#she tells them she thought they were gonna eat her and they freakin' LICK her and go 'nah. not ripe yet' 'KRIS!!!' '... kidding.'

[timey-fandom-stuff]

I used to have a Deltarune Monsterswap AU concept 300 years ago but I literally can't remember what it was so... I made a new one.

consider the following: Monster AU Kris, but they're basically just a stray dog that keeps mooching for chocolate and also raids your trash when you're not looking. if it fits in their mouth they're eating it. Noelle is not getting back her gingerbread erasers from 3rd grade.

there is no puppy-proofing anything from this menace. sorry.

[bluefirewrites]

not sure if u are still taking this but, celebrity/fan au for JUKEE 🤭

Okay this one's a little involved but I got you!

Rated T for mentions of sex and maybe some language

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

******

Julie tugs against the rather short dress Flynn had squeezed her in, not caring for how much she looks like a glorified candy wrapper in the shimmering gold.

She feels like she's some Ferrer Roche, waiting to be devoured.

Which seems to be her intention for tonight because she's insane, and so is her bestie Flynn, because she's supposed to grab the attention of a certain someone in this club.

Her motives for tonight sound like they come straight out of a Wattpad story, but her boyfriend- or well maybe an ex boyfriend now'- forced her hand.

So a year ago, right around the time they started dating, they both disclosed their 'hall passes'. Just a list of celebrities they were both 'allowed' to cheat on their partners with. It was fun. Just to see who the other person would pick. 

It was harmless because the whole point is that these people are so famous, so far out of reach, that the odds of hooking up with them would be essentially impossible.

Nick's was the lead singer of the world famous pop group Dirty Candi. And Julie remembers drunkenly applauding the choice ("She's pretty! Wowww you like them Bubblegum Pop girls?")

They had a laugh that night and Julie doesn't really consider that hall pass conversation all that much since then-

-Until fast forward to last week when Nick disclosed to her that he ran into Carrie Wilson at an event. And then promptly disclosed to her that he invoked his 'Hall Pass' rights.

His rights?! She had exploded at him, and he claims that its no big deal. That he thought she would understand that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a crazy set of circumstances, and that- 'Holy shit Jules, she was actually into me. Like what?'

Understandably, Julie stormed out and has been staying with Flynn for the time being. And it must have been the haze of crying and watching a lot of true crime series to cheer herself up that she and Flynn concocted this... plan.

One fueled by spite and pettiness.

Get back at Nick, make him jealous, make him feel how she did- by invoking her own 'Hall Pass' rights- 

-which so happens to be Sunset Curve frontman, Luke Patterson... 

"There he is" Flynn whispers from their corner of the club and Julie gulps.

"I don't think I can do this," Julie hisses at Flynn, when they spot him at the bar, nursing a drink with his bandmates like he usually would (they did their research). 

See, Julie’s been a fan of Luke’s for a long time. Ever since she heard ‘Now or Never’ in freshman year of high school, she’s been hooked onto their music- especially Luke and his voice and playing. 

She had their posters on her bedroom wall and had been that girl who would (when no one’s looking) press her fingers to her lips then press them against Luke’s image before going to bed. 

It was that bad. 

And Julie had probably fantasized on more than one occasion of meeting him and all the other scenarios you would picture in a typical Celeb x Reader scenario. 

And she’d like to think she grew out of it, now she’s in her mid-twenties and just casually listens to Sunset Curve, following up on their careers every now and then. 

But you can never really shake your first major celebrity crush. Hence he had been on her so called ‘Hall Pass’ list. 

(”You into rockstars, Jules?” Nick had teased her that night.)

Seeing him there, in the same place as her, is so surreal, but Flynn’s continued pinches to her arm remind her just how real this is. 

“This is ridiculous,” Julie crosses her arms, ready to bow out because what is she thinking? Why would Luke Patterson pick her up, of all people, at the bar? It’s like a supermodel runway in here, filled with girls more accomplished and famous. Her confidence is shaken a bit and she rethinks everything. 

"Nick didn't seem to have a problem when he did it," Flynn points out, “And girl, you look great. He would be blind to not want you.” 

The mention of Nick still boils her blood, which only reaffirms her plans for revenge. She’s still nervous but they both stand up from their booth and walk over to the bar. 

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend,” 

“No. You’re musician extraordinaire, Julie Molina! The world may not have heard about you, but they will one day. I bet that’s something you can talk to him about. Music? Lyrics?” 

Julie could use her songwriting credentials to her advantage, “I mean I guess-” 

“Quick, he’s getting up!” 

“Flynn, wait I’m not-” 

With a forceful push, Flynn sends Julie into the path of Luke Patterson, colliding into him and effectively spilling his drink all over her dress. 

“Oh my god,” Luke gapes at her, “I am so sorry-” 

Julie fans herself, shaking slightly from the fact she’s drenched and also that her freakin’ high school celebrity crush is looking at her, actually talking to her. 

But she recovers quickly, and she speaks, “It’s fine. Really. I guess I’m just... clumsy.” She shoots a glare at Flynn, who merely winks and retreats to their booth. 

Luke grimaces and takes her by the hand, leading her somewhere, napkins in his other hand, ��Here, let’s get you cleaned up. Again, I’m sorry. Hate to ruin a pretty... dress.”

It’s the way he eyes her that catches Julie off guard. He’s... not talking about the dress, is he? 

Julie reels it back in tries her hand at a joke, “I wouldn’t call this a dress. I feel like fancy leftovers in this thing.” 

Luke stifles a laugh, “Okay, I mean I wasn’t gonna say anything but yeah. I guess it’s a bit tin foil-y.”

“Not your style?”

His gaze drifts over to her one last time, “Well, any way to take a meal back home is fine by me. I mean-” Luke scrunches his nose, wincing, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that. Shit. That was too... much. Are we-” he laughs nervously, “Are we still... talking about food?”

“Unless you just called me a meal. Then no.” 

The look in his eyes say that he’s absolutely mortified, “...yeah. I think I did. I was hoping that was a nightmare.” 

“Nope, it definitely happened,” 

“Feel free to slap me,” 

Julie giggles, somewhat delirious because she hasn’t tried to flirt with him but here Luke is, flirting with her. Or trying. And failing. Like a far cry from the suave rockstar she had pictured him to be. 

“No need. Just, can you-?” she points to the napkins he’s holding hostage. 

“Oh yeah. Here,” They stop in front of the coat check, and he hands her the napkins so she could try herself off with the best she can.

Suddenly, a weight falls onto her shoulders, she looks up and sees Luke draping a jacket over her- his presumably. 

“You looked cold,”

Julie wraps the jacket tight against her, relishing in the warmth, “Wow, thanks.”

Luke smiled and stepped back, “Just so you know, if I made you feel weird in any way, I’d like to throw out my third ‘sorry’ of the night. Nothing has to happen though. So, just say the word and I’ll leave you alone.”

Whew. Um, okay. Julie stands there, faced with this decision. 

The compliments aside (she will revisit those later), Luke’s giving her an out. Any reservations she has about moving forward with this plan, this is her chance to leave. 

She could just treasure these amazing few minutes for the rest of her life. This could be a story to tell friends at a dinner party, about the time a rockstar lent her his jacket. Would be up there with the time Jack Black passed her on the street and said “Nice hat!”. 

But-

Maybe she wants to see where this goes. 

“All this talk about food is making me hungry though...” she says and Luke lights up, “I could go for a bite to eat.” 

Luke snaps his fingers, “I know just the place.” 

*******

Half an hour later, Julie and Flynn are in a smelly alleyway with the guys from Sunset Curve, in line for a street dog cart just a couple blocks away. 

“An Oldsmobile?” Julie gawked after hearing Luke and the guys describe the delicacy, “Are you trying to poison me?”

“I swear by it,” Luke insists, taking her hand and moving them up in the line. Flynn sees this and doesn’t comment, but Julie’s starting to get used to Luke doing that, “You have to try!”  

Julie doesn't know when she got over her initial starstruck, but by now its so easy to treat Luke like a regular person.

Well, celebrities are all regular people in the end, but more so now that he and his friends, have their sleeves rolled up, smiles wide, ready to dig into what may be the most disgusting hot dog she has ever seen.

Julie takes a bite out of hers and her eyes widen. Wow. It's not terrible.

"Ayy! We got another one, boys" Reggie laughs, noting her reaction.

"Told ya" Luke needles her sides and she giggles, ticklish. Her knee jerk reaction is to playfully shove him, but in the process accidentally smeared some mustard onto his face.

Luke goes to lick it off with his tongue, making funny faces as he did which amused Julie even more.

"Here," she takes a napkin and wipes at his cheek, "Now we're even."

The whole group gets to talking over by the couches, while Flynn chats up the other boys, Julie and Luke are sequestered in their own corner, and yes, eventually the topic switches to music.

"Wait, so you know Rose and the Petal Pushers?" Luke chokes out, "Like everyone I talk to hasn't heard of them!"

"Yup. Have their record actually" Julie beams proudly, censoring out the part that its her mom's band and hence she has one of the few records ever released.

Luke is floored by that and continues to poke her brain for music and Julie finds that their spiels go on naturally, that she could probably talk with Luke for hours and hours.

Which ends up happening. Flynn had already made her escape, having texted her to come home safely, the boys had gone too, leaving them in the nearly empty lot.

When the food truck closes down for the night, they end up taking a stroll down the streets of L.A, talking and getting to know each other.

Julie learns so much about Luke, things she's never heard about from the press- like his songwriting practice, that he cries at Finding Nemo, and that he can do a cartwheel only when drunk.

And in return Julie shares with him her crazy college stories, how she misses her mom sometimes, and that she is encyclopedia of commercial jingles (a fact Luke exploits by rapidly quizzing her at random moments)

Somehow they end up near the beach, with Julie pointing out the different stars she could see, but finds that Luke isn't looking at the sky.

"Hey, Julie..." He gets her attention, "I had a really good time tonight."

"Me too"

"So... would it be alright, if I kiss you?"

Julie's mouth parts, speechless. It happened. Holy shit it happened or... is happening. She has Luke exactly where she wants him.

She could only nod and Luke takes it as the sign to lean in, but just as his lips is about to brush against hers, she freaks-

"Wait" she steps back. Luke opens his mouth, "No. No more 'sorry's from you. This one's one me. I'm sorry but... this- this" She sighs, "I have to be honest with you."

Then she tells Luke everything- Nick, The Hall Pass, her plans for tonight- basically admitting to using him.

When she's done, she expects for Luke to get angry, to leave in a huff and never want to see her again.

That's not what happens.

"This Nick guy sounds like a piece of work" he says.

Julie nods slowly, "Yeah... I guess he was. So maybe that's why I did it. But I don't think I could have gone through with it. Like I don't think we're together, me and Nick but-"

"You wouldn't want to do what he did. Because you don't want to hurt people," Luke surmises, understanding, "And by doing that, that means you're a better person than he is."

"I guess"

"No Julie, you're a good person" Luke insists, "Man, I think that makes me like you even more."

Julie laughs, "God, if my high school self could see me now..."

"You were a big fan?"

"I'm not having this conversation right now with you,"

"Okay cuz now you got me curious-"

Julie swats his shoulder but it doesn't deter the guy from snickering.

On a more serious note though-

"I think..." Julie hums, "I think this means that I got some stuff to work through. Before I could start considering... this."

"I understand"

"But thank you... Luke. For tonight"

"It's been real, Julie,"Luke smiles and pulls her in for a half hug, "And you should keep the jacket. Looks better on you anyway."

****

Julie goes back to Flynn's that night and her bestie's still awake, wanting all the deets. But there's not much to tell. Nothing happened.

She shrugs off the jacket and resigns to the couch, not caring that her makeup is still on. She's about ready to pass out.

Her phone dings.

She pulls it out and sees two notifications.

luke_patterson is now following you

luke_patterson is requesting to message you.

Curious, she accepts the request.

'here if you want to talk, Tin Foil :P'

Julie rolls her eyes and collapses onto the couch, sleeping with a smile on her face.

She doesn't know it now, but the oncoming years would be filled with more messages back and forth, meetups with their friends for more shady street food, building a solid foundation of friendship and eventually, when Luke asks again if he could kiss her, Julie would eagerly prop herself on her toes to close the gap.

Yeah, Julie's high school self would definitely be screaming...

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Fuck Me Up

NSFW Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

requested by anon: Eddie/Venom w/ a girl that has serious daddy kink (bc that’s me) Like she accidentally slipped it out and it just turned on Both Eddie and Venom so freakin much but Eddie just don’t want to admit but venom is like a super freak about it that will be nice thanks

requested by anon:  *slips quietly into the ask box with a hoodie pulled down over their face and slips a little note in before quickly running away into the night* 'What if Venom has a daddy and/or breeding kink?' *as you look at the note all you can think is* 'wtf'

requested by anon:  hello 🅱️🅱️ could you do some kinky eddie/venom x reader where the reader has a daddy kink 👁👄👁 oops maybe some ddlg factors in there

warning:  male dom, explicit smut, daddy kink, oral 

Eddie kicked the door shut behind him as he held your waist in his hands.  Your lips were pressed together tightly.  You had been waiting for this all night.  You had went to a nice dinner with Eddie, it was a treat.  It made you feel special to know he cared so much about you.  

Eddie took you there to make you feel like a princess for a night.  The princess he knew you were, at least to him.  He had been craving you all night.  He wanted you more than anything right now.  Even at dinner, all he could think about was getting on top of you.  He watched you eat, wishing you were putting something else in your mouth.  Venom made sure to play into Eddie’s thought.  “Just wait ‘til we take her home,” he placed the thought inside Eddie’s mind.  He had already been thinking about you, but the monster amplified his feelings.  It took everything in him to keep from growing stiff at dinner.  The little dress you wore only encouraged him more.  Your breasts hung out and your ass was very visible.  Every curve could be seen, nothing was hidden.  It made him more territorial of you tonight.  He could feel Venom stewing inside him anytime any male even slightly looked at you.  Even if it was the waiter asking you for your order, he was angry.  You were his, not anyone else’s.  He only wanted his eyes on you.  He knew he was being dramatic, but that did not matter when Venom got involved.  “We will show her who she belongs to very soon,” he hissed in the back of Eddie’s mind.

He held onto the back of your neck tight, his lips pressing even more firmly against yours.  He had you pinned against the wall next to the door.  He ran a hand down your backside, grabbing your ass and squeezing it.  You moaned at his touch.  Eddie purred at your sound, “Tell me, princess.  Who did you go and get all dressed up for tonight?”  You smiled through his kisses, “You, Ed.”  He grinned, “Oh?  Little ole me?  Is that so?”  Eddie bit his lip.  He ran his hand up your dress, stopping at your soaking opening.  “Oh, God.  Already so worked up, little girl?  I did not know I had this kind of affect on you,” his mouth hung open.  He stuck two thick fingers inside you and began thrusting.  Your head fell back against the wall.  “Damn, you���re so tight,” Eddie growled.  

Eddie nipped at your neck, “Now... tell me, who is it that you belong to?”  Your breath was escaping you.  His fingers pumping inside you had your mind spinning.  “You, daddy,” you spit out.  Eddie’s motions stopped and he pulled his lips from your neck.  His eyes looked into yours, “What did you just call me?”  You felt your cheeks fill with your embarrassment.  “I-I-I’m sorry... I-It just slipped out... I-I-I,” you muttered under your breath.  “Say it again,” Eddie whispered breathlessly.  You bit your lip and whispered, “Daddy.”  Eddie breathed out quickly.  His expression was serious.  “Holy fuck.  You have no idea how much that turns me on,” he whispered.  His breathing became heavy.  A new sensation of running through him.  He felt more dominant than ever.  You were his, and you admitted it.  He placed a firm hand on your neck, “So, you’re daddy’s little girl, eh?  Never thought you’d call me that.  But, God, I am happy you did.”  His hand felt so good on your neck.  He was being so dominant.  You wanted him now more than ever.

Suddenly you felt something crawling up your leg.  “So, we’ve got a new nickname,” Venom growled in your ear.  Eddie’s attention did not leave you even with the arrival of Venom.  Venom wrapped himself around you, making his way under your dress and feeling you.  You shivered at his touch.  Eddie cupped your cheek in his hand, “Oh, the things I am going to do to you tonight.  You have no idea what you’ve done to me now.”  He pressed his lips back to yours, sloppily.  “Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you,” he mumbled.  In a swift motion, he picked you up and began carrying you to the bedroom.  Venom stared at you the entire way, his arousal very apparent.  Eddie laid you on the bed gently.  You looked up at him.  He rubbed his hands together as he stood looking over you.  He bunched up your dress, revealing your lace panties.  He quickly pulled them off, throwing them to the floor.  He leaned down and placed a tender kiss against your lips, “How would daddy’s girl feel if he worked a little magic before fully going in?”  You shook your head in agreement.  “That’s what I like to hear,” he groaned.  He knelt down in front of your opening.  He placed your legs on each shoulder.  He pressed his face between them, licking up your slit.  You threw your head back in pleasure, moaning his name.  Eddie bit his lip, “Now, now.  What is my actual name?”  You moaned, “Daddy.”   “That’s more like it,” he growled.  He pressed his face deeper between your legs, his touch began making circles on your clit.  You gripped the sheets below you, balling them up in your hand.  You called out to him, making sure to call him the thing he wanted to be called.  He moved his attention to your inner thigh, kissing and biting it.  He shoved three hefty fingers inside you, pumping them fast.  “Fuck, daddy,” you could feel yourself getting close to the edge. 

Eddie promptly pulled his fingers out of you, standing up.  You whined at his sudden movement.  “Bratty little girl, aren’t you?  Don’t worry, daddy is about to give you the thing you’ve been wanting,” he purred above you.  He pulled his pants down, revealing his member being contained by his boxers.  You bit your lip in anticipation.  He slowly pulled his boxers down, teasing you.  When he finally revealed his long, hard cock you groaned at the site.  You could feel yourself quivering at the site of him.  You suddenly felt Venom wrap himself around you neck, “Now then, tell us what you want us to do to you.”  You moaned, “Fuck me.”  Venom licked your neck, “Who do you want to fuck you, baby girl?”  You groaned.  Eddie grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head.  His cock was resting at your opening, one thrust and he’d be inside.  Eddie looked you in the eyes, “You heard him.  We don’t know who you want to fuck you unless you tell us.”  You licked your lips, “You, daddy.  I want you to fuck me.”  Venom growled in your ear, “Good girl.”  

With one swift motion, Eddie’s cock was inside you.  You screamed out in euphoria.  It was music to Eddie and Venom’s ears.  “Fuck.  Daddy’s little princess knows exactly what he wants to hear,” Eddie moaned.  He thrusted inside you, keeping a steady pace.  Venom kept his grip on your neck, now also holding your wrists above your head.  Eddie held your hips in his large hands.  “Faster, daddy,” you called out.  Eddie smiled, “As you wish.”  He picked up the pace, pounding into you now.  You could feel your orgasm approaching, but you did not want to finish until you knew Eddie would allow it.  “D-Daddy, I-I’m real close.  Do I-I have you-your permission,” you asked.  “Of course, baby.  Cum for me,” he purred.  Your orgasm ripped through you.  Your entire body was tingling from the sensation.  Eddie soon followed after you.  He finished inside you, making sure to fill you up. 

Eddie laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms.  He kissed you on the head, “Daddy’s girl.”  You giggled, “Always.”  

~~~

End

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[madscientistjournal]

Fiction: Disinhibited

An excerpt from the journals of Combat Search & Rescue Consultant Lana McGee, as provided by Myna Chang Art by Luke Spooner

Don’t call me a mercenary. Those guys are pricks. Kidnappers and murderers, the lot of them. I’m not like that. Sure, I get paid for my work, and yeah, I love a good explosion. Who doesn’t? But my job is to save people. Pull them out of bad situations. Bring them home safe.

I’m not an asshole.

“I didn’t think you were, Ma’am.”

Oh shit, did I say all that out loud?

“Yes, Ma’am, you did.”

Wow, this pilot doesn’t look old enough to shave, let alone fly a chopper.

“I shave, Ma’am.”

“You heard that, too?”

“Yes, Ma’am. My CO warned me this might happen.”

“Name’s Lana, not Ma’am. So, they told you about my disability?” Their word, not mine.

“They said you got a piece of shrapnel in your head. War souvenir. Said you blurt out whatever crosses your mind.”

“Yep,” I nod. “Frontal Lobe Disinhibition. Basically, if I think it, I say it. That’s why I’m freelancing now.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Not a merc. Got it.”

Pilot’s quick. And he does shave. Sexy stubble. Yum. Like to run my tongue up that jawline and–

“Due respect, Ma’am, I’m authorized to tell you to shut up.”

I bite my rogue tongue hard enough to draw blood. Damn it, Lana. Stop scaring the cute flyboy.

He flicks his eyes toward me and grins. “Truth is, Ma’am, I don’t scare easy.”

Oh. Well, then. I smile and shift in the seat. “Just to be clear … You wouldn’t mind–”

“Approaching the drop zone, Ma’am.”

I chuckle. His smile turns to a blush. Tease. “Fine, kick me out of your helicopter. Come on, Diamond, we’ve got people to rescue.”

My German Shepherd sits while I attach a jump harness to her K-9 armor. Takes about three seconds. We’ve done hundreds of these short jumps, and it never gets old. She woofs, ready to go.

“Godspeed.”

“You talking to me or the dog?”

“Both of you, Ma’am.”

He maneuvers the chopper over the moonlit compound and flashes a cheeky grin at me again. I try to keep my mouth shut, but as usual, the words tumble out.

“I’m probably gonna lick your stubbly jaw when this mission’s over, Pilot. Diamond might, too.”

“Countin’ on it, Ma’am.”

I laugh and step into the air.

~

The research facility sits on a swath of blacktop, devoid of plant life, a big wart on a bald head. The gate hangs open. I toss a handful of debris at the razor-wire fence, but it doesn’t spark. Looks like the power’s out. Not a good sign.

I was hoping this job would be a quickie: rescue the dashing scientist, secure his peculiar research, get home in time for dinner. Guess I should’ve known better. Anything involving Chase Mathews isn’t going to be easy.

“At least the compound hasn’t been bombed yet, huh girl?”

Diamond doesn’t respond. She’s good like that.

A Jeep sits abandoned near the fence. Wet-looking handprints smear the windshield, and a case of medical supplies has toppled onto the asphalt.

We skirt it, watching for movement, hoping for some sign of life as we approach the entrance. Nothing stirs. I tighten my grip on the MTAR submachine gun strapped across my chest, and we enter the facility.

Lobby’s dark, except for orange warning lights at the guard’s terminal. My NVGs flare in time with the flashes, so I pull them off. Diamond’s night vision is more reliable than the goggles, anyway. She’s the most capable combat partner I’ve worked with; I trust her with my life.

She nudges me. I nod, and she ghosts away, into the darkness. Nothing will get past her. A low growl, five yards to the right, alerts me to an enemy combatant. I bring my MTAR to bear, just in time. Two quick bursts, and the bad guy goes down.

I love this fucking gun. Compact and efficient, with a little kick. Kind of like me.

Diamond circles the lobby, vigilant, then returns to my side. I prod the body splayed in front of me. Scrawny dude, white lab coat. Blisters all over his face.

Or are those pustules? Jesus, that’s nasty looking. Diamond keens and backs away. I follow her lead. A blister-thing quavers and ruptures, spurting out thick goo. Hard to tell in the darkness, but I think it’s green.

I’ll never eat lime Jell-O again. Diamond rubs her head on my thigh; she won’t either.

“Come on, girl. Our dashing scientist isn’t going to rescue himself.”

She snorts her disapproval. Diamond had never liked Chase. She’d peed on his shoes every chance she got. My dog’s smart. I should have listened.

~

We creep down the hallway behind the guard station. Emergency lights flicker, strobing the corridor in snapshots of weirdness.

Flash. Body on the floor.

Flash. Smear of blood.

Flash. Heap of clothing, soaked with green sludge.

I wish the freakin’ light would either stay on or go dark. Vertigo pulses with every disco blink.

Diamond lets out a cautionary rumble, and I pull up my gun, ready to fire. A woman covered in angry boils slumps on the floor, back against the wall. She reaches out blindly, hands grasping air.

My first-aid kit’s in my pack, but I’m not ready to take my finger off the trigger guard; Diamond’s hackles are still up. The woman’s mouth opens and tainted saliva gushes out. Looks like pond scum.

I don’t think my emergency band-aids will do you much good, lady.

She jerks toward my voice, moaning. Spit froths on her lips. Several of her boils burst, popping like firecrackers, loud enough I can hear them over my thundering heartbeat. Syrupy goop, smelling of burnt licorice, oozes from the sores. Her body cants sideways and her shoulder hits the floor.

Nothing I can do will help her now. Maybe we’ll find a miracle cure in the lab. Diamond and I hug the far side of the hallway, avoiding her still-seeking arms. The thick fluids pooling around her body seem to throb in time with the emergency lights, and the cloying odor intensifies as we pass.

I’m not sure what we’ve gotten ourselves into, but I sure hope this bug isn’t airborne. Our combat armor should protect us from physical contaminants, but it doesn’t do anything to block out the stink.

We come to a junction. I remember the blueprints and hang a left. The bulb in this hallway’s dim, but at least it’s not blinking. Unfortunately, the path is blocked by a mass of writhing bodies.

All naked–explains the abandoned clothes back there–dotted with throbbing cysts. Many have already ruptured, leaving curdled trails of emerald slime. I stare, fascinated. The people are fusing together; everywhere the goo touches, their skin melds. Limbs, feet, heads, all merging into one giant blob.

Diamond paws the floor. One of the faces snaps up, focusing its attention on her. We back away. A distorted jaw juts out, leering. It trembles, and a body begins to emerge from the fused clump of flesh, first a shoulder, then a torso. Straining to reach us, it makes a squelching slurp and tears free–an arm, two legs.

The legs don’t match.

My stomach turns. The newly assembled monster stumbles and lurches at Diamond.

I shoot it in the head. It stops, but doesn’t fall, so I pop it again, center mass, where a heart and lungs should be. It totters for a split second before collapsing.

Diamond whines; the rest of the entangled mound of creatures squirms toward us. Maybe the gunfire got its–their?–attention. They stretch and heave, inching closer. Unnatural liquids gurgle and flesh splits as they rip themselves apart, rubbery appendages groping relentlessly in Diamond’s direction.

I flip the toggle on my MTAR to full auto and spray the clusterfuck. No way in hell those abominations are gonna get sticky with my pup. I let up on the trigger and watch for movement, then give them another blast, just to be sure.

I guess a full magazine was enough to do the job, which is good because, damn, that’s a scary pile of monsters. But now the hallway’s coated in weird-colored gore. Not gonna risk going through that mess. Doesn’t matter, though. According to the map, all hallways lead to the inner lab, where the research stuff should be stored.

And Chase. Can’t forget him, the handsome, charming scientist. My ex.

~

Don’t call me a mercenary. Those guys are pricks.

The electronic lock is toast and the lab door won’t open. Something’s wedged it shut. I kick it, hard, but that only hurts my foot.

“Chase? Are you in there?” Hope he’s not glued to the mishmash back in the hallway.

Diamond watches my back while I pound on the reinforced steel.

“Lana? Is that you?”

“Yeah, and I wanna see if you still turn me on.” Damn it.

“Are you infected?”

“I can still talk, can’t I?” Of course I can. It’s my biggest problem.

The door cracks open. He squints at me.

“Why’d they send you?”

“No one else’d take the job.” True story.

Diamond and I squeeze through the door and shove it closed again.

“Did you bring a platoon of Marines to save me?” Chase demands.

I spread my arms. “Just us.”

He groans.

Not as charming as I remember.

“If you’re all they sent,” he says, “they’re going to nuke the whole island, aren’t they?”

“Probably. I figure we’ve got another hour before the bombing starts.”

“No, no, no, it’s too valuable,” he mutters, already ignoring me.

Feels like old times.

His motions are jerky. He grabs a backpack and shoves miniature computer drives and scraps of paper into it.

Definitely not a turn-on anymore. Looks like hell, all bug-eyed and twitchy. Kinda soft around the edges.

He stops and glares at me.

Stinks, too.

“Still the motor-mouthed bitch.”

Oops. “I didn’t mean–”

“Yeah, you did. You’ve always been an asshole. The piece of shrapnel just makes it more obvious.”

That hurts. Gotta admit it. A muffled thud from the hallway preempts my snarky response. Diamond snarls, low and intense. The warning tone sends goosebumps up my spine.

“Chase, what happened to those people?”

He shrugs. “Sample got out. Spread a lot faster than I expected.”

“Sample? The research I’m supposed to retrieve?”

“Thought you were here to rescue me.”

“Yeah, but boss-man said you’re low priority. ‘Get the research,’ he said. ‘Grab the scientist, too, if you can.’ That’s what he said.”

“God, I hate the military,” Chase spits.

I have to agree, at least a little. CO didn’t mention the rest of the research staff. Guess the woman in the hall is zero-priority in his book. I call bullshit on that–I’ll save whoever I can.

“Is there a cure, or an antidote?”

“Why?” he asks, backing away from me. “Did you get any of the transfer medium on you?”

“You mean the green goo? No. But maybe some of the others are still alive.”

He goes back to rifling through the science junk on his desk. “I only make the contagions. Cures are someone else’s department.”

Seriously? “So you’re a full-on mad scientist now?”

“I prefer bioweapon engineer.”

I stare at him. Has he always been this cold-hearted?

Diamond barks, two short yips. That’s a yes.

Chase rolls his eyes and I realize I’ve spoken out loud again. He glares at Diamond.

“Bitch.”

“You talking to me or the dog?”

“What do you think?” He shoulders past me, opening a biohazard safe. Polished steel containers crowd the shelf. They look like those expensive vacuum insulated tumbler thingies. He yanks one out.

“You keep your weaponized slime in a fancy coffee cup?”

He sneers and shoves the container into the backpack. “I can’t believe they sent a brain damaged mercenary to rescue me.”

That’s ‘value-priced consultant’ to you, jerkface. Diamond snarls, exposing her fangs.

“Can you both shut up?” His hands shake.

Wait. Faster than he expected? How did the sample get out?

“A test,” he answers. “Proof of concept for the buyer.”

“You infected those people on purpose? So you can sell that stuff?”

He laughs. “You weren’t very smart, even before the shrapnel.” He zips his pack and turns.

Something’s wrong with his face.

Diamond’s growl modulates into a high-pitched howl–her extreme danger signal. Almost too late, I realize why: Chase is infected. I didn’t see it before. Hard to miss now.

I raise my MTAR. A smudge of emerald gel shimmers on the edge of the safe behind him. “Don’t move.”

He gapes at me, incredulous. “Put the gun down, Lana.”

I shake my head. “You must’ve gotten sloppy with your death jelly.”

“How dare you?” He frowns and scratches at a freshly blossoming pustule on his right cheek. His fingers drip green. “No!”

Diamond moves into a defensive position, guarding me. Chase stares dumbly at his stained hand. He raises frightened eyes to mine.

“Lana, help me.”

My gun barrel wavers. Diamond barks, short and sharp, warning him to stay back, reminding me to follow protocol. Chase reaches out to me.

“Please–” His voice devolves into a mewl. Sanity, whatever’s left of it, drains from his eyes. His face morphs, cheeks melting in a slurry of jade-colored paste. Pus drips from his scalp. He screams and launches himself at me, and for the first time in my professional career, I freeze.

But Diamond doesn’t.

She meets him mid-air, bashing into him with her shoulder. She ricochets off his body, crashing to the floor a few feet from where he lands. Teeth bared, she’s up in an instant, but he’s already charging toward her, crablike, faster than I’ve ever seen him move.

Diamond! Don’t bite him!

I don’t know if I’ve screamed or if she’s read my mind, but she keeps her mouth off him. We slide into a familiar rhythm of charge and retreat, strike and evade. She dodges, giving me a clear shot. I squeeze the trigger. Chase’s head explodes.

Clabbered wet tissue splatters across his desk. Ears ringing, I inch closer and nudge the slack body, but it doesn’t move. His entire head is gone. I doubt anything could survive that, but I give him a double tap, two to the chest, to be safe. Then I drop the gun and rush to Diamond.

You stupid dog. Did the goo splash you? I run my hands over her armor, up and down her legs, check her mouth and her teeth. After examining her doggie armpits for the second time, my panic dissipates. She’s okay; the K-9 gear did its job. She nuzzles my face, and I realize she’s cleaning up my tears. I wrap my arms around her, trembling. Good girl.

~

I call for evac and wait for the thump of chopper blades to split the air.

On a normal mission, I’d feel rotten about failing to bring my target home alive. This time, not so much. I drag a clean duffel behind me. It’s filled with Chase’s notes and computer drives, but not the bio sample. I left that crap behind for the bombs to take care of.

The chopper circles. I flash my light, three quick blinks, and it lands.

“Look, Diamond, it’s the yummy pilot.”

She woofs and thumps her tail.

“Oh, you approve of this one?”

She barks twice; that’s a yes.

“Okay then, let’s go give him a lick.”

Combat Search & Rescue Consultant Lana McGee specializes in the retrieval of personnel and property from high-risk environments. McGee is assisted by a Hero-Class German Shepherd named Diamond. McGee has recently raised her consultation fees, and now charges a premium for any “mad scientist bullshit.”

Myna Chang writes flash and short stories. Her work has been featured in Daily Science Fiction, The Copperfield Review, Defenestration, and Dead Housekeeping, among others. Find her @MynaChang or read more at mynachang.com.

Luke Spooner, a.k.a. ‘Carrion House,’ currently lives and works in the South of England. Having recently graduated from the University of Portsmouth with a first class degree, he is now a full time illustrator for just about any project that piques his interest. Despite regular forays into children’s books and fairy tales, his true love lies in anything macabre, melancholy, or dark in nature and essence. He believes that the job of putting someone else’s words into a visual form, to accompany and support their text, is a massive responsibility, as well as being something he truly treasures. You can visit his web site at www.carrionhouse.com.

“Disinhibited” is © 2019 Myna Chang Art accompanying story is © 2019 Luke Spooner

Fiction: Disinhibited was originally published on Mad Scientist Journal

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Restraint (18+)

**Author Note**

Underfell Sans x Reader

Word count: 3993

So this is for the lovely @malenchka! Who thought some angsty/fluffy/smut would be fun. Which it is (at least, I think so).

ALSO MASSIVE SIZE DIFFERENCE. *wink wonk*

 **End Note**

You sighed, allowing your head to hit the surface of the steering wheel with a dull thump as you stared up at the house.

You were late. Really late.

Of course, you hadn’t intended to be – far from it. But just as you were ending your shift at the usual time, a massive party of 12 had rolled in, demanding to be served; and your boss couldn’t possibly turn away the business. She’d been going through a really tough time recently – her young son was just coming out of hospital, and she’d been saddled with the bills; she didn’t have a choice in the matter. And you, being the sap that you were, couldn’t bring yourself to just leave her to deal with all that work – no, you stayed, and you were happy that you did.

But you knew that Sans wouldn’t be.

You grumbled, thumping your head again. Your relationship with the skeleton monster was still in the early stages, but you had to admit you’d moved a little faster than you usually would, considering you were already living with the guy. But you were happy – and you loved him, even though you hadn’t dared to admit that to him as of yet. You were still a little…intimidated. He was, like other monsters, pretty freakin’ huge – not just tall, but wide as well. Which was great, you know, if you wanted a hug. But when the guy got angry, you could see why other people got freaked out.

But you knew that deep down he was just an edgy marshmallow.

No, you were more intimidated by his flighty nature, more than anything else – it had taken him a long time to actually admit that he had feelings for you, after all; before that point, you’d actually assumed that he’d hated you (what an emotional roller-coaster that was, considering your more than obvious attempts at seducing him at the time). And you worried that, if you did gather up the gall to tell him that you loved him, he’d simply run away – he was a complicated guy, and just as emotionally constipated as his brother at times.

You sighed, looking over to the passenger seat which held the massive bag of Fellby’s that you’d picked up on the way home – you sincerely hoped that that, and the industrial sized bottle of mustard you’d also picked up, would be enough to suffice as an apology.

It was one of the things he was a stickler for – always freaked out if you were late to something, or if your routine changed just a touch, and you could understand why, even if it was annoying at times. Life in the Underground had been tough for all the monsters, some more than others; and as such, Sans had a few….trust issues. But you were working on it, and he was trying.

Gathering your courage, you grabbed the straining bag of food, stepping out of the car and power-walked up to the house, not wanting to waste yet more time.  

Stepping into the house instantly set your nerves on edge; it was pitch black, save for the singular lamp that happened to still be on your coffee table. Gulping, you walked in, quietly closing the door behind you – perhaps he’d gone to bed?

Though you knew in your gut that was a pretty stupid assumption to make.

Letting out an anxious puff of air, you set the bag down on the coffee table, straining your eyes as you looked around you.

“….Sans? I’m….I’m home. I’m really sorry, I-”

You suddenly shriek as the main light turns on, revealing Sans lounging on the couch near-by, his eye-lights angry embers as he glared in your direction, baring his teeth. It was times like this that it struck you how big the guy was – you only just made it up to his vague stomach area, for heaven’s sake. And at the moment, he was taking full advantage of that size as he stretched across the couch, digging his clawed phalanges into your precious couch cushions.

All in all, he was like most monsters in regards to his fashion sense – he favoured wearing black and red, and nothing could be done to persuade him otherwise. He more or less lived in his usual clothing; not that you minded too much, as frankly, he looked damn good in it. He wore a thick-knit read sweater and black jacket, which had a heavy amount of faux fur on the collar (you’d once compared him to a startled cat because of it, which he took instant offence to). On the bottom half, he wore a long pair of basketball shorts (and you weren’t kidding when you said they were long – you once wore them as a dress amuse him; he’d laughed for hours), and a pair of worn to death red and black sneakers, which he refused to get rid of (apparently they were lucky). But what always caught your attention was his spiked, black leather collar and chain; he’d never quite explained why he wore it, but you couldn’t help the tightening in your loins whenever you happened to look at it a touch too long.

However, at this moment you instantly felt irked under his accusing stare – you’d stopped being intimidated by his size a long time ago. Besides, he was a midget compared to his brother.

“What? Were you just going to sit there in the darkness and stare at me?”

He growled, sitting up a little more as he glared at you.

“yer’ late.”

“Yeah. That was why I was apolo-”

“why are ya late?”

“….I was working. We had a huge party of people who suddenly-”

“ya got proof of that, doll?”

You scowled at his condescending tone.

“Yeah. You can ask my fucking boss if you don’t believe me – but honestly? I thought that you’d have some faith in me by now.”

He scoffed, pulling himself up to standing and lumbering over to look down at you while you held your ground, still glaring up at him.

“i don’t think ya quite get it, sweetheart.”

“No, I get it completely – you’re being a paranoid arsehole, and I’ve got to admit, I’m pretty sick of it.”

“….then why don’t ya jus’ leave.”

Now it was your turn to scoff – you’d seen this behaviour from him before, and you certainly weren’t buying it.

“You already know that I don’t want to.”

“do i?”

You narrowed your eyes, stepping closer to his gargantuan form to jab him hard in the stomach.

“Yes, you do. Why else are we standing here talking if I didn’t want to stay? Why would I have bothered to come home at all, hmm? I mean, hell, I even bought you Fellby’s. And a fuck ton of mustard. You’re welcome, by the way.”

He growled under his breath, leaning down a little more to your level.

“imma monster, sweetheart-”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

His mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile at your sass, but he was still too angry to cave quite yet.

“tha point is, why woulda wanna stay with a monster when ya could be off being normal with some other human, right?”

“I don’t want to be normal.”

He grumbled again, but froze up when you reached up and grabbed him hard by the collar, tugging him closer.

“….if being normal means I don’t get to be with you, I don’t ever want to be normal. You big idiot, when are you going to get that? For fuck sake, I lo-”

You cut yourself off, luckily. Could have made a bad situation a lot worse there, phew.

But he didn’t seem satisfied but that, narrowing his sockets as he suddenly picked you up by the thighs, standing up as he stared you hard in the face.

“...what were ya gonna say, kitten?”

“….not the point. The point is, you’re being a big paranoid dumb-ass, and there’s no point. Look, you know my boss is going through a tough time, and she couldn’t just turn them down-”

Sans groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, effectively silencing you.

“m’sorry. i know, i’m being stupid. you didn’t deserve me bein’ like that. but i jus’ -”

“I know. But I’m not like those other monsters and humans – I’m not here to use you. I’m here because I….I really care about you, you know? And I’m not going anywhere – even if you do look like an oversized Halloween decoration who shops at Hot Topic.”

He paused, before letting out a deep laugh that reverberated up through your thighs, finally allowing his face to fall into that smile that you’d fallen in love with.

“heh. sweetheart, i’ve got far more style than that.”

You instantly purred, leaning up to gently kiss the corner of his mouth.

“You certainly do. Now, are you going to stop being silly and eat some Fellby’s with me?”

He gulped, instantly freezing up at your contact – it was another problem you’d encountered with him. He was constantly terrified that he was going to break you; it’d taken him a good month to even hug you. And due to that, your sex life with him, well….hadn’t happened. The closest you’d come to kissing him was your little kisses to the corners of his mouth.

“Hey, look at me.”

He does, his flaming eye-lights boring into you with rapt attention, his claws digging sweetly into your thighs.

“You’re not going to break me. Look, you’re holding me up at the moment without crushing me, right? I’m fine, Sans – more than fine, in fact...”

You lean up once more, kissing a little more deliberately, allowing your tongue to come out just a touch to gently trace the edge of his mouth; he shuddered, his groan igniting a fire deep within you.

“k-kitten, ya d-don’t know what yer’ doin’-”

“Oh, but I do. Sans….please.”

He looked into your face, processing your begging expression, and gulping, his face instantly flaring up with a fiery blush.

“s-sweetheart...”

With a desperate groan, his mouth finally descends down upon yours, his claws palming your thighs as you sighed happily in return, reaching up to gently trace along his neck as he kissed you.

And you were shocked by gentle he was being, considering his incredibly sharp teeth – in fact, thinking about it, that was probably why he was being gentle. All the same, it made you shudder; he was being so slow, so gentle, so sweet….it made you squirm in place as he kissed you, as you ached to be closer – until you felt him start to draw away.

You couldn’t have that.

You deliberate licked him, long and hard; you felt his hands instantly still, going rigid. You smirked, repeating your lick; but you didn’t expect for him to lick back. Before you knew it, his tongue was wrapping around yours as he let out an animalistic groan, deepening the kiss as he explored your mouth. Your body reflexively arched at the sensations as you let out a quiet moan, spurning him on as he hesitantly nibbled on your bottom lip; you groaned, digging your fingernails into the surface of his neck, making him shudder and groan back, his kisses becoming more desperate as he allowed himself to finally succumb to his needs.

You’re not sure who broke the kiss, but eventually you found yourself panting, staring up at him as he stared down at you, his eye-lights burning as his chest heaved with clear restraint.

“fuck….kitten, y-ya so...”

“Perfect? Awesome in every way?”

He snorted, his grin widening.

“heh. nah, that kinda pales in comparison to ya – words can’t describe whatcha do to me.”

You blush – it wasn’t often that he’d have the confidence to break out the mushy lines, and you certainly didn’t complain when he did; they made your soul soar.

“Well, I-I….I’d like to….find out what I do to you. If you know what I mean.”

His smile fades as he stares down at you, his eye-lights smouldering.

“sweetheart, ya don’t know whatcha askin’.”

“Believe me, I do.”

“no, ya really don’t. doll, listen….i’m pretty….rough. and i don’t wanna-”

You growled, tugging hard on his collar as you glared up at him.

“I like it rough.”

He growled back at you, his expression desperate – but you knew you had to push harder.

“Sans. I want you to fuck me – and I want you to do it rough. Fuck, ever since I saw this stupid thing-”

You tugged his collar hard again for emphasis, drawing a gasp from him.

“-it’s all I’ve wanted. Please. I want you. I want you so bad-”

He groaned, his claws travelling up to your ass as he descended on your neck, kissing and nibbling, teeth scraping against your skin; you knew that he was testing your limits – you tugged on his collar harshly, body arching as you revelled in the attention.

“Harder.”

He moaned, biting into the flesh of your shoulder, leaving you gasping, clawing at his chest desperately at the sensation of pain and pleasure mixing together oh so sweetly. You sighed in ecstasy as he withdrew, watching your expressions hungrily, drinking in every last drop of your lust for him.  

“...ya good?”

“More than.”

“….ya wanna continue this?”

You simply groaned, tugging hard at his collar in need, fingers scraping against the surface of his neck; he shuddered, receiving your answer loud and clear. Before you were even aware of what was happening, he’d teleported the two of you to your bedroom, and promptly ripped the clothes you were wearing off your body, throwing the rags over his shoulder as he looked down at you, burning eye-lights travelling every inch of your skin, leaving you to squirm under his gaze.

“….yer fuckin’ perfect.”

You blushed, starting to look away before your face is turned hard back to him, his gaze burning you with its intensity.

“no. ya only gonna look at me tonight, and me alone.”

You gulped, nodding your head as your body twitched, your wetness beginning to trickle down your thighs at his sudden dominance. He purred, smile stretching as he brought your body up to his, tongue tracing the bite mark he’d left earlier, making you shudder delicately in response.

“….everyone’s gonna see this, and know ya mine.”

You sighed needily, clutching at his shoulder as the rest of your body squirmed, desperate for contact.

“don’t worry kitten, i gotcha – you’ll get whatcha want.”

You groaned in impatience, twitching as he licked at your wound again, purring in the back of his throat.

“jus’ one thing, doll – i wanna know what ya were gonna say.”

You froze at that, kicking yourself for forgetting your slip-up; you knew Sans, knew that he didn’t forget details like that.

“...I don’t know what you mean.”

He chuckled low against the surface of your neck, exhale tickling across your skin.

“sure ya do. ‘sides, think i know what ya were gonna say.”

“….no, you don’t.”

“sure i do. ‘cause i was gonna say it first.”

You froze, eyes going wide as he withdrew from your neck, fixing you in place with his intense stare.

“….sweetheart, i know that i’m an ass sometimes, but….i love ya. i love ya more that i thought i’d be capable of lovin’ anyone. m’sorry i’m such a shit when it comes ta stuff, but i….i jus’ don’t wanna lose ya.”

“….I get that. But I….I need my freedom, y’know?”

“’course ya do, and i’d never give ya anythin’ less. sweetheart, i love ya so much. is...is that whatcha wanted to say?”

You gulped, biting your lip as you stared up at him.

“...yeah. That’s what I-”

You’re cut off by his happy whoop as he swooped back down on your lips, leaving you to giggle in response.

“fuck, i’m so fucking lucky to have you-”

“I love you, Sans.”

He froze, looking at you with such sudden adoration, you worried that your heart might explode; you’d never seen him act so….assured before.

“So...now that you know I love you, and I have a huge bite mark on my neck….are you going to get so worried when I run a little late?”

He growled, his grin stretching.

“sweetheart, i’m always gonna worry – big bad world out there, after all.”

“I’m big and bad myself, thank you.”

He snorted, lifting up one of your hands pointedly to emphasise how small it was in comparison to his.

“you’re ma sweet delicate kitten. i ain’t about to let cha get hurt.”

“Just because you’re big bad monster, doesn’t mean that I don’t have my own tricks up my sleeves.”

He grinned wider, teeth glinting in the muted light of the bedroom as his body loomed over yours.

“oh yeah? how d’you mean, doll?”

You grinned back, happy he’d given you the answer that you wanted – as you reached up, yanking his head down by the collar while simultaneously lifting up the rest of your body to quickly wrap your legs around him, grinding your body against his as you practically purred against his teeth.

“...you forget, even kittens have claws, Sans.”

He growled, deep and low, his grin growing dangerous as his eye-lights seemed to flare.

“well, how mean i’ve been neglecting ya like i have. ya sure showed me.”

His hands quickly grabbed your hips, forcing your body back down to the bed with ease as he licked his teeth, leering down at you; before heading straight back to your neck and biting down without warning over his original wound. You mouth opens in a silent scream as your body attempts to arch and squirm; but he holds you tight, claws digging into your skin as he chuckles, licking lazily at the bite as you shudder, gnawing your lip as you restrained yourself from begging for more. And it seemed he knew of your wishes as he gently traced his teeth down your body, lapping with that same almost lazy speed at your nipples – but there was nothing lazy about the harshness of his claws as he pinned you to the bed. You groaned as he steadily worked his way down your stomach, seemingly intent on tasting every inch of your skin, all while he stared up at you intensely, watching every reaction his ministrations had on you.  

Suddenly, his lazy attitude went out the window as he all but yanked you legs apart, his tongue spreading the lips of your pussy apart with ease as he tasted you.

“Oh fuuuck….Sans...”

He smirked, switching back to his exaggerated slowness as he ate you out, seeming to revel in the way you squirmed and whined, your orgasm building inside you as if your insides had been replaced with embers.

“Sans...please...”

He chuckled, the sound reverberating against your pussy, making you let out yet another groan. But he didn’t make you beg any more – for in the next moment, your eyes shot wide open as his tongue started to worm it’s way inside you.

“Oh...oh fuuck!...”

And as simple as that, you came undone; he’d been teasing you for so long, you’d been wound so tight, and just the feeling of him filling you up…

“good girl. fuck sweetheart, yer’ so tight – heh, ready for the main course?”

He receives a wanton moan as a reply, his grin stretching wider as he started to pull off his clothes while you watched him hazily on the bed, your legs still twitching with the force of your previous orgasm.

But you couldn’t help your eyes widening at the size of him – if you’d thought his tongue was big….

“don’t cha worry, kitten. i’m gonna make ya feel so good.”

He leant down, gently kissing the side of your neck as he brushed your hair out of your face, burning eye-lights gazing down at you with such affection you felt yourself flushing almost instantly.

“...I know you will.”

He smirks, dipping his head and kissing you deeply – ensuring that you were completely relaxed and wanting as he lined himself up with your entrance; before gently starting to slide in.

You gasped, eyes wide as you felt yourself being filled far more that you’d ever experienced while he shushed you gently, kissing your neck so softly you shivered.

“yer’ doin’ so well, sweetheart….fuuuck, yer’ takin’ me so well...”

You moaned, your hips bucking in reflex to his words; which only shoved him in deeper. You both groaned at that; and before you could begin to recover, Sans grasped your hips and promptly hilted hard, grunting in ecstasy as he did so. But the expected pain never came – instead you were filled with such an insane amount of pleasure it brought a sob to your lips; you were so full, you were so full…

“shh, kitten, shh. yer’ so perfect, feel so good...”

You simply bucked your hips again, mewling in desperation.

“Please, please move, god, please, fuck me Sans!”

He snarled, his teeth bared as his claws dug into your hips, drawing himself almost out – before slamming back in hard. Doing it again. Then he was ramming into you with abandon, his eye-lights burning as he huffed, his gaze demanding that you only look at him.

Your hands clawed desperately against his ribs as he rutted into you, legs twitching as you felt that all too familiar coil begin to tighten inside you – which he seemed to notice as well.

“yer’...not allowed to cum…until i say, sweetheart.”

You whined, squirming your body against his in desperation, drawing a hiss from him as he fucked you ruthlessly – he growled at you for your lack of control.

“you want me ta stop?”

“No! No, please!”

“then ya gotta….fuckin’ wait.”

You bit your lip, brow furrowing as you desperately concentrated, which seemed to please him as he smirked down at you, ducking his head to lick at your wounds as he angled your hips upward – making you almost scream at how intense the new angle was.

“almost kitten…..almost...”

He grunted, his thrusts growing impossibly faster than before as dug his claws harshly into your hips, pulling your body hard down on his cock; your vision started to blur as you mewled, fighting your body’s urges as much as you were able – but you knew that he could feel you getting tighter around him as your muscles threatened to spasm.

“….cum for me, sweetheart.”

You screamed as your body exploded around you in the harshest pleasure you’d ever known, Sans swearing loudly above as he came at the same time, hot ropes of cum filling you to the point of spilling out around him as he spasmed inside you, hips jerking against your own to the point you knew you were going to have bruises to match your claw marks.

You both gasped for breath for a long time, locked together as you came off from your highs.

“….gods, yer’ so fuckin’ perfect.”

You giggled, still a little dazed as you looked into his eye-lights.

“See? Told you I like it rough.”

He snorted, kissing the top of your head as his body shook with laughter.

“...i love ya so much, sweetheart.”

You smiled warmly, before shuddering a little as he slowly pulled himself out of you, your body feeling horrifically empty in his absence.

“...heh, whoops. looks like we might need ta invest in new sheets.”

You groaned, mock glaring up at him.

“If I wasn’t so weak right now, I’d totally slap you.”

“nah, ya wouldn’t. know why?”

“...why?”

He chuckled, before carefully scooping you up and holding you to his chest, softly making his way out of the bedroom.

“’cause i’m tha guy that’s gonna run ya a bath, and feed ya fellby’s before tucking ya up in fresh sheets and sleepin’ with ya for tha week.”

“….I love you.”

He sniggered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he kicked open the door to the bathroom.

“love ya too, kitten.”

[iamsarsa]

unfinished drabbles

there’s three here? none of them finished so excuse the roughness. They’re all mostly centered on All Might & Sayu. Two of the three are angst-y so you know.

:3

First one takes place during the Sports Festival, Second one takes places during Stain’s apprehending. Third takes place in the hospital after Sayu’s fight with Stain.

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"This is... so, damn dull,” Sayuri sighed, letting herself fall back against the roof, putting her hands behind her head as she stared up at the clear sky. Her assigned security detail was stiflingly boring - she almost wished that she was back on the field performing again despite her embarrassment at having to relive her idol days for the sake of fans. 

"And to top it all off, I’m... so freakin’ hungry!" Her stomach had been growling for the past thirty minutes, and she knew she wouldn't have the time to go and grab any sort of snack or food. She hadn't had the time to make a lunch for either her or Toshinori, and they both had just assumed they'd be able to grab food at the festival. Of course for him, he was just there to support the first years and to make appearances as All Might, so grabbing food for him wasn’t an issue. Sayu however had found herself unable to get away from her duties to go and grab even a single stick of yakitori. As soon as she had finished her performance on the field and after a few quick autographs signed - she made her way to her assigned security detail without hesitation. No rest for a Hero, after all. 

She let out a dejected sigh now, glancing down at the food stalls longingly. The smells had somehow become stronger, the hungrier she got and she let out a groan of frustration as her stomach grumbled and her mouth watered.

"What am I gonna do... I can't be expected to fight on any empty stomach, right? Maybe I can sneak down for just a quick bite, the other heroes here will be fine and besides what can happen in like 5 minutes?" She had begun to mutter to herself, and hadn't noticed the looming shadow that had suddenly cast itself over her.

"I'll tell you what you're going to do... you're going to stop worrying! For I am-AUGH!"

She took no time in twisting her body to aim a kick at whoever had opted to sneak up behind her. It connected easily, nearly sending the large man across the roof and she turned to look at her would-be attacker, letting out a sudden shriek of realization and tripping over herself to kneel beside him.

"Shit! Tosh- All Might! Dammit, honey! Why the hell would you sneak up on me?! What are you even doing up here?" She knelt beside the larger Hero, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and peppering his face with kisses, "You idiot! You scared me, you're lucky I didn't use my full strength!" 

"A-ah... it's, alright! I'm... I'm oka-urk!" All Might's words cut off as steam released from his body and he shrunk down to his normal state, blood leaking from his mouth. He glanced up at Sayuri, wincing at the worried expression now on her face. His plan of surprising his sweetie had somehow backfired, and now he had her worried again. Not exactly what he had envisioned in any sense.

"You were saying?" His wife replied, glowering over him with worry written on her face and annoyance dripping from her words, "You really need to be more careful. How in the hell did you not dodge that anyway? You had the clear advantage, I had no idea you had snuck up on me."

He sat up, rubbing the back of his head and wiping the blood from his chin and offering up his best dazzling smile, "Because it was you of course, Sayu. My guard is always down around you...! How could I ever retaliate against my angel of a wife?”

"Cute... endearing even, but I'd rather not injure my already grievously injured husband. So next time, please dodge." She sighed, shaking her head before helping him to sit up and allowing him to envelop her in his arms for a hug where he placed a soft kiss on her forehead when she moved her head to look up at him, "But really, why are you here? You should be with the other teachers, shouldn't you? Not getting knocked out by your own wife, and what if someone sees us, I mean I know people are busy with the festival but still...”

He cut her worried words with a soft pat on her head before replying, "There's currently a break so the students can regroup themselves, so I thought it'd be okay if I snuck off to see how you were doing. I doubt anyone of note will see us up on the roof darling, and anyway, I knew you'd be hungry by now, so I thought I'd bring you something to eat!”

"You brought me food!?" She turned her body to face him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him, her anger suddenly dissipating at the mention of food, "This is why you're the best husband ever, sweetie!"

"Yeah, I brought you one of everything... extras of your favorite too. They didn't seem to think it was all that weird that All Might bought nearly an entire stalls worth of yakitori. Heh, if only they knew how insatiable your appetite is. Anyway... it's all in those baskets, hopefully it didn't get all mixed up when I got knocked down." He pointed out the baskets he had brought with him that were sitting on their sides, but thankfully seemed to be in one piece.

She closed her eyes, and he watched as the two baskets drifted over to where the two sat, settling down in front of them. He wasn't particularly hungry himself, and instead decided to wrap his arms around his wife, propping his chin ontop of her head to watch her eat. Despite their very obvious size difference, him being 7'2" no matter what form he was in and her being a comparatively diminutive even 5', she seemed to always fit perfectly in his arms. "Here," She had offered up a stick of yakitori, her arm reaching back towards him so the meat was right in front of his mouth, "Do not tell me you're not hungry, you need to eat, Toshinori." He winced at the sound of his real name, and leaned forward to take a bit of the offered yakitori, and he felt her head shift as she nodded in approval. "You haven't been worried about me, have you? There's really no need to be I'm fin-urk..." He stopped as he felt her elbow dig into him and instead leaned over to kiss her on the cheek rather than finish his sentence.

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It was that feeling, all over again... that intense bloodlust... the murderous rage that made her blood run cold. She could hear herself screaming, she could see Toshi's body in front of her again, that moment playing itself out in front of her yet again. Looming over his crumpled and broken body, the man of her nightmares getting ready to strike over and over again against the battered love of her life. This wasn’t happening again, it couldn’t be.. could it? And yet, she could see it right in front her eyes once more.  "Power Angel? Power Ange e...el..." People were calling her name but they sounded so distant, so far away... their words seemed to melt into oblivion as she felt herself push her body up, running towards the scene unfolding in front of her. She couldn’t this happen again, she couldn’t let him get hurt again due to her own failings, her own existence becoming the very distraction that led to his blood being spilled.  "I won't... won't let you... I WON'T LET YOU HURT HIM!" She let out a scream, hurling herself towards the man, feeling her fist connect with his face, grabbing the scarf around his neck to gain a grip to pummel him further. She could only see red, her ears buzzing unpleasantly as she screamed, feeling blood and bile beginning their ascent up her throat. Her strength was waning, she knew that... but she had to stop, had too, otherwise... otherwise... "Sayuri! Sayu! You've got to stop! Listen to me, dammit!" Stop? How could she stop when this monster was killing Toshi in front of her all over again? She felt her body shudder and shake with the sobs wracking her body as someone pulled her away from the target of her hatred and she collapsed against the ground, still screaming and struggling.

"Endeavor,  keep her down until medics arrive to sedate her! You two, stop gawking and grab her legs, she's stronger than she looks!"

"LET ME GO... PLEASE... HE'S KILLING HIM, YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO. TOSHI... TOSHINORI!" Pain wracked her body as she felt her body slam into concrete and she finally felt the sick taste of blood and vomit pass her lips. Strong arms kept her down, and she felt flames lick at her back and she cursed at herself for allowing weakness to take over her. Blackness threatened to overcome her vision and she struggled to keep her eyes open. "P-Please... you have to stop-stop him...All...All For One..." She let out one last sob as she felt her body become numb as the darkness finally overtook her sight and she felt herself slip away at last... one last thought rising up...

Please don’t leave me.

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When she woke up, she felt a familiar comforting presence resting on top of her and her eyes fluttered open - seeing the familiar frizzy blonde head nestled onto her lap. "T...Toshi..." She managed to croak out his name, lifting an arm littered with IVs to place on top of his head. Tears spilled out in relief at seeing him in front of her, still alive, that skinny body breathing steadily on her lap, his hair the same mess it always was. She could barely remember what had happened, but she did remember the fear... the sudden flashback of that night - how she felt uncontrollable in the face of the memory that had unfurled before her eyes. In front of her Toshinori stirred at her words, the grip he had on her other hand tightening as he sat up. Realizing she was awake and staring at him (with tears running down her face no less), he leaned forward instantly, embracing her tightly as she began to sob, his hands moving to cradle her head against his chest. "Oh Sayu, honey...  I rushed here as soon as Gran Torino called me. I should've been there. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His voice cracked as he placed reassuring kisses on her face, and she turned herself so he'd catch her lips. He willingly obliged her as she brought her hands up to tangle in his hair, pressing his lips firmly against her - and he could feel the streaks of tears running down her face. When she pulled away, he could feel she was trembling - shivering as though she were cold and unable to ever become warm again and it made his heart sink that she had still had the fear running through her veins.  So he wrapped his arms around her body (had she always felt so frail?) and pulled her up to be embraced by his arms. "Sshh... sshh... it's alright. I'm here, honey." He felt her body slowly still, and finally he heard her simply sniffling rather than outright sobbing, “I’m alive, I’m alive... okay? Nobody hurt me, I was all the way in Tokyo, I wasn’t there that night. You’re safe too.” Slowly, he felt her body begin to still, and her sobs turned to tiny sniffles as her hands relaxed their hold on his shirt. "I'm sorry..." She finally whispered, her voice dull and lifeless, “I’m sorry, I-” "For what?" He leaned back, bringing a hand up to cup her face, "You saved the students, and for what it matters, you dealt the finishing blow to the Hero Killer to allow him to be apprehended. You did well, my angel...” "But I-" She shook her head, "I lost control... when he, when he got up - that bloodlust it. I don’t know who stopped me but if they hadn’t... Toshi I-” She choked on his name and tears threatened to spill out once more. All Might leaned down to kiss her again, lifting her chin up so she could look into his eyes properly, "Don't. Don't think about it Sayu. Please, you'll just upset yourself again, I can't..." He rested his head against hers, using his thumb to wipe away a stray tear as he took his own deep breaths to calm himself, "I can't bear to think you're hurting... It-I... I hate it when you're the one person I can't save. Seems to be happening a lot more lately. I can't seem to keep up...”

[rainygalaxynerd]

Brave New World - FINAL CHAPTER

Warnings: If you’re still with me, nothing new.

Summary: Set app. a year after the chapter “Days”

Word count: App. 2.200

A/N: I did it!!! I finished it! I can’t believe it. *Ugly crying* Now what am I gonna do??? (Finish the follower inserts from my 300 follower celebration before I hit 400, maybe? Finish recording Force of Habit, one of @littlegreenplasticsoldier ‘s many masterpieces? Do the recording of Mirror Mirror, I’ve been wanting to do since I wrote it? How to choose, how to choose...)

This is part of a chapter story (in case the caption didn’t clue you in). Link to mobile friendly master list here.

Tagging: @winchesterprincessbride @jencharlan @twenty-onepages @kbrand0 @fangirling-instead-of-working @mrsjohnsmith @deandoesthingstome @vibou25 @jotink78

“You’re not hunting alone. It’s too dangerous. Call someone else, got it?”

Sam grinned and slapped Dean’s shoulder. “Was planning to.”

Dean raised his eyebrows and put a hand to his chest in mock pain. “So that’s how it is, huh? Trying to give your poor, crippled big brother a freakin’ heart attack on top of everything else?”

Sam scrunched up his face, processing. “I didn’t catch that,” he finally lamented. “Unless you said something about a boar, nippled pig mother. And was there something about an art attic?”

Dean flipped him off, not quite managing to bend his index finger.

Sam grinned. “How very British.” He put an arm around Dean’s shoulders and steered him away from the wheelchair. “Come on, let’s get you home and put some real food in you. You can get back at me when you’ve had some of that pie Caitlin made for you before going to work.”

Moving On

“Dean!” Caitlin squeezed between two stacks of boxes, higher than herself.

She found him in the kitchen, staring at a metal circle between two handles.

“What the fuck is this?”

“It’s a corn cob scraper.” She sighed.

“Why do we have a corn cob scraper?”

“To scrape kernels off the cobs. Can’t you just put it in the box?”

“But I’m gonna hafta carry the box to the truck and from the truck to the house. I’m not gonna pack stuff we don’t need.”

Caitlin crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows. “I used it three days ago for that cream corn you gushed over so hard, I thought you’d sleep with it and banish me to the couch.”

Dean’s eyes widened. He pursed his lips and scrutinized the scraper for all of two seconds before tossing it into the open box next to him. With a shrug, he picked another item from the drawer. He stared at it. “What the fuck is-”

“Just throw it out. I only ever use it when I make pies and I don’t think I’m gonna do that anymore.”

Faster than lightning, Dean put the thing in the box.

Caitlin smiled, shaking her head. “Dean, I just wanted to know if you and Sam agreed on when to pick up the appliances this weekend?”

Dean buried his hands, elbows deep, in the kitchen drawer, feeling for more stuff. “Yeah, um, sure.”

“So when are you picking them up?”

He glanced up, eyes wide. “Saturday, I guess. Or Sunday, maybe.”

Caitlin glared at him until she burst out laughing. “Jeez, you’re tired. Why don’t you take a break? I’ll text Eileen and figure it out.”

“Yeah, okay.” Dean sighed and threw himself on the couch. He ran a shaking hand across his face and let his eyes drift shut.

He woke up to Caitlin gently massaging his neck and shoulders. “Mwhah?”

She pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I talked to the company and the houses are so close and the total order for all of us is big enough to warrant free delivery, so that’s taken care of.”

“Mmh.” Dean pulled her closer, overbalancing her. He made an ‘oof’ sound when her weight hit him. Then he wrapped his arms and legs around her and kept her there.

“Are you secretly an octopus?” Caitlin relaxed against him.

“No, I’m a homeowner. But if you’d asked me ten years ago if I thought I’d end up as an octopus or as a homeowner, I’d have gone with octopus.” He lifted his head a bit to look her in the eyes. “It’s weird how bizarre it feels to be normal.”

“You’ll never be normal. Doing normal stuff won’t change who we are. You’ll never be a civilian, Dean.”

He squashed her tight against him, chuckling at the way her breath whooshed out of her lungs. “You’re right. I just… Fuck, I…”

“I know. I get it. But, Dean, you would have had to stop someday no matter what. You could have ended up dead or far worse off than this. Anyone who didn’t know you before will barely notice that you’re a bit more clumsy than most. There’s still so much you can do.”

“But I can’t hunt. I can’t save lives. If something ever happens to you, or to Sam, Cas, Eileen… I can’t protect you.”

“I know. That’s life for most people. You can still do a lot of good.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Caitlin was silent for a while. “You could help Sam with research.”

“Or I could get a job at Biggerson’s, flipping burgers. No way, I’m gonna sit and read about monsters and lore and not get to kill ‘em myself.”

“I bet you’d be the employee of the month all through the year.” Caitlin’s grin broke free. “You’d look so dashing in their uniforms, with the cap and the stripes-”

She cut off, squealing, when Dean tickled her sides, showing no mercy.

Her phone buzzed and bought her a respite as she read the text, almost hiccuping from laughing too hard.

“Who’s writing? Did Charlie kill Garcia’s character off again? Has Cas been arrested again? Is it Eileen?”

“It’s from Brad.” Caitlin showed him the message, sad smile on her lips.

I JUST WANTED TO WISH YOU GOOD LUCK IN KANSAS CITY. YOU’LL BE A GREAT DOCTOR. I HOPE EVERYTHING IS GOING ACCORDING TO PLAN WITH THE BIG MOVE. ALL THE BEST, -BRAD

Dean read with a frown. “You gonna answer?”

Caitlin sighed. “I don’t know. I hate knowing his psychiatrist’s reading over his shoulder. My answer wouldn’t be just for him.”

“I know he hasn’t had it easy but I still don’t get how you can forgive him.”

“Well, you weren’t there for his trial. It’s his story to tell, but trust me; he already paid his dues and some.”

“You mean they… Nevermind. I don’t wanna know.” Dean shook his head, holding Caitlin tighter to him. “Will you have to go back here and testify every other week when Cody’s appeal starts?”

“I’m sure they’ll ask me to.” Caitlin shrugged. “I won’t.”

Dean opened his mouth.

She spoke first. “I know they might repeal his death penalty without my testimony but he’ll be behind bars for the rest of his life either way. Cody might deserve to die but I’m against capital punishment on principle.”

Dean raised his eyebrows, questioning.

“Sure, there are humans worse than any monster you and Sam ever hunted, but once they’ve been caught and locked up, they’re not doing any more harm. How do you distinguish between them and the people that might have been possessed or otherwise influenced by something that will never be acknowledged in a courtroom? How do you know the difference between a Brad and a Cody if you weren't smacked in the middle of it? I didn’t even know the difference when I was sixteen, would never have known if they hadn’t taken me last year.”

“But what if he ever gets out? Some bureaucratic mistake, a legal technicality, early parole due to good behavior. As long as he’s alive there’s always a risk.”

“He’s not the only threat out there. There are Djinns and Demons and Daevas and drunk drivers and diseases, just to mention a few beginning with the letter d. I spent ten years in hiding, playing it safe. I’m done living in fear.”

Dean let out a deep breath when she nuzzled close, her nose tickling his neck. For a while, they just lay there, enjoying the closeness. Then he spoke, his voice rougher than usual. “I’m surprised you don’t think Sam and I are killers, with that attitude.”

“Dean. You protected people. It’s not like there’s a court or a prison for human eating or killing, sentient creatures out there.”

“Always so rational.” Dean licked Caitlin’s cheek, laughing when she tried to get away, sputtering in mock outrage.

The licks turned to kisses and the kisses turned to nibbles. Caitlin gave in with a content little sigh, ending in a gasp when Dean used enough pressure to make her really feel his teeth around her earlobe.

Dean snuck a hand under her blouse and undid her bra.

The doorbell rang.

Dean huffed a half laugh, half sigh as Caitlin sat up and redid her bra clasp. He put his hands on her hips. “Can’t we just ignore it?”

Her eyes softened and her movements slowed. “What if it’s important?”

“They can leave a note.” Dean’s hand snaked up her back again, destination obvious.

The doorbell rang again, followed by a quick rapping rhythm, Dean knew all too well. He let his hand fall with a sigh of regret. “Or they might unlock the door since we were dumb enough to give ‘em a key.”

They scrambled to their feet and looked halfway respectable when their front door opened to reveal Sam and Eileen.

Looking at Dean and Caitlin’s still frazzled appearance, Sam grinned. “I’m sorry, are we interrupting something?”

Dean flipped him off. “I thought you guys were busy in Kansas, painting protective sigils in invisible ink?” He signed a few keywords out of habit, though Sam most likely understood just fine, interpreting the movements of Dean’s lips.

“Yeah, we just… something came up. I wanted to tell you in person.” Sam did that weird thing where it looked like he was looking up from under his lashes, all shy and uncertain.

Dean’s jaw clenched, wrinkles of worry creasing his forehead. “Sammy, what’s wrong?”

Sam sputtered. “No, no. It’s not like that, nothing bad. But… It’s just… I guess Eileen and I will have to stop hunting, too.”

Dean's eyes flitted between the two of them, mouth open and eyes wide.

Caitlin broke into a wide grin, something unspoken passing between her and Eileen. “Congratulations, you guys,” she exclaimed, hugging first Eileen and then Sam.

“Could someone tell me what’s going on?” Dean grumbled.

Caitlin bit her lip and watched Sam expectantly.

Sam smiled wide, dimples carved into his cheeks. “You’re going to be an uncle, Dee.”

Dean’s eyes went impossibly wider, his mouth agape. A blissful smile slowly spread before he froze, frowned, and narrowed his eyes. “If this is some stupid joke about that mutt you’re planning to adopt-”

“No joke. Though we do plan to get a dog, now that we won’t be traveling as much as expected.” Sam grinned. He sobered a little. “Dean, I know you don’t like talking about it but you practically raised me, man. You’ll be there, right? If I need help?”

Dean swallowed hard and engulfed Sam in a crushing hug. “Of course, little brother.”

They didn’t get any more stuff packed that day, leaving the chaos behind to eat out.

Over desert, Dean nudged Sam. “So what are you gonna do, college boy, if you’re not hunting?”

Sam chuckled. “Be a college boy, I guess. Charlie dug up my old scholarship and refurbished it. I guess I’m going back to law school. I won’t become a procedural lawyer as long as I’m deaf but I guess pushing pens isn’t so bad.”

Dean glowed with pride. “That’s… Holy fuck, Sam, that’s awesome.” He put his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I’m really happy for you, man.”

“Thanks.” Sam took another bite of his salad and chewed slowly. “So, what about you, Dean? Any idea what you’ll do with your time while Caitlin’s busy at the hospital?”

Dean made an awkward shrug and lowered his gaze to his plate. A sly smile appeared on his lips. “Maybe I should take some child rearing classes. At least one of us should know what we’re doing, this time.”

Eileen almost choked on her water.

Sam kicked Dean under the table, his expression grateful. “You didn’t do too bad the first time around, you know.”

Dean grinned and Sam knew he walked right into what was coming.

“Imagine what you could’ve achieved if I had known more, college boy.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

It was late, and they were both a little buzzed from toasting so many times when Caitlin turned to trace the handprint on Dean’s shoulder with a finger. “Did you mean it?”

Dean, almost asleep, grunted, opening one eye halfway. “Meanwha?”

“You, working with kids?”

Dean shrugged. “Dunno. Those ankle biters can be vicious.”

“But not as scary as monsters, right?” Caitlin chuckled.

“Way scarier.” Dean smiled. “I guess they’d be easier to handle than engine parts, these days.”

“I never told you, but when the Djinn had me, I dreamed of you. Us. Together.” Caitlin blushed.

“You did?” Dean pulled her closer. “What was it like?”

“You…” She smiled, her cheeks heating further. “You were a nurse at the pediatrics ward. You were amazing with the kids.”

Dean gaped at her. “A nurse?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

Dean pursed his lips and tilted his head, considering. “Don’t nurses usually end up marrying handsome doctors?”

“Shut up, Winchester.”

“Why? You could be Doctor Winchester, parading you trophy spouse, nurse Winchester around at fundraisers. Doc Winchester’s got a nice ring to it, don’t it?”

“Dean, seriously, can it.” Caitlin rolled away and lay on her back. “You’re such an ass.”

Laughing, Dean poked her side. “You’re the one who dreamt me as a nurse, Doc.”

Caitlin glared at him with narrowed eyes. “I did. I saw you put a glove over your head and down over your nose, making it look like a pig’s snout and blow air into the glove until it came off your head, whizzing across the room.”

Dean laughed harder. “That’s… that’s priceless. Next time I get my hands on a glove, I’ll try it.”

“Screw you.”

“Really? I thought you were mad at me?”

“Dean!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll stop. Sleep tight, Caitie.”

Caitlin turned to kiss him goodnight. “You too, nurse Dean.”

“Whatever.” Dean drifted off, his smile lingering.

[hiddendreamer67]

ch.3- Jacksepticeye and the beanstalk

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The sun was setting quickly. Jack stopped again on his climb down, taking a breather. He readjusted his grip on the bean thing. In hindsight, he probably should have brought a bag. Jack groaned when he saw how far he still had to go. Climbing down while carrying the bean was far too difficult. “What is this thing, anyway?” Jack muttered, taking a closer look at it. It tasted like sugary fruit when licked, but it had a crunch when Jack tried a bite. Was it a foriegn sweet of sorts? A gentle breeze made Jack quickly latch onto the beanstalk in fear. In his haste, he realized with dread the bean had been dropped. “Oh God frickin’ dang it!” Jack watched it plummet a few feet before scurrying down faster than before. He only prayed his proof could survive a hundred foot fall. “If one measly drop makes this whole thing pointless, someone’s gonna get a face-full of angry Jack!” His feet crunched on the surprisingly dry grass when he reached the earth once more. It was night, and Jack cursed as he could see nothing in the cover of darkness. “Jack?” His mother called out from inside. Jack froze, on his hands and knees searching the grass. “Yeeeees?” He replied cautiously, realizing with dread he had been gone all day. Light pooled out as his ma opened the front door, looking very angry. Jack shrunk down further into the grass. She took a deep breath. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, YOUNG MAN?!” She scolded. “Do you have any idea what hour it is? I’ve now been awake for hours waiting for your sorry arse to return! I’m not as young as I used to be and you know full well I can’t do the chores myself! Do you want me to break a hip? Do you even care?” “i...uh…”Jack stammered, feeling about two years old. “Of course I care…it was just, the giant up the beanstalk…” He winced as she stomped over and began dragging him inside by his ear. “Don’t you feed me more of your lies about giants!” She lectured. “Fairytales don’t put food on the table. I have enough to worry about without you wandering off.” “But Ma, I have proof!” Jack tried to explain. “I just dropped it. It’s right outside, maybe. I think. If you’d help me search for it I could prove…” “Jack, I don’t want to hear one more word about your made up giants.” She stopped him, roughly letting go of Jack’s ear at the table and handing him a still warm bowl of soup. “You’re a grown man. You can’t go around spreading lies. Today no less than ten people asked me if there were giants in the sky. The nerve! Do you realize how embarrassing this is for me? People are going to start pitying me as the widow with the deranged son.” They sat in silence for a while. “I’m sorry, Ma.” Jack murmured, gobbling down his soup. He didn’t realize how little he had eaten. His Ma sighed. “I know you are.” She said softly, running her hands through Jack’s hair to comfort him. “I love you, Jack. And that’s why I need you to listen to me. I’m not going to be around forever.” “I know. Thank you, Ma.” Jack said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I love you. G’night.” “Good night, Jack.” She replied as he went up the stairs to bed. Jack shuddered as he drifted into sleep. He didn’t know if he felt smaller when in the presence of a literal giant, or in the presence of an angry Ma. Probably Ma. He had gotten off easy this time, but Jack couldn’t expect to be gone every day in the clouds and neglect his chores. Jack slept in the next day, groaning as he joined the waking world. His whole body felt incredibly sore, and nightmares of being chased by a gigantic beast had kept him from getting a good night’s sleep. It took another hour before Jack could drag himself out of bed. “Maybe climbin’ the beanstalk so often isn’t such a good idea.” Jack muttered, stretching his back as he made his way downstairs. “I didn’t even know I had those muscles.” “Good morning, Jack.” His mother teased him. “Or should I say afternoon?” “Yeah, yeah.” He waved off her comment. “I didn’t sleep well.” “You seem to have slept long enough.” She replied. “But-” Jack stopped, noticing what was on the table. It looked a little beat up, but there was no mistaking the bright green bean. Jack’s eyes widened. “Where was it?” “I found it way out in the fields.” His Ma answered. “Is this what you were rambling about last night? Were you trying to tell me the beanstalk is growing magic beans?” “What? No!” Jack was irritated. “You saw the magic beans- they were normal sized. These didn’t come from the beanstalk! Well, they did, but not like that. The giant was eating them. I think they’re some kind of treat. Sort of like a hard jelly-” A knock on the door interrupted Jack’s explanation. “Who could that be?” His mother wondered, opening the door. Outside, several of their neighboring farmers had gathered, looking peeved. The old man who had given Jack the beans was there too. “Goodness! What brings you all here?” “That monstrous beanstalk!” Steve pointed at the beanstalk, acting as the leader of the group. “Ever since it appeared, the rivers are drying up.” “What?” Jack joined his mother at the door. “It’s witchcraft!” Billy spoke up. “Screw you Billy!” Jack glared at the kid. “My Ma ain’t a witch.” “Then how do you explain the beanstalk?” Billy retorted. “Uh…” Jack shrugged, looking at the group. Perhaps ‘magic beans’ was not the correct answer when being accused of witchcraft. “You can’t just come to my house and accuse me of witchcraft because we’re… better at gardening.” His mother stepped in when Jack was at a loss for words. “Nobody’s accusing you of anything.” Steve assured her. Billy’s father, Bobby, gave Billy a scolding smack to the head. “We’re just saying that your- er, garden- is taking up far more water than usual. Soon no other plants will be able to grow. And where are we going to get water and food for ourselves?” “I’m sorry.” Jack’s mother considered his point. “I hadn’t thought of that.” “That’s fine.” Steve smiled. “Just get rid of the beanstalk and we’ll have no further troubles.” “Consider it done.” Jack’s jaw dropped. “What?!” He argued. “Ma, you can’t! There’s a whole world up there that no one will believe!” “A whole world?” Bobby asked, confused. “A world of Giants!” Jack continued. “And there’s strange things up there I haven’t got a chance to explore yet. So far there was a dog bigger than a house, and a huge-” He was cut off as he was shoved back inside. After apologizing to the neighbors, Ma turned to face Jack, looking furious. “You promised to stop talking about it!” She scolded. “Ma, please.” Jack was desperate. “I’m not a liar. I can prove there’s giants! Heck, I already brought back a freakin’ bean thing. Just give me some time.” “Jack, they’re right.” She argued. “You’ve seen the state of our grass alone. Who knows how much water this beanstalk is taking? Not to mention, the longer it stays up, the longer people will think I’m a witch of sorts.” “Please.” Jack pleaded, feeling his eyes get wet as he got desperate. “Just give me one more chance.” His mother sat there, staring at him for what felt like a very long time. After what felt like an eternity, she sighed. “I’m going into town for the day.” Jack’s mother said quietly. “You have until tomorrow. Then you have to cut down the beanstalk.” Jack’s heart leapt with joy. “Thank you, Ma!” He jumped up and gave her a gigantic hug. Jack helped her pack for her journey and waved goodbye, before finally making it to the backyard. Jack stared up at the giant beanstalk. Would he have enough time and energy to climb back up and down with proof? The very idea made his muscles groan. “I’ll need food.” Jack told himself, packing a bag this time. “Gotta be prepared. Maybe I should bring a blanket to sleep up there? Ma would go mad with worry, but if I need to cut it down tomorrow I’ll have time to sleep before coming back down. Not to mention, I should maximize my time…” Jack shoved a blanket in before he could change his mind.  Looking around the cabin, he wondered what else could be useful. Thinking ahead, Jack grabbed a change of clothes and some rope. He had no idea what the rope could be used for, but all the adventurers he heard about always brought rope. For some reason. Adjusting his hat, Jack looked at the beanstalk with determination. “Third time’s the charm.” Jack joked, beginning the climb. Instantly his body rejected the exercise, but Jack plowed through the pain. He gritted his teeth. One more climb wouldn’t kill him. Jack felt like he was going mad. Had he lost his sanity? Still, Jack knew that he could not live in a world where everyone thought he made the adventure up. He would climb the beanstalk one last time to reach a giant land full of things that could kill him in a desperate search for proof. If that made Jack a madman, he could live with that.