#i'm slowly clawing my way out of this fic hole though

[potofsoup]

So.... I kind of accidentally fell into a Batfam fic hole for the past 3+ months and ... ::checks:: read >1000 fics??? Ooops?

Anyway, a fic rec list below the cut -- don't think anything is particularly surprising for anyone who is actually in the batfam fandom, since I stuck to the greatest hits, but in case you're like "Soup, how did you fall into a hole this deep for this long", under the cut are ~20 fics, organized by length. Mostly Tim-centric hurt/comfort because I'm basic like that. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

- Hot Cat on a Tin Roof by Arsenic (4k) This one is super cute -- basically Tim is an omega who has been hiding his heats because his parents were shit and never taught him otherwise, but then Jason finds out and of course mother-hens aggressively.

- phantom pain by envysparkler (5k) A great entry in the category of "Jason finds out that Tim's home life is miserable" -- in this case, he finds out that Tim's dad beats him through an accidental pain transference spell. Tim's dad gets his comeuppance.

- transaction by envysparkler (7k) The one where kid!Tim is touch-starved and goes to pay prostitute!Jason for hugs.

- The Second Stage by nightwalker (8k) Short and full of feels: basically Tim is touch-starved and determined not to bleed on anyone. Unfortunately his family finds out and he gets lots of cuddles.

- Brother Wanted by Vamillepudding (11k) Hilarious one where Tim puts out an ad for a brother and Jason accidentally answers. I love the little!Tim characterization here.

- 1-800-ROBIN by spqr (12k) A great entry in the "Jason Todd finds out and forcibly adopts Tim into the Batfam" category, all told through a series of phone calls. Great Jason Todd voice.

- Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines by SilverSkiesAtMidnight (13k) Tim's parents remain horrible! In this one, they make Tim food-insecure by cutting his food-buying budget and Tim, of course, tries to solve the problem himself. Eventually people figure it out and Tim ends up in a much better place.

- Tell Me I Am by potofrogs (15k) Basically trans!Tim gets kidnapped by Ras and made his "queen", saves himself and comes back to Gotham, and ... manages to recover, confront the Bats and stake out his own life in a generally healthy manner?!! I like that in this one, he doesn't immediately fall back into the Batfam gravity well and instead figures out what he actually wants.

- A Meditation on Railroading by eggmacguffin (25k) Wow this is an amazing fic about gaslighting. It's about Tim being abandoned in Atlanta by his shitty dad and deciding to train-hop his way home. I feel like I understand gaslighting better now.

- The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne by theskeptileptic (25k) This is a fic where Tim plans to fake his own death and run away to Canada to start a new life. Features hilarious little!Tim logic -- I love how his plans are both very smart but also very stupid at the same time, because he's 11.

- Missed Calls by nightwalker (26k) 5 times that Tim's dad didn't pick up the phone and one time he did. A particularly good rendition of the "Tim's parents are neglectful" trope. A good 5+1 really explores the range of the premise, and this fic delivers.

- His Head is Bloody, but Unbowed by gunpowder_and_pearls (26k) A great Jason POV fic! I love the way this fic captures what Jason's life would be like if he didn't end up getting adopted by Bruce -- the precariousness of trying to hold down two jobs as a 16-year-old and also dealing with a not-healthy home life. (It's okay, he befriends Nightwing and Robin)

- exception by cassiopeia721 (27k) A good character piece where Tim is taught that he's the "exception" -- exceptionally bright and mature, and therefore "kid" rules don't apply to him. Which doesn't do well for his emotional development, of course, as he deals with family neglect and also getting beaten up by Jason Todd.

- a Robin by any other name by redrobin1989 (33k) I love me some identity porn, and in this one, Tim still becomes Robin but refuses to tell Batman who he is. It really does some fun stuff with the "Batman and Tim!Robin is just a professional relationship" premise. (They figure it out in the end)

- Red Letter Day by silverwhittlingknife (41k, 9/? chapters) This is a wip, but deffo worth reading! Basically Dick is trying to be single-parent to Damian and barely keeping all the balls in the air. There's a mysterious calendar date that's marked as super important but he can't remember what it is. He thinks it's for Damian (but it's pretty clear by chapter 2 that it's for Tim). It's got an interesting Dick & Tim dynamic in that they hang out and obviously care about each other, but also there's too many things left unsaid (but Dick is really trying his best!)

- Banshee In A Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee) (43k) In this one, Tim keeps dying and coming back to life. It doesn't leave any emotional trauma around self-worth at all, no sirree. Nor does it feed into Tim's self-sacrifice tendencies at all, either, of course not.

- Dead Boys Don't Scream by Year_of_Summer (49k, 15/26 chapters) Wow I love this fic. Tim feeling neglected by Batfam? check. Tim running off and trying to solve problems himself with an overly-convoluted plan and zero survival instinct? check. Tim making friends despite himself? check. Super cool siren/merpeople mythology? check. All the angst upon Tim's return? check. This fic hasn't hit the comfort part of hurt/comfort, but it's expertly written and I definitely trust the author to deliver! Definitely worth a subscribe.

- The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks (52k) So lots of fics have this arc of "Tim feels shut out from the Batfam and eventually does something so drastic that the Batfam is forced confront their issues." Which I love! But sometimes I want the Batfam to notice earlier, for them to try to fix things but it's hard and rocky because they're different people with different traumas and hangups. This fic delivers beautifully.

- buy back the secrets by sundiscus (71k, 5/6 chapters) I love the characterizations in this one, particularly Kon! It's a super cute Tim/Kon fic where Kon doesn't know that Tim is Red Robin. Great plotting, too! It only has 1 more chapter to go, so you know things are going to be resolved and okay :)

- Northern Attitude (I Was Raised on Little Light) by theskeptileptic (79k, 16/18 chapters) I absolutely love this writer. Tim is, of course, miserable in this fic (because he wants to be part of the Batfam but his parents basically blackmailed Tim into staying with them and continuing all the child abuse), but everything eventually works out! Tim is a great self-rescuing princess, and my heart of hearts goes out to the AMAZING Jason POV in chapter 20 (which works as a standalone, though it slightly spoils a bit of the plot), where you really FEEL how much Jason loves literature and uses that to guide his life.

[and two bonus super long ones:]

- Liminal Space by Calamityjim (77k) Oh man this fic series has such great comics-style plot! There's inter-dimensional travel, time travel, an utterly manic!Tim who comes up with the best/worst plans. I also ~love~ the YJ!Bart from a dystopian future who uses "crash" and "mode". Oh, and Tim is deeply flawed (and should not be allowed to do dimensional travel), but he still finds a loving, supportive family. (Warning: if you do go further in this fic series, the last fic of the series, "Collapse", is aggressively NOT kind to Clark Kent.)

- Finding the Line by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday (130k) In this one, Dick actually catches Damian trying to kill Tim, and as a result, actually gets Damian and Tim to reconcile before Tim runs off. Then the Batkids basically work together to bring Bruce back, find a magical macguffin, defeat the League of Assassins, and stop a complete re-write of reality. Great characterization and a fun comic plot.

[yourlocalstranger123]

||Mermaid Miguel||

Artist: NikSaf (or NikSaf_art) app: Twitter

Note: I'm using a translator for Spanish. You can correct me if you want. [The way I made this fic so random]

When it said: "I can't eat raw fish" (but, for sure, we're gonna eat some raw fish 🤭) [help. I'm being held hostage by my friend unless I type this. Help]

Part 2 —

Honestly. You were just on a small land, but enough resources to live at least. You're the only person who lives there, but some people visit left and right sometimes. You had a very calm and peaceful life until you accidentally....fish out a VERY big....fish?

You dragged him up even though he was a little heavy with both of your arms hooked with his or just. Straight up carrying him princess style. (Or even dragging him by the tail)

You. Were. Stunned.....you fished out a Merman?! Honestly, you thought mermaids were just fairytales, but I guess not since you're seeing one right now! (Damn, but this one is a hot lookin fish— I mean. Merman)

You were panicking. Should you run? Or check if it's alive? Ask him if he's ok? Wait. Can he even speak english? Or can he even speak at all??? While you were in the abyss of your thoughts, the unknown merman just stared at you.

When you finally collected your thoughts, you felt water spashing on you, well. Not that much. It's more like sprinkling since he's just shaking his hair from the water. He suddenly backed away from you, claws open. (Wait....fish has claws?—)

You put both of your hands in the air as a sign of peace. Not wanting to be looked as a threat. He tilted his head and just slowly backed away, slipping back into the water. Welp, that's gonna be the last time you'll ever see such a beauty again.

You laid there, fishing rod in your hand as you wait for a fish to pull on the string. Basking in the sunlight in such comfort that you could fall asleep if it wasn't for a certain stare burning a hole through you...

Miguel frowning as he watched you just sitting there. Not even bothering to look who was staring at you and just letting them. (Him)

He wonders why you're just. There. You don't even bother going back to that place called a city. You just. Stayed. He's been actually stalking watching you for a while. Waiting for the moment for you to leave to make his heart stop racing and ache.

But not for a single moment, you never left. He even tried many tactics to make you leave, like leaving fish blood, dead bodies of ocean animals, or anything! But. You just...shrugged.

He became increasingly interested in you. Even to the point his tail is wagging like a dog waiting for its owner excitedly. He found out you fell asleep as he sneakily went up to you, dragging his body with his arms. Finally, getting a good look on you, he felt memorized.

Before he left, he tried nuzzling his face to yours, feeling the soft flesh against his. Just like how he saw other humans showing physical affection to each other. Feeling satisfied, he left in a swift motion before you woke up.

The next day, you decided to fish again as it's now your hobby since it's been a bit boring ever since you came to the land. You flinched when you felt a hand that felt like it was soaked in water, taking off your hat that was covering your face.

You see the same handsome merman, looking at you in curiosity. Pausing as you don't know what to do. You put your hand out for him since he kept staring at it as if interested. He slowly and softly put his head on your hand. Nuzzling it as his tail seemed to swish left to right in a wagging motion.

You were about to say something until he went back into the water and after a few minutes, he rose up from the water with a fish in his mouth. He went closer to you, reaching for your lap as he dropped the fish in your hands.

"You....want me to eat this?"

He nodded. Oh. Wait. Seems like he knows english-

You just put it back behind your back, "thanks. I will, uhh, eat it later."

He frowned. Making you feel very nervous. So you just tried walking away to get things to maybe make a fireplace so you can at least cook it to make it edible for you. He noticed this and grabbed your wrist, thinking that your leaving him.

He pulled you over to him, hugging you tightly and not letting go. "Uhh...Mermaid man, im trying to-"

"My name is....Miguel. Not Mermaid Man."

You were stunned. He could also speak? You patted his head as he snuggled you closer.

"no me dejes solo...por favor?"

You paused. Thinking what to do. You'll just simply tell him, "I can't eat raw fish, pretty boy."

He paused at the mention to him as pretty boy. He quickly lets you go, looking away so you can't see the blush on his face. You quietly went away, getting some wood for the fireplace.

After you come back, you see him, miguel in the water, waiting for you. You patted your lap as Miguel hesitantly but hurryingly comes over to you. He flinched when you put a wet towel on his neck where his gills were but slowly got comfortable. (I think Mermaids need their gills to not be dry so they can breathe)

He watches you cook the fish and take a bite out of it. You offered one to him as he took a bite out of it. After a few minutes, he tugged your sleeves. Looking at you as if waiting for you to feed him again. Sighing, you broke off a piece and fed it to him.

Maybe living with a Merman isn't so bad after all.

[mixsethaddams]

WIP Word Search!

Five words to search in your WIPs, tagged from @riality-check. Thank you 🥰

My words were think, baby, hum, beautiful, and silence. All of these stories are unpublished in any way just yet. Let's get into it!

Think. The Interview Series.

"I think..." said Steve, carefully considering the stitching of both t-shirts in his hands. "This one. This is hand-stitched so I'm saying it's more expensive. See, here?"

Eddie leaned in to take a look, but instead of agreeing his brow furrows even more.

"I still think it's the other one," he mumbles, tugging at the other t-shirt. "It's way softer,"

Baby. Only Blue Or Black Days. (Big Bang fic).

"He's acting like a baby for attention," sneered Mr. Harrington. "My wife is a nurse, she checked him over. He's fine,"

"Your...wife..." said Eddie slowly. "His mother. Knows about this?"

Steve could hear the strain in Eddie's voice. He tried to lift his arm to grab hold of his sleeve to tell him it's fine, calm down, it's really no big deal. His arm just flopped down heavily over the side of the lounger.

"Yes," said Mr. Harrington firmly. "She gave him some pain medicine and he went on his way. He doesn't need anyone poking into his business, I'm sure he's terribly embarrassed at the state he's gotten himself into,"

Hum. Honey Don't Feed Me, I Will Come Back.

Being back was great. Of course it was, anything would be better than the rotting hole he was stuck in for six weeks before his friends helped him to claw his way out. But being here, now, in the warm sunshine with a cold beer and listening to everyone chat around him? Bliss.

Eddie was happiest about the fact that he seemed to have come back totally unchanged. Everyone expected some sort of power or abnormality to manifest, the super secret doctors tested his brain function twice a day for ten days, but he was just the same Eddie as ever.

There was one thing though.

It was small, small enough to ignore if he really tried to. It was a feeling more than anything, something that hummed in the back of his mind. Eddie came back completely normal, except for now he was able to see that Steve Harrington never was.

Beautiful. Unnamed stalker!Steve fic, based on this post.

Steve was practically giddy on Tuesday evening. Wednesday morning meant he'd have Eddie in his little cubicle, showing him how to fix the last of those little mistakes he'd made last week.

Steve painstakingly ironed his slacks and made sure his work shirt was perfectly crisp and starched. He picked his very best sweater and tried on three different ties.

He wondered if Eddie would be putting so much effort into his appearance tomorrow. Probably, Steve decided. It wasn't like Eddie wouldn't look beautiful even in a black sack with tissue boxes on his feet, but Steve just knew that he was at home right now primping his curly hair with just as much anticipation as Steve was choosing his socks.

Silence. Unnamed fic based on this tweet.

Eddie was sick of being met with silence whenever he tried to show empathy. It wasn't like they hadn't gone through the same thing. It's what brought them together, after all.

Steve just shook his head and turned away.

"You wouldn't get it," he told Eddie. "It's fine, I don't need to talk about it,"

"Obviously you do, Steve," called Eddie, just as the door of the trailer slammed behind Steve. It hit Eddie's heart like a gunshot.

This was a lot of fun!

Tagging with no pressure: @mojowitchcraft , @eddywoww , @henderdads , @legitcookie , @harmonictechnicality , @kickassfu and anyone else who wants to take part!

Your words are: Gasp, Soft, Shake, Quiet, Heavy.

[mothlover69]

Hey hi hello. Remember when I mentioned I wrote a small fic about the Doctor? Here it is!

CW for mild angst but that's all

Hunted. I was being hunted. I could hear claws scraping the floor, loud, wet snuffling, the sounds that meant my pursuer was not far behind. I sucked in a breath meant to calm my racing heart but with little success.

I wasn't allowed to have a normal life, not that I even wanted one. Even when I tried, something like this was bound to happen. A great alien creature, thankfully blind, but with a sense of smell that more than made up for it, that seemed intent on stalking me. Because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and because my luck was shit.

I contemplated my next move, wondering if I should make a run for it and pray to whatever might be listening. My heart thudded so loudly I worried it would give me away.

A nearby door opened and a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling my into darkness. I started to let out a surprised noise, but a finger pressed itself to my lips, hushing me.

Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dim light, and a familiar face came into focus. My heart squeezed painfully at the sight of those beautiful brown eyes.

"Spray this on yourself; it'll disguise your scent and the creature'll lose your trail," the Doctor whispered in a rushed whisper, pressing a perfume bottle into my hands.

"What is it?" I asked, voice low, doing as he instructed without hesitation. The smell wasn't terribly unpleasant, rather earthy in an odd way.

He made a face. "Might be best not to know."

In the past I might have pushed the issue, too curious for my own good, but I wasn't quite in the mood to be talking to him right now. In fact, being face to face with him in close quarters like this was the exact opposite of what I wanted to be doing right now.

Once upon a time, the Doctor was the most important person in my life. Once upon a time, I had loved him and foolishly believed that he loved me in return. Until the day he dropped me on Earth and disappeared, leaving a timelord shaped hole in my heart. Essentially, he was my ex boyfriend, though a term so common didn't quite fit someone as fantastical as him. I guess I didn't quite fit with him either.

Actually, I'd quite like to wrap up this whole alien business so I could go back to trying (and failing) to not think about him.

"You got a plan?" I whispered, knowing that the answer was probably No.

He shrugged. "I'm gonna ask it to leave."

He was too close, his familiar scent assaulting my senses, but there really wasn't any room at all in here. Was this a closet or something?

"You think you can get out an entire sentence before it mauls you?"

"You know, lots of alien life find Earth to be toxic, like their systems literally cannot handle it here. It's fascinating, really, how something necessary to sustain life here, like water, will kill them. Very, uh, Wizard of Oz." he rambled as though responding to a completely different conversation.

"I'm guessing our friend out there is one of them?" Maybe I could lure it into the bathroom and give it a swirly.

"Right."

"Sounds to me like we've got our last resort figured out," I said, knowing that he would avoid killing anything at all costs. Who knows, maybe reasoning with it would work.

"You're safe now, by the way. Smelling like that it won't even register you’re there."

I nodded my understanding and thanks. "Guess I'll, uh, leave. Locate the nearest bucket of water in case things get too hairy."

Something in his eyes shifted. "Logan. I-" he stopped, swallowing.

I didn't want to hear it. Whether it was a lame apology or another rejection, it didn't matter. Id been dodging him since he appeared in his blue box and I wasn't about to stop now. I hurriedly opened the door and began to rush out of there, when his hand caught my wrist again.

I went to protest but he spun my towards him and crushed his mouth to mine. Tears sprang to my eyes and I halfheartedly tried to pull away before my body betrayed me and I melted against him. Desperation sharpened the kiss, which only made the tears start to leak from the corners of my eyes. He pressed himself against me, hand still tight around my wrist, his lips devouring mine.

And then just as suddenly, it ended, and he was pulling away from me. I stood as if frozen, my lips slightly parted in surprise, and a little swollen from the kiss.

"What the hell?" I said.

I didn't often see the Doctor blush, but he sure was now. "Sorry, I just..."

"You left me. You ended things. Why would you..."

He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, desperation in his eyes. "I made a mistake."

My heart wrenched. Right. Kissing me was just another mistake.

"I shouldn't have run. Wasn't terribly clever of me," he leaned in closer, his face earnest, sincere. How could I possibly believe him?

"But you did. It's been five years, Doctor. You realize that, don't you?"

"I'm back now," he pointed out.

"But not for me. No, there just happens to be another alien crisis, which you just can't stay away from. Don't pretend otherwise," I snapped.

He reached out again, brushing away more tears. I hadn't even realized I was still crying. This time he let his hand rest on my cheek, a tender gesture that had my heart squeezing painfully once more. I couldn't help it; I leaned my face into his palm.

"Stop being so nice when you're just gonna leave again," I muttered.

"I'd rather not leave without you again," he said.

I couldn't answer. I knew that my choice was already made, that if he opened the TARDIS doors for me, I would not hesitate.

Later, I would make him explain exactly why he did what he did. Later, we would talk and figure things and make up.

Now, I grabbed his collar and tugged him down so I could kiss him, soft and earnest

[dagger-n-ravvi]

Chapter Eight: Don't Tell Me What To Do

Riddle and Floyd find themselves trapped. They make a call, and receive a surprising answer.

No warnings for this one!

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A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47890741/chapters/120739675

The final notes of a haunting lullaby fade from Riddle's memory as he wakes. It's quite dark, but he can still hear Floyd breathing underneath him, and feel his arms wrapped snugly around his back and shoulders.

“Mnnnnnnnnn… ” Riddle rests his cheek against Floyd’s chest with a soft, drowsy churr. He must have slept with him all night. What time is it? It's so dark that it's hard to tell. 

"Floyd?” he yawns. ”Are you awake?"

"Mmmnghhh..." Below him, a yellow eye opens just long enough to give him a petulant look before closing again. "Nooooo."

The bioluminescent stripes across Floyd’s body flicker dimly, and then grumpily go out. 

"You very clearly are." Riddle sighs, rubbing his eyes. As much as he loves cuddling, his body is cramped and he needs to stretch. At least his own bioluminescent stripes are getting brighter the more he wakes, making it easier to see. 

"Go back to sleep if you like. I'm going to...?" Riddle reaches forward, and his hand runs into something cold and solid where the exit of the sleeping cubby should be. He squints through the darkness at it, deeply confused.

“… What?” Frowning, he wiggles backward, trying not to jostle Floyd as he feels along the walls of the tube. Did he get turned around…? He thought that-

"Oof!" Riddle winces as something heavy falls forward around his neck. He reaches up to feel, and his fingers immediately run into a heavy collar with a bone-chillingly familiar, heart-shaped lock. His eyes go wide with shock and disbelief, and he frantically reaches for a spell to blast open the cubby. Nothing happens, not even a flicker, but it can’t be, it CAN’T-!

"Floyd, wake up! The cubby is sealed off and I’ve been collared! BY MY OWN MAGIC!"

"WHAT?!" Floyd's eyes snap open and his stripes flare to life, immediately revealing an identical, heart-shaped collar around his own neck. He doesn’t seem to notice it at first as he cranes his head backward, and then tries to swim out of the tube. His hands immediately run into something that looks like a thick sheet of magical ice. 

"JADE!" He draws his hand back with a snarl, visibly reaching for his magic to blast a hole in the ice. When nothing happens, he freezes, and then slowly looks down. "Jade...?" His hands find the magic-sealing collar, and his expression twists into disbelieving fury. "OH MY GOD, ARE YOU SERIOUS JADE?"

“Floyd, calm down-” Riddle flinches as he thrashes around and nearly hits him with his tail.

“NO!” Floyd pulls his arm back and gives the ice a vicious punch. It makes a muffled thud, and he yanks his hand back with a little hiss. "Owie." 

“Floyd, what does Jade have to do with this?” Riddle demands, pressing his back and arms to the ceiling of the cubby as Floyd scoots backward underneath him.

“EVERYTHING. DAMN IT JADE,” Floyd claws at the stone with a screech, like nails being drawn across a chalkboard. 

"AGH! Stop that,” Riddle covers his ears with a grimace, spotting a large packet wrapped in kelp leaves that was placed near the entrance of the tube. He snatches it up and turns it over in his hands. “Look! Our captor must have left this for us." 

He unwraps the kelp. It contains a small bag made of fine netting with a handful of live crabs in it, and a seashell like the one Floyd gave him last night to call the market guard.

"SoRrY tO hAve pUt yoU iN tHis preDicAmEnt," Floyd snarls out of nowhere in an angry, mocking tone. “NOT SORRY!”

“Floyd, we have a shell. We can call for help with it, right?” Riddle forces himself to keep a cool head, even though he badly wants to join Floyd in tearing their way out of here with sheer, destructive fury. “Here, I’ll call and you eat.” He picks up the bag of crabs and pushes them into his hands to keep him from clawing at the walls. “Eat a few of these.”

“Ughhhhh…” Floyd angrily grabs two crabs out of the bag and crunches through them with an indistinct grumble.

“Ok…” Riddle takes a deep breath and puts the shell to his ear, focusing firmly on Jade. There’s a moment of quiet, white noise that sounds faintly like ocean waves, and then a click as the call connects. 

“Jade. Are you the reason why we’re trapped?” Riddle demands immediately.

"Riddle Rosehearts! Good morning. I trust that you slept well?"

Riddle’s eyes narrow. The voice on the other end of the line doesn’t belong to Jade, but to Azul.

“AZUL. You have ten seconds to explain why you trapped us in here and took our magic away.” Riddle growls.

“Straight to the point? Yes, I suppose that’s warranted,” Azul sighs. “As Floyd so eloquently explained to Jade last night, my hold on your unique magic is… disappointingly flimsy. And while I agree that it was inexcusably rude for me to coerce you into lending it to me, I hoped to make up for it with the accommodations. Jade and Floyd’s parents have a lovely residence, and I took great pains to tailor a transformation potion to your needs. I hoped that these touches would encourage you to stay for the full duration of the contract…”

"SO YOU INTEND TO TRAP ME INSIDE A DARK, NARROW TUBE FOR TWO DAYS INSTEAD!? What in the world are you using my magic for!? When I get out of here I will teach you a lesson about this type of trickery! Mark my words-!" 

“LET ME OUT!” Floyd screams over him, slamming his shoulder into the ice.

"Alright, alright..." Jade's smooth tone comes soothingly over the line. "Riddle, I apologize. We will help you get back to the surface so you can be with your mother and father. I just thought you both might enjoy cuddling a while longer. My mistake…"

"Wha… " Riddle freezes, fear curling through the pit of his stomach as his mind stutters to a halt. "M-my..." 

MOTHER’S LAW (uNnUm#rD) CJ XDJVD-xTBKvyYBKLCfb

His mind locks up as he finds himself unable to remember which rules he’s even broken, but he KNOWS it’s so many that he can’t… he’s NEVER-

Drinking, Floyd , the flutters, the touches , the entire trip, Floyd blowing him kisses, drinking, churring, the way the his body’s bioluminescence flares so, so brightly whenever-

"What's wrong Riddle? Your mother must be very worried, yes…?"

“I-I-I…”

"Azul. Jade. Stop."

Floyd's voice is quiet, and his tone makes it clear that this is crossing a line. The phone goes silent, and Riddle can almost see Jade and Azul exchanging a surprised look. 

“… I apologize,” Jade tries.

"NO. Neither of you are the boss of me. Or Riddle," Floyd says in the same quiet, even tone. "I know you. Whatever you're doing? It's not gonna end the world if you can't finish it. So you can either let us OUT of here." 

He presses his fist against the ice blocking his way, glaring at it with an intense, and deeply angry expression. "You can let us out of here, or I'm gonna do a whole lot of thinking about how much I like being forced to make decisions."  

‘Floyd…’ Riddle stares at him. He’s never seen him act this seriously. Not for himself, and certainly not on another’s behalf. He’s standing up to Azul and Jade… just for him?

Azul hangs up the call. There’s a brief, silent moment, and then Riddle’s collars unlock, and fall away from their necks in a shimmer of spent magic. Riddle feels his neck in shock as Floyd sighs deeply, looking a little wistful, and a lot relieved. 

“He… he listened…” Riddle says numbly as a crab crawls across his tail, doing angry snips at the air with its claws. 

“Yeah. Nice to know he actually cares,” Floyd grumpily snags the crab off him and eats it in two bites. 

“I guess so.” Riddle blasts the ice barrier open with a shockwave of superheated water and swims out.

“Nghhhh…” He stretches his arms and tailfin with a deep, satisfied shiver. “That… was a surprise.”

“Yeah.” Floyd swims out of the cubby and carefully collects Riddle’s souvenirs into his shoulder bag. “C’mon, let’s go.” He holds out the bag for Riddle to take.

“Thank you.” Riddle slips his bag on, and then snags the net out of the cubby and eats another crab. He might as well take these for the road if they’re leaving now. Or the…swim. Since there aren’t roads. 

“Ah… will… everything be okay between you and your brother? I hope you realize that after this…” He looks up with a firm, angry glare. “I DO want payback.”

“Getchu back to the surface, like you wanted,” Floyd leads him through the hallway and out to the front door. “And then AFTER. After we get you up, maybe I help you get the payback.”

He slips his own shoulder bag on, and then hauls the front door open. 

“You’d do that?” Riddle quickly scoops up the last of his crabs, feeling a little better in spite of himself at their crispy texture and savoury flavour. He might as well enjoy these while he still had the oral equipment to do so.

“HA! Imma do it anyway. Those two have it COMING.” Floyd promises with a low chuckle.

“Hmph. Glad to hear it.” Riddle smiles, and offers the last crab to Floyd. “I’m just saying this now… these crabs are delicious, and that’s only because my mouth is different. I’m going to miss them.” 

“Well YEAH. Hee, I could bring one for you to try when we get up to the surface,” Floyd offers, crunching up the morsel with a little smile. “Just bite real soft. Human teeth are pathetic.”  

“I… appreciate the thought, but perhaps not. Better safe than sorry.” Riddle says delicately. He licks his lips with a little sigh, then swims over to Floyd and wraps his arms around his shoulders. “All right, let’s go.”

Floyd grabs his wrists, then takes off at full speed. Riddle watches the sealife zoom by with a deep, pensive sigh. Despite everything, a part of him wants to stay, and continue discovering the wondrous, new things that the deep has to offer. A single day really is quite short…  

“You can always come back~” Floyd offers with a tentative, hopeful tone. “Just let me know. The market is waaaaay better when it’s not tourist season.”

“That’s… true.” Riddle agrees, realizing that maybe this isn’t just a one-time visit. He can come back later, when he’s ready. Ideally when he’s more prepared, and making the decision of his own volition. 

And maybe with Floyd again as his tour guide~

As Floyd swims, points of deep, purple-blue light begin to appear just ahead of them. They quickly resolve themselves into an enormous school of jellyfish, made up of uncountable thousands of creatures. They drift serenely in the water, tentacles outstretched and heads marked with a distinctive, glowing flower pattern that reminds Riddle of a five-petaled rose. He can’t help but stare at them. Their glow and form is eerie, yet beautiful. 

“Twilight blue,” Floyd offers, coming to a gentle stop at the edge of the school. As Riddle watches over his shoulder, he baps a jellyfish on the head with one finger, right in the center of its flower pattern. The creature flips over, then flails gently, righting itself with the graceful serenity of a slow-motion hot-air balloon.

“Oh right. The twilight jelly migration,” Riddle realizes, peering into the school in bemusement and wonder. How can such creatures live like this? Just adrift with no direction. No worries. They don’t have brains to consider the future. They simply… are what they are.

“This is why the tourists come, yes?” Riddle nods toward a rocky outcropping below them. The elderly couple from the market are sitting down there with their camera, and an obnoxiously bright lantern. “How do these creatures migrate? They seem quite helpless.”

“They are,” Floyd baps another one with a little snicker. “The currents do a switchy-switch this time of year.”

He rotates his fingertips around each other in a way that seems to vaguely suggest something turning around and heading in a different direction. “The jellies are all just along for the ride. They can’t help getting pushed around, but they make a pretty light show. That’s where Vera’s twilight blue colour comes from. These little guys.”

He bops another on the head with his finger, sending it spiraling deeper into the group. Now that he’s mentioned it, Riddle can see that they’re the same, vibrant blue as the glass knives. 

“Don’t they sting?” Riddle wonders as Floyd continues to push his luck by bapping the jellyfish around.

“Only their tentacle bits.” Floyd sniggers, then intentionally sticks his fingers in one of the creature’s tentacles. They flick against his hand, and the jellyfish serenely bobs away. “Not that bad though.” 

He rotates his hand around, showing Riddle a few, mild red spots on his fingers. “These ones are kinda wimpy. Plus, if your skin is slimy, then the stingy bits get stuck before they can go all the way in. Jellyfish just aren’t that bad if you’re a mer. Not like WASPS.” Floyd shudders. “Why don’t humans have protective slime for wasps??”

“I don’t know. Humans just don’t have slimy skin. If they did, then no one could live in places like the desert. You’d dry out!” Riddle explains with a shrug. “So if I want to touch these, the tops are okay, but not the tentacles…” 

Curiously, Riddle pets one on the head. It’s squishy and pliant under his finger, the same texture as the jello-shots that started this whole, ridiculous trip. Its bioluminescence flares a little under his finger, but otherwise it doesn’t react at all. “It’s so jiggly… Wait, did you anger a hive of wasps?” 

“They looked so tasty,” Floyd mourns. He spears a jellyfish with his claws and pops it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “See, these guys just kinda taste like nothing, but wasps are just teeny, flying shrimpies. They sure get mad when you try ‘n taste them though, and they’re BITTER!” 

Riddle grimaces, silently deciding not to eat one of the jellyfish himself if they are tasteless. “I’ll take your word for it. So they just go throughout life aimlessly, then?” 

“Yeah. They’re too weak and little to fight the current. But they all bunch up like this for the migration.” Floyd bops another one on the head, sending it pinwheeling into one of its buddies with a gentle bounce. “They stick together, even if they can’t pick the direction they’re headed in.” 

“And yet they persist… one would think that they should be gone. Extinct. And yet… they’re still here. They must be doing something right.” Riddle pets another one with a little smile. Good jiggly jellyfish.

“Hee hee hee. There’s lots of them and they taste like wet paper~” Floyd sniggers. “They might be doing something right, but I sure don’t wanna join them.”

“Same. I rather like being in control of my own destiny and path.” Riddle agrees, holding thoughtfully onto Floyd.

“Me too~” Floyd hums as he holds Riddle’s forearms and begins to swim off again.

[unma]

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Actually, I've done a little bit of thinking while editing my fic and I think I understand why I just accept these things so nonchalantly. It's quite simple: A lack of control growing up, and depression.

I was the type of child who was good at what he loved, and who constantly tried to get into new things I deemed interesting. And then I became a teenager, understood more about life and things, and promptly realized I'd dug myself into a shitty hole. One I very much could not dig myself out of.

I could go on explaining what the hole entailed in detail, but I won't. All I'll say is: being a volunteer in church is neat, until you're a 10 year old child waking up early on Saturdays because you're one of the few people who can be called in at a moment's notice. And that's because the media team had like, 5 members total. (Didn't help that my parents were pastors). Also I spent the latter half of my years in secondary school wishing I'd done poorly at the start so I could slowly improve, instead of being forced to constantly do well. You get the point.

It's not like I could just stop either of these things without causing major problems. I mean, I did stop putting in so much effort into school, since that was genuinely causing me to break down mentally, but that did cause problems regardless so my point stands. I couldn't control that.

And then I just kinda gave up on everything and wanted to die. Not actively suicidal (I came close, but I suppose a complete inability to do shit for myself saved me there, lol. That isn't funny.) but just kinda accepted that I wouldn't really live long. Well, 'accepted' is the wrong word, I hoped I wouldn't live that long.

That does shit to you. Like, why give a shit what happens now if you're gonna be dead soon? It doesn't matter, does it? Well, couple years later and I'm clawing my way back to life and realizing, wow, shit does matter. Old habits die old though, so my go to is always to just go "Oh well, moving on."

It's not like that attitude doesn't help me. I got this attitude precisely because I used to worry too much about stuff I couldn't change. I suppose it would be better for me to improve and learn to start caring more about my life and not forsake it for the sake of others, but... to be honest, it sounds like too much work, and a little terrifying.

It's putting that in words. It's no excuse not to get better, after all, it'll make my life better too, but even then it feels like I don't have the time for that. I never have time for anything. Which I suppose is another problem I should look into. But I have things to do. don't have the time for that right now.

How ironic.

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: chūya nakahara x lazy male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.87k | cw: nsfw, size difference, praise kink, biting, blood, dirty talk, belly bulging | minors dni

anon: Hi! I was hoping I could get a smut for chuuya if you could make it kinda of a part two from the other chuuya fic u have and if u can could u add a size kink and a praise kink if so thank you so much!

a/n: you thought the demon was a himbo, ha!

"You know these don't tend to last long." You send the man pushing you against the wall a wink, making sure he knows you're still top. Chūya chuckles in response.

"I'm prepared for that." Chūya gives you a smirk. You don't know it, but he doesn't mean it. He hopes it is only your sheer amount of power that attracts him to you, but he knows it's not true. He really isn't that keen on having this be a one time thing. He rather it be a long, loving relationship, keep it lasting for as long as he can; if he has to teach you commitment, he will.

You raise an eyebrow for a minute, judging his composure. "Mkay.. good. You need me to lift you, though? You're quite a way down."

Chūya huffs and rolls his eyes. With you, he's heard something along those lines about a million times. He can't control his height and he certainly can't control yours. Jeez, it's as if you were a giant. If you and him stood next to each other, he'd look like a child, not that he was that much taller than a child anyway.

"Oh shut up with that… but yes." As much as he didn't want to admit it, even though it was very clear, he couldn't kiss you from 'all the way down there'.

"Thought so." It's the shit eating grin on your face that makes him regret this. "Hold on to the horns will ya? You'll need the support."

"Doesn't bother ya?" Chūya asks, doing so anyway. They feel rather tough, like how he imagined crocodile scales to feel. Your wings, on the other hand, weren't as he'd imagined them to be. They felt like leather, despite the fact they looked like rubber. He couldn't fathom how hot they'd be in summer.

You shake your head, in turn moving his arms. "Nah. Anyway, what do you think about the fangs?" You momentarily open your mouth wider to show him. "Would you rather I don't bite you or I do?" They're not as sharp as say, a vampire or a werewolf, but they could definitely puncture.

"Maybe test them first?" You know, what he meant was that you bite his finger, or something, not his neck. It definitely stung, but it hadn't punctured. He was sure if you hadn't controlled your strength, he'd bleed. He hissed at the pain. Though it was nothing he couldn't handle, you'd taken him by surprise.

"My bad, precious." That was a new nickname. "What do you think? Did you like it? No judge if you're into it." The mention of a biting link made him think of some past lover with said kink. It sort of made him jealous.

"What if I find your sweet spot? Would that persuade you?" You bite his neck, finding the spot that made him moan. "Knew it. They're usually there." He hated the way you rubbed your past lovers in his face. In time, he'd make you forget. He was sure of that.

"Well?"

"Okay.."

"Would you look at that?" Chūya couldn't focus on anything right now, the pleasure, and pain, was too much. You would pester him for how long he took to adjust for sure. "I'm balls deep in you and I can actually see it." He hadn't registered that first part until now.

He looked down to see his stomach clearly bulging. He laughed at the sight of it. You were really a giant, in more ways than one. It was kind of.. hot though. The size difference was already turning him on, at this point it was a lot.

"Sexy." You remark, licking your lips. If it weren't for your dick, he would want that tongue in him.. again. "Can you even talk right now?"

Chūya chuckles, fixing you with a playful look before pulling you down by the horns. "Of course I can." He whispers in your ear.

"Good." You move the slightest bit, though to him it felt more than that, which urges a moan from his throat. "Although I'd like to see you try when I fuck you with no mercy."

Chūya is flustered to no end, but as the competitive guy he is, he can't just back down, even with your dick inside of him. "Is that what you say to everybody? 'Fuck you with no mercy'? How about 'fuck you 'till you're begging for hell?'"

You smirk, shaking your head to mess with his arms. His hands were surely indented with the pattern of your horns by now. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Are you ready now?" You were going to nag him about the time, just like he'd predicted. "You've been sitting on it for so long you could call it cockwarming. But maybe you're into that, haven't discussed the deets just yet."

"What can I do?" You laugh. "Your dick is big, you said so yourself."

"Then the details. What do you like?"

"P-Praise." He's a little nervous to admit it, what with the fact he acts like a tough cookie. He had to build up some courage for this moment.

You shift a bit as you think about it. All of a sudden, you start moving slowly. It's still quite a bit painful for Chūya, but your praise makes up for it. "You're doing good, baby." Your rough voice along with the way you grip his hips with your claws sends chills down his spine. "Just a bit more."

You chuckle, toying with the idea in your mind. You thrust a bit more, barely even containing yourself with how horny you are, before stopping to ask. "Like that?"

He had bitten his lips to keep his moans from coming out; he'd nearly drawn blood "Yeah, yeah, just like that." If his eyes weren't shut so tightly he'd be so much more flustered by the look you're giving him.

"Think you're ready yet?" The impatience was clear in your voice.

"Mm, yeah."

Your thrusts are slow at first, as a precaution. It was a wonder how you hadn't started going fast, though. You'd been in him for so long without moving that the impatience and anticipation were building up.

"You can go faster now." You smile, but you don't speed up, which confuses him. He was sure you wanted more, so why didn't you give him more?

"How much faster?" It's only now that he realizes it's a cheeky grin. 

Your sultry eyes seem to enchant him, making him unable to think properly; well, that and the thrusting. "I don't know."

"My terms, then." He doesn't like the sound of that. Luckily, you catch onto his uneasy look in time to reassure him, but your words don't do much. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine."

There's no warning after that. Your thrusts are quick and hard, just how you like them though only a little less than normal. After all, you'd gotten from, say, a 1 to a 7. Since when did you start calling your thrusts like a vibrator?

"You're doing good, baby!" He didn't know why, he did but he didn't know now, but he thought you'd sound more sarcastic.

His grip on your horns loosen and his arms feel weak. Just how vulnerable did you make him feel? He couldn't hold back from letting out a loud, high-pitched moan. It caused you to laugh, which he hated since he knew you were about to tease him. "High-pitched, just for me?"

He rolled his eyes at you, maybe a little bit because of pleasure, responding just as quick. "I mean you– oh! Holy shit!" He was interrupted by his own moans.

"What was that you were going to say?"

"Straying from– ah shit! Shit shit shit!" He repeated. That chuckle of yours made him realize you'd been hitting him hard on purpose to tease him. "Straying far from," He stops himself from moaning by biting his lips momentarily. "p-praise here."

You almost pout when he finishes his sentence, but you nod. "Right, sorry, precious~" You basically purr. “You’re taking my cock so well. Are you ready for more?”

“What?” You’d only just changed pace, so why would you- “Ah! Fuck me..” You hadn’t even given him time to answer, and you didn’t mean to either. This pace was the fastest, and roughest, Chūya had ever felt before, and god, did he love it. He could barely even form words, apart from curse words that were oh so familiar. The only thing that left his mouth were moans and he couldn’t even bite his lips.

“Mm, can’t talk anymore?” You weren’t really good at praise, were you? Well, it was new to you, since most of your lovers turned masochists at the sight of you. You didn’t make them, they just did. smug hoe

His arms, tired and a little sore, fall from your horns and grip your wings, which are wrapped around him. It causes you to hiss, but it’s a mere feeling in the back of your head from all the pleasure you’re getting. “Careful with those, darl.” You say with a chuckle. “You can’t break them in your state right now, but they still hurt.”

“S-Sorry.” He manages to say, continuing with moans afterward. They’re high pitched, most of them, as much as he tries to at least make them a little lower. 

“Oh? A word?” Your smirk is as much a nightmare as it is a dream. He wants to punch it off your face but also kiss it off your lips. “Right, right, praise. You take me in so well~” Chūya just barely manages a laugh.

“Ah, fuck!” Chūya shouts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer.

You smirk, moving to his neck, kissing and nipping. Your fangs sting his neck everytime you bite down, but you make sure to control yourself. Though sooner or later you’ll bite him and draw blood, it’s only inevitable.

“Go on, baby. Come loose for me, let me feel your seed on my abs.” You move to his ear, whispering and licking the lobe. 

Your words are what sends him over the edge of bliss. His seed spills all over the both of you, which is a turn on for sure; it moves with his constantly bulging belly. 

You close your eyes when you feel yourself coming closer. Instinctively, you move to his neck, giving him a harsh bite, which makes Chūya groan. You couldn’t control yourself from not biting him, even when his neck is already littered with other marks. Blood drips from the wound, two small holes.

It’s only when you go over the edge that you apologize. You move off of him, pulling him on top of you instead. He snuggles into your body, hissing in pain. “Sorry.” You move your wings to wipe the blood away.

“It’s fine… well, not really, but eh.”

You chuckle, keeping one wing on the wound and the other over the top of you. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

The promise of another time is reassuring, whether it be sexual or not, though he rather it be a date. He likes to know he has a little bit of a chance.

[imtryingmybeskar]

So I'm sure we have all seen Pedro in the overalls today and my beautiful friend suggested a farmboy fic and I couldn't rest until I made it a reality.

*Disclaimers* I know nothing about farming, nor am I from the US. I imagined him as having a softer version of the Whiskey accent.

18+ only! You know the drill. 3.9k words.

The first time you saw him he was striding along the dusty road to your farmhouse, the sun at his back, his shadow stretching long ahead of him. Only someone looking for work and out of luck with it would be approaching at this late hour. From your perch at your bedroom window, you could look down and see the fatigue in the set of his shoulders, the dejection in the bow of his head. As he neared he stopped and dropped his pack to the ground before attempting to make himself presentable - raking his hand through his dark hair before setting his cap back on, dusting the legs of his overalls free of as much of the dirt of the road as he could, and finally straightening his back, righting his posture to make himself look strong, tall, not as hard up as he was. His rap at the door came as you were nearly at the bottom of the stairs and your dog, who had been peacefully sleeping at his approach finally woke and defended in a storm of paws and tail and barking.

"Hey! No!" you told her, and she quietened down and stayed where you told her to, in the line of sight from the doorway but no immediate threat to anyone on the other side. Opening the door you were greeted by the sight of a not-so-young-anymore man. Despite his efforts to clean himself up, his arms were streaked with grime and sweat and you could see the stains of his exertion under his arms and at his neck. His head remained bowed as he began to speak and you got the feeling he had replayed this spiel many times recently.

"Ma'am, I'm very sorry to trouble you. I'm here to see if you are lookin' to take on anyone at the farm at this time?" His voice was deep and rich with an enticing southern twang, sweet as honey whiskey.

"What kind of work can you do?" His eyes raised to your face and the hope you saw in their soft, dark depths almost melted you. As if he hadn't even gotten this far along with anyone for a very long time.

"Just about anything," he answered. "I can drive - harvesters, tractors. I can take care of all kinds of animals, muck 'em out, feed 'em. I've helped birth 'em too, though I know that time is passed for this year. I can sow and harvest by hand too if that's needed. And I can mend things, fences, roofs, you name it." Looking at him appraisingly, your curiosity got the better of you.

"Why are you on foot? Must have travelled an awful long way to get all the way out here." He looked down again, presenting you with the brim of his cap to look at instead and shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"I uh...I lost my own farm. Not too long ago. Sold everything I had to try and keep it afloat. Even my car."

"So, if I were to take you on-" his head snapped up eagerly again. "IF" you emphasised, "Would you be needing a place to stay as well?"

"If you had anywhere that could accommodate me, I would be most grateful for that, yes Ma'am."

"I want you to know that I've been out here on my own for a time. I know how to take care of myself. And I'm sure you heard and can see Tank behind me there." He was nodding as you spoke.

"I don't want no trouble. Just a job and a roof over my head." You eyed him for a few seconds more before stepping back from the door to let him in. He entered gingerly, staring around wide eyed as if he hadn't been inside a house for a long time.

"You hungry?"

"No...I mean, I don't wanna impose-"

"No imposition. If you're gonna work for me, you need feeding. Come with me." The dog whined a little as you approached, and you stroked her head. "Come!" you commanded the dog and she raced away ahead of you. Checking to see the man was following, you led him past the stairs and through the living area to the back. Here you had a small extension set up, with a bathroom and shower and a small room with a sofa which opened out into a bed, ostensibly for guests, though you hadn't had any for years. "You can get yourself cleaned up here. Any clothes you want to wash, you can do in the morning. There's no door to this room, so the only privacy you'll get is in the bathroom I'm afraid."

"This is...fantastic," he said in a low tone. "I've slept outside for a week or more, so this is just...Thank you ma'am," he finished, humbly. You left him to it and went to prepare him a plate of leftovers. When he finally emerged, scrubbed and fresh half an hour later, you bid him sit at the table and presented him with it. Without all that dirt streaking him and without his cap on you could finally see how good he looked and you had to tear your eyes away from the fullness of his lips before you went too far down that rabbit hole. The man was clearly desperate, hanging on to the shreds of the dignity of his old life by his fingertips. There was no way you were going to make him feel like he owed you anything by taking him in. You left him be until you heard him hum with satiated pleasure about ten minutes later.

"Better?" you asked.

"Better," he smiled.

"I see you've made a friend," you said wryly, gesturing to the large hairy head currently resting on one of his feet. You trusted your gut about this man, you didn't imagine him to be anything than he had said he was. But you had to be cautious for obvious reasons. The dog, however, had proved to be a truly excellent judge of character in the past and it warmed you to see her take to him so readily.

"I think I may have bribed my way into her affections. Chicken," he clarified.

"That'll do it," you smiled. He insisted on washing his own plate and then there was an awkward silence between you for a time as he stood in your living room, not really knowing what to do with himself. "Hey, you can sit and watch TV with me, or you can hit your bed if you want. I won't be offended either way."

"I...I think I will go to bed. I'm kinda lookin' forward to it."

"I can understand that," you said as you handed him pillows, blankets and fresh sheets to make it up with. "Just so you know, the dog sleeps down here too. She shouldn't wake you. And help yourself to water in the night, coffee in the morning. Whatever you want."

"Thank you," he said again, his eyes catching yours and looking happier than you had seen them thus far. "Goodnight."

The man worked like a machine. Having lived this life for many years, you were accustomed to being up before dawn, but he beat you to it the next morning, greeting you with a soft "Good morning," and handing you a cup of coffee that he had prepared. He kept up a pace all day, and you moved around each other around the farm, lifting your hands or voices in greeting when you passed. You couldn't help but notice how the soft cotton of his shirt creaked at the seams when he moved his broad shoulders, nor how deft his hands were at every task he set them to. The dog had begun to follow him everywhere and you found yourself liking that too, despite the mild sting of betrayal. He came in to help with lunch and after he washed up, set to chopping salad and buttering bread.

"This is gonna sound weird, but erm...your dog...she ain't partly deaf or anything is she?"

"No, why?"

"Its just, she comes when I whistle, but not when I call."

"Ohhh," you said, realisation hitting you like a wave. "Yeah, well, last night I might not have told you her proper name. I er...I wanted to make her seem a little more intimidating than she is. Just in case, you know. Hence Tank. Though she ruined that when she drooled all over your shoes." He gave a small chuckle, his eyes sparkling.

"So what is her name?"

"Cookie." At this, you heard the tell tale sound of Cookie's claws on the kitchen tiles. "Good girl," you threw over your shoulder at her.

"Well, that suits her a lot better'n Tank. She's so friendly."

"Only to the good ones. You should have seen her with the last man that came in here. She knew he was a wrong 'un. Took me a while to catch on, but I get there in the end." You turned your head to find him looking at you with sympathy and a touch of anger. "Like I said, I can take care of myself," you added and moved on with your day. In his first week staying with you he managed to do most of the little jobs that had been irritating, but not bad enough to address. The tap in the kitchen no longer dripped. All of the fencing was entirely without holes for the first time in forever. The roof of the chicken coop was renewed. You decided to celebrate by breaking out some beers in the evening and sat with him on your porch, watching the sky slowly turn from gold to apricot to scarlet. Once he had started to feel less awkward around you, you found him to be good company - intelligent and curious and with a good sense of humour and even your silences were now companionable, especially a few beers in.

"Need to plant some more things in the garden," he grunted, slurring a little. "Maybe some beets and some radishes?"

"That sounds good," you agreed, "but for tonight, just switch off a bit. Enjoy the beer and the view. You've more than earned it."

"Oh, I'm enjoyin' the view alright," he said. There was something low and sinful in his voice that made you turn your head to him in astonishment and definite interest, but as you did, his eyes grew wide and he started to splutter. "Oh God, I apologise. I haven't had a beer in months and I guess my tolerance ain't what it was. I...I didn't mean to offend. I didn't mean to say that."

"Didn't you?"

"No, I-I'm sorry." Putting your beer down, you came to stand in front of him, placing your hands on his knees and running them up his thighs.

"Are you sure you didn't mean it?" And suddenly the realisation of your own drunkenness came crashing around you. What were you thinking? You couldn't take advantage of him like this. He had nowhere else to go and he had said he wasn't interested. You straightened abruptly. "No, I'm sorry. This is wrong. I'm...I'm going to bed." And you did so, walking swiftly away before he could see the redness of your face.

The next morning, your coffee lay on the counter and you could see him outside the house pottering around. Berating yourself for an idiot for ruining the good feelings you had built up between you, you went about your own tasks in a crotchety mood. He didn't come in for lunch either, and you began to get a little worried about him. Deciding to tackle the problem head on, you brought him out a Tupperware with some food and some water. Eventually you found him in the barn, measuring some of the beams. He hadn't noticed you come in and you stood and openly stared for a moment at the sight of him with no shirt on under his overalls. It was pretty warm in here - you were starting to feel the effects yourself. His back was broad and muscular and his shoulder muscles rolled as you watched him reach up to measure something above him.

"Er...hi," you ventured, a little shyly. He whirled to face you, looking as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. "I'm sorry to bother you, I just thought you might want some lunch." You deposited it on the hay bale closest to you and carried on, keeping your voice light, "And to say that I'm sorry about yesterday. You said no and I shouldn't have pushed it. I don't want you thinking you have to do anything like that to stay here!"

"Thank you," he said softly as he made his way over to you. "But..I said no because we had both been drinkin' and because I didn't wanna take advantage of anythin' I wasn't bein' offered freely and honestly." His eyes raked over your face, black and piercing in the half light inside the barn. He was so close to you, you could smell the lemon scent of his soap and the musky smell of him underneath. There was a sheen of sweat across his chest and before you could stop yourself or think too deeply about what you were doing, your hands were upon him, feeling the taut, strong muscles of his pectorals. You bit your lip a little as you raised your eyes to his.

"You're not taking advantage," you whispered. "I want this." That was all the invitation he needed to crash his lips upon yours with a fervent desire. His big hands circled your waist and roved your back as his tongue begged entrance at your mouth. Your own hand moved down his overalls to where he was starting to bulge, massaging his length and making him moan into your mouth.

"Christ, I...I've not been with anyone for so long. That feels so good, don't stop." You heeded him, but also brought one of his hands from around your back to your breast where he began to knead it intensely and he groaned again, in between peppering your mouth and neck with kisses. "Fuck, you're so pretty. I thought so from th' first moment I saw you. I didn't know how to say..." For someone usually so reticent, he was on a roll now he had your tit in his hand and you were palming him through his overalls.

You snaked your hands up his body again and undid his overalls, letting them fall and pool around his feet where they landed. His body was gorgeous, broad and muscular with a little fuzz over his chest and running down his stomach. You ran your hands all over it, feeling the slickness of the sweat beading through his hair under your hands and feeling your own body begin to heat and respond in earnest, your clit throbbing a little between your legs. He kicked off his boots, and took off his socks and overalls in one swoop before taking you back in his arms and kissing you ardently again. His hand slid up your shirt and hiked it up, the sweat at your back making it stick to you a little. You broke the kiss to hurl it from your head and away, closely followed by your bra.

"Oh fuck baby, your tits are so beautiful. Lemmie taste you." He got on his knees in front of you and did just that, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking on it harshly whilst rubbing your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Exhaling a moan of pleasure, you tangled your fingers into his dark waves and pulled him even closer, feeling his smile against your chest as his free hand undid the buttons on your jeans. You could feel the wetness in your underwear now, the telltale stripe of moisture under your cunt as he coaxed that sweet feeling all through your veins with his tongue and fingers on your nipple.

"I want you to fuck me," you gasped. "Need you to fuck me hard."

"Oh don't you worry, baby, I'm gonna take good care of you," he murmured against your skin as he pulled the material down your legs. "Fuck, you're so wet already. I can see it on your panties. I wanna taste you there too. Can I?" His big dark eyes looked up at you with pleading and what you would have called innocence had he not already been flicking his tongue back over your nipple, making you squirm and huff with the pleasurable tickle of it. In reply you pulled the rest of your clothes away from you, but before he could reach his prize you took his jaw in your hand and brought his head up to look at you. He was instantly attentive and alert, looking slightly worried, as If you might have changed your mind in the few seconds it had taken for you to remove your clothes.

"You can taste me, if I can taste you afterwards," you offered.

"Hell yeah you can," he muttered appreciatively as he got to his feet and lifted you on to a haybale. The straw poked you roughly and mercilessly, but you forgot about that when he leaned over you and kissed you deeply again. "Gonna make you feel real good, honey," he promised again before kissing a path downward. He hooked your legs over his biceps and ran his forearms up to your breasts, teasing your nipples again before diving right in to lick warm, wide stripes from your cunt to your clit. It had been so long since anyone had been intimate with you, your head felt dizzy and overwhelmed, but he took it to another level with the enthusiasm he brought to the task. He lapped at you and what you were leaking as if he were a man starved, pushing his face into you, so you could feel his patchy stubble rub against your inner thighs, and sucking gently on your clit. It took an embarrassingly short time before your breaths came stunted and your voice rose in a wail of pleasure as he drove you to your peak, the red hot lava of it flowing from your core throughout your body. He ripped a second from you when he pushed two thick fingers inside and curled them wonderfully to strike against that part inside you that you yourself could never reach. His eyes glittered with lust as you came down from your high and you swore you could come again just from the look he was giving you from between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs and wiped his mouth as he came in for another kiss, your taste all over his tongue and lips.

"Your turn." you announced breathlessly, as you got down from the bale on shaky legs. Not breaking eye contact, you knelt in front of him, the straw on the floor not much of a cushion for your knees. He moaned loudly as you raked your nails down his side, catching them on the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down, allowing his cock to spring free and bob up toward his stomach. You had felt that he was well endowed, but seeing him was something else entirely and you couldn't help the hum of appreciation that escaped you before you leaned forward kissed the reddened tip, his precum brushing over your lips. You looked up at him as you licked it off and could see his breaths coming heavy and wild, his shoulders and chest heaving in anticipation. His hands came around to tangle in your hair as you licked a swirl over his tip before taking it in your mouth and sucking gently whilst moving down his shaft.

"Fuck, baby. You're so good. C-can I move?" You brought your hands around to the firmness of his ass and moved him forward a little to give him permission and saw his head roll back in pleasure. He seemed to not want to hurt you and fucked your mouth much more gently than you thought he would. Your head bobbed further and further down his shaft until he was striking the back of it, making you gag a little. Raising yourself back off, you pumped him with your hand while swirling your tongue over his tender head. When you brought your other hand to cradle his balls he trembled a little under your touch. "Honey, I do not want you to stop, but if you don't I won't be able to fuck you before I come." You removed your mouth from him slowly, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard as you progressed.

He helped you to your feet and reached down to stroke your clit again while he kissed your lips, the taste of you both mingling in your mouths. Turning your back to him you bent over the hay bale, presenting yourself to him and you heard a guttural sound of arousal behind you before the head of his cock was notching at your entrance and pushing in all at once, stretching you and making you whimper as he bent over your back and kissed your shoulder. "Are you ok, baby?" he muttered. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Now fuck me hard."

He bit down a little on the meat of your shoulder and whispered a low "Yes, Ma'am," before standing fully and beginning to piston his hips into you with forceful, firm strokes, his cock pushing further within you each time. It was overwhelming and even more so when he pushed down on your back further so that he was fucking down into you and sliding over your spot with each thrust. The change in pitch of your gasping moans and the wetness that you could suddenly feel around the tops of your thighs encouraged him to fuck you even harder, his cock swelling as he got close to his release and filling you up beautifully. "Like that, honey? Right there?" he grunted as you started to feel yourself lose control around him.

"Yes, there, please, don't stop, please," you begged. He captured your arms and pulled you further back toward him, and suddenly he was striking something white hot and golden inside and you were gone, your cunt pulsating around him and flooding him with you. Your head was so dizzied that you only noticed he had pulled you flush against his sweat-sticky chest when his arms were around you, grasping greedily at your breasts and the hot breath of his rich, deep voice was beside your ear.

"Where-"

"inside." He drove into you half a dozen more times before he cried your name aloud and you felt him pulsate strongly within you, jettisoning his spend into you with groans muffled against your shoulder. As he withdrew, he held you up gently before turning you and lying you on the bale he had just taken you over, coming to lie down beside you with his big eyes searching your face and his big calloused hands stroking the soft skin of your belly. The sweet summer sun was slanting over his face, turning his black eyes amber in its glow and you felt a welcome twinge in your heart as you took his face in your hand and kissed him.

[lovinkiri]

Kinktober 2020, Day Thirteen

Dabi x Reader

Warning: NONCON, Degradation, Bondage?, Somnoplilia, Smut, etc.

This is not going to be very good. At least, I don't think it is. I've written Noncon before but I was nervous since I've never written it on this platform in particular. But if you are not comfortable with Noncon fic, do NOT read.

You sighed in exasperation. The last thing you wanted to do was walk home so late at night, but here you were. There had been far more villian sightings and the thought made you shiver.

You quickly got home and into your apartment, locking the door. With one more sigh, you made your way over go the couch and sat down. You hated your job. The hours were long, your co-workers sucked, and it was extremely boring. But the pay was great and that's what mattered most to you.

Closing your eyes, you could told yourself you could finally relax. 

That's what you thought at least. 

Suddenly, something cold was pressed against your throat. Your eyes flew open and you gasped at the scarred man standing over. Dabi only smirked down at you, almost as if he knew you. "Welcome back, Y/n." His free hand gently pet your head. Your eyes were wide with fear. "Who.. Who are you..?" You surprised yourself by not stuttering, but the tremble in your voice was evident.

Dabi gave no answer. He only walked around the couch and knelt in front of you. "You're real cute, you know that? I've been waiting so long for this, babe." He looked you up and down. Your eyes followed the knife, but he quickly snapped his fingers to force your attention back. "Eyes on me."

You were terrified. You could try to fight back, but what if his quirk was stronger than yours? Or what if he was stronger than you? What if he killed you? He seemed to know you, but how? His face was familiar, but not something you'd ever seen before in person. 

That's when you noticed his hand trailing up your thigh. On instinct, you shoved his hand away. "What the hell do you think your doing?" You glared at him. Dabi chuckled, the sound deep and dark. "Ooh, so brave." He stood grabbed your by the hair, tossing you on the floor. Before you could stand, you felt his knee push into your back. You struggled, though the attempted was futile. 

You were defenseless. 

Dabi's hand came down to smack your ass and you yelped, clawing at the floor. Dabi saw something different though. "Are you squirming? Those pants getting frustrating already? I got it." Using the knife, Dabi started to cut into your jeans. 

Hearing the tear of fabric really made things settle in your mind. This man was going to fuck you, whether you wanted it or not. And with that thought, you immediately switched gears. "N-No! Please, please, stop! I'm begging you!" You thrashed as much as you could.

Dabi didn't stopped cutting when your ass and the back of your thighs were exposed to him. He went on to cut at your underwear. Pulling the belt from his waist, he forcefully took your hand and bound your wrists behind you. His knee was removed and you heard him stand. With a bit of a struggle, you managed to get yourself on your knees.

Dabi stood next to you, his pants pulled down enough to expose his hard cock. You couldn't help but blush at the many piercings going up his cock, to the tip where one more resided. You quickly turned away, only to have him grip your hair and turn you back towards him. "Open up, Dollface. Or I burn this whole place down and leave you tied up in here." You saw a flicker of blue and everything clicked. 

You knew who he was. He was a villian and a dangerous one at that. You'd heard from from your friends Todoroki and Midoriya first hand, how he set a forest to flames, how he kidnapped Bakugou. This guy was no joke and didn't care who got hurt in an attack. Whether it be a group of kids or you.

Now knowing the degree of what you were dealing with, you hesitantly open your mouth. You felt tears gather in your eyes. He smirked and shook his tongue. "Ah, ah. Stick that tongue out for me." He urged. You whined softly and slowly pushed your tongue out. He teased his tip at your tongue for a moment before pushing you down on his cock. You gagged and closed your eyes, finally letting the tears fall and sobbing around his cock.

"Oh, don't act like you don't want this. Bet your excited to have this cock in your cunt, filthy slut. What? Are you just sad I'm fucking the wrong hole?" He growled, thrusting the tip deeper into your mouth. All you could do is drool and gag, keeping your eyes closed tightly. "Fuck, you take it so well. Who else's dick are you sucking to be this good? Look at you. Bet you get passed around a bunch, yeah?" His eyes closed and he allowed his head to lull back.

You started to struggle, desperately needing air. Dabi chuckled softly. "Should I leave you like this? Let you pass out and just fuck you back into consciousness?" You wanted to shake your head, beg, anything. But you couldn't. And Dabi delivered, fucking your mouth until your eyes rolled up and your consciousness faded.

Dabi continued to abuse your mouth for another minutes before pulling out. Your tongue fell from your parted lips. He chuckled and shoved you forward, ignoring the thud of your head hitting the floor. Getting on knees behind you, he lifted your hips and allowed his fingers to tease at your slit. "Fuckin' hell. Wet already? Just from me fucking your filthy mouth?" 

In one swift movement, he had his cock buried deep inside of you. You gasped and moaned out with each thrust, your body reacting to the treatment honestly. "You're howling like a bitch in heat. Was this what you wanted?" He smirked. Your pussy fluttered around him as he continued to hit that special spot. 

His hands worked on ripping your already torn  jean down. Once they were out if the way, his fingers found your throbbing clit and rubbed quick circles into it. You gasped and whined loudly. The knot in your stomach pulled you back into the world of the consciousness and and you couldn't stop the noises spilling from your lips. "I-I.. N-No, I- Ah!" You clenched your fists. 

"You what? What's wrong? You get a little dick and suddenly you can't speak? Suddenly your dumb?" He growled. You cried out and came undone, gushing around his cock. He groaned loudly and continued his assault. "Fuck. At least your good for something. My dumb little whore, isn't that right?" His tone was mocking but you couldn't help but clench around him. 

His thrusts became erratic and sloppy. A sign that he was close. Your whimpered loudly. "P-Please, not insid- Ngh! P-Please!" You begged. Dabi laughed and sped up. "What? Fuck no. I'm gonna fill you up. And your greedy little cunt is gonna swallow it all up. Cause that's what sluts get, you hear?" 

Your eyes widened and you tore up again, whining loudly. A sob fell from your lips as he groaned and came. Dabi groaned as your pussy milked him, tightening almost as if it wanted more.

And he was happy to oblige.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

A fantasy AU. A MerMay Fic.

Slightly nsfw . Unwanted touching.

Langskip. ( war ship) Meadhall(a mess hall/ bar)

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793 AD Oslo,Norway. A Lanskip was approaching Oslo . Cheering and yelling filled the boat , men pushing each other and chugging Ale from hollowed out bones. The captain though was standing at the front of the Langskip with a very smug look on his face. He had a bear skin wrapped around his shoulders with leather pants and boots, scars all across his chest down to his midsection., a long tooth earring in his right ear and a bear claw necklace around his neck. His name was Katsuki Bakugo and he was a viking captain.

The day before Bakugo was sailing to Oslo feeling rather happy . He had caught an interesting creature, he had no interest in selling it no. This was.. more of a pet for him. It was an easy catch to say the least , you had swam away from your sisters to admire a stupid plant and thats when the net fell on you. When Bakugo saw he had caught a mermaid he got the biggest smile on his face. You were perfect, lovely round bouncy breasts with just your hair covering them, a medium length tail full of light blue scales and a dark blue fin at the end. While Katsuki and his men were excited, you were terrified. Your sisters told you stories of these men , the land, to never swim to close. But today you were careless. You would never see your sisters again.

The net was hauled onto the Langskip and cut open , you fell onto the hard wood covering your chest , eyes racing all around to look at these .. men. One man, a short but angry looking one pushed you onto your back and another short man grabbed your hair exposing your chest to everyone . You hissed back at him and the crew concerned you extending their hands out to you. Your head was starting to hurt from the hair pulling and your hiss turned into a loud whimper.

“Now now..” a voice said. “Lets not get all whimpering huh?”

The men moved and you saw the captain coming over , he was tall .. a large build , muscles , cuts, scars and a axe hanging in the side of his pants.

“A fresh one, Captain.” The man holding your hair said holding you up and out, the gravity making your chest jiggle.

Katsuki stood in front of you , hands on his hips a smirk on his face. And the poor bear's face staring right at you that rested on his shoulder. He looked you over , eyes taking in every delicious inch of you. “A fresh one indeed. Aren't you a pretty little thing.” He extended his arm to you cupping your face. Your cheeks flushed bright red and Katsuki smirked, closing the space between you. “A pretty thing. Pretty fish.”

You couldn't help but blush . You've never been touched in such a way before, or heard such nice warm words. The wind blew and the hair on Katsukis bear waved around , his other arm reached to his side while he spoke. “We need to get you to a little pool or you'll dry up huh..? Hey pretty fish.. is it true that your hair is your most treasured thing?”

“Y-yes.”

The smirk on his face grew bigger and his thumb rubbed your lips.

“Are.. are you going to let me go?”

“Let you.. go? No no.you're coming with me.. but i need to make sure you listen to me..” his hand left your cheek and he waved a finger around in the air.

The man holding you stood up straight holding your hair by the tip. Your tail thrashed all around making the crew move back to a safe distance. You grabbed your head trying to pull your hair free , Katsuki tipped your chin up with his index finger. “From now on you're my pet. You'll never see this sea again. You'll do whatever i say . No matter what it is.”

You hissed up at him showing your piranha teeth. He smiled, swinging his other hand and you fell to the ground at his feet , your hair falling slowly behind you, landing next to you in a messy pile . It felt like your heart stopped .

“Take her to the glass case. We sail for Oslo. Oh and.. make sure she's comfortable.”

Katsuki joined the helm with his first mate , the two laughed amongst themselves while his men grabbed you everywhere taking you over to the end of the ship dumping you in a special glass case chaining your wrists to the Langskip. Your hair was gone and you were sailing to a unfamiliar place, your head was hurting and these men touched you in places that you did not like. Tears fell down your face once the Langskip started to move. •••

The Langskip arrived at the Docks in Oslo a day later, Katsuki standing at the front , hands on his hips. A successful hunt, he could skip the Slave Trade this year now too. The Langskip came to a halt and some men tied it to the docks. Katsuki looked back yelling to his men to bring his pet to his home.

“you coming to the meadhall Kiri? “ Katsuki asked his first mate.

“sure why not. I need some relief.”

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The meadhall was a place for gathering and drinking , it was a large building owned by Kurogiri, he lived on the floor above it. Katsuki and Kirishima took a seat at the counter and Kirigiri poured them some hard ale and went back to his other customers.

“Did you hear the Slave Trade has some interesting picks this year?” Kiri asked drinking his Ale, a telived gasp left his mouth

“A harpy right?” Katsuki asked taking a big drink of his ale

“ a child harpy.”

Kurogiri looked over his shoulder listening to the vikings.

“Oh yeah? Interesting.. but ive already got the mermaid. Do what you want Kiri.”

“Really?!? Ill be back then!” He got off his seat leaving.

Kurogirl waved his hand and a happy short blond girl wearing leather pants and a corset came over. She had knives sticking out of her cleavage and strapped to her hips.

“Hi Giri!” She said.

“Himiko im stepping out for a minute okay?”

“Kay!!”

Kurogiri left in a flash, pushing through the crowds making his way to the slave trade docks.

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You had been chained to a special hole filled with water in a room. It must be Katsukis room.. a bed, a window and .. axes. You could not see out the window but you could hear everything that was happening outside. It was a while before Katsuki came back, slamming the door behind him. He smelled of alcohol. He stalked over to you crouching down looking you over. Your waist was chained to a special weight that sat on the floor next to the hole you were in. You gave Katsuki a glare .

“ aww.. what's wrong pretty fish?” He dipped his hand in the water and smoothed your hair down and back smiling . “Mad i took your hair away?”

You didn't answer him instead you hissed and he grabbed your face and yanked you out of the water as far as the chain would let you. “I'm being nice you know, giving you just enough water so you don't dry up and die. So you can cooperate .. or i can call me men in here and let them have any kind of fun with you they want. So what's it gonna be?”

Your fangs retracted but you still had the glare in your eyes. Katsuki dropped you in the water and grabbed your hair petting it. “I thought so. And it's your lucky day, i've got Ale dick so you get to have a nice relaxing first night here. But tomorrow..” he got up going to his bed undressing. “You won't be so lucky.”

You laid your head on the floor leaning into the hole holding yourself, your tail swaying slowly,

meanwhile, you could hear a faint harpy song coming from out the window.

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Part Two will Be Up Next Month 😉

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Tags. @crushonkatsuki @knifeewifee

[im-actually-ok]

A Bittersweet Reunion

Fandom: Be More Chill

Word Count: 2000

Ships: Anything really if you squint

Warnings: In depth description of a zombie, blood, small casual kiss, implied character death, tied hands, character grabbed by shoulders arms and forearms, mild swearing,(Let me know if I missed anything)

This fic is for the Be More Chill Quarantine Challenge run by @bmc-gift-exchange and the prompt for this fic are these pictures.

I hope you enjoy!

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I had never thought of Walmart as eerie before, always jam-packed with people. But as I'm walking through the empty halls as the dim fluorescent lights flicker above me, I realized how quickly I'm so used to can become scary as heck.

The shelves are mostly empty, lucky me, but something catches my eyes as I turn the aisle. That's when the light decided it would be a good idea to stop working. So there I am. In an abandoned Walmart, by myself, In the dark. Just peachy.

I sigh and pull my flashlight from my backpack and flick it on. I hate to be wasting the battery like this, but guys gotta eat, right? I hurry down the hall to what looks like a green bottle on the shelf. I pick it up and read the label. Mountain Dew. Funny joke, universe. Ha, F-ing, Ha.

I think to myself, beggars can't be choosers, and slip the soda into my backpack and continue on through the store, hoping to find anything that could be of use to me.

I run through the store to another area where the lights are still working. I slip my flashlight back into my backpack and pick up speed. When the aisles come into view I see that there is nothing there either. Just my luck. I groan. That Mountain Dew’s gonna have to last me a while at this rate. I haven't had an actual meal in weeks, not since I found a corndog in the back of a resturant. I start to turn towards the exit when I hear a low moan coming from behind me. I freeze and turn to face the sound, hoping, praying, it isn’t what I think it is.

I turn to see exactly what I didn't want to see. The humanoid creature, hobbling aimlessly in my direction, one leg broken in several places dragging behind, leaving a trail of greenish-red blood behind it. It's pale peach-colored flesh hanging loosely to its face, rotted and green in places, one eye missing, the other rolled back into its head. Whoever it was, they’re long gone. Its arm was twisted and cut and bruised along with the rest of its body. I look past what can only be described as a zombie to see many, many more behind it.

Shhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttt.

I back away as slowly as I can. Trying not to provoke them. Stupid me though backs right into a clothing rack, that bumps into another, that in turn, bumps into another. They fall like dominos, clattering loudly when they hit the ground, the sound echoing through the store.

I tear my eyes away from the fallen racks and turn my head to see that slowly, one by one, every zombie looks up and notices me.

They groan and moan loudly, picking up the pace in their limp until they’re basically running at me. Screeches from the horde of zombies ring in my ears as I'm frozen in place. They’re maybe 20 yards away when it clicks in my brain.

This isn’t a video game, run you, idiot!

I turn and sprint towards the exit, catapulting myself over the fallen racks. Zombies are coming from all over now, peeking out from behind shelves and corners. I dodge being grabbed by their gruesome long fingernailed hands and dash towards safety. I basically slam my body into the automatic doors, I glance back at the onslaught of zombies approaching before prying the doors apart.

I groan and swear and push until they finally fly open. I dash out into the cool night air and don't turn back until I realize something. I should have closed the doors. I look to see zombies pouring out after me, clawing and climbing over each other to try and get out the doors.

I don't have long until they catch up to me. I scan my surroundings, trying to figure out where to go. My eyes land on the forest road, hidden with fog and trees.

Yeah, that's a great idea, go into the creepy forest, you're definitely not going to die in there.

Shut up, me. It's the best option I've got.

And now I'm talking to myself.

Just great.

I dash towards the tree hidden area just as the zombies make their way out the door. I reach the trees and run into the fog. I can't see. I hear things all around me, but I can barely see a foot in front of me.

What was I thinking?! Of course, the foggy forest is a bad idea!

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!

I scream as I feel a hands grip around my arms and basically pick me up. I struggle and try to rip away but the grip gets tighter and more hands grip my shoulders and my forearms. I can feel hot tears streaming down my face and I scream and try to break away, but it's no use. This is it, this is how I die.

Zombies, huh, I thought I’d be ready. I can't tell if it's still me yelling, or if it's the screech of the onslaught of zombies. But when a hand flies over my mouth, I hear a soft whisper in my ear, “shut up, will you?” and another whisper of, “Oh my god, is he crying?”

The hands pull me back into the line of trees, the fog hanging heavily over us. The raspy screams from the undead slowly fade as I'm pulled through the woods.

Eventually, I stop struggling and the exhaustion from all running and fighting I've been doing the past few months finally hits me.

Not long after, we enter a clearing with a stump in the middle, one of the things that has me presses a button on a remote and the stump opens up. I barely get a second to collect myself before I'm tossed down the stump into a hole. I hit my head on something as I land, and everything goes dark.

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My eyes flutter open to a blinding light.

“Shit, I'm dead aren’t I?” I say, squinting as my eyes slowly adjust to the light.

I hear someone laugh and say, “Not yet kid.”

I see the silhouette of three people in front of me, their features slowly coming into view. Hey, wait. Arent they…

“Hey, didn't you guys go to my school?” I ask and see the familiar group of seniors glance at each other then back at me, “Listen, we’ll talk when the others get back, until then, you stay here.” The tallest says. He's got broad shoulders and dark skin. He pushes aside a curtain in the dirt wall (wait are we underground?) and passes into another room, followed by another, smaller skinnier boy and girl with short blond hair in a bun.

Once they are out of the room, I look around at the dirt room (yep, 99% sure we’re underground) in front of me there is a steel table and the bright light was coming from a lamp point right at me, interrogation style. I try to get up, but I find that my hands are tied to the chair behind my back.

“Hey!” I call, “Hey, let me go! Who are you people!?”

I hear a loud creak, like a metal door opening, then some chatter. I pick up on a familiar voice saying, “And he’s in here?”

The curtain separating rooms is pushed aside. I flinch, put my head down and close my eyes.

“Jeremy?” A soft voice says.  

I open my eyes and look up to see, “Micheal!” I yell.

“Jeremy! Oh my god!” He rushes over, around the table and wraps his arms around me, “Oh my god I thought I’d never see you again!”

The tears prick my eyes again. He let's go and hold onto my shoulders, “Have you just been out there by yourself all this time? I thought you were dead, man!”

I laugh and say, “Yeah! I've just been surviving! What about you man, you been hanging out with these mole people?”

He's the one laughing now, “I'm actually one of the president mole people! But we have a lot to catch up on, let's get you untied so we can talk.”

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Turns out I'm one of the only people that weren’t here. As Micheal and I exit the room we are met with the beaming faces of Rich, Brook, Chloe, Jake, and some more seniors that I recognize.

“Looks like the whole crew’s here!” I laugh. I'm met with hugs and high fives. Brook gives me a warm welcome kiss and that's when the thought hits me.

I ask, “Wait, is Christine here too?”  

Brooke’s face falls and I look around the room, everyone is either looking at the ground or at Micheal. I turn to Micheal to, he sighs and places a hand on my shoulder, “We should talk dude.

He leads me into a side room off the room that we were in and pulls a journal out from a cabinet in the room and hands it to me. not looking me in the eyes, he says, “I think you should read this.”

He leaves me alone, closing the curtain that separates this room from the others. Not much privacy in this place, huh?

I flip open the journal and immediately recognize the beautiful cursive handwriting.

It's Christine’s.

Day 1

Day 1 in the zombie apocalypse. Never thought I’d have to say that. I'm hiding in the school with some other kids, Rich and Micheal from school. Micheal found me hiding in the school while looking for Jeremy. He found Rich in the school too. I'm worried about him, he doesn’t look too good, it's probably because he hasn’t found Jeremy yet. To be honest, I'm worried too. Micheal’s worried he's dead, I assured him that he’s probably out their somewhere, but I'm not too sure…

Day 7

It's our one-week anniversary of surviving the zombie apocalypse! We found Chloe and Brooke this week, we decided to venture out of the school so we headed towards the mall, which of course is where we would find those two. Still no Jeremy though, Micheal’s looking worse and worse every day.

Day 9

The whole crew is almost back together! We found Jake roaming the city, plus a group of seniors from our school too.

Day 16

Jeremy Heere is Dead.

Wait, no I'm not?

We were losing hope that we would find him when a horde of zombies passed, one carried with them a body, it had Jeremy’s jacket and aside from how mangled, it looked like him. We had to hold Micheal back from running into the middle of the horde to “get him back”.

I miss him.

They must have mistaken me for a body I guess?

Day 29

We got caught today, Micheal has been different ever since we found Jeremy. I can't blame him. We got caught in the middle of a horde, barely got away unharmed. Well almost unharmed. I got bit. But we don't know if this is standard zombie rules, right? I haven't told the others yet, but I will.

Oh no.

Day 34

I haven't told them yet, but everyday I get worse. I can't go on like this.

No. No. No no no.

Day 41

I can't become one of those things, I just can't. So goodbye Rich, Jake, Chloe, and Brooke. Goodbye Michael. See you soon Jeremy.

And then it ends. And she -- no -- no she couldn't have. Tears prick my eyes and roll down my face. Suddenly I'm gasping for air and everything is distant. I feel a hand on my shoulder and someone shaking me, but I can't hear what they’re saying.

Finally, Micheal brings me out of it. He gives me a room in the bunker and says we’ll talk through everything tomorrow. It's going to be a very long night.

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FIC: Long Night (Marvel MCU, Tony/Peter)

Title: Long Night Author: Atanih88 Rating: NC-17 Summary: Peter needs just a little bit more. Notes: So. This is what happens when you quit your job and your last day draws near and you’re still struggling to find another job. Stress porn writing. Un-beta’d stress porn writing. This is an addition to my In Heat fic. This is originally posted on AO3. If you enjoy my writing I have a ko-fi account, you can contribute or just follow me, either would be welcome! TL;DR hope you guys enjoy this.

The numbers on Tony's watch read 3.23 AM.

He sits, sprawled on the chair in the dark, robe tied loose around his waist, legs splayed, head resting back. He hurts everywhere. He can feel the burn of scratches raked from the back of his neck all the way down his back to his waist and ribcage. His ass didn't escape either and he knows there'll be bruises there. Tony's throat is a minefield of soreness from all the marks sucked into his skin.

Also, he's pretty sure his dick is broken.

A moan sounds from the bed. It makes all the hairs on Tony's body stand up on end, the feeling sweeping over him close to dread. Except for the part where his dick twitches. It's painful.

Tony winces and spreads his legs, because Tony junior deserves as much space and as he wants right now. Maybe even some much deserved rest.

Tony lifts his head and a groan rises in his chest.

He's been avoiding looking, just because he knows, knows the image is going to knife right through him.

On Tony's Queen sized bed, in a mess of sheets that are barely clinging to the mattress and scattered sex toys, with an arm wrapped around a pillow and lying on his front, is Peter.

The city lights filter in through the floor to ceiling windows, throwing Peter's body into stark relief.

Tony's gaze drift over the dips and curves of him, the swell of a calf, dip of Peter's spine, the long stretch of Peter's neck and hair that's sticking up every which way from Tony's fingers and Peter's own. He follows the line of Peter's back to the plump ass that's on display. An ass that has given Tony the ride of his life. More than once. Several times, actually.

Enough times that Tony hadn't enjoyed that last trip to the can and had briefly considered dipping his dick in ice just to make it feel better.

Tony's not sure he can take another round.

But even as he thinks it, Peter turns his head. His eyes open slowly, light glinting off them. They zero in on Tony.

Oh boy.

Tony breathes in deep and waits.

'Hey, Mr Stark.' Peter's voice sounds as if it's been dragged over a grater.

'You alright, kid?' Tony asks. 'You need anything? Got you some water. You want something to eat?'

At the mention of water, Peter lifts his head up off the bed and spots the bottle Tony had left on the bedside table earlier. He sits up; movements slow, like he's moving under water. And Tony was already treated to the sight of Peter on his knees, but watching him kneeling on the bed, back and ass on display like that as Peter drinks—well.

That's not gonna get old any time soon.

In the quiet of the room, he can hear Peter gulping the water down. When Peter's done, he very carefully reaches to put the empty bottle back on the bedside table. Then he rests his hands on his thighs and hangs his head.

'Um. Mr Stark.' Peter sighs and then eases himself to sit on the edge of the bed, bare feet touching the floor and hands curling around the edges of the bed. His head is still hanging low.

He looks as exhausted as Tony feels. 'Kid? You good?' He frowns, starts to sit up because it occurs to him that despite Peter's crazy strength and the way his body is built for the crazy, intense sex drive that omega's go through in a heat—which Tony's managed to satisfy, by the way—Peter might be hurting.

Peter nods his head, barely lifting it and doesn't move for a moment. 'I think—I think one more.'

Tony stares.

'Kid.'

Maybe if they use the toys again, could be enough to see the rest of this through—

'Sorry,' Peter murmurs. He glances up and Tony can see it. There's awareness there now that hadn't been there earlier, when Peter had been so deep in heat all he'd wanted was to have Tony crammed as deep inside him as possible. But now, although Tony can see how the heat is still making him a little hazy around the edges, making the skin of Peter's chest and throat darken. But now there's concern there, concern for Tony.

Fuck.

'Come here,' Tony says.

Peter gets up, slower than he'd been earlier in the night, but just as eager.

'Might take a little work though,' Tony says already reaching for him and despite how little he feels like he can move right now, feeling the muscles and heat of Peter's flanks under his hands fills him with a deep-seated satisfaction that Tony knows he's going to want beyond this night. 'Middle-aged, genius, billionaire here.'

Peter's mouth quirks up in a smile as he moves to stand in the space between Tony's open legs. It's a little weak, a lot tired, but there. 'I don't mind,' Peter says. And then of course, because what the hell, Tony might as well die right here because this is as good as it gets, Peter kneels and tugs Tony's robe open in one motion.

The hand Peter wraps around Tony makes him hiss. Good and bad. Tony drops his head back and locks his hands on the arms of the chair, gritting his teeth.

Peter just wraps his fingers around him, loose grip around Tony's soft weight.

'This feels a little surreal, you know?'

'Kid, thinking isn't high on my list of priorities right now. Shocking, I know.' The groan punches out of his throat follows the hot wet heat that envelops the head of his cock, the velvet rough of Peter's tongue stroking the underside of Tony's soft cock makes Tony's eyes water even as his lower belly tenses from the sensation. 'Christ,' he drops a hand and threads his fingers through Peter's hair, can't really control the strength of his grip right now as his hips can't decide whether to shove forward and pull back. 'Should've made those changes to my will,' he murmurs.

The surprised laugh Peter lets out around Tony's cock almost finishes him right there and then. Tony's not even sure there's anything left in his balls for him to even come but he's hardening. Slowly. Painfully.

Fuck. Fuck.

When Peter begins to suck, Tony flinches. It's like—god. It's addictive, gives a whole new meaning to excruciating pleasure. Tony's hard now, his aching balls tightening. He's holding on to Peter's hair so tightly he's surprised Peter hasn't said anything about it but he can't stop himself, just like he can't stop the small hitch of his hips, shoving himself into that wet mouth now, teeth grinding together as the sensitivity makes his eyelashes damp.

The sounds are lewd in the quiet of the room and make Tony feel like they're wrapped in dark velvet, the slick, slurping sounds music to his hears—the brief choking when Tony presses in deep and holds himself there for a second too long followed by the rush of Peter's breath.

Yeah. Tony's going to hell.

But that's when he smells it. He's familiar with it now. The first few times he hadn't noticed it, but then after being down between Peter's thighs for most of the night, tongue spearing into his tight hole and tasting slick for the first time in his life, Tony knew that scent. He'd know it anywhere.

It tinges the air with its sweetness and instantly Tony is struck by the sense memory of Peter's natural juices slicking his mouth and cheeks, fragrant on his tongue in a way that makes Tony think of rose water.

And he wants it.

Not like anyone would accuse Tony of being a saint, and there's probably no one who comes as close to having tried as many substances, legal or illegal as Tony. He knows the signs of addiction, knows when something pings in his stomach and sticks in his throat like a craving. He thinks he could lap at Peter's hole forever and never come up.

'Fuck, baby,' the endearment slips past his lips, natural as anything and Peter moans, the sound vibrating around Tony and making him shout, 'up. Get up here.'

Peter opens his mouth, lets Tony's cock drag down his tongue as he falls out of the snug grip of Peter's lips.

'Um, Mr Stark,' Peter says as he climbs over him, straddling Tony in one sinuous motion, his blushing cock bobbing as he settles, ass rubbing over Tony's cock and leaving it wet.

Damn. Tony loves that. Even when he can barely stand any more stimulation, he loves that.

Peter ducks his head so that Tony can only seen the down sweep of his lashes and his red, red mouth. He pushes the robe off of Tony's shoulders, baring all of Tony to him. 'Can you call me baby again? I, um, I kinda really like it, you know.'

'Sweetheart,' Tony grunts, curving his hands to Peter's waist and running his thumbs along the Peter's hipbones, digging his fingers in there, 'you get that ass on me and I'll call you whatever you want.'

It's kind of ridiculous that the kid can still blush in this situation, but Peter does. It's cute. Who would've thought Tony would be into that? But he is. Tony lifts his hips, rubbing his cock along Peter's slippery crack. He slides his hands down from Peter's hips, fills his palms with the meat of Peter's ass and splits him right down the middle.

Peter moans and starts undulating on his lap and Tony can't look away. It's gonna hurt when he comes. But he wants it so badly he can taste it, wants to spill inside that tight heat once more.

'Okay,' Peter says, voice catching, he plants his feet on the floor, settles harder over Tony for a moment, thigh muscles flexing. He lifts off for a moment, balancing a hand on Tony's chest, right where his scar is, hand damp with sweat. Tony bites his lip as Peter touches him again, long enough to press the head of Tony's dick to his swollen, wet hole.

They've worked it so hard that it doesn't take much.

'O-oh.' Peter's head falls back and the hand pressed to Tony's chest claws into his skin, nails breaking the skin. 'Damn, Mr Stark, I'm—'

'Yeah.' Tony feels as if every part of him is straining, his groin feels like its on fire but the wet, hot, muscles slowly sliding down the length of him are as close to heaven as he thinks he'll ever get. Tony's good with that. He's more than good. 'Yeah, kid,' he digs his fingers into the meat of Peter's ass cheeks, braces himself for it and yanks him the rest of the way down.

Peter's head snaps back and his yelp echoes in the room. 'Ah. Ah—fu—Mr Stark,' his chest is heaving and he sounds like he's on the verge of tears.

Okay so maybe Tony's a little twisted because the idea of tears running hot down Peter's flushed face just make him burn hotter.

'C'mon, kid, last one right?' He nudges Peter into a gentle rhythm, rocking up into him, balls nestling up tight against Peter's ass on every push in.

'Y—yeah, I think so.' Peter gathers himself, sits himself firmly on Tony's cock and curls forward, both hands running up Tony's body now and locking behind Tony's throat. It's clear his energy is burning out too because he just drops his head against Tony's, forehead pressing to his, mouth hovering over Tony's, warm air brushing softly over Tony's lips as he starts to corkscrew himself down on Tony, pushing him deep.

It hits Tony then.

His gaze drops to Peter's abused mouth and he can't believe he hasn't kissed it yet.

'Pete.'

Peter's whole body works as he rides Tony, slow and hard, eyebrows dipped down like he's in pain.

'Pete,' Tony says again and reluctantly moves a hand from Peter's ass to grip his chin and tip his face up, 'baby,' that makes Peter moan and drop down harder and almost distracting Tony. Tony narrows his eyes on him.

The crack of his hand against Peter's ass is a shock to them both, because, Tony didn't think it through—Peter gasps—

Peter tightens around him like a vice, arching, taut like a bowstring. His lean, stiff cock jerking and spurting untouched, painting both their chests in cloudy white drops.

'Christ,' Tony winces, gathers Peter as he goes boneless against his chest and wraps both arms around him, 'hold on kid.' Peter's still clenching around him in small spasms. Tony squeezes his eyes shut and starts punching his hips up, balls slapping hard against Peter's ass cheeks. He can feel Peter's mouth against his neck, gasping wetly against him, gaping mouth dragging over Tony's skin with each thrust—

When Tony comes, it hurts as much as he thought it would. 'Jesus,' he hisses, pushing a hand down between them and curling it protectively around the base of his dick, trying to scoot back in the seat with Peter's entire weight on him and tugging his dick out of that too-tight grip that on any other night he'd be happy to stay in forever but really. Tony thinks he can hold his head up high.

Peter makes a small, forlorn noise where his face is plastered to Tony's shoulder.

'Yeah, I know, sorry kid, reached my limit.'

'S'okay,' Peter slurs and snuggles in closer.

'We should move back to the bed.'

'Okay,' Peter says.

He doesn't move. Neither does Tony.

Oh.

Tony almost forgot. Again.

'Pete.'

'Hmm.'

Tony somehow finds the strength to lift his arms and cup Peter's face in his hands. He pulls Peter away from his neck.

It takes a moment for Peter to open his eyes.

He really is gorgeous.

Tony presses his mouth to Peter's, gentle, savouring. He sees surprise flare on Peter's face, bringing some alertness to his expression. And then his eyes close, his mouth opens for Tony and he wraps his arms around Tony's neck.

As Tony slides into his mouth, nips at his tongue, his lip, bites gently at the corner of Peter's mouth, satisfaction settles strong and right in the pit of his stomach.

When he finally pulls away, Peter looks lost for a moment. Then a smile steals over his face, tired and a little dopey.

'You liked that?' Tony asks, amused. And happy. Huh. That's happiness he's feeling right now.

'Yeah,' Peter says, presses another, shorter kiss to Tony's mouth and then snuggles right back into him. 'I'd like to do that again.'

'Good.' Tony wraps his arms back around him. 'Me too.'

They'll have to go to bed soon. Tony's bones aren't going to take this for too much longer.

For now though, as the sweat cools on their skin and that lingering scent of rose water begins to fade, Tony's content to stay where he is.

Just a little bit longer.