#or Dammit Rubis! I can’t breathe

[annakirk23]

🤣🤣🤣

Just some guys and gals trying on some diamond attire

Bonus:

Miss steal your girl

[bird-in-the-space]

Echoes of the Unknown

You put your plan into action. Now, will you escape, or be captured by the cons?

Warnings: Cursing, near panic attack, Emily sweet-talking Knockout, shocking Knockout, and escaping.

Chapter 19

----------------------------------------

Fuck! 

Shit! 

Fucking!

Hell!

Dammit! 

You were trying your hardest not to have a panic attack after watching Soundwave take Emily away to somewhere they might torture her for information. How the hell did it go this wrong? You just needed to figure out the ground bridge controls, wait for Emily, and then get the hell out of this ship. 

What are you gonna do now? 

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down your panicking mind. Alright, (Name). Calm your shit down. You can’t help Emily if you start panicking and give yourself away. There has to be something you can do to get her and yourself out of this. 

You knew Knockout. He’s the medic of the Decepticons. The bots also described him as someone who did not like his paint job getting ruined. As the medic, he had to be at the med bay, so that’s where Emily was currently taken toward. 

You knew where the ground bridge console was. You could go to the med bay, grab Emily, and run for the ground bridge console. But what would you do when they sound the alarm? You would then need a diversion to keep the attention away from you. 

Your eyes widened when you remembered something. The drills! You could code the drills to start automatically and use them as a distraction. But what if they turn off the drills before you could use the ground bridge? Then what? 

You then grabbed the Holly out of its hiding place. You stared at the little device while organizing your thoughts into a fully formed plan. It was a bit of a long shot, but if you were careful and timed everything right, you and Emily would get off this ship without further issues. You could use the Holly to trick the cons when needed. You just needed to do a few more scans. It was a good thing the vehicons shared the same face as you. 

Attaching the Holly around your wrist, you left the ground bridge console to prepare your plan for action. You just hoped that Emily could hold on till then.  

Emily stayed quiet while still being held by the metal tentacle thing. Soundwave quietly took her somewhere. She tried to start a conversation, but the mech was silent like a rock.  It was actually a bit unnerving—- even you weren’t this quiet. 

They then arrived at what seemed to be the med bay. Emily saw a red bot waiting there. 

Soundwave dropped her off on the metal table. Emily yelped and grunted from the fall. She quickly checked on her camera, seeing no damage to it, before returning her attention to the two cons who looked down at her. 

“So, this is the Autobot pet that caused poor Airachnid some trouble? You can leave Soundwave. I’ll take it from here,” the red bot said, and the faceless con left without a word. 

Emily cautiously looked at the red bot. She had seen him a couple of times while hiding in the vents and guessed his name to be Knockout, the medic of the cons and assumably the crazy doc. 

“Now, doll face. Since you know the location of the Autobot base, I suggest you start talking. I would hate to ruin that pretty face of yours,” Knockout said, turning his arm into a spiral saw. 

The sight of the saw unnerved her, but unwilling to share the information and desperate to cause a diversion, she quickly went through her mind for ideas. Only one idea seemed worth the shot. 

“I… uh… Sorry. I was stunned for a moment because you certainly are the most dashing con I’ve seen on this ship so far,” Emily started. 

Knockout turned his arm back to normal with interest in his eyes. “Oh?” 

“Yeah! This place is so dark and gloomy. There’s barely any color and here you are, standing out in your cherry red paint like a polished ruby among these plain rocks,” she continued, quickly observing his form and the wheels on his back. 

“Is it safe to assume that your alt form is based on Aston Martin? I heard it's one of the best sports cars to this day, really pretty and really fast,” she asked, emphasizing the pretty and fast words. 

“You have a good eye, human, and a good taste,” Knockout stated. 

“I admire beautiful things. I’m afraid not even the Autobots can compare to your looks,” Emily said, causing him to grin. “You must have a meticulous paint care routine. So, what’s your secret?“ she asked 

“I’m glad you asked. I rarely get to talk about my care routines with anyone on this ship,” Knockout said. 

“Then talk away. Perhaps we could exchange secrets, one car enthusiast to another,” Emily smiled. Knockout started talking about his supposed care routine while Emily hoped it would buy you enough time to form up a plan to save her. 

Walking past vehicons, you used the Holly to scan them while they were walking. You were careful enough to cover the scan light to avoid catching attention while making your way to the mining storage. 

You arrived at your destination and to your luck, no one was in the room. If you remember correctly, Steve, Carl, and the others were on their breaks. You quickly grabbed a data pad and climbed to the nearest drill. Remembering how Raf did his coding tricks, you opened the drill’s panel and attached the wires to the data pad. You connected the datapad to the drill and opened the coding terminal.

You put your complete faith in remembering what each of the codes did and how to write them in cybertronian letters, adding them to the drill’s system and giving you a way to activate them remotely. After succeeding, you placed the panel back and jammed the controls so that they would start moving after activation.

You then went to the next drill and repeated the progress. You programmed three of the drills and decided it would be enough for the diversion. 

Now, it was time to get Emily. 

Emily nodded along as Knockout continued on about his paint job and complaints about working with the Decepticons. She kept up with an interested face, but after some fair minutes, it started to get a bit tiresome. However, it was necessary to keep him talking about his interest because it would buy you time to figure out a plan to save her. She had faith in you — you were smart and creative when it comes to solving problems. 

She checked the time on her camera. It had been twenty minutes now. Hopefully, you have already come up with something to get you both out of this mess. 

“Anyway, even though I enjoyed this brief discussion about my life. I think we have to get back to the real business, which is you telling us the location of the Autobot base,” Knockout suddenly stopped talking, turning his attention to her. 

“Hold on! I was enjoying listening to you talk why stop now?” she asked, hoping he would keep talking. 

“Because, dollface, I have a job to do, and Lord Megatron would do something much worse to me than scrap my paint if I do not bring him results sooner than later,” he answered. 

“Okay, I understand…” Emily’s eyes suddenly noticed you arriving behind the doors of the med bay. You were looking at them through the opening. 

“But— I must ask. If working with the Decepticons is so rough and most of your colleagues treat you badly— why do you keep working with them?” Emily asked. “From what you were saying, it’s nearly impossible to satisfy their expectations,” 

“It is challenging I admit, but there are certain perks of being a con which makes fighting for the Decepticon cause worth it,” Knockout replied. 

Emily kept Knockout talking while you surveyed the med bay, trying to think of a way to get Emily out of there without causing an alarm. Your eyes then landed on what seemed to be one of those shock rods. It gave you an idea. It would most likely set the alarm, but the other options also involved setting off the alarms, so this was probably something you just had to do. 

You dared to enter the med bay through the automatic doors. You walked slowly while watching Knockout and Emily talk. She glanced at you a few times. 

“Anyway!” she started, raising her tone, and keeping Knockout's attention on herself. 

“Knockout. I get it you have a job to do. “ she slapped her hands together, causing Knockout to raise his brow curiously. “Working with Megatron seems hard enough so I won’t put up a fight,”

“Hmm. Smart choice, Emily,” Knockout said with a pleased tone. 

“But! Before we start with my interrogation. Can I take a few pictures of you? I’m actually a photographer and I think it would be a waste not to capture a beauty like yourself in my camera lens,” she asked. “Be my model for a moment, please. I will then start talking about the Autobot base,” she said, pleading innocently with her eyes. 

You stopped to see if Knockout agreed to it. 

“Hmm? Well… I guess I would not mind getting photographed if it gets you talking. Make sure to get my good sides, doll face. You won’t get an opportunity like this for the second time,” Knockout said, flaunting his claws. 

“Lovely!” Emily slapped her hands together. 

You quietly sighed in relief and rolled your eyes at the con’s ego. Emily— you one hell of a sweet-talker. 

You turned your attention to the shock rod as it was within your reach. Quietly grabbing it, you then turned toward Emily and Knockout as he prepared to pose. 

“Alright,” Emily held up her camera after setting in. 

“Ready…” 

Knockout waited but then you pushed the shock rod between his neck, causing him to yell as he was electrocuted. He then dropped down on the floor, smoking from his openings. You and Emily stared at the unconscious con for a moment. 

You sighed then dropped the rod, extending your hand toward Emily. 

“Come on. It’s time for us to leave this place,” 

Emily hopped into your hand and you quickly left the med bay. 

You move through the hallways, taking calm deep breaths. You try to keep a steady pace while walking past the vehicons. They paid you no mind except some nods as a greeting, which you returned. Your nerves and spark pulsed with anxiety as you were actively hiding something from the cons. When you felt the weight inside your chest move again, you made a quick stop at an empty room. 

You opened your chest. “Em! Stop moving! “ you said as she was hidden in there. 

“Sorry, it’s a bit cramped here,” she said, trying to get into a better position. 

You then heard what you suspected to be an alarm. 

“Troopers. An infiltrator with a similar face as yours has released the human prisoner and is attempting to escape. You are to find and capture them immediately!” you heard Megatron order through the com. 

“Seems like our time is running out,” Emily remarked. 

“Then It’s a good thing I prepared a diversion,” you said then pushed a button in your arm, sending the signal for the drills to activate. 

In the mining room, the three drills activated. The baffled vehicons watched and ran away when they saw the drills move, hitting each other and the walls. The vehicons quickly fled the room and avoided getting torn to pieces by the drills. 

The ship shook beneath you and you could hear the drills in the distance. You saw the passing vehicons turn their attention toward the mining room and run over there to stop the chaos. 

“Alright. Time to go,” you said, closing your chest. 

After seeing the last vehicons run past you, you used a shortcut to run for the ground bridge console. To your relief, the ground bridge console was empty. The cons would be too busy to stop the drills, so you had time to set the coordinates. 

“Squadron in the east hallways. The pretender is at the bridge console,” you heard the voice say and then noticed what seemed to be a surveillance camera watching you from the ceiling corner. You quickly shot the camera with your blaster. 

You then heard running in the distance. 

“What are we gonna do now?” Emily asked through your chest, having heard the speaker and your blaster fire. 

Your mind wanted to panic but then an idea popped into your head. 

“I have an idea,” you said, inputting the coordinates and activating the ground bridge. The green vortex appeared beside you. You then powered up the Holly, just in time when a squad of vehicons arrived at the ground bridge console. 

You looked at them as they saw you.

“Halt!” 

You ran inside the ground bridge. They gave chase, following you into the vortex, unaware that they were following a hologram version of you. 

After they ran in, you appeared from the wall, having figured out how to use the Holly to camouflage with the environment. You stepped to the console and deactivated the ground bridge, trapping the vehicons to the random location you inputted. You then added your intended coordinates, opening the ground bridge and running through — escaping the Decepticon warship with the ground bridge closing behind you. 

Driving on the road in your alt-mode, you speeded without stopping. You did not want to take chances of the cons catching up to you or tracking you down even though you had the locator long removed. The adrenaline makes you go even faster as you and Emily finally take a breather from the tense escape. 

Emily laughed. 

“That was brilliant! That was awesome! You actually tricked them!” she exclaimed with the biggest grin on her face. 

“Yeah! But let’s not do that again!” you replied through the radio. 

“But still! That was awesome!” she exclaimed, laughing and resting against your car seat. 

“You know. You are much braver than you let yourself believe,” she said. “You’ll make a one fearless Autobot,” she added.  

“I was actually terrified the whole time. I was afraid it would fail and we both end up as hostages,” you replied. 

“But we didn’t thanks to you,” Emily smiled softly. 

“Thanks for coming after me. I do not know what I would have done if I was on my own with them,” she said, looking through your windshield. 

“Of course. I couldn’t just stand there while they took you, especially someone like Airachnid,“ you said, thinking about the spider con. 

“I care about you too much to let anything happen to you,” you said. 

Emily smiled. 

“I love you too,” she said, patting the top of your dashboard. 

“Now, let’s call in the bots. They must be dead worried about us,” she said. You then called in the bots and asked for a ground bridge, which they happily activated. You were glad as you both were finally out of danger. 

[violetlunette]

Lilia grunted as a force pushed him backward. He managed to stop sliding back further by catching himself, his nails scrapping into the ground.

“Well! I must admit I’m impressed by your tenacity.” Lilia’s ruby eyes flashed crimson as he whipped his head up, growling.

His fangs were out and bared at the vile foe looming above in a cradle of red flowers. However, the man didn’t keep Lilia's attention for long as his gaze kept darting around the area to check on his family.

None of them brought comfort to Lilia’s old heart.

Malleus and Silver were trapped in glass tubes covered with crimson lotus flowers. The plants not only drained their magic but were slowly taking their life force as well.

Both were paler than usual, their skins as white as lilies placed on a coffin. Silver was also decorated with bruises, varying in colors from yellow, purple, blue, red, and even black. He had other marks as well that were hard to identify through the vines that coiled around him like snakes inside the glass. Silver must have fought so hard to protect Malleus.

The prisoners’ expressions were pinched with fatigue and strain, their breaths heavy as they tried their best to fight off the effect of the ensnaring lotus, sweat dripping down their faces as they fought to even breathe.

The sight made Lilia’s pulse pick up a pace. It hurt him to see the children he raised like this. The fae had to fight back the urge to rush forward, grab them, and pull both safely into his arms. As much as it pained him, he had to focus on the fight.

‘I wonder how much longer they have before--’ Lilia clenched his fist, his fingers digging up the soil as he did so.

Malleus and Silver had been captured on a school trip. When Lilia learned of this, he had come to save them along with Sebek.

Unfortunately, it turned out their foe was stronger and more conniving than they imagined. It wasn’t long before the situation turned out horribly.

Sebek now lay to the side, his limbs skewed from multiple broken bones. Blood leaked from a head wound, which rendered him unconscious. Around him, the crimson lotuses were approaching, like hungry beasts about to devour.

“Sebek!” Lilia created a shield just in time to save his pupil from the vines. However, his relief didn’t last even a second. The old General knew that barrier wouldn’t hold long, for Lilia wasn’t doing much better than anyone else.

Countless cuts now marred his body, blood pooling from the deeper ones. He began to realize how much red he lost when his vision began to blur. Lilia growled in his throat, disgusted at himself.

‘I can’t believe I’ve been weakened to this point.’ To the point where Lilia couldn’t even protect the things he loved most.

Lilia gritted his teeth as self-loathing filled him, eyes nearly pinching shut. He never would have imagined he would have become this pathetic, this worthless.

The people he loved most—his student, his Prince, his son—were all dying before his eyes, yet he couldn’t do a thing!

Still, that didn’t mean Lilia was going to stop trying. Not when there was even a single breath in his body.

Lilia made to pounce, to continue his attack--to rip out the throat of the man who hurt his children like this--when something grabbed him from behind. Horror filled Lilia's eyes.

“No!” The vines of the red flowers wrapped around his body, binding him where he stood. Lilia struggled to use his brute strength to break them as his arms were pinned to the side. But if Malleus—a descendant of two dragons—wasn't able to break free, what chance did Lilia have, especially now?

"Dammit!" Lilia could feel the lotuses' powers start to take effect. He was quickly becoming drained of his magic--what little he had--and his legs shook as his muscles weakened. Despite this, Lilia managed to remain standing, through pride alone, if he had to guess. Through lidded eyes, he looked up as a shadow covered him.

The villain was carried down to him by the flowers, which held him like a swing.

 The foe’s eyes twinkled in amusement as he watched Lilia, a smug grin across his lips. The smirk infuriated Lilia, sending fire through his skin.

“I really like you!” he hummed, reaching to tilt Lilia’s chin. The gaze looked the shorter man over as he licked his lips. “If it weren’t for the fact you’re so withered by this point, I would take you for my own.” Feeling disgusted-- and insulted--Lilia tried to bite the fingers touching him. Sadly, the other was faster.

The madman laughed at him cheerfully, like he had been told a joke over tea.

“However, I admire that spirit! So, I’ll tell you what;” The fiend was carried away from the fae and towards Lilia’s captured treasures. “since you’ve managed to entertain me well enough, I’ll allow you to take one of your beloveds home. Just one, mind. The other—will belong to me.” 

Lilia's eyes blew open, partly from the audacity of this man but mostly from rage, which boiled his blood. How dare he even think about taking what belonged to Lilia?

“Is this all some sick joke to you?” he growled, trying to free an arm so he could punch the other. From the sadistic smile on the villain’s face, that’s exactly what it was.

“Oh, I’m quite serious.” The glass vials holding Silver and Malleus shattered, and the boys dropped. The red vines still bound their forms and dangled them like ornaments from a tree.

“Both are marvelous specimens that any collector would want,” the villain continued as if talking about a painting or a statue.

Heels clicked as the villain stepped down from his throne of flowers. He walked over to the others, first to Malleus.

“The Prince of Briar Valley with the blood of Dragons, descendant from the Witch of Thorns with all her elegance and grace. And most of all, her power.” Lilia snarled, “Don’t touch him!” as the man brushed his hand over Malleus’ face, then ran his fingers through a lock of cold-black hair.

The villain then turned his attention to Silver. Lilia physically hurt himself, attempting to free himself, grinding his teeth so hard it was a miracle they didn't crack.

“On the other hand, this one is quite the prize himself. Fair, noble, kind...And he’s a collector’s item now, isn’t he?” he purred, wrapping his arms around Silver’s form. “Last of his line, after all.” The villain then let out a long, dramatic sigh.

“Ugh! It’s a shame to let either one go when the temptation to have both is so overwhelming--” he drawled, pressing a hand to his lips. He clenched his eyes shut as if the idea of releasing either hurt him. “Nonetheless, as I said, you impressed me. So, I will make the sacrifice and relinquish one of them to you as a reward. One."

He turned to Lilia, a taunting look upon his features. “So? Who will it be? Who will you take home--and who will I keep?”

Lilia stared, a cold feeling rushing through his body as terror filled him. This couldn't be real. He couldn't be serious.

“You… You’re not serious,” he mumbled, a shiver coursing through him. Choose between Malleus and Silver? Both whom he raised from young babes, not even able to walk in the world? Both who he loved and held more dear than anything else? 

The mere thought tore his heart in two, more so when he realized that whatever happened next, something was going to be lost.

The man’s eyes narrowed. “I already told you that I am.”

The crimson lotuses grew thicker and tighter around the boys. They gasped in pain, their bodies unable to do anything else. Lilia’s heart beat in panic, his skin becoming a ghostly sheet of white.

“Silver! Malleus!” Lilia wrenched himself forward but was firmly trapped where he was.

The villain dramatically fanned his arms out, holding them to the two on each side as the red flowers bloomed like hellfire. Eyes lit with flame, he bellowed,

“Choose! Choose who you will keep and who you will lose—forever!”

--

Oh dear. I don't Lilia can choose. So it looks like YOU will have to;

Choose wisely.

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Chapter Three: Would It Really Kill You If We Kissed?

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

I know you don’t belong, I know you  don’t belong to anyone. No, you can’t be tamed, love. And maybe I was wrong, maybe I was wrong for this, but you feel like the sun on my face.- All Time Low, Favorite Place

She was dreaming again. 

Lately, most of her Tim-related dreams were sexual in nature, and this one was no different. Of course, she could only really recall what was said and the actions they took rather than any actual sensations. 

Her head was bobbing in his lap as he sat on one of his couches, her tongue laving over the barbels in his shaft.

“Fuck, Lea,” he grunted before pulling her mouth off his dick and into his lap. “Lemme have you, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” she giggled.

“C’mon,” Tim muttered, aligning himself with her. “One last time, baby. C’mon.”

“One last time?” she questioned. “What’re you talking about?”

“Won’t get to do this anymore, even in dreams,” he breathed as he pulled her down onto him. “Fuck, that’s it. Bounce on it for me.”

She was too distracted by his body and general presence to question him further and did as she was told, and—like always—only really dreamed of the words between them.

“I love you, Lea,” he groaned into her mouth. “I love you so much.”

“Dream-Tim is the best,” she told him with a grin. “Wish I could have this all the time.”

“It’s me,” he insisted. “It’s me, baby. I’m real. You can have this whenever you want. If you want this, just fuckin’ tell me.”

“Don’t distract me from how hot you are with your dream-fantasy shenanigans,” Lea told him, running her hands over his bare chest.

“Dammit,” he moaned. “Fuck it, I’ll take what I can get.”

The dream faded away, morphing into his bedroom, where they lay tangled together amongst his sheets.

“I love you,” he murmured. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

Flushing despite the knowledge that it was a dream and therefore not the slightest bit real, Lea buried her face in his neck. “You’re a dork even when I dream you up, huh?”

He hummed, but didn’t respond directly. “You won’t forget me, will you?”

She pulled back, looking up at him with a frown. “What’re you talking about now?”

“When I’m gone,” he clarified, “I don’t want you to forget me.”

“What, you mean when you’re traveling or something?”

Even in her dreams, he still gave her that sad smile. “Or something, yeah.”

“No, I won’t forget you,” she told him slowly. “Though you should know that since you’re in my head.”

“Good,” he murmured, kissing her again. “I’m not in your head the way you seem to think, though.”

“Eh.” She waved him off. “Dream semantics.”

Tim looked at her for a long while before quietly asking, “Will you miss me?”

She blushed, burying her face in his neck again. “I always miss you. Whenever you’re not with me, I miss you.”

He wrapped her in his arms, kissing her temple.

“Why’re you asking me weird things, anyway?” she wanted to know.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” Tim said. “Just let me hold you.”

“Uh.” She blinked. “Okay then.”

His arms tightened around her, and he held her closer.

It was late at night in the middle of June when she got his text.

Her phone buzzed from where it sat on her bed, and she went to pick it up.

Tim

Come to the park with me ?

She frowned, wondering why he was randomly asking her to meet him somewhere so unusual. Still, she didn’t have anything else to do. She wasn’t visiting her mom back in North Carolina until the following month.

When?

He texted her back almost immediately.

Now, if you can.

She was always excited to see him, and she hadn’t seen him at all since May, too, so she squirmed happily as she replied. 

Okay! See you in a bit!

Lea managed to get ready in record time, pairing the ruby heart necklace and earrings he’d gotten her with a white ruffled top and bubble skirt from Saks.

She shot him a quick text that she’d see him in a bit, and then she skipped out the door.

——

She never got tired of hanging out with Tim. He was most definitely her best friend by that point.

He was sitting on a bench in Central Park when she found him.

“Hi,” she said with a grin, plopping down next to him on the bench.

“Hey,” he greeted, and then he looked over at her, turning towards her in the process, and she saw…

What the fuck?

He looked… well, he looked dilapidated, frankly. He’d always kinda looked nineteenth century orphan-esque, but now… now he looked starving. Starving and very, very sick. He was skinnier than normal—which was saying a lot, ‘cause he was already thin as a rail—and his cheeks were sunken in. His eyes were sunken, too, with dark circles under them, and his skin was even more pallid than it had been when she’d seen him last.

“Tim?” she asked tentatively. “Are you okay? You look like you should be in the hospital, not hanging out with me.”

He smiled at her slightly, his eyes sad. “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

“You look sick,” she pointed out, brow furrowing in concern.

“I know,” he said with a soft, barely-there chuckle. “Sorry you gotta see my sorry ass looking so awful. I’m sure it’s unpleasant.”

Lea shook her head with a frown. “No, I’m always happy to see you, I’m just worried.”

He sighed, leaning his head back against the bench.

“Don’t worry about me. Told you that before.” He sounded out of breath, almost.

“If I looked the way you do right now, would you worry about me?”

“Of course I would, sweetheart,” he muttered. “No way around that.”

“Then it’s hardly fair of you to not expect the same of me.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose not.”

“And wouldn’t you want me to tell you what was wrong if I was sick?”

Tim was silent for several moments before softly repeating, “Of course I would.”

“Then you should tell me, too, don’t you think?”

He sighed. “I’m sick, Lea.”

“Are you, y’know, getting treatment?”

Another sigh. “It’s terminal.”

Her mouth fell open in shock. “Terminal as, in, like— you can’t mean you’re—“

“I’m dying, yes.” He said it with such nonchalance that she wasn’t even sure if he was serious, but he didn’t laugh orsay he was joking, so he had to be serious, right?

Still, she hopefully said, “You’re joking, right? C’mon, tell me you’re joking.”

He looked at her sidelong. “No, I’m not joking. I asked you to come here so I could see you amongst the flowers when I went.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re dying now?!” 

He nodded slightly, a small dip of his chin. “Wanted to be next to you for it.”

“But— but why?” she asked brokenly. “Why are you dying? When did this happen? Why me?”

He stared at her with those sad eyes. “I’ve been dying since I met you.” She opened her mouth to speak, and he added, “It’s not your fault, and I wouldn’t change a thing if I had the choice. I’m happy I got to meet you. I’d do it a million times over. I just wish I’d had more time with you.”

“I don’t understand,” she said tearfully. “I don’t know what I’ve done to… to make you so sick, but—“

“No point in dancing around it, I suppose,” Tim mused. He watched her for a moment, considering. “I’m an incubus.”

She blinked at him. “A— a what?”

An exhausted smile. “An incubus, darling.”

“A demon who feeds on…” she trailed off, too embarrassed to say the words aloud. 

“Sex and orgasms, yes,” he confirmed with a tired sigh.

“Oh, well, um…” She recalled the dreams she’d had, the inexplicable pull she felt towards him, his strange ability to disappear. “I kinda figured you were a fae, but that… makes sense, actually.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You believe me?”

She shrugged. “You can just poof in and out of places. Plus, the dreams—“ she cut herself off. 

His lips split in a slow, lazy smirk. “The dreams? If I had more time, I’d insist you tell me what you remember from them.” Lea blushed bright red, and he laughed softly.

“You’re very sick, Tim,” she said instead of answering him. “If you need, uh…” A gulp. “Someone in order to get better, then I know there’s countless people who would jump at the opportunity—“

“Won’t work,” he cut her off with another sigh.

She blinked at him. “What? Why? I doubt anyone would even mind the whole life-sucking issue.”

“Suppose I should explain this to you.” He exhaled. “We don’t take anyone’s life force. I don’t even know where that idea came from. We actually prolong the lives of those we feed on.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You do?”

Tim nodded. “It’s possible for a human to survive indefinitely if one of us is feeding on them regularly. We’re symbiotic rather than parasitic.”

“Well… you should have no issues finding meals, then, if they have nothing to fear.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” He looked away from her, gazing out at the trees surrounding them. “Finding a meal isn’t the issue. The issue is it no longer has any effect. I’ve tried plenty of times.”

“No effect?” she asked, concerned for this strange new friend she’d made these past few months. “So what, you’ll just starve?”

He hummed. “It would seem so.”

Tears prickled at the back of her eyes again. “I… I don’t want you to die, Tim.”

He turned his gaze to her once more. “I don’t mind it, really.”

She furrowed her brow. “You don’t want to live?”

“Of course I do,” he nodded, “but I don’t really mind the idea of dying.” At her shocked expression, he chuckled. “I have lived a very long time, Lea. Death doesn’t scare me.”

It was several seconds before she recovered from her shock. “And just like that, you’re fine with it being over?”

“Well,” Tim chuckled, “I’d certainly prefer to stay alive, but…” he paused, his eyes warm with affection as he gazed at her. “But if I’m going to die, I want it to be while I’m looking at the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Is that the real reason you asked me to come out with you today?” she asked. “So you could flirt?”

He smiled softly. “If you like.” 

His breathing was shallow, and his voice was breathless.

He was going to die. He was very close now.

“I don’t want you to die, Tim,” she said again tearfully. “Why… why can’t you eat? Is there anything I can do?”

Another sweet, gentle smile. “Nothing I could ask you for.”

Her heart leapt with frantic relief. “So there is something I can do!” Eager to help, she clasped his hand in hers, not really registering that his breathing evened out at her touch. “Tell me. Tell me so I can help you.”

“Alright,” he agreed reluctantly, his voice a bit stronger than it had been before. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you.” He took a deep breath. “Most human women can’t have the child of an incubus. They’ll waste away if they try. But there is an occasional woman who can. These women are our mates, intended for a specific one of us, should they accept what we have to offer.”

“Which is?” she prompted, though she had no idea how this could relate to her at all.

He stared at her thoughtfully before saying, “Safety, wealth, happiness, children, more pleasure than they can comprehend, and an eternity of worshipful adoration and love.”

Jealousy towards his mate—whoever she was—swirled in her stomach, acidic and burning, her hand tightening around his unintentionally. “But why does that mean you can’t feed?”

“Once we meet our mates,” Tim began, “we can’t feed from anyone else. If they don’t accept us in time, we will starve.”

“So she rejected you?” she asked, shocked.

He shook his head. “I haven’t been rejected. I haven’t said anything about it until now.”

“Then you should tell her!” Lea insisted, standing up abruptly. “Tell me where she is, and I’ll tell her myself. I’m not letting you die, stupid. I—“

“Lea.” He grabbed her hand again. When she looked down at him in surprise, his expression was resigned and fearful all at once. “It’s you. You’re my mate.”

Tag list

@ellamaianderson @shika1200 @blackqueenstarseed1 @gatoenlaciudad @esmaada @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @softhecreator @timolaurence @timmymyluv @oddlyenoughiamweird @leecrunchybones @s-we-e-t-t-ea @almostg @leespparker @bubblebuttwade @glizzymcguirex @starberry-cake

To be added, please ask 💗

[jdetan]

"I'll Take it on Faith"

Zelda has a chat with a child as the schoolhouse is being built, and comes to a decision...

Four Months After the Defeat of Calamity Ganon

The first rays of the sun shone into the window, illuminating the tiny bed in the loft of Link’s Hateno home and the two figures lying asleep in the bed. Link yawned quietly and stretched a little, but found himself unable to get up. Zelda, erstwhile princess of Hyrule and his current roommate, was lying across his chest, snoring and slightly drooling on him. Link smiled and lightly rubbed the back of her head– it had been a busy week for them, and they’d just gotten back home, after all. They’d gone to Zora’s Domain to examine Vah Ruta, hoping to determine why the Divine Beast had shut down. After a solid week of examination, Zelda had determined that the power supply for Vah Ruta had been almost fully drained by its final attack, and it would take years for it to recover. The Divine Beasts would be movable by the next year, at least– and then they could be hidden safely away. Zelda stirred slightly, cuddling closer to Link without waking up fully. “Mmm… need to replace capacitor sixteen-alpha… check any gears for wear…” Link felt one of her legs cross over top of his own. “Then we can have some fun…” Zelda giggled lightly. Um… is she having a frisky dream? Oh no. Oh NO. Alright, Link– you’ve prepared for EVERYTHING, and awkward morning situations were among them. Let’s see… What was my plan for this? Oh, right. “Leap into Death Mountain crater, apologizing the entire way down.” Dammit, Past Link! I need a plan for the MOMENT, not for dealing with the aftermath! Okay… maybe I can sneak out of bed… no, she’s basically tangled up with me. Wake her up? I don’t wanna do that either– she barely got any sleep this whole last week! Teleport free? No, the Sheikah Slate is on the desk! Welp. Guess I’m doomed. Link shut his eyes and began focusing his breathing to ensure there were no OTHER horrible morning mishaps– he’d at least hopefully avoid any humiliation stemming from his biology. “Link…” Zelda mumbled, nuzzling his neck. “Replace that canister, would you? Thank you…” There was a small delay, then she chuckled. “Love to watch that man work… wuzzat, Mipha? Mmm, yeah, he’s got a butt that won’t quit…” She rolled her shoulders lightly, resting her head more firmly on his chest. Okay, body. I know this is an awkward request, but I need you to go ahead and put me into a coma. A week will do– I don’t need it to be a hundred years again. Just enough that Zelda’s not embarrassed when she wakes up. Alright? Good. Annnnnd… I’m still awake. How about a mild heart attack? I eat enough weird stuff— I’m sure something I ate can cause one! I just ate a ruby the other day to impress Sidon! Okay, fine– Hylia, goddess of the land– how about a big thunderstorm? Wake her up with a jump! …Still nothing. I’m starting to get why Zelda was so resentful. Link shut his eyes and began vision training. Two agonizing (yet delightful) hours later, Zelda woke up, still wrapped around Link. Oh… oh my. That’s an awkward way to wake up. I hope I didn’t make Link uncomfortable… oh good, he’s still asleep. Zelda quietly disentangled herself from Link, blushing heavily. “Link… are you awake?” She whispered, getting no response. “Phew… it looks like he didn’t wake up.” She let a breath out, then looked over and smiled at him. “He’s very cute when he’s asleep… I guess he was tired, too.” She suddenly broke into a wide smile. “Wait, this means I can actually make breakfast for him!” She hopped out of bed and jogged downstairs. “Alright! I finally get a chance to test my skills!” Link laid in bed for a while, having been fully awake the whole time. Cute, huh? I’ll take it! And now she’s making breakfast… damn, I’m lucky. “Oops! Oh well, a little shell in an omelet won’t hurt…” Zelda said from downstairs. “Whoops! Oh well, a little fire can’t hurt…” Maybe I should go help, just to make sure she doesn’t burn the house down. Link thought for a moment. Nah. She’ll do great. I’ll take it on faith. Sure enough, Link thought breakfast was excellent.

Read the Rest on Ao3!

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Lazarus Rising

Welcome to “CAAAAAS!: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

 Up today, s4e1: Lazarus Rising.

  “Dean pulls a Buffy and has to dig his way out of his own grave, gets splashed with holy water by Bobby, and mistaken for Sam’s boyfriend by Ruby. And that’s all great and all, but…CAS!!! CAAAASSSSS!!! ahem Um, also Castiel makes his first appearance on the show, claiming responsibility for Dean’s Easter parade.”

 Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

 Lor:

 bounce bounce bounce

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

omg pause

 Lor:

i have no sound

 Mace:

 omg compy, look here

 Lor:

okay fixed.

 Lor:

41:20 left

  Mace:

 okay i’m there

 Lor:

copper boom

 Mace:

 copper boom

 Lor:

jeez. okay, cas, come soothe my furrowed brow

 Mace:

 HAHAHA

 Lor:

omg the eye stuff

 Lor:

I FORGOT

 Mace:

 yeah

 Lor:

and his chokey breathing

 Mace:

yep

 Mace:

 they buried him with his lighter

 Lor:

crawls in coffin with him, absolutely not making the situation worse

 Mace:

 SNORK

 Lor:

OF COURSE THEY DID

 Lor:

can't go to the underworld without your lighter

 Mace:

 he and Buffy could TALK about STUFF

 Lor:

YAAAAAAS

 Lor:

the haaaaaaaaaands

 Mace:

 and give dirty looks to Willow and Cas from across the room

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

they have an EXCEPTIONAL dental plan in hell

 Mace:

 SNORK!!!

 Lor:

GAAAAAAH THIS SHOT

 Mace:

 Dean will not AT ALL be bitter about Buffy spending her time in heaven/nirvana

 Lor:

NOPE

 Lor:

not even a little

 Mace:

 omg those BOWED LEGS I CANNOT

 Lor:

YAAAAAAS

 Lor:

I love that the sign says keep the cooler door closed and he leaves it open

 Mace:

 SNORK!!

 Lor:

don't turn on only the hot water, you dope

 Lor:

mmmmmm HAND PRINT

 Lor:

HI CAS

 Mace:

give him some slack, he’s readjusting,

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

LOL

 Mace:

 ah, only the essentials then, eh? Dean?

 Lor:

SNORK

 Lor:

he needs reading material

 Mace:

 yes because he just reads the articles

 Lor:

correct

 Mace:

 yes, Dean, run from one set of windows to the other

 Lor:

yeah, he's a little disoriented, the muffin

 Mace:

i suppose so

 Mace:

 oh BOBBY

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

he is NOT amused

 Mace:

 poor Dean

 Lor:

omg their faces

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 aw, this is adorable. the first time Dean has come back from the dead and Bobby isn’t experienced at it yet

 Lor:

"you're about the closest thing I have to a father"

 Mace:

 OOOF

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 simpler times

 Lor:

yeah

 Lor:

I love that he winces a little before he makes the cut

 Mace:

DUDE WHY CUT THERE?!

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

the palm of your LEFT hand, Dean, come on

 Lor:

lololololol the holy water

 Mace:

 or, like the other side of the arm

 Lor:

yep

 Mace:

 oh Dean, your pants are on fire

 Lor:

YEP

 Lor:

Dean is sus

 Mace:

YEP

 Mace:

“dammit Sammy"

 Mace:

 “this force, this presence” that’s your boyfriend, DeanDean

 Lor:

YEP

 Lor:

you'll recognize him soon, hon

 Mace:

 “what don’t I know about that kid"

 Lor:

ooooof Dean calling out someone else about their drinking

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 yeah, read the room, Dean, he lost his SON

 Lor:

HE DID

 Lor:

"heya, Sammy"

 Mace:

BOYS

 Mace:

 Ruby looks pretty good in those undies

 Lor:

she DOES

 Mace:

 “I look fantastic” HAHAHAHA

 Lor:

SUPER stoked we're finally to Ruby 2.0

 Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

 Mace:

YAS

 Mace:

 it’d be great if she could take over for Laurel, too [Ed. On Arrow.]

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

it WOULD

 Mace:

 “are you two, like, together?” “what?” this doesn’t fit.

 Lor:

well, they're pretending she's not Ruby, right?

 Mace:

if she’s Ruby and Sammy knows she’s Ruby, then that doesn’t work

 Mace:

yes but Sam’s reaction just doesn’t seem right

 Mace:

 i just don’t like the writing there

 Lor:

yeah, it should be more like "ooooh riiiight I'll play along"

 Mace:

 yep

 Lor:

bc it's not like they thought he was gonna show up

 Lor:

it was a nugget of the lord, dean!

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA

 Lor:

I really like that shirt of Sammy's

 Mace:

yeah, this would have been a huge shock and they wouldn’t have had the presence of mind to pretend that smoothly

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

yeah

 Lor:

SAMULET

 Mace:

THE NECKLACE

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

YAAAS

 Lor:

LYING

 Mace:

 too soon, Sammy

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 Lor:

like let the man have a burger first

 Mace:

 Is this the first time we get Dean looking in a mirror like this?

 Lor:

oooo MAYBE

 Mace:

 (his eyes are SO GREEN)

 Lor:

although.... I think I already have a mirror tag going, so maybe not?

 Mace:

ooooh

 Mace:

 DOUCHE HER UP

 Lor:

(YAAAAAAAAS)

 Mace:

HAHAHAHAHA

 Mace:

 omg the LOOK he gives Sammy

 Lor:

I LUFF HIM

 Mace:

“really?”

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHAHA

 Lor:

YAAAAAS

 Lor:

it almost makes up for him saying "I almost forgot" about Baby. HE DID NOT

 Mace:

(I would SO get him into things like Tori Amos through sheer stubborn determination)

 Mace:

 right?!

 Lor:

(YAAAAS)

 Mace:

 well, it has been forty years, though

 Lor:

(sit down, Dean, it's time for some Ani DiFranco)

 Lor:

PFFFT

 Mace:

(SNORK)

 Mace:

she is gorgeous

 Mace:

 and saucy

 Lor:

she IS

 Lor:

the look Bobby gives her

 Mace:

too bad Cas gets jealous and burns her eyes out

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

LOLOLOL

 Lor:

he knows she groped him under the table

 Mace:

of course he does

 Mace:

 Dean, you shouldn’t assume it was a him

 Lor:

"she's gonna eat you alive"

 Mace:

 “YOU ARE NOT INVITED”

 Lor:

RIGHT? Jesse was definitely a girl

 Mace:

 DEFINITELY

 Lor:

LOLOLOL

 Mace:

 “he didn’t touch me there” not yet, at least

 Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOL

 Lor:

he would never. not without taking him to dinner first

 Mace:

 SNORK

 Lor:

he DID SAY, Pamela

 Mace:

 and she DID ask. several times.

 Lor:

"castiel or whatever"

 Mace:

 oh Dean

 Lor:

his perky nipples lolololol

 Mace:

HAHAHAHA

 Mace:

 self objectification as defense

 Lor:

YEP

 Mace:

 I smell Fault of John here

 Lor:

YYYYYEP

 Mace:

 “the smarter brother’s back in town” HAHAHA

 Lor:

I love that Dean is obsessed with Cas in relation to Sam before he even knows who he is

 Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOL

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

tsk Sammy, sneaking off in Baby

 Mace:

 yeeeah

 Lor:

lookit him sleepy

 Mace:

 YES little muffin

 Lor:

oooooof

 Mace:

 yeah

 Lor:

that scene always gets me

 Mace:

 yeah

 Lor:

poor Dean all on the floor with the glass falling on him

 Mace:

 yeah

 Lor:

"we could choose life"

 Lor:

BOBBY

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

oooof Sammy

 Mace:

yeah

 Mace:

 bounces

 Lor:

YAAAAAAAAS

 Mace:

 (I think the title of this one should just be CAAAAAASSSSS)

 Lor:

(YEP. I was thinking that too)

 Lor:

oh Sammy

 Mace:

 right?

 Lor:

Bobby swinging his legs!

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

Dean fiddling with the knife

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE

 Mace:

 YAAAASSSSS

 Lor:

AAAAAAAH LOOKIT HIM

 Mace:

CAAAAASSSSSSS

 Mace:

 ADORABLE LIL NUGGET

 Lor:

he enters the room and SPARKS FLY

 Mace:

 YAAASSS

 Lor:

"GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION"

 Mace:

 THERE IT IS!!!

 Lor:

aw, stab at first sight

 Mace:

SNORK

 Mace:

 FIRST FINGER-TO-FOREHEAD

 Lor:

HIS EYES ARE SO BLUE

 Mace:

 THEY ARE

 Lor:

YAAAAAAS

 Mace:

 that’s what Dean’s thinking

 Lor:

YEP

 Lor:

he comes in and starts flipping through their books I LOVE HIM

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

"you have no faith" aaaaaaaaaah

 Lor:

WINGS

 Mace:

OOOOOOF

 Mace:

WINGSS

 Mace:

YASSS

 Mace:

 BOUNCES MORE

 Lor:

LOL YES

 Lor:

"buddy, next time lower the volume"

 Lor:

try whispering in his ear, Cas

 Mace:

HAHAHA

 Mace:

 Cas, do NOT tell Dean he isn’t special

 Lor:

HEAD TILT

 Mace:

he already has issues in that area

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

he does

 Mace:

“good things do happen, Dean” “Not in my experience"

 Mace:

 aaaaand that’s the relationship

 Lor:

"you don't think you deserve to be saved"

 Lor:

"we have work for you"

 Mace:

 YEP

 Lor:

YES

 [after the episode ended:]

 Mace:

 OOOF SOOO GOOOD

 Lor:

BOUNCEBOUNCEBOUNCE

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 bounces and sings “CAS IS HERE CAS IS HERE”

 Lor:

like, I'm supposed to believe that entrance WASN'T tailor made for everyone AND DEAN to fall in love with Cas?

 Lor:

pfffft

 Mace:

 RIGHT?!

 Lor:

joins in singing CAS CAS CAS like a baseline

 Mace:

HAHAHAHA

 Mace:

 I remember the first time through the show I was hot for DeanDean until this episode, and then it was like, Oh. OH. HOLD UP. I THINK I HAVE ANGEL FEVER.

 Lor:

LOL

 Mace:

 my love for Sammy was slow to emerge, but it’s no less true for that

 Lor:

nothing could ever diminish my love for Dean. I made him scooch on the couch a little so there was room for one more

 Mace:

 see, that’s why you deserve him more than I do. I’ll just sit over here on Sammy’s lap while secretly oogling the members of the couch

 Lor:

in a sliiiiightly more serious take, I think Dean and Cas are almost a unit for me at this point? like, you can't fully understand either of them without the other, so

 Lor:

SNORKLE

 Mace:

 agreed. (although for me, in my mind, it’s a trio)

 Lor:

(that works too)

[thefangirlthatwaited]

New Light (Chapter 23) - A Destiny Universe Story

Cayde - 6 x Guardian

In the morning, I woke up alone. I expected to wake up with Cayde still fast asleep beside me. Was what happened last night some cruel dream? Did I divulge my heart and soul to him, and he did the same? Did I try to sleep with him?! Was I going to get out of bed and walk into the harsh reality where Cayde didn’t confess his feelings for me? I sat up, trying to wrap my mind around what happened last night when I heard a crash in the kitchen. I jumped out of bed and rushed towards the noise to find Cayde swearing as he cleaned up a broken plate on the ground. 

“Dammit.” He hissed as he swept the pieces in the trash before turning and jumping when he saw me standing there. 

“Need help?” I asked, laughing. 

“This was supposed to be a surprise for you,” he muttered. 

“Well, I’m surprised,” I assured him, walking over to see what he was doing. “Oh, an omelette. Step up from last time.” 

He chuckled. “I figured I should step it up.” 

“Well, it smells good and if it tastes as good as it smells.”

“Sit down; it will be done shortly.” I took a seat at the island to watch him cook. “Sleep well, I hope?” Cayde asked, turning back to the stove. 

“I did. Thanks.” Once my breakfast was done cooking, Cayde slid the plate towards me. “Bon appetit.” I smiled before digging in.

It was as good as the last time he cooked. I finished it quickly, not realizing how hungry I was. “It was delicious, Cayde. Thanks.” His face lit up at the compliment. “Need help cleaning up?” I asked, standing to put my plate in the sink. 

“Nah, I’ll deal with it later.” He said, leaning back on the couch. 

“You mean I’ll deal with it later.” I retorted. 

“I can clean.” He said, sounding attacked. 

“Cayde, before I moved in, this place was a mess. I can’t even imagine what your room looks like, but since I’ve seen your office, my guess is that it’s a mess, too.” 

He put his hands on his chest, acting like I shot him. “I’m wounded, Ruby. You wound me.”

I laughed, coming to sit next to him. “I’m just telling the truth.” 

Cayde joined in on the laughter. After it faded, Cayde pulled me close. “About the truth. I want to know if what you said last night is true or if you were drunk.”

I stared at him, confused. “Cayde, you’re going to have to be more specific. I was pretty wasted, and I’m still hungover.” 

He sighed. “About liking me even though I’m an Exo.”

I smiled warmly, grabbing his hand and placing it where his heart would be. “I mean what I said, Cayde. I don’t see you as an Exo. I see you as Cayde—a man that I happen to be falling for.” His face plates shifted, and a soft smile appeared on his face before he pulled me into a kiss. “You really are something; you know that?” He whispered against my lips. 

“I try.” I chuckled before pulling out of the kiss and resting my head on his lap. “So what now?” I asked as he began to play with my hair. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Are we together now? Or will you change your mind again?” His hand stopped, and a look of guilt flashed across his face. “That was mean of me, sorry,” I said, but Cayde shook his head. 

“I’m sorry, too. For everything I put you through.” 

I smiled while caressing his face. “So, do we need to tell Zavala?” 

“That’s something I leave up to you.” 

I sat up, confused. “Up to me?” 

“If we tell Zavala, he would likely remove you from my Hunter’s, and you would work directly under him. The people of the Tower and the Last City will also know. You’d be scrutinized for everything you do. Some might even think you’re getting better missions, gear and such because you’re with me.” I grumbled some swear words under my breath, causing Cayde to chuckle. “Like I said, I leave the choice up to you.”

I stood and began to pace the living room, chewing my cheek and thinking. Of course, I wanted everyone to know Cayde was mine, but on the other hand, I didn’t want people to think I didn’t earn everything I had. For them to say Cayde was the only reason I’m where I am today made me see red. 

“Ruby?” Cayde said, sounding worried. 

“Let’s keep it between us for now. Maybe in the future, we can tell people. But I want you all to myself for now.” He smiled, pulling me back to him and back into a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and straddled his lap as his hands rested on my hips. We continued kissing, but he didn’t move his hands from my hip, so I took the initiative and ground my hip down on him, hoping to elicit a reaction. Instead, he pushes me off him.

Full Chapter on Ao3

[ofgalaxiesandstars]

thundergoodspeed​:

dilutedaspirations​:​

“It is enough that there is someone with an acute sense of when death happens that he’s concerned the next one might do him in. And he’s unsafe to have Bitty around due to potentially dropping her.”

It’s a serious matter, with Star nodding that it may be best for Haruki to start to work on the medicine again. “It may be best for a brief period he lodge with us until the situation is more under control.”

Opal groaned. Holding up an arm as if waving the white mud stained flag.

“Hoshi I’m dead. Deceased. My brother has finally done me in.” Ruby snorted at that. But she does at least stand up to remove some of the mud on herself.

“Dammit and I just showered today…”

@thundergoodspeed

Ryuji made a face when he recognized the dagger, trying to ignore the phantom pain between his shoulderblades. Yeah…that memory was best forgotten. “Hey, Rune, got your brother here,” he said, hopping off Hawk’s back into the room. “Maybe put the knife back in jail.”

“If he would like, but it’s just as efficient if he stays around here,” Fang pointed out. “Most of his materials are here, and we can’t move a greenhouse halfway around the world without disassembling it. However, we should perhaps be speaking about it with him.” He nodded to Sora. “Let’s call him in. Mother can handle a couple of rowdy pups.”

Ther was the quirk of a smirk on his face as he said it. His ears were sharp enough to pick up on the “raur-raur-raur”s and the muffled protests.

@ofgalaxiesandstars​

Rune blinked, glancing behind him and looking a tad irritated when he saw Hawk. He handed the box to Gnaw, who scowled at it as he stood up. The enchantment on the dagger was gone, but the keyblade didn’t really understand why his keykid kept it. All it served to do was torture the poor kid with those memories. He paused, then put it back in it’s hiding place in the closet.

Hawk hesitated, then stepped forward to stand in front of Rune, “Hey, buddy... What’re you doin’ here? Did something happen?”

“... Teleport is hard.” Rune huffed, folding his arms.

“Ah, I see...” Hawk scratched the back of his neck, glancing to the side, “Well, at least you didn’t end up somewhere dangerous... Does your host know the two of you are here?”

“Gabe knows. He sleeping-- bad panic seeing wolf.” Rune didn’t meet his brother’s eyes, “Was trying to go to Tim... Forgot to specify which brother to teleport to.”

“R-right...” Hawk sighed, “That’s pretty important-- I’m far away from where Gabe lives...”

“... ‘M used to that.”

That hit Hawk like a dagger to the chest. He took in a breath, silent as he searched for an acceptable answer. ‘Sorry’ just didn’t seem good enough.

Sora nodded, standing to head outside. He took hold of the little plastic whistle he had on his wrist-- plastic, not silver, after learning his lesson from Caleb using the last whistle against him --sounding it a couple times to get the kids’ attention.

“Ah-- we’re coming pa, but these two aren’t wanting to clean up.” Haruki huffed.

Sora blinked, chuckling silently and waving a hand to activate his magic. He was glad he’d been practicing outside of combat-- a quick waterga to rain down on all five of them to wash away the mud, and he waved them towards the house, ‘Love, do we have towls big enough for Yami and Ruby while they’re wolves?’

@dilutedaspirations​

[amatchinwater]

When Trust is Earned

Warnings: character death, violence, blood, sexual content,

a/n: remember when I said I'd get better about posting these? Oops...

Ch 10/14 (Ch 9)

Codominance/The Sword and The Spirit (ao3)

---

“You’re kidding, right?” Malia eyes the Alpha warily. 

Stiles crosses his arms, “for the love of god,” rolling his eyes as he leans against the gym lockers, hitting the back of his head as he goes. What is she so confused about? He and Theo being here together or the syringe? The coyote’s eyes keep darting back and forth like she herself can’t decide. 

“Look,” Theo sighs, “I promised to help you and I will. I keep my word even if I don’t want to.” 

“That,�� she jabs a finger at the metal in the Alpha’s hand, “is supposed to help me find Deaton?” 

Stiles snorts, “no. It’s meant to knock you on your ass.” How can she be so thick? The chimera is having a very hard time remembering what he saw in her in the first place. Oh, right. He was a horny virgin and she was a beautiful, mysterious coyote who’d never heard the concept of modesty. Her having no trouble being stark naked in the boy’s bathroom because of ‘water pressure’ and then standing right in front of him kind of killed him. Stiles never stood a chance against his hormones. 

Honestly, he should’ve known better. But adages to thinking with your downstairs brain and all that. 

“What’s in the Doctors’ operating theater will help you,” Theo corrects her. Waving his hand around, clearly irritated that he even has to say it. “We can take you there, but we can’t let you see where it is.” 

“Ever hear of a blindfold?” Her eyes narrow. 

So she is smarter than she looks. But Malia should know better, Theo’s smarter. “None that work on a werecoyote.” 

 He appreciates the Alpha holding up his word. He really does. But Stiles kind of wishes that Theo was leaving the shit with Malia and the Desert Wolf alone. He's seen the photos, Malia’s mom isn’t one to fuck with. A person is only as good as their word, though, right? Dammit. “It’s just wolfsbane, Malia,” Stiles drops his hands, wanting this to be over with.

“Why should I trust you?” 

“You shouldn’t,” Theo levels her with a smirk. “But you will. Because you’re too hellbent on revenge not to. And, I know you don’t want to disappoint poor Scott by having to tell him Deaton’s dead.” 

The coyote narrows her eyes, contemplation clear in her pinched brows.

Stiles chuckles at the baby step she takes with her head slightly tilted. “You’re gonna have to get closer than that, Malia.” 

She takes another step and Theo snickers. “Closer,” he whispers, amusement evident in his stance as well as his tone. With a huff, Malia is toe to toe with the Alpha, throwing Stiles a longing look. Theo follows her line of sight and the chimera winks at his Alpha. Dragging his eyes back to the coyote, Theo chuckles darkly. With faux sweetness, “don’t worry, Malia,” he puts the needle to her throat, “I’m taking very good care of Stiles.” 

The chimera can’t help but smirk at his boyfriend’s cockiness. When the needle pierces her skin, Malia roars and the wolfsbane is administered. “You just love cheap shots, don’t you?” Stiles playfully asks as the coyote passes out. 

Theo doesn’t try to catch her as she slumps to the floor, but turns to pull Stiles to his chest. “I was just telling her the truth,” his tone seeps innocence that isn’t true. “She’s clearly not over you.” 

“I’m sorry,” Stiles teases and wraps his arms around the Alpha, “are you jealous?” 

“Always,” Theo rumbles in his chest, flashing his rubies before leaning in to kiss Stiles’ breath away. “You’re mine,” he reaches down, grabbing the chimera’s ass to pull him even closer. 

Placing a gentle kiss on his mate’s mouth, Stiles grins, “I thought that was obvious by now.” He brushes his finger against the scar on Theo’s neck to prove it, loving the way his eyes flutter closed and he growls softly. “Do you need my help getting Belasko’s talons, or can I still visit Lydia? Natalie finally said I could.” 

Theo smiles, brushing the hair from the chimera’s forehead, “that’s great! Yes, please, go see Lydia.” The Alpha kisses his nose, “I won’t be long.” 

---

Stiles must really be rubbing off on him. Theo is full of nervous energy but doing his best to keep up his calm, careless demeanor. Keywords here being doing his best. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket so that neither Malia or Braeden notice the way his fingers won’t stop twitching. Constantly tapping against his palms. He’d dig his claws into them to keep himself under control, but there’s no way the coyote wouldn’t notice the blood. 

So he pretends to be carefree like he’s not about to blow this entire mission up. Well, Malia’s mission. Theo has one of his own and it’s going to go just fine. The Alpha is more than determined. The coyote still smells pretty pissed off from what he had to do with the mask to get her to find this place to begin with. But she also seems put off by Braeden’s hesitancy about this whole thing. 

Not that it really matters anymore. They’re walking through the front door now. Well past the point of no return. The three are sneaking around the space, Theo can smell the vet and someone else who can only be the remnants of the Desert Wolf. Not like he’s had the pleasure of seeing her in person to know what she smells like. Their agreement was through a burner phone that couldn’t be traced. 

“Something’s wrong,” Malia states, crouching lower to the ground and surveying the area. 

“You mean other than Deaton being bound and gagged?” Theo points at the man at the end of the room tied to a chair. He hopes it’s enough to throw her off his trail.

Apparently he should’ve given the coyote a bit more credit with her mental capacity. “No, there’s a scent.”

Suddenly, Braeden rears around, pointing her shotgun at him. Theo quickly grabs the barrel, shoving it away from his face so the shot blasts into the military truck behind him. The bounty hunter lifts her leg to kick him and blocks it with his free hand. While she’s stumbling, the Alpha grabs her by the throat, slamming her into the same vehicle she’d just shot and slams her to the ground. Keeping his hold on the gun so that when she falls, he has it in his grip. With the stock, Theo whacks her in the face with it, knocking her out cold. 

Malia snarls, trying to lunge for him. Without a second thought, Theo aims the gun right at her abdomen and shoots. Her eyes flicker blue and she yells, doubling over in pain as she slumps to the ground. “It was me, wasn’t it? The chemosignal you picked up. My regret. Because believe it or not, I didn’t want to do this.”

The coyote groans in pain, clutching her bleeding stomach, the sharp smell of wolfsbane fills his nostrils. Smart, Braeden. “Bullshit,” Malia spits. Literally spits blood onto the pavement. 

“I didn’t have a choice,” the Alpha says, tossing the gun well out of her and Braeden’s reach, should the bounty hunter wake up. 

Footsteps echo the massive room and when Theo looks over, he sees who can only be the Desert Wolf, considering she has the talons in her hand as per their agreement. He delivers Malia, she gives him the talons back. Her boot steps on the discarded shotgun, “thank you, Theo,” she sounds arrogant as she sighs, tossing the small jar at him, her black hair flicking around her shoulder from the action.

The chimera catches them easily, his eyes glowing red at the blue hue emanating from them. “I’m taking Deaton too,” Theo informs her finitely.  

“I only needed him to get to her,” she sneers, picking up the gun, shooting Malia in the leg for good measure. The coyote screams and Theo actually winces. This bitch is nuts. 

Pocketing the talons, Theo gives one last look at Malia whose eyes seem to hold a plea. The Alpha just shrugs a shoulder at her. He said he keeps his word. He just never mentioned that his word was to more than one person. The chimera got Malia to her mom…just like her mom wanted. And now he has the talons to stop the Beast. Ignoring whatever the Desert Wolf is saying to Malia, he stalks over to the vet on the other side of the room and slashes his restraints. 

“Let’s go,” Theo says, pulling the cloth from the man’s mouth.

“But what about Malia?” Deaton coughs, pulling the remainder of the gag off of his neck. 

Theo looks over to the Desert Wolf digging her boot into where he’d just shot Malia, Breaden still knocked out beside them. “I promised I’d help her find her mom. Not that I’d get her out of whatever mess that’d create. I also promised to get you out of here safely. I keep my word, Deaton.” The Alpha lifts the older man up, supporting his weight easily. “So that’s what I’m doing. Getting you out of here. Let’s go.” 

“Corinne’s going to kill her,” the vet tries to reason with him. 

He really couldn’t care less. If Malia wanted to confront her mom so badly then she knew what the consequences could be. At least, she should’ve if she thought any of this through. “Not my problem,” Theo clips, heading for the doorway. Out in the open with Deaton, there’s more snarls and another gunshot. Malia roars through her scream. There’s a few more snarls and then three heartbeats become two. 

He kept his word. This isn’t his problem. Getting Deaton back to the vet’s office and himself back to Stiles, that’s his problem. Fishing his phone from his jacket pocket, Theo dials the sheriff. 

Thankfully the man is awake, “Theo?”

“Don’t ask me how I know,” the Alpha says. He knows Stiles told his father everything, but there’s things that Theo just can’t divulge yet. “But you might want to send someone out to Fort Jewitt. Probably with an ambulance,” he thinks of how hard he had to knock Breaden down. “And possibly a coroner,” Theo says, unsure whether Malia or Corinne’s body will be found. 

“Stiles know about this?”

“Most of it, sir,” Theo responds respectfully. “He knows I’m here getting Deaton and means to stop the Beast,” he piles the vet into the passenger seat of his truck. “But I haven’t had a chance to tell him the rest, he’s visiting Lydia right now and I don't want to interrupt him. Natalie just gave him the green light to see her. I called you first. After I drop Deaton off, I’m going straight to Stiles.” 

The sheriff sighs, “I’ll get someone out there. Thank you for telling me.” Before Theo can answer or wonder if the man has hung up, he says, “and Theo?”

“Yes, sir?” 

“Take care of my son.” 

“Always, sir.”

---

Being back at Eichen again wasn’t something Stiles ever wanted to have to experience, regardless the circumstance. But he’s determined to see Lydia. He has to. She’s his best friend and has been there for him more times than the chimera can count. Theo is his best friend too, but that’s a different type of best friend. 

Still, sitting next to the banshee while she stares blankly at the ceiling is setting his nerves on fire in the worst kind of way. “I’m so sorry, Lyds,” he whispers, reaching his hand out to hold her. Stifling a growl when he feels how cold she is. “You don’t deserve to be here.” Stiles scoffs, “no one does.” 

All he wants is to feel her squeeze his hand. Roll her eyes at him because he’s saying something stupid or finding another way to self depricate. Something that shows she’s still here with him. “It’s so selfish, but I need you, Lyds. I really, really need you,” Stiles shudders in a breath, not ready to cry. He can’t let it all out here or they’ll surely give him the room next to hers. 

“Time to go, Stiles,” Natalie’s voice calls from the doorway. Nodding slowly, he looks at the banshee’s mom with a pinched smile, turning back to say goodbye. “Now, Stiles. Or you won’t come back.” 

That stung. All he wanted to do was say goodbye to her. Guess he’ll move faster. 

Rising to his feet, Stiles gives the banshee’s hand one final squeeze before leaning down to kiss her temple. Her strawberry blonde hair falls farther onto the pillow exposing a shaved portion he hadn’t noticed before. “What’s that?” He asks, brushing his finger against the skin. “A-are they drilling holes in her head?” 

Mrs. Martin shoves him out of the way, “are you crazy? Of course not!” She gently moves Lydia’s hair around until the bald spot is covered once more. “It’s for ECT.”

“Electroshock therapy?” Stiles shrieks in disbelief. They don’t need to shave your head for that. It’s attached to your temples. And he absolutely caught the blip in her heart. Mrs. Martin believes that that’s the truth. That doesn’t mean it is the truth. As per usual, something fishy is going on here. 

“It’s perfectly safe, Stiles,” Natalie sighs. 

Nothing about this place is safe. You can’t even take a fucking shower here without fearing for your life. There’s no way the sides of Lydia’s head being shaved are anything but bad. On cue, proving his point, one of the nurses appears in the doorway, “do we have a problem here?” 

Yes.

“No,” Mrs. Martin assures her, “Stiles was just leaving, weren’t you.” 

For now. 

“Yeah,” the chimera reigns his temper, worried she’ll keep him away if he doesn’t. Plastering a smile on his face he says, “thank you for letting me see her.” Stiles walks out before Lydia’s mom can respond. It takes all of his self control not to shoulder check the nurse on his way out too. 

---

Controlling his anger is one thing. Keeping his anxiety at bay is a whole other beast that Stiles rarely has a handle on. The chimera has been pacing the operating theater for the better part of two hours waiting for Theo to get back from dealing with Malia. Maybe he should’ve texted Corey or Josh to come keep him company because Stiles is losing it. The other heartbeat down here isn’t doing much in the way of companionship. 

The Dread Doctors seem to have forgotten one of their subjects after perfecting their Beast. Probably assumed Theo would dispose of it for them. Assholes. Stiles would really like to get rid of them too. But he doesn’t know the first way of making that happen. 

His nails have been bitten to raw nubs by the time the Alpha walks through the doors, a small glass jar rattling with talons in hand. Stiles barely acknowledges his presence, continuing to pace the dank room and mumble to himself. Going over escape plans in his head and ways to try and keep Theo safe. Stiles’ mind is reeling and he’s so close to a spiral. God, Stiles needs a fucking break. 

There’s a soft clank and then Theo’s arms are wrapping around the chimera from behind, holding him still. “I take it your visit didn’t go well?” 

Stiles’ nose burns with the stale scent of copper. Sniffling he turns in the Alpha’s arms, searching his blue eyes. “Why do you smell like blood?” He really doesn’t need Theo being hurt. That’ll only add to every bit of worry he’s already harboring for Lydia. 

“Not mine,” his boyfriend shakes his head, “I had to shoot Malia to get the talons from the Desert Wolf. She, uh, she might not have made it out of there, but Deaton is safe.” Theo cups the side of his face, thumb brushing against his cheek, “why are you so upset?”

“They’re drilling holes in her head, Theo,” Stiles chokes out, fresh tears burning his eyes. All of his emotions hit their peak, spilling from his eyes as their only means of escape. “They’re hurting her,” the chimera sobs as the Alpha does his best to dry his tears. “I have to do something.” 

“She’s locked up pretty tight, Stiles,” his boyfriend winces. 

“I don’t care,” the chimera shrugs out of his grip, angrily wiping his eyes as he takes a few steps back. “She’s my best friend. I have to save her!”

Theo growls, rushing the small space created to pin the chimera to the stone wall, fingers digging into Stiles’ waist. Rubbing his nose against his erratic pulse, Theo’s voice is nothing short of a rumble that breaks off into a whine, “it’s because you love her and not me, isn’t it?” 

This isn’t coming from Theo being jealous of the kind of relationship he has with Lydia. The Alpha knows, understands, and fully supports it. He’s also aware that Theo can be incredibly jealous on the best of days. That’s not where this is coming from though. But that whine, that whine meant something. 

And then it clicks. 

The silent question echoes around them as if the Alpha had screamed it. 

Am I not enough for you?

It hurts Stiles. That Theo feels the need to ask it, not the question itself. Stiles can take some harsh words being said to him. No, it’s that not once in his life has Theo felt like he was enough for someone. That no one ever bothered to tell him that he’s enough. The fact alone pulls at Stiles’ heartstrings something fierce. He wanted to say this at a better time, for his own reasons. 

No time like the present, right? It seems like it’s something Theo really needs to hear. Now, rather than later. Not some time in the future when Stiles had a chance to sort the words the right way. 

Stiles runs his hands up to cup the Alpha’s face, forcing those blue eyes to look at him, “I think I’ve proven that by now, don’t you think?” He rubs the mark on Theo’s neck, “I love you and yes, you’re my best friend.” Stiles can see the effort the Alpha is putting into staying still and letting him finish. 

“Stiles,” his smile is stunning as he pushes his hips in and Stiles opens his legs for the Alpha to settle between. 

“But she’s my best friend too,” his hands fall to Theo’s shoulders, gripping them, “You know that. I just want her out of that place and safe.” The Alpha’s tongue wets his bottom lip and it’s all Stiles can focus on, “Theo, you’re everything to me. Lydia doesn’t change that.” 

The Alpha nods, “so we get her out of there then,” Theo brushes their lips together, “because you mean everything to me too.” The Alpha shifts until his thigh is pressing into Stiles’ groin. “So you love me, hmm?” His smirk shoots straight to where they’re connected, laboring the chimera’s breathing, making him only nod. “I love you too, Kitten.” 

“Daddy,” Stiles grinds his hips, his groan swallowed by Theo’s lips on his. Tongue invading his mouth and frying his brain cells. The only thought remaining is a much better way for this conversation and their day to end. 

Scared whimpers sound from the other room. Looks like someone’s awake now. It doesn’t seem to bother the Alpha at first. Continuing his beautiful assault on Stiles’ rapidly swelling mouth. “H-hello? I-is someone there? Please, I need help!” A male voice calls.

Theo growls, “I’m going to kill him if he doesn’t shut up.” Breathless, he nips at Stiles’ jaw, trailing his tongue down the chimera’s neck until he reaches the mark he left. Lightly digging blunt teeth into it until Stiles’ moan is cut off by another yell. “Seriously, if he interrupts you one more time,” his mate’s voice tapers off on another growl.

Is he asking for permission or something?

“We really don’t need more chimeras with the pack, right?” Stiles contemplates and the Alpha shrugs. “And the Doctors don’t need him because they made their beast, right?” The chimera lightens his tone, trying to get the wheels turning in Theo’s head. He still looks confused. A little too much blood in his other head, it seems. Grabbing both sides of Theo’s face, “go take care of him and then come back to me,” he says, flashing his blue eyes for emphasis. 

Theo’s eyes glow back before flashing a wicked grin, kissing Stiles senseless. Growling, he says, “god, I love you,” before leaving him to go deal with the transitioning chimera. 

Stiles watches him with glazed, hooded eyes, realizing he can see the other guy perfectly from where he’s plastered to the wall. He shouldn’t get turned on watching Theo kill someone, the logical part of his brain knows that. But after killing Tracy, something snapped in him. He likes watching Theo work; if you can call it that. The way he moves so fluidly. Making it seem effortless to rip someone else’s heart out.

“There,” Theo grins, a glint in his darkening blue eyes. With his clean hand, he rubs his thumb along his jaw, “no more interruptions. Now where were we?” He asks, voice dripping sexual energy as his not so clean hand wraps in a loose hold around Stiles’ throat. “That’s right,” he rumbles in his chest, sealing their mouths together around Stiles’ growing smile. “Something about you begging so prettily and telling me that you love me?” The Alpha’s hand drops to palm at Stiles’ throbbing erection.

The chimera groans, head thunking against the wall as his eyes attempt to roll back at the contact. “Theo, I love you so fucking much,” Stiles snaps his gaze back to the Alpha, glowing blue eyes half focusing, “please, fuck me already.” 

Searing rubies burn into him and his mate growls, “whatever you need, Kitten.” Suddenly, Stiles is facing the wall, his Alpha teasing a lick at the mark on his neck as he undoes the button of the chimera’s pants. “Think you’re still open enough from earlier? When you just couldn’t wait?” Theo grinds against his ass and the chimera lets out a moan, gripping the corner of the wall to stay upright. “Hmm? When you begged me to pull over and fuck you?” 

Stiles can only moan again. Remembering good and well that he in fact begged for it. Was damn near ready to throw himself into the driver’s seat and ride Theo on the way to the school if he didn’t do something. His pants get yanked down, craning his neck he sees the Alpha’s are at his knees too. Watching with lust blown, iridescent blue eyes as Theo sucks his fingers before shoving two deep inside. 

“Oh, Kitten,” Theo coos, “look at you.” His praise shoots straight to Stiles’ dick, making it twitch and dribble some precum onto the concrete floor. “You’re so open,” he adds a third finger and the chimera’s mouth falls in a breathless moan. “So ready for me,” Theo’s fingers are gone and no amount of clenching or pushing makes them stay. He watches his mate spit into his palm. Stroking himself, Theo winks at him, “bend over, Kitten, and take my cock like a good boy.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” Stiles shudders, bowing his back and gripping the wall farther down to support himself. One hand grips the chimera’s waist as the other gets his dick in just enough to push past the rim. Both hands grab his waist hard before Theo slams his hips forward. “Fuck,” Stiles draws out the word on a moan, his hole clenching on its own.

Theo holds firm to both sides of his hips, thrusting into the chimera hard enough that his moans are punched from his chest. “Such a good Kitten,” the Alpha groans, angling himself to rail into Stiles’ prostate. “I don’t care where we are,” he thrusts harder, “or who’s around,” Theo bends to wrap a hand around Stiles’ throat, lifting the chimera until their bodies are flush. “You want Daddy’s cock in that perfect ass of yours, or anywhere else, you can have it.” 

A lazy, lust fueled grin pulls at the chimera’s mouth, “thank you, Daddy.” He turns his head to crash their mouths together in a sloppy kiss. 

The Alpha groans, bending Stiles over by pushing the back of his neck, “you’re welcome, Kitten.” Theo keeps his angle, abusing the chimera’s prostate until breathless screams are all that can come out. “Now let Daddy give you what you want.” 

The need to come rises in Stiles at an alarming rate. “Please, Alpha,” he moans, trying his best to push himself back to meet each powerful thrust offered by his mate. 

“Fucking-” Theo cuts himself off with a growl, his claws pinching into the chimera’s hips and he pounds, pounds into Stiles relentlessly. The chimera’s knees are ready to give out on him from the force in which he’s being fucked, but his mate’s hold is firm. Keeping him upright to ensure he feels everything. “Touch yourself if you need to. I’m not coming before you do,” the Alpha grunts, clearly straining to hold up to that statement. 

Which Stiles is having none of. He won’t touch himself. He’s determined to give Theo the satisfaction of making him come untouched. So the chimera, using the wall as leverage, pushes back, ensuring every jab to his prostate shoots electricity down to his toes. Theo chuckles, realizing what the chimera is doing and fucks him harder. Faster. Snarling with every moan at the power he’s using to do so. 

Nearly snapping Stiles in two and he loves every second of it. Even more so when his mate’s fangs rip open the mark on his neck, making his orgasm rush through him. Hooded amber eyes watch as his come splatters on the concrete wall. Theo doesn’t gentle him through it and that’s totally fine with Stiles because a few moments later, his mate follows. Releasing his teeth and illing him even further with his own thick, pearly ropes, leaving Stiles with a warmth that has his wolf and coyote purring. Fucking swooning at the way their Alpha, their mate, takes care of them. 

“You,” Theo pants, lifting the chimera’s shirt enough to kiss his back, “are fucking amazing.” His mate wraps his arms around Stiles, holding him close as he moves just enough to pull out. “I love you,” the Alpha murmurs when the chimera is upright, Theo’s nose nuzzling his shoulder blades. 

Stiles doesn’t even care about the feeling of come leaking out of his ass when he turns to face his mate. “I love you too,” he says sleepily, “can we go home now?”

“Sure thing, Kitten,” Theo kisses his nose, bending down to pull Stiles’ pants up for him and his own. Cupping the chimera’s cheeks, his mate dips Stiles’ head enough to place another, even softer kiss to his forehead and Stiles preens. Purring at the gentle nature of post sex Theo. “Can you walk?” He asks and Stiles only half nods, his eyes wanting to close. “Do you want to?” Stiles shakes his head no, earning him a laugh from the Alpha. “Come on, you,” he scoops the chimera up into his arms bridal style, carrying him out of the operating theater. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” His Alpha teases, rubbing his nose in the chimera’s hair.

“Take care of me,” Stiles mumbles, sleep already taking over. 

“Always.”

Ch 11 (coming soon)

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

Hi!

Sorry in advance, it's my first smut prompt, but I was wondering... What if Alcina accidentally(or not) caught female reader tying up herself?.. Probably shibari practice or something

Luv ya 😍😍😍

Sorry for the wait, nonny! Enjoy! Alcina Dimitrescu is on her way back from her morning smoke when she hears a loud crash coming from the direction of your shared bedroom followed by a string of curses. She heads over in that direction to investigate.

She stands outside the doors and can soon hear you from within. “Wasn’t this what the tutorial said? Dammit, it’s slipping again! How did- Ack!” A loud thump follows.

Alcina opens the doors, ducking her head under the doorframe and beholds you on the floor tied up in shibari ropes. You had tried to do a simple column knot, but had somehow managed to get your foot caught up in it. This was why you were now lying on the floor, looking like a trussed up Christmas turkey in front of your wife.

“Erm…” You grin stupidly as you look up at Alcina from over your head. “Hi.”

Alcina doesn’t say anything. She just stares down at you. Then, unexpectedly, a rather unladylike snort escapes her crimson lips. She quickly covers her mouth to hide it, but soon her broad shoulders start shaking with uncontrollable laughter. She leans against the dresser for balance as she begins to wheeze. Her golden eyes are shut tight, and tears of laughter are rolling down her cheeks.

The effect of seeing the elegant and classy Lady Dimitrescu being undone with laughter is actually rather adorable. You know, if it weren’t for the fact that it was at your expense.

“Alcina,” you whimper as you try and fail to free your leg from the bonds. “A little help? The blood’s actually starting to rush to my head.”

Alcina comes over to you, still chuckling to herself. “Forgive me, draga,” she says smiling as she kneels down to your level to help you. “I just couldn’t help myself, seeing you like that. Now, let’s see…” She looks you over, trying to find the end of the rope. “Ah! There it is!” She gently tugs and the whole ensemble falls apart, freeing you from your hemp prison.

Now that you are finally freed from your bonds, you stretch your leg to get rid of the pins and needles and rub your arms to regulate the circulation. Alcina gently picks you up and sets you on the bed before climbing in herself. She gently massages your arms to get the blood flowing back into your wrists again. You see bruises and ropeburn have already started to form on your arms, something that doesn’t escape Alcina’s notice.

Alcina takes one of your hands and kisses the back of it. She smiles at you, her aureate eyes dancing with amusement. “I’m sorry, but I simply have to know,” she says, still chuckling. “What kind of knot were you even trying to do?”

You feel like you could nearly die of embarrassment. “You mean it wasn’t obvious?” you ask, feeling your face redden considerably.

“I’m afraid not,” she says, kissing your forehead, which has turned a lovely shade of puce.

“Erm, it was this.” You take the book of shibari techniques you had borrowed from Alcina’s personal collection and hand it over to Alcina, keeping your thumb on the page that you had it previously opened to.

Alcina puts on her half-moon spectacles and looks at the page. “Ah, the column tie! That’s a rather simple technique!” She notices your face fall. “Erm, but I can understand how some can struggle with it. Although,” she says, smiling wryly. “I think you rather made things harder for yourself by trying it on your own, dear.” Alcina sets her spectacles aside and picks up the ropes off the floor before turning to you. “Would it help if I gave you a demonstration?”

Your mouth suddenly goes dry. “Yes, I think that would help,” you say quietly.

She takes off her gloves, setting them primly on the nightstand. You’ve always counted yourself as one of the privileged few to see your Lady’s hands uncovered. Her hands had changed as a result of the Cadou mutation and her alabaster skin transitioned to a pewter grey, tapering off into black at the fingers, tipped by long black fingernails. She passes the rope through her hands and you hold out your arms to her, your wrists held close together.

As she begins to loop the rope around your wrists, your attention falls to her hands again. Her hands are easily twice the size of yours, but they don’t seem too big with the way she handles the rope. Her movements are deft and smooth as she passes the rope through her fingers, two of her fingers holding the knot in place.

She goes through each step slowly, paying careful attention to the placement of the bite of the rope, even going through steps twice to make sure you understand. You try to follow along, but your mind keeps wandering back to her hands, her pianist fingers cinching the final knot in place.

You find you are not the only one distracted. After checking to make sure the knots are secure, Alcina moves the curtain of your hair aside and begins nuzzling the curve of your neck.

“Is this also a part of the lesson?” you tease as her other hand pushes you gently down onto the bed, her marble legs straddling your hips.

“I can’t help myself, darling,” she murmurs as she places kisses along your collarbone and the hollow at your throat. “Seeing you tied up like that, looking so vulnerable. You’ve no idea what it does to me.”

You loop your bound hands around her neck, holding her in place, eliciting a low keening whine low in her throat that vibrates against your collarbone.

“Are you hungry?” you whisper.

Alcina nods, but her dilating pupils belie just how ravenous she is.

“It’s all right,” you rasp. “Take all you want from me. I’m yours.”

Alcina grins wolfishly before plunging her fangs into the side of your neck. Your head falls back, hitting the pillow as she lowers herself against you, her breasts brushing by yours. You feel her throat working against your collarbone as she drinks deeply, moans of satisfaction occasionally escaping her lips fastened to the side of your neck. You feel your arousal drip down your leg as she runs her tongue over the puncture marks she’s set in your sensitive skin before moving down to the blood that’s pooled in your clavicle.

She pulls away from you as far as your restraints will allow after having had her fill, running her tongue over her lips, the color of your blood blending in with the deep red of her lipstick. As she moves her head, you see the lines of rope burn from wrapping your bound hands around her neck before they fade away like a clean slate.

“Shall we test how strong those bonds are, pet?” Alcina purrs, running her hand up your legs and smirking as she feels the wetness running down your thighs.

In answer you kiss her hard, taking her bottom lip in your mouth and suckling gently. She kisses you in return with just as much ferocity as she peels back your panties and slips two of her long fingers into your core.

You gasp softly into her mouth as she quests along your inner walls, gently stroking the sensitive nub at its center. She chuckles against your lips before she gently disengages her head from your bound arms, raising your arms above your head. With her free hand she takes your nightgown and slowly pulls it down your shoulders, uncovering your breasts. She massages the areola of one breast until you feel a slight pinch as your nipple stands erect.

She continues pulling your nightgown down as she increases the pace of her thrusting, pressing her carmine lips to each new uncovered spot. Soon your neck, chest and stomach are covered with her lipstick stains and love bites.

Once she arrives at your waist, she takes the silken material in her hands and rips it off as easily as tissue paper. She bends her dark head down and adds her wicked tongue to dart intermittently in your walls. You feel your climax building within your lower abdomen as you wrap your legs around her neck to hold her in place.

Your fingers itch to card themselves in your Lady’s raven hair, but with the bonds you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. There is a faint sheen of sweat covering Alcina’s brow and you feel your climax getting closer and closer as she moans into your folds. She takes your clit in her mouth, wrapping her tongue languidly around its tip.

You climax into her mouth and soon her ruby lips are dripping with your dew. Alcina lifts her head up briefly, giving you a sardonic grin before lapping up any leftover wetness on your quivering thighs. When she is done, she lies down beside you and unwraps the bonds from your wrists, pressing a kiss to the abrasions left on your sensitive skin.

“I think you handled your first lesson very well, draga,” Alcina purrs. “However, more education is surely required.” She runs her fingers through your sweaty hair as you try to regulate your breathing. “How would you like that, dearest?”

“I think I’d like that very much.”

[unusualindigo]

I Am Enough

AD 2200, XX/XX, Unknown Area – Sight of Gods -Central Core-

Atop a glowing scarlet sigil in the middle of a cloudy sky, two siblings fight for the fate of each other, and the world. One, a white-haired man in a crimson coat, Ragna the Bloodedge. The other, Noel Vermillion, Successor of the Azure, and the perfect reflection of The Origin’s soul. Their brother, Jin Kisaragi, stares on helplessly, feeling trapped within his truly spent body.

“Carnage…” Ragna reels back, his mismatched ruby and emerald eyes narrowing as his body tenses like an archer’s bowstring, before snapping forward like a vengefully loosed arrow. “Scissors!”

Noel’s jade eyes narrow with grim determination as she swiftly dodges into the air, the twin guns in her hands, Bolverk, converging their fire into an intense barrage. “Brother! You brought this…”

As Ragna cries out in surprise and pain, Noel feels a tear roll down her cheek.

“On yourself!” Noel finishes him off by converging Bolverk into their ‘Thor’ configuration and firing a rocket, watching as his burning form skids across the sigil before coming to a halt with a climactic crash. Immediately upon landing, she rushes forward, her eyes still filled with determination, but tinged with worry and sadness.

“Brother!” Noel cries out as Ragna’s arm shakily reaches for his blade, Aramasa.

His black-gloved hand fumbles at the long handle then falls limp as his body shudders. “H-How could I lose? Dammit…”

His eyes are full of regret and pain. They lance right through Noel’s heart. “Brother, why would you…?”

“He’s trying to erase the memory of ‘himself’ from everyone.” Jin’s anger is clear, even through the pain in his voice.

Noel whirls to look at him with shock and betrayal. “W-What? You’re lying!” She looks at Ragna. “…That’s a lie, isn’t it?”

“J-Jin’s right.” Ragna groans and tries to rise, but falls with a wince. The fight has left his body, it seems. His bouts with Susano’o, Terumi, and now Noel have finally taken their toll on the ‘Grim Reaper.’

Noel shakes her head in disbelief. “Why… Why would you do that? If you did that, we would all forget you… why?!”

Ragna groans again, frustration growing. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. “Nine… Nine said that this whole world is a ‘dream,’ seen by The Origin, ‘Saya.’ But that’s wrong. This world is just a ‘reconstruction,’ it’s not actually the dream that ‘Saya’ is watching.”

Noel’s eyes narrow. “What does that mean? Just what is the ‘dream’ of The Origin?”

Ragna huffs a breath of pain as he manages to sit up, his hand trying to shakily grasp the handle of Aramasa. “The people of this world… Ugh.”

He grasps the long handle and tries raising the blade. “They’re always trying their best to live and fight… and build the future. To protect this world.”

Noel tenses, watching him with worry. Is he going to try and fight? With those wounds?

He rises to his feet, his legs quivering like a newly walking fawn. “But a certain ‘place’ gives the opportunity to start everything over… It can return everything that happened to ‘nothing.’”

Noel nods, readying Bolverk just in case, but carefully processing her brother’s words. “…Yes, but isn’t that still…?”

Ragna ruefully shakes his head, eyes narrowing. “No, it’s not. Just like the masked freak said, even if you don’t exist, ‘that’ always happens… And it’s repeated countless times.”

He staggers forward. “I know it’s kind of pathetic… But when ‘you’ saved me, the world finally moved into the future. The first ‘possibility’ opened…”

He stands as straight as he can, his body shuddering with pain. “You get it, right? This world exists without you, but if a certain someone disappears, the world ends immediately.”

Noel’s eyes widen as the revelation blooms in her mind. “…But… That can’t be right… Can it?”

Ragna huffs as he hefts Aramasa. “Guh. I knew it. Even you didn’t realize… It’s me. I’m ‘Saya’s dream.’” He enters a shaky ready stance, gritting his teeth. “As long as I exist, this nightmare won’t end.”

Noel does her best to brace herself, mind racing and body shuddering. “No… Way…”

Ragna looks at her sadly, but firmly as his shaking lessens. “But no matter how bad a nightmare is, once you wake up, it’s just an illusion. You just have to…” He rushes forward with everything he has left. “Forget it!”

“Ah!” Noel tries to dodge the darkly glowing Aramasa, but she knows she won’t make it…

“I can’t accept that!” Jin miraculously rushes forth, blocking Aramasa with his own blade, Yukianesa. “In that case, I’ll just ‘kill’ the existence of ‘Brother!’ You’ll just have to keep existing as ‘Ragna the Bloodedge’ instead!”

Ragna grunts at the sudden impact, grimacing as his wounds deepen further. “You’re saying some crazy shit, ya know.”

Jin glares harshly with his cold malachite eyes. “I don’t care if it’s crazy! I’ll end your ‘dream’ with everything I’ve got, Brother!”

Ragna chuckles, his eyes narrowing. “Heh. You little crybaby.” He pulls back, entering his stance once more. “If you think you can stop me, just bring it on!”

Noel stares on in horror and disbelief as her brothers throw their spent bodies at one another. How can they be so incredibly… stupid? She rushes forward, Bolverk at the ready, and intercepts them as they part to prepare for another clash. She points each half of her Nox Nyctores towards one of her brothers, glaring angrily. “Stop this right now!”

Ragna sighs deeply. “Noel, this is the only way. If I can return everyone’s dreams to the Azure, and end this ‘nightmare,’ the world can finally move forward.”

Noel looks at him sharply. “I know, but you don’t have to ‘erase’ yourself!”

Ragna glares right back, frustration getting the better of him. “I just said this is the only way!”

Noel huffs. “And you’re wrong! I can ‘save’ her!”

Ragna’s brows and hackles rise. “Unbelievable. You still don’t get it!”

Jin scoffs. “You’re the one who’s not ‘getting it,’ Brother. Noel is a perfect reflection of ‘Saya,’ remember?”

Noel nods. “That’s right! I know I can fix this, Brother!”

Ragna stares at them with disbelief. “What are you saying? So long as she remembers me, the world will just keep resetting!”

Noel shakes her head. “You’re wrong! She doesn’t need to ‘forget’ you! She just needs you to ‘save’ her!”

Ragna’s eyes narrow. “What?”

Noel’s eyes are alight with frustration. “The Origin, ‘Saya,’ she just wants you to ‘save’ her. If we see her together… I can make her see that you’ve already ‘saved’ her. Then this can end, without us having to lose you. Please, Brother…”

Ragna stares at his siblings, feeling his heart pang at the sight of their desperate expressions. Finally, he closes his eyes and sighs. His body is well and truly spent, and the clash with Jin took whatever he had left. His body is shaking with exertion just standing here. He knows that he can’t change Noel’s mind. She’s as stubborn as ever, as stubborn as he is.

“…Alright.” Ragna reopens his mismatched eyes and stares at Noel seriously. “We’ll try it your way.”

Noel sighs in relief, a fragile smile blooming as she lowers Bolverk. “Brother…”

“But!” Ragna points at her. “If this doesn’t work, you gotta let me do it my way. Alright?”

Noel’s eyes widen, then she thinks over his words. After a moment Noel matches his gaze and nods. “Alright. I promise.”

Jin glares at her. “Noel…”

Jin’s body is shaking even worse than Ragna’s. That clash was his last gasp.

Noel looks at Jin firmly. “Jin, I promise, I can do this.”

After a tense moment, Jin huffs. “…Fine.”

Ragna staggers past Noel and grasps the back of Jin’s head. “See you later, crybaby.”

A dark flash comes from the back of Jin’s head, and his body crumples. Ragna sets him upon the sigil as gently as he used to tuck him into bed as a kid.

Noel’s eyes widen. “Brother! What did you do?”

Ragna huffs and turns to her with a somber expression. “I took his ‘dream,’ to return it to the Azure.”

Noel’s eyes narrow as she processes what that means. Ragna… He’s been shouldering the burden of everyone’s dreams? The burden of the world… Her burden. If this is all the work of The Origin, then as Successor of the Azure…

Noel concentrates on the dreams Ragna’s carrying, no, that she’s carrying. The world blinks for a moment.

Ragna’s eyes widen in awe and fear. “N-Noel, what did you do?!”

Noel huffs as she feels everyone’s dreams gather inside her. She can hear them, see them, feel them. It’s all so much… To think that Ragna was going to carry all this alone… A tear slips down her cheek.

She opens her eyes to look at Ragna with a sad smile. “These are my responsibility, Brother.”

Ragna stares for a moment, before huffing. “Noel, you…” He shakes his head, staring at her firmly. “We should hurry.”

At that moment, Trinity Glassfile shimmers back to them and cradles Jin’s fallen form. “Don’t worry, I’ll do everything I can to make sure he gets back to where he belongs.”

Ragna nods gratefully. “Take care of the Susano’o Unit while you’re at it. You’ve helped us a lot, Trinity.”

Trinity smiles sadly. “It’s nothing. You’ve helped me a lot more.” Her expression tenses. “Um, is it really alright to leave me like this?”

Noel jolts. “Do we need to do something?”

Trinity thinks for a moment, then softly shakes her head. “…No. Actually, even if you tried to take my ‘dream,’ it’s already fulfilled.”

 Ragna sighs, and nods. “Got it… That’s good.” He turns to Noel. “C’mon, Noel.”

Trinity looks at them curiously. “Where are you going?”

Noel smiles sadly. “I think we have one more dream to take, right?”

Ragna nods. “Yeah. That’ll be the end of it.”

Trinity nods. “I see.”

The two siblings depart to see ‘Saya.’ Trinity watches on with an expression of great gratitude, and sadness. “Farewell… Ragna the Bloodedge.”

---------

“We’re finally able to see each other… ‘Saya’…” Ragna murmurs as he places his hand on the Master Unit, his sigil lighting up the golden coffin it bears.

“Brother…” A voice, familiar and strange to Noel’s ears at the same time, rings out. Her tone is full of wonder and caution. “…What is she doing here?”

Noel steels herself. “We’re here to save you.”

The voice of ‘Saya’ is alight with confusion, but an undertone of hope powers through. “You’ll… Save me…? Brother is that… Brother?!”

Noel whirls to face Ragna, or rather, the empty space where he’d been only a moment ago. Panic grips her heart for a moment as her eyes widen to their fullest in terror. He’s gone? Just like that?

“Brother! No… no No NO!” The Master Unit begins to thrum and glow, and Noel snaps out of her stupor, placing her hands on the golden coffin.

She speaks with a low and soothing tone. “Wait! Just calm down—!"

The Origin’s voice is laden with panic and despair. “I was waiting for so long! I always, always wanted him to save me! I’m all alone! Why?! Why does he abandon me?!”

Noel does her best to stay calm. Eyes hardening into a firm resolve, she steels herself once more and pushes back against the coming intervention with all she has. “He hasn’t! Can’t you see? He’s already saved us!”

The Origin's voice fills with shock at her Successor’s resistance. “What do you mean?! He’s gone!”

Noel stares ahead without so much as a flinch, her mind on her brothers, her friends, the people who love and need her. She can’t falter. She won’t let them down again! “But I’m here! I know what you’re feeling. I know how hard it is. But please, let me save you!”

The push of intervention wanes. The Unit’s glow seems to dim. After a moment. The unsure and quiet voice of The Origin resonates once more. “You… You’ll save me?”

Noel nods firmly, pressing herself closer to her perfect reflection. “Yes. By getting me this far, Brother made sure that you’ll never be alone again. I know we seem different, but we’re the same in soul. …Come with me.”

The Origin’s voice is thick with fearful hope. “Come… With you?”

Noel smiles, tears slipping freely down her cheeks as she feels a sense of relief wash over her. “Yes. Come with me, and be with Brother again. You won’t have to be alone or scared ever again. Just, rest. Okay?”

The Origin is silent for a time, and Noel briefly wonders if she’s made a mistake. She’s come so far… But then, a sigh that speaks of untold fatigue rings out. “Yes...”

The Origin’s image reaches out to Noel, who opens her arms lovingly. There’s a flash of blue light, then darkness.

Noel opens her eyes as her final piece slots into place. She’s whole now. More herself than she ever has been before, and surer than ever of her resolve. It’s almost funny. All this time saving him, to save her, to save herself. She smiles and places her hand on the golden coffin, which lights up once more. This time, it’s her sigil. “Master Unit, Amaterasu… Activate!”

---------

Noel smiles softly. “Oh, It’s you.”

Amane Nishiki smiles back bemusedly as Noel approaches the Gate. “Well, that was unexpected. I witnessed your dance. It was magnificent.”

Noel continues to smile if a bit bashful. “Sorry for the trouble, Mister Amane.”

Amane laughs softly. “Don’t worry. Thank you for such a splendid dance.” His face turns serious. “What do you intend to do now?”

Noel straightens, her smile growing firm as a fire gently blazes in her eyes. “I’m going to do what Brother wanted. I’m going to return everyone’s dreams to the Azure. Even his. The world that will create won’t have to worry about intervention from Amaterasu or Takamagahara… It will be a world for everyone.”

Amane hums, his ice-blue eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “Hope in the form of ‘possibility,’ extending from all directions, in the past, present, and future. I’ve never seen a world reconstructed on so large a scale before… So, this is the power of the True Azure. The ‘Azure Flame Grimoire’…”

Noel shakes her head softly. “That’s wrong. It’s not my power, or Brother’s, or the Azure’s…” She meets Amane’s eyes with hope as bright as the sun. “It’s everyone’s ‘possibilities.’”

The gate glows, and the world goes white…

[songofsutarima]

Room Full of Lonely

Itsokayitsokayitsokayitsokay

As the weight in my chest pushes in deeply.

Itsfineimfineimfineitsfine

Controlling breathing, rehearsing my line.

Itsokayimfineitsokayimca.l.m.

Trying to center pressing thumb into palm.

Finally it’s gone, that part has been settled and sat,

And honestly that bit, it’s got nothing to do with loneliness that.

It’s just a thing I picked up on when we were kids,

When parents were betting and ultimately losing their bids.

And not to cast blame, but it’s definitely led to this.

Where I can’t be alone, but every party I have to miss.

Because I “know” I was afterthought, second hand ask,

And since it’s something I “know” I’m afraid I’ll have to pass.

I am perfectly content, staying here in my room.

There may be depreciating seeds but they haven’t begun to bloom.

Dammit..

I promised I wouldn’t do this again when it was me only..

Crimson cracks, ruby droplets, as silver glints in

my room full of lonely.

[tothemeadow]

Can I get a hotdog with hot sauce and mustard with a side of onion rings to share with uzui 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

Here you go babe ;)

Summer Feelings Event

'krusty towers' / Uzui T. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, oral sex, vaginal fingering, fisting (might as well take a crack at it 👉👈)

words: 1,323

-

We shall never deny a guest even the most ridiculous request.

It was a mere plaque, nothing more. Hell, with a slogan like that, you thought it would taken as a joke. The thing is, though, is that the employees don’t treat it as a joke. In fact, you wouldn’t have heard of it in the first place if it weren’t for the receptionist at the check in desk. With an upscale resort and hotel like this, of course they take all their clients seriously, even down to the tiniest detail.

And there was something riveting about the receptionist, something that pulled your eyes to him and refused to let them go. Tall, broad shouldered, pearly grin paired with petal lips, and a set of rubies for eyes, this man was absolutely gorgeous. If anything, he looked like he worked for a modeling agency rather than a hotel.

“Ma’am,” he had told you, honeyed voice smoother than silk, “if there is anything – and I mean anything – that we can do for you, please let me know.”

You remembered staring at the breast pocket of his suit jacket, at the shiny tag that read Uzui Tengen. He slipped you a number for the front desk on a small slip of paper, that dazzling smile of his playing on his handsome features. Even then, your heart raced wildly in your chest; because, if you were to be completely honest here, that man was literal sex on legs and you wanted all of it.

It didn’t take much for you to give in; although the first few days were only filled with idle conversations and shameless flirting, you refused to call that special number in the late hours of the night. That is, until you found yourself sprawled out on your hotel bed, completely naked from your earlier shower and legs spread apart, fingers pumping in and out of your sopping pussy. With the aid of alcohol in your system, you’re practically on cloud nine, your other hand switching between playing with your breasts and your clit.

It wasn’t enough. No, what you needed was someone to fuck you raw, to completely stuff that sinful little hole of yours until you were screaming. It’s that very thought that led you to shuffling across the bed to your nightstand, fingers snatching up that slip of paper. About ten minutes later, Tengen is standing outside your door, looking as handsome as ever in a three-piece suit. You, on the other hand, are covered by the thin robe graciously provided by the hotel.

“You rang?” Tengen singsongs, a mischievous smirk on his face.

Instead of outright answering, you grab him by the tie and yank him into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. “You take any request, right?” you rush, hands already making quick work of unbuttoning his top layers and loosening his tie.

“Your wish is my command,” Tengen replies, voice lowering to a panty-dropping rasp. “Anything you want, I’ll happily provide.”

“Good,” you mutter, pushing the garments down his arms and exposing the entirety of his defined torso. Broad shoulders, tiny waist – perfect. “Because I want you to fuck me.”

“So straightforward – I like it,” he purrs. “But may I offer something else first?”

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. “What?”

And, much like your earlier move, he remains silent, opting to push you backwards until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. He gently urges you to lie down, large hands undoing the loose knot to your robe. He mutters his appreciation once your naked body is exposed, his hands drifting over the plain of your stomach and the swells of your breasts. He gracefully kneels between your legs, wasting not a single moment and kissing your thighs while he kneads your breasts.

“Mmm,” he hums as he drifts closer to where you need him most, “looks like you were already having some fun. Who were you thinking of, baby?”

“Like you need to know,” you breathe. Tengen chuckles at your response, but the sound soon turns into a pleasured gasp as you grip onto the silvery strands of his hair, completely ruining the slicked back style. “Just – fuck – just do something.”

“Magic word, baby. What is it?”

“Goddammit Tengen, I gave you a fucking order-“

You abruptly cut yourself off with a moan when Tengen swoops in, plump lips latching around your puffy clit and suckling on it. His fingers quickly follow suit, skimming up the crevice of your thigh and brushing along the wetness gathered at your slit. A simple tug on his hair has him groaning into your pussy, tongue and fingers both plunging themselves inside of you. And fuck, he’s so fucking good, his mouth switching back and forth between playing with your clit and fucking you with his tongue.

Truly, you wished you noticed it before, but this smug bastard has a fucking tongue piercing.

The cold bead compared to the hot wetness of his tongue has you arching your back, fingers digging into his scalp. You wonder how anybody could be this amazing at giving head, but here you are, getting tongue fucked like your lives depended on it.

“Holy shit, Tengen,” you breathe, hips bucking into his face. And oh, he lets you do as you please, stuffing your pussy with four of his fingers while you rock into him. He eats like a man starved, the lewd slurping coming from between your legs making your face heat up in embarrassment.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Tengen husks. He smirks when he crooks his fingers, making you cry out in pleasure. “Look at you, taking in so many of my fingers like that – shit, I bet you could take my fucking fist, couldn’t you? God, I wanna try.”

“That’d be too much,” you babble, but holy fuck do your insides squeeze at the idea. “Your hand is too… too big-“

“So’s my cock, baby,” Tengen says. Placing a hand on your hip, he halts your movements and holds you still. “What’s gonna happen when I fuck you open, huh? If you can take that, you can take my fist.”

“No, no, Tengen, wait-“

“Relax, baby,” he coos, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. “You’ll take it.”

Slowly, he retracts all four fingers only for his thumb to join. Your eyes roll towards the back of your skull as you shake, your velvety walls clamping possessively around him as he – holy shit – pushes his entire hand into you. Letting out a low, drawn out whistle, Tengen admires the sight of your pussy clamping around his wrist. His cock twitches inside his slacks, already hard as a rock and leaking precum.

“My, my, my, looks like my baby is a bigger slut than I originally thought,” he says. “I’m impressed.”

You merely whimper in return.

“Keep taking deep breaths, alright? ‘Cause I’m gonna curl my hand – hey now, relax.”

It feels like forever for your body to loosen up, but you can feel Tengen’s hand slowly curl into a fist, his knuckles pressing right against your g-spot. “Oh my god,” you pant, “your hand – it’s-“

“Shh,” Tengen hushes you, pressing another kiss to your knee. “You’re doing so well, baby. Let me make you feel real good before I fuck you with my fat cock.”

You still can’t completely wrap your mind around the situation. Here you are, having some man you barely know slowly fuck you with his fist – even more, you like it. The stretch is nothing like anything you’ve experienced before, and the amount of slick leaking from your cunny and slipping down your asscheeks is astronomical. You openly keen when Tengen’s mouth finds its place back on your clit. Clearly, he’s set on having you cum your fucking brains out – not that you mind, of course.

Ridiculous requests, huh – bet whoever wrote that wasn’t expecting this.

[h0rnyshakespeare]

Midnight Mochi

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Ochako Uraraka

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Word Count: 1310

Warnings: Minor swearing (if I missed out on anything let me know)

A/N: If you don’t like Kacchako (as I know most of the BNHA fandom do) ignore this one, and don’t forget to send in requests!! I’m currently in season 2 of Haikyuu and I’m wondering if I should start writing for it, so feel free to send Haikyuu requests too!

“Dammit…” was all that was going through Bakugou’s mind as he made his way back to the dorms. It was late, well later than his usual bedtime, although he could really care less at that moment. “That damn Deku.”

Bakugou hated feeling like this, it was so foreign to him, and it was pissing him off. He felt exposed, vulnerable and weak despite what All Might had said to him back at the grounds. “If only I were freaking better at this. I’m so freaking stupid.” Whatever ‘this’ meant. If he was being honest, Bakugou was not sure either. All his life, he had been told how powerful his quirk was, how smart he was, how good he was at practically everything he did. All it had given him was a cocky attitude and high expectations of himself, which was not necessarily a bad thing, but also caused him to be hard on himself. All he wanted now was to get back to his room without any more distractions so he could finally have time to clear his head without anyone disturbing him or feeling even more exposed to everyone around him.

Ochako could not sleep. She expected to pass out as soon as her head hit her pillow as training had been tough today, yet so many thoughts were running through her head. Unable to toss and turn around in bed anymore, she decided to go downstairs for a warm cup of tea and maybe a leftover mochi or two from the batch Sato had made for the whole class earlier. In her defense, mochi was her favourite food, and with how much she worked today she felt that she had earned a midnight snack.

As she made her way downstairs into the kitchen, she heard someone’s footsteps and froze. A villain?

Then she saw the familiar ash-blonde hair which she knew could only belong to one person. “Bakugou-kun? What’re you still doing up past curfew? I thought you went to sleep around eight thir-”

“Uraraka. Could ask the same of you.” Ochako stopped at his voice. Uraraka? What happened to Round Face and Pink Cheeks? It was rare that Bakugou ever called someone by their actual name, if he bothered to remember it at all. It was then that Ochako got a good look at the state of him, his spiky locks all messed up, dark circles under his ruby eyes, his usual tank top in tatters, his body bruised. “I, uh, couldn’t sleep, was making some tea. Um, would you like me to make a cup for y-?” “Don’t bother yourself,” Bakugou snapped back, although his voice was devoid of his usual annoyed tone. He sounded tired, which was beginning to worry Ochako. She knew Bakugou would hate being pressed, so instead of saying anything, Ochako went back to boiling some water. When Bakugou did not leave, however, she grabbed another mug and set it next to hers.

“The hell you doing, Round Face?”

There it was. Ochako chuckled internally at the nickname. “Making tea,” she replied, not glancing his way. “I told you not to make some for me.” “Yet you didn’t leave, it would’ve been rude to make one all to myself while you just stood there.” “Tch.” Bakugou muttered under his breath but did not object, leaning onto the kitchen counter as Ochako added the teabags. He watched as she rummaged through the fridge a bit, only to bring out a box of mochi and hold it out to him. “Mochi?” “Like hell I’d be caught eating that sugary shit.” “Okay, your loss,” Ochako giggled. “Tomorrow everyone’s gonna find out that the great Bakugou Katsuki can’t handle a cute little mochi-” “Gimme that,” he said, cutting her off as he swiped the box out of her hands. “Hey, you gotta leave me some! Those are my favourite!” “Yeah, I can see the resemblance,” Bakugou replied, causing her face to turn red. “That’s… that’s pretty rude, Bakugou-kun.” “Whatever.”

They ate in silence, not that Ochako minded. She could tell that Bakugou had something on his mind and decided not to ask unless he wanted to talk about it.

“So, you couldn’t sleep, huh?”

“Yeah, haha… I think I’m turning into some sort of insomniac,” Ochako joked, although Bakugou did not seem to find it funny. “Sleep is important, dumbass. You need it. How else are ya gonna achieve your goals. hah?” “I could say the same for you,” Ochako replied. “Were you training or something at 3 a.m.? You’re all bruised and tired.” “Like hell I am, I’m fine pink cheeks, geez.” “Alright, but if you need to, I don’t know, talk to anyone, I’m here. I may not be the best person though, just letting you know.” “You need to stop doing that.” Bakugou said firmly. Ochako was confused. Had she done something wrong? “Huh? What’re you talking about, Bakugou-kun?” “I’m talking about how you always seem to degrade yourself,” he replied curtly, a slight frown on his face. Ochako’s heartbeat slightly sped up in… nervousness of being caught of her self-deprecation, but there was something else too. Whatever it was, Ochako pushed it down. He noticed?

“Whether you’re joking around or not, talking down about yourself is never healthy, you idiot. You’re worth a lot more than you give yourself credit for.” “Th-thank you, same goes for you too, you know?” “Tch, of course I freaking know, I’m the best,” he said, although Ochako noticed a slight crack in his voice. “Um, Bakugou-kun, I may be overstepping my boundaries a bit here but… are you sure you’re alright?” The silence that followed was nearly unbearable, and Ochako feared she had only made things worse. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I’ll be going now.” As she made her way to leave, she felt him grasp her wrist. “Bakugou-kun-” “Stay,” was all he said as he slightly tugged on her wrist, causing her to fall onto him accidentally as she was not expecting him to do so. “I-I’m sorry! It was an accide-” “Just… let’s just stay like this for a while,” Ochako barely heard him mutter, the usual roughness in his voice replaced with an almost… lonely tone. Ochako had no idea what to do, so she just let him hug her, her own arms slowly making their way around his body before Bakugou suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing and quickly let go of her. “Shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking-” Ochako hugged him again, cutting him off. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and seeing that she made no movement to pull away, buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Tch, I’m so freaking pathetic.” He said it so quietly that Ochako would have missed it if his lips were not right next to her ear. She moved one hand upwards to stroke his hair softly.

“You’re not pathetic,” she said, gently. “I may not know what happened, but I do know you’re a great person, Bakugou-kun. You’re the best, remember?” she chuckled. “You work so hard; I just know that one day you’ll be the best hero out there. So, take your own advice and never talk down on yourself. You’re so much more than that.” Silence engulfed the small kitchen as they stayed in that position for a while, until Bakugou pulled away. “This never freaking happened, ya hear me?” he said, not a hint of malice in his words. Ochako saw a faint pink dusting his cheeks and giggled. “I won’t.” “I’ll see you around then, Round Face,” he said, making his way to leave before pausing at the doorway. “And, uh, thanks or whatever.” “Try not to get caught by Iida-kun, Bakugou-kun.” Ochako smiled back at him as she walked in the opposite direction to her dorm.

[obsessive-dumpling]

This goes out to my moot @hoe-doroki , I hope you enjoy.

Deku was exhausted. It was hard enough seeing his friends, hearing them cry out to him, trying to plead and reason with him. Even when there was nothing to be reasoned. He was doing this for him them. He was trying to keep them safe. Yes...it was hard enough. So, why did they have to make it worse? Fighting off his friends had to be worse than any fight he'd had up to this point.

Especially, when the sound track to this fight was his voice. Deku had done a decent job of ignoring that voice so far. But it was becoming harder. Something in his voice sounded...off. He wanted to look at him, check to make sure he was okay. But he couldn't. When Deku first saw Kacchan fall from the sky to his aid, he felt the all too familiar, all too dangerous pull. It took everything in him to resist that pull, and he knew that if he looked at those ruby eyes again the battle would probably be over.

Despite what his friends thought, Izuku Midoriya was quite selfish at heart. "Heart"...No. He wouldn't let himself go there. The image of Kacchan's dive in front of him helped trap down any stray wisps of that pull he had been fighting. He could not stay. He could not go back. And he could not look at Kacchan. He grit his teeth and blocked out the antagonizing calls behind him. The path in front of him looked clear enough for him to make his retreat.

"Deku, wait..." A soft, sweet, and trembling voice spoke behind him.

"Please don't, Uraraka," he breathed out.

"I know you feel responsible for all this," she began. "But you don't have to do this alone."

"I do though," he turned to look at her, trying to show her the seriousness in his eyes. Trying to end the discussion before it began. But she seemed to have steeled herself before approaching him as well.

"Bakugo has a plan--"

"NO!" He spoke firmly, almost harshly.

"Deku..." She stumbled back a step and something in his eyes made her lose some resolve. She glanced over her shoulder and without thinking he followed her gaze.

Kacchan.

Ruby red locked with emerald green. He felt that aching pull again, and felt his will crumbling. With immense effort he tore his eyes away from Kacchan's, just to have them land on his bandaged shoulder. This wasn't a memory. This was physical proof of what his selfishness brought. His eyes turned angry and he whipped around, trying to summon the last of his strength to charge up his escape.

"DON'T TURN AWAY FROM ME YOU SHIT NERD!"

Ignore him.

"DEKU!"

IGNORE HIM!

"DAMMIT IZUKU LOOK AT ME!"

*badump* he froze.

"What did you say?" Back still turned, he spoke just loud enough for Kacchan to hear him.

"I said: LOOK. AT. ME."

"No, before that," he almost whispered. "What did you call me?" He vaguely saw Kirishima and Ashido move in front of him. It didn't matter, he was too focused on the pause, on the lack of retort.

"Izuku," the voice was closer now. He gripped his chest as if to rip his heart out. How long had he waited to hear his own name on Kacchan's lips again? Why now of all times...why now...tears poured silently from his eyes. Kirishima and Ashido stopped in shock. He imagined the look on his face must be something they weren't expecting...something new...new even to him. This must be heartbreak. It was one of the worst pains he ever felt. No. A world without him, without Kacchan, that would be so much worse.

Uraraka moved in front of him, probably to see what Kirishima and Ashido were gawking at. He barely looked at her.

"Uraraka..." He whispered in a trembling voice. "I need you to understand something," She seemed to understand the magnitude and said nothing, just stared with a look of understanding and... defeat? He didn't know what that meant, but it didn't matter right now. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.

Everyone froze as he did so. Bakugo watched as her eyes widened and filled with tears. And then, in a blink, he was gone. A trail of green lightening in his wake.

"WHY DID YOU LET HIM GO?!" Bakugo rushed her, grabbing her and shaking her until she looked at him, tears slowly streaming down her face. Bakugo searched her face for answers. "What did he say to you?" She looked up at him with sad eyes but stopped her trembling before brushing off his hands.

"He said," she took a deep breath. "'I need you to understand something,'" she paused and looked into Bakugo's eyes. "'I can't lose him. I can't. But...he can lose me.'"

[spaceman-earthgirl]

38. Sam + Alex? (or Andrea + Nia?)

38. “Did you just…propose to me?”

Credit for this idea goes to @itistakingover so thanks for your help!

---

Alex would lie if ever asked, but she’s shaking slightly as she fumbles for the ring in her pocket, hands sweaty as she clutches it in her hand.

They’ve talked about marriage, about their future, about her officially adopting Ruby, but it doesn’t mean she’s not terrified as she builds herself up to say the speech she’s been rehearsing for weeks.

Except, when it comes down to it, the ring in her hand, Sam watching her with the most adoring smile she’s ever seen, Alex can’t get the words out. Sure, some words come out, which are the ones she wanted to say, she just had meant to say a few more first.

“Marryme,” she blurts, the words said so quick she’s not sure if Sam even understood.

Sam’s eyes widen. “What?”

Alex swallows. Dammit, she’s not doing this right. They have the romantic dinner, alone in their apartment, with candles and flowers Sam brought her, but this is not the way she’d intended to ask.

“I love you,” Alex tries again, going for a shortened version of her original speech, reaching out to take Sam’s hand across the table. “I could never have imagined meeting someone like you, could never have imagined the life we have now, but you and Ruby are the best things that have ever happened to me and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you.” Alex stands from her chair, kneels down beside the table, hand slipping from Sam’s only to open the ring box before she takes Sam’s hand again. “Will you marry me?”

“Did you just…propose to me?”

Sam’s smiling, which Alex takes as a good sign even if she didn’t immediately answer the question.

“I thought that was obvious.”

Sam laughs as she pulls something from her own pocket. It’s a box, very similar to the one Alex is currently holding. “I guess great minds think alike, I was also going to propose tonight.”

Alex can’t breathe. “Is that a yes?”

“What do you think?” Sam smiles. She takes the ring from her box, slips it on to Alex’s finger. “I assume your answer is yes too.”

“Yes,” Alex grins, admiring the fit of the ring on her finger, before she takes Sam’s hand and does the same.

Sam tugs Alex forwards and then they’re kissing, Alex can feel the cool metal against her cheek as Sam cups her face.

She’s the luckiest woman in the world.