#to sort of nail in that he can’t have a real connection with something that also isn’t real

[hawkogurl]

I get a kick out of making post sm3 Peter, the chonic avoider of unpleasant emotions that he is, in some capacity develop a heavily idealized and watered down, stripped of all the most complex and painful parts of himself version of Harry that he has in his head. Either like, making up things Harry would say in situations to feel like he’s not gone and just hear in his head or have that version be something he dreams of, etc. Always as a way to avoid having to deal with and work through his unpleasant feelings.

[qierxing]

Farewell to Thee?

A/N: (checks last post time stamp) Oopsie. (drops this in front of yall like a bag of groceries and fades into the distance)

Yan! Twst Isekai AU

CW/TW: the Mouse is Real™, graphic descriptions of bodily fluids/injuries, assault and kidnapping Pt. 3 Oh Woe is Me... | Pt. 4

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“..llo?"

"Hello?" 

"Hellooo?”

Out of the wispy fog comes a familiar voice. It echoes on and on, fading into a whisper. The tenure worms into your brain as you struggle back into consciousness. And as your eyes open and focus, your brain finally recognizes who is calling out.

“...Mickey?” You respond quietly in disbelief. “Mickey!”

“[First]!” The reunion, however unexpected, is still relieving. You never thought you would be so happy to see the cartoony mouse again. But…

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, huh?” He chirps, walking up to your side. “I’ve been trying all sorts of things to get here, even trying to change my pajamas before sleeping too, heh…”

“So…this is a dream?” You ask hesitantly. Mickey smiles up at you, unaware of your inner turmoil. 

“Must be! This is quite unexpected, I usually only see your head and shoulders, not your whole body.” 

That makes sense, in a way. Only white nothingness surrounds you. Although you two are striding forward in a sense of strolling, you can’t make heads or tails on whether you’re actually walking somewhere.

“Normally I’d ask to take your picture but I don’t have my special camera.” You wryly smile in response. Did you succeed with your plan? Interactions with Mickey was usually out of the player’s hands…did you force a connection when you caused a game over?

“That’s a right shame. I was so looking forward to it since you mentioned it last visit.” Mickey sighs with a playful pout. It then changes to something more somber as he gazes up at you.

“[First], I’m glad to have met you again, but be careful.” You stop in your tracks at the warning.

“I sensed some dark aura around you when we first met. It’s gotten even stronger this time.” Mickey explains, worried eyes examining you. “Please be careful.”

“Wh-what do you mean…?” Your mouth runs dry. Something prickles in the back of your head, and to your panic, the vision of Mickey starts fading away, images blurring. 

“M…time….up….watch…” his last words hover in the air as you frantically reach out to him.

“M-Mickey?!” You fumble around, trying to reach out to him, but come up with air. 

“Damn it!” You scream, impatient rage blinding your sight. 

Just when you’re so close to getting an answer out of this damn game! You just wanted to go home! Was that such a sin?

The prickling in your head grows stronger and you grow lightheaded, collapsing in on yourself. You look up to see a bright glowing menu.

[True Ending has not been unlocked]

>⬛⬛⬛⬛ Key has not been obtained. 

>Continue?

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Your cheeks feel sticky.

It feels so gross. The smell of iron and rust floods your nose and makes your eyes fly open. Your fingernails scrape the substance as you push yourself off the cold floor. When you hold it up to your bleary eyes, you can see blood and dirt flaking under your nails. Your entire front is also soaked in blood and saliva. The disgusting sight makes you cringe. 

The ground underneath your body shakes. You regard the pool of blood, tears, and snot underneath you with a gaze not fully aware. You’re… in Twisted Wonderland?

Screaming? There’s people yelling somewhere, and it’s making your head hurt. You groan, raising your dirtied hand to steady your forehead.

What happened…?

"Easy, Trickster." A warm voice envelopes your ear. Suddenly, the scent of mint and petrichor overtakes your senses. Verdant green eyes peer down at you with relief.

“R…Rook?” The voice that comes out of you doesn’t feel like you. Someone else speaking in your body, like a ventriloquist. “H-How…?”

“[First]!” Grim flings himself into your face, adding to the pool of snot and mucus. It’s okay though. You hug him tightly, curling in on yourself, trying to absorb the warmth Grim gives. 

The others come and swarm you; trying to check in on you, but you don’t respond to their numerous worried inquiries, drained of all your energy. Something catches your ear though.

“Oh, we were so worried! When Neige told us you got accidentally poisoned, we couldn’t take you to the infirmary right away–thank Seven Rook was there!” Kalim clasps your hands tenderly, not minding the gross slew of fluids getting on his hands. 

Poisoned? How was I poisoned…?

A knife sharp pain slices through your brain when you try to recall what happened. You were with Neige…and then? Everything after that was all coming out as static noise.

“Prefect.”

You know who it is without looking. What a sight. How could Vil Schoenheit look this disheveled? Blonde greasy hair that is out of place, skin hollowed and pale with scratches, and bloodshot lavender eyes. He looks worse than you on death’s door.

"Vil…?" You gaze at him with empty confusion, unsure of why your heart drops at the sight of him. "Did…did something happen?"

Vil's eyes narrow but then close in resignation. Epel takes over, eyes wide in earnest. "Vil had an overblot, so we had to wrangle him back to normal."

Overblot…right…that's what supposed to happen, right?

Why…was that supposed to happen?

"Forgive me, Trickster. If only I had reached there faster with Monsieur Al-Asim…" Rook hums, surprisingly sincere. "Roi du Poison's madness and obsession…even when he had overblotted…how wonderfully beautiful it all was. The ink swirling around him, his stature…"

You shiver as his gaze rakes into yours.

"But, mon amour, you must not do that again, oui?" He leans in, lips ghosting over your ear and your blood freezes. What does he…?

"What a fine mess this is. What are we going to do now?" Ace drawls, eyes scanning behind him. Your eyes follow where he's looking and wince at the now destroyed colosseum. Debris and rocks flung everywhere, banners ripped to shreds, and electronics fried beyond repair.

For some reason, you feel calm despite the scene before you. As if…

"Well, well, if this isn't a sight."

Malleus.

Nothing registers until his gaze falls on you, and you swear his eyes glow for a fraction of a second.

"What have we here?" The question echoes and everyone looks nervously around at each other. “I arrive early to find not a single person and a stage laid to waste.”

You can only muster a sheepish grin in response. That's right. Malleus could fix this all up in a flash, no problem.

“Hornton, thank goodness you’re here!” Dried blood cracks on the edges of your smiling lips. “We could really use some help-”

“HORNTON?” You wince at the cacophonous pitch of everyone yelling. Rook is tactful enough to shield your ears but it only did so much to keep your eardrums from ringing. While Grim realizes who Hornton is, everyone else is flustered, attempting to explain the weight of his identity to the two of you.

You don’t need it though. His magic is enough of a demonstration as he winds back time and repairs the stage in moments. With that, the NRC group’s spirit and morale is renewed and once again, they’re raring to prove themselves to RSA.

The only thing that didn’t change is you.

Malleus gingerly carries you in his arms while Grim worriedly looks up at you. While they were reluctant to continue without you, even they were not foolish enough to let you go without urgent medical treatment.

You managed to stay conscious long enough to hear Malleus talking with the school medics and Grim muttering about stones before the dull ache in your throat and stomach forced you into an uneasy slumber.

–

The vestiges of a strange dream about mice and keys linger in your mind as you blink away the sleep in your eyes. 

Evening has fallen, the only light coming from the dim lanterns the office has set up for patients. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can make out silhouettes of curtains and several items on the table near you. 

Snacks from Ace and Deuce, herbal medicine from Vil, and colorful flowers by Kalim (you’re sure Jamil was the reason why it was not mountains of flower bouquets). The gestures are enough to make you weakly smile before it drops into a frown.

You turn to scan the room, and find no signs of life.

Did Grim leave?

An uneasiness begins to settle in your chest and you try to quash it. Maybe he just went to use the bathroom. Or if the staff made him leave, maybe he returned to Ramshackle. Anxiety begins to creep through your mind as the seconds tick by on the clock above the doorway. 

 Screw it.

You slip off the duvet covers and although the feeling of cold tiles on your bare feet is almost enough to make you give up, you push through and leave the room in the direction of Ramshackle. 

Soon, the familiar sight of the Seven’s statues come into the horizon and cobblestones turn into granite tiles underneath your feet. Something makes you pause, however. Like a feeling of deja vu, you wonder why you feel like you’ve been in this situation before.

A growl shakes through the underbrush and you whirl to see the devil tips of a tail thrashing through leaves. Your heart jumps to your throat.

Grim!

The next thing you see is glowing blue eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth and dripping black saliva. You stumble back partially in disgust at the sight and partially from fear. What happened to your friend?! 

“Grrr…mine…you can’t…” His words are hardly decipherable, making you furrow your eyebrows in concern.

“Grim!” 

He’s already descended into a rabid, feral monster. Your calls only anger him, and his eyes thin into needle thin slits. He bares his teeth again and you steel yourself. 

Letting out a guttural roar, he pounces and you narrowly dodge and avoid getting shredded by jagged claws. 

You will not lose your friend here. You can’t. Not when–

A fleeting vision flashed in your mind: pitch black ink surrounding your feet, before finally flowing away and hardening into a condensed mass. Your head immediately is wracked in red hot spasms, causing you to keel over in pain. What is…

Unfortunately, this leaves you open to Grim’s next strike, and his attack throws both of you off balance. The impact sends you into the grass and it’s only when your back hits a tree trunk that you shriek out loud. Your fragile medical gown is torn through by his claws, leaving bloody gashes upon your midsection. 

The excruciating pain is enough for feverish tears to run down your cheeks and your vision to start blurring as Grim growls again, no doubt readying to finish what he started.

“G-Grim…” 

Your vision darkens, and your world goes silent.

–

A heart wrenching scream rouses you awake.

“[FIRST]!!”

The sound of whistling wind blows in your ears and instinctively you shiver. As your eyes blearily crack open, a gray figure comes into focus.

Grim is hunched over you, shaking your body with tears in his eyes. The both of you seem to be…flying? What?

“Subject F and Y secured. Waiting for other units’ reports.” A cold robotic voice drones above you. You force your head up and see a tall robot donning armor and wielding a formidable looking oar like weapon. As your eyes adjusted against the strong breeze, you realized you and Grim were trapped in a steel cage. 

In the distance, your ears faintly pick up explosions and deep rumbling. 

“[FIRST]?!”

Both you and Grim turn to see Ace and Deuce gaping up at you from the forest floor below. You open your mouth, but your voice doesn’t come out. 

“All targets have been secured. All units fall back and return.”

“No!” Grim yowls. “My henchman, they’re hurt! Someone, help–!!” 

But his screeching goes unheeded by your stoney captors. And although you swear you hear familiar voices calling back, the robots are undeterred and whisk you both away easily. 

The last thing you see is the shattered ruins of a barrier and a school left in burned pieces.

[villain-crown]

heart | @jegulus-microfic | words: 855

* I’m running late on the prompts whoops

critical care, part 6 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 7, part 8, part 9)

a Jegulus nurse!AU

“Wow, he’s mean.”

“I’m meaner,” Regulus replied and holy shit James believed him.

He could picture it now: Regulus, a relentless, demanding little thing on top of him, sinking onto James’s cock with a vicious hiss and riding him until he was spent. He would be so small but a force of nature all the same, wrapping James’s heartstrings around his little finger like a leash.

Bloody hell, he’s going to look amazing on our Christmas cards.

“Were you just waiting for me to get angry?”

“I was waiting to see if you could,” Regulus corrected, licking a bit of cream from his spoon. James watched the pink tongue dart out, give a good, long lick and disappear past plush lips once more.

I’m not meant to survive this lunch.

“So you and Riddle used to…?”

“Used to,” Regulus replied carelessly.

“What happened?”

“He asked Sirius if he could fuck the both of us at the same time. Not a good look.”

James gaped at him, thoroughly distracted from his lascivious thoughts. “What!?”

Regulus set his spoon to the side. “It was before Sirius got together with Lupin. He was sleeping with half the hospital and every now and then one of his conquests would decide they wanted the matching set. So now Sirius loses his shit at anyone that looks at me sideways and I get the pleasure of sneaking around behind his back like this.”

That… made a lot of sense actually. James had just assumed that Sirius was being baselessly paranoid but there was something a bit bittersweet about it now. Sirius loved Regulus more than anything or anyone. He must have felt very guilty for putting his little brother in that position.

“I’m sorry.”

Regulus frowned. “Why? It’s not your fault.”

“It’s just… what you say.” James cleared his throat, switching topics. “But why did you want to see if I could get angry?”

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t wrong.”

“About?”

“You manifesting the right attitude to fuck me.”

Even though James had very blatantly been hoping for it, the direct statement made him choke hard. “What!?”

“I like it rough,” Regulus explained calmly, making James work hard to will the beginnings of arousal away. “With teeth and nails and words. I don’t see anything wrong with it, but I understand that not every guy can deliver.”

James suddenly pictured a naked, sweating, panting Regulus on all fours under him with James’s teeth digging into Regulus’s smooth, warm shoulder as he took him from behind in harsh thrusts. It wasn’t James’s usual style—he liked looking at his partner; liked a bit of connection. But he was only human and what else was he supposed to do but agree if Regulus wanted a little pain with his pleasure?

There was something else that concerned him, however.

“Do you think Riddle’s angry enough to tell people?”

Regulus looked disinterested. “Riddle doesn’t scare me. He understands that the only power he has over me is whatever I decide to give him. If he turns me in to HR, I’ll turn him in too.”

“Mutually assured destruction.”

“No, actually, because I can get another nursing job tomorrow. He’s in a competitive program that lasts two years. He can’t afford to get kicked out. He wouldn’t get another cardiovascular fellowship with a sex scandal on his record. If anything, he’ll try to protect me to protect himself.”

Gorgeous, vicious little thing, James thought admiringly.

“I’m not being unreasonable. If he doesn’t want any problems, he just has to keep his mouth shut. It’s not that hard.”

“And you’re good at that sort of thing, are you? Keeping your mouth shut?”

Regulus just looked at him. “I make a much better impression with it open.”

“I bet you do.”

“So?” Regulus picked up the spoon again, idly pressing it against his tongue. “I already know you’re interested, so let’s not kid ourselves there. The real question is if you’re too scared of my big brother to fuck me the way you obviously want to.”

And that really was the question, wasn’t it? Sirius would lose his mind if he found out, that was a given. If he didn’t take a hit out on James, he’d at least refuse to ever speak to him again.

Objectively, this was a very obvious choice.

He should be running away screaming at the very suggestion of engaging the Slytherin like that.

…But fuck, Regulus was fit.

Like, expensive fashion magazine meets dirty wanking material fit.

This is really sort of Sirius’s fault, he tried to convince himself. The way Remus had told it yesterday when James had struck up a very ulteriorly-motivated conversation on the subject, Sirius had practically raised Regulus and had no spine whatsoever when it came to denying him anything.

“He’s never even heard of the word ‘no,’” Remus had concluded with a fond roll of his eyes. “Sirius spoils him rotten.”

And James would be out of his fucking mind to say no to him too.

“…You know what? Fuck it. I’ll fist fight Sirius every morning in the parking lot for the rest of my life if I have to. We’re doing this.”

[wizardofpalmsprings]

The PCs within PCs are all some sort of heightened version of their regular selves and I can’t wait to see how it plays out:

Paula- this was pointed out in the AP for the first episode but she’s playing the detective and she saw Liv’s stolen nail polish and thermometer. I wonder if Jack Manhattan will somehow also help her learn to move on from her ex husband via a lover Jack can’t let go of (he’s so passionate about his work! He has no time for love!)

Liv- Also a fairly obvious one. She’s seeking the thrill of stealing something and becomes a crime lord in the film world. Might be a wake up call for her about what that might mean, possible an avenue to explore why she doesn’t want to leave Lake Elsinore (perhaps expectations have been placed on her to perform at a certain level and it’s tiring, which is why she’s stealing).

Wendell- The small snapshot we see of his life is his siblings out riding around while he’s inside working and trying to talk to this girl he likes. There’s also mention of his dad microwaving dinners. There’s a clear parallel to Vic who is non copy right infringing Dom Toretto who is infamous for talking about family (Vic’s focus is on siblings). Possible exploration of sibling dynamics (a betrayal perhaps???), what it means to leave them behind, willingness to move on.

Russell - Loner in his real life with a lot of affection coming from past jobs and unsaved numbers, while Jennifer behaves similarly in that she works alone. Hey did you know that the pack has a better chance of survival than the lone wolf? Wonder if that’ll come up at all. Also possible exploration of gender as that’s something Ally loves to play with in their characters.

Dang - We know that he’s into music, has a number on a poster on his wall that seems to imply that he could easily make some kind of connection about it but hasn’t. He’s also living with his uncle (Russell) at the moment so there’s likely something there too. Greg Stocks is a James Bond type character, suave, high profile, fancy suits, cars, casinos, the whole nine. Also a bit of a loner though likely with far more connections than say someone like Jennifer as he’s working through legitimate channels though takes a less legit approach where needed. Not totally clear what Greg might show Dang about his own life, but they are polar opposites which is going to be a fun thing to watch. He’s already shown though that he has a decent grasp on what Greg is capable of.

Usha - This one I’m so curious about. Usha is all hand drawn spreadsheets and inability to plug in a phone while G13 is a hacker - the two could not be more opposite and I love Rehka for it. I have to wonder if her husband dying when he was super young (27?) effected her in a way that made it hard for her to move on and learn new things? Maybe she started working just to get out and experience life, not realizing how difficult it would be? I think this one might be about moving on and looking towards the future rather than existing in the past.

This is all obviously speculation based on the first episode. A lot of the times the PCs have something to gain throughout the season and the sort of heightened state of an action film will help them uncover things about their own lives. Per Rehka in the Adventuring Party though, Brennan isn’t worried about them “hitting their marks” as much this season - which basically means like intended story beats I would imagine? So it’ll be interesting to see how that affects that overall narrative but allows the players a certain level of freedom that isn’t held back by hitting a particular arc.

I’m very excited for the rest of the season!

[zepskies]

How would Beau comfort reader who’s gotten home from work and is feeling overwhelmed and sooky? I’m in need of comfort my the cutie patootie pls and thank you beloved 🫶🥺

Hello, my love!

I know it's been a while since you requested this @chernayawidow, but I’m so sorry you’re feeling down. It’s my pleasure to fulfill this prompt for you! 😘💞

AN: This is sort of a sequel to “Didn’t Mean to Stay,” but can be read as a stand-alone.

Word Count: 3,000 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, lots of hurt/comfort, fluff, and feels.

Imagine: Beau gives you the support you need.

You heaved a sigh while climbing up the short flight of stairs to your apartment. Why the hell you decided to live on the second floor, you had no idea…

Okay, mainly for the safety aspect of being a single woman living alone, but at least for the past year, you hadn’t been all that single (or alone, for that matter).

Seeing Beau’s truck in the parking lot reminded you that your boyfriend was already home from work. It was rare that you got here after him, but you perked up a little.

I hope he got something for dinner. Your stomach began to rumble at even the first stray thought of food. After the ridiculous day you’d had, you’d happily eat your weight in just about anything.

A hearty sandwich, Chinese lo mien, a whopping burger with fries…hell, you’d eat a whole damn bag of pizza rolls. As long as it was hot and you didn’t have to cook it.

Once you managed to insert your key and unlock the apartment, immediately there was too much sound coming from the living room. Guns and blasting and whoops and hollers. It all grated on your ears and your frayed psyche.

You grimaced as you locked the door behind you.

“Are we being invaded?!” you called.

Mercifully, the cacophony ceased as you walked into the living room and found your boyfriend with a sheepish smile. On the TV was an old western classic, The Magnificent Seven.

Typical, you thought. Your Texan cowboy loved his westerns.

“Sorry. Too loud?” he asked.

“Just a touch,” you replied.

“Well, I’m glad you're home.” Beau nodded at the TV. “Was gonna ask you what your Netflix password is.”

“What, don’t tell me you settled for 1960s cowboys?” you quipped.  

You dumped your purse on the coffee table and sunk onto the couch next to him. Beau slid an arm around your waist and pulled you in closer. You obliged by shucking off your shoes and resting against him, with your head on his shoulder. You let out a long sigh.

“Well, that was my fallback plan. See, damn Netflix booted me out and I’m really gearing up for that new season of Cake or Cake,” Beau said, with a somewhat childish smile that almost succeeded in tugging your lips upwards as well. Your brows drew together.

“Cake or…oh my God. You mean Is It Cake?” you asked. You nearly slapped yourself with your own hand as it came up to cover your eyes. Your shoulders shook with silent laughter.

“Ah, yeah. That one.” Beau grinned.

“I just can’t figure out how I keep guessing so wrong," he continued. "It looks like a hat. It should be a hat. How the hell is it actually cake? These guys are just so damn talented, I’ll tell ya. I mean, I’ve eaten my fair share of quality cake, but I ain’t never eaten a hat cake…though that does sound good to me, now that I think about it. Heh, I could finally say, ‘if that ain’t real, I’ll eat my own hat.’ And I’d actually be able to take a bite.”

Now, normally you found boyfriend’s diatribes incredibly endearing. Beau was a talker, and you appreciated having him with you at social gatherings. Not only was he great at connecting with people (something you very much admired), but the man was damn good at filling a silence.

Today, however, he was feeding the headache pulsing behind your eyes. You loved him dearly. Yet you were tempted to dig your nails into your own arm just to stop yourself from snapping at him to please, stop talking.

“Speakin’ of food, that reminds me. My stomach’s damn near ready to eat itself.” He eyed you. “What’s for dinner, baby?”

Your hand slid from your face and slapped onto your leg. Your head slowly turned to him.

“I don’t know, Beau. What’d you cook?” you said tartly.

It was an effort, considering how comfortable you were while tucked against him, but you moved his arm off your hip and lifted your heavy-feeling body off the couch. Shaking your head, you trudged a path over to your room.

You didn’t see it, but Beau frowned. Though you heard him follow after you. You did your best to go about your business, unbuttoning your pants and starting on your blouse. You were just so damn tired, and probably still anxious. Even your hands were trembling and fumbling with the buttons.

Still, you sensed him coming closer, saw his sock-covered feet out of the corner of your eye. The rest of him was comfortably dressed in sweatpants and a wool sweater you bought for him last month; he was getting better, but still acclimating to Montana winters.

“You’ve been here all this time,” you grumbled. “You see how late I’m coming in, and you don’t think, hey, my girl’s gonna be tired. Why don’t I figure out how to work the stove so she doesn’t have to worry about feeding my six-foot-ass, bottomless pit—”

Beau’s hands stilled yours, and he took over unbuttoning your blouse to help you. He bent his head enough to catch your eyes, smiling a little at your grumpy face.

“All right, all right. I see your point,” he said. “You had a bitch of day, huh?”

“The longest of my damn life,” you said. The stress of each moment played behind your eyes. So much that they stung with unshed tears when you raised your gaze to meet his.

Beau’s brows furrowed in sympathy. He paused in what he was doing to stroke your cheek and press a tender kiss to your forehead.

“And I wanna hear about it, but first, you go take a nice long shower,” he said. “What do you feel like eating?”

“Food,” you said petulantly. But he was being too sweet for you to be all that annoyed with him. A reluctant smile was growing across your lips. Beau smirked.

“You in the mood for Italian? Chinese? Maybe feeling a little adventurous and wanna try that Greek place down the street?” he suggested. “I think they deliver.”

By now he’d worked your blouse open. His hands were finding their way along the curve of your waist, smoothly across your skin, then meeting at the small of your back. He pressed the heel of one hand there, where he knew your shitty desk chair often made you ache.

You gripped his strong arms for support and leaned into him. You let out a sigh and rested your cheek against his chest, where he dropped another kiss on the top of your head.

“Greek sounds good, actually,” you confessed.

“Mmm, hell yeah. You want chicken, steak, or lamb on your gyro?” he asked. You felt the reverberation of his hum, and it was weirdly soothing. Though his question reminded you of one of your favorite movies that you too often quoted to him: My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

“What you mean he don’t eat no meat?” you said with a giggle. Beau’s lips moved to your forehead, and you felt the shape of his smile.

“It’s okay, I make lamb,” you both said together.

He chuckled and held you a bit tighter, secure and comforting. “All right. Lamb it is…you think they got cake on the menu?”

When you laughed, it was muffled by his sweater.

After a hot shower, good food, and three episodes of Is It Cake later, you were falling asleep on your corner of the couch.

All through dinner, Beau had listened to you vent about your day. About the problems your coworkers had hoisted on you to solve in the midst of a massive project you were already tackling. How your boss then blamed you for not coming to her first before you overloaded yourself, and how you’d very seriously contemplated going to HR before you figured just dealing with it would cause you less grief in the end.

Your boyfriend listened and gave his two cents, both supportive and fair. That was another thing you liked about him; he was always fair.

Now, he roused you out of your drowsy state when his arms wrapped around your frame and lifted you up.

You whined in protest. “Whaaat? Don’t move me.”

“Nope, you’re goin’ to bed,” he said, in his sheriff’s voice that boded no argument. You grumbled, but you still snuggled closer to his chest and pressed your sleepy face into his neck.

Smirking, he walked you into the bedroom and laid you down on your side of the bed. He came to your place often enough that he now had his own side, complete with his own nightstand and a couple of drawers of your dresser, even a bit of closet space.

You really should’ve just told him to move the hell in already, but you weren’t like Beau. He was a man of action. He processed things quickly and made decisions just as fast. His job demanded him to be that way.

You tended to drag your feet. You also tended to worry, and weigh pros and cons, and you were cautious by nature. Even dating this man had been a slow process, for which he’d been very patient with you. (And you with him, especially in the beginning as he learned to open up to you.)

The evidence was plain to see, as he raised the blankets and helped you roll underneath them. You just took him by surprise when you grabbed the front of his sweater and pulled him down with you.

“Hey!” he laughed. He had to brace himself against the mattress before he crushed you. His knees fell on either side of your hips while your arms twined around his neck.

“You’re a wily one, even half-asleep,” he remarked. You smiled and threaded your fingers through his soft brown hair.

“Like a rattlesnake in the tall grass,” you teased. In fairness, the two of you had gotten into watching David Attenborough's nature documentaries.

Beau’s brows raised, his smile deepening.  

“Oh yeah? Better not mess around then,” he chuckled. “I might just get bit.”  

You snorted. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You leaned up until your lips were nearly brushing his. Beau’s eyes lowered to your face, taking in all the things that felt more like home than his little trailer near the woods.

Just before you would’ve closed the small breadth of distance, you veered away from his mouth and went for his neck instead. He even flinched at the tease of your teeth playfully biting him.

"You little vixen!" He laughed deeply as he unwound your arms from his neck. He pinned you down to the bed and pressed his hips down into yours over the sheets. But it was his claiming lips that stopped you from fighting back.

Your shoulders trembled with giggles that he swallowed up, kiss after kiss. Your eyes closed as he dragged the sheets down away from your body. His hands caressed you through your thin tank top, brushing over a hardened nipple with the back of his hand, then squeezing your breast through the fabric.

You sighed into his mouth. “I know I kind of started this, but I’m really tired, baby…”

“Who says you gotta do anything?” rumbled his rich voice.

A tremor of heat ran through you. Even with your eyes closed, your exhausted body responded to his touch. His lips drew a hot, wet path down your neck, all while his hands did sinfully good things, sliding under your tank top and gliding against your skin. You let him take it all the way off, followed by your pajama pants and cotton panties, though he paused to squeeze your ass in appreciation.

“Someone’s been doing squats,” he noted, grinning down at you.

“Nah, just an extra slice of that honey cake,” you retorted. Apparently, the Greeks liked honey on everything.

Beau’s head tilted. “Huh. Well, I do like me some cake.”

You laughed, then jolted with a yelp when he slapped a bare cheek.

But you couldn’t just lay idle when he started on his own clothes. You sat up and helped him raise the sweater up and over his shoulders, but he stopped you.

“I mean it. You just lie back and relax,” he said, giving you a charming grin. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes; he was just too damn good to you.

While he finished taking off the sweater, your hands drifted down to the waistband of his pants. You caressed the hardening length of him, earning a hiss and a groan from him.

“Can’t I just…” you tried.

With difficulty, Beau grabbed your wrist. He raised a brow at you and guided you back down.

“For once, I’m ‘a need you to listen to me,” he said, kissing your cheek and then the other side of your neck.

You breathed a laugh, but it caught on a moan as his fingers brushed through your wet folds. He made a sound of approval. And those nimble fingers gathered some of your wetness and began circling slowly over your clit.

You sucked in a breath and arched against him. You even whimpered a little as his free hand wound through your hair, giving him further access to your neck. He hummed against your skin and grazed his teeth under your ear.

“I gotcha, baby. Whenever you need it,” he said, low and steady. You gripped his arms for dear life as two of his fingers slipped deep inside you. You panted into his neck, rocked your hips mostly in time with his fingers as they twisted and pulsed around your tightening walls. His thumb rubbed against your throbbing clit.

“Please,” you whispered into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut. “Want you inside me.”

“We’re gettin’ there,” Beau nodded. He was breathing harder too, just from anticipation. The sounds you were making, the way you were squeezing his hand from the inside had him painfully hard.

“Now,” you insisted. Your hands moved to grip his hair, and your lips met his in a devouring kiss.

Beau matched your passion with closed eyes and furrowed brows. He’d had a plan for you at the start of this, but what kind of man would he be if he didn’t abide by your wishes?

So he withdrew his fingers from your slick pussy, even though you uttered a shuddering breath. It took everything you had within you to remain still and resting against the pillows as you caught your breath. You wanted to wrestle down his sweatpants yourself and show your boyfriend how appreciative you could be.

But you also appreciated what he was trying to do. You watched him with tired, but still hungry eyes as he kicked off the pants and the boxer briefs and returned to you, bracing a forearm above your head after he spread your legs and raised up your knees.

He lowered himself between the warm cradle of your thighs and kissed down your chest, licked between the valley of your breasts.

You arched up again when his tongue found your nipple, swirling around it, and finally taking it between his teeth. His hips rolled against yours, making his cock press against your core teasingly.

“Beau, for the love of God,” you moaned.

He chuckled. “Maybe you oughta learn how to be patient.”

You grabbed his bearded face between both hands and raised him up to you. He noted your challenging brow, but also your smile.

“Maybe you shouldn’t tease the rattlesnake,” you replied.

Beau laughed and ducked his forehead against yours. “Okay, darlin’. I’m sorry.”

He nosed at your cheek, angling for a kiss. You tipped your head back and welcomed his lips, especially when his tongue slipped past to tangle with yours. His forearm was braced above your head, but his free hand left your hip to line himself up to your entrance.

Another shudder went through your body as he finally slid home inside you. The shape and feeling of his cock was familiar as it stretched your inner walls, and you caught his moan in your mouth.

Your legs wrapped around his hips and squeezed, forcing him in deeper. His eyes screwed shut as he lost focus for a moment. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of the feeling of you, or the sound of your voice, or the way you trusted him, but still tried to give as much as you took.

He pulled out nearly all the way, slowly sliding back in so you’d feel every inch. You clenched on him as a tremble ran through your body.

You uttered a broken gasp of his name that spearheaded goosebumps across his skin. And his next movements were faster, though just as deep.

He followed the encouragements of your voice, especially when he shifted his hips at an angle he knew would make you writhe. His fingers stroking your already sensitive clit, in time with his last wild thrusts, had you threatening to rip out a chunk of his hair. Instead, you gasped in his ear and dug your fingers into his hips.

His own release followed yours shortly after; he could only resist you squeezing the life out of him from the inside out for so long. And you held him afterwards, even though he still had a trembling arm braced above you.

Your hands smoothed up and down his back, trailing lightly with your nails. His breath was hot, but not uncomfortable against your neck.

You felt absolutely boneless as your legs slid from his hips. He pulled out of you soon after, but your embrace kept him from moving very far. He rested on his side, and you turned towards him. You both knew you’d have to deal with the sheets and the cleanup, but not just yet.

You carded your fingers more soothingly through his hair and drew his face back to yours.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered. And you didn’t just mean in this bed. “I haven’t had that in a long time.”

Beau’s smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “You don’t gotta thank me for that.”

“Yeah, I do,” you nodded. Your lips formed a tired smile before they pressed softly to his. “I love you.”

Beau took a moment to brush a sweaty strand of hair away from your face. He’d believed in second chances before he met you…just not for himself. Meeting you made him swear by them.

“Love you too,” he said.

And the warmth of that bone-deep knowledge was more satisfying than even the heftiest slice of cake.

AN: God, I love Beau. I miss Big Sky. 😭 But feel free to let me know what you think of this one! It's only my second time, but I really do love writing this guy. ❤️

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Okay I don’t want this to be like an obnoxious millennial assumption because I’m positive that every generation has things like this, but the way autism and ADHD was treated for us in the 90’s and how it affects adult diagnoses is like, imo, so integral to our coming of age and the stories we tell and the way we’ve gotten to know ourselves, even the way it relates to our job market and economy and how we operate inside it, and especially the way a pandemic uncovered it for so many people and exposed the cracks and revealed that we were all just barely functioning and held together with popsicle sticks and anyway

I say that because maybe it’s the un-diagnosed 90’s child in me but I feel particularly emotional about Keith’s arc in learning that he’s part Galra, and the way even the creators said they made him sort of prickly because of his biology, and I just !! Think so much about Keith’s neurotype as a part Galra!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cause something about being diagnosed later in life is like, looking back at all the other ways you tried to handle yourself, all the missteps, maybe even misdiagnoses. Like, how many times did you try to treat ANXIETY without realizing you didn’t have an anxiety disorder, you just can’t deal with your family blaring the TV from the next room? How many times were you told you were lazy, or lying, when you didn’t know what executive dysfunction is? 

Keith is such a lovely rich character because his prickliness is EARNED—we know what happened to him, we know he’s traumatized, we know he’s been treated poorly by many people in his life. We know that he grew up thinking that he’d been abandoned by one of the people who should’ve loved him the most, in the whole world. He even questions that in his vlog—he makes the connection that he has trouble with people because of his mom. 

But I just wonder like, how much of it is just his biology. Not understanding the body he’s in, being completely ignorant of one whole half of his culture. Had he ever mutated before the TBP fight? Did it take him by surprise, did it frighten him? ((* This is head canon territory LMAO there’s no way to really know—like, is he able to do this because he just spent so much time with Krolia, or does Shiro going That’s the Keith I remember mean they used to have really primal sex that turned his eyes yellow? Lol)) 

Like when we talk about even the most broad generic terms of saying someone is neurodivergent, we don't even need to put a real life label on Keith. Like he's literally not human! Of course his brain looks different! Of course he functions differently! And I wonder how much is nature v nurture -- if he knew the truth about his mom, if his dad had lived, if he'd been allowed a normal childhood, would he still have been a weird kid?

Cause like, even seeing the way Shiro is able to get through to him, we see ways that he allowed for thrill seeking, and he didn't judge Keith for stealing his car. It reminds me of like, what we know now about asking children to sit still in school, and how perhaps some children would do better with standing desks. Shiro wants him to behave and succeed, and doesn't judge him for being a car thief, and gets through to him by bringing him cliff diving. And it just feels like this clue, you know, that nothing is wrong with Keith, he's just living in a weird place where people don't get him.

It’s just really special to me, because there’s so many pieces in the sequence of events of Keith’s character arc, and I know I’ve said this a handful of times now, but I really sincerely believe it’s the only thing the show really nailed. Accepting himself during the BOM Trial -> MOMENTS later learning something very important about his biology -> spending time with Krolia -> coming back to pilot Black when he’s READY and WANTS to (unlike the first time, when he resisted) -> becoming a pragmatic strong leader by the end.

Gosh idk. 

I don’t really have anywhere to go with this, it’s just something I was thinking about today and it gets me real emotional. Like, Keith must have had these moments, re-evaluating who he’d been before he’d known, finally understanding why he was Like That, and it’s so healing to imagine him accepting his past self and forgiving it because he understands now. 

[rowanraven08]

So I just need to fucking rant about my boys being stuck in the ‘puters. CAUSE MAN DO I HAVE THOUGHTS. Have probably said some of this before, but not all.

So I’m thoroughly convinced that they’ve been properly coded in, Sergey Ushanka style, and also based off that statement, there’s no doubt in my mind that it hurts for them. I know this is a different universe, but unless computer folks are a common thing here, why would the plot give them anything less than more trauma? But I’m actually kinda concerned about how they’ll be once/if they get out?? Like aside from the trauma of it even, Tessa Winters said you can’t code people in the way people really are, and I’m kinda worried that through the whole thing that they might be different, or have lost a little bit of themself, the way that if you put something through google translate to many times it comes out all messed up, mostly with the same meaning, but words have still changed.

Other than that even, how the hell is Jon gonna cope/currently coping with not being omniscient?? I imagine going from knowing almost everything to having to seek out the information yourself again would be a huge hurdle. Even if now he has the equivalent of what Elias could do, seeing out of any eye, but instead just seeing out of any camera, that would be so disorienting. Never mind the fact they’re in an alternate universe.

The whole thing just makes me so sad, they can’t communicate clearly, are clearly trying tooth and nail to help and to get the OIAR gang to understand, stuck in this nonexistence that is probably excruciating, and no one except probably Colin and Celia even knows they exist. (I’m operating under the assumption Celia knows what’s up, she’s a smart girl she knows this isn’t a coincidence) But Colin clearly fucking hates them, Sam is only just starting to realize the computers are listening, and Celia doesn’t actually seem to be trying to help them, the only thing we know about her research is that she was looking into alternate universes and time travel sort of stuff, and that now she’s looking into alchemy. My boys are SCREAMING to be heard and no one will listen.

Like what will they even do? Worst case scenario, they’re stuck like that forever. Best case scenario, they get out, and somehow manage to get home (unlikely in my opinion) only to be met with a world still rebuilding, where everyone hates them. Last scene in TMA? Literally Melanie, Georgie, and Basira talking about how it’s better off they can’t find Jon, and they’re right,

“I mean, I just don’t think people would exactly be understanding. You remember what happened when they found Simon Fairchild?”

“And he’s not just some powerless left-behind avatar, you know? We’re talking about ‘The Archivist’.”

People would absolutely kill Jon if he came back, and they knew who he was, and I think being able to fly under the radar isn’t an option seeing as he literally haunted people’s dreams for a while. Who’s to say he could even stay alive in a world without the fears? Death might finally catch up to him, the exhaustion, everything. I don’t think going back is an option for them.

Maybe for Celia, if it’s even possible. But I think at this point she’d be happier in Protocol universe than Archives. She couldn’t even remember her original name in late s5, and didn’t remember Martin, she seemed to have lost at least a good portion of her memory if not all. If that didn’t come back after the apocalypse, she has more actual connection to Protocol, the cult being her only real connection to Archives. Maybe she’s trying to get back just because of principle, she’s not considering if that’s really what she wants because it’s the clear next step. But I don’t think she’d be able to leave Jack behind. I don’t even think she really is his proper mother, I’m guessing she somehow took other Celia’s (Lynne’s) identity, and just took over caring for Jack. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him.

I really do hope Jon and Martin get out of the computer, it’ll be so hard for them to deal with everything, but maybe if they stayed in Protocol they could still build a life together.

Some other random stuff:

So I went through, and found (I think) all the times we hear the jmj. error.

Ep 3 we get an error, which actually starts working when Colin threatens it, and it starts up with a statement from our buddy Norris, and I actually find it kinda amusing to imagine Martin being scared into reading the statement by the frustrated IT guy.

We also get an error in ep 5, after Gwen asks about the German IT guy before Colin. Which a.) why is she asking about him, b.) if I’m right about the errors being an attempt at communication, why do they think the guy’s important? C.) I had thought before that the German bit of code could be Jonah or something since he may have known German? But pretty sure that was too speculative, it makes more sense for it to have just been the German IT guy. D.) he’s mentioned as having a bunch of tattoos, which so far has not meant good things.

Ep 17 which I talked about in a different post, where the error lasted long enough for Gwen and Alice to nearly talk about stuff, only starting up again once they end that bit of the conversation without actually talking about it

And then ofc in 19 when Alice won’t listen to Sam about the computers listening.

I don’t think I missed any, but I might have? So if anyone notices one I missed lemme know please

Also only just realized a few days ago that jmj. isn’t an ACTUAL error, I know Colin says ep 3 it doesn’t mean anything, but I had actually taken that as Colin just being frustrated, and hadn’t read into. Jmj doesn’t even fucking exist, my guess is that it stands for Jon Martin Jonah?

Also what’s everyone’s thoughts on Teddy? Because that man is getting kinda suspicious. Why does he keep showing up? He works into this somehow. Also why doesn’t he actually want to talk to Alice? She’s high energy and not very serious, but it sounds like the guy properly ghosted her, keeps lying about how they’ll hang out more, or how he’ll text her back, could just be him being a bit of a dick, or maybe she did something to kinda deserve it, but it’s could be he’s trying to keep her at a distance to keep her safe? Especially if he is already wrapped up in this crap.

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chestnut springs book two

premise: willa grant needs a job for the summer. cade eaton needs a nanny for his son for the summer. he’s just going to have to try not to fall for her when she fills the position almost too perfectly.

couple: cade eaton and willa grant

tropes: single dad x nanny, age gap (not crazy big but referenced a lot), forced proximity, grumpy x sunshine, small town boy/big city girl

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review below!

review:

i have never been one for kids in real life or in my books but i fell in love with this book and the kid in it so fast. i don’t even know where to begin. cade eaton may just be the dilf of all dilfs at this point…. i can’t believe i just wrote that. i loved cade and all of his complexities. i think that’s something that i’m noticing about elsie silver’s writing is that she really doesn’t write one dimensional characters. even the more “side characters” or characters who aren’t the current focus have so many layers to peel back and explore. for example, jasper, the mmc for the next book, got teased a lot toward the end of this book and all of the little snippets she gave about him just made me want to learn more because he’s not just a cardboard cut out of a character when it’s not “his book”.

the way she wrote cade’s insecurities and trauma really made it resonate with me as a reader because she didn’t just state them and walk away. she dove into them and explaining how it affected everything and how it continues to affect him throughout the book. she did the same with willa. even with luke, he may be five years old but she treated him like a living human kid who has emotions about his single dad and their situation rather than just slapping a funny kid character on the page and calling it a day.

something about this book and its characters really endeared me so much more than flawless did and i couldn’t put this book down. cade and willa will live happily in my mind for years and i hope they live happily ever after on that ranch with luke causing them trouble for years to come.

q & a:

are they endgame? - if cade and willa aren’t endgame, i’d be incredibly confused. i feel like even with their age gap, they have a strong enough sense of who they are as individuals and what they need from each other that their communication is strong enough to last.

did i cringe? - i feel like this one had way fewer “cringey” dialogue moments than flawless and had only a few lines that used more slang terms (like slay and such) that felt out of place. but the dialogue specifically in this one felt a lot smoother and mature

favorite part? - the dynamic between cade, willa, and luke. hands down. i think she nailed it on the head with that. the three of them just make this perfect pact and at the same time, they all have their faults. every pairing within the three of them felt so natural and real to read about that it makes you fall in love with them so quickly and i truly could read a few more books just about them.

least favorite part? - hmmmm. this is hard actually (which is nice in a way haha). i think if i had to choose a least favorite part, it would be the fact that we didn’t get to see willa bond with the family as much as we saw summer bond with them in flawless. with this being such a family oriented series, i was expecting willa to get more of a relationship with harvey and rhett but it felt like a lot of the focus was strictly on willa and cade (and luke). i still loved what it was but i think a little extra about her connecting with the family a little more.

favorite quotes (some spoilers here, of course, but minimal):

I’m here counting all the ways in which she’s a problem for me, and she’s just excited to be here and take care of my child.

It seems like the universe could have granted some sort of reprieve. But it granted me Willa fucking Grant.

How hard would it be to smile more, to laugh more, if it made her look this happy?

“The way I see it, I like you a little more every day.”

She’s a spark in the dark. Dancing flames against a midnight sky.

I want to turn that spark into a whole damn fire so this girl goes out and does what she wants with her life.

“It’s two people who were both a little lost until they ended up on the same path and walked together for a while.”

Eyes shut, I wish for Willa. A life with her. A family with her. Gray hair and more laughter with her.

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Simon Petrikov and the Mortifying Ordeal of no longer being the Ice King

Something something about how Simon Petrikov is forced to live in a world where he inherently doesn’t fit in because of his inability to connect to the nature of Ooo and everyone that lives there. When faced with the chance of reconnecting the ‘madness’ to fit in and unburden himself again of all his complex emotions as Simon, he still is at a crossroads because of all the sacrifices and struggles it took to become himself again after Betty lost herself to save him. He doesn’t want to make her sacrifices meaningless, and he’s constantly forced to face what *she’d* think. Simon cant become Ice King without forsaking the him that she fought tooth and nail for, but if he honours her sacrifice to being him back, he has to remain in the sort of limbo that he’s in right now, being kind of but not quite a part of Ooo, literally an antique of a bygone era, and not part of that madness.

Helping Fiona and Cake then in a way offers him a kind of easy out of his suffering by allowing him to make a martyr of himself. Through sacrificing his mind and becoming Ice King he can save them and their world and make it better in Fiona’s eyes, and just has to push through the no doubt traumatising ordeal of facing the mental prison of being Ice King again, which has terribly affected how he is now. He’s been told to cherish his identity as Simon Petrikov after losing the crown, but now he has no real place in the world. By helping Fiona and Cake he gets to lose himself again, and by association all the terrible loneliness and isolation as well as all his grief about Betty, and this way he doest have to suffer the consequences. He probably believes its a selfless sacrifice but it’s inherently not to all the people who he would be leaving behind, everyone who would lose him, some for a second time.

Even still he has a level of disconnect with those people in his life. I’d suspect he cant really relate to those people that easily after going through such a big change, and even those who saw the Simon through the Ice king the Simon that exists now isn’t the same as the one before the crown. Current Simon is constantly holding the baggage of having been the Ice King, and through the most recent episodes of Fiona and Cake he’s being forced to see himself through those same twisted lenses over and over through each universe they travel to. There cannot be a Simon Petrikov without the burden of knowing that he was the Ice King and still feeling the effects that has had on him and those around him.

And of course he brings up the ship of Theseus That’s literally about taking everything that made something up originally, replacing it and then testing to see how much of the original figment still remains intact. Like how much of its original integrity is still remaining after it’s lost all of it’s pieces. In a way, Simon’s gone through that thrice now; firstly, the loss of himself and being condemned to being Ice King, then Betty’s sacrifice and finally the realisation of his dissociation from Ooo after becoming Simon again.

He has now become intrinsically separated from other people of Ooo by nature like even other humans like Finn or the island people, who have lived their entire life in this kind of world, and so its easier for them to fit in, but Simon is from before Ooo, before the madness. At least as Ice King he can feel like he is a part of the world, but as Simon, he’s lonely in a way that he could never have been before because now he knows that there is other ways to perceive and experience the world and people around him, but he’s fundamentally unable to tap into it like he could before. But, if he chooses that he’s unable to revel in it because he would inevitably lose himself to the crown all over again. Its a catch 22. If he becomes Ice King again, he reintegrates as part of Ooo and the madness, but Simon can’t be in control of that or reap the benefits, or he can stay as he is, lonely and detached and chained with grief for both Betty and the men he has been, *both of them*.

IDK my guess is that the end of the show will have Simon try to sacrifice himself to make Fiona’s world magical again by becoming Simon but she’ll convince him not to because she’s come to accept the normality of her old life and Simon is forced to try and accept himself and realise his support systems through Ooo and learn to find himself again or something idk I’m not in the writers room.

So sorry about all of this being so long and unedited I just watched the new episodes and started rambling into the microphone so I wouldn’t forget my ideas. Sorry for the long sentences and bad grammar and how I no doubt kept repeating my points over and over. Idk I just have a lot of thoughts about this little guy and his situations.

[triplesilverstar]

Sand, it just gets everywhere

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Pre-Canon, Flirting, Bad Flirting, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Play, Biting, Scars, Scar Worship, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Penis In Vagina Sex, Hand Jobs, sand, Vash regretting his decisions

Word count: Roughly 8K words

A/N: Part 16 of the series. This Fic also has a special place in my heart as it allowed me to connect with two of my closet friends online, ShinTin and Creamson. They are awesome and amazing people. Plus the fact this whole fic started out as a tiny blurb about Snipes not wanting to get sand in her bits. 

“Sunshine, are you sure we’re going the right way?” You try to keep the whine out of your voice, but after this long of traveling together there’s no way he didn’t hear the undertones as they left your throat. While you didn’t often question Vash on his sense of direction, both of you were usually in the next town after almost two days of walking across the desert planet, or at least whenever he’d suggest walking instead of taking a bus.

“I’m sure, Mayfly. We should be there in the morning.” He’s far better at hiding the exasperation is his voice at your question, giving you the side eye. “If it wasn’t for your terrible sense of direction you’d know that.” Oh he is never going to let that go. 

“It’s not my fault I spent almost all my adult life connected to a network that provided navigational points for me to follow when traveling! How long are you going to hold that over my head?” Shoulders slumping and a scowl on your face as you trudged along beside him, the two of you had left the previous town in a hurry after you’d overheard the local sheriff talking about chasing Vash out of town due to his name. You’d never hold it against your depressed ray of sunshine but you’d been hoping for more than two nights after traveling for almost two weeks to catch and cash in a bounty. 

“Until you manage to walk around a town without getting lost.” You let out a noise of pain and a long exhale at that low blow, he had tried to teach you to navigate, but you just found yourself turned around too easily. “It makes me wonder how you ever found any bounties you were actually looking for.” 

“Before you I never put any real effort in. Just sort of ran into them and caught whoever it was. Made catching Brilliance Dynamite Neon and like half the Bad lads gang really awkward.” Smiling at him a shit eating grin on your face “now with you, we can actually ya know, track.” He’s giving you the side eye, a frown marring his features.

“Are you telling me, everytime we ran into each other was just a random encounter?” You can’t tell if he sounds angry with you or just upset. 

“Oh no. You were a whole different case, I wanted to nail you to the wall so I hired people to keep me on track when I was looking for you.” You snort, and at the brief flash of something across his face start to worry.

“Nail me to the wall, huh?” Oh no. This better not be the start of another bad pick up line war. “Well Mayfly, as of late I do wanna make like a hammer and nail you all the time.” A long groan escapes your lips, eyes shut and head tilted back. You are really not in the mood to play today. 

“No pick up lines! I can only take so much, and the desert is currently the limit!” You hear him chuckle leaning closer to your body and giving it a light bump. 

“Is it a pick up line when it’s the truth?” You snort in response, but lean into him as his arm snakes its way around your waist. Or at least attempts to with your backpack on, so it’s more around the small of your back and butt if anything. 

“Guess not.” Glancing at him he’s got a grin on his face now looking out towards the horizon and the slowly but surely descending sun, catching your eyes he gives his eyebrows a raise. “What are you really after?” You question, tone teasing. 

“I was thinking, maybe when we stop for tonight we have a little fun?” You have to smile at his question, he’s certainly come a far way from stammering out an answer and blushing dark enough to make a rose jealous when asked if he wanted a hand job. 

“Oh yea? What’d you have in mind, Sunshine?” 

“I was thinking of you on your back, with me pounding into you.” You gawf at his words, that’s a terrible idea. You are not going to have sex and get a pounding out in the desert.  

“Oh, I don't think so. Not in the sand.” His grin falls at that.

“Why not?” His voice is skeptical, like he doesn’t see an issue as to why you wouldn’t want to have sex in the desert. 

“Because my pretty plant man, you seem to be forgetting something.” You’re glancing at him from the corner of your eye, narrowed in annoyance from the fact you have to spell out your reasoning. “I produce my own lubrication and you know what sand does to things that are wet? They stick to it.” Reaching down you press your hand to the one he has on your hip, squeezing his fingers. 

“So?” His eyebrows are raised, a small grin dancing across his face. 

“So, I'm telling you I don’t want sand in there. It’d be more than uncomfortable, and do you want to feel sand against your cock while inside me?” You're frowning at him now as well even if your tone is light, at the edge of laughter “it’s not happening. I’m more than happy to get down on my knees and suck you off though.” At that offer you wiggle your eyebrows at him, you do enjoy your oral.  

“What if we put down a blanket?” He’s humming while he thinks, and you have to laugh at his suggestion.

“No. Still sand around.” Another laugh from you while he hums, fingers tapping against your hip. 

“Blanket and my jacket under us?” Slipping his hand from your hip he gives your butt cheek a playful tap before sliding back to its previous location. 

“Your jacket is still not enough of a barrier between my lady parts and sand, blanket or not.” His playfulness is making you grin, and the feeling of his hand briefly on your butt is putting a warmth in your core. Such a small action from him and you feel your body start to respond. Being in love sure has increased your libido. 

“Well what if I was on the bottom?” That has you thinking for a moment, a blanket, his jacket and him? That could work, and the warmth in your core is spreading at the thought of him being under you. Humming you turn and smile at him, all teeth, nose crinkled.

“I agree on the condition that if once we’re going and I feel sand, I’m done. You won’t even get to use my hand to help relieve the pressure. I’ll leave taking care of that problem all up to you .” You want it clear your firm on this stance long before either of you is planning to get started that you want an out if sand appears, and the idea of him having to get himself off while you watch does do things to your own head. Maybe you’ll suggest it one night, just watching one another as they work themselves to completion. Oh or another idea, giving directions to the other on what they want them to do to themselves. 

Sighing dramatically like it’s the end of the world he glances at you and smiles giving himself away “If that’s what it takes to make love to my beautiful Mayfly then I agree.” 

“It’s in the desert, ain’t no makin love about it.” You snort, leaning closer to him “When you make love to me it’s all about emotions and sensual stuff, lots and lots of eye contact. I’m going to be too worried about getting sand in my pussy to be thinking about how much I love you, Sunshine.” At that a chuckle leaves him, pulling his hand away from your hip and stopping your walking to turn and face him. 

“Ah” he’s cupping your cheek, and leaning forward to press a feather light kiss to the tip of your nose. “You love me, Mayfly?” You roll your eyes at that and press a mock punch to his shoulder. 

“I tell you all the time ya dork” At his words you’re also smiling, not willing to pull away from his hand on your face or him just yet. Instead you reach up with one of your own free hands, thumb rubbing just under the edge of his sunglasses and against his beauty mark. “But since you’re acting so surprised and cute about it” using your other hand you reach up and move the hand he has against your face so it’s hovering just over your lips “I” a soft kiss pressed to the palm of his gloved hand. “Love” you press a second light kiss to where the fabric of his glove meets his ring finger, grinning at him. Before pushing his thumb into your mouth, giving it a light suck while your tongue teases the pad of the digit, pulling off with a pop. “You.” Eyes flicking up to his face you have to try and keep yourself from roaring with laughter, his own eyes are blown wide behind his sunglasses. A look of shock painted across his face, and a beautiful shade of crimson painting his cheeks and neck. 

“I, ugh… I” he’s a stuttering mess in front of you, and you’re glad your mouth is hidden behind his hand because you have no doubt that there’s shit eating grin across it. You watch his throat bob and see the twitch of his jaw, knowing he’s counting his breaths trying to calm himself down. “I think we should get going, Mayfly.” His words come out as a squeak and you do laugh this time. 

“Sure thing, Sunshine. We’ve got a little ways to go before we set up camp anyway based on how high the sun still is.” Releasing his hand and stepping away from him as you begin to start to continue to walk in the direction you’d both been going. The sound of rushing steps greets your ears, turning your head to see a still blushing Vash catch up and matching your pace. It’s making you snicker, watching him as he keeps trying to peek at you struggling to be discreet about it. “You know you’re allowed to look at me” a smirk fully in place as you keep walking. 

“It’s not that” a shake of his head and he has your full curiosity now “I just don’t think you know how much you affect me sometimes.” Voice full of affection, making no move to try and hide his observation of you this time, and you find yourself raising your eyebrows at him. Unsure where he’s going with this because the fact you can leave him a furiously blushing, unable to speak mess, is a pretty clear indication how much you affect him. “I mean. Sure you leave me speechless when we flirt” that soft smile is across his face, the real one that isn’t the mask he puts on for other people. It makes your heart feel ecstatic in your chest as he keeps speaking. “It’s everything else too. You’re easy to talk to, sometimes about the most mundane things, like the color someone painted the inside of a saloon. It’s the way you listen to, you hear what I have to say and just seem to know when I need you to answer or just listen to me. Moments like that I know I have your full attention, and it’s been a long time since I've felt that.” Voice wistful you find one of your hands reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his, while you walk and talk.

“Or when we’re being chased out of a town” that sounds pretty familiar, even if you did leave before it could happen this time “not once have you ever blamed me for it. I know where we’re dating, some things are supposed to go hand in hand. It just means so much so glancing at my side and to see you there, right beside me. And when I feel like everything is crashing down around me, you make some stupid joke that pulls me out of that spiral, or you just hold me and let me break.” He’s pulling your hand up and gently caressing the finger joints not covered by your gloves with his lips, being careful as he slows his steps but keeps walking. “I guess what I'm trying to say is you affect me in so many little ways, that should be so routine, but to me they're anything but.” After that little speech, you don’t need a mirror to know you’re the one turning red, you can feel your face and ears entirely ablaze. “I love you too, my Mayfly.” 

“Well Vash, you sure know how to make a girls heart race” lowering your hand, you can see the gleam in his eye at your words. Joy reflected in those blue eyes at being able to get such a response from you, but you need a bit of a reprieve from how much this is making your heart race in your chest. “That or you really really wanna make sure you get in my pants tonight.” 

“Damnit, Mayfly, I was being serious” he drops your hand to make a motion like he’s asking the universe for help “you’re incorrigible sometimes you know that.” That pulls a laugh from you, reaching to hook your arm around his waist under his coat so there’s less fabric between your hand and his skin. Pressing your mouth to his clothed shoulder and leaning against him, steps uneven in the sand. 

“I know Vash, I know. I didn’t mean to break the moment, but you were going to make me cry, and you know me.” He’s looking at you a little suspicious but throws his arm over your shoulders pulling you tighter into his body but still in a loose embrace. “I only know how to ugly cry.” He’s groaning, turning his head somewhat to nuzzle your hair with his nose before turning to look back at the horizon, as the two of you have been walking the sun is getting closer to going down. A rock formation not too far off in the distance. 

“Let’s stop at that formation up ahead. I think we’re both a little too distracted to really focus on where we’re going.” You have to agree. Between the words you’ve said to each other you’re both clearly no longer in a hurry to get much farther today, even if it means you might spend another night sleeping in the dunes you don’t mind. As much as you might want a bed, that want will never overtake your need to be by Vash’s side. Need. Been a long time since you thought of being beside a person as a need. You feel a drop or two of liquid pass your eyes, and if he notices he doesn’t say anything, just keeps moving forward towards where you’ll both be camping tonight. “I hope all this seriousness hasn’t derailed my plan of us having fun tonight?” 

That hauls you back to early and you wiggle your eyebrows at him again, sliding your hand down to pinch his butt, making him give a little yelp and jump “Oh yea. The only thing you need to worry about derailing this caboose tonight is sand on the tracks.” 

“Did you just refer to yourself as a caboose ? I mean your butt isn’t that big Mayfly” After his little jump he went for a little bit of payback, letting his fingers trail along the nap of your neck. 

“I was going with the rail theme, but I guess you missed that part” you shiver a bit glad you’re almost to the rocks, hoping he doesn’t comment on the blush on your cheeks this time. At the rate you’re going you are tempted to just drop to your knees then and there and start working on sucking his cock, like what you thought he was going to ask for in the first place. Going for a bit of your own payback you push the hem of his shirt up, letting your fingers creep along his skin enjoying the shake you feel from his body. 

“Well if it’s a rail theme. Am I your conductor? Because I’m ready to bring you into the station” You snort your head leaning back and he takes advantage to drag his fingers along the front of your throat making you moan at the sensation. 

“I guess so, because all you seem to have right now is tunnel vision” chuckling himself he dips forward to press an awkward kiss to your neck. More of a sloppy peck if anything but you still enjoy it. The embers that had been flicking in your core are starting to reignite, as you reach the edge of the rock formation. Disentangling from each other to have a quick look around. Finding a good spot you find yourself dropping your bags and setting up for the night, dusk approaching as you finish off a few meal blocks between the two of you. Telling Vash sexy times can wait till you eat, continuing to tease each other, so that when you are done, sitting side by side. You can feel the dampness dripping from your core, the bulge in Vash’s pants quite visible to your eye. 

Sitting there you lean more into Vash, cheek pressed against his collarbone so you’re looking up at the bottom of his chin, letting your knee fall over and hit his own. The shadow of a smile on his face as he tilts his head to look down at you. “Hi.�� It’s funny how out of breath he sounds, like he’s after running a ile instead of having finished eating a little while ago. 

“Hi” you murmur back to him, turning your head so more of the skin of your face is in contact with his body. Slowly dragging your hand across your own leg then his, tracing patterns into his thigh before gliding it across his hip and starting up his chest, a soft whimper from low in Vash’s throat, at you denying any sort of touch where he wants it most right now. “Do you want something baby?” Tone teasing your hand is still moving upwards, towards one of his pecs, rubbing soft circles into the muscle. 

“You know I do” not giving you a chance to respond to him, both of his hands move to pull you into his lap, manhandling your body so both of your legs are over his forcing you to straddle him. Shocked at the sudden movement your hands are flailing, grabbing whatever part of him that you can to steady yourself, resulting in one hand cupping the back of his head the other tangled in the collar of his coat. Using your hips to take control of your movements Vash is pressing you hard against him, grinding your body against his providing the friction he wanted to his crotch. “That’s better” you do have to admit whenever he takes charge it does make your core pulse with a delicious heat. 

While it’s a bit of an awkward angle because of the way you’re both situated in the sand the contact does feel nice, the occasional rubbing of fabric against your lower lips causing you to twitch in his hold. With Vash taking control of the grinding you smirk, choosing to focus your attention elsewhere planting your hands on both of his shoulders and digging your fingers into the fabric pulling a hiss of pleasure from him. Leaning forward to start trailing a path of quick pecks along his neck, down to the edge of his shirt, once there you drag your tongue back up the skin and blow on it. You’re rewarded with a shudder from him, a hitch in his command of your hips against him, before his fingers dig in harder against your hips trying to pull you even tighter against him. 

A soft moan drawn from your lips and pausing your movements, cunt fluttering from the sensations and your underwear is damp inside your pants. You go back to his neck, using your teeth and dragging them down his pulse point, rewarded with a low growl from somewhere deep inside him this time. You don’t stop at the fabric this time, using your pearly whites to drag the tight fabric down to reveal more of his pale skin along the hollow of his throat. Darting forward to press an open mouth kiss to the area, hands at the base of his skull drawing it back to give you a better angle. “Such a good girl you are Mayfly” with more of his skin exposed you hum letting the sensitive skin under your lips feel the pressure, while he groans from it. A harsh suck and he’s jerking his hands pulling your core against his own even harder, making you throb. “Keep doing things like that and I might cum in my pants.” 

Happy with how long you’ve been sucking on his neck you pull away, thumbs keeping the fabric from rolling back up and hiding the blooming red breaking out against his neck. “Maybe that’s what I want, then I don’t have to worry about getting sand in your favorite part of me” you’re back to placing soft kisses along the skin of his neck, this time trailing up along his jaw and to the point of his chin. Enjoying the feeling of his quick exhales against your face, he’s panting hard, the occasional grunt sounding wonderful to your ears. 

Tilting his head forward, away from your hands, his eyes are shining and fluttering unfocused as he stares at you “As much as I like your pussy, and how it feels wrapped around me, it is far from being my favorite part of you Mayfly.” His words send another pulse of heat to your core, almost a moment of calm before the storm as you both stare into one another's eyes. Even his movement of your hips against his has slowed, before your mouths are colliding, teeth hitting teeth clashing together before you adjust in the searing kiss. Hearing a whine you have no idea which one of you made it, and you don’t care too caught up in the feeling of his lips against yours. As you pull apart slightly you bite into his lower lip, just hard enough to get his attention as to what you want from him before he’s opening his mouth, both of you engaging in another kiss. Sweeping your tongue into his mouth, pressing against the sharp canines and the rest of his front teeth, the feel of the slightly longer teeth making you shudder. While you haven’t explored it yet, you think you’re starting to get a bit of a biting kink because of those two ivories in his skull, feeling more fluid seep from inside you. At this point your underwear is drenched. Pulling away you’re both taking deep lungfuls of air, panting and gasping against one another, Vash having slowed the rolling of your hips. 

“Ready to move onto the next step handsome, from what I can feel your pants should be feeling pretty tight, pretty uncomfortable.” Nails dragging along the nape of his neck while he’s staring at you, a goofy grin painted across both your faces. The sun had set in the distance since the two of you started, the sky darkening just enough for the first few stars to become visible and you shiver, but not from the cold. Releasing his hold on your hips you push back away from him onto the balls of your feet, a little unsteady in your haze of lust shaking your head to reorient yourself. In that time Vash has unfurled the blanket he sometimes uses during the night and removed his jacket zipping it up and placing it atop the blanket before throwing you an apperceptive glance. Watching him, you see him give you a once over before looking past your shoulder at some, causing you to turn. All you can see are the rock formations, too thin to do anything with but lean against. 

The press of a warm body behind you and two hands reaching up to cup your breasts brings your attention back to Vash. “Do you trust me Mayfly?” His mouth is right next to your ear, nosing along the shell of it while he waits for your answer, kneading your chest through the fabric of your shirt and bra. 

“Of course I do, Sunshine.” Humming he sinks his teeth into your ear and you almost howl, pussy clenching hard around nothing. Yea you can tick that biting kink off on the list, damn, you were not expecting to almost have an orgasm from that. With him behind you, you reach your hands behind you to feel his hips and slide those hands back to give his ass a squeeze. Once your ear is released from his mouth he’s soothing the bite with the tip of his tongue, hands moving to slide your own jacket off your shoulders and tossing it atop both of your bags. Hands on your hips again and turning you to face him, slowly pushing you to step backwards until you feel the rock against your back. His mouth is seeking yours again, eyes closing you let him have control, just sliding your hands along his chest and resting against his pecs, slight circular motions pressing against him. A quick squeeze to one of your breasts and you moan mouth opening slightly, Vash pressing his advantage to slip his tongue into your wet cavern this time. One of his hands is trailing down your stomach feather light, until he reaches the belt of your cargo pants undoing the buckle one handed, fumbling a little before getting it out of the way and unbuttoning your pants, forcing the zipper down. 

With some of the layers of fabric no longer a barrier his hand is quick to press inside, feeling your drenched underwear and finally breaking the kiss. “You said no sand right? That means being pressed up against a rock is fine right?” You don’t get a chance to answer in earnest before he’s pushing the fabric of your pants down to the midpoint of your thighs and lifting you up enough to rest what might be a third of your ass on a thin natural ledge formed in the rock. You don’t feel any sand pressing into the soft skin so you let him continue, body humming at the thought of what he might have planned for you. At this height his face is perfectly aligned with your chest, raising an eyebrow at him curious as to what he’s going to do.

His hands are tracing patterns into the bare skin of your thighs, the occasional pinch making you moan, your body is unsure what sensation to follow. With the chilled touch from his prosthetic occasional darting to your front while it palms your skin, or the blazing heat radiating from his flesh one pressing lower against your fabric covered core. This time you do know where the whine you hear comes from, your own throat, with his fingers this close your pussy is going mad, even the flicker of a touch is making you clench wanting to pull something into your core. “Please baby, I need more” and you do, you want to feel more of him against your skin and the teasing touch is nowhere near enough, ignoring the pressure of your hands on his shoulders unsure what it is you want him to do. His eyes are hazy as they look at you and he starts to lean down, and you feel a tremor of apprehension in your body. 

The blond locks between your legs are making you sigh at the sight alone, moaning when you feel his warm breath against the soaked fabric covering the folds of your pussy, watching him, you clench as his head moves forward. And upwards, a much harsher whine passing your lips as the neglection of your desperate cunt, his hands still teasing the skin around the area. He’s got a mischievous grin as he looks up, taking a page from your own actions earlier and using his teeth to pull your shirt up, the look in his eyes sending another round of liquid from your pussy. Pausing in his path you watch his nose twitch, eyes flicking downwards, and his prosthetic is flicking your covered center making your head arch back in surprise. Humming reaches your ears and his head starts moving upwards again, his fabric filled mouth lined up with the bottom portion of your bra, flesh hand moving to hold it up. Why not do that in the first place? “Be a good girl, Mayfly, and hold this for me” Ah, that’s why. 

Hand tentatively reaching for the bunched fabric you hook the edge with your fingers, rewarded with a brief kiss against your digits. “Just a little higher, I wanna be able to see both of those cups, my pretty lady.” Having an idea what he’s planning, and hopefully it’s not another misdirection this time, you take your other hand and with the edge of your shirt in both roll the remaining fabric of your shirt up so there’s a line of fabric at the top of your breasts. This time you do shiver at the cold feeling your nipples start to pebble from the difference in temperature. “Such a good girl, knowing what I was looking for, Mayfly. Think you deserve a reward?” 

Smiling and nodding you freeze, remember he probably can’t see your face right now “Only if it’s not more teasing” you whisper out into the night. A chuckle is your answer before his mouth is pressed against your breastbone, just above the fabric making up the center of your bra, soft against the rarely seen skin outside a hotel room. 

“Did you know your scars gleam in the moonlight, Mayfly?” That makes you pause, ignoring the cold for a moment as his mouth trails along the top of the fabric, mouthing the skin along the way. “They almost seem like rivers of silver, I know you don’t like them, but I love them” he punctuates the words by using his nose to move the fabric covering one of your nipples out of the way before catching the air hardened nub in his mouth and sucking hard. Back arching from the sensation and pressing your chest harder against his mouth, him humming around the skin, tongue flicking away and enjoying the feeling of your warm flesh under his hands and mouth. Once he’s satisfied with the condition of the first one, Vash pulls away with a hard pop making you hiss and clench. “You must be so wet Mayfly, even from up here I can smell you. Smell how desperate you are for more.” His words leave your swallowing hard, and the truth is you are desperate to cum at this point, your body feeling strung out. 

Vash uses his mouth again to push the fabric out of the way and begins to start the same treatment from the first nipple onto your second. Or at least so it seems before giving it a hard bite forcing you to actually howl from the pain this time, his tongue quickly working to sooth the inflamed flesh. Panting hard and a few tears pin pricking your eyes from the pain, you honestly hadn’t been expecting that. He’s swirling his tongue against the nub in his mouth and rewards your patience at long last, pulling the fabric sticking to your cunt away and easily sliding a digit from his prosthetic into your core. This time your hiss is more one of pleasure then pain, finally having something in your slick channel to clench around, voice just audible you keep panting the words “thank you, thank you” over and over while he keeps sucking away and pumping the lone digit into your fluttering walls.

After a while, he ups his ministrations, adding a second finger that leaves you moaning and he pulls away from your breast again and leans back to survey his work. Both breasts are covered in blooming hickies, the results making his cock throb in his pants, he needs to make you cum before he moves you both to the blanket and his jacket, knowing he won’t last long with how riled up he is. Glancing at your face and taking in the slight sheen on your skin he smiles, you're wrecked from his touches and he loves it, loves how he’s learned how to make your body sing. The only body he’s ever wanted to know so intimately and most likely the only one he ever will, he knows you’re the one he was meant to find in this wide universe. 

“Doing ok there Mayfly?” His voice is soft in your ear after leaning closer to you again, a kiss placed on your face beside where his hot breath is making you shudder. Core clenching delectably around the two fingers scissoring you open, still aware of the other hand tracing random patterns into your thigh, dancing along the pale skin. 

“Yea, feeling pretty good baby” you still have your shirt balled up in your hands, not because you’re afraid of dropping them, there were no rules put in place tonight. No you keep them up because with the spit he left on both nipples the cool night air is making you shiver adding to the mismatch of sensations passing through your body. The movement of his fingers is speeding up, and you close your eyes briefly taking a deep breath. Upon re-opening them you find Vash staring at you, a look of adoration on his face like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s laid his eyes on. Pressing his lips to yours again, unhurried you moan, a third finger slipping in to massage your walls feeling that coil inside of you being pulled even tighter, the warmth searing hot. He doesn’t kiss you for long, having to lean up against the rock and stretch to reach your lips, the whole reason he placed you on the rock was to try and keep himself from hunching down to play with your pussy and breasts in the first place.

Your hips are starting to jerk following the movement of his fingers as they plunge in and out of you, chasing that high. “Do you wanna cum?” You nod at his question, eyes shut and breathing through clenched teeth, his fingers picking up speed. “Then cum on my fingers Mayfly, I’ll help you” the hand tracing patterns in your thigh is suddenly gone, the rough pad of his thumb dipping into you quickly before pulling away. A light pressure placed against your clit, using your own juices to lubricate his touch to your sensitive skin. It doesn’t take long, with the motions of his fingers against your core and bud before your back is arching again, pussy clenching hard around his now stilled fingers inside you, finally cumming a soft exhale of his name as that coil inside you snaps. Slumping forward Vash catches you against his body, letting you catch your breath while your mind slowly comes down from your high. Feeling the last twitch of your inner walls he gently removes his fingers from you, the fluid on them making his metal fingers gleam in the moonlight. 

Once you start coming back to yourself and leaning back, he catches your eye as you adjust your bra and shirt to hang correctly, as he holds his hand up, the result of your release clear in front of your eyes for you to see. Starting to make a show of licking his digits clean, and holding eye contact while he does. A long pitiful whine escapes your throat, core clenching again as that dwindling flame starts up inside you again. Pink tip making a great show of scooping your juices off his fingers, once he’s happy with how clean they are and leaving you a whining panting mess he places his hands on your hips again to help you slide off the rock shelf. Once your feet are on the ground you’re reaching for him, tasting yourself on his tongue and moaning, hand palming at his hard cock still tucked away inside his pants. Pulling away you grin widely at him “ready to take this bad boy out and give him some relief?” You keep palming at him waiting for his answer, feeling him jerk against your hands hot even through his pants.  

“Only if you are Mayfly” it seems since earlier in the evening he’s understood more of your apprehension about being down in the sand, giving you a final out. But at this point with how good you feel from his actions so far tonight, you want to feel him inside you, mess in the desert be damned. You nod, a brief kiss pressed to the corner of his lips, hooking the fingers of your hand with his while he leads you back to the blanket and his jacket. You slip both your gloves and toss them to join your jacket, watching as they land in the center. Vash has sat down on top of his coat, working on undoing his belt and pants to allow him to slide them with his underwear down his legs until his cock springs out. The head is red and weeping, clearly showing how neglected it’s been so far tonight and throbbing with need. 

Once his attention is back on your body, you make a show of dragging your hands down your chest, giving your covered chest a squeeze on the way down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up just enough so we can watch your fingers dance across the skin there while he wraps his hand around his cock, giving it slow measured pumps. Slowly walking closer to him, you wiggle your hips at him watching the slow swallow in his throat. Standing at his feet you let your hands glide along the top of your underwear, moving to your sides and finally hooking the fabric with your fingers to push it down, moaning long and loud as the cold night air nips at your wet lips. Letting your pants and underwear drop down around your ankles you drop to your knees between Vash’s legs, rubbing your hands along his clothed legs up to where you can touch bare skin to skin. 

Wrapping a hand around his cock after pushing his hand you hear a sigh from him, pumping him in measured motions, base to tip, and back down, twisting along the way. “Please Mayfly” his voice is husky in his request and you won’t tease him too much, the need to feel him deep in your pussy is too strong to ignore. A final pump with the palm of your hand gracing his tip, a glob of precum beading at the slit. Adjusting your legs so your straddling him, tapping your clit with his head you let out a shaky moan, and he’s placing his hands on your hips again. Catching his eye, he gives you a perceptive nod, an indication he’s ready, and hand serving as a guide you press his head just past your entrance. With your first orgasm behind you and all the fluid dripping between you it’s an easy glide, and you slowly start to move your hips, gently taking more and more of him inside you. 

Even as worked open as you are, once at the halfway point of his cock past your entrance you moan, the stretch of your walls at the edge between pain and pleasure. While your favorite thing when riding him is to just drop your hips and let gravity force his length into your channel, you don’t want that tonight. Wanting to savor that delicious stretch as you clench around him, keeping your movements shallow as you move up and down his length. Humming low in your throat you catch his eye, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth watching you “like what you see~?” teasing him with a circular movement of your hips. 

“I do” he grunts hips raising a little to slide just a bit deeper inside your slick walls “you feel so good.” You keep your pace slow, allowing both of you to relish the joint sensation, still working to take all of him inside you but you’re nearly there now. Pulling one of his hands from your hips, the flesh one, you make sure he’s watching as you pull his glove off, tossing it aside, placing his index and middle finger in your mouth and sucking on them. Hips thrashing and groaning, he slides the last of his length inside you making you both moan, your own hips following his as they drop back to keep him inside you. His tip kissing the deepest part of you, drawing another moan from you and around his fingers, flicking your tongue against the rough pads. Releasing his hand, which he replaces on your hip again you exhale long and low focusing on the feeling inside you, muscles fluttering around his throbbing cock inside you. Once you’ve adjusted to how full you feel, you start moving, grinding your hips in soft circles, Vash panting under you head thrown back. “I’m…” his words are slurred “I’m not… gonna la-...st Mayfly” the words a struggle for him to get out. 

“Do you want me to speed up?” his head is shaking in the negative, clearly trying to hold off his orgasm wanting to draw out how long he’s going to be inside your tight heat. 

“So good” in response to his words you do keep the same pace adding in a shallow rise and drop of your hips, cock sliding in and out of you causing your walls to flutter at the sensation. At how desperate he’s getting you smirk, leaning forward to let his jerking hips occasionally pressing the fine blond hairs at his base against your clit, clenching harder around him. Dropping your hands to his middle you start bunching the fabric up, pushing it along his skin until you have an unobstructed view of his chest and pecs a happy hum passing your lips while you keep riding him. There’s a red hue across his chest, a sign of his arousal and you let your hands dance across his skin, fingering the metal rod connecting his two pecs. A hard bucks makes you smile, looking into his blown out eyes, so hazy and unfocused, and still trying to hold his orgasm off. 

“You can finish at anytime baby” he’s still shaking his head in the negative, forcing you to raise an eyebrow at him, the flush across his face making you tighten even more and you start to increase the pace of your movements. The sudden movement making him almost thrash, cock throbbing in your cunt in time to the fluttering of his heartbeat, but he’s still trying to hold himself back, a line of sweat slowly dripping down your back. Taking matters into your own hands, literally, you start to palm his pecs, pinching the sensitive skin there and pressing one of your thumbs into the scar where his missing nipple should have been. He’s panting even harder now, hips positioning against yours and his hands pulling your own up and down, finally riding that edge, and you realize the sneak was holding off, wanting you to finish with him. The flames in your core are burning you, a bubbling in your stomach making you want to cross that finish line, but you want him to reach his peak, you can work your own completion after his. 

Sinking your teeth into the muscle around his remaining nipple, he hisses, feeling impossibly hard inside you, tongue rubbing the indents left in his skin and now flicking his hardening nub. “Mayfly~” your orgasm is chasing your heels, so you suck, hard against his skin, feeling his back arch, hands digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises you can already feel forming. His thick hot seed, spurting inside your core as he cums, painting your insides white, and it pulls your second orgasm from you, blisteringly tight as your pussy milks him length for all he’s worth drawing any remaining cum from his ball in weaker spurts. 

Head resting against his chest, a line of drool connecting your mouth to his nipple making his shiver from the liquid against his skin. Slowly coming back to your senses as you both breath deeply, releasing the hold on your hips, his hands slide up your back pressing against the fabric enclosed skin. “That, felt so good Mayfly.” His post nut clarity making him laugh “I can’t believe you bit my nipple.” 

“Did you like it at least?” you giggle, body feeling lax against him and you enjoy the sensation of him softening inside you. Fingers tracing along the metal cable fused along his skin, listening to his heartbeat. 

“I did. Might be something else for us to explore.” He’s sighing, one hand reaching up to tangle in your hair, rubbing against your scalp. “We should clean up. I don’t really want a cum stain on my jacket, as much as it would make for an interesting story.” You snort, pushing yourself up into a seating position still straddling him, before placing your hands beside him and pushing upwards to your feet. 

Once standing you can feel your mixed fluids pouring down your thighs, checking your pants and underwear to make sure there isn’t any sand in them before pulling them back up. You’re not a stranger to fluid stuck between your legs, and Vash did say you should be in the next town by morning, even with the distracted delay from the evening you should still be there tomorrow to clean your skin better. Yourself taken care, you turn to see Vash pulling his pants back up around his post sex chub, making you grin. Checking his jacket before pulling it back on, seemingly happy that there aren’t any stains on the red fabric. 

Grabbing the blanket he walks closer to you, hand reaching to cup your face and you lean up to close the distance for a soft kiss. “Lets cuddle, I’m feeling pretty tired Mayfly.” Settling so he’s leaning against your bags, he pats his chest invitingly, so you settle between his legs again and rest your cheek against his chest above his heart beat. Arms wrapping around one another. “Thanks for entertaining the idea, this was fun.” You only hum, exhausting nipping at your skull and for the first night in a long time you don’t bother with a watch through the night. Content in  each other's arms.

The next morning, after getting on your way Vash having stated you should be in town by mid afternoon you both start walking. You notice on occasion Vash stops, gives a small shudder, and then continues on his way. By mid morning you can’t take it anymore, the discomfort he’s trying to hide showing on his face. “What’s wrong Sunshine?” you snicker at the glare he sends you.

Pausing once more, no longer trying to be discreet he tried to pull his pants away from his butt “I think I have sand in my butt crack” you roar with laughter, leaning on your knees at how despondent he sounds. “This isn’t funny Mayfly” trying to chastise you while he keeps pulling “it’s really uncomfortable. I keep feeling the grains moving around.” 

It’s the last straw and you fall over in the sand, laughing too hard to keep yourself upright, tears pricking your eyes. “And you wonder why I said I didn’t want sand in my lady parts” you continue to laugh before he’s pulling you up. As you both keep walking, another peal of laughter leaves you “Why didn't you just fuck me against the rock?” It’s like a lightbulb goes off above his head, and leaves him grumbling all the way to town about how next time he’ll take your advice when he wants to have sex in the desert. “Once we get to town, I'll help you clean up my Sunshine.” Once in town, he’s red in the face, trying to wave it off as heat exhaustion, only you know better as he tries once more to pull his clothes away from his butt.

Back to Masterlist for the series

[alyjojo]

February 🌠 2024 Monthly - Capricorn

Preshuffle: You’re really worried about something falling apart if you take some sort of action, send a message, maybe ask someone out. It’s love related, you could have a crush on someone. You’re afraid you see it as more than it is, they’re not as *committed* to love as you are, or reciprocate. It’s like you brush off butterfly 🦋 feelings you have as not realistic, immature, googly & gaga eyed, this is not possible, it’s just going to hurt. True or not idk, that’s how you see it.

Meditation: It’s a beautiful scene of a wedding to come, everything is set up but the place is empty, except for you, sitting far off to the side, wearing all black, just staring at this scene lovingly like you wish it were yours? Or maybe it is and there’s fear around this, I can’t tell, I didn’t ask. I just watched you watch that. Outdoors, there was a white platform with a white arch, flowers woven in the arch, a microphone and band set up on the side, lots of empty chairs. There were also cherry blossom trees, blowing in the breeze, thousands of petals falling everywhere. But where you were was darker, shade, a dark forest, dark clothing…not a dark vibe though. More like you felt “unworthy”, possibly fear.

Main energy: The World

Your own Saturn energy of lessons being learned, chapters being closed, the end of a current cycle of your life - may have already happened. Pluto leaving you has inevitably brought something to a close, or will. You’re either getting closure on an ending, could be a relationship, or you’ve learned the lessons you’ve needed to learn, so that you may have a new beginning in a brand new way. Same person though, you and someone else could’ve gone through some heated arguments or issues recently. If so I do see apologies, and pain, but I also see this as what you want. Or, if not, you know what you want now. It’s possible you had deep feelings for someone and they ran off, successfully, happily, pleasing themselves and their libido or whatever selfish bs - that still hurts. Or you did. In that case, you’re getting the closure you need, even if you have to do it yourself. Judgement brings things back for review, and it can be what nails the coffin shut for good too, or changes things in a new way. King of Cups may be you or this person, he’s a King with empathy and deep love or emotions, and though he’s not the most open with those emotions, he is mature in how he considers them when making decisions 🙏 If not you, someone else feels they’ve learned their lesson, and may be coming back around to apologize.

What’s going on in February:

Page of Cups:

This could get real deep for someone. It’s possible you have a baby daddy that ain’t shit, ran off, something happened, and someone else has come into your life that makes it right - Justice. They could be an air sign, they show up as King of Swords, doesn’t have to be, I just get that they’re a morally just sort of person, they’re not going to hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about. The ex might be hurt though, and if so that’s Justice. They may be trying to return after having bailed in the first place, whether it’s for you or a shared child, they do come up as mature and loving…maybe they want to be a parent now or something. When you move on of course, not before, when it’s convenient or even needed.

If this King is not another person, then this could be your own energy towards them. They feel they’ve learned their lesson, or you have, and giving this connection a new beginning based on the love you both share may be the right thing - Justice. Or it’s done. Either way it’s fair, whether you’re cutting someone out and moving on or letting someone back in, something big has changed, points have been made, there’s understanding. Passion and love too. If not romantic, then it’s just a genuine love, they inspire you, you have fun together - 6 Wands at the bottom is success & overcoming any problems between you.

Ace of Wands:

This seems to be anger, at least in this reading. Clarified by assumptions, what’s hidden in the dark, someone felt like the other person just didn’t care, or that you don’t have the same dreams & long term goals. Maybe that was the case. There’s a block in communication at the bottom, that’s why everyone is assuming shit - The Moon. When answers aren’t given and things aren’t clear, people make up their own minds and we have no control over what they think if they’re not open. But assumptions can be wrong, we’re forced to read body language and subtle hints, things that are extremely hard to read on a Capricorn, y’all have a winning poker face ♦️ In some cases, coming to your own conclusions and giving yourself closure may have been the only option, someone ran off and deserted you, they didn’t care, so why would you throw them a bone to hear an explanation? Though, one may be coming. I keep seeing an apology.

The Hanged Man:

No communication, silence, possible secrets, there’s no clarity or hasn’t been for who knows how long. Strength at the bottom can show this has been hell on you, a very difficult situation this person may have put on you or put you through, and just said nothing. Who can come back from that? They may try anyway. I’m getting there’s a lot you don’t know, and how you’ve been since or how you’ve overcome this, maybe they don’t know. You’ve tried to find some perspective without any of the necessary information that would take, or they have, it feels like you’re the one assuming things - because you have to. If someone is coming back around, they/you may try to skirt around issues or skim over problems, no one is addressing the things that need addressing - because 5 Wands rev, no one wants drama - and it’s probably likely to get heated once it starts up - again Ace of Wands is pointed out, someone’s been hurt, there may have been a very difficult situation here. Idk if you/them can accept a basic apology with no real depth though, especially if you’re the Cups person. Or that’s how they feel.

5 Wands rev:

Lots of energy hidden at the bottom, same as it’s hidden in your communication. Or theirs. There is a basic apology, and “going along to get along” with Temperance. No one wants to fight, no one wants drama or arguments, and they/you are sacrificing a deeper connection in order to mask over problems for the sake of peace. Even apologizing, there’s no real accountability here, and if that’s the case, *are* they actually sorry? Or they just want to pretend it didn’t happen? Easy for them to say. Or switch. You hold yourself back, hold your feelings back, but at the bottom, they left you! You were alone, they didn’t speak to you, The Devil could show all sorts of toxic bs that had a grip on them or you, and they consciously made the decision to hurt you. People know what they do. If I had a child here, that may be different, but I don’t. I have the intelligent King and the emotionally mature King, this person is grown. Or they are now & things need addressing 💯 Even if there’s forgiveness, that’s up to you, it’s still important to get your feelings in the open. If they’re actually coming around, some aren’t and you’re having to come to terms with & release it regardless.

9 Wands:

This is pain, you’ve been hurt, and you hold a lot of grudges or negative perceptions of this person *because* you’ve been hurt. You’re guarded. Naturally. I’ve seen Strength the whole reading and it finally came out, whatever you’ve experienced was very difficult, and you did it alone. Maybe even because of them. Or you see it that way, there’s a blame energy, whether it’s all their fault or partially, and some of these things may be projected or assumed with The Moon. Communication is important, but I’m not seeing it this month. The World is just the end, lesson learned. If they want to come back though, and you’re willing, what will really change unless issues are addressed? Everyone keeps assuming shit in the dark and being mad quietly while not speaking up? Nobody got tiiiime for that 💯 If it’s over and you’re just done, you may not have a choice to even talk it out, get answers, get closure, you just have to sit with it and come up with your own. It’s better than nothing. This King of Swords energy wants to balance things out and make it right, whether it’s starting over or ending for good, either is fine. It’s this confusing, not addressing, not talking, not speaking up, not taking accountability, elephant in the room bs that’s gotta go.

Separately, if someone’s left you holding the bag, not paying child support possibly, you could be taking them to court or already have and their Judgment Day has come, pay up 💰 In that case, you don’t have anything to say, let the courts say it and they can do their job as parent or they can pay you to do it for them. This all could be switched for someone as well. To connect it to the meditation, this could be an ex spouse having gone through divorce. Coldness/intelligence may be warranted or shown where there are deep feelings that exist, but hurt overrides those feelings. A cycle is closing, no matter how it ends.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy water 💦 Pisces, Scorpio, Cancer, Aquarius, Capricorn & Leo

Oracle: ✨

32 Struggle 🥴

Struggle is a part of life - so much so that you probably know people who seem to constantly attract one struggle after another into their lives. This is their comfort zone. While struggle is natural, it is natural only so far as it lends itself to learning lessons and overcoming inner personal challenges. Beneath every one of these struggles is the gift of enlightenment. The satisfaction of a lesson learned. Use this knowledge as the light at the end of your dark tunnel. What lesson is this struggle teaching you? Alternately, after a brief setback, this situation will start to right itself.

We enter into February as:

Pink From Pinkton 💗

“I am more than I think I am.”

Pink shows us the process of self-awareness. Are you trying to recapture a past moment that no longer fits? You may have outgrown something, and while it can be a challenge to admit it, being fully who you are is much more glorious than trying to fit yourself into the past. If you are presently upset or struggling with a difficult situation, it may be because you are trying to make something work when it simply can’t. You may be seeking to keep something far less than what you deserve. With self-awareness and discovery comes a new obligation, using your new knowledge. New ideas, projects & opportunities can only come if you stop blocking them.

What is to be learned in February:

Princess of Amber 👸🏽:

“I quietly sizzle and shine.”

You are connecting with your passion. It is time to focus on the task at hand and not divert your attention. If you are being of service to others, you will reap great rewards. This is a sign of great abundance with selflessness. Put your eye on the work and not the rewards. You’re also being urged to stand up for what you believe in. If you are being asked to compromise yourself, you must not. You are correct to feel passionate about your position, you know intuitively what a fair request is. When your intentions are good and true, you will always land with two feet on the ground. You may be up against pretty big odds, but you mustn’t give in to what you know is not correct. Others see your worth, it’s time for you to, and have faith that you are doing the right thing.

Amber/Orange may be lucky colors 🤎🧡

[effrvsnt107]

Aro headcanons because I feel like ranting:

• Aro washes, he is the only one that washes, he’s clean, the blood on his hands is just a part of him don’t worry about it

• He’s a glorified theatre kid, he adores all creative media but has a strong preference for music and art. He’s a quiet commissioner, if you ever get a commission for anything remotely historical it’s him asking the new receptionist to do it for him

• All vampires have a scent that attracts, but from the amount of vampires and humans he’s killed there’s a lingering smell of death that cannot be washed off.

• Given that he probably smells of Lavender, Cinnamon and a bit of Eucalyptus because of his baths (with a nice toasty warm smell of death along with it)

• He’s ABSOLUTELY listens to Lady Gaga and I’m not kidding I’m sure he does. He’s a Lady Gaga stan

• Aro’s love for Tchaikovsky is unmatched as well, adores him with his 3000 year old unbeating heart

• Him and Jane have some sort of father/daughter connection that was established when Jane was very young in England. I’m sure she knew something was off about him when she caught him spying on her and Alec. Alec was more afraid of him whereas Jane could sense danger but still interacted, and Aro liked that because what’s better than a willing soldier

• Chelsea and Jane have a different dynamic with Aro, both being seen as the most valuable members of the Volturi and with an unmatched connection with Aro. He spoils Chelsea with everything she wants (usually material things) because she is the one keeping half of the coven together, he cannot handle her leaving because of how good she is to him. He spoils Jane in an abundance of affection since Jane is so young that she’s more like his child than his coven mate. She also has an ‘immortal child’ quality to her, she would attract a lot of people if people weren’t scared of her. He doesn’t give af, she’s his chaotic demon baby. His little Renesme.

• Aro and Sulpicia’s love isn’t real, he never perused love he just wanted someone with no strings attached, that’s why he picked and orphan. She doesn’t deserve a goofy man like that anyway

• Specking on that, denial is a river in Egypt, ✨your husband is gay✨

• PRAYS TO THE HEAVENS ABOVE that Carlisle will come back to him, he wants a Las Vegan wedding just to stick it to Esme because Carlisle and Esme had a fancy lovey dovey wedding.

• The night Carlisle and Esme got married was the day he locked himself in his study to read the book they wrote together, got high on garlic or something like “why did my husband leave me, I’m only partially insane”. He left Caius in charge for that day to realise that he burned down 30 villages and caused natural disasters to cover it up.

• He makes the receptionist manicure his nails, they can’t even grow but he doesn’t care, all those creams and wax treatments for his onion skin hands

• Gives good hugs, even if he can read you mind while doing so

That’s about all I’ve got for now

[lincoln-riley]

Lincoln nodded, slowly but firmly, confirming her question. Wincing as he watched the shock play out on her features, he looked away briefly, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. Guilt rushed over him in waves, making him regret not telling her sooner– though would it have changed anything? Perhaps more bloodshed could have been prevented, but Link figured his fate would have been the same regardless of when he chose to break his silence. Sighing hard, he leveled his gaze with hers again, a soft frown tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I signed up to build casinos,” he answered, head shaking gently, “And, on a more personal note, to find my mother’s killer– he allegedly had cartel ties. But…after everything that’s happened…I don’t care about that anymore.” Avenging his mother hadn’t ever included spilling innocent blood or terrorizing an entire town. It had been about one man, and one man only– but now, in light of everything else, Link had let go of that hate. He’d never figured out who to point it at anyway.

Swallowing hard, he nodded as if to brace himself as he prepared to tell Aria exactly who was behind all the violence. He knew he was doing the right thing by coming clean, so why did it feel like barbed wire was twisting into his gut? “The Enterprise,” he divulged, dark eyes searching hers and waiting for her to make the connection. On the surface, The Enterprise really was the massively successful company it claimed to be, but underneath spoke to something far more sinister. And what did they want? “Everything,” he answered simply, “It’s not enough to wipe out the gangs in town– it’s about absorbing their cash flow too.”

Frowning, he nodded and darted another look around, unable to face her the way he wanted to. He knew that by telling her all of this, he was risking her safety too, but he felt quite sure this was the only way to get the truth to those who needed to hear it. Link knew he couldn’t go to the various gang leaders himself– they’d never trust him, assuming he even got close enough to have an audience with them. But Aria? She was the bridge he needed. He knew that, but it didn’t mean he felt good about the position he was putting her in. “I know, and believe me, if I thought there was another way, I would’ve done it,” he pressed, head shaking, “I never wanted any of this to land at your feet.” Palming the back of his neck, he blew out a long sigh, “Why now?” It was a valid question. “Because I can’t do this anymore– it’s out of control, and if me speaking out stops innocent bloodshed, I’ll deal with the consequences.” 

Lincoln shook his head, “No, I had no idea about what happened at the casino.” There was a considerable amount of bitterness in his tone as frustration ticked at the back of his jaw. That was another reason for finally breaking his silence– now the business he’d fought tooth and nail to build was being affected, diminishing his reasons for even stepping foot in Tonopah Valley in the first place. “And I don’t know where Dante is either, but with any luck, he’s six feet under.” Harsh, maybe, but Link found that he really did mean that. Dante was a snake. Pushing that thought aside, Lincoln’s face suddenly fell at her question, “No, no,” he pressed, reaching to take her hands in his, “This is real– always has been.” After everything he’d just told her, Lincoln didn’t expect Aria to actually believe him now, but he could hope. “I had no idea who you were then.” And even after he’d found out, it hadn’t changed how he felt about her or what he’d wanted to build between them. But in recent weeks, he’d been slammed with the truth: they couldn’t build a damn thing with this sort of secret hanging between them, nor could they build anything once it came to light. Doomed all along.  “I do,” understand, that was, “But it’s the gravity of everyone else’s that I care about more.” This town had suffered enough and his silence had only added to it. That wasn’t the sort of man Lincoln was, and he couldn’t be that man for a moment longer. It was dangerous, exposing The Enterprise like this– not just because he’d have a target on his back after that, but because he knew both Los Santos and the Sons of Silence would want retribution. If gunning after him gave that to them, then so be it. At least it’d finally give them both the real devil in their midst– Giovanni Ricci. “If this exposes this organization for what it’s really become and stops the violence, it’s worth every risk.” As the tears that had been threatening to fall from her eyes finally spilled over, Link lifted a hand to her face, the pad of his thumb gently swiping them away. “I think you know what all of this means, though,” he continued, figuring he might as well not beat around the bush, “Devante and I…we can’t stay here.”

Upright and waiting, she's not entirely sure what she's expecting him to say. However, the idea of outrunning an empire certainly wasn't it, especially not when she could see in his face that he wasn't joking. It only begged the question, what empire? And what had he done to warrant being on their hit list? "What?" Aria tilts her head, pausing as if she's questioning whether or not she just heard what she did. "You... know?" Adding, she could feel a cold chill beginning to travel up her spine. Not unselfishly, but with that very confession, she had just been put between a rock and a hard place. Or rather, him and Los Santos. She didn't ask how, nor who, figuring that since he started this conversation, he'd delve into that as he spoke.

A wash of surprise overtakes her features, pinning her shoulders back and raising her brows. Worked for them? What the fuck. "Then what did you sign up for?" Aria asks, not really sure where she wants to start with the questions, nor how she actually feels about it. Right now, all she could feel was surprise and a sinking feeling of dread. Did she believe him? Could she? It felt quite like a reality slap to the face, if she was honest. "And who are they? What are they after?" Frowning now, she felt like she already had a general idea given who their main targets had been, but better to hear it from a source than speculate.

Narrowing her eyes at the revelation that he was aware of who hung around her establishment, there was that cold chill etching its way back up her spine. If he knew, how long had he known for? What if the only reason he even looked her way was to use her as a way in? No... no way, he wouldn't do that, would he? She would know if she was being played... wouldn't she? "Me?" Raising a brow, she huffs out a breath and drags a hand through her hair. "Do you have any idea what position you've just put me in?" Thoughts rolling in a million miles an hour, she could only pause and blink at him for a good few seconds as she processed everything.

"You've known everything, all this time? Walked amongst the people who lost family, friends... Said nothing. Why tell me now? The casino... did you know that was going to happen? Do you know where Dante is?" Had it all been some sort of plan? Aria shook her head, feeling as though the more she thought about it, the more questions and concerns she had. "And me... You knew? About who goes in and out of my restaurant. Tell me that isn't why you walked into my shop that day?" To get close to her, even if it was just his orders from above. With her emotions in upheaval, there's a pool of tears that threaten to spill over her eyes, held back only by her own will power.

"I am hearing you out," she bites, pulling in a breath and blowing it out slowly. "Lincoln, I'm not sure you understand the gravity of your situation... Because yes, I can do what you want, I can get this to the people who need to hear it, but I can not promise you your safety. I can't tell you that just because you tell me you had nothing to do with it that they will believe me, or even care." Which might sound harsh, but it was the blunt truth, how much sway she had with Rio, with Los Santos? It might not count for anything. "...And even if they do, it's not just them. It's the Son's. These people, Link.... They are not evil, not bad, but they are loyal and they are wounded, retaliation is what they call justifiable." And it's with that thought, the tears finally spill silently over her eyes. She knew right here and now, he couldn't stay. It would be dangerous, for him, for Devante, too dangerous to take the risk that either gang would not literally kill him just for having his name tied to the organization that caused them so much pain.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations. 

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao. 

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

Beep

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms. 

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!” 

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you. 

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?” 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?” 

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you? 

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you. 

But... it felt nice. 

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.” 

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down. 

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it 

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。 じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。 うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやる さようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。 事故だったのは分かってる 頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different! 

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed). 

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly! 

[kikuism]

if you ask me what the most heartbreaking panel is in chainsaw man, i would say this one.

spoilers under the cut.

denji isn’t your typical shounen protagonist. the boy has no lofty, grandiose goals to propel him through life. he doesn’t want to save the world or fight for his friends or keep the balance or anything of that sort. he just wants to eat good food, and touch some boobs.

it sounds coarse. it sounds off-putting. why would you want to read about someone whose motivations are so shallow? why would you care about someone like that?

but under all that, there’s a core motivation, one that’s hidden under all this dirty, rowdy bravado.

denji has nothing to lose. what can you lose when you never had anything to begin with?

this is a boy who’s lived a life at rock bottom ever since he can remember, in absolute poverty without any real, meaningful relationships in his life. he's been used and abused for as long as he can remember. the loan sharks he works to pay back see him as nothing but a money making machine. he’s just a tool, even before he became chainsaw man.

so after he eats his one slice of toast, which is all the food he gets in a day, denji nourishes himself with dreams. dreams of a better life—the absolute bare minimum. things we tend to take for granted. toast with jam, a roof and four walls, someone to spend the time with, someone who will be with him for who he is and never ask for anything in return. the very bare minimum. and still, this is too much to ask.

loneliness has made up almost all of denji’s life. his mother died of illness, and his father killed himself to escape his responsibility of paying off his debts, leaving the job to denji, who is all but a literal child.

he hardly eats. he risks his life taking on jobs to exterminate devils. he has had to sell various parts of his body to make ends meet.

denji lacked affection and love his whole life. it is these things he desires so strongly at the end of the day—for someone to see him as he is, and accept him for that. unconditional love.

at the end of the day what he wants is to be Seen and Loved.

he thinks it's makima. she’s the one who let him work as a devil exterminator, lifted him out of the shambles of his old life into something clean and new and shiny. he thinks she's the one who's going to break him out of this cycle of use and abuse, and give him what he wants. not just boobs, but a real connection, a real bond that will transcend the surface level ones he's been accustomed to his whole life. she sweet talks him, and he's so infatuated, because he doesn't know better, he doesn't have any concept of affection, having grown up the way he did, and he thinks this is it. 

and for the longest time he thinks this is love. and he constantly strives to perform for her in order to impress her, so that she keeps giving him this love he thinks is real and genuine.

so he does everything he’s asked to do. after all denji’s very good at doing what he’s told. 

and makima, being the control devil. well. if denji always does what he’s told, and the control devil is always obeyed ... their relationship writes itself. 

she wraps him around her thumb because she can. and he fights tooth and nail and limb for her. he sheds blood and sweat and tears. he puts his life on the life for her more times than he cares to admit. 

he becomes her dog, like she’d always wanted him to become. 

.... and when denji himself comes to the conclusion at the end of it all that makima only ever noticed him because of what he is and not who he is—chainsaw man, and not denji ...

it’s heartbreaking. 

at the end of the day chainsaw man is a story about love, and finding the people who will love you and accept you for you. not what you are, or what you can do, or what services you provide. but someone you can share meals with, play video games with, share a roof with. someone you can be yourself around, in all of your strange, weird, wonderfulness. 

and denji does find it, in his friends. it’s not immediately apparent to him, and even around them, denji still can’t shake off the fact that makima’s ‘love’ and attention is much more important. 

but aki and power don't see chainsaw man. they just see denji. they see through the core of his chainsaw man heart, something that makima only ever had eyes for--they see past that, underneath, to the real, fleshy human heart of denji, and they love him for that and that alone.

at the end of the day it's all about the friends you make along the way.

[twistedmusings]

Wake Up From Your Dream

A/N: I don't even know what I can SAY to this one except...I think I was so angry at not writing that I wrote smut outta SPITE? Can I be so angry with myself that I write Malleus smut to just get something out there? I guess I can. Anyways this ask certainly let my imagination fly q wq

Warnings: Non-con making its way into dub-con, manipulation, impregnating sex and Malleus realizing that family is really important.

You needed to find your way back to Night Raven College.

It has been so long since you’ve been back there, laughing and walking around as if there was no trouble in the world. Nevermind that you weren’t anywhere close to home and nevermind that your family was seeking you out.

As long as there was a possibility of you finding your way home, you had pretended that everything was going to be alright.

You were still a stranger to this world, you had no ties to this world and there would be no reason for you to stay once Crowley found your way back home. It was wonderful making friends with such a variety of people and watching them all grow in their own way. The way you knew you would grow from this experience as well.

Watching Ace and Deuce really come into themselves and their Unique Magic, watching the dorm leaders step into their positions of power and truly start to make a name for themselves that would help them out in their own version of the ‘real’ world. Riddle had gotten a wonderful position befitting of his family name, Leona was actually graduating, Azul was said to open a Monstro Lounge in the Coral Sea while Kalim had started investing time in his father’s trade without having Jamil help him. Even Idia was starting to take strides in his own field!

And you were proudest of Malleus. One simple conversation outside of Ramshackle had turned into a friendship you thought you would never forget. It was so wonderful to see him interact more with students, shyly following after you as you pushed him to talk more to others despite his position. That was what college was for, right? To experience new things and find your future--

You just didn’t think that Malleus would take it that far.

Was it because he was spoiled? No, even though he was born in a monarchy he still did his best to remain kind to others, especially his subjects. You were sure he was going to make a kind king in the future, even if you never got to see with your own two eyes.

You pull the hood over your head as you enter a bath house, the fae receiving you with a curious look and a smile as you hand her 2000 madols.

“Will you be booking a room tonight as well?”

“Just a simple shower and bath, that is all.”

If you were to make a guess, you were in the borders of the Valley of Thorns, a more rural area compared to the now rather modernized capital. You had stolen enough money to get you by for a few trips and you knew that places like these were the best at getting you directions. It had been a bit of a grueling trip, testing your knowledge of the fae language as well as avoiding questions about who you were and why you so desperately needed to make your way back to such a prestigious college. In a sense, you kept it minimal.

You needed to get back home.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

The mantra you kept repeating to yourself was whispered under your breath as you removed your articles of clothing slowly, still looking around to see if anybody had followed you in. But this is what was raising all of the hairs on your body, wasn’t it? This constant vigilance that didn’t let you sleep at night. You needed to relax, no one else would come this far.

You feel the fatigue melt as several days of walking are washed right off your body, a smile slowly creeping up on your face as you wash the dirt and oil from your hair.

It would be fine.

You would make it to Night Raven College and sneak into the Hall of Mirrors before wishing yourself back home. Crowley had said that they had pinned down the world you lived in and only after you make your wish would the connection be broken. This most likely meant that the connection was still intact since you didn’t even get a chance to to look at the mirror before you were whisked away.

Everything was going to work itself out, that’s the most you could promise yourself.

The bath is heavenly, the temperate water cooling you down from the hot shower as you look around.

There were no other patrons.

“Good.”

You lean back and press your head against a soft pillow of towels, enjoying the silence as you feel your worries soften while thinking back to what you would do when you were back home. It had been so long since you’ve seen some of your friends, your family was probably worried sick and you still had your own plans you wanted to get through.

If you had time, you could maybe drop by to see how your first year friends were doing?

Or were they in their third year now?

Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?

Your eyes close as you let yourself relax entirely, almost succumbing to sleep.

Only for a hand to grab your throat, the other covering your eyes as you hear a familiar chuckle that tenses your body up and breaks your heart.

“I am afraid we will have to postpone this shower.”

Tears well up in the corner of your eyes as you hear the sound of footsteps into the area, most likely the royal guard.

“Lilia--”

“You’d do well to stay put lest they chase after you.”

The hands covering your eyes pull back as you see a teasing smile looking down pitifully at your fresh set of tears.

“It has taken far too long to find you, Your Majesty.”

-----

“HUMAN!”

“[Y/N]-san!”

Lilia smiles as he leads you by the hand, the royal guard following close behind as Sebek and Silver join him.

“He might have already woken up, Father.”

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY YOUNG MASTER HAS GONE THROUGH?”

“Sebek.” Lilia looks at his charge, “Quiet. Malleus might still be sleeping.”

Silver takes one peek at you, trying to meet your gaze but pulling away when he sees that the veil Lilia had put on you is blocking anybody’s stares from seeing your face. In fact, the second in command had put you in one of the traditional outfits for fae royalty, complete with a light veil that flowed down from the silver circlet placed on your head.

“Excellent.”

Lilia turns his attention to you and laughs.

“He has been absolutely miserable since you left. It was quite a surprise to all of us when you managed to leave the palace walls. None of us thought that you had really done it, especially him, and it really was a hassle to search the palace up and down to see just where our little human had run off to.”

His voice drops to a whisper as he brings your hand up to his lips.

“I’ll make sure to punish you for that later.”

The older fae leads you along as you finally reach your destination, smiling as he knocks on large wooden doors while pushing you slightly to stand in front of everybody.

An answer he was going to get by the end of the night.

“Malleus.”

No answer. He tests the doors and nods when he sees they are unlocked, opening them as he leads you to step inside so that you both could see the figure drenched in moonlight, looking out the window as if awaiting for an answer.

Lilia waits for his other charge to say anything but shrugs as he looks at you with a smile and a bow.

“We are glad to have you back, Your Majesty.”

The door closes with a loud click as you turn your eyes to look up at the imposing figure, your nails digging into your fingertips enough to draw blood as you try to hold back from screaming and shouting at him to stop acting like such a child. Yet you do not wish to anger him, at least to save yourself from any sort of harsher punishment.

So instead you make your way over to the bed--

Only for the fae to turn around, grab your wrist and slam your back into the rough stone wall. Bright green eyes glare down at you as you wince in pain, still looking away from him but letting out a yelp when Malleus’s fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him in the eye.

“Why did you run?”

He really had no idea, did he?

“Because I don’t belong here--”

Malleus tightens his hold on your wrist.

“We’ve discussed this before, child of man, you belong here just like anybody else, you are my Queen--”

“Malleus wake UP!”

You push against his hold but the fae’s hold gets tighter, most likely leaving a mark. But that wouldn’t deter you, not anymore, you were going to tell him.

“I’m not from this world! Coming to Twisted Wonderland was just an accident! A stupid, stupid accident that no one bothered to fix! And just when we were close to making it right you---you--!”

Shit, you’re crying again.

“I have people waiting for me. Just like you had a family waiting for you. I came to the Valley of Thorns thinking that I was supporting you during your coronation but you just--made a decision entirely by yourself and announced me as yours! Why did you lie to me? To them?!”

Malleus’s hold softens as you finally let your tears flow freely, wishing to wipe them away only due to how weak they were making you look.

“...did you not say you loved me?”

“I did! I did but--Malleus after what you did I can’t--”

He lets go of your wrist only to cup your face as he leans down to press his lips on your cheek, his tongue licking up the warm tears as you grab hold of his wrists to try and push him away.

“Do you miss your family?”

You nod as he moves to kiss the corner of your eyes.

“More than anything…”

The dragon fae hums, letting his lips stay where they were a few seconds longer before chuckling as he pulls you close.

“I see--I really have been cruel to you, haven’t I?”

Your heart nearly leaps out of your throat at his words, hands clutching at his robes as you quickly nod. Maybe this was it, maybe it had taken you breaking down to let him see reason?

Please. Please!

“...A family.”

Malleus’s words are like dripped honey as a thought formed in his head, the thought taking shape and form as his hands clutched you tighter.

“Then we’ll just need to make a family of our own…”

-----

Hands clutch at his sheets as Malleus takes in the shape under him.

How beautiful could you be? How complex? To him it was as if not a day had passed since you first met. What had been mere curiosity had delved into deep affection and blossomed into a love that Malleus would only read about in fairytales. The sort of books that led him to believe in soulmates, in happily ever after’s and the possibility of spending the rest of your life with the one you loved.

And yes, you weren’t a fae, but the power of his magic was grand enough to keep you tied to him for the rest of eternity.

His lips can’t help but seek out yours as he thinks about how he is the one who will decide when you die.

This love hadn’t started out like this. What he felt for you had been a bit more relaxed, a lot softer and dreamier. You had confessed to him after his Overblot incident and he had gladly accepted your feelings. He was still keen on finding you a way home and promised himself to not let any moment be wasted in thinking how you soon would be far away from him.

Every day was spent happily with you, the rest of the school year flying by as you both enjoyed the time you still had together.

But Malleus was still a dragon at heart, a fae that yearned and longed to take and take.

So when thoughts about you leaving started to make their way to the forefront of his mind, not even your constant love and affection could keep him from his instincts.

You would leave him to go back to your world. Go back to the normal and the familiar. As you walked your path, you would eventually find someone that enchanted you the way he had, all ending with you walking down a beautiful aisle to your now beloved.

A person that wasn’t...him.

As the days of his third year started to run to a close, his hold on you had become a lot tighter, his kisses a lot more possessive and in the end he had invited you to watch his coronation as he entered his fourth and final year.

With his announcement of making you his Queen.

“Malleus! Please I can’t--I’m not ready--!”

He let Lilia make up some story about you not returning to Night Raven, fooling Crowley into believing that you had found your future in the Valley of Thorns with him. The announcement of you taking up the role of Queen had been surprising but Malleus had woven the story in such a way that there had been talks of having it printed for others to read.

It was a wonderful ending to your love story, you ending up in his arms. But something was missing…

Malleus was glad that you had given him the answer.

Both of your knees were on either side of his waist, your hands clutching at whatever they could as his cock buried itself deep into your cunt. The veil was long forgotten as his robes and your own are thrown carelessly around the room while you wail and scream at being broken into by such a thick length. The small sight of blood on his cock made Malleus smile as he pushed in further, the tightness that was pushing him back slowly opening up for him as he watched you do your best to fit him inside.

It would be fine, you would be fine.

With a growl he finally bottoms out, two hands holding your hips and forcing you down to take all of him as the tip of his cock pressed right under your womb--

He shivers as you tighten up again, leaning down to lick up the trail of tears on your cheek before eating up your tiny whimpers with a hungry kiss.

“Here...right here is where our family will start.”

A large hand takes yours as Malleus puts it right over the small bulge on your stomach, your eyes growing wide as you realize just how deep inside he is. He kisses you again, not daring to break away as he lets a trail of saliva dangle from his lips to yours, the clear liquid disappearing into your mouth as your body relaxed and your eyes grew hazy.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

It was a simple question, but your brain seemed muddled from his kiss. Dragons tended to excrete a certain liquid as they got ready to mate, the experience painful even within his own species but being eased with the help of saliva, sweat or cum.

And with the way he was pressed against you, his sweat matted on your skin as he let more of his spit drip down his tongue and onto yours...surely the answer would come the more you two worked to start your family.

Malleus hardly gave you any time to recover as he started to move, his eyes entranced with the way he disappeared into you with each thrust. Your mind was still muddled but your body was already eagerly accepting him, your legs wrapping around him slowly before locking him in place as he repeated the question.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

You open your mouth but the only word that comes out is a plea for him to go faster.

Which Malleus gladly listens to.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into you at a brutal pace, every thrust having the tip of his cock slamming against your womb as your toes curled from the pleasure of taking him so deep. His cock disappeared inside your tiny cunt, shaft now coated not just with blood but with your arousal as well. The bed creaked in protest while the sounds of the bed frame hitting the wall helped him keep time, Malleus leaning back down to kiss you again as your lips this time part eagerly and sucked on his tongue while your hands clutched his shoulders and horns.

Cries turned into happy moans, your sad and abandoned look now one of pure ecstasy as your pussy flutters and tightens around him, pushing him to go harder and harder so he could---!

“[Y/N]--!”

Your legs close tighter around him as you bury your face on the crook of his neck, your orgasm being ripped from you unexpectedly as Malleus halted his movements with a stiff body. He drops his head on your shoulder as your legs keep him in place.

“Malleus...ah--!”

He groans as he paints the inside of your walls white, the warmth of his cum filling your womb to the point that what you hadn’t taken merely dripped out onto the now stained sheets. Malleus lifts his head to look down at you, smiling as he sees your eyes staring up at him eagerly despite how much you had protested before.

“A family…”

You smile as Malleus nods, your hands going all the way to your stomach as you feel the warmth start to twist your brain even more.

“A family with you…how wonderful…”

Arms wrap around him as Malleus kisses a trail from your shoulder to your lips. He just needed to ask you one last time.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

With a hum, your answer is whispered into his ear as Malleus closes his eyes as he realizes that this is where his happily ever after would finally start.

“I love you Malleus, more than anything else.”