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trashytoastboi · 2 days

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Day of Gluttony - Beelzebub

~Spicy Sin-ario F! Version~

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> Female version

> Word count: 601 words

Warning: NSFW {Oral, Overstimulation, Crying, Belphie is there too}

His fingers dug further into her thighs as he kept her spread and in place, his tongue dragged in long languid strokes as she cried out again. Ever since Beel discovered the joy of being between her thighs it’s been his favourite thing to do much to her dismay and pleasure. Even when {Name} was already sobbing from the overstimulation and driven to the brink of painful sensitivity and insanity. “Just a little more {Name}...” Beel would sloppily mutter as he kissed her thighs, only giving a brief moment of respite before diving back in. Beel didn’t want to give up on his meal, even one that sated a different kind of appetite. {Name} panted, her arm covered her eyes, losing track of just how many times she’d already cum. Her blurred vision looked down to see the orange head of hair still between her thighs, fixed and showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. {Name} attempted to push him away, needing a moment to rest to stop feeling the way his tongue sought every spot that made her tremble. “Beel- s-stop..can’t handle…m-more..” {Name} tried to steady herself, having more than a few close calls with just fainting every time the pleasure would shake and rattle her head. “Ju…Just a moment Beel please”; Beel whines and looks up at her, obviously discontent whenever she tries to wiggle away but it’s obvious the moment she looks at him. She isn’t the only one whose mind is on cloud 9 right now. Beel was so painfully hard, rutting into the sheets below without a care and having made himself cum multiple times he was so dazed and overstimulated he could only operate on pure instinct and keep moving his mouth. Neither of them were in their right minds. Not enough to notice when the bedroom door creaked open and Belphie stepped into the very interesting scene before him. {Name} finally noticed Belphie smiling down at them. “Belphie..stop Beel” she sniffled and held onto Belphie’s hand while she pleaded, Belphie looked at his twin and saw the hearts in his eyes. He overstimulated himself into a trance and Belphie found it so adorable how Beel just went into the deep end, Belphie's voice seems to bring him back to the present and {Name} whimpers, resting for a moment as Beel is distracted by Belphie. A wicked smirk settles on Belphie's lips, he takes a seat behind {Name}, she shuffles to rest her head on his lap while his fingers brush against her forehead and pet her head in a comforting manner. “You’re both too cute” Belphie comments, “But Beel…you know the best taste you’ll get is when you put it in here.” Belphie rubs {Name’s} clit as he speaks and she tries to shoo his hand away, “Belphie no…too sensitive” she whines, tears starting to fall again. “Should I stop?” Belphie inquires, and she shakes her head, contradicting between wanting to rest or stopping altogether. Beel shuffles between her thighs, his cock already hard, covered in cum and already wanting more. Belphie whispers soft words and keeps stroking her hair as Beel pushes inside without any resistance, the sheer wetness and warmth sends him overboard as he cums in {Name}. With her sensitivity it was all it took to push {Name} over the edge again as the two of them shared in orgasmic bliss, finally feeling things calm down and the exhaustion setting in.. Beel lazily kept thrusting, nuzzling into her neck with soft groans as he kept rutting into her, he couldn’t get enough. Beel was truly insatiable and needed more.

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moondirti · 1 year

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animalic (2)

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pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader rating: mature word count: 2.2k summary: a game of cat and mouse warnings: enemies to lovers, canon typical violence, guns, death, blood, angst, no use of y/n (reader is referred to as ‘wraith’) notes: remember when i said part 2 would take a while? i lied. the next chapter is fun as all hell so i wanted to churn this one out as build up. teehee i hope yall like it regardless

He let you go.

No matter how Miguel tries to vindicate it, he rounds back to the same conclusion. You weren’t subtle, regardless of what you’d have yourself believe; he’d seen the calculations glaze over your eyes the instant he pinned you to the wall. He knew what was coming, how your heavy breathing was a cover for the clicks of his watch – of which he heard regardless – and your squirming a diversion from the movement of your busy fingers. He had a goddamn plan too, a fail safe in case you decided to attack instead of listening to reason.

(One he’d settled on for the duration of your lost consciousness, for knowledge that you would.)

So, there is no dismissing it. You’re obnoxious and lack precision, and he could have had you halfway back home by now, which isn’t the case – because he let you go.

The frigid air of his office thrums with irritation, weighing down on his shoulders until they collapse inwards, his hands coming up to rub the weariness off his expression. HQ has been unsettlingly quiet as of late – occupied by only a fraction of its regular population – and the peace worries him. History betrays its status as the precursor to havoc; lulls in the past have fooled him into believing his mission was drawing to a close, only for another anomaly, another mess, to spin that naivety on its head.

You were one such instance. A year ago, you’d popped up on an Earth that wasn’t your own, and didn’t leave until you’d drawn all that you could from it. It’s an empty husk now, lacking land to propagate its agriculture. Thousands – millions – dead, from the flap of a butterfly’s wings.

Parasite. A fucking parasite who just won’t quit.

The mantra surges through him, festering from the base of his gut to the cap of his tongue. It bursts out with a roar right then, the sudden violence finding monitors thrown across the room, smashed to bits of orange light and static. It does nothing to sate him, though, the heady anger filtering out like molasses. His back hunches as he draws in thin breaths. He doesn’t count, nor does he attempt to. Instead, he looks for his only real decompressor.

The video of Gabriella flickers at him from a distant floor, the transparent tablet wrecked with four distinct claw marks. He exhales, pulling it back to the platform with an extended web.

“Boss,”

His mija smiles toothily down at his digital self, winding her small palms in his hair for balance as he carries her. He recalls helping with hers, tying it back into shabby ponytails the mornings before a big game. How she wouldn’t let anyone fix it afterwards, not until her elastic slipped off the ends and her bangs hindered her playing. And she’d run to him, whenever, to get it fixed again.

“Boss.”

Her jokes resonate still, echoing laughter from when she’d poke fun at how bad he’d gotten at it, amused by the sudden decline in ability. To Miguel, it was one more reminder that the life he led wasn’t his own.

“Oh Miguel!”

So much for calming down.

“Lyla.” He looks up at the virtual assistant, her corporeal character a little fuzzy around the edges. She chooses to ignore his dissociative episode, rather projecting a map of the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse, a point off centre highlighted in red. His heart skips. Placing the tablet down on his desk, he takes a step closer to survey the pin.

“Managed to track the Wraith down using the day pass you’d given her. Currently stationed on Earth-15, no signs of jumping anytime soon.”

Parasitic, and stupid enough to forgo destroying a potential tracking device.

Lyla snickers, seemingly able to read the sneer pulling at his cheeks.

“Seems like she’s afraid of glitching more so than she is you, Boss.”

His glare snaps to meet her heart shaped sunglasses.

“Funny.” His assistant shrugs at his admonishment. “Pull up the anomaly cam.”

A second later, your figure blinks into sight.

You’re crouched atop a tiled floor, the grout darkened to near-black with grime. In front of you lies a sparse spread of medical supplies; gauze, scissors, and miniature packets of disinfectant wipes. Miguel can’t help but wonder what you think you’re doing, treating your wounds in a bathroom as unsanitary as the one that cramps you. Graffiti littered walls, nests of used paper towels in every corner. You spring up to wash your hands after undoing the old bandages that hugged your forearm, but all that comes out is an inconsistent splutter of grey water.

His chest twinges, a tug of intrinsic sympathy playing against him. It worsens at the sight of your injury, the consequences of his talons’ assault on you, the puncture points brimming yellow and blackening closer to their middles. He can’t tell whether it’s gotten any better, whether you were good and had it treated by a professional, or made the common mistake of relying too much on your enhanced healing.

“Gave her a harsh gig there. You always that rough?”

“When I need to be.” Miguel murmurs, skimming over the conspicuous innuendo.

“Right. Until it comes to finishing the job, that is.” And, despite the offence taken to Lyla’s jest, he can hardly disagree. Newfound resolve hardens within him, sympathy fleeting at its failure to deter him.

“Set coordinates for Earth-15.” He rumbles, gesturing to his wrist as he walks away. The assistant does as she’s told, shrinking back to an icon on his watch. While waiting for the portal to configure, Miguel cocks his head, taking one last look at your oblivious form.

“I won't let her get away this time.”

“Put the money in the fucking bag or she gets it!”

Of all the spider-people you’ve met, you don’t believe any have been the hostage in an armed robbery situation. You imagine that they’d come in at the last minute, valiantly swinging through the window, accentuating their arrival in a shower of shattered glass. They’d demand the money be remitted, and all’s well that ends well. But – of course – there’s got to be a first for everything; your record just so happens to be the lamest of the bunch.

The masked man presses the gun further into your temple, bursting capillaries until the spot starts to ache with a raw tenderness. His body wraps around you, other arm waving wildly outwards, extending a plastic bag to the poor soul behind the register. You take a great gulp of air, staring at the buzzing fluorescents above, and pray.

Lord, now would be a really good time to phase out.

“P-Please, leave her be.” The owner throws a potful of crumpled fives into the bag, as if to punctuate her plea. The man is dismissive in face, urging her for more, shaking the receptacle with comedic insistence. You purse your lips, blinking up at the ceiling once more.

Or make this more exciting, at the very least.

“And you!” You’re jolted out of being a passive observer, rattled when the man diverts his attention to you. His gun thrusts harder against your forming bruise, adding to the list of damages sustained in the past week alone. You peer at him from the corner of your eye. His roll incredulously, pointing to the bill in your grip. “The twenty!”

“Is that a real gun?”

“Wha– Of course it’s a real fucking gun! Put the money–”

“In the bag. I know.”

His hold on you slackens, expectant. By contrast, you ball your fist and punch him square in the nose. The hit sends him reeling farther than it should for the amount of space you had in winding back, the feat prompting a deluge of pride to wash over you. It’s bolstered when he drops the spoils in the process, toppling into a rack of chips and cup noodles that consequently cushion his fall.

Your first save.

Filled with bravado, you snatch and pass over the bag to the cashier.

“Here you go, ma’am.”

But she doesn’t look at you. Rather, her stare remains trained on the man you’d just disabled. Nerves maturating, you join her line of vision, only to be met with the barrel end of his weapon. You catch the vicious conclusion in the way his hand trembles, veins protruding from the pale skin, supplying courage to the finger hovering right over the trigger. You process it all, aware of the ways it can end, at how fast it can sour.

Before you can so much as act on it, he shoots.

Your skin prickles.

You’ve heard stories of people who don’t realise when a bullet strikes them. Their bodies take time to catch up to the pain, cells stuck in paralytic shock, stimulus signals held somewhere between the existential and a will to delay the inevitable. You think you understand what they mean, your mind dragging in a rare bout of silence. Things slow, for a perennial moment, and you wonder how fast the blood loss will kill you.

You can do nothing but follow the man, who scrambles to a stand, letting him take the money – with whatever else – and watching as he runs out onto the street.

And even still, the pain hasn’t caught up to you.

Looking down, the case starts piecing itself together. No blood sticks to your shirt, the fabric still as pristine as it had been upon purchase. You check your arms, then your legs, then reach up to smooth over your head. Nothing. You’re okay.

The relief is short-lived when the morbid sound of gurgling meets your ears. Slowly, you turn, bracing for what you knew you’d find.

The scene unfolds with a distressing intensity as crimson liquid blooms from the cashier’s throat. The torrent is never-ending, every gush of ichor bringing forth a new momentum, splattering its macabre scene over the register. Her eyes gloss over with an unshed panel of tears, and she looks to you for help.

She looks to you.

(You don’t admit it to yourself, but it’s the novelty of that fact that pushes you into action.)

With a swift leap over the counter, you intercept her mid-fall, carefully cradling her weight as you guide her down to the ground. Scanning your surroundings, you search for a means to call for help. A rotary phone catches your recognition, situated a ways off by the back exit. Despite the inconvenient placement, it stands as your sole option at this stage.

In a split second decision, you sling your backpack off, hastily rummaging through its contents. You find solace in your hoodie, gathering its folds to tightly bunch it up, converting it into a makeshift compress. Knowing she lacks the strength to apply pressure to the wound, you move to wrap it around her neck, hopeful that it’s tight enough to stem the bleeding while leaving enough room for air.

Urgency fuelling your every step, you leave her side for a fleeting moment, dashing over to call an ambulance. Your medical knowledge only extends so far, and some selfish part of you itches to pass on the responsibility to someone more competent. It’s an impulse that derives from an innate acceptance, that resoundingly insightful voice in your head telling you it's too late. That she’s already dead, had been from the moment the bullet – that was meant for you – missed.

Perhaps your help isn’t really helpful at all, then. Perhaps it’s your attempt to wash your hands of the sin. You think back to the grey water in the bathroom, how exasperated you had been at your inability to stay clean.

(You don’t think you’ll ever rid yourself of this.)

“911, what’s your emergency?” The question crackles through the receiver.

The bell by the entrance jingles, the chime accompanied by heavy footsteps. You press yourself against the wall, the concept of the robber returning filling you with such dread that you feel your stomach tighten and congeal. It’s a heavy lump, icy cold and slippery, and it seems to weigh a hundred pounds.

“Hello?” The operator says.

But if it was the man, then he'd have to have changed into a navy and red suit. Somehow, your terror worsens.

“Hijo de la chingada…” The whisper is barely legible, but the deep baritone is discernible enough to validate the assumption pulled from your brief glimpse. You’d recognise him anywhere.

Shrinking in on yourself, you cup your palm over your mouth. “Hello,”

“Ma’am? Can you describe your emergency?”

“There was an armed robbery at the convenience off sixth and Third. Someone’s hurt.” You hardly register the words as they escape you, eyeing Miguel when he crouches over the lady. You’re propelled back to the conclusion of your last meeting; how his claws tore into you, how his persistence didn't falter until you pressed yourself onto him.

That kiss.

He runs a finger over your hoodie-turned-compress, wavering, like he can’t quite place where he’d seen it before.

Or, maybe he can, for he spins to meet your wide-eyed stare.

You drop the phone, bolting out the back door, charged on a paroxysm of adrenaline and pure, unadulterated panic.

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ravencincaide · 3 months

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Men like flowers too

Summary: When you get him flowers for valentines day, his reaction is far from what you expected OR sometimes taking a risk pays off.

Pairing: fem! reader x Chuuya

Requested by: @chuuyaswifeandhoe Thank you so much for your request, it was most certainly one of the more challenging ones for me. Still I hope this is at least a fraction of what you imagined 🩷

Warnings: cursing, reckless driving, very very light hint at possible sexual content

You did not know whether this was a good idea or if it would somehow make the already disappointing Valentine's turn a bitter-sour awkward experience as you missed the mark entirely. Twisted precious Japanese traditions into something western-influenced- but not really. All the while making a hot mess of yourself in the process.

But you were about to find out.

Without a second thought, you opened the passenger side of the bright red sports car and you flopped down into the leather seats quickly and in-elegantly. You made sure you were inside the vehicle and ready to go before your beloved valentine had a chance to finish his textmessage. The second a low tsk’ made it past his lips followed with a half-hearted curse as his thumb brushed over the turn-off button of the small device, you made your move.

“ Here you go” Your voice was a sing-song purr as you stretched more like dump in his lap a box of especially imported wine infused chocolates and the exceptionally large and ridiculous bouquet of red and orange flowers tied together with a matching obnoxious ribbon that ended in a rosette. You tried to sound casual- like this was the most natural thing in the world for you to do as you reached towards the seatbelt.

Still you watched Chuuya’s reaction closely.

First, the way his eyes widened, a mildly surprised expression clouded the otherwise focused and slightly work-annoyed look. Then his lips set into a straight line: a thin, displeased thing. As if you had just critiqued him to his face about something Chuuya had done but had not had the chance to show it off to you.Yet.

An unjustified disappointment.

“ Did you buy these for yourself, Sweetheart?” Before you could answer he leaned towards the passenger side, the flowers you got almost squashed between you two. His fingers grasped your chin and forced you to look him straight in the eyes. No escape from those piercing orbs.

“ Y/N what did we say? You never buy flowers for yourself, Baby-girl. Especially not on fucking Valentines of all days- that is my job” he kept his voice low and leveled, yet the red of his eyes gave you an indication of how annoyed he was. No how angry he got at the mere thought that you consider him so incompetent so as to not get you flowers on the one day a year dedicated to love in western traditions.

Japanese traditions could go screw themselves. He was not about to do nothing for you while you showered him in chocolates of all shapes, makes, qualities and sizes.

“ They’re for you, silly” you replied with a small nervous smile tugged on the corners of your lips. However your nervous smile was quickly replaced with an amused one as you watched his eyes widen, returning back to stunning blue as he shifted them away from you and down towards the flowers between you. They widened as they landed on the petals, getting bent in between your bodies. Quickly he moved back and placed the flowers down onto his lap while he cleared his throat in silent apology. His mind obviously searched for something to say that was not the typical flat ‘thank you’ yet it came up empty. Much to his own frustration and your satisfaction. And the pink tint on his cheeks served as the cherry on top.

This reaction was not one you would forget anytime soon.

“ Uh-huh thanks– ahh what the heck” Chuuya started the car without warning before he pulled out of the mall parking lot, his speed double the legal limit. You rushed to get your seatbelt on in the meantime.

The second you turned your eyes back to the road you realized something.

“ C-chuu this isn’t the way to the Head Quarters” you gasped as he pulled out into the highway. Had your orders changed while you were collecting his gift? No, they hadn’t, you realized in horror as his lips pulled up into a smirk, while one of his hands let go of the steering wheel and dropped into your lap, giving your thigh a loving squeeze. It was a hint as to what was to come once he finally got you home. Before you could reason with him, said hand started moving upwards,drawing a startled “ Chuuya!” from your lips.

Author note: Happy Valentines day! I hope this request fullfilled your expectations. I'm aware this is not as smooth as my usual ones but I still hope it drew a smile from your lips!

This was the last SFW fic for today. The remaining three will fall within the NSFW category. So for some of you, Raven's special is coming to an end with this fic. I hope you have enjoyed and thank you all who have participated and send requests 🩷

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bullet-prooflove · 23 days

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The Way All Cowboys Take Their Coffee: Travis Wheatley x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @pear-1206 @keyweegirlie @nu1freakshow @trublu2u

Companion piece to Bronco & The Closest Thing To I Love You

It’s late when Travis wakes up the next morning, late by cowboy standards at least. The sun is just starting to rise, the orange light filtering through the slats of the blinds as his hand smooths over the empty sheets beside him. They’re still warm, you haven’t been gone long. He half expected it. He knows he’s the first man you’ve slept with since your marriage ended and last night…

Last night was intense and that isn’t including the conversation the two of you had about him courting you.

It takes him a minute to locate his jeans when he slips out from underneath the sheets. He has no idea where his ‘Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy’ t-shirt disappeared to, he can’t remember if he was wearing it when you made it to the bedroom or not.

He surprised to see you standing in the kitchen of the ranch he always rents when he’s in town. You’re wearing nothing but his missing t-shirt. He watches you for a moment, standing in front of French press, pouring java into two mugs. Your unruly hair falls across your features as you add two sugars and then the creamer to your own, leaving his black.

It’s the way all cowboys take their coffee.

He wants this. Mornings with you, nights with you, a life with you, whatever that may look like. He steps into the room, picking up his hat from the dining table where he left it before he places on top of your head.

“Now my mornings perfect.” He tells you, tipping your chin up so he can look into your eyes. “Any regrets?”

“Only that we have to get up so early.” You tell him, your fingertips tracing over the stubble on his cheek. “Otherwise I would have liked to have spend the whole morning in bed with you.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” He tells you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he backs you up against the counter. “Because I meant what I said last night, about coming back here every season, about being with you.”

“Travis.” You say quietly, your palms coming to rest upon his bare chest and he loves the way you say his name. “I’m not sure how much I can give you…”

“It doesn’t have to be anymore than this.” He tells you, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek. “You have your life, I have mine, sometimes we meet in the middle.”

You understand what he’s offering you, the chance to be with someone who cares about you, the space to work through your shit, to rebuilt your life the way you want it.

“You’re sure this is what you want?” You ask him as you look into his eyes. “That I’m what you want?”

He sees that doubt in you, that uncertainty and it breaks his fucking heart because you don’t know what it’s like to be loved, not really. You don’t understand that it doesn’t come with conditions, not if it’s true.

“Oh honey.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours as he kisses you for the first time that morning. “You are everything I could ever want and that ain’t gonna change anytime soon.”

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latherinhoney · 4 months

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one flight away

(heeseung - enhypen)

genre: fluff

description: after not being able to see each other for so long things are finally aligning. though after being told certain news you start to doubt if you guys will ever really get to see each other?

1.3k words

warnings: teeny amount of angst, mainly just fluff, y'all love each other so bad

a/n: hellooo it's been a while, usually I don't write fluff like at all but i got inspired by orange flower to write this LOL but I will be back to my regularly scheduled smut writing as I am going through requests but as always i'm hoping you guys enjoy this and feel free to send any requests!

songs that helped inspire this:

woodz - hope to be like you

enhypen - orange flower (you complete me)

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“Hee?”

you speak into the phone as you anxiously bite on your nails waiting for his response. It’d been a little over a year since you guys had last seen each other in person. With him having a crazy schedule overseas and being a college student yourself, you both essentially had no to time to go see one another.

You guys made sure to text and call one another everyday, being able to hear each other’s voice and see each’s other face but it still wasn’t enough. Not like when he was here in person with you. How you would go on cafe dates and would always share a slice of strawberry cake both your favorite and no matter the amount left he would always make sure to split the last strawberry with you. Seeing the look on your face when you bit into it always made his heart swell.

How you would hold hands walking down the street, fingers interlocking with one another. Making sure he brushes his thumb against your knuckles. Watching as you point out any little thing that catches your attention and feeling embarrassed when you catch him staring at you. Immediately covering your face with your hands when he starts laughing at how red you start getting.

It’d been so long without him, you were basically itching for his return when he told you that he’d finally be returning home in the next few days. You’d been counting down the days trying to distract yourself with school and work so it wouldn’t feel as long and you would come home texting about how excited you we’re to see one another

I miss you so much, I can’t wait to see you - H

Counting down the days until you come home!

Almost there! Just hold on one more day - H

You could almost pass out at the fact that he was almost home. Just one more day and he’d finally be your’s again. You couldn’t fall asleep thinking of how he’d finally be laying down next to you again. Hearing his soft breathing again as he falls into deep sleep making sure to cling onto you anyway he can. Waking up and getting ready for the day all you could think of was one thing, tomorrow is Heeseung Day.

The day couldn’t have passed more unbelievably slower then it did today. From getting scolded at work for not paying attention to completely tuning out your professor during class only one thing was on your mind and that was Heeseung. Today was finally the day, Heeseung had texted you all the details about his flight beforehand and how he’ll be meeting you soon.

Here’s my flight info, soon we’ll finally be together again! <3 - H

Smiling from ear to ear you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the fact that this was actually happening and that he’d finally be here in person and not just through a phone screen. You we’re anxiously sitting on the seat of the airport looking at your phone every few minutes checking his flight's status.

“It should be landing any minute now” you thought to yourself. Anxiously biting at your nails waiting for it say arrived anytime now. Yet you wait another 10 mins, 20 mins, 30 mins before finally you receive a phone call that startles you. You scramble to grab your phone and read the caller ID, Hee <3

Immediately you pick up the phone,

“Hee?” you say anxiously

“It feels like so long since I’ve heard your voice” He laughs into the phone “Oh? What’s wrong your voice sounds off” sounding concerned

“Oh it’s nothing really” as you clear your throat “I’d just been waiting for your flight info to update it caught me off guard to see your name on the caller ID” you rambled into the phone.

“You see that’s what I’m actually calling you about” As Heeseung sighs into the phone

Your breath hitches.

“What are you saying?”

“My flight as actually been delayed and I won’t be home until tomorrow”

Immediately can feel tears start to prickle at your eyes. Why does it seem like no matter how hard both of you want to see each other, you just can’t? All the anticipation building up until this moment just for him to tell you this feels like wound to the heart.

“I see” As you attempt to hold back tears, which was failing.

“Don’t cry baby, we’ll see each first thing tomorrow I promise” Heeseung says trying to soothe you through the phone

“I know, I just can’t help being sad about this situation” you sniffle into the phone “I’d been waiting for you for so long”

“I know baby, but I promise we’ll be together so no more crying okay?” “I’ll call you with any updates, so go home safe now I love you” He says blowing a kiss through the phone

Ending the call, you turn your phone camera on to make sure that you don’t look completely wrecked. Feeling your heart weigh heavy, you take a deep breath in and collect yourself before heading out to the exit. After hearing that his flight got delayed you couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that you thought you’d finally be together again.

As you start nearing the exit you feel a buzzing in your pocket. Immediately reaching into your pocket you look to see who the caller ID is and your phone lights up the word, Hee <3. Picking up the phone you wait for him to start speaking.

“Hello? Baby are you there?” He asks into the phone

“Yes I’m here what happened? What’s the update?” You ask puzzled. You didn’t think you’d be getting an update about his situation this quick. You continued walking to the exit waiting for the sliding doors to open and that’s when you saw him.

“The update is that I’m actually here, waiting for you” he chuckles into the phone.

You couldn’t believe it, he was actually here waiting for you. Hanging up the phone, you start running towards him. Adrenaline filling your body, nothing else mattered in this moment except the fact that he was here standing in front of you only a few feet away. You could see the smile growing on his face as you started approaching closer and closer. Sticking his arms out you immeditaely jump into his arms. Closing his arms tight behind you, you could feel his hug turn into a death grip.

Feearing that if he let go you wouldn’t be in his arms anymore. Tears start running down your cheeks as you couldn’t believe that you we’re in his arms after so much time spent apart.

“I’m home” Heeseung laughs tucking hair behind your ear and pulling you in for a kiss. Something you had been yearning for, for so long finally being presented to you in this moment.

Pulling away his smile only grows wider staring at you, taking all of you in as he hadn’t been able to hold you in his arms for so long.

“Mhm sorry I lied to you” Heeseung says sheepishly “But I had the idea of surprising you and I really wanted to see your reaction and how cute you’d look running into my arms….” he mumbles looking to the side avoiding your gaze.

You just grab him by the chin and pull him in for another kiss, both of you smiling into it.

“I’m just glad your finally here” you grin sniffling your tears away. Heeseung coudln’t help but find you so endearing in this moment that he started to pepper kisses around your face. Finally setting you down, he grabs some tissues from his pocket and starts helping you wipe your tears away.

“Cmon, dry those tears” Heeseung hums has he finishes wiping your tears away.

“Gimme your hand” Heeseung says reaching his hand out to meet yours. You grab it immediately interlocking fingers just like before as he reassuringly starts rubbing your knuckles. He couldn’t help but smile knowing he’s finally home with you by his side.

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calummss · 2 years

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Love Resembles Misty Dream | Aemond Targaryen

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summary: as daughter of the hand of the king, not everything comes to you. aemond and you are madly in love, the only problem? there is a slim chance of getting married. it seems the old and new gods have not decided your fate just yet

pairing: fem! reader x aemond targaryen

words: 2.3k

a/n: wrote this bc i only found smut and we need fluffy aemond fics. this aemond is written canonically, but he would only act like this for that one specific person, no one else. i also changed the timeline slightly so that otto was disposed of after alicent gave birth to aemond. okay enjoy

‘Dragonpit after sunrise. I’ll see you then my love.’

Your heart fluttered in excitement as you read the letter, written with the black ink you came to know so well. You have received similar scrolls over the years, yet every time the words swirled around your mind, you could feel your heart beating faster. It was a reminder that even after all these years he still made you nervous; excited; over the moon. You knew it was love by the way you felt, and knowing him, he loved you so much he would start a war over you.

The light of the moon did not seem to want to leave the dark sky anytime soon. Only the flicker of a candle lit up your chamber, illuminating orange between the misty air.

You stroked the parchment with your thumb, the other hand hidden under your head as you waited for the sun to rise.

Your father was a guest at the court, turned Hand of the King when Otto Hightower had his position taken from him. Days at court were boring, considering that there were barely any girls at court your age with the exception of Princess Helaena Targaryen. But her brother Aemond was who took your interest. You had observed him the first few weeks and noticed he was bold, wild, willful, hot-tempered and unforgiving. He grew up to be a proficient and dangerous swordsman. He had a weird calmness to him which made him scary to most, but somehow you had befriended him. You knew how odd that was when people started to stare at you, following the news of the “Prince’s First Friend”. Ridiculous title if you were asked. One particular night he had accompanied you through the gardens and when no one was looking caught you by surprise, sneaking a kiss on your lips as you had stared at the ground seconds before. Aemond loved the risk of being with you, but also grew tired of it at the same time.

When the moon did decide to disappear you wasted no time. Your handmaiden helped you braid and tie your long silky hair, helping you into your pink dress that was your favourite. You were grateful that the castle was not yet awake with the exception being the household personnel tending to breakfast, cleaning and whatever else had to be done by the time the King would awake.

The halls were empty, your shoes gently echoing against the harsh stonewalls trying not to cause a racket that would lead its way back to you. Finding your way out of the Keep and covering yourself with a cape, you started heading towards the Dragonpit. Walking past the drunks and unconscious men that belonged to the smallfolk, made the sweat in your nape roll faster. The winds felt exceptionally cold that morning, as did the narrow streets seem to have shrunken the last time you traveled the way. Small but fast paced steps had you standing in front of the Dragonpit quicker than last time.

The Dragonkeepers were the one thing you hated amongst the sneaking around. Any sound, any movement, any sense to be alarmed, and they would swing their swords, find you and send you back to the Red Keep, telling your father of your shortcut adventure of the early morning hour. Luckily they had never been aware of you until now.

Flattening yourself against the rough stones of the building, you slid against the wall, carefully getting past the four guards that were deep in conversation. Clenching your teeth, you detached yourself from the wall and headed towards the basement that led you to the individual caves the dragons were held in. Small torches lit the wet structure, shining in the light. The wind breeze blew your face softly, your hair moving away from your face as you got closer to the entrance.

‘Aemond.’ You whispered as quiet as you could, not to wake the dragons or to alert the Dragonkeepers of a break-in.

The heels of your shoes left an echoing click in the air, but Aemond was nowhere to be seen.

‘Aemond.’

Suddenly someone grabbed you by your side and pulled you in against one of the cave walls.

‘Aemond.’ You smiled, greeted by blond hair and a blue eye, one hidden behind the black eyepatch.

Aemond pulled you into his embrace, so tightly it felt like he was craving your touch more than was humanly possible. He rested his forehead against yours, smiling ear to ear before lowering his head. Your heart pounded in your chest as your knees got weaker. It wasn’t the first kiss but Aemond’s presence made you nervous like a little girl. Your whole body tingled, the movement of his chest coming closer, as his arms wrapping even tighter around you felt forbidden. Your chest filled with air as his lips brushed against yours; softly, delicately, like you were a porcelain figure, a crack away from falling to pieces and being broken forever. You could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all your senses. He kissed you long enough that he could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin, and the smell of your perfume that would linger far after you had gone. His lips were soft and his tongue as wet as water. Aemond gently grabbed your chin, slowly pulling back from the kiss, deep down not wanting to break apart from you.

‘I missed you hm,’ His deep voice mumbled against your lips, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheek, holding your face close to his. ‘So much.’

You placed your hand over his, also rubbing against his skin. ‘I missed you too.’ You kissed him one more time. ’But we can’t stay here.’

‘Hm.’ Aemond slightly smirked before grabbing your hand and pulling you further down the caves.

‘Where are we going?’

‘Going to take Vhagar for a ride.’

‘Really?’ Sound of surprise coated your question.

‘I was reluctant to let you ride on her, my love,’ Aemond’s arm pulled your shoulder closer to his side. ‘But I know you love dragons and desperately want to ride one so why not be the best-only-boyfriend you have and let you ride with me.’

Your stomach churned in excitement and nervousness as you were finally confronted with one of the biggest dreams you had ever had. Vhagar was the biggest dragon amongst all living and a giant compared to you. Aemond made the mounting of the animal look so easy and graceful so that when it came to your turn to climb onto her back you lost your balance a few times before taking Aemond’s hand which pulled you up and swung you onto the seat in front of him so that he could ensure your safety at all cost.

‘Hold on tight.’

‘Where are we going?’ You turned your head back but Aemond already uttered the words ‘Sōvēs’, and Vhagar started to move, making loads of noise. Her walk was like an earthquake, the flapping of her wings like thunder.

You held on tightly, your hands hurting from the amount of pressure. Aemond’s front was pressed to your back, his hands holding on to the rope in front of your stomach making you feel a little less anxious, yet it was still your first time on a dragon and you could swear you could feel your heartbeat outside of your chest.

There was a remote island just off the coast off Dragonstone. No one ever went there so it had become a sacred hideout. The island was big in size; sand, mountains, stones, all making up the solid ground.

You were laying in the sun, the warmth of the rays making you take off the cape. At the same time you felt a different warmth against the skin on your neck, slow wet kisses going down to your collarbones where his fingers played with the hem of your dress. Using your index finger, you pushed his chin up so he was looking at you and locked your lips with his. Again and again he invaded every corner of your mind and all your senses, his slow passionate kisses turning hungrier.

‘We can’t,’ you pushed Aemond’s hand from your chest, disappointment coating your words. ‘It is too big of a risk to take. I would rather just stay here and be able to kiss you as much as I want to then to be banned from court and seeing you with someone else.’

‘I do love you, Y/n.’ Aemod said, his fingers tangled in your hair as you rested your head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as you enjoyed each other’s company under the old blooming tree.

‘I know that Aemond.’ You absentmindedly traced circles on his abdomen.

‘I will make sure that I am to be your husband. And if you are to be with child, I will make sure that that child is from my seed and my seed only.’

‘Aemond—‘

‘I know you don’t wish to have a lot of kids,’ he repositioned his head so that he could stare at your face, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, ‘however if you are to be my wife we will have to have one child to make sure our succession is secured.’ Aemond smiled genuinely. ‘I do not ask for more than just one. That is all you have to do, my love. After that, all my love and devotion will be to my wife,’ He inched closer. ‘Our child and our marriage.’ He locked his lips with yours as he mumbled the last words.

‘One might think this is a prayer.’ You grinned up at him, your heart full of warmth.

‘Hm, maybe it is.’

‘You are aware that there is a slim chance we are to be wed, Aemond, right?’ You shifted uncomfortably, pushing yourself up against the tree.

‘Yet my father is a king and you can find me to be very persuasive.’ He smirked.

‘I know.’

‘Now,’ Aemond adjusted himself to lie down comfortably, closing his eyes as he relaxed beneath the sun. ‘Let us just rest here. We can’t be gone for too long.’

When you returned from your morning trip, you saw that Aemond was immediately approached by one of the King’s Guard to whom he followed inside.

Must be important.

You ignored the scene you had witnessed and headed towards your quarters, having no further duties for the day.

‘M’lady’, a guard strutted towards you as soon as you walked through the hallway that led to your quarters at the end of the hall.

‘Ser Criston Cole, what a surprise to see you here, tucked away from kingly duties? What is it you need from me?’

He returned a blank stare. ‘Your father the Hand awaits you in his study about an urgent matter that requires you to be present right this second.’

‘In the name of the Old and New Gods why the fuck would you wait for me to climb up all these stairs to send me back down again, Cole.’ Your voice echoed through the halls, your feet already picking up pace to run down the very steps you had just ascended.

The stairs felt like they never ended. Every time you were done with a staircase a new one appeared in front of your eyes, slowly making you run out of breath as you raced towards your father’s study.

‘My darling daughter,’ your father greeted you as soon and you entered the room, huffing desperately for air.

‘Ser Criston just told me you needed to see me.’ You coughed mid-sentence. ‘Urgently.’

‘Well, yes. You see the news came…rather unexpected without being able to have some sort of say in it. However I do not feel to cause a scene since the recent agreement made is nothing but a good arrangement.’

‘You lost me.’

‘You are to marry the Prince Aemond this summer.’

You stayed completely silent.

You pinched yourself good to make sure that if this was a dream you would wake up, but everything stayed the same. You were still in that room with your father, him now growing more concerned about your quiet state.

Without thinking further you rushed out of the room, hearing your name being called after but you only had one thing on your mind; find Aemond.

Back on your feet you started picking up speed again. This time there was joy in the run. You had to find him. Every second felt like your heart was about to explode. When you rounded the corner in front of the throne room you could see Aemond stopping in his tracks as soon as he saw you. He had also run.

His small smile from across the room shined brighter than any light that had casted above the halls. You crashed into him, arms flung around his neck as his arms snuck around your waist and pulled you into his embrace, his face hidden in your neck as he spun you around in circles.

‘So I can finally call you ‘my love’ out loud hm?’

‘Please,’ you whispered, closing the gap between you once more, no longer having to hide from everyone.

‘Kiss me.’

‘I could never deny that order, my love.’

Your bodies pressed together against each other heatedly, tighter than ever before, breathing heavily as your lips pressed together. You could taste your shared breath, feel the thud of your combined heartbeat as you breathed him in like he was your air.

‘It seems as though we are getting that child of ours afterall, hm?’

‘Only one.’ You giggled against his lips.

‘One is all we need.’

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secretdiaryofcrowley · 2 months

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Things To Do Today

Drive.

Just drive

Nothing else.

Waking up this morning, I knew instantly that today is a driving day. I've sobered up to get rid of the hangover, but my headache's still there and it's persistent. Should've sobered up yesterday night, but I kinda like the fuzzy head. Keeps me from thinking.

If there's enough pain in my head, I suppose, I won't worry too much about the pain in my heart.

I don't want to go anywhere near the bookshop. I don't, but I need to return the CD to Muriel before it looses its song. Still, I drive around all day to work up the courage.

The song starts five or six times while I'm driving back to Soho. I try to listen, but in the end I always turn it off. My car turns it back on. I turn it back off.

At the horizon, far beyond the end of the road, the sun's going down in a blaze of red and orange. Like the whole world was about to end in fire.

The street lanterns at Whickber Street flicker on as I pass through. The stores are closed at this hour, but there's still light in most of the restaurants and, of course, the pub.

I could go there, have a whiskey. Or I could have a bottle of wine at Marguerite's or a bottle of Tsingtao at Mr & Mrs Chen's place.

No, I can't. It would never be just one glass or one bottle. Wasting yourself on your own is fine, but not in front of people you used know. Not front of people he used to know.

If I was human, I'd probably be dead in a ditch somewhere three times over. Being who I am, I know how far I can take this. This may be the worst time, but it is certainly not the first.

It's not even the first time I got my heart ripped out, but last time happened to be a bit more literal.

Do mine eyes deceive me? There's light in the bookshop. No, not in the shop itself, but up in the flat, in the very guest room that Gabriel used to live in when he was Jim.

For a brief moment I allow myself to imagine what it would be like if Aziraphale was still in there. He'd notice I was on my way and open the door for me. And then we'd sit inside and talk about something or other, have a drink or two, and maybe talk some more. He would have a snack and I would watch him eat. He would get excited about something and bounce around and I would listen to the ridiclous sounds coming out of his mouth.

And watch his smile. That beautiful beautiful smile. And everything would just be fine for a few hours.

A familiar silhouette at the window. Muriel is sitting there, probably on the inside sill, their head bent over a book they're holding. They're a fast reader, turning the pages at a quick and steady pace.

I wonder why Muriel didn't take Aziraphale's room. It's bigger than the guest room and it's not like he'll be back anytime soon.

Angels and their faith...

I drop the CD in the letterbox inside the door, trying to avoid any noises. Back on the road, I look up to the window again.

Muriel still seems busy with their book. I hope, they read all the brilliant ones first, then the good ones before moving on to the trash that they inevitably will find.

But then, these humans never can tell the difference. Goethe's Faust was a good book. Marie Corelli's Sorrows of Satan was a brilliant one.

I cross the road and signal for my car to come pick me up. Nina is still inside her closed-for-the-night-coffee shop sitting at a table across Maggie. They're talking to each other and they both look worried.

Time to get out of here. Just as the Bentley speeds around the corner, Maggie spots me and starts waving frantically. Nina looks up, too, her expression a mix and match between a sigh of relief and a death glare.

No. No talk. I don't want to talk to any of you. I did what I came for and now I'm leaving.

Just leave me alone, all of you!

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spacecowboyhotch · 1 year

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Sweet Nothing: The Morning

summary: life with joel (and sarah) before the end comes is sweet nothing.

pairing: gn!reader x preoutbreak!joel miller, sarah miller

contents: song based fic, tooth rotting fluff, food mention, kisses

word count: 688

gif credits: @avasillva

an: because if there’s anybody who needs nothing to be expected of them, it’s joel miller. be nice to me please, this is my first time writing for him. thank you to both @honeybrowne and @inklore for encouragement to dip my toe into the joel pool! <3

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There’s a stillness about morning that Joel covets— more particularly the mornings he gets to spend with you. They are made of a bunch of nothing, a conglomerate of moments that someone could brush away as routine or mundane. But, that’s the beauty of you. Every moment he spends with you feels noteworthy, like something he should write down in a book to memorialize forever.

He can smell that you’re awake before his eyes even open. The telltale smell of espresso wafts through the entire house and he smiles, rubbing the sleep out of his blinking eyes. The sun is just rising, orange and red just peaking over the horizon and spilling through the thick curtains of your shared bedroom.

He can picture you, hair messy and wild from sleep in the shirt he bought a few sizes too big just so it’ll really swallow you up. The ghost of your hum, soft and sweet, some pop song he doesn’t know the words to but soon will because you and Sarah will play it into the ground.

You putter around the kitchen with stealth, doing your best to stay quiet even as the smell spreads. Your routine is simple, grinding your beans, smoothing and leveling and pressing. Steaming and frothing milk. Two shots for you, two shots for him, an adjustment from the four he’d be used to before you. You find just as much joy in the process as you do in the product and the moments there after.

Just as he gathers the strength to push himself up to meet you downstairs the door opens and you slink inside. The smell of espresso is stronger now, rich and smoky and you hold up both of your steaming mugs with a grin that makes his heart stutter.

“Oh, sleeping beauty’s awake, hmm?” You tease, softly shutting the door behind you with your foot. The last thing you want to do is wake the true sleeping beauty too early.

“You didn’t wake up this early til’ you met me,” He quips, stretching as he sits up.

“Yeah, whatever makes you feel better baby,” You carefully climb into bed next to him.

As always, his voice rough and low with sleep, Joel murmurs a genuine, “Thank you.”

You shake your head, knocking it against his shoulder, “Anytime.”

Comfortable silence. It was something that never existed to you before Joel. You and silence weren’t a thing until you met this shy man— something he denies. According to him, he’s serious, not quiet.

He’s always been fine with you filling it whenever you see fit, but you’ve grown to appreciate small bouts of it because it’s with him. The two of you sit shoulder to shoulder, sipping coffee in the quiet of the morning.

Coffee finished, Joel pulls you close, his mouth as light as feather against yours when there’s a knock on the door. You both jump, heads turning towards the door.

“I know you’re awake, I smell the coffee!” Sarah yells through a laugh.

Joel snorts, shaking his head, “Good morning to you too darlin’.”

“Are there pants on?” She shouts through the door.

“Yes!” You and Joel shout in unison.

“Then let me in!” She insists, rattling the knob in a move that makes you both laugh again.

You turn to him with a smile. One of his favorite things about you is the lack of disappointment in your eyes when you two are interrupted— the space that you’ve created for Sarah in your heart. That your love always encompasses all of the unpredictability of loving him and the tiny family he has— that you’re part of it now.

He presses a kiss to your cheek, “It was good while it lasted, yeah honey?”

“It’s perfect. All of it, it’s perfect,” You murmur before hopping out of bed to unlock the door.

There’s nothing sweeter than the moment Sarah bursts through the door and jumps into bed next to her dad. Except for the moment she asks you to join them while tugging on Joel’s ear. And who are you to say no to the resident sleeping beauty?

part 2: mohawk

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trashytoastboi · 2 days

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Day of Gluttony - Beelzebub

~Spicy Sin-ario M! Version~

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> Male version

> Word count: 608 words

Warning: NSFW {Oral, Overstimulation, Crying, Belphie is there too}

His fingers dug further into {Name’s} thighs as Beel kept him spread and in place, his tongue dragged in long languid strokes along his cock as {Name} cried out again. Ever since Beel discovered the joy of being between his thighs it’s been his favourite thing to do much to {Name’s} dismay and pleasure. Even when {Name} was already sobbing from the overstimulation and driven to the brink of painful sensitivity and insanity. “Just a little more {Name}...” Beel would sloppily mutter as he kissed his thighs, only giving a brief moment of respite before taking {Name’s} cock back into his mouth. Beel didn’t want to give up on his meal, even one that sated a different kind of appetite. {Name} panted, his arm covered his eyes, losing track of just how many times he’d already cum. His blurred vision looked down to see the orange head of hair still between his thighs, fixed and showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. {Name} attempted to push him away, needing a moment to rest to stop feeling the way Beel’s tongue sought every spot that made him tremble. “Beel- s-stop..can’t handle…m-more..” {Name} tried to steady himself, having more than a few close calls with just fainting every time the pleasure would shake and rattle his head. “Ju…Just a moment Beel please”; Beel whines and looks up at {Name}, obviously discontent whenever he tries to wiggle away but it’s obvious the moment he looks at Beel. He isn’t the only one whose mind is on cloud 9 right now. Beel was so painfully hard, rutting into the sheets below without a care and having made himself cum multiple times he was so dazed and overstimulated he could only operate on pure instinct and keep moving his mouth. Neither of them were in their right minds. Not enough to notice when the bedroom door creaked open and Belphie stepped into the very interesting scene before him. {Name} finally noticed Belphie smiling down at them. “Belphie..stop Beel” he begged and held onto Belphie’s hand while {Name} pleaded, Belphie looked at his twin and saw the hearts in his eyes. He overstimulated himself into a trance and Belphie found it so adorable how Beel just went into the deep end, Belphie's voice seems to bring him back to the present and {Name} whimpers, resting for a moment as Beel is distracted by Belphie. A wicked smirk settles on Belphie's lips, he takes a seat behind {Name}, he shuffles to rest his head on Belphie’s lap while his fingers brush against {Name’s} forehead and pets his head in a comforting manner. “You’re both too cute” Belphie comments, “But Beel…you know the best taste you’ll get is when you put it in here.” Belphie strokes {Name’s} cock as he speaks and he tries to shoo Belphie’s hand away, “Belphie no…too sensitive” he whines, tears starting to fall again. “Should I stop?” Belphie inquires, and {Name} shakes his head, contradicting between wanting to rest or stopping altogether. Beel shuffles between {Name’s} thighs, his cock already hard, covered in cum and already wanting more. Belphie whispers soft words and keeps stroking his hair as Beel pushes inside without any resistance, the sheer wetness and warmth sends him overboard as he cums in {Name}. With his sensitivity it was all it took to push {Name} over the edge again as the two of them shared in orgasmic bliss, finally feeling things calm down and the exhaustion setting in.. Beel lazily kept thrusting, nuzzling into {Name’s} neck with soft groans as he kept rutting into him, he couldn’t get enough. Beel was truly insatiable and needed more.

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melticss · 1 year

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-not my art!

side kick

bakugo x reader

contains nsfw! -sex, cunnilingus, slut shaming, size kink

-as villain bakugos sidekick, your around him a lot. getting trapped in a situation that sprouted from a dangerous mission, you both confess your feelings for eachother, or atleast.. show them.

reader is female, if you want to me recreate this with male or nb let me know! <3

please ignore how bad my grammar is 💀 i didn’t pay attention in elementary school tbfh. also not proof read 👨‍🦯

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it was early in the morning, as you sat in your office. watching the tv from your desk chair, the news showed up. showing that endeavor was in the hospital, and that a villain that all might had come across and supposedly “killed” was back in japan. you set your coffee down, your eyes widened. you grabbed your keys and headed down to katsukis office.

*bang-bang-bang..bang* you knocked on his door, not wanting to barge in, and find something unexpected. “what?” katsuki groaned. “did you see the news? he’s back!” you shouted “i don’t fucking watch the news y/n.” he remarked. “well, he’s not dead, and he’s back.”

katsuki had befriended a guy in his 3rd year, a guy that had always seemed sketchy, but never paid to much attention to. he later became a villain with katsuki, but betrayed him. he had stolen all the money that katsuki made, and used it to attempt to kill all might, but he “failed”. the reason katsuki wasn’t planning to kill all might yet, was because he didn’t have a team.

“your fucking joking.” katsuki said, opening the door with a deadpan look plastered on his face. “i wish katsuki, but he took advantage of all mights retirement and thought this meant he could kill endeavor. “we are not letting him take my fucking spotlight” he said, waking down the hallway to his room. “katsuki! we don’t have a plan yet!” you yelled, still in your pjs.

“we aren’t wasting anytime y/n.” he said with a tinge of annoyance. “well let me get ready atleast!” you said worried. “whatever y/n, don’t take too long.” you sprinted down to your room, throwing on your suit. you snap on your gloves as you walk into his room, expecting that he would be ready.

you open the door, to pre occupied to knock, stressing about the situation. “katsuki i-“ you get cut off with the sight of your assistant in nothing but his boxers, his abs reflecting the rising sunset. a orange hue decorating his hair as his veiny hans pick up his shirt. before you even get the time to look down, he yells

“y/n! you dumbass. i always tell you to knock!” you stand there, dumbfounded. out of pure shock that a man this handsome wouldn’t be on a play girl magazine. you stare at his body, his furrowed brows turn into a sarcastic smirk. “do you really like what you see that much, y/n? you try to muster up what to say, as your heart pounds.

“i-i just didn’t expect it” you say trying to act cool. “didn’t expect what?” he says walking towards you, putting his hand on the wall next to you, slamming to the left of your head as he towered over you. you look over at the clock, “w-we need to leave soon, b-before he does something else-“ he kisses you, your heart skips a beat, your stomach gets warm.

you lean into him, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him in. sense he’s almost 6’4, he has to bend his neck, so he just picks you up so he can pull you closer. “i guess i should’ve realized the way you would clench your thighs together whenever you saw me shirtless, i should’ve known you had a thing for me.” he said smirking.

“well your always staring at my ass so, i think we are fair.” you say sarcastic. he sets you down on his bed, crawling on top of you. “what can i say, you have a nice ass yn, but you also stare at my bulge when i wear sweatpants, so i don’t think we are quite even yet dumbass” he says before pinning you down, and kissing you so passionately you loose your breath.

his lips are sweet, a taste of carmel and cherries decorated them. his arms on either side of you. seeing the veins bulge and his muscles perfectly defined with the orange sunlight made you squirm. his hair messy, his chest sweaty. his hot breath running over your body, he moves up, pressing his bulge into you.

he’s harder than you thought he was- “may i?” he says, tugging on your shirt. you nod, puppy eyes staring at his crimsons. he pulls off your shirt, then your tight leggings. he pulled you close, now both in your underwear, pressing his warm body against yours. something you never realized, katsuki was affectionate. you wonder if he’s really just a big softie.

he plants soft kisses on your neck, then biting softly. you dig your nails into his back, making him groan. “i wouldn’t be mad if you made me bleed, sweetheart” your stomach got tingly at the nickname. you kiss his collarbone, inhaling his intoxicating warm scent. you buried you face in his neck, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his hips down to rest on yours.

he looks down at you, his abnormally long k-9 tooth biting down on his bottom lip. “so fucking pretty, m’fucking pretty angel” he says, in a raspy whisper. he leans into kiss you, unhooking your bra, and throwing it somewhere into his room. he moves his hand down, the callous rough hands dragging down to your panties, hooking his finger on them and pulling them off.

he leans back, taking in the view. “such’ a pretty fucking pussy.” he says smirking. you whine in response, squirming your hips in embarrassment of your pussy exposed. he brings his thumb down, dragging it through your slit, your pussy making lewd noises. he rubs your clit, pleasure shooting through you. you whine in response.

he grabs your feet, throwing them over his shoulder. “hope you don’t mind if i eat this pussy?” he says leaning down, his hot breath rushing over you. you shake your head, grabbing his hair. your cheeks glowing redder every minute. he grabs your ass, pulling you in and flattening his tongue against your sensitive pussy.

his tongue is rough, and unforgiving. his tounge rubs your clit, drawing circles in it. he spells the letters, k a t s u k i, smirking. he flicks your clit, the swollen nub twitching. he sucks on your pussy, your labia swelling, he lets go with a pop.

your legs twitch and shake, feeling his warm tounge and hands making you quiver. the knot in your stomach getting tighter. you pull his hair, making him groan and vibrate your pussy. he looks up at you, his vulgar red eyes piercing you. you moan lewdly, rolling your eyes back.

the knot becomes undone, you shake and twitch. he rides you through it, kissing your pussy lips delicately, stroking your twitching thigh. “atta girl, that’s a good girl” he says in a raspy voice. he sits up, his bulge bigger and thicker than you could imagine. wet stains at the tip of his dick, decorating his dark grey boxers.

“do you want my cock, slut?” he says smirking. you nod, cheeks burning as cold air runs over your wet pussy. “i couldn’t hear you?” he says rubbing your clit. “y-yes!” you whimper. “what was that pretty girl? i couldn’t hear you over the sounds of your pussy getting wetter.” he says rubbing his clothed cock on your thigh.

“yes! i want your cock!” you greedily whine. “that’s my girl, you know how to obey like a good girl.” he says, taking his cock out of his boxers, the red vulgar tip dripping, the veins bulging, and metal piercing decorating his under gland shining. (frenum piercing)

“you like what you see?” you nod, practically drooling at the sight. he grabs the base, guiding his tip through your slit. rubbing your clit with his tip, his pre dripping down you. you quiver, he’s bigger than you thought, atleast 7-8 inches. but what surprised you was the girth, he’s big almost too big.

“i-it’s really b-big” you whine. “you’ll be fine-“ he says looking away. “a-and if it hurts to bad tell me.” he says before looking back at you, “but your such a slut i think you can take it.” he says, his vulgar words making you quiver. he leans down, arms on either side of you. he looks down, positioning himself. he looks back up, “you ready angel?” you nod. he pushes in, your pussy squelching. you whine, his girth stretching you, it burns deep inside. you grab onto his arm, and place one hand on his chest.

“s-suki!” you moan. he kisses your neck passionately. “breathe baby.” he says, his voice soothing and raspy. he pushes farther, until his tip kisses your cervix. your eyes roll back, his dick hits every spot. “shhshhh, atta girl.” he says pushing the stray hair pieces behind your ear. he rolls his hips, the burn subsides. his dick grinds your g-spot, making your legs twitch around his waist. leaving a creamy white ring 1-2 inches from the base, there’s no way you could take all of his cock.

his hip buck faster, hitting every spot that no one else could. the familiar knot getting tighter as you dig your nails into his back, he groans loudly, raspy and whiney. “fuck~ i’m cumming”he says, burying his face in your neck. as his dick twitches, hitting your g-spot every movement. “cum with me angel.” he groans.

he slams his hips, white creamy ropes shoot at your cervix, making you twitch and grab onto him, euphoria overrides you as your knot unravels.

“good fucking girl.”

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brittscafe · 8 months

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Can you write something like ichigo liking reader she’s a soul reaper he meet her once and soul society she’d help heal him or (anything) he can’t stop thinking about her so when he’s and soul society he asked asks around for her and finds her at the bar with the other lieutenant idk were to go for here lol

Of course! <3

Ichigo kurosaki couldn't get you off of his mind. He may have only met you once, but that was enough for him to make up his mind. He liked everything about you.

Before he goes to bed, his mind wonders back to the night you two first met.

Ichigo was in the middle of the battlefield and you were his guardian angel.

You sprint over to Ichigo's side as he lays in the middle of the battlefield, panting heavily and blood pouring out from his side. You kneel down beside him and move his orange hair out of his face.

"Hi, Ichigo, right? I'm y/n. I'm here to help you," you speak softly and Ichigo nods his head, clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth.

"Good. I need to get back out there," Ichigo replies

"Yeah, you won't be back out there anytime soon," you explain and Ichigo's eyes widen.

"What?! Why?" Ichigo raises his voice.

"You've got a hole the size of a fist in your chest, Ichigo. I'm not even sure how you're still talking or even alive right now," you comment and Ichigo slowly lifts up his head, eyes traveling down to his chest.

"Ah! Don't look," you gasp out, clasping your hand over his eyes and shoving his head back down.

"Hey! What the hell?!" Ichigo scoffs out, waving his arms around in a frantic manner. Truth be told, Ichigo was glad that you covered his eyes.

"Trust me, please. I may not be able to get you back on the battlefield, but I can make sure that you don't die," you reassure him, slowly removing your hand from his eyes.

You grab onto his hand and give it a light squeeze, shooting him a reassuring smile.

"Ok, I trust you," Ichigo bobs his head and your eyes soften. In the midst of the chaos, you are Ichigo's safe place.

From that moment on, Ichigo decided that he would find you again. He's determined in every visit to the Soul Society, even stalking around at night in hopes to see you.

Every time he's gone to the Soul Society, he's never seen you. It leaves a hole in his heart, thinking maybe you had passed away. You never left Ichigo's mind, even when he's sleeping. He dreams about you.

He never stops asking around for you, not even knowing anything about you, but your name. Ichigo decides to give up, entering a busy bar on the crowded side of the Soul Society.

Your laughter rings throughout the bar and you throw your head back. As you throw your head back, your eyes catch glimpse of bright orange hair.

You turn your head over to Ichigo and His eyes light up as they meet yours and your heart skips a beat.

"Ichigo?" you ask, letting out a chuckle full of nervousness and giddiness.

"Y-You remember me?" Ichigo asks, mouth gaping open.

"Of course I do," you nod your head, a smile forming along your face.

Ichigo smiles warmly and he steps closer to you.

"So, can I buy you a drink? For saving my life," Ichigo offers and your heartstrings tug at your core.

"Sure," you reply as Ichigo takes a seat beside you.

The night is filled with laughter, warm smiles, comfort, and a kiss to end the night.

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blackbat05 · 1 year

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Back Home

Dad Rick Flag x Reader

Plot: Rick comes back from another assignment at work and makes a big decision.

Genre: Fluff, PG-13

A/N: This can be read as a standalone or a continuation from <Exploring>! Actually, if you visit my Rick Flag masterlist, if you're looking for Dad Rick Flag, I'll recommend reading <Fresh Start> first and go in order until <Exploring>! Feel free to ask me any questions and reblogs are always appreciated!

Tags: @the-slumberparty

Blinking the sleep away from his eyes, Rick reaches out for the familiar body warmth only to be met with an empty bed.

He turns to check the time. 11.40am. Looks like he slept longer than usual. Entering the private contract business wasn’t easy. The week was filled with endless schedules that seemed to never end.

Rick hears a clang from the kitchen and decides that it was time to get out of the comfort of the sheets. Walking down the hallway, he could hear your whisper followed by an outbreak of giggles from his lovely daughter.

He peeks into the living room to see his two boys, Daniel and Robin Flag playing with their figurines. The former teaching his younger brother how to make them stand. Rick smiles and couldn’t be prouder of Daniel. It felt as if like it Daniel was just a baby just yesterday.

Rick continues further towards the kitchen undetected, heart growing at the beautiful sight of his two favorite girls cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

“We don’t want to wake Papa up yet do we?” Rick sees you carefully plating the eggs onto the plate of toast and bacon.

Freya Flag, the oldest of the three shakes her head. She grabs a cup, pouring orange juice into it. “We’re going to surprise Papa!”

“Consider me surprised pumpkin.”

Freya turns around to see Rick standing at the entrance of the kitchen, arms extended. “How about a hug?”

“Papa!” She squeals, attracting the attention of her siblings from the living room. A patter of footsteps could be heard, before all three bodies converge onto Rick.

“Papa! Papa! We missed you!” Freya clings onto Rick like a koala, not wanting to let go anytime soon. “Mama said you were supposed to be back on Tuesday but you didn’t back and I was sad.” Her pout made Rick’s heart melt. Bringing his daughter close, he attacks her with kisses.

“I know, the flight was late so I came back late.” Rick apologizes. His current job was anytime better than being the leader of the suicide squad but if he had a choice, he wouldn’t want to leave his family forever. “I’m sorry pumpkin.”

The children seem to accept his apology as they drag him to the living room. You follow behind with the tray of food that you and Freya had meant to surprise him with.

“Papa! Did you know, Miss Wilson gave me this pencil case as a present because I got the highest marks in spelling?” Freya whips out her prized possession, showing it to Rick who was impressed.

“Did you now? I didn’t know my little girl was a genius!”

Freya beams, satisfied at the compliment. Daniel then lays out his newest figurine collection gifted to him by your parents, telling him about each figurine in detail while your youngest climbs all over Rick.

“All right lightning McQueens,” you chuckle. “How about we let Papa eat first before we continue?”

You settle with Rick at the dining table, watching over your children play with the figurines and toys that were scattered on the sofa.

“Why aren’t you eating?” You see Rick looking at you, plate yet to be touched.

He smiles at you, unable to form words at that moment. But there weren't any words that need to be exchanged between the two of you.

"Maybe I should quit."

"Quit? Did something happen?" After Robin's birth, Rick had bought up the conversation with you, that he was prepared to go back and do what he did best. Minus the superhuman threats he had to face on a frequent basis. You were concerned, but who were you to stop him?

Rick takes a deep breath, looking at his children playing noisily in the living room. Sure, he was used to being away for long periods of time. But this time he wasn't alone. He finally had a family to come back to.

"I just don't want to miss our little ones growing up. I want to be there for them, no matter how big or small. I want to be there for you."

You lean forward, taking his hands into yours. "And you are. You are always there for us. You have no idea how proud the kids are of you. Should have seen Freya telling her friends and teachers all about her daddy. But if you must, whatever decision you make, you have our support."

At this moment, Daniel runs to the table with a ball in his hand. "Daddy! Come and play catch with us!" He takes Rick by the arm, dragging him towards the garden where his older sister and younger brother await excitedly to finally play with their dad.

Rick turns back and you make a shooing movement. "Go! You have been summoned, Mister."

These moments remind Rick that he was so blessed. His children, were so full of life, always giving him the energy that he needed. And you...

You were his rock all these years. When he first met you while volunteering at the children's center, stumbling back after months - away from the clutches of Amanda Waller and created a family that he always wanted.

Focusing his attention back on the kids, Rick puts on the glove.

"Alright, let's play!"

As the kids scramble to their position, he sees you washing the dishes in the kitchen and catches your eye. You can't hear him, but he's sure you know what he's saying exactly.

"I love you so much."

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Orange kinda love

Summary: Cheese doesn't like Jake. Jake doesn't like Cheese. A few situations in which your boyfriend and cat fight for your attention at the worst times..

Warnings: Cock blocking, oral sex (f receiving), minors dni

A/n: Poor Jake, man. Getting cock blocked by Marc and Steven before, and now by a damn cat 😂💕

Tag list: @hot-mess-express1

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A few months ago, when you were experiencing a depressive episode, your therapist recommended adopting a cat. "You can't just stay inside alone all day. You need someone to care for. A reason to get out of bed, ya know?"

And you knew she was right, it was just that you didn't know if you could handle the responsibility at the moment. So, you agreed to go home and think it over. But not even two days later, you showed up to a local shelter asking to see their cats. As you walked along the long aisles of kennels filled with kittens of all kinds and colors, you couldn't help but feel disappointed. You didn't feel a connection with any of them.

As you reached the end of the aisle, ready to turn around and tell the assistant that you'd changed your mind, something orange caught your eye. You walked over to the last kennel on the wall and looked inside, seeing a giant, orange ball of fluff. "Excuse me? How about this one?" You asked the assistant, reaching inside of the kennel with your finger to stroke the cats fur.

The orange cat sat up and licked his paw for a moment, then looked straight at you. He had these big, green eyes that were so intense for such a small creature. He rubbed his face against your finger, his loud purrs vibrating your entire hand.

"Oh, that one? Um, he's a little old. Are you sure you don't want a kitten? We have plenty of orange ones." The assistant said, gesturing back down the aisle.

But it was already too late. In just two minutes, this cat crawled it's way into your heart and refused to leave. "No, I'll take him."

So, after signing a million pieces of paper work and an expensive trip to the pet store, you finally got to bring the cat home. And as you laid in bed that night, the orange furball curled up on the pillow next to you, you couldn't help but notice how happy he made you already. How could such a small creature bring you so much joy?

You reached over and gently pet his side, kissing the top of his head. "Your name is Cheese now." You mumbled, smiling at his thunderous purrs. You rolled over and went to sleep, finally relaxed enough to do so.

Two years later, your boyfriend Steven asked you to move in with him. You met Marc a few months after you adopted Cheese, then met his alters soon after. Both Marc and Steven loved Cheese and got along with him just fine, it was Jake that had a problem.

See, Cheese had no problems with Marc or Steven showing you any kind of affection. In fact, he would come over and sit with you guys, curling up on either of your laps and going to sleep.

But when Jake was fronting? Cheese was up your ass. He wanted to be with you at all times, only sitting on/around you, following you everywhere. He did not like it when Jake even kissed your cheek. And Jake was at his wits end with this damn cat. So when you agreed to move in with them, Jake had plenty of mixed feelings about it, but at the end of the day, if he could wake up every morning with you in his bed, he'd put up with your annoying cat.

Considering how small your apartment was, it didn't take you and Marc very long to transfer your stuff to their flat. Both you and Cheese had little to no problems with the move, easily making yourselves at home.

You and Jake were sitting on the couch watching Jaws, Cheese taking up the space between the two of you by sprawling out on the cushion. Jake was grinding his teeth the entire movie, trying not to murder your cat. He's been there since he caught Jake kissing your neck and he showed no signs of leaving anytime soon.

Jake paused the movie and sighed, staring down at the feline between you. "Muñeca will you please stand up for a moment?" He turned to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Why?" You asked, though you still stood up.

Jake reached over and grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "Much better." He mumbled, burying his face against your neck.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the comfort of his hold. Cheese got up and stretched, arching his back comically, before jumping off of the couch and disappearing down the hallway.

It wasn't long before Jake laid you back on the couch and slowly started removing pieces of clothing from both of your bodies, the movie long forgotten. He was working on creating a rather large hickey on your collarbone, when both of you could hear a quiet scrape, scrape, coming from the kitchen.

Jake sat up and glanced over towards the kitchen, only to find Cheese on the counter with his paw on a glass cup, pushing it towards the edge. "Hey! Knock that off!" He yelled, watching as Cheese completely ignored him and pushed the cup off of the counter, a loud CRASH echoing throughout the room.

"Cheese!" You called out, standing up to put your clothes back on. Cheese ran over to you, rubbing his face against your calf with a 'meow.'

Jake walked over and started to sweep up the mess. "Fucking cock block.." He mumbled.

"Hm?" You hummed as you scooped Cheese into your arms, scratching behind his ears.

"Nothing, mi amor."

Knowing that Cheese wasn't gonna give up easily, Jake decided to play dirty. One night, after he took you out for dinner and a movie, Jake ushered you back to your bedroom, trying to beat Cheese there. Once you were both inside, he closed the door and locked it.

Jake turned and looked at you, lust clouding his vision. "I need you, mi vida. Right now."

"Take me." You whispered as you crawled onto the bed, yanking your short black dress off of yourself and into the laundry basket. You thought it was strange that Jake shut and locked the door, given that the two of you lived alone, but you didn't think much of it.

Jake walked over and crawled onto the mattress, practically ripping his shirt off of his body. "Someone's eager." You said, biting down on your bottom lip as your eyes raked over his body, drinking in his toned abs and his strong hands.

'You better watch out, Jake. Cheese knows you're home.' Marc teased, watching them from the mirror on the dresser.

"Shut it." Jake muttered, flashing a glare towards the mirror.

"What?"

'"Nothing, mi amor." Jake grabbed your ankles and yanked you towards him, satisfied with the high pitched squeal you let out. He pressed his tongue against your knee, licking all the way up to your thigh, his fingers tugging at the lace straps of your underwear. "Tell me how much you want it, cariño." He mumbled, nipping at your inner thighs.

Cheese sat at the door, gently pawing at it.

"Fuck, I want it so bad." You moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair. "Please."

"Good girl." Jake pulled your underwear off and lazily folded them, shoving them into his pocket, before leaning down and gently licking up from your core to your clit, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

"Fuck!" You moaned out, arching your back up. "Yes, right there baby-" All of the sudden, there was a loud, high pitched meow coming from the door. "Cheese?" You glanced over at the door, considering getting up to open it for him, but Jake wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you there.

He only stopped for a second to mumbled, "Ignore him." Before going back to lazily flicking his tongue along your clit. And with the way his tongue was making you moan, Cheese's meows were easily drowned out and forgotten.

Jake was holding back a grin, knowing that he won this time. But right as you were on the brink of your first orgasm, Cheese reached his paw under the door and gripped it with his nails, pulling and scratching at it with an impossible amount of strength for a cat.

'I told you so.' Marc said with a sigh.

'Ignore 'em.' Steven mumbled, too focused on the way you were spread out just for them.

Jake looked up at you, a pleading look in his eye. "Ignore him."

"But he's lonely." You said, running your hand across his cheek. "Just let him in real quick?"

"He's gonna get in the way." He whined.

"Jake." You stuck out your lower lip.

Jake stared at you for a moment, but sighed when Cheese meowed again. "Fine." He got up and opened the door, shaking his head when Cheese immediately ran in and jumped on the bed. "Maldito gato." He mumbled as he walked back over to you. Cheese may have won this time, but Jake would be damned if he was gonna let him win again.

"Cheese, no!" You pulled the stick of butter away from him again, gently picking him up and setting him on the ground. "You know you can't have butter. I don't want to upset your belly." You said, continuing to spread butter onto your toast

Jake staggered into the room, heading straight for the coffee maker. As the machine started doing it's job, Jake wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "Buenos días, mi amor." He mumbled, nipping at your ear.

"Good morning, darling." You turned your head enough to where you could kiss him. Jake slid his tongue along your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth when you opened it for him.

"Meow" Cheese stood on his hind legs, digging his nails into Jake's leg.

"Ay!" Jake yelped, jumping back. "I'm telling you, cariño, he doesn't like me! I don't know why!" He reached down and rubbed his thigh, glaring at Cheese.

"He doesn't hate you, he just wants to protect me. That's all." You said, holding back a laugh while you stroked Cheese's back. "Hey, can you make sure he doesn't get on the counter? He's a butter fiend and I need to use the bathroom." You walked over and kissed his cheek, snickering when you heard his salty grumbles.

Jake stood there, stirring a spoonful of sugar into his coffee, blocking out Steven and Marc's laughter in the headspace.

"Meow"

Jake turned around and sighed, staring down at the orange cat in front of him. "What do you want?"

Cheese walked over to the counter and sat on the ground in front of it, looking at Jake then back to the butter; to the butter then Jake.

"No. She said not to give you any. Why should I, anyways? You're a fucking cock block. Fuck you." He turned back around and continued to stir his coffee, but Cheese meowed again, this time rubbing his face against Jake's calf.

Jake sighed, shaking his head. "Fine. But if I do this, you have to leave me to my business, got it?" He looked down at Cheese, who just blinked up at him. "Good enough for me." Jake bent down and picked up the cat, setting him on the counter and cutting a nice, thick slice of butter for him.

Cheese immediately started licking it as though you didn't feed him three times a day. "Ay, you really like butter." Jake mumbled, gently running his hand along Cheese's back.

Cheese started purring, arching his back against Jake's hand.

'Is he actually purring right now?' Steven asked, watching in amazement as Jake actually bonded with Cheese.

'Damn, who knew butter was the answer?'' Marc said, equally as amazed as Steven.

"Jake! What the hell!" You said, rushing over to pick Cheese up. "He can't have butter! Why would you let him eat that?"

"He'll be fine, cariño. Let the boy eat some damn butter." He said with a laugh as he reached over to pet Cheese behind his ear.

"Wait, you guys are getting along now?" You asked, feeling Cheese start to purr again as Jake pet him.

"I guess so."

Later that night, when you and Jake were making love, Cheese laid in a nearby chair, dead asleep. He never messed with you or Jake once, leaving you be. Jake wished he gave the damn cat butter sooner.

[Spanish -> English]

Muñeca - Doll

Mi amor - my love

Mi vida - my life

Cariño - dear

Maldito gato - damn cat

Buenos días - Good morning

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photogirl894 · 1 year

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@clonexreaderbingo

Square: "I love you"

Yay, my second bingo one-shot! This time, for Captain Howzer! This is my first time writing for him, so I hope I do the good Captain justice! 😊😊 Enjoy!!

“Hera? Hera! Hera! Where are you, child?”

You cried out for the young Twi’lek girl in your charge as you wandered outside on the top balcony of the Syndulla household, wondering where she had wandered off to. The child was always getting into mischief along with her C1 unit Droid, who you swear had more sass and attitude than the girl herself. You’d done your daily lessons with her and then let her be so you could prepare dinner for her as well as Cham and Eleni, the girl’s parents, who would be expected to return soon. Of course, of all the times for Hera to disappear, it had to be just before her parents came home. Though, they most likely wouldn’t be surprised, but even still, it was embarrassing for you to appear as though you’d lost their daughter. The sun was just beginning to set, coloring the sky a deep gold and orange, and you hoped you’d find Hera before it got too dark.

Looking around to the courtyard and beyond the wall of the estate, you called out again, “Hera! Chopper!” When no response came, your hands came up to your hips as a groan of frustration escaped you. “Where has that girl and her Droid gone to now?” you asked aloud. You had checked all through the house and there was no sign of her. She’d better be outside somewhere.

At the start of the Clone Wars, you were hired by the Syndulla’s to be the governess for their daughter since one or both of her parents were constantly away, especially with Cham Syndulla’s involvement in the war as well as the liberation of Ryloth. You were a simple woman who had come to Ryloth for a new start after you had lost your family to a famine on your home planet. The Syndulla’s seemed like a good family who had nothing but their people’s best interests at heart and you found there was never a dull moment with them, especially with the fiery-spirited Hera, who was on the verge of her young teenage years. They paid you and treated you well and gave you your own room in the house to stay in; you really felt like you were part of their family some days.

Then off in the distance, you managed to spot a small cloud of dust and heard the faint revving of an engine. Your eyes narrowed, trying to make out the shape coming in your direction. It was a speederbike. After a few seconds, you spotted a familiar shade of teal against the gold of the sunset sky behind him which brought a smile to your face.

It was him…Captain Howzer.

He was a Clone captain over a squadron of troops that had been sent months ago to help the citizens of Ryloth after they were liberated from the Separatists. He had also personally been assigned to serve with Cham Syndulla and his family. He had been to the Syndulla home many times. Sometimes to retrieve Cham when he was needed for a battle of some kind, to check on the wellbeing of the family or to bring Hera back after she’d scampered off somewhere…which you could tell was the reason for his unexpected visit this time as you then spotted a smaller figure peek out from behind him, her green skin and lekku illuminated by the sun.

Seeing them approaching the outer wall, you ducked out from the upper balcony, made your way through the house and went outside to meet them. Howzer drove in through the gate and brought the speederbike to a stop in the courtyard. You saw Hera slide off the back of the bike and Chopper, who had been magnetized to the very back, jumped off using his thrusters, chirping in greeting to you and waving his little mechanical arm like nothing was wrong.

“Oh, don’t act all innocent with me, Chopper,” you chided him as you walked towards them. Then you looked to Hera. “Hera Syndulla, where have you been? Your parents will be home anytime now.”

Before Hera could answer you, you all heard the sound of a shuttle approaching and saw it come zooming in overhead. It was Cham’s personal shuttle. You had a feeling he and his wife were going to question why you all were out there and possibly why Howzer was there unannounced. The shuttle came in for a landing inside the courtyard and you shielded your face from the exhaust. Within seconds, the Syndulla couple disembarked their ship.

“Well…we have quite the welcoming party, my dear,” Eleni remarked to her husband as they came your way.

“So it would seem,” replied Cham. “What are you all doing out here…and what brings you by, Howzer?”

You opened your mouth to explain what had happened, but Howzer answered first, saying, “Hera needed help replacing a part for her Droid, sir, so I offered to take her to find what she needed while (Y/N) got things prepared for dinner. We only just got back. My apologies if I overstepped.”

“Not at all. That is perfectly fine,” said Cham.

Your eyes widened slightly at Howzer and you grinned a little to yourself. He had covered for you as well as Hera…for probably the twentieth time, at this point. He was far too kind and noble…and that was why you loved him.

It hadn’t taken long after Howzer had come to Ryloth for him to catch your attention and for you to catch his. He was incredibly handsome, even with the scars on his chin and his cheek, and he thought you were beautiful beyond compare. There were many stolen glances when any of the Syndulla’s weren’t looking, secret meetings when Hera was in bed and her parents were still out and a couple lingering touches of your hands when you stood by each other. After a couple months of getting to know each other, growing closer and subtly flirting, you had finally kissed Howzer during a night alone and you both decided you wanted to be together. You weren’t sure if Cham and Eleni would approve of your relationship, so you tried your best to keep it a secret and act cordial around each other when they were present. However, you’d caught some knowing looks from Eleni a couple of times. Either you and Howzer weren’t being as discreet as you thought or Eleni was much more observant than you gave her credit for, which was already a lot. Eleni Syndulla was a sharp and witty woman that you admired a great deal. She most likely knew of your relationship with Howzer, but she’d never said anything, which gave you the idea that she didn’t mind or she approved.

To quickly move the conversation along, you spoke up, saying, "Supper is ready for you all in the dining room."

Eleni then looked to the Clone Captain and said to him, a grin on her face, "You will join us for dinner, won't you, Howzer?"

"Thank you, ma'am, but I wouldn't want to impose, especially since I'm here unexpectedly," he replied.

"Nonsense, you would never be an imposition to us," she said back. Then she smiled even more. "Besides, I'm sure our lovely governess made plenty of food for everyone."

Of course, Eleni made it a point to say you were lovely…but you simply said politely, "I did, yes. There will be enough for you, as well, Captain."

"Please stay and eat with us, Howzer!" cried Hera excitedly.

Seeing all the women were staring at him, Howzer stole a look at Cham. The Twi'lek leader just shrugged and said, "The ladies have spoken, Captain."

"I guess they have, sir," he said. Then he agreed, saying, "Very well."

Pleased with his response, Cham and Eleni went into the house with Chopper following behind them. However, you stopped Hera as she tried to go after them.

"Now, where were you really, young lady?" you questioned her in a low voice, your eyebrows raised and your hands on your hips.

Hera laughed sheepishly and told you, "Uh…I went to go find Uncle Gobi…because he told me if I could get away, he'd take me flying. Howzer found me instead and brought me back."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Gobi really is a bad influence on you. You're both gonna get me in trouble someday," you commented. You gave her a pat on the head. "Go on, troublemaker, go wash up for dinner."

Hera ran off up the stairs and into the house, leaving you and Howzer alone.

"I honestly think Eleni knows about us," you commented to him.

He chuckled. "I wouldn't be surprised. She's an intelligent woman."

"Though, she hasn't said anything to me, so...I'm assuming she's okay with it?"

"She'd better be…because I would fight for you and for us if she didn't." He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, giving you butterflies in your stomach and what he had said. "Let's go, I'm dying to have some of your cooking."

Dinner went well with the Syndulla’s and Howzer complimented what you had prepared…multiple times, even. Howzer was never really around for mealtimes, so this was a very rare occasion to have him there. He too fit in well with the family dynamic.

As you were clearing the table, the Captain stood up, took up his helmet underneath his arm and stated to the room, "Thank you for the meal. It was very appreciated. I'll go ahead and leave you now for the evening."

"As you wish, Howzer," Cham responded. Then he said to you as you took his plate, "And (Y/N), you may have the rest of the evening off. Eleni and I will handle getting Hera to bed."

"Oh! Are you sure, sir?" you asked, surprised.

"I'm sure. You've worked hard today, especially after preparing this meal for all of us," he said. "Go, have some time for yourself tonight."

When he turned away, you snuck a look at Howzer, who had stopped in the front doorway when he heard Cham tell you to take the night off. He grinned at you and quickly motioned with his head outside, signaling to you that he'd wait for you, and then closed the door.

"I appreciate that very much, sir," you said gladly to Cham. "I'll go on a walk after I get the dishes."

You took the dishes into the kitchen to clean them, but found yourself intercepted by Eleni, who took the dishes from you.

"I will handle dishes, dear. No more work for you tonight," she told you. "Go enjoy your walk." Then she leaned in and whispered, "Enjoy your time with the Captain."

When she came back, she winked knowingly at you. It was certainly now safe to say that she definitely knew about you and Howzer.

Gratefully, you smiled back and replied, "I will, ma'am. Thank you."

You grabbed your jacket from your room and retreated back downstairs. You bade Hera goodnight and gave her a kiss on the forehead before heading out the door. The sun had gotten lower in the sky to where it just a soft light, the sky covered in pale pink and purple. Howzer was standing by his speederbike in the middle of the courtyard and a pleased grin crossed his face at seeing you. You broke into a run down the steps and leapt into his arms, throwing your arms around his neck. He caught you with ease and spun you around, chuckling in your ear.

"Let's get out of here," he suggested.

"Yes, please," you replied, already halfway on the back of his bike.

He got onto the bike and started it up. You wrapped your arms around his waist and the two sped off into the endless deserts of Ryloth. You rode on for a while until you came to a cluster of rocks in the middle of the desert; a spot where you and Howzer had escaped to many a time.

He helped you off the speederbike and you immediately found yourself in his arms, his lips connecting with yours passionately.

"I'd hoped I'd get you to myself tonight. I've missed you," he said, referencing that it had been a couple of days since he'd been able to see you.

"I've missed you, too," you replied.

You kissed him once again before he pulled out a blanket from the back of the speederbike. Then he laid it out on the ground for you and you sat down upon it. Then he took the time to remove his armor, stripping down to his undersuit, before joining you where you snuggled up close to him in his arms. The two of you laid back on the blanket and looked up to the sky, seeing that the pinks and purples were growing deeper in color and you could see a sea of stars beginning to appear as night was approaching. The two of you gazed up at the stars without saying a word, the beating of his heart drumming in your ear.

Finally, after a long while, you heard him ask, "What do you think will happen when the war is over? What will happen…with us?"

"I don't know," you said. "I don't know if the Syndulla’s will still need me when Cham no longer needs to fight for Ryloth…and you'll probably be shipped offworld because the Clones won't be needed either." You nestled up closer to him, your arms snaking around his waist. "What are we going to do? I don't…I don't want to lose you, Howzer."

Howzer sat up, pulling you up with him, and looked steadfastly into your eyes. "You won't lose me, babe," he promised, laying his hand on your cheek. "I don't know what our future holds for us when the war is done, but I do know this: when that time comes, wherever you choose to go in the galaxy, I will always be at your side."

You reached up and grasped his hand on your cheek, leaning into his gentle touch. "Do you really mean it?"

"Of course, I do," he said, kissing you long and slowly. His forehead tenderly touched yours when he pulled away. "I love you."

This was the first time those three words had been spoken between the two of you and a quiet gasp escaped you at hearing them. When you pulled back to gaze into his eyes, you found there wasn't a hint of any lie or uncertainty in them at all. He meant what he said truly and irrevocably. Though, you knew you shouldn't question him. Howzer would never lie to you. He was always honest in everything when it came to you. There was no reason for it to end here.

"I love you, too," you told him back with a smile. "Even when you're no longer a Captain and I'm no longer a governess, I will always love you and we'll always be together."

There, under the starry desert sky of Ryloth, you and your beloved Clone Captain promised that no matter what happened in the future, you would always have each other and that was all you would ever need to be happy.

Clone x Reader Bingo 2023

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch howzer #howzer x reader #cfb2023

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catsandgoodbooks · 4 months

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Hey, you know that fic I posted from a couple days ago? It's done now :) Also, it's all @mistythedritten's fault for getting me to pick this up again after basically forgetting about it for like three months.

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Dream ran. He had to run, because the hunters were already on his tail and he didn’t want to end up dead (that’s what he’d done all this to avoid). He had to get away. There wasn’t another option, not one that involved him getting out of this alive. He couldn’t fight in this state, and he sure as hell wouldn’t be able to talk his way out of this one. They’d probably just kill him on sight, after all. (Unless it was the Warden or Sir, and then it would be so much worse) He wouldn’t be able to get a word in, no matter what (no matter who). He didn’t have any delusions about the situation he was in.

The blood ran as he did. It seeped from his chest, his arms, his face, running down his neck and flowing through his fingers. Dream knew he couldn’t do anything about it right now; he didn’t have the healing potions or time. That would just have to wait for later. He could just push through the pain for now. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to it. (He had Si–Quackity to thank for that) It wasn’t bad enough to leave behind a proper, complete trail, he was pretty sure, and that was all he cared about right now. He just had not to get caught and then he could deal with everything else later. (If they captured him again, anything he could of done later would be completely, utterly pointless. It wouldn’t save him, so he just had to focus on getting away now)

Dream didn’t know where he was going. He was just running, frantically racing through the forest, hoping that he could figure something out as he went. Getting to Punz was out of the question – not when he was injured and disorientated and hunted. (If someone was following him, he wasn’t going to put them in danger by bringing his tail right to them) He probably had some bunker hidden around here, but he had no idea where, and he didn’t even know if he’d be safe there. Someone might be able to find him even there, especially if they still had some of those fucking cursed compasses left over. Dream was pretty sure he’d gotten rid of all of those, but he could never be too sure. (They might of lied to him, after all. It wouldn’t be the first time)

Dream felt the breath be squeezed from his lungs as he slipped through the underbrush, between the trees, trying his hardest not to leave behind a trail. It was dark. He could do this. It was fine. He just had to not disrupt anything too obviously, had to not make a sound (had to hope no one came across him), and then he would be fine. He just had to keep running.

Dream’s sides were burning, his lungs screaming at him to stop, just stop, but he couldn’t. The blood was running faster, making his jumpsuit cling to him uncomfortably. The adrenaline was still keeping him going despite the blood loss, and he just hoped that wouldn’t go away anytime soon or he was going to collapse.

The lanterns in the woods got closer, and their lights brighter. He could hear boots crushing branches underfoot. Fuck. That was bad. They were close – too close for comfort – and just getting closer, and, with the lanterns, Dream wouldn’t be able to use the darkness to hide, not with the bright orange he was wearing. They were going to catch him, and then they were going to kill him, book or no book–

Dream’s foot caught on a root and he stumbled, falling with a sharp hiss. Fuck, he was so fucked now– He flipped over onto his back and scooted back toward the tree whose root had tripped him, his heart fluttering. He had to get up–

Hands grabbed him, keeping him pressed down. For a moment, Dream panicked and fought against them, before realizing where he was and going limp. Fighting wouldn’t get him anywhere if it was one of the hunters. He couldn’t win, not unarmored and practically unarmed. They were just going to kill him if he was lucky (and drag him back to the prison if he wasn’t), and Punz would probably still revive him (if they were still loyal, if someone hadn’t paid them more, if the promise of power was still enough to keep them by his side), but that would just put them in danger and they’d need to get his body in the first place, which would probably attract someone’s attention and they couldn’t afford that–

But it wasn’t one of the hunters, he realized as their grip on him relaxed and they turned to face him. A lantern sat beside them, dim and newly unveiled, illuminating their face and short pink hair. It was enough for Dream to recognize them.

It was Niki. Niki, who Dream hadn’t seen for pushing-on two years, and barely spoke to before that. Niki, who everyone loved. Dream had no idea why she was here in the first place, why she wasn’t happily away at home or searching for him with the rest of the crowd. (Dream didn’t know what she wanted from him, and that was dangerous)

“Shh,” Niki whispered, draping her coat on top of the lantern to block its light now that he saw who she was. Dream didn’t make a sound. The night air seemed to prickle, filled with anticipation and poorly-suppressed panic, empty despite the sounds of the hunters, coming closer, closer, closer. Niki pushed him further against the base of the trunk, motions slow and silent. Neither of them dared to breathe.

Slowly, the voices and footsteps and clanks of metal moved on, pushing forward. That was it. That was fucking it. They were gone. (Hopefully, or they could just be pausing, maybe the blood left a trail behind, maybe they found it, maybe they were going to follow it back and find him, and Niki too, who he still had no idea why she was doing this but he couldn’t imagine people would like it very much to find her hiding there with Dream, and he might fucking deserve whatever happened to him but she sure didn’t–)

Dream made sure that they were gone before he opened his mouth, still trying to keep his voice low. He wasn’t getting caught now, not after all of this. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Niki whispered back. She looked over Dream and he could tell she was frowning. “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

“It’s not an issue,” Dream dismissed, voice quiet. He could deal with it. It was fine, it wasn’t bothering him. (He didn’t want to be any further in her debt than he already was) “Don’t worry about it.”

“Seriously, Dream. When did you get hurt?” Niki asked, and he was just able to make out her pursed lips and gleaming eyes in the darkness.

“Does-does it matter, really?” Dream scowled. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, hell no,” Niki responded, her voice rising alongside her refusal. “I have a couple healing potions on me right now, and you are going to heal yourself up.”

Dream sighed. He hated relying on those things, he knew that he shouldn’t, that they were bad for him, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. (And, if he didn’t agree now, she would keep pushing, and that might get them caught if they were even slightly too long) “Fine. Just one.”

Niki dug around in one of the pockets of her coat before she produced a potion, the liquid dark and indistinct, but Dream knew that in the daylight it would be a bright bright pink. “Here.” She held it out to him, and he took it cautiously, as if the glass would break and impale his flesh if he put any more pressure on it.

Dream raised the potion to his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as the too-sweet liquid hit his throat. (It tasted like pain and felt like pain and promised pain, even though Dream knew it was different, he was choosing to do this, no one was making him do it, this was helping him, he had to just let it help him) He set the bottle down once it was empty, magic surging through his body and stitching his body back together, skin and muscle reforming to bridge the gaps of torn flesh.

“Thanks.” Dream handed the glass bottle back to Niki, who immediately placed it back in her coat pocket. (Actually, was the coat hers? It sure looked a lot like Wilbur’s, Dream noted, even down to the patches) Even empty, a bottle could be reused to make another potion, and it certainly saved you a trip to the desert to get the sand you needed for glass.

“No problem,” Niki murmured. “It looked like you needed it, and I have plenty at home already, y’know?” She turned to face the forest, eyes scanning for anything moving, but Dream could tell she was still looking at him in the corner of her eye. (People didn’t like leaving Dream unattended when there was a chance he might do something, he had learned) “Please don’t make a big deal of it, but my base’s entrance is just a little bit out of the forest and to the right; no one knows about it, but anyone – and I mean anyone – who needs help can get it there. You can stay there for a night or two, if you want.” She shrugged. “Or not. It’s your choice in the end.”

Dream pushed down the tired embers of anger, of pride, of she thinks I need help, of she’s only doing this because she feels bad for me. He did need help, and he was in no position to deny it. (If that was just it, if that was the only reason she was helping him out, then that meant that she didn’t actually want anything from him, maybe it wasn’t some trap for him, maybe it was just pity. If it was just pity, all he had to do was look sad and pathetic and helpless and she would help, hopefully. It wasn’t complicated, it wasn’t rocket science or anything. He could do that) He nodded. “I won’t cause trouble.”

“Seriously, thank you,” Niki murmured. She smiled at him, almost apologetically. “Sorry, but I gotta go. Just try not to get caught once I leave, alright?”

“Sure. See you later?” Dream didn’t know how to do this. Prime, he had no idea how to do this and maybe he wasn’t bleeding out now, but he still almost felt like he was, and he hadn’t had any actual human interaction in what, a full year? He was out of practice with conversations that didn’t involve trying to convince someone not to hurt you.

“Sounds good.” And then Niki slipped away, headed who-knows-where. Dream didn’t care much. It wasn’t his problem. (She…probably wouldn’t go to the hunters. If this was all a trap, she wouldn’t of left. She would of stayed and kept him here until the hunters found and killed him. She would of come with him to her base to make sure he did what she wanted and then told the hunters to make sure he didn’t escape. And she hadn’t done any of that. She just had told him a place he could go and left without any attempt to force him there, and that meant she was probably telling the truth. It was probably safe, but Dream had trusted a lot of the wrong people before, and paid the price for that mistake. He wasn’t eager to do that again)

Dream pulled himself up after he was sure she was gone, his fingernails digging into the tree bark. Okay. He wasn’t bleeding anymore. The hunters had – probably – left the area. (He could only hope that he hadn’t missed any of those damn compasses) He was fine. He was probably in the clear, as much as he could be now.

He might take up Niki’s offer, actually. Her place was closer than Punz’s, after all, even closer than the rendezvous (and that was one reason he shouldn’t do this, that he needed to meet up with Punz and talk to them, but he could do that tomorrow and he might not have the–ability to get there, not completely; Punz had waited a whole year, they could wait just one more day), and it might be a good idea to be…friendly with her, if nothing else. But that would be it. Now, even more than ever, being known as his ally was basically a death sentence. The whole reason Niki was doing this was that she was nice (“anyone – and I mean anyone – who needs help can get it there”; Dream was included in that anyone, not other, not an exception, not a monster, and that surprised him; Niki was treating him like anyone else, like an actual person), and Dream didn’t want to put her in danger (he didn’t want any of this to happen, he didn’t anyone to get hurt).

But Dream could just stay the night there, be gone by morning and hopefully before she came back, and just pay that back through a couple of favors and be done. Maybe talk to Niki occasionally or help her out, because he also had to make up for the potion she wasted on him. But that would be it, and it would be fine.

He could do that. He just had to get going right now, and not get caught. He could do that. And, if he could fucking do that, he could get to that base, take inventory and figure out what he needed, maybe take a nap, and then go. That was it. That was all he had to do. It would be easy. He just had to go. Just start walking. One foot in front of the other. It was easy.

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As Dream descended down the staircase, he found himself mildly surprised. He didn’t know what he had expected really, maybe a bunker, a few rooms underground, but definitely not the city he found himself entering, the walls lined with glittering quartz and torches. (He ignored how much the flames looked like lava) Dream couldn’t stop himself from running a hand along the smooth stone, cold to the touch. The feeling was so foreign after months of burning-hot obsidian under his fingers.

The boots Techno gave him (the one thing he didn’t take back) clinked against the stone as he descended, each step carefully controlled. He wasn’t going to fall. Dream was tired, but it was fine. He could still stand up, he could still walk, he could still move. He wasn’t going to fall down these stupid stairs.

By the time Dream reached the end of the flight of stairs, he was closer to clinging to the wall than just touching it. Still. He was fine. His body was just being stupid and tired because he hadn’t slept in an actual bed for a full year. That was it. He was going to take a nap and everything would be fine. That would be the end of it.

Words were chiseled into the quartz wall across from the bottom of the staircase, and the letters seemed to swim before his eyes. Ah. Dream knew that was bad. He could still read it if he squinted, though.

Everyone is Welcome. Well, wasn’t that nice. Beyond that, the passage ended and there was a sharp turn to the right, but Dream could see that the flickering torchlight continued around the turn.

He followed the light, watching as the passageway opened into a colossal cavern, what looked like houses carved out of the stone itself. Niki must of hollowed this entire mountain out, Dream thought idly. Well, good for her. (It certainly seemed like she had the time to do it, all the time in the world, while he had rotted)

Dream scanned the area, looking for any sign of life and finding none. Okay, he was probably fine then. He started down another flight of stairs leading down to the closest terrace. (He didn’t think that he could get much farther, he just needed to get there and into a bed and out of here before the dawn broke, that was it, it shouldn’t be hard but dark spots were beginning to form at the edges of his vision and his hands were shaking and, actually, he was pretty sure his whole body was shaking at this point, and none of that was unusual but he still knew it was bad–)

Dream dug his naked fingers into the rock desperately when a wave of exhaustion hit his body, all but folding into himself as he swooned and almost fell. For a moment afterward, he just stood there, panting, his fingers bleeding from the crystal (it’s not like he hadn’t blooded his knuckles again and again and again on obsidian, this was nothing, and his hands were already bloody, weren’t they?), trying to calm his racing heart and fluttering breath and not fall down. He was cold, Dream realized. He was so, so cold. (He had always despised the lava, but now that it was gone, Dream wanted nothing more than for it to be there again, the constant heat and patterns and pops and distractions, the terror that it falling always brought) But he had to keep going. If there was a bed (and there had to be, who would make a whole underground city full of houses and not have beds in all of them), there would be blankets, or at least sheets. He could work with that. It would be enough.

Dream managed to snap himself out of whatever trance he had fallen in and stumbled towards the dwelling’s entrance, managing to pull the door open after a few tries with his bloody hands and drag himself inside. It was a simple enough room, just a chest and crafting table and a regular table, complete with an accompanying chair, and – thank Prime – a bed. An actual fucking bed. That was all the impetus Dream needed to check the door and lock it, using the rest of his strength to drag the chair over and barricade the door for extra insurance, before collapsing onto the bed and just lying there, soaking in the softness and comfort he didn’t know that he had missed so much (that he didn’t deserve). His fingers got to work unbuckling his sword belt and pushing it off the edge of the bed, leaving it to fall to the floor with a loud clash. He instinctively jumped at the noise, like he knew he would, but he was too tired to care.

He could check the chest later, see if anything was useful in there, and try to find something he could use to transport items – he wasn’t going to be able to survive like this for much longer, especially not without pockets. But that didn’t matter right now. Right now, he was going to go to sleep and hopefully wake up before dawn so that he could get out of this place without running into Niki. (Even if she had invited him in, he didn’t want to risk her wrath if she had changed her mind or wanted to keep him there or thought he was more trouble than he was worth)

Dream let his eyes flutter closed and fell into a fitful sleep.

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writemekpop · 2 years

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Hitched | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Summary: You find a ring in Haechan’s closet, but you don’t want him to propose...

Genre: Established relationship AU, angsty

Word Count: 0.6k

It was unmistakeable. A tiny velvet box. Inside it, was a gorgeous vintage diamond ring. You closed your boyfriend’s closet door with shaking fingers. This meant only one thing…

Haechan was going to propose.

A cold sweat broke out on your neck. You weren’t ready for this! You had only just moved in together, and you were still getting used to living with someone who used Minnie Mouse bedsheets and left a trail of orange Cheeto crumbs wherever he went. You loved him, but it was all too fast.

You couldn’t tell him that, though. If Haechan found out you didn’t want to marry him, he would think you didn’t love him. It would break his big old heart. You had to pray he would wait for a few weeks so you could get your head straight…

In the end, you didn’t have a few weeks. Everything erupted that very evening.

You were watching Scooby-Doo! reruns (It was Haechan’s night to choose) when an advert came on for an engagement ring company. You freaked out - you didn’t know what to do.

“M-marriage,” you blurted out. “Such a beautiful… thing, no?”

Haechan nodded too fast. “I know right?”

You continued, “I would love to get married. With… you of course, as I- love you.”

Awkwardly, you twisted over to peck him on the cheek. Haechan circled his arms stiffly around you.

Your heart was racing. Could he sense your awkwardness?

You would have to be more convincing.

“I wanna marry you so bad. I mean, it’s a shame we’re not married already!” you said.

He was turning red. “No, I wanna marry you more!” He licked his lips nervously. “Let’s get engaged… this year!”

“No, this month!”

“This week!”

“Today!” you stuttered.

Before you knew what you were doing, you dropped down on one knee. “L-lee Donghyuck, will you marry me?”

Oh no. How had this happened? You were felt like the first person in history to propose to someone while praying that they would say no.

“I would love to marry you…” Haechan began, and your heart sank. Then he said, “b-but you don’t have a ring! Too bad.”

You blinked. “What? I thought you’d already bought a ring.”

Haechan shook his head. “No.”

“I found a ring in your closet. I thought you were going to propose.”

A crooked grin broke out on Haechan’s face. It was like the sun peeking above the horizon.

“Oh, is that why you’re so crazy about marriage today?”

You nodded.

Haechan continued, “That’s my mother’s ring. She forced me to have it, even though I told her many times that I wasn’t getting married anytime soon.”

Your shoulders sank in relief. “That’s what I thought. It’s way too soon, right? I was just terrified that if I told you I didn’t want to get married, it would hurt your feelings.”

Haechan smiled. “Come here, Y/n.”

He lifted his arm and you snuggled into your usual hug position. You fit perfectly into him - like you were made for each other.

“I do love you,” Haechan murmured into your hair, “but a wedding is a little too much to handle right now.”

You nodded in agreement, humming in pure bliss at the comfortable moment. Haechan’s body radiated warmth from under his woollen pullover. It was like he was your personal teddy bear.

After a while, you whispered, “Can you believe we were about to get married just to avoid hurting each other’s feelings?”��

Haechan laughed loudly, sending vibrations through his chest. “Crazy, right?”

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