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faeriekit · 10 months

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Health and Hybrids (V)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and this is part five💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Batman had a meeting! Danny acquired age appropriate enrichment toys. All is well. You know. Except for the everything else. But it’s fine and MM is on his way so it’ll all be great soon for sure! :)

Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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One…Morning? Evening?

Well. One day, Danny rediscovers his tongue.

Most of the muscle is there. Things taste better after he remembers how to taste.

(If everything tastes like iron, well…Danny tries to ignore that.)

Its main function is social. When Danny needs the quiet humans he can’t see to Shut Up or Go Away!, it is now within his power to blow a raspberry.

A slightly bloody raspberry. But still! A success! And when the fuzzy red human buzzes and whines about scaring them off, Danny blows it one too.

If all it does is make the human cry more, hey. That’s not Danny’s business.

The buzzy human comes back with its friends, with fresh sheets, spilling nervousembaras!sednervous all over the room.

Blech. Danny saves himself the trouble and phases through his bed and through the floor below. He does not need to be grabbed again.

He has more energy than he used to. It gets him farther than he’s used to; by the time he finds and works his way through an apple, a pear, and a whole plate of chicken wings, he’s still not sleepy.

…Huh. He rolls over underneath his usual haunt: a conference table. He isn’t feeling the urge to drop into his core. He’s achy, sure, and his limbs hurt and his mouth hurts from eating and he can’t see, but also…

Is Danny bored? Is he finally well enough to be bored of being sick and injured?? That’s. Is that progress? Is it…regression??

Danny sulks under his conference table (his now) with a pile of chicken bones and a few stems and doesn’t know what to do.

If he goes back to his bed…will the sheets already be done? Will people be waiting to get him? Did he lose his…ugh, he doesn’t want to think of them as toys. His…enrichment? Educational tools?

…Okay they might be toys. Whatever. When Danny feels better, he’ll grab something more age appropriate. Maybe he’ll get them from his—

Danny flinches.

…From his house.

If he can get there.

Whatever. He doesn’t want to think about that right now. He wants to figure out how to get rid of his trash without revealing his location. Or leave his conference table shelter.

Danny drums his claws against the low-pile carpet that stretches below him. Should he stay? Rest up? Wait for the threats to his admittedly-kinda-pathetic territory to leave? Should he…go get more food? Should he explore more? He feels all kinds of sore and tired but his head mostly feels clear. Maybe if he—

There’s a hissing noise. Danny bristles. He hisses in like, but—oh. It’s a door.

…Oh. It’s the door.

Uh oh. That’s um. That’s.

Uh oh.

Danny quickly pretends that he hadn’t hissed. He invisibly pushes the top of his head through the thick wood of the conference table. They shouldn’t be able to see anything if he peeks.

Well. Unless they can? But if they can, that’s. Uh. That’s a whole new problem.

Several tall, colorful, adult humans walk into the room. He can’t quite tell how many. Just a bunch. And they’re tall. But hey, they’re color coordinated for easier determination, at least.

Danny lowers himself back down through the table. Should he leave? Will they see him if he tries to leave? Can they spot him?

He sits and worries and he dithers as the humans slowly surround the table and the hidden ghost underneath. Should he…should he go through the floor? Will they know he’s there? Is it even safe to get back to his cot yet?

Feet start appearing underneath the table. Danny shies away from them. He pulls his chicken bones away from them too; if they step on one, they might notice him.

Then everything gets quiet. There’s only one quiet, droning voice.

So maybe Danny peeks again.

There’s a giant shadow at the front. It’s probably human. It has black arms and black legs and a patch of what is probably skin in his very fuzzy vision. It stands beside a lit screen.

Danny squints.

…Oh. He can’t quite tell what it’s about, or what’s exactly is being shown on the screen, but he knows what a powerpoint presentation is supposed to look like: a person, a lot of talking, a screen, and a lot of people listening. They’re just…talking. They’re not even talking about Danny.

Okay. He’ll rest under the table. It seems…safe enough for now.

It’s better to listen to human heartbeats and breathing in a room than it is to sit in his silent one, waiting for some new horror to break the everpresent quiet. Danny lays on his belly, nose to the carpet, and counts how many feet are under the table. (There are sixteen feet.) Some humans are wearing real shoes, with inch-thick soles of hard rubber at the bottom. Some are wearing things that look like shoes, but are too flexible, with soft soles that bend and curl as they flex under the table. Very few of them have laces or fixtures. Huh.

A wrapper falls. Danny watches the ball of foil flutter to the floor, at peace with his position, tired of inspecting shoes. And then a face pops down.

Danny freezes. (It’s not the smartest move.)

The face that popped down probably sees him back, considering how still it goes. And then, very slowly, so slowly, a hand reaches down. Danny flinches back, and—

…It grabs the wrapper. The adult carefully gets back up. The face disappears.

Danny doesn’t move. Danny doesn’t leave. Danny doesn’t breathe.

He waits. The human slowly goes back to tapping its toes, wiggling in its seat—and vibrating, in a way that says bored/bored/bored the way the younger human sometimes does.

…No one says anything. No one does anything. No one jumps under the table to get him, there isn’t a break in the speaker that indicates identifying Danny as Present, or as A Problem. Danny is simply…hidden.

He should leave. It would be smart to leave. Danny would be safer if he left.

But also.

Maybe.

This might be the first time he’s been so close to humans in so long.

They don’t know he’s here. It should be…safe. If he just. Listens to the indistinct sound of human voices. Let them wash over him, like a radio left on in the other room.

Danny’s sated. He’s achy. He’s bored. He’s sad. He’s lonely.

…He stays.

He doesn’t notice his humming or the quiet purr in his chest before the hand comes back down again. Danny flinches away from it, the hum guttering to a stop where it had laid.

There’s something about its hand. The hand came down, before, but now there’s something more to it. Another color—a darker color. It’s hard to tell in the shadow underneath the desk. Maybe a—green? A blue? Maybe?

The hand shifts, just a little. And then the thing comes flying at him. Danny jolts backwards, digging his claws into the mere millimeters of carpeting underneath him, and—

Oh. The thing isn’t moving. It hasn’t even exploded.

Danny reaches out a hand. Taps it, gently. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t attack him. It doesn’t excrete anything acidic or bite him. He sniffs it, just to be doubly sure, and nope. It smells like plastic. The wrapper crunches under his hands, even when everything sounds mute and muffled. The noise is borderline imaginary, so Danny can’t exactly tell what it sounds like when he plays with the little plastic flaps.

He can tell what it is now, though. The food bar goes down whole, wrapper and all, into his gullet.

Nice. The outside tastes bad, of course, but it’s nice.

The hand goes away, and no one bothers Danny. It’s nice. There are voices, but they aren’t yelling. They aren’t mean to him. They aren’t talking about what his insides look like or how bad he is or how to take more pieces off of him.

…Danny’s core thrums evenly. Peacefully. Maybe he will want that nap after all. His body gets kind of grouchy when it comes to plastic. He can pretend that it isn’t grumpy with his improvised diet with a nap.

Danny curls up on the floor, core beating along with the quick and even taptaptaptaptap fluttering of a too-quick human heart, and settles in for a quiet one.

(When he wakes up again, no one is around to see him throw out his chicken bones in the tiny trash receptacle by the doorway.)

(His toys and new sheets are all there when Danny gets back to his cot.)

(He’s too relieved to do anything but take a second nap.)

“So,” Wally tries, leaning against the wall. “The… Alien? Extraterrestrial?”

Barry shrugs. Fishes a cheeto out of his bag. “Bart’s been calling it a ghoul. They crashed half a mile off the Kent farm a little after you popped out of the Speedforce; there’s a huge chance something happened to them as part of the temporal anomaly.”

“Happened as in…?”

“Yeah.” Barry takes another cheeto. “Bad.”

And theeeere is the visible guilt. There isn’t exactly any great way for Wally to feel after his unintentional resurrection led to an unintentional…something else.

“…Ah.”

Barry shrugs. There isn’t anything they can do about it; short of rewinding time and shoving Wally back into the Speedforce, which has been shoved off the table with a great deal of force by all of the man’s former teammates, there’s no way to undo the accident that landed the poor alien smacking straight into good-old-fashioned American dirt.

“Don’t worry about the way it happened. It wasn’t your fault, and it sure wasn’t intentional on your part,” Barry points out, and offers the bag of Cheetos towards Wally. The snack is gone in microseconds. The curse of speedsters is really footing the bill of all their emotional eating.

“So, they’re…do we know what they are? Because they definitely shapeshifted fangs as soon as I found their little—whatever that is. Container? Unit? Under the table.” Wally traces the vague shape of the thing’s cerulean heart in the air. “One second I was holding a glass paperweight, and the next I was on the opposite end of a very angry shadow-snake. I think they would have done worse than bit me if it hadn’t had a clear escape route out of there.”

Barry balls the empty bag and shoves it into a pocket. If he litters in the Watchtower, it’s going to be water cooler gossip for years. Bats would never let anyone defile his super cool, super-secret base with garbage without his own form of petty revenge. “Medical says it likely serves as an organ for him,” he says instead, since monologue about how inconvenient it is to be held responsible for his own actions wouldn’t be professional. “So. Think of it less as a container; think of it more as a turtle shell. Medical is pretty sure it’s a part of their body. Messing with it would really hurt them.”

“Yeowch.”

“Mmhmm. One micro-sec.” Barry darts out and away from his nephew; he just remembered he has bottled smoothies in his room. In the time it takes him to fetch two from his mini-fridge—one of his favorite flavor and one of Wally’s—and circle back, the dust motes in the air have hardly even realized he’s gone. They hardly drift even upon his return. “Here.”

Wally catches it easily. To anyone else, Barry would barely have blinked away. To any other Speedster…Barry knows intimately how lethargic and thick time feels against his skull. Slowing down to a mortal, human speed can feel maddening. Sore. Viscerally and bone-shatteringly wrong in his skin, maybe.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Barry would do that and more for his family.

They drink their smoothies.

“You know,” Barry breaks back in, the thoughts of their previous conversation looming lightly in his mind, “Medical says that the fact that we sometimes see their—let’s call it a core—is really, really bad. It’s not a shock that they’re hiding. It would be like climbing in a closet when you’re so vulnerable that you don’t feel like you can defend yourself.”

The rim of Wally’s smoothie bottle drops from his lips. The man frowns. “Oh?”

Barry shrugs. “Imagine losing your skull so that your brain is exposed all the time. Imagine being a cell and having your cell wall break so your nucleus is exposed?”

They both wince at the image.

“Oh boy. And Bart is…playing? With that entity?”

His uncle snorts. “You tell me. I think you’ve seen more of them than I have at the moment. All I did was catch them hanging out in a conference room. I have to admit, the purring can get a little loud in the…” he makes a vague gesture that could mean anything from room to atmosphere to Speedforce.

Wally’s been mostly of the same mind—the physics of the entity, whatever they are, aren’t specifically third-dimensional. It might be related to how they only sometimes manifest, or how they manifest with only partial corporeality.

“It’s been at least some play and some games for him, I’m sure,” Wally admits, a smile pulling at his mouth nevertheless. “I spotted him going through a stim toy website before he suddenly and mysteriously had a mission on the other side of the planet. But I think most of his concern is the…”

Wally winces at the thought of the myriad of medical issues the entity’s faced since his arrival to Earth. Barry’s wince stretches to match. They both saw the report.

“…So it’s been a lot of food on Bart’s part. A lot of managing his care of them too; Superboy and Rob aren’t the most straightforward team in the world, but I think they’re largely keeping Bart in check on this one— not that they’re on base as much as Bart is.”

Wally smiles. It’s not a very happy smile, or very relieved of his earlier guilt, but it’s a smile nevertheless. That’s fine. Barry’ll work on the rest on Sunday; they’re due for a good luncheon out somewhere nice. Their JLA-approved food budget can foot the bill. Maybe…Indian? There’s got to be good food in Delhi they haven’t tried yet.

“At least J’onn’s back on base next week.” Wally sighs, crooked and a little weary. “Maybe this will finally get them to stop running every time someone gets within forty feet of them. Like, they realize they’re losing vital fluids, right? Wait, is Bart even giving them any water?”

“…I’m going to hold off on that worrying thought. I have a different one I’m sweating over. Do we even know if Bart will let our resident telepath get within forty feet of his new playmate?”

Wally groans, face in his hands. Barry can’t help but laugh a little—perhaps tinged with desperation.

Sidekicks. Always with the new problems. At least last time they had this problem, Kon could talk.

#The speedster clan is all here baby #and they are all Deeply Concerned #how they show their concern varies. But hey! They Care #and Caring is what matters :)#Bart Wally and Barry: hey can we get this one before Bats can? Yeah. Yeah! Let's try it #health and hybrids #Danny Phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dcu crossover #faer fic #tw body horror #tw gore #tw medical #cryptid!au #spooky lad

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paimonial-rage · 14 days

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do-over- kaveh

[random writing event] | requested by @crane1000

Honestly, you didn’t know how it turned out like this with your chin tilted up in his hand and his lovely face so close to yours. You could feel his breath against your lips as his vermillion eyes narrowed so as to drink in the sight of you better. Really, if it were anyone else, your heart would have skipped a beat. But because it was him… You pouted.

“Will you stop moving? Do you want me to mess up?” He huffed as he pulled back.

You turned away with an upturned nose.

“You’re the one that wanted to give me a do-over. I didn’t ask for this,” you shot back.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I know, but could you at least try to cooperate? This is more for you than it is for me.”

After a few moments of contemplation, you finally turned back to him and leaned forward. Taking your chin in his hand and tilting it up once more, he began brushing blush onto your cheeks.

Your eyes trailed up and across his face. He really was an attractive man, wasn’t he? Beautiful, even. From his long eyelashes to the length of his nose, the narrowness of his chin—everything about him was stunning. Even from this close up, there was not a blemish nor flaw to be seen. With a face like that, you couldn’t understand how he didn’t spend every moment fussing over it. You definitely would.

Taking the tube of lip gloss on your right with your free hand, you used your other to push him back. Though confusion raised within his lovely eyes, you simply smiled as you crawled forward into his lap. Your eyes narrowed in delight as pink began to taint his cheeks as he leaned back even more into the sofa behind him. What a handsome man. He simply was adorable.

“What… are you doing…?” He asked, confusion evident in his voice.

But you kept that smile on your face as you twisted open the lip gloss and pulled out the stick to reveal its color. It was a soft pink, a rather beautiful color if you had to say so. Taking his chin between the fingers of your free hand, you tilted his chin ever so slightly up as you leaned in close. The flush upon his cheeks seemed to darken then.

“Don’t move, okay? And purse your lips, yes, just like that.”

And with that, you began to paint the gloss upon his lips, making sure to trace within the lines of its contours and curves. Once finished, you pulled back to admire your work.

“Now press your lips together, hm? Yes, perfect,” you praised. “Just as I thought. It’s a lovely color on you.”

You wanted to laugh as you observed his expression. His mouth was gaping like a fish while panic swirled about in his eyes. He couldn’t even speak. You knew you were bullying him, but you really couldn’t help it. Even though you were dating, you still could fluster him just like this. The rush it gave only made you want to push it even farther.

So tilting his chin up once more, your eyes narrowed with pleasure.

“I wonder if that color would look nice on me,” you mumbled, before leaning in close, letting your breath brush softly against his lips.

“Shall I check…?”

When your lips finally brushed against his, a whimper rose in his throat as his arms came around you causing you to smile. Keeping your touch light, you slanted your lips against his and felt him melt against you. In the back of your mind, you wonder if he knows how perfect he truly is and how he’s the only one that can make you like this.

So when you finally pull back, you can’t help but smile as he looks upon you, adoration evident in his eyes.

“So? How do I look?”

He didn’t hesitate to respond.

“Beautiful.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #my writing #kaveh #kaveh x reader #writing event #request #crane1000 #this probably wasn’t what you were looking for when you requested this prompt haha;;;#idk i had this vision in my head and i couldn’t tear my mind from it #i’m really not used to writing things like this that are more physical so sorry this isn’t the best #technically i have a second version of this fic that is actually more on the angsty side?#i’m debating if i should post it haha

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ryulvrs · 1 month

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can you write a gidle yuqi smut? where yuqi igets jealous because y/n is to “close” with Soyeon and Minnie??

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too close (song yuqi, smut)

summary: your girlfriend, yuqi, gets jealous after hanging out with your friends and you fuck to prove otherwise to her

warnings: soft!dom!yuqi x bottom!f!reader, couch sex, jealousy, slight hair pulling, eating out (reader receiving)

word count: 671

a/n: i tried to do something different with this but idk 😭

turning to face your girlfriend and instead of seeing a face with a big smile, but seeing an angry expression is unsettling.

you don’t know what you did. all you can think of is that you shut the door after saying goodbye to your friends just now. maybe the door was too loud? but she wouldn’t be that upset.

“huh?” you ask stepping closer to her. she just scoffed and turned her head away from you.

“what, yuqi?” using her name when talking to her wasn’t something you normally did, but her whole attitude was serious so you tried to match that.

"i hate how close you are to them," she states.

taken aback, you let out a breathy sound trying to speak. "what?" you say.

"you're always right next to them when they visit," she made sure to emphasize 'right.'

you thought everything she was saying was profound and kind of dumb as these are your friends she's talking about.

"yeah, i sit next to them? but it's nothing more than that. yuqi are you jealous?" you ask tilting your head.

"no, i just-" she cuts herself off. "i want you to be like that with me," she whispers.

you giggle, you thought her neediness for attention was adorable. "yuqi, you're my girlfriend. soyeon and minnie are my friends, i can be more than like that with you," you say attempting to reassure her.

she looks down, with a face that only could read of dissatisfaction. closer, you move to reach out to her face and comfortingly kiss her. "i promise you. i'm sorry i made you feel that way."

she takes your hand and kisses you back, this time more eagerly. "how much more than that?" she pulls back for a second to say. you smirk, stomaching her flirtatious joke.

both of your lips find their way to each other's once more attaching desperately. her hands slip down your pants, she's moving quickly. little foreplay, just two needy girlfriends.

following this, you remove her outfit as well. you both stumble back onto the same couch soyeon and minnie were sat on minutes prior.

her hands grab onto your thighs gently and she pushes you up the couch so you could lie in a comfortable yet easy way for her to access your cunt.

"tell me if its too much," she groans with that raspy, deep voice she has. you nod, watching as her eyes disappear by what you could see of your lower half.

all you can feel now is the tip of her tongue flicking at the most sensitive outlines of your pink pussy. her motions catch you off guard, and you let whimpers slip out. "more," you whine.

she sticks her tongue farther into you, and you feel every curl she makes. you find your hand slipping to grip onto her hair, wishing for her to go even deeper.

her mouth sucks onto your folds, and you see her look up at you with the same amorous aura in her eyes. she's no longer being light with you, she just as horny to have you as you are to have her.

she gives you small breaks to breathe from your constant moaning by kissing your thighs. "feels okay?" she asks.

"it feels really good," you whimper. she smirks, bringing her mouth back to your folds to continue giving you pleasure.

the feeling of her sucking down onto you makes you moan nosily. you have to grip onto the sofa to resist from shaking. "please," you moan wretchedly.

she gives you what you want, and she quickens the pace of her tongue, feeling little drops of your liquids soak into her mouth.

yuqi groans into the sensation, not letting anything leak out of her mouth and go to waste. "you taste beautiful, y/n," she smiles licking a little off her lips.

you smile back instinctively, and sit up so you can pull her closer to kiss her. "you can always do more to me than they can."

#gg smut #gg x reader #gidle smut #gidle x reader #yuqi smut #yuqi x reader #yuqi x fem reader #gidle x fem reader #gidle fanfic #gidle hcs #gidle imagines #gg x fem reader #gg fanfic #wlw smut

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the-final-sif · 5 months

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c!Dream is off on a mission, to a location he does not know, for a purpose he does not know, but it’s probably not dangerous, and he also brought snacks so it should work out in the end. Honestly, given his poor map reading skills, the lack of direction isn’t that different from normal.

When Dream started his mission to… somewhere, he hadn’t been expecting it to feel so different.

Unlike his usual adventures, full of sidetracks and distractions, he found his feet pulled forward. His body almost moved as if it had a mind of his own as something called for him. Faintly but desperately. Like a ghost screaming and clawing at his skin, but only coming across as a gust of wind.

He couldn’t say how long he walked for. Time faded away, the light stopped mattering, the sights and sounds blended together until-

Until he reached it.

The entrance to a cave, made of rock he’d never seen before. It was perfectly smooth, like river rocks, but it shimmered like crystals. Every time he looked, it was a different color. Refracting and reflecting light until you lost yourself looking at it.

It was huge. It was narrow. It was more than big enough to fit him. It felt like it might consume him.

The call was coming from the cave, but equally just looking at the cave felt like he was doing something wrong. Like he wasn’t really supposed to be here, even though he’d been called.

Taking a deep breath, Dream strode forward. Holding his head high and hoping his mask would keep him safe, like XD had promised it would.

Inside the cave, there was no air. Inside the cave, Dream didn’t need to breathe. He forgot how to.

The only thing he could remember was how to put one foot in front of the other.

There was no sound, not even his own footsteps. There was no light. He could see just fine. He could not understand what he was seeing.

Whatever was under his feet was no longer rock. Maybe it never had been. He still didn’t know what color it was.

Deeper and deeper into the cave he went, nothing changing but the feeling in his chest of something approaching. Something watching him. Something was waiting for him. He didn’t know if he wanted it to find him.

Dream was pretty sure he didn’t have a choice.

Finally, he stopped. Unable to walk any further. He was here.

In front of him was…

Well it looked like a pond. But it wasn’t full of water.

It was full of void, deadly still and frozen.

Without thinking, he knelt at its shore.

The room felt stagnant, empty, neglected.

And then..

He felt- not one but two somethings join him in the room. No- they had been there the entire time.

Is this it? The one we’ve been waiting for.

Yes. It feels strange, but it is the one.

It does not feel like the ones that came before. Something’s different.

It is meant to be this way. It is the one. It is meant to be different. It would not survive if it were the same.

This one has survived. It has come to us at last. We’ve been waiting a very long time for it.

I told you it would come, eventually.

I know. The waiting was still long. But it has come. It is here now. It’s time to begin again.

It can hear us. Let’s not make it wait. It has not yet won. It has so much to do.

I know. I wish it were easier. It has already come so far.

It has come far, and we will watch where it goes. We cannot make it easier, but we will be there to witness its story unfold.

“Um, my name is Dream.”

Dream wasn’t quite how he managed to speak, but he did. He could feel- surprise? shock? delight? Silence from the voices reverberating through his skull. Only for a moment though.

Our apologies, little Dream. You’ve come very far. You have much farther to go.

“I know. XD told me. He said this was the first step. Can I ask a question?”

You seem to be able to. Although our answers may not satisfy you. We must speak carefully. We are not here to shape you.

Never. We are here to watch, we are here to witness. So that you know the universe is with you.

“Okay, well, I know I was supposed to come here. I assume there’s something I’m supposed to do, like a task or something? But uh, before that, you guys seem to know a lot. Like about everything.”

We are everything. Everything you see, everything you feel, everything reaching out and holding you close.

We have been here a very long time. We will be here for a very long tmie, here to witness you, little Dream.

“Okay, well if you know a lot about everything, do you have any ideas about what I could get XD for Christmas? I really wanted to try to get him something, but he seems to be able to conjure anything. There has to be something that he wants though! Any ideas?”

There was a long pause, Dream almost thought the voices were gone, and then he felt something like laughter, like a breeze ruffling his hair, like a baby bird’s first awkward attempt at flight. Not cruel, soft, but chaotic.

We could-

Shush, Dream can still hear us. Speak with care.

I know. But he has asked. Can we not share this much?

XD would love any gift you brought him, he loves you. He can create any material, but only you give him something that communicates your love.

If he’d been able to, Dream would’ve rolled his eyes.

“I know, but I want it to actually be special. There has to be something that I could get that he can’t get on his own. I know it must exist!”

The voices paused again, only for a moment this time.

There is something you could get him, little Dream. But it is a very difficult task. It is very dangerous.

He is still small. The challenge is great.

That is not our choice to make.

“Wait, what is it? I can handle it! XD has been training me for years! Also I'm not that small! I'm a whole foot taller than Sapnap!”

If we tell him, we have made his choice.

What about a story then?

We could try a story. They are safer. Not entirely safe, nothing can be entirely safe. But safer.

Yes, let’s try.

The story starts with a boy. Young, small, but very brave. He was made of love, of new ideas. Dangerous new ideas.

The boy set out on a quest, dreams had haunted him at night, driving him forward until he found a dying world.

The world was dying because it was being poisoned by a monster. A great beast that had lost itself, that was in pain, that had already told its story but hadn’t yet been freed. It wasn’t allowed to wake up, to start a new dream.

The boy was very small, but very brave. Full of love for the world. Made of that love. He couldn’t stand to see the world hurt. So he set out to free the monster.

He used a weapon made of teeth, found deep in a strange place outside of the universe most people know. Given to him when he started his quest. Teeth and bone from the emptiness that stretches from one universe to the next. The maw of the nothing that binds everything. The only thing that could wake up the monster.

It was a long and hard fight. The monster was hurt, it was lashing out, it was too lost to understand that the boy was doing what it needed. But the boy managed to strike a final blow, sunk the teeth of the nothing in between everything into the monster and set it free. So it’s dream could start anew.

This was not the boy’s final quest, it was his first. It changed him. He was still made of love, but a new kind of love. Changed, as all things are by their experiences. He was something new.

The boy completed his quests, and each changed him more. At the end, he came out victorious, a brave monsterslayer. Feared and revered for his skill. He had everything he could ever want.

Almost.

Almost, you see, he was full of love, surrounded by others, but he felt alone. Nobody else could slay a monster like he had. His accomplishment isolated him. He wanted very badly to find someone else that could slay monsters like him. That could do what he could do. Someone else who was full of love and dangerous new ideas.

The universe felt sad for him, but it could not take his sadness. It could only witness the boy in his loneliness.

“What was his name?” Dream asked, trying to puzzle out the story he was being told. He thought he might understand, but he wanted to be sure.

You would need to ask him.

It is not our place to name others. Only to know their name. Only to witness them.

“Did the boy find someone else? Someone else who could slay monsters?”

That is your choice, little Dream. The story isn’t over yet.

We are almost out of time.

“Will I meet you again?”

We are the universe, and you are part of it. You will never be apart from us.

We might speak again, one day. But for now, it’s time for you to return to your story.

Wake up, little Dream.

#c!dream #dreamwastaken #dream smp #dreblr #dreamXD #end poem #end poem voices #God^2 #that's my nickname for them #godling c!dream au #godling dream AU #dsmp #sif speaks #sif writes #next up #actual murder

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lesbiankimdahyun · 10 months

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Road trip

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Requested: Yes

CW: A/B/O dynamics, GP, exhibitionism

[Alpha!Tzuyu x Alpha!Sana]

Their weeklong getaway had been nothing short of perfection. Away in the woods, Sana and Tzuyu enjoyed the privacy and quality time that came with staying in a small cottage near one of the most scenic lakes in the area.

But the morning they were due to drive back home, Tzuyu awoke early. As she blinked, coming out of her sleep haze, she knew she was in trouble. Her rut was early– she could feel its onset, and it was going to hit in full force soon.

She woke Sana, who immediately took in the other Alpha’s strengthened scent as she sat up in bed.

“Oh wow,” Sana murmured, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Do you…want me to…?” she glanced down at the morning wood in Tzuyu’s boxers, a playful smile forming on her lips.

Tzuyu groaned. “Yes, but no.” Sana watched as the taller Alpha got up and started getting ready. “Maybe if we get on the road fast enough, we can make it home before I…” Tzuyu trailed off, looking down at her own body.

Sana pouted. “What’s the rush? We don’t have to check out for a few hours,” she said. “We could probably stay and-”

“I- I can’t do ‘probably’,” Tzuyu said, soft but firm. “Besides, we’re both Alphas. We can’t afford to have both of us in a rut in public.”

That got Sana’s attention, and she quickly got up to start packing her things. As much as she wanted to take care of Tzuyu now, she knew the younger Alpha was right.

With her rut on its way, Tzuyu was not only a ticking time bomb for herself, but for Sana too. Any other Omegas they came into contact with, be it at a gas station or restaurant on the way home, would be all over Tzuyu within minutes once they smelled her. And if she accidentally triggered Sana’s rut and both of them were only thinking with their dicks…it was just too risky.

A short while later, their bags were packed and they left their lakeside oasis. Their first stops were to grab coffees to go and fill up on gas, and then they hit the road.

The first several miles were quieter than normal. Sana could not only smell Tzuyu’s increasing arousal, she could sense her nervousness about being far from the safety of home during such a vulnerable time. Normally the pair would be settling in at Tzuyu’s place for the intensity of the first forty eight hours of her rut, but they were still multiple postal codes away from being able to do that.

Tzuyu was trying very hard to keep her thoughts on anything but her pretty Alpha partner and the growing erection in her pants, but as time went by, it became increasingly difficult.

All of the Taiwanese Alpha’s senses were heightened. When Sana casually flipped her hair from one shoulder to the other, her scent hit Tzuyu like a pile of bricks.

Sana’s scent was comforting and alluring. It was a combination that normally was welcomed, but had suddenly become nerve-wracking given the circumstances.

Everything in her told her to just keep looking out the window, but Tzuyu couldn’t help herself. She peeked over at Sana.

She looks even prettier now than she did this morning, Tzuyu thought. But then again, Sana always looked extra enticing when Tzuyu was rutting. An Alpha/Alpha pair wasn’t very common to come by, but Tzuyu wouldn’t trade Sana for any Omega in the world. Her eyes wandered over Sana without shame now: her big, pretty eyes, her cute nose, her delicate hands and the way they casually held the steering wheel. Those hands would look much better, Tzuyu thought, if they were working their way up and down the length of–

“Tzu? You okay?” Sana’s sweet voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, y-yeah,” Tzuyu replied quickly, adjusting her position so she was facing her window instead of Sana.

“But– how much farther?” Tzuyu asked. She was scanning the sky desperately for unique shapes in the clouds, or any signs of wildlife in the fields outside her window.

One time, Sana, Tzuyu and a few friends of theirs had driven along a similar route for a healing weekend away. Sana and the others teased Tzuyu, trying to convince her that marshmallows grew in the fields they drove past. Her older friends loved to tease her, she was too cute to resist. Tzuyu normally smiled when looking back on that memory, but in this moment, she just felt restless.

“We’re like 90 minutes out,” Sana said, glancing at their GPS. She reached to give Tzuyu’s thigh a reassuring squeeze, but then thought better of it. “You can keep eye fucking me if it helps,” she said, a proud smile on her face as she flipped her hair teasingly.

Tzuyu blushed. “Sana!”

Sana giggled, giving Tzuyu’s knee a gentle pat while never taking her eyes off the road. “I mean it,” she said. “I like it when you look at me like that.”

Tzuyu swallowed thickly. Her Alpha instincts were really starting to push their way to the front of her mind now. All Sana had done was pat her leg, and yet her cock twitched, making her squirm.

Sana inhaled deeply from her side of the car, lightly drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. “But before you go back to eyeing me,” she cleared her throat quickly, “I think I’m gonna need to roll down a window…or two.”

Filthy thoughts flooded Tzuyu’s brain when she heard that, and this time, she entertained them. Nothing was more satisfactory than turning another Alpha on, especially one as stunning as Sana. Tzuyu couldn’t help herself. She glanced down at Sana’s lap and immediately bit her lip. Seeing a light imprint from Sana’s hardening cock beneath her skirt made Tzuyu’s cock throb.

The windows were down now, but even with more air flowing to disperse some of Tzuyu’s powerful scent, the two still shifted uncomfortably as they continued the drive.

Sana didn’t know how the other Alpha was holding it together so well. They were so different in that regard: Tzuyu constantly wrestled and fought against her most animalistic Alpha urges, while Sana openly embraced hers. Sana hated taking suppressants, only taking them when absolutely necessary, whereas Tzuyu preferred to be on them most of the time, only allowing herself to rut three or four times a year. Tzuyu was more than happy to be Sana’s personal stress and rut reliever, but Sana secretly relished the rare occasions when Tzuyu came completely undone, desperate to spill herself into Sana again and again.

“Can we pull over somewhere?”

It was Sana, not Tzuyu, who couldn’t stand it any longer (although Tzuyu had been trying to work up the courage to ask the same question for the last five minutes).

Tzuyu nodded eagerly, and Sana handed her phone to Tzuyu to change their route.

“Remember that cute park reserve we stumbled upon when we were looking for a spot to eat lunch on the way up here?” Sana asked.

It was all the information Tzuyu needed to reroute them.

The park was mostly deserted when they pulled up. Threatening gray clouds in the distance had kept the majority of folks away for the day.

Tzuyu’s heart raced as they parked. She was uncomfortably warm and her painfully hard cock was leaking precum, but she still couldn’t believe she was so desperate to cum that she was willing to allow Sana to pull over so they could fuck outside.

As soon as Sana locked the SUV, she took Tzuyu by the hand and started leading her.

“C’mere, away from the picnic area,” she said softly.

They went further and further into the woods, away from the main trails, but the more Tzuyu’s heart raced, the more excited she got. And the more excited she got, the harder her cock throbbed. Her patience finally ran out.

“Sana,” she said hoarsely, stopping in her tracks. Sana turned, but before she could say anything, Tzuyu gently pressed the shorter Alpha up against a tree and kissed her.

Sana let out a soft moan against Tzuyu’s lips, deepening the kiss and reaching for Tzuyu’s hands to place them on her waist. The young Alpha’s scent was intoxicatingly strong now, but Sana hesitated for a moment, remembering where they were.

“Are you sure?” she asked softly.

Tzuyu half groaned, half growled as her hands wandered beneath Sana’s shirt.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Tzuyu said, rubbing herself against the other Alpha. “Need you now.” She tilted her head, pressing a kiss against Sana’s neck.

Sana could only hum in response, reaching for Tzuyu’s pants to free her cock as Tzuyu removed her jacket, too warm to need it anymore.

“Wait, I think I can put that to good use,” Sana purred, gently nudging Tzuyu’s bomber jacket closer to her so she could sink down onto it as she got on her knees.

Tzuyu moaned at the sheer sight of Sana on her knees for her, giving her length a few quick pumps in her hand before letting Sana move in.

Sana’s first few kitten licks were as torturous as they were pleasurable. Tzuyu leaned back against a tree, trying not to selfishly thrust into Sana’s eager mouth.

Sana’s mouth was warm and wet, and the way her tongue swirled around Tzuyu’s tip made the tall Alpha whine. Just as Sana started to take Tzuyu’s full length down her throat, she felt Tzuyu’s cock twitch. Her mouth was suddenly filled with cum. Sana gagged a little, unprepared for Tzuyu’s first load so soon. She swallowed as much as she could, but some spilled out of her mouth. As Tzuyu slid her cock out, Sana’s lips made a light pop sound, her lips wet with drool and cum.

Despite having just cum,Tzuyu was still rock hard. Her refractory period was nearly nonexistent now that she was fully rutting and her cock was finally being serviced.

“Fuck,” Tzuyu murmured, watching the mixture of wetness drip from Sana’s lips.

She gently took Sana’s face in her hand and tapped her mouth to get her to open up again.

Sana eagerly took Tzuyu back into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of Tzuyu becoming a bit harsher this time as she held Sana’s head still so she could thrust into her throat.

The older girl let out a muffled moan as she sucked Tzuyu off. As Sana got her throat stretched, she dipped a hand beneath her skirt, unable to ignore her own aching cock.

Watching Sana’s hand slowly stroke her own cock while continuing to blow her was too much for Tzuyu. The rutting Alpha couldn’t hold back even if she tried. Before she knew it, she was coming again, spilling into Sana’s throat with a grunt. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Tzuyu brought the older girl’s mouth to the base of her cock before releasing her.

Sana gasped lightly when she could finally come up for air, tears at the corners of her eyes. As she caught her breath, the older girl glanced around their surroundings. Sensing no passerby near them, she gave Tzuyu a devilish smile and stood. “C’mere baby,” she husked, drawing Tzuyu closer to her. “Fill me up, I know you need to.”

Sana’s words alone nearly made Tzuyu’s knees buckle. She pulled Sana in to kiss her as one hand warmed up Sana’s ass. In her other hand, Tzuyu held her cock, still wet from Sana’s mouth. While they kissed, the only other sounds in the woods were from the two Alphas running their palms over their leaking cockheads, the quiet sound of slick adding to the soundtrack of nature sounds surrounding them.

Both Alphas had to stifle moans as Tzuyu finally slid into Sana, stuffing her to the brim.

Needing more, Tzuyu flipped Sana’s skirt up and gripped her waist, gently pulling her back over her thick cock as she bottomed out inside of her.

Sana whimpered, struggling to stay upright. To make her more comfortable, Tzuyu rearranged the two of them so Sana was against the tree and would have something to hold onto as Tzuyu started to pound her.

The repetitive sound of skin on skin mixed with the Alphas’ light panting quickly filled the air. If anyone was nearby, the sounds would be unmistakable for anything other than a rough outdoor breeding.

“F-fuck,” Sana whispered, her head tilting back a bit as Tzuyu had her way with her. Tzuyu snaked one hand up Sana’s body, eventually wrapping her fingers lightly over the other Alpha’s neck. Her other hand still held tightly onto Sana’s hip so she could keep her steady while pounding her.

Fucking outdoors wasn’t something Tzuyu would normally go for even in her wildest dreams, but now she couldn’t be bothered by the threat of being seen. Sana’s tight hole felt too good around her aching cock to stop. Her primal urge to breed the Alpha was stronger than her own self consciousness.

“Tzu-ah!-Tzuyu,” Sana moaned. She released her own cock from her hand as Tzuyu continued to pound her. “G-gonna come..”

Tzuyu growled lowly, removing her hand from Sana’s throat so she could hold both of Sana’s hands behind her back. She knew her girlfriend was capable of coming without being touched, and sure enough, a few thrusts later, Sana let out a cry as ropes of cum began to spill from her cock.

Tzuyu’s jacket was ruined with Sana’s cum now, but she didn’t care in the slightest. She pressed herself against Sana, thrusting into her a few more times before coming too, letting out a moan as she emptied herself into Sana.

“Look at you,” Sana cooed, catching her breath. That was Tzuyu’s third load, but she knew they wouldn’t be able to leave just yet. “So desperate to cum, aren’t you?”

“You feel too good,” Tzuyu said breathlessly, her cock still buried in Sana’s ass. She thrust slowly into the Alpha, pushing her cum deeper inside. “Need more,” she murmured.

“Take what you need, baby,” Sana said, and Tzuyu ran with it.

Tzuyu backed up a bit, her cock still inside of Sana. Gently, she forced Sana to bend over more and nudged her legs further apart.

It was a beautiful angle from Tzuyu’s perspective. The Alpha took off again, desperate to breed Sana again.

One more load soon turned into two. Sana was near ruined now, barely able to keep upright even with the support of surrounding trees and boulders whenever they switched positions. She whimpered as Tzuyu panted in her ear, about to turn two loads into three.

With a particularly powerful thrust, Tzuyu slipped her knot inside of Sana, making the older girl cry out and whine.

“Knot me,” Sana begged, tears threatening to fall, “Please Tzuyu, I-, oh fuck-”

“S-Sana..!” Tzuyu’s eyes screwed shut as she came, giving Sana exactly what she wanted and knotting her. Both of them cried out and Sana came again as she felt Tzuyu empty herself inside of her once again.��

While Sana caught her breath, Tzuyu leaned in, feeling extra possessive suddenly now that she’d knotted her Alpha. She lapped up Sana’s tears from her cheek and then moved lower to scent her around her neck.

Sana practically purred with delight. Rutting Tzuyu was sexy, and protective, post-knot Tzuyu was just as irresistible.

Now that she temporarily had her wits about her again, Tzuyu couldn’t believe she had just knotted her girlfriend outside. Normally it took a while for Tzuyu to be able to pull out of Sana after knotting, but this time she didn’t have to wait long, possibly due to being a bit anxious about her surroundings.

She helped Sana put herself back together, feeling renewed admiration for the olderJapanese girl.

When they were sure the coast was clear, they went back onto the main trails and made their way back to the car, holding hands the whole way.

“Think you’ll be okay for the rest of the trip?” Sana asked, pressing herself up against Tzuyu, who was leaning on the passenger side door.

Tzuyu smiled, pulling Sana close to kiss her forehead. “Yes,” she said. “But you’re mine again as soon as we get home.”

#twice imagines #twice a/b/o #twice smut #sana x tzuyu #twice omegaverse

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sunnyy3d · 5 months

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Hi again

Ok so I am currently obsessed with Matt smith and Alex Kingston so I wanted to know if you would write a 11th/river/reader fanfic where the reader is a companion that just started travelling with them but for some reason she is immortal and always finds them but she doesn’t totally understand how the meeting keeps happening between them all so she just jumped from a new tune where she was happily married to the doctor and river but now she meets river/melody who doesn’t know her yet and she gets jealous bc she over heard them talking about another girl(her just younger) and it leads to the doctor having to explain to her that they aren’t at that time yet and river gifts her a journal so she can write down where and how they keep meeting hopefully this makes enough sense and you would want to write it I just want some fluff/cuteness along with confusion on time travel

Timeless Love| 11th Doctor x River x Reader

A/N: Requests open! (Obviously)

God, I'm so nauseous. Will I ever get used to that? I really wish that I had my own TARDIS; it'd be so much better than a vortex manipulator. The Doctor calls it "cheap and nasty time travel," and he's not wrong. Of course, I'll never let him know that, though.

I let the dizziness subside before opening my eyes. I'm facing a wall? I've gotta go through the checklist. Okay, first is smell. It smells... old? Like antiques and dust. Why is smell first anyway? The second is hearing. I hear sirens, which leads to the next part: sight. To go with the sirens, I see a red flashing light coming from a bulb farther up the wall. That's always a good sign! Last but not least, the 360. Well, it's more like a 180, but that's beside the point. I spin only to find a gun pointed at my head. My smile immediately drops, the excitement of being in a new environment being replaced with dread. What have I gotten myself into this time?

"Oi, don't touch the fez! Wait, no, don't take it," I hear from behind the brute holding the gun.

"Don't listen to him. Please take the fez," I'd recognize those voices from anywhere. Especially the sarcasm... It only makes sense that they're around when I find myself in trouble. I can't let myself get distracted; this is a life-or-death situation. Just do what The Doctor taught you. Be rational and observe.

Peering past the gun, I see a creature I've never seen before in my time with The Doctor. This thing is enormous, at least a foot or two taller than me. They (it?) have on a suit of armor--similar to what would be found back on Earth-- that obscures its face. Maybe it's a security guard? It would make sense, considering that behind it are glass cases that hold artifacts.

Regardless, this creature's sheer size means I can't fight it. At least not successfully. That throws all of the self-defense skills River taught me out of the window. I really wish she was here. Oh wait... she is. I'll just have to play the innocent card. It shouldn't be hard, considering that I am innocent. I put my hands up beside my head as a sign of surrender, careful to go at a speed that's not threatening. "I just got here, I swear. I have no idea what's going on," I reason. I have a feeling that it's not gonna work well.

"Oh, look who it is! Where have you been?" Looking past the guard, I spot The Doctor and River being led in by another guard.

I sigh, "It's not what it looks like."

"It's exactly what it looks like!" The Doctor interrupts with his stupid smile.

"Honey, can you shut please? I kinda have a gun in my face right now," I plead.

"Oh right..."

"Excuse me, sir?" River distracts the guard in front of me.

"We're going to have to ask you to put that gun down. Darling, you might want to duck." Without even thinking, I follow her instructions. I trust River and The Doctor with my life. What kind of wife would I be otherwise? Being stuck between the wall and the fight, I have no choice but to crawl away.

I'm hiding behind one of the cases when The Doctor comes around the corner, disheveled and panting. It's a good look at him. His hair is messy before he runs a hand through it and flashes his signature smile. God, I could kiss him. But now's not the time. We're in the middle of a fight. I say we, but I really mean River. "What are you doing?" I yell.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Loud shots hit the walls around us. I peek around the corner and see two more guards have shown up as reinforcement.

A bullet flies past my head, and I quickly take my retreat behind the case. "Look! We'll have to save this conversation for after we get out of whatever situation you got us into this time. River needs help." The Doctor gives me an offended look.

"River does NOT need help, no thanks to you guys," she says sarcastically.

The Doctor and I come out from behind the case. "What are you guys even doing here?" I ask with my hands on my hips.

"Uhh... we're picking something up," The Doctor answers nervously. I nod, my lips drawing into a thin line as I give him a skeptical hum. It's probably not worth questioning, and I probably won't get a straight answer.

"And you are?" River questions, looking me up and down. Even after being with her for a while, I still get butterflies when she looks at me like that.

But the butterflies are scooped up by my confusion. "What do you mean, River? We've been-"

"SPOILERS," The Doctor interjects. "If you'll just give us a moment, please?" I nod as he drags River away. They huddle together with their backs facing me. Clearly, I'm not supposed to hear this conversation, but it doesn't stop me from trying. Unfortunately, they're just out of earshot, so I can only hear a few words.

Focusing on their conversation, I piece together some parts. "She's... beautiful... amazing... younger... she's like..." The Doctor explains with expressive hands. Occasionally, River glances back at me with a smile.

Who are they talking about like that? It has to be someone special. Why else would they keep it a secret from me? More importantly, why is River saying she doesn't know me? Has she had her memory wiped? Clearly, The Doctor knows who I am, but he's also acting weird. What has happened to our marriage? Did all of the intimate moments that we shared go down the drain? All the adventures forgotten?

I'm so lost in thought that it takes me a second to realize that they've finished their conversation and have started walking back towards me. I quickly stand straight, suddenly incredibly self conscious. I cross my arms and frown, "So, who's this mystery woman and why did you have to talk about her in secret?" I know my words reek of jealousy, but I can't help it. We've been married for so long, and yet here they are talking about some other woman.

The Doctor sighs, thinking about how he should respond. "We were talking about you. I know it might not make too much sense right now, but River and I aren't in the same timeline as you."

"This is actually my first time meeting you, I'm afraid. Though I'm sure it won't be the last," River looks me up and down with a smirk. I blush and look away. Even if this is her first time meeting me, she still has to flirt.

Everything is starting to make sense now. All of the times when The Doctor or River thought that they had done something with me but hadn't. Or when they'd forget simple things. It's not that they forgot; it just hadn't happened to them yet. Why didn't I think of this before? And why hadn't they explained this to me earlier? Why does time have to be so complicated?

"This happens all of the time with me and River. It's honestly quite annoying to figure out," The Doctor chuckles.

"You know, that actually makes a lot of sense. Things are starting to come together now. That explains why you guys are so confusing sometimes. Sorry, extra confusing sometimes." The couple laughs before River holds up her finger, saying hold on and grabbing her bag off her back. She rummages through it momentarily before letting out a small 'aha.' I look at The Doctor with my eyebrows scrunched in confusion. He only shrugs. River pulls out what she was looking for. I see a look of recognition flash across The Doctor's face before I can tell what it is.

"Here," she holds out a book. It's a royal blue and has squares on it like the TARDIS. It looks naturally worn, its deckled pages ready to hold a story. "I have a smiliar journal. I use it to keep track of my encounters with this idiot. Maybe you can do the same?" She suggests with a warm smile.

From this distance, I can see how young she is. Though she doesn't look much different, her eyes tell a different story. They have more youth to them, more innocence. Let's be honest: River has never truly been innocent. But she is more innocent than the River that I know best. I smile as I take the journal in my hands. It's perfect. It'll be easy to carry around, and it is absolutely gorgeous.

So much has yet to come for The Doctor and River, both terrible and happy. And even though I have lived through things that they haven't, they have lived through things that I haven't. This book will hold stories that cannot be shared with the ones I love the most. If I were to share it, it could ruin everyone's timeline. Time is a delicate balance of... wibbly, wobbly, timey, wimey... stuff. Okay, I'll admit that wasn't the most eloquent I have been, but it'll have to do.

With a smile, I look up at my husband and wife (well, future for them), "Thank you. I have a feeling that I'll be using this a lot."

#x reader #fanfic #11th doctor x reader #11th doctor #river song x reader #river song #melody pond #doctor who #the doctor x reader #the doctor x river song #the doctor x river x reader #the doctor x you #river song x the doctor

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bridgyrose · 6 days

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Ruby smiled weakly as she watched Penny’s eyes light up again, her fingers shook as she waited for Penny to reboot. Months of working with Peitro and Winter in secret had finally brought the results she’d been hoping for. Penny was finally back.

“Where… where am I?” Penny asked as she slowly sat up. “I do not recognize this place.”

“We’re in Vacuo,” Ruby answered as she walked over to Penny and pulled her into a hug. “Its a long story, but… that can wait. You’re back. You’re… you’re really back.”

Penny slowly hugged Ruby and rubbed her back. “I… I died, didnt I?”

Ruby slowly pulled away from Penny and sat down next to her, not sure when her legs had started to feel tired from standing. “You did. Weiss and Jaune did everything they could to save you, but they couldnt. But that doesnt matter. What matters is that you’re back and we can start catching up on missed time.”

“Are you sure you do not need to rest first? You look tired.”

“I’m fine,” Ruby said as she stood up again and offered a hand to Penny. “Will you at least come home with me?”

Penny nodded and took Ruby’s hand. “Of course.”

Ruby relaxed a bit and helped Penny up. Her heart fluttered as she helped prop her up and walked out of the workshop and out to the streets. She squinted her eyes as the light stung for a moment while her eyes adjusted to the light. Not that she was worried, it was normal after her long nights while trying to rebuild Penny with Pietro’s schematics.

Still, she walked down the streets of Vacuo with her arm around Penny’s, glad that she was still the same from the last time she saw her four years ago. The way she talked, the way she moved, how her skin felt and the smile that crossed her face… all of it exactly as it had been before.

“Where is Weiss?” Penny asked. “And Blake and Yang? Why are they not with you?”

“They’re around, somewhere,” Ruby said quietly. “But that doesnt matter right now. All that matters is that we catch up and-”

“Ruby, are you sure you are okay?”

Ruby paused in her step and finally caught a glimpse of her reflection. Her eyes werent the vibrant silver they used to be, a few streaks of grey stained her hair, even her skin was more pale than usual. With a soft sigh, she looked away from her reflection and continued to walk with Penny. “I-I’m fine, really. Sure, I probably could be taking better care of myself, but I’m fine.”

“Is that why you dont know where your team is?”

“Pen-”

“You do not seem to be like yourself. I remember you always having a genuine smile but now, its like you are hiding who you are from yourself.”

Ruby went quiet for a moment as she tried to find a lie to tell Penny. It was hard enough to remember that her team went their separate ways after Salem was stopped, and even harder to accept that it’d been a couple years since she even tried to talk to them. Especially since she hid away to get Penny back. “Home isnt much farther. Once we get there we can relax-”

“Not until you’re more yourself,” Penny said.

Ruby hesitated as Penny pulled away, no longer looking at her. “I am me.”

“You are different. What did you give up in order to bring me back?”

“I… I did what I had to.” Ruby let her aura down as it shimmered with a few small holes. “Part of my aura, part of my life… I couldnt live without you. My team… they didnt understand and left. But none of that matters if that means I can have you in my life again.”

Penny looked at Ruby once more, where a soft smile had normally crossed her lips now sat a look of pity. “That is not the Ruby I want in my life.”

Ruby could only watch as Penny walked away, frozen in place as her body refused to move. All that effort to bring her back, and now she was leaving her. Again. But deep down, she knew Penny was right. She had given up too much for the person she had loved.

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #penny polendina #nuts and dolts #drabbles #angsty drabbles #I promise there will be a part 2 #but for now have some hurt

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 1 year

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(Just a little Sunday Drabble. Enjoy! SFW but is suggestive.)

“Why that of all things?”

Emerald green eyes rose to meet your own, blinking in confusion for a moment as they adjusted from reading words at a close distance to focus upon your face which was a bit farther away. The television audio was lowered with the push of a remote button so that he could hear you better. In his lap the book closed with a snap then placed off to the side where sunlight illuminated the bedroom with warm golden rays. Across your laps stretched a blanket that was both cooling and soft in material, a recent gift since he’d noticed your difficulty in sleeping under normal sheets. Today was Sunday, meaning that the two of you were home at the same time and could do as you pleased, being as it was his guaranteed (more like mandatory) day of since he works so hard. An apologetic smile raised his lips after brushing them against your temple briefly. “What was that? Sorry, bunny, can you run that by me again?”

The tip of your finger lightly tapped his freckled nose. “That.”

“You’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that,” he chuckled while slipped an arm around your shoulders, “I’m many things but a mind reader I’m definitely not.”

As if in explanation, your hands rose to form imaginary ears that reached higher than any canine or feline’s.

His sharp intelligence kicked into gear at your motions. “You’re wondering why I call you ‘bunny’?” Within his freckled cheeks rose a blush, hesitation filling those emeralds then they met your own. “Oh, uh, is it weird that I do?”

“It’s original so I’ll give points for creativity, but its not a nickname that most would pick.” The hands above your head fell to rest on the bed, taking a moment to comb through his tousled forest locks. It was still slightly damp from the shower you’d shared not too long ago. Scents of his body wash, reminding you of a cedar forest during a thunderstorm, permeated the room’s air lingering with wisps of vapor as you inhaled. “I’m curious as to why you picked it instead of ‘baby’ or ‘doll’.”

“S-sorry, I should’ve asked if you were okay with it!” The Pro Hero looked visibly shaken as he began mumbling about other little nicknames that he’s heard being used by his colleagues. Even the little wrinkle between his brows had depended as he stroked his chin in deep thought. There were a few which made you flinch or cringe until he crossed his arms with a huff and fell silent.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, Izuku, I was just wondering why.”

Bright red stained those freckled cheeks when he attempted to escape the bed only to fall victim to your sudden koala-like embrace that caused him to teeter before falling back onto the bed with you beneath him. Now the two of you were laughing as both of your fingers attempted to release or tighten the other’s hold. Sheets became tangled within limbs, nearly creating a cocoon around your twisting forms, until his stamina outlasted yours. His laughter was so beautiful to you but it was the smile that alternated between littering your face with kisses that made your world more colorful.

“Tell me already!”

“It’s too embarrassing!”

Your eyes rolled while dodging another peck of his lips. “C’mon, Izuku, no matter what the reason I’m not going tease you!”

Something devious entered his gaze as he snagged one of your wandering hands that had been attempting to find his ticklish side. “Who said it would be embarrassing for me?”

Confusion filled your being. “Me?” Suspicion tainted your curiosity. “Why would it?”

“Well,” his voice dipped into a lower octave, bending at the neck so yours came into contact with his lips, “let’s just say that it’s something that I don’t think you’re aware of doing.”

Like a horse on the track, your mind immediately began racing. Was it the way you eat or drink? Maybe how you styled your hair? What was so bunny-like that he felt it was befitting?

The sharp snag of teeth against your sensitive skin made the entirety of your mind screech to a halt, a blush rising within your cheeks as something warm and wet soothed the slightly aching area. “I could have been telling you this entire time but you weren’t listening.” Vibrato within his voice made the fine hairs across your being rise in anticipation when the tip of his nose trailed from your shoulder up to meet yours. His lips teased yours with near feather touches until they were compelled to part. “My little bunny…say it…”

Tingles and electricity shot through your veins at the stern tone he used. The compulsion to do as he suggested whenever using that voice and tone combined always left you quivering with the desire to please him. “I…I am…”

“I had no idea my little bunny was so quiet.” Deep within your core coiled familiar pressure as his emeralds hovering over you blazed with authority. The calloused pads of his fingers bit into your skin as they took hold off your chin. “Louder.”

Your lips quivering did not help your case but somehow you managed a shaky, “I am…your…little bunny…”

And like the flip of a switch, his demeanor took a complete shift from dominating desirable Deku to blushing stammering Izuku who collected you within his lean arms. “T-there it was, the reason why I call you my bunny.”

Nearing frustration level, you attempting to push him away. “I still don’t—”

“When you get excited like that, your nostrils flare like that of a bunny’s!” Silence fell as you slowly processed his words, earning a laugh as he prevented you from hiding within the bed.

#mha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #mha #mha x you #bnha x you #bnha fluff #mha fluff #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku fluff #izuku midoriya #deku x reader #deku x y/n

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daddyharrington · 2 years

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We missed you too, Steve

second story I’ve ever written/posted, yikes!

in this little number, Steve returns home after almost a month away(!) and is stunned to see how much you and the baby in your belly have changed while he’s been gone. I firmly believe you have to be the story you want to read in the world, so here’s my take. love you for reading, bbs.

warnings: pregnant reader, reader with afab anatomy, discussion of weight gain, body worship. as always, if I’ve missed something please let me know and I’ll add it!

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your gaze swept the parking lot as you pulled the maroon beemer into a spot near the stop where Steve’s bus was due to arrive any minute. there were a number of buses unloading right now, and you weren’t sure which direction to look first.

you couldn’t believe Steve’d been away for nearly a month. you’d talked on the phone every night, but you were very relieved he wouldn’t have to go away on any more business trips for the foreseeable future.

when he’d originally committed to the trip, you both knew it would be tough but worth it in the long run because of what it could mean for Steve’s future at the firm. that had been months ago. months before you’d realized Steve wasn’t going to be leaving just you back home. months before that perfect plus sign had appeared on a pregnancy test and turned your world upside down. it had taken everything in you to convince Steve not to back out of the trip for his own sake. it was the longest you’d ever been apart, and you were more than ready to have him back, because this rapidly-growing baby was already taking a lot out of you.

you opened the car door and your face was immediately met with the chilly January air. your movements were a lot slower these days, especially getting up from a seated position. you eventually heaved yourself out of the car, readjusted your long winter coat, and tightened your scarf under your chin. closing the car door, you began to make your way over to where all the passengers from the most recently-arrived bus seemed to be congregating and resurrecting their luggage from a chaotic beige and black pile.

“Y/N!” you heard a familiar voice from amongst the muddle. turning your head to follow its sound, you could just make out Steve’s hair, the top of his forehead as he bounced up and down, trying to get a clear eye-line, and his hand, waving wildly back and forth over the crowd. you beamed. just a few inches of Steve was enough to get your heart racing after so many weeks apart.

normally you’d run to him, but that was easier said than done now. you did your best, increasing your pace as fast as you could, meeting Steve in the middle of the parking lot. before you could get a word out he’d dropped his bag and had one hand gently but firmly pulling you towards him by your lower back, the other cradling the nape of your neck. your lips met in a kiss that Steve immediately deepened, your hands had reached up to caress either side of his face without even realizing, instantly falling back into muscle memory, everything fitting back into place between the two of you like it always had.

or, well. almost everything. apparently you had grown more than you thought in the last month, because you couldn’t get quite as close to Steve as you normally did. everything was just about 20° farther apart than it used to be.

Steve’s eyes said it all when you finally came up for air. “Hi, babygirl,” he finally greeted you, smiling from ear to ear. “Hi,” you replied. so relieved to have him back, but slightly shy, too. It seemed surreal to actually have him here in front of you, rather than imagining him sprawled across his bed in a hotel room, over the phone.

“worst month of my life,” Steve said, beaming as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I can’t believe I left my girls all alone for that long.” “we missed you too, Steve,” you laughed. “but we did okay here. very glad to have you back now, though,” you admitted, as you gave him another peck on the cheek and reached for his duffel bag.

“woah woah woah, what do you think you’re doin, sweetheart?” Steve admonished, quickly stepping between you and the bag so he could pull it onto his own shoulder instead. “helping you with your bag, Steve! it’s what polite people do when they pick loved ones up after long bus rides!”

“not people who are busy growing babies in their bellies!” Steve tutted, patting your bump as he starting steering you back towards the car which he’d already spotted in the lot behind you, “you’re carrying enough as is.” “oh please,” you huffed, “I’m not even that big yet. I think I can manage a bag of your dirty dress slacks and boxers, Steve.”

“I dunno, hon, I hate to say this but…” he paused in place, observing you from behind as you continued towards the car, “I think your cute little walk has turned into a waddle.” “what! you’re imagining things, Harrington,” you said, rolling your eyes as you tossed him the keys and made your way over to the passenger’s side.

“there you go again, pretty. you think you’re opening that door for yourself, don’t you?” he asked, as he slow-jogged over and opened it for you, with a little joking bow and a stupid grin on his face.

“you’ve been gone for weeks, Steve, and believe it or not, I did manage to get into this car without your assistance during that time,” you sassed, as you made your awkward way back into the car. unfortunately, between the cold outside and the baby inside, your actions spoke louder than your words. there was an awful lot of grunting going on as you got situated, and by the time you’d gotten the seatbelt extended as far as it needed to go to circle your belly, Steve had an incredibly smug look on his face. “I just call em like I see em,” he teased, as he leaned in to give you one more peck on the cheek before closing the door behind you and hopping into the driver’s side, getting the heat turned on so his girls could defrost asap.

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you’d decided to stop on the way home to pick up some groceries—you were mostly out of the things Steve considered staples since he’d been gone, and you had a few other items on your list that you figured you might as well get while you were there. you hoped Steve wouldn’t notice that they were slightly irregular, given the season.

Steve immediately went to grab a cart as you unfolded your list, planning to meet back up with you in the produce section. unfortunately, inside the grocery store was much warmer than it was outside, and you were getting too hot for all the layers you’d needed just two minutes ago. you tugged your scarf off and, realizing that wouldn’t be enough, began to remove your heavy winter coat as well.

Steve was just walking back with the cart as you were in the middle of unzipping. when the sides of your coat parted ways, he was stunned to see the new bump that was obviously poking out between your now wider hips—his eyebrows shot up as he took it all in.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed. “way to bury the lead, babe!” he eyed your middle in amazement. “what, Steve?” you tried to feign innocence, knowing it was no use. “don’t you ‘what?’ me, Y/L/N! look at you!” he reached out, hands gripping either side of your belly. “you’re huge. when I left you were just starting to get your little speedbump, but now… tell me the truth, babe. how many kiddos do you have in here?” he asked, half joking, half serious, gaze still locked on the bump protruding between his palms.

you knew most women would be self-conscious about their boyfriend calling them huge, but you were actually proud of your growing belly. it was tangible proof that you were taking good care of your and Steve’s future daughter, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t know where the extra weight had come from. baby girl’s growth spurt had kept you ravenous all month—everything you ate just tasted incredible, so between her appetite and your cravings, it wasn’t a shock to you that there was a lot more to love right now. what you hadn’t considered was how much of a difference a month would make to Steve. your belly had popped and then some since he’d been gone, going from looking bloated to unmistakably pregnant in the intervening weeks.

you sighed as you looked down at your swollen belly. you’d figured this was coming, but you’d hoped you wouldn’t have to have this conversation until you got home… ideally once you could sit down and put your feet up.

“I know, I know,” you admitted sheepishly, groaning slightly as baby girl chose that exact moment to kick into your side—you rubbed at the spot, hoping to settle her down some. once it ebbed, you let one hand reach around to support your lower back, while the other stayed put on your belly—a new posture that had quickly become habit, but only served to emphasize your bump even more. Steve knew your body better than anyone—at times you thought he might know it better than you did. you’d felt your baby growing and your body changing, but having Steve notice it made it finally seem real. “I feel huge. baby girl has been really hungry this month, Steve. I can barely keep up with her. actually, you should hear some of the things she’s been hungry for. now that’s going to make your head spin.”

“cravings too, huh?” he asked, still stroking your belly, only half paying attention to the conversation. “I’ve missed so much already,” he realized sadly, looking down at you with his big brown teddy bear eyes.

“you could say that, yes,” you huffed. “although, not all of the, uh, cravings have been food-related,” you muttered out of the corner of your mouth, hoping the words would only find Steve’s ears.

his head immediately sprung up, perky as a puppy again. “oh yeah, sweets? well you know, now that I’m back, I think I might be of some help in that regard,” he grinned mischievously.

you were glad you’d been able to lift his spirits so quickly, and you still had one more card to play. you leaned in close, this time whispering into his ear, “you think my belly’s huge, babe? just wait til you see what this pregnancy is doing to my tits.”

Steve gulped, eyes instantly searching your sweater for signs that his favorite parts of you had benefitted from the new arrangement of fat on your body. “h-honey where’s that list you brought? let’s get these groceries and get outta here so you can bring me up to speed on everything I’ve missed, okay?”

“sure, Stevie,” you winked seductively, sashaying your hips playfully towards the kiwis which, out of season or not, baby girl was absolutely demanding. “soon’s we get home, I’ll give you the full tour.”

#steve harrington x pregnant reader #steve harrington x pregnant!reader #pregnant reader #stranger things #steve harrington #dad!steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x one shot #pregnancy #body worship

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keirawantstocry · 1 month

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good morning afternoon evening and night (talking to you using a news flash voice) would you like some angst today

alrighty so you know how qtubbo is placing signs of em and sunny around the house to cope with their "coma"? made it poly morning crew but its him trying to cope that fitpac are dating and "leaving him behind" (hugs and kisses) (drink warm water even though it can be hot!)

good morning, afternoon, evening, and night to you too!!! I'm drinking water as I write this:) (it took it in a slightly different direction but I hope you enjoy)

(hugs and kisses)

tw for derealization (i think. its a bit of a hallucinatory state with lots of confusion so be safe <3)

Everything felt very blurry, every one of Tubbo's sensations pinned into a single touch. Pac's hand on his arm. His smile was more blinding than the sun and Fit was by his side. It felt like they had been hanging out for hours. Tubbo wasn't sure what they had been doing. Everything was distant. He wasn't even sure where they were right now.

“I love you,” Pac said, sounding as if his voice was coming through a tunnel.

“What?” Tubbo tried to say but no sound came out of his mouth. “I love you too,” he tried to say. Nothing. He tried to scream. Tried to get any of it out. “I love you. I love you. I love you I love you I love you.”

Pac was smiling at him through his growing distress. “It's okay,” he said, his voice sounding even farther than before. Fit was stepping back with every beat of Tubbo's heart in his ears.

Fit was pulling Pac back.

“Wait,” Tubbo pleaded. “Wait for me. Bring me with.”

Pac was fading into the black of the nothingness surrounding them.

Fit was right up in his face now, searching his expression with desperate eyes. “Tubbo,” he said.

“Fit. I don't understand. Don't leave me, man.”

Fit smiled sadly at him, before taking his face in his hands and kissing him on the forehead. Tubbo's eyes fluttered shut. It was so warm.

His touch was gone in an instant like he had blown away with the wind. Tubbo opened his eyes while tears threatened to spill out.

“Why?” he asked softly to the emptiness with no reply.

Tubbo awoke with a start. He gasped as tears slid down his cheeks, his hands reaching around desperately to find human touch. Nothing.

“Sunny?” he said, sitting up.

Across the room was one of her signs. “Hello my pa!” it read.

“Hello, Sunny,” Tubbo said. She must have just placed it. They were around here. They were right there. They were right in front of him. She was waiting for him. “Sunny, I love you.”

“I love you too pa :D”

She wasn't there. No, she had to be. Where else could they be?

“Sunny, sweetie,” his voice cracked on the pet name. “Poppet?”

"I'm right here Pa."

He saw her as if through a very foggy window. "What do you... darling I..."

She disappeared from view. He suddenly wasn't sure if she had ever been there.

"Poppet?"

No response. They weren't there.

Tubbo cried himself back to sleep.

#qsmp shipping #fitpacbo #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #q!tubbo #erm #whoops #went real sad there #sorry for enjoying making men miserable

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cornychip · 1 year

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Tequila and Limes

18+

Summary: You’re visiting your best friend’s hometown, and despite your objections, she drags you to a party at her family friend's home upon their return from tour.

Pairings: JoshxReader

A little bit of DannyxReader

Strangers to lovers

Friends? to lovers

Word Count: 9.5 k

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if you are under 18. Alcohol and drug use.

A/N: This is my first GVF fic, please be kind! If you stumble across this I hope you enjoy it, let me know your thoughts!

You fiddled with the cuffs of your sleeves as you waited on the sidewalk in front of the booming home. The yard was large enough that the loud music and intense chatter emanating from the house was slightly drowned out by the warm noises of summer.

To the right of you, your friend stood, eager to continue forth into pounding music and forthcoming bad decisions.

She looked down at you, stopping her once ambitious stride and huffing out a sweet yet defeated breath.

“Quit messing with those, you look great. It's going to be fun!”

You nodded and offered an ingenuine reassuring smile. She noticed and playfully rolled her eyes at you.

“I shouldn’t have worn long sleeves, I’m going to get so hot,” you blurted out, whipping your arms forward and showing off the billowy white top you had on.

She shot you a teasing glare as you continued to stare up at her, arms and sleeves shaking in annoyance.

“Then take it off, just wear the vest,” she smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes, “I would rather everyone’s first impressions of me not be my tits.”

She only laughed, you along with her, and continued up the sidewalk to the home.

The closer you got the louder everything was and the more intense the smell of booze and weed.

“I wasn’t kidding about the vest thing, people here would dig it,” your friend spoke again, this time her tone less teasing and more matter-of-fact.

“I think I’m okay, thank you though.”

She shrugged and continued on, waving quick hellos to people scattered farther from the house on the grass and by the bonfire.

You weren’t not excited for the party, in fact, you were dying to get a drink into you, or two or three.

You were simply nervous to be meeting a house full of new people in a state on the opposite side of the country from where all your friends and family were.

After months of organizing and planning, Casey had finally managed to drag you across the country and to her hometown in Michigan, known for its…lakes and snow?

The party was filled with her old friends and acquaintances, drunk and excited to reconnect with the one person you knew.

Daunting enough, but that was not the cause of your fretting. The true members reliable for your worries were none other than the party’s hosts- famous rockstars.

Casey and the Kiszka’s were neighbors in her younger years before she moved only a few minutes away. She knew the boys, but it was mostly their parents that continued the connection between the two families.

Still, she always managed an invitation to their now few, but profound parties following their return from tour or extended time away.

“They aren’t famous in the way that other people are famous, you know? It’s really nothing to worry about!”

Casey had stressed upon your initial panic at the announcement that the next evening you would be attending their party.

Unfortunately her efforts to subdue any nervousness were useless.

It seemed as though you just weren’t experienced enough to make the acute distinction between famous-famous people and famous-but not really famous people.

All you did know was that you were feeling a strong inclination to turn around and never enter the Kiszka home. Though, you were beginning to understand a bit more of what Casey had meant about them as you couldn’t quite imagine most celebrities throwing ragers at their parent’s home.

You finally entered the home after a few short conversations with old friends of Casey’s. It was hot and sticky and depending on how much you drank that night, your shirt may have been coming off.

Every room was filled with people, some were dancing, some were talking-yelling- and others were testing the limits of their personal alcohol consumption.

“Casey!” A voice sounded out behind the two of you almost immediately, mixing with the booming base of music seeping from the various speakers around the home.

You turned to face a sweet, and very intoxicated looking, long haired man. His cheeks were rosy and his face was covered in a sheen of sweat as well as his torso that was exposed between the opening of a button down shirt.

“Jake, hi!” Casey beamed out and the two embraced in a hug, Jake stumbling back and finding his footing after a short moment.

They separated and Jake quickly inquired about Casey’s parents and vice versa.

You stood, anxiously scanning the room for alcohol of any sort in reaching distance.

“This is my friend and roommate, y/n.”

Casey pushed you forward slightly with a small nudge to your back and you were snapped out of your alcohol motivated, vulture-like focus.

You gave a small smile, finding it hard to keep your eyes focused on his pretty face, yet somehow managing.

“Nice to meet you, thanks for letting me come along,” You let out.

Jake only waved a hand and sounded out a “pshhh”.

“Don’t thank me, everyone’s welcome here at the Kiszka abode.”

He stumbled back once again, this time finding his balance on the person behind him, patting their back once he straightened himself back up.

“Well I’m going to try to find the others, you’re going to bring your guitar down to the fire later, right?”

Casey pointed a finger at him as she dragged you further into the belly of the beast.

Jake yelled an enthusiastic “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t” after the two of you.

“God I need a drink,” you exhaled a long breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding in.

Casey laughed.

“Yeah me too. Not so scary after all, right?” she nudged your shoulder and you relented, letting go a relieved smile.

“No, but really, really hot.”

Casey barked out a laugh and you smiled with her, giddy as you spotted the kitchen, counters equipped with rows of liquor and beer.

Just before you reached your destination, though, Casey interrupted your course, pulling you into a sharp right turn only moments from stepping into the kitchen.

“Sam! Danny!”

Casey yelled out again, sounding slightly more excited than her previous meeting with Jake.

Casey had told you that she had been much closer with the two, being only a year younger than them.

The two turned from the corner they were tucked into, and the conversation they were previously entwined with, to the two of you, smiles washing over their inquiring faces.

“Hey Case,” Sam let out, hand lazily grasping at a red solo cup.

“What’s up Casey,” Danny offered a small wave.

“What are you two doing tucked away over here?”

Casey questioned and Danny and Sam exchanged knowing glances.

“Trying to stay away from Jake, he becomes a menace the second you pour a few shots into him,” Sam feigned annoyance and Danny chuckled, though you assumed there was some truth to it.

“Yeah, we just saw him, he’s very-” Casey pondered, “-happy!”

The two chuckled to themselves.

“Yeah, that’s one take on it. He’s trashed, and it hasn’t even been 2 hours,” Sam spoke through varying scoffs.

“Are you going to introduce us to your friend?”

Danny voiced out and you looked over to him, his face attentive on your own.

Casey wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “This is y/n, my very best friend and the girl I share an apartment with!”

You looked up to her, wondering if she had swiped a shot of something without you noticing. You let out a laugh either way, enjoying her antics and vicariously feeling slightly more at ease.

“Hey, nice to meet you guys,” you spoke, not able to think of anything else to say.

“Very nice to meet you too,” Danny smiled while Sam nodded along in agreement.

Your stomach swirled with warmth and you were sure your cheeks became dusted with rosiness, was he actually flirting with you?

Despite your giddiness, you could not shake the feeling that all of this would be even more enjoyable if you were on the same intoxication level as everyone there.

The three continued talking and you drummed your fingers against your bare legs.

You stopped midway through as you irrationally feared that Danny would ask you about it, then having to admit that you were not musically inclined but in fact, very nervous.

Instead you played with the fraying hem of your skirt, pulling the piece of clothing that hugged tightly over your body down, farther over the tops of your thighs.

You returned your focus to whatever the three were discussing, but instead you were met with Danny’s stare, right where you were adjusting your skirt.

He flicked his eyes up to yours, making momentary eye contact with you before looking away, back to Sam and Casey’s conversation.

He wanted you to know that he knew you had caught him and you could tell for the first time that he was definitely not sober.

You desperately wanted to say something, flirt with him, maybe touch his arm and tell him that you had wanted to wear your vest the same way as he was, with nothing underneath it, and have him thinking about you topless, but you couldn’t get a word out.

God, you needed a fucking drink.

You tugged on the hem of Casey’s shirt when her and Sam’s conversation began to dull down. She looked over to you, giving you a knowing look, and nodded.

“Okay guys, we’re going to get something to drink, we’ll see you later,” Casey spoke as she took your arm in hers and began to escort you away.

Both the men said their goodbyes and went back to whatever topic they were discussing the minutes before you and Casey’s arrival.

Danny’s eyes lingered on your retreating self slightly longer than what would be deemed as normal.

“Danny seemed to like you,” Casey wiggled her eyebrows at you.

You scoffed, but you could feel your face heat up at the mention.

“Yeah, maybe if I wasn’t the only sober one here I would have been brave enough to flirt with him,” you chuckled as Casey laughed alongside you.

“You aren’t the only sober one, I am too.”

You hummed out in acknowledgment, hoping you would have another opportunity to flirt with the gorgeous man you had left behind.

The two of you had finally made it to the kitchen, the only place in the home that wasn’t packed full of people.

Most sat atop the counters, engaged in casual conversations, or came and went after pouring themselves a drink.

“Josh, I’ve been looking for you!” Casey jogged up and tapped the curly haired man on the shoulder.

He craned his head over to her and away from whatever drink he was creating. His lips hung open in a curious “o” which quickly stretched into a large, and perfect, grin before pulling Casey into a zealous hug.

“Heyyy!”

He sounded out following the hug's release, drawing out the last sound of the word.

Casey hadn’t remembered to introduce you, but you didn’t mind as you were content with simply following the curves of his profile and the way his lips moved when he talked.

She had told you that Jake and Josh were twins, and while they did look strikingly similar, you could still feel a giddy warmth blooming under your cheeks as you watched him.

His smile had yet to fall and for this, you were thankful.

You couldn’t seem to look away from his beaming grin, the slight gap between his front two teeth making your heart flutter.

Your eyes continued to seemingly move on their own, examine every aspect of his being.

He wore a long sleeve black button down that was fashioned similarly to Jake’s, though while his hung completely open, Josh still held on to a few buttons at the bottom of the shirt.

The scandalous styling of the shirt exposed the tan skin of his chest and the slight curves of his toned muscle.

Your eyes unwillingly moved down further focusing in on how his jeans hung dangerously low on his hips despite the brown leather belt fastened around them.

“And this is y/n, my lovely friend whom I live with.”

Casey once again snapped you out of your daze and you put on a smile, too nervous to blurt anything out.

“Well hello y/n, I’m excited to welcome you into my home!”

Josh theatrically waved his arms in the air, making one sweeping motion to the room and having his hand fall casually around your shoulder.

You stiffened slightly under his touch despite your previous enamorment.

You had never been used to touchy people, much less touchy strangers that happened to be beautiful rock stars.

Casey caught your eye, knowing all too well your odd discomfort with casual physical touch, and cringed out an awkward smile that seemed to say ‘sorry’.

Josh didn’t seem to notice, as he couldn’t quite grasp the fact that some people didn’t communicate through touch, and you simply nodded an ‘it’s okay’ back to Casey.

“Let’s take some shots, you both seem far too sober.”

He squeezed at your arm before releasing you and moving on to gather glasses.

You felt your body relax at the mention as well as the loss of contact.

Though, you knew that later in the night, you would be chasing the odd mix of excitement and anxiety boiling in the pits of your stomach when he pulled you into his side.

You moved to follow Josh over to the counter where discarded slices of lime and lemon sat alongside large bottles of half drinken liquor.

“We’ll start off with tequila,” Josh proclaimed, lifting the bottle and gathering up shot glasses left around the kitchen.

Your face fell into a slight grimace and Casey laughed as Josh gave the two of you a questioning look.

“Y/n and tequila aren’t on the best of terms,” Casey revealed in between chuckles.

“Too many bad decisions for one person have been made with my various run ins with tequila…also, it tastes bad.”

You went on passionately while remembering that fateful night months ago where you had to be escorted home by both Casey and a police officer.

You hated tequila.

Josh listened to you intently, an amused smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Well, as a guest of the Kiszka home, one tequila shot is required,”

Josh’s voice boomed loudly, his words coming out slightly slurred and you couldn’t help but glance your eyes down to his lips, wet with tongue swept saliva.

He pushed the shot glasses forward with no room for complaints.

You sighed defeatedly, but reluctantly grabbed the glass, excited to have something in your system. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as Josh swiped a tongue across the back of his hand, sprinkling something onto the same spot.

He lifted the glass in the air and you and Casey followed.

“To life!”

Josh yelled, partygoers looking over with short curiosity before going back to their own conversations and happenings.

You all clinked your glasses together, tapping them on the table before gulping down the burning liquid.

Both Josh and Casey bit into limes as you struggled, tears beginning to well up in your eyes as the burning continued down the back of your throat.

You fucking hated tequila.

Before you knew it, a lime was being pushed between your lips.

Your eyes fell on Josh, smiling and wildly laughing down at you.

You opened your mouth, biting down on the sourness with much ardor.

Josh’s hand grasped at your shoulder, his fingers finding their way behind your neck as his thumb rested next to your jawline and under your ear keeping the lime in place with his other hand.

You released your bite and he threw the lime on the counter.

Barely a second later, as your eyes still welled with tears and your face still stuck in a grimace, he raised his hand to your mouth, nudging your head towards it with his hand snaking up the back of your neck.

You licked off the remaining salt that coated the space between his pointer and thumb, cringing from the taste.

You could hear both him and Casey laughing as they looked on to your disgusted face.

You gazed up, eyes still wet with slowly retreating tears, and met Josh’s stare. His eyes narrowed at your own and he swept his tongue over his lips before turning his attention back to the previous situation.

“You got the sequence all wrong- Salt, Tequila, Lime- we’re going to have to do another one,” Josh’s teased and you shook your head violently.

“No way in hell-” you shivered at the thought but were met with a warm and buzzing feeling beginning to make its way through you, “-but I will have one of something other than tequila.”

After three more shots of various liquors-fireball, vodka, bourbon-you felt nice and floaty, and the three of you began loosely yelling about one thing or another.

“Let me make you guys a cocktail for the road,” Josh pointed at you and Casey, turning back to the table of alcohol.

You and Casey nodded, falling into your own conversation as Josh worked his magic.

Her eyes widened as she looked over your shoulder and waved a fervent hand at someone behind the two of you.

“Y/n I’m going to go say hi to some friends over there, do you wanna come?”

She returned her attention to you, cheeks beginning to go red with drunkenness.

“I think I’m going to wait for our drinks, this girl needs a little more fuel in her tank,” you pointed to yourself and her face scrunched up with odd amusement.

“Alright, I’ll be right over there,” she squeezed your shoulder and left, making her way to the group of people on the opposite end of the house.

You sighed, feeling a newfound emptiness with your best friend detached from your side.

You shuffled closer to Josh, leaning on the counter to his side. He looked over to you, an easy grin falling over his lips.

Your face heated up at the acute reminder that his attention was now solely you and you hoped that it had become red enough from the alcohol that he wouldn’t notice.

“What’re you making?”

You questioned, letting your mouth morph into an inquisitive yet slightly disgusted frown as he dipped his finger into each glass and swirled around the pinkish liquid.

“Salty dogs! The best fucking drink ever created” he exclaimed, leaning close into you.

He handed you a glass, searching over your shoulder for Casey.

“She went over there to catch up with some friends,” you explained and he just nodded his head, clinking your glasses together.

You took a sip, cringing from the bitterness and overwhelming taste of salt.

“God, ew, what is in this.”

Josh feigned an offended look, chuckles breaking through his performance.

“I can’t believe how picky you are, who let you into this party?” he laughed again, his eyes wide on you with shock.

You shrugged your shoulders, examining the drink closer with your eyes zeroed in on the sloshing pink liquid.

“I’m not picky, Josh, this is just disgusting,”

You decidedly answered as you peeled your eyes away from your thorough inspection.

His mouth fell into a lazy smile at hearing his name come from your lips. He laughed a breathy laugh, wordless over your dislike for his seemingly very cherished drink.

Nevertheless you continued sipping on it, trying to hide the slight contortion of all your features every time your tongue was met with the bitter liquid and salted rim.

Despite your efforts, though, Josh noticed and a laugh escaped him.

“No, no, no, no, no, you don’t deserve to drink it if you keep making that face,”

He stepped closer to you wrapping his hand around yours as it gripped your glass.

“No I’m going to drink it, it’s actually really good,”

You attempted to lie, pulling your glass away from his grip and he stumbled forward into you.

He tried to snatch it again, your bodies close together as he continued trying to wrestle the glass from you.

You shuffled yourself atop the counter as he followed, making a space for himself between your knees, continuing his stubborn fight for the drink.

You held the drink up higher so he could not reach, a fit of laughter escaping the two of you all the while.

He tried once more, relenting as he let the hand that was previously reaching for the drink fall atop your knee.

He seemingly did not notice the gesture or had at least seen it as casual enough that it needed no attention.

Your eyes, on the other hand, were glued to his hand as it slightly squeezed at the part of your thigh right above your knee.

You tried to remind yourself that it meant nothing, that Casey told you all about how touchy he was just as a precautionary warning.

Still, that feeling from before began bubbling in your stomach and tingling under the skin on your legs.

You glanced up at his face which had seemingly noticed your fascination with his hand placement.

The two of you stared at one another, faces close and warm. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and the slight earthy smell of whatever perfume or oil he was wearing, or maybe that was just how he smelled.

His eyes darted to your lips and you could feel your heart beginning to race with anticipation as you swept your tongue over your bottom lip.

“Josh!”

A loud and slurred voice called out before stumbling into Josh’s back, spilling that evil pink liquid all over your shirt.

Josh turned to a very drunk Jake with a giddy and accomplished grin on his face.

“Hello y/n!” he spoke out waving over Josh’s shoulder, you smiled back, not very bothered, but mostly amused by the situation.

Josh looked down at himself, his own shirt also ruined by the drink, and then at you.

His eyes were wide and he sported an open mouthed, dumbfounded smile.

He attempted to hide his breathless laughs that rang out from Jake, faking annoyance, but he was seemingly not very good at hiding his emotions.

“Ah, Jake, come on, you ruined the lady’s shirt!”

Josh grasped at one of Jake's shoulders, motioning to you, and your now slightly see through white top, with an open arm.

Jake furrowed his eyebrows pretending not to have noticed until Josh pointed it out.

“I’m so sorry y/n! I need to watch where I’m going!”

Jake stumbled up to you and took your hand in between his two. He squeezed at it in his own hands and shook, a theatrically apologetic look on his face as he looked into your eyes.

His face was close enough for you to smell the whiskey on his breath and see the few out of place hairs falling in front of his eyes.

Behind him, you could see Josh’s eyes narrow just the slightest bit and his eyebrows draw down before returning to their previous bewildered state.

“Don’t worry about it, I forgive you,” you placed your remaining hand on his shoulder and gave him a slight shake.

He gave you a smile and leaned into your ear.

“It was meant for Josh, not you, sorry” he whispered.

You grinned and nodded as he leaned away and flashed a mischievous smile before patting Josh on the shoulder and walking away as if nothing had happened.

Josh just watched as he walked away, that dumbfounded look not yet leaving his face.

He looked back at you with his grinning mouth agape.

“Can you believe this guy?”

You shrugged and looked down for the first time at your shirt.

A large pink splotch seeped into the fabric and turned it translucent.

You let out a laugh, Josh following, and pinned the fabric between your pointer and thumb, peeling it away from where it had stuck to your skin.

“I can get you a different shirt, I think I have one almost exactly the same as the one you’re wearing,” Josh offered, a grin still plastered on his lips.

“Don’t patronize me Joshua,” you narrowed your eyes at him but kept on a playful smirk.

His cheeks reddened and he put up his hands in defense.

“I’m not, seriously, I think we have very similar style,”

He got out through chuckles as he stole your still quarter full glass off the counter, swigging it down in one go.

“Make me another drink and then we can raid your closet, deal?” you questioned, “…but please not another salty dog.”

Josh opened his mouth to retaliate and most likely defend his beloved salty dog, but he shut it after some thought and simply nodded.

“I will make you a cocktail that you shall never forget,” Josh announced proudly.

You hopped off the counter and stood, shoulders touching, next to Josh as he accumulated different liquors and mixers.

He shifted against you upon notice and glanced down at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

You returned the look with an innocent smile of your own, making your eyes as big and inconspicuous as possible.

“Single or a double?” he asked and you found the professionalism amusing from someone who had just minutes before used his fingers as a stirrer.

“Double.”

He nodded and poured a hefty amount of vodka into the bottom of the glass and topped it off with cranberry juice.

“Josh these aren’t cocktails, you're just mixing vodka with different juices!”

You nudged his side and barked out a laugh.

“Hey, that is a cocktail!” He yelled out defensively.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, grabbing the drink from the counter and taking a large sip of the sweet liquid.

“Thank you,” you relented quietly.

“Huh, what was that!?”

Josh nudged closer to you, bending down slightly so he could put his ear up to you, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

“I said thank you, now take me to this shirt you say you own.”

Josh grinned proudly, offering his arm for you to take.

You looked down at it, pushing your eyebrows up and together as if to say, really?

Josh only nodded as you reluctantly proceeded to take his arm, grinning to yourself and hoping he did not see.

You walked up the stairs to a hallway containing what you assumed were all the Kiszka’s rooms.

As you moved further and further from the party, the loud music was drowned away as well as the chatter and you finally realized how warm your skin was and the way your head spun as you continued forward.

“You okay mama?”

Josh looked down at you as you momentarily stopped walking.

You blushed at the nickname and a warmth bloomed in your stomach.

“Yeah, just maybe should have made that double a single now that I think about it,”

You laughed nervously, silently cursing yourself for getting too drunk to do any of the things you told yourself some liquid courage would help with.

“Come on in here and I’ll get you some water,”

Josh walked you to a door, slipping his arm around your waist, his other hand lightly holding at your upper arm.

You walked into the room, almost immediately refreshed by it. It smelled like him everywhere.

The earthy scent swirled synchronously around you and you couldn’t help but inhale a little longer than normal to catch the sweet smell.

Josh bent down to a power strip and flipped on the lights. Lamps scattering the interior emitted a dull warmth around the room and you found yourself feeling better even without the water.

“There’s a bathroom across the hall if you need it, I’ll be right back,” he offered a soft smile before walking out of the room and closing the door softly, leaving you alone and sitting on his bed.

You stayed for a few minutes, testing the bounciness and softness of his bed, but found that it had gotten old rather quickly.

After a few more minutes of examining the room and all the trinkets, band posters and instruments, you crossed the hall, hoping to sober yourself up more in the bathroom.

You sighed as you flipped on the harsh fluorescent lighting, eyes squinting instinctively at the drastic change of light.

You ran the sink, splashing cold water onto your face, and sometimes swallowing gulps of sink water, for what felt like an hour.

Patting your face dry with a towel you looked up at your reflection, noticing for the first time how uncomfortable and sticky your shirt was and also how close the spill had been to exposing your naked chest.

You grimaced at it, starting to hate the cold, wet, stickiness it was beginning to leave on your skin.

You returned to Josh’s room, thankfully far more sober than you left it.

You waited on his bed again, awkwardly holding your shirt away from your skin.

What the hell was taking him so long?

Taking matters into your own hands, you unbuttoned and discarded the shirt onto the ground, adjusting your vest so it still covered you.

If not for your still slight intoxication you would not have been so bold.

You shifted in front of his closet door, moving your weight from one foot to another as you wondered if it was really okay to look inside or better yet wear one of his shirts.

Taking a leap of faith, you swung open the door and stared at the very few items still in his closet.

You very quickly remembered that he no longer lived there.

Somewhat let down from what you expected to be a wardrobe filled with Elton John-esque outfits, you fingered through the few remaining pieces, searching for a suitable option.

Most were different variations of the same white shirt, short sleeve and linen, long sleeve and button down.

A few statement pieces were mixed in, things that perhaps no longer fit his aesthetic. Such as a fur vest and a few fringe lined vests and jackets.

“Sorry, for the wait, I got held up by Jake-”

Josh burst through the door, two glasses of water in hand.

Your eyes widened as you met his own surprised ones.

You looked down at yourself, thankful that the vest was covering something at the very least. but it still wasn’t much.

He caught himself quickly and darted his gaze away from you.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize-” he began, stopping short and instead keening his interest on some vinyls left out instead of stacked in a pile by the foot of his bed.

“Sorry, I was just looking for something to put under this…I hope you don’t mind, I looked in your closet,”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to maintain some form of modesty, and stepped away from the open closet.

You faced Josh, who was collecting the vinyls around the room and placing them in his messy stacks categorized by god knew what.

Suddenly you felt very sober and very embarrassed.

“No, not at all…”

He stood up and looked at you again with red tinged cheeks.

He gulped, his throat moving up and down with the action, and seemed to ponder something for a moment before taking cautionary steps towards you.

He stopped once in front of you, looking down at the vest resting skimpily over your chest.

He reached out a cautionary hand, taking the hem of the clothing between his fingers, focused intensely on his own hand connecting with the bit of fabric.

“You know, you could just…wear this.”

Your eyes widened and your face heated up, the pit of your stomaching dropping in a warm anticipation.

When you didn’t respond he looked back up to you, his intent brown eyes connecting with your own.

As you could feel even the tips of your ears go red, you moved your eyes from his and choked out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, Casey told me that too, I guess it’s a sign.”

Josh hummed a noise of agreement and nodded his head, the fingers gripping your vest grazing the skin of your stomach and waist.

“I guess so…”

The words fell from his lips without meaning, just spoken to fill the silence as his eyes moved from where his hand was gripping at the fabric to your lips.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat.

His other hand moved up, resting itself behind your neck, his thumb tucked behind your ear just as it was when he put the lime into your mouth and had you lick the salt off his hand.

Your stomach fluttered at the thought that your tongue had connected with his skin in such a manner upon just meeting him, you had liked it more than you should have.

“I wanted you in here when I first saw you, you know?”

Your focus was snapped back by the sound of his voice, quiet and gravely.

You laughed a shy nervous laugh again and replied.

“What, in your room?”

Your now very meek voice questioned out, playing dumb just in case you were catching his hints wrong, despite the two of you being tangled up with one another.

“Yeah, in my room,”

Josh grinned a devious grin, tugging softly at the roots of your hair.

You choked down a small whimper, liking to think it was out of pain and not the alternative.

“Why would you want that?” you asked again, the last bits of self restraint leaving you as you waited for whatever delicious response he had for you.

“I think you know why, y/n.”

He leaned closer to the point where your noses grazed and you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he breathed heavy pants against your cheeks.

You finally found your courage and brought your eyes up to look at his.

They narrowed as a devilish smirk grew on his lips, and without another moment, he pressed them against yours.

They were soft and warm and tasted salty in the best way possible.

His fingers curled into a fist around your vest as he pulled you closer to him.

You brought your hands to the sides of his face, losing them in soft brown curls.

He nipped at your bottom lip, each time swiping his sweet tongue against the delicate skin afterwards.

You let out small whimpers, not knowing if he heard them or even really caring.

He released you feverishly, pushing you away but keeping his hands connected to you.

The hand gripping at the vest loosened and instead settled onto your hip. He scanned the entirety of your body, his mouth slightly agape with awe and lust.

He finally traced his eyes back up to your face, your lips pink and swollen and cheeks red. The side of his mouth quirked up.

“You’re so fucking hot…you look so pretty like this,”

He moved a hand to take your cheek into his palm, focused on scanning every aspect of your very flushed face.

He seemed to enjoy seeing what he could do to you.

You stepped forward in a fit of sudden confidence and growing desire, closing the gap once again and looping your fingers through the belt loops at the front of his pants.

You pulled, wanting him closer to you and he looked down in pleasant surprise.

“You’re so impatient, do you want me that badly, pretty girl?”

Josh quirked his eyebrows up, laughing a breathy laugh.

You nodded your head, tugging harder at his pants, head swirling as you felt the hardness beneath them.

“Why so quiet? I want to hear you talk with that needy voice of yours,”

He tilted your head up with a finger under your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes as you spoke.

He had, after all, heard your small moans and whimpers.

“You…I want you,”

You finally managed let out quietly, your heartbeat quickening as your chest rose and fell swiftly, embarrassment, guilt and excitement all mixing into one odd amalgamation.

You wondered if Casey was looking for you.

Josh leaned into you, connecting your lips once again and disintegrating any other thoughts that weren’t about him and his warm lips moving against your own.

You moaned against his mouth at the return of his tongue to yours, tucking your fingers under the waistband of his jeans and underwear, grazing the sensitive skin there.

He groaned into the kiss, chuckling as he leaned away, his mouth still on yours.

“You’re a tease, gorgeous,”

Josh spoke, shutting his eyes and trying to savor the feeling of your fingers on his body.

He looked down at you, forehead resting on your own, and waited for a response as his mouth hung open in desire.

You looked up at him, flashing a devious grin and swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you slowed your fingers and returned them to resting on the sides of his face, tangled in his hair.

“S’that better?” you asked, a taunting tone taking to your voice.

Josh let out a breathy laugh, his hand squeezing at your hip and the other tugging softly at your hair, you were playing a dangerous game.

“Yeah, much,” he answered, a sarcastic twinge present in his words.

He danced his fingers down your neck, stopping them as he got to your sternum.

The tips of his fingers grazed the edge of your vest and dipped under it until they found the slight beginnings of the underside of your breast.

His touch was light, barely there, and only whispers of warmth trailed behind it as he followed the curved outline of your breast, up and down.

Your breath hitched and goosebumps prickled at your skin.

You stared up at him intently, focused on his own gaze steady on your chest.

His movements were so precise, so soft, you were putty in his hands.

He flicked his stare back to your face, searching for any reaction to his teasing and smirked upon finding your open mouthed and pleading eyed expression.

“Now who’s the tease?”

You managed to get out, but not without your voice wavering as his fingers continued drawing lazy lines up and down the contour of your breast.

He let out a chuckle and his eyes narrowed.

He moved his hand around your breast, kneading at the supple flesh slowly, dragging his fingers over your hardened nipple as his other hand dug into your hip.

You leaned into him, feeling some relief as he finally touched you, even hungrier for more.

You tightened your fingers in his hair, tugging at the curls and dragging your other hand to rest on his neck as you pulled his lips back onto your own.

His hands grabbed at you more desperately, pulling your hips into his and catching your nipple between his fingers as his hand feverishly molded around your breast.

You both breathed into the kiss, the two of you getting more and more needy as slight nips on your lips became harsh bites and soft kisses became desperate and rough.

He tugged at your hair, pulling your head to the side as he moved his lips down your jaw and to that sweet spot on your neck. You sucked in a harsh breath as he dragged his teeth further down your neck, eliciting slight twinges of pain before soothing them with a warm flick of his tongue.

You could feel his hardness against you as his hand continued pulling your hips into his, trying to find any friction he could.

You brought your hands down to his shirt, fiddling with the few remaining buttons and dragging your hands against the exposed flesh when you finally managed to unbutton them. He shivered under your touch, grinding his hips further onto yours as you once again dipped your fingers under his waistband.

You retreated your touch again only to bring your hand over his clothed hardness.

He sighed heavily into your neck as you palmed his erection, his pants tight around it.

You were desperate for more, more of him and more of his skin on your skin and his warmth on and in every part of yours.

Going to his belt, you sloppily undid it until it hung open on his hips.

He moved his hand to the swell of your ass, squeezing at the flesh, stray fingers accidentally finding their way under your skirt that was quickly riding up your thighs.

You undid his button, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away slightly.

He looked at you curiously as you pulled his shirt off his shoulders and began trailing your fingers down his torso, eventually lowering yourself onto your knees.

His mouth hung open and his chest fell and rose quicker than it had before as his hands began tangling in your hair.

“You don’t have to, darling.”

You nodded.

“I know, I just want to taste you, I want to make you feel good.”

He let out a breath, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“How could I refuse?” He offered, his tongue tracing the bottoms of his teeth.

A heat grew between your legs, you wanted to have him in your mouth.

You wanted him to be hitting the back of your throat until you gagged and made a mess of you all for his own pleasure.

“Open that pretty mouth for me,” you did as he said, the corners of his lips pulling up at the action.

He brought his own hands down to his pants, motioning for you to return yours to your side.

He unzipped his jeans painfully slowly, rubbing himself over his underwear a few times before hooking his fingers under their waistband and pulling them down, his cock springing against his stomach upon being released from the tight confines of his briefs.

Your breath got stuck in your throat as you stared at him with an open mouth, now not so confident you could take him.

His eyes darkened as he ran his hand over the length of his cock, pressing the tip against your lips.

You swallowed dryly, words escaping you in that very moment.

“Don’t give up before you try, sweet girl. I want to feel your pretty mouth around me,”

Josh moved his other hand to your mouth, the pad of his thumb dragging your bottom lip down, his cock still resting on your lips.

You wrapped your hand around the base of him as he retreated his own from himself.

You pressed a soft kiss to the tip, traveling sweet kisses down the length of him, dragging your tongue up to his head once you reached the bottom of him.

His hands tangled in your hair as soft, breathy groans escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering closed and mouth hanging open.

You wrapped your lips around his head, swirling your tongue around him. His hands tightened in your hair and he pushed at the back of your head slightly, trying to get you to take him in even farther. You complied, dragging your mouth down and around him until he hit the back of your throat.

Hollowing your cheeks around him, you bobbed your head up and down his length.

You looked up at him as he opened his eyes to watch you work your mouth around him, the side of his lip quirking up.

He held your head still with his hands firmly grasping at your hair and thrusted into your mouth. You moaned around him, half out of surprise and half out of pleasure.

He started off slow, trailing his eyes until they met with your own, tears beginning to well up in them.

His eyes were dark with lust and his mouth morphed into an evil smirk while he watched for your reaction every time he roughly thrust himself into your mouth.

He sped up and tears fell from the corner of your eyes as he continued hitting the back of your throat over and over again, faster and faster. He let out guttural groans as he pulled you away from him, saliva trailing from your mouth to his dick and trickling down the sides of your lips.

He huffed out a breath, stroking himself a few times and bringing the pad of his thumb down to wipe your mouth and the tears still present on your cheeks.

“I made such a mess of you mama,” He spoke through lost breaths as he looked down at you adoringly, “you felt so fucking good.”

You only looked back at him, your eyes connecting with him in a foggy haze. He bent down to you and pressed his lips against yours, so breathtakingly delicate in contrast to his previous actions.

He pulled away, and searched your eyes, moist with leftover tears. He pulled you up with a gentle tug of the arm and pushed you into the bed, soft with burnt orange bedding.

“It’s your turn to feel good my pretty girl,” Your face flushed.

You knew it was just something that slipped out of his mouth, that you had only known each other for at most two or three hours, but the words trickling off his lips made you feel special.

His.

He pushed you back so you were laying down, your head propped up on the few pillows resting against his headboard.

He crawled on top of you, settling himself between your legs and stopping as he hovered over your lower stomach.

He huffed out a quiet, shaky breath, and licked his lips, staring at the exposed skin of your torso. He traced the tips of his fingers from your lower stomach, just above where the waistband of your skirt settled, to the space between your breasts, still slightly covered by the vest.

You shivered under his touch again, so light, so delicate, yet so electric.

You stared at him hovering over you.

The way his eyes distracted themselves on studying every inch of your skin, his lips hung open in admiration and craving, glistening with saliva.

God, he was so pretty.

He brought his hands to your vest, slowly removing it as you leaned off the bed slightly to help him get it off you. He drew in a breath, his focus on your naked torso.

He looked back up to you, questioning and desire present in his expression.

He finally placed a hand on your breast, slowly kneading at it as he brought his lips to place feather light kisses in between your breasts.

He grazed his tongue over your nipple as his hand worked at your other breast. You drew in a sharp breath, relishing in the intimate touch.

He lapped at you again, this time without stopping.

Swirling his tongue around your nipple sloppily, his hand feverishly squeezed and played with your other breast.

He detached his lips from you and trailed them down your stomach, slowly, delicately.

Trails of saliva followed his actions and soon his kisses found their way to your waistband.

He stayed there, nipping and sucking at the skin, your hips involuntarily squirming and bucking as he formed bruises on them. His hand moved from your breast to under your skirt.

The black fabric scrunched up at your hips as his hand desperately hooked around the side of your underwear.

You whined quietly, the kisses becoming too little and his hand becoming too far from where you wanted it.

He dragged your skirt off your hips and past your legs, discarding his own bottoms as well onto the floor.

You took him in for a split second, tracing your eyes around the contours and curves of his nude body, your face heated up and an electric feeling coursed through your veins.

Before you could look any more he bent down to hover over your hips. He pulled down the side of your underwear fastened to your hip just an inch, his breath hot on the bit of skin as his face hovered just an inch or two from your body.

He worked his lips there and trailed them to the other side of your body, his fingers teasingly pulling down your underwear just the slightest bit and pressing intimate kisses on the forbidden skin there.

You squirmed under his touch and your voice pleaded out with whimpers and whines. He looked up to you, a soft smile forming on his lips.

He finally brought his mouth down over your clothed core, kissing over the fabric. You shivered and brought your hands down to settle in his loose curls, already wild from your previous rendezvous.

He brought his mouth back to your waistband and settled the fabric between his teeth, pulling it down your legs.

You closed your legs, embarrassment washing over you as much as lust and desire.

“Don’t get shy now, let me see you,” Josh kneeled in front of you.

He slipped his hands between your knees, pulling them apart and settling himself in between you.

He licked his lips as he dipped his head down between your legs until you could feel his warm breath on your core. You exhaled a quick and sharp breath.

“You keep getting prettier, sweet girl,”

Josh raised his head, looking into your eyes before returning them to between your legs.

His arms wrapped under your legs, hands curling around to grip at your hip and squeeze at the tops of your thighs.

Once again all that was present on your exposed core was his warm breath, teasing as your hips struggled not to squirm under his manipulation.

You could feel his breath before you could hear the slight breathy chuckles come from between your legs.

“So needy for me,”

He teased, watching the way your body reacted to him.

“Please, Josh,” you struggled out, frustration building.

“I want to take my time mama, be with such a pretty girl as long as I can,” he answered with his fingernails dragging soft stinging circled around your hip.

“I might just leave then,”

You challenged, knowing damn well it wasn’t true.

He knowingly called your bluff.

“I just don’t think that’s true,” he answered, his voice just slightly lower than before, his breath slightly closer.

He extended his tongue and your body jolted before melting into his warmth. You rolled your hips against his tongue, stationary and velvet soft.

You groaned with frustration, he was giving you just enough, but nothing more.

You returned your hands to his curls, tightening them in the messy brown waves, pulling him closer into you.

He gave in, moving his tongue in sweet, soft circles around your clit. His pace quickened and you lost sight of anything and anyone except you and him.

You moaned out, but the sound caught in your throat and your mouth hung open in splendid delight.

He groaned into you and you pulled at his curls unabashedly, not having the mental capacity to worry if it hurt him or not.

He closed his mouth around your clit, sucking and kissing before returning his tongue to work at you.

The warm feeling began tumbling in the pit of your stomach and suddenly your whole body felt like it was on fire.

His hands dug into the flesh of your thighs, fingers dipping toward the sensitive spots on the inside of your thigh.

You let out a breathy whimper followed by a line of expletives you were trying your best not to yell in hopes no one downstairs would hear what was happening in Josh’s room.

“Don’t hold back, let everyone hear how good I make you feel, mama,”

Josh hurried the words out before pressing his lips back onto you.

With only those words, your inhibitions had left you and you were moaning out without shame.

His name, various curses, anything and everything.

The burning feeling pooled up in your stomach and you knew you were close.

“Josh, keep going…fuck,” you managed out between laboured breaths and whimpers.

Upon your words, he groaned into you, moving his hand from your thigh to your entrance, teasing a finger. You bucked your hips into him and you could feel the smirk form on his lips.

He gave in, pushing two fingers into you.

You shuttered with delight as you stretched around him.

You hadn’t done this in a while, and the twinge of pain from his fingers made you delightedly fearful for how he would feel inside you, how he would stretch you out.

A wave of overwhelming pleasure hazed all your senses, all you could feel was him. He kept a steady pace of his fingers as he wrapped his mouth around your clit.

“F-fuck,”

You choked out, squeezing your thighs around his head and grinding yourself against his lips as you chased your release.

Your legs shook as your thighs tightened around him, reaching your climax.

You squeezed your eyes together, your mouth hanging open as a moan caught in the back of your throat. He groaned into you, slowing his fingers and mouth.

You exhaled a long shaky breath, opening your eyes and returning to Josh resting between your legs.

He crawled over you, making his place between your legs. You sucked in a breath as you felt his hard cock against you. He dragged his tongue over your bottom lip.

“Do you taste how sweet you are?”

You licked over your bottom lip and his eyes hung on them, his lids half opened in a delighted daze.

“Hmmm?” He continued.

You nodded your head and the corner of his mouth tugged up.

“What a sweet girl,”

Josh continued, murmuring praises in your ear as he pressed hot, wet kisses down your neck.

He pushed his cock against you, teasing your entrance.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me mama?”

He grabbed your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, his grasp harsher than anything before.

There was something dangerous in his eyes.

He tugged your head up when you didn’t answer.

“Hmm? Will you let me fuck you any way I want?”

He drew his eyebrows down.

You nodded, catching yourself quickly and speaking out,

“Yes.”

A grin fell on his lips.

“Yes what?”

He pushed.

“I-I’ll let you fuck me Josh, do whatever you want with me,”

Josh watched you closely, his eyes always finding their way back to your lips.

“Good,”

He finally let out, pushing himself into you to the hilt.

Your mouth dropped open as he painfully stretched you out. He stayed still inside you for only a second before beginning a harsh pace, the bed under you shaking with his movements.

You could only think about what the people downstairs must’ve been thinking for a single second before the burning pain turned into sweet pleasure.

He thrust into you relentlessly, each time hitting a spot inside you that made you unashamedly yell out his name.

“What a pretty girl, yelling out my name like that,”

He slowed down, moving into with rough punctuated thrusts,

“taking it all like the good girl you are.”

“Oh god, Josh…” you whimpered out, his pace speeding up again, the bed moving harshly underneath the two of you.

There was no way the people downstairs hadn’t noticed, even despite the thumping music and loud chatter.

Josh let out mumbled curses, your name mixed in with them along with various ‘good girls’ and ‘what a pretty girl’s.

He grabbed your leg feverishly, hoisting it over his shoulder, hitting a spot deep inside you.

“Fuck..” you gasped out.

“Yeah, you gonna cum mama, you gonna give it all to me?”

His words just brought you closer as you tightened around him, his eyes squeezing closed at the feeling.

“Fuck, give it to me like a good girl.”

He was close too, you could tell by the way his pace faltered.

He sped up, falling flush against the backs of your thighs, pulling your other leg over his shoulder.

You both grew louder the closer you got, hurtling towards your finish.

“Cum with me pretty girl, let me see you make a mess all over my dick,” he thrusted into you harder and harder.

His eyes stayed focused and unwavering on your face, delighted as your mouth hung open, your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure.

You came undone around him, thighs shaking as your nails dug into the skin on the backs of his arms.

He fucked you through your climax until he came to his own release, spilling inside of you as he continued slow exhausted thrusts inside of you.

He stopped and hung his head down, the both of you searching for breath. Your legs hung limply on his shoulders as his torso pressed against the backs of your thighs, sticky sweat beginning to dry between the two of you.

After a few seconds of silence, the only noise that of your gasps and muffled music from downstairs, he gently took your legs and rested them on opposite sides of him.

He pulled out slowly, a twinge suddenly present on his face from the loss of you.

You could feel the mess spilling from between your legs, uncomfortable and sticky.

Josh hovered above you, staring down at your face, tracing your features before pressing soft kisses to your temples and eventually on your lips.

“I’m going to have to do a lot of explaining to Casey,” Josh chuckled.

A guilty grin erupted on your face as well.

“As will I. She finally brings me to meet her friends from home and I disappear with one of them after two hours.”

Josh’s lips fell into an easy smile.

“You’re gorgeous.”

You allowed yourself to revel in the moment.

Sure, you barely knew the man, and sure, it was most likely a simple one night stand, but in the moment, you felt happy, special, warm, cared for.

It seemed to just be the way Josh made people feel, he had that special something about him.

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