#is it supposed to be wander around blind until you figure it out

[purble-gaymer]

has anybody blazed through frogsong fast enough to tell me what the fuck i’m supposed to be doing during the last phase of the final boss

[lomlhwa]

in the stars (c.bg)

pairing: alien!beomgyu x abduction victim!reader

preview: scientists didn't even know aliens existed until like, a week ago. now here you are on one of their ships being taken to their planet to repopulate their species.

tags/warnings: fem reader, monster cocks!beomgyu, two cocks, beomgyu has three eyes idk, tentacles...., his arms have suction cups, marking, oral (m.receiving), aphrodisiac use, knotting (?), breeding, dacryphilia, pet names (baby, my salvation, pretty girl), biting, praise + degradation, bulge kink, overstimulation, kinda subby beomgyu, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampies obvi

trigger warnings: abduction, forced aphrodisiac consumption

wc: 3.2k

song recs for this fic: e.t by katy perry

a/n: my goodness

walking through the forest near your house has always been calming for you. the peaceful quietness of the forest after dark is something you longed for all day. today was no different. a long day at work had you heading for the forest as soon as you got home. you gathered your flashlight, blanket and a sweater and locked your car. leaves crunched under your shoes as you disappeared deeper into the thicket.

the light of day disappeared quickly as you wandered deeper and deeper. by the time you found a spot to lay your blanket, the stars were starting to appear. you placed your fluffy blanket down on the ground softly, laying down to watch more stars litter the sky. this activity was something that had begun to be advised against. the discovery of aliens had made most people scared to be outdoors for long periods of time. 

you, however, were in denial about this supposed alien life that had been discovered. it felt like weird timing that you couldn’t put your finger on. therefore until you saw one with your own eyes, you wouldn’t believe anything about the aliens. the stars sparkle in the sky as the sky reaches its darkest state. you ponder on the extraterrestrial life that has finally shown itself. would they ever really invade earth? you wondered how the world would react to this kind of attack. 

you shake your head. the aliens aren’t real, there’s no invasion to worry about. the government just wants to make up a distraction for some scandal. you raise your arms to rest them under your head, admiring the beautiful sky. your eyes lock onto a star that seems much brighter than the rest of them. but not in a ‘northern star’ way, but in an unnatural way. you rise and sit cross legged, tilting your head in confusion. it almost seems like it’s getting bigger or, like, approaching you. 

you stand up and stare up at the light. you realize that it is, in fact, approaching you. the light gets bigger and bigger until a beam of light appears in a circle on the ground. it seems like the light is searching for something. you stand in place like a deer in headlights before deciding to get out of there. you leave all of your things where they were and start running. your quick movements seem to have alerted the light and it starts chasing after you. you run as fast as you possibly can, your legs working overtime. your foot catches on a branch and you come tumbling down onto the ground. 

the light settles onto you, the harsh wind from some kind of aircraft sending leaves and twigs flying. before you know it, your body is being lifted off the ground. you thrash around, trying to escape. before you know it, you’re reaching the source of the bright light. you see some sort of door open before you lose consciousness. 

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you come to, the lights of a bright, white room blinding you. you squint, adjusting to your surroundings. your eyes struggle with the lights, the room feeling ten times brighter with the harsh fluorescents. your eyes settle on a dark figure in the corner of the room. the figure seems skittish, avoiding your gaze. “hello?” you say, your voice breaking. it feels like you had been screaming, but you have no memory of anything since being lifted into the air. 

your eyes adjust to see what looks like a person in the corner. you can see the person fiddling with their hands. “h-hello, human,” he responds. he sounds like he has some weird accent that you can’t place. he wanders closer to you, and you can finally get a better look at him. you know immediately that this is one of the aliens you were so in denial about. his arms up to his elbows  are a dark purple and so is his nose and the tips of his ears. it’s a beautiful shade but also very inhuman. he also has a third eye sitting in the middle of his forehead, between his other two eyes. his inner arms up to his shoulders  were adorned with small suction cups like an octopus. other than his obviously alien-like features, he looks relatively human. he has a pretty, dark wolf cut and two of his eyes are brown, despite his third one being a bright yellow. he has pretty, pink lips and flushed cheeks. he looks so nervous to be near you, despite being the one who abducted you. 

you try and get up out of the chair you’re in and find your legs to be strapped down, along with your wrists. “please, stay calm, don’t fight the restraints,” he speaks again, his eyes darting all over the room. anywhere but you. “why are you doing this? please, let me go. i won’t tell anyone about this,” you plead, worried your life is in the hands of this being. “i’m not g-going to kill you,” he explains. he almost seems more scared than you are. “i need your help.” you furrow your brows, confused. “for what?” you ask, tugging on your restraints again. “my people… they’re going extinct. there are no females left on my planet,” he trails off, his eyes staying glued to the floor. “i chose you to help me with… repopulation.”

your eyes widen so much that you’re worried they might pop out of your head. “repopulation!? no, no, no, i can’t help you with that,” you smile awkwardly, not knowing how to even react to this information. “i’m human and you’re… what are you? and who are you?” you ask, looking him up and down. “i’m beomgyu and i’m from venus. i’m a verenok,” he explains, as if it was nothing to you. as if you would understand. “okay, my point still stands. i’m a human and you’re an alien. how am i supposed to repopulate your planet if we’re of different species’?” you do your best to gesture at yourself, despite beomgyu not even looking in your direction. 

“w-we don’t have to be the same species. i just have to… uh…” he trails off and scratches the back of his neck nervously. “you have to what?” you ask, worry filling your tone of voice. “i have to knot you,” he blurts out. you look at him, confused. you had no idea what that meant but you can only assume it’s some sort of mating thing. when he scans your facial expressions, he panics and adds more to his statement. “it’ll feel so good, i promise. i have this pill to give you that will prepare you. it’s an aphrodisiac,” he reaches into the pocket of his pants and holds up a medium sized pink pill. before you can respond, he walks over to you and forces your mouth open. he drops the pill down your throat, followed by a syringe of water that seemingly came from the same pocket.

he looks at you with guilty eyes, seeming to immediately regret his decision. “i’m sorry. i just really, really  need your cooperation. i’ll be back in a bit once the pill starts working to see how you feel,” he explains before scurrying away and out the door. you open your mouth to call out to him, but it’s too late. you settle into your spot on the examination table you were currently strapped to. an aphrodisiac? did he seriously just force a sex drug down your throat? all you could really do was wait, either for him to come back or for the meds to kick in.

much to your dismay, the meds kick in long before beomgyu returns. you’re writhing on the table, your whole body burning. you clench your thighs together, desperate for any form of friction. you sweat profusely, your clothes sticking to your body disgustingly. “beomgyuuu,” you call out for him, you body basically begging for the man who had previously promised you sex. you begin to border on crying, your core so desperate to be touched. “gyu, please come back, i know you can hear me. i’ll help you, i promise. please,” you plead, your back arching and relaxing repeatedly. 

the door on the other side of the room opens and beomgyu pops his head in. “you’ll help me?” he asks, and you nod immediately. “yes! yes, please beomgyu. i’ll do anything, just please touch me,” you pull at your restraints, trying to get at him. beomgyu reaches into his pocket and suddenly your restraints are released. you’re quick to scramble off the exam table and crawl over to beomgyu who had slightly migrated into the room. you rest on your knees and place your hands in a praying position. “please, please, i need you to fuck me,” you beg. your eyes trail down from his eyes to his crotch that you’re eye level with. “i need you in my mouth, beomgyu, please.” beomgyu looks down at you with a shocked, but lust filled expression. “o-okay. go ahead, human.”

your mouth waters as you pull his pants down. your jaw drops when your faced with two giant, purple cocks. you barely know what to do with yourself at this discovery. you had had an inkling that he would be purple down here, considering the coloring of other parts of his body. “so pretty,” you mumble before connecting your mouth to the cock that sits below the other one. you wrap your hand around the one that isn’t resting in your mouth. beomgyu sighs in relief, his eyes crossing in pleasure. he staggers, his hands connecting to your hair. he strips himself of his shirt, revealing tentacles that sit on his ribcage. they’re long and seem to be able to elongate themselves. they move and wiggle down to your neck, wrapping themselves around and tightening ever so slightly. 

the bulge in your throat moved deliciously under his tentacles, his instincts taking over and tightening around your throat more to feel it better. you choke and cough around him, sinking your mouth further down to take more of him. your hand moves swiftly while stroking his other cock, making sure he feels the most pleasure you can offer. you feel some of the suckers on his tentacles attach themselves to your neck. they make a slurping noise when sucking against your skin, leaving dark purple circle marks on your supple skin. you dig your nails into his hips, finding that his legs are purple up to mid-thigh. 

you do your best to take the entirety of his length down your throat, but it’s physically impossible. beomgyu whimpers and whines every time you make an effort to take more of him down your throat. “okay, okay, fuck, i don’t think y-you want my cum down your throat,” he moves to push your head away from him and you pull him back. “gyu, please, need it,” you beg, giving the tip of his lower cock kitten licks. you take him back into your mouth and bob your head faster. you use your hand to jerk his other cock at the same speed, your body aching for him to cum for you. “please, please,” you chant, pleading for what you need. 

beomgyu’s breath gets caught in his throat as he finally finishes, his cocks releasing cum down your throat and on your face. your whole body shakes, the feeling of him getting off to your pleasure making you feel like an animal. you remove your mouth from him and swallow to the best of your abilities. you lick your hand and do your best to collect the semen from your face and shove it into your mouth. you find that his semen is very different from that of a human man. it’s sweet and kind of tinted purple. you almost feel hungry for more to consume. you look up at beomgyu and find that he’s still painfully hard. “get back on the table,” he demands. the tone of his voice completely shifting. 

you scramble to get yourself back to where you had started. beomgyu follows you just as quickly. as soon as you settle down on the examination table, beomgyu hooks his fingers under the waistband of your pants and strips your bottom half. your legs spread on their own, inviting him between your legs. the tentacles from his ribs slither to your core, one of them teasing your hole and the other finding your clit. he leans over you to connect his mouth with yours, kissing you with almost bruising force. he lifts your shirt over your head and discards it somewhere else in the room. he wraps his arms around your waist, the suckers on his arms squishing against you and sucking like his mouth would. you can feel that you’ll end up with hickies all over your body, your body turning a similar shade to beomgyu. “you look prettier like this, my salvation. you’re my color now.”

he presses firmly against you, his arms holding you in place, his cocks brushing your entrance deliciously. he peppers your face and neck with kisses while his tentacles move to wrap around your breasts. they attach and detach from your skin, leaving dark marks in their wake. “you can t-take both, right?” he asks as he moves one hand down to align himself properly. in your delirious haze, you find yourself nodding desperately. you were sweating and whining, your hole begging to be filled. “you’re acting like a bitch in heat, are you sure you’re not one of us?” he chuckles and you can do nothing but buck your hips against him. 

he squeezes the tips of both cocks together, doing his best to at least make the initial stretch less unbearable. you’re soaking wet and desperate, so you couldn’t care less how much this was going to sting. beomgyu shoves into you at an agonizingly slow pace, but it makes your brain absolutely go numb. it takes him probably a good couple minutes to fully bottom out at the speed he’s going. when he finally does, there’s a very obvious bulge in your lower stomach. your jaw hung slack as your body desperately tried to adjust. “so big… so good…” you mumble, lifting your head to look down between your legs and admire the way you look spread open. your eyes then trail up to beomgyu’s face and you’re met with the most beautiful sight.

the alien between your legs had his pretty bottom lip caught between his sharp teeth, his own eyes also admiring the way he disappeared into you. you could tell he was struggling to keep his eyes open, the pleasure overtaking him. his cheeks flushed a dark pink, seeming to be in disbelief that he had actually managed to get inside his human captive. “fuck, baby, you’re sucking me in like a good girl. i knew you’d be the perfect candidate,” he brushes a hand over the bulge in your stomach before using his arm to hold himself up over you. he runs his purple tongue over his fanged teeth, before scanning your body.

“need… please move,” you plead, clenching and unclenching around him repeatedly. finally, he draws his hips back, before slamming into you. you cry out immediately, the feeling being such an intense mix of pain and pleasure that your nerves have no idea how to react. you feel like your whole body is on fire, the aphrodisiac working its magic to make your body desperate for more despite being filled with two cocks. you grab him by the nape of his neck and connect your mouths, desperate for as much contact as possible. he wraps his arms around you again, placing them meticulously so that he fills the empty space on your torso with more dark purple and blue marks. 

he thrusts into you with so little mercy or care for your human state. he folds you in half, connecting his suckers to the backs of your thighs to keep you in place. his tentacles slither away from your chest and down to your core. one connects a sucker to your clit and the other forces its way into your hole along with his cocks. “gyu, fuck, need to cum,” your eyes burn with tears as your orgasm comes hurdling towards you like a train. “oh, my perfect salvation,” he mumbles against your mouth. “you can cum, but i’m not gonna stop. have to breed you,” he runs his tongue over your bottom lip as he finishes speaking before kissing you once again. your orgasm crashes over you and your whole body trembles in his hold. he holds you down tighter, your body beginning to fight against him from overstimulation. 

“oh, don’t fight it, pretty girl. you know you want more. you’re practically bursting at the seams,” he taunts you. he removes his mouth from yours before connecting it to your jugular. your legs shake and try desperately to close, but his strength is much more than yours. he kisses the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into a seemingly specific part of your neck. “mine, mine, mine, all mine,” he mutters. his possessiveness over you has you inching closer and closer to a second oragsm. he can feel you tensing again, and it’s perfect timing. “gonna knot you this time, baby. it’s gonna feel a little weird, but it’ll ensure that you’re impregnated.” 

you nod despite the fact that none of his words had actually registered in your brain. the tentacle that had been wriggling around inside you pulled itself out. as you came, you felt his cocks get impossibly bigger inside you. as the bases of his cocks swell and plug your hole, his whole demeanor changes. his previously mostly dominant behavior completely. he unsticks his arms from your legs and lets them rest on his hips. he leans on his elbows next to your head and strokes your hair. he looks at you like he’s never loved anyone more than you. “you’re perfect. i couldn’t have picked someone better, my salvation.” he swells inside you more and more, and you feel like you’re going to explode. 

finally, you feel him filling you to the brim with his cum, and you can almost feel that he’s filling you directly in your womb. the experience has you feeling drunk. your eyes cross and you drink in the feeling of him finally filling you up. your body is exhausted and it’s almost like his knot was the antidote for the aphrodisiac you had taken. he slowly pulls out of you, a glob of cum following him. he pants, wiping his forehead with his forearm. “okay, i’m gonna go get you some clothes and a towel, and then we begin our journey back to venus.” 

you raise your hand to your neck, feeling the mark of his teeth in your skin. your brain comes to an understanding that you are, in fact, his. you don’t mind all too much. “i’m sorry, i’ve never knotted anyone before. it’s a sacred practice that we’ve now shared,” beomgyu explains as he cleans you up and helps you put on robes similar to his. “um, we are mates forever now though.” you shrug, hopping down from the table. “that’s okay. i like you,” you smile and wander around the room. “i’m y/n by the way, since you never asked for my name.” you walk back over to him and admire his stature next to you. 

“ready to go home?” he asks you, and you nod. “let’s go home.”

© lomlhwa 2024

[xxchumanixx]

hiii, could you write a Tim Bradford X Grey!reader? She is sergeant grey’s daughter but adopted, so everyone can imagine themselves as they want 💕!

and they have to sneak around because she is “off limits”, also maybe younger than him??

and one day, while they are at her house and they are doing it (idk if you write smut, if you don’t you don’t have to go into details ofc). Wade goes at her house because she was not answering her phone and finds them while she is literally on top of him ??

Not just any man

Tim Bradford x Grey!reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni!, smut, p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), language, fluff, secret relationship, reader is Grey's adoptive daughter

Word count: 1.722

Authors note: Hey love, thanks for the request! Yes, I do write smut. I hope this fits your expectations! I really appreciate the idea with the reader being adopted, so everyone can imagine the reader as they like!

Enjoy!

There was a lot you had Wade Grey to thank for.

Catching you with your boyfriend wasn't one of those things, though. Especially when your boyfriend was one of his officers and he was older than you.

You were in so much trouble.

It had all began when you met Tim at a charity event hosted at the police station (not the best place for an event like this, as your father later would always like to mention).

It had instantly clicked.

The thrill of doing this behind everyone's back was what excited you the most the first few months - that was, until Tim confessed his feelings to you.

You were deeply in love with each other, and no one would be able to separate you - not even your father, even when he decided to fire Tim, if he ever found out.

When you were a baby, barely a few months old, Wade had adopted you.

Your parents died a few days prior, losing everything, including their lives, when a drug deal went horribly wrong.

You didn't know much about them, but you didn't care. The Grey's were your family, not them.

Family didn't end in blood.

You were a little older than their biological daughter, but you were still your fathers little girl.

Which meant you were off limits - to everyone, including Tim. Not that it would have stopped you, though.

You had to sneak around of course, but someday your parents eventually had to find out - especially if you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Tim.

It just wasn't supposed to be that day, especially not like this.

You and Tim had been busy that day, you both had a day off and had been cooking together, went shopping (yes, you did that together, when your parents weren't near), and watched movies.

All that time you didn't look at your phone, though - missing several calls from your father.

Now, you were very busy with Tim, as he placed kisses down your neck, making you shiver in delight.

Your naked body's pressed together, his fingers brushing over the curves of your breasts, wandering further down.

Your fingers touched him wherever they reached - his muscular chest, his back and his arms, brushing through his short hair as his fingers pleasured you.

His lips found yours, muffling a moan, as his fingers went in and out of your tight pussy, his palm brushing your clit in the process, sending shivers up your body.

You loved every second of it.

You loved the way he always took care of you, the way he took his sweet time.

The knot in your stomach tightened, as he quickened the pace of his fingers. Gasping his name your fingers dug into his shoulders, his lips ghosting over your neck, as his thumb drew figure eights on your clit.

With a few last strokes you came, moaning his name, pure bliss pulsing through you, blinding you momentarily. You rode out your high on his fingers, before he removed them, smirking down at you as you gasped for air.

He was breathtakingly beautiful. His eyes that shined like the stars at night, full of love. His face, his lips and his hair - he was perfect the way he was.

And he was all yours.

His lips found yours again and he stroked himself, before he aligned his dick with your entrance.

Slowly, he inched forward, stretching you out in just the right way, the initial pain quickly fading into a feeling that was so much better.

When he was fully settled, he started to move, not giving you much time to adjust.

A throaty moan passed your lips, as his hands gripped your hips to steady himself. You fell into a steady rhythm, the familiar knot in your belly already forming again.

"Fuck." he breathed, one of his hands finding your breast, pinching your nipple. Moaning loudly your legs wrapped around his middle, taking him even deeper.

He thrust into you vigorously, your moans mixing together. But you wanted a change in position.

Pushing him back you sat up, his brows furrowing in confusion. You pushed him onto his back, causing him to chuckle knowingly, as he realized what you were doing.

Smirking, you straddled him, not wasting any time to sink down on him again. He groaned, his hands gripping your hips, steadying you.

“Oh fuck…” His moan was like music to your ears, raw and unfiltered, as you started to move, up and down and up and down.

Skin slapped on skin, as he gripped your ass, helping you in your movement, when he suddenly stiffened, pulling you into his arms to cover you up.

"Tim wha-" you wanted to ask what happened, when you heard it.

"You better be kidding me!"

Flinching, your head snapped in the direction of your father's voice, body pressed against Tim, as your eyes widened.

"What the hell?" you yelled, your father's back turned towards you, one hand on his pistol.

"What the fuck?" Tim cut in. "What the hell is he doing here?"

"What the hell am I doing here?" your father bellowed, as you climbed off Tim, frantically searching for your clothes. "What the hell am I doing in my daughter's house? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

He shouted - never a good sign.

Tim searched for the right words, not sure how to explain, as you threw his shirt at him.

When you were both fully clothed your father had already left the bedroom, pacing in your living room.

Walking towards him you tried to come up with an explanation. It would have been useless to lie, so you decided to confront him with the truth.

"We're together." you spoke, swallowing. Fast and painless - just rip the bandaid off in one move.

Your gaze fixed on your father who so suddenly stopped, you thought time had paused for a second.

"You are what?" he yelled, anger clear as day on his face, a vein on his neck popping out. Tim stood somewhere behind you, not daring to say anything.

After all he was still his boss.

"We. Are. Together." you repeated word after word. "We are in a relationship. We love each other."

Your father's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets, as he stared at you, mouth agape.

How we're you to explain, if he suddenly had a heart attack?

"You of all people!" he spoke angrily, pointing at Tim and you stood in front of him, blocking his way as your father took a step closer. Giving him a pointed look, he fell silent.

"Dad, I'm not thirteen anymore!" you tried to reason, shaking your head at him. "Im twenty-six! You don't have to protect me from men - and you definitely don't have the right to tell me who I date and who I don't!"

Blinking rapidly he tried to process your words.

"But-" he started, irritation clear on his face. "Y/N, you're my daughter! I told them you're off limits!"

Furrowing your brows you looked at him in disbelieve. "You did what?" you almost shouted. "God, you're so embarrassing!" His eyes were wide. "I am embarrassing? Seeing my daughter naked with a man - that is embarrassing!"

Your cheeks flushed, not wanting to be reminded of that, as you looked away.

Sighing he tried to find the right words, only making unintelligible sounds, though. "I can decide on my own who I want to be with, dad." you explained, brushing away a lose strand of hair.

"But-" he tried again, brows furrowed in sadness, and your heart grew heavy. "You're my daughter, my little girl! I can't just hand you off to any random guy!"

"What?" Tim interrupted, stepping forward. Rolling his eyes your father shook his head, fully knowing he could trust Tim Bradford.

If anyone, it was him.

It grew quiet, as you bit your lip, nervousness washing over you in waves. Would he fire Tim? Destroy his entire career just because he loved his daughter?

He sighed heavily, wiping over his face with his hand.

"Look, you didn't answer your phone all day so I got worried - and then I find you with him!" he explained, briefly pointing at Tim, who grabbed your hand, not letting go even as your father's jaw clenched at the sight.

"I'm not ready to hand you off just yet."

Closing your eyes for a moment you took a deep breath. "Sarge, I love your daughter and I want to be with her." Tim started, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

It would all be good.

"I'm not willing to give her up, just because you can't let go."

Your father's brows rose at the bluntness of his words, but he kept quiet, chewing on his cheek as he thought.

"What if you break her heart?" he wanted to know after a while, tilting his head. "Won't happen." Tim returned without a moment's hesitation.

You couldn't help but smile at his words. You loved him with all your heart and you knew he did the same.

Your father swallowed, nodding after a while, eyes glistening. "If you just so much as look at her in the wrong way, I will make the rest of your life a living hell." he swore Tim, huffing at his emotions taking over.

Letting go of Tim's hand you walked to your father, hugging him in relief. He returned the hug, his arms the same shelter as when you were just a small child.

"Thank you." you whispered, happy tears filling your eyes. "When he hurts you, just tell me and I'll get rid of him." he offered, letting go of you.

Judging by Tim's huff he heard his words, but you were sure he did it intentionally.

"I love you, dad." He smiled down at you, the emotions still clear on his distraught face. "I love you too, kiddo."

Rolling your eyes you hugged him again, before letting go and walking towards Tim.

Smiling up at him you took his hand back in yours. It would all be good. He returned the smile, still a little hesitant because of your father's presence.

Standing on your tip toes you kissed him, causing your father to immediately protest.

"No!"

[valalice]

hear me out… combat training with rival!caitlyn where she gets all mad n frowny when you shit talk her so she pins you down on the mat. i’ve been thinking about this for WEEKS.

this is what i'm talking about !

you should've known better really, shit talking caitlyn kiramman of all people. but she makes it hard to somewhat tolerate her to a certain degree when she parades around like she owns the fucking place, her lean figure pin straight (perfect posture of course, nothing less expected of a kiramman), head held high (cassandra made it a point to instill the objective into young caitlyn's mind that you never let people persevere you as weak), and a cocky smirk that for some reason stays glued to her face at all times. she had every reason to be cocky—full of her self when she's the best at everything, everyone is either intimidated by her or adores her, and no there is no in between. you feel neither towards her, having the same prideful air about you, and there's no way in hell you'd ever adore her, you hate her, but again, hate does no lie between intimidated and adoration, it's the rotten third, born from pure animosity you have for her. it's something sacred really what you and her have, something so foolish, childish about your rivalry, but still serious in its own way.

you should've known your words would've been whispered right back into the ear of the heiress, too deep in the pits of blinded hatred to realize that kiramman has ears everywhere. and you know she knows when the next time the two of you cross paths her stare is more daggered than usual, and if your words hadn't sent the blue haired beauty into a frenzy, the laugh in her face upon seeing her had lit the spark, setting her ablaze.

you should've know caitlyn would come marching up to you like the prissy person she is and demand a combat match immediately, rolling your eyes at her temper and the shrill in her accent, she annoys you immensely by thinking she can get anything at her beck and call.

"can't you see i'm eating, kiramman?"

"i do. and i don't care. you talk shit, you're going to back it up."

"you're really looking to get another ass beating already?"

your words stung like a fist full of salt in a wound. the last match you two had, you won by a sliver, a tiny one, but you took the victory nonetheless. and it sends a tingly sensation down your spine, to the tips of your fingers, and then your toes to see the ever so barely noticeable twitch in her eye. but, of course you notice, you love seeing how you're able to get under her skin.

you should've known better than to accept that damn match, because now caitlyn has you pinned on the mat, struggling to think quick and reach for her weak spots to get you out of this position. you hate it, you hate her. but more importantly you hate how quickly she was able to pin you down, the swiftness and pure skill and talent (you'd never mutter these words out loud, even with a gun to your head) it took for her to pull off that move. it's all that damn excessive training with ambessa, you'd wander pass this very room time and time again heading the hits and grunts, caitlyn always overworked herself to the bone until she was able to get something right, and do it better. and you hate that when you opened your eyes from being slammed against the barely soft surface you were met up and close with gleaming cerulean eyes and that fucking smirk; it was in the moment you realized how close the two of you were, you always get this close but you're always too caught up with your motive of defeating her that you never took into account the compromising positions you'd put each other in.

"am i supposed to be getting my ass beat right now?"

should've spit in her face, but instead you're too stunned, focused on the knee slotted between your legs, pressing up against your pulsing heat. too focused on the wispy blue hairs fallen from her bun and how the usual sweat trickling down her eyebrow isn't there; she didn't even break a sweat. it takes a lot of restraint in you to not squirm beneath her, you won't give the satisfaction of seeing that (no matter how badly you want to sooth ache she's caused), you'll figure away out of this, eyes darting around to find anything's she any opening to free yourself or flip over, but you're too slow;

one.

two.

three.

the grip on you lessens when she's done counting, un-slotting her knee, and standing to her feet, gaze raking over your unmoved body, eyes swirling with gloat.

"i won."

and with that she walks out the room, no outstretched of a hand to help you off the matt, leaving you to lie there. she plays dirty.

you hate caitlyn kiramman.

[whenshewrites]

911 8x15 coda: Buck & Tommy, and someone needs to call Eddie.

CW: vomiting

Tommy couldn't take his eyes off the screen, even after the army squad went in to bring Buck out, then to bring Athena out, then to start cleaning up the site. He just stared, eyes occasionally blurring with tears. He wasn't sure where they brought Buck or Athena. Possibly back to decon?

It wasn't until they rolled out the gurney that he flinched, looked away. He left his silent vigil and wandered numbly through the tents, but he didn't see anyone from the 118. LAFD had already dispatched someone to retrieve the bird he'd commandeered after he ignored the fifth call for him to return, and he found himself in the parking lot, realizing he needed to figure out how to get home.

Behind him, there was a muffled, scratching sound. At first he thought it was just a small animal scrabbling around, but he heard it again and realized with a start that this was coming from a person.

He turned, squinted into the darkness. The wheezing sound wasn't far from him. He glanced down and found the source, someone hunched over on the curb.

"Evan?"

Buck raised his head from in between his hands. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was that strange croaking noise, and he buried his face in his hands again.

Tommy squatted in front of him, shook one of his knees as gently as he could. "Evan?"

******

From between his hands, Buck heard Tommy's voice, saying his name. He shook his head in between his fingers, neck too tired, head too heavy. He couldn't lift any part of himself up. Even though he was deemed clear of CCHF, Buck wondered if his organs might just be failing anyway. His insides felt like churning black goo, he thought his esophagus might be ripping itself to shreds. He didn't know eyeballs could be so burnt, so sore, that the body could produce so many tears. Whatever this was, it was so visceral, so painful, that he barely felt Tommy's hand against his knee. He didn't want to move his head again, for fear he might throw up all of this sticky black feeling inside. So he just sat, having screamed himself hoarse in blind rage and upset, unable to move.

Tommy's hand slipped away from his knee, it reappeared on his back. He tried to focus on that instead of the wobbly nausea coursing through him; he felt as Tommy firmly rubbed along his spine.

The nausea won out, and Buck didn't try to resist. He just opened his mouth and let some of the awful feeling spill out between his knees.

******

Tommy ran his hand through Buck's hair, pulling it back away from his forehead. He wasn't feverish, or sweaty. Vomiting actually seemed to free him of something, because at last he lifted his head up.

"Home," he stuttered.

They sat in an Uber with a sickly sweet air freshener; Tommy accidentally put in Buck's loft address when he first called it, but the driver just shrugged when Tommy updated it in the app after they climbed into the car. As soon as the car started moving, Buck leaned against Tommy, slipped his head and shoulders into Tommy's lap, twitching in a fitful sleep.

Tommy supposed that was as much an answer as any to whether or not Buck wanted him there. He stroked Buck's hair again, twisting back stray curls that occasionally bounced against his forehead, so they wouldn't tickle his eyebrows and wake him up.

******

Buck's throat was still raw when Tommy nudged him awake and they let themselves into his house. If it hadn't been so sore, he would have said: do you want to shower first? Take whatever you want from the closet, I can drive you to the station first thing in the morning to drop off your flight suit. And then, if that hadn't made it clear: please stay. Please. The bed is yours if you want it. You can have it to yourself if you need.

Tommy handed him a glass of water, watched him drink it. It helped a little. He rubbed his Adam's apple as he motioned down the hall.

"You can shower first," Tommy answered.

He gulped down another glass of water before getting in the shower. He gargled the warm shower water in between washing himself, tried to say a few words into the shower head. The jagged edges were getting slightly blunter.

Tommy was sitting on the couch, staring off into the distance, when Buck came out in his pajamas. Their eyes met and Buck took a deep breath, hoping that what he was about to say next wouldn't shatter the delicate truce between them. He hoped Tommy would understand why he was about to say what he was about to say:

"Eddie."

Tommy nodded. "I'll go shower. You'd better call him from your phone, though, I'm pretty sure he blocked my number."

Buck's face wrinkled in relief, and in the blur of another wave of tears, he felt Tommy squeeze him tightly before he slipped off.

******

Tommy stood under the hot water, reeling in the day's events. Today put a wall between who he was right now and who he was a few weeks ago. How many times he had promised himself tomorrow: he'd get around to that coffee place he's been wanting to try, tomorrow. He'd finally get started working on that fixer upper car, tomorrow. He'd call Evan and try to explain what he was feeling, tomorrow. He could no longer remember his fear, his jealousy, his hesitations of yesterday. He could only remember today, the fragility of life, the importance of being all in on the present moment.

******

By now it was the middle of the night in El Paso, and nearing early morning in LA. Buck didn't bother checking; it didn't matter.

Heart pounding, he tapped Eddie's name in his phone, heart pounding harder with each ring. It rolled over to voicemail and the throbbing heartbeats burst into light, anxious flutters. He sighed, hung up, dialed again. Ring, heart thump. Ring, heart thump. Ring - and the sound of a very groggy Eddie, "Buck?"

"Eddie, it's Bobby."

"What happened?" Eddie's voice wasn't urgent yet, wasn't dismayed. Like Buck, like the rest of the 118, his first instinct was: Bobby has survived too much. We've all survived too much. First Presbyterian, maybe a few months of rehab, he'll be back in the Captain's chair in no time.

Although his throat was no longer burning, Buck could feel his vocal chords starting to swell a little. "Complicated. Not okay."

"Buck. What happened?" Buck could hear a hint of panic now in Eddie's voice.

"Died. Bobby died. On a call. Bad one."

"What are you talking about?" Eddie shot back.

Buck broke into a coughing fit. He checked his hand, just to be safe: no blood.

"Evan?" Tommy was there, brows knitted together, in one of Buck's LAFD t-shirts. He, too, glanced at Buck's hand, relieved by the absence of blood. Buck offered the phone up to him.

******

"Diaz,"

"Kinard,"

"Listen," Tommy interrupted him. "I don't know how soon you can come back, but I'm sure everyone will want to see you. It was a fire in a lab researching novel viruses, and Bobby...Bobby got exposed. There was nothing anyone could do. We thought everyone would make it out okay...but..."

Tommy stopped. Buck's face had slipped, from a sort of concentrated determination into somber reflection, his eyes starting to shine again.

"And everyone else?" Eddie asked. The grogginess was gone from his voice, it sounded as though he were already pulling things out of drawers.

"Alive." Tommy said.

"I'll be there soon," Eddie promised, and ended the call.

Buck was on the sofa, his head back in his hands. Tommy sat, but before he could reach out, ask what he needed, Buck collapsed against him. For all his muscle, for all his height, he looked so small. The quivers running through him were subtle, subdued. Tommy pressed Buck's head to his chest as he let out another wail, ran his thumb along Buck's cheek as the tears fell again.

Tommy wished he knew what to say. He wished there was anything to say, actually, that could help. Dumbly, after Buck had let out the last yell his throat could manage, he whispered to him: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll be here. I'll be right here. I'm so sorry Evan, I'm so sorry."

He hoped that something in there might soothe even the tiniest edge of Buck's grief.

******

Buck was pretty sure he didn't have the energy to throw up again. Even though it felt like that black goo was coming back, he was also pretty sure there wasn't much else in there. He wasn't as numb as he'd been in the parking lot: now he could feel Tommy's hands on his cheek, holding him as his body was wracked with sobs. He heard Tommy's voice again, and a new powerful wave roiled within him, knocking back the stirring black goo. It washed a new emotion over him, and in the middle of this painful, complicated grief, he felt the deepest, purest love rising in his chest.

He lay, feeling the emotions churning in him, immediately guilty at his distraction from thinking about Bobby for even a minute. He's good for you, Bobby's voice echoing in his head. I love you, kid.

"Take a deep breath with me?" Tommy's timid voice mixed in with Bobby's, and Buck followed along with Tommy's soft one-two-three counts. The tumult faded away with each number.

He curled up into a seated position, hoping that would keep the nausea at bay for good.

"You should drink more water," Tommy said, standing to go get it. He returned with two large glasses, and Buck understood they were both for him. He accepted the first and drank quickly to stave off the headache he could already feel coming on. He pressed his palm into his head, trying to rub away the dull ache, then drank the second. Tommy set the glasses on the coffee table. "More?" he offered.

"N-no, I'm alright." Buck held either hand to his temple, trying to push off the stubborn sensation that remained there. Tommy considered him for a moment, then put his hands over Buck's, adding to the pressure. Buck sighed in relief.

******

Tommy couldn't help himself. He tilted Buck's head forward the slightest bit and kissed his forehead. They dropped their hands and looked at each other, the faintest of smiles flickering across Buck's face.

"Thanks," Buck still sounded hoarse.

"You should probably try and get some sleep. I mean - we both should. I can stay...here..." Tommy gestured at the couch.

Buck shook his head and stood to meet him. "Bed," he offered. "You and me." He paused, rubbing his throat. "It has - it has..." his voice cracked like he was fourteen and they both snickered. "This time," he started again, "It has a bed frame."

In bed, Buck wrapped himself against Tommy's body. He still seemed small, as though the shock of losing Bobby had shrunk him just a little. Tommy scratched his hair, Buck reached for Tommy's other hand to weave their fingers together.

Tommy was usually able to fall asleep quickly, no matter the circumstances. Tonight, though, he stayed alert, listening until Buck's breaths deepened and evened against his chest. Only then did Tommy let himself drift asleep, knowing he would wake himself up early enough to get breakfast ready in the morning.

[jupipedia]

smile for the camera ! — choso. ↳ ❝ baby she look like a star, but only on camera. ❞ ↳ content warnings : nsfw ( minors do not interact ! ), guys THERE'S A PLOT, supermodel + photographer!choso x actress + supermodel!reader, black!reader, pleasuredom!choso, ( consensual ) explicit photography, praise, body worship, fingering ( f. receiving ), public sex ( in a studio ), exhibitionism, cunnilingus, cum play (?), unprotected sex ( no cream🥧s tho), pet names, overstim ( funny how she's always here 😅 ), not beta read.

choso posed in a seated position in front of several cameras, eyes having grown used to the constant exposure to the blinding flashes. despite his stoic and professional actions, he found himself to be in a bit of a predicament as he was instructed to hold your thigh that was placed over his shoulder with your heel resting on his thigh, his head leaning close to your core. it wasn't supposed to be arousing and he knew that if he was paired with any other model, he wouldn't be the slightest bit bothered.

but it was you.

he's known you for a while, almost as long as you've been in the modeling scene. you ran in similar social groups, have been to each other's places, and have done group and paired shots in the past. he'd consider the two of you to be a little close than friends after one or two substance infused hook ups, so that did nothing but enhance his current arousal.

he also a man, known to be a lustful creature when in the presence of the preferred gender. he can't help but to be little turned on when he has a beautiful woman so close to him that he can feel your body heat. you had on a pair of figure-fitting slacks and a blouse paired with the tightest vest that he'd ever seen and it looked great on you.

and maybe, just maybe, he had a little crush on you.

"we wanna get a few more close shots before wrapping up. could you two do a few poses from earlier? keep your heads relatively close though," the main photographer asked, motioning for you to get closer to each other. you nodded and removed your leg from its' position, prompting choso to remove his hand and take a deep breath to relieve his nerves.

you took a seat next to choso and shuffled close. you decided to rest your head on his shoulder, craning your neck to a semi natural position before giving your attention to the camera men. the two of you adjusted as they gave directions before changing to a standing pose. choso's arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his as you looked to the side, giving the camera a clear view of your side profile. both of your hands rested on his shoulder as he kept facing forward, posing effortlessly.

it was smooth sailing until the photographer asked the two of you to make eye contact, your eyes meeting his dark ones. a familiar stir occurred in your stomach as you held the eye contact, his eyes darkening as your lips separated.

"good! great! okay, let's get the two of you changed and you're free to go. you guys did great as always. it's always a pleasure working with the two of you," the photographer speaks as the set begins to pack up.

"it's great working with you, too. i'll see you next time, yeah?" you responded, starting to undo the first few buttons of the vest as you walk to the dressing room. choso averted his eyes out of respect, but couldn't help as his mind wandered, imagining what you had on underneath.

"i'll see you soon," he tells the photographer before trailing after you. he caught a few knowing looks as he began to follow you and huffed out in amusement. "y/n, i have a favor to ask really quick."

"what can i do for you, handsome?" you turned back to him, vest fully undone along with a few of your blouse buttons. he smiled at the nickname as you wiggled your eyebrows, jokingly flirting with the man.

"i'm working on a few things for my portfolio and wanted know if you were free to do a few shots. i can give you more details if you're interested," he explained, looking down at you.

you shrugged. "i'm pretty free this week. just give me a time and place and i'll be there. hopefully, you'll send me a few so that i can post them and show the world how good you are."

choso blushed from the compliment. "i'm alright," he said coyly, turning away from your praise.

"you're better than okay. text me the details, pretty boy," you turned on your heels and complete your trek to your dressing room, leaving choso to look after you with a dopey smile.

yeah, he's got it bad.

you showed up to the studio as choso instructed, dressed as casual as you'd allow when you intended to take pictures. you were a bit earlier that original planned but choso was already there, telling you to come upstairs to the space he rented.

"hello, hello, hello," you announced your presence with a knock as you opened the door. choso was turned away from the door and towards the backdrop, leaning over his laptop as he edited a few pictures.

"hey," he greeted, quickly glancing over his shoulder as you walked to him. he did a double take as he noticed your outfit, heat rushing to his face and groin. "you look good."

"always do," you grinned, sitting your bag next to his laptop before leaning against the table. "so, what's on the agenda, cutie?"

"straight to business, i see. no time for chit chat?" choso joked, picking up his camera.

"what can i say? i'm a serious person," you said, shrugging with a playful smile before looking at his laptop. you moved to the gap between him and his laptop, bending a little to examine his work. "dude, you should really start commissioning. you're really fucking good at this shit."

"i'm still doing some portfolio building before i get to that point. i been doing a few shoots to prep for commissions, but nothing crazy."

"stop being so coy and start own up to the fact that you're not only a stellar model, you're also a really good photographer," you said, pushing away from the laptop and turning to face him. you could feel his breath tickle your lips before he smiled boyishly and moved back. "so, how do you want me, boss?"

"we're just doing a few natural shots, i need a few headshots and, well, you're beautiful so we'll take a few of those too. nothing too fancy," he explained after a few beats of silence, ushering you over to the backdrop. "you can start posing however you want."

you nodded and did as he instructed, immediately doing a few of your signature poses before trying a few new ones. there were a few natural shots where he complimented you and captured your dopey smile or when you started dancing slightly to the music he was playing.

"could i get one of you glancing over your shoulder?" he asked, squatting a bit to get a change of angle. you nodded and posed as he said. he took a singular shot before he lowered his camera, squinting slightly at your shoulder.

"something wrong?" you asked, turning to face forward.

"is that a new tattoo?" he asked, approaching you. he lightly pushed your curls from your shoulder to uncover said tattoo.

"it is. i've gotten a few since the last time you saw me. they're pretty inconspicuous though," you shrugged. you moved your curls even more to reveal the tattoo behind your ear. "this one is fairly new, too. i got it like two months ago?"

there was a heavy silence that filled the room as choso took a step closer, your bodies pressing against each other as he examined your tattoos.

he couldn't lie, the tattoos added to your attractiveness. he already knows that you aren't a pussy when it comes to needles as you have multiple piercing in your ears and a nose piercing, but the tattoos were different. sure they weren't that noticeable, but now that he knew they were there, that was all he could see.

"got any more?" he asked, voice huskier and breath tickling your ear. you shivered slightly, leaning back and resting your back on his front.

"wanna find out?" you asked, turning your head to come face to face with the man. choso didn't offer a response as he leaned forward, connecting his lips with yours. your head was pushed back by the force of this kiss but you quickly returned with fervor, turning in his arms and wrapping yours around his neck. choso hummed into the kiss, using your change in position as an opportunity to pull your body closer to his. there wasn't even room to pull apart for air as he moved his hand to cup your neck, deepening the kiss.

choso was the first to pull away, lungs screaming for air as his heavy breathing mixed with yours. the two of you maintained eye contact as you caught your breath before scrambling to strip, your skirt landing on one side of the studio and choso's shirt on the other. you sat on the floor, watching as he removed his pants.

instead of returning his lips to yours, choso decided to suckle on your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys as he descended to your breast.

"you're so beautiful, y/n," choso mumbles on your sternum. he pulls back to take in your naked image, your chest rising and falling as you inhaled. you shivered under his gaze, exposed to him without the effects of alcohol calming your nerves. his hands roamed your torso, occasionally groping a bit of pudge before caressing a new spot. one of his hands slid lower, heading towards your pussy. you were dripping and he's barely touched you.

as his hand traveled, his mouth found it's way to your breasts, deciding to peck and nibble on your areola before wrapping his lips around your nipple. your back arched with a moan as he firmly sucked on your nipple. his wandering hand found its way in between your folds, collecting the wetness on his thick fingers. he rolled your clit between his knuckles, causing you to squeal at the slight pinch. he removed his lips from one nipple and moved to the other, showing it the same attention that he gave the other.

"c-choso, please," you whined out. his deft fingers continued their ministrations, but you craved more. you want to feel more of him, all of him.

"i got you, gorgeous. i just need you to relax for me," he pulled away from your hardened peak as he spoke. he stared at you for a few more moments, trying to memorize the sight before an idea struck him. he reach over for he camera, glancing at you to read your expression. "do you trust me?"

your head swirled as you focused on the camera in his hand. on one hand, it was risky. it was less about how much you trusted choso and more about how easily someone could leak them if he uploaded them to his laptop. it would also mean you'd be vulnerable, all of you on display for him to capture.

on the other hand, it was thrilling. you couldn't help but attempt to clench your thighs at the thought of him using the pictures as fap material. you could feel the heat rush to your core when he picked up the camera, knowing what he was going to ask. you trusted him, he was always genuine and kind hearted, even in moments where he didn't need to be.

"yeah," you muttered out. choso gave you a small smile at your response before holding his camera up, giving you a few seconds before taking the first picture. you tried to appear as relaxed as possible, suppressing your nerves and jitters. he took a few before handing it to you. you looked at him, surprising and confusion swimming in your eyes.

"it's only fair if you get to take a few," choso said, deciphering your confusion. he didn't say much of anything else, choosing to resume his ministrations. he continued his trail of kisses, stopping at your mound. he left wet, sloppy kisses on your skin, looking at you through his eyelashes as he continued his descend. he settled between your thighs, anklet dangling next to his head as he lowered his mouth to you dripping heat. you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of his tongue grazing your twitching clit.

you looked at the camera in your hands, mustering up the strength to hold yourself up long enough to take a photo. the sight of him gazing up at you through his eyelashes was sinful.

almost as if the flash of the camera was all the approval that he needed, he began to run his tongue through your folds, circling your entrance a few times before taking another languid swipe. his arms wrapped around your hips, effortlessly pulling you closer to his mouth. he was devouring you, the lower half of his face covered in your arousal and his saliva. your moans egged him on as he suckles at the spots that made you louder.

"fuck! choso, please- ah!" you yelped as you felt his fingers begin to prod at your entrance. the feeling of his thick fingers stretching out your tight cunt had your eyes rolling back. your legs twitched around his head as he continued to pleasure you, pushing his fingers in deeply before dragging them out. a familiar heat pooled in your stomach, signalling the approach of your climax.

"gonna cum for me, doll?" he said, angling his fingers just enough to graze your g-spot. you clenched around his long digits, hands shooting for the loose bun sitting on the crown of his head. "soak my fingers f'me. you can do it."

his words paired with the constant stimulation of your pleasure point sent you hurtling towards your first orgasm. you wailed, legs quivering around choso's head as helped you ride out your orgasm.

"choso, 'm sensitive, no more," you pleaded out as he continued his ministrations, mouth and fingers never leaving your core. your hips bucked and your hands weaved through his hair, the bun long undone due to your pulling.

"can you give me another one, sweetness? i know you can," he muttered into your pussy, the vibrations causing your toes to curl out of overstimulation. you couldn't tell if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer but you had no time to decide as a second orgasm began to wash over you so quick that you couldn't even register the build up.

"that's it, baby. fuck, you soaked my fingers," choso groans out, pulling his fingers from your sensitive core and licking them clean of your slick. "hmm, you've got the sweetest pussy."

choso grabbed his camera from your hands, taking this opportunity to capture your blissed out state. your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch you breath and unblur your vision. a few of your curls stuck your forehead and you knew you lipstick was smeared as the red pigment lingered on choso lips.

"gonna let me feel you, beautiful? gonna be good for me and let me fuck you, hmm?" choso asked, aligning his leaking cock with your entrance. choso tapped your clit with his cock a few times as he waited for your response.

"please fuck me. please, i wan' it," you whined, bucking your hips towards his cock. you dragged your pussy against against his shaft, moan as his tip caught your entrance. his hips bucked, pushing into you without warning. choso groans deeply, placing his arms next to your head as he pushed into your heat. your breaths mingled, faces only a few inches apart.

choso basked in your moans, pushing one of your legs up to deepen his strokes and pull those sinful harmonies from your lips. your arms roped around choso's neck, pulling him down to connect your lips in a sloppy kiss. he swallowed your whimpers and moans, his deep strokes jerking your body from the force. his tongue rubbed against your own, allowing you to taste the heady flavor of your cunt.

"look at you," choso remarked, pulling away from the kiss to observe you. "you're taking me so well, baby. every time i pull out, she sucks me right back in. you're so pretty all fucked out f'me."

you were reduced to moans and whimpers, not being able to form a coherent phrase. he could tell that your shaking babbles were you calling out his name, crying out for the relentless pleasure. he felt you twitch around his cock, indicating your approaching orgasm. your volume raised, jumbled pleas falling from your lips as you begged for your release. he answered wordlessly, his hand returning to toy with you clit.

he continued his strokes after your brutal release, chasing his own and your final one. your hands found purchase on his wrists, squeezing it as you cunt was overworked. choso groans now held a whine edge as he approached his climax. he whimpered your name, lost in your warm vice.

you felt like you were on fire. your back ached from the hard floor and the force of his thrust. your legs burned, hamstrings taut from stretching your legs around choso's large frame. your brown skin glistened with sweat from the erotically warm room. your lungs burned and your throat was sore from the pleading, not even thinking to control your volume in a public space.

"ah, ch-choso! 's so much, mm! i can't-ah!" you squeak out, feeling the pressure pool in your stomach. choso leaned down toward your ear, your leg hitting your chest as he moved.

"you can. you're so pretty when you cum for me. you're twitching so cutely around me. you wanna cum f'me, baby? hmm, you wanna make a mess on my cock? go ahead, pretty girl. cum for me," choso whispered, breath tickling your lobe. you moaned out, not being able to properly respond as your orgasm crashed over you. you creamed on choso cock, body vibrating from the immense pleasure. choso choked on a moan, thrusting a few more times before pulling out, cumming on your chest and stomach. he groaned, noticing how a drops of his cum landed on your chin.

the two of you stayed on your position on the floor, mulling over what just happened. you nudged choso with your foot and he looked at you, breathless. you motioned to his camera and he understood, taking a shot of your body covered in his release before passing it to you. you took your own photo of his lipstick covered face, eyes still swimming with lust as his hands gripped at the fat of your thighs.

"you got a lil' something," you pointed to choso mouth. he wiped his lip with his thumb, seeing the lipstick stain on his thumb.

"yeah, so do you," he joked, motioning to the drops of cum on your chin. you wiped your chin, bringing your finger up to you mouth to taste his release. choso groaned at the sight and turn his head away, trying to prevent his cock from hardening.

"you should let me take you out to dinner," choso said, back to his timid ways as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"i've been waiting for you to ask me out for a month. we're gonna be a lot more than dinner," you giggled, pulling yourself up to him and connecting your lips once more.

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[thatsdemko]

neighbor - m.barzal

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: mat barzal x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol + mentions of first round 2023 playoffs

a/n: feedback is always appreciated xx

he’s your neighbor for Christs sake, but you can’t help but stare. ever since the very attractive brunette across the way started opening his blinds more, you couldn’t help but feel your eyes gravitate more towards that window.

and how could you not? half the time he’s in an unbuttoned linen shirt and sweatpants walking around his apartment, while the other half he’s dressed to the nines in a suit and tie. needless to say, he’s quite nice to stare at.

he hasn’t caught on, but every so often he pretends to stretch a couple feet away in front of the window to stare at you. he pretty much knows your morning routine, how you get up in nothing but a sports bra and sweatpants, you start your coffee pot first thing, and usually play with your cat for the next thirty minutes before you disappear to work.

he’s seen you in your outfits for the bars to your next morning hungover pajamas, and he’s even seen you when you think nobody else can. it’s okay, he won’t say a thing but he does enjoy the show every so often.

it’s two in the morning when he’s awake, playoffs just about to start his mind can’t help to wander. it’s prompted him to slip outside, enjoy the fresh air to clear his thoughts.

“you look cold.” you say watching his head snap in your direction, you’re met with none other than his eyes. the ones you made bets about how pretty they would be in person, and you were right, they were gorgeous.

“oh,” he says looking down at himself, he’s in nothing but sweatpants and a pair of slides. it didn’t take him until you said something to realize the weather outside his apartment is actually unpleasant, and rather chilly for a man who’s not wearing a shirt.

“I’m y/n, I think my window looks at yours.”

he nods moving over on the bench allowing you to sit, “I’m mat, it’s nice to finally put a name to your face.” he watches you take a seat all the way at the edge, a nervous smile placing your face as you two listen to the sirens and faint voices of the city.

“so why are you awake?” he bites first, pulling his arms across his chest to try and stay warm. it’s too early to invite you back to his place, sit inside his heated space, he’ll just have to make due to keep warm until it’s the right time.

you shrug, “lots to think about, you?” you turn to him and he nods, you watch him run his fingers through his short brown hair. you remember the day he came home with a buzz cut, your friends practically mourned the loss.

“yeah works getting a little competitive I’d say.” he sighs, eyes looking upward at the stars, only a few shine bright in the cities skies. it makes him miss home, the amount of stars he’d see in the sky are much brighter and clearer than the clouded ones of New York.

“is that why you dress up sometimes? sorry, I don’t mean to sound weird I just see you—“

his laugh cuts you off, of all those times you’ve seen him laugh you never expected it to sound like it does against your ears. it brings a smile to your face. “kind of, although I’m supposed to dress clean for work, bosses demand.”

“so that’s why you got a buzz cut?” you ask moving a little closer to him, you can see the goosebumps that decorate his arms.

“that was my own doing.”

“a poor decision if I must say so.” you snap back, watching him roll his eyes in response. he mutters a couple words you can’t hear but you don’t press to figure them out.

“I must say, you’re judging me a lot for someone who wears the same clothes three days in a row.” he sends you a playful wink and you’re thankful for the night lights that don’t cast over your red cheeks of embarrassment.

“I think I’m going to start closing my blinds from you.”

—

he moves in front of his window, suit jack and button up shirt holding two different ties in each hand. holding them up, you move to the window from the kitchen to point at the one you like the most. you’re liking this new found friendship, ever since that late night on the bench, things have been awfully fun and exciting.

you’d go to your window, hold up whatever decision you had and he’d answer with his opinion. you’d see each other on the streets more often than you expected, and sometimes he’d even walk you to your office for work. he was becoming a friend rather than just some neighbor.

“then my friends and I were thinking of going to the bars, you’re more than welcome to come! I’m sure they’d love to meet you.” you nudge his shoulder with your elbow listening to him hiss at the burnt coffee that split over his hand.

“I’d love to but I actually have a date tonight.” he proudly smiles, it’s the first you’d talk about relationships. you always assumed he was single. having not seen a single woman over in his place, unless it was his mother, so it makes since the bachelor was getting lonely in his nice pad.

you’re just not sure why you feel your throat closeup and the saliva in your mouth make it impossible for you to start a sentence.

“but if I change my mind you’ll text me the address?” he stops in front of your office, and all you can do is nod before bidding him a quiet goodbye before rushing up the stairs to the big doors of your building.

when you finally get up there, you heave out a long breath finally feeling your throat clear and salvia dry your mouth. boy, did you have a story to tell your girlfriends tonight.

they were rooting for you two, saying it’s a perfect trope of boy meets girl and boy next door. and yeah maybe you were also rooting for it happen too, because as time went on you developed feelings for him that were more than just a crush. you began to enjoy his company more and more, you just wish maybe he enjoyed it the same amount.

—

when he enters the bar of the location you’ve sent him, it’s not hard to find you. your smile brightens up any room, and can easily be spotted a mile away. after a shitty date, seeing you was all he wanted.

he moves throughout the sweaty bodies, couple of them offer pats to his shoulders congratulating him on the playoffs achievements, but none of those matter. he’s more focused on getting closer to you, and when he does a man that had been blocked by other bodies comes into focus.

he’s got his hand on your hip, as he yells into your ear, whatever it was made you laugh, but nothing like how mat made you laugh. he had the ability to get your full unhinged reaction, your body leaning forward and a snort or two. he thinks it’s cute.

your attention shifts when you recognize that familiar body that’s standing a couple feet away, “mat, you came!” you exclaim, motioning for him to come closer and he does.

“no way you know mat barzal.” the guy you’re talking to is stunned as he extends a hand, mat gladly takes it assuming he’s fan, “I fucking hope the canes destroy you guys.”

mat quick to withdraws his hand from the other guys grip, you give the two a confused look having no clue what they are talking about, “mat barzal, islanders player? please tell me you watch sports.” he laughs. you shake your head slowly looking up at your neighbor, who’s nervously playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“hey man congratulations though!” the guy you’re talking to excuses himself, and you’re pretty sure he won’t be coming back, but that’s fine. mat’s here and from what you remember, it means his date didn’t go as planned.

“so you’re alone, it didn’t go well?” you turn to him and he shrugs a slight nod. he watches you play with the tiny straws in your drink trying to slurp the rest of the liquid.

“how many of those you had?” he chuckles watching you nearly chug half the drink before he jokingly pulls it away from your lips, “easy now.”

“I don’t know, they’ve all been free.”

he laughs watching you sway side to side from the music, but the alcohol that’s following through your body, “why don’t I buy you a glass of water and we can go home?” he offers, you happily nod heading to say goodbye to your friends.

once you’re out the doors of the bar, he drapes his coat around your shoulders and he offers for you to come inside his place. you’re eager to see the rest whether you’ll remember it or not, but you nod following him inside saying hello to his doorman.

when you enter his place most of it isn’t what you expected it to be. it’s minimal decorations, only a few decorative pieces of art work hang on the walls, and a hockey stick hangs above his dinning room table.

“Crosby’s stick. he gave it to me after my first game against him. I nearly cried.” he laughs watching you move across his floors taking in his space, you stop at the infamous window and look inside your apartment.

you can se the hallway that leads to your bedroom, the cat tree where you cat sleeps in, and the living room where you spend most of your time entertaining your boring nights.

“I didn’t realize how much you see of me.” you turn to him, he’s seated on his cream colored couch shaking his head.

“I look over yeah, but I know when to look away.”

“like when?” you dangerously ask, moving to sit beside him on his couch, he positions himself to look at you.

“okay like when you get out of the shower and you have on no towel, I know to look away. I’m not a pervert.” he scoffs having remembered the time his mother was over and nearly had a heart attack at the sight of you.

you gasp, hand covering your mouth, “do not tell me you’ve seen me in nothing but my underwear and bra?!”

he gives you look of confirmation without even saying the words, you hide your face into one of his pillows hearing that beautiful laugh ring your ears, “oh come on! it’s okay, I’m sure you’ve seen me in my underwear before.”

you pull your face away from the pillow with rosy red cheeks, “yeah but that’s different! you walk around in your shorts and nothing on all the time!”

he smirks, “oh so you do watch me?” watching you shove your face into the pillow of embarrassment once more.

“it’s okay, I like knowing it’s you watching me rather than some other girl. I was beginning to think you didn’t notice.”

you pull your face away from the pillow tossing it aside, “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, and it’s his faces turn to light up red.

“isn’t it obvious?”

you shake your head, “it’s as obvious as you playing a sport!”

he laughs moving a little closer to you on the couch, “I wouldn’t be asking someone which tie to wear if I didn’t like them a little more than a friend.” he places a hand against your kneecap watching you lean back against his couch.

“you like me more than just a neighbor?”

“I guess it’s not as obvious as I thought it would be.”

you shake your head, “you’re horrible at making things obvious, but it’s okay we can work on it.”

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Truth of the Matter

A Four Part Miniseries

@wonderland-girl143-blog @gregre369 @420-hun

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Steve lay in bed, staring up at his ceiling. He had driven in silence the whole way home as he thought about Bob and still remained quiet after they all walked through the door. There had been a couple of times that he had gone into Radioshack for something, and he had thought there was something familiar about the man. Had that been the connection he had sensed? Did Bob know it, too, or was he blind to what the rune had been hiding? Did his father die not knowing that his son had been within his grasp? Steve wanted to kill the Harringtons. What was he supposed to do with his last name? How could he prove that he was a Newby? How could anyone understand that? The question was. . .was he ready to let go of a part of himself he lived with his entire life even if it wasn't real?

"I can hear you thinking over there," Eddie mumbled sleepily.

It was decided by the kids that they would just spend the night since it was so late. Steve had spent 10 minutes watching from the stairs as Eddie had spun around like a cartoon character as he tried to figure out where to sleep. He was clearly struggling to stay with the kids or to follow Steve into his room. Robin eventually joined Steve on the stairs to watch, and they giggled for a while to whisper about Eddie. Finally, Steve took pity on him and dragged him upstairs. Now, here he was, lying shirtless in bed with Steve with his cheek pressed into the other pillow and his hand placed on Steve’s chest.

"I'm just thinking about Bob. . . He never. . .he never knew I was here. Right here. . .all this time," Steve whispered.

"I'm sorry, baby," Eddie whispered.

"I don't know how to process it," Steve said, tears coming to his eyes. "I'm sorry, you can go back to sleep."

"I'm not going to sleep until you do," he said softly.

"I just keep picturing Joyce looking for Will. . .did he go through all that. . .only to come up with nothing?" Steve sobbed.

Eddie scooted across the bed and laid on his chest, holding him tightly. Steve cried into his hair and quickly cried himself to sleep. When he woke up, Eddie was gone, and he heard the sound of clattering pans downstairs. Steve rubbed his eyes and threw on a shirt he found on his floor before stumbling downstairs and into the kitchen. Eddie was sitting on the counter, sipping coffee, and wearing Steve’s yellow sweater. He handed Steve a cup and welcomed his kiss.

"I tried to cook for you, but Dustin wouldn't let me," Eddie said.

"Can you cook?" Steve asked.

"Well, no, but I wanted to do something nice for you," Eddie said.

"Poisoning him isn't the nicest thing to do, especially since he's your boyfriend!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I'm not that bad," Eddie pouted.

Steve laughed and stepped between his legs, leaning back against his chest.

"He loves cooking," Steve said. "He learned from his mom, and he loves to do it for other people."

"I know we joke, but I love that shithead like a brother," Eddie whispered in Steve's ear.

"Yeah, me too," Steve grinned.

"I heard that!" Dustin smiled.

"The others still asleep?" Steve asked, sighing.

"Very much so," Eddie said.

Suddenly, Robin wandered in, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Half of her hair was sticking up wildly.

"Coooofffffeeeee!" Robin moaned.

"And so the coffee zombie enters the room. Watch out, she's a biter!" Steve exclaimed with a laugh.

Robin glared at him and swiped his coffee. She hopped up on the island, sitting across from them.

"This is all very domestic, you know," Robin said, wiggling her eyebrows at Steve.

"I know," Steve grinned.

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pressed a hard kiss to his cheek. Steve giggled.

"I hope you know that this dingus is my best friend in the whole world. He means a lot to me," Robin said to Eddie.

"You threatening me, Buckley?" Eddie asked.

"No, I just wanted you to know that it would break my heart to see him cry because of you especially since I actually fucking like you," Robin said.

"I actually fucking like you, too," Eddie grinned. "You know, you'd get along with Ronnie."

"Ronnie?" Robin asked.

"My best friend in the whole world," Eddie said. "She's in NYU right now studying to become a lawyer."

"So, you have a platonic soulmate too?" Robin grinned.

"Yeah, and I'm so fucking proud of her," Eddie said.

After breakfast was done, Steve dropped the kids off at their house. They had complained the whole way.

"But Steve, what about the address in Indianapolis?!" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, we can help," Mike said.

"As much as I appreciate it, you guys need to do your homework, and I think your parents want you back home," Steve said with a sigh. "I don't want them to think I kidnapped you."

"Too soon, Steve," Lucas said.

"What? Even though I said it, and it happened to me?" Steve asked.

"Definitely," Mike said.

Dustin was the first one to be dropped off, and then it was Lucas. Mike was the last one. He paused before getting out of the car.

"I'm sorry about Bob. . .I hope you find your mom," he said softly.

After he stormed inside, Nancy came out with. . .Chrissy Cunningham? They were talking and giggling on their way to Steve’s car. Eddie grinned and rolled down Steve’s window.

"How's it going, Big Wheels?" Eddie asked.

"I told you not to call me that," Nancy laughed as she leaned against the car.

"Oh, did you?" He asked innocently.

"What have you guys been up to?" Nancy asked. "I didn't think you liked Steve very much."

"Uh, turns out I do, very much," Eddie said, blushing. "Very friendly. Just a couple of dudes hanging out."

Steve smiled and leaned over to whisper in his ear. Eddie giggled before nodding his head.

"Eddie is now my boyfriend," Steve replied.

"That's great!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Thanks, Chrissy, it's good to see you again," Steve said.

He stared at her, feeling a sense of familiarity that he had never felt from her before. He didn't feel like he was related to her, but. . .they were the same. Chrissy tilted her head to the side, and she looked at him in surprise before grinning, her eyes turning an inhuman shade of green. Steve felt his eyes glow, too. She was a fairy, not a relative but a fairy like him.

"How did you remove your rune?!" Chrissy asked excitedly.

"Oh, uh, a witch," Steve said. "You?"

"Same, I accidentally ran into one when I went on vacation with my parents over the summer. Although they're not really my parents, they killed my birth parents," Chrissy sighed.

"Jesus! That fucking sucks. My dad died, but I'm still trying to find my mom," Steve said.

"You're a fairy, too?" Nancy asked in surprise.

"You know about Chrissy?" Eddie asked. "How do you know about Chrissy?"

"How do you know about Steve?" Nancy asked.

"I'm the witch who removed his rune," Eddie smirked.

"Chrissy told me about herself," Nancy said.

"I didn't even know you were friends with Chrissy," Steve said.

"Well, we were friends when I was on the squad, but we recently reconnected," Nancy said, blushing.

"Nancy Wheeler was a cheerleader?" Robin asked.

"Very briefly. And I was horrible," she said.

"You were not!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"I was very distracted," Nancy said and looked meaningfully at her.

"Oh!" Steve exclaimed in surprise.

"Am I missing something?" Robin asked.

Chrissy shared a look with Nancy, and she smiled, nodding.

"Nancy and I dated when she was on the squad," Chrissy revealed.

"Oh! There's a lot more queer people in this town than I thought," Robin said with a grin. "Then again, I didn't think there were fairies or witches or an alternate dimension underneath Hawkins. I don't know which ones I'm more surprised about. I'm a lesbian, by the way."

Chrissy giggled.

"What are you guys doing now?" Nancy asked.

"Going to follow up on an address in Indianapolis that might lead to Steve’s mother," Robin said. "But first, Steve needs to drop me off so I can change my clothes."

"Me too!" Eddie yelled.

"You guys want some help?" Nancy asked.

"She can't resist an investigation," Chrissy teased.

"No, I really want to help!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Babe, I was teasing you. I know how big that heart of yours is," Chrissy said. "But you also can't resist searching for clues."

"Come along," Steve said with a grin.

Nancy grinned before rushing off towards the house. Chrissy's eyes never left her, watching as she disappeared through the front door. Chrissy smiled fondly.

"You guys are cute," Robin said.

"Thanks," Chrissy said.

A moment later, Nancy came out of the house arguing with Mike. He huffed loudly, flipped her the bird, and stormed into the house. Nancy slid into the back seat of Steve’s car with Chrissy.

"Having a little brother looks like a lot of fun," Robin said.

"Oh, yeah, you should try it," Nancy said sarcastically. "By the way, Chrissy, I was looking in my purse when I found this."

She pulled out a large magnifying glass out of her purse.

"I found that, and I thought of you," Chrissy said sweetly. "And I thought it would be funny."

Nancy smiled and leaned over to kiss her before quickly moving back again. Chrissy bit her lip.

"I can't believe I'm the only one not in a queer relationship," Robin sighed dramatically.

"You would be if you just told Vickie," Steve said.

"We don't know if she likes women!" Robin exclaimed.

"We didn't know that Nancy liked women until today!" Steve yelled as he drove off. "We didn't know I was a fairy until yesterday!"

"That's all very fair points," Robin said.

"My dad died without ever knowing what happened to me. The question you have to ask yourself. . .Is Vickie worth taking the risk?" Steve asked.

"Fine! Fine! After this, I'll make a move," Robin said.

"You know, Cunningham, this isn't the first time we've hung out," Eddie said.

"It's not?" Chrissy frowned and then paused. "You know, you do look familiar."

"It's going to come to you," Eddie replied with a smile.

"Oh! You look like the witch who took the rune off of me!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Wait. . .what?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, his name was. . . Oh, it was Allan!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Oh, fuck!" Eddie cursed. "That's my dad, which means. . . My dad was the one who placed the rune on you."

"Small world," Steve said.

"Yeah, I had to pay a pretty penny to get him to do it," Chrissy said.

"Of course, you did," Eddie sighed. "My dad doesn't do anything for free, nor does he do anything out of the goodness of his heart."

"Do you think your dad's the one kidnapping the fae children?" Nancy asked.

"I wouldn't put it past him," Eddie muttered. "Fucking piece of shit that he is. Anything to earn a profit."

"Sorry," Nancy said softly and squeezed his shoulder.

Steve squeezed his hand and held it all the way to Robin's house. Robin hurried to go into her house to change and then talk with her parents. She came out with a bag of cookies.

"Mombie's famous cookies!" Robin exclaimed as she slid back into the car. "Oh, she said this is for you and to wish you good luck. She would have come out, but she tripped over the dog again."

Robin leaned over the seat and gave Steve a slobbery kiss on the cheek. When it was Eddie's turn, he was in the trailer with his uncle Wayne for the longest time. When he came out, he was wearing a Corroded Coffin shirt, and his uncle was leaning against the doorway. Eddie stopped, spun around, and hugged his uncle tightly before running back to the car. He slid back into the passenger's seat with a grin and held up a baggie of sandwiches.

"He insisted when I told him Robin's mom made cookies. He can't cook for shit but he can make some pretty good sandwiches," Eddie grinned.

"Hey, how annoyed would you be if I set my mom up with your uncle?" Robin asked.

"Not very," Eddie cackled. "I LOVE your mom's cookies. Let's parent trap them."

"Done," Robin said and shook hands with him.

Steve smiled and waved at Wayne before driving out of the trailer park, heading towards Indianapolis.

"Oh, Corroded Coffin! How could I forget?!" Chrissy exclaimed, pointing at Eddie's shirt.

"I don't know, you're a freak," Eddie said, and she giggled. "My head was buzzed, and I didn't have these sweet tatties so. . .easy mistake to make, especially since I didn't tell you my last name."

The older teens fell into an easy discussion on the way to Indianapolis. Nancy talked about how she thought she was a lesbian for the longest time and how when things ended with Chrissy, Nancy had been surprised to find herself attracted to Steve, to the kindness she witnessed him give to another student when he was without Tommy by his side. Nancy had discovered a new part of herself, but she didn't deny the other part either. Chrissy had talked about her crush on Eddie before knowing that he was the same Eddie from her talent show. Nancy had pretended to be jealous, but there was this understanding between them that in another life, Nancy would have been with Steve or Jonathan while Chrissy would have ended up with Eddie or perhaps even Steve. The discussions quickly turned into which celebrity they each had a crush on. Nancy also talked about her break up with Jonathan and how it went better than Chrissy's break up with Jason, how they were both there for each other afterward. . .

"We're here," Steve said.

Robin unstuck her drool covered cheek from the window. She blinked rapidly.

"Shit. . .when did I fall asleep?" Robin asked.

"Right when I was talking about heavy metal," Eddie snorted. "I'll try not to be offended."

They climbed out of the car and walked up to a small, boring looking gray house. No one would look twice at it. It was perfect for anyone trying to blend in. Steve stood in front of the door and took a deep breath before knocking. They all waited with baited breath, but no one answered. Steve knocked again, and this time, the door seemed to open on its own. It hadn't been locked or closed at all, though. They stepped into a one room, open space house with a door in the back corner leading to a bathroom, right next to the kitchen. A layer of dust indicated that a bed had been there once, as well as a couch and a desk.

"No fairy markings," Chrissy frowned, her eyes glowing green.

"Fairy markings?" Steve asked.

"Markings only fairies can see, a way for the fae to pass secrets to each other or messages to leave for their lost children," Chrissy said. "It's how I found my parents."

"You seem to know more than me," Steve said softly.

"A little more but not much," Chrissy said. "I still have so many questions."

"Yeah," Steve said softly.

They looked around the house and found nothing. Nancy took out her magnifying glass when she saw Chrissy glance her way, and she winked.

"If I'm going to investigate, I'm going to do it the right way," she said. "Thank you again for the wonderful gift, baby."

Chrissy kissed her before moving onto look for clues as well.

"Now all we need is a talking dog," Eddie said.

Steve stood in the kitchen and began looking through the cabinets as well as the drawers. He came to the last drawer and let out a holler.

"Guys!"

"What did you find?" Nancy asked.

"Part of an envelope," Steve said. "It's torn. . .no letter in it, but there is an address for a house. . . In Lenora Hills?"

Nancy hurried over and looked over Steve’s shoulder.

"Well, it's not Jonathan's house. . .so you're not related to them," Nancy said.

"I fucking hope not, I once had a sex dream about you and Jonathan," Steve said.

"What?!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Focus, baby," Chrissy giggled.

"Well, I guess we're going to Lenora Hills. . ." Eddie grinned.

"All of us are going?" Steve asked.

"Yes!" Nancy, Chrissy, and Eddie exclaimed.

"Lenora Hills, it is then. . . How the fuck are we going to get there?" Steve asked. "Not all of us can afford a plane ticket."

"Magic, sweetheart, magic," Eddie whispered in his ear.

Part Four

[igotanidea]

Elf : Dick Grayson x reader

Christmas bingo day 13 : elf

They were just casually walking through the mall, finishing the christmas preparations, buying some additional presents and food.

There was no indication of an upcoming catastrophe.

Not until they wandered close to the Santa Claus stand and Dick’s eyes almost glowed.

„Oh, no -” Y/N muttered while being dragged closer to the platform with St.Nick’s armchair surrounded by the dummy trees and reindeers, all sprinkled with fake snow.  „dick!” the sudden hiss coming from her mouth did little to zero in stopping him. Once Dick Grayson set his mind on something there was no way to convince him otherwise or distract him.

Even if his initial idea was - well - stupid.

Just like now,

He couldn’t care less about the kids crowding around and their parents’ hateful gazes as he pushed through the throng, his sole purpose to get closer. All while still holding the hand of his poor girlfriend, who was just throwing apologetic glances left and right hoping no kid would start crying or throwing a temper tantrum.

„Dick!” she hissed again „Stop right now!”

Obviously he was not listening at all, his gaze fixed on the genre scene

„Richard Grayson!”

„Oh.” ironically he stopped so abruptly she almost ended on his back „you’re using my full name now, huh?”

„Just to remind you you’re an adult!”

„so what?” Dick shrugged and looked as her uncannily, only unnerving her more

„this is for kids!”

„maybe I;m practising?” he smirked

„practising? Practising what?”

„Performing for the kids. You know  -” suddenly his arms were on her waist pulling her closer despite the indecency of such behaviour around children „for future purposes-”

„Oh- oh- well- I guess I can turn a blind eye to it, then....”

„Great!” once he got what he wanted he dragged her to the front before she had a chance to change her mind.

However, Santa Claus seemed to be late and the only thing that could save the day (and possibly salvage parents from the wrath of their kids) were -

„Elves!” Dick almost jumped from excitement seeing colourfully dressed Santa’s helpers coming on stage. „Y/N! Do you see?!” he tugged at her sleeve like a child seeing snow for the first time.

„Uhm.”

„Come on! Where’s your Christmas spirit! Just look at them! I wish I could - ‘’ his voice faltered a little before finishing the sentence and it was not a good sign. Y/N could almost see the wheels in his brain turning and it quickly dawned on her.

„No.” she said sternly, squeezing his hand

„Oh, yes.” he grinned in response.

„Don’t you dare. I swear if you do, you’ll be spending Christmas without me.”

„We both know you would never be so cruel, love” quick peck on her lips and ruffle of her hair was all she got before Dick literally evaporated.

oh no, no, no....

Five minutes later another elf came onto the view.

Very, very familiar elf with dark hair and blue eyes and dressed in all blue and red, grinning wildly, happily and shaking the pompon on the big elf hat.

And suddenly it was not embarrassing anymore.

Suddenly, he was the most handsome man to ever walk the earth and his childlike disguise did nothing to hide his pretty face and perfect figure.

Suddenly she was happy that there were only kids and married women around and not teenage girls or single ladies.

But there was no jealousy.

She was definitely not jealous of her childish boyfriend walking the stage in a Christmas costume looking like a movie star, entertaining the same kids he pushed away earlier.

And - funny thing - no one seemed to remember that when dick put on his golden boy appearances.

„Y/N!” he cried out towards her „have you been nice this year?”

She blushed when all eyes landed on her instantly, pretty sure that adults understood that sentence quite differently.

„I’m pretty sure that’s the question Santa is supposed to ask me.” she retorted trying to keep her cool.

„Well, he’s not around, is he?”

„I wonder how he’ll react after figuring his subordinate is trying to take his job?”

„I’m just filling the gap.” Dick grinned „I;m just ambitious, last time I checked, it was not a crime.”

„Not like poking on innocent girls, who wished no attention?”

„I think -”

„SANTA!!” before Dick could finish the sentence (thank god) the man dressed up as disguised as a kindly old man wearing a distinctive red costume took over, discreetly shoving Dick away.

Normally, Grayson would be devastated, but in this case the only thing filling him was contentment. He got his five minutes, he got the attention and most importantly -he made Y/N flustered and saw that pretty, natural, pink blush adorning her cheeks.

It was good enough.

Oh, and she was still about to answer that naughty or nice question for him ....

[yearningaces]

Is it too much to ask this Halloween, to be surrounded by the loving embrace of a horrific nightmare of a sentient creature who adores me and is so gentle but terrifies anyone who dares to get close enough to see their visage? I'll wear a mask so I don't get scared either idgaf

...

Actually...

Did you know exactly what they were? No.

Did you even know what gender or even what creature? Also no.

But they were sentient, and they adored you. You'd been stuck in the darkness of an abandoned house the first time you met. Out of fear of what you were moments from seeing and fear of the situation of being locked in here by those who were supposed to be your friends, you covered your eyes.

And they appeared. Urging you to keep your eyes closed as they approached. Sometimes you'd feel massive paws gingerly guiding your blinded self. Sometimes it was harsh talons that held you with care. On the occasion something akin to a tail was placed in your hands for you to follow them as they wandered.

And as long as you keep your eyes covered and closed, they could remain close and adore you the way they demanded to.

And now any time it's dark enough you can't see, any time the lights go out or you so much as cover your eyes, you feel them reaching out. Some days it's a massive fur covered soft and plush form with a fang filled maw the size of your toreso nuzzling against you. Other days it's the lightest pressure of a miniscule figure sitting on your shoulder, curled up against your neck with leathery skin and a thin tail.

On the strangest days you feel like you're being held in a massive pair of hands, able to fit in the palms of your unseen companion.

And you never questioned why you needed to keep your eyes covered, until one day that is.

They felt similar to a bear today, massive, furry, chubby, and rumbling deep in their toreso as they held onto you while you both simply lounged on the forest floor.

You had a silk scarf tied around your head to cover your eyes, a gift they'd presented months ago. You saw nothing but could feel every touch and hear every soft adoring word they uttered to you in enamored affection.

Until they froze, their grip tightening just slightly and you heard footsteps approaching. But they didn't try to hide or move, they simply sat and quietly asked you to keep your blindfold on.

You didn't understand until you heard panicked exclamations from someone who must have just gotten close enough to see your companion.

And the screaming began.

Pained, panicked, throat tearing screeches as if someone was being driven mad rang out in the otherwise silent forest. Your companion placed a massive paw over the side of your head, covering your ear and pressing your other ear against their chest. The noise muffled as the screaming grew wetter and wetter, before devolving into a strangled gurgling sound. Eventually a quiet 'thud'.

And all was silent.

After a long time, they uncover your ears but continue holding you close.

"That is why you must never look upon my appearance, precious one." Was all they said, in the calmest tone.

You never found a body. They made certain you didn't. They brought you home and waited to leave until you were asleep, removing any trace of what happened because they were just so considerate of their favorite precious human.

Just keep your eyes closed, keep the blindfolds on, and you will be adored and treasured like never before for the rest of your life.

Not a terrible trade off, right?

[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 8. Threat

Prev - Masterlist

Content: CYOA format, poll options, Being watched, physical restraint, verbal threats, cages, pet trope, Giant/Tiny, Selective Mutism, poor vision, drug mention (in poll), no medication for pain, fear for ones life, dehumanization, female cast, ableism,

Pov: Hamster, then switches to Ashley for the poll.

Poll winner: Rub your eyes and crawl closer to see if they’re real

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You rub your eyes and clumsily crawl closer to the blurry image that stands across the bars. You fall into your shoulder a couple of times but lucky enough the padding in the cage cushions any pain it might have caused. The figure does look like one of Ashley’s prop dolls, and you start to relax. 

Until it talks- “You really are blind, aren’t you, Pet?” 

You scream immediately, kicking backwards from reflex, and the voice becomes shrill, “Hey! Shut up- Stop screaming!” The figure is opening the cage now to get to you. They force the door to stay ajar by shoving a pencil into it. 

They storm towards you, and you don’t stop screaming. In fact you scream more from terror. Until he’s shoving a hand against your mouth and you’re face to face with someone who is the same size as you, “Stop screaming before something bad happens to both of us!” His hand shoves against your lips, and grinds flesh into your teeth. It hurts, and you want it to stop. 

You stop screaming in hopes he’ll let go of you. It doesn’t stop the tears though, and when he takes his hand away you continue to back up to distance yourself from him. 

The man closes the distance and towers over you, “Does the human know about me?” He asks. You stare at him in disbelief, and he says it again, “Does. The. Human. Know. About. Me?” This time you shake your head quickly. 

“You don’t talk do you?” He tilts his face sideways.

Once again you shake your head. You’re not going to say a word to him. 

“Then you won’t tell the human you saw me, right?” 

You keep shaking your head, though you’re not sure if you’re supposed to nod at that last question. It doesn’t matter, because he understands it anyway, “Good.” He seems satisfied enough. 

You both stare at each other for a second, then he takes off. The cage door slams shut, and he’s gone. 

You’re left shaking like a leaf, and you need Ashley to come home NOW so that she can protect you. The medicine in your system dies down mid day, and your arm starts to throb against the inside of the cast. You feel miserable. 

Once Ashley finally comes through the front door, it's late, and you’ve already cried your heart out from fear and pain. 

When she puts her hand in your cage to check on you, you cling to her fingers immediately for safety. Ashley startles, but she scoops you up with no problem, “Oh Honey, does your arm hurt? It's okay, Mummy’s home. Here-“ She puts you to her chest where her heart thumps against you as she chucks her purse onto the counter. She then takes you to the bathroom to get more medicine syringed into your mouth. It’s bittersweet but you swallow it. 

When Ashley tries to put you back down you latch to her thumb, and refuse to let go. You’re still terrified of the tiny man killing you in your sleep. You’ve never done this before, and Ashley seems rightfully worried. She brings you back up to her chest and looks around as if lost. 

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(Top two or three poll winners may be used) 

Taglist under the cut:

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[jenerousjenocide]

Familiar Face

Chapter two leggo Chapter 1 - AO3 Mirror

If finding a dress hadn't been the hardest part of the day, bringing yourself to leave your room at the inn definitely deemed to be the most difficult. 

After hours of searching you finally were able to navigate the city well enough to track down a dress maker closer to gates of the Upper City. It should have been obvious that any store selling fancy clothing would be low on stock considering how the party was such a big topic among citizens when you were trying to find your way around. The shopkeeper did seem a little exhausted from how many clients they have likely catered to throughout the day, but they assisted you nonetheless with your quest to find something reasonable enough to show up to a masquerade in. 

After skimming through the limited options, you did land on something that caught your eye. 

A black and gold floor length gown, the sleeves sheer enough to allow some skin to peek through. The plunging neckline wasn't your favorite, in fact you were more awe struck by the low cut back, but when the shopkeeper insisted it was 'all the rage these days' you really didn't feel like you had much of a choice.

Standing in front of the mirror with it on, you felt like you were someone else. You realized you hadn't noticed the slit up the thigh in the store, but decide it's rather alluring the way your leg peeks out with every step you take. You spent some time pinning your hair up instead of allowing it to cascade down your back or in braids as usual, figuring if you were going to wear something backless you might as well show it off. The shoes you'll need to get used to, feeling as though you're walking on stilts for the first time, but it was offered up as a gift to go along with the dress, how could you refuse?

You finally catch your own eyes in the mirror, the uncertainty painting your face as you debated your next steps. You could practically hear your mother scolding you in the back of your mind about how dangerous it is to wander into the city so blind, much less the palace owned by the very Lord that resides over the city. For a moment, you detest the way your eyes remind you of her, having heard your entire life how you got your mother's eyes.

No, I have to do this. To hells with it.

You draw in a slow breath, an attempt to slow your heart rate as you finally reach for your black eye mask, secure it to your head and finally leave your room.

You've fought gnolls and goblins growing up, yet the thing having you shaking in your heels was a silly little party. 

You had the day to find your way to the palace, recognizing all of the backroads to take in order to avoid the crowd as much as possible. You did wait until nightfall before venturing out to ensure you weren't stuck waiting for the doors to fly open the moment sundown hit. Your current effort to walk in heels might be pathetic, but you weren't going to be waiting at the door like a rabid fan pathetic.

The palace stood before you like nothing you have ever seen before. There was an aura on it you couldn't quite place, it felt like you wanted to escape your own skin and run home before you could even step foot inside- Regardless, you push on. Climbing the steps to the giant wooden doors standing at the entrance, already open and the hum of music can be heard from the ballroom further down the main hall. There are people strung about laughing, drinking and enjoying the company of others. You note that not only do the party goers have their masks on, but so do the staff. You suppose for something called a midnight masquerade they really do take it seriously. 

Your heart pangs in your chest and you draw in another slow breath, not allowing the anxiety to show as you walked through the front doors and down the hall lined with extravagant sculptures and protected artifacts that look older than time itself.    

You watch through your mask as people dance and mingling on the dancefloor of the ballroom further down the hall, their clothes just as extravagant as the decorations lining the palace themselves. It would seem everyone took this night very seriously indeed, especially after learning it happened on the same night every year from eavesdropping during your prior adventures. 

Your footsteps slow to a halt as you stand at the doors of the ballroom, taking in the beautiful decorations, a full buffet of the finest foods you could only dare imagine and among them some of the most beautiful people you have ever seen.

Granted the masks can be deceiving, but it's amazing how it brings a sense of mystery to all of it.

You follow along the wall to the side, debating quietly to head towards the buffet first or if you should scope out the area first before making any decisions. 

Your eyes trail among the dancing bodies and some wandering hands, wondering quietly if this is some weird sex party you've heard about from some of your family friends during late night conversations when you should have been in bed. You shake off the memories, finally landing on the head of the room- A grand throne at the center of it almost as though it was on a pedestal. Although it wasn't necessarily the furniture that drew all of your attention.

There sat a bored looking man, a pale elf with his chin in his palm as he watched the party unfold in front of him. His wild white curls adorned his head, clashing against the dark purple color of the mask covering his eyes. You can see the way his lips seem to curl into a frown, as if unimpressed with the extravagance of the evening itself. 

It only took half a second to deduct he must be Lord Astarion.

The next half you realized he was staring back at you.

It was as though as shiver ran down your spine, you could barely catch the color of his eyes from this distance and yet it felt as though it shot electricity through you. The moment your eyes met you were drawn to him, and when you finally forced yourself to look away, the feeling faded.

Strange.

You shook it off, it must be the nerves, and he's absolutely entitled to look upon the guests that have entered his home.

However the thought that he noticed you staring first made you uneasy, noting it's probably best to keep your eyes to yourself for now. You just wanted to blend in and have some memories to share when you get home and despite your parents disapproval of leaving home in the first place, but still inevitably ask for every detail you can offer up. 

With that you found the courage to move your feet, walking over to the buffet table and looking over the drink selection.

You grab a golden goblet, inspecting the contents of the liquid before recognizing it as wine and take a slow sip.

Dry, rich, definitely not any wine you're used to having back home.

"My, aren't you a pretty young thing that wandered in?"

The sultry voice nearly makes you jump where you stand, spinning around on your heel to see the very eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I don't believe I've seen you before, a traveler?" Astarion's lips curled into a smile, leaning in closer with a tilt of his head, obviously expecting an answer. 

It took way too long to find your voice, but you're surprised it wasn't reflecting how fast your heart was beating.

"Just making my way through, I saw the invitations and I was curious." You manage to get out, bringing your other hand to hold the goblet and steady yourself to prevent from shaking. "My apologies if outsiders are not welcome."

"Nonsense, I welcome anyone and everyone into my home this evening. I would have been insulted had I found out someone like you was in town and decided not to come by for some fun." His eyes flicked behind his mask over you, taking in your dress, your posture, trailing back up your neck and back into your eyes.

It was then you realized his eyes were red. 

"I welcome you to my humble abode, please make yourself comfortable." He practically purred, reaching down to take a hand into his and raising it up to press his lips against your knuckles. 

It was gentle, soft and quick, but you noted how cold his lips felt against your flesh. 

Before you could open your mouth to reply, he was already slinking away, potentially busying himself with ensuring everything was in order.

You felt like he had taken the air right out of your lungs, the feelings of his lips still lingering on your hand as it falls back to your side and you are left completely dumbfounded.

You're pretty sure the Lord of Baldur's Gate is a Vampire.

Honestly you're not too sure why that was the first deduction that came to your mind, but you've seen those eyes before, you're absolutely sure of it. 

It took a moment to realize you were holding your breath, finally forcing the air back out and bringing yourself back to reality. If he is a vampire and you've wandered into a vampires home, you're probably in a lot more trouble than you first believed. It doesn't seem as though it is common knowledge among the other citizens dancing about without a care in the world.

If it is a secret, you're definitely not going to be the one to pull the alarm. 

You raise the goblet back up to your lips, chugging back the rich wine in one quick gulp before setting the empty cup down on the table and wander out of the ballroom to make your escape. 

Perhaps the buzz of the wine hit you a bit too quickly with your efforts to down the drink in one motion, the haziness swarming your head as though you haven't had a drink in your entire life. 

No, you recognize this feeling. It reminds you of the experimental concoctions you made growing up to prove to your father that you had a knack for crafting potions. 

Of course the wine would be charmed. 

Your parents would be so thoroughly disappointed in you.

It was like everything was moving in slow motion, along with a rose colored shade now illuminating everything in sight. You can't bring yourself to leave, staring at the front doors as you internally fight yourself to just walk forward, go back to your room at the tavern, sleep off the effects of whatever was added to the wine and finally go home.

"Don't tell me you were thinking of leaving." A voice drawled out next to you, half expecting to see Astarion once more, you noted the way your heart sank meeting the gaze of a different pale man behind a dark mask. "The party is only getting started."

"I think I-" You choke, your legs beginning to feel weak. "I think I just need some air."

"Come now, don't play hard to get." The man took another step closer, causing you to move away until your back hits the wall behind you. "I can't let someone as delicious as you get away that easily."

Okay, now you definitely know this is a vampires monastery. 

He flashes a toothy grin, the sharp edges of his fangs catching in the light and you aren't even sure if they're bothering to keep it a secret at this point. However with the drinks being charmed, they probably have no reason to if they threw this event to ensure they get as many unsuspecting necks as possible.

He had already begun to lean in close to you, and you brought up your hands to press against his chest and try to discreetly keep him at bay. His smile faltered, looking down at your hands and back at you with a confused crossing his face, as though you should be enthralled with the fact he's invading your personal space without your consent.

"I do usually enjoy a challenge," He growled, reaching up to grip your wrist with a tight squeeze. "But we've waited all year for this, so if this needs to be done the hard way, I have no problem spilling some blood."

"Lawrence."

You both froze, feeling the grip on your wrist immediately let go and it was like he had been shot with electricity the way he jolted away from you. You're both met with Astarion standing at the entrance of the ballroom, hand on his hip and his eyes focused on the man you were sure was about to murder you without a second thought. 

"You forget your manners, it seems. I have no problem reminding you of them." His tone shifted to a threat, dropping low and causing Lawrence to visibly shake where he stood. 

"I've been too eager, my apologies, my Lord." He quickly stammered, ducking his head in a bow and scampering away behind a curtain further down the hall, disappearing out of sight entirely.

A complete shift from the confident man that first approached you.

"My family forgets themselves at times, my sincerest apologies if he startled you." Astarion offers, stepping away from the door and giving you a look over as if to inspect you for any damage. "I must admit, he does have taste."

"If you think some charmed wine and sweet nothings whispered in my ear is going to be enough to drink my blood, you definitely have the wrong girl." You suddenly spat back, placing your hands behind you to steady yourself against the wall. "With all the stories I've heard, I should have figured I was walking into vampire territory."

"Aren't you the perceptive one." He hummed, looking far more entertained with your response than you expected. "You haven't even been here all that long and you've figured that out. You're definitely not from around here."

"Like I said, I was just passing through." You try to push yourself off the wall, finding it hard to steady yourself on your own two feet with every passing moment. "I think it's time I head out, but thank you so much for the... interesting evening."

"You don't look like you can walk two steps forward much less through town to whatever gaudy tavern you have for yourself in the city." His smile falters slightly, his eyes catching yours and it felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest. "We have plenty of space here, why don't you lie down for a bit?"

"And leave my neck open for the taking? Only an idiot would accept that." 

Suddenly your knees buckle beneath you, fully expecting to crumble on the floor until you feel two arms wind around you to keep you up. You could feel Astarion's breath near your ear, he was so dangerously close and you're pretty sure he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"I assure you nobody will come searching for a late night snack," He replied, laughing slightly at your efforts to stand up and resist his help. "You have my word."

Your limbs felt like jelly, you could barely see straight much less focus on navigating the streets to get yourself home. You know it would be more dangerous to leave in the state you were in, not even knowing the dangers you could face were you to collapse in the middle of the street.

He took your silence as an answer, leaning down and sweeping his arm under your knees to pick you up off the ground. Your hands grip onto the front of his vest, the sudden motion of being lifted up causing your head to spin faster.

As he began to walk, everything surrounding you began to fade, the music now drowned out with the sound of your own heart beating in your ears. 

The people around you were somehow no longer there, the elaborate decorations fading out of focus as well. 

You forced yourself to look up, the last thing you manage to see was a pair of sharp fangs smiling down at you and piercing red eyes boring into your soul before all remaining was lost to darkness.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Animal Transformation fic recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

One Piece

Cat’s Cradle by Hazel_Athena - Rated T

In which a run in with a new Devil Fruit user leaves Sanji with an unexpectedly furry problem.

stay by itsmylifekay - Not Rated

Sanji doesn't know what he's done in a past life to deserve this, but somehow when Zoro gets turned into a cat he's the one stuck on babysitting duty. How someone that small can cause so much trouble, he'll never understand. But even after all the hell he's put through, he still manages to fall in love.

raise ev'ry fallen star by greenyogurtelephant - Rated T

“I’m supposed to be finding this guy, Prince Sanji of Germa,” Zoro explained, figuring he might as well be honest with the rabbit about his initial impressions of the missing royal. “Typical, right?” he grinned. “More like the Prince of Dumbass Kingdom, wandering off and getting lost. Moron’s probably so coddled he couldn’t even fight his way out from under wet bread.” The rabbit glared up at him from behind the heavy fringe of tawny hair, its nose scrunching indignantly. Zoro ran a finger over the handsome face depicted on the curling paper. "But something about it doesn’t seem quite right,” he admitted softly, voicing his doubts aloud for the first time. “While the honorable thing for me to do is complete the quest… I’d like to hear his reasons for leaving when I find him. Sometimes lost things should stay lost.”

X-Men

Humane Society by smilebackwards - Rated M

Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he's Charles' cat and not his boyfriend.

serious koala business by chiasmus, stlkrchck - Rated G

Erik has no particular fondness for animals, so he isn't entirely sure what to think when Charles is turned into a stuffed bear. I’m alive, not stuffed, Charles points out, and a koala, for your information, which isn’t technically a bear.

Guided by bad_peppermint - Rated G

Charles - telepath, youngest tenured Columbia professor of all time, blind - is very happy with his life. Or he was, until someone turned his guide dog into a man.

My Hero Acadamia

as small as an elephant by feelingstabby - Rated T

Izuku’s lip is trembling, and he hates it. Sensei just doesn’t understand. He doesn’t see what Izuku does every time he closes his eyes. “If you are incapable of following basic orders,” Aizawa says, sounding like the storm outside, “you can give up your dream of being a reliable hero.” The harsh words are another nail in the coffin, and when thunder breaks around them, Izuku thinks he does too. Or, the one where Izuku and his sensei are turned into cats and have to learn to trust each other while struggling to find their way back home.

When I Said Being a Cat Would Be Nice, This Isn't What I Meant by lostintheclouds321 - Rated G

During an unexpected villain attack, Shouta finds himself in an unfamiliar area suddenly turned into a cat of all things. Before he can even begin to enjoy this transformation or try to find his friend, he's cornered by a group of middle schoolers and has to be rescued by none other than Midoriya Izuku.

Regrets™: Yagi Toshinori Rendition by Hayato (TheLennyBunny) - Rated T

Toshinori meant to catch the villain, not be caught by his Quirk. He guessed this was his life now. At least he had feet.

The Witcher

this animal i have become by splendidlyimperfect - Rated T

“Look,” Jaskier says, holding his hands up in surrender as he slowly approaches the wolf. “I’m really just trying to help you. It’s the least I can do for you saving those people, but honestly, I can’t do much if you bite my hands off.” The wolf, which stands nearly half Jaskier’s height and is bleeding heavily where the crossbow bolt is sticking out of its leg, bares its teeth and snarls.   “Oh, knock it off,” Jaskier grumbles irritably. “I’ve been growled at plenty; you don’t scare me.”  Six months after Jaskier leaves Geralt on the mountain, he finds another white wolf.

rare species by winterbucky (WinterLadyy) - Rated T

Almost 2 years after the moutain, Geralt is coping. He's fine. He's making great decisions like taking a contract on an ice troll at the start of winter, in the mountains. The hunt goes wrong and he finds himself dying in a ravine, covered in snow, cold and alone. And then, like an angel descenting from heaven, is the cat. A rare species of cat, a snow leopard that seems determined to keep Geralt alive, even against his own wishes. Geralt can do nothing but let him, and maybe talk - he was always better at talking to animals and he has many regrets to comb through. or i do uno reverse on the wolf geralt trope and make jaskier a big kitty after the moutain and geralt, ofc, doesn't realize. thats it

Supernatural

The Literal Bear Hug by almaasi - Rated G

Suddenly, Cas was a bear. This was not supposed to happen.

on little cat feet by museaway - Rated T

Dean fears Cas has been killed on a hunt when he discovers a small cat sniffing around the remains of his trench coat.

Star Wars

The Wisdom of Cats by inkpenpaper - Rated T

Cody felt it was a sad reflection of the amount of poodoo the 212th had dealt with over the course of the war that his first reaction to his General turning into a cat wasn’t panic, but resignation that he owed Rex another 50 credits.

Paws and Reassess by blackkat - Rated T

While on a training mission, Wolffe picks up a sorry, scrappy stray cat and smuggles it back to Kamino with him. (Jon Antilles has the worst luck of any Jedi, and that's saying something. But maybe this particular bout of terrible luck has a clone-shaped silver lining. And potentially a lot of Sith-shaped complications. Opposable thumbs would probably make this whole thing a hell of a lot easier to deal with.)

[jayjaymorgan]

RexWalker Week - Day 3, Rescued

Author’s Note : Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night!

Taglist : @rexwalker-week

TW : cursing, slight solitary confinement

The room was freezing and pitch black. The man’s blacks did nothing to prevent the cold of the metal floor and walls from seeping into his body, settling into his bones and weighting him down. His teeth chattered, as he sat curled up in the corner, occasionally sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He had no idea how long he had been sitting there. It felt like an eternity. It couldn’t have been more than a day or two tops, but the silence was suffocating and making him feel like he was on the brink of insanity. The leak in the ceiling. It was the only noise in the room, the slow pitter patter of the droplets falling, as the puddle of thick, murky liquid grew. He tried counting the drops, but lost count at around one thousand. The smooth walls. He spent hours pacing around the room, blindly searching for a hatch that would contain all the cables he had to rip out in order to open the door. He gave up after circling the small cell half a dozen of times, when his legs could no longer carry his weight. He tried meditating, just like Anakin taught him too, but his mind kept wandering to places he didn’t want to visit. In the end, he curled up tighter in his corner, desperately trying to conserve what little warmth he had left and waited. And waited.

He haven’t even realized that he fell asleep, if it hadn’t been for a loud explosion to shake him out of his restless stupor. His head snapped upright, heart beating out of his chest, as the emergency sirens started wailing. He could hear the distant sound of blasters and droids barking orders. The man tried to stand up, but his limbs refused to cooperate, every muscle in his body screaming in protest. The floor shook under his feet, making him stumble back onto the cold, hard floor. He cursed, before letting his cold, numb body lean against the wall. He could do nothing else but wait, as the fight outside his small cell raged on, the blasts growing louder, until...

Everything went quiet.

He strained his ears, hoping to hear the sound of friendly troops coming to his rescue, but the battlefield remained quiet.

Then, footsteps, just outside the cell.

The door opened and the man squinted as the flashing red light poured in, blinding him momentarily. He shielded his eyes, blinking back tears as he looked at the figure standing in front of him. He felt a wave of relief washing over him as his eyes got used to the blaring lights and could finally make out the details of his visitor’s face. “...kriffing finally.” he said bitterly, but there was a hint of playfulness in his voice. “Took you long enough.”

Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the emergency light, was Anakin.

His Jedi robes were torn and singed in few places from the explosions, hair disheveled, lightsaber in hand. In his other hand was the head of a tactical droid, its lifeless eyes flickering, cables spitting out sparks and hissing as they went out. His eyes were dark, face scrunched up with a look of utter furry, looking like he was pulled out straight from someone’s worst nightmare. Rex grinned from his cold corner. “...has anyone told you that you’re really handsome, covered in droid blood and all?” Skywalker’s eyes narrowed, but the corners of his lips twitched upwards, as he tried his best not to smile. He was supposed to be angry, raging, wrathful! He was supposed to scream at the clone and berate him for being such a careless idiot, for getting captured by a bunch of incompetent clankers, yet... He couldn’t help but to chuckle. “Just you, Rex.” he said quietly, the tension slowly leaving his body as took his lovers into his arms, squeezing him tight. “Just you.”

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Push - a Malevolent AU one-shot fic

They survived. John got his promised body. They're free. But Arthur is still blind, and now, he no longer has someone in his head, helping him around.

He's not all right. It's all coming out of him in anger. Today, John needed a break... and, left alone, Arthur tries a four-legged substitute.

It goes about as well as can be expected.

AO3

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“How about Spot? That’s a good name for a dog, right?” said Arthur.

The dog continued as it was: panting, a bit of slobbering, occasionally stopping all of that noise so it could (presumably) lick its face.

It. Could be a boy, could be a girl. Arthur didn’t know. He petted its head, feeling its long and floppy ears. “Yeah, that’s a stupid name, huh? You probably don’t even have spots.”

No reply, of course. Stubborn; willful. So that really narrowed it down. “I know,” said Arthur. “I’m going to call you John.”

“Woof,” said the dog, which was possibly assent.

“Take that, you ass,” Arthur muttered, and burst into tears.

#

This was not a seeing-eye dog. Arthur knew about them, was fascinated with the concept, and had read all about them before he’d lost his sight. 

This was not that. This was just a dog that had wandered into the tiny house because fucking Jackass Doe had left the damn door open when he’d stormed out.

And Arthur hadn’t realized it was open. For all he knew, the place was filled with raccoons now. Or ants. Or had been robbed bloody blind (haha, see what he did there).

He sniffled again. (Jackass Doe wasn’t here to hear it, so it was fine.) “He’s not coming back this time, and I don’t fucking want him to, you hear?”

The dog—its chin resting on his knee—whined.

Dogs needed things. What did dogs need? Arthur had never kept a dog. Food and water, probably; and he knew he’d have to walk it.

That would be interesting. He wasn’t sure how to pick up the thing’s leavings when he couldn’t fucking see them. “This is going to be a pain, but you know what?” Arthur said, rubbing the dog’s neck. “It’s still less trouble than other messes certain people made!” he shouted at the Jackass, at the boxes, at the still-open door.

(He hoped John could hear him.)

(He knew John wasn’t close enough to hear him.)

“I probably need to hire someone, huh?” he said softly. At least that would be possible thanks to the success of his last three songs. 

Once he figured out how to get help without asking for it, that is.

Because he didn’t want to ask for it, that’s why.

(And it absolutely was not the reason Jackass Doe had left.)

(Fine. Maybe it was.)

He supposed the door should be shut.

“I can do this,” he said, standing. It would’ve been easier, certainly, if they’d finished unpacking first, but that had been delayed because Jackass Doe wanted Arthur familiar with the whole house before they filled it with their things, and Arthur knew that was totally unnecessary because he could figure it out as they went.

It had started the whole damn fight.

Not until you can tell me how many drawers there are!

A thousand! Two! It doesn’t fucking matter! Just put the fucking forks in one, and I’ll figure it out!

It had seemed really important at the time.

“Woof,” said the dog.

What did dogs eat, anyway? “I don’t have any rabbit, or anything,” said Arthur, hands out, trying to find the door by feel. His foot hit a box, and he tried to shuffle around it. “I can get to the store. I’ll buy you something.” That had been a primary reason for buying this house, though it was small: a supply store in close walking distance, on this side of the street.

Arthur made it around the box and wiped his face on his sleeve because the handkerchiefs were packed. “I’ll fucking find them,” he vowed, trying to orient toward the door again. “I don’t need him.” 

Which he had yelled.

Which was when Jackass left.

Which was why he wasn’t coming back this time.

Arthur found the door by running into it. “Ha,” he said, and closed and locked it. “We’re safe now, buddy.”

The dog started barking.

Something hissed in return.

Oh. Raccoons (?) were already in the house. To the symphony of barking and hissing, Arthur turned and opened the door again, hoping this would take care of itself.

Instead, the sounds took off, some kind of weird feet slapping, dog claws scratching, and the whole cacophony raged into the kitchen (something crashed and broke), then into the bedroom (he distinctly heard the lamp fall and the bulb shatter), and only then back out the front door with the dog on its heels.

Whatever it was hit him pretty hard on its way out. It felt like getting socked by a feather-covered wall.

Arthur landed heavily and stared after them, seeing nothing. Anticipating, with horror, trying to clean up broken glass he could not see.

They didn’t even have a phone (though Jackass had threatened to get one). It didn’t matter. Who could he call, anyway?

Arthur leaned against the door, tired, alone, complicit in his own desertion, and hid his face in his hands.

#

The dog came back.

A while later, so did the Jackass.

“What the fuck did you do?” bellowed John Doe, who bellowed nearly everything, who was hard to read when he’d first got his body because he’d only ever had vocal cords designed to proclaim.

Arthur lifted his head from where he’d pillowed it on the dog. He was in the middle of the living room floor; there was glass in the kitchen and glass in the bedroom, and he’d cut himself twice before giving it up as a bad job.

There was still a sliver in his thumb. He could feel it, but he couldn’t see it. “I suppose you’re happy now,” his mouth said before his head could catch up. “You were right and I’m helpless. Go to hell.”

“Oh, what the fuck,” said John, kneeling beside him.

John smelled so good. He always smelled so good, improbably smoky, somehow herbal, like he’d wrapped country air in a cologne. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine." 

John took his hand anyway. “Splinter. Hold on.”

Arthur knew he was supposed to say ‘sorry.’ He knew he’d been unreasonable, weaponized all the horror of loss (John in his head, sight in his eyes) that soured the miracle of John’s body. All that came out was, “I thought you weren’t coming back this time.”

John snorted. 

Arthur had touched this new face before, felt the stubble, the enviably strong jaw, the full lips. He had glass in his hand and dared not touch now. “I told you I don’t need you.”

“You’ve said worse. Also, it was bullshit. Also, why the fuck do you have a dog?”

“His name is John,” said Arthur, “because you were gone.”

John sighed. The dog’s tag jingled. “I just… needed some air. And her name is Daisy, and she belongs to a neighbor.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Arthur was doing everything out of order.

“It’s been two godsdsmned weeks,” said John, who’d removed the glass and was wrapping Arthur’s bloodied finger. “Maybe give yourself a damn minute to get used to all this. Dumbass.”

Arthur sniffled. “You should be gone for good. I’m not any good to you like this.”

“Any good? What the fuck are you talking about? It was never about benefits or I would have left you in the prison pits.”

The walk had done John good. He was being all reasonable, and it cut the legs out from under Arthur’s fight. “I’m sorry.”

“Me, too. I keep pushing you. I know you don’t like to be pushed, but why the hell is there goose shit in the kitchen?”

“The door…”

A pause. “I left it open.”

“Yeah.”

The dog said, “Woof.”

“I’m still gonna make you learn the house,” John warned.

“I don’t want—"

“And how many steps to the store.”

“No!”

“And how to run the—"

“I said no, John!”

“Why the fuck not?”

The dog growled.

“Because I need you!” Arthur cried, voice cracking. “And it feels like you don’t want me to anymore!”

John sighed.

Arthur’s face burned.

“Come on, moron,” said John, pulling Arthur to his feet.

John was so big. “You’re too tall,” Arthur complained, leaning against that broad chest.

“Tell it to the committee,” said John, walking him back to their room. He got Arthur onto the bed. “Stay.”

“Fuck you.”

“Uh-huh.” John cleaned up the broken light bulb. There was silence, otherwise; the clinking of broken glass, the panting of the dog (who’d followed them), the brooding of Arthur Lester.

Arthur sniffled.

“I’m not leaving you,” said John, dumping the mess into an empty box.

“You should. I’m a burden.”

“You’re an ass. You’re not a burden.”

“All the more reason to go.”

John sighed and sat on the bed. His weight dipped it, and Arthur fell into him.

Neither moved to correct this.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Arthur whispered. “We did what he said. We got the damn stone. We broke the… the thing.”

“We sure did. And I got my body, as promised. And he let us go.”

Arthur turned his face, speaking into John’s shoulder. “I’m blind. I’m still blind, but I don’t have you to guide me.”

He hadn’t said that before. They hadn’t said. There was the ritual and Larson and the stone and Kayne, and then running and reclaiming his bank account and talking to police. There’d been no chance to say it all.

“I think it’s sort of what he said back in Carcosa,” John said softly. “What was it? ‘Only one walks away unscathed, and neither of you go home.’”

“We are home,” said Arthur defiantly.

“We’re making a new home. Not the same.” John lifted his arm to wrap it around Arthur’s shoulders.

Arthur leaned in, inhaling the smokiness, the Johnness, and thought, he is home. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. We’ll figure it out. Like I said, I’m not leaving you.”

“You should.”

“No more of that, fuck.” John shifted, lifting Arthur as easily as he had the broken lamp, and lay beside him on the bare mattress. “Not leaving.”

“Okay.” Arthur couldn’t push back anymore.

The dog jumped onto the bed and lay across both their legs.

John laughed. “What the fuck? I’m gone half an hour, and you’ve trained some dog to come into our bed.”

“You were gone eighty years, and the dog is your replacement,” said Arthur.

John laughed and kissed his forehead. “Idiot.”

Arthur closed his useless eyes. He didn’t need them anymore. He felt safe. “I’m sorry.”

“Said that already. Lemme clean up, and we can have some damn lunch before I take the stupid dog home.”

“Not yet.” Arthur tightened his grip on John's torso.

“Not yet. Okay.” John sighed. “At least I didn’t come home to geese all over hell.”

“Do we have to give the dog back?”

“We have to give the dog back. I’ll get you another one. Maybe one of those fancy seeing-eye things.”

“You… you won’t…”

“I won’t leave, even if you can navigate the whole damn city without me. I’m not making myself obsolete, idiot. I’m taking care of you. Different.”

It was so stupid, but Arthur needed to hear those words. He exhaled, tension finally leaving him.

John brushed Arthur’s last tear away, his thumb rough and warm. “Shut up for a while.”

“Yeah. You, too. Jackass Doe.”

John laughed. “Jackass and Bullhead, private investigators.”

“It works.”

“Too stubborn to let your case go unsolved!” John said, having a great time.

“I love you,” said Arthur, who always did everything out of order.

“I love you, too,” said John, who was used to it. “Fucking snooze already so we can eat when you get up.”

“No,” said Arthur, and fell into a contented, healing doze.

[thessalian]

Thess vs the Eclipse Resurgence

A little more Forbidden West ... except not really in the Forbidden West, mostly.

Okay, so - off I go to this clearing. Well, there's all the blood, and ... well, here we go, Focus says third person. Let's follow the third person.

Oop, there goes a raccoon. I could Focus it but it'll be got away by the time I-- Oh. I just ... approximated its trajectory and shot it. DAMN I'm good.

Why do these people not just kill the machines when the machines are in their way? It's not hard! You'd figure everyone wandering around outside a settlement would go armed when there's a possibility of machines in the way! Ah, well - at least that means I'll never be out of a job. ...At least, if I save the world. I guess it's not going to matter either way if I don't.

Aha! Cave! Wow. Cave full of shinies. Treasure caves for the win.

Huh. Yeah, that's Eclipse alright. Shooty time.

Wow. I'm getting good at melee stealth kills. Then again, how far am I down the Infiltrator tree? Yeesh.

"We should go check". Yeah, c'mon down into the nice dark cave where I can shoot the living hell out of you people. YOU PEOPLE WERE SUCH PAINS IN MY ASS AND I'M NOT DEALING WITH IT AGAIN IF I DON'T HAVE TO.

...Oh. Was I supposed to fight them out here? Eh well. they came to me. That seems a nicer way of dealing with it.

Eclipse with Focus. Great. And apparently the wanting to set up whole armies in the Forbidden West to TAKE OVER THE WORLD-- oh for fuck's sake. I guess this is what @true0neutral meant by "You'll like what they have in place of bandit camps", hmm?

Right. Mask for proof and ... okay, brief raid of the rest of the shinies in this cave and then I will go back.

Ooh. Nighttime. And Fanghorns in the way. Yay, Zen hunting!

...Fuck. I think I lost a Scrounger down a cliff. Eh well.

Go, Conovar, be freeeeeee! No, please, enjoy the being free. You don't want to dedicate your life to a cause; it sucks. I can take on another cause; it's fine.

Right. Now, how do I glide? Okay, now you're not giving me helpful hints. I want the helpful hints; how do I fucking glide? Lemme check the keybinds - and you don't tell me either! Fuck's sake. Fine, lemme do some testing; I'm sitting on all the medicinal berries in the world anyway.

...Fuck this. The glider no longer exists. Fuck it and fuck my life.

Right. Onward to the scavenger place. Ooh, hey, foxes! I need fox parts! Let's do this!

Ooooooooookay I saw some of that stuff I see in the distance at the far edges of Nora territory etcetera, but I seem to recall it looking somewhat less like a fucking Reaper. Didn't I have enough of this shit on the final run to the Beam in Mass Effect 3? And I had better weapons until Harbinger wrecked my shit up and left me with nothing but a hand cannon to deal with the final boss of Marauder fucking Shields. ...At least I can trust Guerilla not to do that to me.

Ugh. No, dead-by-Blight fox is not worth this. Man, I spend far too much time in games where the Blight is a thing and red things radiate deadliness of that sort. Now I kind of wonder what the colour-blind accessibility options do because for those of us who can see colours in the usual way, red means danger but red is also the grass we hide in for stealth. MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND.

Hi, Scavenger dude. Oh, you want to make spiffy armour? Cool. Ah. You're running a contest and this poor jerk's stuck without parts. Well. You've given me an excuse to Zen-hunt, Poor Jerk, so I will be nice to you. I like hitting up Shellwalkers anyway.

Precision arrow quiver upgraded YEEEEEES. And that's the achievement for having upgraded all the bags at least once. I like achievements. They're fun.

I ... should take a break or something. More coffee. Food. Then pick what the hell I want to do next. I see ... one of those Eclipse camps ... a Large Metal Bird hunting spot, and a whoooole lot of Fog of War, so there's probably a Tallneck out there someplace. ADVENTURE! ...Yeah, okay, and saving the world, but lemme HUNT.

So I'mma go grab some potato salad and coffee and then get back to the ADVENTURE. If nothing else, this has so far been a great way to hyperfocus past the OW I woke up with today. I mean, the paracetamol helped a bit, but sometimes, even when moving hurts, I just have to keep weaponising my hyperfocus tendencies. I could be a grumpy sod about the fact that it took forty-some years to figure out that I probably have ADHD, especially when it's often misdiagnosed as borderline personality disorder in women and I was diagnosed with that over twenty years ago, but ... I'm honestly not that much? I still prefer having a diagnosis when I can, but at the same time, I did at least figure out how to not only work around the whole mess but even use some of it to my advantage. See also: hyperfocus as an all-natural painkiller, and setting my executive dysfunction to work against my impulsivity tendencies so I don't end up bankrupting myself stupidly. I guess we all figure it out eventually.