#Fought for a bit to decide if I was gonna do soft or dark or dark sauce but this was a good compromise imo

[b0ng05]

Sam Carpenter x F! Reader - Mornings Like This MDNI 18+

Word Count: 2013

Prompt: Sam Carpenter and her girlfriend being silly and making breakfast.

Warnings: Strap-on, a little bit of degradation, poor jokes I wrote in when I was stoned.

Also, not Proofread. Masterlist

I woke up to a crack of light peering through my curtains. The light blinding my eyes for a few seconds as I rub the sting away. I take a deep breath, stretching out my stiff limbs. As I arch my body in an ‘Excorcist’ type way, I catch a glimpse of Sam sleeping beside me. She laid on her stomach, a pillow tucked between her arms and head. Her dark hair sprawled out wildly along the pillowcase. A bit of drool pooling from her chin to the fabric as she slept. Half of the covers thrown from her body, assumably from her getting too warm at night. Most of her back on display as she usually slept in her sports bras, last night being no acception. I smile as I begin to climb out of bed, deciding to wake up Sam with breakfast, despite my poor cooking skills. As I stand up, the fluffy covers fall from my body, leaving me cold. Being too lazy to search the floor for my shirt, I walked to the kitchen. The cold air didn’t end in my bedroom, the thin fabric of my bra not doing much for my temperature.

I walked over to the cupboard, grabbing out a pan and two plates. I grabbed out the bacon and eggs from the fridge. I decide to start on the bacon first, knowing that I sucked at multitasking. Cutting open the package, I throw some bacon on the pan, hearing the initial sizzle and smiling, thinking about how great a cook I am. What I didn’t think about was what the sizzle meant. Within a few minutes, I’m being shot with bacon grease. Every second was me hissing in pain and cussing out the bacon for being such a rude bitch. With each insult, the bacon fought back, for each cuss, a shot of bacon grease to the tit.

“We have shirts, and aprons. You are aware of that right?” I hear a raspy teasing chuckle from behind me, and the feeling of strong arms wrapping around my bare waist. I smile as I feel her lips pressing against my neck in a tired yet loving way. “I’m aware, but I was gonna bring you this in bed, and then ask for you to kiss my bacon burns better.” I tease back, leaning into her touch as I use the tongs to take out some of the finished pieces. “Oh really? And where are these bacon burns?” Sam playfully pokes my side, her voice filled with sleep. I giggle and turn off the stove top as I finish up cooking. “Got a lot on my boobs,” I tease, not missing the mischevious glint in Sam’s eyes as they drift down to my chest. I playfully slap her shoulder, “My eyes are up here,” I tease, Sam chuckles, kissing my cheek. “ Also, what are you even doing up this early? I wanted to surprise you.” I pout up at her, trying to fight a grin that pricked my lips. “Well, I heard you cussing out the bacon. Did you seriously call the bacon, ‘Fucking whore, bitchwad’? What does that even mean?” Sam grins, her eyebrow quirking up. I sheepishly look up at the ceiling, which was a mistake due to Sam’s taller height. She easily grabs my chin, tilting my face towards her, my cheeks a blushing red. “Listen- the bacon just isn’t cool like that.” I sigh, smiling as I hear her laugh. “God, you’re a dork.” Sam whispers and pauses before kissing me. Her lips pressing against mine in a soft loving way. We pull apart, our foreheads pressing against each others. She lets out a content sigh before whispering softly,

“Please let me finish cooking. That bacon didn’t do anything wrong,” She peeks her eyes open, a mischievous smirk on her lips. “Oh woww, seriously taking the bacon’s side?” I let out a playful scoff, glaring up at her. “There was no witness to testify otherwise,” Sam quipped, a grin on her lips as she slips one of the aprons out of the drawer, tying it around her body. “The red skin on my tits says otherwise!” I huff, taking my seat on the countertop. Sam smirks and holds out her hand for the spatula that sat beside me, I playfully and passive aggressive pass her the spatula with a heavy sigh. “Oh really~? Care to let me see the evidence, preferably in full view, minus the bra.” She hums, glancing at me with a grin. I playfully roll my eyes, playing into her little game. “I actually might need you to do it. Wouldn’t it be corrupting evidence if you let the plaintiff do such a thing?” I giggle, leaning back against the cupboards as I watch Sam cook the eggs.

“Oh, very good point. I think you’re right. Let me just-” Sam smirks, turning off the burner before stepping between my legs. Her hands caressing my thighs, “May I~?” She teases, lifting one hand to snap one strap of my bra. “Go ahead, find the evidence,” I tease, giggling a bit. Sam bites her bottom lip as she slips my bra over my head. She pauses, licking her lips as she eyes my bare chest. “I don’t see any marks yet,” Sam playfully teases. I smirk, running one of my hands through her hair. “What do you mean yet? I already cooked the bac-” My breath hitches as she leans down, her tongue tracing along my breast before she sucks down, her eyes looking up into mine as she leaves a hickey on my chest. Her tongue running along the red mark soothingly before she kisses the spot. “Now we can sue the bacon,” I joke, looking at the mark on my chest. “How? I made it.” Sam chuckled, her hand moving up to grope at my chest. “Haven’t you ever heard of faking evidence, with a blind and senial enough jury, we could totally have a lawsuit on our hands.” I giggle, leaning in to kiss her jaw. Sam laughs, her other hand trailing my spine. “Remind me to never let you be my lawyer.” Sam nods, leaning in to kiss my collarbone. “Hey! I’d be a great lawyer, I’m pro-bono!” I laugh, Sam’s kisses end abruptly as she chuckles. “Oh really? You’d take my case for free?” Sam teases, moving her hands to playfully squeeze my waist. “Of course.” I nod, ”And I’m feeling especially pro-bono at the moment, so if you take me back to our room, I will take your case, and I’ll take it so well.” I tease, my tone both on the verge of laughing and still trying to drift seductive.

“How big of a case are we talking here~?” Sam teases back, lifting me off the counter as she begins to walk us back to our room. “5 month long trial, 7 month, 10 if I’m feeling a bit ambitious-” I laugh, leaning in to kiss her neck. “If you’re this pro-bono, should I be worried about other clientel?” Sam teases, gently laying me on the bed and pining me down. My hands tangled up with one of hers near the pillows. “I’m more of a private personal lawyer, you know you’re my one and only client.” I whisper, leaning up to kiss her neck. “Good girl,” She smirks, “Stay put,” She demands, before getting out of the bed and walking to our closet. After a minute, she comes out naked, with a 7 inch strap around her hips. She saunters up to the bed, standing at the foot as I look at her helplessly, my thighs clenching as she smirks down at me. “Now,” She moves to loom over me, “I don’t intend to waste the breakfast you so kindly started for me, so I’m gonna go fast, and you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are,” Sam whispers, gently biting my neck as her hands move to tug down my shorts and panties. I shiver as the cold air of the room reaches my core with Sam spreading my legs. She reaches down, running her fingers along my slit before slipping two into my core with ease. Her fingers showing no mercy as she begins speeding her movements, her thumb playing with my clit. She smirks down at me, watching as I use all my willpower to keep my hands above my head where she left them.

“Taking my fingers so well~” She whispers, kissing along my neck. The heat in my core begins to build, but before I can reach a satisfying release, she pulls her fingers from my core. “Let’s see how well you can take my cock,” She teases, her hand, wet with my juices, reaches down and jerks the silicon dildo, spreading my slick along it. She positions the head at my entrance, pushing in with no hesitation. My mouth falls into a silent cry as she stretches me out, each inch writhing my body with pleasure. My hands accidentally leave the pillow, clutching around her shoulders. As she bottoms out inside me, she gives me a second to get used to the intrusion. “What did I say?” She hums, grabbing my hands and pining them back down with one hand. She gives a particularly harsh thrust at the disobedience. I let out a loud moan, the stretch aching a bit, but the pleasure far overrode it. “T-to stay put,” I mumble, to which she leans down and gently bites at my chest. “I can’t hear you, honey,” Sam whispers. I let out a soft moan as she attaches her lips around my nipple, her tongue swirling around it. Her hips slowly and gently swirling as she hums, waiting for an answer. “To stay put,” I say through a breathy moan. She chuckles softly, her free hand groping at my other breast as her mouth moves to kiss my neck. “Are you gonna stay put or am I gonna have to let that breakfast go to waste?” Sam teases, being to thrust at a slightly faster pace, but nothing to push me anywhere close near the edge. “I’ll be a good girl, Sammy,” I whisper, my tone a bit desperate as I bite down on my lower lip. My eyes drifting to where our bodies connect. Watching as she begins to thrust faster, the sight of her sinking her strap deep inside me. Her hand moves from my breast to my chin, making me meet her eyes as she speeds up. “You like seeing me wreck you baby~?” Sam smirks, her tone a bit breathless. Her eyes a dark with lust as she goes harder, making me let lose a whorish moan. “Of course you do,” She lets out a soft groan as angle rub the strap back against her clit. “Such a slut for me, such a good fucking girl,” Sam growls, giving a harsh thrust with each statement. Pulling out till just the head was at my entrance before thrusting fully back in. Leaving me breathless and writhing beneath her as I hold her hand with mine above my head. “Gonna cum, Sammy~!” I moan loudly, my thighs beginning to tremble with the force and pleasure of her thrusts. “Cum for me, baby,” Sam lifts one of my legs onto her shoulder and increases her pace, letting out soft grunts and groans as the strap rubs better against her clit at the new angle. “Be a good girl and cum on my strap.” I let out a loud moan as the heat in my stomach explodes, my cunt pulsing around her strap as she fucked me through my orgasm. I tug my hands from her grasp and wrap them around her shoulders. “How about I order breakfast?” Sam suggests sedutively, still a bit breathless. I let out a small chuckle and smirk up at her mischeviously, “What? Pro-bono?” I joke with a giggle, but that’s ended quickly when Sam presses the strap deeper, making me all the more aware of my current place.

[lizardkingeliot]

Who wants to read an entire ~600 word scene from the upcoming sequel to my Loustat reunion fic? Because I'm 12k-deep into writing this thing and I'm getting so antsy to get it out into the world already but it's not even close to being done and I could perhaps use a bit of cheerleading so I'm just gonna drop said scene here lol...

Putting most of this under a cut I hope you all enjoy Louis and Lestat bickering about home decor. 🥰

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The sun had only just set but they’d already been up for an hour. They were standing in the living room on the rug that had been delivered while they were sleeping. The thick pile soft and plush against Louis’ bare feet. Lestat was splitting his time between frowning down at it and frowning over at Louis.

“This won’t do, mon cher. It’s too…” He gestured airily with one hand, sharp nails gleaming in the artificial light. “French country. Were we not going for coastal?” “I’m gonna ban you from watching those home reno shows on the iPad if you don’t—” Louis drew a breath and fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Thought you hated coastal.”

Lestat hummed, tipped his head to one side, scowled down at the rug. “Even so, is it not the aesthetic we are striving for here in our coastal home?”

“You picked out the rug, Lestat. You—”

“It looked different in the online pictures, cheri.”

“Buy another one, then.”

Louis sighed with his whole chest. He didn’t care about the rugs or the curtains or the lamps. Not really. Though he was starting to get antsy about picking art for the walls. Had been itching to pull pieces from his collection since the first night the realtor sent him the listing. As soon as Lestat decided to stop being difficult on purpose, he could make it work. Lestat let out a sound. Tiniest hint of a growl in his throat. Louis watched him gazing down at their bare feet nestled into the pile. “We need to find a proper boutique. Better yet an auction house. Why are we scouring web pages on an iPad for pieces for our home?”

“Easier that way,” Louis said with a shrug. There was an ache in his stomach he couldn’t give a name to. “We can always just hire someone to do this shit for us, Lestat. I know designers, decorators. Artists. I can call some people—”

“You don’t care about our home.”

Louis’ stomach twisted itself into a knot so quickly it nearly doubled him over. “What the fuck—” He couldn’t help it when the words flew out of his mouth. Seriously—what the fuck. “Why would you say somethin’ like that to me, Lestat?”

Lestat set his eyes on Louis. The set of his jawline was hard and tense. He had that look in his eyes like a cat about to do something very, very stupid. “You cared so much back at Rue Royale. Firm opinions on every piece of furniture. The art on every wall—" “I got art lined up. You know that. You know I’m gonna handle the—” “Do you remember that lamp you hated? Wanted to throw it in the incinerator the moment I—" “Don’t see what point you’re tryin’ to—” “dared to bring it home to replace the one—” “I don’t remember the lamp. I remember you—" “that had been badly damaged—" “being impossible about everything exactly the way you are—” “when we knocked it from the table—” “right now.” “making love. And I—” “Lestat!” “Louis.” Louis drew a long deep breath and huffed it out. The tension in his chest abated just a little, just enough. “I don’t remember the lamp,” he said. And clenched his jaw. And shook his head. Lestat was gazing at Louis with wide eyes that didn’t blink. The centers of them huge black voids Louis could have tumbled down into in seconds. He leaned close. So close the ends of their noses brushed together. “How convenient for you,” he growled, one corner of his mouth twitching up. Louis growled back, showed his teeth, tiniest hint of his fangs poking out. “You’re insufferable, you know that.” He reached forward at once and let his mind go dark. Took Lestat by the hair with both hands. And crashed their mouths together.

[smilingcrittersthingig]

Oops, I seem to have written a oneshot about Reborn Starstudent instead of reviewing for my exams…

Welp 🤷‍♀️

The way I feel about you

He stood atop a platform under a big hole, the chicken looked around the large cavelike area until his eyes drifted to the green rabbit who was across him.

“Hoppy!” he yelled, the rabbit looked up to meet his eyes

“Hoppy come on! Jump!” he encouraged her, holding his hand out for the rabbit.

He kept his sight directly at her while she jumped, he noticed that her spring was a bit small, his worry grew larger the moment he felt her paw brush against his, his eyes widened as he saw her get swallowed by the abyss.

“HOPPY!!!” he almost tried to go after her but he was grabbed and dragged by the blue elephant.

“WAIT HOPPY FELL DOWN—!!!” he tried struggling out of the elephant’s grasp.

“WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THAT, KICKIN! THEY’RE CATCHING UP!” he kept his grip on the chicken who was still reaching and yelling for the rabbit.

“HOPPY—!!!”

Kickin woke up in a cold sweat.

He clutched his chest, trying to steady his breathing and desperately resisting the tears coming out of his eyes.

He looked around his dark room, he didn’t like the dark. Kickin stood up from the bed after he calmed himself down, turning on the lights.

The chicken hugged himself, recalling the time with Hoppy. He fought back tears again before looking out the window. He needed to check up on her, he just felt he needed to.

Kickin walked out of the house and started to walk to Hoppy’s house, he just needed to make sure she was there, he needed to make sure she was alive. Just a quick glance, it’s not creepy, is it?

A raindrop dropped on his head with more following right after, it started raining. Great, just his luck. He ran through the rain, ignoring the mind tricks his brain gave him as he saw glimpses of scary figures and such.

He’s not gonna last through all this. His attention was immediately stolen by a light coming from one of the windows. It was from Bubba’s house, he’s still awake?

Kickin didn’t want to stay outside any longer, Hoppy’s house was still a distance away. He quickly walked to the front door and knocked on the door.

Silence

He knocked again, this time with rhythm.

Still Silence

He started banging on the door loudly. For someone having big ears, his hearing sure suc—

Bubba slammed the door open “Okay okay what—!?” His irritated expression immediately softened as his eyes landed on the chicken, shivering from the cold rain.

“Kickin-? What are you doing here?” the elephant asked, very confused about the appearance of his yellow friend.

“long story.. can i come in..?” he nervously rubbed his arm “Yeah- of course, come in” he moved out of the way and let Kickin inside his house.

Bubba quickly closed the door and ran to get a towel for Kickin. The chicken tried to shake the water off until he felt something soft get thrown at his face.

“I’m allowing you to step inside my house, not to dirty it.” he ruffled his wet feathers with the towel before Kickin slapped his hooves away.

“I can clean myself you know.” Kickin slightly glared at Bubba. “Can’t risk you making more of a mess here” he glanced at the trail of water.

The chicken quickly wiped himself off before sitting down on his couch, the elephant followed and sat beside him. “So… Are you going to explain why you’re here?”

“…I wanted to check up on Hoppy… But the rain held me back so I decided to rest up here.” he replied.

“oh” Bubba felt his chest sting. He noticed the fact that Kickin has gotten way more attached to Hoppy lately. They’ve always been a duo but he’s recently been closer to her than usual. He’s been suppressing his feelings about that.

“How about you? Why are you awake?” Kickin raised his eyebrow at Bubba. “I was reading a really interesting book” he answered which the chicken laughed in response to.

“Of course you did” he chuckled, Bubba found his cheeks warming up but looked away in an attempt to not be seen in that state.

“You don’t mind if I stay here until the rain goes away, do you?” the chicken asked, Bubba stayed silent for a bit before forcing a small smile. “Yeah… Of course”

Kickin smiles back before grabbing the remote near him “You got some cool shows here?” he turned on the TV. “Well I have some horror movies I can put on”

Kickin looked a bit hesitant “… I mean unless you don’t want to—“ “No! No I can watch it! Put on the scariest one!” he threw the towel aside and tried to pull a confident pose, but he didn’t look as proud as he usually would.

Bubba smirked “Really? Alright I’ll take you up on that then” he grabbed the scariest movie he had and put it on as he sat beside a Kickin who’s already regretting his decision.

Bubba watched the movie intently. He’s already watch this one and was looking closely at the details he might’ve missed.

He looked away from the screen to see how Kickin was doing, he was stiff as a stick with his eyes dreading the next loud sound. Bubba could only silently chuckle to himself while looking at the terrified chicken.

Then a jumpscare came up which caused Kickin to let out a scream and latch onto Bubba’s arm as he flinched, his face warming up from the sudden physical contact.

“… I-I mean that uh— You didn’t hear anything” he nervously laughed as he let go of the elephant’s arm. He quickly snapped back to reality and cleared his throat to stop his blushing.

“So much for being able to watch it hm?” he teased the chicken to ignore what he was currently feeling “Hey!” he glared at Bubba who chuckled in response.

They continued to watch the movie until it ended. Bubba found his ears drooping down, he didn’t exactly want the movie to end, not because he liked the movie, it just meant Kickin would be leaving afterwards since the rain has also gone away.

He let out a sigh “Alright I guess you have to get going no—“

He felt something lay on his shoulder. He turned his head and sees Kickin had fallen asleep right on him. He could feel his face warm up as he looked away in panic.

Okay Bubba you got this. Just wake him up and… let him leave. The elephant felt terrible, he hated this feeling. Why can’t he just be a good friend and be happy for him. Why is he so upset about this.

…Actually he already knows why he feels that way.

He looks at the chicken’s face again, he looked peaceful… It… It would be fine if he let him sleep in, right? It looked like he hasn’t been sleeping much anyways.

He knows he’s being selfish… He’s a selfish bastard.

He tried standing up to grab a blanket for Kickin but the chicken held onto his arm and refused to let go. Bubba stayed frozen for a couple seconds before sitting back down and letting Kickin sleep on his arm.

… He closes his eyes and lightly laid his head on Kickin’s.

He knows why he’s been feeling this way.

He liked Kickin.

[mustainegf]

Angry Again

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, angry sex, praise

WC: 2.5k

I knew Dave was pissed off. It was never hard to tell. He’d get all huffy and quiet, roll his eyes while running his hand through his hair, and then angrily pluck at his guitar. It was the same every time.

Tonight, he was especially angry. I'd never seen him so mad before and it scared me a little bit. I knew Dave would never do anything to hurt me, I’d just never seen him so upset.

He was pissed about Metallica—because of course he was. They had been dragging him around in the press quite a bit as of recent. While Dave had definitely done his fair share of badmouthing, that didn’t change his fiery temper.

"Fucking hell, Dave," I said. "What's gotten into you?" He didn't respond; he just kept on plucking his guitar and scowling at the floor as if the world were a source of great displeasure to him. “Come on, how can I help?” I sat down next to him on the couch.

He looked at me, his eyes dark and angry. Instead of answering my question, he just huffed in anger. "Fucking Metallica," he said through gritted teeth as if I'd asked him to explain the entirety of their career in one sentence. "I know sweetheart... but there’s nothing we can do," I sighed. "They're such pricks, Lars can never keep his stupid little mouth shut." He hissed.

I knew he was gonna die on this hill, and I wondered what I could possibly do to ease his nerves. "Dave, I know you're upset but..." He cut me off. "I'm not upset, I just hate them." He said. I fought the urge to chuckle at his blatant lie. It was clear he wasn't gonna budge on this one so I decided to try a different tactic.

“Honey, you’re stressing too much,” I reached over, slowly rubbing my hand over his chest. "You're always so tense, I know you hate them but they aren't worth it." He took a deep breath and looked at me. I gently let my hand fall from his chest to his thigh, slowly inching closer to his groin. I was beginning to get an idea of how I could get his mind off of this.

"Dave, you're so tense. Let me help." I said as my hand reached his groin and began to rub it gently through the fabric of his jeans. He let out a deep breath but didn't say anything in response, at least not yet. “Stop, I know what you’re trying to do. I’m not in the mood.” He grumbled. I looked at him, my hand still on his groin.

"You're always in the mood." He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes as he continued to play with no real purpose or direction. “I told you I’m not in the mood.” He glared at me. I knew he wanted to, he just wouldn’t admit it to himself, he had too much pride. “Aww, too busy thinking about Metallica?” I jutted my lip out, fake pouting.

Dave's eyes were sharp as they watched me. “Don’t” he forced out. I knew he was still mad, but his cock didn't care. It was already hardening under my hand as it strained against the fabric of his jeans and boxers. I tilted my head, still ‘pouting’.

Dave snapped, harshly setting his guitar down before grabbing me. He grunted softly, firmly holding me as he swiftly made his way to our bedroom. I giggled, enjoying the way he was so rough with me. I knew I had won, but it was now his turn to have his fun.

He flung our bedroom door open and slammed it close as he tossed me onto our bed. I squealed, laughing as he climbed on top of me. He roughly grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand while the other trailed down to my crotch.

"You’re such a brat huh?” He growled. I let out a soft moan as he began to grind his crotch against mine, rubbing me through the fabric of our clothes with desperate precision. "Think you’re gonna get away with this?” He snarled. I let out a small moan as he continued to grind against me.

"Fine, I’ll give you what you want. But you’re gonna take whatever I give you, yeah?" He growled, roughly grinding his cock into my heat through our clothes. I nodded, moaning softly as he continued to push against me.

"You're such a brat." He growled again before leaning down and roughly kissing my neck with bruising force. He was fueled purely by lust and rage. I let out a loud moan, my hands reaching up to grab his head as he continued kissing me.

"Fuck, Dave." I let out. He growled as he continued to grind against me with more force and intensity than before.

Daves needy hands found the hem of my shirt, pulling it off of me impossibly fast. He threw it to the side. He roughly grabbed my bra, pulling it off of me with the same speed and need. I let out a surprised gasp as he roughly grabbed my tits, squeezing them with desperation.

He let his fingernails dig in just slightly, enough to leave pinkish scratches. He pushed his long hair back, his mouth darting to the plush sensitive flesh. I let out a loud groan as he began to suck on my nipple, his teeth gently scraping it on purpose. "Oh..." I whined.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "You like that?" I nodded quickly as he continued to suck on my nipple and play with the other one in between squeezing them both roughly. "Fuck, I love it."

Dave’s hands trailed down to my jeans and began unbuttoning them with a desperate need that made me beg softly in anticipation of what was about to come next.

He yanked my jeans off of me, throwing them to the side. He wrapped his thumbs around my panties, practically ripping them off of me. “Always so pretty for me, yeah?” Dave groaned, softly kissing my throbbing clit. I let out a surprised gasp as he roughly grabbed both ankles and pulled them up so that they were on his shoulders.

"Dave…" He kissed and nipped down my ankles and shins, leaving love marks on my shuddering skin. "I'm gonna give you what you want, but I get to do whatever the fuck I like." He growled.

Dave sat up, my legs falling from his shoulders. He hastily pulled off his t-shirt, his toned body now on full display to my hungry eyes. I licked my lips, watching him as he roughly pulled off his jeans. He threw them to the side before grabbing me by both ankles again.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, I bet you’d like that huh?” I ogled at the man before me, his hands viscously stripping himself of his boxers. His erection sprang up as he roughly grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. He was going quick, I could see how badly he wanted this. He needed it.

"You want this?" He growled before spitting onto his hand for more lubrication. "Yes." I whined desperately. He smiled, his eyes dark with lust. "You're gonna take it." I nodded quickly as he roughly grabbed my ankles and spread them wide open for him to see me in all of my ‘glory’.

“Look at you,” he scoffed, glancing between my face of submission and my dripping core. He was amused with how hopeless I was, he’d hardly even touched me and I was already soaked. “So horny huh, all just because of me?” He snarled, kissing down my breasts.

I groaned, brushing his long orange locks away to see his face. He was so handsome. He always had been.

My body was begging for any sort of friction, my hand finding my clit. I teased myself with small circles, but the relief didn’t last long until Dave noticed. "What the fuck are you doing?" He growled, grabbing my hand and stopping me. I whined as he pushed it away from myself.

“You were the one who wanted this so bad, can’t keep your hands away?” He watched me smugly. He sat up slowly, pulling my hands together before holding my wrists down above my head with only one of his hands. I had no control, he was too strong.

He brushed his curls back, smirking down at me. Daves free hand found his hard cock, forcing me to watch as he pleased himself. "You want it?" He growled. I nodded hastily, my eyes glued to his hand as he stroked himself slowly and deliberately in front of me.

“Let me hear you,” he grinned, his hand quickening. I watched as precum leaked from his tip and dripped onto my stomach. "Please," I whined. He groaned, his hand quickening even more as he watched me squirm beneath him. His eyes were dark with lust and need for release.

"Louder, I can’t hear you." I whined, my eyes glued to his hand. "Please!" He smiled cruelly at me before grabbing the base of himself and jerking off in front of me with a rougher pace than he had been using earlier. “Come on baby, convince me you deserve it.” He spoke lowly. I whined, my eyes glued to his hand.

"Please, please let me have it. I need you so bad." I pleaded as he continued to jerk himself off in front of my face. My eyes were wide with desperation and arousal at the sight before me. “Good…” he muttered, nudging up to line his cock with me. He was still holding my hands above my head.

“Yes, yes… Dave…” I begged quietly. Dave only grinned at this, chuckling to himself. "You're so needy, aren't you?" He teased. I nodded quickly as he positioned himself at my entrance and firmly pushed into me with a groan of pleasure from both him and myself.

“I’ll let go of your hands when I’m done,” he grunted, his hips showing me no mercy. I knew this would de-stress him, and it seemed to be quickly doing the trick.

He was quick to get into a rhythm, his hips slamming against me with undeniable force. I whined and moaned as he used my body for release from the stress of that stupid fucking band—Metallica.

I knew he would cum quickly, seeing as he teased me by jerking himself off. I knew he was purely after his own orgasm first.

He was rough with me, his hands gripping my wrists tightly as he held them above my head.

He mercilessly fucked me, holding me down as he did as he pleased. I moaned and whined in pleasure at the feeling of him using me for release. I didn't mind, not one bit. He was just using me for his own pleasure and that turned me on even more than he already did. I knew he cared about my own pleasure as well, but I was willing to let him do what he wanted this time, so he could blow off his pent up steam.

He groaned as my walls clenched around him in a tight grip of ecstasy. His thrusts were becoming increasingly sloppy, and I knew what was on its way.

"Fuck, fuck... I'm gonna cum." He grunted. His hips shoved into me one last time before he pulled out and jerked himself off in front of my face again as his hot seed spilled over the skin around my pussy lips.

I was still desperate for my own orgasm, I was willing to do anything that might bring me any sort of pleasure. I dragged my finger through his puddle of cum that dropped down my slit. I brought my finger to my mouth, sucking off the salty taste. “That taste good?” He asked slyly. I nodded with a grin back up at him.

His hand around my wrists loosened, allowing me to bring my arms back down. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down to me, bringing my lips up against his. He growled into the kiss as he tasted himself on my tongue.

“You still needa cum?” He asked. His voice was deep and husky as my vision was darkened with the shadow of his body overtop of me. I nodded quickly, my eyes glued to his. Dave shifted, grabbing my hips and switching places with me.

I was now on top of him, his cock still throbbing. "Ride it out, pretty." He commanded in a low voice as he thrust up into me with a force that I wasn’t expecting. I cried out in rapture, my hands finding his chest as he continued to thrust up into me.

"Fuck, you’re always tighter the 2nd time around,” he grinned viciously. I bounced along with his lazy thrusts, my hands grabbing at his chest for support. I could feel his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he continued to thrust up into me. His hungry gaze was locked on my bouncing breasts.

"You like it when I look at you like this?" He asked. I nodded quickly, my eyes glued to his as he continued to thrust up into me. "Yeah? You like being watched?" He growled. I nodded again, my eyes rolling back as he continued to thrust up into me. "You like being watched while you ride my dick?" He asked in his deep voice that shot shivers down my spine and straight between my legs.

“I’m gonna cum…” I cried out, my forehead falling to his sweaty shoulder. One of his hands found the back of my head, softly caressing my hair. "That's it, baby... cum for me." He growled. I cried out as my orgasm hit me in a flood of euphoria that left me weak at the knees. He groaned as my walls clenched around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

"Fuck... fuck..." he grunted out as I continued to ride the wave of pleasure that washed over me in a torrential downpour. He groaned as he shot his load deep inside of me. I fell forward, my forehead resting against the side of his neck and shoulder.

"Dave..." I whimpered. He kissed the top of my head, his hands running up and down my back as he slowly softened inside me. "You okay?" He asked softly after a few minutes had passed by in silence between us both. I nodded against his chest, my eyes closed as he slowly softened inside me. "Yeah... that was amazing."

He chuckled softly at the sound of my voice in awe and amazement. "Still angry?” I asked with a tired chuckle. He chuckled back, his fingers trickling up and down my spine. "No... I'm good." He said.

I slowly shifted, his cock slipping out of me with a wet sound that made us both chuckle softly.

I sat my head up with what energy I had left, peering down at the beautiful man below me. “I knew it would make you feel better,” I giggled, running my knuckles past his cheek. His short stumble tickling my skin.

“You know me too well,” Dave shrugged. “So next time you’re angry at Metallica…” I trailed off, watching his calm face as he listened with intent. “You’ve got me in your bed, and they don’t.”

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 19)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing. Trigger warning: discussions of trauma surrounding ‘desirable’ victors.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18

“Tell me about the stairs,” Dr. Aurelius says.

Y/N stares at him blankly, the stairs.

He waits a moment, tapping his pen to paper. “At the request of your husband, you will be issued a nightlock pill, to use in the event that you are captured.”

Y/N nods. One of the stipulations to Haymitch agreeing to her deployment, on this mission to rescue Peeta.

‘Show me you can reach it with your mouth.’ He tested the accessibility of her suit’s pill pocket, rigorously. ‘Show me you can still reach it with your hands behind your back.’

It isn’t something he wants her to use, but knowing that whatever Snow has planned for her would make Peeta’s captivity look like child’s play…

“By President Coin’s orders, I cannot release this… medication unless you are of sound mind.”

“You have reason to believe I’m not?” Y/N asks.

“One of your former guards told me you asked if anyone had ever jumped from the elevator.” Aurelius purses his lips.

“It was one time!” Y/N waves a hand, “and it was a joke.”

“You have a dark sense of humor.”

“You would too.”

The therapist affords her a soft smile, “you may be right. Even still, you are my patient. I need to act in your best interest. So please, tell me what happened on the stairs.”

Y/N takes a deep breath, “it’s kind of a blur. Everyone was pushing, yelling, especially after the upper levels were damaged and the rain started coming down.”

“How did you feel?”

“I felt…worried, I guess.”

“In what way?”

“About Haymitch, Madge and the kids. Worried about what was happening to Peeta. Worried about getting Katniss into the bunker.”

He jots this down.

“That was a normal response.” Y/N snaps.

“Very much so,” the doctor agrees, “not every note I make is a bad one.”

Y/N crosses her arms.

“Did you worry for yourself? Your own safety?”

You’re supposed to say yes.

“There is no right answer, Y/N.”

“There’s an answer that gets me to Peeta and one that doesn’t.”

“True,” he shrugs, “but I trust you not to lie.”

“You shouldn’t.” Y/N narrows her eyes. “I’m a good liar, I’ve been doing it since I was fifteen.”

“How do you feel about death? Is it something you long for, or run from?”

“If I die, my kids lose their mother, my husband loses his wife, my sister loses her sister. The list goes on. So it really doesn’t matter how I feel about death. All I know is that I cannot die.”

“Yet you think you could bite down on this pill?” He presents the dark purple capsule.

“As a last resort. If I have fought tooth and nail and I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I can’t get free? I could.” Y/N decides.

Dr. Aurelius nods, holding the nightlock out to her. “Best of luck.”

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Haymitch curses Katniss’ name, as he shuffles through the crawl space she’s gone to hide in, after refusing to make the propo saying thirteen survived Snow’s attack.

Have kids, they said. It will be fun, they said.

Though none of his biological children have forced him to squeeze in such a tight space, parenthood is not for the faint of heart.

He plops down beside her with a sigh, “so this is the end, huh? I guess we’re just gonna hide down here forever.”

“I can’t be the mockingjay,” Katniss chokes out.

“Not the mockingjay,” Haymitch tosses a bit of hair away from her face, “just Katniss.”

She blinks at him, warily.

“Look, I know I’m not good at this pep talk stuff. That’s Y/N’s department.”

“She doesn’t want to see me,” Katniss understands.

“She spent the morning getting cleared by her shrink.”

“Cleared for what?”

“They’re going to rescue Peeta.” Haymitch tells her.

“What?”

“The dam went down in district five, took out most of the power to the Capitol. Knocked out their signal defense, Beetee’s inside their system, reeking all kinds of havoc. The window is open to us, for how much longer? I don’t know, I guess until the Capitol can get the power back on.” Haymitch explains.

“And Coin?”

“I can never fully support that woman. But Plutarch got word that Peeta and the others are in the tribute center. With the power out, Coin sees this as an opportunity. She knows that Peeta is the Capitol’s weapon, the same way you’re ours. And as opposed to having you two pointing at each other, she’s going to get him.”

“I have to go help them.” Katniss springs to life.

“Woah, hey,” Haymitch reaches out a hand to stop her. “What’re you just gonna jump out of the vent and go storm the Capitol? Besides it’s already underway. Six soldiers went in, volunteer only. Y/N, Gale, Boggs and three others.”

“You just let her go?” Katniss frowns.

Haymitch admits, “she’s not the type of person you ‘let’ do things. But you know how that is, sweetheart. Between the two of you,” he lets out a low whistle, “I’m exhausted.”

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Madge breaks her dinner roll in half. Splitting it between Everest and Arista, the same way she’s watched Y/N and Haymitch do since they got here. Making sure little bellies are full, before their own.

Pollux approaches, motioning to the seat across from Madge, at the metal mess hall table. He sets down his tray and pulls out his note pad, to jot a message down. “Is this seat taken?”

“No,” Madge greets him, “please, sit.”

“Hi, I’m Pollux. You’re Y/N’s sister, right?”

Madge nods.

“She keeps your picture in her pocket.” Pollux smiles. “And them.” He points to the oldest children.

Everest’s eyes scan the page. “Our mom told us about you. What happened to you in the Capitol…I’m really sorry.”

“Honey,” Madge runs a hand over his hair.

“Thank you, Everest. It’s nice to meet you. Your mom talks about you all the time, she is so proud.” Pollux turns the page quickly, for more room. “Arista and Daisy too, of course. Your mom loves you all very much.”

With that the children turn back to their meals.

Madge smiles, stabbing at her food with one hand, while patting the baby in the sling. The tray moves and Pollux holds out a hand to stabilize it. “Oh, thank you. It’s ok though, you eat.”

He draws the hand back, long enough to scribble, “I’d offer to hold the baby instead, but I don’t think we’re there yet.”

Madge laughs, “funny.”

“It’s really no trouble.”

Madge shrugs, as he grips the edge of her tray, loosely. Managing his own dinner just fine.

Cressida calls him away, after a while, for Finnick’s live propo, to help jam the Capitol’s airwaves.

“I’ll see you around.”

“I’ll see you.”

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“This is Finnick Odair, winner of the sixty-fifth Hunger Games, coming to you from district thirteen, alive and well. We survived an attack by the Capitol, but I’m not here to give you recent news.”

“Why is Finnick doing a propo?” Katniss wonders, watching the split screen of the control room. The large, right panel is an image of Finnick. Just outside the rubble, where they asked her to film earlier, the sun has set and the lights are trained on him. The left hand side is home to six smaller panels, with the soldier’s helmet cam footage.

“It’s a lot more than that,” Haymitch informs her.

“Beetee’s commandeered the system,” Coin says, proudly.

“They’re down to generator power, so there’s a more limited range of frequencies available to them. I’m filling them all up with Y/N and Finnick. It looks like they’re both live.” Beetee assures Katniss.

“Snow will think she’s still here?” That’s brilliant.

“Not many will see it, but those who do will assume they’re just propos.”

“What they don’t know is that these broadcasts are jamming their entire system with noise. Early defense warnings, internal communications, everything. As long as one or both of the broadcasts are going through, our team should be able to get in and out without being detected.” Beetee assures her.

“You can survive the arena, but the moment you leave, you’re a slave.” Finnick narrates. “President Snow used to sell me, or my body, at least.”

“Mockingjay one, you are twenty seconds from perimeter defense.”

“I wasn’t the only one. If a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward, or allows people to buy them. If you refuse, he kills someone you love.” Finnick presses on, looking straight at camera.

“Ten seconds.” The hovercraft pilot begins counting down. “Nine, eight, seven, six.”

“Just because a victor is married doesn’t mean they’re safe.”

“Five, four, three…”

“The Capitol’s more generous patrons paid dearly to watch the wedding night, even more to witness the conception of the most beloved children in Panem.”

“Two, one.”

Katniss freezes, surely he doesn’t mean- it couldn’t be. The dress, that stupid dress they crammed her in. Why it upset Y/N so badly. Snow was taunting her.

“No response from perimeter defense, we’re inside Capitol airspace.”

“Yes,” Beetee rejoices.

Haymitch is watching the smaller screen, his jaw tense, doing his best to ignore the eyes that fall on him. Twisting his wedding band around and around. It doesn’t matter what secrets Finnick reveals, so long as he keeps jamming the signal. Keep Y/N safe.

“To make themselves feel better, patrons will offer presents of money or jewelry. But I found secrets to be a much more valuable form of payment.”

“Gear up,” Boggs orders the soldiers on the hovercraft. They are just seconds away from the tribute center. “Masks on.”

Their lenses are tinted for night vision, the red light inside makes Y/N’s heartbeat faster.

“Open the door.” Boggs says, his voice echoing through her headset. “Command, this is team leader, preparing to deploy gas. We will confirm once inside.”

“Such a young man when he rose to power, such a clever one to keep it. How, you may ask, did he do it?” Finnick is captivating, well spoken.

Katniss is hanging off every word.

“One word, poison.”

The timer for the gas grenadines finishes, on Bogg’s stop watch, “get ready to drop.”

Y/N secures her harness to the wire, giving it a firm tug. Descending through the open loading dock, releasing the wires as they reach ground.

“Clear.” Boggs, informs the team. “We’re inside, headed for target number one. Cell B forty-five, lower level two C.”

“So many deaths to well known adversaries, even allies who were deemed as threats.”

It’s dizzying, giving equal attention to Finnick’s message and the feed from inside the tribute center.

Haymitch is glued to that screen, her screen. Like he wants to reach through and bring her back with him.

Once Peeta’s holding cell is gassed, they are cleared to enter.

“Snow would drink from the same cup, to deflect suspicion. But antidotes don’t always work, which is why he wears roses that reek of perfume. To help cover the scent of sores, in his mouth, that will never heal.”

Poison, Katniss shakes her head to clear it. He’s still talking about poison.

Inside the room is a lab, full of jars, experiments. Cages. Medical equipment, some with blood still visible.

“What the fuck?” Y/N whispers, reaching out to try and make sense of it.

“Abernathy, on me.” Boggs warns, they need to stay focused.

“What is this place?” Gale asks, venturing deeper.

Their screens lights up, all of them at once. Too bright to see.

“Ahh.”

There is a collective hiss, from those in the tribute center. The power’s back on.

“Beetee?” Katniss has a hand flat against her belly, where the worry eats her alive.

“Ma’am, the Capitol air defense is rebooting. It’s coming back online.”

“They must be diverting power from another source, filtering transmissions. Another sixty seconds and we’ll be cut off.” Beetee scowls, typing furiously at the control panel.

“Get them outta there,” Haymitch demands.

“Madame President, should we call back the hovercraft?”

“Broadcast me,” Katniss decides, “if Snow’s watching this, maybe he’ll let the signal in, if he sees me. Put me on the air so he can see me.”

“Yes,” Plutarch snaps a finger. “Yes.”

“Put her on,” Coin agrees.

“Can we still do this?” Haymitch’s hands are shaking as he positions the camera in front of her. “Can we still get in?” Can we still save her?

“Yes, for the moment,” Beetee replies. “The line’s open, he will only see you.”

“Ok, Katniss,” Haymitch steps away. “Go.”

“President Snow.” Katniss says, “President Snow, it’s Katniss.”

The static continues to crackle. No more Finnick, no more footage from the tribute center. Just her.

“President Snow, can you hear me?” Katniss repeats, hoping for a miracle. “I need to speak with you, are you there? President Snow.”

“Miss Everdeen,” his voice is distorted for a moment, until the signal hones in. “What an honor. I don’t imagine you’re calling to thank me for the roses.”

“I never asked for this. I never asked to be in the games.” Katniss reminds him. “I just wanted to save my sister and keep Peeta alive. Let him go and I will stop being the mockingjay. I will disappear and you’ll never have to see me again.”

“You couldn’t run from this anymore than you could’ve run from the games.”

“Please, you’ve won.” Katniss says, “release Peeta and take me instead.”

Snow shakes his head with a smirk. “We are long past the opportunity for noble sacrifice.”

“Then tell me what to do, I’ve always kept my promises. Haven’t I?”

“You said you didn’t want a war, and that’s just what happened. I told you what a fragile thing peace was and still, like a child, you took pleasure in breaking it. I know what you are, I know you can’t see past your narrowest concerns. But please, Miss Everdeen, I doubt you know what honesty is anymore.”

“You asked me to convince you that I was in love with Peeta,” Katniss challenges. “Haven’t I at least done that?”

Snow takes great pleasure in what he’s about to say, it’s written all over his twisted features. “It’s the things we love most that destroy us. I want you to remember I said that.” He pauses. “Don’t you think I know Y/N and your friends are in the tribute center?”

Katniss feels the floor fall out from under her.

“Cut them off.” Snow says, turning away from the screen. It returns to the static hum of nothing.

They had comms back, but now Beetee’s lost them again.

“What happened?” Katniss sobs.

“Boggs, do you read me? Boggs, come in.”

“He knows they’re in there,” Katniss calls to Haymitch. “It’s a trap.”

“Katniss, calm down.” Haymitch whispers.

“We have to get ahold of them, tell them to get out. He knows.”

“There’s no signal, we can’t contact them,” Plutarch sighs.

“No, Haymitch.” Katniss crumbles, “he knew the whole time, he was taunting me! No, Haymitch-”

“No, no, we don’t know that.” Haymitch hushes her, because he has to be strong. He has to be steady, even with his world falling to pieces.

“Did I lose them all tonight? Did I lose them all?”

Haymitch pulls her into a hug. “Shhh,” he smooths down her dark waves, the same way he would his other daughters.

She holds fast, allowing him to comfort her. “Did I lose them?” The cry is muffled against his shoulder.

“Shh,” he sways them, gently.

“No, no.”

“Katniss,” Haymitch breathes, “listen to me. I need you to listen.”

She nods, unable to calm her erratic breathing.

“If Y/N died, I would feel it. I would feel it in my heart, if she was gone and I don’t. If she’s alive, Peeta is alive, Gale is alive. All we have to do is wait.”

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“Systems are back online.” The pilot informs them.

There’s nothing they can do. Communication with thirteen is shut down, no way to get through to Beetee. They’ll either shoot them out of the sky or they won’t. The only way out is through.

Y/N doesn’t mean to, but she holds her breath. Waiting until they clear Capitol airspace to resume a normal pattern.

Of the five other soldiers on this rescue mission, there is one medic. She begins tending Annie, Johanna and Peeta in turn. Starting IV fluids, as they are all dehydrated; unconscious from the gas.

Annie looks like herself, maybe a bit gaunt, but recognizable. Peeta is thin, so thin and covered in bruises. Johanna’s head has been shaved, cheeks hollow and ribs showing. Y/N tosses off her helmet, running both hands over her face.

“Soldier.” Boggs puts a hand to her shoulder. “You did good. We accomplished our goal. Now we can all go home.”

Y/N nods, blinking away tears.

“Take a breather, there’s a separate compartment through there,” he motions to the rear doors. “He’ll need you when he comes to.”

Peeta does not wake for some time, beginning to struggle at his bindings. No, he realizes, it’s not a binding that holds him. It’s a hand. Just one wrapped loosely around his.

It feels familiar, soft. Someone he knew once, it smells of artificial air. She is warm, the space around her is warm, gentle and kind. A second hand strokes his hair, the way he once wished his mother would.

His eyelids begin to flutter open, daring to reveal that he is conscious. If he’s wrong…if it’s not her and they’ve tricked him again, it will be his own fault.

“Peeta,” Y/N says, staring down at him.

He blinks up at her, in the too bright light. His breathing heavy as she tries to move away, to give him space, but he holds her. Squeezing her fingers.

“Peeta, do you know who I am?”

His throat is sore, voice hoarse, from screaming. “Y-yes.”

“Good,” Y/N smiles.

“Where am I?”

“We’re in a hovercraft, on the way to district thirteen.”

Peeta studies her face. There was something…something is missing, something’s wrong. “What happened to the baby?”

“She’s fine.” Y/N assures him. “Keeping her siblings and Haymitch company.”

“You’re all ok?”

Y/N nods, “yeah, honey, we’re all ok. Now we focus on getting you healthy. Ok?”

He doesn’t flee from her touch, only the occasional flinch when he forgets where he is, until she reminds him that he is safe. “You came back for me.”

“Of course I did.”

Y/N leaves him briefly, with the doctors, upon arrival in thirteen. She needs to find Haymitch, tell him she’s ok. And she is running, searching, colliding into him, with such force that they are both sent off balance.

Down to the floor, the dirty, cold floor. But no place has ever felt better. To hold him, for him to hold her and inhale the scent at the crook of his neck.

“Never again.” He pleads, massaging the back of her scalp, like he does when she’s falling asleep. “Never do that to me again.”

“I’m sorry, Haymitch.” She nuzzles the delicate skin of his throat.

“Don’t make me live in a world where you don’t exist.”

‘All I know is that I cannot die.’

Part 20

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[genderfluid-insomniac]

“Name are you wearing our clothes to MK’s sleepover?……” ///Six Eared Macaque x Reader x Sun Wukong

“No.” The shadow demon said to you, not looking up from the book he was reading and completely ignoring your pleas with your puppy dog eyes. “Come on! I know you don’t think being extremely social but it’s a few hours of talking with MK and the gang and then it’s all sleeping. I promise if it becomes too much then you can leave but please…pretty please!” You’d been trying to convince your lover to go to the slumber party MK planned and were going to use his excitement with his shadow plays to your advantage (which usually worked) but it wasn’t working right now.

“Fine. It’s alright, I guess Sun and I will go then. We’ll miss you!” Faking a sigh and disappointed expression, not missing the face Wukong gave you as he tried to not react to the immediate annoyed glare shot your way. Macaque loudly groaned and dramatically shut his book before sitting up and getting close to you. “You’re very lucky that I love you, lotus….Alright. I’ll go, only because I don’t trust peaches from doing something stupid-“ You pulled him close for a hug and quickly thanked him repeatedly, grabbing a dark violet bag that you had already packed knowing he’d give in to your demands, and kissed his cheek gently. “Thank you, moonlight.”

Without a second thought, you ran out to the edge of the cave, the roar of the waterfall deafening your ears and a few tiny hands clambering up your back and clinging to you. The soft white furred monies chittered in your ears and some pulled bits of your hair; even if you couldn’t understand them you could tell they wanted you to stay here and steal your attention that was usually on their kings along with your affection. “You guys have to stay here.” Speaking over the waterfall and emphasizing your words with your mouth, petting one of their heads, and receiving a churr in response.

“I’m beginning to think they like you more than me and I raised most of these guys!” Some chitters and shouts were directed at their older brother who was now frustrated at their complaints and decided to pull you into his chest. Effectively, humming deeply almost nearing a growl that got some of the monkeys off you (albeit begrudgingly), and squishing his face into your neck in an attempt to show the others you belonged to him. Yeah…..sure maybe Macaque too but he doesn’t care right now. You laughed and waved the other demon over, putting your hand on the rushing stream and stepping on the stones in the pool in front of it as the golden symbol shone brightly on the splitting falls.

“Come on guys we’re gonna be late!” You relaxed when you touched land and looked back to see the two mystic monkeys right behind you, Wukong sitting on his somersault cloud patting the space next to him as an invitation and Macaque leaning under a tree mindlessly playing with shadows the sun left on the dirt. “So how are we gonna get there?” The shadow only opened his mouth before the sage loudly spoke up, pointedly glaring at him and floating away. “No- Nope. Nu-uh! Your shadow portals are too creepy and probably unsafe, especially for our special mortal.-“ You were jerked behind him by his gold tail and pushed against his hoodie-covered chest, a questioning look was sent to him and then Mac before to shrugged off his grip. “Well, I’m certainly not going on your dumb cloud when you can’t even spell much less drive!”

You got in between them and shrugged out of the tail's tight grasp, hoping to stop a tedious already fought argument and get to MK’s place already. “Can you both stop being petty for one evening?! Gods, you’re both centuries older than I am and I still feel like I need to parent both of you.” Both celestials readjusted their bags on their shoulders and looked at you with offended looks, the reactions did nothing to you and you continued on with your plan. “How about a compromise? We take Sun’s cloud the way there and on the way back we take Mac’s portal. Sound good?”

They thought over it for a second before nodding slowly and going on either side of you. A dark-furred tail curls around your waist before pulling you closer to him, mumbling something just under his breath before helping you up on your boyfriend's cloud. “I’m going to hold onto you, lotus. I don’t want you to fall off.” Nuzzling his face into your neck and showing some rare affection, you guessed since he wasn’t as into PDA as his lover was and wouldn’t be able to do anything obvious when you were with the gang.

You wrapped your arms around him backward and fell back into his plush scarf as the cloud zipped off into the distance. Moving fast wasn’t something you were fond of before you met these two and it certainly didn’t get any better now, closing your eyes and turning your head away so you could breathe without the gusts of wind suffocating you. A hand intertwined with yours and wrapped around your waist, silently reminding you that you were safe and in good hands (probably the safest you could ever be and also the most dangerous…so).

The time it took to get to MKs place wasn’t long and you hopped off the cloud, knocking on the door and stepping back when you heard the loud stomping of footsteps. The brunette quickly opens the door and smiles widely as he scans your group before landing on the shadow with an expression of shock. “Hey-How’d you get Macaque to agree?! He never shows up whenever I invite him to stuff unless I promise him food..” Behind him, you could make out someone saying “simp” who you could easily guess was Mei and sent Macaque darting off into the shadow portal further in the house to get her.

You just laughed and playfully nudged your lover, “MK that’s my little secret, and I’m not telling.” He only dramatically groaned and whispered curses under his breath to which the kid got lightly smacked with Wukong’s tail. “Language.” The king walked in and tossed both of your backs, which you let him take when he tugged on them, giving MK an apologetic look and grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. Seeing many things happen, Pigsy and Tang were making the “world's greatest popcorn” according to Pigsy, Sandy and Bai He were petting Mo while discussing what movie to watch, and finally, your lovers were having a playful argument while (who you could barely make out as Mei) a green and white blob fell through two shadow portals.

If someone had to guess it was the comment she made toward him about a minute ago and after Mac caught your disapproving glance he quickly stopped, she landed on the ground and very dizzily got up while not missing a beat. “Ha! I can’t see straight but I’m gonna guess that Name told you off. Oof-” Quickly getting tripped by his tail and falling onto the ground, smirking at her then at you, and walking by you to put his bag down near Wukongs and yours. “Like anyone’s allowed to call me a simp except you two.” You softly laughed and intertwined his hand with yours, going to sit next to Bai He and hugging her back when you sat next to her (Macaque isn’t exempt from the hugs since he’s her favorite out of the group).

You were pulled into the ginger monkey's lap when he sat down next to you and got comfortable as you ignored the “aww” you got from the peanut gallery, squeezing Macaque’s hand in yours and cuddling into both of them. The movie you all ended up putting was about a planet of blue aliens trying to stop being colonized called Avatar, which Sandy had been a fan of the writing and filmmaking. Of course, MK and his mentor immediately suggested a monkey king-themed movie, luckily that suggestion was overruled by the majority and you all changed into pajamas before starting the movie. You had forgotten what you packed when quickly getting ready, going into a bathroom to change, and laughing to yourself at the probable reaction you’d get from your mystic monkeys.

The soft maroon fabric of Macaque’s pants (the ones he wore the most often) felt so comfy against your skin and the pale yellow sleeveless undershirt that Wukong wore during training that you “borrowed” was just the right size (it wouldn’t swallow you whole). You had no doubt that they knew you stole them for yourself but wouldn’t expect you to wear it tonight and they’d definitely notice their scents covering yours. “It should be fine….hopefully.” The shadow demon was more possessive but the great sage got more jealous very easily, so if you stayed with both of them nothing bad would happen, right?

Probably. Maybe….

You came out of the bathroom, tossed your bag of clothes towards your sleeping bags, and sat down in your boyfriend's lap again. Trying your best to not draw too much attention and ignore the arms and tails snaking around your torso. “Lotus…. When we get back you’re not going anywhere for days,” He cheekily laughed and nudged his boyfriend who raised his hand to the back of your neck, grazing the sensitive spot and causing a shiver. “Ha! Not like you’ll be able to when we’re done with you.”

Both celestials held you tightly against them and lowly purred, tails curled with each other and you. MK just rolled his eye at his mentor's behavior while Mei snapped a picture and went on to watch the movie. You didn’t dare leave their clutches the whole night, not like you could anyway.

[moon-alight]

Hi, i loved ur "nightmares" jo fanfic and wanted to request an ot9 reaction where they have a nightmare where they lose their s/o and can't find their s/o (and they like cry a lil cuz i feel like nicho cuz he's a softie and maki would a bit but let's leave it at that cuz it's a ot9 reaction) and srry for my vad english, anyway i love ur writing so yeh bye-bye 💗💗

Hello! :) I like this idea, I think it's absolutely adorable. . . also, what does everyone have with nightmares? Do you guys need someone to talk to or something? I'm glad you like my writing and your English is good enough for me to understand so, you're good. <3

Masterlist

&Team reaction to waking up from a nightmare and not finding you

Warnings: fluff, angst, sad &team

Word Count: 1359

-K

He wakes up in the middle of the night with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. The recent events of his nightmare still fresh in his mind, he reaches out to find you but somehow can't.

He quickly opens his eyes and looks around. The spot on the bed where you would usually be is empty and right now he really would've loved your support. He looks around before remembering that you are currently at your house because you have to wake up early tomorrow.

He turns on the lights, sits up on his bed and stares at his phone on his nightstand. He has a discussion in his head, contemplating whether or not to call you but he decides against it. 'It was just a nightmare anyways' he would tell himself.

(He would tell you the next morning and you'd both talk about it which makes him feel better)

-Fuma

He has had livid dreams, sure, but never did he have such a livid nightmare and honestly, it scares him. He opens his eyes and looks around wildly only to find your side of the bed empty.

"y/n?" His voice is shaky but he tries to hide his fear as much as possible. He throws the blankets off of him and stumbles through the hallway. He hears faint voices come from the living room and decides to check it out only to find you watching tik-toks on the couch.

"Hey, baby." You say, smiling softly.

"What are you doing here?" Fuma asks, sitting down next to you. You close your phone and put it down next to you.

"I had a nightmare and didn't want to wake you."

"Me too." Fuma replies and wraps his arms around you. "We shouldn't have watched Nightmares on Elmstreet last night."

-Nicholas

His nightmares are usually about bad performances or something but this one was much, much worse. He lost you, the love of his life, after an argument which he could've fixed. When he wanted to apologize, he got the news that you had died in a car accident.

It all felt so real.

Especially because you two fought literally right before going to bed. He reaches out once he wakes up but you're gone. Instant panic spreads through his body. Did you walk away? Did something happen? Are you gonna break up with him?

You walk inside the room two minutes later to find your boyfriend crying on the bed. "Nico?" You ask, your voice is soft as to not scare him. He looks up, his eyes red and there are tear stains on his cheek. You had never seen him like this.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, you run to his side and sit down next to him. "We fought and you left and then you died! I couldn't say how much I love you, I couldn't say how much you mean to me--" *Hiccup* "You were just gone."

"I'm here, love." You assure him. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise." You pull him in your arms. "I love you, doesn't matter how much we fight I will always love you."

-EJ

He is stressed out. He has been ever since he got the role of leader which meant that he now has so many responsibilities meanwhile he also tries to take care of you. . . it's a lot. Nightmares aren't very uncommon but you not being there is.

He wraps a blanket around his shaking body and he is off to find the love of his life in the middle of the night in the dark dorm. Boy is determined to find you and ultimately does. He sees you stand at the kitchen counter with a cup of milk in your hands.

He walks over and embraces you from behind, letting his body weight fall on you. You jump slightly but laugh when you realize it's your own personalized teddy bear.

"Hey, baby. What's wrong?" You ask, taking another sip of your drink.

"Nightmare." EJ mumbles back. "You weren't there."

"Oh, I'm sorry, bubba. Want some milk to make up for my absence?"

-Yuma

He is absolutely terrified but will pretend he isn't just for the sake of being the protective boyfriend who doesn't need protection but the moment he realizes you're not there. . . he freaks the hell out!

"Princess?" He sits up and looks around with sleepy eyes. "Angel?" A scary sound comes from outside and he's up. "Sweetheart?" He asks again. Nothing. "Bab---AAAAAHHHH!!!!"

You slam your hand over his mouth to stop him from waking the other boys though you're sure they're awake by now. "What's wrong?" You ask but Yuma doesn't reply, no, he wraps his arms around you and holds onto you like you're his lifeline.

"I thought you were kidnapped!" You chuckle and rub your hand through his hair gently.

"Let's go back to bed, shall we?"

-Jo

My baby. ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) Anyways, he would wake up and stare at the ceiling unable to move. When he finally catches his breath he feels around the mattress with his hand only to find that you're not there.

He would want to go look for you but he's absolutely terrified to even as much leave his bed so he waits this one out. When you finally return to the room he does sit up and looks at you with teary eyes.

"What's wrong?" You ask, cradling his face in your hands. He sobs lightly and you gently wipe his tears away.

"Just a nightmare, it's stupid." You reassure him that it isn't stupid and climb in beside him. Jo holds onto you like a koala for the rest of the night, just making sure you won't leave again.

-Harua

Has a dilemma when he wakes up. Harua had positioned himself against the wall with his phone in his hands, your contact is visible but he isn't sure if he should call you. You were at home, asleep peacefully, he shouldn't wake you but he had clicked 'call' before he could stop himself.

"Yes?" Your groggy morning voice sounds. Harua feels so damn guilty about waking you up. "Harua?"

"M sorry." He reaches to end the call but your voice stops him.

"What happened?" You sound so worried, so caring.

"Nightmare."

"Want to talk about it?" You ask. He hears blankets shuffle and knows you're sitting up now too. So he decides to talk to you about it.

-Taki

He feels indifferent. He had a nightmare but he has had them many times before. . . then why is he currently grabbing onto his phone like an idiot? It rings four times before you pick up.

"Yes?"

"Where are you?" Taki asks, knowing you should've been besides him but you weren't.

"Bathroom."

"Oh, ok." He hangs up and stumbles out of bed. He walks towards the bathroom and knocks a couple of times.

"Yes?" You ask again, still tired from waking up only seconds ago. The door suddenly opens and Taki walks inside. You're glad you just pulled your pants up before he came in. "Hello, a bit of privacy?"

"I had a nightmare." Taki tells you, he looks rather shaken up. You quickly wrap your arms around him and comfort him the best you can.

-Maki

Pain. He feels pain. So much that he can't breathe properly and tears stream down his face. It looked and felt so real. He reaches for his phone and calls you immediately.

"Sorry for waking you." He apologizes when you have picked up. "But I had a nightmare and didn't know what else to do." You were up, you couldn't sleep so this sounded like the perfect opportunity to go to the dorms since you live close by.

"On my way." You arrive about seven minutes later and find him on the couch. His hair is messy and he is still wiping away his tears. "Oh, Maki." You say softly and sit down next to him.

He clings to you and buries his face in the crook of your neck. You chuckle lightly and rub up and down his back, comforting him.

[ponyosmom35]

Nightmares

bittersweet chapter sixteen

steve harrington x fem oc

synopsis: Indie is having nightmares and Steve grows worried about her.

warnings: nightmares, barb's death, grief

link to master list:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

Two weeks later 

It had been nearly two weeks since Indie's life changed forever. Two weeks since she found out her sister was dead. Two weeks since they fought a demogorgan. Two weeks since Steve Harrington had decided to be her 'new best friend'. Which thus far had been true. He'd begun picking her up and driving her to and from school, eating lunch with her in his car, and studying together. Indie was incredibly grateful for his presence, he made her harsh reality a bit easier to handle. The unyielding support he'd offered her was heartwarming. Steve had begun to need Indie just as much, she was a light in the darkness as he grappled with the existence of monsters and alternate dimensions along with his breakup with Nancy Wheeler. The two needed one another. 

After class, Steve waits for Indie by her locker, casually leaning against the wall. When she finally reaches him, he gives her a concerned look. Steve glances at her face, noticing the dark circles under her eyes, and his frown deepens.

"Hey, you look exhausted. You didn't get much sleep last night, did you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

Steve nods, his expression filled with concern. "Were you up all night?"

"Yeah, I was studying," she lies.

Steve narrows his eyes, not quite believing her. "Studying? Really? You sure that's all you were doing? You didn't have... other things keeping you up?"

"I have a test today," she lies again.

Steve crosses his arms, his expression turning skeptical. "A test, huh? And you had to stay up all night studying for it? Sounds a little excessive. What class is this test in?"

She looks up at him, trying to think but not having the energy. "Fifth period."

Steve continues staring at her, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Fifth period... Okay, so you have a test in PE?" he says, recalling her mentioning having PE as her last class of the day.

"Yup."

Steve nods slowly, still trying to figure her out. "Right, so you've got a PE test, and you felt the need to stay up all night studying for it? What exactly do you study for a PE test anyway?"

"I was studying the rules of... soccer we're playing this week, and I'm not exactly an athlete, so I was trying to learn the rules."

Steve cocks an eyebrow at her response, still not entirely convinced but willing to let it slide. "Okay, so you were up half the night studying the rules of soccer. That explains the dark circles under your eyes and the exhaustion, huh?"

"Yes," she nods.

"Indie, what's going on?" he asks gently. "You can talk to me."

"It's nothing."

Steve frowns, seeing the hint of a lie in her eyes. He steps a little closer, his voice soft and gentle. "It's not nothing. You can't have stayed up all night just studying for a PE test. You're hiding something from me. What's really going on?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," she says, her voice firm but unconvincing.

Steve studies her face for a moment, searching for any signs of truth. Finding none, he lets out an exasperated sigh. "That's bullshit, and you know it. You're not fine. So don't try to feed me this 'nothing is wrong' bullshit, alright?"

"This isn't your problem, Steve. I'm just tired today, that's all."

Steve raises an eyebrow at her dismissiveness and shakes his head, a mix of disbelief and annoyance on his face. "You seriously think I'm just gonna let this go? You're my friend, Indie. Your problems are my problems. And you're not 'just tired'—you're completely exhausted, and you look like you haven't slept a wink. So don't brush me off."

Indie looks over her shoulder to make sure nobody is around and clutches her books to her chest. "I've been having nightmares about Barb."

The change in Indie's demeanor instantly grabs Steve's attention. His expression softens, the annoyance replaced by concern. "Nightmares? That's what's been keeping you up all night?"

"Every time I sleep, I have the same dream, and I don't want to watch her die every time I close my eyes, so I've been trying to just stay up."

Steve's heart aches for Indie as she opens up about her torment. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder, his voice filled with empathy. "You can't keep going on without sleep; it's gonna destroy you."

"I'll be fine," she promises. "You don't have to worry about me."

Steve lets out a frustrated huff, shaking his head. He's not buying her promise for a second. "Don't give me that 'I'll be fine' crap. You're not fine, and I am gonna worry about you whether you like it or not. I can't just sit back when you're clearly struggling."

"I appreciate that, Steve, but this is something I need to work through myself."

Steve huffs again, clearly not happy with her dismissive response, but he knows that Indie can be stubborn when she wants to be. "You don't have to go through this alone, you know. You don't have to fight these nightmares alone. You have me, and I want to be there for you."

"How about this? I'll let you know if I need your support, friend," she says with a small smile.

Steve looks at her, still not entirely convinced by her reassurances. But he knows that pushing too hard would just make her shut down. He sighs, reluctantly agreeing to her terms. "Alright, fine. I'll back off for now. But you better promise that you'll come to me if you need help, got it? I don't want you suffering silently just because you're too damn stubborn to ask for help."

"I promise," she says.

Steve eyes her for a moment longer, searching her face for any hint of falsehood. Finally, he nods, accepting her promise.

Indie’s nightmare begins the same way it always does, with her standing in her living room, everything around her feeling oddly familiar yet terrifyingly wrong. The walls seem to breathe, the shadows dance, and the air is thick with a sense of impending doom. She tries to move, but her feet are glued to the floor, an invisible force keeping her rooted in place.

She hears her sister Barb's voice, faint at first, calling her name from somewhere in the house. Panic seizes Indie’s heart as she desperately tries to call back, but her voice is trapped in her throat, silenced by fear. The room grows colder, the temperature dropping rapidly until her breath fogs in front of her face.

Suddenly, Barb appears at the top of the stairs, her eyes wide with terror. Indie watches helplessly as Barb’s gaze locks onto something behind her. The dread in her sister's eyes sends a shiver down her spine, and Indie’s body begins to tremble uncontrollably. She tries to scream, to warn her, but no sound comes out. 

The demogorgon emerges from the darkness at the end of the hallway, its grotesque, flower-like mouth opening wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its growl reverberates through the house, a sickening sound that makes Indie’s skin crawl. Barb backs away slowly, but there’s nowhere to go. The creature advances, each step deliberate, as if it knows that Indie is powerless to stop it.

Indie’s heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to move, to do anything to save her sister, but her body is paralyzed. The demogorgon lunges at Barb, its claws slashing through the air. Barb screams, a sound so filled with fear and pain that it echoes in Indie’s ears, a haunting cry that she knows she’ll never forget.

The monster’s claws sink into Barb’s flesh, dragging her to the ground. Indie watches in horror as the demogorgon begins to tear into her sister, the sound of ripping flesh and bones snapping filling the room. Blood splatters across the walls, painting the scene in a gruesome shade of red. Barb's screams grow weaker, turning into desperate whimpers, and all Indie can do is watch, her vision blurring with tears.

She tries again to move, to shout, to do anything, but she’s trapped in her own body, forced to witness the horrific scene unfold. The demogorgon lifts Barb’s lifeless body, its mouth opening wide to devour her. Indie’s breath catches in her throat, her heart shattering as she sees the last remnants of life leave her sister’s eyes.

Indie wakes with a start, her body drenched in sweat, her heart racing as if it’s trying to escape her chest. She can still hear Barb’s screams echoing in her mind, still see the blood, the terror in her sister’s eyes. She’s trembling uncontrollably, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

Her phone is on the nightstand, just within reach. She grabs it, her hands shaking so badly that she almost drops it as she dials Steve’s number. The moment he picks up, she doesn’t even give him a chance to speak.

"Steve," she whispers, her voice trembling, "Can you come over? Please."

There’s a pause on the other end, and then his voice, warm and reassuring, comes through. "I’m on my way."

Minutes later, Steve is at her door, still in the clothes he wore that day, worry etched into his features. Indie lets him in, her hands still shaking as she leads him to her room. She can’t bring herself to speak; she just climbs back onto her bed, pulling the covers around her like a shield against the horrors that her mind conjured.

Steve sits down on the edge of her bed, watching her closely. He can see the fear in her eyes, the way her body is trembling beneath the blankets. Without a word, he pulls her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her trembling frame. Indie buries her face in his chest, trying to hold back the tears, but they spill out anyway, soaking into his shirt. Steve doesn’t say anything; he just holds her tighter, his hand gently rubbing her back as he tries to soothe her.

"I’ve got you," he murmurs into her hair. "I’m here. You’re safe."

She clings to him, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. Steve stays with her, holding her until the trembling starts to subside, until her breathing slows down to something resembling normal. He doesn’t let go until she starts to pull away, wiping her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying.

Steve shakes his head. "You don’t have to thank me. I’m here for you, always."

Indie manages a weak smile, but it’s fleeting. The nightmare is still fresh in her mind, the images of Barb’s death still playing behind her eyes every time she blinks. She looks at the floor, her voice barely a whisper. "Can you… can you stay?"

Steve nods without hesitation. "Of course."

He grabs a spare pillow and blanket from the foot of her bed and sets up a spot on the floor. As he lays down, he looks up at her, his eyes filled with a determination that almost makes her believe she can get through this. 

"I’ll be right here, Indie," he says firmly. "I’m not going anywhere. And I promise, I’ll make sure you stay safe."

Indie lies back down, her body still shaking slightly, but the weight of Steve’s promise eases some of the fear that clings to her. She listens to his breathing, steady and reassuring, and eventually, the terror begins to fade, just enough for her to close her eyes and drift off to sleep.

Steve stays awake long after she’s fallen asleep, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, making sure that Indie’s breathing stays steady, that she’s not dragged back into the nightmare. And even though he’s on the floor, uncomfortable and tired, he doesn’t mind. Because right now, keeping Indie safe is the only thing that matters.

[the-iceni-bitch]

On the Tip of My Tongue

Kinkmas Day 9: Dirty Talk

Relationship: Andy Barber x TJ Hammond (jawbreaker and sugar, NLLYL)

Words: ~1k

Summary: Andy really is going to be the death of TJ.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (all just dirty talk, but it’s nasty, salad tossing, unprotected anal sex, feminization, bimbofication, multiple orgasms, anal cream pie, big ass daddy kink), age gap (not mentioned but present), ANDY’S MOUTH, baby TJ being all flustered and cute, mentions of waxing, lingerie, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Andy is going to kill ALL OF US, holy fucking shit.

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TJ was shaking. He could hear the ice in his drink tinkling against the glass when he brought it to his lips as he struggled to get himself under control.

But he couldn’t, and it was all Andy’s fault.

“God you smell so fucking good.” TJ tried his best not to whimper when Andy growled in his ear again, the feeling of the older man’s arm sliding around his waist and squeezing making his knees weak as he just looked at the bottom of his soda glass. “Like sex and vanilla. I bet that boy pussy smells even better, wanna suffocate myself in it while I make you squeal, sugar.”

He was sure he was going to start sobbing and begging Andy to fuck him if this kept up, fuck the fact that they were surrounded by Andy’s partners and clients at the firm’s holiday party, TJ’s prick had been hard for the past half hour and it didn’t seem like that was going to change anytime soon.

Maybe he should have waited to show Andy his surprise until after they got back to his house, but he wanted to tease his Daddy. How was he supposed to know that telling Andy he’d gotten everything waxed and given him a little peek at the dark green panties he was wearing would turn him into… this? Damn Johnny for telling him to be more forward, as soon as he saw that asshole here he was going to smack him, or kiss him, he couldn’t decide.

“Know that cunt is so goddamn soft and warm now, I wanna make it wet.” Andy was so worked up TJ was sure he was only seconds away from actually ripping the well-tailored suit right off his body and eating him out with an audience. “Make a fucking feast out of that pretty pink hole. Are you extra sensitive, sugar? Are those soft little panties making that pretty prick of yours leak for your Daddy?”

They were, all TJ could do was nod as he blushed up to his ears, batting his eyelashes like a little coquette as he gazed at Andy and not helping the situation at all. He couldn’t look at the man for long though, the intensity in his eyes making his gut burn and his head swim as he fought the urge to bare his throat and whine.

“So fucking pink and sweet for your Daddy.” TJ could feel Andy’s smile against his cheek when he choked on a whimper, trying not to openly pant when he felt teeth scraping against the shell of his ear while he picked out a spot on the wall to stare at. “Poor little thing. And I would’ve made you feel so good, baby boy, would’ve taken my time kissing and licking that pretty, smooth little pussy until it opened up for Daddy before I fucked you nice and slow. But you had to be mean and tease your Daddy.”

Oh no…

“Daddy was gonna be so nice, sugar, was gonna give you just one before we left, was gonna make sure you felt it in your toes and got all syrupy sweet for me since you had to be on my arm all night.” Andy took a sip of his bourbon and smiled when TJ let out a pathetic hiccup, nuzzling against the younger man’s temple and purring as he kept detailing exactly what he was going to do to him. “You made me wait, though, and fuck, baby, I’m gonna wreck that boy cunt.”

TJ was sure everyone saw him jump when Andy bit his ear and slid his hand down to grab his ass, barely swallowing his squeal when Andy’s fingers slipped even lower until they were teasing along his taint over his trousers. Someone was going to see them, or hear the way TJ was practically keening each time he breathed. Andy was being so brazen, and as embarrassed as TJ knew he should be, all he could feel was warm and aroused and achy in his core.

“I’m gonna eat that pussy like a fucking buffet, gonna make that smooth, pretty cunt so fucking wet and messy it makes a stain on my damn sheets.” Andy was so close, TJ felt like he was suffocating in the man, like he was about to be shoved up against a wall and have every single breath stolen from his lungs. “Want it all slick and swollen for Daddy’s dick, it’s gonna look so pretty swallowing my cock whole, gonna feel so fucking good when I dig into that sweet spot until my balls are nestled right up against that soft skin. Then I’m gonna fuck you, look at me.”

Andy was gentle when he gripped TJ’s chin and tilted his face up to his, but the look in his eyes was absolutely feral. It made TJ start vibrating as his entire body drew tight with anticipation, his breath shallow and warm against Andy’s lips while he looked at him stupidly.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, sugar.” He wasn’t sure if it was just the anxiety of the situation, but Andy had never seemed bigger than he did right now, and it had TJ swooning. “Gonna make that pussy squirt, you’re gonna come so hard. And I’m not gonna stop, your tight little cunt is gonna come on Daddy’s dick so many times you won’t be able to walk, I’m gonna ruin you, gonna use that sweet body of yours however I want until you’re jelly. You aren’t even gonna be able to hold on all the cum I’m going to pump into that pussy. You feel how fucking full I am for you, sugar?”

Andy groaned as he grabbed TJ’s hand and pressed it against his bulge, the way his baby gasped when he dragged his palm down until he was cupping his balls making him barely hang onto his composure as he smashed their lips together. TJ couldn’t handle it, he was done, if Andy didn’t do everything he had just detailed within the next ten minutes he was going to explode.

“Daddy…”

[fluffnflightillustrations]

A Renruki request: Renji watching anime for the first time with Rukia in the world of the living. Bonus points if they're watching it in Ichigo's house.

"This.... is the masterpiece of the human world." Rukia sat back on her bed, squished shoulder to shoulder against Renji as they shared Ichigo's lap computer atop their thighs.

The theme song brought the characters to life, the bouncy song and sparkling title screen setting the tone for the entire storyline. Rukia really needed to get one of these things for Soul Society. She tried to focus on the anime, but felt just a tad bit distracted, as any movement made by her anime-binging buddy squished up against her was maddeningly warm and enticing. "Wait-- this girl's name is Ichigo?" Renji was grinning ear to ear. "Did you make him watch this yet?"

"I've tried! Orihime showed me this one, and he refuses to watch it. Any chance of a schoolmate finding out could ruin his carefully honed teenage reputation." She snorted.

About three episodes in, Rukia couldn't bother to pay attention to the anime any more. It was alright, but magical girl anime's just weren't her favorite. They worked at a maid cafe as a guise, and they fought aliens as the bad guys. It was just a simple, overused plot line. "That guy's kinda fishy for a love interest."

"Care for spoilers?"

"Rukia, with all due respect, I'm probably never gonna watch another episode of this after today. Dump it on me."

"He's the boss of all the bad guys in disguise."

Renji rolled his eyes. It really was predictable, if even a buffoon like him could figure it out. Rukia leaned her head on his shoulder, very very subtly, so as not to draw attention.

Unfortunately, however, it was less subtle than she had thought, as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. They both decided not to comment on it. Did it really need words, whatever this was? What mattered more was not defining this feeling, but relishing in however long it lasted. Defining it could wait till later. She would rather enjoy this moment as it stood.

Only 5 minutes later did the moment end abruptly, as Ichigo slammed open the closet door. "Seriously?? In my closet??"

Rukia launched her pillow at his face. "You know you could knock." Ichigo launched the pillow right back at her. "It's my closet! Not your room!" He rubbed his temples. "I need that back, I have homework to do." He swiped his computer, and made a face at the anime they were watching.

"I'm not even going to ask about it." He put his computer on his desk, and swiveled around to stare at the two shinigami, a scowl on his face, hands on his hips. "I have school tomorrow, I can't have you guys waking me up. Just get out of here soon." He shut the closet door, and his footsteps faded away as he walked to his desk.

Rukia and Renji grinned at each other in the dark. "What do you think we should do for an hour, then?" Renji's smirk was very difficult to make out in the limited light of the closet, but Rukia could well enough hear it in his voice.

"Does it really need to be said out loud?" Rukia smirked back, and rested a hand on his cheek, pulling his jaw bones down just enough to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Stop making out in my closet!"

He was getting on Rukia's last nerve. "If it bothers you so much, put in your headphones!" Renji just chuckled. This last hour was going to be a fine one.

[plaindangan]

How did junko first meeting Kaede went ?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Puhuhuhu~

It was to be a nice little prank on her cute little juniors. After swiping Chisa's outfit during the MILF's romp with Kyosuke, she was all set to greet the V3 class in her sexy teacher mode. With her hair up in a a blonde ponytail, boobs revealed and highlight by an open button dress shirt and apron, a tight skirt that stuck to her curvy thighs and bubble butt...she was all set to give these guys some wet daydreams~ She already knew it would have an effect with curvy geek Tsumugi, and new member of her Hope's Peak posse, practically creaming her panties at the sight of her...though, she was interested in something or, rather, someone that she mentioned.

How Junko resembled so much of Kaede? The heck was that? Certainly there was no one some bitch from this nerd's class could ever resemble Jun-

It was like looking into a goddamned reverse mirror. Let's see: curvy blonde bombshell that was the center of attention, clearly seemed to be the an important person for a certain dark haired smarty pants boy, was a leader for their own little group, were clearly smarter and more charismatic than anyone would expect. Hell, she even had her own Mukuro with that assassin bitch as her BFF!!! (If they happened to be related, Junko might have had an aneurysm...). It was as if someone had kinda copied Junko...except without her glorious despair fetish!!

Junko had entered the class with the intent to do some 'sex education' lessons and move on, but seeing Kaede interact with her class brought a strange feeling of...kinship? And also...fuck it! Who was she kidding?! She was also hella attractive to Junko!!

So it was only natural that, after having Kaede held back at the end of class, she invited the pianist back to her place for some...extra lessons~

*

"Okay, now this would be creepy if I wasn't in to it~"

"Ooooohky guess we had similar thought processes, huh?" At Junko's house, after both had left briefly to change into their 'special clothing' they came back to see a bit of a shock. For Kaede, she was wearing a cowprint bikini with fake horns and a tail to boot. But for Junko, she was wearing fuzzy bear ears, and a half-white/half-black striped themed bikini (with black bears paws and a small black/white tail to boot)!!

"I'm supposed to be a cow, and was gonna ask if you were the same...but the ears, paws and tail?"

"I'm a bear...well a black & white bear that's supposed to represent Hope and Despair mixing together..."

"Ohhhh....I don't quite get it, but looks very sexy on you~" Junko chuckled and sauntered up to Kaede, hands gripping the pianist's heavy hips. Soft like her's, hm?~ Leaning in, pushing her own milk makers against Kaede's, Junko's flirty smile sent the leader of the V3 class into a headspin.

"And aren't you just the naughtiest thing, dressing up like such a slut at the thought of teachers 'extra lessons'~ But don't worry!" Leaning in Junko kissed her right on the lips. Sending both into a lustful spin spanning the next hour!

10 minutes in! Both has spent so long 'tasting' each other! Five of those minutes were spent tongue wrestling each other as they 'fought' on the bed. Junko getting lose in Kaede's natural sweetness and Kaede overcome by the black cheery lipstick Junko was wearing. But, about halfway, both decided to go another way with their lips...by focusing on a rather moist pair below. Teach Junko, Kaede really like to get in deep and, for Kaede, Junko love to tease the front so much!

20 Minutes in! Once they had their 'fill' of how the other tasted like, how well could the other do against the others in terms of fingering? Junko has very eager to find out as she had quickly moved behind Kaede, harshly groping at the other's breasts to 'milk a slut', while rapidly thrust two of her own fingers into the super moist pussy. Getting encouraged by the pleasured moos from the cowish pianist!

30 minutes in! Kaede's turn to 'please' Junko and did she have a have a plan for that. As one of her fingers began to slowly rub at the fashionista's crotch, Kaede herself had taken to kissing at Junko's neck. Loving the growls of satisfation Junko was letting out as Kaede move on to leave hickeys on her.

40 minutes in! Strap-on time! Junko was dying to see how Kaede takes her thick, 12-inch black dildo and practically bent Kaede over the bed herself before plunging deep into her caked up ass. The room was filled with Kaede's moos of bliss, which became more frequent as Kaede demanded that not only Junko speed up but even demand she 'slap the shit out of her slutty ass'! Something the Ultimate Despair was all to happy to oblige n.

50 Minutes in! They had switched place, with Kaede taking over fucking Junko. But instead of fucking her over the bed, she instead opted to essentially press Junko and her funbags up against the wall instead. Grabbing the despair fetishist by the twintails, Kaede yanked on them with force with each slow, yet forceful thrust into Junko's own tight booty. A fucking that her tearing at her own wallpaper and demanding Kaede not to stop!

60 minutes in!! The finale~ Both ditched the strapon's in favor of feeling each other more closely. And what was more close than straight up scissoring each other~ They were in a surprisingly amount of good sync, neither wanting to give up and cum first. Yet, both as they rubbed and begged each other to keep up...they each knew they couldn't last~

It was no surprise to either that, when the damn finally broke, they came hard - and at the same time? A draw? Not bad from you 'other self'~

Though, both knew that they can't end their relationship like this...they needed to decide a victor!!

Perhaps tomorrow night would do? It'd be perfect after Junko arranges both to get married!! (because fucking someone so aligned with you on a daily basis is something she wasn't even considering of letting go~) And, especially after she 'convinces' Kaede with some tongue to get her to agree to matching tattoos.

"Happy Piano Slut' and 'Happy Fashion Bitch' on each of their bubble butts has a nice to ring to Junko, and something told her Kaede wouldn't mind that either~

[night-triumphantt]

oh these are so many LOL but yk what, we were gonna answer all of these anyways so. obligatory otp caledith questions 13, 14, 15, 30, 47, 54, 57. or others you like more idk 🤭

13. Who’s the bigger tease?

Edith, 200%, Cal might learn overtime a little bit but it’s def Edith and not in small part bc Cals (v blushy) reactions are great

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

They’re both p good at expressing themselves through actions. Cal gives Edith room and trust to make her own choices & she pushes back on his own self depreciating ways and I think, pushes him to ask for what he wants when he isn’t really likely to do that on his own (he grows a lot when they’re actually together loll). As for how they clash (as tho I didn’t go dm u ab this one; its ok, the ppl should know💀) the way they deal w negative emotions aka. cal repressing them and just deciding to deal, vs edith who responds w anger/becomes explosive. I initially took this as things that would cause arguments but, cal is v chill and edith is too soft for him to be upset.

15. Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

Hmmmm I’m not sure it’s an always when they leave, I think In some universes it’d be more consistently than others depending on the high stakes situations they’re in yk. Cal says I love you mostly through actions and his behavior so if you count that than every 'be safe' or hug goodbye is 200% an 'i love you'

16. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

I feel like if he was told ‘pick out an outfit for Edith’ he’d take into account what she likes, that being practicality and also dark colors. THAT SAID, hed put her in his clothes (this doodle is why it took me so fuckin long to answer bc, it needed to be done and I fought clip studio paint to do it FSDFSDF)

I have no idea what edith would pick for him, so I'll leave that for u ross fdsfsdfd

47. Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

I,,, I don’t think so?? Even tho they’re both convinced they’re gonna ruin it somehow (I Edith bc of her own view of herself and thinking she ruins everything and Cal bc he believes it’s too good to be true and it’s going to end when she finds out he’s a monster fhskdjsk)

54. Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?

I feel like Edith is more likely to fall asleep somewhere that’s not their bed (bc she doesn’t sleep), in which case, Cal would. That or he would like, gently lay a blanket on her so shes not bothered fdfsdf.

57. Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

Cal does the cooking so I feel like he is more focused on what they actually need to get and Edith can put whatever random energy drinks/snacks she wants outside that 💀

ALSO ross u can retcon/add whatever u want

[lex-play]

Light My Soul on Fire pt 4

~*~

Izuku had no idea what to wear, and Bakugou would be picking him up in less than twenty minutes.

Shouto was no help whatsoever, not that Izuku was surprised. Shouto always had a strange sort of confidence about himself. He was exactly who he was and he’d never understood the need to impress others that so many people had.

Izuku envied him that trait. He was still growing out of his people pleaser phase, allowing himself to be more demanding and set firmer boundaries than he’d set his whole life. The Izuku from a few years ago wouldn’t even recognize who he was now. But the Izuku from a few years ago probably wouldn’t have gotten a date with a hot firefighter alpha. Maybe an alpha.

Izuku whined as he looked down at his phone as his thoughts brought him back to his dilemma. He’d texted Katsuki to ask where they were going so he could try to figure out what he should wear, but the firefighter hadn’t responded yet.

Just as Izuku was contemplating seppuku, his phone vibrated in his hands.

>>I’m not gonna spoil the damn surprise, but dress comfortably.

Izuku sighed. It wasn’t really enough info, but it would have to do.

He settled for stirrup leggings, and a loose pink crop top. It was autumn, and the air was starting to cool, so he set his coat by the door along with his usual red high tops. He’d done his hair much earlier, knowing he’d have to wet it to define his curls, then style it, and then blow dry it before he left for his date. Izuku had also winged his eyeliner and put on mascara, but decided against anything more this time.

He had time to drink some water before there was a knock on the door.

Bakugou had looked good both times Izuku had seen him, in his firefighter’s uniform, and his lounge clothes respectively, but there was something about seeing him cleaned up a bit that gave Izuku the tingles.

He wore a long sleeved black henley, dark wash blue jeans and black ankle boots. He looked like a snack and Izuku was suddenly starving.

“H-hi Bakugou-kun,” Izuku said, his face heating.

“Katsuki is fine,” the alpha said with a grin. “You look good.”

He held out a small bouquet of flowers, ears turning pink as he did so. The bouquet was gorgeous, and unusual in the best way. It had orange roses, baby’s breath, and green carnations wrapped in white paper.

“Oh, Katsuki, they're so pretty!” Izuku pressed his hands to his burning cheeks before he reached out and took the bouquet with a smile. “I’m sure I have a vase around here, come in for a second while I check.”

~*~

Katsuki smiled and stepped into the entryway, allowing the door to shut behind him. He stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the closed door as he watched the omega putter around the apartment.

He looked cute, the pink making him look soft and innocent but the lithe muscles of his arms a direct contradiction. The little nerd wasn’t overdressed thank fuck. Katsuki was a little worried he’d have to spoil the surprise to get the little omega to wear something appropriate.

When he bent over to look under the sink, Katsuki had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. Good god that ass could not be real. His teeth ached with the urge to bite and his dick pulsed between his legs as he imagined how it would feel.

Katsuki looked away quickly before his fantasies got out of hand and embarrassed him. He pulled out his phone and started a game of solitaire to distract himself for a moment.

When he looked up again, the little omega had put his flowers in a vase and was in the process of taking a picture on his phone.

Once done, he turned around and smiled at Katsuki, who fought the urge to squint. He padded over towards the door, towards Katsuki, and slipped his shoes on. Katsuki grabbed his jacket to help him into it, his parents raised a gentleman goddammit, and smirked down at him when he noticed his red cheeks.

“Can I get a hint?”

“Nope,” Katsuki said, his grin shit eating and excited. “But you’ll have fun.”

[asksnixxtana]

Hair of The Dog

Tagging: Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez

Time Frame: Sunday, late November

Location: Brittany’s Apartment

General Notes: Santana comes over to “study” whilst battling a hangover from the pits of hell. 

Trigger Warnings: Eventual explicit sexual content, explicit language, intense closeted lesbianism.

Brittany:

Brittany swallowed thickly, slightly tacky fingers gripping the glass bottle as she watched, jaw dropped, as Santana peeled off her oversized hoodie. Brittany heard the audible noise the fabric made when it fell to fake wooden floors, but she was too captivated by shimmering dark brown eyes.

She held in a breath inadvertently, eyes trailing her best friend's movements as she quickly shifted to straddle her lap. Now wearing, significantly... fewer clothes, therefore giving Brittany access to so much more skin. Amazing, totally fine. Regardless, somewhat- confident hands found purchase on Santana's hips, pulling her closer out of habit as she fought the need to close her eyes in response to the perfectly crafted question.

She swallowed again, but only so she could indulge in the way the motion caused a sharp acrylic nail to dig into her skin. It was impossible not to maintain eye contact, and honestly, Brittany wouldn't have looked away even if she were able to. "Like vanilla and coconut...like the beach..." she responded, taking in another deep inhale of the air between them. Her hands shifted downward, cupping Santana's ass over the cotton material of her leggings as she leaned forward to bury her face in the crook of a naturally tan neck, inhaling deeply. "...like you missed me so much. Mhm." Brittany decided very scientifically, raising her head up from where she'd been tucked away. "What are we gonna do about this?" She asked, with manufactured innocence, gaze shifting from glowing honey-brown eyes to smirking lips.

Santana:

Santana didn't even bother to hide the sultry smile that spread across full lips at the feeling of the tip of Brittany's nose ghosting along the sensitive skin of her neck. She let her eyes flutter closed and her senses indulge. Vanilla, coconut, the beach…she laughed softly. It was a very accurate description - a mixture of Chanel N°5, leave-in conditioner and some random overly priced body lotion. Brittany was spot on. The blonde always noticed the little things. Things Santana didn't give a second thought. Things that the guys she would hook up with wouldn't dare notice. Even with soft hands gripping her ass over tight spandex, Brittany nuzzled warm skin and inhaled, causing Santana's perfectly straight teeth to assault her bottom lip.

She bit down firmly, the nerves between her legs awakening. It felt like tiny electric currents with each passing moment. She groaned when Brittany pulled away, but she wasn't disappointed for long. The eye contact was fierce; resulting in Santana's heart hammering in her chest.

“I guess you can start by telling me what I taste like next?” Brown eyes flicked from blu and blown pupils to glossy pink lips before she was leaning in to capture them between her own. It was a simple kiss at first but when the hands on her ass squeezed she took that as an invitation - tongue seeking entrance into Brittany's mouth. She hummed in appreciation when soft lips parted for her, flicking her tongue over the blondes. She tasted like tequila and gummy bears. Santana deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Britt's neck. She pulled her in so they were chest to chest. She could feel the other woman's heart beat, and she knew hers could be felt as well. This was her favorite place.

Wrapped up in everything that was Brittany. It felt so bitter sweet. To have everything she’d ever wanted but nothing at all at the same time. She pushed away those thoughts rising to her knees, only to lean forward, pressing herself against Brittany's chest, pinning her between her body and the sofa. Once they were close enough, Santana lowered herself back onto a warm lap.

[pyroweasel]

Taddison with Fames cause I wanna see what you do with that :)

👉👉

CW for...hunting, I guess? Lots of prey/blood/biting/etc sort of talk.

Takes place in the Trep and Trepper universe - I'll probably throw it on as a new chapter to the Pup series here in a bit.

Trep lets Addison live longer than is likely proper. The excuses are easy to come by - he's still healing, he's not at his prime, Trepper is clearly attached to the human - but eventually the excuses fall away, and Trep turns instead to not thinking about it. There is time yet, plenty of it in fact, before they get to Earth. There's no harm in letting the human live a little longer - especially as he's so willing to babysit in the meanwhile. 

Trep thinks he may even let Addison live until they very nearly land - at least, he considers it, right up until he realizes the bodies they feed on have turned. It's Trepper who clues him in - the whelp seems to pick up the subtle scent of rot first, and even he refuses to eat spoiled flesh. 

There are ways around it, of course. They can both live just fine off of the humans' meals - and now with so few mouths to feed, there are plenty of extra rations. MREs are not nearly so satisfying, though, and it's difficult to imagine living off of them when there remains fresh meat. 

Days tick by where they try it, anyway - but Trepper is unhappy and if Trep is honest he's not much better off himself. He grows hungry, and then ravenous, and it's not so much about the sustenance as it is about the sensations. There is nothing satisfying about badly packed, disgusting 'meat' that might make you sick if you're unlucky - it is nothing like hunting. Sinking teeth into fresh, still moving flesh. Ripping, tearing - it torments Trep. 

When it becomes too much, he decides he's had enough. There comes a night where Trep settles Trepper down as usual and then, once the child is deeply asleep, Trep slips away. 

He finds Addison quickly enough, of course, but he's not willing to give the game up so quickly. So, Trep hunts - he follows the human about as Addison finishes up a few wayward tasks. Trep slips through the vents, along the hallways, watches from corners. 

He can tell when Addison realizes something's wrong - whether it's because of Trep's absence or some human prey instinct. The man's pulse spikes, anxiety thickens the air - it makes Trep's blood pound in turn, his hearts speed in anticipation of the kill.

Trep makes his move as Addison strides in a quickened pace down the hallway to his quarters. The Impostor leaps from a nearby vent and lunges - he pins Addison to the wall, the human's front pressed to the metal, and keeps him trapped there with claws and tentacles and sheer strength. 

Wordlessly, Addison fights - and Trep is taken off guard by the human"s ferocity. It's not enough to move Trep, of course - he has already had his fun and now that his prey is caught, he isn't interested in playing around. He is stronger, by far, than Addison - and it is easy to keep the man pinned. Still, it's impressive just how much strength Addison brings to bear. 

Trep can't stop a slight curve in his lips as the human thrashes beneath him. 

"Get the fuck off of me," Addison finally finds his voice, and in response Trep hums. 

"Sorry Captain, no can do," he answers, even as he shifts a little closer, eyes finding the back of Addison's neck. "For what it's worth, you might be the only human I've ever really found pleasant to be around. Still, I'm starving - and unfortunately for you, you're the only meal left around."

"We had a deal," Addison spits. He kicks back with a leg, and Trep growls softly as it connects rather solidly with a knee. As if in retort, Trep's abdominal maw parts, drool gathers in anticipation - but even as he lowers the mouth in his face towards Addison's neck, he can't help but banter in return. 

"More fool you for trusting an Impostor," Trep murmurs. He parts his jaws, turns his head, and latches them around the back of Addison's neck. He presses, slightly, and as he does he feels Addison go all at once still as stone - except for his pulse, which is racing so quickly it's hard to separate the beats from each other. Trep feels a thrill at the way it races beneath his teeth. 

All it would take is one clean bite. Simple. Efficient. A quick death, even, for a human Trep reluctantly admired. And yet. 

Yet. 

Trep finds himself struck nearly as still as Addison. Flesh is almost broken beneath his teeth but - not quite. Blood rushes at the surface of Addison's skin, but does not yet flood Trep's mouth. Flesh, prey, a real meal - it is at his mercy but still Trep can't move. 

Beneath the bitter, salty scent of fear there is something else. Something familiar, although Trep hasn't ever put a name to it before. It is Addison - a scent unique to the human, a scent that has invaded more of Trep's surroundings than he has realized. A scent that, through the bloodlust and the hunger, registers as familiar. Important. 

Safe. 

Trep growls, but despite his urging his teeth do not clamp any further. Addison trembles - it and his stillness the only outward signs of fear the human has shown. Because Addison is strong. Addison, who looked an injured and violent Impostor in the eye and still helped him. Addison, who only held on and did his best to calm the small Impostor desperate to hurt him. 

Addison, who sings to Trepper when he thinks they're alone. Who treats the boy like his own. Who speaks to Trep like an equal - banters with him in a way he has never experienced before. 

Trep is ravenous, wants nothing more than something fresh and alive to fill his stomach. To feed his child. 

But this is Addison. 

And Trep can't do it. 

His teeth loosen, he relinquishes his many grips. He steps away, suddenly more unsure than he has ever been in his life. His hearts still pound, but their beat feels different now. His blood still runs hot, but he thinks it must be for another reason. 

Then Addison looks over his shoulder - dark eyes full of confusion meet Trep's. 

And the Impostor turns and flees back the way he came, all at once panicked by a new and strange sort of hunger that he just doesn't understand. 

[rezzyromance]

Idk if this is how you request things or if it's just asking, BUT-

How would the Lords react to an S/O that's usually the chillest person that you will ever meet (not to be confused with a pushover because they are not), they've never seen them even mildly annoyed when something bad happens. But then something happens and, turns out, the S/O is utterly TERRIFYING when they're mad.

Hope this makes sense!

Aw man I'm gonna feel awful scaring Moreau and Donna :(

Alcina

You're relaxing on a beautiful morning. The sun is shining through the window just enough to warm the room but not hurt your eyes. You hadn't even changed out of your sleep wear. "How are you feeling, my dear?", a sweet voice rang from the doorway. You were sitting in your favorite chair near the window. You turn and smile at her. She walks over and rubs your face in her large hand before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss. "I'm feeling amazing. And you?", you grab her hand before she pulls it away and you place a kiss on her knuckles. "I'm feeling alright. There's a new maid here. She's a bit slow. I'm giving her until tonight to finish dusting the entire castle or else she won't see another sunrise." It was almost comedic how dark her words were as you both stared out the window and gazed at the beautiful scenery. "Come on Alcina.", you stand up and place your hands on hers, trying to hold them despite the size difference. "Give the girl a break. It's a huge castle AND it's her first day.", you knew your words would probably change nothing. Alcina was rather cruel, but you looked past it. You tried your best to make the nervous maids comfortable whenever they arrive.

"We'll see how she does." She gives you one more kiss before leaving the room. You sit back down in your chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun for a little while longer. You lose track of time, minutes maybe even hours go by. Suddenly, there's a crash not far from the door. You jump and stand up, no longer comfortable after being startled. "What in the name of Mother Miranda?!", you leave the room and look down the hallway. The new maid stood there with a terrified look on her face. In front of her was one of the paintings Alcina had on her walls, now with a broken frame and a hole punctured. Your blood began to boil. It was a painting of you, her, and the girls all together. It was your favorite. "How in the hell did you manage to do that?!", you begin to stomp towards her. She cowers and struggles to find her words. "I-I-I was just dusting! It fell and I-I didn't mean t-", you cut her off. "How the fuck did you knock such a large painting over just by dusting?! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO MAKE SUCH STUPID MISTAKES HERE?!", you unravel. "I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!", she almost begins to weep. "SORRY ISN'T GONNA SAVE YOUR ASS!"

"MISS DIMITRESCU PLEASE HELP!", she cries out. You freeze, realizing that the lady herself is right behind you. You turn to face her. Her eyes are wide with shock. She has never seen you like this before and never even knew you had this type of side to you. She was impressed as much as she was terrified. "(Y/N)? Are you alright my love?" She had no idea what to do as your seething slowed down. "Why don't you go back to the room, yes? Settle down a little and deal with her later.", she places a hand on your back helps walk with you back to the room. Once you're there, she bends down to whisper in your ear. "I don't know where this side of you has been this whole time, but I am so amazed by you. And also a little frightened."

Donna

The Beneviento house was usually a calm place despite its creepy aura. You and Donna are both quiet and chill people. Never once have you fought or even raised your voices at each other. It was pleasant.

You had planned a nice dinner for the both of you. You wanted to try out a new recipe and surprise her, so you made your way to the kitchen to get started. "Okay, what first? I guess I'll need a pot.", you go rummaging through the kitchen and you find the pots stacked within each other inside one of the top cabinets. You groan and stand up on your toes, grazing the pots with your fingers. It didn't take much to cause them to tumble down, crashing on top of you with a loud sound that followed. "Aw shit.", you sighed and picked up the knocked over pots. A small but annoying pain began to throb in your head from where it made contact with a pot. What you didn't notice was you forgot to pick one of the pots up. It remained unnoticed. "It's fine.", you say to yourself as you maintain your composure. Next, a cutting board and knife. You turn around and begin to walk forward to find the cutting board, but you slam your toe into counter. You wince in pain and grab your foot. "SON OF A BITCH!", you yell.

You calm yourself, still wanting to have a pleasant meal with Donna. "Alright. Everything's fine." You step forward and kick the pot that you had forgotten to pick up. It caused your freshly kicked toe to ache even more. "OH COME ON! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!", you scream and swear as you throw your arms up in pure rage and shock.

"...(Y/N)?", a gentle voice whispered from the doorway, causing you to whip your head in that direction. It was Donna. She looked absolutely horrified and almost looked like she could cry. "Is.. is everything... are you alright?", she worried. "Yes. I'm sorry. Just got a little pissed off.", you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, feeling bad for scaring the poor girl.

Moreau

You were sitting on the dock together, looking into the water as your feet swung back and forth above it. It was a sunny day and you two decided to spend it outside. Your hand slowly made its way over to his. His feet stopped swinging for a second as you entangled your fingers. "I don't know what I'd do without you, (Y/N)." his words were bitter sweet as a gentle smile formed from his lips. "Oh, Sal. You don't have to think like that. I'll always be here for you.", you kiss his cheek and continue to relax as you sway your legs.

"There it is! There's the beast!", a voice yelled from not so far away. You both look in the direction of the voice and see a few young village boys. Possibly between the ages of 13 and 16. Moreau had become some what of a scary story for the villagers. A tale that kids spread on school court yard and bring up during dares. But, you've never seen a kid brave enough to actually make it far enough into the reservoir to actually see Moreau. Now, there were about 3. All of them stood and pointed, shocked and terrified.

"Hey beast! Come get me!", one kid teases. You glare at the kids as a newfound rage begins to boil inside you. "Let's go back inside.", Moreau says before standing up from the doc. The sadness in his voice was heartbreaking. Suddenly, one of the children gathers the guts to pick up a rock and throw it as hard as he could. His aim was off, but not by much. It slammed into the wood near Moreau's feet, startling him. "Take that you devil!", he laughs. "THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!", you begin sprinting in the direction of the immature brats. Two of them run from the direction they came from while the one who threw the rock was frozen in fear. You took the opportunity to grab him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here you little waste of space. I'm gonna give you 3 seconds to turn around and run for your goddamn life. If you or any of your little snot-nosed friends come around here again, they'll be goddamn fish food. Do you understand?" The kid was too scared to speak and instead began to nod rapidly. You let him go and watched as he ran as fast as he could, screaming the whole way.

You walk back to the shack and find Moreau standing in the same place he was when you took off. His mouth was agape and he looked almost as scared as the kids. "You alright Sal? I made sure those little shits won't be coming around here anymore." "Yeah... I didn't know you could be so... scary", he says. "I'm sorry. But those kids were being cruel. I had to do something.", you say. "Well... it was awesome!", he smiled. "But also very scary!" You laugh which helps sooth him a little.

Heisenberg

"Screw driver.", is all Karl said with an outstretched palm. He was working on some type of mechanical heart for his experiments. He wanted you to lend a "helping hand" even though he could easily do it all by himself. He did this because he wanted to be around you, he was just too stubborn with too big of an ego to simply say it. So here you were, handing him every little tool he asks for.

"Do you want the big one or the little one?", you say with a hint of boredom in your tone. "Aw c'mon don't sound like that! Isn't this exciting? It's like you're working on it with me! Also, hand me the big one.", you do as he says and hand him the big screw driver. "I just don't get it. You literally have powers. You can easily do this by yourself and have been for so long. Why do you need me to help?" He pauses for a second and looks over towards you, his brow slightly furrowed. "I don't NEED you to help. I just thought it would be nice for you to help out. Plus, you're the one always bitching about me constantly working. Well, here you are! Helping me work! So, either suck it up or you can leave." His harshness had no real ill will in it. He was just confused and a bit too ignorant to consider his words. But, he was testing your patience. He continued to use the screwdriver until handing it to you without saying a word.

"Hand me a screw.", he demanded with his hand facing palm up again. "Which size?" "They're all the same sizes, dumbass." You feel your blood begin to boil. "They're different fucking sizes! This one is smaller than this one!", you hold up two screws that are obviously different sizes. This makes Karl angry. Not because you were right, but because you seemed upset over something that seemed so insignificant.

"If you came here just to yap in my ear, then I don't think I need your assistance.", he huffed. You put the selection of tools and supplies he was making you hold on the table he is working on and ball your fists. "You're the one who told me to do this in the first place!", you yell. "Yeah, because you won't stop bitching! Non-stop you're always compla-" you cut him off before he can finish. "SHUT UP!", you yell. The room goes silent. "YOU SAY I'M BITCHING? HAVE YOU HEARD YOURSELF? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KARL YOU BITCH AND MOAN ALL THE TIME! I'M DONE TAKING SHIT FROM YOU!" He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He felt something much more overwhelming. Was he.. intimidated? He didn't move from his seat. All he could do was look up at you with a confused expression. What now? What is there to do? If he pushes you further, what would happen? He was actually too scared to find out.

You take a deep breath to calm down before speaking. "Now, if you want me to help with your shit, I'll stay as long as you keep your mouth shut. Can you possibly manage to do that?" He gulps nervously. "Yes ma'am."