#my grip on this control is quickly diminishing

[wawataka]

i was gonna make a slight ventish post but then i looked at the time and went im gonna to sleep and see how i feel in the mornjng

#almost caught myself lacking #ahahhaa #not this time #exercising self control #my grip on this control is quickly diminishing #my motto #well it isn’t really mine nor a motto #is that if you’re having bad thoughts and it’s past 10. just go to bed #and voila #it’s like it didn’t happen #im dying squirtle #cnp rants

[moremaybank]

SOMNOPHILIA — r.c

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings unprotected sex, somnophilia, humping, creampie, dirty talk/language

kinktober masterlist ;; rafe masterlist

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When Rafe walked into your shared bedroom, the tightness in his shoulders alleviated and the tension in his forehead washed away just from the sight of you. Your frame was wrapped in the cotton of one of his old t-shirts, hair splayed across the pillow. The duvet had clearly been kicked off by you in your sleep, bunched up at the foot of the bed. His eyes trailed up your bare legs, silky smooth and glowing from the moonlight peeking through the sliver of the curtains. Then, he noticed your bare pussy, glistening and partially open to him due to your bent leg. Lying right there, out in plain sight and calling out for his touch. 

Working quickly, he yanked at his tie, the knot coming loose for him to sling it off. He nearly ripped the buttons of his dress shirt off as he popped them open, and his slacks were the next to go as they pooled onto the floor. He palmed himself over his briefs, his gaze locked on your body. Climbing onto the bed, he hovered over you. His fingers pushed the hem of his shirt that rested above your hips higher up, exposing your tits to him. Your nipples stiffened at the sudden rush of cool air, making Rafe’s mouth water. 

“So pretty, baby. All goddamn mine.” His hot breath fanned over your breasts as he flicked one of your nipples with his tongue. His lips eventually closed around it, sucking and pulling at it with the seam of them. He was careful not to leave the other one out, repeating his previous actions and then blowing to keep them pebbled. You shivered in your slumber, and he granted kisses down your body to soothe you. His hands eased your thighs open more, creating space for him to slot his body into. 

Rafe spat down, watching the glob land at the top of your cunt. His fingers spread it downward, throughout your folds, and then back up so he could rub your clit. You were already growing wet, but he wanted more. When he finally sunk into you, he needed to feel how much your pussy wept for him, even when you weren’t conscious and in the moment with him. 

Your hips shifted around on the bed ever so slightly, and Rafe’s eyes flitted up to your face for any signs that you’d awoken, but your body calmed, relaxing against the mattress again. 

Rafe shoved his briefs down, freeing his cock and guiding it through your folds as he lubed himself up. He couldn’t deny the burning need in his chest, and his cock throbbed as it lay against your pussy. He rutted his hips, grinding on you and feeling the slick coat his shaft. “Need your pussy, princess. Need to fuck you so bad, can’t wait.” 

You pulsated from beneath him, silently demanding for his cock to plunge into your walls and diminish the vacancy. He gripped himself, lining up at your entrance and nudging his way inside of you. He groaned, feeling you tighten as he slipped inside completely. “Always ready for me, yeah?”

It wasn’t long before he started to thrust into you, stroking your walls intensely, failing to leave any inch untouched by his cock. His hips pounded at the back of your thighs, and he cursed loudly to himself.

The control was slipping from his fingertips, the way your cunt drank him in and drowned him in your creamy goodness. He fucked you, harder and harder, the speed increasing as his patience abandoned him. “My perfect fuck toy. Shit.”

You began to mewl, eyelashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks as you roused from your sleep ever so slightly. “Mm, Rafe?” 

“Shh, you’re okay. Go back to sleep, baby,” he murmured, one of his hands abandoning the back of your knee so he could stroke your cheek. “Lie still, be good for me.” 

You couldn’t tell if he was really before your mostly closed lids, couldn’t tell if this was one of the best dreams you’d ever had or if it was a moment in reality perfectly plucked from your deepest fantasies. All you knew was that the coil in your belly was close to snapping, and you’d welcome the release with open arms. You slipped back into your slumber as your pussy gushed with your release. 

“That’s my girl. Fuckin’ soakin’ me with her cum even when she’s barely conscious, yeah?” His balls drew up nice and tight, and he emptied himself inside of your cunt. “Gonna use this pussy, keep it filled whenever I want.”

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[zabo-writes]

Hanging Around (Scar + Grian)

Grian gets spooked and his avian tendencies make him stress grip the ceiling of the Barge. Scar encounters him in this awkward predicament.

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Grian was in a bit of a pickle.

His day had been fairly normal:

He mined ten full shulker boxes of sand and gravel to restock at the Barge. 

He avoided the back of his base like a plague. 

He fed Mumbo’s weird sentient base… all very normal, non stressful activities.

Inside the Barge, as Grian was opening the chests to collect his diamonds, he suddenly slipped and set off a firework rocket. It made a loud BANG sound, and left lots of pretty purple paper bits all over the floor that were going to be a pain to get out later. It had been mostly harmless really, only a tick or two of damage, but on instinct Grian jumped and grabbed onto the campfire-thatched ceiling of his upper floor for dear life.

This would not have been a problem, were it not for the fact that his talons had caught the wood in a stress grip, and now he couldn’t let go.

Grian was stuck on the ceiling.

He sighed. It wasn’t often that his avian behaviors interfered with his day to day, but boy did they choose the most awkward times! Grian stretched his wings in annoyance.

Okay! Let's assess the damage: 

His entire left foot’s talons were wrapped securely around the campfire wood on the roof of the barge. He had no control over the vice-like grip strength that his talons held in these situations. Depending on the level of stress that induced it, this could keep him stuck for anywhere from minutes to hours. 

His right hand had grasped a fence post on the wall to stable himself in his fright. That grip was less… grippy? His knuckles were still white with tension, but in his experience he was usually able to gain control over his hand far more quickly. Grian wasn’t really sure why, maybe it was because his feet were more bird-like, and his hands were less so? He wasn’t going to question it.

Right foot, left hand, and both wings free to flail idly while he waited. And bump awkwardly into all his chests.

With a bit of focus and begrudgingly calm breathing, Grian managed to dislodge his other hand. Great! Now he could hang upside down like a bat while he waited for his foot to be less grippy. Nothing to see here, just an average day at the Barge, doing his stretches… 

Grian really hoped no one came in to see him like this.

But it seemed luck was not in his favor today, as he began to hear singing in the distance growing slowly louder as someone approached. And singing generally only meant the arrival of one person in particular.

“Why, hello there! What are you up to on this fine afternoon Grian? Hanging around?”

Grian leveled Scar with his most unimpressed expression, though the effect was slightly diminished by his predicament. Scar shamelessly eyed the avian down and up, undeterred.

Growing a little self conscious of his jumper slipping and showing his stomach, Grian adjusted his arms so he was leaning extremely casually against the wall. Very casual and also comfortable. He hoped Scar left soon because he could not keep this up for long.

“Hello Scar. I’m doing quite well actually! Just doing my daily stretches.”

Scar nodded sagely, “Ohh I see! Always good to stay fit, that’s good, keep the muscles strong.” 

“Yes, precisely! So, did you need something?”

“Hmm, I actually came by looking for some lanterns, but I think I’ll do some leisurely shopping around the Barge! I’m sure you don’t mind, do you, Grian?”

Grian did mind, actually! He minded very much, Scar! Grian cursed his bird luck under his breath, but gritted out “Don’t you have some mayoral duties to attend to? More evil lasers to build?”

“It’s not evil! It has solar panels,” Scar said as he brought himself face to face with the hanging avian, placing his hands on the sides of Grian’s shoulders, “And besides. I’m much more intrigued on what’s going on with you. I think you’re lying, pesky bird.”

Grian felt his face grow hot. He tried to shift away, to no avail.

“Scar…”

“C’mon! You can tell me, what's up?”

“..... I’m a bit stuck.”

“Really?!” Scar gasped, “Stuck in your own shop? If this isn’t Grian-safe, it surely isn’t Scar safe… I may need to write you a citation!”

“No, no, it's like a bird thing. I got spooked by a rocket and then I stress-gripped the ceiling.”

Scar’s face lit up in a way that usually did not mean good things for Grian.

“Oh, I can help you calm down! Hold on right there Grian, I’ve got just the wizard crystal for this occasion…”

“I really don’t think that's needed here,” Grian protested as Scar rifled through his enderchest, coming out triumphantly with a pink piece of glass. 

“Here we go! A one of a kind calming crystal just for you! Oh, and I can go get Jellie for you as well, she’s very calm…”

In the midst of Scar’s rambling, Grian felt his talons release from the ceiling. He tumbled gracelessly to the floor, taking out Scar in the process and landing them both in a tangled heap on the ground.

“You deserved that,” said Grian fondly, making no move to get off of Scar.

Scar looked up at him with a smile, “Another satisfied customer! Can I interest you in a bulk deal?”

#hermitcraft fic #scarian #scarian fic #raptor stress grip #avian stress grip #I just think that Grian should stress grip things like a bird.. #cross posted on ao3 #zabo writes

[pigeonwhumps]

Faint at First Sight

Finally, I can share my entry for the Guys in Distress zine with y'all! You can still get leftover copies of the whole print zine and merchandise while they're available, as well as pdf zines until the end of the year, so please do if you want to, it's very good!

Thanks to @blackberry-bloody for beta-ing and for the title!

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @zineofgid

Kai is kidnapped during his first mission.

5k

CWs: hero whump, hostage, torture, captivity, bound and gagged, blood, burns, electrocution, shock collar, stress position, fear of abandonment, forced to watch, non-con nudity (non-sexual), dehydration, mentioned starvation, forced to stay awake, threatened drugging

"Got it!" hisses Lian, as the slot widens under his control. Kai stretches out a hand and the memory card comes flying out, almost braining him. Lian snatches it out of the air and examines it quickly.

"Definitely what we're after. I think. Now let's get out of here before–"

"Code red," says Morfydd in Kai's ear. "Solar Flare's down, they're heading your way."

Kai's body turns cold. Gemma. No.

Lian tugs at his arm. "Snap out of it, Wolfman, we need to go. Do your wolf thing and run."

Kai clenches his fists and transforms, taking a few tries but getting there in the end, senses sharpening, colours dulling. He lopes along, keeping pace with Lian, who knows the way out.

They turn a corridor and two of Moonstar's minions stand in their way. Kai uses his telekinesis to push one minion into the other, sending them both crumpling to the floor, and he and Lian run back the way they came. An alarm wails and the bulkhead doors slam shut as they re-enter the lab.

"Fuck," mutters Lian, "what do we do now? There has to be a way out."

Kai paces, looking around, and spots it the same time Lian does. An air vent halfway up the wall.

"Wolfman," says Lian slowly, "I'm going to climb on your back and open that. You can climb up when you're back in human form, right?"

Kai gives an affirmative bark and Lian uses a chair to clamber onto his back, ripping the air vent off the wall with all his superstrength. Kai stands as still as possible, moving furniture around the room to create a step for himself. They don't have time to wait while he does it. Moonstar or his minions could be here any minute – Kai can already hear someone cutting through the metal.

The grate falls to the floor with a clatter, and Lian pulls himself up into the vent.

"Come on, Wolfman. Your turn."

Kai transforms back to human, colour vision returning and smell and hearing diminishing as he does so, just as the metal screeches and bursts open.

Kai scrambles up onto the table, a little disoriented from the change, and jumps for Lian's hands.

He crashes to the ground with a thump and lets out a sharp gasp as pain shoots up his back. His tailbone. Fuck. He tries to get to his feet but someone grabs him and hauls him upright, holding his hands behind his back.

"Get the fuck off me!" Kai snarls, trying to wrench himself out of the minion's hands but the grip's like iron. He hears footsteps approaching and struggles harder.

Moonstar enters the room.

Kai gasps involuntarily, struggling not to get to his knees and proclaim his loyalty to the supervillain. Only the nagging wolf voice in his mind holds him back. Moonstar's powers of charisma and persuasion are legendary when he chooses to use them, and Kai suspects they're the only reason Gemma agreed to let him come on this mission.

"Interesting," Moonstar purrs, approaching Kai and tilting his chin up. "You're not immune. I always thought shifters were immune."

That's when Kai realises that he's standing completely still. He jerks his chin back, headbutting the minion, who lets out a yell. Moonstar's charisma switches off abruptly and Kai thinks he might finally have a chance of escape when Moonstar's hand flashes, the glint of light the only sign of the blade that was there and gone in an instant.

And the blood.

Kai watches as a line of blood wells up from a slash on his arm, bright red and glistening.

Oh.

Fuck.

The room darkens and sways and far too soon he's out cold.

_

When Kai wakes, he's freezing. And it's dark. Not dark like a darkened room, dark as in there's fabric covering his face. He hears rustling, and he tries to move his hands or push himself up off his knees but he can't.

"Ah, the hero awakes." Kai's hood is ripped off and he blinks into the bright light, seeing Moonstar smiling down at him. He realises he's stripped down to his underwear, his hands and lower legs chained to the floor, and he tries to transform into a wolf but as soon as his vision starts to change, a jolt of electricity rocks him back with a cry. Moonstar tsks.

"Trying to avoid my hospitality already? That isn't very polite. And here I was, thinking you heroes had manners."

Kai swallows, feeling leather and plastic around his throat and flinching as– god. That's where the shock came from, wasn't it?

"Fuck you."

"Now, now. I'm trying to tell you something important, this isn't just a friendly chat. You see, that collar of yours is a shock collar, as you may have noticed, and the shock just now? That was the lowest setting. If you try to transform again, I'll set it high enough to kill you. Understood?"

Kai glares at him. Fuck him if he thinks he's getting an answer. But he continues staring, finger inching ever closer to a remote, and eventually Kai spits out, "Yes."

"There. Was that so hard?" He clicks his fingers and two minions step forward, unlocking his limbs from the floor. "Now you know the consequences, we can talk like civilised people. Maybe you'll even answer my questions, though I don't hold out much hope. So, shall we begin? One wrong move and you get shocked. And I haven't given my minions any fun for ages."

One man grins, holding up a… oh, god, is that a hot poker? Kai attempts to brace himself. He's not telling these people anything.

"First question. Where does the Hero League keep their stolen information?"

"I don't know."

One of Moonstar's minions steps forward and presses the poker to Kai's side.

The heat burns, lighting Kai's back up in agony, and he lurches forward, falling to the ground, vision tunnelling. "I'm telling the truth! I don't know! Please, I don't… I don't!"

When he stops screaming and pleading, panting on the floor, Moonstar raises an eyebrow. "I find that hard to believe. So we'll try it again. Where does your organisation keep its stolen information?"

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Kai's not sure how long it is before Moonstar gives up on getting information that Kai doesn't know out of him and hands him over to his minions to have fun with, but it only gets worse from there. They burn his back with hot pokers and electrocute him, sometimes both at once if they're feeling sadistic enough, and when he's not actively being tortured he's left on his knees with a hood blocking out all light, white noise blasting over the speakers at random. If he even twitches a finger, whoever's on duty will shock him. He hasn't slept, eaten or drank anything since he arrived, and they've threatened him with worse.

It's worst of all when Moonstar comes to watch, taunting him. He can't block it out. He tries to hold out hope that his teammates are coming for him, but with every session that passes it's harder. They've probably abandoned him, it's not like he's very useful. He got himself captured.

On some occasions, the occasions that Kai hates most of all because they make him so disoriented and vulnerable, Moonstar directs his minions to cut Kai, forcing him to faint over and over again, until he can barely think.

And he can't do anything to stop it. They're already getting exactly what they want.

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Kai wakes for the fiftieth time that session, or so it feels like, his head heavy and his body hurting. Everything hurts these days.

He lifts his head determinedly and glares at Moonstar.

The supervillain only chuckles, a smirk on his face. "It's like putting a budgie to sleep, only much more amusing." He sighs and stands, brushing himself off. "As fun as this is, though, I have something to organise. After all, if you won't give me anything, I'll have to find someone who will. Put him back to sleep in his corner when you're done."

_

The next day, two of Moonstar's minions pull Kai roughly to his feet, chaining his hands high above his head, forcing him to balance on his toes. Then they remove the hood and force a ball gag into his mouth, buckling it overly tight behind his head. He breathes through his nose, trying not to gag.

The minions stand back as the door swings open and Moonstar saunters in. He smiles upon seeing Kai.

"Oh yes, you'll do nicely. Just the perfect combination of injured and trapped. Got to send a photo to your team, after all. They should know about your… predicament."

Kai can't speak but he twists his hand carefully in his cuffs, sticking one finger up. It gets him a punch to the face, but he doesn't really care. Inside he's panicking. He doesn't want his friends to see him like this.

"That wasn't very nice, now, was it?" says Moonstar mildly, pulling out a phone and holding it up. "Smile for the camera now."

Kai glares at the supervillain and hears a camera shutter. Moonstar types something on his phone.

"I wonder how your friends will react to that. What do you think?"

"I think," Kai pants, "that you can go fuck yourself."

Moonstar sighs deeply and Kai's nerves light up. When he comes back to himself, dangling from the restraints, he hears a jaunty ringtone.

"Oh. Excuse me." Moonstar walks out of the room, his men following behind, and when the door slams shut Kai realises he doesn't know how long he's going to be left like this.

Well. That's okay. He can cope. He can.

In. Out. In. Out. He breathes shakily and tries to concentrate on putting his feet back under himself.

He's not sure how long it is before Moonstar returns, undoing the gag. It feels like a long time but it might not be.

"Hello again. How are you feeling?"

"Fuck you."

Moonstar tsks. "Manners, manners. Dear me, what is the world coming to? But that's not why I'm here."

"Why are you here?"

"I just spoke to your pathetic excuse for a team. They're not coming for you. Told me so themselves. You're not useful enough to bother with rescuing."

No. No, that can't be true. They wouldn't leave him here. Would they?

Moonstar roars with laughter, making Kai realise he spoke aloud. "Oh, this is just too good. You're so hopelessly gullible. Of course they're coming. You heroes, you always come. Negotiations are in a few days." Oh. Kai's face heats up with embarrassment and anger. "Now. Obviously you're going to be at the talks, to remind your people what they stand to lose. So the only question remaining is whether you'll behave or if I need to restrain you."

"I won't behave," Kai spits out, "I'm not going to obey you in front of everyone. Fuck you." He won't let his team see him obeying Moonstar.

The supervillain grins. "That's just the answer I was hoping for."

_

Kai shivers as he waits in the centre of the warehouse. The leather and metal restraints holding him in a kneeling position rub against his bare skin, knees pressed to the cold cement. He can barely feel them anymore. His jaw aches from the ball gag and his back's agony from where Moonstar's steel-toed boots press lightly into the burns there. He swallows against the thick band of leather, feeling the prongs dig in as a subtle warning. If he doesn't stay perfectly still, Moonstar won't hesitate to punish him in front of his team.

He never wants them to see him like that.

Moonstar had him restrained like this first thing, claiming that it would 'prepare him for the long meeting'. Kai's sure it's just to make him look worse for his team though.

Not that that's really necessary. After days of torture, he must look like shit anyway.

Kai's not afraid to admit that he's absolutely terrified. What if his team doesn't want him back? What if they decide he's not worth rescuing, not worth the price? He's not really and he knows it. No-one else on the team would've been captured so easily.

What if his team decides to abandon him here?

He takes as deep a breath as he can. They're– they're coming to negotiate, right? So they can't be planning on abandoning him.

But they still could.

Moonstar drags his legs off Kai's back, scraping the injuries as he does so, and Kai sees his boots appear in front of him before Moonstar yanks his head up by the hair. Kai's eyes water as he glares up at the supervillain. Moonstar only smiles.

"Ah, I see you're doing well. No point in pretending to be defiant, you know, I can see the terror in your eyes. The tears you're trying so hard to hide. Don't worry. If your team doesn't buy you, I'm sure we can find some… other use for you."

There's a crackle of static from Moonstar's communicator.

"The heroes are here, boss."

Moonstar drops Kai and takes a seat back in his plush leather chair, feet landing hard on Kai's back. "Well, what are you waiting for? Send them in."

Kai breathes through his nose, trying to calm himself. It's okay. He can do this.

His team walks in the door, escorted by two minions. They're unrestrained, but Kai isn't fooled. They can't attack with him here.

Unless that's their plan. Use this meeting as a trap to destroy Moonstar.

Gemma would never order the use of deadly force, but the Hero League higher-ups might.

Maybe they're going to destroy Moonstar and Kai with him. Because Kai isn't important to them, not really. He's not as useful as the others.

Gemma's eyes latch onto Kai and she takes a step forward, halting when Lian places a hand on her arm.

"Good choice, Solar Flare. See that collar around Wolfman's neck? I've been using it to control him, but if you make a single move to attack me I'll crank the voltage right up and let it run until your friend's dead. Are we clear?"

"Perfectly," grinds out Gemma. Lian and Morfydd both nod, Lian avoiding looking at Kai.

"Now, before we start, are you sure you want to negotiate? I'm quite happy to keep Wolfman here. He'd make for a nice little pet hero." Moonstar ruffles Kai's hair, and he trembles, fighting back a flinch.

"You bastard!" yells Morfydd, tears in their eyes, and Kai blinks. Morfydd very rarely yells, it hurts their ultra-sensitive hearing, even with their ear defenders. "Cer i grafu ti coc oen!"

"Now now. Don't get like that. You don't want Wolfman to get hurt."

"What the hell do you want, Moonstar?" asks Gemma angrily. "What do you want in exchange for Wolfman back?"

Moonstar smirks. "Well, that's the question isn't it. Or rather, what are you willing to give me for him?"

Kai lowers his eyes. Look properly pathetic for me, Wolfman, and I might sell you back for a reasonable price. He has to look truly pathetic if he wants a chance at going home, even if it eats at his pride to do so.

It's not a hard look to achieve. He looks at Gemma, stripping away the layer of pretence that's his only protection. She looks terrified for him, although she's hiding it well, and her hand twitches. "Name your price first."

"The drive you stole from me last week, for starters. And shall we say… £100,000? Nice round figure."

"£80,000," retorts Gemma.

"£100,000 or I keep your little hero as a pet."

"Fine. Deal. Now give us Wolfman."

"My drive and money first."

Morfydd digs into their pocket and throws the small hard drive at Moonstar's head. He plucks it out of the air before it reaches him.

"Now, now. No need for violence. And the money?"

"Silverclaw needs to transfer it across. Give her a few minutes and your details."

Gemma tosses a burner phone across the floor and Kai stares. Aisling? Their medic? She's involved in this too?

"And… done. Message sent. Ooh, got a thumbs up. That's all you need this phone for, right?" And without waiting for an answer he crushes it under his boot.

"Can we have Wolfman back now? We've met your demands."

"I suppose you have. Shame, I was looking forward to keeping him. Solar Flare, middle of the room, no further."

Gemma limps forward to the midpoint between her and Moonstar, rocking back and forth on her heels, clenching her fists compulsively, staring at Kai as if she can will him closer.

Moonstar wrenches Kai's head up by the hair and murmurs in his ear, "Crawl over to your leader. Go on, show her how pathetic you really are." As he unlocks Kai's restraints from the floor he lets the shock collar remote peek out of his pocket, and Kai swallows.

He starts to crawl across the rough, cold floor, scraping his knees as he goes. There's cries of indignation but he keeps his head down, not wanting to see their faces, not wanting them to see his humiliated tears.

He doesn't notice how far he's gotten until Gemma's hands are on him, scooping him up. She's so warm, it feels like he hasn't been warm in forever.

"I've got you, Kai. I've got you. Once the money's finished transferring we'll get you out of here. Stay with me, yeah? You'll be out of here soon."

Kai lets out a muffled whine and presses against her, trying not to see anything else. She runs her hand through his hair.

Several minutes pass, he thinks, before Gemma speaks again, louder this time.

"You have it? Can we leave?"

"Sure. Go. I have what I want, after all. Take Kai Bergström with you."

Gemma stiffens against Kai momentarily and Kai looks up, seeing Moonstar's malevolent grin. He can't muster up much more fear. The four of them follow a minions outside to a League car. Morfydd and Lian climb in the front, and Gemma's starting to help Kai in the back when the man stops her.

"A parting gift from Moonstar." And he slashes across the back of Kai's hand.

Almost immediately, the world goes dark.

_

When Kai wakes he doesn't open his eyes immediately. He doesn't want the dream of being rescued to end. The gentle hands in his hair will disappear if he opens his eyes.

"–his identity?" asks a soft voice, tight with anger. Morfydd.

"We'll figure out how to deal with that once we're back at HQ. Lian, drive us around the back, and Morfydd, pass me that blanket. I don't want people seeing Kai like this."

Kai groans as they turn a corner, and the car quiets.

"Kai? You're awake? Can you open your eyes?"

He doesn't want to, but for Gemma he will, and he peels his eyes open.

Gemma's looking down at him holding a big pink blanket, eyes soft and tight with worry, and he's still in the car. Either the dream hasn't ended, he's having a dream within a dream, or…

He works his jaw. No gag. No shock collar either.

"Not a dream?" he rasps hopefully.

"No. No, not a dream. We can't get the rest of the restraints off in a moving car I'm afraid, you'll have to wait for medbay. How are you feeling?"

"Hurts."

"Okay. We're almost there. Let me wrap you in this blanket."

"Please," whispers Kai. Please, wrap him in something soft and warm, he needs that.

Gemma's as good as her word, wrapping him up snugly. The car pulls to a halt and he's lifted out, unable to see much over the end of the blanket. He closes his eyes, not caring much anymore.

"You made a Kai burrito," comments Lian.

"Yep. Come on."

The ride is bumpy, and Kai only opens his eyes when he's set down on something. The murmur of voices didn't register before but it should have, Aisling's right there above him along with a man he doesn't recognise. She says something he can't properly make out.

"Hmm?"

"Hey Kai. Good to see you again. This is Aaron, he/they, my newest trainee. Is it okay if he helps?"

Kai nods. This Aaron's a professional medic anyway, maybe it won't be too bad.

"Great. I'm going to take off the blanket now, and… oh, god. Aaron, pass me the scissors, I'm not taking the time to bother with the fastenings."

"How bad is he?" asks Lian impatiently.

"We won't know until we've examined him. Stay, talk to him. Keep his mind off things. Kai, do you have any broken bones?" Kai shakes his head. "Okay. Can you take off your underwear? I'll cover you with a blanket afterwards, and we'll get you clean clothes." Kai obeys and pulls the blanket up quickly, covering himself.

"I'm sorry," says Lian, looking him directly in the face for the first time today.

"F'r what?"

"Leaving you behind. I shouldn't have run when Moonstar caught you."

Kai sips at the cup of water Aaron's holding out for him. He has to fight not to gulp it down, the cool liquid heaven on his parched throat. "No. You should. I'm glad you're safe. That why you couldn't look at me?"

"No. I didn't look because I didn't think you'd want me to."

"Oh. Thanks."

Aisling's communicator beeps and she curses, looking down at it. "The higher-ups want to see us immediately. Morfydd, Lian and me."

"It has to be about the unauthorised negotiations," says Morfydd. "If they say we should've just left Kai there…"

"Nah, they'll want to know if Gemma coerced us, as team leader," argues Lian. "As if we can't make our own decisions."

"You know that's not what it's about," says Gemma mildly, as if she hasn't had shouting matches with their managers about autonomy more than anyone else here. "Go. I'll stay with Kai."

"Aaron, can you take over from me?"

"If you think I'm capable."

"Right. We'll be back as soon as we can, Kai."

Kai nods and watches them leave, feeling guilty. In addition to everything else, he's gotten them in trouble.

"Okay Kai, your front doesn't look too bad. Though, when was the last time you drank anything?"

"Aside from that cup of water… before Moonstar."

"Right. Since you're that dehydrated I'd like to put a drip in. Can you turn over so I can check your back first?" Kai does so, heaving a sigh as he takes his weight off the burns, and Gemma sucks in a breath. "Ouch. Let's clean your back and then I can heal some of it. You should take some painkillers."

Kai shakes his head, stomach turning. I could get the guards to give you something that'll make you scream properly. "I don't want any. They make me fuzzy, I'm already fuzzy, don't want to be more fuzzy."

"Easy. You don't have to have them, it's your choice, yeah? I'd advise them, but it's up to you."

"No, I– I can't."

"Okay. Take Gemma's hand and bite down on this. At least nothing looks infected."

Kai does as they say, gripping his mentor's hand tightly and biting down on the silicon… thing.

It hurts. Oh, god, it hurts as Aaron cleans his burns, his vision swims and he wants to be sick.

The waves of pain fade eventually to a dull ache, and his jaw is stiff around the silicon. He lets it go, just about.

"Are you okay?" asks Aaron. Kai nods. "Right. I'm going to heal as much as I can, although since you're so starved there won't be much energy to use, so most of your treatment will be done manually. That okay?" He nods again. Huh. Aaron has healing powers. Kai feels warm hands on his back. "Hold still."

A tingly feeling spreads across his injuries. It's not bad, exactly, just weird. He's never been healed before. It feels a bit like pins and needles. Hurts like it too, after a while.

Slowly that fades, though, and although the pain's still there it's not quite so bad anymore.

"That's it for the painful parts. Your burns don't need debriding now, that's good, I'll just bandage them and insert your IV. Later, when your body's settled from the healing, you can have some food. How's that sound?"

"Good. Thank you."

"Not a problem. I'm glad we got you back." He starts preparing an IV and there's silence for a few minutes.

"Where did you get the money?" Kai asks suddenly. £100,000… that's a lot. It certainly wasn't authorised from League funds.

"Your team's savings," replies Aaron. "I gave some too when they ran out."

Kai stares at his mentor for a moment, unable to comprehend it. "But… Gemma… you and Aisling were saving for your retirement. And you don't even know me, Aaron. I'm not worth all that."

"Neither of us are retiring yet. Besides, you are worth every penny and more, Kai. You're a valuable member of the team, but more importantly, you're our friend. You're family. My retirement is certainly not worth more than your life, don't ever think that."

Kai tries to swallow past the sudden lump in his throat, eyes filling with tears. "You– I–"

Gemma moves to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling Kai's head into her lap. She runs her hand through his hair, scratching his itching scalp.

And Kai can't hold it in anymore. He crumbles, sobbing into Gemma's lap. Loud, messy, gulping sobs that he can't quite stop.

"I was so scared," he says through tears, when he can speak, "so scared. I was terrified that you'd leave me there, that I wasn't worth rescuing. And Moonstar, he– he terrified me. He tortured me and he made me beg and I couldn't stop it. I didn't mean to, it just hurt so much. I'm sorry I got captured. I'm a– a rubbish hero."

"Hey," scolds Gemma, gently but firmly, "you're not rubbish. Heroes aren't infallible. Most of us have been captured at least once. And I'm sorry for making you think you weren't worth everything to us. The only reason we didn't come for you sooner was because my leg had to heal first, but I never should've made you think you'd been abandoned."

"It's not your fault," Kai sniffles. "I've felt like that my whole life, I know it's irrational. I've never been abandoned."

"I'm your mentor. Maybe your fear wasn't caused by me, but I should've reassured you. I should've known how scared you were and helped you. I'm sorry."

"It's not like I told you anything."

Gemma raises an eyebrow. "Just like you didn't tell me you still pass out at the sight of your own blood? You told me the exact opposite, actually."

Kai, who'd just been starting to feel a little better, wilts, hiding from Gemma's stern look. "I just– I wanted to go on an actual mission," he mumbles. "and I know you only took me because I'm not really affected by Moonstar's powers but you'd have left me behind if you thought I'd be so use– detrimental."

"No, Kai. I'd have made sure you had one of the new cut-proof full-body suits. And I still am going to get you one made. They'll ground us at least for the unauthorised ransom negotiations, we have plenty of time."

"Thank you."

"And we didn't just bring you for your powers. I wish you'd think better of yourself. You're brave, clever, resourceful. Besides, everyone has to have their first mission at some point." Kai snuggles up against Gemma. "Hey, are you okay? Well, you're not, obviously, but you're not usually this physically affectionate."

"I'm still scared," whispers Kai. He doesn't want to admit it but they agreed a long time ago that they'd only tell the truth in the medbay. "I keep thinking I'm still captured. If I close my eyes and I'm not touching anyone, it's like I'm still there. I mean, I know I'm not, but I'm still so cold and my body can't believe it. How do I do it?"

"You wait. Get some sleep, so you can think properly. Don't be too hard on yourself, you were tortured for a week, it's bound to stick for a while. And I'll stay. Prove to you that I'd never abandon you. I really am very sorry I ever let you think we would."

"It won't help to drown yourself in regret," murmurs Kai, finding Gemma's warm, calloused hand. He only spent a week there? She squeezes his hand tightly.

"Stealing my own words now, huh? Go on, go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake."

"I can't. I've seen you have nightmares, I don't want to remember what happened. I never wanted you to see me like that and I– what if I experience it again?"

"Then I'll wake you. You need rest. You could let Aaron give you a sedative?"

Kai shakes his head. "I won't be able to wake myself then." And he really doesn't want anything injected into him. It's like putting a budgie to sleep, only much more amusing. A needle might draw blood, and that would only make him weaker.

"Okay. Okay. Stay awake as long as you need to. Whoever comes over here next can fetch you some extra blankets, and let me give you a hug in the meantime?"

Kai nods and lets himself fall into Gemma's arms. She's warm, so warm compared to him, and he knows he'll fall asleep eventually but he really doesn't want to.

At least he's home, though. That's the important thing. He's home. He just needs to remember that and he'll– he'll be okay.

#whump #whump writing #immortal cannon fodder #kai oc #lian oc #morfydd oc #gemma oc #aisling oc #aaron oc #moonstar oc #whumpee and caretaker #whumpee and whumper #hero whump #hero villain whump #hero whumpee #hero caretaker #villain whumper

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Interruptions

The rogues get cockblocked...that's it. That's the tweet.

Scarecrow: He grinned up at you, leaning up to capture your lips in a heated kiss before tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. "Excuse me, how are you still in charge if you're under me?" You said, shuddering at the feeling of his hands travelling under your shirt. "Maybe I like to let you think you're in control." He whispered before gripping your waist hard and rolling you over so you were under him. Just as you had done to him before he pinned your hands on either side of your head. Before you could react his head was buried in your neck, kissing along the side of your neck. You gasped when you felt him bite down slightly. "If you give me a hickey....I'll give you at least five and make sure there's no hiding them." You shuddered out a breath. "You wish." He groaned out, releasing your hands. You felt him giggle into your neck. Suddenly there was a loud knocking. You tilted your head back as far you could as Jonathan glared towards the direction of the door. "Was that-" You began but were cut off by Jonathan. "Ignore it." He said lowly. Any idea of that working diminished immediately when a loud yell rang out. "Jonathan! I know you're in there!" It was the Riddler. He groaned, sliding off of you as you sat up. "Stop laughing, it's not funny." He huffed at you. "I can't help it, I've never seen you so outwardly irritated." You giggled. Jonathan ran his hands through his hair. "I'm going to kill him." He muttered as you fixed your clothes before following after him. Jonathan opened the door. "You better have a good reason for this Edward."

The Riddler: Believe it or not, you didn't anticipate Edward trapping you between him and his cane as he held it on both ends, pressing you up against him. Your reaction was to tilt your head back which only gave him a better view of your neck. "This neck..." He groaned to himself before kissing your neck feverishly. He smiled against your neck as you groaned. "Kiss me." He breathed against you before burying his head into your neck, muffling the next word he stressed. "Please." His hands travelled up and down your waist as you pulled away from him and leaned in just as quickly to catch his lips, kissing him hard. It made him groan as he tried to pull you that much closer to him. The moment he began to tug at your clothes, there was a thud on the wall behind you. "No! That is not tea!" Jervis' wail was muffled by the wall. "Ignore him." The Riddler ground out. Pulling you closer to him. "Get those M&M's out of here!" Jervis screeched and you began to laugh against the Riddler's lips who groaned in annoyance. Edward pulled away. "Jervis, shut up!" He yelled. "Eat sludge!" Jervis barked back and you broke into a fit of laughter. "You ruin everything!" The Riddler yelled back. "My tea party was already ruined! You were here before me!" "Fuck your tea party!" Edward glared at the wall. "Edward Nygma, you watch your flibbing language!" Jervis retorted. The mood was royally lost, Jervis had no idea what he had interrupted, you couldn't stop laughing and Edward was livid.

Black Mask: One minute he had this look in his eye as he stared you down unbuttoning his shirt. Next thing you know you're wedged between him and the counter behind you. "Oh how I've missed you." He said lowly into your ear, his hands travelling lower and lower. He lay kisses along your throat. "Did you miss me? Huh? He breathed. In the corner of his eye he caught you bite your bottom lip and with rapid pace his hands moved and one tugged at your hair. It wasn't enough to hurt but it definitely moved your head to his will. "Don't hold back on me." He growled out. He made quick work of your shirt. He kissed you hard before pushing you onto the bed. You couldn't help but smile at each other as you moved further onto the bed, Roman following after you. In moments, his lips were on yours once more. Only for the phone to ring. He groaned, cursing under his breath. He grabbed his phone, straddling you and answering. "What?" He huffed running his finger along your bottom lip and down your chest. "Yes, of course it's me. The fuck do you want?" Roman rolled his eyes. You reached for his free hand interlocking your fingers. He smirked down at you momentarily before squeezing your fingers hard, rage flashing across his features. "Say that again!" He roared. You winced, trying to free your hand. Roman felt your struggling and sent you a slight apologetic look beyond his anger as he loosened his grip and moved your hand to his stomach. "Fucking-" Roman hung up the phone abruptly tossing it away in annoyance. He leaned down kissing you twice before climbing off of you, reaching for his shirt. "Are you okay?" You asked. "Let me tell you this." Roman began. "Harvey Dent was a pain in the ass when he was a DA. Now, even as a criminal, he's double the pain in the ass he was then." Roman sucked his teeth in frustration.

Two-Face: He had you under him fairly quickly but even though you were completely okay with thus happening, you were worried. Worried that you'd hurt him on his scarred side. Between kisses you managed out. "Promise you'll tell me if I hurt you?" You managed out breathlessly. He chuckled lowly in amusement before tugging at the waist band of your jeans. "Get these off." Harv' ground out before he kissed you hard. His hands were at your zipper immediately, fiddling with the button. "You're so beautiful baby." He kissed his way to your stomach as he unzipped your jeans. Then there was a ringing sound. "Is that your phone?" You asked. "I'm gonna fuckin' break it and then break the hand of whoever that is." Harv' grumbled. "Fuck it's Cobblepot." He denied the call yet, to your surprise, the phone rang again. "Piss off!" Harv' huffed. "One second, gorgeous." Harvey sighed, a hand flat on your stomach and keeping you in place in case you intended to leave. "Oswald, now isn't a good time." Harvey began. "We're busy." Two-Face said gruffly, teasing the skin under your waist band making you shiver and he smirked. Suddenly his smirk vanished. "Piss off, what do you mean you're coming here?" Your eyes widened. "Oh for fucks sake!" He huffed angrily. "If you must know, I was taking my own advice that I gave to you." He hung up the phone and tossed it off the bed. He climbed over you once more with a sigh. "Sorry gorgeous. Oswald has decided to ruin our fun but..." He planted kisses to your lips, squeezing your waist. "...we'll continue this later." Harvey kissed you one last time before reluctantly getting off of you.

Mad Hatter: Jervis pressed his lips together, swallowing hard. You had his complete attention. His gaze following you. He smiled as you leaned closer. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You whispered bashfully. Jervis didn't respond. Instead he sat up, grabbing your shoulders and kissed you hard. You inhaled in surprise and Jervis pulled you closer to him. Winding his arms around you. "Because I love you." He said breathlessly. "I want to show you." He pulled you down with him, kissing you once again with a content sigh. He reached down your back grasping the bottom of your shirt and began to tug it upwards. His other hand squeezed your thigh. He let out another, this time breathless, sigh. "Let...me...show you." He pulled your shirt up forcing you to break away. He dived forward, pulling your hips closer to him as he kissed down your stomach, relishing in the tiny gasp you let out of surprise. That was when the phone rang. Jervis immediately scowled at it. After the second ring he huffed as you moved away. He held the phone to his ear. "Mr Crane! To what do I owe-" Jervis trailed over. "I see. Ah, yes, we cannot delay. I understand. Very well." Suddenly Jervis slammed the phone on the receiver over and over again seething with rage. You heard tiny distant shouts. Jervis lifted the phone back to his ear. "Oh? Sorry about that, Mr Crane. I was putting the phone back on the receiver and kept missing." Jervis laughed nervously. "Yes, I'll see you soon. Goodbye!" Jervis hung up the phone. There was a silence. "Duty calls?" You asked lightly with a smile. "That, right there, my dear is why no one ever liked Jonathan Crane." Jervis said flatly and you covered you stifled a laugh, covering your mouth.

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Borderlands: Skies the Bodyguard 5

Skies struggles with her injuries while the Vault Hunters fight Tyreen.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Chapter 26

           Skies and Tyreen both grunt in pain as they fall onto a stone floor. Tyreen pants as she grips her neck, or rather what’s around her neck.

           The Siren collar glows as it suppresses her power, dimming the light of her tattoos. She tries to stand up but her body isn’t responding properly and she collapses back onto her elbows. Her energy sparks weakly around her.

           Skies swings at her with her bladed fist. Tyreen barely manages to catch her arm and hold her back. They both lie on the ground, glaring at each other.

           The ground rumbles, catching Skies’ attention, and she looks around. In the sky she sees Elpis, still glowing purple and dangerously close to the planet.

           “We’re on Pandora,” Skies breathes.

           “That’s right, super fan,” Tyreen grunts as she manages to get up to her knees. She glares at her hands and focuses hard.

           “Give it up, Tyreen,” Skies scoffs as she sits up, rubbing her pounding chest. “That collar was made to control Sirens. You can’t-.”

           She stops when she sees a small Phase blast form in Tyreen’s hand. “Wha-.”

           Skies cries out in pain as Tyreen throws it at her, knocking her back. It’s nowhere near as powerful as it was before, but it still packs one helluva punch, especially with Skies’ weakened state.

           Tyreen chuckles weakly as she struggles to her feet. Her body still feels heavy and hard to control and her powers feel diminished, like a tiny stream barely escaping a vast ocean. But it’s better than nothing.

           Skies glares up at her and tries to stand, but the pain in her chest is too much.

           “Did you really think your little toy could stop me!” Tyreen barks and blasts her again, sending Skies rolling down the cavern they’re in. “I am the most powerful Siren in the galaxy- in history!” She blasts her again and Skies screams in pain. “I cannot be stopped! I am a god!”

           Tyreen blasts her once more and Skies slams into the wall. She lies on her front, arm wrapped around her chest and blood dripping from her mouth as she gasps for breath.

           Tyreen crouches beside her, lifts her head up by her hair, and presses her other hand into Skies’ chest. “I will let you live- hell, I’ll even let you be my servant. You’re really strong, you’re worthy of serving me, if you declare yourself to me and call me a god. Well?”

           Skies cracks her eyes open and glares at the Siren. “You’re…a god…of nothing.”

           Tyreen snorts and blasts Skies point blank in the chest. She flies down the cavern and tumbles across the ground before skidding to a stop.

           Tyreen approaches her, readying another blast, when the ground shakes again. She looks down the cavern and smiles. “Feel that, treasure hunter? You’re lucky I can’t finish you off. You’re gonna die here anyway. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got a dinner date with the Destroyer.”

            She turns and heads deeper into the cavern, leaving Skies to uselessly stare after her, vision quickly fading.

           Before unconsciousness can grab her, she becomes aware of people calling her name. She looks up as Moze, Zane, Amara, and FL4K crouch down around her and sit her up.

           “Stop, stop, stop!” Skies orders quickly, “there’s no time! I got the Siren collar on Tyreen, but if she absorbs the Destroyer, it’s not going to matter! You have to stop her!”

           The Vault Hunters glance at each other and nod.

           “Lilith and the others will come soon,” Moze says, “just hang on.”            The four of them race down the cavern. Skies stays sitting up against the wall until they’ve disappeared. Then she falls back onto the ground.

           As she lies there on her back, she can’t tell if the ground is still shaking or if that’s just the painful pounding in her chest. She can hear her heart beating in her ears, drowning out the distant sound of gunfire and shouting. Her breathing is getting more and more shallow. She tries to focus on the light of Elpis overhead but it’s becoming nothing but a faded blur.

           Everything hurts. She’s so tired. Maybe she can close her eyes…just for a little bit…

           “What a mess.”

           Skies’ eyes fly open and she sees a familiar man standing over her, looking down at her with disappointment. He’s somehow completely in focus despite everything surrounding him being blurred. He’s not wearing his mask- probably because it’s in her ship, Skies thinks- but he still looks exactly as he did when Skies last saw him. Just much more alive.

           “I cannot believe you let that uppity brat kick the shit out of you,” Jack remarks, “you’ve really gone downhill since you left me.”            “Hey, it was your stupid collar that didn’t work,” Skies argues, “she could still use her powers.”

           “You probably didn’t charge it enough.”

           “Whatever. I’m not arguing with you. You’re not even real.”            “I’m as real as I wanna be, kitten.”

           “Then what are you doing here?” Skies snaps, “just to mock me as I lay here dying?”

           “Pretty much,” Jack nods.

           “God, you’re such a dick.”

           “You can’t deny that you miss me.”            “I’ll never admit to it. Not to your face anyway. Real or not.”            Jack chuckles as he leans against the wall by her head. Skies stares up at him, becoming acutely aware of how little she’s actually breathing.

           “Hey, Jack?” He looks down at her. “What’s…death like?”

           “It sucks!” he exclaims, “there is literally nothing. No afterlife, no reincarnation. Just endless emptiness.”

           “I was afraid of that,” Skies mutters, “I…don’t want to die.”

           “So what are you gonna do about it?”

           She lies there for a second longer then sucks in a deep breath. It sets her chest aflame, but she fights through the pain and throws up her right arm. She extends her finger blades, digs them into the stone wall, and pulls herself up.

           “Yeah, yeah! That’s it! Come on!” Jack eggs her on as she slowly, unsteadily rises to her feet, using the wall to steady herself.

           When she’s standing upright, she lets go of the wall and squares her shoulders. She’s wobbly, breathing hurts, and her vision is swimming- except for Jack- but she’s standing. She’s alive.

           “Yeah, atta girl!” Jack cheers, “now get down there and show that Siren bitch who’s boss!”

           “What are you, nuts?” Skies scoffs, “she’ll destroy me.”

           “Yeah, but you’ll die a great hero.”            She snorts. “I’m no hero. Never will be. And that’s what this fight is for- the real heroes.”

           “Besides, like I just said, I don’t wanna die. Not when I’m enjoying life. Not while I have a job I love, and people who actually care about me.”

           Jack sniffs. “Well, la-di-da.”

           “Oh, look,” he says, nodding down the other side of the cavern. “It’s the ‘people who actually care about you’.”            Skies turns and sees Lilith, Tannis, and Ava hurrying her way.

           “Skies!” Ava exclaims, “you’re alive!”

           “Barely,” Tannis adds.

           “We were worried when you disappeared with Tyreen,” Lilith says, “that was some stunt.”            “Yeah. Didn’t work,” Skies shrugs, “she beat the crap out of me and got to the Devourer. But I trust the Vault Hunters. Actually, I think the fighting finally stopped.”

           “And seeing as how Pandora is still here,” Tannis muses, “I would say Tyreen lost.”            “Finally,” Lilith sighs.

           “Let’s go see,” Ava smiles.

           “If I move, I might pass out,” Skies replies.

           Lilith and Tannis wrap Skies’ arms around their necks and help her walk down the path. As they pass, Skies looks at the spot where Jack was standing and sees nothing.

           “Was he really…nah, of course he wasn’t.”

           “What’s that, Skies?” Tannis asks.

           “Nothing, just talking to myself. I do that sometimes. By the way, is Typhon…?”

         “He didn’t make it,” Ava replies sadly, “we took his body back to his robots before we came.”

           “Right…”            They walk down the cavern to the Destroyer’s rift. They drop down next to the Vault Hunters and stand over the body of Tyreen the Destroyer.

           Power is rising from Tyreen’s body. An orb of it flies out and explodes into Lilith’s body. Skies and Tannis stumble back as she lifts up, glowing orange. Wings of fire erupt from her back as she lowers onto the ground, her arm aglow with Siren tattoos.

           “Nice work, kiddos,” Skies says. The Vault Hunters beam proudly in reply.

           “Well, would you look at that,” Lilith breathes as a Vault entranceway builds itself on the other side of the platform. “Go on, Vault’s all yours.”            “The Vault of Vaults,” Zane mutters as the four of them run into the portal.

           “What about you, Skies?” Lilith asks, “you deserve some loot too.”            “Heh, come on, Lily,” Skies replies, “you know I don’t do Vaults. Besides, this is a reward for a hero, not for me.”            “Come off it, Skies,” Lilith scoffs, “after everything you’ve done to help us, to save the galaxy, you still don’t think you’re a hero? I may have had my reservations about you before, but that’s all over now. I’d be proud to call you a Crimson Raider.” She holds out her fist.

           Skies stares at it in shock and looks at Lilith’s face. She smiles warmly and Skies can’t help but smile back.

           Skies taps her fist against Lilith’s. “Thanks, Firehawk.”

           The Vault Hunters soon return, flush with new loot. Lilith smiles as she stares up at the sky. “It’s over.”

         “Not entirely,” Tannis argues, “the Great Vault is still opening. Elpis is tearing Pandora apart.”

           “How do we stop it?” Ava asks.

           “Very simple,” she replies, “we can’t. Not unless you know a way to remove the moon from the sky.”

           “We’re going to need a really big bomb,” Skies remarks.

           Lilith looks at her hand thoughtfully. “Run towards the fire.”            She steps forward and looks back at Ava. “Sanctuary’s yours, Ava. Be ready.”

           Everyone watches, stunned, as Lilith runs across the platform and takes off on her wings, flying right towards Elpis.

           “What does Lilith think she’s doing?” Tannis exclaims.

           “Closing the Great Vault,” Ava replies, “she’s saving Pandora.”            “That could kill her!”

           “She knows,” Skies says. She lifts her arm off Tannis’ shoulders and stumbles forward a bit, watching as Lilith approaches Elpis.

           She explodes against it, creating a blindly bright light that can be seen across the galaxy. When it passes, Elpis is a glowing white orb bearing the symbol of the Firehawk.

           “She’s gone,” Tannis says.

           “Not entirely,” Ava smiles, “she’s lighting the way.”

           Tears prick Skies’ left eye as she stares at the big, bright moon. “See you around, Firehawk.”

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #borderlands fanfiction #borderlands oc #borderlands au #myocs #myart

[rwbyvein]

Firen Lhain:  Chapter 1110:  Rent:  Part III / III

Taj gripped the control yoke with white knuckles as he backed it into the hangar. He breathed a sigh of relief as it settled onto it's skids.

"Are you sure this was a wise purchase?" Ciel asked.

Taj breathed in deeply before looking at her, "Hell, yeah. I'll wash and wax her every week, and take her for walks."

"You definitely seem to be endeared with her." Ciel added.

"That's one way of putting it." Taj replied.

"Did Jaune tell you that the renovations are about to begin?" Ciel asked.

"That's nice." Taj said, as he gently rubbed the dashboard.

* * *

Winter stepped out of Ironwood's quarters as the doors closed. "Figured we'd find you here." Belle said to her.

"I believe I wished for maximum sleep." Winter replied.

"Well, the problem is the dragon's dead, which means we're back to you not being the boss of us."

Winter rolled her eyes, "And how can I help you?"

"How long do you think we'll be back in Atlas."

"If I had to guess, I'd say a week or two." Winter replied.

"Works for me." Belle replied, "Don't suppose you want to join me and Susie out for a night on the town?"

"Night... on the town?" Winter asked, "It is barely oh-seven-hundred."

"Early night on the town?" Belle asked.

"Try not to overindulge." Winter replied.

"I could say the same thing." Belle said, and turned to walk away.

"Pardon?" Winter asked, and Belle turned to look at her.

"You are leaving Ironwood's quarters."

"I finished the paperwork." Winter simply stated.

"Uh?" Belle asked, and turned to walk away.

"I assure you, nothing inappropriate happened!"

"Uh-huh?" Belle asked, "Keep telling yourself that."

"I am not sure what you are insinuating." Winter huffed.

"Nothing inappropriate?" Belle asked, "Is that why you're black and blue?"

Winter looked down to see her mottled colouration of both light and dark blues. She breathed in deep, and the dark turned into light. She breathed in deep, and the light blue diminished but did not vanish. She then let out a loud yawn, which she covered up and looked about nervously

* * *

Jaune hopped down the rocks to just above the scrubland, Weiss immediately behind him. After he landed, he pulled his right hand up to his mouth and let out a colossal whistle.

* * *

Rhiannon nervously looked about before looking at Sarah, "How's my mane?"

Sarah gently brushed it. "You look fine."

Pwyll affirmed it, and Rhiannon turned to look at him.

* * *

The two Cheval Knights came running up the scrubland, as Nora glided far down the hill to the sheep. "Ms. Valkyrie." Conan greeted.

"Hiya!" she exclaimed, before glomping onto the llama.

"I dare say she missed you." Conan replied.

"Aw, I miss you, too." Nora said, and give it a kiss. "We really need to give you a name."

The surrounding sheep started baaing at her. "Aw, I missed you guys, too."

* * *

Pwyll and Rhiannon ran up to Jaune and Weiss at the edge of the scrubland. Pwyll snorted affirmatively at Jaune. "We have missed you, terribly." Rhiannon added. Jaune and Weiss simply smiled in reply.

"We have missed you, too." Weiss simply stated.

"I hate to impose, but could we?.." Rhiannon asked, and Pwyll let out a supporting snort.

"Yes?" Weiss asked.

"If it's not too much trouble?.." Rhiannon asked.

"Just tell us." Jaune said to them.

"Oh, sorry, but, could we have a hug?" she asked.

Jaune had jumped down before she finished speaking with his arms open, and Weiss slipped in underneath his arms. The Cheval Knights quickly moved in for the hug.

* * *

Penthesilea landed, smiling as she looked at Nora hugging the llama.

* * *

Yang walked into the kitchen, Summer quite busily preparing a meal. "Hey, yo." Yang said.

"Oh, yes!" Summer said to her.

"I see you're busy and all, but have you seen Sarah?"

"She has been spending most of her time with the Cheval Knights in the pasture."

"Oh, well, that makes it easy." Yang said, "And Little Bit?"

"Right behind you." Aurora said, as she carried some boxes into the kitchen, causing Yang to jump.

"Oh, sh... shoot." Yang said.

"What can I help you with?" Aurora asked as she walked into the kitchen, placing the boxes on a table.

"Oh, yeah, Jaune wanted to go ahead with the renos. He wants like a wicked bath in the basement."

"I was actually the one who talked him into it." Aurora beamed.

"Oh, yeah?" Yang asked.

"I might blame it on my tree frog skin, but doesn't a proper bath sound amazing?"

"Oh, yeah, like I said, wicked." Yang affirmed.

Aurora then started to open the boxes, "I am assuming he would like to wait until after breakfast?"

As she asked this, Yang's stomach started to growl. She brought her hand over her stomach, "We kind of rushed back, because we can, with our wicked cool knew Atlasian airship."

"Why don't you go have a shower in your dreary, ordinary, master bathroom, and let us finish breakfast?"

"You know what? Yeah." Yang replied.

* * *

Yang walked up the spiral stairs and saw Ilia camouflaged into the wall. "Whatcha upto?" Yang asked.

"Being at home." Ilia replied, and closed her eyes, only to find herself being picked up with Yang.

"I need a shower buddy." Yang said, "I mean, after showering with all of you, it just feels kind of lonesome alone. You know?" she asked, and Ilia just looked into her eyes.

Yang started up the stairs again before Ilia recovered, "Uh, I mean?.."

"You got a problem?" Yang asked.

"It's just that Ruby and Blake are already... doing..." Ilia voiced.

"Yeah, well, I'm feeling frisky, and you are the one I grabbed." Yang stated.

"And, Ruby, Blake?" Ilia asked.

"Can have you when I'm done." Yang stated.

"I'm putty in your hands." Ilia voiced.

"That's a good concubine." Yang said with glee.

"At this moment, I don't want to be anything else." Ilia voiced, only to gasp aa Yang slapped her ass.

* * *

Jaune and Weiss walked into the dinning room, seeing the rest eating breakfast.

"Yo!" Yang shouted.

"You have a lot of faith in your sisters." Blake added with glee.

"Enh." Jaune shouted.

"Then how did you know that breakfast would be ready?" Ruby asked.

"The moment we walked in an smelt bacon." Weiss added.

"I kind of figured someone would be making breakfast." Jaune stated.

"And if we weren't?" Yang asked.

"What?" Jaune asked, "I would. But, like Yang would let her little sister go hungry."

"She does have a couple ways she could feed her." Weiss stated.

"Wait?" Yang asked with a start, "Was that a dirty joke?"

"Perhaps?" Weiss playfully asked, as Jaune held a chair out for her. The two quickly sat down.

"You had time for the horses?" Shantae asked, "but?.."

"Jealin'?" Yang asked, and Shantae averted her gaze.

"Come here." Jaune said with authority. Shantae quickly stood up but paused for a moment before quickly walking around the table. Jaune then pet her on the head, "Who's a good girl?" he asked, as you would a pet. "You did a good job." Shantae blushed and glared into his eyes. "What?" Jaune asked, "Rhiannon liked it."

"I'm - not - a!" she exclaimed, only to quiet down when she found Weiss' hand petting her head. She then leaned forward to kiss her on the head.

"I honestly don't know what you thought you were going to get?" Sophia asked. Shantae turned to glare at her.

"We're all a little tired from, you know, dragonslaying." Yang said and sighed.

"I have always wanted sisters." Penthesilea stated, "I would love to spend time with you."

Shantae just looked at her for a moment. "K'."

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #arc-en-ciel

[nekonekochan]

FIGHTING FEAR AND ANXIETY WITH THE PROMISES OF GOD

Day 2 of 5

When You Need God’s Peace over Panic:

The enemy will always lure us towards panic and worry if we focus on all that is wrong in this world. But God offers us confident peace that can never be found in this life without Him. I struggled with fear and worry for years. Maybe you find yourself there too many days. But through time, I began to find the things that once would have sent me down an anxious spiral, no longer had the same effect. It didn’t happen quickly, but over days, months, years.

I read words of life, of truth, soaking them in, over and over, praying them out loud until they became so familiar, they replaced the other things in my mind that I’d battled against. There’s nothing magical about words and verses, but there is power through them, because they’re God’s words.

Change happened. Anxious thoughts began to diminish. Worry let go of its constant grip. And though fear is sometimes still there, it no longer wields control, holding me back, paralyzing me in its grasp.

His words are “life” words, soothing to our soul, calming to our spirits, giving power to our days.

It’s not always easy, and it often comes down to a choice:

- Choosing not to allow fear and anxiety to control your life.

- Choosing to guard your heart.

- Choosing to focus your mind on what is truth in the midst of uncertain times.

We might still feel afraid, but we can believe that God is with us. We may not be in control, but we can trust the One who is. We may not know the future, but we can find security in the God who does.

Dear God,

We choose faith over fear today. We choose to set our eyes on you and not on our circumstances. We choose joy over despair and peace over worry. Silence the lies of the enemy over us. Please give us the awareness we need to step over his traps. Help us choose not to worry but instead to pray about all that concerns us, allowing your Spirit to guard our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. We trust you to protect our way and to bring us safely through these problems we’re facing. Thank you for your great care over us, we love you Lord, and we need you, today and every day.

In Jesus’ Name,

Amen.

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.

Philippians 4:6‭-‬8 NKJV

https://bible.com/bible/114/php.4.6-8.NKJV

[lordlavender]

Dream Journals

12/30/22

This night when I dreamt, I was doing something mundane. I can’t remember if it was studying for school or doing some task in the workers rooms at work, but either way I was with either coworkers or fellow students and in a very academic or professional setting. I was just looking for a place to do my work, along with these two women who I didn’t know. Every room we went to was loud or busy or unsuitable in some manner. Eventually we found what I seem to remember as a brick walled bar, shabby and old. We began doing our work on the ground floor but when that too became unsuitable, the women I was with led me to the top floor which was empty. On our way up one of the women overheard from the employees that this building used to be haunted, and it freaked her out. I dismissed her fear, not really believing in these things, and continued my work. Her fears, however, did not diminish. She was worried, she was distressed, and she was afraid. I attempted to comfort her by giving her my hand, although I wish I hadn’t. Moments before we made contact with one another she screamed how she felt an evil presence. Upon making contact with me, it felt as if the evil presence she was feeling migrated through her touch into my body. I woke up but still felt it. The darkness you see when your eyes are closed was replaced with a haunting blinding light, not quite white light, but the color of the eyes of a blind woman. My entire body felt as if hooks with thousands of pounds of weight attached to them sunk their way into my skin and began pulling me down. There was something else within my body with me, someone perhaps. I gritted my teeth and began to attempt to shout profanities: “get the f*ck out of me” “you stupid c*nt” etc. but of course all I could manage was thinking them at first, then wiggling my lips, then mouthing the words. I managed to get control of my hands and I gripped onto the bedsheets beneath me, to try and anchor me in reality. I wiggled my fingers and continued thinking and trying to say “get the f*ck out, get out of me, get out of this house, stay away from my boyfriend and never return you’re not welcome here get out” and eventually I broke through and saw the darkness from behind my eyes again and upon opening them, a peaceful bedroom. The process began and was over with relatively quickly but it was horrible for every second. I’m not one to believe in the supernatural, and the logical side of my brain tells me this was the start of a sleep paralysis episode, but it felt like there was something trying to possess me, to get inside of my soul and control me. Even as I lay there afterwards, every time I kept my eyes closed for too long, I felt the pull back into that blind-color and heavy weight, as if there was something still waiting for me. I, illogically, began throwing my hands around in the air, as if to shoo away some gas that someone passed. I grabbed handfuls air and tossed it to my b!tch of a neighbor as to give the entity someone who I wouldn’t care if they got possessed and towards my window just to get them out of my house. I did my armature attempt at a spell over my sleeping boyfriend to bring him protection but I don’t think the entity was interested in him anyways and he continued to sleep soundly. Even as I type this I feel watched, as if a lion is in the Bush waiting for me to turn my back. This is most likely just the terrifying phenomenon of sleep paralysis and it’s got me spooked, but, to try and make it slightly positive at least, this might be wonderful insight into information I wanted to create about my fantasy novel that I’m writing as well.

#LLDreamJournals

[steveskafte]

THERE TO LET GO It's a slow lesson to learn that effort owes you nothing. I'm not impressed by hard work, not even my own – art isn't like some physical labour. Pile up a hundred hours on something heartless, and you'll still reach the same range of nowhere. Sure, there's technical time to get good at what you do, but chasing perfection has diminishing returns. Most of my favourite musicians have their very best songs on their first couple albums, and it's not because they had no room to improve. Listen later in their careers, and you'll likely hear better playing or vocal control – but a certain loss of spark in the core creative output. It's a part more tricky to work on, the reason behind the work itself. Inspiration is the ghost we all chase. From the very beginning, I've created quickly. Almost everything I write is done in half an hour, poem or prose – proofread then left alone, unedited, forever. Photos and videos are shot in the moment, pulled from my camera and shared with minor adjustments. If something is a failure, no effort could ever turn it around. If something is successful, fiddling too much can easily kill the spark. I did both enough in the early years to lose my taste. Part of the drive behind my daily journal has always been enforced immediacy. When every single day has its own kind of story, you've got to shake off yesterday's in time to make room. To reach the old cabin where I took this picture, I hiked an hour through deep snow, got wet and cold feet, and aching muscles in my legs. The scenes I saw never really moved me. Hard to say why, it's impossible to define, just is. Maybe I was feeling too down-hearted, disconnected in a way that stopped me seeing beauty. Maybe I was just in the wrong place and time. It can be tempting to start obsessing, trying to make it mean more – but some days are just there to let go. I've spent a lot of my life on adventures to the edge, places with no pity or expectations fulfilled. I've learned to leave a looser grip, for things that I can't grasp anyhow. December 21, 2022 Annapolis County, Nova Scotia Year 16, Day 5519 of my daily journal.

[avvail]

writing snippet #20

tw: implied abuse

“The whole city is out looking for you.”

At the sound of a very unexpected voice, Civilian flinched violently. They were about to shoot to their feet and make a run for it, but something hard clamped around their wrist, and they were yanked back before they could even take a step.

A gloved hand pressed firmly against their mouth, keeping their screams quiet and muffled.

“Do you want them to find you?” Villain’s cold voice snapped bitterly into their ear, making the hairs on the back of their neck prick. Civilian instantly stilled, forcing themself to push down their primal instincts. Villain released them, and the civilian wrenched away, cowering against the wall.

“How amusing,” Villain grinned, folding their arms casually across their chest and leaning lazily against the opposite wall. “To think that they’re kicking up such a fuss for a little thing like you.”

Civilian’s head snapped towards a loud shout, eyes squinting to get a look at all the people rushing across the street, too close to their small hideout. They noticed Villain’s hard gaze watching them too, eyes narrowed in thought. A beat of terror ripped at their heart.

“Please don’t turn me in…” They choked, unable to stop their voice from shaking. Villain’s head tilted towards them, lips curved with a coy smile.

“I don’t know…” They muttered. “Mayor has put out a pretty hefty reward, just to see his kid back home safe. You know what I could do with that much money?”

Civilian choked on a desperate sob. “No. No, please.” Their chest grew tight, and Civilian could barely breathe. “Please, don’t let them find me. H-He’s going to…When he finds out I ran away, h-he—”

The dark night around them began to blur, becoming nothing but an echo of colours and swirls. Their body was collapsing in on themself, but Civilian could barely feel the harsh press of the wall behind them, just stuck in a mess of their own panic and thoughts.

Civilian could only regain control when Villain’s hands firmly gripped their shoulders, grounding them back into reality. They frantically filled their lungs, blinking back the hot tears that had invaded their vision.

“Hey,” their soothing voice struck right through them, and Civilian weakly pressed themself closer, grasping onto the perceived safety. “Don’t start crying on me now.”

Civilian clenched their fingers and released a shuddering breath, trying to do their reality checks. It wasn’t rare they were the victim of panic attacks, but it was the first time somebody had been their to help them. Civilian shifted in Villain’s arms, wondering when they’d wrapped them up in a warm hug.

“Thank you…” They sniffled, swallowing the soreness in their throat. Villain was all but quiet for a moment, before their steady voice vibrated through the air.

“Why did you run?”

Civilian instantly stiffened. They were struck speechless for a second, before they began to visibly shake once more, shaking their head from side to side.

“Please…” They croaked, clinging onto Villain ever tighter than before. “I-I can’t go back, not if my father knows I ran away! H-He’ll just hurt me again and I…”

Civilian’s voice was diminished like ash, and they crumbled into another set of violent sobs. Villain’s brow pinched and they quietly shushed them, eyeing the busy streets subtly. They held the civilian like that until their eyelids were blinking drowsily, and Villain couldn’t help but find it quite adorable.

“Civilian.” The civilian glanced up at them with clumped eyelashes. “This might give you a little bit of a headache.”

They didn’t know what happened after those words. The next thing Civilian knew, they were waking in with people surrounding them, and hands grappling at their body. At first, their heart ripped into two, thinking that the Villain had betrayed them, but they quickly realised those hands were pulling rope from around their wrists, and a gag from their mouth.

Their father, Mayor, dragged them into a hug upon seeing them, whispering frantically into their shoulder.

“My sweet child,” he hummed shakily, arms drawing tighter around them. “You’re safe now, I promise. Villain isn’t going to hurt you anymore.”

Civilian was reported to have been kidnapped by Villain in the middle of the night, but was later found by a task force in the streets, bound and gagged.

The civilian had never been more grateful for a fabricated story in all their life.

#civilian and villain #villain and civilian #civilian x villain #villain x civilian #civilians and villains #civilian #villain #mayor #hero and villain #villain and hero #heroes and villains #writing snippet #snippet #not a prompt #my writing #writing #avvail #avvail snippet

[enchantestuff]

... - pierre gasly

in which pierre falls out of love inspired by “I cant make you love me” 

Its my attempt at angst since im still sick and don't have it in me to write smut, im also not giving it a proper title or layout as its so so short. Please enjoy <33 let me know if it sucks!

You cant remember when exactly Pierre fell out of love for you. But you knew he did. It was obvious to everyone around the two of you. Things between you had been diminishing quickly.

Thats why the two of you were currently lying in your shared bed in complete darkness. Your suitcases resting at the door, waiting for you to collect yourself after your final goodbye with the man you once cherished. The man you still cherished.

Your arms held him tightly, the familiarly of his body against your touch was something you had taken for granted until this very moment. You squeezed him tighter, hoping to prolong this moment with him. Your attempt was foolish, not because Pierre wanted nothing to do with you, but because he couldn’t bare the thought of not having you by his side. You had always been there for him, from his first karting race to his first podium. Always by his side with a grin on your face and tears in your eyes.

Thats the thing about starting off as friends. All it takes is one of you to fall out of love and the whole bond you created, the years spent together and the millions of memories made with one another, it all comes crashing down. All of a sudden you cant grip onto those memories anymore. Now, all they bring is pain.

Pierre knew was going to be broken after this. Just because he was no longer in love with you, didn't mean the immense love he still held for you spontaneously disappeared. His eyes raked over every inch of your face, settling them on your damp eyelashes, willing your eyes to open so you could see the fear held in his face. The fear of loosing his best friend.

Maybe someone above was looking out for Pierre that very moment, because if you had opened your eyes, relief would be the only thing reflected back at him. Knowing that you would finally escape a loveless relationship and enter the big big world was exciting to you. Having grown accustom to not so uplifting emotions, you now felt empowered.

You pushed those thoughts down into the pit of your stomach, allowing yourself this moment to release all the horrible feelings you had previously harboured from your body.

Digging your nails into Pierres back to try keep your tears at rest was hopeless, salty tears managing to escape the hold of your lashes and trickle down your cheeks landing softy on his chest, creating a puddle of sadness in the area where his heart was evidently breaking.

Pierres heart was slowly beginning to shatter, knowing he was the reason to why you felt this pain evoked a lot of emotion from him. Now it was his turn to face the consequences of his betraying heart.

If only he could control who he falls in and out of love with.

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 #formula 1 imagine #forumla 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #angst

[twilights-posts]

Tutoring (Smut)

I've found this on my laptop and wanted to share this with y'all. Please remember, it was originally written in German and translated. Contact me if something doesn't make sense. Thanks!

Summary: You have a history test coming up and Jared decided to help you study. Tough, the only thing on your mind has nothing to do with history.

Tags: 18+, smut, fingering, fem!reader, Jared

We were sitting in my kitchen trying to focus on my upcoming history test. Jared had told me in school that he would help me because history is the most boring thing ever for me. Being in the kitchen together now, though, with his hand on my thigh and his breath on my skin, history was much more exciting.

"The first half of the 19th century saw important social and economic changes that fostered the later industrial boom. One of the most important factors in this was the railroad ..." he told me, and you could see the passion written all over his face. But I switched off at some point and pictured in my mind how his big hand wandered up my thigh, under my skirt and then-

"Are you listening to me?" asked Jared a little louder. With big innocent eyes, I looked at him nodding.

"Of course, industrialization came about because of the railroad," I announced confidently.

"And who invented the railroad?"

"You didn't say."

With furrowed brows I looked at the worksheet, maybe that would give me answers, but all I got were questions.

"Yes, I did," he laughed. I looked up at him smiling, even sitting down he was taller than me. My eyes swept over his face and lingered on his full lips. Images of his lips kissing my neck, my breasts, my nipples and moving lower and lower, um....

"You're so absent today, what's going on?" he snapped me out of my fantasies again. Smiling, I shook my head, not letting on that he had a lot less clothes on in my head.

"Nothing, it's all good. It's just history," I said lightheartedly, contorting my face to let him know how averse I was to the subject. He nodded slowly, not seeming to believe me.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I'd love to help you or even just listen. Just tell me what you need," Jared expressed lovingly, stroking my thigh with his hand. My skirt pushed up slightly as a result. He's so sweet, if only he knew that the only thing I needed right now was his tongue on my clit.

I smiled broadly at the thought, leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"I'm fine, I just need a break," I whispered to him. Light-footed, I jumped off the stool and walked over to the fridge. That's when I got the idea to heaten him up a bit so we could get away from studying.

I looked over my shoulder at him and asked if he wanted a drink. There was no need to grab the soda from the last compartment, but it gave him a chance to peek under my skirt. Since I was wearing shorts underneath anyway, he wouldn't see too much, but he wouldn't need to for now.

When I turned back to him, he looked up shamefully. I pretended not to notice and held the can out to him.

"Do you need a glass?"

"No, I'm good."

I tried to jump casually on the counter, but I had overestimated my weak arms and was struggling badly. Jared chuckled as he watched me do it.

"Need a hand?" he finally offered.

"Please."

He stood up, took the few steps to me, and grasped my waist. With ease, he lifted me up and set me down. Jared continued to stand in front of me, looking at me with amusement. I recognized the affection in his eyes, could only smile because of it.

"Maybe you should work out more," he suggested after a few seconds.

"If you help me with that," I said absently. Right now my hormones were going crazy and I just wanted to kiss him. My legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to me. If only there were less clothes ...

Jared swallowed nervously. My hands stroked through his hair, finding their place on his neck. I moved closer to his face, anticipation flooding me. His dark eyes looked at me expectantly. A mischievous smile was on his face.

Just before our lips touched, he pulled back slightly.

"You know I've been dreaming about this."

I smirked at this confession. I hadn't been expecting that.

"Oh yeah, about what exactly?", I probed.

Jared leaned forward, past my face, and ran his nose up the curve of my neck.

"I dreamed about your legs wrapped around my waist."

"What else were you dreaming about?"

"how I' m pushing up that stupid skirt of

yours," he murmured against my ear, pressing his lips behind it.

I exhaled shakily, the throbbing inside me making itself known, and I could feel myself getting wet at the idea.

"It's my favorite skirt," I still tried to answer casually. He chuckled lightly.

"You can leave it on while we do it."

My eyes closed and I imagined how he would take me while I had only the skirt on. At this point I didn't need any foreplay, but he was about to suck on the delicate spot on my neck, so I didn't stop him.

His hands went under my skirt and stroked through the shorts over my most sensitive spot. He took his time, doing everything gently and carefully, but I had no patience for it and certainly no time. My parents would be home in thirty-four minutes.

I pulled his face up and pressed my lips to his. Greedily our lips moved together, soon I felt his tongue and sighed pleasantly. Jared slowed down the kiss, but not the intensity. It was as if we hadn't seen each other in days. He was visibly enjoying the moment. The hand that wasn't fridging me through my pants cupped my breast. His thumb circled around my nipple. Sometimes he pinched them through the shirt, then stroked them apologetically.

Jared never struck me as the ladies' man, but he obviously had experience.

As the pressure on my shorts increased, I moaned softly. After I released his lips, he stepped back a bit. Both hands went into the waistband of my shorts and pulled it down along with the briefs. I lifted my hips to help him. As promised, he left my skirt on.

His fingers stroked up my calves, snaked up the inside of my thighs, and paused at the hollow between my leg and hip.

I pulled back briefly to look him in the eye.

"Would you wash your hands first?" apologetically, I stroked his shoulders. I was afraid of ruining the mood or having to explain myself. He just nodded and went to the sink. Relieved, I leaned back on my arms. When Jared turned back to me, I opened my legs a little wider. He stopped and eyed me.

Challenging 'em, I spread them open wider, his view blocked by the skirt, but not diminishing the effect. I noticed the bulge in his pants and felt bad for not giving him any attention so far.

"Come here.", I said softly and extended a hand to him. Without further hesitation, he was back within my reach. I pressed my lips to his neck now and ran my hand down to his penis. Stroking over the shorts, I lightly nibbled at his skin. In turn, he stroked the inside of my thighs. He was damn close to my private parts. Unlike him, I wasn't as patient and was about to pull his pants off.

Surprised, I looked up at him as he put his hands on mine to stop me.

"Not yet:" was all he said. His voice was unfamiliar smoky, but led to more tingling sensations in my bottom.

Jared furrowed two fingers over my labia and distracted me with a gentle kiss. Agonizingly slowly, he ran his fingers once around and past my pleasure spot.

"God, you're so wet," he gasped. I resisted the urge to grimace.

"I don't like that kind of dirty talking," I explained to him carefully.

"Oh, okay. What kind then?" He looked at me intently, but the movements of his fingers distracted me somewhat. It seemed like he was looking for something-

"How about we focus on one thing first."

I kissed him again, because we were good at that. Along the way, my hand wrapped around his and guided him firmly to the point where I needed him. Almost immediately, his finger began to gently draw circles.

"Right there.", I sighed against his mouth and dropped my head onto his shoulders. Jared's other hand continued up and down my thigh. I now had my arms around his neck, so he could work undisturbed.

He was consistent and patient. I had already noticed this in the last few weeks of our relationship, but now I really realized the importance of these qualities. As if on their own, my legs spread out, so he could have better access. I exhaled shakily, my body yearning for more. Without further thought, my hand settled over my chest and took attention to it.

"You like that?",

I heard Jared ask hesitantly. I just nodded, too caught up in the pleasure to answer. Slowly, Jared increased the pace and his grip on my leg tightened. My moans were muffled by his shoulders. I felt like my body was burning up, and I longed to cool down. The grip around my chest became rougher, and I left my other hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to me.

"Faster.", I mumbled before eagerly capturing his lips. This kiss was not patient and gentle, but dirty and greedy. At one point, I felt his teeth. Jared was no longer drawing circles, but making frantic and choppy movements. I quickly corrected him and groaned loudly as he found the right pace.

"Fuck, yes," I gasped. My hips had taken control and were meeting his movements. I took turns massaging my breasts, getting closer and closer to my climax. My legs tightened, my hand dug into his hair, and I was no longer able to concentrate on kissing him. Instead, he leaned his forehead against mine.

"Open your eyes, look at me," I heard his voice through the rapidly rushing blood.

It wasn't easy for me, but I looked up at him with half-open eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He slowly increased his speed, causing my eyelids to fall shut. Groaning, I submitted to the feeling.

"No, open your eyes and look at me while you come," Jared murmured. I bit my lips as I looked into his eyes. He nodded and smiled proudly.

"Yeah, just like that. Now you can come."

As if my body had just been waiting for it, my muscles contracted internally, and I let out a long-drawn-out moan. My hand had tightened around my breast; it was painful, but a good kind of pain. Jared's gaze held me captive the whole time he was doing this.

After I came down from my climax, I dropped my head to his shoulder and leaned against him.

"We should go upstairs."

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[ozarkthedog]

Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard D***

Summary: After a Welcome Home party, you get stuck in a uncompromising position and Chris can’t seem to help himself.

Pairings: Drunk!Chris Evans x Drunk!Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Intoxication. Swearing. Slight Degradation. Confined Spaces. Anal Play.

Word Count: 2,236

A/N: This idea popped into my head and it was so silly I just couldn’t help but write it. I tried to have his “Drunk” state come across hence all the slurring words. Hope it’s not that annoying to read! This drunk Boston boy has “mah” heart. 💙 

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Energetic music, copious amounts of liquor and sounds of splashing from the pool filled the dusky sky as the ‘Welcome Home’ party was in full swing on this humid August night.

Chris was finally home after 3 months away and what better than to throw a little bash. Friends and family were sprawled out over the backyard of Chris’ Concord house laughing and carrying on as you sipped on your wine.

You swirled the tart liquid around your tongue and leaned against a patio chair, watching as Dodger ran around with the younger kids. Their screams of enjoyment sounded noisily as they ran from the mutt.

“Get ‘em Bubba!” You heard Chris yell from across the yard.

Beer in hand, cap on backwards and dancing like a fool. Your boy was home.

Warmth filled your belly as you watched him laugh and play a yard game with a few of his friends, all yelling with excitement when someone got the small sack in the hole.

He caught your eyes from across the lush backyard and held it with a sly stare. He licked his lips lewdly knowing what it’d do to you.

You shook your head and drank down the rest of your wine, trying not to get too worked up. There would be plenty of time for that tonight, you smirked to yourself as the pleasant haze of the liquor settled in your belly.

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After a while, the party started to dwindle. You and Chris gave hugs and bid goodbyes as the night came to a close.

For a moment, you and Chris just stared at one another on the slate patio. A days’ worth of playful glances coming to a head.

You smoothed down your light summer dress, unsure of what to do now that you were finally alone after so much time apart.

The alcohol made his face flush a few shades lighter than the red t-shirt he wore which made him endearing even though his eyes were darkening by the minute.

The amount of lust that radiated off the two of you was hostile, but you pushed it aside as you peered over the various empty beer bottles and half eaten food platters.

“Ugh, we should clean this up.” You picked up an empty beer can before tossing it back onto the table with a laugh.

“Nah, let’s do it tomorrow.” Chris suggested, stalking over to you.

Your breathing escalated as his face held a serious expression despite the slight slurring, “I wanna fuck mah Girl right now.”

You giggled nervously at his tone. The alcohol made everything seem way too funny, but his intense stare had your core clenching.

You knew what would happen if he got his hands on you and you wanted to draw out the yearning just a little bit longer.

“Only if you can catch me!” You shout, before running away like the drunken idiot you were.

You ran up the steps of the patio as carefully as your inebriated self could and crawled through the small dog door Chris had installed for Dodger a year ago.

Halfway through, you heard Chris’s muffled, hysterical laughter through the door. You knew he was doubling over in a fit, which allowed you to more time to crawl through the narrow opening.

You were in the clear as you pushed on the balls of your toes, shimmying your lower half through when suddenly, “OOF!”

Your hips collided with the casing of the small pet door. You started laughing at what a silly idea this was until you moved to pull back and your upper body catches on the frame.

You try again but the door nudges against your armpits causing your arms to flail out in front of you on the den floor.

“Oh, fuck! Chris! I’m stuck!” You yell frantically, kicking your feet on the slate patio.

You try to push yourself through even though you knew your hips were too wide. The small plastic door thumping against your head with every jostle.

“What!?” Chris shouts, incredulously.

 “I’m stuck!” You scream into the empty room as he kneels down next to your torso less frame. 

“Are yah serious?”

“What do you think?!”

Chris busts out laughing again, falling to his hands on the patio. His abs hurt as he tries to stop laughing when you let out a number of swears.

He coughs away the laughter and lays a hand on your lower back. “Ok. Ok. Ok. Ya’ll will be fine. We’ll get yah loose.” He slurred, calming you down through the door.

His hands cover your hips and pulled only to have your armpits halt his actions. “I already tried that you, Meatball.” The buzz from the wine still flowing through your veins.

“What are we going to do?” You utter, finishing with a hiccup.

“I’ll get my tools. But first…” His deep, quiet voice alerted you.

“What is it?” You asked anxiously, thinking one of your friends was coming up the driveway. You’d be mortified if they found you like this.

But then a warm hand slid down the curve of your ass and settled on the top of your hamstring. 

“I’m gonna have some fun.” Chris declared with a playful tone.

Your eyes go wide when you feel him flip your summer dress over your hips and press his growing hard on against your ass. The dark jeans rubbed against your ass with every languid thrust.

“Chris! You can’t!” You shriek upon realizing his intentions.

“Who says? Look at mah girl on all fours, ripe fa the takin’.” His eyes are glassy and ravenous as he grinds against your heat, the thin panties doing nothing to hide your quickly growing arousal.

Your mouth goes slack and eyes flutter when you feel him straining through his jeans. Heady lust swarms your system, taking control regardless of the uncompromising position.

“Looks like someone is enjoyin’ being stuck.” He rasped, unzipping his jeans and sliding his cock head across the soaked material of your panties.

He pulls the drenched thong to the side, groaning when he sees how ready you are. “What a fuckin’ pretty pussy.” He bends down, swiping his tongue threw your folds eliciting a surprised gasp from your lips.

You slam a hand onto the floor as he prods your core with long licks and lewd slurps. “God, I missed yah taste.” He confessed and nuzzled his face back into your heat. The way his beard scratched over your thighs made your back arch, giving him better access.

Your tight opening clenched when he poked his tongue into your core, thrusting the strong muscle in and out with quick jabs before going lower.

He flicked at your clit with hard swipes causing your belly to somersault. Frantic gasps bounce off the den walls with every stroke forcing your pleasure to mount rapidly.

Just as your bliss was about to peak, Chris pulled back with a slick covered smirk. “Nawt so fast, Sweetheart.”

You whined your frustration and laid your head on the cool flooring. You wiggled your hips in the air desperate for any friction and heard him snicker before he smacked your wandering behind with a heavy thud.

“I ain’t felt this cunt in months.” He stated with a deep growl, rubbing his pulsing crown through your inner lips.

His nails scratch the swell of your naked ass, “And yah only cummin’ when my cock is buried deep inside yah.”

You bit your lip knowing what was coming. The intense energy was palpable all night and it was only a matter of time before you two met in a tangle of limbs.

Chris lines up and ever so slowly pushes into your wanton core.

Your smothering heat enveloped his cock as he split you open with a gravely groan. “Fuck.”

Your head sagged between your arms as you felt your walls stretch around his girth. It’d been too long; you’d forgotten just how big he was. A high pitched mewl slipped from your throat, nails scratching at the floor when he finally bottomed out.

The base of his cock spreading you just a bit more around him. “God, yah cunt is choking the life outta me.”

He pulls back slowly before thrusting all the way in. Your cervix swirls around his bulbous tip making him grunt and grasp your hips with a harsh grip.

The animalistic urge to claim diminished when he felt your walls squeeze around his veiny thickness. His hips bumped against your ass with every stroke lightly knocking your hips against the door. 

You mewled when he parted your cheeks, spreading your pussy even wider for him.

“So many nights I took myself in mah hand picturin’ this sweet, little pussy.” His brows pinch in pleasure hearing your muffled cries of rapture through the door.

“I couldn’t get off hard enough knowin’ I wasn’t balls deep inside yah fillin’ yah with my cum.” His admission made your belly tighten. The knot so close to snapping as his hips shoved into your soaked heat with fervor.

His secure hold on your hips slips from the sweat tainting your skin. He smooths his fallen hand over your ass, spreading it open and exposing your asshole.

Your breath catches when you feel him spit onto your exposed hole, thumbing his saliva around as it clenched under his touch. The groan he let out when he watched your tight ring spasm beneath his thumb was sinful.

You whimpered into the flooring with every thrust of his cock as he teases your puckered rim. “I could finally take this untouched hole and there wouldn’t be anythin’ yah could do to stop me.” Your pussy convulsed around his length at the ominous threat.

“Chris…” Your body arched under his assault when he circled your rim with a meticulous touch.

You lock down with a vice like grip on his length as he drives your orgasm head on. You slap at the flooring and shout out your release all over his meaty cock.

He growls in admiration, “Look at the mess yah made all over me, yah naughty girl.”

He snapped his hips hard causing you to yelp out in painful pleasure, your cervix taking the brunt of each shove. The torturous pain ebbed and flowed with the bliss he was forcing on your worn-out body. Tremors ran up your spine as he pummeled you into another orgasm so close behind the first.

“Wish I could see yah face, bet yah look so wrecked takin’ mah cock.”

He let out a surprised groan as you came around him again, mewling nonsense and shrill yelps from behind the door.

“Fuck! Cumming on mah dick outside where anyone could see.” He smacked your ass eliciting a pained gasp from your lips.

He picked up speed, thrusting into you with a punishing pace intent on driving you to another orgasm with his on the precipice.

Chris gathers some of your cum and drags it around your asshole, making it shine with slick. Your eyes rolled back when he tenderly pushed his thumb into you, feeling his cock pass by through the thin tissue with every shove.

“God, yah so pretty bent over with yah holes filled to the brim.”

He grits, feeling you clench around his girth and frantically calling out for him.

“Come on, cum on mah cock one more time. Give me that sweet cunt.” His thumb pulls on the side your hole, making you feel the stretch and forces your orgasm to explode through your core. Both your holes tighten as you cum, dragging Chris along with you.

His hips slam into yours rapidly, searing pleasure burning through his veins as he cums with a growl. His seed painting your channel, soaking you with him.

He pants heavily as he leans his head on the door, “God damn, I’ve missed this.” 

You whimper from the emptiness when he pulls from your heat.

His cum slipping from your core, staining your inner thighs making you shiver.

“What a sight.”

You hear a shutter click and realize he just snapped a photo. “Chris!”

“Hey, this doesn’t happen all the time. I want somethin’ to remember this.” He slaps your ass making you jolt.

“Believe me, I will never forget this.” You utter with an embarrassed groan and shift uncomfortably on the hard slate. “Chris can you go get your tools, my knees are starting to hurt.”

“Oh fuck. Yeah, here kneel on mah shirt. I’ll be right back.” He rips his shirt off and slides it under your knees before running off to the garage.

You sighed into the floor still dumbfounded that you even though you could fit through the tiny door. The alcohol was slowing wearing off making this predicament even worse just as Chris came back. 

“Chris, are you still really drunk? Should you be working with tools right now?” You asked, leaning your face onto your hands. You really didn’t want him hurting you or himself.

Chris sat back a moment and chewed on his lip. “Yah, know... yah might be right. I only brought a hammer and I don’t think that will work.”

“Fuck.”

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, Imma call Mom she’ll know what to do.” Chris said with a smile, taking out his cell.

You hid your face in your hands with a pitiful groan knowing his family would never let you live this down.

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[inactive-luv]

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Hunger: 1.7k words

cw: vampires, feeding, handjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

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Spencer Reid had now gone two days without a feed, kicking himself for not packing extra blood. He sat on the edge of his hotel bed, bouncing his leg in anxiety, his mouth twisted in starvation.

Aaron can see his painful expression before his face dips into his hands, not even trying to hide his discomfort. Hotch knew what Spencer was, he had to when he hired him, but he never truly understood what it was like.

He knew the basics, the science of it. And as a profiler, he could clearly understand what was wrong with him.

Hunger.

His hand goes to Spencer’s back, and he flinches before looking at his face and calming as he takes off his tie frantically.

“I ran out of blood.” He whispered, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. Aaron nods his head, thinking to himself before whispering,

“Can I help you?”

Spencer thinks he means diverting his mind or eating something from room service. He doesn’t know that Aaron’s asking him to feed from him.

“I don’t think you can do anything, Hotch,”

“I’ve had someone feed from me before, Spencer, I don’t think-”

“What?” He asks, his heart accelerating as he feels his fangs pop out. He shuts his mouth, trying to get them to retract, and Aaron can see the obvious embarrassment.

“Spencer, you look uncomfortable. I’m simply offering my help.” He nods his head and turns to him sheepishly, not wanting to show him his fangs before Aaron opens his mouth again.

“I want you to.”

Spencer opens his mouth to let out a sigh when he notices his fangs and looks up to Spencer again. There’s a brief moment where they’re both sat still on the edge of the bed before Spencer gets up from his seat and grabs his neck aggressively.

Hotch is taken aback at his sudden movement but leans into it when he feels the fangs dig in. The first bite’s intoxicating. His eyes flutter as he feels a heat expand throughout his entire body.

But almost as quickly as it starts Spencer back up,

“I’m sorry!” He practically yells out, covering his mouth, blood coating his fingers. “I- I took a lot!” There's a look of concern and worry on his face as Hotch adjusts his seating and grabs his neck, blood still pooling at the entrance of his wounds.

“You barely took any?” His tone slightly questioning, barely feeling the buzz that once engulfed his entire body with the first bite.

“Really? You’re not hurt?” Spencer didn’t want to be greedy. He didn’t want to hurt Hotch. Even if it meant only taking about an ounce, he wanted to make sure he hadn’t injured him.

“I’m alright, Spencer.”

The sound of his first name, the blood on his fingertips, and the sweat on his brow drove Spencer wild. He felt his stomach turn and fill with butterflies. When their eyes met, he had to turn away. He walked over to his bedside table, where he placed his watch and put it in the palm of his hand.

“I- I should check you for hypovolemic shock.”

Hotch almost interrupted before he spread his legs to let Spencer stand between them. He put his fingers on his neck again, gently searching for a pulse while he checked his watch to count his blood pressure.

While Spencer forced his eyes on his watch, Aaron’s couldn’t help but wander. With his shirt unbuttoned and his tie off, he could see the pink twinge on his chest. And when his eyes went lower, he saw his hips jerk, almost scared of where his eyes were.

Hotch glared up when Spencer turned his hips away, and Spencer looked straight into his face when he felt his hand on his thigh. Aaron bit his tongue, looking at Spencer’s mouth, the blood and flush of his skin making his lips look bright red.

Spencer’s hands fell slightly before Hotch raised himself to kiss him. Their lips colliding gently yet with enough passion for each of them to melt in the other’s hands.

His hands that traveled from his thighs to his face, gently cradling his innocence in the palm of his hands as Spencer’s eyes travel. The pale of his wrist in his eye line brushed with blue veins.

Veins that flooded with saccharine blood he could almost taste beyond his flesh. Aaron watched his eyes wander along his arms, his beating chest. His gaze almost searing through his body to his heart.

“How bad do you want it?” He whispered, drawing him back from his delusion to the space between them, engulfed in tension. He waved his wrist past his face as he whimpered.

His gaze full of pure passion as he stared at his arm, the taste of his blood barely on his tongue. "Aaron," He pleaded, his fangs visible under his puffed lips.

"Answer me." He growled in his ear as his palm flattened itself against his scalp and pulled at his long hair. "Ah!" He whined, feeling himself grow hungrier at the pain and the smell of his blood still lingering on his neck.

"Please, Aaron! Please!" He whimpered, lowering to his knees as Hotch pushed him down, his eager eyes staring into his. "God, you taste so good! I need you please!"

When Aaron lets go of his hair, Spencer can't stop himself from leaping onto his neck. Digging back into the bruises he'd left before, drinking desperately.

For a moment, all Hotch can feel is the harsh sting of his fangs before his vision blurs, and he feels the bliss of his blood rushing. Heat expanding over every ridge and ache in his body.

Spencer’s legs lift up to either side of Aaron’s, teeth still sunk into his hot flesh. Endorphins flood his head, and blood rushes to his cock, achingly hard already. Spencer leans deeper into his collarbone, Aaron’s thigh inadvertently rubbing against his bulge.

“Mmh!” He groans with a full mouth, the teeth retract, and he pulls back quickly. Hotch looks up at his face, his blood lining his mouth messily as Spencer licks his lips gluttonously.

He’s so fucking hot.

He leans in for a kiss, tasting himself on Spencer’s tongue before he pulls them down on the bed, his hips still straddled by his legs. Their bodies grinding hard as the space between them diminishes.

Spencer’s shirt flies off first, then he lifts himself to pull his pants down, his cock leaking and deep pink. Aaron pulls his down to his ankles, his shirt being ripped off by a hungry Spencer.

His fangs are retracted, but he still kisses all along Aaron’s neck. Feeling the veins pound, his rhythmic heart beat against his lips. His fingers coast along his vertebrae, making Spencer moan when he reached his tailbone.

His hand flies to his face, and Spencer’s quick to engulf his digits in his mouth, his tongue swirling around them.

Two fingers enter his aching hole, slick with his saliva and a little of Aaron’s blood. Scissoring inside of him, Spencer lets out a debouched moan, so pornographic Aaron’s cock twitches under his hips.

Spencer leans back to sit upright on Aaron's hips. He spits into his hand, bringing it down to his cock underneath him and jerking him slowly. "Fuck," He groans out as he guides his cock along Spencer's entrance.

Gently coasting his head inside of him, they both moan at the sensation. Aaron leans up to kiss him, both of them sitting up now. He feels around his mouth with his tongue, collecting the enticing flavor of him mixed with his own blood.

He feels his fangs clash against his teeth, a wave of ecstasy washing over him as he tastes the toxins on his tongue. He thrusts into him, abandoning his gentle action, hungry for release as Spencer clenched around him.

"God!" He moaned out, Spencer whining before Hotch's hand met his neck, squeezing hard, and he smiles.

One hand grasping at his wrist and the other collecting the blood smeared on his neck. Two fingers enter his mouth as his tongue swirls around his digits. Spencer gasps at every thrust into his tight body, barely feeling the pain of his girth inside of him with the taste of him still fueling his high.

Spencer feels himself get closer, Aaron noticing and taking his cock in his hand, jerking him quickly. “Ah! Ah! Ah! AH!” He whisper-screams as he comes into his hand, his other still wrapped around his throat.

His mouth turns to his arm as his grip loosens; he kisses along his wrist, then up his arms. All along his veins, Spencer peppers tiny marks of pink bites between his teeth.

Instantly they’re both turned around, Spencer on his back and Hotch right above him, his cock still buried deep inside of him. His thrusts are much more rapid now, causing Spencer to moan so loud in his ear Aaron feels his dick throb inside of him.

Spencer turns his head to let Hotch suck on his neck, the pain of his teeth making him whimper under his touch. His eye line is right against Aaron’s wrist.

He wants more.

He needs more.

He feels his fangs press against his gums, longing to drink again, but he keeps them at bay, the fear of taking too much, letting himself control his urges. But Aaron looks into his eager eyes, practically begging for more, and feels himself turn past his lightheadedness and nods his head.

Spencer immediately takes hold of his wrist and lets his fangs sink in for a final time; gently drinking a few ounces as he listens to Aaron’s quivering breaths, he stops himself. Watching him for changes in his vitals, but instead, he looks down at him and whispers in his ear.

“Spencer,” He feels his cock twitch, and Aaron’s hand travel to his stomach. His calloused hands grip tightly at the base of his cock, swaying up and down his shaft as he moans and whines.

“Oh! God, please! Please! Aaron!”

He releases inside of him, thrusting his seed deeper into him as Spencer nearly screams his name, “Aaron!”

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 4,565 Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria Warnings: Language, typical TWD stuff A/N: This is Part 5 of a series! Find the previous parts on the Masterlist! Summary: A violent encounter outside the walls only increases Daryl's questions and concerns about Y/N.

Your name: submit What is this?

You immediately and instinctively grappled for your knife at your hip and unsheathed it, staring up in horror at the two men now standing over you. A lot happened very quickly. It must have only been matter of seconds, but it felt immensely long.

“Ohhhh, sweetheart. You’re in trouble,” one of them said, laughing as he glanced over at the man beside him.

You tightened your grip on your knife but the next moment there was a swift kick to your wrist and then a boot came down on it, crushing it into the floor, eliciting another yell from you. Your knife clattered away and you followed it with your eyes desperately.

You struggled to get away but the man was suddenly grabbing you by the ankles and dragging you closer.

“Get the fuck off me!” you growled. You lashed out with your boot and caught him in the face with the toe.

“Agh! You fuckin’ bitch!” he roared, spitting out blood onto the floor. He let out an animalistic growl and stood over you. “You’re coming—with us!” His words were punctuated with strong kicks into your ribs, which left you unable to cry out or even to breathe. You curled into yourself on the floor, willing your diaphragm to unclench and draw breath.

Daryl. The only desperate thought in your mind.

The man who was standing over you suddenly dropped down so he was straddling over your writhing form. “I said, you’re coming with us. Back where you belong.”

You finally were able to wheeze in a breath and glared up at him. “Fuck. You,” you spat, disdain contorting your face. Where the hell was Daryl? you thought desperately.

“This will go a lot easier if you don’t fight it!” his partner shouted down at you, rifling through his bag for something. “We don’t want to hurt ya!”

You shot a knee up as hard as you could and caught the man over you in the tailbone. When he doubled over forward, swearing with his face growing more and more red, you did the only thing you could think of and headbutted him in the face. Hard. As hard as you could.

His nose crunched sickeningly and started to bleed profusely. He let out an anguished scream while you were seeing stars. Fat, crimson drops fell down onto you as you struggled, still beneath him. You were trying to extract your body from beneath his but his weight was too much. He was now completely enraged and the next thing you felt was his hands around your neck, squeezing, compressing. You couldn’t breathe. You tried to break out of it but his hands were so large they wrapped completely around your neck, compressing blood vessels and your airway. Your scratched and clawed at his hands, trying desperately to pull them away. You started to see spots and darkening around the edges of your vision. You clawed at his arms with your fingernails and tried to break his grip at the elbows. You were vaguely aware of some commotion in the background as your struggling grew weaker by the second. You were going to black out.

But suddenly, you could breathe and the weight of him on top of you was gone.

You curled over on the floor, coughing and sputtering, gasping in rasping breaths desperately.

“Y/N! Y/N!?” Daryl’s voice nearby, completely frantic.

You couldn’t stop coughing. Your throat was on fire. Your neck felt raw.

“Jesus—can ya breathe?!” Daryl’s urgent voice again. You felt his hand on your shoulder.

You finally managed to gain control of your gasping breaths again and rasped out. “I’m okay,” nodding but unable to look over at him. You submitted to another coughing attack. Your gasps were wheezes like a kid with asthma.

Daryl was kneeling beside you with his crossbow in his hand. “Are ya sure?!”

You finally glanced over at him, certain your face was bright red and your expression desperate. His features were overwhelmed with panic and concern, blue eyes piercing through the curtain of dark hair around his face. You nodded. “Uhh… I think so. Mostly.” You winced, feeling pain suddenly shooting through your wrist and ribs and a pounding in your forehead as the wave of adrenaline had crested and now started to diminish. “Fuck… What the fuck?” you said, glancing around. There were the bodies of the two men, both with a crossbow bolt through their head.

Daryl clenched his teeth and gently grasped your arm. “C’mon.” He pulled you gingerly to your feet. You stayed hunched over, an arm wrapped around your ribs. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to steel yourself for a moment.

“Fuck…” you muttered again, not even meaning to speak it out loud.

Daryl froze, looking at you with his brow furrowed. His stomach was rolling with regret. “I—'M’ sorry. I should have been faster. I—but this goddamn ankle and I had to get my bow loaded and—”

You raised a hand to quiet him and shook your head. “S’not your fault. At all,” you said, pressing a few fingers to a particularly raw feeling spot on your neck.

But Daryl was blaming himself. He should have been there faster. The angry red marks around your throat were burning into his memory. He bit back his anger at himself and re-secured the front door as best he could. He glared down at the two corpses and retrieved his bolts. He nudged his head in the direction of the other room.

You followed him in, still hunched over. He pointed at the couch and you sank down onto it slowly, hissing through your teeth with each movement.

Daryl set his crossbow down and immediately grabbed his pack. As he was digging around inside it, he spoke with some anxiousness. “Ya know them?” he asked, not looking up from his bag.

You gulped. “What?”

All his movement stalled, his hands still inside his pack, clutching medical supplies. “They sounded like they recognized ya. Said you’re ‘comin’ back where ya belong.’ Did ya—d’ya know them?” When he finished the question, this time his eyes flickered up to your face, watching your reaction carefully.

You were gingerly holding your wrist in the other hand and Daryl thought your eyes looked a bit frantic. You didn’t answer. You seemed—frozen.

Daryl nodded and shrugged, turning back to the pack. “S’alright. Ya ain’t gotta say.” He felt like he pretty much had his answer. “What hurts?” he asked you gently.

You didn’t answer for a moment and Daryl thought he saw waves of panic rising and falling in your eyes.

“Y/N—” he said again.

You seemed to come back to reality, grounded by the sound of his voice saying your name. “Umm… right. I—my wrist. I think that’s the only thing we can do something for. Nothing to do about my ribs,” you said with a wince, your breath hitching every time you tried to inhale too deeply.

Daryl pulled out some gauze and materials to splint your wrist, which he suspected was broken, based on the swelling and how it was already changing colors. “We need to get ya back to an actual doctor,” he mused. “Tomorrow I’ll see if I can find a car close. We can take it back to our truck. Can’t let that wrist go too long without gettin’ set.” His eyes continually found the ring of angry red around your neck and he watched as you pressed a hand to your head, which was pounding.

“You can’t go out there by yourself. You’ve got a fucked-up ankle,” you argued.

Daryl shot you a look and heaved a sigh, leaning his arm on his bent knee where he was crouched. “Well, now out of the two of us I’m in the best shape. So, we’re gonna do what I say and you’re gonna sit here and rest. Ya got a broken wrist and probably some cracked ribs. Not to mention that fucker nearly choked the life out of ya.” His tone told you arguing was pointless. “Now gimme your damn arm.”

You avoided his eyes and held out your hurt wrist. His rough hands on your skin was grounding and you were again reminded of how he had insisted on stitching your arm up that night when you came back after your last bad run-in outside the walls. He was amazingly gentle. You marveled at how small your arm looked in his hands—like something fragile. Daryl was trying to minimize the skin-to-skin contact—almost fearful of what was happening inside him every time his skin brushed yours, but it was a little difficult to do while he was tending to you. He splinted and wrapped your wrist, frowning at the way your thumb was already bruising purple. “Ya scared the shit outta me,” he murmured softly, not even meaning for it to actually fall from his lips.

You raised your eyes to his face in surprise but he was still fixated on bandaging you up. “I’ll, uhh, try not to do it again,” you said, and Daryl was relieved to hear that your voice had relaxed some, though the rasp was still in it.

“Better not,” he growled. He grabbed a small gauze pad and poured a little alcohol on it. “Here. Ya got a pretty good scratch on your jaw there.” He scooted closer to you and watched as you swiped a few fingers over it.

“Oh,” you said, looking at the rusty color that came away on your fingers. “Probably did that to myself trying to pry him off of me…”

Daryl’s expression darkened. “Mhm.” He hesitated a moment before dabbing at the scratch with the pad. “Really. Ya scared me.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Rosita exclaimed as she heaved the gate open to let you and Daryl into Alexandria. “Thank God!” she exclaimed next, looking both of you up and down. “Rick was about to send out a search party. We’ve all been worried sick. Aaron has been driving me insane, coming up to the gate every ten seconds to ask if I’ve seen anything.” Her eyes finally seemed to register the full extent of your injuries and she froze. “Y/N—your neck… Oh my God. What the hell happened?” she pressed, shutting and latching the gate behind you both.

“Uhh…” you walked unevenly, your uninjured arm wrapped around your ribs, though it did nothing to lessen the shooting hot knives of pain with every breath. “Walkers. And then more walkers. And then a corpse and rotten floor boards. And then—” you hesitated., suddenly feeling sick.

“And then people,” Daryl finished gruffly, sparing a glance over at you, his face darkening with worry.

“Shit,” Rosita said, her eyes going round. “A corpse? As in, not a walker? And did you say something about rotten floor boards?”

You nodded. “Yeah...”

Daryl shot her a look that clearly said ‘later.’

“Sorry—just… I need to get to the doctor to fix my wrist before it heals this way,” you said, avoiding her eyes.

“Right! Right, of course. I’ll grab someone else for guard duty and go tell everyone you’re alright. Here, I’ll take your guns.” You and Daryl handed over your weapons and Rosita hurried off.

You limped your way to the clinic and he insisted on holding the door open for you and letting you go in first. Surprisingly, Pete was still there. You always assumed he just was drunk after 4:30 pm.

“Whoa! Looks like we’re running a little ragged, huh? Come on in and sit down and let’s have a look at you,” he said jovially. You eyed him with distaste.

“Where’s Denise?” you asked.

Pete looked around the room dramatically, hands outstretched. “Not here. So, shall we—”

“I would prefer to see Denise.” Your tone was cold.

Pete let out a laugh which he only managed to make sound half-genuine. “She isn’t here so—”

“I’ll wait,” you snapped. You limped over to an exam table and sat down, your countenance stormy.

Pete glanced at Daryl and he shook his head. “Nah. Just her. I’m good. Sprained ankle is all.”

Pete let out an exhale that was mostly a growl. “I guess I went to med school to be an errand boy,” he muttered under his breath, but nonetheless, he left to find Denise.

Daryl sank down on a rolling stool and scooted over to sit near you. “Hey,” he said suddenly.

You snapped out of some deep reverie you were having and looked at him.

“Ya alright?” he asked. “Really. I mean, that was some serious shit that happened out there…”

You nodded. “Fine.” You uninjured hand went to absently touch the bruises on your neck, which were now dark and mottled. “Thanks to you.”

Daryl shrugged. “S’nothin’. Wish I had been faster.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “No. No, it was definitely something…” Despite your assurance that you were okay, Daryl had the sense that it wasn’t entirely true. You were alive, sure, but since those men had busted into the house you had been uneasy. It wasn’t lost on him that you turned to glance behind the truck the whole drive back to Alexandria, and even now, safe inside the walls, you were rigid and on edge. You should have known better than to try and bullshit Daryl. The archer was annoyingly good at reading you. But, to be fair, you were also annoyingly good at reading him.

Your eyes shot up as the clinic door burst open loudly. Aaron ran in with his mouth dropped partially open and wide eyes. “Oh, thank God,” he said, rushing over to you and Daryl and immediately grabbing you into a tight hug.

“Ow! Ow ow ow! Aaron!”

Aaron drew back suddenly at your exclamations. “Oh—God, I’m sorry.” His eyes found the bruising on your neck and his face blanched. “Oh my God. What the hell happened? Are you alright?” he asked desperately.

“Define alright,” Daryl murmured.

You shot him a scolding look. “Yes, that’s what I need. Worry him more. Thanks, Daryl,” you said.

“What happened?” Aaron asked desperately again. It wasn’t lost on him how you avoided his eyes as you answered.

“Just—people. Bad people,” you said.

He stared at the dark purple bruising on your thumb and the splint before glancing over at Daryl.

“If Daryl hadn’t been there—” you broke off, giving Aaron a somewhat fearful look.

Aaron looked back at the archer again and heaved a heavy sigh. “I won’t hug you,” he said, cracking a smile, “but thank you. Thank you.”

Daryl nodded.

“Okay, I promised Eric I would come right back with an update so, umm—I’m gonna go, but thank God you’re back and you’re at least mostly whole,” he said, backing toward the door again. “Thank you,” he said again, looking at Daryl.

You let out a small laugh as the door shut behind him, shaking your head, smiling fondly.

“You’re close,” Daryl said. “With him and Eric.”

You nodded. “Yeah. When they first brought me in, I used to joke that I was like a stray cat they found and adopted. I felt so out of place, you know? And they just—they didn’t care. They just accepted me right away. Made it feel a little more like a home. They’re good like that. They understand what it’s like to be an outsider.”

Daryl nodded. He knew exactly what you meant.

Denise came in with Pete trailing after her. She looked a bit harried and you apologized for having her come in, to which she just gave you a small smile and a meaningful glance. She was well aware of your feelings toward Pete and she shared them… He stood lurking around in case Denise had questions.

“Okaaaay,” she said, gingerly unwrapping your wrist, wincing at the sight of the swelling and bruising. “Yup. This needs to be set…” she said gently, glancing over at Daryl who was still sitting nearby, his blue eyes taking in everything like he was standing guard. “Okay, Y/N, just lay back.” You obeyed, letting out a wry laugh and a forced exhale at the pain shooting through your ribs. Denise muttered an apology as she palpated your arm with her fingers. “Um. Okay. Daryl, I’m going to need you to hold her arm down while I—”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you teased Denise, a smirk on your face. She pulled a face at you, drawing a laugh which made you clutch at your ribs again and mutter a pitiful “ow.”

“Do you know you’re my least favorite patient?” she retorted jokingly. “Daryl. Come on.” Pete stepped forward, clearly annoyed.

“Are you sure you don’t want an actual--”

You cut him off. “Last I checked, Denise went to fucking med school. And for the last time you aren’t touching me.” Pete muttered something and backed off but he remained nearby watching.

“Ya ready?” Daryl rumbled, his strong hands firmly pressing your arm down against the table.

You nodded and focused on his blue eyes. “Sure…” you said, your voice coming out a little high with nerves and apprehension at the anticipated pain.

Denise didn’t give you a countdown or anything. She just forced the bone back into place. “MOTHERFUCKER!” you yelled, shooting upright on the exam table as soon as Daryl’s hands lifted off your arm. It felt like someone had rammed a red-hot poker into your arm. “Mmmm,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing breaths in and out.

“Done! Done!” Denise said. “See! Not so bad!”

You let out another sardonic laugh. “Easy for you to say.” She immediately fitted you with a stiff brace and instructions to limit use of your wrist and hand for four to six weeks.

“Six weeks,” you repeated. “Are you frickin’ kidding me?” You stared at her, incredulous.

“It’s a broken bone, Y/N, not a bumped elbow,” Denise said as she adjusted the brace.

You looked at the archer beside you for assistance but found none. “Six weeks?” you repeated again. You scoffed. “I’m going to lose my freakin’ mind in here. I can’t—I can’t shoot. I can’t go outside the walls… I can’t even write. It’s my dominant hand.” You let out a frustrated growl. “I might as well be a frickin’ baby,” you growled.

“Kinda are bein’ one right now,” Daryl rumbled. Your eyes snapped over to him and you managed to catch the quick twitch of the corner of his mouth in a rare smirk.

You shot him an unamused look. “I don’t know why you’re so entertained, chuckles. You’re benched too.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Ya heard her, though. Four to six weeks.” You read genuine concern on his face and sighed.

“Yeah, yeah… I heard her,” you mumbled.

Denise laughed. “Alright. I see your neck… Nothing we can do about that,” she said with a wince. “God. That looks painful.”

You pressed your uninjured hand to it, reflexively covering it up as you felt Daryl’s eyes hitch on the bruises and stay there. “It’s not too bad.”

“Okay, anything else?” Denise asked.

You hesitated for a moment. Daryl didn’t know just how bad your side was and you weren’t real keen on him seeing the extent of the injury from the man kicking you. “Umm… Yeah. Uhh—I think I have some broken ribs maybe and—” you gulped, but you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it so Denise could see your side.

Daryl immediately stiffened in anger as he saw the extent of the black and purple bruising all up your side. He actually let out what sounded like a low growl before averting his eyes. You noticed his hands clenching and unclenching into fists and he was suddenly restless.

“Oh my God… I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Denise said, her eyes flickering up to yours. She gently palpated your side. “I don’t feel anything concerning beyond the bruising and normal swelling—how did this happen?” she asked you quietly.

You were about to answer when there was suddenly a commotion as Daryl strode over to Pete and pushed him hard in the chest, making him stagger backwards. “Hey!” Daryl roared, posturing toward the surgeon. “What the hell are ya lookin’ at?” You and Denise stared at the two men in confusion and surprise. “We don’ need ya, so why don’ ya just get the hell outta here,” Daryl rumbled, flicking a hand in the direction of the door.

For a moment, Pete looked like he was considering hitting Daryl but he finally just clenched his jaw and left the clinic, slamming the door unnecessarily hard behind him.

Daryl turned to see you and Denise staring at him in confusion. He paced a little uncomfortably. “He was—I didn’t like how he was lookin’ at ya,” Daryl finally spat out.

You felt your cheeks color and averted your eyes from the archer. Apparently when you had lifted your shirt, revealing the bare skin from your waistband to the strap of your bra Pete’s eyes had been a little too hungry, a little too searching, and had lingered a little too long for Daryl’s taste.

You didn’t know what to say. The air in the room was thick and heavy with tension. Denise finally cleared her throat a little awkwardly and broke it. “Okay, I’m serious about the wrist. I’m going to give you some heavy-duty painkillers and anti-inflammatory meds to take for the next five days. If you feel any changes in your side or abdomen you come get me, okay? I’m serious.”

You nodded and Daryl rushed over to help you climb down on the table, hardly noticing the ache in his ankle anymore. You felt another flush in your cheeks as he gently gripped your elbow. “Thanks, Denise.”

She nodded. “Daryl, you’re sure you don’t need me to look at that ankle?”

He shook his head. “Nah. ‘M good. Just gonna get Y/N home so she can rest.”

“You too,” Denise said, pointing vehemently at him.

You walked, or hobbled more like, the distance back to your house with Daryl in silence. It still felt a little heavy, a little uneasy, like the air was holding things unsaid, but finally you climbed the steps and to the front door. You gave him a small smile, but there was something like apprehension in your eyes as you thanked him for all his help. “You know, I’ve known you only a short while and I think you have now officially saved my ass and patched me up more than anyone,” you muttered.

“Yeah, well…” he shrugged. “I think it’s about the same in reverse.” Daryl left with a hollow feeling in his chest as the heavy clunk of the deadbolt secured your door behind you.

Carol was waiting on the front porch and immediately grabbed him into a tight hug. “You scared us,” she said, holding him back to take him in, her eyes searching for injury. “Rosita told us you were back but nothing else. Are you okay?”

“’M Fine. Better than, Y/N,” he said, nudging his head toward your house across the street.

Carol’s brow furrowed. “What happened? Is she alright?”

“Mmm,” Daryl hummed, a noise meaning he didn’t want to talk about it. He dug in his pocket for a cigarette and allowed Carol to gently push his hair out of his face and clasp his shoulder, before he stiffened and moved away to sit on the steps. She knew that meant he wanted to be alone, wanted time to think.

“I’m glad you’re both back and at least mostly in one piece. We’ll be inside if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” the archer murmured. Daryl sat there most of the night, smoking the cigarettes he had left and staring at your dark house, wondering if you were awake like he was.

You were.

The next day, Daryl found Rick in the kitchen in the afternoon. He’d already explained what had transpired outside the walls, why you had both been so delayed. Rick had listened carefully and firmly grasped his shoulder, telling him how relieved he was that Daryl was back safe and that you were too. His words seemed a little pointed, but Daryl shied away from it. But now, after being unable to think of anything else all day, he had a question to ask Rick.

“Hey,” Daryl said, finding Rick in the kitchen, trying to convince Judith to eat something as she squirmed in his arms.

“Hey, Daryl. What is it?” Rick perceived something in the archer’s expression as soon as he glanced up at him.

Daryl scruffed a hand awkwardly through his hair. “Y/N’s interview. With Deanna, when Aaron first brought her in. Did ya watch it?”

Rick nodded, his face falling. “Yeah… I did. I think I watched just about everybody’s.”

Daryl shifted his body weight anxiously from one foot to the other and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide the vulnerability he felt while showing such obvious interest in you and your story. “Well… what—what was on it?”

Rick sighed, finally giving up on coaxing Judith to eat, and set her down on the floor on a blanket. He stood and hung his thumbs in his pockets, staring down at his boots for a moment. “You want to watch it?” he asked the archer, glancing up to take in his expression.

Daryl shrugged and let out a non-committal hum.

Rick studied his friend’s expression. “Whatever you’re lookin’ for… Whatever answer… It isn’t on there. But you can watch it if you want,” Rick offered. “Ya saw somethin’ out there that has you worried. I can see that. You can tell me if you want to, but I also understand if you don’t. Y/N is… private… about whatever happened to her before this, before here.”

Daryl swallowed at the tightness in his throat and considered Rick’s words. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, his face dark. “I ain’t worried about us,” he clarified. “I ain’t worried about Alexandria.”

Rick nodded. “Just about her.”

Daryl shrugged and avoided the look in Rick’s eyes, which was something surprised but knowing. “We’ll do our best to keep her safe,” Rick said.

Daryl nodded and this time when he glanced up at his friend there was a fire in his blue eyes, a fierceness. “Ya. We will.”

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