#tried hard to keep this out of tags and searches lol

[asleepinawell]

one of my main takeaways from the er dlc is that the "adding difficulty settings would compromise our vision of the game" thing is just complete bullshit coming from the devs (not that that wasn't already obvious)

because they added that! the fragment level up system as implemented was not ideal and was actually there to make the gameplay harder rather than easier (as in getting all the fragments felt like it was tuned for the base difficulty and scaled up difficulty the less you got rather than letting some people have an easier time) but they did very much add a way to scale difficulty and there are plenty of ways they could expand off that system to let players make things easier if they chose to (no one is making you use those fragments buddy)

i don't think they're ever going to do that, but now they've kneecapped their own argument for doing so and just made the whole premise of it dumber

[kwanisms]

Kinktober 「10:24」 — l.jihoon

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➮ yuki-otoko!Jihoon × fem!Reader wc: 3.4k summary: As a snow demon, Jihoon can’t stand the heat and takes to staying in his apartment he shares with his roommate, Y/N. When the AC breaks down, Jihoon asks Y/N for help in keeping him cool. genres/themes/au: smut; supernatural, horror, thriller, roommates to lovers; non idol au, roommate au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes, roommates; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: this was a LOT of fun to write. I enjoyed the ice aspect of it. It’s not heavy on the spitting but it is there lol it’s more heavy on the temperature play and now I wanna tie Jihoon down to my bed and tease him with ice cubes. Hehe anyway, thank you for reading! If you liked this, please consider reblogging and supporting my ko-fi, linked on my pinned post! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), temperature play (m receiving), spitting (m receiving. Yeah, I know. That’s different haha), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do dis), use of pet names (hers: baby, sweetheart, angel, etc. his: babe, baby, Hoonie, etc.), that should be everything but I might have missed some. Let me know if I did! kinks: Temperature play + spitting dialogue prompt: ❛❛ What? Does that feel good? ❜❜

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Jihoon let out a grumbled curse as he hit the hard plastic casing of the AC unit once more, as if that would magically make the blasted thing function. It rumbled for a moment before sputtering and dying, all the cool air blowing from the vent ceasing in an instant. He let out a groan of frustration as he stepped down from the step ladder.

“Stupid, fucking, thing,” he mumbled as he picked up the ladder, folded it, and put it away.

It was October and while most of the time, the world around him was starting to cool, summer was holding on, its claws embedded as he tried to stick out for as long as possible. Jihoon hated the summer. The unbearable heat, the unrelenting sun beating down on the world, scorching everything in its path. He hated all of it.

Which is why he was thankful for the fact he worked from home and hardly ever had to leave the apartment. He was even able to order the groceries online when you, his roommate, weren’t able to pick them up after work.

Jihoon walked into his room, grabbing one of the small hand held fans he kept in case of emergencies and turning it on, sighing as the fan whirred to life, blasting him with a small breeze. He started a search through the apartment, gathering every single fan he could find. He was on a mission.

Summer had been unbearably hot this year, the heat rising up near the hundreds almost daily. The humidity was no help, sitting comfortably in the eighty to ninety percent range, making it not only scorchingly hot but sweltering. And if you were dying, you could only image how the heat was affecting your roommate.

Jihoon was not accustomed to such high temperatures, having come from a very cold climate and built to withstand sub zero extremes. He always had a hard time with the summer but this season had been particularly hard on him and he had spent most, if not all, of his time in the apartment, unable to leave because of the extreme heat.

And you knew it was about to get worse. 

When you had woken up that morning, it was in a pool of your own sweat. The AC had stopped working and you only had your fan to cool you off which was not nearly enough. You tried to fix it yourself but you only had so much time to devote to your attempts before you had to get ready for work. Upon leaving, you left a note for Jihoon explaining that the AC was out and that you couldn’t fix it.

Upon arriving at work and after your morning meeting, you called the apartment complex manager, got transferred to maintenance and called in a work order. The woman answering the phone promised to put in the order and expedite it due to the climbing temperatures the coming weekend. You had sent a text to Jihoon, informing him of this and all you had received back was a sad frowning face.

As you finished up your work for the day, you checked your phone to find a few texts from your roommate. You checked them as you got onto the elevator, pressing the button for the lobby.

Hoon: i tried to fix it

Hoon: no luck )):

Hoon: it’s so hot ;^;

Hoon: i’m going to die

Hoon: help

You chuckled as you typed a response, letting him know you were on your way home and you would stop to get some ice cream on the way. You jokingly told him to stick his head in the freezer before slipping your phone into your purse as the elevator arrived at the lobby and you headed out the door onto the busy sidewalk.

The bus ride to the train station was uneventful and you were thankful to be out of the heat of the setting sun, underground where it was much cooler. The AC of the train didn’t even help with all the bodies crammed into the metal tube, heat radiating from one person to another. Upon arriving home, you were thankful for the AC in the lobby and elevator. Even the cool air of the hallway felt nice but entering your apartment, it felt awful.

You shut the door, turning to set your keys on the small table next to the door as you pulled your shoes off. Walking further into the room, you noticed the fans first and stared curiously at them. At least five fans were sitting in front of the couch. The three smaller desk ones sitting on the coffee table while two tower fans stood on either side, pointing directly at your roommate.

Jihoon looked like he was melting into the furniture, a small handheld fan in his hands pointed directly at his face. His brows furrowed, face twisted in what you could only assume to be agony. A thin layer of sweat coated his pale skin. He’d taken off most of his clothes, wearing only a white tank and a pair of gym shorts. “You look awful,” you scoffed as you leaned over, resting against the back of the couch.

His eyes fluttered open, head tilting back to look up at you. “I’m dying,” he croaked, his voice hoarse. You sighed, reaching down to feel his clammy skin. “You’re a little warm,” you said softly. “You want me to put a wet towel on your forehead?” you asked. He nodded weakly and you stood up straight, walking down the hall to the linen closet, grabbing a washcloth and walking back to the kitchen, turning on the cold water tap.

Once coating the cloth and wringing out most of the liquid, you returned to the couch, folding the cloth in half before setting it on Jihoon’s forehead. He let out a sigh of relief, eyes shut as he basked in the cool feeling of the wet cloth against his skin. “Have you tried taking a cold shower?” you asked, leaning against the couch again. Jihoon nodded. “Yeah,” he answered. “Twice!”

You clicked your tongue, reaching down to brush his dark hair back. “I need an ice bath,” he murmured as you stroked his hair. “If you had said something, I would have gotten a bag of ice from the convenience store on the corner.” You perked up, standing suddenly. “Speaking of…”

You walked over to the black plastic bag and pulled out two boxes of Melona, moving to the freezer to put both boxes away. You tore open one, grabbing a popsicle and shut the door before returning to the couch. “Here,” you said, holding the frozen treat out for Jihoon. His eyes opened halfway and he reached out for the popsicle. “You’re an angel,” he murmured as he gave you a weak smile.

“Have I ever told you that?” he asked. You shook your head, resisting the urge to smirk. “Well,” he said, tearing open the wrapper. “You are.” He opened his mouth, placing the frozen melon treat on his tongue, humming contentedly. “I’m gonna go shower,” you announced. “Did you take my fan, too?” you asked, glancing at the fans in front of him. He shook his head.

“No,” he replied, removing the popsicle from his mouth, licking his lips. “I left yours alone.” You patted his head before heading down the hall to your room, pushing open the door to find like he said, your fan was sitting in its usual place. You shut the door, moving to your bathroom to strip and get into the shower. You turned on the stream, stepping under it before it even heated up, enjoying the cold water against your hot skin.

You rushed through your shower, keeping the water warm enough to wash yourself but not scalding like you normally liked it. Once finished, you stepped out, drying off and pulling on clean clothes. A pair of shorts and a lightweight tank top. You headed back into the living room to find Jihoon hadn’t moved an inch. His popsicle had been consumed and he was breathing slowly as he basked in the fan generated winds.

You shook your head, moving to get a bowl from the cabinet. Jihoon perked up as you moved about the kitchen, peeking up over the back of the couch as you moved to the sink. You turned on the faucet, filling the bowl halfway before turning it off and heading to the fridge, opening the freezer and scooping some of the ice out into the bowl. 

You started back towards your room and noticed him peering at you over the back of the sofa. “You good?” you asked, raising a brow. He shook his head. “What’s that?” he asked, lifting his head more to see the bowl in your hands. “It’s an old trick,” you replied. “I’ll show you,” you added as you started for your room, stopping to look back at him.

“Bring the fans.”

Jihoon followed you, carrying the two tower fans with him to your room. You set up a stool from your vanity with the bowl on it near the bed before setting the fans up behind it, facing the fans towards the bowel and turning them on high. “Lay down.” you instructed. Jihoon climbed onto your bed, laying across it. You joined him and smiled as he sighed.

“The fan blows across the cool air that settles on the surface of the ice water and blows it out. It’s something we used to do when I was a kid. We didn’t have AC when I was growing up,” you explained. “It’s really nice,” he murmured.

The two of you lay there in silence, eyes shut as you enjoyed the cool air. Jihoon soon started to squirm and you opened your eyes, turning your head to look at him. “What’s wrong?” you asked. He sighed and turned to look at you. “It’s nice, don’t get me wrong,” he said softly. “But it’s not enough.”

You glanced at the bowl of ice and then back to Jihoon before an idea popped into your head. “Wait here,” you said as you got up, walking into your bathroom and returning with a towel. Jihoon watched as you placed the towel down on your bed. “Lay on the towel,” you instructed. He got up with a groan and started to move as you walked around to where the bowl of ice sat. 

“And take your shirt off.”

Jihoon froze, turning his gaze to look at you as you pulled the stool closer to the bed. “Take my shirt off?” he asked, watching you with wide eyes. You nodded. “Trust me,” you said as you sat on the edge of the bed, the stool with the bowl of ice between your thighs. Jihoon hesitated before slipping his shirt off and setting it aside. “Lay down,” you told him. He did as you said, laying on his back.

You dipped your hand into the bowl, scooping up one of the ice cubes and turned to Jihoon, placing it against his skin. He let out a gasp which turned quickly into a sigh. “Feel better?” you asked. He nodded wordlessly, licking his lips as you started to run the ice all over his chest, first across his collar bones and then down his sternum to his stomach.

You could see the beads of water rolling down his skin to the towel under him. The ice cube melted pretty quickly and you soon grabbed another, sliding it over his skin, up to his neck, letting it pool slightly before running it along his shoulders until it too melted. You continued this, going through a few ice cubes. “How do you feel?” you asked as you grabbed a smaller cube, popping it into your mouth.

“G-good,” Jihoon said, swallowing thickly. As you grabbed another ice cube, you noticed the slight bulge in his pants. Raising a brow, you turned back to look at his face. “Someone’s getting a little excited,” you said with a hint of amusement. Jihoon’s eyes opened and he glanced down, quickly covering himself with his hands. “S-sorry,” he muttered.

You smiled slyly. “Don’t be,” you said simply as you brushed another frozen cube over his skin, paying special attention to his chest, dragging the ice around one nipple before moving to the other. He let out a soft groan, eyes fluttering shut as you continued to tease him with the frozen water. “Y/N,” he moaned softly as you pressed the ice against his skin, placing your palm over it and sliding it around, drops of water rolling down his skin as you guided your hand lower and lower until the ice was gone.

You grabbed another cub, pressing against his stomach with your hand, sliding lower and lower until your fingers worked under the waistband of his shorts. Jihoon’s eyes snapped open and he met your gaze. “Do you want me to stop?” you asked softly. He shook his head, holding your gaze.

Without taking your eyes off him, you slipped your hand into his shorts, finding him completely without underwear as you guided the ice down his groin. Jihoon let out a groan as your hand pushed the ice down to his cock, finding it already completely hard. “S-sorry about this,” Jihoon whispered as you let the ice melt at the base of his cock. “Don’t apologize,” you said as you grabbed another ice cube with your free hand, popping it into your mouth again.

You pulled your hand out, sticking your hand into the ice water for a few seconds before pulling it out and slipped your hand back into his shorts, your cold hand wrapping around the shaft of his cock. Jihoon groaned, hips bucking slightly. “What?” you asked, sounding slightly condescending. “Does that feel good?” you cooed. Jihoon nodded, biting into his bottom lip as your hand started to stroke him slowly.

You grabbed another ice cube, popping it into your mouth and climbed onto the bed, moving to kneel beside him. “What’re you doing?” Jihoon asked as you grabbed the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down. This was crossing so many lines but at this point, neither you nor Jihoon could be bothered to care. He lifted his hips as you tugged his shorts down, freeing his cock.

You wrapped your hands around him again. You glanced up at him before taking his cock into your mouth. The ice had melted already but your tongue had a lingering coolness to it and it made Jihoon groan as his head fell back, your head sinking down as you took more and more of his cock into your mouth. “Fuck, baby,” he gasped, his hand resting on the back of your head.

“Feels so good.”

You pulled back, letting his cock fall from your mouth. You moved to grab another ice cube, popping it into your mouth under your tongue before taking Jihoons cock back into your mouth. He let out a guttural moan as your head bobbed, your cold spit dribbling down his shaft. “F-ah. Holy shit!” he groaned as your tongue shifted, the ice under it slipping out and pressing against his cock.

Jihoon bucked his hips, thrusting up into your mouth and hitting the back of your mouth. “Don’t stop, god please don’t stop,” he groaned as you pulled off him, grabbing another ice cube before taking him back into your mouth. You slid the ice over his abdomen, enjoying the way his muscles twitched. You glided the ice down past his cock, pressing it to the base of the underside of his cock, beads of cold water rolling down past his balls.

He bucked again, his cock making you gagged but you made no attempt to move back instead letting him set a steady pace, thrusting shallowly into your mouth while you let the ice trail over his skin. “F-fucking hell. M’gonna cum if you keep doing that!” he gasped. You pulled back, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock as you let the ice finish melting.

“You wanna cum in my mouth or inside me?” you asked, your voice low and seductive. “Inside you, please,” he begged, his hand moving to the back of your neck. “C’mere,” he added as he pulled you towards him. You crawled over him, letting your tongue run up his stomach and chest before he pulled you into a sloppy kiss.

You pulled back, tugging your shirt off over your head and then shimmying out of your shorts and underwear. You grabbed two more ice cubes, popping one into your mouth as you straddled his lap. Jihoon grabbed his cock, lining it up with your slit as you hovered over him. “Wait shouldn’t I — oh fuck!” he gasped as you lowered yourself down onto his cock, sinking it into your cunt.

Once his cock was nestled inside your walls, you pressed the other ice cube against his chest. His hands moved to your hips, eyes rolling back as you started to move slowly, rolling your hips as you glided the ice over his skin. “Oh fuck that feels so good,” he groaned, hips bucking slightly as you rode him at your own pace.

You leaned over to grab another cube, popping it into your mouth and letting it melt on your tongue. Once it was gone, you leaned over, hips continued to roll as you grinded against Jihoon. His cock throbbed and twitched inside you as he matched your movements, thrusting up into you.

“Open your mouth,” you whispered, grabbing him by the jaw. He hesitated before obliging, parting his lips. You surprised him by spitting into his mouth quickly before kissing him roughly. It was much different than he was used to but with all the ice cubes you had let melt into your mouth, he would let you do anything if it meant you’d keep using the ice cubes.

His grip on your hips tightened, nails digging into your skin. “M’close,” he groaned against your lips. You grabbed another cube from the bowl, most of it water by this point. “Open your mouth,” you whispered, pushing the cube past his lips when he parted them. Your lips met his, tongue slipping into his mouth, making the ice cube swirl around his mouth.

You change the roll of your hips for lifting them, bouncing on his cock and driving you both towards the edge. “M’gonna cum,” he groaned against your lips. “Do it,” you urged. “Cum inside me.” Jihoon devolved into a series of curses, moans, and whimpers as he chased his high, hips rutting up to meet yours as he tumbled over the edge, his cum releasing into your walls until it started to spill out of you.

Your walls spasmed around him as you came, moaning against his lips as your hips started to falter. Jihoon held you in place as he thrusted up into you, riding out both your highs until he finally stilled, letting you sink down on his spent cock, his cum dripping out of your abused hole.

You let out a sigh, collapsing onto his chest as you tried to steady your breathing. Jihoon’s hand rested on your back, fingers trailing up and down your spine as he stared up at the ceiling. “That was…” you trailed off, searching for the right word. “Incredible,” Jihoon finished your sentence. “That was fucking incredible.”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze, a smile spread across your face before you both broke into laughter. Your laughter lasted a few minutes as the reality of your situation settled on you.

“So,” Jihoon said, moving a hand to the back of your neck. “Where does this leave us?” he asked. You shrugged. “Where do you want it to leave us?” you responded with your own question. Jihoon’s other hand moved to cup your cheek, eyes dipping to your lips as he brushed over them with his thumb. “I kind of want to make this a regular thing,” he muttered. “Especially if we include the ice.”

You pressed a chaste kiss to the bad of his thumb. “Well,” you replied, pushing his hand back and leaning in to kiss his lips. “The AC won’t be fixed until tomorrow,” you reminded him as you reached up to brush his hair back off his forehead. “So we have the rest of the day.” 

A smile spread across Jihoon’s face. “You want to go again?” he asked. You nodded as you pushed yourself up. “Can you grab a new towel?” you asked as you climbed off him and off the bed entirely. “Where are you going?” he asked as he sat up, watching you grab the bowl from the stool. You turned to look at him as you moved towards the door.

“We need more ice.”

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[m00nsbaby]

AITA for texting my fiancé that "this isn't working"?

Steven Grant x reader.

Tags & warnings. None. Yes, this literally is just a silly little thing that I read on reddit and I thought it was so funny lol. Reader is gender neutral!

Word count. 823.

Moving in with Steven was one of the best decisions you could make in your life, right after saying 'yes' when he proposed.

The only inconvenience came at a precise time between morning and afternoon, sometimes even at night, all depending on the mood of his boss. Waiting for Steven to return from work was such a headache, boring hours and dead time as you tried to find your own job.

The upside was that you now had complete freedom to organize his apartment to your liking, and if anything needed a complete makeover, it was Steven Grant's dark and disorganized home.

You had just made a completely necessary expense, a gigantic mirror that was clearly bigger than your capabilities. Worse yet, considering that if there was something you despised with all your heart, it was the mere idea of reading an instruction manual.

When the mirror arrived, the Amazon delivery guy mocked you to your face for your difficulty in handling the box and getting it into the house.

You: Baby, the new mirror just came in!

You hit send after the message.

You: I’m going to try to put it together but I may need your help later.

And just as you said, you got to work with the phone by your side, waiting for a response from Steven.

You assumed Donna was in a terrible mood because at least two hours went by without a reply, although you were really too busy to worry about that.

For a moment, you insisted on the idea of finishing assembling the darn mirror before Steven arrived home, but that clearly didn't happen because for the two and a half hours of effort you put in, you didn't feel like you were really getting anywhere.

Plus, you had extra screws that shouldn't have been left over.

You: This isn’t working and at this point, I think I need to just give up.

You put the phone aside and lazily lay down on the carpet. Why was assembling furniture so hard? Although not as difficult as having to accept that you couldn't finish it on your own.

You stayed there not knowing how long, but you estimated it was a few hours because you heard the front door indicating that Steven was home. The smile lasted only a short while because as you straightened up to greet him, he walked past you without even looking at you, heading straight to the bedroom.

"Steven?" you questioned, slightly furrowing your brow. You stood up slowly, giving him time to exit the room.

When you finally confronted him, your heart almost jumped out of your chest. His eyes were red, completely filled with tears.

"What happened, baby?"

"Why?" he asked, his voice breaking. It shattered your heart into pieces.

"Why what, Steven?" He sniffled, and you searched his gaze when he started avoiding you.

"Why are you giving up on me?"

You nearly killed him right then and there.

"What are you talking about?"

He didn't take long to pull his phone out of his pocket and shake it a bit in front of your face; he was on the verge of sobbing.

"Y-Your messages, you were breaking up with me."

The moment Steven mentioned your text messages, you had to press your lips together to keep from laughing in his face.

Your expression almost made him cry harder. Were you making fun of him?

"Steven." Your voice came out in a playful tone as you almost burst into laughter. "I was talking about the mirror."

"Huh? What mirror?"

"The new mirror, it arrived." Your eyes were almost watering from holding back laughter. "I'm guessing that the previous messages didn't send; I was talking about not being able to assemble it on my own."

You stepped aside to let him see the mess you had made on the floor, with the mirror halfway assembled.

Steven exchanged glances between the things and you.

He looked at the things.

He looked at you.

He looked at the things.

He looked at you.

Realization hit in seconds, and you couldn't say anything more when you felt Steven's arms squeezing you against his chest. You couldn't stop laughing even though your laughter sounded odd, muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"Bloody fucking hell, love!" Steven cursing was definitely a special event. It only made you laugh harder. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"

He lifted you off the ground, and tears were already streaming down your face. It took much longer than expected to calm down from the laughter.

Still breathless, you let him kiss your face, as well as embrace you with his strong arms that refused to let you go.

"Still, I need you to check the mirror." You took a deep breath, your cheeks already reddened, one of your hands held onto him, and the other wiped the corners of your eyes. "I think I damaged it."

[cheollipop]

*swims across the ocean and shows up at your door with my lobster plushie (larry) in my arms* hiii my nora i love youuu and i’m so excited for the sleepover ahh >< ALSO I HAD THIS IDEA RIGHT …. soo … gamer boyfriend woo – he loves to play LoL in the late night hours and he’s been ignoring you and you’re just sooo needy for him that you crawl into his lap and rub yourself against this thigh to try to get his attention and bc he sucks ass at the game he’s mad and hard but stubborn so he’s like, “if you want my cock so bad then you can keep it warm for me, can’t you, baby?” so you cockwarm him until you can’t help but move your hips and he can’t resist your pussy so he just fucks you into next week <333 ahem … so… what should we do? make some hot cocoa and have a pillow fight? :3 💕

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

my alyssa ily too!! <3<3 gamer bf woo...... cockwarming...... frustrated woo...... *head in hands* good god. I fr had to do research for this bc I don't play league, but wanted to include some of the gameplay between paragraphs of reader being needy ^^ also went a little crazy towards the end so enjoy the filth ig. hope you like this, happy reading!!~

pairing: gamer bf!jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.0k

tags: smut, dry/thigh humping, some teasing, cockwarming, mean/frustrated woo, he may or may not switch up a little tho ^^, reader is so needy (not projecting whatsoever), creampie kink, terrible description of league gameplay oopsie

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Wooyoung’s character remained perched by the fountain, mainly because the opposing team had formed a camp around his own’s spawn point, taking them down before they got the chance to make their way out. He tried to convince himself it was just that, and that the heavy drag of your clothed cunt over his thigh had nothing to do with the drowned out, fuming screams blasting into his eardrums, the idle stares at his screen while his character repeatedly respawned, the nth time the ‘defeat’ screen flashed before him.

“Woo, please,” he saw your lips move in his peripheral, one side of his headset moved off his ear to catch the faint whine leaving your lips as you used his thigh to get off. “You’ve been playing for so long….. ‘want you so bad.”

He didn’t reply, but the arms reaching past you to punch at the keycaps tightened around your waist, his muscles flexing under your moving figure. It’s only when his screen turned red once more that his attention shifted to you, your grinding faltering when fierce, lidded eyes fixed on yours. He remained quiet, the silence stretching until you shifted on his lap, a groan echoing in the space between you when the heat of your wet cunt engulfed the throbbing bulge in his sweatpants, your arousal seeping through your ruined panties to stain the grey material. His fingers floated above your hips, refusing to hand the control over to you, yet battling the need to touch you as you rolled your hips over his weeping cock.

“C’mon, Woo, I've been good-”

“Good?” His eyebrow raised, he gazed at you in disbelief. “Is that what you call humping my thigh like a needy slut while my friends listen to your pathetic whining?”

Wooyoung watched you panic, turn your head around in search for the crossed out mic, your shoulders slumping in relief once you realised that had muted himself the second you’d walked through the doorway, the familiar glint in your eyes enough to inform him of your intentions.

Twisting your head to face him again, you stutter over your words while he stares back at you with burning irises, “no, Woo, I-”

“if you’re such a good girl, then why don’t you warm my cock while I win the next match for my friends, hm?”

And you did, scrambling to pull the elastic waistband down to free his pulsing length, the tip glistening with precum, lowering your head to allow a line of drool to lube up the rest of it, unaware of the hooded eyes following the trail of saliva then the hand spreading it over his cock. Adjusting his headset to properly cover both ears, the infuriated scolding blaring through the speakers masking the grunt leaving his lips when you split yourself open on his girth, taking every last inch between your walls.

Wooyoung waited until you found a comfortable position, a hand on your lower back urging you closer to his chest until your arms circled his waist and head rested on his shoulder. You heard his keyboard clacking behind you, followed by the rasp of his voice in your ear,

“Was AFK, sorry. What did I miss?”

More screaming. Screaming you drowned out as soon as it started—the overlapping voices and aggressive mouse clicking fading the more you take in Wooyoung’s warmth, his cock nestled deep within your fluttering cunt, inhaling the pungent musk emanating off his honey skin. His thighs flexed under you. He wasn’t unaffected by your tight heat, that much was obvious. He was just being stubborn.

You rolled your hips experimentally, the edge of your panties dragging over the side of his cock where you had them pushed to the side, the fingers resting over the expensive keyboard flying to your hip, Wooyoung’s neck craning to shoot a disapproving glance your way. Shifting his attention back to the game, you moved again, clenching around him and smiling to yourself when a broken moan left his parted lips.

Wooyoung wasn’t sure where his irritation stemmed from—was it his continuous losses, the fact that he was absolutely terrible at the game and the only reason his team ever won is because Yunho carried every time, or was it because he needed you so bad, despite his wordless claims otherwise? Both, perhaps. But mostly the latter, he finally admitted, the small, incessant rolls of your hips paired with heated lips pressing kisses to his pulse point breaking his long-lasting composure.

“Something came up, got to go,” he blurted out, hurriedly dropping his headset over his desk before standing up with you in his arms.

Hastily grabbing onto his shoulders, you studied his expression while he held you—features relaxed, a semblance of a smile on his lips, it seemed as though his previous exasperation had dispersed without warning, eyes now filled with nothing but adoration. He mooned over your dazed features, clouded by unbearable lust as you continue to grind on him despite your position, sending gentle waves of pleasure up his spine and aggravating his need to stuff you full of his cum. Until you’re fucked-out and leaking, mumbling repetitions of his name into the sheets, begging for a break while he pounds into your overstimulated cunt.

He laid you down onto the mattress, a hand on your spine to soften your descent, contrary to the replaying images of how he planned to take you, to fuck you senseless, to watch your pussy spit his load out only to finger it back into your womb.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” he ran his hands up the sides of your body, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been so good, haven’t you? ‘Been such a needy slut for Youngie,” slipping his cock out, he swiftly discarded of your panties and fitted himself back inside your heat, fingers pushing up the material of your shirt to grab handfuls of your tits. “Let me make it up to you, ‘wanna give you all my love.”

[dilf-rot]

Hit and Run

Anon request: could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where he saves the FBI reader from getting killed by another killer?

A/N: Maybe got a bit carried away, I am also in the middle of writing a chaptered fic with similar themes so… <3 

Tags: Hannibal Lecter x FBI! Reader, GN reader, descriptions of violence and stalking?, soft-ish ending?, Will Graham cameo lol, also Jack, car crash, attempted murder, followed by actual murder, damsel in distress sort of situation, Hannibal caring for you, MDNI 18+ not because there is smut or anything but because everything else I write is rated that way too 

Word Count: 1928

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You had been following this case for months. Plenty of sleepless nights spent going over the details, searching for anything you missed, trying to understand what, or rather who you should be looking for. And despite plenty of warning from your consultations with Will Graham, you were getting far too enveloped in it.

He had suggested you take a step back, let someone else take the reins on this one to keep your own sanity about you. He was worried you’d end up like him.

And as such, he had recommended you also seek the advice of one Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Unbeknownst to you, Graham had other reasons for doing this. He needed someone else to occupy Lecter’s thoughts for once so that he may be freed from the oppressive force of nature that was the doctor.

But following his introduction to you the case had also begun to infect the mind of Lecter, he felt as if you were being rather reckless in your actions surrounding your investigation, and for some reason he had become rather protective of you.

Joining you for investigations, always standing two steps behind you, only an arms length away during consultation meetings with Jack, constantly offering you rides home, inviting you to spend the night when you were closer to his than your own house. It seemed that both him and Graham had sensed something more happening and wanted to ensure nothing would end up harming you, though Lecter’s approach had been far more direct. And in the last few weeks, he had become a sort of constant presence in your day to day.  

Although tonight, you were determined to make it back to your own house for the night without needing Hannibal’s assistance. As you drive away from his office, you find yourself gaining a strange feeling down in your gut. Not quite the same rushing feeling of adrenaline, but something lower and creeping. A sensation walking up your spine and settling in your chest.

You tried to shake it off as you turned onto the highway and made your way closer towards home. As you were turning off to your exit, a dark car swerved through 4 lanes, hitting the edge of your back tire and spinning you out into the ditch. You hardly had enough time to register what was happening before your car ended up stuck in the gravel. The force of it disorienting you.

The car door is flung open and an unknown force drags you out into the gravel. You try to scream and free yourself but are quickly silenced by a hard kick to your head. Your vision going black.

When you awoke, the room around you was empty. Metal walls starting to rust, a round concrete floor surrounding you. Your legs and arms were bound, and you were gagged. This was not supposed to happen. Nobody was supposed to know who you were or what you were doing, the profile you were working on wouldn’t have known who you were.

Shouldn’t have known.

But here you were, tossed against the cold floor of what you presume to be some sort of grain silo or storage tank. The air was dusty and damp. You could make out very little of your surroundings, just a small amount of light trickling in through the cracks in the metal and the opening above you.

The metal rattles in the wind and you try to come up with a plan. You would play along until you could get free and then you’d take them out and make your escape. 

There is a loud bang against the outer wall of the metal, a dull and cacophonous sound. It makes you jolt, trying to sit up, you slide your feet under you and roll over into a sort of seated position. Your head and heart pounding. It is difficult to take deep breaths, the gag getting in the way. You try to push it away from your mouth, working the muscles in your jaw in an attempt to spit it out, but it is tied too tightly.

A door opens, light streaming in and you make out a dark figure. Another rattle of metal. A bang against the side of the structure. 

The sound sends chills up your spine but you try to steady yourself and remain calm. 

“Are you alright?” The figure speaks and a sense of relief washes over you. It is Doctor Lecter, and as he approaches you smells iron and notice he is unusually disheveled. In the low light you can make out dark stains along his suit coat and slacks. He bends down, and removes the gag.

In this lighting he looks angelic. His face highlighted along the edges, his eyes practically glowing.

As he drops the gag fabric to the side, he runs his hand across your face, his thumb running along your jaw. His palm feels sticky against you. You fight the urge to lean into his touch. Now was not the time to act on whatever unprofessional thoughts you had surrounding him.

“What happened?” You hold still as he unties your legs and arms.

“You got too close it seems.” He helps you to your feet, but as you struggle to take a step he decides to carry you. Placing his arm behind your knees and swinging you up into a bridal carry. “I took care of it.”

You lean your face against his shoulder as he carries you out through the door he had appeared from. You can see the side of the grain silo is dented and splattered with blood. As he begins to walk you towards his car you turn back and make out a slumped figure in the grass, bloody and still.

You look at Hannibal, his face is empty but as you stare up into his eyes, he meets your gaze and faintly nods. You recognize now that the stains on his suit are blood. Either that man’s, or his own. And the stickiness of his palm was the blood drying onto his skin. 

As Hannibal places you in the back seat of his car, the flashing lights and sirens of police cars appear over the road. You see now that you were brought to some field along the roadside. You aren’t sure how far from your highway route it is.

Hannibal closes the door and seems to greet the officers and first responders. You cannot hear what he’s saying, and you do not recognize them. That is until Will Graham hops out of an unmarked vehicle with Jack Crawford.

You curse under your breath. 

Will practically runs to the car, ignoring Jack's protests. He says something to Hannibal, and looks panicked but the expression on his face fades. You roll down the window.

“Hey,” you say meekly.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” Will is uncharacteristically cold, but you nod and roll the window back up. Jack and Will continue to exchange a few words with Hannibal, and when they seem to be done, they walk away to talk to the other law enforcement.

Doctor Lecter gets into the car, and looks you over. “I’ll take you home,” and starts to slowly pull away from the field.

You stare aimlessly out the window. Beating yourself up in your head. How could you be so reckless? So stupid. This whole thing could cost you your job. You may never be placed on another case again. You should have listened. Shouldn’t have gotten so enveloped.

The world passes by outside the window. The lights and street signs are hazy and blurred. You can hardly register where you’re going, the exhaustion from your previous work day and the whole incident setting in. You aren’t even sure what time it is. 

When the blur of passing scenery stops, you realize you are not at your home, but Doctor Lecter’s. 

“Why are we here?” You ask, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Jack thought it would be best not to leave you alone.” Hannibal steps out of the car, and comes around to open your door.

“I’m fine,” You try not to groan as he helps you get out of the car. Your head is pounding and your legs ache. You try to protest further, “Look I was just being stupid, we don’t even know if it’s the same guy.”

“You should be with someone until we know.” He places an arm around your waist, and helps you up to the door.

“Hannibal-” You look back towards the car, you don’t even know where your car is. Or any of your things really.

“Come inside.” Hannibal helps you to the living room, his arm only leaving your waist when it is time to lower you onto the couch. He props a pillow behind your head as you lay down. The ache in your bones eases slightly from the soft cushioning below you. 

Lecter disappears for an unregistrable amount of time. You are thoroughly absorbed in your own thoughts. Playing months and months of memories trying to figure out what had gone wrong. How you got here. Where you had missed something. 

When Lecter returns, he is holding a tray in his hands.

“Tea?” You look at the tray he’s carrying with a puzzled expression. It holds a glass tea set.

“To help with the headache.” He places the tea set on the table in front of you. You can’t really tell what’s in it, some floral matter of some kind. He pours you a cup and sets it carefully within your reach.

He sits down in a chair across from you, leaning back against it. You take this time to look at him in earnest. His suit is dirty, stained along the sleeves and chest with blood, discolored now. His hair is out of place, strands falling loose and in his face. He seems relatively unbothered by all of this.

“Hannibal,” You start and he leans forward towards you, “is that… your blood?”

“No,” he sort of half smiles at you and goes back to his more relaxed position.

“Do I have any on me?”

“Yes, but it is your own.” His voice is even and you can’t decipher how he feels about it. About you. 

“Oh. Can I… shower? And borrow some clothes?” You fidget, imagining what it would be like to wear his clothes. To be so vulnerable with him. 

“Can you stand on your own?”

 You attempt to, but your knees buckle and your head gets foggy and dizzy from the sudden movement.

Hannibal catches you and eases you back down to the couch, his arm finding your waist again, “How about a bath?”

You nod, and within a few moments you are sitting on the counter of Lecter’s bathroom, watching him fill the tub with warm water. You find yourself absently kicking your feet in anticipation. You say not a word as he moves towards you, his hands finding your hips and sliding you off the counter, helping you walk over to the tub. 

His hands reach the edge of your shirt, but before he can pull it off of you, you make a face and he nods. Closing his eyes as he helps to undress you, not even taking a peek as he offers a hand to help you into the tub. The warm water makes you sigh as your muscles and aches are slowly relieved. Maybe staying here for the night won’t be so bad, at least you know Doctor Lecter would keep you safe. Willing to kill for you.

[ellaa-writes]

Good Dog

author note: Part 3 yay!! Series list found here. I actually edited this one, I know! Probably still mistakes lol, I love writing this type of Simon but mean Simon is still my favourite. Reader and Simon parts are going on at different times, weeks apart, just in case of any confusion of time line. Enjoy!

summary: His favourite words include; down boy, good dog, heel, fetch and his most favourite, get 'em. Well trained, and listens good. Loyal through and through. Always striving to be the absolute best. Ready to attack at all times, always on guard. Loves discipline, either giving or receiving. Working for a criminal mastermind, lurking in the shadows. You both trying not to be seen or noticed but after one unlucky night, all you both can see are the ghosts. He invades your life, if you both like it or not.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female reader. A/B/O dynamics. Alpha Simon, Beta Reader, Bad Scottish lingo (I tried). Very tame and a chapter filler.

You hadn't seen Simon in a few weeks, must have gotten bored you thought, eventually everyone leaves so why wouldn't he. Things felt different with him, like timed slowed down and life finally had a meaning.

You stopped in front of a news stand, big bold letters. OMEGA POPLUATION HITS AN ALL TIME LOW; leading scientists may have found a solution. You snatched the paper and handed the worker $5 telling him to keep the rest as you rushed back home paper in hand. The title wasn't what caught your attention, it was a few paragraphs down the words doctor and experimental procedure. Tossing your belongings on the dining table soon as you entered your grungy apartment.

Reading the article fully, then once more. Doctors have developed a experimental drug that could alter a Beta women's chemistry. Tricking the body into thinking its an Omega, a few experiments have been conducted and results have so far been proven successful. But they are searching for more Beta women to submit themselves into the program.

Those words playing over and over in your head, becoming an Omega, and having a loyal and supportive Alpha. Not having to worry about all the small things, not having to work and struggle to make ends meet. You could leave your pathetic life behind.

All Simon did was follow orders, being the good dog, he is. A successful mission out of the way, the Boss left before he did. Having to hurry back cause of his Omega. Simon used to have dreams about settling down, but that was before he became ghost. Stupid child aspirations, but mostly because he felt like he didn't deserve one. And who would want him as an Alpha, all teeth, and hard edges. It would be a punishment to be stuck with him until death, and death would be the reward.

You jotted the number down on a piece of paper and stuck it to your fridge. You didn't have to decide now, but you were tempted to.

Dealing with Makarov was easier than expected most of these men act tough on the outside but soon as you start pulling out their insides, they change their tune. He wasn't in too much of a hurry to get home, it's been two weeks since he last saw her, he's been keeping his distance, not wanting to poison her cause that's what he was poison.

It was very late into the night when he finally arrived in the city, driving down the desolate neighborhoods till he found himself parked in front of his apartment. Not the one across from hers but the one he bought himself soon as he had enough money too. The only thing that remained from his previous life. Cutting the engine and walking inside.

He still had a landline, hard wired into the wall next to the thermostat. He's never used it and has never had anyone call it. Not like many people have the number anyways, emergency he told himself when he bought and installed it all those years ago. Having the number updated in his file, but now it hangs there mockingly. Much to his surprise when he walked into his quiet home, a little red dot glowing from the device.

He ignored it at first, taking his clothes off to take a quick shower. To wash away the memories that still plague him, the water never being hot enough. He stood there in nothing but a towel around his waist. Staring at that glowing red light, missed call.

He should just delete it, but he decided to play the message. A voice came through the small speaker, one that he thought he'd never hear again. John Price.

"Oi Simon, it's John. Ain't sure if this dog and bone's still on the go. Tried your mobile, but it's saying it's disconnected. Anyways, thought I'd drop you a bell 'cause we're gonna be in the city for a bit. Fancy a chinwag, like the old days, yeah? So, give me a call, same digits as ever. It'd be proper nice to catch up, Simon."

It was silent for a while afterwards, only Simon's heaving breathing filling up the space. Not once did they call him while he was locked up doing time, not once did they reach out and say they cared. They were family once, at least he thought they were. Stupid.

All the rage simmering up inside of him finally boiled over the edge. Simon grabbed the stupid phone and slammed it into the wall as hard as he could, again and again until there was nothing left but broken pieces of plastic, wiring and now a hole in his wall.

It only took you three hours of pacing back and forth in your tiny apartment, the small piece of paper stuck to your fridge door taunting you. As the line rang you debated on hang up, forgetting any of this happened but it was to late. The reception answered your call, redirecting you to the head of the project. Giving a little info over the phone they scheduled you in for the same day if you could make it. It was on the other side of town, the side you hardly went to cause there was no need. Unless you wanted to make yourself feel even more shitty about your life.

He debated if he should call, be the bigger person the little voice in his head called out. They had their reasoning for abandoning him, for treating him like the plague, they had to, right?

You were on the bus, watching as the fading sun descended and the moon turned brighter. The glow of city coming to life, some many people out and about. You barely had enough money to and back, getting off at the stop further away. Walking the rest to save a bit of cash and take in the scenery. The air was crisp, it never got too cold during the winter season. Also, long as the wind stayed away it was a mild year so far.

To say this was awkward was an understatement. Simon sat across from the beta Scottsman, not much has changed he thought. The group of men still joking around like nothing happened like good ol' times, they kept trying to get him in on it. Simon soon realised that this was a mistake, all of it. Calling Price and picking out this bar. They weren't his pack anymore, they ditched him soon as things went south.

Simon's grip on his glass of bourbon tightened when Johnny yelled "Right Lt." the group getting quiet afterwards, Johnny knew he fucked up. Simon got up abruptly, taking a big gulp of the burning liquid amber, polishing off his drink before slamming it back down.

"Goin’ for a smoke." as he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. Marching towards the front door. He could hear Kyle's faint call of his name, the beta man always playing mediator, Price holding Johnny back like an Alpha would a misbehaving puppy as Simon made his way outside.

"Bunch of fuckin' pricks." it was a whisper to himself, digging out his pack of smokes and shoving one into his mouth. Lighting it with ease as he sucked in a big lung full. The door to the bar opened and closed, fully expecting to smell the cigar-soaked Alpha but instead it was Johnny tail between his legs.

"I ken ye dinnae wanna gab about it." he tried but Simon cut him right off. "I don't." blowing a huge cloud in the betas face. "Weel, someone's gotta." he just wanted some fucking peace and quiet. "The start talkin’ or shut the fuck up." dropping his finished cigarette to the ground, giving it a good stomp before putting another to his lips.

"Things have changed, ye've changed. Ah ken everything's aw fucked up right now. We tried-" Simon huffed out a stiff laugh, not believing a thing the Scott was saying. He could see his lips still moving but he couldn’t hear what he was saying as a familiar scent caught his nose.

Before Simon could think a small body collided with Soaps as he stepped out towards the curb with a hand to the back of his neck. "Ah, fuck, sorry ‘bout that, lass." Simon watched in slow motion as you got knocked off balance. Johnny reaching out to help the poor thing but before, he could feel the growl coming from his chest and throat. Pushing the Beta to the side as he took a hold of you, bring you to his chest.

He could hear your lower whimper, there was something different about you. Your scent was sweeter, it was pulling him in like a bee to a flower. "Simon?" letting out in a shaky breath. "What are you doing here?" you looked up into his eyes. Your hands resting against his chest, the hard muscle underneath flexing, a low rumble coming from within. You’ve never seen him like this, so casual but also feral, eyes blown and panting.

"Am I interrupting ye in the midst of somethin'?" Johnny didn't know what the hell was going on. Looking at the Omega flushed against the old Alpha, he was just happy that after everything that happened it was nice to see his old lieutenant finally settling down with such a sweet thing. Simon finally broke his gaze from you, settling it on the Beta. “It was a nice chat, gotta go.”

"Come, I'll drive you home." he stated, gripping your upper arm as he moved you towards his car. The more you stood outside surround by people the more Simon got irritated. He couldn't put his finger on it, the changes within you. He'd been away from a couple of weeks; it was hard staying away but he had a responsibility and a job to do. "I can take the bus." you tried moving around Simon, spotting the other man who was now gawking. "Like hell." Simon held onto you firm, walking you to his car.

"See you around." the Scott yelled from somewhere behind. He couldn't wait to tell the other two men of what he witnessed. The grumpy old Alpha had found himself a sweet Omega.

The drive home was in silence, not even the radio to help ease the awkward tension building up in the car. When Simon pulled onto your street you gathered your belongings. "Wait." you snapped your head to the driver's side.

"What were you doing out so late?" he was trying to interrogate you "I had an appointment." you held your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. "Hmm" Simon grunted out, the whole way back to your apartment he had to stop himself from pulling the car over and pouncing on you.

Something wasn't right and he didn't like it or maybe he did. It confused him nonetheless and he wanted answers.

"You want to come up?" you don't know why you asked, why those words spilled out of your mouth. Simon was surprised too, cocking his head to side. "Sure." he cut the engine.

Once inside your apartment you didn't bother asking him if he wanted anything to drink. Unless he's into expired milk or tap water. The hulking man walked around your small place, picking things up and putting them down. Take in his surroundings, he already didn’t like you living in this area. He’s scoped out your apartment, the front door was a piece of shit, with a little bit of a jiggle and it popped open.

Walking towards your dingy couch he noticed the paper on the table, picking it up he scanned the words. You didn't.... His eyes found your form, busying yourself around your small kitchen. Shoving dirty dished into the sink to be forgotten about till later. Simon sniffed the air again, there was that familiar scent again. The smell of an Omega, the similar one that clung to his Boss, that filled every space of his home.

Omega.

He felt is heart quicken, his blood run thin. He's only had this feeling a few times, he was going to throw up and pass out at the same time. You noticed his completion pale, worrying you, grabbing a glass and filling it with your last bottle of water. Rushing to his side and calling his name.

Simon was so far away; he was in the middle of the raging ocean. The waves crashing over him, pulling him deeper under every unforgiving wave. Lungs full of burning salt water, gasping with arms stretched to the sky.

You could do the only thing you could think of you climbed into his lap. Curling yourself around him, rubbing your scent glad over his nose and mouth.

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

-You're Mine-

Part 2

Part 1

Leonardo x f! reader

MINORS DNI NSFW CONTENT

Leo's in his thirties, written with bayverse in mind but can apply to any iteration (it has Rise F! Leo vibes for sure)

Tags: exhibitionist, smut, no plot, swearing, spanking, hair pulling, Dom Leo, rough sex, p in v

this is baby's first smut, so hopefully it's ok! sry lol but I hope y'all like it! I had fun writing it heheh

I think I’m going to open up requests for one-shots or head cannons and stuff after this so lmk if you want smthn or want to be tagged in future works

Oh, no. You'll have to pay for disobeying a direct order like that, Kitten. You know the rules."

Leo pulled your head to the side, exposing the skin at your neck. With a smirk, he bit and licked a slow, agonizing trail from your collarbone to your ear, pulling another whine from your throat as he left hickey after hickey on your tender flesh. You could feel the heat pooling in your abdomen, desperate for his touch and growing every second.

Leo could smell your arousal grow stronger as he continued his torment, and as he dragged his tongue over the shell of your ear, he let out a low chuckle.

“So... what do you think your punishment should be, darling?”

You were so horny you couldn’t think straight. He had driven you to the brink of madness, and the only thing that was keeping you secured to Earth was the slight feeling of cold from the windowpane in front of you. You searched for an answer, but your mind was blank.

He gave a light tug on your hair and spoke in your ear again, his voice growing husky with his own desire.

“I’m waiting.”

You bit your lip, biting back a moan that threatened to betray just how wet he was making you. The slick in your panties was threatening to overflow, your clit throbbing with how desperate you were becoming.

“I-ahh..Le-I..”

You had tried to answer him, but as soon as you spoke Leo bit into your neck again, licking and sucking at the skin so deeply that your eyes closed and the moan you had been holding back escaped.

Releasing your neck, Leo looked down at his work and grinned. The hickey you’d have later was definitely punishment enough for having started without him tonight, but for now he’d keep that little secret to himself.

“Sorry, Kitten. I didn’t quite understand you. Care to try again?”

You shook your head no.

“All right, then. Are you going to behave now?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Leo released your hair and arm, but did not let you move from the window. He remained behind you, hands running over your body and admiring the meal before him. He ran a finger under a bra strap and snapped it against your skin.

“Did you buy this for me?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I thought you might like it, with the lace and all.”

He smirked.

“Oh, I do.”

Leo gripped the fabric of your panties and ripped them completely in half, tearing the lace off of your frame.

You yelped in surprise, heart racing but excited. He chuckled to himself and tossed the shredded underwear aside, and then turned back to you. There was a dark look to his eyes as he spoke.

“Hands on the window.”

The glass was cold to the touch compared to how hot your skin was. It felt good, but made you incredibly aware that you were very much exposed to the streets of New York should anyone happen to look up.

Leo undid your bra and let it fall to the floor, your nipples immediately hard as the cold from the night seeped through the glass. He ran his hands over your ass, squeezing and grunting low with approval as your taut flesh molded against his hands.

“Since you were so eager to put on a show earlier, how about I take over and help you out?”

He reached around your front and dragged a savoringly slow graze over your core. You could feel Leo's body tense behind you, and a low, appreciative growl escaped his lips.

"Fuck, Kitten. You're so wet."

He gently eased a finger past your folds, circling over your clit. With his other hand he gripped your breast, squeezing and rolling your tender nipple. You whined and arched against him, so incredibly sensitive to every sensation he gave you.

His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "You like putting on a show, baby?"

You could only moan in response, the intensity of his touch rendering you speechless. His fingers moved with deliberate, teasing strokes, building the tension within you. He kissed down your neck, his lips trailing fire as they went, while his hand on your breast continued its torturous play. Every movement, every touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you crave more of his relentless attention.

Leo swept his thick finger over your clit again and plunged it deep inside your center as you let out a strangled cry, the pleasure incredible and overwhelming. You felt the familiar stretch around him as he withdrew and entered you again, pushing two fingers inside your aching core. Another filthy moan escaped you as you struggled to stay standing, lust fogging your brain. The wetness from your core gushed over his fingers as he fucked you with his hand, adding to the incredible sensations of his palm grinding against your clit. As he deliciously ground into you, Leo started talking into your ear.

"You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? So wet, you thinking about what'd I'd do when I came home and found you?"

He twisted your nipple between his fingers when you didn't respond immediately, ripping another pained mewl from you.

"Y-yyes, ssi-ir."

"It was hot, watching you from across the street. But I couldn't believe how disobedient my little Kitten was, she couldn't even wait a few minutes."

He audibly tsk'd, and pulled his hand away from your dripping pussy. You felt him shift to the side as he lifted his fingers to your mouth, your slick glistening on his skin in the glow from the city lights outside. Knowing what he wanted, you opened your mouth reflexively and took his fingers as deep as you could, swiping them clean with your tongue. Leo's eyes were dark with want as he watched you.

"Touch yourself."

As you continued to suck on his fingers your hand trailed down to your core, your own fingers sweeping needy glides over your bud. The aching hunger began to build again, your clit throbbing with each pass of contact. Leonardo let out a low churr as you sucked on him, gagging against his knuckles. There was a wicked look to his smirk as he watched you choke on his hand.

He took his hand from your mouth and shifted behind you again. You moved your hand from your clit to return it to the window, but he growled in your ear.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

You continued teasing yourself, but as the ache grew it was harder to focus; Leo would not be happy if you came without permission. Looking out the window, you tried to distract yourself with the city skyline as you slowly drew closer. You were so focused, you almost missed the sound of Leo's pants hitting the floor.

"Oh, you're gunna be, Kitten."

Leo grabbed your hips and thrusted deeply into you, ripping a guttural wail from your throat. His hips pounded into you at a brutal pace, fully sheathing himself to the hilt with each stroke. His thick cock stretched you so tight it was almost painful, but it felt so fucking good.

Your hand still swirled against your nub, the arousal and pleasure coming in waves and threating to crash over you. As if he could read your mind, Leo grunted between slaps of flesh against plastron.

"Don't cum- until I tell you to."

You were so fucked-out, all you could do to respond was moan in ecstasy.

"Mmm-ahh-yy-"

Whap.

Leo smacked your ass again, this time hard enough to leave a nice, three-fingered red mark. You keened again, feeling more slick gush around his cock as he continued to ravage you.

"What was that?"

"Yy-yee-ess..ss-irr-"

"Say my name."

He shifted his hips slightly and thrust into you again, this angle somehow even deeper than before. Your head fell against the glass with a scream, your body practically pressed onto the cold pane for anyone to see. You didn't care, all you could think of was Leo. Leo Leo.

"Yy-es Leo," you choked out.

He picked up his pace, pounding into you harder and harder.

"Say it again, baby. I want to hear you beg."

You wailed against the glass, every thrust from Leo causing your sex to vibrate with pleasure. You were seeing stars. If he didn't let you cum soon, you were going to pass out.

Focus.

Your cries were wanton and hoarse as you summoned all the remaining braincells you had left to obey his request.

"Fu-ck yes, Leonardo. Pl-ease baby, plea-se fuck me-e. I n-need you, Leo."

His grip on your hips tightened, and you could feel his thighs start to shake against yours. As he came, you felt his white hot pulse shoot through your body, thrumming and buzzing in your veins. Still thrusting, he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Come for me."

Your release was intense as you finally let yourself go, the feeling of his cum dripping down your hand as you swirled over your clit sending you over the edge. Your vision started to blur as the pleasure enveloped you, your moans needy and languid. Leo continued to fuck into you, groaning into your shoulder as you clenched around him. You were both shuddering with pleasure, muscles shaking from exhaustion.

As you came down from your highs, he stopped his movements and pulled you both from the window. He laid down on the couch, draping you over his plastron. Leo lovingly moved your hair from your face as you looked at him. You smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing," he smiled back. His eyes were full of adoration and something else in the light, but it was too dark to tell. "I was just thinking that I should catch you misbehaving more often."

You both laughed, settling in to snuggle for a little while longer...or at least until you could walk again.

[taste-thewaste]

Sentence Sunday 6.9.24

Thanks for the tags @duchessdepolignaca03 @eusuntgratie @thinkof-england @softboynick @firstprincehornyramblings! I hope everyone had a good week and a restful weekend.

Uhh so I started two new WIPs this weekend instead of finishing something and I’m going to share some from one that is just very blatantly me working out my own depression lol. Don’t look too hard at me while you read this (I promise it will eventually end happy, I can’t let these babies be sad forever)

It’s as if Henry is adrift and Alex tries to reach him, but he keeps coming up short. He is inches away from touching him, and Henry turns his shoulder. Alex can feel the sadness rolling off of him but Henry is unreachable. It makes his chest ache.

Alex comes downstairs and rounds the corner, sees Henry lying on the sofa. A rerun of Bake Off, one he knows that Henry’s seen a thousand times, is playing, and David is curled up into his husband’s side, greatly enjoying the attention and belly scritches that he’s getting. It would be the cutest thing he’d ever seen, if it wasn’t what Henry had been doing for the last couple of weeks. Alex pauses for a moment and searches his brain, tries to remember the last time he’s seen Henry pick up a book, sit down and do some writing, go for a walk that wasn’t for David.

And now? Well, now he knows that Henry is supposed to be getting ready for work. He’s due at one of the shelters this morning. Alex sneaks a quick glance at his watch. In forty-five minutes, if he’s not mistaken, and the commute there is about twenty. He leans over the sofa and runs his hand through Henry’s mussed blond hair. “Hey, sunshine. Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”

Henry grunts in response, his hand stilling on David’s belly. “That’s…not an answer,” Alex says.

“I’m not going.” Henry’s voice is mostly flat, corners of irritation flirting at the edges of it.

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[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday and Thursday

So…my brain has gone horny and then too many WIP ideas (when isn’t it?!) and then starting more bullet points. This is Nerdie and her WIPs. This is their story: (Dun Dun! If you know, you know. 😆)

I was tagged by @604to647 and @secretelephanttattoo Wednesday, ran into Thursday. They touched and agreed that this is totally fine. 😀

Preview One: From my Marc Spector fic I’m writing slowly 👀

“Oh, you’re awake. Hold on, I’ll grab your glasses, carino (sweetheart).” The same velvet voice she’d heard earlier spoke to her and soon appeared above her face and slipping on her glasses. “Hey, how do you feel, Stelle? Can you move at all?” A calloused hand touches her cheek and she leans into it, sighing from relief. Happy to be touched and that Marc could still have this effect on her after not seeing him for years, Estelle shuts her eyes and tries to calm herself through her deep breaths. Marc watches her, it's transparent. Did she always react like this to him? He doesn’t remember touching her much during their service but he’s never seen her like this. She can’t think he’s her husband. Marc had found that during his search as well, about his death. This is why Khonshu was worried, how could that old bird have known?

I’ll put it on Tumblr one day. lol

Preview Two: I had a thot where an OFC is a client of Oberyn Martell as a sex worker. 🤔 For reasons.

“I’m here to give to you my queen. You have to accept it. Don’t worry about time. We have all we need. I’ll not have you leave me unsatisfied. The provocative cloth will be the last barrier between us. We should let your most cherished hole get some air, no?” Pushing Selene’s legs forward, Martell pulled her panties off and they were thrown with the other clothes. He was greeted by her glistening cunt leaking into the sheets of the mattress. “Such a vision, the temptation to drive right in is great, but I am a man of my word. Fingers first, then I’ll taste you.”

I feel like he would talk like this, I’ve only written Oberyn once and it wasn’t modern. So…here we are.

Preview Three: I blame this on a flurry of ideas that @angelofsmalldeath-codeine and I messaged about a few months ago, one stuck and now we’re here.

“Because I love you I want to put a baby in you. Maybe two or three, we’ll see how the first one goes. You know I’d take care you and our kid right? Aisha you’re one of the few good things I have besides my Kit Kats, sobriety and my robe.” He turns to lay on his side and kisses her breast then forehead. “Now if you want me to continue, that nightgown is coming off, you’re keeping your legs open wide and I’m kissing both sets of lips.” Bringing the two fingers he had inside of her, Dieter licked them slowly as she removed her nightgown and tossed it on the floor. Wordlessly, Aisha slipped a leg under Dee’s side and put her other one on his hip to flip him from his lateral laying position to on top of her.

Yeah…the smut was strong with Nerdie this week 💀💀💀

Preview Four (because this week is going hard - all puns intended): In a galaxy long, long ago @alltheglitterandtheroar asked me about a Din who was a little rough. Well…I dunno how inspiration came for this, but it can stay. It’s bullet points and dialogue- not really written out. How my notes normally look 🤣🤣🤣

Sola begins to remove her dress, but Din brandishes a knife from his boot and pulls at the neck of it, cutting down to her hip.

The dress falls to her feet and she’s exposed with her bra and thong. A shudder from the air chills her body and he sets a hand on his, staying his knife.

“I can remove the rest Mando. Will I see your body as well?”

“Not this first time. Sit.” Has her sit in the large armchair with her legs spread on each arm of the chair.

Slices her panties off. “Such a soaked cunt of the people. Were you like this after your late meeting today? Dripping at the thought of me arriving in your home?”

‘Cuz again horny reasons. Just horny hours and reasons.

Preview Five (if you’ve read this far, I love you and I give you the head pats 💖): I promised myself I was gonna be nice to Frankie, next time just give him something nice. I guess. 🤗

His baseball cap shook along with his head, “It’s fine miss. Should I put your box inside?” Hazel nodded again and showed him the counter to which he set the box down. “My name’s Frankie. I live three doors down. I was coming out to see which old man was winning chess when your scarf caught me in the face.” He snuck his hands in his pockets, contemplating asking but the worst she could say is no. “Did you want to meet some of your neighbors? If you need some rest, that’s fine too. They’re out in the common grounds most days. Only if you feel up to it.” He added that last line so she won’t feel pressured. She already has some man she doesn’t know in her apartment.

I swear nice to Frankie (I sometimes have written his PTSD) 😭😭

Last preview- Seven? No Six. I lost count 😭😭 Javi G and Sadie meet at Star Wars in Orlando. Aboard a certain vessel: also bullet points. Bad Star Wars puns are imminent!

Sadie begins flipping buttons saying it’s what she’s seen Han and Rey do in the movies. Javi tried to make a Chewbacca noise and it sounds way too much like a growl. 👀 Sadie grips one of the levers very hard and has her mouth slightly open.

“My name is Javi, what’s yours hermosa (beautiful)?” He knows that look, he was going to try and entice her after they got off the ship but The Force is with him today.

“I-It’s Sadie. Nice to meet you Javi. Is that short for Javier?” She needs to distract herself. Sexy eyes should not be made in a Millennium Falcon, even in a fake one. But he also smells like sandalwood, sweat and hints of jasmine and rose. He has no business looking good and smelling good. He’s gotta be a con artist or swindler or just a bad dude right? Those are the men she finds.

“Sí. When this ride is over? Did you want to go on another one with me?” Sadie blinks and Javi grins, “Maybe in the DeathStar. To see that one critically weak spot it has.” Her friends may dumb choices and hooks ups all the time. Hell, she couldn’t sleep in her own bed last night. He could be an axe murderer. But they smell bad and they’re bald. He’s got a full head of hair and smells like a dream so maybe not?

So silly and ridiculous 😆😆😆 I cackled when writing it.

So finally at the end, if you made it here, I’ll love you a long time, take a nap and get back at it 😘😘😘

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[heybaetae]

gifmaker / cc wrapped 2023!

thanks for tagging me my angel @jkvjimin 💜

i tried really hard not to choose all comp sets, but those take the most effort and therefore are what i'm prouder of than a standard set, but regardless...

here are my top 10 fave creations of the year:

bts chapter 1 insta feed // this was an insanely taxing project and is probably the most work i've ever put into anything, but i was really inspired to do it. it took about a week (one day for each panel) and was repetitive, i literally threw out my back by day 3 from sitting working on it that my body was in SO MUCH PAIN, but i wanted to get everything right and make it make sense which is why i wrote up a detail post breaking it down and explaining every decision that went into this. i still intend to make this a series and do one dedicated to their japanese discography (i actually started on one before i published this but didn't like the concept) and for their solo work, but it doesn't feel like the right time yet as things continue to release. but i look forward to it!

cheesy bts valentine cards // this was purposely corny, but the response was unbelievable! i had fun working on it and was so happy it made people laugh and smile. the tags were a joy to read on this post and it's my fourth most popular gifset ever. thank you!

bts guide to troubled birds // yet another corny idea, but i get a kick out of making silly comps and was inspired to make this. i started with jimin's as an experiment because his poem was the easiest to choose and built the rest of it from there, carefully deciding which poem to apply to each member and recreating them from scratch. i love celebrating their chaos in fun ways, so this was nice!

jungkook's sensitive tear ducts // sometimes i get really random comp ideas and spontaneously start making something with no plan. this was one of those times and it is now my third most popular gifset since making this blog in 2020 lol. ofc i'd never gif him upset about anything serious, so i only chose moments that didn't feel inappropriate to include to keep this set lighthearted and humorous.

long live bts (10th anniversary set) // i always knew i wanted to make something with the lyrics of that song because every word of it reminds me of their story. the 10th anniversary was perfect since it literally says "it was the end of a decade". i wanted the set to just be really simple so i went with a more desaturated look and focused more on choosing a scene from each year that fit the lyric per that gif.

love me again mv // this was my first time bothering to gif a music video in 4k. i usually avoid it bc it slows my computer down and takes a lot longer (i also have to reconvert the youtube download to a different file type to get it to play in my kmplayer, it's a whole process) but i waited a few days after it came out because i originially didn't think i could color it when it premiered so i just didn't gif it. but i gave it a try anyway when i didn't feel so pressured and i really like how crisp they came out.

jungkook's bday set // i didn't have a plan for this when i started, but i searched a lot for inspo and finally found something i felt like i could make something with so i came up with this very barbie-esque rendition for jungkook that i'm still very fond of. i purposely didn't write happy birthday on it anywhere so it could be shared year-round. it's probably my fave set i made all year and everyone seemed to like it too!

jimin's bday set // this was originally just going to include songs from FACE, but i decided it didn't celebrate jimin's work as a whole if i didn't include all his solo songs/endeavors so it turned into a big monster. i like how it came out though!

standing next to you mv // this year i was introduced to HD master files, so instead of rushing to download a new mv from youtube and giffing it fast, i'd wait for a higher quality rip from apple music to show up online. the difference is quite astounding. i made gifs with master files for all three of jk's music videos this year (seven, 3D), but i like how this one turned out the best.

vmin comp // just felt like giffing my two favorite people before they left and needed to channel my sad emotions into something before seeing them seperate for so long. i included moments i've giffed before and ones i've never had the chance to gif. i could have made this post so much longer but forced myself to stop lol. i like the pink and blue colors in it a lot <3 i miss them so much

thank for all your support on my work this year! i have lots of (old) new stuff in my drafts to share in the new year so please keep your love coming x

i'm going to tag @userjiminie @userjungkook97 @btsiu and @cordiallyfuturedwight to do this if they'd like to!

[sashketter]

Preparing for Tantiss

Summary: While the Bad Batch acquire the coordinates to Tantiss, Rex prepares a ragtag team of familiar faces to follow him to the Imperial base.

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: A hint of Rexiyo; a smidge, a sampling, an infinitesimal iota, if you will 😊

Notes: I’ve been saying for awhile that the "cavalry" in The Bad Batch finale might not just be clones, but it occurred to me only today to write it tf down, the last two episodes be damned lol This takes place during season 3 episode 13 of The Bad Batch, "Into the Breach." Look to the tags for the “familiar faces” - the cast is too long to list here. I wrote this in a rush, but it builds off some ideas I'm using for a series about Riyo Chuchi and the Clone Underground, specifically using Orto Plutonia as a base and the working relationship between Rex and Riyo.

“Careful with those proton torpedoes!”

“Don’t scratch my ship! I don’t care how well the Republic—"

“Father! Can I show Jek ze fighters?”

The small airbase on Orto Plutonia had proven more useful than Rex could have imagined. Clearing an area large enough to host more than half a dozen starships was a challenge, but the clones and the Talz braved extreme snowstorms in record time. Fortune seemed to smile on them today as the sky cleared and the wind calmed to a whisper. Ready the fleet, the breeze seemed to say. All the ships had spilled out of the hangar and into the open air, everyone enjoying the rare bout of good weather. Rex watches the fruits of his quick and dangerous labor from the edge of the field.

“Transmission from Pantora, sir.�� A clone hands Rex a holoprojector, and Riyo Chuchi flickers in his palm.

“How are preparations coming along, captain?” Riyo learned to dispense with pleasantries when it came to Rex and his missions.

“Very well, senator.” Rex learned to keep his reports short when it came to Riyo and her transmissions. “It’s a tight fit with all the aircraft, but we’ll be ready in half a rotation. Hopefully by then, Echo will have transmitted the coordinates.”

Riyo nods, but can’t hide her concern. “Be careful, Rex. I can hold off the Senate for awhile, but not long. If Tantiss is as secretive and well-guarded as you say, people will want to know everything if something,” she searches for the right word, “explosive happens.”

“Understood.” Rex nods. “You be careful yourself.” It’s an earnest warning, but he looks around and finds no one within earshot. He smirks and tries his luck. “Try not to attract any more bombs while I’m busy.”

She huffs, looks around, and counters, “Try not to blow up any more bases.”

Rex returns her smile. She nods, and in an instant, she’s gone. Rex tucks the holoprojector in his belt.

“Uncle Rex!” Shaeeh calls and tugs at his arm. Rex’s heart thumps hard in his chest, taken off-guard by the surprise attack. “Can I come?”

Suu tiptoes from behind and grabs her daughter by the waist and off the ground. “Ay, no, we need someone to watch ze base while we are gone.” She nuzzles Shaeeh on the cheek before putting the child down.

“They’re ready for inspection,” Howzer announces, gesturing towards the noisy airfield. The captains fall into step.

First up are two Y wings parked across from each other. Cham Syndulla climbs down from the cockpit of one while Cut Lawquane stands up from the wheels of the other. Their kids play in the space between.

“Ready and operational, Rex,” Cut reports, wiping his hands with an oil-ridden rag.

“As iz ours,” Cham adds. “Eleni iz ‘aving some trouble with ze turret, but—”

“All fixed!” The men look up in time to see a wrench fly in the air and land with a loud clink on the ground. Eleni appears from the turret, smiling and wiping her forehead. Hera laughs as Chopper rolls loudly, arms flailing, to pick up the wrench.

“Good work.” Rex nods at the men before moving on.

Several meters away is a Nebula-class freighter. An astromech speeds from under its chassis towards Rex, stopping too late and bumping into his shins. He grunts in pain but otherwise ignores the collision. He rubs the droid’s dome.

“Hey, R7. Where’s Rafa?”

“You can’t bank at that speed, Trace!” Rafa’s voice turns the captains’ attention to the left. “The motivators will—”

“You watch! The Silver Angel can handle anything I throw at her.” Trace sees the captains watching her and her sister argue for the umpteenth time. “Oh, hey, captains.” She gives a short salute.

Howzer crosses his arms and shakes his head, but Rex is amused. It reminds him of the first time they met, right after Padmé’s--

“Whoa, Wookiee alert!” Rafa stops Rex’s train of thought. He turns to see three adult Wookiees approach from the right.

Howzer still can’t contain his shock at their ship. “How did they get their hands on a gunship?”

Rex sometimes forgets Howzer had been stationed far from most of the action of the Clone Wars. “General Tarfful fought in the Battle of Kashyyyk,” he gestures towards the heavily-armored Wookiee, “with Master Yoda. And lucky for us, he’s no friend of the Empire.”

A protocol droid ambles from behind the Wookiee general and ahead to the clone captains. “Hello, I am C3-LT, protocol droid for General Tarfful.”

Rex nods. “Please thank the general for his help. We’re well aware of the trouble on Kashyyyk and know that the Wookiees can’t spare much in the way of arms and soldiers.”

The droid turns to the Wookiee retinue and belts out a mountain of Shyriiwook. Tarfful answers in turn, and the droid translates.

“The general says that he is happy to help the clones liberate their people. He says the clones are brave warriors who will always have the Wookiees’ help whenever they ask.”

Howzer continues to be surprised, his eyes wide at the show of loyalty. Rex nods, and Tarfful drops a heavy hand on his shoulder, shaking the captain and roaring in what the clone assumes is a battle cry. The Wookiees turn around and return to their ship.

Rex starts towards the clones’ fighters at the far end of the field when a freighter lands just outside the perimeter. Everyone stops to watch. The snow settles before the ship’s pilot descends from its platform.

“Afternoon, boys,” Phee greets the approaching clones. She stops at the end of the ramp when she sees blasters aimed in her direction. “Hey now, is that any way to welcome Tech’s—”

Rex sighs and lowers a clone’s blaster with his hand, signaling everyone to stand down. “Easy, men. Echo comm’d us about this.”

Phee walks up to Rex. “Name’s Genoa. Phee Genoa.” They shake hands cautiously. “You must be the one in charge.”

“The name’s Rex. Howzer here will catch you up.” He peers behind her and up into her ship. “Where are the cadets?”

Phee smiles and calls out, “It’s alright, boys. Time to play.”

Three clone cadets appear from the belly of Phee’s ship, running in a line down the platform and stopping in a line next to Phee. “Reporting for duty, sir,” one of them announces before saluting.

Rex kneels down on one knee and addresses the boys. “Alright, troopers.” The cadets snap to attention. “Can I count on you to make sure each ship is supplied with its maximum amount of fuel before sunset?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” They chant and salute in unison before running towards the hangar.

Phee chuckles as Rex stands back up. “Is that what you did when you were a cadet? Fill up fuel tanks and clean starships?”

Rex smirks but holds off on telling her stories of caustic chemicals and hazing rituals on Kamino. Instead, he offers, “You’d be surprised what a clone cadet can do at that age.”

Phee puts a hand on his arm and presses, “Are you sure this will work?” Her concern is genuine.

Rex seems to consider her question seriously for a moment before he shrugs. “It has to.” He gestures for her to follow Howzer.

Rex turns around and gazes into the distance. The sun is beginning to hide behind a line of mountain peaks to the west. The air starts to chill. Gregor will have dinner ready soon, and Rex knows that for some, it will be their last meal. But when he turns back to the airfield, all he can see and hear are smiles and laughter, determined faces turning into friendly ones and idle conversations turning into detailed ones. Rex smiles. For now, hope is still on the horizon.

[charcuteriecrab]

Hello, for chreon request: Sick Fic but the sick is a bioweapon 👉👈🥺 who gets got and the consequences are up to u <3 -leonisdumbasallhell🔪

HI @leonisdumbasallhell !! omg you're one of my favorite blogs. I love this premise so I made it quite a bit bigger than I was originally going to, so this is part 1! (I promise the sick part of this sickfic will come eventually LOL)

Rating: M

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries

Tags: Married Chreon, Infection, Major Character Injury

Word Count: 1556

Part 1/? | Next ->

Please Don't Leave Me (Part 1)

A Resident Evil fic request

"—eon. Where...you? Respond." 

The fuzzy masculine voice rang in his right ear. It was coming from his earpiece, he realized. Whoever they were sounded worried, but Leon was having a hard time forming coherent thoughts, much less forming words.

He was on the floor, stretched out on his side, and there was an ache in his chest that he was all too familiar with. He had some bruised—if not broken—ribs. Fuck. He groaned, forcing himself to open his eyes, and judging by the way his vision swam, he knew he probably had a concussion.

He looked around and was treated with a blurry sight of the ceiling, ropes and hooks hanging from dark beams. He could hear water lapping against a shoreline and the occasional thump of wooden boats hitting the dock.

"Leon! Please respond, baby," the voice called again, this time more clear, but also louder, and Leon tried not to wince at the volume.

"...what?" Leon replied, pushing himself into a sitting position, swallowing against the nausea building in his throat. The world was spinning and it took everything in him not to fall back to the floor. There was also a strange pulsing in the veins in his arms that he swore was familiar. Looking down, he noticed that there were dark lines streaming down his forearms in a web-like pattern. Infection. He was infected. Part of him knew he should have been worried, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Where are you? You were supposed to be at the rendezvous point 30 minutes ago," a woman spoke, and Leon strained his mind, finally remembering her name. It was Rebecca, how could he have forgotten?

He thought he should answer her question before they yelled again. "Hit my head. By the docks. Might be infected." Each word sent a piercing pain through his skull and he swallowed the rising bile. God, he hated getting hit in the head.

There was a slew of swear words that Leon couldn't distinguish, then a shaky forced breath. "I'm coming for you." That was Chris. Chris was coming. He must have been who was talking to him earlier.

"Keep him talking, he probably has a concussion," Rebecca said, voice wavering slightly. "I'll get the vaccine ready."

"Alright," Chris said, then switched his attention. "Leon?" His voice was soft and Leon let out a sigh of relief. His husband would make everything better. "What can you see from where you are? I need to be able to find you."

Leon tried to focus again, this time putting more effort into it. Chris asked him, so he would try his best. Squinting, his sight realigned and he searched his environment for anything Chris could recognize. The first thing he saw was a pretty big rock from out the window of the building.

"...a boulder."

"A boulder? Okay, good. Anything else, sweetie? Doesn't have to be big."

Leon groaned, letting himself fall back onto the wet floorboards, a musty mist erupting at the impact. He could see blood pooling out of the corner of his eye, the crimson puddle growing the longer he lay. His skin felt like it was on fire and he could feel sweat budding across his hairline and neck, probably mixing with the blood coating his skin. There was a lot of it. Shit. "Hooks," he exhaled, answering Chris's question.

"Okay I think I know where you are," he replied, a little breathless, the earpiece stuttering slightly. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"Hot. Tired." He wasn't feeling very good, his vision turning dark at the edges. He didn’t know if Chris replied, but he couldn’t discern any words over the roaring in his head. 

A flurry of heavy footsteps came from his right side and he closed his eyes, the rumbling sending a wave of pain through his head. "Leon!" Chris yelled, this time voice clear and nearly booming, the words echoing against the waves.

Leon tried to turn towards the man, head rolling, but the movement made his vision whiten. "Chris," he whined.

The man kneeled at his side and Leon gasped for breath. It was getting harder to breathe and his chest felt heavy. 

"Don't worry, I've got you." In an instant, Leon was lifted off the ground and into his arms and Leon yelped, falling limp, eyes closing. "Stay awake. Please, Leon. C'mon, stay with me."

Leon lost track of time, his mind swimming with every sway of Chris's body, but never entirely falling unconscious, as much as he wished to do so. The man's chest rumbled, the vibrations deep and comforting. The familiar scent of gunpowder, sweat, leather, and something uniquely Chris overwhelmed him and he relaxed even further. A sharp voice came at him and he whined, trying to open his eyes, lids fluttering. A stab to his neck sent him recoiling and he pressed further into his husband’s chest with a cry.

As if a veil had been lifted, some of his pain went away and he finally felt like he could breathe again, a numbness in his limbs he didn’t realize was there dissipating in an instant, a flush of fluid rushing to the tips of his fingers. He gasped, gulping in air now that it was easier.

"That was the vaccine, Leon. You awake?" That was Rebecca.

Leon groaned, opening his eyes more easily than before, seeing Rebecca and Chris in his field of view, blurry faces focusing. "...huh?"

"There you are." Chris's chest rumbled again. The man looked down at him with unmasked relief, holding Leon tightly. He smiled, but his eyes were glassy. 

“Hi,” he said, trying to smile, but he didn’t think he succeeded, for Chris frowned the moment he tried.

The man turned to Rebecca, voice wavering for a moment. “Why are his veins still black?”

The words should have worried him, and a part of his brain was sending off alarm bells, but he ignored it. He strained to look at his arms, seeing they were still darker than normal.

“I’m not sure—he should be fine after the vaccine. Doesn’t he have T-Virus immunity and Plaga antibodies?” Leon was annoyed that they were talking about him like he wasn’t there.

“Yes, he does. Shouldn’t that be helping him?”

“I think it is. If this is a mutated form of the virus, the vaccine might not be as effective. I will have to test his blood to be sure. Let’s hurry back to the helicopter before he gets worse. I can check over his other injuries on the ride back.”

“C’n I’sleep?” Leon slurred, feeling a wave of exhaustion come over him. He wanted nothing more than to pass out for a week, waiting for the pain to stop. 

Chris looked down at him, squeezing him tighter, an air of alarm radiating from his expression. “No, not yet, baby. Rebecca has to check out that concussion of yours first.”

Leon whined but forced his eyes open a little more, trying to stay awake for Chris. Their pace seemed to speed up and his body started rocking more frequently. His head was going fuzzy again. “Tired, Chr’s.”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, voice wavering with emotion. “Can you try your best for me? We’re almost there.”

The next time Leon was aware, they were maneuvering him into the helicopter and onto a stretcher. He panicked, losing contact with Chris, and tried to struggle against the hands on his body. Chris. Chris. Where was Chris? He felt a sob beginning to build before a hand grasped his in a tight grip.

“I’m here Lee, we just need to get you secured before we fly.”

All of Leon’s energy left in an instant, heaving out a shaky breath. Chris was there. Everything would be okay. He shut his eyes, brow furrowing at the spike of pain in his head.

Soft fingers pried open each of his eyelids and shined a light straight to his retinas. It shocked him, but all he could do was whine and try to turn his head in futile.

A voice from far away spoke. “Pupils… dilated.”

Chris squeezed his hand again. “You’re…great, baby.” Leon could barely hear the words, but they comforted him all the same, and he took a calming breath.

Someone was bandaging his head and arm, something he didn’t know was injured. He supposed that could have been where he was infected. The pressure on his wounds made his back arch as he tried to get away, crying out before gasping for breath. The pressure on his hand tightened and he forced himself to focus on the touch. Leon wanted nothing more than to pass out and not have to deal with this pain, but Chris asked him to try, and he always tried for his husband. Words were passed between the people around him, but he couldn’t catch them all, recognizing, “Infection,” “Concussion,” and “Sick”. 

The helicopter blades started to spin and a roaring pierced his ears. He yelped, trying to lift his arms to cover the reverberating sound. Hands grabbed his head gently and surprisingly moved to cover Leon’s ears for him, and he melted at the touch, deflating as the deafening roar lessened. 

Before he could thank whoever was helping, another stab in his neck sent him careening into blessed unconsciousness.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

find the word!

tagged by @eskawrites thank you so much! this is so much fun and i looved reading yours!

rules: search your WIPs for the words you're given and share the extract they're from.

the words i was given are: glass, remain, unlikely, loyal, and wrong.

glass, from my Yellowjackets x The Conjuring AU:

Laura Lee carried with her a messenger bag with a few items she packed with not too much confidence: A Bible, a new one her parents got her when she returned home. A glass bottle filled with holy water that she also got from her parents and now had her wondering if she should have brought more and how to get more of it by herself. A crucifix, yet another object inherited from her family, pulled down from a wall of her new apartment. And, although she preferred not to picture any circumstances in which they would be necessary, she brought her a small hunting knife she bought herself not too long after the rescue, and a rope.

remain, from my Laura Lee Corruption Arc fic

Laura Lee and Van had been close friends for many years and fought to remain close despite growing up in what seemed to be opposite directions, changing into people quite different from each other. They were a source of joy and comfort for each other. A smile that transported them to childhood and a laugh that promised the future would be alright. It didn’t matter how different they seemed to be at the present day. They didn’t expect that their faith in Lottie Matthews would become their new common ground.

unlikely, again from the Laura Lee Corruption Arc fic

Realistically, Laura Lee had remembered hearing that people who commit suicide don’t go to Heaven, but she doubted that was true. Truthfully, she had considered that in such a crowded setting it was unlikely that they would just let her die. Pools do have a tendency to have an entire line of work dedicated to keeping people alive in them. So, some might have argued that she hadn’t genuinely wanted to kill herself that day. At the end of the day, she wasn’t sure it mattered. She got close enough. Close enough to Him to become the daughter her mother expected and demanded her to be. Close enough to dying to realize… No, it wasn’t as scary as some people made it out to be. Well, she tempted death more than once, really. Or, at least, she was planning to.

loyal, again from the Conjuring AU (loyalty seems close enough lol)

Mari cleared her throat, and Lottie’s eyes drifted toward her briefly before returning to Laura Lee, who couldn’t look away from Lottie. It had been a minute since they were reunited and Laura Lee’s mind was already getting carried away with memories of Mari’s fervent loyalty to Lottie, and the times when it had been a threat, competition, or just annoying to Laura Lee. “I’m obviously going to want to know more about how this little reunion came about,” Mari said. “But, you know what, I trust you… both. And this is kind of an emergency so, can we please get going? We don’t have much time.”

wrong, from my Natlee unrequited love fic

Every night, Laura Lee kneeled before her bed and tried to pray. She tried to think of something that wasn’t Natalie. She knew she couldn’t exactly ask God to help her on that subject. It was one thing the hard work of making peace with the disparities between her church and what she genuinely believed God meant, and convincing herself that she wouldn’t necessarily go to hell for the feelings in her heart. It was something completely different to pray to God and ask him for a girlfriend. She couldn’t find it in herself to ask Him to take her feelings away though. She had tried, years ago, to desperately beg God to take away and destroy the attraction she felt that went in a direction her family and her church had told her was wrong. That was over. She’d never go back to that torture. Even if she could ask specifically for God to take away only her feelings for Natalie in particular, she wouldn’t either. It was excruciating, to feel herself falling for Natalie with every word, every look, and every touch they shared. And she wouldn’t change it for the world.

I'm tagging: @natscatorrcio @sapphicscience @yee-hawlw @lilolilyr @scorchedhearth

Your words are: pink, high, ground, alone, and gentle.

[cr-noble-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Getting it in while its still Wednesday on the West Coast lol Thanks for the tag @westernlarch

Its been a few weeks since I've really written anything, so I may have already shared this. But fortunately for me, I can't remember shit haha. Anyway, have a snippet from Akuze (really immediately after Akuze) in which Ashley smashes her way out of imprisonment.

She takes a deep breath and picks it up. If there’s one thing she can do here, it’s break shit. She throws it as hard as she can, staggering back as it shatters against the wall. Careful to avoid getting glass shards stuck in her feet, she steps into the mess and crouches, searching for a piece of it that might do the job. She’s not sure it’ll work at all. If the damn thing was flimsy enough to break that easily, it might not be strong enough to pry the panel up. She has to try. Wrapping a hand around one of the longer pieces of the broken casing, she returns to the panel. It takes some doing. The shard she grabbed is almost too thick to fit, but she manages. Ashley wiggles it back and forth, working it toward a corner. She just needs to peel it up enough to fit her fingers in there. It takes longer than she’d like to widen the gap. Maybe they’re not watching her after all. God knows if she were watching security cameras and saw someone trying to take the walls apart, she’d have sent someone to stop it. She pulls the shard toward her with one hand, trying to leverage the panel up as she works her fingers into the gap. It’s still too tight. Getting her fingertips underneath it hurts. The shard of monitor casing snaps under the pressure, and Ashley grunts under her breath as the metal tries to return to its proper place. Unfortunately for it, there’s a little too much flesh and bone in the way. It’ll be a miracle if she doesn’t break a finger doing this. She manages to work the fingers of her other hand under the edge of the panel. “Okay, almost there,” she says quietly. “Just gotta get the damn thing off. And hope there isn’t another one behind it.” Ashley pulls, putting her weight into it. It barely budges. She puts her bare feet against the wall, leans back, and pushes with her legs until it feels like her shoulders might pop out of their sockets. Thankfully, the panel pops off the wall with a violent creak instead. Without it to support her weight, Ashley hits the floor like a sack of potatoes. Pain radiates up her back. She might have managed to keep her hands intact, but she’s pretty sure she broke her tailbone. After a moment to catch the breath the impact knocked out of her, she stands and looks at the hole in the wall where the panel used to be. There are a lot of wires. One of them has to do something with the door. Worst case, Ashley stays locked in the stupid not-hospital room. She takes a deep breath and turns back to the remains of the monitor. Well, maybe the worst case is that she electrocutes herself. She retrieves a long piece of glass and turns back toward the door. Only one way to find out.

tagging: @imbiowaresbitch @nickelkeep @mallaidhsomo @otemporanerys and @swaps55. No pressure, as always <3

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Weekly Pond Newsletter

This past week included the famed 21st night of September. Did you dance the night away?

Old Business:

Fic Highlights. This week we had TWO fic highlights for you all to read and enjoy! We do highlights like these as raffle prizes and birthday gifts to thank those who are active in the Pond and spread the love. Fun fact: Though most writers will ask us to highlight an underappreciated fic of their own, you can ask for any fic by any writer to be highlighted! This means that this prize is also open to Turtles and other non-writers. This week, we highlighted A Little Trip: Costco Edition by @mariekoukie6661 and Trials of Agent Winchester (series) by @allys-creative-bubble. Check them out and give our hard-working writers some encouragement!

Fishing for Treasures masterlists. By request, we have cobbled together a masterlist of sorts of the fics we have reblogged for the monthly FFT celebrations. It's not strictly a masterlist, but it should give those looking for something a place to start searching. We've utilized the archive function of Tumblr, which allows us to narrow down a search by month and tag. In the past, we weren't very consistent with our tagging for FFT, but we will be in the future to make this functionality work. We have tried to clean up prior months, but a fic or two may have slipped through the cracks, so we can only promise that the majority of fics reblogged in the past will be there. Click here for more information about FFT and to see these new masterlists!

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New Business:

Stageit concerts with Paul Carella later today. Paul Carella is best known by the SPN family for his song, "Chasing Echoes" (aka the Jensen Ackles song). He's recently teamed up with Billy Moran of Louden Swain to make a new band called Tricky MC. They currently have two singles out that you can find wherever you listen to music. Click here for more info about Paul and tickets to today's shows!

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[awkwardgtace]

A Small Unkindness

Woo GT July day 2 Bird!!

I've never really done tag lists since i'm a little insane and infrequent, but for these I had a request and will let y'all know if anyone wants to be tagged for the gt july stories or in the future feel free to ask! I'm insane about how i organize my ocs I can be insane about tag lists too lol

tag list: @jakersdaboss

This time we have Dabria desperate to get some medicine for her son, but she has to admit when she needs a little help.

tw: abandonment

A Small Unkindness

Thunder crashed above in warning. A storm would break any minute. Dabria didn’t have time to waste. She flapped her wings ignoring the twinges of pain from the speed she was forcing herself to keep. Winds would pick up making it impossible to fly soon. She couldn’t have that happen, her chick was waiting. She had to get what he needed and get home.

Another crash was followed by a blinding light. It was getting too close. The tears in his eyes as he begged her to stay strengthened her resolve. She’d get what her son needed before the rain started. She’d make it home. The ache in her wings disappeared when the window she was targeting came into view. It was still open.

Dabria flew in with no hesitation. She couldn’t be careful and check for the human first. Her son was on fire and she had to get him the medicine humans used. It was the only way. She stayed near the ceilings as she flew through the human’s home. This one was easy to steal from. His windows were always open and things kept in the same place. It helped she’d seen the medicine she was looking for on a different trip to this human.

The crashing outside grew more frequent. The storm would be on her by the time she was leaving. It would make the flight home harder, but she’d do anything to save her son. It took time to find the room she knew held the medicine. It had mirrors and what Rhys called a shower. She just had to find it. It took all her strength not to stop flying once she found the mirror room.

She flew to the top of it and landed. She didn’t let her wings stop fluttering. Her back was on fire, but if she stopped for too long she’d struggle to fly again. Bracing herself against the wall, she used her feet to push the mirror open. It took a number of attempts, her wings causing her to slide against the cold walls. When it opened she started to cry. She could get what he needed. She could save her son.

Dabria jumped from her current perch quickly. Her wings snapped out to catch the wind. She fell more than she wanted, the pain in her back made it hard to start flapping her wings instead of gliding. Once she was steady she looked for the bottle she knew. The yellow cap was the only thing that would tell her it was right. The pounding of her heart in her ears blocked out the crashes of thunder outside.

Blurred vision made it difficult to see what she needed. She blinked away her tears before scanning the shelves again. Her heart continued to race up until she found the bottle she needed. She tried not to land again, it would be hard to take off with the extra weight. The bottle was about an inch shorter than her. It would at least make it a little easier to carry.

She wrapped her hands around the cap the best she could. It made her drop a few inches, but she was able to adjust. With the medicine in hand she started her search for an exit. This human kept most of his windows open, she’d be outside again soon. The wind would push her towards her home, her son, and they’d be fine. 

Each room she entered had a closed window. Her travel through the house grew frantic as she found every single room a box she couldn’t escape. Her vision blurred and she barely avoided slamming into more than one wall. There was one room she hadn’t checked, one room that could let her out. The room the human was always in. The risk that posed didn’t matter. She had to get home; Rhys had begged her to stay.

She found the human in the last room as she expected. She watched as he closed her final exit, locking her in the massive man’s house. The death grip she had on the bottle loosened. It wasn’t long before the entire purpose of her trip fell from her grasp.

Time froze as she considered her options. Normally it was easy. Hide from the human until he made an opening after the storm. Rhys was waiting. His skin was on fire and he was all alone. She couldn’t hide and wait, but she couldn’t escape on her own. That left her with just one option.

***

Vitus turned on his heels when he heard something crash to the floor. The noise was forgotten as soon as he’d moved. In front of him was a woman only a few inches tall, black wings flapping behind her. They looked like raven wings. He started to move towards her, but she acted faster.

“I need your help,” she cried. Her voice cracked. “My son is sick. He… his skin is on fire. I need medicine to help him. Please, please help us.”

“How can I help?” Vitus asked. The small woman fell a few inches. He stumbled forward, reaching out to hold his hands below her. He was just in time; her wings gave out.

Vitus stared at the woman who landed in his hands. She didn’t feel quite as birdlike as he expected. More solid in a way. He curled his fingers up around her. She was shaking. It wasn’t as if he could blame her. He’d been told before he was intimidating, sometimes scary. It was almost funny to think that he worked with kids.

“...I know the address. Go there I can let you in. Please help him… help my son,” she whispered. Vitus had pulled her closer as she spoke. Ruby eyes were flooded with tears. Her black hair was matted, probably from the wind. He swore he could see the pain painting her face when she twitched her wings.

“Ok, let’s go,” he said. The woman didn’t even try moving from his palms. After a few steps he kicked something, looking down he found a bottle of ibuprofen. He pulled the little woman close to his chest before he crouched. He pocketed the bottle before climbing to his feet and heading outside into the storm. He just hoped he could help a child smaller than his fingers.

***

Dabria was terrified. This whole time she and Rhys had been hiding. This was just something she had no idea how to take care of. Her unkindness abandoned them. They would have had solutions, she was always too busy watching the humans too learn first aid. Now her son could die and this human was her only option to save him.

“3489 First Street,” she mumbled. 

The human grunted to show he’d heard her. This was the first time she had ever ridden in a car. Rhys had been in them, but she avoided them. The impossible machines that could kill her without even being turned on were horrifying. It moved and threw her against the seat. The human had set her down alone. It let her focus on how terrifying this machine was and not that the human might take her son.

In mere minutes the car’s roar died. The man climbed out on his side of the car, the loud slam of the door made her shiver. Her heart started to race when she realized she had no escape. He’d left her behind and her son would be scared. He couldn’t just-

“Do you want to be carried or fly on your own?” he asked as the door next to her opened. She climbed to her feet before taking off. She flew past his head without pause, she would at least be with her son before the human reached him. 

The human had no trouble keeping up with her. She flew in through the small opening in the door and fell on the lock. She heard the click and saw the door knob start to turn. She used that to get a lead. Flying to the entrance of the room she had left her son in. The white haired human entered with a lot of care, he probably thought other humans might catch him. It made her a little less worried about revealing herself. 

Once his eyes were on her she flew into the room. She gave up waiting and landed right in front of her son. His breathing was rapid. Pressing a hand to his skin she pulled back from the horrible burning of his skin. Her kind didn’t get sick like this. She didn’t know how to help him.

“Mom?” Rhys whined. She ignored the heat and ran her hand across his forehead.

“I’m back honey, I got someone who can help us,” she whispered. He groaned. A hand wrapped around her, gently pressing her wings against her sides. His hand wasn’t even big enough to hide her. The others were wrong, this child would never be dangerous.

“Oh no,” the human who she led here spoke. She didn’t stop petting her son’s head. She wanted to preen his hair, or hide in it. The weight of the human falling to the floor made her jump, even with Rhys holding her and the couch buffering the man’s weight. “Rhys?”

“He’s warm, burning.” She could tell her son had already fallen asleep again. He couldn’t stay awake for most of the day. “Help him.”

“He needs a doctor.” Dabria turned to face the human. He was looking at her as if he were begging. “Let me take him, please.”

“Whatever it takes to save him. I won’t let him die.”

Rhys’s hand around her tightened. He pulled her close, the same way he acted when he had a nightmare. She watched the white haired human nod and climb to his feet. He easily lifted Rhys, a feat she could never achieve. He didn’t wince from the heat. He didn’t panic, unsure what to do. He knew to take him to whatever a doctor was. Another human who could save her son.

Dabria squirmed until Rhys let her go. Opting to land on the human man’s shoulder. She would watch over her son, she would save him. Even if saving him meant giving him up to the humans. She’d follow behind him until he told her to leave. She could accept that.

“I’m Vitus,” the man whispered. She jumped, knowing his name didn’t seem important. “I have to admit I wondered why he’d been so much happier.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said. Rhys whimpered as the man walked. She jumped off his shoulder and landed on Rhys’s chest. His hands were around her in seconds. He was so afraid she would leave. She never could.

***

Vitus didn’t answer her. He shouldered his way out of the house. It wasn’t easy to get Rhys in his car. The boy wasn’t willing to move much, and it seemed like he was the problem. The little woman jumped off Rhys, telling him it was alright. That got him listening. There was a doctor who made house calls, that would be better than anything else. The woman would be able to listen in.

The drive was quiet, the time it took to get Rhys in his house and call the doctor was somehow quieter. The only noise came when she tried to leave the boy. It had been strange when Rhys had come back after a week away with such a change in his demeanor. He started talking about his mom more often, with a blinding smile too. It never sounded like the woman Vitus had met when Rhys joined the after school reading program he ran.

Vitus went off to grab a jacket. He only had one that had a pocket the small woman could hide in while the doctor checked over Rhys. He slipped it on, planning to walk back to the woman held tightly in Rhys’s hands. Suggesting the idea that she sit in a pocket wasn’t something he looked forward to.

“You can call me Dabria.” Vitus jumped when her voice sounded behind him. He turned to find her perched on a shelf above his head. “The doctor human is here. There were bangs on the door.”

“Thanks for coming to get me,” he said. He held a hand up to her. “I’d stepped away to get this jacket…”

“Hurry. I need my son to be safe.”

“I am, I just… I thought you’d want to be in the room. I have a chest pocket here, you can hear everything the doctor says that way.” 

Vitus waited, Dabria staring at him. He was waiting for some comment about being insulted, but she actually jumped on his hand. Carefully pulling her close he stopped in front of his pocket. Using his other hand he held it open. She stared into it for a few seconds.

“This human can help him?” she whispered. Vitus nodded. That was all it took for her to slide off his hand and into the pocket. He hoped this would be fast.

***

Dabria didn’t like the cloth confines around her, but she didn’t hate them either. They reminded her of when she met Rhys. A bad turn to get out of sight had her tumbling into a hanging cloth. She thought she’d be dead once she felt footsteps coming close, but instead it was just a dirty human child who set her free. His salmon hair had been a mess, spots of dirt left all over his skin. Even his clothes were a problem. She never thought about how similar her life was to a human’s until that day.

“Rhys, I hear you have a pretty bad fever?” the doctor human said. 

Vitus was a little hard to understand against his chest like this. It made her body vibrate. As much as she wanted to hate it, the vibration soothed the ache in her back from the flight she’d made that day. Rhys groaned, but other than that her son stayed quiet.

It was always hard to gauge time in the dark. She just had to wait, listening to hums from the other human now and then. He said things she didn’t understand. He just had a fever. It should clear in a few days. Just get the normal medicine. None of it made much sense. It did sound like the doctor human was saying he’d be alright. Vitus’s heart wasn’t racing either.

“You know I had seen him before, his parents had always claimed he was a picky eater,” the doctor’s voice was different. She didn’t like it. “I don’t know how long he’s been with you, but it seems you found a way around that. All the signs of malnutrition I’d been worried about are gone. He’ll be fine in a few days. Just pick up some children’s cold medicine to help with the fever. Give me a call if anything changes.”

Vitus spoke again, the words rumbled through her. His voice felt bright. The human doctor said Rhys would be fine. She went limp as the words sunk in. Her son was fine, healthy. She didn’t fail him. Now she just had to deal with Vitus. There’s no way a human would trust her to care for her son. She almost screamed when a hand slipped into the pocket.

It was a quick movement, enough that others might have felt sick. She was left next to Rhys while Vitus walked away. The white haired man had moved himself to hide her from the doctor human if they chose to turn around. As angry as she was at being grabbed, Rhys mattered more. She hopped down to stand in front of his face, gently petting his head like she always did.

This time he pulled away from her. Tears quickly poured from the slowly opening pink eyes. All the relief she’d felt disappeared as fear took over. He was upset, but she had no idea why. This was the first time he had ever pulled away from her.

“Mom,” he whispered. She stepped closer again. “I’m sorry mom. I’m so sorry I got sick. The adults at school had said kids get taken away from their parents if anyone thinks they don’t belong. I don’t wanna get taken from you. I’m so sorry I got sick. I wish I was like you. Then you would have your friends still and you wouldn’t have had to meet Mr. Vitus and- and- and-”

“Rhys, honey, I’m not going away. If any human decides you need to live with others I’ll be right there with you. I’ll still go get the foods you like and preen your hair. Besides, I’d let a whole unkindness of humans see me if it meant I could keep you safe,” she reached out to him again. This time he met her hand, his skin still burned. His hands, hands that would one day grow enough to hide her entirely, wrapped around her. He pulled her to his chest, all of this so normal now. A year after she’d met this human chick all alone.

“I wish I was like you. It would all be better then. I wouldn’t even be sick and no one would wanna take me away. I wouldn’t be scary.” She made the most bird-like sound she had in years. Her son wasn’t scary.

“Who called you scary!?” Her feathers fluffed up at the notion. Her son was kind.

“Aren’t I? You… that’s why you left to get Mr. Vitus right? Because I’m scary? You looked scared when you left…” Dabria wrapped her arms around the fingers near her. The best hug she could give him.

“Rhys, I was scared I couldn’t help you. The only scary human that was in that house was Vitus. You aren’t scary. I would never be scared of my own son, my chick.”

Rhys cried for a long time after that. She hadn’t realized just how much this all weighed on him. She knew sometimes human chicks lived with others, she never knew it wasn’t something they wanted. Of course she worried they’d try to take him from her, but it was because she was so small. How could she save him when he was in danger? She always planned to follow after him. She wouldn’t just disappear from his life, but… but it did seem like others had.

By the time Rhys fell asleep he’d let her go. She had moved to preen his hair, something that always calmed him. At some point she fell asleep too, curled up in her son’s locks. The next thing she knew a finger was rubbing her back. It felt nice, but wrong too. The finger was too big for Rhys. She shot up in fear. Terrified to see the massive hand of the other human. Of Vitus.

“Hey,” he whispered. Dabria flew up to face him. She didn’t want this human looking down on her at any time. “Could we talk for a minute?” She looked down at Rhys, she didn’t want to leave him. “It won’t be long, I promise.”

“Fine…” she said.

Dabria watched the human start to walk away. She honestly expected to be grabbed. She flew after him. He stopped at the entrance to a room so she flew ahead. She fell a few inches when the door they entered through closed. Facing Vitus he stood there staring at her. She was trapped, now she could see if this really was a bad human… If she lied to Rhys.

“I woke him up a few times to give him medicine. You slept through it, I guess you were worn out after last night,” he started. She looked around, landing on a table that had papers all over it. She should learn to read if she was going to stay with Rhys. “I also… I got in touch with the people who had been raising him before you.”

Dabria’s blood turned to ice. They were going to take her son from her. He’d been so scared and lonely when they met. She couldn’t imagine he’d be happy with them. Vitus wouldn’t let her follow, he was probably going to lock her away. She would need some kind of escape route. One where she could reach her son. Vitus walked closer, towering over her.

As much as she hated it, she stumbled back. The only human she’d ever purposely been close to was her son. Now she had this one who was tall even by human standards. Another step with his full weight had her shaking. Then, he crouched. He stopped towering and faced her, eye to eye. At least as best he could manage.

“I made sure they wouldn’t just come back, disrupt the family you two have,” he said. She was still shaking, but the words… The words meant something good. “I have an offer for you.”

“A-An offer?” she asked. He nodded, the stern look almost softened. It was the first time she really looked at his eyes. A piercing shade of green filled with a kind warmth. It made her heart race.  

“The two of you can stay here, that house won’t be empty forever. Someone else will move in there. Here you’ll have everything you need to take care of him.”

“Why do that? What would your role be in this?”

“Helping. Rhys used to spend a lot of time with me, afternoons his parents wouldn’t pick him up and he’d wind up here. You’re the one in charge, what you say goes for him. I’ll just make it easier. Be the face to others in his life.”

“I don’t understand. Aren’t… don’t you think I’m wrong? That he’s not-”

“You're his mother, I won’t interfere with that. I just want to help make sure it stays that way.”

“If he agrees then we’ll stay…” The smile on the massive face ahead of her was small, but it reached his eyes. She could see the creases at the corners crunching together. It was kind of handsome. He groaned as he stood, but there wasn’t ice in her veins this time. He put a hand down next to her.

“Should we go ask him, or wait until he’s recovered?”

“We should go now.”

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Rhys opened one eye just a bit. No one was in his room, now was the best time to head out. He slid out of bed, careful not to make much noise. His mom would wake up to the smallest sound and know what he was up to. His dad would at least sleep through everything he did.

Every movement had to be careful and quiet. A creak from his closet made him freeze. A few seconds passed, she’d wake his dad up if she’d heard him. He pulled his leather jacket out, slipped it on and moved to the window. Slowly he opened it and slid outside.

A grin worked its way onto his face. Just a few steps and he’d be out. This party wasn’t going on without him. The first step left him in silence. The next step was almost a leap. Once he hopped the fence of the neighbors he could run. He lifted his leg and stretched forward only to stop when a small weight landed on his head.

“And where do you think you’re going?” the voice of the woman who’d raised him the last ten years echoed in the silence. 

“...a party?” he tried. She let him go sometimes. The weight on his head disappeared only for his mother to hover in front of his eyes.

“Don’t you have a biology test tomorrow?” The tone in her words told him he wasn’t getting to go. It was the same one she used when he tried to sneak into his dad’s office as a kid. The same old don’t you know this is wrong idea.

“I’ll be back by one?” The folded arms told him that wouldn’t get him the permission he now needed. “Midnight?”

“Last time you slept through the test when you went out the night before. Not this time.”

Rhys groaned and made an attempt to walk around her. His mom was a fast flier, she would stay in his face. One of the others who had seen her told him to grab her if she stopped him. The idea was in his head, but he could never do that to her, to anyone really. His mother had taught him better than that.

“Please?” he tried. She sighed and actually moved out of his way. The hope barely had time to blossom before she was on his head again.

“Not this time. If you do well on the test I won’t tell your dad next time though,” she said.

Rhys groaned one more time, but walked back to the house. He climbed in the same window, slid off his jacket only to have his mom tug his hair before he dropped it on the floor. Knowing what she meant he put it back in the closet before sitting on his bed. His mom stayed sitting on his head the entire time. She’d gotten good at this.

Rhys slowly moved to curl up on his side. The weight on his head left only for him to watch his mom land in front of him. She was a hero to him, he could never do anything that would make her disappointed. She walked around his head and started to play with his hair. Picking at it the same way she always did her wings. Even now it made him tired.

“Sleep well Rhys, don’t worry your dad doesn’t know a thing. I’m sure there’s another party soon you can go to,” she whispered. Rhys sighed, sneaking out was never going to work when his mom was this small. She heard too much, but when it ended where he got to feel like a little kid again he didn’t mind.

“Love you mom,” he whispered. The tugging at his hair was replaced with the best hug she could give him.

“Love you too.”