#is the device on her arm help her jump throughout time?

[oozedninjas]

Ghost Bridal

Summary: Rumor has it that the mystical jungle spirit will only resurface if a sacrifice is presented. However, Leo is taken aback. A sacrifice bridal wasn't something he would've expected from the people he vowed to protect. But with his mind clouded by the heat of his mating season, he resolves to accept you as oblation.

WARNINGS: NSFW/ 18+ / MDNI/10 years after the 2007 movie, so Leo 27-29/use of the word slut once/light dirty talk/mention of sexual toys/dry humping /oral (fem receiving) /Xenobiology (knot mentions)/somnophilia (if you read between the lines, squinting) / penetrative sex/chafing, bleeding and bruising/ aftercare/mating cycles/ The reader is referred to with she/her pronouns and possesses female anatomy/ Leo being the best boy despite the situation :')

Word count: 4,522

A/N: I now have an Ao3 account! This, along with other pieces, will be there by tomorrow!

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"Quick, it's about to start!" Mikey exclaimed, gesturing with his arm, urging them closer.

Donatello arrived first, arranging the cushions on the couch for Splinter. Just as he finished, Leo assisted him in sitting down, and Raphael placed a bowl of popcorn in his lap.

"I'm glad my sons make time to watch dramas with their father," Splinter commented.

Observing them all seated, his expression softened. Despite their age, they would always be his boys.

"We'll always have time for you, Dad," Mikey returned the smile.

The drama began. Donnie dimmed the lights with a small wrist device. The room fell quiet, illuminated only by the old television. Leo leaned his back on the sofa with a gentle expression before an itch of incompleteness stinged him again, rough, and stomach-twisting.

“There she is,” Splinter voiced, “I bet she will confess her love for Ma-”

The channel changed. On the screen, the afternoon news.

"Michelangelo!" 

Mikey jumped, searching for the remote long lost between the cushions on his side of the couch. Leo got up to help, removing the pillows while vaguely listening to the fast-paced voice of the reporter.

"The inhabitants are desperately sending smoke signals and performing spiritual rituals to summon back the ghost of the jungle, a vigilante spirit who guarded the village ten years ago."

Leo's eyes snapped back to the screen.

"The situation is unsustainable. The factory is damaging the ecosystem. Losing it would signify the beginning of a collapse for humanity," said a doctor with exasperation. He pulled the mic from the news reporter as he approached the camera.

"If somehow you're listening, please come back. The jungle needs you. We need-"

The channel changed back to the drama.

"Found it," Mickey said, waving the remote. 

No one cared anymore. Every pair of eyes was fixated upon Leo, whose heart pounded within his chest, echoing throughout his shell.

"You must go," said Splinter.

He tensed, sensing Raph’s gaze over him.

"We must go,” he said, turning to his brothers. “All of us." 

Donatello sighed. "I'm allergic to mosquito bites."

Mikey grimaced. "Since when?"

"Since now." 

Raphael gave Leo a barely noticeable melancholic smile.

"We aren’t kids anymore. It ain't the end of the world if ya gotta disappear for a bit," he said teasingly.

"Oh, I get it. It's a solo trip," Mikey said, lowering his gaze.

"I won't be far for too long," Leo remarked as if it were a promise.

Donatello scoffed. "We'll survive without you for quite a while. Don't rush to commitment. We know."

At that moment, all he could offer Donnie was a smile. However, as Leo descended from the cargo ship and stepped into the border of the jungle, he finally understood what his brother meant. Taking a deep breath of the fresh, humid air of the greenery, his gaze danced along the flora surrounding him. This was it—the missing piece: nature. The sensation of embracing a certain aspect of himself that could not find fulfillment in the heart of a bustling city.

— – -

It took Leo no more than two months to gradually dismantle the construction site. An appearance here, a couple of blows there, a few noises at night, and a town full of people who convinced the businessmen responsible for the project that the jungle ghost was as tangible as the machinery stripping the trees. And that was it. He could go back after completing the mission.

However, akin to the first time, he stayed. This time not out of fear of not meeting his father’s expectations, but because adulthood had taught him it was okay to take breaks. It was okay for him not to be a leader, an elder brother, or a ninja all the time. It was more than okay to just be Leo.

After another couple of months, plants had claimed the machinery's remains. Some metal pieces still exposed to the sun sparkled, giving it an almost magical touch. The town's inhabitants built a statue resembling an anthropomorphic monk. It wasn't exactly cute, but Leo supposed it was better than revealing his true identity.

Living in the wild brought a new adventure every second, and Leo couldn't stay still. During the day, he collected food and brought it to his old underground hideout, a sort of cenote reflecting sunlight by day and stars at night, with enough space to exist in peace.

With the moon as his guide, he took care of various issues entrusted to him by the community. More than anything, moving heavy objects or patrolling certain areas. Given that most people were elderly, it was understandable.

Feeling free was satisfying. It was nice having a personal sense of purpose, liberated from the weight of carrying a team, and away from the possible repercussions of his decisions. There were no external pressures, no responsibilities beyond those self-imposed, and although there were nights when he missed his brothers, video calls were more than enough, as Donnie had gifted him a high-tech device before he left. Things were far better than alright… until winter wore off.

On the first morning of spring, Leo awoke to a familiar heat rising in his lower belly, prompting a strong urge to relieve the discomfort. He groaned. It only worsened with time. Regardless of the hour of day, he found himself suddenly lost in thoughts about his sexual toys, and all the ways he could be using them. The more he tried to distract himself, the more the memory of the relief they provided infiltrated his every waking moment. 

Leo hummed, pressing a hand down his plastron, over the area that ached the most. It was beginning to get pretty sensitive. Bad sign. 

Perhaps the villagers wouldn't be alarmed if he missed work for just one night, but as the next night came, and the next, and the next, things showed no sign of improvement. Leo began to feel more than just anxious. To make matters worse, at this point, not even fucking his fist was enough. It helped get his mind clear for the day, but the underskin burning never quite faded.

Leo turned over his leaf-makeshift bed, which now seemed ten times more unpleasant, and tried in vain to suppress the urge to go out and figure out how to make it more comfortable for himself and his ma– Leo snorted at the thought. It was horrible to endure instincts conflicting with rational thought. There had never been such a thing as a 'mate' in his life. A couple of partners, sure, but nothing close to someone who saw him like this. The mere thought of being unable to hold back or keep composure twisted his stomach.

“Fuck—” he sighed under his breath.

His hand closed around his shaft, gripping it deliciously as he moved it fast-paced. Small whimpers fell from his lips, heat spreading through his body. The peak of the season was the worst part of it. 

His head fell back as he hissed, hooded eyes locked in the sky as he chased his release. His voice rose more than he'd like as he came loud and long, spilling hot loads all over his plastron.

Leo coughed before catching his breath. He cleansed himself with a rag dampened in cold water, the sensation leaving him slightly dizzy. Every inch of his body ached. As he focused on the soothing coolness, a faint sound of footsteps reached him. He sharpened his hearing; an agitated breath came with it. Someone dared to trespass into his territory. 

The mere thought sent anger coursing through his veins, propelling him hastily toward the origin of the sound. He landed with a resounding thud, causing the scattered branches on the ground to snap beneath his weight. The intruder staggered backward. His katana reached their throat, halting mere inches before the tender flesh.

As the moonlight cast its glow, clarity washed over his vision: a woman, draped in an ethereal white fabric, lay sprawled on the ground. The wind carried her scent to his nose, and he instinctively covered his snout with his forearm before retreating, concealing himself behind a sturdy tree. His pupils dilated, taking her in.

"What are you doing here?" Leo rasped.

— – -   

You gasped a couple of times before digesting that what you just saw was not human. 

It’s okay, you said to yourself, It’s him. It's the same voice, steady, gravelly, and with a hint of sparkle. He who had rescued you so many years ago. He, who took care of everyone in the village. He, to whom the elders held respect and affection. Once you caught your breath, you began to recite long-memorized lines.

"Mighty spirit of the wild, protector of the jungle, I— I have been sent as an oblation for you to do as you please. If that brings you back to our aid."

Leo scoffed, disbelief evident in his expression. "They forced you here?" Anger was palpable in his voice. Perhaps he had been protecting the wrong kind of people.

"No!" you quickly clarified. "I offered myself.”

Your scent was intoxicating: sweet with a hint of spice. He focused on breathing through his mouth.

“Why?”

You gave one step closer, cautiously. “Consider it a payback. For your help to everyone in the village.”

"Payback?" he sneered. “I came back of my own free will. You owe me nothing.”

The urge to approach and tap your cheeks was gnawing at him. Fuck, he hated not to be in his freaking right mind. Hold it, Leo chanted in his mind. Hold it just for one more minute.

"I still want to lend you a hand,” you mumbled. “I- I have worked customer service, so I understand that taking care of other's needs constantly drains energy. I just thought you might want an extra hand."

Why was your voice suddenly so alluring? He huffed, exhausted.

"You offered yourself as a sacrifice bridal because you think I'm burnt out?"

You could hear a certain tension in his voice, stitched with a hint of sass—although, he seemed to be speaking through gritted teeth. Was he in pain?

His tone was harsher than he intended, perhaps due to the embarrassment of enduring his heat in the worst possible way. The branches and dirt cracked under your weight as you approached. Leo tensed, gripping his katana tightly.

“I know I may not have all my screws in place, but I wanted to return the favor for all the times you’ve saved us, that’s all. Help around in any way you see fit, whether it's assisting with chores you're too tired to do or whatever else you wish."

Your voice was as soft as a velvety touch wrapping around him, sensually caressing him like the finest silky fabric. It sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed a gasp when you reached his side. His heart rate surged, echoing through every blood vessel. Leo moved back, the sharp katana once again mere inches away from your face, yet this time, trembling like he wasn't strong enough to hold it.

You raised your hands, palms showing. "But it's up to you. I really don't want to disturb you further."

You observed him wrestling with inner turmoil, his face taut, burdened by indecision. 

"You don’t understand what you’d be getting into." His gaze matched the depth of his voice.

"Tell me."

Leo exhaled heavily, whispering, "I'm burning."

He sounded like he was dying. 

“Are you sick?”

You took a step closer, and his face became much clearer.

He let out a sort of sardonic laugh. “No.”

Then you saw it: desire blazing bright in his eyes. You took a deep breath, considering. He remained as still as if he was another three in the green landscape. It hit you right there.

"Spring is when the reproductive cycle of life forms begins, isn't it?" you were searching for toned-down words so as not to make him uncomfortable. “That's what's happening to you," you stated, half matter-of-factly, half realizing it. 

"Then you understand what it would mean to stay and help me," he said. "So leave. Run back, I'll guard your flank."

You stood your ground, despite your shaky legs. “I'll help.”

“What?” he gasped in disbelief.

“I won't go back as a failure, and I won't let you suffer when you've broken your back to keep us safe. I will help you.” you stated. The resolution in your voice made him shiver.

"You don’t get it," he said, feeling every ounce of self-control slowly dropping off his body. 

Shit, he wanted to just accept. Why was he even holding back? Bet you were such a slut, bet you were thinking how would it feel to have your pretty cunt so fucking stretched by his knot.

“I do. You need reli-” 

"No, you don't," he snapped. The blue mask framed the gravity of his expression. "When I start, I won’t stop. Not even if you beg, not even if you cry. Is that clear?" 

You swallowed hard, your voice carrying a slight tremor as you responded, "Yeah."

"For as long as it lasts, I won't let you leave. You might get hurt... do you understand?"

"Yes," you muttered, finally mustering the courage to slowly push the sword out of the way. He allowed it, his eyes guarded.

You aimed closer, taking one steady step after the other. Your hand reached out until the tips of your fingers finally grazed his plastron. You slid them until the full palm pressed against it. He shivered under your touch, a faint sound escaping his lips. A moan?

There was a different glow in his eyes when he settled them back on you. They shone like he was seeing something beyond. His hand closed around your wrist, pulling you. Your chest crashed against his front, knocking the air out of you. Another mutant hand gripped you tight on the opposite side. His face landed on the crook of your neck. He growled as he took a deep breath before letting out a sigh. You held your breath.

Leo stopped, his agitated breathing inches away from your ear. Raspy, desperate, needy.

"Wait here. I'll come back for you in an hour," he instructed, reluctantly breaking the embrace to hold your face. You moved with him as he seemed to rock you. His forehead was inches away from yours. "This is your chance to flee."

He let go, and as if he were indeed a ghost, he vanished into the shadows of the night.

—--------

You waited until the thin clouds finished traveling the night sky, clearing it entirely, allowing the stars to shine. For a moment, doubt crept in, making you wonder if he would return.

"You stayed," he muttered in disbelief.

You snapped back, scanning for the source of his voice. He landed before you, a smoother descent this time. His demeanor underwent a subtle change, softer and tinted with a hint of nervousness.

"Follow me," he instructed.

You stood up, shook the dirt off the white cloth covering you, and trailed behind him through the vines and bushes. With his sword, Leo skillfully cut through some overly dense branches, making a path for you.

"Where are we going, ghost?"

"To a secluded place," he said. After a brief pause, he added, "My name is Leonardo."

You snorted. He halted, casting a quizzical look over his shoulder.

"Sorry, I was expecting something less... ordinary," you chuckled. "It's a beautiful name; a bit too formal, tho. Can I call you Leo?"

He smirked, resuming his pace. You were easy to talk to, a quality he found comforting. "Sure. So, what's yours?"

You shared your name, and he said it back. “Pretty.”

His voice, along with the praise, made your belly tingle.

He took you to a kind of cenote a couple of meters below. The surroundings stole your breath. Various shades of green foliage reclined on moss, bathed in the glow of a mellow fire dancing near the shore. The light cast the reflection of the water swells upon the walls of earth and rock. 

Beyond the flames of the campfire, there was a makeshift… nest? —more resembling leaves intertwined over the mushy moss— stacked beneath a rock bowl. The scent of flowers lingered heavily. There would likely be more than a couple on the seemingly soft pile. It looked like he had been living there for a while. 

The feeling of his hands on your sides jolted you. You turned. He was looking down at you, his gaze intense, silently conveying a question, hungered for answers. His teeth clamped together, still in pain, it seemed. You placed your hand over his.

"It's okay. I'm not afraid." 

"No?" 

Leo cupped your cheek, his fingers gently tapping. It seemed like something he couldn't suppress any longer. In an attempt to reciprocate, you did the same to him, using both hands.

“No.”

It must have struck a nerve because he yanked you from the spot where you stood, practically tossing you into the heap of leaves. He landed above you, a hand behind your head. It was so sudden that it made you dizzy. You clung to the edge of his plastron as he pressed you against it. 

Leo caught your mouth. His kiss was deep, fervent, demanding, exuding an almost fuel-ignited heat. His tongue interlaced with yours, and he moaned when you kept up with him. 

You gasped for air when he let go. A pang of bolt-like tickles sprouted and spread from your belly through your veins, and they reverberated through every place he explored with open, calloused palms. He dragged his hand across your side, all three fingers groping your breasts ravenously, pinching your nipples above the fabric. You gasped.

Leo carried his kisses to your neck, nibbling at it right over your pulse line, sucking the soft flesh hard enough to make you yelp. That would leave a mark. He grinned over the bruise before finding another spot near it to make another.

You felt his grip over your thighs as one of his hands had somehow found out how to go past that ridiculously long bride-like dress. You embraced him with your legs, pulling him close to your core and arching your back as if you were in heat alike upon feeling his front so tight against your cunt.

He humped over your clothed slit, pushing your legs wider to accommodate himself, after which he thrust again, this time letting out an earnest groan right into your ear. His hot breath against your skin gave you goosebumps. 

You whimpered, seeking a place to anchor yourself. Slipping a hand through the top of his shell, you secured yourself to his broad shoulders as he kept grinding on you frantically. 

You spread your legs wider in an attempt to feel the friction better. The lower part of his plastron was soaked, and the slimy moisture seeped through your clothing smoothly. It felt so good that you started clenching and unclenching to increase the sensation.

His voice quivered as a hot liquid damped you down, sticking to the clothes. You remained there, fixed as he caught his breath. Leo got up on his knees. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. You could then notice every perfectly formed muscle on his body. Below his belly, his cock was glistening with the slick of the previous cum. His size was not as intimidating as the knot at the base, swollen and somewhat red. He looked almost immaculate.

Leo removed the blue bandana in one swift movement, and in the next, he ripped off the ruined dress off your body. He panted, gaze lusting over your nakedness. His predatory gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

"Such a pretty little cunt," he said with a half-grin on his face. "Not wide enough to fit me, tho. Gotta fix that first."

He pushed your labia open with raspy thumbs before leaning down. You breathed in sharply upon sensing his snout so close. Leo licked a stripe over your slit, steady and soft. You gaped, holding his head with trembling fingers. His tongue was thick, mushy-like. You moaned when he circled it over your clit, before sucking on it. Your hips snapped up, offering as much of yourself as he was willing to take.

Leo lingered there, feasting on your puffy nub. You closed your eyes, head falling back. Soft whimpers and sighs echoed through the place as you squirmed between his arms.

He slid back to your entrance and pushed in, moaning at the taste. After a couple of testing thrusts, he began fucking you with his tongue: sleek, hot, and skilled in a way you weren't prepared for. 

You pushed his head deeper into you so your clit would rub against his snout, building an exquisite warmth inside your belly. Leo sensed you tensing under his grip, and he gave until the hot, sweet spasms of your walls told him you were satisfied.

His cock pulsated more with each passing moment, aching to get entirely sucked by your hot insides, and move. But fuck, if Leo retained yet one ounce of self-control, he committed it to ensure he wouldn't harm you that much. 

A fine line of saliva followed him for a fraction of a second when he pulled away, panting. He cleaned his face with his palm to then fist his cock, right above the swollen knot. You lifted your legs by pulling them towards you from behind the thighs, gaze thoroughly hypnotized by the sight of him lining with you. 

Leo let out a breathy moan as he pushed into you, the heat, the softness, and the sight taking away the last drops of his rational thought. 

The stretch stung slightly, but god, other than that, it was heavenly smooth. He bottomed out. Before he even moved, Leo spilled one hot load after the other, brimming you with cum. 

“Fuck—,” he panted. 

His chin rested on the crook of your neck. Your hands flew to his back, and you caressed his shell lovingly. His breathing evened with each controlled exhalation, yet the grip of his fingers over your flesh hadn't relaxed one scrap. It gave you the impression that he was holding back. Despite his feral desires, on the verge of losing his mind to pure instinct, he remained steadfast in his commitment not to harm you. Your heart melted.

“It's okay. I can take it,” you whispered tenderly, leaning your head over his, embracing him further.  

“No, this is— this is enough.” he gritted, voice sore. 

“Hey, I don't like giving half-heartedly. I told you it was alright," you told him, but it didn't seem like it was going through his stubborn head. So you changed the tone to try your luck. "Besides, I like how you feel inside me. I bet you'd fuck me so good."

His breath hitched. 

You grinned, clenching around his cock. “I bet you’re wondering how it’d feel, if you pushed your cute knot inside me.” 

“Stop it.” 

“Why?”

“I can’t— “

“Say you don’t want to.” you pulled his face to make him look at you. Hooded eyes bearing such a delightful dark gaze. He was about to snap, just one more small push. “Say you don’t want to breed me so fucking much it drips off my cunt. Say it, and I’ll shut up and let this to your own devices.”

His pupils dilate entirely. "Say that again." 

"Breed me so good." 

He kissed you at the same time he thrust, setting a frantic pace. His dick felt heavenly. It effortlessly reached the best spot inside you. You kept him pinned in the right place with the clasp of your legs, getting friction over your clit. 

He forced the pulsating nub inward, the stretch sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Ah— shit, yes. Yes.” he gritted, his voice drunken-like.

Irrepressible moaning streamed like a pretty song as his pace quickened. Leo sounded so fucking hot, relishing the instant. His orgasm triggered your own. Your back arched, and he slipped his arms underneath you, bringing you impossibly near to him as his dick pulsated deliciously, spreading the warmth within him through you.

Leo didn't stop after that. He continued to fuck you until your inner thighs bled from the continuous chafing against the edges of his shell, babbling something about pretty babies with your eyes. He was thoroughly unbound, mind spinning, burning as much as his passion for you. 

At some point, reality became a vaporous reflection on tempered glass. You were facing him at one moment, and then next, Leo held you by the hips as he ravished you in doggy style. His groaning, along with the lewd sound of wet skin slapping, anchored you to consciousness just enough to feel him spilling another hot wave of cum.

— – -

You woke up to the soft symphony produced by the combined sounds of the jungle—small animals rustling their wings, the wind whispering through the branches, a distant echo of a bird's song. The sun bathed the water in light, creating small waves that reflected the tranquil movement of the water all around.

Every inch of your body ached so intensely that the mere contemplation of movement welled tears in your eyes. Perhaps it had been too much. When you tried to shift, you felt something wet adhering to the skin of your thighs. Looking down, you found seaweed moistened with a scent that resembled a subtle mix of herbs.

A firm hand caressed your arm, and you tensed. However, the grip was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to touch you. Slowly, you turned around. There he lay, gazing at you with bright, guilt-filled eyes.

"Good morning."

“Hello,” you greeted back.

"I'm sorry. It was-"

It's okay," you interrupted, placing a hand over his own. "I signed up for it. I told you I'd tough it out. Don't be too hard on yourself."

His gaze softened.

"Yet, I'm sorry I hurt you."

"You followed his gaze toward the area closed off with herbs. Bruises spread underneath. Then you noticed that, except for those bruises, you were pristine, and so was the place where you slept.

"You cleaned me up?"

"I had to do something for you. Although I know it's not enough, it’s a beginning," he said, fluttering the tips of his fingers near the damaged area.

"Thanks. So, is it over, or…?"

"The worst part is, we should be okay as long as someone keeps her mouth in check," he teased.

You chortled. "Sorry, not sorry."

He shared a laugh with you. Just as it subsided, Leo drew you into a tender embrace, snuggling you in a way that set your heart aflutter.

"I'm gonna keep you safe," he whispered.

You froze, a touch overwhelmed by the unexpected affection. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. The moment lingered until a rumble from your stomach shattered the magic. Your cheeks burned bright red. Leo chuckled softly.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

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[delcakoo]

hey ema I dunno if your requests are still open but I was wondering if you could make a scenario in where reader is studying at a café for her periodic exam, and jungwon is a barista if that made sense haha. so like barista!jungwon x fem!reader ehrejerje

how are you? how's school? currently studying😔😭

helloo love, i have a cold rn but i’m alive T-T ty for asking jsjndjs, my requests are closed but since i need a distraction from blowing my nose every 5 seconds.. here u go <3 and good luck studying! me and jungwon are cheering for you!! (SOFT HOURS ARE CLOSED!)

9:51PM — you simply refuse to take a glance outside the small cafe’s window. it would only be a reminder that you’d just spent your entire, precious saturday afternoon studying things that were, frankly, a bunch of nonsenical bullshit.

but either way, this was the school system — you had no other choice but to continue copying notes onto your cue cards and sighing at the low humming emitting from your laptop, the poor device practically screaming, ‘give me a break you lunatic!’.

the only thing keeping you sane throughout the whole night spent in the now dreadfully empty cafe was the cute boy who’d been serving you since you arrived, and perhaps your cup of coffee that was sat depressingly on the table in front of you.

when you finally look up from your notes, you realise it’s only the two of you left in said coffee shop. jungwon, his name tag read, was now wiping down the tables, sleeves pulled above his elbows and coal shaded hair bouncing everytime he strokes the wood clean.

he seems to be at peace and strangely satisfied with what he’s doing, taking his sweet time to wash every corner, contrary to most employees who’d probably be doing a half-assed job by now in hopes of closing up quicker.

it seems he must’ve felt your staring; soft cat eyes with a hint of exhaustion raising to meet your own equally as tired ones.

jungwon sends you a smile, so you offer him a perk of your own lips in return.

before you can greet him, he catches you off guard in the worst way possible, “what’s the political ideology with one dictator that controls the lives of—“

“fascism!” you blurt before he can even finish, immediately flushing in embarassment. the boy swiftly bends over in laughter, nose scrunching adorably and a dimple poking through the apple of his cheek.

“oh my god, you’re crazy!” he cackles, leaning on the table with a disbelieving gaze in your direction.

you giggle as well almost painfully, resting your head in your palms. “stop, i’m going insane. all i can think of is politics now,” you wince. “how’d you know i was studying that?”

jungwon gives you a smirk that makes your heart flutter involuntarily, “dunno, maybe ‘cause i’ve been watching you sit there since what.. three, two pm?”

you groan, “don’t remind me.”

the raven haired boy sends you a sympathetic glance before picking up his washcloth, continuing to scrub the table in front of him. despite the fact his arms must be aching by now, jungwon puts just as much effort into his duty as before. your eyes shimmer with admiration, watching him bite his lip in concentration.

“once i’m done with these last tables, i can help you go over it one more time before closing.” you jump slightly at his sudden suggestion, almost getting lost in the comforting sight of this stranger.

you raise a hand in disagreement, “oh, no, you must be dying to go home, you don’t have to do that.”

“true,” jungwon admits, “but.. i don’t wanna say bye to you yet.” an unreadable glint is in his eyes as he stares down at you from across the cafe, the ends of his lips perking up in amusement at your gaping expression.

what does that mean? your heart pounds faster in your chest, gulping down an incoming burst or butterflies.

“o-oh. in that case, me neither.” you find yourself fidgeting like you’re back in high school, talking to your first crush.

he beams at your words, “great, give me five minutes.”

at that moment, you decide that you’ll definitely be coming back to this cafe, exam or not.

if you enjoyed, reblogs n’ comments are always appreciated!

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[kilikina34512]

Falling in Love Just a Little Bit

I found a moment to write something for a holiday and had it done on time! There's a first time for everything! It's short and small and not what I'd originally wanted to do for the day of love, but I worked with my real life demands and was able to create this, so I'm happy. I hope it makes you just as happy as it makes me.

This story is inspired by this TikTok. Not sure why this scene below is what popped in my head as I watched it, but I stopped trying to understand how my logic jumps around long ago. Divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics. Make sure to check them out!

Pairing: Loki x f!OC (Astra)

Summary: The mortal Loki can't help but admire puts him unknowingly further under her spell.

Warnings: fluffy cute

Word Count: 854

Loki opened the door to his rooms at the tower and paused for a moment before continuing all the way in and closing the door silently behind him.  Bracing against it, he crossed his arms and enjoyed the show in front of him with a smirk on his face.  Astra, the housekeeper of the tower and a woman he was beyond enamored with, was dancing around his room.  Despite the fact he couldn't hear the song she was listening to due to her headphones, he was enjoying her melodic voice as she belted the words to the song in her ears.

"Would things be easier if there was a right way?  Honey, there is no right way," she crooned as she bounced and swayed her hips to the beat only she could hear.  It was then she spun and he couldn't fight the full smile that pulled at his lips as his heart tried to leap out of his chest.  Her long hair that looked as if it was made of moonlight swung with her movements, revealing her pale, heart shaped face.  Eyes he knew were a brown so deep it was almost black were closed as naturally pink lips moved to the lyrics.  Letting his eyes trail down from there, he noticed something that had him both anxious and amused.

Lifted near her luscious lips was the pummel of his favorite dagger, the one who's pair sat resting on his desk across the room.  With her small hand wrapped around the hilt, he stared as she used it the same way Loki had watched Stark wield the device they called a microphone at his parties.  The God nearly launched himself over to take it from her, fearful she might accidentally hurt herself, but he held back.  He had his magic, and if it appeared she was about to cause herself injury, he'd summon it to his own hand instead.

"And so I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit.  Everyday with someone new.  I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit," Astra continued, her voice just as hypnotizing as her body with is graceful sway.  It was everything he could do to keep the heart eyes out of his expression.  Her bouncing hips were enticing and he desired to rest his cold hands against them as he moved his body with her; a fantasy that he had many times.  He'd wanted to tell her numerous times how he fancied her, but after what he'd done there years ago, he couldn't bring himself to.  He, like with Mjolnir, wasn't worthy of her.

In the middle of the chorus she was singing, her eyes suddenly opened before she squealed.  The jump she made had him following through on his safety measures, his dagger suddenly appearing in his hand.  "What an interesting choice for a singing instrument, my little nightingale.  Of all things in this room, you chose one of my favorite daggers."  A bit of a stern look crossed his face as he continued, "A fairly unsafe choice, but I cannot say I was not entertained."

Pink that matched her shock-parted lips filled her cheeks and was spreading throughout her face, her embarrassment painted for any to see.  "Oh gosh, Loki!  I'm so sorry!  I know I shouldn't have... I was just... I just get..."  She couldn't seem to get the rest of her thought out, but this was not his first time peering unknowingly at the housekeeper.  He'd watched Astra around the residential area of the tower since she'd started working for Stark.  He knew there were times when the music seemed to capture her as if it had her in a trance.  When that happened, he enjoyed seeing her grab whatever was nearby that fit into her hand and she'd swing, sway, bounce, or jump along to her singing.  She always looked happier than he'd ever seen her when those moments happened, and he lived for spying on those moments.

"It is alright, dear," he comforted as he slowly stalked closer to her.  "I do understand that you were enjoying the song you could hear.  "It was quite fetching a sight you displayed.  I only came to claim my book before reading in the sitting room."  It was a lie, he'd planned to read in his room where he could be alone and undisturbed, but he would rather be bothered than disrupt her joyous daze the act of singing and dancing gave her.

With a snap of his fingers, he replaced the dagger in his hand with a novel from his shelf.  "Have fun, little nightingale," he called as he turned on his heel and departed the room with a new memory to enjoy when he was away from her.  What he missed when he left as Astra continued to hear the words "I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit" in her ears was the longing in her gaze, the way her heart had sped up in his presence, or the thought about how true that one line was when it came to the God of Mischief in her eyes.

#loki odinson #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki fic #loki x ofc #kili stories #cute story #valentines day

[fluideli123]

Considering I'm a big Starscream lover due to analysis videos and specific fanfics (*Stares directly at Emporer Kumpkuat and megadoomingir*/pos) it comes as no surprise that I have thought of my own Starscream fics. Though, most are ideas instead of fleshed-out concepts and plot planning. So, I'm making a post to talk about all three of them, and yes, there are THREE.

The first is, of course, based on megadoomingir's fanfic Stop Me. (A true art piece, I have never in my life dedicated my entire fucking life to a fic for an entire fucking WEEK due to being unable to STOP READING and TALKING ABOUT IT and JUST- GRRRRRR.) While I do not wish to use any direct concept, the idea of Starscream's Outlier Power and World Bunner status keeps me up at night. I cannot for the life of me stop imagining how it must have presented itself before.

What other concepts of power could he unlock during death or at another time in the show? After his first universe jump, does he just continue to hop universes after each death and doesn't allow himself to get close to anyone? Does he change other universes? And if his powers differ depending on the concepts, how does this change the story, Starscream, and so much more about him and what others know about him?

Considering the idea of using different Starscream characteristics, SO much could be used and unlocked. Such as Starscream and Jetfire, Shattered Glass comic, IDW, G1, and other happenings all smooshed together. NOT TO MENTION A POSSIBLE EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE KIND OF CONCEPT??? HELLO????? I HAVE ONLY FOUND SOME STARSCREAM-CENTRIC FICS!!! I NEED MORE!!!

I have, however, tried to dive into this idea a little and wrote this:

"I'm sorry, but that was not my fault."

"Nothing is ever your fault!" The femme grit out from her denta, servos clenching at her sides as her small form began to tremble in rage. Her tone darkens, optics piercing brightly into the former Decepticon’s as his expression morphs from unfazed to brittle agitation. "And you're rarely ever sorry."

The words bite harshly into the air between them as acid would in a scraplet wound. 

Starscream narrows his optics, wings twitching sharply behind him, a sneer forms, the blue two-wheeler’s words resting heavy on his shoulder plating and digging into his protoform, his tanks churning uncomfortably. It takes more effort than Starscream would like to admit to keep his knees from shaking as he swallows down a growl. 

No one is oblivious to the sudden tension between the strangely-painted seeker and Arcee. There was so much here, so many unsaid words and unanswered questions. 

“I don’t have time for this,” Starscream hisses, swiftly turning away. “I do not have time for this–”

“Don’t turn away from me!” 

The seeker whips around, yanking his arm away from her sudden reach, wings shooting up above his head, “I am not the same Starscream who killed Cliffjumper! Do not place your grief on me!” The words bounce across the wide valley, echoing into the chilled morning air. 

Arcee’s expression flickers between unreadable emotions as Starscream takes a stabilizing intake. “I have already gone through this. Not only am I the wrong Starscream for this conversation, but we don’t have time to argue over his murder. We have to stop the Vehiacons before they reach your Megatron. If he gets his hands on this device, slag will get much worse.” Starscream meets her optics, “I cannot help you.” He huffs before marching forward toward the direction the Vehicons went. “Now let’s get going.” 

The second Starscream fic idea is an Optimus and Starscream-centered fic across multiple lives/near-death experiences. I love the familial and platonic dynamic of Starscream and Optimus, and their relationship in general, in all honesty. So, why not mix together a reincarnation AU and dive spark-first into the idea of Optimus' finding Starscream throughout their many lives because he is devoted to being the seeker's friend, for he has been used and hurt so many times. Optimus cannot STAND to let that stand by.

He cares for Starscream deeply and understands him, and after Redeem the Stars, Stop Me (megadoomingir), and Unburied (Elindae), I cannot even THINK of them not having the dynamics shown through all three stories; they are truly so well made and heartwarming as well as heart-wrenching. So, adding more to that kind of world has become my favorite daydreaming pass time.

And lastly, as on-brand as this will be for those who know my writing.

#fox speaks #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp starscream #tfp optimus prime #plurality #plural starscream #wip #writer rambles #I have gone through so many fandoms in such a short time don't look me in the eye and tell me I am everywhere I KNOW I AM

[glenncoco4]

You Can Count On Me (Ch.19)

A/N: So when I first came up with the idea of this story I had huge plans. As I continued to write it became harder and harder to come up with chapters I’m proud of on top of all the other story ideas I had. With great sadness, I have to say the next chapter will be the last of this story. Thanks for sticking with me and I hope you’ll read my others. One I’m currently working on is a little spicey which I’m very excited about. Anyway, thanks again for reading and I hope you enjoy these last two chapters of this version of our favorite OTP.

••••

As the pair walk down the sidewalk, ice cream cones in hand Kensi can’t help the bubble of laughter that leaves her lips, thinking back to her fiancé’s encounter with the old white lady at the ice cream shop and is brought back to another incident from high school. “Remember when Old Lady Thomas threw a box of Raisin Bran at you cuz she thought you were trying to steal her groceries? ”

“How could I forget? I still have the imprint of the box on my arm.”

“You gotta admit she had great aim for an 80-year-old with cataracts.”

“A look into your future.”

Biting back a smile, her fingers find his bicep, pinching him for his remark. She’s just about to say something when the shrill of her phone fills the air around them. Reaching in her pocket to retrieve the device, she sends her fiancé a curious glance. “Unknown number.” The brunette accepts the call, bringing the phone to her ear.“Hello?”

“Hey, Kensi.”

“Ja-Jack?”

Hearing the name leave his partner’s lips, the blonde’s brow furrows. Without thought his fingers curl into a tight fist, crushing the ice cream cone in his hand.

“I was hoping you’d answer.”

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep calming breath. Life has been throwing things at them left and right these past couple of weeks so she’s not sure why she’s surprised to hear from her ex-fiancé for the first time in 5 years. “What do you want?”

“To apologize.”

“Why? Why now?“

“Not over the phone. Can you meet me at Burton Chace Park?”

“Jack.”

“I promise, Kensi, that’s all I want.”

Meeting her partner’s eyes, she nervously bites her lip. This is her chance to finally get the answers she’s always been looking for. “Fine. We’ll be there in 20.”

Ending the call without another word, she lets out a sigh. “Looks like we’re going on a little field trip.”

“You sure about this?” He’s not trying to discourage her from getting the answers she needs, but he knows how fresh the wound Jack left still is.

“Not really, no. But knowing my back up’s there will help.”

“I’ll bring the muscle.” He flexes his bicep, alleviating the tension in her body. This man may have hurt the person he loves most in the world and he may want to bash his head in but if it means she gets the closure she deserves he’ll be cordial…maybe.

••••

Walking across the open grass area of the park, she tries to calm her nerves. It didn’t hit her until they were almost here that she was gonna see him again, the man that broke her heart. The man she was gonna marry. Even though the last few months of their relationship were nothing short of chaos and turmoil she still loved him at one point in her life, maybe not like she loves Marty, but she still loved him. 

At the sound of footsteps coming towards him, the former marine looks up and meets the special agent’s eyes, and immediately jumps off the bench, walking towards her with a small smile across his face. “Hey, Kensi. Glad you came.”

She gives him a straight smile, feeling the tension rise throughout her body. Maybe this was a bad idea. Then she feels him press a reassuring hand on the small of her back. Her solstice. 

The former marine was so focused on Kensi that he didn’t notice the blonde walking up next to her until there was a burning sensation running through his body. He meets Marty’s eyes and immediately sees the anger bubbling in his cerulean blues. “He-hey, Marty?”

“Jack.”

“How’ve you been?”

Kensi rolls her eyes and feels the anger begin to bubble up inside her.  “Get to it, Jack. I didn’t come here for small talk.”

Nodding his head, he lets out a calming breath. “There’s a lot I want to apologize for. The way I treated you, especially when you were so good to me.”

Marty meets his best friend’s eyes feeling the need that she’s gotta do this on her own but he’s here if she needs him. “I’ll give you two a minute.”

She gives him a grateful smile before watching him walk off. He’s always there. 

“So you two?”

She gives him a pointed look, definitely not playing this game. 

“Sorry. None of my business.”

When she doesn’t say anything, he nods, knowing he’s only got a few minutes of her time. “I’ve been sober for about 2 years now and in those 2 years, I’ve realized how much I hurt you. You were there for me no matter what and I treated you like shit.”

“You were an assshole.”

He smirks, still the same spitfire she was 5 years ago. “I was a dick.”

She huffs a laugh cuz he’s right, he was the biggest dick.

“I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for trying to help me get better. Thank you for not giving up on me even when I gave up on myself. I was such a fucking mess but you were always there. You did everything you could for me. And please don’t blame yourself. There’s nothing more you could’ve done to help me.”

She didn’t know she needed to hear the words but as soon as they leave his mouth something inside her heals. And seeing the sincerity in his eyes tells her that he truly meant the words he said. She doesn't want to hold onto this anymore. Her best friend is going to be her husband…they’re continuing their life together, but as a couple now. This anger has no place in her life. “Thank you for saying that.”

He takes a quick look at Deeks who’s staring daggers at him. “He hates me.”

She can’t help the grin that spreads to her lips as she meets her fiancé’s eyes only he’s fixated on the man standing next to her. “Not gonna lie to you. He does.”

“I’m happy for you guys. You deserved so much better than me which is what you have now. There’s not a doubt in my mind he’s the man you deserve.”

Eyes still trained on her partner, she nods in agreement. He’s everything. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

Turning her attention back to him, it occurs to her she never got the answer to one of his reasons for leaving. “When you said Marty was in love with me and I clearly with him…what did you…I mean how did you know?”

“If I’m being truthful with myself, it was the first time you introduced us.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You went off to the bathroom and he gave me ‘the talk.’”

“The talk?”

“Yeah, like what big brothers do to guys dating their little sister only it wasn’t.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, he said the normal kind of stuff like, ‘hurt her and they won’t find the body,’ but there was this protectiveness I’ve never known in my life shining in his eyes. That and when you got a strike and started celebrating with each other, I saw the look you two shared and knew that if I wanted our relationship to work and not be jealous I had to lie to myself. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t…until one day I knew I just had to stop.”

“We were pretty oblivious back then.”

“That’s a bit of an understatement.”

She takes another glance towards her partner and feels the panic start to roll in seeing the deer in headlights look on his face. Following his line of sight, she’s immediately filled with rage. Her hand tightening into a fist at her side. 

“What’s wrong?” The former marine doesn’t miss the sudden change in the atmosphere. 

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? There’s so much going wrong yet she can’t find the words to voice it. “Um…it’s um.”

Then he’s there, walking off balance towards the pair and throwing his arm around the former marine’s shoulders. “Hey, Jackie.”

“Gordon, how long  you last this time?” Jack asks the older man, letting out a frustrated sigh.

Ignoring Jack’s question, Gordon’s attention turns to Kensi. “Who’s the pretty lady? You look familiar.”

“Kens, this is Gordon.”

The mischievous smile that the older man sends her way makes her skin crawl. “I know who he is.” She says it through gritted teeth, reaching for the gun in her waistband.

Gordon’s brow furrows. His attention suddenly zeroing in on Marty as he runs toward them, suddenly sobering him up.  

“YOU SON OF A BITCH. GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER.”

“Marty, my boy!”

“FUCK OFF.”

Clearly, this reunion is gonna go exactly how he hoped, eyeing the three he quickly calculates his moves, and just as the shaggy blonde is about to reach them, he pulls out the knife in his pocket, jumping over to Kensi grabbing her, pressing the knife against her throat. 

“Let go of her.” If he wasn’t seeing red before he is now. 

“Not a chance.”

The best friends turned lovers share a look, communicating their plan without words. Marty continues to say things to his father, distracting him and before Gordon can process what’s happening Kensi has him in a wrist lock, knocking the knife out of his grip and throwing him over her shoulder onto the ground. 

Jack’s eyes go wide as he watches the scene play out before him. Kensi twists the man’s arms behind his back, catches the handcuffs her partner tosses her, and with his help tugs the drunk bastard’s arm. “Up on your feet, jackass.”

“Is she this feisty in the sack?”

Without a second thought, the blonde turns to face his nightmare and rams his fist into the man’s stomach, knocking the breath out of him. “You’re lucky I’m a better man than you are otherwise I’d put a bullet in your head right here and now.”

The pair escort him to the Caddy, Marty taking over and shoving him in the back seat before slamming the door shut. 

He’s rattled she knows that. Grabbing his hand, she pulls him to the back of the car, taking a stance in front of him. “Baby, look at me.” 

Doing as he’s told, he feels his hatred and anger wash away. The warmth and understanding shining in her mismatched orbs calming him in a way that only she can. She takes a deep breath and releases it signaling for him to do the same. He joins her on the second one and can feel the rest of the tension release from his body.

“That was a little more anticlimactic than I was expecting.”

“What are you talking about? My shit of a father approached you while talking to your ex whom you haven’t seen or spoken to in 5 years and held a knife to your throat until you flipped his sorry ass on his back.”

“I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty fun.”

He can’t fight the smirk playing on his lips, pulling her into his embrace, her arms immediately wrapping around his waist as he places a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the scent that is so uniquely her. “You’re always saving me.”

“Just like you always save me.”

“We’re adorable.”

“Aren’t we though.”

Taking this moment for themselves they let the fact that this thing that’s been hanging over them is finally done. And then the footsteps approaching them brings the pair back to something else hanging over them. “Ugh, I forgot about the other asshole.”

 “Be nice. He apologized.”

The partners pull apart just as the former marine reaches them. A little bit of shock and fear written on his face. “I’d offer to help but it looks like you two have it under control.”

Marty huffs a laugh, unamused. 

“Look, Marty. I know I was an asshole.”

“You were a dick.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It doesn’t mean much but I am. You were there for her when I wasn’t. You were always there for her and I’m grateful for that because she deserves someone like you.”

Dammit. Why is he starting to like this guy again? “You getting the help you need?”

“Yeah, I’m taking it one day at a time but I’m getting better every day.”

Shocking all three of them, Marty offers his hand to the brunette. “As much as I hated you, if she’s forgiven you then so have I.”

Jack raises a brow skeptically before a smile crosses his features and shakes the blonde’s hand.

“Thank you both.”

Kensi, sends him a small smile before he turns, walking back towards the rec center. “Take care of yourself.”

Marty lets out a deep sigh, releasing some residual tension from his body. “Ugh, that was so hard.”

“That’s what she said.” She can’t help herself, he’s rubbed off on her in so many ways. 

There’s a beat of silence as they soak in the fact that it’s over. It’s finally over. 

Putting her Badass Blye persona back in place, she squeezes his hand, a little spark in her eye. “Come on. Let’s take this piece of shit to the boat shed so we can go home and have sex.”

He’s a bit flabbergasted by her words, shaking his head in laughter. He watches her head to the driver's side of the Caddy. “Girl, I’m gonna marry you someday.”

#Densi #Densi AU #Densi Fanfic #Kensi x Deeks #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #You Can Count On Me #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

[datauthorress]

;my eyes (open up); [chapter 3]

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Original Female Character x Ratchet

Summary: In which, a relationship occurs between two alien robots and a human.

Rating: Explicit

Notes: AU ending to the Transformers: Prime universe. When Prime sacrifices himself for Cybertron, he is revived by the Thirteen Primes six months after to guard Earth along with the rest of the Autobots.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, character death.

“Where are we going?”

“A scouting mission.”

“Whoa, this is the biggest cave I've ever seen.”

“And yet, we still are receiving an Energon signal coming from inside.” Optimus said.

Shelby, who was sitting on the Prime's left shoulder glanced down at the device that was reading a faint Energon signal.

It had been two months since that day when she, Optimus and Ratchet all spark-bonded, and since then, everything seemed to go as it should. Every single day, Shelby found herself falling in love with them more. She felt them 24/7, and the bond was strongest when all three of them were together. She was happy. She couldn't recall the last time she had been this happy.

She believed it was meant to be.

Optimus walked further into the cave, the light coming from the sun becoming fainter and lighter. Optimus turned on the lights on his chassis, lighting up the tunnel as he walked down it. It wasn't long before they came to a clearing, with pillars holding up the rock ceiling. Shelby whistled, and the whistle echoed throughout the area of the cave they were in.

“Hmm...” Optimus mused thoughtfully.

SCRIT

Shelby looked over her shoulder, hearing a faint noise that sounded like someone was scittering across the wall. But she didn't see anything.

RUSTLE

It came from the side this time, and this time, Optimus heard it as well. “Don't leave my side.” he said and his arm transformed into a cannon, as he looked around the area.

A small rock came down from above and Shelby glanced up, her eyes widening when she saw a creature attached to the ceiling. Eight legs and bright, purple eyes gazed down at her and her eyes widened as the creature chuckled, before lunging down at them.

Optimus fired upwards, just missing the creature by inches and it jumped on him, sending him crashing to the floor below, causing Shelby to yelp as she was tossed off of his shoulder and landed roughly on the ground a few feet from him.

“Airachnid.” Optimus growled.

“Optimus Prime.” Airachnid purred, her optics glowing brightly. “It's been a while. Last I heard, you sacrificed yourself for Cybertron.”

“I came back.” Optimus gritted, and tried to raise his hand to fire at her, but Airachnid pinned his arm down with one of her legs.

“I can see that. Now....hold still,” she purred, and her mouth opened. A tentacle with a mouth at the end resembling something from Alien came out of her mouth. “Now give me your Energon!”

Before Airachnid could do anything, a rock was thrown in her faceplate and she snarled, turning her attention to Shelby. With the distraction, Optimus threw the femme off of him and fired at her, just barely missing her. She dodged every single blast from his cannon, and as he tried to blast her again, there was a deep, ominous rumbling noise.

Shelby glanced up, and she felt her heart drop as the ceiling began to crack and cave in. Optimus didn't hesitate. He quickly gathered her up in his servos, and began to head back towards the tunnel, both of them hearing the screech of Airachnid. Without warning, the cave floor buckled underneath him and Shelby couldn't help but scream as they fell deeper into the cave.

They hit the bottom and the force of the collapse forced her head against the ground and everything went black.

When Shelby came to, her entire body ached, and her head was pounding. She groaned softly, and forced her eyes to open, before moving slightly to glance around at her surroundings. She didn't know where she was, but it seemed like she hit the bottom. She gritted her teeth as she began to sit up, and let out a soft cry at the pain in her thigh. Glancing down at her left thigh, she saw that she had a deep gash in her thigh, and several smaller lacerations, more than likely from the rocks during the cave in.

Shelby coughed, and she glanced around the area. “Optimus?” she called out, becoming worried when she didn't hear him call back to her. “Optimus? Optimus?!”

Her voice echoed as she called out his name, and she grunted as she began to get up. Her leg trembled, and she fell with a grunt, waiting for a moment before she got up again. She touched the side of her head, and felt a gash there, though it wasn't as deep as she thought it would be. She probably had a concussion, at least a decent one.

She turned her attention to the pile of rocks when one of them tumbled down, and for a moment, she was getting ready to call out for Optimus again, until she heard a familiar screeching and Airachnid burst out from the rocks, wounded badly from the cave collapse.

“Human FILTH!” she snarled, and quickly approached the human.

Shelby fell onto her back roughly as one of Airachnid's legs sliced across her already wounded thigh, and she cried out in pain as one of the legs pierced through her left shoulder. She whimpered, as Airachnid's face came close to hers.

“You smell...of Energon, girl. I see....you smell like Optimus Prime and his medic.” she rasped. “Oh...and what's this? You've Spark-mated with them? Oh...what a history for Cybertronians. You have Energon inside you, which means...”

That mouth came out of her mouth again, and she hissed.

Right before Airachnid could dig her fangs into Shelby's flesh, a powerful, violet blast made Airachnid recoil back, and she grunted as she was thrown back by the blast. She turned her head towards whoever had blasted her and screeched, before lunging once more. Shelby covered her head with her hands, ignoring the agony in her shoulder. She didn't want to watch.

“You...you...” Airachnid groaned.

A blast echoed through the area of the cave they were in and she heard a loud thud. Shelby lifted her head slightly, and saw Airachnid's lifeless optics staring into nothing. There was another Bot standing there, but..

It was not Optimus.

“Get up, human. You're stronger than you feel.”

Her eyes widened and she glanced up with frightened eyes, which she then let out a startled yelp and cowered back against a boulder, staring at the large Bot in front of her that she never thought she would see again.

Megatron.

Why was Megatron here? How did he get back to Earth? Was he here to try and kill Optimus again?

“W-why....why are you here?” she whispered. “Why are you on Earth? A...are you after to hurt Optimus again?”

Megatron snorted, and turned his blazing red eyes down to her, which she tensed up. “I gave that quest up nearly a year ago, human. I was using this cave as a hiding place, before Airachnid got here. But now that the insect is offline, I can focus on finding a different home.”

Shelby turned her gaze away from the former Decepticon leader and she winced at her shoulder, before pulling her hand away. Ooof, her hand was covered in blood. She jumped when Megatron approached her, and knelt down, holding out a clawed hand to her. After a moment of silence, the sharp talons flexed and Megatron seemed to grow impatient.

“Do you want to bleed to death, human?”

“N-no-”

“Then, get on.”

Shelby flinched and she stared at the hand with wide eyes before she swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly, cautiously, climbed into the Bot's hand. Megatron curled his talons around her slightly so she wouldn't fall off and stood up to his full height, bringing her up to his chassis. He raised his other servo, and curled all but his index finger into a small fist. The tip of his digit opened and a clear liquid fell onto her wounded shoulder, causing her to whimper. But after a moment, the fluid seemed to seep into the wound and harden, as well as numb the pain to a tolerable level.

“A numbing agent. It'll keep the wound sealed until you can get to your medic.” Megatron said. “And where is Optimus? Surely a simple cave collapse wouldn't end him.”

“He's not gone!” she shouted. “I can feel him in my heart. He's-”

“So you've Spark-bonded?”

Shelby yelped as she was pulled up to the Bot's face and she cowered back a bit against curled talons as Megatron's blazing red optics observed over her form. After a moment, he lowered her back down to his chassis.

“You've Spark-bonded and Spark-merged with both Optimus Prime, and Ratchet. Interesting...” Megatron mused, a hand going to his chin. “I didn't believe a human would have that ability to connect with another species...”

“Humans aren't much different from Cybertronians.” Shelby said, sitting up a bit straighter.

“Maybe so, but you're much smaller and more fragile than a Cybertronian.” Megatron said. “I'm surprised they didn't break you.”

“That's none of your business.” she glared at him.

“Tell me, little human,” Megatron purred, and a clawed digit lightly stroked across the side of her neck, before curling under her chin and lifting her head up to stare him right in the optics. “Did your spark-mates make you beg for them? Make you take them without snapping your fragile body in half? Oh, did they overload in you?”

Shelby's face grew hot in both anger and embarrassment. Without thinking, she reached up and slapped the bot across his metal cheek as hard as she could, feeling her entire hand shatter upon impact with Megatron's cheek.

“That's none of your business, you fucking pervert! How dare you?!” She snarled. “What I do with my boyfriends is none of your fragging business! Just because you kept Airachnid from sucking my blood out, doesn't mean I owe you shit!”

Shelby winced, holding her throbbing hand against her chest. Fuck, it hurt really bad. Worse than her shoulder. Megatron chuckled above her, having not even phased the slightest from her slap.

“You are a strong one, fleshling. No wonder Optimus Prime fell for you.” He said.

Shelby jerked her head when she heard a voice calling her name, and she looked at the entrance where Megatron had came from. Megatron must have heard it as well, because he moved out of the room they were in and glanced in both directions until he heard Optimus' voice again.

“Call out for him, fleshling.”

Shelby called out for Optimus, and her voice echoed down the tunnel. She heard the sound of thundering pedes and Optimus came around the corner, who's eyes widened upon seeing Megatron holding Shelby in his clawed hand. Holding his Spark-Mate.

“Megatron.” Optimus growled.

“Optimus.” Megatron drawled.

Optimus was tense as Megatron approached, and when they were feet away, the bigger Bot held out his hand to Prime. Shelby quickly climbed into Optimus' hand and he brought her up to his faceplate, bombarding her with questions.

“I'm...okay, as much as I can be.” Shelby replied with a soft breath. “I'm hurt a bit, but I'll be okay! Ratchet can fix me up!”

Optimus sighed a breath of relief and brought her up against him, feeling her arms hug around his neck. His glowing optics hardened at the sight of Megatron, and he relaxed, his Spark thrumming at the feeling of his spark-mate in his hold once more. He had been worried, worried that she was hurt or worse, dead. The cave collapse had been his fault. He should have been more careful.

“What of Airachnid?” Optimus asked.

“She's dead. Megatron....saved my life. She was going to suck out my blood.” Shelby replied, wanting to be honest with him.

Optimus was quiet for a moment, before he glanced to the other Bot. “Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to her.”

Megatron didn't say anything, but he did nod in acknowledgment.

With Megatron's help, the three of them were able to get out of the cave, mostly unscathed. Optimus and Megatron both had scuff marks on their frames, but besides that, they were unhurt.

“Shelby...what happened to your hand?” Optimus asked.

Megatron smirked, and it reminded Shelby that she really wanted to smack him again.

“Well....”

~

“You slapped Megatron?!”

“He deserved it! He was being a perverted jackass and asking about our sex life!”

“I don't know if that was brave, or foolish or both.” Ratchet sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before. “Nonetheless, I am so glad you were not injured any further. I hate to admit it, but if Megatron hadn't been there....we might have lost you, little one.”

“I told him that I don't owe him shit.” Shelby said, wincing softly as Ratchet applied the last of the cast to Shelby's broken hand.

“I still can't believe you slapped Megatron.” June Darby chuckled. “And broke your hand in the process.”

“June, he deserved it.” Shelby sighed. “I got angry and...my sex life is none of his fucking business. I almost slapped him again after we got out of that damn cave.”

“If anyone deserved to slap Megatron, it would be you, doll.” Knock Out chuckled.

“I'm glad you approve, Knock Out.” Shelby smirked.

“Speaking of which, where is Megatron and Optimus?” Arcee questioned.

“Up top.” Ratchet replied.

About fifteen minutes later, Optimus came back into the base and looked down at all of his friends.

“Where's Megatron?” Ultra Magnus questioned.

“He's left to the other side of the Earth.” Optimus replied. “He means no harm to Earth, and is attempting to correct what he has done. We'll be going to Cybertron tomorrow, and Megatron will be joining us.”

“Optimus, you can't be serious.” Bulkhead protested.

“I forgave Megatron for all that he's done. It does not mean that any of you have to. I will take care of Megatron if it needs to be, but for now, he'll be attempting to do better in his life.” Optimus replied.

“Does it mean you trust him?” Ratchet asked.

“I am not sure. If I am ever to trust him again, he'll need to earn that trust.” Optimus answered.

The group of Autobots exchanged glances with each other, before nodding.

“Alright, Optimus. We trust your judgment.” Arcee nodded.

Shelby climbed into the Prime's hand once he outstretched it to her, and said words to her that surprised her. “You'll be coming with us to Cybertron. Ratchet has already refitted your outfit to better suit you for the gravity and space.”

“I wanna go to Cybertron!” Miko whined.

“It's much too dangerous.” the Prime said.

“Then why does Shelbs get to go? That's not fair!”

“Miko!” Bulkhead scolded.

Miko grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. “Miko, the reason why Shelby is allowed to go with us to Cybertronian is because she is our Sparkmate.” Optimus informed.

“And the Sparkmate of a Prime is very important.” Ratchet explained, and glanced over to see Shelby's surprised expression. “Essentially, if Optimus was not around and Shelby was, you can report to her.”

“W-wait, I'm not....leadership material, really. I can't do that. I'm nothing like a Prime!” Shelby protested, shaking her head.

“Quite the opposite. You are very much like a Prime, little one.” Ratchet said.

“A Prime's Sparkmate is one who we can report to, even take orders from if need be.” Ultra Magnus explained.

“But I-I don't really want to take that position from Optimus.” Shelby sighed.

“You aren't taking it. Merely filling in.” Ultra Magnus answered. “Nonetheless, no matter if you accept it or not, you are important to the Cybertronians, and the Autobots.”

Shelby glanced up at Optimus, and he nodded at her. Shelby sighed softly. “Alright....um...so when do we leave?”

“Tomorrow morning.” She nodded. Though she was nervous, she was, deep down, excited to see Cybertron again.

#fic: my eyes (open up) #fanfiction #transformers: prime #optimus prime [transformers prime] #megatron [transformers prime] #ratchet [transformers prime] #;relationships [optimus prime/shelby o'viere] #;relationships [ratchet/shelby o'viere] #;relationships [ratchet/optimus prime] #shelby o'viere [oc] #tw // character death #tw // blood and injury

[starry-skies-116]

It was supposed to be a normal shift. At least, that’s what Vanessa originally thought. Her day was normal- her night was normal too, all going according to plan... at least, so far.

What with her laying back in her chair and pursing her lip for the uptienth time that day, swirling her tongue around the lollipop lodged in between her lips and leaning against the wall, she admitted she couldn’t help but feel a small smile rise to her face- the animatronics were nearly finished getting ready to perform. The multitude of elaborate stage lights were off at the moment, only illuminating the center stage and the rest of the room in a dim blue afterglow- a large audience was already beginning to filter in through the doors, anxious murmuring and 80’s music a dull sound in her ears.

She herself didn’t know why such a massive location was required for the sake of children’s entertainment- children were easy to satisfy, to trick and deceive. And later tonight, she fully intended on exploiting that opportunity as Boss requested.

Ah, but enough about that for now, she tells herself, shaking her head to snap herself out of her thoughts. Lazily but discreetly slipping the strange device out of her pocket, her hand illuminated underneath the dull neon light of magenta and green, she clicks on it once. Seconds pass. She clicks on it twice.

Thrice, just to make sure it’s really working.

Her head throbs with the void of a cold chill like an abyssal, encapsulated vaccuum, then shudders before she can sense the looming presence of her boss within her- he needed no corporeal form for now, for this fragment had her own flesh to inhabit.

At first, I did not know of the multitude of experiments and endeavors our ancestors conducted into this material- remnant. I thought I was the first, in the shock of discovery, perhaps, Boss speaks.

But we can’t remember all too clearly. I feel it too, Vanessa responds, closing her eyes and basking in the frigid trickle of brief serenity before the one she now served. It really does suck having to make inferences and jump to conclusions.

Remnant- going by many names throughout history- anima, quintessence, ether. The very lifeblood of the soul that granted all things life- at least, all things that biologically lived. An unseen force that was a tesseract of energy that could be corrupted by sins or purified by cleansing, not to mention the arcana that was attributed to each and every soul, each and every blood- it sounded straight out of a videogame plot. It was too ridiculous to be real- it couldn’t be true, right? 

At least, that’s what Vanessa thought before some of the stuff was injected straight into her arm, by her will and her hand no less. 

There were many experiments in the past trying to toy with the life force of another living being, trying to force it into a metaphysical or even fully transmutable form. Many of the effects of a vital essence infusion were hypothesized throughout many cultures, being said to have the ability to grant longevity, alongside large scale healing and regenerative properties. Such experiments have been listed in multiple recordings, scriptures, scrolls and books recovered from archeological dig sites, the more ancient ones dating back to the Mesopotamian era having taken nearly ten to twelve years to translate and decode into modern languages. 

She thought those, too, were nothing more than fantasy until she saw it coalesce into reality, dreams into fruition right before her eyes. 

She thought back further, back to when she was still under Boss’s care and instruction- Glitchtrap, he referred to himself as, but the title was much too informal to call him by. Experimenting with the strange, nigh-ethereal substance as it ran at just-below room temperature like luminescent putty in her gloved hands… it was another experience entirely.

Souls can vary in degrees of complexity and sentiency depending on the biological lifeform it inhabits, with plants having little to no self-awareness, and humans having the most complex souls for obvious reasons, he had explained, voice patient and silvery-smooth like an impeccable mentor. The vessel, the shadow, and the soul are all what are held together by this spiritual lifeblood- this tesseract of infinite energy, life incarnate, working to compose a complete entity.

It may not had been true that pagan gods sculpted the bodies of unborn children on potter wheels, nor was it true that storks dropped neatly packaged infants on the doorsteps of aspiring parents, but all life counts as beings descended from the stars- Vanessa realizes that now. And staring at the scattered and haphazardly scribbled-on astronomical charts hidden in her drawers just a day before, trying to once again make heads or tails of all this nonsensical truth, the actual truth, both she and Boss came to a sobering conclusion that had the both of them sighing and yet smiling amidst themselves- they needed a proper test subject.

More desirably, a child with a beating heart, fresh and abundant remnant coursing through their veins, and an arcana with immense power that this accursed device in her hand could somehow identify.

It had better do it’s job- it was built by her own two hands just for this purpose.

It was a good thing she had sown the ‘Vanny’ bunny suit out of lightweight fabric, lest she wanted to waste away in the unusually thick and miserable store-bought ones instead.

She clicks her tongue and merely sighs in frustration as she scans the room, blonde ponytail dangling over her shoulder. “Nothing so far,” she mumbles under her breath- various symbols appear on the screen of the device, blipping in and out of existence like on a sonar of sorts- an ankh, an eye, the eternal knot, a compass, a crown, amidst other elaborate crests she didn´t care to identify..

Keep searching, he commands. They can’t evade us for long.

He’s right. They cannot. 

Yet her eyes grow bleary, and her breaths come bored as the periphery fades to black- she nearly closes her lidding-over eyes, leaning ever so slightly to the left of the wall she was on-

Vanessa, Boss scolds, and the blonde security guard instantly jerks awake.

“S-Sorry!” she meekly squeaks, aggressively rubbing at the bottom of her eyelids- god, working the night shift was torturous, even with her frequenting midday naps. The bitter aftertaste of expired kolaches still fresh in her mouth, she clicks her tongue and continues to scan.

Will she ever find what they’re looking for today? Will they have to wait until tomorrow?

And there it was. A flash of brown hair and a blue shirt- a surge of exhileration, as if every color in the world was intensified, burning and alight and oversaturated all too much. Vanessa nearly gasps as if it were a punch to the gut knocking the wind out of her- the adrenaline bursts forth into her veins like a dam breaking open- thunder and lightning flashes phosphorescent and bright across the sky, butterflies of both light and dark flutter in her eyes- hallucinatory, translucent. 

Every color, every line is hyperfocused, oversharpened- reality blooms before her, as if she can notice even the tiniest fly on the wall, can hear every creak of the floor- every rustle of clothing, every word the passerby around her utter. 

The flower blooms, the heavens burn with inexplicable splendor, alight with undying flame. She is adrift through the sky, walking amidst the stars from whence she came, floating through boundless dreams incarnate returning to the sky and the earth from whence all life emerged. 

Opening her eyes, she comes forth into being.

And just as quick as it came, it was over.

What the hell was that…?!

Vanessa can barely form her thoughts into a coherent string: Did you feel that?

I did…! It was not mere acknowledgement, but rather, genuine surprise- genuine satisfaction and euphoria, giddiness that he- that they couldn’t hide.

“My god, we hit the motherload,” Vanessa whispers as a pair of verdant, widened eyes gaze upon the sight before her- a strange and elaborate glitching picture of the emblem of a triskelion. Certainly rare and most unexpected. Was that a kid, or…?

She shudders with strange euphoria, her fingers twitch with need- need to steal the thumping heart, the vibrant lifeblood from within the fly trapped in the endless web of their own making.

“Who was that kid just now, Boss?” she absentmindedly whispers.

It looks like you have found your first victim, Vanny, he replies. Well, what are you waiting for, chop chop! Time waits for no one, go and chase after him!

“Sheesh, no need to rush me!” she whines, chasing in the direction of the blur as if the sight were pulled out of her happiest dreams.

The show was almost about to begin.

#FNAF Security Breach #FNAF Gregory #FNAF Glitchtrap #FNAF Vanessa/Vanny #FNAF William Afton #FNAF Evan Afton #FNAF Elizabeth Afton #FNAF Project Samsara AU #GregEvan/GregBot/GregVessel #Golem/Android Gregory (Creation Gregory) #Reincarnated Vessel Gregory #Vanbeth #Vanessa is Vanny and Tape Girl #My AU

[thekingofwinterblog]

So let's talk about mutual toxic relationships.

One thing that is very, very clear just looking at Anne, Sasha and Marcy, is that back at earth, all 3 of them had major issues with the other 2.

Sasha had her domineering side where she couldn't handle Anne going against what she wanted, because she had massive, massive control issues.

With Marcy, her problem was that she long, long ago gave up on trying to actually connect with Mar Mar and her hobbies.

In Anne's regard, she didn't exactly have a problem with Sasha(That was mostly on Sasha's end), but just like Sasha, Anne just wasn't able or willing to truly invest herself into what Marcy wanted.

Both of them had the same problem, but had different ways of showing it. For Sasha, she just didn't care. She obviously cared about Marcy, and she was willing to go along(Even playing the role of dungeon master for Marcy's campaigns) with what she wanted, but she did so out of obligation, because Marcy was her friend, not because she ever had any interest in Marcy's hobbies.

Anne by contrast also wasn't able to connect with Marcy, but unlike Sasha who had a much more hands off approach, leaving Marcy to her own devices, Anne constantly worried about Marcy, to the point that this overprotectivness overshadowed pretty much everything else.

On Marcy's end, her own big issues with her friends however, is related to how she would constantly act while in "The Zone".

With Anne, one thing that the show makes abundantly clear, is that Anne ALWAYS made the choice to sacrifice for Marcy.

The same way Sasha protects Anne from bullies, the same way Anne is always there to try and help Marcy when her own obliviousness get's her into trouble.

And there is certainly something noble about that on Anne's part, but as the show shows, this has long, long ago gone past anything that can be considered healthy, because whenever Anne was with Marcy on Earth, she always acts ready to jump in and help her.

Even at her sleepover, where nothing should be able to go wrong, while Sasha is just ignoring Marcy's movie because she got bored, Anne is not comfortable(As we can tell looking at her holding her arm in a way she always does throughout the series when she is feeling stressed) when Marcy starts talking and explaining, and seems to put on a false smile to hide the fact that she sincerely believes that at any point while Marcy is "In the zone", Mar Mar might do something that requires her to jump in and help her.

And the worst part is, that both sides view this as perfectly normal. It's not that Marcy doesn't appreciate Anne(She does, as she loves Anne and Sasha more than anyone else in the world), but for her, this is just normal. Anne is there to protect her, and that is the way it should be.

Marcy does not fully appreciate how much, and how often Anne is willing to sacrifice for her, and how this in turn hurts anne(both physically, as seen at the stage play, her grades as seen in gym class, and her mental wellbeing as seen with all the stress she has looking out for Marcy).

It's a very insidious toxicity, where something that was definitely good when it began, has over time morphed into something poisonous because both parties has started taking it for granted that this is how it should be, and are not able to see the big problems.

This in turn leads to the most fateful moment, where Marcy decides to essentially run away... With Anne and Sasha whether they want it or not.

One of the major reasons Marcy is able to go through with this plan, is because this is just a much more extreme version of her dynamic with Sasha and Anne.

Marcy has some idea that she is very, very passionate about, and Anne and Sasha both go along with it without complain, even if their hearts aren't into it.

That's the way it has always been.

Marcy's main motivations is her desperate, desperate need to not be alone, but her methods of doing so, is very much built on her usual dynamics with Anne and Sasha. They always indulge her desires, even if they aren't really interested in them. Because they're her friends, and that's what friends does.

Only this time, Marcy pushes it way, WAY too far. And by doing so, she breaks those friendships she treasured more than anything else in the world.

#amphibia #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #meta #toxic relationships

[probablyspooky]

Untitled Revenant Project (Revenant x Fem!Reader) Part 2

Pairings : Revenant/Kaleb Cross x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Am stupid , NSFW, Violence, Profanity (Profanititty) Pregnancy

Last Part Next Part

Loba had been digging, searching, for anything that could have relation to Revenant, the she found you. At first, she was a little confused, why had Hammond done such a thing? Why were you even here in the first place?

Pulling out a small walkie, she buzzed in.

"Jamie?", she whispered

"Rodger," a voice buzzed back.

"Can you search up a uhm...(Y/n) Cross?", she asked, reading off the name sticker that was slapped on the front of the glass.

"Gotcha!"

Loba put the walkie back in her belt buckle, and began to feel around the chamber, seeing if there was a way to release you if she really wanted to. Feeling around the back of the chamber, she felt what she thought was a latch, surely this would be the way to release you.

Before Jamie could report back to her on his findings, the alarms started blaring throughout the complex, they had noticed Loba on the security cameras, and guards would be on their way shortly.

"Loba, I've got something you might wanna look at, but I think it would be in our best interests if you got her out of there." Jamie buzzed

"To hell with it," Loba grunted, grabbing the handle,

With a sharp hiss, a cooling fog engulfed the room. You fell forward into Loba's arms.

Loba grunting, maneuvered you onto her back, lifting you with some pushback, she began to wobble her way to the nearest exit, which at the time was a large mechanical door, leading to a cliffside with a waterfall.

Loba struggled to keep you on her back, the sounds of the men on her trail made her pick up the pace, unlocking the large door, the warm air began to brush on her face and yours.

"Jamie, I'm gonna need air support if were to get out of here." Loba grunted, putting you down, leaning you on a nearby box.

"Someone call for air support?," a voice said, rising from the cliffside was a small battle cruiser, Kairi (Valk) gave a wave, she was piloting the ship.

It turned around, giving Loba access to the back doors, they began to open with a hiss, and standing there was Anita (Bangalore), she quickly jumped off towards Loba.

"Better time than any to pick up a friend. You knew her?", Anita asked

"Just met actually," Loba smirked, grabbing your top half while Anita grabbed your legs.

While walking onto the ship, bullets began to spray at the three of you. Loba ducking down, Anita dropping your legs, and pulling out a G7, she began to return fire.

Kairi, flipping an ungodly amount of switches, warned that the doors were closing, and to get you off the pad. Loba dragged you behind Anita, who was still firing back at the men, taking out at least 3 of them (my aim is dog with the G7). The doors slowly closing, protecting you from anymore bullets.

Valk warned everyone to grab on, as she went from standing still to blasting off into the horizon. The force from the speed rocked the whole ship, shaking everyone and everything. Waking you up with a jolt.

"Where am I?" you panicked, "Where's Kaleb? Who are you?"

"Woah woah, take it easy," Anita beckoned with her hand to calm down," You're on a cruiser, I'm Anita, this is Lobes, and our driver is Kairi, who are you?"

"I'm (y/n)...."

"Got a last name?"

"Cross..."

"Alright, we're gonna help you (y/n), let me look you over for any injuries'."

While you were getting a checkup, Loba felt a buzz from her walkie, stepping a little out of the way, but not too far, this ship is small. She spoke into the device.

"What'd you find Jamie?", she asked, looking over at you

"(Y/n) Cross, labeled missing in 2419 by her husband, Kaleb Cross."

"Why the hell do they care about someone's wife?", Loba questioned,

"Well you're not gonna believe this, but that's the wife of our boogeyman."

Loba stared at you in shock, sure she knew that Revenant was human at some point, she had seen his source code herself. New feelings arose inside her, anger, disgust, worry, but then it dawned on her, she had an idea, but she was gonna have to play this right, and play it for awhile.

"Thank you Jamie, I'll get back to you soon, let me greet our new friend." Loba smiled into her walkie.

Loba put her device walk, before walking over to Anita and you, Anita had given you a clean bill of health, standing up and putting her medical supplies away. Loba sat on the seat nearest to you.

"So (y/n), how are you feeling?" Loba asked

"Well...I feel okay," you say, putting your hands around your stomach, the moving inside you made you feel assured, "What day is it?"

"Well its XX.XX.27-" Anita started, but she was stopped by Loba

"It's XX.XX.2419" Loba said with a smile, staring directly into Anita's eyes.

Anita just rolled her eyes and put her hands up, sighing and sitting in the seats opposite to you two.

"Oh, it's only been a couple of days then, are you able to get me home? I'm sure Kaleb is worried sick.' you smiled,

"In time my friend, we're on a different planet right now, so until we get the resources, we will take you home," Loba said, putting a hand on your shoulder, standing up and walking to the cockpit where Kairi was.

"What's the scoop?", she asked Loba

"We have a new friend helping us take down El Demonio" Loba smiled, putting her feet up.

They flew for another hour or so, before landing on a pad on a large high rise building on the planet Olympus.

They led you to their headquarters, which was homey, but also full of computers and files scattered about. In the back of the large entrance, or living room, you saw a man in the corner, monitors surrounding him, he was lanky and tall with blue hair. He turned his head, quickly noticing everyone. He stumbled out of his chair, quickly walking up to you.

"Wow! It's so cool seeing someone of your age without any side affects after all this time" he chuckled

"What do you mean by that?" you asked him, his eyes glanced at Loba who was making a shh motion with her hand at him

"It's only just-uhm, those chambers aren't the greatest without some....uh...fever! And uh, soreness..." he stammered.

Loba sat you down on the couch, Anita sitting next to you, Kairi sitting on the other side.

"So (y/n)...do you have anyway of contacting, your husband?" Loba asked

"We'll...I had my phone in my pocket," you started, reaching for it, pulling out the outdating device, "I should call him"( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You turned on your phone, it was weird to you however, as it took longer than usual to boot up. As soon as it turned on, you were hit with device updates, and multiple text messages from Kaleb asking you where you were, if you were okay, that he loves you, he misses you.

"Thats...weird..." you mumbled,

"I'm sure its just damaged from the chamber," Loba smiled, "Try making a phone call with it."

The thing is, even if you code things perfect, look over your notes over and over again, human error always finds a way to ruin things. In this case, the perfect murderbot, the first infact.

He didn't know why he kept so many useless things from the past, this razor to shave his beard, despite not having any hair, a random assortment of jewelry he had gifted you in your time together, and lastly, his cell phone, he always kept it charged to look at old photos of him as a skinbag, it didn't help that almost all of them were also with you. He never forgot you, this was the dark side of being a soul trapped in metal, emotions.

Revenant just sat in his lair, waiting to make his next move. He hadn't stalked Loba in at least a week, he was busy, busy getting info on other targets close to her. He just sat in that god forsaken hole in Kings Canyon, just waiting.

Looking up at the sky, it was night time where he was, he didn't know why he waiting, or what he was waiting for, I guess this night he was feeling...human...thinking thoughts of you. How soft you (hair) was...how your lips curved into a smile whenever he hugged you, how he never got to see you, your child...he never saw either of you again.

With a loud yell, he stood up, and began knocking things onto the ground with his arms. Angry at this prison he was in, angry at the hell he made his life, the hell he made your life. What if you were dead, he slumped down.

He truly was alone in this world without you.

His thoughts were interrupted by a buzzing, did someone plant something in his hideout?

Quickly sharpening his hand into a blade, he began to walk around his complex, his optics scanning around the room for any signs of skinbag life, or critters. Nothing. Yet the buzzing continued.

His optics scanned the room again, locking onto the a small device glowing from its screen. He saw the familiar contact photo of you, your smile, confused he unsharpened his hand, and dug through his knocked over belongings, picking up the small phone in his metal hands. Reading the words shining on the screen.

"(Y/N) Is Calling"

"Hmp..." he grunted, tapping the screen, accepting the call. Not knowing what he would hear on the other side.

Probably just someone found your phone and is using your number to find the other or whatever, but it had been so many years, why would your phone still work.

The phone call connected, and the timer began at the top, showing it answered. Revenant put the call on speaker.

"Kaleb? Is that you? Where are you?" you spoke

If he had a heart, it would be jumping, his optics locked onto the phone, his ears taking in the sound of your voice, his free hand began to scratch at the concreate flooring. Yet he remained silent.

"Kaleb? Are you there? Hello?" you continued, a muffled sound began to go over the speaker. A familiar voice now replacing yours.

"Hello?" the smooth sweet voice of Loba over took yours, "We have (y/n) here...Shes safe, I'm sure you're worried Kaleb... But don't worry, she's safe with us"

The phone call ended.

Revenant stared at the phone call, the red call ended illuminating over his metal frame. He stood up and stared at the sky yet again.

"Bug..." he said

If he could smile he would, grabbing his scythe and attaching it to his back, he began to crawl out the top so his hole.

He had a reason now.

#revenant fanfic #apex revenant #revenant x reader #revenant #apex legends

[lord-explosion-baku]

Trident Tale

Merman!Shinsou x reader, Kirishima x Reader

Warnings: adult themes (Minors DNI)

A/N: read the prologue on AO3

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

(Original image by @maewoahoah)

Synopsis: Moving to an island where everyone is big on the surf scene and other oceanic happenings might not have been the brightest idea for someone so afraid of anything that has to do with water, but you make do by spending your days looking after the Bed & Breakfast, trying not to burn the house down when you fry a few eggs, and obsessively scrolling through Eijirou Kirishima’s social media page. He’ll never notice you, and you think you’re fine with that, until a mysterious force washes into Ms. Shuzenji’s pool after a particularly nasty storm.

Hitoshi Shinsou is a pain in the ass from the get-go, but you put up with him, fins and all, when he promises he can help unite you with your soulmate. The catch? The fish is hellbent on taking back what was stolen from him, and he won’t lift a gracious finger until he gets what he came for.

You’re helpless to lend him a hand, so long as you stay dry. Unless, of course, he has other plans.

You know how the saying goes: you rub his fins, he’ll rub yours.

Storms have never really been your cup of tea. Though you keep yourself locked inside a good percent of the time, there’s nothing quite as suffocating as the compress of clouds overhead. It’s not like you always have to see them to be uncomfortable, but you definitely feel them pressing down, closing in, and caging you, even when you’ve got yourself tucked under a blanket on Ms. Shuzenji’s couch.

It’s been a little over a year since you first moved to the island. All you needed was a new beginning, and you got that, but you got that, and the tropical weather that you’re still getting used to. It’s currently typhoon season, and holy seaweed-on-your-doorstep, is it storming.

There’s little you can do to distract yourself while staying and working at Shuzenji’s bed and breakfast. There are currently no guests, aside from you, so all the rooms are made, and the old lady is on another one of her long vacations, so you’re basically being paid to lounge. You’re grateful for that, at least. But the only thing that’s keeping you physically separated from the terrifying weather is a thick glass pane that water sloshes on every time a wave laps over the backyard walls.

The things that separate you mentally are the old-timey recordings of Shuzenji singing alongside an ensemble cast, and the little device in your hand. If you didn’t have your boss’s haunting melodies echoing throughout the house, and some big, beefy, tatted eye-candy to gawk at during the storm, you’d surely go insane.

Eijirou Kirishima, one of the island’s best surfers, is out on his board, live-streaming his current fight against the waves. His whoops and hollers can be heard over the crashing tides, getting even you excited for what’s about to come. That’s the thing about Kirishima; he’s wild, you’re not, and it’s hot as hell. Oftentimes, you catch yourself daydreaming about joining him out in the surf—he guides you through the waves, maybe yoou impress him a bit with your sudden affinity for wave-riding, and the two of you wash up on shore where you’ll both share your first kiss. It would be feasible if you could swim. It would be feasible if you bothered to learn how to swim, but for now, you’re content with your imagination. At least he can make you hate the terrible weather a little less.

The conspiratorial smirk he shows the camera is borderline swoon-worthy when the swell begins to pull him further out. It’s impossible not to bite your lip every time you catch a glimpse of his arms forcing themselves through the sea. He makes this look easy—like the storm is child’s play, and as the winds blow Shuzenji’s trash bin into the sliding glass door, you welcome the delicious distraction.

As Kirishima stands up on his signature trident board and rides one of the biggest waves he’s seen all day, you’re once again struck with how much of a coward you are. He can fight the elements, while you can hardly bring yourself the courage to talk to him. Mind you, he’s constantly surrounded by a close group of friends—a close group of friends you find intimidating—and when he’s not with them, he’s out in the water. Where there’s water involved, you’re spoken for. Unless, of course, you’d like for the first time you guys actually speak, to be when he’s giving you CPR.

Not the most ideal “meet cute”, but if it works, it works.

A loud crash snaps you out of your admittedly salty daydream. Mango, Shuzenji’s orange tabby, yowls at the blanket of water cascading down the windows, and your stomach sinks. There’s only so many minutes you can pretend that the storm Kirishima is facing isn’t the one that’s destroying Shuzenji’s yard.

With a sigh, you roll off the velvet couch, and grimace when crumbs that were nesting in your shirt fall to the carpet: a mess to clean up later. Without any guests to mind, you don’t have to worry too much over keeping the place spick-and-span, so long as things are nice and tighty by the time the old lady gets back, which will be awhile.

You have an easy enough job—at least, when there aren’t bunches of thick seaweeds crashing over the yard’s wall, flooding the pool.

“Shit.”

Water sprays in every direction. The already trash-infested pool overflows as more kelp rolls in with the maniacal waves, and angry, white foam bangs on the back door. It's a disaster outside, and you’re not sure what to do about it.

Fingers wrapped around the back door handle, you struggle to think of a way to prevent a bigger mess, but even if you could manage to clean anything, nothing is stopping the tempest from wreaking anymore havoc. Best case scenario, you stop a plastic soda-chain from washing out to see and becoming a deadly necklace for an unlucky seagull. Worst case scenario, you slip, crack your head open on the pavement, and drown before you can ever utter the words “mahalo” to Kirishima.

Needless to say, you’ll take your life over a gull’s any day.

Another sigh.

A greater wave collides against the wall, bringing more of the Great Unknown into the pool. This is going to be a fun job to clean. Good thing you’ve got Shuzenji’s service boy, Denki Kaminari, on speed dial. You think if you sound particularly distressed in the morning, he’ll show up to help you out with just about anything in the matter of minutes. God bless desperate fuckboys.

So, for now, you cuddle back up on the couch, watch Kirishima shake saltwater out of his thick, red hair, and pretend that his storm is not the same thing as your storm.

It’s early morning when you finally rise out of bed. You hadn’t gotten a whole lot of rest—something to do with the wailing winds shaking your bedroom window nonstop, but after you finally drifted into dreams about snakes and dragons, you woke to clear skies, and light seagull calls.

From the second story, you can see early birds have already gotten the jump on cleaning up the beach. The sun is shining, the ocean blue and vast. The only trace there was ever a storm is already being taken care of. There are lifeguards riding around on ATVs and younger civilians with trash bags and grapplers picking up seaweed and absconded debris. The respect everyone has for the island is something to be admired, and you half-consider going out there yourself, after you’ve dealt with your yard, which is sure to be a wreck.

There’s no interest in picking out a cute outfit for the morning you’re going to have, even if Denki might see you, so you throw on a already-worn-this-week crop top, some pink shirts, and you’re good to go.

The first thing you do after Mango’s fed is check your socials. Kirishima posted a picture of his breakfast: a hefty plate with three eggs, sausage links, bacon, cut avocado, and what seems to be low-carb toast. The post reads, gotta eat ur gainz 2 gain ur gainz, and it’s so ridiculous that you’re infatuated with this reckless himbo. You wonder if you’d ever be able to hold an intellectual conversation with him, if you could ever manage to speak to him in the first place, but conversation wouldn’t matter if his mouth was between your thighs.

Following his example, you crack two eggs over a frying pan, sigh at the mostly empty fridge, then agonize over the state of Shuzenji’s yard. It’s worse than you thought it’d be. The pool is a sickly green color, and from where you’re standing inside, its murky depths seem to be almost opaque from the seaweed and garbage stewing together. Kelp litters the beige pavement, and there’s trash hiding in the shrubs. There’s a chocolate donut floaty bobbing around in there, too, and Shuzenji doesn’t own any floaties.

What a drag.

Before you get too far in your head about everything you’ll need to do to clean up, you quickly dial Denki’s number. He picks up after a ring and a half.

“I know what you’re about to ask,” says the boy on the line, and from his cocky tone, you can assume it’s not going to be about the cleanup. “I am absolutely free tonight. If you wanted to grab drinks at the Salty Barrel, maybe go on a romantic rendezvous out on the beach, watch the sunset on or in a couple blankets, I wouldn’t complain.”

“I’m not calling to ask you on a date, Kaminari,” you say as you step outside. The pavement is cold underneath your bare feet, and you have to tip-toe around to be sure not to let any kelp touch your skin. Yuck.

“But you’re not, not calling about a date, either,” he counters. By the volume of his voice, you can tell that he’s in his van, talking to you over the speaker. Good. So he’s already out and about.

“I need you to tell me how to drain Shuzenji’s pool.” Call you cold, but you’re used to Denki’s flirty nature by now, and you’ve learned that the best way to deal with it, is to not acknowledge it. Of course, you can’t be too callous when it comes to him, especially when you actually need his help. You eye the dangerously complex-looking valves off to the side of the house, and grimace. “There’s too many twisty thingies! I’m not sure what to do!”

“Now, hold your horses, little lady! Don’t go twisting any thingies just yet. Draining a pool is a process.” There’s a long pause, the loud growl of an engine, then silence. He’d pulled over to talk to you. “How’s your TDL? And what kinda PVC pipes you got?”

“The huh and what?” You don’t need to pretend to be in distress—you have no idea what he’s talking about.

“Listen, don’t touch anything. You’re calling because the pool’s a mess right now, right? You don’t need to drain it; at least, not yet. I can swing by in an hour or so to clean it, but I’ve gotta make some stops first. You’re not the only single woman who wants to watch me do my thang, especially not after yesterday.”

“It’s so bad, Kaminari.” The water in the pool sloshes around, like there’s actually something in it causing the water to ungulate and burble. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Don’t worry your pretty, little head over it. You've got me, okay? It’s my job to protect and serve.”

“You’re not a cop.”

“Nope, I’m better than a cop. I’m a pool guy.”

He goes on to ask you to check out what kind of drain the pool has, if you can find the drain, then loses you when he starts talking numbers and gallons. While still on the phone, you send a few texts to Shuzenji, explaining the predicament, then Denki mentions rates. You’re getting the cutie pie discount, doubled because he counts Shuzenji as a “cutie pie” too—something you mention to her because she’ll get a kick out of it—then he drops all business to ask about food.

“I’m cooking my breakfast,” you say with a wary glance back at the house.

“But is your breakfast fries and a shake from Tiki Burger?”

You bite your lip as your stomach growls its empty sorrow. “No.”

“Would you like it to be?” His knowing grin is heard through the line.

“…I’m not gonna go out with you.”

He chuckles and you’re grateful that he can’t see your answering smile. “We’ll see how you feel after you see me work my magic. And hey, if you’d like me to wear a Speedo while I work—“

“You’ll be here in an hour?” You cut him off, because Denki in a Speedo is the last thing you need on your mind. The thought of Kirishima in a Speedo, however, gets you a little hot, which is saying a lot, since you’re a part of the Speedos and Dolphin-shorts Are Abominations To Swimwear belief system.

“Maybe sooner. I think my next client just needs me to check out their chemical levels. Inside pool and all. Everyone else knew to put a tarp out.”

The tarp you had blew away, but you don’t bother explaining that to Denki. Let him believe you’re the dim-witted “little lady” he wants you to be. If it means Shuzenji gets a discount, not that she can’t afford any bill Denki’s company throws at her, then let him believe you can’t open a pickle jar without a man’s help for all you care.  

“See you then,” you say, and end the call. There will be time to work on your charm once Denki gets here. Until then, you figure you could do some investigating so you’re not completely helpless.

Leaving your phone on the pavement so you don’t accidentally drop it in the water, you make your way around the pool to where you think you remember the drain being. You can’t say you’ll know what kind of drain it is, but if you remember correctly, it’s circular, and like, kinda meshy? That description simply won’t do.

Dropping down to your knees, you peer down into the pool, squinting, as if that can help you see through all the muck. There’s definitely a lot of kelp and algae, sand drifting through the water, someone’s wayward brazier, and oh. A school of fish—little babies circling about. It’s wild, but you suppose it could be possible if all the chlorine washed out and there was enough salt water to sustain marine life.

The fish move together, bopping into each other, mouths gaping open to eat whatever they find in their temporary home. You don’t know enough about marine life to know what kind of fish they are. Silvery little things. Maybe Denki has something that can help transport them from the pool to the ocean. It’s not far—Shuzenji’s house is on the beach. It would be a shame if all the little fish had to die. You don’t particularly care about touching or feeding fish, but a life is a life, and if they can be saved, you’d at least like to try.

But all your thoughts of saving fish life stop when you catch something moving in the water. It’s not the fish—they’re not that big, but it’s definitely fishlike. Fish plus. It moves like a shadow, serpentine and fluid. You catch a glimpse of scales, so it’s definitely not a dolphin—even then, it’s bigger than a dolphin, and more graceful than a shark. You begin thinking of leviathan, and other mythical creatures, as ridiculous as that is, when you see a long flowing fluke.

Okay. This thing is not just big. It’s gargantuan, and to see this much of the creature without seeing its head makes your skin crawl. You imagine falling in and being swallowed whole, suffocating in the dark, drowning in a monster’s belly.

The thought spooks you static, just in time to meet a pair of eyes in the water. This is your overactive imagination—you’re scaring yourself insane, but you don’t look away, and those eyes, almost human and curious, don’t disappear.

You’ve consumed enough media to know how these impossible interactions go. The creature is inquisitive, but keeps its distance. It often has to be coaxed out of hiding, and even then, the thing is skittish and untrusting. You’re certainly not one to go “pspsps, hey little guy, I’m not gonna hurt you,” but even if you were, you don’t get the chance, because this thing you’re looking at isn’t the least bit skittish, and in one second, you’re making eyes at at it, and in the next, the thing is exploding out of the water.

A large, broad chest towers over you. The thing pushes itself up with arms, human arms, but it’s anything but human. Sure, it has hair, although an odd purple color, framing its angular face and jaw, which are both human enough. Also framing its face are a pair of long, pointed fins sticking out from where human ears should be. Water dribbles down its chest, down to its navel—its navel. Your brain screams mammal, but underneath its navel are scales, rippling down to where its legs should be. Not human. Not fish.

Fish plus.

Man.

Fish plus man.

Fish-man.

Its eyes are almost the same color as its hair, only a shade lighter, and much sharper, narrowed in on you. It’s glaring. You realize this at the same time you realize that you're staring at it with your mouth agape. This would be so rude in any other setting. It’s also rude to pop out of a pool that isn’t yours without any other warning, but you’re not about to chastise the thing. You’re far too scared.

Then the thing reaches out to you, sprinkling water on your thighs and your shirt. Its hands look like a man’s hand, but its long fingers are connected by thin, indigo webbing that matches its tail. Its tail. You lose focus trying to find the word for this creature that’s barely on the tip of your tongue, when you realize the palm of its hand, its fishy, webby hand, is hovering over your cheek, the other carefully placed next to your knee to keep it upright.

You open your mouth to speak, but only a hiss comes out. The creature, wary, brings its hand back, but only slightly. Not enough to put you at ease, but enough to allow you to gain your composure, and scream.

“H-help!!!” You screech. “Help! Somebody! Help me!”

It claps its hand over your mouth, knocking you back. Water drips down on your shirt as it leans in, mouth curling up with distaste. Then, it does something impossible.

It speaks.

“So loud,” it growls in a low, masculine timbre.

It speaks, you think, it speaks and it has no manners!

You try to yell back, probably something with little thought, but you have a mouth full of fish-man hand, and the more you warble in its palm, the more apathetic it appears.

“Be quiet and still,” it commands, as if obeying it is supposed to be the most natural thing—something it expects from you. It catches you so off-guard that you actually listen, only trembling a little bit as those indigo eyes scan over your form. It’s uncomfortable having an unknown but cognizant creature observe you so closely. You shiver when its gaze roams over your belly, down your legs. You want to curl your legs up, move away, but you’re afraid if you even twitch more than it’s comfortable with, it’ll grab you and drag you into the pool. Your nightmare.

Instead, it does something slightly less worse. It moves its hand from your mouth to your cheek. The palm of its hand warms your skin in an unnatural way, like you’ve been laying in the sun for half an hour and it’s only your cheek that heats up. The creature's eyes widen as light begins to emanate, either from you, or from it, you’re not sure, but definitely from where it touches you. Tingles run from your neck down to your spine, and you wish you’d put a bra on before going outside, because this thing’s touch is making your body react in a way that it shouldn’t.

“So easy,” it purrs appraisingly, somewhat less insolent, but you’re still taken aback, ears hot with embarrassment.

Un-fucking-likely.

“Easy?!” You squawk out. “What do you mean by easy?”

It doesn’t answer you, and instead, moves its fingers from your cheek, down your jaw, to your chin. It begins leaning closer, heavy lids closing. You notice its lips for the first time: a defined line and a pretty bow. If you were in a less dire situation, you’d be able to admit that they’re very nice lips, but they’re getting closer to you, closer still, and you realize with a jolt what it’s trying to do.

Your foot meets its chest in a heartbeat.

“Nope!” You belt out, extending your leg so there’s more distance between you and the impolite beast. “Not today, fish-breath!”

Unperturbed, it lifts a lazy brow. Then, to your absolute horror, it presses both of its hands into your bare leg, and again you’re lit up, warm, and tingly, only far worse than before. Stomach tightening, you make a choked noise, trying to hold in the sigh that claws at your throat.

“Fish-breath.” It repeats your insult like it’s a balled-up piece of paper to be thrown in the trash. “I’ve been told that my aroma is quite appealing.”

“By whom? Other fish-breaths?!” You wriggle your leg out of his embrace, or whatever you could call that invasion, only to have it slip down so your foot rests in the fish-man’s hands, bright as the stars in the sky. “Eww ew! Don’t touch me! Get away!”

The creature scoffs, but let’s you go, and you both watch as the light disappears from the arch of your foot where he’d been touching. Fish-man slinks back into the murky water, hiding under a blanket of algae.

You have enough time to gather your composure, wipe the water droplets off your face, and rub your eyes. For a moment, you try to convince yourself that this has all been a sleep-deprived hallucination, but you’ve never really been one to delude yourself, unless your Kirishima fantasies were involved, and you know that you’ll have to try another tactic to accept the reality of your situation. Perhaps you can try to be civil with this creature, ask it if it’s…hurt, or if it needs a late night escort to get it back to the sea. But then, the thing resurfaces on the opposite end of the pool. It faces you, and leans back against the wall, arms spread out against the pavement, basking.

“You know,” he says, “your decorum is severely lacking. Don’t humans have classes that teach them proper etiquette—how to be more polite towards their guests and such?”

What’s lacking is your patience for marine life.

Standing up, you take in the thing, which you’re now pretty sure is in fact a man of sorts, in its entirety. His tail is long, longer than human legs, extending past the halfway mark of the pool, if your measurement counts his fluke. There’s a golden cuff on his right arm that spirals around, accentuating his large biceps. You stubbornly admit that it’s attractive—he’s attractive, at least, he would be for people who were into fish and not surfers. You brush whatever you’re feeling in the pit of your stomach off by telling yourself that you’re simply awestruck, and move on.

“Where I’m from-“ you begin, straightening your sodden crop top- “we offer our guests various beverages and snacks, depending on the time of day.”

Annoyingly, he looks interested.

“Since it’s the morning, I’d offer a guest tea, or coffee, and if I’m looking to impress, I’d maybe cook them a hot meal.”

The creature offers you a sardonic smile. “I happen to be famished.”

“However, with home-invaders, we’re more likely to pull a gun on them before heating up the earl grey.”

He loses the smile, and you’re glad that he might have an inkling of what a gun is. You’ve never owned one, and they don’t allow firearms on the island, but the threat stands. But if he was intimidated, even for a moment, he doesn’t show it anymore, and proves just that by turning his back on you, and resting his head in his arms. He has a dorsal fin with what looks to be a deep, x-shaped scar near his tailbone. You try not to wonder what that could’ve been from.

“Then how do you propose I go from a home-invader, to a house guest?” Asks the creature with little interest.

Cautiously walking around the pool with your arms crossed, you begin to list things off for the far-too-comfortable fish-man.

“You can start by telling me who you are, what you are, why you’re here, what you want, and why you think you can lay your webbed hands on me.”

“Oh, is that all?” He hums noncommittally. Content. Aggravating. “Why don’t you start then? Who are you, and why are you here?”

The back of your neck grows hot and uncomfortable. “How entitled do you have to be to—!” You start, but you’re swiftly cut off by the shrieking of the fire alarm. Smoke plumes from outside the house’s windows, and you curse under your breath before darting towards the door. You’d completely forgotten about your eggs.

In your haste to move the pan off the stove, you burn your fingers and drop the pan to the kitchen floor, two blackened egg crisps flaking off and diving in different directions. Mango yowls at the commotion and investigates one of the fallen egg crisps. Before you can tell him to buzz off, he loses interest in your mess, not bothering to give it a taste. You don’t blame him, but the eggs didn’t appear to be cat-bad. Ah, you can’t kid yourself. They are cat-bad. They’re completely inedible. Now you’re going to have to head to the market, while worrying about a man trapped in Shuzenji’s pool.

Your stomach roars at you.

After cleaning the mess as best as you could while desperately and ruefully wanting to return to your guest—no, not guest—invader, you get the alarm, half-heartedly fan the smoke out of the house, and return. Angry. This guy better start talking soon, or things are going to get ugly.

To your utter displeasure, he looks all the more amused at your newer, messier state.

“Was that supposed to be the hot meal,” he asks, cocky. “Because if so, I’ll pass.”

Instead of biting his head off like you’d like to, you present him with the still-dirty frying pan, pointing it at his head like you intend to use it.

“Start talking, fish-for-brains.”

The beast snickers, raising his hands in the air in mock-surrender. “Easy there, tiger shark. You know how to use that thing?”

You refuse to humor him. Instead, you keep your scowl tight, your arms steady. If he’s not threatened, he’ll lose interest in this game, then he’ll have to talk.

Lo and behold, you’re right. The fish-man rolls his eyes, and looks at you, again, with apathy.

“My name is Hitoshi Shinsou,” he says, lackadaisical, like he’s already bored of himself. “I’m one of Ryūjin. What humans have learned to call merpeople are actually descendants of the sea gods who lived centuries ago. I’m here, simply because the storm washed me here. What I want is to retrieve what’s mine. I thought I could lay my webbed hands on you—well-“ the corner of his mouth tilts up-“darlin’, it was because your body reacted to me.”

Mouth forming the beginning of a question that never comes, you stare in disbelief at this myth. Then the last thing he said dawns at you.

“I did not react to you!” You rebuke, steady hands now shaking.

“Oh no?” He says, but it’s not a question. It’s a challenge.

Hitoshi grabs the flat end of the frying pan and yanks it, and you, closer to him, closer to the water. You cringe and whine when a wet, webby hand closes around your wrist. Inadvertently, you drop the pan, but he pays it no mind as it sinks past his tail. Your skin begins to glow underneath his palms, and the tingles come back, shooting up your arm, causing tiny goosebumps to appear.

“Would you look at that,” Hitoshi croons, slow and almost sensuously. His indigo eyes narrow on your index finger where you’d burned yourself. To add to this nightmare, he closes his lips around it, and begins to suck. Your stomach flips, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re disgusted, or scared, or…enjoying the feeling of his warm mouth, his tongue, touching your skin.

“Stop.” It’s a whisper. It means nothing. You think you want it to mean something, but your thoughts are buzzing into a blur. Knees growing weak, you descend, leaning closer to him, not caring about the water or the seaweed or the fish, and instead, entirely focused on his mouth. It’s glowing, his mouth. Faintly. Like a single candle lit in an otherwise empty room.

When he eases off of you, he runs his thumb over your now-healed finger, and let’s your arm fall limply at your side.

“All better,” he whispers back at you.

There are prickles all over your skin once you regain an ounce of dignity.

“What the hell was that?” You ask, breathless for no other reason than shock.

“The glowing?” He asks. “The healing?”

“Both.”

“Your reaction to me.” He’s cocky again. This is something sick. Mythical creature or not, this has got to be a game he plays, washing into people’s pools, causing problems, sucking on lonely girls’ fingers. He probably gets his kicks this way, and uses whatever other kind of magic he has to erase whoever he’s tormenting’s memories, if he doesn’t end up eating them when he’s done. Bogus.

You won’t let him get to you.

“Alright, Hitoshi Shinsou, how would you like me to get you back into the ocean? You healed my finger-“ although it’s essentially his fault you were burned to begin with, if you take into account the sequence of events-“so helping you out is the least that I can do.”

“I could use your help,” he muses lightly, turning his body back around to his chest and abdomen are turned towards  the sun. You tell yourself not to stare like you know he probably wants you to. Though his eyes are closed, he peeps at you, sneaking a glance. “I don’t want to go back into the ocean, though. Not until I get what’s mine.”

With the might of a girl who just wants to go back inside and scroll through her phone, you swallow your bite, and ask, “what would that be?”

“Oh, this and that-“ he waves his hand around dismissively-“other things.”

With the might of a girl who just wants to go back inside and find another frying pan, you say, “alright, listen. Someone is on their way to the house to clean the pool. I don’t know what one of Ryūjin means, but I’m guessing people like you don’t always want to be discovered by people like us. So you either tell me what it is you need, or see how my pool guy reacts to a mermaid lounging around in my backyard! I wouldn’t put it against him to call the local news station. Get this place flooding with cameras. Does that sound like a pretty picture to you?”

Absolutely none of your threats penetrate Hitoshi’s cool nature. In fact, he laughs.

“When he gets here,” the merman drawls, knowing he’s got you hanging on every word, “invite him to swim.”

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[starshipsofstarlord]

It’s Them

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Summary: whilst in class, an unknown number messages you giving you all hope and an answer

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: mentions of death, crying

Word Count: 957

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Life had become a spiralling pattern, especially since school had once more started. Summer was over, but you’d never forget all that you all had endured throughout it. You had gained endless memories, good and bad, but overall it had been like a sinking ship - literally.

During the storm as they had tried to escape, Sarah and John B had failed to resurface from the wreckage of the Phantom, leaving all hope that you had in ever seeing them to dissipate. And thus, the scheme that Ward had covered up remained secret from the authorities, they didn’t care about what a bunch of kids said, They would always take the word of a kook.

It was practically discrimination, but that was usual for the island. But Sarah and John B weren’t the only death that sounded through the night; it was clear that your and JJ’s relationship was on its last feet. It was simply a matter of time until that ended. Nothing was particularly wrong there, it was due to the pressure of recent losses and lack of engagement. At the start, you were each other’s primary source of comfort, and now distance was the only way that you related.

There was nothing positive in recent times. Everything was wilting before your very own eyes, and you wanted nothing to get off the coast and leave for somewhere silent and peaceful, though it’d be a while until you could ever afford to do such a thing. More so since you were stuck in class, overcome by boredom as you scrolled through your phone, your thumb mindlessly dragging across the screen, doing nothing in particular, touching the device to do nothing more than to pass the time.

Your body jolted from surprise as your phone pinged, alerting you of a message. Unknown caller. And it was not only directed to you, it was a created group chat, including Pope, Kie and your boyfriend. They seemed to have noticed the notification as well as they grasped their phones out, seeing the message that had been left by an assumed stranger. The teacher turned around, having heard the multiple chimes that had rang out through the classroom, expectedly staring at his students.

Opening the message, adrenaline coursed through your veins as you saw two faces that you never thought you’d see again. Sarah and John B. You blinked a few times to make sure that you weren’t imagining it, and compared phones with Kie. As you all analysed the image, you couldn’t wait any longer, grasping your bag onto your shoulder, you prepared to leave as you darted out from your seat, and fled the room.

You could feel tears pricking your eyes as your chest heaved, shocked by the turn of events. Kie followed, exempting her leave for a family emergency, whilst JJ swiftly chased after you, also enduring complacency to the situation. This was his best friend, possibly alive. Now that would be one hell of a miracle. “Holy shit.” You breathed, placing your hand on your chest once you rested your head on one of the outside walls, feeling your heart thumping below your palm.

''Shoupe said they didn't make it,'' Kiara spoke, remembering those words rather vividly, and more so than she would like to. ''He said that the Phantom had turned over and that Sarah and John B had drowned.” At the words, you winced, tapping your fingers along the corner of your phone as you did the one thing that your mind was screaming for you to do. And that was reply, slowly you began to type out a response, a shadow soon looming over your side, stroking your elbow, it was JJ.

“What do we do?” Pope questioned, almost unable to comprehend that his friends could possibly still be alive and breathing. It almost felt like some sick joke, a hoax to cause you further pain. But one thing was for certain - you had to know whether it was or wasn’t, and there was only a singular way in which you could do that.

“I’m on it.” You told them, JJ’s scanning your screen as your fingers danced over the keypad and shakily so. “I can’t.” You shook your head, dismissing your tears, almost embarrassed that you weren’t strong enough to message someone. Kiara sent you a comforting smile, taking the proposition of doing so upon herself, sending WTF is this you? It felt like hours as you tapped your foot, although the response sprung through almost instantaneously.

Is JJ there? It enquired, and as you turned your head, you saw your boyfriend almost breaking down at the sight of what was on his phone. They had been best friends for so long it was literally torture for him to endure time like this away from him, and you could feel a new light beam down on you all, as though you were getting a second chance.

I’m here Bree. He was and you were never going to let space come between the pair of you again. Did you jump my short board? The alleged John B asked, and from that smile that the blond wore, it was all the confirmation that you needed to know that it truly was the Routledge. “It’s him,” he spoke, and from the surfacing relief that adorned your emotions, tears began to sweep down your face.

JJ rang his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you hid your face in his neck, lightly sobbing in the home smelling crevice of his skin. He was your home, and now the rest of your family was going to return, and you would do your best to help them with that obstacle of doing so.

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Sweater - G.W.

George Weasley x fem!reader

Requested: yes

hi could you write something for george weasley using prompts 29, 11, 36? if your requests are still open❤️⚡️

“i’m running out of jumpers, just so you know”

“i like having something that smells like you”

“how long have you been standing there?”

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: the 5 times George Weasley sees you in his sweater and the 1 time you get your own. 

Warnings: mentions of food

A/N: we’re just gonna //ignore// that this doesn’t follow the canon timeline exactly (especially where they spent christmas certain years) okay? cool. also! this was very festive so i guess this can be counted as a christmas fic 🥰

Prompts are in bold

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One 

The Gryffindor common room was freezing. Despite being situated as close to the fire as physically possible (without getting burned), you shivered and shook in your thin sweater. You were trying to work on a last minute potions essay, the last one before the Christmas hols began, but your current freezing state was stopping you from writing another word. 

You scanned the empty room, most students already having retired to bed that night. A flash of blue and yellow in the far corner of the room caught your eye. Quickly, you scrambled up off the floor and rushed to investigate. 

On the back of one of the squishy red couches hung a blue sweater with a yellow letter G right in the middle. You knew immediately who owned it: George Weasley, another Gryffinder first year like you. With another glance around the room, you quickly snatched it up and slid it over your head.

Immediately, the thick wool provided enough warmth for you to get back to your work. 

A while later, you finished the last sentence of your paper with a flourish, just as you heard someone shuffle down the spiral staircase and into the common room. Your head snapped up as the person in question came to view and your heart stopped.

“Y/L/N?” George whispered, barely making your face out since the fire was directly behind you. 

“Hi George,” You squeaked, “What’re you doing up so late?” 

His eyes darted around the room in search of something, and you felt your stomach drop. “Erm, yeah. I got cold so I was just looking for my–” 

When his gaze circled back to you he finally noticed what you were wearing, “Is that my sweater?” 

You nodded, squirming under his gaze. If it wasn’t past midnight in the dead of winter, and if he wasn’t hazy with sleep, he would’ve probably teased you senselessly about it. But seeing the sweater swallowing you, the shoulders slipping off and the sleeves way past your fingers, all he could do was grin. 

“It’s alright,” He said, “Just wanted to know where it was. At least now I know that it’s in good hands.” 

With a cheeky wink, he turned on his heel and trudged back up the boys’ staircase. You were left staring at where he previously stood, your mouth slightly agape.

Did that really just happen?

Two 

Gleeful shouts carried over from the snow covered fields and into the warm house. From your spot by the window, you could just barely make out the tiny figures zooming past each other, contrasting against the pale landscape. 

You clutched at a steaming mug of tea, basking in the warmth it gave your chilly hands. Despite your best efforts, you were still shivering in the house that most likely had several heating charms in place at all times. 

After being friends with the Weasley twins for nearly three and a half years, you were finally going to spend the Christmas hols at the Burrow with their family. To say you were excited would be an understatement. With everything going on in school, you were ecstatic to be able to spend some time with some of your best friends. 

The warmth and the heavenly smells radiating from the kitchen made you gravitate towards the door. Maybe helping out with the cooking could ease up some of the chill you had in your bones. 

“Would you like some help, Molly?” You asked hopefully, seeing her putter about in the kitchen. You knew that she had a whole hoard of mouths to fill, so you were happy to offer her some assistance. 

She tutted in response, “Nonsense, dear! I’m quite fine managing on my own. Thank you for the offer.” 

With a swish of her wand, several things in the kitchen began moving at once and you were left to your own devices. You spared a quick glance out the window, only to see the silhouettes still racing in the sky. 

An idea struck you and you made your way up the stairs as quickly as possible without drawing too much attention to yourself. Thankfully, the twins’ room was just on the second floor of the house and their door was left slightly ajar. 

You were quick to spot George’s battered old trunk laying at the foot of his bed. Your cold fingers nimbly popped the latch open and clutched onto exactly what you were looking for. His old blue Christmas sweater was soft to touch and a little worn, but you thought that it added to its charm. 

One of the main reasons why you rummaged through George’s things for his sweater, instead of Fred’s, was that his distinct woodsmoke and apple scent clung onto it and made you feel safe and warm wrapped in it. You pressed the soft fabric to your face and inhaled deeply, taking comfort in the familiar scent of your best friend. 

You were not sniffing the jumper because it reminded you of your crush on a certain redheaded twin, no. Not at all. 

Swiftly, you lifted the jumper above your head and slipped into it. You loved the feel of the warm wool enveloping your frame. It would have been almost perfect if you hadn’t heard someone clear their throat from the doorway.

Your heart jumped to your throat as you turned on your heel and spotted George leaning against the doorway. 

“Well, well, well,” He teased, making his way to you, “What do we have here? A sweater thief?” 

“How long have you been standing there?” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

“Long enough to see that you’re apparently obsessed with me.” He grinned cheekily. 

You rolled your eyes and tried to hide the fact that a blush was creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks, “Shove off, Weasley.” 

He swung an arm loosely around your shoulders, “Well I don’t think you can use that kind of language on me now, Y/N. Especially when that’s my jumper you’re going around wearing and sniffing.” 

You groaned, shoving your head on his chest to hide your embarrassment, “I just like having something th–”

“You’re going to have to speak up, love, I can’t quite understand you.” He said, and you felt like his teasing grin would be permanently etched onto his face. 

“I like having something that smells like you, okay?” You mumbled, this time a little louder and less muffled. 

When George didn’t immediately respond, your heart began to pick up its pace in your chest. Slowly, you backed away from his face and your gaze landed on the flush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

A slow smile etched itself onto your face, “Have I just made the George Weasley blush?”

“Oh shut it sweater sniffer.”  

You laughed, the slightly awkward tension dissipating at the sound and the two of you made your way back downstairs. 

Three 

“Psst.” A voice whispered next to you. 

Your brows furrowed and you looked up from the book in front of you to see your boyfriend grinning cheekily at you, “Yes, George?” 

The Great Hall was practically silent, the only sounds resonating throughout the space were the scratching of quills and the rolling of parchment. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you weren't about to get scolded for chatting during study hall. 

“Nothing,” He said bashfully, “I just think you look very beautiful today.” 

Surprised at his sudden show of affection, you grinned up at him, “Thanks Georgie.” 

Your hand slid across the dark stained table to squeeze his and you hadn’t let go as you continued on with your coursework. You were able to get quite a bit done before you felt George squeezing your hand to get your attention. When your eyes met his, you sent him a look to say what is it this time? 

Slowly, he shuffled close enough to you to whisper directly into your ear, “I think you’d look much better wearing something of mine though.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you focused back on the rolls of parchment before you. Ever since you two had officially gotten together, George had a thing for you wearing any type of clothing of his. His most favorite, he had confessed, was when you wore his Christmas jumpers. The nostalgia attached to the piece of clothing and seeing it envelop you made his heart soar whenever you’d slip it over your head. 

The next Friday, despite the freezing weather, all students were required to head out to the Black Lake to watch the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament. You took it as an opportunity to adorn the blue and yellow sweater, making sure to layer appropriately for the below zero temperatures. 

You could hear the twins’ shenanigans before you even reached the stands. The pair of red hair stood out among the crowds and let you know which direction to make your way to. Thankfully, you also spotted Lee Jordan saving a few seats around him while the twins went and collected bets. 

When you reached him, he sent you a grin and patted a space next to him. The two of you chatted aimlessly for a bit, waiting not so patiently for either the twins to come back or for the second task to begin. 

From George’s spot within the crowds, he glanced back at where he knew Lee to be saving a seat for him. The sight of you all bundled up in his sweater made something in his heart stop. The chilly breeze nipping at your face had caused your nose to turn slightly pink, and the way your hands fumbled at the end of the long sleeves moved something in him. He’s suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to keep you in his life for as long as you let him. 

You catch his eye from your position and send him a small wave. He grins and returns the gesture before Fred nudges him in the side to take the payment a third year is holding out. 

Four 

The whole house seemed to absorb the darkness that the Weasley clan brought with them. It was nearing sun up, and the lot of you along with Harry, Remus, and Sirius were all gathered in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, awaiting any sort of sign that Arthur was going to be okay. 

After being shaken awake at the dead of night by George who was a mess of stumbled over words and tight grips, you didn’t think of anything else but to slip on the sweater he had lent you and follow him to Dumbledore’s office. Professor McGonagall simply raised her eyebrows at your presence in the midst of the rest of the Weasley children, saying nothing as she saw how George had clung on so tightly to you. 

The illegal portkey Dumbledore created landed you right in the middle of the dreary old house you had spent much of your summer in. Remus and Sirius had tried their hardest to distract everyone from the brutality of the situation, but your boyfriend and his siblings wanted nothing but to sit around anxiously for any signal from the outside world. 

So far, you had nodded in and out of sleep, your head lightly tapping against George’s shoulder as you fought to just be there with him. His grip on your hand had not ceased, but you weren’t complaining. His leg bounced up and down anxiously and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“It’ll be okay Georgie,” Became your mantra of the night, whispering it every so often and rubbing the back of his hand gently with your thumb. 

He wouldn’t say anything in reply, his red rimmed eyes were unfocused, but you knew he heard you with the way he squeezed your hand. 

When the message from Molly comes, spirits are slightly raised, but there’s still so much uncertainty. You decided to step out for a moment to use the restroom, splashing some cold water on your face in an attempt to wake yourself up some more. As you took in your sleep deprived and disheveled state in the mirror, you remembered that you’ve been wearing George’s sweater. 

Quickly, you haphazardly pulled the garment over your head, smoothing down the crumpled sleeping shirt you’ve been wearing under it. In a flash, you’re making your way to where the Weasley clan has settled in for what seems like the whole day and take a seat next to George once again.

Silently, you held out his sweater to him. It took a few seconds for him to realize that you were offering for him to wear it. 

“Thought you’d need the extra comfort right now,” You whispered, urging him to put it on. 

A spark of recognition blazed in his eyes and he gently took the soft sweater from your hands. The moment it slipped over his head, he was immediately engulfed in your scent. All of a sudden, he was transported to three years prior when you had told him you enjoyed having something that smelled like him. 

When his eyes met yours, you could make out a ghost of a smile on his lips. It had been the first expression he had pulled that night, or well it was early morning now, that wasn’t a grimace or a look of concern. 

You smiled tentatively back at him, and he took your hand in his once again. 

Five 

The pale winter morning light leaked in through the windows and you blinked blearily. The soft inhale and exhale of George beside you and the warmth under the covers almost convinces you that you could afford to shut your eyes for a few more minutes. Almost. You groan as you remember what day it is and that you should be up soon. 

It was Christmas morning. The first Christmas after the war had ended, and everyone was eager to bring some festive cheer back into their lives after having gone through such dark times. 

As silently as you could, you left the warm confines of the duvet and began to pad your way into the kitchen. Christmas morning called for a full english and a pot of fresh tea. On the way out of the room you shared with George, you snagged one of his older blue sweaters and pulled it over your head. 

Thankfully, that morning Fred hadn’t made it out of bed yet. Breakfast at the flat above the shop could go two ways; either you made it out of bed first and got the food cooking on the stove before one of the twins stumbled in sleepily, or Fred would be sat on the couch nursing his nth cup of tea that morning, having woken up due to some nightmares that he couldn’t quite shake off yet. 

With a flick of your wand, ingredients made their way into their perspective pans, and plates and utensils floated down from the cupboards and onto the kitchen table. Soon, the enticing aroma of your favorite meal of the day was wafting through the corridors and into the other rooms. 

As you were plating the steaming food, a voice called out from behind you, “I’m running out of jumpers you know.”

You looked up from your position fixing the plates of food on the table, to see George leaning against the door frame. Clad in only his pajama bottoms, you silently wondered if he was just never cold or if he did this to tease you on purpose. 

“What’s yours is mine, love.” You shrugged, walking over to him and pressing a small kiss at the very edge of his mouth.

“Guess it’s good that you make me wonderful food everyday,” He says, eyeing the food laid out in front of him. 

You roll your eyes playfully, “Oi, keep talking like that and I’m making meals just for myself!” 

-

Later in the day, you sipped peacefully on Molly’s famous hot chocolate, seated on the squishy couch as the rest of the Weasley clan began to open their gifts. Fred was sat under the tree, rummaging through the different wrapped packages and throwing them to whomever they were addressed to. Little by little, each Weasley sibling began to pull out their signature colored Weasley jumper. 

It filled your heart with so much warmth that you could all come together, especially after the last year you’ve had. Being separated from the people you loved and cared for the most had really taken a toll on all of you, so being under one roof together with nothing dark looming at the back of your minds, was such a blessing. 

“Hey,” George whispered from where he stood behind the couch, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

You turned slightly to look back at him, “What’s up, Georgie?” 

“Come with me,” He nudged his head in the direction of the door. 

“But I’m all warm and cozy,” You whined, motioning to the cup of hot chocolate in your hands, “Do I have to?” 

“Oh just come on,” He rolled his eyes, going to place his hands under your armpits in an attempt to lift you off the sofa. 

“Oi!” You complained, “I’m coming, I’m coming! Don’t get your wand in a knot.” 

A few of the Weasleys sent amused glances your way, but this kind of interaction wasn’t unusual in the household so they mostly left you to your own devices. You hadn’t noticed that Molly was eyeing you with a slightly cheeky glint in her eye. She knew exactly what her son had in mind. 

You gently placed your mug on the coffee table before turning around and linking your arm with George’s. He brought you just by the window of the kitchen and gave you a big grin.

“Alright then, Weasley. What’s all this about then?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I just wanted a little privacy so I could give you your gift.” An eyebrow raised slightly, you waited for him to continue, “I just thought you would finally like one of your own this year.” 

To say you were confused was an understatement. You eyed your boyfriend nervously as he pulled a wrapped package seemingly from thin air. You wasted no time pulling the ribbon and carefully tearing at the brown paper. 

Inside was a sweater that matched the exact blue of George’s, and right smack in the middle was the initial of your name in the same shade of yellow. 

Your eyes darted from the gift and back up at the wonderful soul in front of you, and you couldn’t help but feel the prick of tears welling up. 

He noticed this too, “Are you alright? I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just thought that you loved my jumpers so much that I would make you your own–”

At the realization that he had made the sweater himself, and hadn’t commissioned Molly to do it, made the dams of your eyes break. Your tears were freely falling by now and all you could think of doing was throwing your arms around George and pulling him into a slightly salty but ever so sweet kiss. 

“I love it,” You whispered once you broke apart, “This is the best Christmas gift ever.” 

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Better love hard

Pairing: Jennie x Lisa

Warnings: Plain smut, have fun

Summary: Lisa comes back home after almost a month of tiring promotions. Luckily, Jennie is waiting for her with open arms. And her boxers tight around her hips.

(Cedits: https://ar.pinterest.com/pin/470907704793255000/)

Lisa mumbles a few grateful words to her manager before getting out of the car.

She’s exhausted. She at least had the vision of exchanging a pair of killer high heels for her comfiest sneakers just before the plane ride. Now, she grants herself the benefit of swaying lazily from one feet to the other, leisurely making her way back inside her home.

It’s been a lot. Almost one month of chaotic promotions abroad, show after show, event after event, and both her body and mind are currently begging for some well-deserved rest.

She opens the door carefully, mindful of the time. The moon has been shining spotlessly for long by now, and Lisa knows, just by the immediate silence he finds in the living room, that her cats must be all spread out throughout the house, snoring after a day of jumping on one another.

Then, she steps further into the hall and makes a pause. Her ears catch the sound of muffled pop music rumbling from the kitchen, mixed with the velvety tones of a smooth, sweet voice.

Lisa’s heart grows three sizes in her chest and a rush of pure joy brings a dizzy smile in her face. Out of all the things she missed from the comfort of her routine, her girlfriend stands out as the one she craved the most.

A new wave of energy tingles through her limbs just by the prospect of having the brunette pressed into her arms. In a rush, Lisa moves to the kitchen, her pulse already quickening under her skin.

She makes a full pause just by the kitchen door, her doe stare growing immediately gassy at the sight before her.

Jennie is mindlessly working on the stove, softly swaying her hips as she hums along the rhythm of the upbeat music. Her hair falls in shiny, natural waves until her mid-back, just some inches after the end of her worn off crop top. The warm lights hanging above her moving figure hit her just in the right places, creating bright spots and caves of shadows that make Lisa’s breath hitch in disbelief.

But most importantly, the rest of the outfit. The heating system of the house allows the brunette to keep it light, merely choosing a pair of tight boxers to attempt to cover just barely half of her curves. Lisa needs to make the actual physical effort of not drooling out of honest craving. Proudly, in bold black letters contrasting to stark white, the boxer’s band sings her birth name, again and again.

The blonde does not wait any longer. The slight tickle of a possessive emotion puts her into motion, finally, finally letting herself be noticed by her girl.

“Well, isn’t this a lovely sight to come back home to?”

Jennie turns around first in a startle but then letting a grin spread open and wide in her stunned face.

Lisa scoots her into her embrace with delicacy.

“Oh my god! You are back!”, the brunette squeals, letting her lean arms wrap themselves around Lisa’s neck. She needs to tiptoe slightly, and the small gesture makes the blonde tighten her grip out of pure adoration.

“I’m back”, she answers simply, both to her girlfriend and to herself. A sweet, enchanting scent overwhelms her senses and Lisa can’t help but to let her nose run through the brunette’s neck.

Jennie sighs, her shoulders visible relaxing. The long distance took a toll on her, too.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I’d be over. It’s just- I missed you so much… oh”.

Her speech is cut short by the striking sensation of her girlfriend pressing open-mouthed kisses against her throat. Jennie leaves her mouth hanging open, blissed out.

“I love you”, Lisa mutters, her mouth still burning against the shorter girl’s skin, “I love you here. I love this. I love you like this”, she whispers finally, her long fingers itching down to grasp Jennie’s ass.

The brunette lets out a mewling sound before desperately searching down with her face, silently asking for attention.

The blonde does not disappoint. She catches Jennie’s lips in a slow, deep kiss that has them both melting into soft whimpers. Lisa’s fingers trace the embroidery of her name almost reverently before searching down to press her girlfriend against her once again. When Jennie takes a second to breathe, the tallest girl ties their tongues together, curling just enough to make the brunette’s knees fail under her weight.

“Oh, are we needy?”, Jennie manages to tease, her voice coming out rough and breathless.

Lisa bites her lower lip as she presses the shortest girl against the counter.

“I don’t know”, she answers, angling down to suck on the brunette’s collarbones, making her shiver. “Are we?”

The blonde’s long fingers sneak up the old crop top. Steady indents move around Jennie’s chest with utmost skill, playful, and the brunette can’t help but to buck her hips against the tallest girl, growing impatient.

“The stove”, she manages to utter, her body betraying her words as she keeps aching towards Lisa’s mouth. “I’m making your favorite”.

The blonde chuckles darkly. The teasing sound sends a dull shock right into Jennie’s core. Lisa merely leans over to her right to turn the device off before going back to her waiting girlfriend.

“Oh, love. This is my favorite”.

Lisa pulls Jennie into a messy, loud kiss as she accommodates to press her toned thigh just in between her legs. The brunette whimpers openly, both out of relief and renewed need. She moves her hips by her own at first finding delight in the sharp friction.

“You look so pretty like this, Jen”, the blonde murmurs, her voice mixing with Jennie’s broken sounds. “So needy against my leg. Wetting my boxers”.

Lisa rises her thigh just a bit, and the brunette whines. She keeps thrusting up in a steady pace, growing more and more desperate, the feeling on her core both delicious and maddening.

“Lisa- please. Love, I’m-”

She wants more. Anything. She feels the burning in her lower stomach growing explosive, threatening.

“You want my fingers, sweetie?”

“Yes”, Jennie chants. Her movements falter slightly. “Yes, please”.

Lisa grumbles in disagreement before grasping her girlfriend’s hips tightly. She pushes up and down her leg in a delirious pace, coaxing a rough moan to escape from the brunette’s throat. Her tongue melts into the heat of the shortest girl’s mouth once again.

“No”, she states between kisses. “I want you to come right into my boxers”.

Jennie can only hiss between her girlfriend’s assault. She’s so riled up, humping against her leg in utter need, letting out lewd noises without control. Her eyes have rolled up against her skull and it feels so, so fucking good-

“You like that, angel? Putting my clothes on just to let everybody know that you are taken?”

The brunette whines, nodding desperately. She’s so close, steadily clenching around nothing. Lisa’s draws tight circles on her breast before deciding to suckle with abandon.

“So fucking hot. And all mine, aren’t you?”

The thrusts become more shallow. Lisa lets her right hand fall sharply against her ass in a half-playful gesture.

It makes Jennie see stars.

“Tell me who you belong to, Jen. Come on”.

“You- ah. You, Lisa. I’m yours”, the brunette mumbles between broken moans, and the blonde angles her thigh up.

It’s enough. She’s falling into a toe-curling white bliss that makes her mind grow hazy. It almost hurts, shaking desperately while feeling so empty, and she’s about to whimper a complaint when her girlfriend’s fingers fill her up in a whim.

“Oh- Oh! Lisa, fuck. Please!”

The blonde hums, tonguing her neck. She lets her hands fall into a gentle motion, long indents pressing a memorized patter inside her girlfriend.

“It’s okay, sunshine. Let me take care of you. You are so good to me”.

Jennie is left with no options, really, but even if she had some, she’d chose staying like that, grinding down her lover’s hand, eyes closed and plump lips wide open. It’s perfect. The well-known heat spreads throughout her body once again, and she feels so complete, so full, so loved.

She is pulled into another kiss and Lisa’s movements grow quicker. Wet, squelching noses fill out the room alongside the still running music and it’s all overwhelmingly beautiful. Jennie clenches around her girlfriend’s fingers.

“That’s it, love. Come for me. You are so beautiful. Fuck, I wish I could fuck you all the time”.

It’s both the prying thumb added to the mixture and the dirty words whispered by her girlfriend that make Jennie fall down once again, this time in a softer, more lingering rush of bliss that has her panting against a needy kiss.

It takes her a few seconds to regain her senses. In the midst, Lisa pulls away carefully but still locks her around her embrace.

“I love you so much”, Jennie murmurs finally, her cat-like gaze growing softer as she focuses on her girlfriend. “I missed you so much, too. Never leave for that long again”.

Lisa lets her nose rub against the brunette’s.

“Then move in”, she simply states. “We’ve been together for so long, and- I just… I want to have you all the time. I know it would probably be a bit messy at-”

“Yes”.

Lisa blinks twice before smiling widely.

“But first, let me return the favor, you experienced traveler”. Jennie murmurs, her smooth voice dropping an octave, “and probably take my undies off. This one’s completely ruined”.

The blonde closes her eyes at the feeling of her girlfriend’s lips biting her earlobe.

“No worries, love. You won’t be needing then anytime soon”.

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[erensproudsimp]

Experiment

Hange Zoe x fem! reader Oneshot

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : Hange and you have been dating each other for quite some time. One day due to rain, you went over to Hange's and hehe hot stuff happens.

I've used they/them pronouns for Hange due to them being non-binary, hope y'all don't mind. :)

"HANGEEEE!" screaming down the hallway near the university laboratory, you entered said place joltily.

By this time all the science students were used you to coming by everyday while causing a ruckus to meet your significant other. You couldn't help yourself being always excited to see the only person who could make your day a million times better and today as usual you had something interesting to show them. Well, by interesting you meant something random you saw that day and just picked it up to give it to Hange. Never were they ever weird out by this as they were as eccentric as you.

"Look what I found today!" proudly bringing your hand close to their face to show them the red rock you saw in your yard.

"Heh, as usual my dear y/n, you never fail to fascinate me," they chuckled eyeing the objet closely.

"I shall add this wonderful rock to my series of collection of stuff you keep bringing to me everyday!" smilingly Hange took it.

This brought a faint blush on your cheeks as just the thought of Hange keeping the random stuff you bringing daily made you feel somewhat special.

" Sooo, what are you working on today?" you questioned them while looking at the equipment on the table.

"Ohohoho you don't know what I've just made!" they excitedly said dexterously arranging the mess to show you.

While they were enthusiastically explaining to you her recent invention, you couldn't help but stare at their jolliness. The way they made absolutely anything sound captivating just spellbound you. To describe it, it was like a meteor shower falling enlightening the night sky which you could gaze for hours, yeah, that's how Hange was.

"Hihi, that's awesome! I'm so proud of you!" you praised her happily.

"Hehe, I'm glad you appreciated my invention, after all I am your better half," haughtily they said which made you subconsciously smile.

Right at that moment a loud thunder was heard making you jump. Since morning it's been cloudy and you really hoped that it wouldn't rain in the evening as it would pose a problem for you to travel home by bus. The droplets were hitting hard against the window panes indicating it was a heavy shower. Disappointment filled your being.

"Noo, now how would I reach the bus stop on time with this weather," you complained utterly dejected and tensed.

"You know y/n, you can always ask me for a ride in my car right?" Hange said while pouring a clear liquid in a testing tube.

"I know but I don't wanna bother you."

"Oh come-on y/n, how can you ever bother me?" they reassured, "and if you really don't want to sound like a trouble then come over to my appartment. It's win-win situation, you reach home and I would get more time to spend with you."

"W-what, Hange please, ugh okay then I'll come with you," sighing you responded.

Waiting for Hange to finish up whatever they were doing but it wasn't as though you as a finance student would understand it to be able to help her out. Instead you were scrolling on Tiktok when they came up to you without warning making you jerk, "GOSH HANGE! YOU COULD HAVE CALLED FOR ME."

Chuckling, Hange grabbed your hand to make you stand up. Losing your footing, you fell in their arms which they gladly grabbed you. Giving you a brief forehead kiss, they proceeded to drag you to the parking lot. At first you didn't process the action making you scream but when you got the hang of it, you ran alongside with them hand in hand laughing.

Hange unlocked the car and you got into the front passenger seat. Both of you were laughing while still catching your breaths.

"Now off to my house we gooo!" Hange yelled as you were wearing your seatbelt.

Throughout the whole ride both of you conversed about each of your days and the daily news.

"Can you believe that Sasha and Nicollo are finally going out with each other? I always knew that they were a match made in heaven," you rambled as Hange listened to you intently while also focusing on the road.

"I mean I could see it happening seeing their compatibility and the way they complete each other, just like you complete me," Hange added.

Her last words made your face heat up which you hid by looking outside. Luckily for you, you finally reached your destination. It wasn't the first you came over to her appartement so you took her keys and ran inside. Normally her place would be messy like a dumpster because that human barely had time in her hands to take care of their house but for once it was spotless clean.

"Did Levi come over?" you asked them, hand on your hip.

"I-yeah. Yesterday he did. But I swear I'll try to be more responsible from now on!" Hange affirmed.

You took a deep breath and asked, "so what are we eating tonight?"

"I don't know y/n, you choose," they replied kicking their boots off to enter the residence.

"How about we order Pizza?"

"Sure thing love," grabbing her phone to order said food, Hange said.

"How about you go take a bath while I take out plates?" you suggested.

"I mean only if you're willing to join me," they smirked while leaning on the door.

Out of embarrassment you threw a pillow laying on the couch at her, "NO!"

"Sad, I was really hoping for some fun in there," they replied before running into the bathroom as you were about to hit them with another pillow.

While you waited for her to come out so that you in your turn could go freshen up, you arranged everything to be able to eat. Having such nights with Hange is always something you've dreamt of doing but you never had the courage to ask.

A few moments later, Hange came out with hair dripping wet which they were trying to dry with a towel. Damn they looked hot in that condition. Before you could start simp over them, you excused yourself to go bathe.

Feeling the warm water touch your skin evaporated all your stress from you as you relaxed. Coming out of the bathroom wearing Hange's clothes, you went to sit next to them on the couch. You noticed that the pizza had already arrived so you took a piece of it to eat. You two watched this popular series called 'Attack on titan' together until the pizza was finished.

Throwing the pizza cardboard in the bin, you went to see Hange already laying on the bed. Scooting to them, you placed your head on their shoulder as they held you tight with one arm and the other holding their phone. You were watching memes with her laughing when suddenly there was a video of two girls kissing came up which made your heart beat faster. You could tell Hange felt so as well as she swiped quickly to prevent awkwardness.

A little bit of tension remained in both of you yet no one made the first move. It kept growing as you felt their hot breath on your face because you were leaning on them.

Feeling bothered and assuming that Hange wasn't going to initiate it, you snatched their phone from their hand and kept it on the table next to the bed for you to straddle on them.

Shifting yourself to be more comfortable, you leaned down to smack your lips against theirs. Still processing whatever just happened, Hange went with the flow. For this moment at least. Hands on your ass, they squeezed them as you laid your body on theirs.

Lips still crashed against each others and tongues still fighting over control, Hange's minds began to fill with sexual fantasies that they could enact on you in this precise moment.

Pulling back from you, they settled your body on the bed to go search for something in the wardrobe. They came back with a blindfold facing you.

"Do you mind if I take your vision away for a while? I don't want to ruin the surprise of what I'm going to do to you."

Gulping hardly you took the black cloth and blinded yourself.

"Good girl," Hange praised giving you a headpat to continue their rummage.

With no warnings, you were pushed on the bed lightly. At first you didn't understand what was going on but that was before you felt a rope on your wrists which was being wrapped around them individually then pulled upwards signaling it was being tied down to the bed. The same thing was done for both of your legs.

Anticipation mounted in you as you felt hands running from your chest to your stomach.

"I hope that the ropes are not too tight, are they?" they concernedly asked.

You shaked your head to say no still having the blindfold on.

"No? Well, then I think you would love this being in your mouth," they said coming closer to you. You were expecting her to stuff her fingers in but it ended up being something you certainly didn't anticipate at all.

Holding your head up, they made you wear it. Initially it was uncomfortable but you managed to deal with it as it only turned you on more. It was a gag ball.

You laid your head on a pillow desperately craving Hange's touch but of course they were still searching for something.

"Don't worry y/n, I'll come to you as soon as I find that one thing I bought last week I wanted to test out," Hange spoke from the other side of the room.

Trying to keep your growing lust in control, you fidgeted with the device in your mouth.

" Ah-ha! found it, now wait for me y/n, I'll fuck you into oblivion soon," their voice coming out breathless.

Feelings the sides of the bed sink and a presence hoving above you, you became more excited to what Hange was going to do this time.

Their soft lips colliding again against yours as their hands ran down to unbutton your shirt leaving your bare chest naked as you weren't wearing any undergarments. For a few seconds Hange didn't do anything. As you were ripped from your eyesight, you couldn't see that Hange was in fact staring at the prefect roundness of your boobs displayed to them .

Unable to contain themselves, they ran their tongue on one of your breasts while the other was being fondled with their hands. Your breathing was quickening at their doings. Out of nowhere they bit your nipple softly making you bit the gagball stifling a moan.

Going lower on you they pulled down your pants while they kissed you on your bellybutton. Without warning again you felt a pain on your hip and teeth leaving your skin. Biting you again on the other side of your hip, Hange caressed your inner thighs. This time you couldn't contain the moan as it escaped your mouth through the gag ball.

Looking at your entrance, Hange saw that though they didn't yet completely lay hands on you, you were soaking wet. Then they assumed that it was probably from the long amount of time you had to wait for them.

You heard the opening of the cap of a tube. Your mind raced through all the possibilities of what it could be.

But of course it was the least thing you could expect as you felt something touching your cunt.

It was a lukewarm rubbery thing that was being ran through your swollen folds.

"Wanna guess what it is? Y/n," Hange said as you felt the object or whatever it was penetrate you. An 'hmm' came out of you as your back arched graciously making Hange widen their eyes.

"Ahaha, y/n you beautiful creature! You never cease to amaze me the more I explore you,"Hange complimented pushing the thing deeper into you.

" Lemme reward you for blessing me with his gorgeous sight and return you back your vision, "they continued.

Your insides felt empty as Hange had to remove the item to open the blindfold. You must say you had quite of the shocker to see them. Straddling you was a Hange that you didn't recognize.

They were wearing a black lingerie delicately complimented with black thigh highs and on their pelvis area was a strap-on-dildo.

"I wanted to experiment this on you," they gave you a light smirk before positioning themselves in front of your pussy. Taking the small bottle thrown on the bed nearby, Hange opened it. It was lube. Dropping quite some on the dildo, Hange jerked it to spread the lubricant.

Placing their hand on your hips for support, Hange inserted it again.

They couldn't describe how much they ravished to look at you in this state. As they were thrusting their hips in and out, the room became filled with your moans and Hange's name.

"Yes y/n scream my name louder. Make the neighbours hear how good I'm making you feel," Hange panted.

'Hmmm Hange I'm getting close, go faster please, "you begged them.

Taking your wishes into consideration, Hange did not double up the speed but rather trippled it. You were practically shaking on the bed as your screams got louder and louder.

Not late enough, you released yourself on them. The pleasure was so unbearable it almost hurted. Panting on the bed, you looked at the ceiling to regain control of yourself. Then looking back at Hange, only to see that they were already staring at you lovingly.

"Can you untie me now? I need to pee," you coughed.

"Ahaha, no piss on the bed," Hange declared as you were startled by their statement.

"Just kidding lemme help you refresh yourself," Hange joked making you feel relieved.

End.

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70 RICKORTY PROMPTS pt 3!

Here we go again! Same things apply, warnings at the start of the prompts. Everything is bottom!Morty unless otherwise stated. Also some prompts are gen.

70, guys. 70! And here I thought I was out of ideas. Anyway you can tell the moments when I was super horny while coming up with ideas. Some of these prompts get detailed and long but as always feel free to play around with the ideas.

Also with some of these I had no idea where I was going with them so pfft.

MPreg. Post-Promortyus. Those parasites reflected their own feelings. Morty asks Rick about it, what they did and said. Long story short, after some pressing, Rick admits everything that parasite said was true, he loves Morty and wants to have a baby with him. Morty finds the idea appealing, to be honest. He thinks about being pregnant with Rick’s baby and loves it.

Angst. As they get older Rick starts becoming forgetful and develops dementia. Morty is with him through it all and Rick can feel his own brilliant mind fading away, it scares him. They still have sex but as time goes on Rick gets less and less lucid. Eventually Rick dies in his sleep one night.

Non-con. Thriller. On the Citadel. There’s a serial rapist and killer loose on the Citadel. He targets Morty’s. The Morty’s disappear for 3 days and turn up dead on the forth. The police know the culprit is a Rick, given the DNA left behind, but DNA doesn’t vary much between dimensions so it doesn’t help much. They call in a specialist, a Rick who understands people and specializes in Profiling. The culprit redressed the bodies, showing them reverence, he loves these Morty’s. Things become complicated when Profiler Rick’s Morty gets abducted. ((Criminal Minds inspired))

Hebephilia. This Rick is a straight up Hebephile and has tried to reject that part of him his whole life. Morty happens to be right in his strike zone. He even left his own Beth when she was 13, fearing he might go after her. He thought these urges would mellow out in his old age but being around Morty is a challenge. And now Morty is confessing he’s in love with Rick and that he’s attracted to older people. After resisting his whole life Rick finally gives in and feels like a piece of shit for it.

Prison. Dub-con. Rick and Morty get arrested and everyone wants Morty’s ass to make him his bitch. Rick isn’t about to let that happen, fighting off anyone who tries to lay a hand on Morty. But every time Rick leaves him alone someone tries something. So Rick does the only thing he can, after beating Morty’s assailant to a pulp, he takes Morty in front of other prisoners to show who he belongs to. Morty is freaked out but damn Rick is giving him pleasure he never knew existed. Everyone backs off Morty but he wants Rick to fuck him again and again.

Omegaverse. Everyone knew that Alpha’s were supposed to care for their Omega in exchange for the Omega’s submission. Rick doesn’t do the whole caring thing but due to the proximity they have Morty recognizes Rick as his Alpha and he wants to be cared for. Eventually Morty breaks down. This triggers Rick’s Alpha nature and he gives Morty all the affection he’s been craving. Rick fucks him slowly, gently, in a comforting way, to help calm him. Tells him how good he is, etc. Finally he knots Morty and Morty feels like he’s whole again.

Angst. Rick and Morty are goofing around, just having a good time. They end up with their faces close together and Rick kisses Morty. Morty doesn’t react well. Will he come around?

Morty is desperate to be with Rick. He just wants Rick to stay with him and he’ll let Rick do anything to him. Abuse him. Fuck him. Anything.

Anything based on the song “Pretty When You Cry” by VAST.

Morty has a kink for seeing Rick cry.

Morty likes the feel of Rick’s wrinkly and saggy skin. Sometimes he just messes with it because it feels nice.

Age Problems. For all his sexual prowess, Rick is still an old man and sometimes it’s hard for him to get it up. And it’s really humiliating and frustrating because he is horny and his dick just isn’t reacting. Morty doesn’t mind that much, it happens. Besides, Rick is still damn good with his hands.

Electro Play. Rick hooks up Morty to all sorts of sex toys. They all send electric shocks to his dick and asshole. Rick also uses a wand to shock Morty on his thighs. He also won’t let Morty cum. Eventually he fucks Morty while still shocking his dick.

Rick sends Morty to school with a vibrator in his ass. Throughout the day he turns the device on to make Morty squirm. By the time lunch period comes, Morty can’t stand it anymore. He finds Rick waiting in a bathroom stall, dick hard and waiting for Morty, looking smug. Morty practically jumps on Rick’s lap and Rick takes the vibrator out. Morty rides him and moans so loud it’s a wonder the whole school doesn’t hear.

Public Sex. They have a very specific kink for fucking in portable toilets, like you see in construction sites or during fairs. It’s so unsanitary and smells disgusting and anyone could hear them but that’s what makes it hot.

Feminization Kink. Morty has a kink for beating treated like a woman. Not crossdressing tho. He likes it when Rick calls him a bitch, his wife, princess, his ‘pretty little girl’, calling his asshole a pussy or other such things, calling his dick a clit, talking about knocking him up. Things like that. Morty likes holding his legs open, begging Rick to fuck his pussy.

Morty is a straight up slutty little cock whore for Rick’s cock. Loves riding it. Loves being plowed by it. If Morty has it his way he’d just live life with Rick’s cock in his ass.

Exhibitionism. Degradation. Rick takes Morty to a special club where public sex happens on a stage. Surrounded by a bunch of Rick’s they all hoot and holler, calling him a slut, a whore, offering his Rick money so they can fuck him, etc. Morty never cums so hard in his life.

On the Citadel. A Rick books a private lapdance with a Morty at the Creepy Morty. Like most strip clubs there’s a “look, don’t touch” rule. But for a bit of extra cash many of them will let you do more than just look. And Rick is so desperate for the sexy little Morty gyrating on his lap.

Mind Break. Rick fucks Morty hard and rough for so long that Morty can’t live without being fucked by Rick anymore. He just wants Rick to take care of him, feed him, bathe him, then fuck him like a cheap whore. Being a living sex doll for Rick is the best thing that ever happened to him.

Miami Rick x Miami Morty. Sometimes Rick’s enemies put their hands on Morty. Morty almost pities them. Almost. Rick practically runs the underworld in Miami and everyone knows Morty belongs to him. Sometimes Rick needs to remind everyone that he’s an amoral old bastard who fucks his grandson so good that the kid begs for it.

Miami Rick x Miami Morty. Branding. Morty isn’t blind, he knows his grandfather is a criminal and knows people will target him to get to Rick. Morty also notices that Rick brands the shit that belongs to him and that no one touches it. Morty asks Rick to brand him so he’ll be safe, that people will know they’ll have to cross Rick Sanchez if they touch him. After getting the brand his ass hurts so much but he’s so turned on by the knowledge that Rick owns him now. He begs Rick to fuck him. And who is Rick to deny his cute grandson?

Set during Close Rickounters. They’re filthy, tired, and stranded. Rick is aggravated with Zeep, who keeps riling Rick up. Being in close proximity to each other for months makes it awkward sometimes. Like when Morty gets turned on seeing Rick in just his tank top, violently attempting to craft something like a mad man. He looks absolutely feral and Morty can’t help but moan at the thought of Rick fucking him like that. Rick notices, of course, and he’s in such a frenzied state that he doesn’t think twice about using Morty as an outlet for his frustration. He fucks him raw, with little prep, scratches, bites, pulls his hair, spanks him, slaps his face, taunts him, even spits on him, utterly degrading Morty and treating him like a sex toy. And Rick looks, smells, and feels so gross and dirty that it drives Morty insane. He can’t believe it’s happening, that Rick didn’t even care to ask Morty if he wanted this or not (Morty does want it tho). To just be taken and used as a stress outlet? It’s the best.

ABO Kink. They’re not from an ABO dimension but they both sure as hell find it hot. Basically they’re normal but know of ABO dimensions so Rick roleplays as an Alpha and Morty an Omega.

Rick x Morticia. Breast Play. Morti has surprisingly large breasts under her baggy t-shirt. Something happens to their clothes on an adventure and Rick gets an eye full of what Morti’s been hiding. She’s ashamed and embarrassed by them. Rick doesn’t see why, she’s beautiful. Morti stares at him and he realizes he said that out loud. Morti moves her arms from her chest and, very shyly, shows Rick everything. Rick realizes this is an invitation to touch and he takes it. He has her moaning like a whore in seconds. The next morning Morti comes down stairs wearing a v-neck top, showing off a little cleavage. The family is surprised because Morti was always so ashamed before. Morti just says she got a little confidence recently and gives Rick a knowing look. Rick decides he’s definitely going to fuck her boobs later today.

Rick x Morticia. Pregnancy Kink. Rick wants to get his 14 year old granddaughter pregnant. Wants to see her waddle around, have her breasts swell up, and wants to see her walk around knowing that’s his child in her belly. He wants to keep her knocked up all the time, keep her locked up at home, barefoot and pregnant, taking care of all their kids. Putting in another baby as soon as the current one pops out. He wants to make her his little breeding slave. He wouldn’t, of course, one kid is already too much for them but it’s still hot to think about.

Cheating. Cuckolding. Morty goes out of his way to fuck other guys just to make Rick jealous. Rick comes home to find some guy plowing him and Rick goes ballistic. He never hurts the other guys, just violently tosses them out. Then he holds Morty down and fucks him to remind him that he belongs to Rick. And that’s what Morty is really after. He wants Rick to be possessive, to fear losing him. NOTE: This isn’t a cuckolding kink, Rick isn’t into being cucked.

Rick x Morty + Summer. Morty wants Summer to watch Rick fuck him and to make humiliating / degrading comments about him during it. She’s getting paid for it but she’d be lying if she said her panties didn’t get soaked during it. Seeing her baby brother get plowed by a huge cock belonging to their grandfather was pretty hot, especially when Morty started moaning like a slut. She starts grinding into the chair she’s sitting on and cums from it. Morty doesn’t notice but Rick does, even tho he didn’t say anything.

Gun Play. It’s an Earth gun, pretty archaic by Rick’s standards. But Morty wants him to fuck him at gun point with a loaded standard 9mm. Even gives the gun a blowjob. Morty’s such a little freak.

Casual Possessiveness. When they go out, adventure or not, Rick puts his hand on the back of Morty’s neck. A hand on his waist. Hand on his shoulder, pressed against Rick’s side. Morty loves the feeling of protection and Rick loves protecting his little Morty.

Slow dancing. Rick and Morty are at a party, dancing and having a good time, then the music slows down and people couple up. Morty laughs it off and turns to leave, but Rick offers his hand to him instead - an offer to keep dancing. Rick ends up being a pretty good dancer and Morty finds himself mesmerized by Rick in this moment.

Hurt/Comfort. Spooning. Rick has a nightmare and wanders into Morty’s room. He lays down next to him, with his back facing Morty. Morty notices and hears faint crying coming from Rick. Morty pulls Rick into a hug, snuggling against his back. They stay like that for a little while until Rick calms down. Rick gets up to leave but Morty asks him to stay. This time Rick lays down facing Morty and they just sorta hold each other.

In Mortyberg. Most of the Morty’s there are Rickless but a few still have them. As C-137 Rick and Morty watch the few Rick’s left find their Morty’s, clinging desperatly to them, happy to be reunited - they see one pair kiss passionately. The couple gets odd stares. The Rick picks up his Morty and the kiss even deeper. C-137 Rick and Morty feel awkward about watching it and notice a few other Rick’s and Morty’s are giving them sneers. But Morty thinks they seem happy together, he’s a little jealous. He grabs Rick’s hand and just holds it, smiling up at him.

In this dimension, Rick has been around Morty’s whole life. They’re very close to each other. As a small child Morty always wanted his grandpa to pick him up and hold him. Morty’s 14 now and that really hasn’t changed.

Rick goes full on Grandpapa Wolf when Morty is in danger. He cries out “NO! MY BABY!” when Morty gets hurt.

On the Citadel. A story about Citadel cops who respond to Domestic Violence calls. Most times it’s Rick’s abusing Morty’s, sometimes Rick’s abusing Rick’s, Morty’s abusing Morty’s, and on rare occasions it’s Morty’s abusing Rick’s.

Mental Age Regression. Past Child Abuse. Rick suffers a blow to the head and passes out. When he wakes up he doesn’t remember anything from after he was 10 years old. It’s weird for all of them and Morty falls into the roll of primary caretaker. Rick gets into a bit of trouble when he accidentally breaks something of Morty’s. Morty yells at him and only stops when Rick is cowering on the floor, begging Morty not to hit him, then Rick starts mumbling “I’m sorry daddy please don’t hit me I didn’t mean it”. Morty gets down next to him and holds him, apologizing.

Past Non-con. Past Child Abuse. Still having Rick’s memories on hand, Morty decides to watch more. He sees all the pain Rick has gone through, his father raping and abusing him, his mother knowing and ignoring it, bullying in school, countless instances of Rick being sexually assaulted throughout his whole life. Even some up until right before he came to live with the Smith family. He sees a memory he can’t recall where Rick took Morty’s place when some aliens intended to rape him (Rick must have erased it from Morty’s memories). Morty comes too and sees Rick ripped the device away. Morty was crying and the tears wouldn’t stop. It’s Rick who comforts him, holding him, telling him it was all in the past and that it’s okay now.

Non-Con. Time Travel. Morty travels back in time to when Rick was his age. They bond pretty quickly, spending all day together. At the end of the day Morty realizes he has nowhere to go so Rick invites him to stay the night. In middle of the night, Morty finds Rick isn’t in bed and goes looking for him. What he finds is noises coming from behind a cracked door. He peeks inside and sees Rick and Rick’s father, Rick is crying and his father is plowing into him. Morty makes a noise and next thing he knows he’s dragged into the room too. Rick begs his dad to leave Morty alone. Instead, Rick’s dad tells Morty to sit there and see what Rick is really like, then decide if he wants a friend like him afterward. He shoves Rick on top of Morty and starts fucking him again, Rick is crying, apologizing. Rick starts to unravel, begging for more. Rick’s father leaves the room once he’s done. Morty cleans Rick up and takes him back to bed. Rick begs Morty not to leave so Morty stays in bed with him, just holding him, and Rick kisses him on the mouth before going to sleep. In the morning he gets woken up by his Rick. Morty wants to wake up young Rick but Rick stops him, shaking his head ‘no’. So they leave. Before Morty can ask Rick tells him that when he woke up that morning he cried like a bitch when he saw Morty was gone. He tells Morty everything about his father, that it never stopped until his father died. That even today that man still haunts his nightmares. This time Morty kisses Rick, letting Rick hold onto him like a lifeline. Rick apologizes that Morty has to see all that but it was always going to happen.

Spanking. On the Citadel. It’s not uncommon to see Rick’s punishing their Morty’s by spanking them in public. Guard Rick’s punishing Guard Morty’s. Teacher Rick’s punishing Student Morty’s. Rick’s just going about the Citadel, their Morty’s being little brats, stopping to bend them over and whip their behinds. Some Rick’s pay good money to spank Morty’s. Some Morty’s pay good money to get spanked by Rick’s.

Rick falls in love with Morty the very first moment he sees him, when Morty was a newborn. Throughout the years and their adventures, those feelings changed into something more romantic and sexual. It makes Rick feel sick. He doesn’t want to hurt his precious grandson but he keeps pushing the envelope with the boy to get more of his love and affection. He even asked Morty to kiss him! On the lips! He hates himself more when Morty kisses him on the lips.

Pet Names. Getting Caught. Rick has a lot of pet names for Morty: babe, baby, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, affection insults (bitch, lil shit, etc.). But Morty’s favorite is when Rick calls him “my love”. It rarely happens because it’s not one of those pet names you could mistake for familial at all. Sadly Rick uses it during dinner with the family one night without thinking about it. Everyone did a double take and then the interrogations started.

In a dimension where Rick isn’t a scientist, he’s a criminal. Thief, murderer, arsonist, a lot of bad shit. 4 years ago kidnapping got added to his list of crimes. He tracked down only daughter and abducted his 10 year old grandson, Morty, wounding his pre-teen granddaughter (who was babysitting) at the time. They haven’t been seen or heard from since... until today. A high speed chase, a shootout, Rick being shot, bleeding out, Morty crying, rushing to him, holding him, trying to stop the bleeding, kissing Rick, telling him he’ll love him forever, Rick dying. It was all televised on the news. Beth gets her son back but does she really? Just what exactly did Rick do to the boy in 4 years?

Vore. Microphilia. Morty gets shrunk down, clothes not included. Rick messes with him by putting him in his mouth. Then he tastes something weird in there and feels something strange. Morty is grinding against Rick’s tongue and came from it. Rick’s into it.

Paternal Instincts. Caretaking. Morty wets himself during an adventure. Once they get safely home he collapses and starts bawling like a baby, his pants still wet. At first Rick tells him to stop being a pussy but that makes Morty cry harder. It triggers something in Rick and suddenly his long buried paternal instincts gutpunch him. He scoops Morty up, holds him against his chest and says “now, now, grandpa’s here, baby” and tells Morty he’ll take care of him. He takes Morty to the bathroom, undresses him, and wipes him down with a warm washcloth. He then helps Morty into his pajamas and picks him up again, asking if he felt any better and if he wants to take a nap with grandpa. Morty feels like he can’t speak so he just nods yes to both.

Taking it Slow. Making Love. Rick is really DTF-y (Down To Fuck) pretty much all the time. When he and Morty start their relationship tho, Rick tells him he’s not ready to have sex yet. Morty thinks it’s just Rick having hang ups over the whole grandson thing but no, Rick doesn’t care about that. His age then? Morty starts thinking Rick just isn’t attracted to him so Rick finally tells him he’s plenty attracted. He just wants to take it slow, not because of Morty but for himself. Morty finds out that Rick was the same with Diane, even when she was DTF. Morty thinks it’s kinda sweet so he stops pestering Rick. They date, cuddle, make out, sometimes do hand stuff. After about 6 months of dating, Rick takes him to a fancy dinner then a hotel, telling Morty he’s ready. Then he makes sweet tender love to Morty and Morty finally gets what people mean when they say “good things come to those who wait”.

Necrophilia. Character Death. Angst. Morty dies because of Rick. Rick doesn’t take it well at all. He digs up Morty’s body in the dead of night, tries to go full Viktor Frankenstein and bring him back. But nothing works. He knows it’s just an empty shell, but he can’t stop himself from caressing his body, kissing his lips, undressing him, and thrusting into him. It’s cold, there’s not an ounce of warmth left in Morty’s tiny little body. He keeps the body longer than he should after that. It’s not long before he’s found out.

Past Non-Con. Public Restroom Sex. Healing Sex. After the Mr Jellybean incident, Morty is terrified of public restrooms. Rick makes it better by giving Morty a good time in a restroom, reassuring Morty that he can put a stop to this any time. Not that Morty wants to stop. Rick comforts and praises him the whole time.

Guard Rick x Morty. The Morty of a Guard Rick loves the way Rick looks in his uniform.

Pony Rick x Pony Morty. The good thing about Equestria was that they didn’t think twice about PDA. A stallion nuzzling his grandcolt wasn’t that odd. Behind closed doors he was nailing his grandcolt’s plot pretty much every night. Rick thinks he should be careful, at this rate Morty’s cutie mark will end up being a picture of Rick’s cock.

Primitivism. In a dimension where modern tech doesn’t exist, there’s various tribes that exist. Morty’s mother Beth leads their tribe after her father stepped down. When Morty’s 14th birthday arrives, the battle for his hand in marriage begins. Being the second child (with Summer being Beth’s heir) that means Morty will leave and marry into the tribe of the victor. It’s an open contest, anyone can enter. No one ever expected Rick to enter and dominate the competition. Beth has no choice but to declare him the winner. As per tradition they must now consummate their union. Morty is afraid, but Rick makes it good for him. Afterward Morty asks why Rick did it. Rick tells him it’s because Morty always belong to him, he just made it official.

Non-con. On the Citadel. There’s a serial rapist going around targeting Rickless Morty’s. Detective Rick is determined to catch the Rick responsible, his Morty was a victim of the rapist and killed himself over it. Problem is the culprit looks like a plain normal Rick. One Morty was different from the rest, most skittered away to avoid Rick’s and the Cop Morty’s has to tend to them. This Morty however clung to Rick like a lifeline. Rick’s gut told him this Morty knew more than he was letting on.

After the events of S5, Rick decides it’s time to make a change. He’s tired, old, he wants to settle down. To do that he needs to sober up. No more alcohol, no more drugs. It isn’t easy going cold turkey, it’s painful, he’s going through all sorts of widthdrawl. But sweet little Morty is there to help him through all of it, cleaning up his vomit, keeping his temperature down, keeping Rick away from anything that would help him get any sort of fix, soothing him, even feeding Rick when he’s too exhausted to feed himself. It hurts, but Morty is worth it.

In this dimension Rick isn’t the smartest man alive. He’s just a loving father and grandfather who moved in with his daughter to be closer to his grandchildren. Morty loves his grandpa so much and they spend so much time together. Ever since Morty was a child he liked to sit on grandpas lap and cuddle up to him. This hasn’t changed now that he’s a teenager. Behind closed doors the two are much closer than anyone would ever suspect.

Set during that whole ride scene during The Vindicators. Rick’s drunken video confession ends up being a love confession and marriage proposal to Morty. Morty evaluates his feelings for Rick on the ride back. When Rick asks him what happened, Morty just smiles and says “yes”. He knows Rick doesn’t remember but he’s the smartest man in the universe, he’ll figure it out... eventually. BONUS: Million Ants comments that he senses a great deal of love and affection all of a sudden.

Summer POV. She sees the way they act, how they look at each other. How devoted they are to one another. They’re hopelessly in love and neither wants to admit it for the obvious reasons. In this infinitely cruel multiverse she doesn’t understand their hangups and why they’d deny themselves this shred of happiness. She wants them both to be happy, she really does. The day it finally happens she’s happy enough to cry.

Beth finds out about Rick and Morty. Instead of lashing out over the wrongness of it she turns on Morty, accusing him of stealing her dad away, calling him a slut, asking what was so special about him. Rick is stunned. Summer and Jerry run to them, Summer instantly getting between Morty and their mother, holding him close while he sobs into her chest. Jerry tried to pacify Beth, leading her away. Of all things Rick never expected Beth to accuse her own child of being to blame here. He was the adult, she should be angry with him. He leaves Morty with Summer, he needs to have a serious discussion with Beth about everything. NOTE: Beth is infatuated with Rick and is jealous of Morty. Rick has no such feelings for Beth and is in love with Morty.

In this dimension, Morty’s parents and sister died when he was six. Jerry’s parents had already passed so Morty has no one left to be his guardian except Rick. So Rick moves into the Smith household so he won’t have the uproot Morty’s life. Their relationship dynamic turns out quite different from other Rick’s and Morty’s because of it. For example, Rick is haggling over a deal in space, he’s being mean and aggressive about it. Then Morty wanders in just when Rick is about to get violent. Rick here’s Morty say “grandpa?” in a sweet little voice, not understanding what’s going on. Rick’s attitude does a 180, going into doting grandpa mode, saying “hi, sweetie, grandpa and his friend are almost done talking so go wait in the car, sweetheart”. As soon as Morty’s gone he reverts back to being violent. Basically, Rick only shows his doting grandpa side in front of Morty, he doesn’t want Morty to see his hyper aggressive side.

Evil Rick x Evil Morty. Possessive Protectivness. Morty hates Rick, but there was one good thing about him. Come hell or highwater, Rick wouldn’t let others hurt Morty. It becomes easy for Morty to manipulate Rick into getting rid of problems this way. All Morty has to do is tell him someone tried to hurt him and Rick will kill them no questions asked.

Past Non-Con & Child Abuse. During the S5 finale, Morty asks Evil Morty just what the hell his Rick did to him to make him hate Rick’s so much. Evil Morty lashes out, tells Morty he won’t just tell him - no, if he loves Rick so much then he needs to experience the pain himself. EM jabs Morty with another memory device and Morty doesn’t just see the memories, he experiences them, feels them. All the rape, abuse, death, torture, the fear. He vomits when he comes back to reality. His Rick looks concerned, but Morty is shaking like a leaf staring at him. Morty can’t see his Rick without seeing Evil Rick. Evil Morty asks him if he understands now why he hates all Rick’s. What happens next?

Big Bad Wolf Rick x Little Red Riding Hood Morty. Dub-con. Morty’s mother tells him to go deliver some food to his Grandpa Rick’s workshop, but not to stray from the path because ‘Wolves’ (which is code for ‘those creepy pedos who hang out in the woods and need to bang kids to return to human’) will get him. Along the way a Wolf tries to lure him off the trail. Morty doesn’t fall for it. Eventually he reaches his Grandpa’s workshop. Something is off about his Grandpa’s voice. And ears. And teeth. And eyes. Also all that body hair. Yeah, Morty can see where this is going. The Wolf reveals that he’s actually Morty’s Grandpa Rick, throws him on the bed, telling Morty he’s going to ‘eat’ him. Okay Morty didn’t expect him to actually be his Grandpa so he’s nervous now. But wait, if Rick fucks him then he’ll go back to normal, right? He can do that for his beloved Grandpa, he has to.

Pet Names. Morty calls Rick by pet names too. What really gets Rick going is when Morty calls him “stud”.

Bottom!Rick. When Rick gets really emotional while drunk, he wants to bottom. He wants to be loved, filled, comforted, praised. He cries throughout the whole thing, but Morty knows it’s just because he’s feeling vulnerable. Morty likes to take care of Rick when he’s like this.

Bottom!Rick. It’s their first time and Morty is a nervous wreck. Rick takes the lead in a different way, riding Morty cowgirl style. To be honest, Morty is pretty small and Rick is pretty loose down there so it’s physically not as great as Rick would like but it feels nice and Morty sure as hell enjoyed it. Didn’t exactly last very long.

Orgasm Control Training. Morty can’t control his damn dick so Rick decides to train him to hold back his orgasms. Cock cages, chastity belts, cock rings, nothing seems effective so he trains Morty’s body to need prostate orgasms instead. Which is to say now Morty can’t cum without having his prostate stimulated and he can’t do that without Rick’s fingers or his dick. He knows. He’s tried toys and they can’t get the job done.

Prostate Orgasm. Rick’s robot arm has a vibrate function. He loves unraveling Morty by hitting his prostate with his fingers and turning on the vibration. He can tease Morty for hours this way, denying him release when he’s so close. He never lets Morty touch his dick anymore. If Morty wants to get off he needs to beg Rick to abuse his prostate.

Size Difference Kink. Stomach Buldge. Rick is like 6’4-6” tall while Morty is only like 5’2”. Their dicks have the same proportionate size difference. Rick’s is huge while Morty’s is smaller than average. When Rick fucks him you can actually see the buldge of Rick’s cock in Morty’s guts. Rick loves how tiny and hot Morty is, loves his tiny little dick, his tight ass, his little mouth. He hopes Morty doesn’t grow much more because he doesn’t wanna lose his cute little Morty.

Hand Holding. Rick’s taken up the habit of holding Morty’s hand like he’s a child everywhere they go.

Rick contemplated moving into a younger body to spend more years with Morty. When he brings this up Morty isn’t keen on the idea. Turns out Morty isn’t really attracted to Rick’s younger selves, he fell in love with Rick as an old man and that’s just how he likes him. Sure if it’ll help Rick stick around longer he gets it but does he have to go too much younger? Like Morty could be okay with a 50 or 60 year old Rick. Rick decides to stick with his current body for a while longer.

Yandere Rick. Non-con. Captivity. Traditional Wife Kink. Rick won’t allow anyone to even lay eyes on his precious Morty. He takes him off world, on an isolated planet, keeps him locked up in a cozy little home just for the two of them. Rick gave up on most of his adventures, only leaving for short periods of time. Morty is expected to keep the house clean, make dinner, do all the chores, and most importantly take care of his husbands sexual needs. Morty is terrified but, so long as he doesn’t fuck up any of his wifely duties, Rick is gentle with him. If he burns dinner, forgets his chores, anything — Rick punishes him, he sees it as Morty not wanting to be with him. It doesn’t make any sense to Morty and he knows this is going to be his life until Rick dies. What Morty truly hates is that he looks forward to Rick fucking him each night. In those moments he’s able to lay back and let Rick do all the work, Rick wants him to feel good during it after all. It’s also the only time Morty gets leeway on his chores because Rick gets cuddly after sex. When Morty gets sick he tells him he won’t have to do any work today too. Morty doesn’t want this at all but he finds these peaceful moments.

#rick and morty #rickorty #c 137cest #rickmorty #prompts

[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Night Out (smutty/fluff)

CW: kissing, getting caught kissing (by a child), slight teasing, dirty thoughts, talk of alcohol consumption, mutual pining, mention of nipple piercings, fluff!!, #milfalert ;), pervy spencer

Word Count: 3300

AN: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this one shot! <3

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Spencer's POV:

"Can't you find anyone to babysit?"

Looking up from the book I was currently reading, I listened in on the conversation that was going on between Emily, Penelope, JJ, and Y/n.

We had finally come back from a week-long case, and the girls had been planning a night out once everyone got back home. As of now, we were on the jet, half the team asleep, the other half discussing their plans.

"Everyone's busy," Y/n frowned, combing a few loose hairs behind her right ear. "Besides, I haven't seen Aaliyah in over a week; I should probably stay home."

"Y/n, Aaliyah is three- almost four- years old! You haven't gone out since the year before she was born. You deserve to take a break and enjoy yourself. You can hang out with her on Saturday." Emily reasoned, splaying her hands out on the table in front of her as I listened.

"I would love to, Em, but everyone is too busy to babysit. It's not like I'm gonna send her to her abusive father in New York; fuckin' asshole," she mumbled the last remark, rolling her eyes.

Before I could stop myself, I piped into their conversation. "I-I'll babysit Aaliyah."

JJ raised her eyebrows at me. "Spence, you've never babysat anyone before. Do you know how to?"

"I know how to babysit!" I squeaked, laying my book down on the table in front of me, crossing my arms defensively in front of my chest. "Besides, I haven't seen Aaliyah in a month. I miss her."

"You would do that for me?" Y/n spoke quietly, smiling softly.

I blushed. "Of-of course. I would do anything for you--" the words flew from my mouth like vomit.

Jesus, Spencer.

Could you be any more obvious?

Emily chuckled as I tried to revise my wording, the beautiful woman sitting on the couch blushing slightly as she bit her lower lip.

"I-I mean! I would- I-I love Aaliyah, of c-course I would help you out. You deserve it."

Y/n smiled, the corner of her eyes crinkling slightly.

God, she's so beautiful.

So perfect.

"Thank you, Spence," Y/n stood up from her place on the jet's couch, bent down, and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then stood up, lightly hugging my head to her pelvis lightly as she looked down at me, before combing her fingers through my hair as she talked with the girls; leaning her body against my seat. My heart fluttered in my chest as I blushed. Hard.

Before walking away to grab some more coffee, she ruffled my hair. Her hips swayed as she walked to the other side of the jet. I reluctantly tore my eyes from her without being too noticeable.

I turned my head back to the girls, their eyebrows arched, a smirk crawling up their lips.

I gulped, "W-what?"

JJ shook her head dismissavely, "Oh nothing, loverboy."

Heat crawled up my neck, spreading across my face as I willed myself to look back at my book.

But I couldn't read properly.

I kept touching the cheek Y/n so delicately pressed her soft lips upon. My face tingled slightly and my heart leapt, replaying the moment in my head over and over.

Turns out, that was a better entertainment than my book for the next two hours on the jet.

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Friday Night: 6:56 PM

If I thought the butterflies that circled my body once Y/n had kissed my cheek had been bad, it was nothing compared to the feeling I got when she opened the door; her blue pajama pants on and a tank top that was taut to her upper body making my slacks tighten shamefully.

She looked so beautiful when she was in comfortable, domestic clothing, that I was barely able to focus on the words that were coming out of her mouth as she tried inviting me inside her apartment. Instead, I stood in the doorway, eyes wide as I swallowed thickly, my eyes wandering her figure and face.

I imagined waking up next to her, the golden sun illuminating her face. I would cherish the small kisses we would share sleepily, smiling against one another's lips. The embrace we share: warm and inviting.

"Spence?" she laughed softly. I snapped out of my daze.

"Y-Yeah?"

"You okay?"

I nodded, smiling. "Yes of course, I'm sorry."

Y/n only giggled, the sound filling my body with butterflies and a great dose of serotonin.

She opted to pull me in by my tie, and I yelped slightly at the sudden force. I bit down the small moan that was begging to be released from my throat as she closed the door and smoothed my silk tie out for me.

Smiling softly, she put a hand on my cheek. "Thank you so much. I know this probably isn't the first thing you'd want to do on a Friday night."

I smiled meekly.

"It's no problem. And usually I read at home. Alone. During any occasion or day of the week, really."

I subtly nuzzled my head in her palm before hearing little footsteps approach.

"Mommy! Who-? SPENCIE!" Aaliyah's curly hair bounced on her head as a great smile split across her cheeks at the sight of me. She ran over, jumping happily and wrapping her tiny arms and hands around my upper thigh. She giggled as I swooped down and picked her up.

"Hello, Aaliyah!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around her pj cladded body, to which she wrapped her arms around my neck and sprinkled light, but slightly open mouthed kisses on my face.

"Aaliyah, quit suffocating Spencer," Y/n chuckled nervously, pulling the three-year old away from my body and settling her daughter on her hip. Aaliyah made grabby-hands for me, so I extended my hand and let her wrap her tiny hand around my thumb. She played with my digits as Y/n kissed her daughter's forehead. "I'm sorry about her energy, I told her you'd be coming to babysit but she must've forgotten. Now she's all worked up."

"Don't worry about it," I assured her, smiling happily at the image in front of me.

"Spen- Spencie we can bake cookies!" Aaliyah hiccuped, beaming.

"That sounds great!"

Y/n smiled before hearing her phone chime in the other room. "Oh, shoot. I should get ready,"

I nodded, taking Aaliyah from her arms as Y/n made her way to the bedroom.

The toddler squished my face with her tiny hands, a giggle bubbling from her throat.

"Thanks for arriving early, Spence," Y/n called from her room. "And thanks for doing this."

"It's no problem, really." I set Aaliyah down, letting her hold my hand.

It was quiet besides the little fits of laughter made by Aaliyah and me, and the soft music that played as Y/n got ready.

"Spencie," Aaliyah whispers, pulling me in close by gripping the fabric of my sweater vest. "My mommy really likes you. She talks about you so much." she whispers into my ear, the smell of strawberry baby soap wafting from her curly hair. I feel myself blush.

Y/n talks about me?

A lot, apparently.

Aaliyah giggles and runs off to her room, telling me that she is going to grab some more toys.

My thoughts swarm throughout my head until Y/n exits her room.

Fuck.

"Uhm, h-how do I look?" she asks nervously, flattening her dress out beneath her palms.

She wore a cotton, navy blue, low-cut, U-neck, short-sleeved dress. It was tight against her body, the image making my body and face heat up as I gulped heavily. Her black high-heels made the urge for wanting her to step on me grow.

I adjusted the drooping glasses on my nose as my mouth opened slightly. I felt my breathing pick up.

With a clearer image, I saw that tonight, she wore nothing underneath; the sight made me feral. Two small bulbs on either side of her pebbled nipples caught my attention. I was confused for a brief moment before I realized. Nipple piercings.

Fucking hell.

I was sexualizing her. I knew it. I hated myself for it. Thus, I tore my eyes away from her.

"I-I mean- you look- just- well, you know- very uhm- y-you look grea- beautiful. Y-you look absolutely beautiful." I cleared my throat, subtly adjusting the tightening in my slacks.

God, I'm a terrible person.

"Thank you, Spencer." she giggled.

I can only imagine her taking control over my body, her hand wrapping around my throat as she scolds me for being like this. For thinking of her like this. She would ride me until she came and wouldn't allow me to finish until I made her cum three times. And I would feed on her pleasure. Feed on the way my essence would drip down from her body and pool at mine.

My heart hammered in my chest as I looked down, fidgeting with my hands.

I didn't even realize Y/n striding over to me. My hair must've been in my eyes as she got down next to me and combed some of my hair back. Again, I felt my face turn red. It was a routine at this point. She straddled my thigh as she did this, leaning over and fixing my once-gelled hair.

"Sorry," she laughed softly, standing back up as Aaliyah ran back into the room. "I've been wanting to fix it all night."

A content sigh left her mouth as she kissed her daughter's head and grabbed her purse. I stood up in pursuit.

A ding rang from her phone. She read from her device.

"Alright, they're here!" she announced, picking Aaliyah up and hugging her tightly. "Be good for Spence, okay?" Aaliyah nodded happily, running back over to me once her mother set her down on the ground.

"Okay, Spence?" Y/n turned her attention towards me. "Aaliyah's food is in the refrigerator, don't let her have more than one cookie, and her bedtime is 9:00. She's gonna try and push it back further, and no matter how much she begs, please; don't budge." she chuckled, fixing her lip gloss in the small mirror next to her apartment's front door.

"Food: refrigerator, one cookie, bedtime: 9." I recited.

Y/n grinned and quickly kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you for doing this again, Spence. It means a lot to me."

I smiled bashfully. "Of course. Have fun."

Y/n smiled back and ran out the door, kissing Aaliyah on her forehead and began to meet with her friends.

I stared at the door before I felt small hands tug on my left pant-leg. "Spencie, I want cookies!" Aaliyah huffed.

I snapped out of my dazed feelings and followed the toddler into the kitchen.

"Okay! Cookie time!"

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After one Barbie movie, a dozen cookies baked, dinner eaten, and two children's books, I, and Aaliyah were exhausted by the end of the night.

Thus, at 9:05, (Aaliyah had been sneaky and hid from me under her bed (giving me quite the panic) as to extend her bedtime) I tucked the sleepy child in.

"Spencie?" she whispered sleepily, I hummed in response as I ran my fingers through her hair. "Mommy loves you. A lot. Just thought you would wan' know." she yawned, snuggling closer to her pink bunny-rabbit I had gifted her the day she was born.

My heart fluttered in my chest at her words.

Spencer, what are you thinking?

She's three years old.

She still thinks unicorns still exist.

There's no way Y/n likes you like that.

I smiled softly and kissed her forehead gingerly as she snuggled closer into my chest.

Although, those contradicting thoughts were shushed a sleepy goodnight as I felt my eyes flutter close. Even in the cramped space of Aaliyah's bed, I still dreamt of a happy life with Y/n and Aaliyah. I dreamt of happiness that would warm the coldest of hearts.

I dreamt of my dream girl, who so happened to be Y/n.

I dreamt of the sweetest of things.

The most beautiful.

Y/n.

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Reader's POV:

Coming back home at midnight from a loud and eccentric club was seemingly always therapeutic.

I had missed Aaliyah.

A lot.

And I had also missed Spencer.

But I was glad to go out and enjoy my time with the girls. I milked an alcoholic strawberry daiquiri all night as we danced and grinded on one another.

It was fun.

However, I still missed my daughter (and the babysitter).

I couldn't wait to shower and crawl into my bed, dreaming of the happiest of things. I couldn't wait to dream of my fantasize of my dream man, who so happened to be Spencer.

I saw the way he looked at me.

I knew his feelings for me. I had felt the same way about him. And although this may be cruel, I loved to innocently tease him. I loved to make him nervous and loved watching him stutter around his words at the slight touch of my hand on his shoulder or chest.

I wanted to feel him. Have a domestic life with him. Be with him.

I wanted Aaliyah to have an amazing father, and I knew that if Spencer was up for it, he would love me and her unconditionally. He would fit in the spot of 'father' so comfortably.

And I felt shameful for those nights I would pleasure myself to the thought of him. The feeling of his slightly chapped lips against my skin. The way he would pour himself into my body with all the love he could muster.

And although those were the more tame thoughts, I still dreamt of the way I would control him under my touch. Make him beg.

Those thoughts made my heart flutter in my chest and my orgasm erupt from my body whenever I would play with myself.

Going back to now, as if I could think the mere sight of Spencer was enough to melt my heart, I definitely was not prepared for the sight I would see once at home.

Aaliyah was snuggled on his chest, a book splayed open across his lap as they both slept so soundly. His arms wrapped protectively but comfortingly around my daughter, her tiny body a fraction of his.

I almost didn't wake him until I realized that it was probably cruel for him to sleep in such a small bed, even if he looked so comfortable in it. His feet hung over the edge, the mismatched socks he wore making me laugh softly.

I bent over, kissing him softly on the forehead. He stirred, his eyes closing tightly before fluttering open.

"Hi," I whispered, combing some hair from his eyes.

"Hey," he yawned softly. "Sorry, I must've fallen asleep."

I shrugged slightly.

"No need to apologize. Looks like she likes you more than her stuffed animals," I chuckled.

Spencer laughed quietly along with me as he grabbed his shoes, then bent down to kiss Aaliyah's cheek; her nose scrunching up in response as she snuggled closer to her pink rabbit.

We walked to the living room as to talk some more.

I loved hearing Spencer talk.

It was one of my favorite things about him; the way he rambled about random things.

Him and Penelope were definitely the reason why we figured so many cases out.

"Thanks again," I smiled, hugging him.

"Of course. I love Aaliyah. And I love hanging out with her. She's a lot of fun."

I smiled and then pulled away, grabbing my purse, then pulled out a fifty dollar bill.

Spencer's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "What's this for?"

"For babysitting." I explained.

"No way. You don't need to pay me." he whispered.

I bit my lower lip, smiling softly. "Please. You've done so much."

Spencer's warm hand opened mine with the fifty dollar bill and gently forced my hand to close around it.

"Seriously, it's okay. I love being with Aaliyah. And I love helping you out. I don't want you to pay me."

I nodded reluctantly after a moment, putting the money back in my bag.

"Well then," I began, smoothing his sweater vest out underneath my palm. "How can I repay you?"

I looked up at him through doe-eyes, biting my lower lip softly. Spencer noticeably gulped.

God, he's so cute.

"W-wh- uhm," he cleared his throat, laughing softly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," I began, our bodies slowly closing the gap between us. "I'll do anything you want me to do in order to repay you." my voice was a whisper as I wrapped my hand around the bottom of Spencer's tie.

Spencer swallowed thickly once more, his eyes peering through a half-lidded gaze; his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Before I or we could say another word, his lips were on mine. My whole entire body seemed to light aflame, the adrenaline and small amount of alcohol I consumed fueling the fiery kiss.

Lewd, wet noises sounded throughout the living room of my apartment as I pulled Spencer in closer, our tongues twining together then softly massaging one another. His hands hovered above my hips before I placed one on my ass and the other on my hip bone. He whimpered softly.

His hand that sat on my hip bone ran up the side of my torso very gently as we kissed, his other hand on my ass squeezing it softly. I hummed into his mouth at the feeling. I pressed my body against his as my hand cupped his neck, my neck recoiling at how intensely we were kissing.

I made my way to sucking on the skin of his neck and jawline, his hands now fully on my ass as he experimented with squeezing it; his breath hitching in his throat and his eyes closed.

I felt him hard against my thigh, our heated kisses so intoxicating that we were gasping into each other's mouths. We were so into one another that I didn't even realize Aaliyah had snuck downstairs and had cleared her throat. She did it louder this time and I gasped before pulling away.  A blush creeped onto Spencer's cheeks. He looked so beautiful and ruined. His lips were red and slick, his hair was tousled, and his glasses were astray on his face. Kiss stains and my red lipstick marked his neck; the makeup practically as red as the blush that sat on the apples of his cheeks.

"A-Aaliyah. Hi, baby," I stammered breathlessly, combing my fingers through my hair. "Why are you up so late, my love?"

Aaliyah dodged my question and in turn focused her attention on Spencer, a smile brimming at her lips.

"Are you my new daddy?"

Oh my god.

"Oh, god," I muttered, laughing nervously before picking my daughter up and kissing her cheek. Spencer laughed along, seemingly happy at the question.

That's a relief.

I bit my lower lip to keep from bursting out laughing before taking Aaliyah upstairs, and tucking her in bed.

I ran back down, hoping to see Spencer, however, he was gone. I felt my heart drop in my chest.

Damn it.

I ran out of my apartment, seeing the young doctor fixing his hair as he walked to the elevator.

"Spencer!" I called after him, and I saw relief wash over his features. Before saying another word, I planted a kiss on his lips. I pulled away, our faces decorated with smiles. "Thank you. Maybe we could do something like this some other time? Preferably.. alone?"

The genius laughed softly, his face still adorned with a blush. "That sounds great. But then we are going to have to search for a babysitter somewhere else."

"That sounds like a good idea." I laughed before our lips met once more into soft kisses.

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