#anyway. uh. this got deep real fast.

[enviral]

@ubcs​  sent  💬  for a randomized dialogue starter. 

          THIS  NIGHT'S  LASTED  FOREVER.    i  can't  remember  the  last  time  i  had  a  chance  to  really   ��stop  and  think.    in  the  chaos  ,    my  mind's  only  been  able  to  repeat  the    same  words  ,    over  and  over  ,    like  some  kind  of  manic  mantra  :    i  should've  just  stayed  home.    driving  in  with  a  hangover  had  been    bad  enough  ,    halogen  headlights  nearly    dizzying    in  their  brightness  ,    an  affront  to  already  sensitive  eyes  and  a  catalyst  to  the  way  my  head  continued  to    pound  and  throb    with  pain.    i  should've  just  turned  around  and  headed  back  to  my  apartment  ,    chock  full  of  memories  i'd  been  working  to  forget  with  liquid  amnesia.  

          at  this  point  ,    it  wasn't  going  to  be  an  issue  much  longer.  

          they  weren't  bites  ,    i  don't  think  ,    but  some  of  those  things  had  managed  to  take  some  pretty  decent  chunks  out  of  me  ,    and  between  the  blood  loss  ,    pain  ,    and  the  darkness  encroaching  on  the  edges  of  my  unsteady  vision  ,    i  don't  think  i'm  long  for  this  world.    my  hand  presses  shakily  against  the  wound  at  my  midriff  ,    fingers  slick  with  blood  that  seeps  between  them  in  lazy  pulses.  

          it's  funny    —    they  talk  about  how  being  surrounded  by  death  ,    or  being  close  to  it  yourself  ,    makes  you  think    that  much  harder    about  life  ,    and  it  sounds  like  such  a    cliche.    but  they're  right.    all  these  years  ,    and  what  do  i  have  to  show  for  it?    a  badge  i  wore  for  a  single  day  ,    and  not  one  person  to  show  it  to.    no  family  ,    no  real  friends.    my  whole  life  ,    i've  wanted  nothing  more  than  to    help  others  ,    and  yet  ,    when  it  comes  to  the  end  ,    i  have  no  one.    i  almost  laugh.    instead  ,    i  turn  to  the  one  person  who's  stuck  by  me  since  our  fateful  encounter  downtown  ,    and  briefly  hesitate  before  speaking  ,    in  a  voice  i  find    unbefitting    of  a  police  officer.    i  sound  weak.    small.  

          ❛❛    would  you  come  to  my  funeral?    ❜❜  

[romanarose]

Scars

Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x pale!fem!reader (see immersivity warnings)

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Summary: You and Joel are taking things slow, really slow. You find that he's easy to open up to about your depression, but you find it's hard to tell him the full extent.

Warnings: Talk of depression and self harm, self harm scars, descriptions of said scars (healed, not bleeding or recent) piv sex, oral f!recieving. Comfort sex. first time between couple, not loss of virginity.

Immersivity: Reader is fem, no specified age. This is a fic i started last year when i was doing very, very poorly and relapsing. I wanted to write something for myself. I usually really try to make things as inclusive as I can but the descriptions of scars are detailed and they are detailed to my skin, which is pale. I'm sorry, but I wanted to write this for myself. I support people writing fics specific to themselves, their skin tone, their hair type, their wieght etc, as long as it's labled right. @fandxmslxt69 said i could do it and said if anyone has a problem, come to her <3

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"And the scars remind us that the past is real" Scars, Papa Roach

Joel hadn’t minded when you said you wanted to take things slow. He didn’t mind one bit. Being a dad of a preteen , albeit an easy one, didn’t leave him with much opportunity to move fast. He was busy. In fact, he hadn’t really intended to date at all, at least until Sarah was in college if that… but you had sparkled your way into his life accidentally, and he was trying his best to balance it all. You were understanding, patient, you didn't get mad if he had to rearrange plans or cancel because something with Sarah or work came up, and he thought things were going well. You were beautiful, fun, and the few times you’d briefly met Sarah, she seemed to like you. That was a necessity. Joel absolutely refuses to date someone that made Sarah unhappy, but Sarah had made a few references to him and dating before he met you anyway, so she seemed okay with it. It wasn’t like he had a relationship with her mom, as much as Joel had tried to foster something… her mom hadn’t been interested.

Tommy was a lifesaver. When he noticed Joel had been struggling, Tommy sat him down and asked to help him. Tommy asked Joel. 

“You deserve a life.” Tommy had insisted.

“Sarah is my life.”

“Joel, you deserve m-”

“Don’t say I deserve more, Tommy. Sarah is enough. I don’t need more.”

Tommy sighed. “I know, brother, but can I at least help you out a bit? Give you a little free time to see that pretty girl of yours?”

Tommy had only met you once, but he liked you too. Joel acquiesced, letting Tommy take care of taking her to soccer practices (but he would NOT miss a game). This did end up being a big help and Joel had more and more time to see you… and when Tommy took Sarah out for a movie or she had plans with friends, he found more and more time alone in the evening with you.

Joel didn’t want to take his hands off your body the first time you and him made out on his couch, but when his hand went to feel up your breasts, you noticeably tensed. Fearing he overstepped, Joel quickly pulled back and apologized. Both of you nervous messes, it took a moment before you and Joel got full sentences out.

“Shit, I’m sorry-”

“No no it’s okay!”

“I just thought-”

“And I want too-!”

“No, I didn’t mean for anything tonight-”

“Oh, uh, right-”

“Not that I don’t want to!”

“Me too!”

Eventually, Joel clarified he was just enjoying feeling you, he didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything ‘like that’, and you explained he can touch you like that, you just wanted to wait a little bit… You sat back, nervous, but figured now was as good a time as any. 

“Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about, if we could…” You shuffle on the couch.

Joel looks nervous, but open. He wants to know you, good and bad, and if something was bothering you, he wanted to know. “Of course, I’m all ears.”

You take a deep breath. “Do you know what depression is?”

“Oh. Uh, yeah, I have an aunt with it but we don’t really talk about it much… Sometimes Sarah’s school sends her home with pamphlets… so I know a little, I guess.” That’s not what he was expecting.

“Well… I have it.”

“Oh.” He says again, dumbly. “I'm sorry. Or… am I not supposed to say that?”

You can’t help laughing a little. He was sweet, and he was trying. “It’s okay, Joel, and thank you. Well, about 6 months ago I started therapy and started taking an antidepressant, and things have been a lot better but… I need you to understand, things can get really dark for me sometimes and… it can be a lot for other people to deal with. I promise, it’s nothing dangerous to others!” You quickly add when you see his confused face. “It’s just, sometimes I’m not myself… and, if that’s not something you can handle, I want you to know that’s okay.”

Joel sat there for a moment, looking at you. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what depression was… but in the South, it wasn’t like they talked about that sort of thing much. Still, he liked you… he liked you a lot, actually, and he wanted to be there to support you. He couldn’t just run away from difficult times, not when he had a preteen. It would mean he wasn’t fit to be there for Sarah…

“I wanna be there for you.” Joel assured you, to your growing smile. “I may not know how to, but I wanna try my best.”

You smile more, and scoot up next to him, in turn Joel lays an arm around you. “Thank you, Joel”

Still, you were nervous… because Joel hasn’t seen you without sleeves… nonetheless without clothes. 

*

In the end, it was almost 4 months before you had sex. Physically, you’d taken things slow, but emotionally you hadn’t at all. You were in love, and you’d both told each other as much. Tommy had given Joel shit for committing to a girlfriend without having sex, but Joel had told Tommy he could talk after he got an actual girlfriend, not hookups. Still, Tommy wanted to provide a good opportunity for Joel to fuck you the way Joel would want to. Sappy and romantic. So, when Sarah’s favorite band Halican Drops was coming to Housten, Tommy offered to pay for them to go and for a hotel. 

Joel had tried to protest, saying it was too expensive, saying he wasn’t sure he wanted Sarah that far away, and that he should just come, but Tommy smacked him on the head.

“Dumbass, I’m giving you a night with your girlfriend!”

When Tommy promised not to have a single drop of alcohol, text every hour, not let her stand by any men, call when they leave the venue and get to the hotel ETC, Joel allowed it to happen. Sarah was ECSTATIC, being the first concert she’d ever been to, and although a teeny bopper band wasn’t exactly on Tommy’s dream list, he was excited to be a cool uncle. Also, Joel needed to get laid. He was getting cranky at work.

The night itself was a lot of fun. Joel took you to a nice restaurant, and after you came back to his place and changed into more comfortable clothes, you’d spent the night watching American Idol. Joel was very critical.

As the night progressed, your nerves grew as you knew where the natural progression of the night would take you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to fuck Joel; you really, really wanted to. And you weren’t nervous about him. You knew Joel would stop if you said stop. What you were nervous about was your body. Joel looked good, but he had a bit of a stomach himself so you didn’t think he’d be worried about your shape or small imperfections… Joel was a gentle soul, kind, loving. Yeah, that wasn’t the worry. The worry had been on your skin.

In the middle of winter, you’d managed to not show much skin around him, with jackets and long sleeves and pants… but it was inevitable. Joel had been a wonderful support to you these 4 months, holding your hand, listening to you when you cried. Slowly you opened up to him about the circumstances that meant you needed extra help, and he was everything you could ask for. 

But how would he react to this?

Joel had you laid out on the bed, both of you still dressed and his pajama covered pants grinding into your warm cunt. Joel sure liked to take his time. 

“We don’t gotta do noth’n, you know that right?” Joel muttered into your neck, drunk on you but still being respectful like the gentle man he was.

“I know”

He pulled back. “Then why’dya seem so nervous?”

You look up at him, wide eyed and nervous, but you needed this… you needed to tell him the truth. “Joel…”

He got off you, standing up at the edge of the bed. The massive, rock hard erection in his pants couldn’t have been comfortable, but his willingness to stop anyway meant a lot. It was a low bar but it was there.

“We can stop, I’m sorry-”

You sit up on your elbows. “It’s not you, it’s just um… I should tell you something before we start…”

“Okay.” He was few on words, but he looked receptive.

You weren’t sure how to do this, how to open up that conversation… so you decided just to show him. Lights still on, you begin to take off your shirt.

Joel tried to stop you. “Hey, hey, no, let’s talk.”

You smile at him. “We will, Joel, just… let me show you…” After the shirt was off, you slid off your pants and laid on the bed, spread out and close to naked in a bra and underwear.

“Jesus, darl’n…” Joel mumbled, taking in the sight before him. 

Scars littered your body.

It wasn’t a few, it was a lot, and the coverage was significant. Joel’s eyes roamed your body, cock softening quickly despite your near-nakedness and took in the expanse of the scaring. Your thighs were the most noticeable, pink slaves across your skin from the hips to mid-thigh. His hand reached out instinctively, but pulled back. You noticed.

Your voice was soft, reassuring. You knew he was confused and curious. “You can touch me, it’s okay.”

He does. Joel’s fingers a feather light across your skin, feeling the way the scars dipped and raised depending on severity. There there cuts, but also burn mark; small circles from cigarettes twisting up the patterns more. It was all over, reaching back to the curve of your ass. His eyes followed the trail up and the cuts became less in intensity and number, but never stopping over your hip bone and to your stomach. These were lighter; less that split open the skin but the silver lines were still raised over the belly fat as his fingers touched you. Your bra-line showed more burns, and he stopped short of the cloth. 

You take his hands and guide Joel to reach behind you to unclasp the bra, allowing him to pull it up and reveal your breasts. His eyes water as he sees the scars never stopped, marring your breasts, although not nearly the horrific amount on your thighs.

“I don’t understand…” He mumbles, sadness and distress clear in his eyes. “You did this to yourself?” Joel takes your hand in his, examining the scars making a ring around your wrist. He kissed the inside, eyes threatening to pool over.

You nod. “Yeah…”

His voice cracks. “But… why?”

“Sometimes…” You start, overcome with emotions at the clear pain on his face. He loved you so much, the thought of you in this much pain hurt him as well. “It was all I could do to cope.”

He didn’t seem like he understood, but he wasn’t judging you. He didn’t look at you like a freak like so many others did. He just knew he didn’t want you to feel this way again. 

“I havn’t done it in a while.” You give him a smile. “You make things easier. I mean, I’m still… yeah… but you do make things much better.” He did. Having someone who held you, listened to you, helped pick up the pieces… it wasn’t going to cure you, but it was amazing how much support helped with the addition of meds and therapy. 

Joel relaxed at that, a relieved and gentle smile on his face. “I’m glad, darl’n…” He held you hand to his face, chapped lips nuzzling against your damaged skin. “”M here to take care of you now, okay? I wanna help.”

“You do.” You assure him, pulling his face down to you again and taking his mouth in yours. “You mean so much to me Joel, you make me so happy…” His body covers yours once more, his warm encasing you as he protectively holds you.

“You’re safe with me.” Joel mutters against your mouth, fingers digging into your soft flesh.

You pull him closer to you, grinding yourself up against him, enticing him again. “Still want you tonight, please? I can’t wait any longer.” It’s had been a long 4 months and fuck, fuck you wanted him, badly. 

“Always gonna take care of you, princesa.” Joel grinds his jeans-clothed cock against the soft fabric of your underwear, making you shutter. “Gonna take care of my pretty girl, always.”

And god, did he.

Joel’s mouth was sloppy, wet, hot between your legs. His tongue fucked into your hole, prodding you open and his hips bucking against the bed. Insatiable. Arms locked around your legs, his nose nudged against your clit as it seemed he was trying push himself as strongly against your body as he could, to devour you, to bring you and him the most absolute pleasure he could.

You tug at his hair, soft waves in between your fingers as you draw him closer to you. Warmth pooling in your stomach, you felt that pressure grow with every moan, every vibration, every sluuuuuuuuuurp! of your juices, christ he was incredible. You felt elevated, devoted too and adorned in affection the way you had always wanted to be. He was everything in this moment. Joel’s tongue slid up in a swift swipe, mouth and that pouty lower lip latching onto your clit with his fingers pumped into you.

“JOEL! J-ohhhhhh” Your cry for his name melted into moans as you came on his mouth and fingers, crushing his head between thighs as your legs bent. The power of your orgasm caused you to tense and then melt into the bed. You give a low hum as he kisses your inner thighs. As you come to reality again, you register Joel’s sweet kisses all over your legs. He’s kissing the trail of your scars. Joel kisses over the scars on your right thigh and up the crease at your inner hip.

“What are you doing?” You mutter, never for a moment fully let go of his hair.

“Appreciating every inch of you.”

Joel kissed his way up your torso, over the scars under your tits and over the mounds. Latching onto your nipple, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin. You can feel him smile against your skin when your back arches off the bed.

“Fuck, Joel, your fucking mouth…” You whimper, and when his mouth lets go his hands never do. Softly, he touches you in all the scarred, squishy parts of you you were trained for so long to hate. 

He kissed you tenderly, gentle hands a contrast to his hungry mouth. That tongue, that goddamn tongue…

When he slides in, your eyes can’t help but roll back; your chest rises up against his broad expanse. He filled you so perfectly, fucking deep inside you and filling you up. You never felt so full. Your heart, your life, your stretched out cunt… every part of you was full and euphoric.

“My sweet, perfect girl…” Joel grunts as he pumps into you, hand braced against the headboard and towering over you. You gazed up at him, the yellow lighting of the ceiling fan created a halo around him. Joel looked positively angelic. 

Fitting, as he was your angel.

You were aware how he was perceived in his culésac. Joel was highly respected; kind, hard working if a bit disorganized. A good southern man who raised his brother and daughter well, helped the elderly neighbors, bailed his brother out of pinches and would use his truck to help anyone move. Yeah, people liked Joel. But they wouldn’t call him gentle, like how you feel his hands over your stomach. They wouldn’t call him soft like you felt his stomach against yours. They wouldn’t call him angelic, but that was all you could say as you came on his cock.

They certainly would not call him warm, but that was all you felt as you pulled out and sprayed ropes of cum on your stomach. 

You dozed off to sleep as he spread his cum around your scarred skin.

You vaguely register him cleaning you up, tired and content, and wait for him to join you again. His body felt perfect against your, fitting so well against your body like two puzzle pieces so close together. You had mumbled a request to be dressed, just in case Sarah and Tommy came home early, so you were both cuddled up in sweats under a thick blanket.

Everything with Joel felt safe and warm.

"Scars remind us where we've been. They don't have to dictate where we're going" -David Rossi, Criminal Minds.

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So, there we are. I'm very frustrated by the new bought of scars that are quite noticable that I have to wait to fade again but I refuse to be ashamed the way I used to. My scars are just scars from my trauma and illness. It's a moral failing of the people who have and continue to harm me, not mine.

Thank you all for reading, this was quite a venerable piece for me but I see a light at te end of the tunnel, and things will be getting better, I know it <3

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[moonlightspencie]

bloodmoonlit

Description: Six years of friendship with more simmering beneath the surface. They thought they had no chance (but that’s romance).

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: drinking (a lot of it tbh), both of em being massive dorks, 18+ pls bc it gets mildly spicy at the end

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: glitch is one of the best songs on midnights & nobody can convince me otherwise. anyways i didn’t proofread this sorry but i’m selfish

She was a hunter. He was… Also a hunter. Classic meet-cutes get a lot less cute when you’re meeting over the corpse of a wendigo.

Dean looked at her with awe and wonder after watching her use a flamethrower to take down a few wendigos that had started in on him. She lowered it like it was nothing after they stopped screeching into the night.

“Hey,” she greeted with a little smile. “You’re one of the Winchester boys, aren’t you?”

“Dean.”

“You’re like a modern-day folklore story, you know that?”

He chuckled, sure to make a comment about the flamethrower at the first chance. He got her number at the second chance.

They made fast friends at that point, both relentlessly flirting. Both never quite sure to what degree the other meant it.

Dean always found himself making trips towards wherever she was more often that what may be considered necessary. She never intentionally ran into him, but if she saw that impala roll up to a case, she always obliged her time. Especially if that meeting happened in a crowded bar where she could relish in the feeling of his attention being placed on her rather than anyone else who would immediately say yes to a night at his motel. Those green eyes sparkling as he chatted her up like they were the closest of friends.

Until they were the closest of friends, of course.

“How’s, uh…” Dean trailed, trying to think. “Was it Matthew?”

She snorted. “Didn’t last long.”

“Why not?”

“Never do,” she said curtly, sipping at her drink. “Non-hunter relationships don’t exactly work for me. They end up with too many questions too quick.”

He hummed, looking down at his own drink. She watched him for a moment, letting herself take a moment to admire the way neon lights bounced off his face. He always seemed to look extra pretty that way.

“Situationships,” she stated as a start, “That’s what pretty much everything I get into ends up as. Whatever works in the moment, no real strings.”

“And yet you always talk about wanting to be tied down,” he said with a smirk.

“Always is a big word,” she replied with a laugh. “I think someday I’d like that. Just don’t think it’s compatible with who I am right now.”

“You think you’re gonna change?”

“I’m always changing. That’s life, right?”

He shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve changed much.”

She laughed.

“I’ve known you for a year, and even in that time you’ve gotten a little different.”

He quirked a brow. “How so?”

“Laugh a little less, but still seem a bit happier. More accepting of life as it is, I guess.”

He sat with that for a moment, then nodded.

“I’ve had to. Every time I get stubborn, I end up screwing everything up.”

“Hey,” she said softly, pulling him out of his own head before he dug too deep, “You’re always learning. Always growing. Don’t beat yourself up.”

He smiled softly, letting her words carry him out of that out. They tended to do that more and more as he faced everything the world threw at him. His affection slowly morphed into more, and he tried not to panic about it. He did what he always did best: buried it as deep as it could go.

She realized her own feelings shifting, but her realization slammed into her like a truck. They were supposed to be just friends.

It all started with little chance meetings which turned into weekly calls which turned into “Do you want to stay with Sam and I? We’ve got a permanent place now”.

She ended up moving in shortly after the boys did. Three years of knowing them, she never expected to be living with them. Especially after all they’d gone through.

Granted, she helped with some of it. She was there when they had to cram Sam’s soul back in his body. She was there for the rise and fall of Dick. She was there when Dean came back from Purgatory.

She just wasn’t constantly with them. Only a kind of side-character in their grand adventure. Now, however…

“I think that’s all,” she said, dropping a few bags on her bed.

“Oh, right, because this isn’t over-doing it at all,” Dean said, humor lacing his voice.

She narrowed her eyes at him, then looked back around the empty room.

“I just— I’m excited to feel at home. I haven’t had a real place in…” she stopped, sighing.

“Yeah, I get it,” Dean spoke up, slinging an arm around her shoulder. “I was so excited to have my own bed, you have no clue.”

“I have some clue. You sent me like fifteen messages about it within the span of ten seconds,” she laughed.

“I love that memory foam, what can I say?”

“How about you get useful and help me set up shop here?” she asked, smiling at him as he already started pulling items out of the bags.

The bunker was like a hunter paradise in her eyes. She got the chance to have a place to call home. She got her own room, a million lore books, Dean, a place to do some baking, her favorite mug…

Wait. She couldn’t find her mug.

“Dean, where’d you put my mug?” she called out before he even got to the kitchen

“Stop calling me out before I’m even in the room. It’s creepy,” he said with a chuckle, walking in.

“Can’t help it. I know how you sound walkin’ around in here.”

She turned from the kitchen counter where the coffee was brewing. He watched her for a moment, smile still stuck in place.

“So?” she asked.

He raised a brow. “So…?”

She sighed. “My mug?”

“Oh,” he exclaimed, walking further towards her to open the fridge. “Made soup the other day and didn’t have any clean bowls.”

He pulled out the soup-filled mug, handing it in her direction. She quirked a brow, looking inside of it.

“I ain’t cleaning that out.”

He sighed dramatically, walking towards the sink.

“Guess I’ll do it. Princess can’t handle a few chunks of chicken in her precious mug.”

She smacked his arm lightly, scoffing.

“You’re the one who put chicken in it in the first place. You know that’s my favorite mug.”

He smirked, silently cleaning it out for her. When he was finished he turned, handing it off as he leaned against the counter.

“If my coffee is soup-flavored I’m going to have Cas smite you,” she mumbled, pouring it full.

She filled up another mug she’d pulled down in the meantime, sliding it to Dean.

“And yet, you still get me my coffee,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She hid a smile, shaking her head as she prepared hers.

“You know you love me,” he sang to her, heading towards the library.

She followed after, not even realizing what she was doing until she was halfway there. It was like they were attached at the hip.

They practically were over the following months, never not wanting to do everything together.

“Come on, Sam,” she whined. “You’re no fun.”

He smirked, attempting to leave the kitchen.

“Not all of us want to get plastered on a Tuesday night.”

“Speak for yourself” Dean said with a sparkle in his eye. He looked at Y/N. “You love getting screwed by me, right? Oh, sorry, with me.”

“Oh, yeah. My favorite activity, actually,” she said back with a smirk.

Sam sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood.

“I think I’m about done listening to you two flirt, anyways.”

“Aww,” she started, leaning closer to where he stood. “You gettin’ jealous, Sammy?”

“I’m getting grossed out,” he laughed. “Goodnight.”

The two at the table said a quick goodnight, turning back to their drinks and their jokes in an instant.

“Maybe we just need to sweat it out,” he jokes, brows dancing suggestively.

She laughed. “In your dreams, Winchester. We’ve gone almost six years without a slip-up, do you really think now’s a good time to break that record?”

He contemplated for a moment, fully believing it was a good time to break it. He couldn’t think of a better time with the exception of five-and-a-half years ago. But, he decided to actually use his brain.

“Guess you’re right.”

She smiled, pretending not to be thinking about the fact that she definitely thought she was all wrong. She really though that he should have known better than anyone that she believed records were made to be broken.

“I’m always right.”

“Now you’re dreaming,” he said with a chuckle, tossing back the rest of his drink.

He poured two shots, sliding one to her.

“Here’s to almost six years— what, like, five years and ten months? Something like that?”

She nodded. “July 7th.”

He stilled a moment, not thinking about the fact that of course she would remember the day they met.

“How many days is that?”

She hummed, playing into his little game as she pulled out her phone. She typed away until she got her answer:

“2119 days if I did the math right.”

“Nineteen or ninety?”

“Nineteen.”

“What do you say we have a special celebration if we get to twenty one ninety, then?”

She snorted. “What do you constitute as special?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he winked, tossing back his shot.

She mirrored his actions, then quickly typed away again.

“What do you know? 2190 is exactly the six year mark,” she smirked. “Alright. Deal.”

Weeks passed, and life was shockingly normal in that time. Well, normal for their standards, which still included all the things that go bump in the night. After a particularly long hunt, getting back to the bunker was a relief.

All three of them went to their respective rooms to get some rest, but, as had become a pattern, Dean went knocking on Y/N’s door. She opened with a tired smile, inviting him in.

They sat around, talking about whatever topics came to mind, listening to music playing in the background. When conversation fell quiet, an idea struck her like lightening.

“Come on, Dean. A little dancing wouldn’t kill ya,” she said, moving a little to the music.

He laughed, watching her from her bed. She held out her hands, and finally took them after a few seconds. She could be very convincing, he thought.

They jumped around the room in an un-choreographed, ridiculous, messy dance that left both of them giggling and out of breath. Her music wasn’t always his style, but he sure didn’t mind listening to her sing every word with a passion as if she’d written them herself.

“See? You love this,” she exclaimed as the upbeat song faded out.

“Only because you’re making me,” he smiled.

She laughed again, starting to turn when a slow song started going. He didn’t let her get far, however, pulling her back into his chest by the hand. He played it off all nonchalant at first, ignoring the smile on her face as a bit he always liked to play anytime he started being affectionate in an unconventional way.

“Really?” she asked.

She reached up, fingertips brushing against his jaw so that he’d look at her again. He smiled softly when she did, just watching her for a few seconds.

“You wanted to dance. We’re dancing,” he said, swaying along to the melody.

“Such a gentleman.”

He smirked, not letting up in the dance. She gave in, resting her head against his shoulder as the music played. He closed his eyes, resting his cheek against her and letting the smell of her perfume lull him in the dance more than the song could. Her gentle humming put a smile on his face that he was grateful she couldn’t see: he was certain he’d look like a lovesick puppy.

As the song faded out, she finally pulled away enough to see him again, both of them still moving as another faded in. She looked at him with a glimmer in her eyes. He took in a slow breath, watching her face for a few moments, their movements slowing. He wanted to kiss her more than anything. So, he took an action:

“I’m gonna grab a drink.”

He untethered himself from her, quickly making an exit to leave her alone and deeply confused.

She sat in the library a few days later, reading a book she found on werewolf mating habits.

“What do ya got, there?” Sam asked, walking into the room.

She glanced up, a brow raised. “You don’t want to know, trust me.”

Sam snorted. “Alright.”

“You need something?”

She closed the book, setting it down on the table.

“Yeah. Do you want to hang out? I just hooked up a new TV in my room.”

“Sure,” she shrugged. “When?”

“I’m making popcorn right now.”

She laughed, agreeing as she got up. She got comfortable in his room, back against the headboard of his bed. He walked in a minute later, handing over the bowl of popcorn as he settled in.

“Is Dean coming?” she asked.

“No. He went out for the night.”

“Ah,” she said softly after a beat.

Sam straightened up, looking at her.

“He didn’t invite you?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“He always does. Why not now?”

She sighed, settling into the cushions, still looking ahead.

“I think I freaked him out. We were in my room the other night, and I asked him to dance with me. He did, but then… I don’t know,” she shrugged. “After a couple songs he left fast and he’s definitely been pulling away from me since then.”

“Hey,” he called, grabbing her attention. “Anyone who doesn’t appreciate you isn’t worth your time. You know that, right?”

“Thanks, Sammy,” she smiled, looking down again. “I just keep getting in my own head.”

“When aren’t you?” he joked.

“You jerk,” she said, tossing a piece of popcorn at him. “I’m trying to be, like, open right now.”

“I know,” he drawled, leaning his head against hers.

She brushed a few pieces of his hair off her forehead.

“Maybe I just need to go out and have some fun myself,” she said after a moment.

He perked up.

“Dude, yeah!”

He stood abruptly, holding out his hands for her. She took them, standing slowly, and looking around the room for some stray confidence so that she wouldn’t back out.

“Tell you what,” Sam started, giving her the hope she wanted, “You go get ready, and we’ll head out together. I’ll be your wingman.”

She smiled. “That sounds great. I immediately wasn’t sure about heading off by myself.”

“I could tell,” he laughed.

She got ready in record time, putting on her favorite dress for good measure. They left the bunker, hitting a nearby bar that didn’t have an impala parked anywhere close.

“They’re just… giving me nothing,” she said with a sigh, slumping in the seat next to Sam at the bar.

“What do you mean? That last guy looked really into it.”

“He was. He was also into talking about his ex-girlfriend within the first few minutes of conversation,” she snorted. “I think I’m asking too much. I should just find someone and make out with ‘em.”

“You sure about that?”

She looked at Sam again, a smile breaking out.

“No. But if we do another shot, I might be.”

He sighed, obliging her only because he knew she’d do it without him anyways. They threw back the shots, and he wished her luck as she went off in search of someone who wanted nothing but a good time.

Well, kind of a good time. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to take some dude home.

She went onto the dance-floor, deciding she’d let someone come to her rather than prowling for herself, and got her wish pretty fast. A moderately attractive man caught her hand as she swayed around by herself, asking for a dance. She plastered on a smile as she agreed, letting him take the lead.

“What’s your name?” he asked over the music.

“Do you really want to know?” she teased.

He smirked. “Guess it’s more fun not to know, huh?”

She smiled again, pulling him down to her lips as they moved to the music. She closed her eyes, appreciating the ease at which she got what she wanted. The only problem is that she couldn’t help imagining it was Dean instead of Unnamed Bar-Goer.

Regardless, she justified that they were merely using each other, so who cares if she let her mind run a little wild?

She only backed away when he started getting a little handsy for her tastes. She thanked him for his time, walking away and back to Sam. He raised his brows when she came back.

“Hey, looks like you got it,” he said, watching her sit. “Also looks like you aren’t too happy.”

“Still giving me absolutely nothing,” she said with a sigh. “Not a damn thing.”

He chuckled. “Maybe this plan didn’t work out so well.”

“Still got to drink with my favorite giant,” she noted with a wink and nudge.

“Ha ha. Real flattering, thanks.”

He rolled his eyes, but let himself smirk when she wasn’t paying much attention. They sat talking at the bar for another hour or so before Sam decided to call it a night. She linked an arm around Sam’s as they walked out of the bar, definitely a little more drunk than she intended to get.

Dean walked into the bunker, spirits effectively dampened. His attempt to get his mind off of his I-almost-kissed-her moment didn’t work in the slightest, and now he was in a sour mood as a result.

His mood only worsened when he saw Sam and Y/N stumbling into the kitchen, the latter a drunken mess in an outfit he liked a little too much. He watched as Sam helped her into the room, practically propping her up against the counter.

“What the hell?” Dean asked as his brother got a glass from the cupboard.

“What?” Sam defended, filling up the cup with water.

“For one, why is she laughing at herself against the kitchen counter?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “We went out.”

He walked over to Y/N, handing her the glass. She sipped at the water, then set it down just as quickly.

“Done,” she cheered.”

“No, you’re not,” Sam said, picking up the water and giving it right back to her. “Come on, you’re going to be hungover tomorrow.”

She refused the drink, kicking off her shoes. Then, she turned to level her gaze at Dean as he sipped on a beer.

“And where did you go run off to?”

He raised his brows. “Does it matter?”

“Yeah,” she stated with finality.

“Out.”

“Get lucky?” she asked, more bitterness in her tone than she meant to let out.

“No.”

She rolled her eyes, then glanced at Sam again.

“Wanna go hang out and read? I found a book about how werewolves get it on,” she said, giggling as she ended the sentence.

“What?”

Dean spoke up again. “Since when do you go out and get drunk without a reason?”

She snapped back to him. “Since I was celebrating me. I’m done chasing after guys who don’t want— What was it, Sam? Like if they don’t appreciate me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked back, setting down his drink.

“Sammy, I wanna talk to Dean by myself,” she managed to say, hardly looking at him.

“I don’t know—”

“Sam,” she cut him off, watching him.

He put his hands up in defense, walking out of the room. She watched until he left, then looked at Dean again. He glanced sideways at her as she swayed slightly while she stood.

“You know, those six years are coming up real soon, De,” she said, staring from across the counter.

“Are they?” he asked, wondering where this was going.

“Mhm. One more week I think,” she hiccuped. “Sorry.”

He furrowed his brow. “You’re drunk.”

“I tried kissing someone today,” she said, words tumbling out fast like she couldn’t control them. “I hated it.”

He paused, unsure why she was saying this. His heart hurt more than he thought it would, hearing her admit that.

“Why?” was all he could manage.

“Why’d you go out without me?” she countered. “You never go out without me, not since we met.”

He sighed, eyes closing as he braced himself against the counter. He heard her as she got closer, eventually leaning her head against his arm.

“I’m glad you didn’t go home with anyone today.”

He swallowed, unable to look at her. “Yeah. I— I was gonna try, to be honest, but…”

“I’m gonna throw up,” she said, suddenly moving to the sink.

He followed after swiftly, helping her as best as he could. He pulled her hair back gently as she emptied her stomach into the kitchen sink.

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he said softly, rubbing her back with the hand that wasn’t holding her hair. “Get it all out.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, sniffling.

“I’ve seen you worse,” he said with a smirk. “That upset about what I said?”

If she had been a touch more sober, she might have realized he was joking. Unfortunately, she took it completely literally.

“I didn’t mean to. I just thought about you and some—”

“Whoa, whoa. Hold on, I wasn’t—” he paused as she stood again, running the sink to clear it out. He turned it off again, impatient. “What are you talking about?”

“What?”

He watched her as she straightened herself out, pulling down the skirt of the dress she was in where it had ridden up.

“You threw up over me mentioning—”

“Dean.”

“Why?”

She sighed, leaning down to rest her head on the counter.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You kissed someone. I didn’t even get that far.”

“Why do you care?” she asked, standing again, and nearly falling over.

He caught her gently, but kept his hard tone as he responded to her.

“Why do you?”

“Because I just do, Dean.”

“You’re so freaking stubborn,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

“You’re one to talk. This is all your fault anyways.”

“Excuse me?” he asked, annoyance in his voice.

“It’s your fault,” she said, punctuating the phrase with a slap to his chest.

“Yeah? And how’s that?”

“You should’ve just kissed me instead of chickening out and running away like a little boy.”

He was stunned into silence, his anger dissipating and then quickly returning.

“If you hadn’t made me dance with you, I wouldn’t have been all in your face in the first place,” he shot back.

“You’re such a dick,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Six years of not chasing anyone but you, and for what? You’re acting like a bitch.”

“Well, jokes on you, sweetheart,” he exclaimed, opening up his arms. “Hasn’t even been six years.”

“Great! Let’s hope we never get there, then!”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m not the one who ran off to get a hookup because I couldn’t handle my feelings.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, you just ran off to make out with someone because you couldn’t handle your feelings.”

“Why do you feel the need to make everything so difficult?”

“Because you’re the most difficult person I’ve ever met,” he said, voice raising to an octave you didn’t often hear. “How else am I supposed to deal with you?”

She groaned in frustration, pushing past him to leave. She stalked out of the kitchen, only making it so far as the hallway before she was getting pulled back.

“Stop it, Dean,” she all but yelled.

He rolled his eyes, pulling her closer and leaning down to kiss her. One hand found her face, a surprisingly gentle touch in comparison to how intense the kiss was. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath, a smile on her face as he finally gave in. He pulled back a moment later, though not without an internal struggle.

“The douchebag at the bar kiss you like that?” he mumbled against her lips.

“Not exactly,” she sighed. “What took you so long?”

“You weren’t making moves either, loser,” he said with a laugh.

“You didn’t exactly make yourself out to be available, De.”

“And you did? You literally told me I wouldn’t get you in my wildest dreams a few weeks ago.”

She paused, a smile spreading to her face.

“Touché.”

“How about now?”

She quirked a brow. “You propositioning me, Winchester?”

“If I was, what would you say to that?”

“I’d say that I think there must be some technical malfunctions in the universe for me to get that lucky.”

He smirked, slowly backing her until she was pressed against the wall.

“Early celebration?”

“Only if we still celebrate when we hit twenty one ninety,” she said with a smile. “Gotta safeguard, here. Easier for me to make sure this doesn’t become a one-time thing.”

“You think I’d be able to stop after one time? It’s you,” he said, moving in closer. Her arms wound around his neck. “I’ve been holding out for six years.”

“Not quite.”

“Mm. Close enough.”

He leaned in to kiss her again, this time slow and soft. She kissed back, glad to finally know what his lips felt like against hers. He let his hands wander, holding to her hips and sliding down further.

“You look real pretty in this dress,” he mumbled between kisses.

“Was hoping you’d see it and like it,” she smiled, nipping at his lip. “Just don’t rip it if you decide to take it off me.”

He smiled against her as he leaned back in. He kissed her, deepening it immediately as one hand dragged down her leg. He slotted his own thigh between her legs, adding a little friction that had her gasping into his mouth. He started hiking up the skirt of the dress further. Slowly, purposely teasing her with it. Teasing himself just as much.

Then, heavy footsteps started coming down the hall. They separated quickly and ducked inside the kitchen, hoping Sam would walk past. Unfortunately, they were wrong.

Dean stood behind Y/N quickly, concealing a problem he didn’t exactly have time to fix.

“Hey,” Sam said softly, seemingly not noticing a thing. “I didn’t hear yelling coming down and needed a drink. You two all good?”

She nodded. “Great.”

“Awesome,” Dean said at the same time.

Sam nodded, giving a tight smile as he walked past.

“We were actually about to head to bed, so…” she said, looking at him as he stood at the fridge.

“Okay,” he nodded, nonchalant. “Night.”

“Night.”

Dean waved a quick goodbye, following after her quickly. They broke into his room, giggling like a couple of drunk toddlers.

“He didn’t hear yelling,” Dean said, closing in on her once the door was shut.

She reached for his belt, quickly undoing it as they got closer to the bed.

“He didn’t.”

He grabbed her by the waist, tossing her down on the mattress, slowly climbing on top of her.

“Wanna test and see if the walls in here are just as soundproof?”

She looked up at him as he finally tugged her dress up around her hips.

“I love a good experiment.”

She laid back in the early morning hours, not even bringing herself to be annoyed that she was being suffocated by a large man on top of her. Mostly because if Dean killed her that way, it certainly would suck, but what a way to go.

She sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as he rested against her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair until he eventually woke up with the sweetest sleepy smile point at her.

“Hey,” he said, adjusting himself to see her better.

“Hey,” she greeted, accepting a soft kiss. “I think we should’ve done that forever ago.”

“I don’t know. Might be like a wine situation. We let it sit so long that it got even better by the time we actually got some.”

“Very poetic.”

He smiled, a hand coming to rest on her side as he kissed her again. It was slow and lazy and altogether too sweet. She was almost embarrassed that she had to be there to witness how mushy that moment was, if not for the fact that she was on the receiving end of the mush. She pulled away from him first, leaving him to whine.

“You’re so dramatic,” she said in a whisper. “Whining?”

“You were doing plenty of that last night,” he smirked.

“Okay,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “Why don’t we get some breakfast. I’m starving.”

His hand started moving downward, inching up the shirt of his that she was wearing.

“I could eat.”

“Dean,” she warned.

He started scooting down the mattress slowly, not giving up.

“Come on. Kitchen.”

“Ooh, kinky.”

“Cut it out,” she laughed. “Kitchen for actual breakfast. I don’t waste time when it comes to breakfast.”

They made it to the kitchen for that breakfast successfully! Twenty minutes later, anyway.

“Hey,” Sam greeted, not looking up.

“Morning, Sammy,” Dean said, going straight towards the cabinets for cereal.

She realized suddenly that there may have been something she forgot in his room.

“Is that Dean’s shirt?” Sam asked.

She looked down, realizing that it was clothes she had forgotten. Sam paused, raising a hand.

“On second thought, I don’t want to know. Glad to know you’re at least not fighting. Just— Maybe some pants next time.”

She laughed, following Dean to the table as he set down two bowls of cereal. They all sat eating in a comfortable silence. Then a slightly less comfortable silence as Dean grabbed her thigh halfway through breakfast. Sam quickly excused himself after that, a knowing smile on his face as he left.

“So… We’re in the kitchen,” Dean said, leaning towards her. “I don’t think Sammy’s comin’ back anytime soon.”

After definitely not doing anything weird in the kitchen and then totally not feeling bad and scrubbing down the entire room for the day, things fell into a new rhythm. It was comfortable and surprisingly less of an adjustment than they were expecting. All of those years of relentless flirting must’ve made for an easy transition.

Dean cleared his throat a few days later, grabbing her attention as she lounged in the room he’d set aside for TV-watching (with the fun new addition of a couch).

“Yeah?” she asked, looking away from the screen to see him.

“Guess what?”

“Hm?”

“2190 days.”

She smiled. “Yeah? Is that today?”

He hummed, giving a nod.

“What were those special plans of yours?”

He raised a brow. “You really wanna know?”

She merely nodded. He paused the show they were watching.

“I, uh— I was gonna tell you how I felt if I didn’t chicken out.”

“You’re kidding,” she replied after a beat.

“I’m not,” he said with a chuckle.

“Man. Almost twenty two hundred days of a blackout before we finally lit it up, huh?”

He laughed. “That’s one way of putting it.”

She paused, turning to put her feet in his lap. He immediately, started rubbing her leg, enjoying the uninhibited ability to touch her.

“Wanna know something funny?”

He raised a brow in question.

“Years ago someone told me they knew we’d end up together.”

“Who? Bobby?”

She shook her head. “Garth.”

He rolled his eyes as she laughed, poking him in the arm a moment later.

“Got to give it to him, he’s always been perceptive,” she noted.

“Guess so,” he nodded, reluctant to admit it. “Freakin’ Garth.”

She watched him a moment, then retracted her legs. He looked at her, almost hurt with those big puppy-dog eyes.

“Oh, poor baby,” she cooed. “Don’t worry, I’m comin’ closer.”

She crawled over to him, settling in his lap. He ran his hands up her legs, a small smile returning to his lips.

“I can think of a few other ways we can celebrate today, you know?”

“Yeah?” he asked, leaning into the cushions.

“Five words: apple pie in the freezer.”

“Oh, baby, you know how to talk dirty to me,” he groaned, pulling her down for a kiss in a fit of laughter.

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Car troubles with Mrs. Maximoff (fem smut)

Summary: you’re a mechanic coming over to fix Wanda’s car. But she doesn’t realize an attractive woman is the one coming over.

Warnings: fingering and kissing.

Wanda looks at you suspiciously as you make your way to her doorstep.

Hi ma’am, I was called here to fix a car, are you Mrs. Maximoff?

Wanda looks up at you. “Yes, I am.”

Well you are insanely gorgeous hon’.

You look up and down at her curvy body.

Wanda looks at you in a slightly confused manner but her expression softens when she hears your compliment. “Well... thank you. I can say the same thing about you.” she laughs softly.

Anyways, I was called here to fix a car? You lean your arm on the door and look down at Wanda.

Wanda looks up at you. She swallows and tries to keep her cool while looking into your eyes.

She quickly breaks the eye contact to avoid giving away any obvious signs. “Oh yes...you're a mechanic?”

Yes ma'am, I sure am. You smile real big at Wanda.

Wanda looks at your arms. Her eyes linger a bit too long on your muscular arms but she quickly shakes her head to snap out of it and looks back at your eyes.

“So um... which car is it you came to fix?”

Uh ma'am, I’m not sure? You just told me over the phone you needed your car fixed. You cackled.

Wanda's eye roll is almost audible. “Oh right right...how could I forget.” Wanda stands up.

She turns away and starts walking to her garage while expecting you to follow her.

Wanda opens the garage door and walks inside. The garage is pretty organised and clean. Her car is situated in the middle of the garage.

Ahh I see, a Lincoln huh? It’s a nice car.

“Yep you got it...my car just stopped working a few days ago... maybe you can have a look at it and tell me what the problem is?”

Sure can ma'am! You open the bumper.

oh you're missing a spark plug and your water and oil is low, I'll have it fixed in a couple of hours.

You smile at Wanda.

Wanda looks slightly confused and a bit annoyed that she didn't spot the missing spark plug but she can't help but melt at the sight of your smile.

She leans against the bonnet of the car, watching what you're doing.

She crosses her arms and looks down at the floor to avoid staring at your arms.

“So, It'll take 2 hours?”

Maybe less than that, I can work fast. You look down at her.

Wanda sighs deeply.

“Sounds great thank you. I really appreciate that you're doing this on such short notice.”

Wanda smiles politely.

She can't help but get distracted by the sight of your arms flexing as you are focusing on fixing the car.

She looks away again and swallows.

Your hands are dirtied up with oil, So you slip off your black wife beater and wipe your veiny hands off on the shirt.

Wanda's eyes immediately flicker towards your abs. She looks at them for a pretty long time.

She tries not to make it obvious that she's checking you out but it's pretty obvious that she's distracted by your body.

She forces herself to look back at the car and keep a straight face while she's in a complete daze.

You look up at her.

Your battery is fried as well, I’ll have to bring you a new one, is it fine if I show up tomorrow?

Wanda can't help but smirk slightly when she sees you taking your shirt off but quickly puts a straight face on and looks at you.

“You're coming back tomorrow?”

You fix your sports bra to a comfy spot.

If that’s okay with you?

Wanda swallows. She notices you fix your sports bra and can't help but notice just how perfect your body looks.

She takes her time before answering as she wants to make sure she doesn't say anything stupid.

“Of course it's fine. It's no trouble at all.” She says quietly.

You okay mrs. Maximoff, you look a little shaken?

“I'm fine I'm fine.” Wanda quickly replies, almost too quickly.

She bites down on her lip.

She does think she looks a little shaken as she's struggling to keep her composure after looking at your body.

She takes a deep breath and sighs.

“You just caught me off guard. You know... taking your shirt off.” She laughs slightly.

oh my god i'm so sorry, I can put it back on if it's a problem. You say concerned.

Wanda quickly shakes her head and looks panicked almost.

“No no it's fine really. It's not a problem at all. “

She looks at you and studies your body once again. She's getting more and more attracted to you the more she stares at your body.

Her eyes flicker up and down your body a few times before meeting your eyes again.

You get distracted and look over at her breast.

Wanda notices where your eyes are going.

She swallows slightly but tries to keep her serious expression on her face. She's trying to act unaffected by the attention you’re giving her but she's actually quite flustered.

She looks down and realises that she dressed up and wore a pretty revealing top today and now she's embarrassed.

Her cheeks turn slightly red but she looks back up at you.

That dress looks really good on you Mrs. Maximoff. You chuckle nervously.

Wanda looks surprised when you complimented her so suddenly.

She didn't expect that at all. She glances down at her dress and looks back at you.

“Um thank you... I appreciate it.”

Wanda smiles and starts twirling her hair with her fingers as her cheeks turn slightly more red.

She looks at your body again discreetly.

Alright.. so I put in a new spark plug and new oil and water all it needs is a new battery and it will be good to go.

Wanda nods in response.

She can't stop herself from admiring your torso. She looks at every inch of your defined abs and her eyes linger for way too long on your arms.

Her mouth goes slightly dry as she looks at you but she forces herself to look at your eyes and not your body.

“That's great thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”

Is there anything else that you need fixed I can do more than fixing cars I can do plumbing as well and just about anything. You eagerly ask.

Wanda bites her lip and ponders on your question.

She can think of a few things that need "fixing" right now. But of course she's not gonna say that out loud.

She quickly composes herself and tries to think of something that needs fixing.

“Um no l don't think so. Maybe the toilet in my bathroom needs a new flushing mechanism but i'll manage for now…”

Are you sure? I can fix it up it, it won’t take long at all.

Wanda considers your offer.

She wants to accept but she also wants you to stay in her garage for a little longer so she can admire your body.

Wanda looks back and forth from your arms to your abs. She looks at you up and down a few times before she finally speaks up.

“Um...you know what? I could do with a new flushing mechanism…”

All right then, can you show me to the bathroom hon’? You ask.

Wanda looks startled for a second when you call her "hon'" she's not used to all the random pet names but she doesn't mind it at all and it even turns her on a bit.

Her heart flutters slightly as she looks away from you and clears her throat.

“Yeah sure...follow me.”

She turns around and starts walking into the house with you following close behind.

You've got a really nice house. You say as you look around.

As you look around, you see toys lying around on the floor.

oh you have kids? You ask.

“Thanks.”

Wanda smirks when she looks back at the toys lying around and picks them up.

“Yeah I have twins. They're just playing in their room right now.”

“I should go check on them.”

What's their names?

Wanda smiles when mentioning her children.

“Their names are Billy and Tommy. They should be in their room playing with legos or something.”

Billy and Tommy, cute names.

“Thank you.”

Wanda smiles as she stands near Billy and Tommy's bedroom door.

She peeks into the room and sees them playing with legos on the floor.

Her twins quickly look up at their mother when they spot her standing in the doorway but they continue playing with legos.

They are adorable, they look a lot like their mother. They are very lucky to have you.

Wanda's heart melts at your comment as she smiles looking at her twin sons.

She turns around to look at you and is once again distracted by your body.

“Thank you. They're my little angels...”

she says quietly before biting down on her lip.

You know, your husband is really lucky to have such a beautiful sweet wife like you. You flirtatiously comment.

Wanda's heart aches and sinks a little at the mention of her husband.

She looks down and fiddles with her engagement ring.

She quickly composes herself and plasters on a fake smile.

She forces herself to look you in the eyes and laugh softly.

“Thank you so much. But um my husband...he's not around anymore.”

Oh I am so sorry for bringing that up- I saw the engagement ring and I just thought- I'm so sorry Mrs. Maximoff.

You feel bad for being up her husband.

Wanda shakes her head and gives you a reassuring smile.

She reaches out slowly and pats your shoulder.

“No no it's fine you don't have to apologize. I know most people think I'm still with my husband I don't blame you. And please just call me Wanda.”

Wanda lets her hand rest on your shoulder for a little longer than necessary.

You get distracted by her hand placement on your shoulder.

Oh uh the bathroom, you were going to show me?

Wanda's heart flutters when she realizes that her hand is still on your shoulder. But she's too distracted by your body to move her hand away...yet.

She swallows and slowly moves her hand away from your shoulder and turns to point at the bathroom door.

“Oh...yeah right the bathroom.”

“It's right here.”

She leads you to the bathroom.

Alrighty thank you.

Your arm brushes past her body as you walk through the door.

Wanda's whole body tingles when your arm brushes past her body.

Her heart is racing now and she's desperate to touch your body again. She watches you walk into the bathroom and she slowly follows behind after a few seconds.

Her mind is racing with all sorts of inappropriate and inappropriate thoughts as the sight of your body distracts her.

Can you hand me that wrench right there?

Wanda is snapped out of her thoughts when you ask for a wrench.

She blushes slightly as she looks for the wrench and hands you the wrench a moment later.

She stares at your arms as you fix the flushing mechanism.

Alright it's fixed. So easy to fix.

You smile looking down at her.

Wanda can't help but smile back at you as she looks up at you.

She can't stop herself from staring at you like a lovesick puppy.

Her eyes linger on your chest and arms before making their way up to your eyes. She swallows and looks a bit flustered.

“Wow you fixed it really fast. You're really good at this...”

It's what I do. You need anything else?

Wanda knows that she should just let you leave and end this interaction before she does something stupid.

But she wants you to stay longer. She steps slightly closer to you and looks up at you with a sultry gaze.

“Well actually...there is something you could possibly help with...”

And that is?

Wanda takes another step closer and places a hand on your arm.

She runs her hand up and down your arm as she stares into your eyes.

Her expression is filled with desire.

“Can you stay a little bit longer... please?”

Of course I can. You smile big.

Wanda feels her heart skip a beat when you accept her request. She feels slightly flustered and also very excited.

Her whole body tingles under your gaze and she slowly moves her hand on your arm up to your chest.

She slowly moves her hand up and down your chest while she looks at you with a sultry expression.

“Thank you...it means a lot to me.”

It’s really no problem.

You look down at her full lips.

Wanda's eyes flicker to your lips as well.

Her heart is racing and she can feel a pool of heat between her legs now.

She moves her hand up to your neck and slowly strokes your neck as she moves closer to you.

“You're too nice for your own good you know...”

I try to be.

You move your dirty hand to grab her waist.

Wanda feels her breath catch in her throat when you grab her waist. Her heart is racing so fast.

Her body tingles when your dirty hand touches her skin.

She swallows and presses her body against yours as her hands move to your arms. She caresses your arms and feels your muscles under her palms.

“God you're so...big...and strong...”

You chuckle. You think that?

Wanda looks up at you and gives you a coy smile.

She slowly nods her head as she looks you up and down slowly.

“Yes you know how to use your strength...it's hard for me to resist you...”

You let out a little smirk.

You know I can use my strength for other things too.

You pick her up and shove her on the sink.

Wanda squeals and gasps as you pick her up and put her on the counter with ease.

Her heart soars when she's lifted so easily.

She giggles as she wraps her legs around your waist and looks up at you with lust in her eyes.

“Oh yeah? What other things do you wanna use your strength for?”

Well that's for you to decide hon'

You grab on her thighs.

Wanda moans softly when you grab her thighs. Her skin feels like it's on fire and the nickname “hon’” is still making her feel weak in the knees.

She leans her head back and exposes her neck to you while she tugs on your shoulders.

You sloppily kiss down her neck to her big breast.

Wanda moans even louder as your kiss her neck and her breast.

Every touch of your lips on her skin is driving her crazy.

Her legs wrap tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to her.

“Oh god... please... don't stop...”

What's that I hear? You tease.

You want me to stop?

Wanda whimpers in frustration as she looks back at you. She shakes her head and pouts.

“No... please don't stop... please... don't tease me...”

You laugh playfully while twisting her hair.

You're so beautiful, especially when you're begging me.

Wanda feels slight embarrassed when you call her beautiful but she swallows her embarrassment and looks at you with a lustful gaze.

She lets out a soft moan as you twist her hair and she tries to keep the pout on her face.

“Oh shut up...l'm not begging...” she says in a whiny tone.

You grab her chin and kiss her lips.

mmm, you taste so good. I wonder what you taste like between those pretty little thighs.

You slide your hand more closer up her thighs.

Wanda moans into your lips as her body tenses up.

She gasps when you slide your hand further up her thigh and shivers at your comment.

Her legs part slightly and her skin feels like it's on fire.

“God you're so...damn forward...no one's ever said things like this to me before...”

You like that? You tease.

Wanda nods her head frantically and grabs onto your arms again.

She can't help but bite her lip in anticipation as she watches you slowly move your hand up her now parted thighs.

“Yes...yes I like it... keep going...”

You slide your hand rubbing against her soaked pink lacey underwear.

You're just so sweet.

Wanda gasps and bucks her hips against your hand.

She throws her head back and moans in pleasure while gripping onto your arms tightly.

Her whole body is on fire. She pants and trembles slightly as she desperately tries to keep holding eye contact with you.

“God...don't stop…”

You look directly into her eyes, smiling cockily.

Wanda gasps slightly and swallows as she looks back at you.

She feels flustered but somehow she still manages to pout even in this situation.

She's trying not to let your smirk affect her but she's clearly affected and flustered by your cocky gaze.

“God you're so cocky...it's driving me crazy..”

You cackle as you slide her panties down and rub her wet cunt in circular motion.

Wanda moans louder and grips onto your arms tighter.

She tries to keep a straight face but she's slowly coming undone and unraveling under your touch.

Her body feels sensitive and she's starting to crave more from you.

She lets out a whine in frustration and looks at you with pleading eyes.

“God...please...l need more...give me more...”

You slide a finger through her tight pussy.

Wanda moans even louder and shudders at the new sensation.

Her body feels like it's melting in your touch.

She closes her eyes for a moment and gasps softly as she tenses and grips your arms tighter.

The pleasure is almost too much for her to handle right now.

Hmm you can't handle it? You tease as you slowly slip another finger into her.

Wanda moans louder and shakes her head. Her breath starts to quicken as she pants heavily while looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Ugh...you're so damn cocky and you know how to drive me crazy...”

She's trying to say that she can handle it but at the same time she's starting to lose herself in the pleasure your fingers are giving her.

Her legs trembles and her body quivers.

Hmm you like that? You say as you push harder inside of her.

Wanda whines and nods her head.

Yes... I like it...I love it...don't stop...

Her voice is trembling and she's panting in ecstasy now.

Her body is starting to shiver and her legs start to tremble more as she gets closer to her climax.

She's gripping onto your arms tightly as she tries to keep her eyes open.

You’re so wet honey.

You tease.

Wanda moans and shivers at your words. She gasps softly as she feels herself get even wetter from your words and touch.

She feels overwhelmed by pleasure now and she's starting to lose herself in the sensations.

You kiss down her neck as you go in and out faster.

Wanda moans louder and louder as she gets closer to the edge and feels your lips on her neck.

Her body is trembling more and more and she lets out soft whimpers as she grips onto your shoulders.

She’s clearly overwhelmed from the intense pleasure and is desperately trying to hold back.

“Oh god... oh god...l'm so close…don’t stop…”

Kisses get sloppier and sloppier as she gets closer to cumming.

Wanda is trembling and moaning uncontrollably now as she gets closer to her climax.

Her legs tremble violently and her grip on your shoulders tightens as she's struggling to hold back now.

She's whimpering and panting as her long nails dig into your back.

You move your left hand to pull her hair back. Wanda gasps and moans at your firm grip on her hair.

She loves the feeling and can't help but let out a louder mewl of pleasure.

She's so close to the edge now and she's struggling to form words as the pleasure is starting to overpower her.

“God...yes...yes..please...”

Shhh baby the boys are going to hear us. You smirk while fingering her harder and faster.

Wanda lets out a louder gasp and moans when you tell her to be quiet.

She bites her lip hard to keep herself from moaning loudly but it's hard to keep quiet with how good you're making her feel.

You push harder until you hear little knocks on the door.

Oh shit! You quietly say under your breath.

Wanda gasps and her whole body freezes when her sons knock.

Her body feels like it's on fire from the interrupted climax and she doesn't know what to do.

She's desperately trying to calm down her breathing.

“Boys...give me a minute!”

You keep going, you won’t stop until she finishes.

Wanda gasps and bites back yet another moan when you keep going.

She's trying so hard to keep herself from moaning loudly.

She desperately grips onto your arms and tries to slow you down before her sons hear her.

“Wait…please...slow down...”

What’s wrong baby? You question.

Wanda tries to keep a straight face but it's hard to do when you're still going so good.

“You're...going... too fast...the boys are here... they'll hear...”

It’s okay I got this.

You smile as you put your hand over her mouth and you shove your fingers even faster.

Wanda gasps and moans loudly into your hand when you go faster and harder than before. The pleasure and excitement is driving her crazy.

You nibble on her earlobe and whisper.

Come on baby cum for me.

Wanda gasps at your whisper and shivers.

The tone of your voice and the sensations you're making her feel is starting to drive her to the breaking point.

She desperately moans into your hand and tries to say “I’m close” but her words are all muffled by your palm.*

Shhh honey. You press harder on her mouth. As Billy bangs on the door.

“Mommy what are you doing in there?!” Billy yells.

You uncover her mouth.

Wanda gasps and moans loudly when your hand leaves her mouth.

Her head is spinning, her body is trembling and she can barely speak through her panting and moans.

She moans your name but then she hears her son’s voice on the other side of the door.

“Oh…fuck…”

She gasps and tries to control her breathing so she can talk to her children.

You whisper in her ear.

I’m not stopping until you cum darling.

Wanda whimpers softly at your whispered words and nods slowly.

She's starting to give in and just let you take her right in front of her kids.

She looks down in embarrassment as she moans softly while she listens to Tommy and Billy bang on the door.

You hold the door shut so the kids won’t be able to come in.

They won’t know.

You say as you wink at her, pumping faster with your fingers, in and out.

Wanda whimpers and shudders at how cocky you are.

She feels flustered by your winks and how easily you've taken control of the situation.

She looks at the door while you hold it shut and tries to listen to her sons on the other side of it.

“Ugh...they're gonna know...”

They won’t honey.

You reassure her as you continue fingering her.

Wanda wants to believe you but she hears her sons on the other side trying to figure out what she's doing in here and it makes her feel more embarrassed.

“Ugh... ..l can't... they're gonna catch us...”

It’ll be okay.. just cum for me baby.

You pump your fingers harder into her.

Wanda swallows and nods slowly. She moans softly at your words and trembles at the pleasure you're giving her.

She closes her eyes and stops worrying about her sons on the other side of the door.

Good girl.

Wanda moans louder and shakes her head as she tries to control her breathing.

“They...they know...they. they're right... on the other side...”

Oh baby quit being paranoid, they don’t know.

Wanda trembles and moans shakily as she looks at the door.

Her body is on fire from pleasure and her mind is clouded from it too but she still feels embarrassed from her sons listening to her moans.

“They're gonna figure it out...”

You want me to stop? You slow down.

Wanda lets out a shaky whimper and closes her eyes again as she feels her body melt into your touch.

She's getting closer and closer to the edge and she's not even paying attention to her sons talking on the other side of the door anymore.

She's completely focused on the pleasure your giving her.

“Mmm god…so good...”

You going to cum for me baby? You shove faster.

Wanda moans and nods her head shakily.

Her body is trembling and her legs are shaking violently as she grips onto your arms to steady herself.

She's breathing heavily now and she's so close to the edge.

“Yes..yes...I'm about to cum... please...don't”

Mm you’re so close baby cum for me.

Wanda whimpers and nods again, her head spinning as she trembles under your touch.

She lets out a louder moan and gasps softly, her body starting to tense and shiver as she gets closer to the edge.

“Mmm I’m so close....don't stop...please baby..”

You use your thumb to rub her clit while shoving your fingers into her faster.

Wanda let's out a soft cry and moans loudly, clinging onto you tightly as she gasps and shudders violently.

“I’m..I’m going to cum!”

She rides your fingers until her sweet juices drip down your fingers.

She trembles and leans against you, overwhelmed and breathless.

She's trying to regain her senses as her body slowly calms down from the intense pleasure.

Good girl, you did so good.

Wanda leans against you as she tries to regain her breath and control her breathing.

She's still trembling slightly and her body feels like it's buzzing with leftover pleasure.

“Yes... that was...that was incredible...”

You think so hon’?

You kiss her one last time before you open the door.

Wanda gasps at the last kiss and her body shudders.

She feels flustered as you open the door afterwards.

She quickly fixes her disheveled hair and tries to act like she wasn't just getting pleasured so good right in front of her kids.

Hi boys! I was just helping your mommy out.

You smile real big at them.

Wanda looks over at her sons and smiles nervously as well.

She can't look them in the eye right now, knowing that they were probably listening to her moans and gasps through the whole thing.

She feels embarrassed and blushes slightly but still manages to force a smile.

“Yes boys...I... just needed some help with something...”

Wanda looks at you and turns back to her twin sons.

Well, I guess I better get to going you say as you grab your tool box.

See you boys. You smile as you walk away.

Wanda watches you go and she still feels embarrassed but she tries to act normal.

She walks over to them and looks down at them both with a nervous smile.

“How...how long were you boys listening for?”

You laugh as you make your way to the door, she’s so concerned.

Wanda's head snaps towards you as you laugh and she tries to give you a death glare at the same time.

She blushes furiously and blushes even more when both of her sons also look up at you and then back up at her.

Billy grins mischievously while Tommy has an innocent little smile on his face.

I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs.Maximoff. You smile at her.

Wanda swallows anxiously and blushes.

She forces a smile and nods.

“Y-yes. I'll see you tomorrow.”

She watches as you leave and then looks back at her sons, wondering what they are both thinking right now.

Billy is still grinning mischievously while Tommy is still looking up at her with innocence.

You walk out the door making your way to get in your car and drive away.

Wanda stands with her sons and watches you go.

She can't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

She can't wait to see you again tomorrow.

Billy is still grinning and looking up at her while Tommy is giggling softly.

“What's so funny, boys?”

[moodymisty]

I’m not exactly a writer by any means, and this isn’t a request, I just need someone to hear me out on this before I go insane. Space Marine 2 related but I don’t think it’s got spoilers, and I’ll keep it very vague. This idea has been rotting in my head for the entire time I’ve played the game and I feel like imma explode

Setting: Space Marine 2 timeline

Imagine you’re Titus’ personal serf, or at the very least you’re tasked with cleaning and caring for that sector of Astartes rooms (with other serfs of course - at first). Titus used to be a captain so I don’t think he’d be unaccustomed to it, but you happen to be one of the first people to show him genuine kindness, even if at first it’s a bit out of fear of him. I’ll be real tho he’s got this Aura™️ about him that makes me think once he’s interacted with you the first time, you realize he’s actually not an…overly-zealous Space Marine on the verge of throwing you out the door, or spewing insults your way on how your lack of efficiency offends him AND the Emperor.

You’re probably still prepping his room or doing final rounds, and he returns from the first mission and finds you there. After deeply apologizing for the lack of urgency on your tasks, deep bow and voice near shaking, he dismisses it with a wave and says none necessary, with no demeaning sneers or stabbing glares you’re used to receiving, no threats of reprimand or orders to leave his sight.

In a bit of a shock, you dare to glance up to him ever so slightly, to see who this surprisingly calm & somewhat tired-sounding Astartes is, and boom eye contact. You have a “oh no he’s HOT” moment, but also can’t help but notice how…tired his eyes look. Maybe tired isn’t the right word. But anyways you bow one more time and hurriedly make your way out to your other duties. You can’t help but think about him tho. Uh fast forward, you probably bump into him a couple more times, and each time a few more words are exchanged between you two. You obviously have no idea who he actually is - no idea what he’s been through or what he’s been accused of. He’s just a new marine on the ship you serve. But you can’t help but feel he’s got the weight of some great world on his shoulders. The look in his eyes. The tone at which he says some things. Guarded, almost. However, he doesn’t seem to be as on edge when speaking with you, or annoyed with the small talks. So, you feel encouraged to keep these talks happening.

In Titus’ view, you’re just a mere serf, and I think that gives him some reprieve — talking to someone who doesn’t know. No suspicion. No prying questions (or digging more). Just casual small exchanges between two humans, even if one is a genetically engineered demi-god. And it’s…nice. Like he breath a little, even just for a second, without worrying about what is stressing him out.

Eventually when he comes back from another mission, perhaps a more..taxing mission, you decide to have balls of adamantium and bring him some kind of drink that you and your fellow serfs enjoy now & then as a way to help ease themselves to sleep (I imagine it’s just some kind of hot tea…I love hot tea. In some Giant Astartes size cup). Obviously you KNOW Astartes don’t need this. They literally have to eat space mush bags of protein just to keep up with the demand of their bodies. (And I’m not 100% on the lore but I think they can still consume regular food??)

you just want to show a little bit of kindness to someone in what is a very, very harsh world, and Astartes are, beneath all that augmented muscle and training, humans. Titus seems more so than the others. He showed you that rare kindness from the first interaction. So, maybe you can return a little more kindness to him, since you doubt it’s hardly something he encounters anywhere else.

Anyway I’ll try to wrap up this idea oops I don’t mean to go on a tangent anyway this small gesture turns into you both becoming closer. There’s nights you just stay with him, no talking. You know it won’t help. And you know he can’t/wont say what this great burden on his shoulders is. You just want him to know you’re there for him. Maybe you stroke his hair gently to soothe him to his scheduled very small amount of rest. Maybe he does just want some casual company, someone whose conversations are as easy and light as breathing air. eventually becoming something he looks forward to when on missions, someone to think of when especially beaten down by enemies, his one place of solace he’s had in many. many. years. and yeah uh eventually yall smooch smooch and progresses to full on you gettin dicked down and now you’re both in this relationship you can’t put a label on exactly but you can’t imagine being with anyone but him and vice versa. I can imagine Titus also being a bit thrown off from these feelings (Astartes brainwashing crashed.exe), but he doesn’t…dislike it. And the further the relationship progresses the more he allows himself to feel them. Leading to the dicking down of a lifetime. They’re both letting themselves be a little selfish. Something/someone that’s theirs and theirs alone. Just this once.

or something like that. that’s just a bare bones outline and can be altered as anyone sees fit. but this is my little version.

sorry for the novel.

- 😈🐈‍⬛

God I would do fucking unspeakable things for Titus, let me clean his quarters all day, and then when he gets back I can spend time on my back worship the Emperor with him ❤️

I love the idea of Titus falling for someone that doesn’t know about his past or even better simply doesn’t care. He just wants to move on.

[gunbun]

Gunbun's Attempt At A Tiona Eryut Explainer Because I Apparently Have Some Kind of Following Now

(For the record I'm bun.breaker on discord, just send me an ask telling me who you are and I'll gladly accept any and all requests if you wanna yell about OCs)

Preface: All references to things like "now" and "x years ago" are relative to the start of Dawntrail. I uh… look, the developers gave us a time bubble so I'm lettin' time happen. ANYWAY.

All of this is subject to change due to MSQ or because I fuckin' feel like it.

A HISTORY OF A VERY AGGRESSIVE RABBIT WHO IS ALSO THE SAVIOUR OF THE KNOWN UNIVERSE follows below.

Tiona Eryut was born in the springtime as Tiona Eryut approximately 203 years ago in Yyasulani (now known as Heritage Found). She is the last of seven children to be born to the Eryut clan, a weird shetona hippie collective that had a couple of martial artists in it.

At some point in her youth, Tiona left Tural and ended up traveling far to Radz-at-Han in search of formal education and a desire to see the world. Not uncommon for Shetona.

Upon arrival in Thavnair, she spent a lot of time attending university at Radz-at-Han and learned about civil engineering. She was always good with her hands in addition to martial combat and paid her way via odd jobs… and then she discovered adventuring.

Over time she met a bunch of people who were viera refugees from Dalmasca who were getting their shit kicked in by the Garlean Empire.

She joined the Resistance. And did a few unnecessary civilian murder/terrorism things as part of that. She then got bumped on the head real bad in combat and forgot everything I just wrote down.

Tiona is recovering in a field hospital who-knows-where when she gets the cosmic text message to Hear, Feel, Think. Well, her hearing works. She feels like shit, and she thinks her name is Tiona Eryut, but anything more than that is just…. vague. To this day, apart from a few instances from her past that I occasionally bring up in fanfics for dramatic purposes, she doesn't remember much from before then. She also lost the ability to read, but chalked it up to her being in a new place. That new place is Limsa Lominsa.

The Main Scenario Quest pretty much plays out like it does; Tiona had a roommate named Keltgeim for awhile who helped her find her feet and eventually Tiona sets out to Be An Adventurer, because that's a decent living and she's here now, time to make the best of it.

Upon meeting and joining the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, she is taught (again?) how to read by Urianger Augurelt, but due to the particular nature of her bonk on the head, it's slow going.

Events continue, and Tiona and Urianger become fast friends. He lets her know that he's trying to get to the bottom of everything and might need to do deep cover missions. She was in a sort of military before, she gets it.

Tiona was developing feelings, and was about to say something to Urianger about it when Moenbryda came… and went. He was so grieved that she compartmentalized that fact for probably longer than she should have.

Heavensward proceeds for Tiona pretty much as advertised. When the Warriors of Darkness come around and Urianger finally gives the jig up she yelled at him about how THAT was his SUPER SECRET DISGUISE? Dude. (But hey, it worked… somehow?). Same with Stormblood.

Except by now Tiona and Urianger are dancing around the fact that there's this mutual attraction thing going on. They finally put on their Big Scion Pants and make plans for a date --

-- and then Crystal Exarch fucks up his gacha pull.

Now we get to Shadowbringers. Tiona was Big Mad at Crystal Exarch, even knowing who he was. And then The Plot got in the way of her and Urianger even having any kind of discussion about what was happening between them, and besides, it had been years for Urianger. So much could have changed.

Well, no, nothing changed, and right after Urianger's Big Lie, they skipped like eight steps in the relationship process and had some eager, rushed sex and I-love-yous before going off to the Tempest.

I WROTE A FANFIC ABOUT THIS PART. THREE OF THEM ACTUALLY, YOU CAN READ THEM HERE.

Don't worry. Tiona and G'raha Tia work it out and become bros.

Endwalker happens. Again, mostly as advertised. Tiona is doing her maximum emotional compartmentalization to get through it all.

At the end of all things Hydaelyn says to her that she will finally be granted the clarity she was looking for, because she found the answer to the big questions. This puzzles Tiona, who forgets all about it when she discovers that Sharlayan. Was Building. A Starship.

Adventuring AND engineering? Sign her up! During this time she notices that she's actually able to read things more quickly, but chalks it up to adrenaline.

The Scions of the Seventh Dawn become Etheirys' very first astronauts. Somehow she manages to hold it together through all of Ultima Thule and the big fight with Endsinger. She pats Meteion on the head, tears Zenos Galvus into pieces at the edge of the universe, and then promptly dies of her injuries.

BUT HEY REMEMBER, WE'RE IN A DYNAMIS FIELD. The Scions are shocked, but G'raha Tia has been shipping Tiona and Urianger across two goddamn timelines and he swore this one wouldn't go sour --

-- and the Scions accomplish a true resurrection to bring Tiona back to life. How? Why? IDK, dynamis.

Tiona is fucking wrecked from her fight with Zenos and has a prolonged recovery time and medical supervision from cutting-edge Sharlayan chirurgeons.

She decides that she's got nothing better to do and bullies Fourchenault Leveilleur into giving her Sharlayan citizenship and a chance to present an Archon thesis. (I'M WRITING A FANFIC ABOUT THIS PART BUT IT'S KIND OF HIT A WALL. THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS ARE HERE.) This appears to be what Hydaelyn meant when she said Tiona would obtain clarity. Her memories of her past will likely never come back, but she can move forward with everything in order to be the best version of herself.

Tiona Eryut spends the better part of two years in recovery developing the Azem F-1 aetheromagitek starship engine. Notable contributors to the thesis are Urianger Augurelt, Nero Scaeva, Jude Rose, and Thrustingway of Mare Lamentorum.

It's during this time that Urianger and Tiona do something highly improbable and MAKE A WHOLE BABY. His name is Alsault Eryut. Urianger heard somewhere that viera are matriarchal and Tiona doesn't even remember that she's from Tural so that sounds good to her.

Then 6.x patches happen, and riiiiight before we start hearing about going to Tural, 15 years pass. During this time Tiona and Urianger adopt a war orphan named Roroko Roko. Sharlayan formally commissions her to begin development on a useable whole starship based around the Azem F-1 engine. She calls up Nero Scaeva and the gang again and they get to work.

Oops, Urianger and Tiona fell in love with Nero along the way. Oops.

Dawntrail! Again! Exactly as advertised except when Tiona decides to let Erenville show her around Shaaloani, something interesting happens.

Someone calls her by name.

That's fuckin' weird, Tiona thinks, remembering nothing. Erenville, ever helpful, asks some leading questions and we learn that Tiona and he are from the same general area!

-- oh it's the dome? Well, shit.

Cahciua says "you look like one of my cousins!" and Tiona laughs it off and isn't really thinking too much about what happened in Shaaloani, there's world-changing weird-shit going on--

Then the MSQ got in the way and we were partying hard in Tuliyollal, happy to end Yet Another World-Ending Threat.

Erenville does Tiona a solid and gives her the following information:

Yatzil Eryut - Tiona's father. (Imagine a viera who looks just like Danny DeVito.) He has the same blue hair she does. He's living in Solution 9. He is a cousin of Cahciua. (that means Tiona and Erenville are first cousins once removed, but she was born ages before he was, so this is just a fun factoid at this point.)

How Erenville feels about having Tiona, who makes Wuk Lamat look like an indecisive scaredy cat, as a blood relative, is yet to be determined.

Chel Eryut

Seti Eryut

Nima Eryut - Three of Tiona's six siblings. All women. Alive, but locations unknown.

Alsault Eryut followed his little-big sister Roroko Roko to college after partying around Tural with his dad and Uncle Thancred. He's about 19 or so now. Kind of a himbo but a very accomplished artist.

[hypnoneghoul]

Down To The Ground

WC: 5k

Relationship: Swiss/Mist

Tags: Murder Ghouls, Blood and Gore, Violence, Injury, Intersex Mist, Tentacle Dick, Anal Sex, Dubious Consent, Blood As Lube, Vaginal Sex, Intoxication, Toxic Cum, Gill Play, Come Inflation, Scratching, Multiple Orgasms, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Thigh Humping, Objectification (if you squint), Size Difference, Cock Bulge

Swiss had finally gotten a chance to get fucked by Mist. It's a wild ride.

Notes: Commission for @sexy-sea-basss. Thank you for your support and letting me absolutely run with this heheh

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss has had his eyes on her for ages. From the moment he had met her—about a year after he was summoned, because she had been away with the Ministry’s business—he had immediately known he had to get into her bed. She was beautiful and intimidating and there were so many things he wanted her to do to him. He had thought he would do anything she would ask him of. So he had waited. 

Respectfully, of course, he was not an animal, but he had been waiting for a chance for months. During those months, his desire for her had only been fueled by various stories from the ghouls that knew her the longest. With some of them Swiss had no idea if they were real or made up just to scare him. Or to turn him on.

Anyway, he had waited patiently until an opportunity would come up. It was unexpected when it did happen, but it was exciting nonetheless. He had barely even spoken to her properly before that day, but when she stormed into their common room—looking sick and stripped bare of her usual stoic demeanor—Swiss’ eyes lit up and his lips curled into a grin.

“Who’s up for a hunt?” Mist asked, her voice barely above a growl and her eyes wide.

The multi ghoul’s hand shot up, but Dewdrop sitting next to him kept him down with a jab in the ribs with an elbow. “Ow, what!? You hunt all the time. I hunt all the time.”

“She’s not offering a hunt, Swiss. It’s a hunt with her and you are not up for it. Especially unprepared, trust me,” the fire ghoul muttered into his ear, so fast the words were all jumbled together and barely understandable. Mist was waiting, after all.

“Oh, come on. I won’t break. I am up for a little fun,” Swiss shrugged and got up from the couch before Dewdrop could actually stop him. Mountain sitting on the armchair opposite from them was hiding behind a book, staying silent and not drawing any attention to himself. The multi ghoul walked up to Mist and she grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the common room with more strength than she should possess, considering her size.

The moment the two disappeared behind the corner Mountain lowered his book and looked over at Dewdrop, both of them sighing exasperatedly. “It was nice knowing him, I guess.”

In the meantime, Swiss was struggling to keep up with Mist’s pace as she dragged him outside the Abbey, anticipation warming him up from the inside.

“Uh, so…” the multi ghoul started, after clearing his throat, “what exactly does a hunt with you entail?”

“Killing something and fucking in it’s blood,” Mist growled, her sharp claws digging into his arm.

“Color me excited,” Swiss mumbled as pangs of both anxiety and arousal shot through him. Neither of them uttered any more words for a while after that.

Only when they were deep inside the woods did Mist push Swiss down to his knees and spoke, “You’re going to run and find me food. It's out there, they let it out for me. Bring it down, but don’t kill. Wait for me.”

“Yes, m– ma’am,” the multi ghoul muttered, not daring to look up at her. She didn’t really do anything to him—yet—but he was already out of his mind, cock rapidly chubbing up in his pants. Mist grabbed his horn and tugged with a growl, so hard something in his neck cracked.

“Get moving, then. Run.”

And run Swiss did, scrambling up and tripping over his own legs and roots curving up and out of the ground. He started running with no regards to the direction just yet. Mist said something was let out for her. Prey.

When the multi ghoul ran far away enough so that he was sure the ghoulette could not see him anymore—unless she had been following him—he paused, panting. He shucked off his shirt and as soon as he caught his breath again, he focused on all the scents surrounding him. There was so many layers, all the trees, animals, rich ground, the creak, and–

Fear.

The smell of fear reached his flared nostrils, raw human fear. They must have known why they were there and they must have known their fate. The ghouls were a cautionary tale to the siblings, after all. Swiss doubted this one was a sibling, though. It could have been—if they had committed a crime—but such stupid ones didn’t come along often. More likely it was someone smuggled from the city, someone who didn’t deserve a quick or a peaceful death. Usually it was rapists. Sister Imperator was not stupid, she knew that in order for the hellish beasts—quite literally living in her basement—to not turn on her and the Clergy, she had to let them indulge once in a while. A deal with dirty men in power from the cities closest to the Abbey was her way to execute that.

Swiss took off running again, following the now clear trail of the human’s stench. He wasn’t far from them, it would take him mere minutes to bring them down, fly them open and–

And wait for Mist.

The multi ghoul’s cock kicked in his pants —which reminded him he still had them on—at the thought and he slowed down, crouching down by a trunk of a thick tree. He took a deep breath and let it out with a growl on his lips. They were close.

He got out of the fabric prison and let his glamor float away a bit more. He stayed down, reduced to instinct now that the human’s fear was so close and smelled so potent and delicious. Swiss slowly stalked closer and closer to the source. It must have been clueless. It probably stopped, tired of running and already knowing there was no way for it to escape.

Swiss narrowed his eyes as he looked around, peeking from behind a tree in an attempt to gain a visual of his prey. He succeeded.

It was sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree, slumped, shaking and whimpering. The multi ghoul’s fangs throbbed and his mouth watered as he began to approach, staying close to the ground. He was not especially well attuned with his earth part, but it was enough to feel her rumbling, her heart beating, as if encouraging him. She could not wait to feel warm blood soaking into her. After all, she had to get a snack once in a while, too.

The next few moments were a blur, as usual. Instinct and adrenaline taking over, Swiss pounced at the human curled in on itself. It shrieked and the multi ghoul wanted to silence it by ripping its fragile little throat out with his fangs, but Mist had ordered otherwise. He dug his claws into its neck instead, crouched atop it on the ground. Not enough to damage, but more than enough to stop it from squirming as they waited for the water ghoulette.

They did not have to wait long. She appeared out of nowhere, suddenly just there.

Mist growled with her teeth bared, and Swiss backed up before she got the chance to maul him, too. He let out a submissive chatter as he scrambled to the side and knelt, his eyes hung on the other as she started the meal. There was not much thought left in the multi ghoul’s brain by now, but he still hoped he had get to eat some, too.

He was drooling down his chin and onto the ground as Mist sliced open the human’s abdomen with one claw. Its scream was like music to their ears. It did not scream for long, though, because next came its throat, ripped out with one rapid movement of the water ghoulette’s arm. She shoved her hand into the bloody fountain that was the human’s midsection and pulled out its insides, throwing them to the side. Her other side, far away from Swiss. He wasn't a fan of the guts, but he would rather have those than nothing.

Mist threw out all that she deemed not to her taste—all while growling and snarling, seemingly without a shred of humanity left in her—and on the last pull the heart came out. She stared at her price panting with wide eyes as blood trickled down her forearms and dripped down onto the ground from her elbow. Swiss whined like a kicked puppy at the sight, need and hunger twisting inside him nearly painfully.

The water ghoulette’s head snapped to the side and for a moment Swiss thought his heart would end up in her other hand and his throat in her mouth, but instead Mist had ripped off the human's leg and threw it to him. The multi ghoul grabbed it greedily and sank his aching fangs into the meat, moaning as blood flooded his mouth.

After a moment, Mist stood up and walked over to him, the human’s heart still in hand. She put her other hand on Swiss’ head, dying his locs with blood, and pushed down with so much strength the multi ghoul had no chance to not go down with the force. He braced himself on his forearms and continued gnawing at the leg as Mist grabbed his tail next and pulled it up so hard it hurt his spine. Swiss got the hint, though—even with his brain leaking out of his ears—and pushed his ass all the way up, arching his back.

His body started shaking as he waited. Naked, face down in the blood-soaked foliage and ass up in the air, his tail hooked up high over his hip. Presenting and ready for whatever it was Mist wanted from him. He heard her behind him, chewing and growling over the obscene noises of herself devouring a heart. The blood splashing. The muscle ripping.

Out of nowhere something warm and sticky hit Swiss’ ass. He was plenty wet by now, but when he realized Mist had just spat the human’s blood onto his hole, another glob of slick leaked out of it, mixing with the gore.

Fuck in something’s blood, she had said.

Then, the ghoulette was on him, claws raking down his back and settling at the fat on his hips, digging in just as he did earlier to their prey’s neck. Swiss was feeling so empty since it had started, but then there was something cool and slimy wiggling against him and–

Right. Mist was a water ghoul

That was her tentacle.

He moaned at the realization and pushed his own claws deep into the damp and soft ground below him. The tip of the water ghoulette’s tentacle pressed against his asshole and with no more preamble kept on pressing without any regards to his squirming and submissive whining. She held him still with unbelievable strength as her cock reached places inside him not even Mountain had ever reached. Neither had Aether with his quintessence. He felt so full, like she was in his throat and in his veins and between his bones.

One thing about the multi ghoul was that he liked pain. He loved it, even. He also loved being pushed to his limits and tested. Filled so full it hurt with how his insides were stretched was his idea of heaven. It was as close to heaven as any ghoul would ever get.

Swiss could barely breathe, there were tears in his eyes and blood on his tongue and he was out of his mind. He lay there as Mist’s tentacle kept going, curling and unwinding, tensing and loosening, bunching up and lengthening. It stretched his hole impossibly and it stung, even though he was so slick it was a miracle the tentacle did not keep slipping out. Only thanks to how long it was and the suckers that kept catching on his rim.

The multi ghoul barely had any idea on what was happening, panting and letting out debauched noises one after the other as his insides were being thoroughly explored by Mist’s tentacle. His whole body jostled when it thickened even more, as if it had bent in half snd twisted around itself inside him. The tip of it pressed against Swiss’ prostate and he wailed at the feeling of what—he could have only guessed—was the suckers sticking to that little, but magical, bundle of nerves inside him. He had never felt such a thing, not even with Rain.

When the tentacle seemed to have found its purpose, Mist started actually fucking him. She pulled back—the tentacle stretching—only to slam back in and push Swiss forward on the ground with the force of it. It stayed attached to him on the inside so the water ghoulette could thrust as wildly as she wanted and not risk slipping out and pausing Swiss’ torture for even a second. The constant pressure on his prostate provided him with as incessant pleasure that was only being spiked with each slam of Mist’s hips. His hole kept stretching around her cock as it bunched up to reach its maximum—Swiss hoped—thickness and filled him to the brim on every single thrust. It was maddening and there was no way the multi ghoul was coming out of these woods alive.

The water ghoulette was, seemingly, even more gone, overwhelmed by whatever animalistic instinct it was that had taken over her that day. It looked like a rut, but if she was in one, Rain should be too and he was not. It was not important, Swiss supposed, as long as he was getting fucked and, oh, was he getting fucked.

Mist pounded away into the ghoul under her with abandon, snarling and snapping her teeth over him as he moaned and whined like he a bitch in heat being at the very least skinned alive.

Well, there was not much skin left on his back. And he was a bitch.

With another particularily sharp thrust Swiss’ elbows gave out and his face ended up buried even deeper in the dirt, his chest now, too, as his back arched further. It hurt, both his muscles and the mauled skin, but it also felt good. So, so good—all of it—that the multi ghoul would jerk off to the memory of that day for years to come.

He whined and moaned and groaned and whimpered as Mist fucked him like nobody else ever had. He was out in space and deep down in the ground at the same time and the water ghoulette had really just begun. The pressure inside Swiss was pushing his brain out of him and there were no words, nothing coherent, left in his head. All he could do was pray to Lucifer that Mist would take her time, let him enjoy his torture for as long as possible. And maybe fuck him like that again in the future.

The multi ghoul’s cock was abandoned, hanging heavily between his legs and wagging with the power of Mist’s thrusts. He would come untouched and there was no doubt about that, because the tentacle latched directly onto his prostate was more overwhelming than any vibrator he had ever put up there. And he had put a lot of things up his ass.

Mist fucked him like a cheap whore, skin slapping against skin and all the wetness between then creating the lewdest sounds, accompanied by all the debauched noises falling from the wrecked multi ghoul’s mouth.

Soon enough the water ghoulette’s own grunts and moans gained in volume and pitch and she stayed inside for a little bit longer with each thrust. Swiss’ body, more than his mind, recognized it as Mist getting close to cumming, so he—as helpful as ever—clenched down on her dick with all his might, making himself shudder.

But Mist did groan loudly one last time and then Swiss felt himself get filled with something that most definitely was cum, but it felt a lot different. More slimy, thicker. And cold. Not really cold, but it was like… the first thing that came to his mind was menthol. The coolness spread inside him, as if it was absorbed right into his bloodstream. It felt weird—nothing like he had ever felt— but not necessarily bad.

Not bad at all, actually, and the way this strange thing filling him up pushed him to the very edge of an orgasm was proof of that. He felt so full, there was so much pressure inside him and it was maddening. The multi ghoul knew that if he were to look down he would see his belly all distended.

The thought made him whimper and his insides swoop, so look down he did, and sure enough he looked fucking pregnant. Swiss moaned like a true whore at the sight and clenched down like a vice on Mist’s cock again as he started cumming.

His orgasm was soul crushing. His vision went white, his whole body spasmed and debauched noises kept spilling from his lips with no filter whatsoever. The multi ghoul spilled copious amounts of cum down onto the ground and if his eyes would still cooperate with him he would see the pearly liquid mix with the still wet blood under the two of them.

Swiss was shaking. He could barely hold himself up, but he did not dare collapse while Mist’s hands were still gripping his hips tightly. He panted with his tongue lolled out, his eyelids drooping as he swayed, aftershocks rocking his body.

Thankfully, the water ghoulette let go and pulled out soon enough. Swiss felt pitifully empty out of nowhere and another whine left him at that. He also felt that strange cum-like substance slowly leaking out of him, mixed with his own slick and the dead human’s blood. Mist pushed at him and he fell to the side limply, nothing more than a ragdoll. She snarled down at him as she pushed and pulled his body—so much bigger than hers, after all—to her liking, putting her into whatever position it was that she wanted him in.

Swiss sobered up a little bit as his back suddenly hit the trunk of that fallen tree and it must have been completely shredded by now if pain that erupted all over at the impact was any indication. Mist’s unglamored claws were as sharp as knives and they left angry red welts in their wake every single time she touched and manhandled him, so it was no surprise, but he did not worry too much. Mountain would patch him up, as usual.

Everything was spinning, his nerves were on fire, there was lava in his veins and the multi ghoul was so out of it, drowning in sensation, that he barely felt Mist straddling his thigh and drenching him in all the wetness that came with it.

It was obscene, but Swiss never once failed to go insane about the famous water ghoul slick. It was addicting and if he could, it would be all he wouls drink for the rest of his eternal life.

Mist’s tentacle was wiggling around in Swiss’ lap, brushing against his sensitive cock now and then. It seemed to have a mind on its own, not caring about what its owner was up to, as the water ghoulette started humping his leg, grinding down purposefully. Her groans resonated in the relative silence of the woods and the multi ghoul was drinking them down like the finest wine.

For a while—or maybe just a moment—it went on like this, as peaceful as it would get. Mist was taking her pleasure and Swiss was… well, he just was. Laying there, so fucked out there was no brain at all in him.

At some point Mist leaned forward and Swiss went cross eyed looking intently at her tits right in front of his face. They didn’t seem to be the reason for the shift in the water ghoulette’s position, though. She reached out over his shoulder and dug her claws into the tree trunk as she curled over him.

“Gills,” she snarled, “lick ‘em.”

The multi ghoul’s brain short-circuited.

“Y– yes, m– ma’am,” he slurred and surged forward, closing his mouth over Mist’s neck. He sucked lightly, pulling the delicate flesh of her gills in between his teeth and dragging his tongue along the thin, damp slits. Mist moaned and it reverberated through him, making his spent cock kick. It was rapidly filling up again, no time to waste.

Especially with how the water ghoulette’s tentacle kept teasing his dick, slithering up and down its length, flicking the head and going back down to loosely wrap around the base and squeeze. Only to let go, then, and go up again.

Swiss was not worried about that, though, as he was making out with Mist’s neck, licking into the gills and suckling on the little fins along the openings. There was no brain left in him, but gills were his third most favorite meal both Topside and in the Pit and the multi ghoul was not a wasteful person.

Mist seemed to be enjoying it, though, and her noises and near desperate—if Swiss did not know any better—way in which she was humping his thigh were only fueling the multi ghoul’s high. 

Swiss did not know if it was seconds or hours later, but at some point there was a gush of liquid over his leg and a high and wrecked moan filled his ears. Mist came again and this time it was not from her tentacle cock, only her cunt. The multi ghoul heard and felt her breathing heavily above him and he paused the ministrations of his mouth, leaving just a few more delicate kisses over the sensitive organ. If the circumstances were any different, it might have even been considered a cute gesture on his part.

The water ghoulette stood up and Swiss was not sure if the string of slick and cum linking his thigh with her sex was real or a hallucination. Both options were possible at that point, but he did not have much time to think about it, because in the next second Mist grabbed his horn again and pulled, throwing him down onto the ground fully, and then pushing his side with her foot to turn him onto his back.

Swiss was very much out of it—dizzy and basically blind and deaf—and he did not realize what the water ghoulette was doing until her wet cunt slid all the way down onto his cock, rock hard again. He sputtered, choking on air as he gasped at the sudden cool tightness and a wrecked sound left him when Mist started moving right away—no time to adjust for either of them—bouncing and grinding for her own pleasure. Her hands were clenched tightly on his thighs and the multi ghoul felt blood trickle down his skin from all ten of the small, but deep, puncture wounds.

He lifted his head clumsily, but it was too much effort to hold it up, so it lolled to one side and then another before he let it thump back against the ground below. The woods were so loud, he had never noticed it before.

Swiss lay there, sprawled out on the blood and cum soiled ground, and stared up at the trees. They were thick, the branches and the leaves, but some sun did shine through the gaps. It was pretty, although the multi ghoul would most definitely enjoy it more in different circumstances. He would have to ask Mountain out for a walk-in-the-woods date night.

Mist was bouncing away and groaning as his cock filled and stretched her out nicely. There must have been a bit of pain to it, Swiss’ cock was not small by any means, and the water ghoulette was truly tiny.

That gave the multi ghoul a thought—a rare thing nowadays, it seemed—and he tried once again to lift his head. It took a while for him to channel enough strength to the suspiciously loose muscles in his neck and even a longer while for his eyelids to go up and his eyes to clear, but once they fixed on Mist—on her stomach as she rode his cock furiously—Swiss’ vision went white again.

Every time the water ghoulette dropped back down, there was a noticeable bulge protruding from her otherwise flat and muscled stomach. Bulge caused by Swiss’ massive dick buried deep inside her cunt.

The multi ghoul gurgled, nowhere close coherent, and whined loudly as he felt another orgasm suddenly hit him like a freight train. Intense pleasure washed over him and he could not do anything about it but lay there and twitch his way through it, as his cum pumped into the water ghoulette.

The water ghoulette who did not care about it in the slightest.

Mist was fucking herself on his dick with his cum leaking out and down his shaft and balls, and Swiss was nothing but means to an end for her. He did not complain and, besides, his body felt too far away from him to have any control over, his hips could not even twitch. He did feel it all, though, and it was pure insanity. It hurt, he was as sensitive as ever, but it was glorious.

Swiss did get a chance to actually take some more active role in their… endeavor when the water ghoulette grabbed his limp hands and brought them up to her ribs, the underside of her tits. Her gills.

The multi ghoul was a little worried that he was too out of it to do anything meaningful and got scared that she would rip his throat out if he did not manage to be of any use. He would certainly try, though. And try he did.

Swiss swiped his thumbs over Mist’s pebbled nipples and squeezing her tits lightly before dragging them down and running his calloused fingertips over the little frills of her gills. He stroked up and down along the openings, focusing all his remaining willpower on steadying his big hands. He doubted that Mist would really mind getting hurt a bit, but he would rather not be the one to tear one of the most delicate parts of her just because he was cumdrunk. Even if she would not kill him for that, then Alpha surely would.

The water ghoulette let out an uncharacteristically soft sound—nearly a pretty, blissful sigh—when the tips of Swiss’ fingers dipped into her gills. They were tighter than the multi ghoul remembered Rain’s to be, but again, the size difference was significant. Mist rolled her hips, clenching down on Swiss’ cock at the added stimulation and his fuzzy brain took it as a sign to go on, press in deeper.

He had had enough practice for his gill fingering skills to be muscle memory already, so the multi ghoul let instinct take over. Not that he had much choice, he felt like he was dying. His arms were sore and tingly, like pins and needles, but he did not care, he tried so hard to focus. It was getting increasingly harder with every movement of the ghoulette on top of him.

Swiss curled his fingers, half of them sunken in to the second knuckle in between Mist’s ribs. The membrane there was leathery, but impossibly soft, and, most importantly, slick. So, so wet and slimy. The multi ghoul felt his throat vibrate as if it was his turn to groan, but he did not hear anything come out from his mouth, nor did he intend to do so.

He fingered her gills slowly, but with precision he did not expect he would be able to muster up at this point, petting inside in gentle back and forth strokes and thrusting softly in and out as Mist was grinding down on him, giving up bouncing in favor of receiving this undisturbed, delicious stimulation from her gills.

“Close,” she growled not much later and the word all but surprised the multi ghoul. They have not been doing much talking lately, after all. He also was not sure what it was that the water ghoulette was expecting him to do with that information, but he willed his throat to let out a noise in acknowledgement. 

Swiss noticed something else moving around his legs, touching him. He thought Mist’s tail was doing something to him, he thought he felt it over his thighs and lower at his asscheeks, against his hole. He was not sure about anything, anymore, though.

He thought his head hurt. So did everything, but it was—mostly—a good pain, twisting and dancing with pleasure. He did not feel much else, though, less than half conscious. His control over… anything, really, was gettin even worse, as if he was high on the worst drugs known to man.

He felt his whole body sag, his hand drop from Mist’s gills, his head loll to the side and his tongue fall out of his mouth, suddenly too thick for it. He slowly blinked up at the water ghoulette once more and she looked like she was enjoying herself, so he let his eyelids droop. The last thing he remembered was Mist’s high moan, resonating over that incessant static buzz in his brain.

Hours later, Dewdrop and Mountain were cuddling on an armchair on one of the balconies facing the woods, enjoying a nice, warm and peaceful evening. It was getting dark, but something in the distance caught their eyes.

That something was Mist walking out of the woods and back to the Abbey with Swiss—a ghoul three times her size—thrown over her shoulder. The latter was definitely passed out and the both of them were drenched in blood and covered in dirt and Lucifer knows what else from head to toe.

“We did tell him that the cum from her tentacle is toxic, right?”

“Yup.”

“I should go get him patched up, shouldn’t I?”

“Yup.”

[lunar-wandering]

bite of '87

the title doesn't really have anything to do with this fic, it was just the first thing i thought of when it comes to horror games.

anyways i wanted something silly so i wrote a lil something i thought of a while ago about Mei and Wukong streaming together

word count: 1k

read on ao3

It was a relatively chill stream, all things considered. In fact, despite having the Monkey King sitting in the chair beside her, quietly watching her play the latest most popular horror game on the net, Mei only had a slightly above average number of viewers, compared to her normal views.

And then Mei’s videogame character turned a corner, and triggered a jumpscare.

Mei, herself, quite used to this after many years of horror games, only slightly flinced.

Wukong, on the other hand, had been suitably spaced out, and hadn’t expected it. Thus, it was only perfectly natural for him to jump, fur standing on end, quickly maneuvering himself into a standing position on his chair (how he managed to do that without the chair falling over was a near miracle, Mei couldn’t help but think), and then started shouting.

If Mei had to guess, he was probably cussing out the game.

And, well, she did have to guess, because the noises leaving Wukong’s mouth were inhuman. Literally.

Mei blinked slowly as Wukong finally stopped shouting, panting, seemingly out of breath as he slid back down into a sitting position. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her chat going wild, but she didn’t have the time to focus on that right now.

Mei paused the game, and then turned fully to face the Monkey King.

“Did- did you-” Mei started, stammered, and then decided to try again as Wukong turned his attention to her. “Did you just- chirp?? Squeak?? Like- like a monkey??”

Wukong froze.

“I mean,” Mei continued, ignoring him, “-you are a monkey, but like, did you speak monkey? Like, actual- y’know- bananas and all that-”

“Okay I’m stopping you right there.” Wukong thankfully interrupted before Mei could further go off the deep end trying to figure out how to describe a theoretical monkey language. “First off all. I did not speak monkey. That’s not- that’s not something I do-”

“Oh, you totally did.”

“I didn’t.”

“Uh, ya totally did.” Mei gestured at her computer screen, where her chat was still going wild. “Thousands of witnesses, Mr. King. They’re clipping this as we speak.”

“Well- uh, they’re wrong. And the clips are wrong.” Wukong said, crossing his arms as he stubbornly looked away from her. “It’s just the audio glitching out, or something like that.”

“The audio- Monkey King, you can’t use the audio as an excuse, because I am sitting here with you right now in real life-”

“No you’re not.”

Before Mei could even think of a retort to that absolutely insane statement, Wukong was gone. No bright flash of light, nothing other than a slight blur and the crackle of magic, and he was gone. The chair didn’t even move an inch. Mei was half convinced at this point that he must’ve put some kind of magic spell on it, because there’s no way a chair that spins around would’ve stayed completely still after that.

Mei continued to stare at the empty spot in silence for a moment longer.

And then she slowly turned back to face her chat.

“Do you see?” She asked, “Do you see now, chat? Do you see what I have to deal with on a daily basis?”

Her chat continued to fly by at a speed too fast for her to read, so she instead leaned back, covering her face with her hands as she let out a long tired sigh.

Only to startle at the sound of her window opening behind her.

“Hey, Mei!” MK’s voice sounded, and Mei shifted to the side so that her camera could see her now open window and the Monkie Kid entering through it. “I’ve got a delivery for you!”

With that said, he lifted up his other arm, revealing Wukong, who looked incredibly unimpressed at the fact his successor was casually lifting him up by the back of his clothes. Stepping down into Mei’s room, MK dragged the reluctant Monkey King in with him.

“…One question.” Mei said, “How did you…”

“Oh, he teleported to me.” MK snorted, rolling his eyes as he dropped Wukong back into his chair, and then proceeded to lean against the side of it. “Like I wouldn’t be watching the stream and would help him hide. Seriously, Monkey King, do you even know me?”

“Unfortunately, I do.” Wukong grumbled under his breath, clearly unimpressed with his current situation. MK and Mei both heard him anyways.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” MK leaned forwards, “It better have been you agreeing to answer Mei and the chat’s questions.”

“I agreed to no such thing!” Wukong tried to get up out of the chair, only for MK to put his hands on his shoulders and force him back down. “Kid, let go-”

“You will sit down, and you will answer the questions, Monkey King.” MK said. Wukong briefly stopped struggling to look up at him.

“…Is this because I knocked over your paints when I teleported into your room.”

“Eh, just a little bit.” Both Mei and Wukong gave MK twin looks of deadpan disbelief. “Okay, so maybe a lot of it is, but still-”

Wukong managed to free himself from MK’s grip, knocking the chair out of the way as he stood up, clearly ready to run again. MK slipped down into something akin to a fighting position, ready to grab him. Mei pulled her legs up onto her chair in order to sit crossed legged as she watched the staredown.

“Monkey King. Sit down and answer the questions.” MK said.

“You. Can’t. Make. Me.” Wukong’s eyes flashed a bright red.

“Bet.” MK’s eyes flashed gold, his hair growing slightly longer.

There was a beat, and then in a flash of golden light, Mei had two monkey demons fighting on her floor. Mei blinked as Wukong turned into a bird, only for MK to pin him down under one hand, prompting him to change back to normal to knee his successor in the chest.

Mei glanced at the game that was still paused on her computer.

Then she reached for her camera, angled it so it could capture the fight, ran as fast as she could with her dragon speed to get some popcorn, and then returned to her prior seat.

As she shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth, Mei absentmindedly noted that her viewers had doubled while she hadn’t been looking.

Well. Anything for the views.

[whohasthecards]

Walk it off

That was probably the kindest lesson Hangman's, no Jake's father ever instilled in him. Probably because the intentions weren't malicious at that time.

Jake had be around 3 or 4 and he fell as he was running around the house. He was stunned into silence as he thudded on the ground, and started stifling before his dad propped him up on his hip and gently rubbed his back as he checked for any damage.

Come on buddy, you can walk it off. You ain't able ta run fast right now, but you can still walk, can ya? Yah can still move, and then you'll be able to run real fast later on, yeah?

Jake sniffled and nodded on his dad's shoulder before his dad put him down. One step at a time.

This was the time before everything went to shit.

Despite trying, trying not to become anything like his father that motto stayed (and on bad days he looks in a mirror and sees so much of his parents in him and he's terrified that he has become som-).

When he was a kid and had bruises littered across his skin and words scarred his heart. He gritted his teeth and walked it off, as if the pain never bothered him.

When he felt like he hit a wall during high school or the academy. He walked right through it.

When he was staring at the ceiling lying on his bunk during flight school, wondering if he could make it. He walked as if he was the best.

When he was in enemy territory and had to keep swiping off the blood that continuously ran down his face, and ignore the bruises so deep. He kept on walking, trying to make sure blood didn't trail on the ground behind him.

When he was drinking in the bar after a particularly difficult mission, and saw a group of 20-somethings just like him, but happy and together, friends, family. And he didn't have that-- If he died, only Javy would probably care. He paid his tab and walked away, his throat tightening as he hears the cheers of happiness and conversation behind him, quickly stuffing earphones in his ears.

It worked out well for him. Walking one step at a time through whatever scenario, through leaving what hurt him.

He can do this alone. Walk off everything, no one was there to stop him anyways, no one can really hold him back.

Then the mission happened.

The dagger squad became a permanent squadron.

It was during a day when he and the team where doing maintenance on their planes, an accident had Hangman frowning down at a pretty deep gash on his arm, slicing through his uniform.

Careless, stupid, walk it off, clean it up.

He clucked his tongue and let out an annoyed sigh as he felt the blood drip to his boots, and was about to walk to the bathroom and clean himself up, when--

"Hangman!"

Goddammit.

Hangman let out a groan as he nodded his head to the side as he acknowledged the man who was slowing down to a walk behind him.

"Heyya pops," Hangman drawled, "I'm a bit busy, got to go inside and get some stuff."

"This will only take a second Lieutenant, I just wanted to run some things by the next training session, and I could help you with your plane--"

A second my ass.

"Wait. Is that blood?" Mav said sharply as he grabbed Hangman's shoulder to turn him around to face him.

Hangman stiffened before forcing himself to relax, it's just Mav, it's just Mav.

Mav looked at him with a scrunch between his eyes and a frown on his lips, as he slowly reached out to take Hangman's arm to examine the gash, jaw tightening, as he whipped out a towel from god knows where and started wrapping up Hangman's arm and applying pressure with it.

"What happened? Accident? Of course, stupid question," Mav said applying a bit more pressure making Hangman grit his teeth to stop from hissing in pain. "Why didn't you wrap it up, Seresin?" Mav scolded a he looked at Hangman in the eye.

"I was about to, Mav, that's why I was walkin', was about to clean myself up in the bathroom," Hangman muttered looking skyward to give him patience.

"Bathroom? Nope, nah-uh, you're going to the sick-bay, Lieutenant," Mav said keeping a hand around Hangman's arm, as he steered him by the shoulder.

"It's just a scratch, Mav, I can take care of it myself," Hangman said eyebrows shot up in bewilderment as he tried to pull away from his Captain's grasp on him.

"I know, but that doesn't mean you have to take care of yourself alone. That's what a team is for. Hey, if I can't get out of my check-ups and all that medical jazz, I'm not letting you escape it too. We're both suffering through medical together, kid," Mav said firmly wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull him against his side as he walked them both to the sick-bay.

Jake sighed, resigning himself to his faith, as he leaned on Mav a bit more, sinking in the older man's warmth. "You don't hafta come with me, ya know?" Jake muttered giving the older man an out.

He followed Mav's instructions to sit down on the examination table and keep pressure on his arm, and slowly blinked as the older man sat beside him pulling him back to his side, and ruffled his hair, making Jake rest his head on his shoulder.

"Nah, of course I have to, buddy," Mav said turning to look down at the boy with soft eyes. "I'm not letting you walk away and alone, Jake."

[hailsatanacab]

Are you still doing the wip ask game? If so, can i ask about number 5?

I love this one and I'm so embarrassed that it's still a wip oh no!!!! This should have been completed a long time ago to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers but uh... it sorta snowballed into way more than I thought it would and this cute little oneshot is now way more than that. Whoops.

It started as a @stealingyourbones prompt that I added on to, which you can read here! Then I posted a wee little wip wednesday sneak peek, and this snippet (is it still a snippet if it's over 1k words?) carries on from there :)

👻🦇👻

Danny doesn’t join him for what is, unexpectedly, a pretty great meal.

“Holy shit, you guys,” he murmurs, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You’re missing out.”

“Come on, Jay, it can’t be as good as the Big Bat Deluxe.” Dick whines in his ear. “You love those.”

“No, I love the Red Hot Hood Bites. That’s all I get at Bat Burger, and don’t let me hear you telling the others that I get anything else.”

“Please, Jason, don’t think we don’t have everyone’s BB order on file, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Fuck off, Timbits. Go eat at Red Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

Jason elects to tune out the ensuing list of threats in favour of finishing his burger. He’s heard them all before and he’s like 80% sure that Tim won’t actually hide his body in a Red Robin—if only because it wouldn’t take the World’s Greatest Detective to figure out who did it and he'd be so deep in the fucking shit that he may as well join Jason.

Aside from the food (seriously, that sauce! He’s going to need to rustle up a copycat or something, he can’t leave here without a recipe), the Nasty Burger is a pretty sad affair.

It’s a little run down, the vinyl covers on the seats peeling and suspiciously sticky, and incredibly quiet. The only other people around are the two teens behind the counter, bored and on their phones, and two kids, probably around Danny’s age, sitting in the corner quietly arguing amongst themselves. There’s an ungodly amount of food in front of them, but only the guy seems to be eating.

Jason sighs and looks at the rapidly cooling Supremely Nasty Meal meant for Danny. Taking a few of the fries won’t hurt, will it?

He peels the paper bag away from the greasy mess and digs in. Huh, they really skimped on his lot, there’s only like half a carton in here.

“So, you gonna bring us back something or are we going to have to starve?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“What a shame,” Timbo starts, with a theatrical air, “for I am still trying to decide whether or not to tell you everything I’ve learnt about the Fentons. Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?”

“You finally made yourself useful and got through those firewalls?”

“Yeah, once I managed to get my hands on a native laptop. It’s weird, but whatever was keeping out my tech lets anything bought directly from Amity in. Having such localised security—to the point where even my stuff can’t penetrate?— is beyond strange. I don’t like it.”

Jason leans back, and reaches for Danny’s milkshake, finding it surprisingly light when he lifts it up. Seriously, what is with the half portions here? He turns round and glares at the spotty teen behind the counter, who doesn’t look up from his phone. Whatever. It's not like Danny’s going to drink it anyway.

Looks like the two kids in the corner have made up, if their stifled laughter is anything to go by. Most of their own food is gone now, too, so perhaps the real reason it’s called the Nasty Burger is because they stiff you on the food.

“This place is weird.” says Dick, in a rare case of being right.

“You don’t know the half of it…” Tim sighs but doesn’t offer up anything else.

Jason’s been trying his best to ignore it.

The weirdness, that is.

There’s an electrical charge in the air so strong it almost feels like he’s swimming through static. Each breath makes his steps bounce like he’s walking on the moon. If he turns too quickly, if he stands up too fast, his head spins like he's breathing too much oxygen.

No matter what Tim thinks he knows, it’s not the full weirdness of Amity Park, Jason's sure about that. Being here itches under his skin, and he resolves not to delve any deeper into it. Not with the way the green swims on the edges of his vision. 

The sooner they figure out what’s happening here, the better.

“What’s your price?” 

“Two Supremes and a six pack of Nasty Nuggies. Cake shake with two shots of espresso.”

Jason rolls his eyes as Dick splutters in concern.

“Shake and espresso? Tim, you have a problem.”

“It’s just a frappuccino. There’s no difference.”

“Then get a frappuccino.”

“I want a shake.”

“Then there's a difference! And the difference is that Alfred will kill us for enabling you!”

“As riveting as watching Timberly’s mental and physical wellbeing disappear before our very eyes is, what’s your info?”

“The same for me, please!” Dick butts in, yet again. “Except with a coke instead, because I’m normal.”

Both Tim and Jason snort. 

“Yeah, not gonna touch that. Tim, info, come on.”

“Alright, alright. Hey, so, what’s your favourite thing about being adopted?”

“Tim, I swear to God, if you don’t get to the point right now, I’ll—”

“You’re right! It’s that none of us are actually related to you.”

“And yet somehow, I’m still stuck with you all. Point, Tim, get to it.”

He grabs the burger meant for Danny and begins to unwrap it. If he has to listen to Tim being all smug about whatever he’s found out, he’s doing it with a burger in hand.

“Did you know that Willis Todd’s Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather was a Nightingale?”

“What’s a Nightingale? Aside from the obvious.”

“A Nightingale is about two generations away from becoming a Fenton.”

“Oh, what the fuck? You cannot be serious!”

“Serious as a cake shake with two espressos in it.”

“No, my… Someone ate my other fucking burger!”

Danny’s burger has a huge, bite-sized chunk taken out of it. Literal teeth marks in the bun. A slice of tomato slops limply onto the table, painting his shirt with splatters of weak tomato juice, the red half moon taunting him. Sauce dribbles out mournfully.

The two kids in the corner are staring openly now, faces red with how hard they’re laughing.

Jason sinks into his chair with a groan.

This fucking town. 

Is this how they treat outsiders? Take bites of their burgers while they laugh on—but then why only do it to his spare and not both meals? The teenagers behind the counter aren't even paying any attention, so why bother pulling a prank like this if you're not going to—

Danny.

Jason whips his head around as if he can catch the invisible little shit, but just like on the street, there's no sign of him.

Has he been here the whole time, invisibly eating the food Jason offered him? Except the packaging was still perfectly wrapped, the sticker still attached, how in the hell had he managed to eat the burger without damaging it? Did he get to it in the kitchen? Or does he—

“Wait, hold up. What the fuck did you just say?”

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Experienced Hero vs Inexperienced Villain part 3

Warnings: attempted murder of Hero (that fails rather spectacularly), questionably un-moral Hero toying with inexperienced Villain

And he suddenly realized he was in waaaaay over his head, chest-deep in trouble.

And the worst part was that Hero merely looked amused at his flopped murder attempt as she leaned over him, a strong hand on his chest pinning him down.

"Nice try, but there's a reason no one's killed me yet. Because I'm good at not getting caught," she laughed. "I'll admit, I'm curious to see who's beneath that hideous mask of yours..." Hero smirked knowingly.

"NO! Don't you DARE!" Villain barked, and started to struggle and kick, trying to squirm away, but Hero leaned more of her weight onto him in response, limiting his movements.

Villain threw his head to the side when she reached for his face, but there was nothing he could do as she pried the mask from his face, exposing him completely.

"Huh. Younger than I expected. Cute face, though," Hero remarked, frowning in mild surprise.

Villain felt himself redden, face flushing with embarrassed heat.

"Aww, he even blushes!"

Villain choked on air, sputtering and grasping for a witty retort that never came. Was Hero just toying with him?!

"I suppose your youth explains the impulsivity to go for big fish like me," Hero sighed. "You don't have much battle experience at all, do you?"

Villain was silent, and Hero scoffed. "No wonder. It shows." She placed a hand on his neck, not squeezing, but the implication of potential threat was definitely there as she leaned in closer to his ear. "Next time, start small. You bit off more than you could chew, coming after me today. Not very wise of you, Villain."

Villain's heart stopped in his chest with horror, all the blood leaving his face. What did she just say?!

Hero laughed in delight as she watched him go pale as a ghost. "I've got many tricks up my sleeves, kid. You'll learn that eventually."

"How do you know my real name?!" Villain hissed, though there was an edge of alarm and panic in his voice he couldn't hide.

Hero rolled her eyes boredly. "It's always the same old questions with your kind, isn't it? How do you know this or that, why do you do this, who are you... every single time. It's tiresome." She roughly grabbed Villain's jaw in a hand with a bruising grip, eliciting a startled whine from him as she forced him to look at her face, which suddenly lost all flirty humor alarmingly fast.

"I know a lot about you, kid. Some are better at hiding their secrets from me... but you are too young to know how to outwit me. Every villain I face risks me knowing their deepest, darkest fears and insecurities. It's why they tend to avoid me. And you are terrible at keeping me out."

Villain had no idea what she was talking about, or what the intended implication of her words was, and his frazzled mind was too scared to process it anyway.

She'd taken him down with a frustrating amount of ease and wounded his ego. The unpredictability is what scared Villain most. If he knew what was happening, at least he could prepare for it. But not when Hero did the unexpected. How quick her mood changed from teasing to serious, how her words never quite matched her actions.

"It was worth a shot, I guess," Villain grumbled in defeat. He held his wrists up in surrender to be cuffed, body aching, but frowned when Hero made no move to restrain him. She stayed leaning over his battered form, staring down at him with a dark, unreadable expression. "Uh, aren't you going to arrest me?"

Hero's head tilted slowly, oh so slowly to the side, watching him like a predator. "...I think I can have some fun with you first," she chuckled coldly. "It's not every day I get to toy with rookies. The experienced ones know to steer clear of me, but it's always the middle villains who take a shot at me. Those with a little experience under their belt, but not enough to be worth much. I don't often come across brand-new villains."

Villain's blood filled with icy dread. This was not going how he expected.

Hero's smile was vicious and sadistic, crueler than Villain figured a hero's smile should be. She bent down so her mouth was near the side of his head.

"I think I will have a lot of fun indeed," Hero whispered into his ear.

Villain shivered. He watched with wide eyes as Hero wound a fist back, before a blast of pain hit his face, and everything went dark.

⏪️ Back Next ⏩️

Masterlist

@scoundrelwithboba @lumpofsand @isikedmyself878 @iamheretohurt @fleur-a-whump

@ay5ksal @otterfrost @sausages-things @togzy

@whump-till-ya-jump @cravesunconditionallove @whumpwritinglover222

[burntsecrets]

Crush

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 1160

Prompt: Crush by David Archuleta

Summary: You end up at Eddie’s, and while he plays doctor, you reveal your crush to him.Warnings: running from the cops, mentions of underage drinking, mention of weed, AU Setting, drugs, alcohol

Eddie sees you approaching his trailer from the window and smiles- He wonders what you're doing here. It’s the middle of the night, and you were supposed to spend it at your friends’ house.

Eddie gets a closer look, and his eyes double in size. He rushes outside to help you. “Jesus H. Christ! What happened?!” He helps you sit down on the steps up to his trailer. He kneels beside you. “Y/N... What happened?…” You’re all cut up and bruised and bloody. He knows something happened.

“I was at a party in the woods, and the cops showed up. I ran as fast as I could and guess my feet decided to take me here,” you shrugged as you winced as you shifted a leg from under you. 

“Thank god you're safe from those pigs.” Eddie sighs with relief. “Why were they chasing you anyway?”

“Uuuhhhh,” you bit your bottom lip nervously, rolling it out from under your teeth. “I may or may not have had some of our favorite MJ and a beer or two in hand.” 

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie scolds. “That’s illegal! You know that…” Eddie mutters, annoyed

You let out a fake cough, “says the dealer.” You let out another fake cough. 

“Hey! Don’t get all snappy!” Eddie glares. “I wasn’t the one running from the police.” He rolls his eyes.

“I wasn’t getting snappy,” you bump your shoulder against his comfortingly. “Say, you got anything to sterilize these cuts and scrapes?”

He nods. His uncle had a first aid kit just for things like this. “Come in, and I’ll see what I can do,” he says, opening the door to his trailer.

You follow him into the trailer and look around. It’s smaller, from what you remember. The last time you were here was a few years ago, right before the start of high school.

Eddie walks back into the kitchen and gestures that you should sit down in one of the kitchen chairs. He sits across from you and props your leg up. You wince as Eddie cleans the wounds. 

“So… who’s the lucky guy?” He winks teasingly. “C’mon, spill the beans. I can be trusted.” He chuckles. 

“Lucky guy? What makes you think there’s a guy and that he’s lucky?” You tease him. 

“Oh, c’mon!” Eddie says, rolling his eyes, “I know you. I know when you like a guy, all reasonable thoughts go out the window. And right now, it’s obvious you like someone. And he’s lucky as hell,” he says with a smirk.

“I mean, one guy invited me out to the party tonight. But he’s not who I like. The guy I like has this mop of hair and plays the guitar. You should hear him and his band. He loves playing Dungeons and Dragons with his friends and has sweet tatts.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Huh… interesting…” He mumbles, a small smile creeping along his face. “Tell me more about this… guitar guy.” Eddie tries to play cool, but he’s getting excited.

Your brows furrow as you squint slightly at him, trying to figure out if he got the hints you had given him. "Aside from being an incredible dungeon master, he loves reading sci-fi and fantasy books. He uh..." You pick up the book next to you on the table, "has a worn and dog-eared The Hobbit that he loves to read. Oh, and did I mention that he taught himself to play the guitar? He's really good at mastering songs by Metallica. Oh! And his band, Corroded Coffin, plays at the Hideout every Thursday. He has these deep chocolate brown eyes, and my favorite tattoos of his are the bats flying up his arm. But the best thing about him is his kindness. He sticks up for his friends and the underdogs. He really is an amazing person both inside and out."

You bite your lip, smiling at him slightly, waiting to see his reaction to your confession.

He looks at you in surprise, a wide grin on his face. “Holy Jesus! You actually have a crush on me? On the real?” He laughs, grabbing your chin to look at you. He seems so excited and giddy. “Hell, I’m flattered,” he grins, winking at you, his dark and sharp eyes meeting yours. You’ve never seen Eddie with such a big, genuine smile.

A blush creeps across your cheeks. "Eddie...I've had a crush on you since the first day I saw you."

“Damn! So I take it you’ve had a...” he leans towards you, grinning. “Crush on me for quite a while?” He chuckles, the smile on his face widening, his dimples deepening with glee and excitement.

Your breath hitches in your chest as those dimples you love so much make an appearance. "Yes, you dofus. I've had a crush on you for two years!"

“Holy Jesus!” He says breathily, his eyebrows raising. “Two whole years?” He shakes his head. “And I never knew! Man, I feel like a complete moron.” He chuckles, his eyes widening in surprise. He smiles warmly at you.

"Well, I didn't know how you would react. You're my best friend, and I never want to mess that up," you play with the bandages, looking at them intensely. A sudden shyness and anxiousness to know if he feels the same way takes over your body. 

He chuckles. “Aw, c'mon, even if I didn’t feel the same way towards you, I would never hold it against you. I love you, and I always will—crush or not. You’ll always be my best friend,” he smiles gently, looking into your eyes.

You tilt your head in confusion, "Wait. So you do or don't have a crush on me?"

He nods, his eyes glowing brightly—a big, wide grin on his face. “Oh, I do. Don’t you worry about that.” He chuckles, reaching for your hands, gently caressing your palms with his thumbs. He looks so happy to hear how you feel about him.

A smile curves your lips as you watch his thumbs caressing your palms. "Good," You turn your hand over and clasp his hands in yours, tugging him slightly closer to you. "So you and me. Tomorrow. The arcade?" You ask him nervously.

“The arcade it is!” He grins widely, the smile on his face not going away. “See you then?” He says, his fingers entwining with yours. He takes in how beautiful you are.

You let him pull you up and walk to his trailer door, his hand in yours. When you both reach the door, you turn to him and say, "4 pm. It's a date." Before leaning up on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek, and then bolting out his front door into the rain, beelining for your family's trailer at the back of the park.

He watches you as you run out into the rain, a wide, genuine grin on his face, his eyes shining brightly with pure happiness.

[chained-sweater]

୨୧ passionate poets

— a/n : prompt two for day two of @outsidersweek. the poems used in this story are not mine. they belong to their rightful owners.

— characters : ponyboy "pony" curtis, dallas "dally" winston

— timeline : one year post-canon (my au)

— warnings !! : none

— chapters : 2/7

— word count : 800

it was a cool august evening. i sat on the front porch smoking a cigarette, watching as the sun began to set. it was hard to believe a year had already gone by since the windrixville incident. johnny'd been discharged from the hospital a while back and his hands had healed enough that he could walk with his crutches. my hair had started growing back, the ends still bleached. i didn't want to cut them off. they reminded me of how i went through so much trauma and still made it out alive. besides, i liked them. they made me look cool.

i blew out a smoke ring just as i heard a whistle. it started low and long and ended on a high note. i blinked, and saw dally walking over.

"hey, kiddo," he said, sitting down next to me. "whatta ya doin'?"

i handed him a weed. "jus' watchin' the sun," i answered, looking back over at the sunset. the sky had turned a pretty pink, with gold glittering on the horizon. it made me smile.

dally blew out a plume of smoke. "why d'ya watch these things, anyway?" he asked, cocking up an eyebrow. "they're nuthin' special."

"they're special to me," i said, taking a long drag of my weed.

"mmhmmm," dally said, gazing at the sunset. "that's a lotta gold there, huh? gold and red."

i remembered a conversation i had with johnny in the church. i smiled. "nature's first green is gold," i said softly.

dally turned to me. "what?" he asked gruffly.

"nature's first green is gold,

her hardest hue to hold.

her early leaf's a flower;

but only so an hour.

then leaf subsides to leaf.

so eden sank to grief.

so dawn goes down to day.

nothing gold can stay."

dally stared at me. "what?" he asked dumbly after a long pause.

"it's a robert frost poem," i explained, tossing my cigarette snub at the ground and stepping on it. "i told johnny about it while we was at the church. he liked it." the memory made me smile.

dally blinked. "uh huh," he said. he flicked his ashes away and his eyes returned to the sunset. "you read poetry?"

i shrugged. "sometimes," i said.

dally nodded.

we were quiet for a while, watching the sun as it melted away into the horizon, until dally said, "i shall not live in vain."

it was my turn to be confused. "huh? i said.

"if i can stop one heart from breaking,

i shall not live in vain;

if i can ease one life the aching,

or cool one pain,

or help one fainting robin

unto his nest again,

i shall not live in vain."

i gaped at him. "you know emily dickinson?" i asked breathlessly.

dally chuckled under his breath. "yeah," he said. something in his eyes turned soft. "my da loved her poetry," he said quietly. he blinked rapidly, drawing in a deep breath.

i tilted my head, staring at him curiously. "really?" i asked, voice soft. "did he read her stuff to ya?"

dally nodded. "yeah," he mumbled, voice wavering slightly. "he...he did. he'd read her poems to me every night before bed." he tossed his weed away; i noticed his hand was shaking. "he'd go to our neighbor across the hall where we lived and ask her to translate the poems so he could understand 'em." he was talking way too fast and his voice was shaking. "our neighbor was one of his friends he'd known back in russia and she knew english, so she'd translate them for him so he could read 'em to me. sometimes mama'd come in and listen. she liked hearing him read; helped calm her down." he stopped, staring blankly down at the ground. he was trembling, and his eyes were wide and his face was real white. (well, whiter than usual. dally was real pale.)

suddenly he jumped to his feet. "i'll see you later," he said hastily, swiftly walking away from me. he tripped over his feet a couple times before he got himself under control, and kept on jogging away. i watched him until he was gone.

the sun had gone down and the air was chilly. i got up and went inside, sitting on the sofa, my mind reeling. dally never talked about his parents; his real parents, that is. he never said why. i always thought it's because something bad happened to them, or they abandoned him. that last one didn't seem real probable to me anymore. from what dally said, it sounded like his parents cared about him. or his dad did, anyway. i was still unsure about his mom. but i suppose i could find out about her another day.

୨୧ end of prompt two

[kentocidal]

menthol and tobacco

users: osamu dazai // chuuya nakahara // atsushi nakajima // doppo kunikida // ryuunosuke akutagawa // fyodor dostoyevsky // ango sakaguchi x gn! reader

internal warnings: cigarettes, smoking, nsft (kunikida, ango), ask to tag !!

internal notes: got hit w a community label first time around so we trying again. if anyone opens their mouth to me abt writing abt smoking in the year 2023 i swear to god i'm gonna get real belligerent real fast. anyway. the inherent eroticism of sharing a cigarette with someone you care about. yeah.

osamu dazai — he lights his cigarette first, standing outside the closed cafe that sits beneath the armed detective agency’s headquarters at sunset. he lets his eyes close as he takes a deep inhale of the cigarette, holding it between his fingers. you feel around for your own pack, finding it successfully in your coat pocket, but you lost your lighter during the fight earlier. you were still bleeding from a cut at your temple; dazai had come out unscathed. you made a displeased noise as you put the cigarette between your lips - “can i have a light?” dazai opened his eyes and glanced at you before smiling in that foxlike way of his, taking a step closer to you in the orange sunset. he leaned towards your face to press the end of his cigarette to yours, eyes locked on your own. it proved an effective method — your cigarette took light and allowed you to take in a breath of smoke. “there, darling. better now?”

chuuya nakahara — chuuya grunts as he takes a seat on one of the couches in the main port mafia building, rubbing his gloved hands down his face and completely deflating into the cushions. overworked, exhausted, battered and bruised, he was frankly quite fed up with the day’s—no, the week’s—workload. he dropped his hands from his face and was met with yours as you stood over him from behind the couch, watching him intently. he squinted at you, about to snap at you for trying to sneak up on him, but instead you showed him a cigarette that you held between your fingers. he blinked once, twice, and then gave a curt nod. your free hand moved under his chin to keep his head tipped back against the couch as you placed the cigarette between his lips for him, and lit it. your hand did not leave the tender column of his throat as he sucked down the smoke. “seriously, i’m convinced you can read minds or somethin’. thanks, dear.”

atsushi nakajima — atsushi didn’t smoke often. he was around it a lot, sure, but he never really picked them up himself. at least, not often enough that he would have his own pack in his pocket. when he woke up in the hospital bed in the detective agency after a long night fighting and staying awake with yosano, his fingers were twitching and the compulsion set heavily in his muscles. you were there, and he sat up slowly with a grunt, mumbling something about cigarettes. you were quick to sit up with him and fumble around in your pockets, having been sat at his bedside waiting for him to come to. you placed the cigarette between his shaking fingers, letting him place it between his lips, and you leaned in to light it for him. “thank you. sorry for, uh, scaring you. it might happen again though… thank you.”

doppo kunikida — cigarette smoking was against his ideals. he never has purchased them, and never planned to. he was meant to stay in top shape for as long as his body could hold on. despite this, however, you had always been there to throw wrenches into his plans. when you collapsed to the bed after your orgasm and fussed on the nightstand for the pack of cigarettes, he was watching. with rapt attention he watched your unsteady hands fumble with the pack of cigarettes, struggling to get one out, placing it between your lips. you quietly asked if it was okay, but you were already lighting it while in his bed. he had barely caught his breath, still feeling the endorphins flow, but he could already feel his blood starting to pump again as smoke poured from your lips. he reached to take it from your mouth with his rough fingers, and took a meager drag from it. “i hope you understand that if you were anyone else, i would have kicked you out of my house. lay back.”

ryuunosuke akutagawa — he shouldn’t be smoking considering his bad cough, but you found him again in an alley by pure chance, watching the way his lithe fingers tapped the ash off the end of a cigarette as he stood against the wall. you hopped down from your perch on the roof and stalked closer to him, hands in your pockets. he glanced at you as he brought the cigarette to his mouth again to take another drag. you stood off to the side, not exchanging words with him for fear of anyone catching you. he blew the smoke out through his dry lips, letting it cloud in the air and disappear. then, he extended his hand to you, offering it to you for a drag. you knew you shouldn’t be doing this, not with him, and yet you reached your own hand out to take it from him and feel his fingertips against yours.

fyodor dostoyevsky — it was a regularly scheduled visit. you had snuck the cigarettes and the matches into a high security prison, a feat that you had never imagined. maybe cigarettes weren’t banned items, but matches… they had to be, right? it didn’t matter as you rounded the corner and finally stopped in front of the holding cell where your darling was waiting for you with a smile, his arms looped around the bars and his face close up to them. you didn’t smile back, as you really needed to keep the lawyer thing up for the cameras, but your eyes flashed with adoration as you stepped closer to the bars and showed him the cigarettes and the matches. he laughed softly as your deft fingers pulled a cigarette from the box and held it up for him to take; he gladly took it in his mouth with a smile and allowed you to light it for him. “oh, my darling. you didn’t need to go so out of your way. you are such a sight for sore eyes. now, get me out of here so i can take you home, yes?”

ango sakaguchi — your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, lazily swirling your tongue and bobbing your head. you could hear him fumbling with something above you, but your eyes were shut and you were focused on clawing at his thighs and breathing through your nose. a hand suddenly fisted in your hair and pulled slightly, encouraging you to pull off with a wet pop and crawl upwards into his lap. the cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he guided you up and settled you on his thighs. he took a long drag and grabbed your chin, pulling your mouth close to his to breathe the smoke out and fill your lungs with it. “that’s it. you look so much better like this. good pet.”

[iamthecomet]

-scooches back in-

I had another thought, this one involves the "and there was only one bed" trope.

Okay, so, Mountain and Water!Dew don't get along, like, at all.

Like, even though Dew's element compliments Mountain's, his personality also kind of grates on him and vice versa, and it's to the point that Dew thinks Mountain just outright hates him, so he keeps giving him space, and Mountain thinks Dew hates him because he never wants to be around him.

Well, Terzo decides he wants to sleep in a "real bed" one night during tour and does a lottery of sorts to divvy out the rooms for everyone else, and Mountain and Dew wind up having to bunk together.

Something, something, Dew gets kind of worked up in the middle of the night and has an internal debate about staying in bed and trying to stay quiet while he whacks it or going to the bathroom, but he's worried getting up from the bed will wake Mountain up and-

Point of the matter is Mountain DOES wake up, but it's to the sound of Dew trying to cum in complete silence and fucking failing, so all Mountain hears is a sort "UH-hhhhuuuhhh~!"

And, well, Dew being a water ghoul is... he cums a lot more than he expected to, so Mountain is just... stiff as a board in two ways laying in bed while Dew pants and frantically tries to clean himself up and, oh.

Oh no.

Oh no, he can smell him.

And his hand just kind of...

Mountain swears up and down he was just trying to roll over, but his hand brushes right up against Dew's side...

Anyway, they end up breaking something and Dew can't jump around as much at the next show, and Mountain struggling to sit still the whole time he's sitting down.

-does a combat roll out of the ask box-

LAMP GET OUT OF MY HEAD. I routinely have thoughts about Dew curled up on his side, trying to jerk off quietly. Trying not to disturb whoever he's laying next to. Too lazy or tired or pissed off to get up and go to the bathroom. Convinced (incorrectly) that he can do this without them knowing. But he always gasps. Always makes a little noise, or goes a little too fast. Soaks the sheets. Makes it obvious. And in this scenario? So much worse. Dew knows he should get up. Knows it's a bad idea to do this next to someone who doesn't even like him. But Mountain's asleep, and Dew is exhausted but still too amped up from the show to get there. He doesn't want to drag his tired body to the bathroom. Doesn't want to stand, hunched over the toilet while he pulls at himself. He just buries his face in in the pillow and goes for it. Grinding the foam of it between his teeth as he leaks all over his hand and onto the bed. And he can't keep quiet. He tries, he can't. And he knows the second Mountain wakes up, a little jolt on the other side of him, but it's too late. He's already cumming, too much, too hard. And he can't think about how he's supposed to explain this, or how Mountain is probably going to actually kill him now. But, none of that happens. Mountain doesn't say a word. He brushes up against Dew, accidentally or not. Reaches over, drags Dew's sticky hand away from his cock and to his own lips, sucking those messy fingers into his mouth while Dew looks back at him in shock and his cock twitches valiantly against his thigh and he's not tired at all anymore--not even a little bit. They get a lot of side-eyes the next day. They still aren't exactly talking. But Mountain's got some deep bruises on his neck, and when Dew puts his hands over his head to stretch and his shirt rides up everyone sees matching ones on his waist. Swiss has to pay Aether five bucks for losing the bet on whether they'd fuck or fight.

[mkcannothelpyou]

NG (Kirara-Utage)

AK/Kinktober 2023, Day 6: “Harness”

"Kirara, I'm gonna be honest? This is insane, like, in a good way. This rules coming from you. You go, girl, get it." Utage pats her on the shoulder.

"You're okay with all of that stuff? Like, all of it is stuff we can do? Because I know some of it is kind of extreme especially towards the back end and if it's going to be hard to manage in a logistical or whatever sense we can…"

"Kirara, girl, deep breath." DEEP breath. Okay, Kirara, try that again.

"So this is good?"

Utage lazily scans Kirara's semi-stream-of-consciousness three-bullet-point itinerary again. "The bed, I can dial up Closure and she'll let us play for free for, basically? Like, as long as you want."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Kirara's not even gonna question how Utage gets Closure to do stuff for free in the first place. Riajuu powers.

"'Rope under clothes', yeah, we can do that. You wanna go rough or smooth? I've got some spare guest rope and some kinda, like, hempy stuff too?"

"Can—can I see?"

"Right now? Sure~." Huh? She just keeps that stuff in her closet? Wait, how exactly does Utage's closet even work, Kirara's seeing a lot of depth in there that doesn't look like it should fit and there's some suspicious shapes way in the back and "Catch."

"GYAGH! Sorry, you just surprised me, that was really fast, thank you." Kirara lets Utage sling some coils of plastic rope over one arm and… wow, this is like real deal straw-type stuff on the other.

"I gotcha, girl. Just lemme know what you think. Anyway, the suitcase thing too, totally. I've even got this kind of special one, I can show you after."

"That's…" Kirara is clenching her fists and screwing her eyes shut as hard as possible to resist the temptation to grab her phone back and type on that because as long as she's pushing herself out of her comfort zone tonight she may as well really hammer out her communication too. "That's amazing, Utage, I actually love you—"

"Love you too, babe. Sorry, no takesie-backsies in my room." …Kirara didn't even get the time to regret blurting that confession out. She knew actually hooking up with Utage would be going in deep, but this is deep. Honestly, forget a fear of all the steps, she was way less prepared for there to be basically no steps at all. "Sooo, which rope are you thinking?"

"Uh, probably the smooth one to start? I don't really know, I was kind of trying to tie myself on my own with, um… with power cords." Does Utage hate her yet? Oh my god, she's still smirking.

Utage takes the rougher coils and casually slings them backwards blind into the closet, which as far as Kirara can hear was a complete success. "You got, like, power cords long enough for shibari?"

"Not really, I guess I was just curious if I could tie myself to stuff and…"

Somehow the twinkle in Utage's eyes makes Kirara feel as if she's divulged a little too much information. "Want me to treat you?"

"Huh?" Wait, the rope's. Wait. Kirara looks down. It's. Huh? "How did you…"

"I know that's over your clothes, but you gotta test this kinda stuff first, right? Tell me if that's too tight, like, especially the armpits and stuff."

"It…'s not." At least she doesn't think so, it feels perfect. Kirara twists around a little as she stares over her sudden transformation—alternating sparingly in diamonds from her shoulders down her torso, then a gratifyingly tight figure-eight that runs through each hip groove, loops behind and back down, and crosses straight beneath oh my god, she was this close to touching me. Every piece of clothing she's wearing is bound so tightly against her skin that it's kind of giving her a taste for a sensation she didn't even know she had, meanwhile. She's… wow, Kirara is kind of majorly distracted drinking in the fact she actually has a harness on. The… the way it feels on her is so cool, oh my god, she's actually in this. Her desire to squirm is tied by her desire to just admire Utage's handiwork.

Speaking of. "I didn't even see how you…"

"Aha~! Literally, don't even worry. You like it?"

Kirara fiercely nods. She would not believe.

"Wanna get tied to something?"

Kirara keeps fiercely nodding.

Kirara is not prepared for Utage to lift up her shirt in response.