#>:’] whadda pain

[blushouyo]

thinking very hard about the ending of tfone and megatron's reasoning behind the things he says and does... at first i couldn't reconcile with the way he spits out the word prime when referring to optimus bc ???? the primes were never the problem... it was sentinel ?? but then i realised that other than it being bc sentinel tainted the idea for him somewhat. it's also probably bc he's deliberately separating orion from optimus for his own sake... deciding that his best friend really did die when he dropped him as the other option is too difficult for him to even think about acknowledging in his current mental state... ����

[b-blushes]

forgetting that i'm getting a bad grade in 'taking care of my house' this week by focussing on that i'm instead putting all my effort into getting a GREAT grade in enrichment >:)

saw my friend yesterday

went in the garden today

asked for a lift so i can hopefully attend my chronic pain museum group for the first time in months later in the week

making plans for extra sibling time hanging out at christmas in a way that i can actually manage disability style

finishing up cards for friends

messaging friends when i have some brain cells to rub together

YAY. would love to also be able to stay on top of things while i try to boost morale but sometimes you have to prioritise i guess 👍

[cherry-shipping]

one of the (admittedly many) reasons i love love love LOVE my uf and ht self inserts i think is because all the shit i hate about myself is amplified with them and i LOVE them for it. theyre weird gross perverted overbearing annoying creeps who nobody really feels comfortable around. and its the BEST!!!!!!!!! like yeah they suck shit. they dont know anything and theyre genuinely disturbing and disgusting people. arent they just the BEST

[patchdotexe]

Joseph? From JoJo's Bizarre Adventure? /hj

well his adventure is certainly bizarre but i don't think he's buff OR fashionable enough to be a jojo

(joseph is another of my super old ocs!! he's dominic's brother and also A Huge Jackass in the original version and that's a pretty big reason of why i keep going 9_9 while transcribing this fic. in his current iteration he is a 14yo with bad emotional regulation and if he had a tumblr blog he would have a tag dedicated entirely to reblogging photos of ice <- this is because he was in our system briefly and he did this)

[saltedsolenoid]

stupid mucking uneaven deeth HURTING owwwwwwwieeeeee

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Thinking about my coworker who grew up on the street I live on now and incidentally knows my grandma who's technically not related but we kept her and apparently immediately clocked me from coworker's vague description

[xumoonhao]

FOREFOX DOESNT EVEN SUPPORT ANIMATED CURSORS T___T

[mechaffeine]

I did. Not realize that injections could be so much less painful (subQ in the leg rather than in the bellyfat, where I have been doing them)

[intoanotherworld23]

Peaches And Cream

Summary: Joel loves the taste of you, and you love being his favorite dessert

Warnings: explicit sexual content, mature themes, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex, slightly dom Joel, submissive reader, implied sex, praise kink, dirty talk

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Hall Of Hunks

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Feeling absolutely reduced to a hot and sweaty mess as you laid underneath Joel. Who was staring at your disheveled face. A look of pride written across his face as your body trembled around him.

“I’ve never seen you cum so much sweetheart.” Praising you as a hand covers your eyes in embarrassment. “You did so good for me baby.”

That powerful and mind blowing release had you almost in tears. Trying with all your might not to just cry in front of him. Feeling like that might weird him out a little bit. Since he could take tears as being in pain or discomfort, and then he would stop, and you didn’t want him to stop. Your body was feeling overwhelmed as it continued to shake underneath his fingertips.

“Let me see those pretty eyes.” His deep voice persuades you as your hands slowly moved away from your face to look up at his smirking one.

“Joel.” Whining his name as he snickers keeping his cock still absolutely still inside of you.

“Whadda you need pretty girl?” He teases feeling your cunt clenching around you making him groan.

Joel knew exactly what you wanted, but was still too shy to say anything to him. He always helped you ease your way into expressing what you wanted with him. Giving you a little bit without asking him, and then getting you to finally speak up. Carefully pulling out from your raw cunt your body jolting at the sensitivity from the sudden loss of him. Feeling his cum ooze out of your body his hand massaging your inner thigh soothingly.

“Fuck me baby girl look at you.” Watching as his liquid spilled out of you and trailed down between your cheeks. He was licking his lips wanting nothing more than to lick it all up, and taste how delicious you both were mixed. That’s exactly what he did too.

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

“Oh god.” Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching still extremely sensitive from your previous release. Joel looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and it made him feel like a god.

Reaching a hand over to your pelvis as his thumb started to rub circles on your nub. Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Joel could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line.

“Tastes like peaches baby girl.” His low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the resounding orgasm you just experienced. Your battered cunt was so sore from being stretched and abused over and over again.

Feeling a pair of soft lips gently caressing your thighs and inner knees a trail of saliva being left behind. Sex was always amazing with Joel, but the one thing you loved just as much was the aftercare. His touch was always so gentle and comforting as he would help ease you through each orgasm.

“Fucked that pretty cunt so good, didn’t I?” His crude language had your thighs twitch, and you loved it all the same. Joel already knew the answer to the question, but he loved the reactions you would give him just for saying certain words.

“So proud of you my sweet peach.” His nickname had you smiling as Joel pulled you into his arms and laid you on top of his warm body. Listening to the sound of his heart beating, and the rise and fall of his chest was easing you into a slumber like state. “I’m not done with you yet though baby girl.”

[havockingboo]

oh, you kid!

Is it true you have to watch the simpsons first before watching monkey wrench to understand the lore

[judesmoonbeauty]

Jude Jazza’s 2nd Birthday: “The Cursed Moon Within His Merciless Arms” Epilogue POV

This is a fan translation. 100% accuracy cannot be guaranteed. Please expect grammatical errors and lack of nuance. Creative liberties were taken in order for a smoother translation. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not repost or claim my translations as your own. Thank you for your support! ☾⋆

MDNI. NSFW.

Victor: Welcome back, Jude!

It was late at night when I returned to Crown castle after finishing up work at Raven Co.. That’s when Victor greeted me.

Jude: …..Why’re ya still up?

Victor: Why of course, to prepare for your birthday party tomorrow, Jude! …..

Victor: …Oh, look the date has already changed. JUDE, HAPPY BIRTH—

Jude: —Hold it.

Victor: I can’t even give you my wishes? ….That makes me feel so lonely.

Jude: Already gotta prior engagement with ‘em words.

After I rejected him, I thought back to the conversation I had with Kate before I left for work.

[Flashback]

Jude: I’ll be back late t’night.

I don’t share my schedule with others unless it’s necessary.

…..However, my birthday was tomorrow, and she asked me about my schedule a month in advance in order to celebrate it.

She’d been counting down the days, so I felt like I owed it to her to say something.

Kate: Oh, really….?

Seeing Kate look disheartened, guilt that I thought I’d long lost, started to surface.

Kate: ….Um, well, I just have one favor to ask, Jude.

Kate: I want to be the first to wish you happy birthday, so I want to come back to your room no matter how late it is.

Kate: If you sleep at Raven Co., your employees might be the first to tell you…

Kate: Oh, but I’m not saying you have to do it. Just only if it’s possible……

Kate said that with a pasted smile on her face.

It was obvious that she was trying to suppress her feelings so she wouldn’t burden me.

— A woman who understands circumstances, or a woman who doesn’t understand circumstances.

If you ask me which one is better, naturally it’s an understanding woman who stays in her lane.

(But…what’s this?)

(I reckon it’ll be fine to listen to some of the selfish stuff she asks.)

Jude: …..Can’t make no promises, but I’ll try my best.

Kate: Really? Thanks, Jude!!!

[Flash Back Ends]

Remembering Kate’s bright smile, like a moon emerging from the clouds,

I parted ways from Victor towards my room, my pace a little quicker than usual.

When I returned I could tell Kate had waited for as long as she could, having fallen asleep in the chair.

(…..Whadda pain.)

I picked Kate up and carried her to the bed,

The line actually reads that he picked her up behind the knees. Essentially, he princess carried her. However, I felt this is already implied and opted to leave it out.

And then I quickly fell asleep thinking about the wishes Kate would say to me when she woke up.

When my birthday arrived, it was a crazy day.

In the morning, I wasted time dealing with a group of weaklings trying to kill me off,

And that afternoon, Crown celebrated my birthday with a song….

It was late in the evening when I was finally alone with Kate.

Kate: Ohh….Jude…..it feels so…..good…

When I bit into her throat and drove myself deep inside her, Kate clung to me looking blissed out.

When I saw that look, I swallowed hard.

I wanted to make her feel even better, to mess her up even more. To drive her even crazier……A violent need surged throughout my body.

(…..Am I a kid who gets turned on for seein’ my girlfriend gettin’ excited?)

Kate’s tearful eyes, her knitted brows as she tried to endure, her melted expression as she comes…..

I got excited by Kate’s expressions as our bodies melded together,

Just like a boy falling in love for the first time.

Jude: ….That so?

I replied bluntly as I cynically laughed internally at my own immature feelings, when Kate’s eyes flickered anxiously.

Kate: Jude……?

Jude: ……

Jude: …….Ain’t no way I’m gonna strain yer body by tanglin’ up with ya if it don’t feel good.

I gave a round about reply and then slowly moved my hips further forward.

As I dragged against each of Kate’s favorite spots, she let out sweet, soft moans.

However, even though she was completely absorbed in pleasure, Kate didn’t stop asking questions.

Kate: Jude, I…..feel so good…right now….I’m losing my mind….

Kate: Can you….say it more clearly….?

(….This woman’s way too worried if I’m feelin’ good or not.)

All she needed to do was surrender herself to the pleasure I was giving her, but she wanted both of us to feel good.

Each time that happened I felt this itchy sensation deep in my heart, like it’d been tickled by a feather…..

I could feel the presence of the thing called love.

(….Feels even weirder answerin’ without thinkin’ it’s a hassle.)

Jude: Guess ain’t no gettin’ ‘round it…..

Jude: ….Feels good, Kate.

Kate laughed as I brushed her bangs away from her sweaty forehead, and kissed her softly.

Kate: Hehe….hey, Jude….

Kate:……To be honest , I was hoping on your birthday, you’d say “I like you” or “I love you”…..

Kate: I kind of thought you’d say it….

Kate: But….this is plenty for now.

As if to say that she understood all the feelings I couldn’t express,

Kate smiled contentedly and caressed my cheek lovingly.

Illuminated by moonlight, Kate glowed brilliantly….giving the illusion of the moon falling from within reach.

(….Beautiful.)

Kate: ….Oh! But…..you can say them whenever you feel like it, okay? Words of love.

Jude:….If I feel like it.

When I brushed it off Kate pouted in dissatisfaction, and immediately I pressed my lips against hers.

In surprise, Kate tried to escape, but my tongue captured and entangled with hers.

(If I don’t say things like “I like ya” or “I love ya”, you’ll keep chasin’ me for ‘em.)

Just as I chase and cry for the moon, you can chase and cry for me too.

Just keep chasing me under a curse that will never be broken for all time.

I have no intention of telling her that….and I can’t let go yet.

Kate: Mmmm……Jude…..

The voice calling me in between kisses, dissolved all of my sense into a puddle.

Jude: …..Ya might’ve had ‘nough, but I ain’t had ‘nough.

Kate: Mm….the present?

When I attended Crown’s birthday party for me, Kate gave me a tasteful fountain pen as a gift.

It was chosen to match the same diameter of the pen I normally used,

'A tasteful fountain pen' was repeated in this line, but I dropped it because I felt it was redundant.

I’ve no intention of nitpicking about it now, and if you asked me to return it, I wouldn’t give it back.

Jude: Haven’t had ‘nough of ya .

Kate: Huh…..Oh!

I resumed the flow from earlier, and as Kate whimpered sweetly I bit her over and over again, sucking her up.

As I etched red marks into her skin, leaving behind traces of our love-making, Kate moved like she was trying to escape.

Jude: …..Oi, whadda tryin’ to run for?

Kate: B-because….if you leave marks there, I won’t be able to cover them with clothing…..

Jude: Tch…..yer tryna hide it now?

I was surprised that my retort carried a sulky tone to it.

….However, Kate didn’t notice the tone of my voice, but kept staring blankly at me.

Kate: …..Is that okay?

Jude: Is what okay?

Kate: Well….if the Crown members see it tomorrow morning, they’ll say something about it, right?

Kate: Jude, you seem bad with that sort of thing…..

Just as Kate said, some of the Crown guys might tease me if they saw the hickeys.

Or maybe they’ll just look on and not give a lick.

Jude: It’s fine ya don't do that…….Were ya avoidin’ me ‘cause ya were frettin’ over that?

Kate: …..Yeah, but if you don’t care Jude…..

Kate: Then I want you to leave lots of marks on me.

Kate:….Oh, I’m asking you to do everything again.

Jude: ….There’s nothin’ wrong with that.

You were the first to give me birthday wishes, kicked out those gits who attacked me, chose a gift that made me happy,

Called out to me with a soft, sweet voice, accepted me in deepest parts of you, and wanted to cater to me.

…..Kate might think it’s only natural since it’s my birthday, but it’s not just about getting someone to do something for you.

Jude: If that’s whatcha want, I’ll engrave ‘em on ya ‘til ya hate it.

This cursed, cursed night was far from being over.

[Story Master List] [Birthday Letter] Dividers: @.natimiles @.cafekitsune

PLEASE, he is SO SWEET. The way he's slowly noticing emotions in himself that he thought no longer existed, and the fact that he can feel the presence of love inside of himself (when he feels that he out of all people wouldn't, and feels it's suffocating overall.) Ugh, I can't wait to see his character growth over time. And that BLUSH when he admits he hasn't had enough of her!

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[jennifer-jeong]

haiii!! could I put in a request for boothill x an alcoholic engineer reader who’s personality takes a complete 180 when drunk? Like when sober they’re really quiet and a total introvert but when drunk they’re basically a party animal/super hype(the reason why they drink so much is because it helps them forget about their life problems like taxes and student loan debt, if I had to compare the reader’s personality to a character I’d say hiroi kikuri from bocchi the rock) but they’re like crazy smart when it comes to machines and stuff and even fixes up boothill from time to time

headcanons or a small fic is fine^^

HII I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I’ve just been out of the groove of writing for a bit but your request is so cute and I wanted to take a shot at it. Thank you for your request and I hope you like it!

Fluff + Suggestive | Boothill x GN!Reader A Few Drinks

CONTENT Fluff, suggestive, him flirting with you, you flirting with him, getting handsy, alcohol consumption, pet name usage, no reader pronouns used, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

WORD COUNT: 1227

It was a regular Friday afternoon in your personal workshop situated in your home on a planet not far off from Penacony and easily accessible via space anchors. The planet was mostly made up of plains, your house sat near a pond and was surrounded by grass and your tiny gardens that you filled with flowers and succulents. You were an excellent engineer working both for corporations as well as taking on smaller private contracts/projects occasionally. You were currently working on a specific cyborg’s finger joint, putting the finishing touches on the cybernetics before he came to have it attached to his robotic body.

You heard a familiar clicking of boots against the sidewalk to your open workshop door before an equally familiar greeting from the cyborg cowboy.

“Heya sweetheart, how ya been? Hows my dumb fudging finger treatin ya?” he chirped, his voice slightly grainy and robotic due to a lack of organic vocal chords.

You swivel around in your chair, giving him a small smile. “Your pinky was pretty messed up but I managed,” you replied quietly, a little anxious talking to the -handsome- man you knew killed people on the daily.

“Ah, ya always fix me up fine and dandy, I knew you’d be able to help,” he said as he walked towards your workbench.

You gave him a small chuckle at the praise and turned around to grab the fixed finger. “Thanks… now just have a seat on the-” you were cut off by turning slightly and being met with his face awfully close to yours. He had leaned over your shoulder to take a closer look at your work, his hands held behind his back.

Your eyes widened as you froze for a moment, unintentionally staring at him before looking away. He was looking at your work but when you turned away he took the opportunity to scan over your flustered self, grinning slightly at how cute you were.

You always treated him so sweetly, disregarding what he did for work because you knew about his past. How could he not find you adorable?

He pulled away to walk towards the table that doubled as an operating table when he or your other clients needed bigger fixes.

“Here?” he says knowingly.

You nod quickly before grabbing a few tools and setting up to attach the part back to his synthetic nervous system.

It was a painful few minutes of him watching you intently as you worked. He was sitting up, leaning back on his right hand, legs spread as he got comfy. His left hand was propped up into a sleeve to keep it still as you worked on it. You tried hard to not look up at him despite knowing he was staring down at you the entire time, probably with that teasing grin he always wore around you.

Once you were done and he finished paying you (with a generous tip no less), he suddenly wondered what you’d be doing since the work week just ended.

“So, whadda ya doin after closin’ up shop today? Ya ever go out for Friday happy hour?”

You whipped your head around to him at the mention of drinking before looking down at the ground, hoping you didn’t seem too eager to talk about alcohol.

“Y-yeah, I go every weekend,” you replied.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “really? Ya didn’t really strike me as the drinkin’ type darlin’.”

You swallowed at his use of pet name.

“Yeah… it helps me get my mind off work and shit,” you shared with him, figuring it was fine to tell him about it since you already started to get to know each other pretty well during his visits. It was hard to explain, but you trusted him.

“Huh… Well, let’s fudgin’ go then!” He says, jumping off the table. “Lemme know when ya ready darlin”.”

“W-whoa there darlin’” Boothill says for the nth time after you two got to a vintage looking club in the city. You were stumbling a bit as he tried to prevent you from knocking anything over or getting yourself hurt. You kept bumping into him, grabbing onto his arms or his chest to stabilize yourself.

It was your turn to fluster the man.

After all the times he’d made you shy and bashful, him feeling your hands all over him in this context and not during some sort of repair procedure was really setting off his sensors.

You giggled in your drunken state and dragged him by his hand to the crowded dance floor. The current song was just ending and you heard the first few beats of one of your favorite songs. The crowd clearly also liked the song as you all started getting hyped. You started jumping and dancing in front of him as you held his shoulders. You even grabbed the attention of some nearby girls as they encouraged you and you did the same to them.

Boothill’s expression slowly morphed from curious shock to an endearing smirk as he laughed at your total 180 shift in personality as soon as you had a few drinks. His hands found your hips as you continued to dance all over him while he moved with the rhythm.

It was also in this moment that he realized exactly what you were wearing too, it was a pretty, skin tight top and ripped shorts, completely different from the baggy overalls and t-shirt you usually wore in the workshop.

He felt his body’s cooling system kick in a bit harder.

You noticed his eyes on you as you always did, but this time, with alcohol in your system, you decided to do something about it.

You pushed him into a nearby bar stool, forcing him to sit down and lean against the bar counter. You stood between his legs, hands on his chest as you leaned towards his face.

“Thanks for coming out with me Bootie~” you said with your eyes lidded, batting your eyelashes at him. His breath hitched at the sudden nickname usage that you’ve call him by before.

“I’ve been stressed about shit recently but this is fun” you giggle, “we should do it more often,” you add, looking him up and down, something he doesn’t miss.

He relaxes slightly, hands finding their place on your waist again as his signature grin comes out. You could tell he was still pretty flustered though, he was into it, but still a bit shy.

“You’re always looking at me like that, Bootie,” you say as you trace a finger on the underside of his jaw, making him look at you. “I don’t say it when I’m not drunk… but I hope y’know I don’t mind it,” you say with a smile and lidded eyes. Your finger trails off the bottom of his chin as he ever so slightly chases your touch.

You giggle again at his reactions to you, feeling a bit giddy knowing that he was as into you as you were into him.

You push off him to run back to the dance floor, calling out to him with the nickname you just gave him.

The cowboy adjusts his hat before blinking a few times, smiling, and exhaling the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He follows you back to the dance floor as he thinks “I’m fudged.”

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[venomsrealgf]

Hazard x Reader - You little Gommy

first tumblr post!!! need more fics of him omg pls 1.1k words fluff!! sorry scotland if i fucked up ur language - The quiet atmosphere was deafening, a place usually so full of laughter and talking, suddenly turned to the complete opposite. Everyone in the gang had left to steal a high tech weapon from the Oasis. Well, everyone but her. She stared at the ceiling, the bed creaking a little bit as she moved. Her eyes wandered across the whole room, going through every little detail as if she had never been there before. Boredom can really make a person mad huh?  Her eyes looked through the photos they had taken together as a family. Some of them only have certain people and so on. Her eyes lingered on the picture of her and Findlay, well he is better known as Hazard. She slowly got up from the bed, walking towards the counter and staring at the holographic picture. In the picture they both stared at the camera smiling widely as he held it up, she remembered when they took this photo. It took him so long to figure out how to press one button and she couldn’t stop laughing at him. Such a small thing had such a big impact on her memories. She couldn’t help but let a small smile form on her face as she remembered A sudden sharp pain however had that smile wipe away. She let out a loud groan, her hand immediately flying to hold her side. Oh right, she had gotten hurt during action in their last mission. A guard sneaked up to her and landed a very mean punch to her side, bruising the whole side. Yeah the guard had some sort of knuckle braces or something, was a hard hit anyway. She could remember being so scared that her ribs had been busted, or that the braces had gone deep into her skin, good thing it was none of that. Ribs just got bruised a lot, very painful. She cursed to herself as she tried heading back to bed, only for the pain to strike her back two times worse now. She could only stand still, holding her side, even if touching it wasn’t the best idea either. She leaned on the counter, keeping her balance, waiting for the stronger pain to pass. It was at that moment she heard the faint muffled noise of an engine coming closer and closer. It must be the gang! FUCK! They couldn’t see her out of the bed, she tried to walk forward, pushing through the pain. The quick movements made everything worse, one bad move caused her to twist in a bad way and she fell down onto her knees, fighting against her angry tears. She felt so fucking useless like this. She heard the heavy door to their hideout open, bringing with it loud laughter and quick chatter. One of the voices really stood out to her, Hazard. “We really tore tha' place down ay?!” He laughed, his heavy Scottish accent so intoxicating to her. “You really scared us there for a moment champ.” BoomSlang said, shaking her head as if disappointed even though a smile rested on her face. “Ah! You woulda’ done the same if you were in my place.” He chuckled, giving her back a few pats before walking past all of them. “‘Right. I'm gonna head to bed, don’t do ‘nothin stupid without me!” He waved his hand before disappearing down the hall Hazard walked further from the laughter and chatter of his friends, his steps confident and full of energy. His mind was racing, thinking about everything that happened today. One thing he knows for sure though is that he feels fucking awesome and that he cannot wait to embrace his little darling.

He neared his room and as he finally stopped in front of the door he listened for a moment. Considering there was light coming from the small crack below the door and if she was doing something, but he couldn’t hear anything, perhaps she was still sleeping and recovering. He smiled to himself, opening the door slowly. He was not expecting to see her on the floor on her knees holding her side, trying to lift herself up. “Whadda’ ya doin bonny??!” He said a bit urgently, rushing to her side. “I’m sorry Lay’... I just don't know. I was looking at the pictures, completely forgetting my predicament.” She sighed, looking up at him. “You little gommy. Let’s get ya back to bad ‘right?” He said softly, carefully maneuvering his cybernetic arms to not hurt her. “Thank you..” She mumbled, accepting his gentle help. Once he had her safely tucked under the covers he sat down on the side of the bed, the mattress sinking a bit under her weight. He turned his head over his shoulder, staring at her. She stared back, captivated by his pretty eyes, her cheeks burning up a bit. He chuckled, turning himself around a bit more, so that his whole upper body was now in her line of sight. “Aye.. ya know you can always ask for help right?” He smiled at her, using his left hand to caress her cheek lovingly. “Just don’t wanna be a bother to you…” She mumbled, leaning her head into his palm. “You could neva’ bother me ya numpty. I love you after all don’t i?” He chuckled. She blushed at his words, she had been together with him long enough to figure out some of the slang he used when referring to her or other people. Right now he called her a lovable moron, some people could get offended but they loved lovingly insulting each other, just part of their love language really.

“Alright, you get some sleep yeah? Otherwise yer gonna miss that beauty sleep of yous.” Hazard said, about to get up from the bed to give her some alone time, only to be stopped by a hand quickly latching onto his wrist. She winched a little bit at the sudden movement again, but nothing was going to stop her from speaking her mind. “Wait, please. Could you.. stay with me hun..? I just.. I don't wanna sleep alone, and I need your company..” She asked quietly.

“You know I could neva’ say no to you.” He slowly and carefully climbed into the bed, thankful he had switched out his gun for his other cybernetic arm so that it would be less uncomfortable for her to sleep on. She smiled at him, and snuggled up beside him, his body a walking furnace, she felt so safe and warm beside him. He stared down at her, running his fingers through her hair to soothe her nerves. She looked up at him and motioned for him to lean down a bit which he did. Her lips slowly landed on his, giving him a long kiss goodnight. “Sleep well lassie.” “You too dummy.” - I TRIED!!! Please hazard lovers request stories so i stay motivated

[tojigasm]

dilf!jake went a lil too rough with reader and she whispers out the safe word

You feel heavy and airy, mind fuzzy and skin hot with anxiety as you feel Jake's hand come down to push your cheek into the ground again.

It had been fun at first, the uncommon roughness that filled his every thrust and that soaked into the foggy air surrounding you.

It felt almost as if the forest was closing in on you. With the sheen of sweat that covered your skin and the grip of Jake's hand in your hip – squeezing and pulling and mending your flesh – it felt like you were suffocating.

"J-jake," you choke, voice broken and hoarse from his hand that slipped from its place on the back of your head to the base of your neck, nailing you to the grass beneath you.

Jake grunts from above you, thrusting into you with a fever that makes you hiss as his cock spreads your swollen folds open. He's been fucking you so long you've grown raw and sensitive around his length, and you swear he can feel it.

"Yeah, hon," he plants a foot to the ground, new angle offering you a quick flood of release from his onslaught of hitched thrusts only for the pain to ride itself up your spine in a shattered cry that falls from your lips.

"Doin so good," Jake groans, releasing his hand from its hold on your neck to pull you down onto his cock, spreading the plush of your ass to watch your swollen folds grip the girth of him. "Christ, you're so tight."

Your head is still fuzzy with haze when his hand lifts and you choke on the air that floods your lungs. Your brain scrambles to remember your safe word admist the focus it holds on the sharp pain that rivets through your shakey legs and arms.

You remember it started with an 'o'

And you try, you really do. Tears spilling over your hot cheeks as you cry beneath him. Jake splits you as he sinks all the way into you with a huffed groan, and you yelp under him.

"Y'okay, sweetheart?" Jake stops, massaging his hands into the clammy skin of your lower back. You don't say anything, resorting to sharp pants and shakey sobs that wrack your body.

"Is daddy being too rough?" Jake asks, sliding a hand down your back gently. When you nod, chin wobbling as you break down in sobs, Jake's immediately pulling out of you and settling on his knees beside you.

"Whadda' need, baby?" He drops his head to meet your eyes, face still planted on the ground. "Tell daddy what you need n'he'll get it, okay?"

You shake your head at that, reaching a shakey hand towards him to grasp his larger that's planted on the ground beside your head.

"Please hold me." You sob, and Jake nods, immediately helping you into his lap, pressing your back into the rough of his chest.

He soothes you over, running his free hand up and down your back, arms, and thighs as you take deep breaths, squeezing his hand as you do so.

The quiet hum of the forest helps, letting your mind calm and relax in the warmth of Jake's hold.

"M'sorry, kid." Jake finally speaks, pressing a soft kiss to a knuckle of your spine. "Didn't realize I was being too rough."

You nod, letting your head drop back into his chest with a deep sigh.

"Needa tell daddy when it hurts–"

"I tried!" You cry, reaching a hand up to massage at the sore base of your neck and shoulders. "Could hardly speak..." You mumble, dropping your eyes to the ground.

Jake sighs behind you, and you both hear and feel it before he's pressing gentle kisses over the arch over your shoulders and the swell of your achey neck.

"M'sorry, sweetheart. Really am," Jake drops his chin to your shoulder, "Daddy'll be more careful next time." He runs the pads of his fingers down the palm of your hand gently, letting the movements soothe you.

As you start to relax, Jake runs his hand over the sore part of your shoulder, earning a jump and hiss from you.

He immediately puts both hands up and apologizes when you whip around, narrowing your eyes at him.

"M'sorry, m'sorry," Jake let's you relax again before trying to pull you back into his lap, and it's only when the sore pulse of the pain disapates that you let him.

He drops a kiss to the back of your head, whispering soft apologies and rubbing his hands down the soft of your arms. "I'm real sorry, hon," he turns to rest his cheek to the back of your head.

You nod under his hold, letting your hand slip to slink with one of his that's began to rub circles into your forearms.

You two don't fall asleep.

[milkywayes]

Top 10 Albums

I love this idea, thanks for tagging me @corpocyborg!!

Rules: List your top 10 favorite albums, and (if you want) include a brief description for why each one made it onto the list. Then, tag 10 (or however many you want, really) others to do the same.

I tag: @gammaraydeath @lilmissnatcat24 @tarysande @kalliesa @dulcidyne @jaina-lyn :)

These will be in no particular order because I can’t decide between them. In fact my list was way longer than 10 to start with, narrowing this down was painful

My 10 Favorite Albums:

stereo mind game - daughter every song on this album is an emotional gut punch. contains my most played song of 2023. daughter always delivers both impeccable lyrics and vibes but this album dethroned my previous favorite album of theirs with how earnest and atmospheric it is

west ryder pauper lunatic asylum - kasabian i’ve been listening to this since it came out in 2009 and i will never stop. no one does it like kasabian. banger of a concept album. also kicked off my teenage obsession with asylums and lobotomies? lol? don’t ask.

arkhon - zola jesus listened to this religiously as i was getting into mass effect and it will forever capture that feeling of a dangerous galaxy and hard choices, characters muddling their way through… if omega station had a soundtrack, this would be it for me

run with the silent wildflowers - raised by swans actually got a way longer album title but i just put the sub-title here lol. i listened to this forty billion times over the past two years and it still has me clutching my chest dramatically, every time. literally every song on this is a delicate masterpiece. mr eric howden where is your grammy

high violet - the national i can’t believe it’s been almost 15 years since this came out. whadda hell. anyway high violet remains their best album, not because their new stuff is bad but because you can’t beat perfection. listening to sorrow on loop as a kid while reading angsty stories was a formative experience

on dark horses - emma ruth rundle i actually wanted to put every ERR album on here but forced myself to pick just one. if ERR has just one fan it’s me, if she has no fans I’m dead, etc etc. i force everyone in my life to listen to her and i’m not sorry. i wish all music sounded like this

l.w. - king gizzard & the lizard wizard i’m obsessed with a bunch of songs on this… see me, ataraxia, static electricity… once in a while i’ll remember they exist and listening to them feels like what i imagine eating an edible with shrooms is like. idk i’m straight-edge but: tastes awesome and makes you see new colors.

lust for life - lana del rey it was so hard to pick my favorite lana album but i think it’s still this one. it has heroin, mustang, cherry and 13 beaches. iconic. if ride was also on the tracklist then it could probably kill me dead

wasteland, baby! - hozier as much as i love unreal unearth, the concept of wasteland baby! is unmatched. walking open eyed into the apocalypse with a smile on your face. as it was is still my favorite hozier song. goddamn

an end has a start - editors another formative one. i think i wrote my first fanfics to this as a soundtrack. it really captures something about the human condition… but in a rocky cinematic way.

[simplydannie]

Previous: Part 1 || Part 2

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After years being together, the twins have split apart. Veneer finds himself in the hands of familiar tiny friends, while Velvet finds herself surrounding by… Under Rageons.

Their troubles are just beginning as blood trickles from Veneers nose, and Velvet comes face to face with someone very familiar to the Troll kingdom.

“Ven? Ven! Ven up here!”

“Vels?” Was his first response when he heard his name be called. The Rageon tilted his head towards the thicket wondering where the voice was coming from…Nothing…He didn’t see anything. Pain shot up his ankle again, tears beginning to sting his eyes.

“OOW! Why does it hurt!!!” He clenched his teeth through the searing pain.

….Again the voice…

“Veneer!”

“Okay I better not be going crazy!” He called out looking around through the thicket again.

“Look closer numb rod!”

Squinting his eyes he saw it…saw them….Trolls! And not just any random Trolls….It was Floyd! Instantly the smile came back on Veneer’s face as he finally saw a familiar face. It had been days, days since he and Velvet had gone their separate ways. He spent the nights alone, not being able to sleep…and now, seeing the face of the small Troll caused his heart to swell with so much joy,

“Floyd! It’s you right? I’m not hallucinating or anything? I’m not going crazy?” Veneer had to blink twice.

“How in the world did you end up down here?” The small Troll flicked his hair around a tree branch, swinging his way down next to the Rageon.

“ Oh my gosh, looooong story. I saw this big thing chasing this little hurt thing like it wanted to eat it. So I came in, grabbed it, ran off, patched it up, kept running, and fell down here…huh, guess it wasn’t that much of a long story.”

John Dory and Branch swung down to join their brother. Getting close, Branch examined the Rageons ankle, poking at it with force, “Ow! Hey!” The Rageon cried out.

Branch couldn’t help but smirk at the Rageons pain, “Yup, it’s broken.”

“Broken?!” Veneer’s breathing increased as his anxiety began to kick in, “Oh no, no, no, no, not broken! I don’t do good with broken things!”

“Woah, woah, woah, chill.” John Dory waved his hands, “We just need to get something to hold it together is all. Once we do you’ll be able to kinda sorta put some pressure on it to make the trek down to Woodstock Tavern.”

“Woodstock whadda?”

“Woodstock Tavern. Small Bergen and Troll facility a little away from Bergentown. Kinda the halfway point between here and Rageous. Wait…” Floyd glanced around, “Where’s Velvet?” At the mention of her name Veneer grew stiff and cold…

‘I wish that stupid sickness would’ve just killed you!’

‘I HATE YOU VENEER!’

…Her hurtful words still ringing in his head ....Yet, he missed her. He wondered if she was okay…He hoped she was okay.

“....We went our separate ways after they released us…well, practically banished us from Mount Rageous. And Velvet didn’t want to go back home…”

Floyd's glance softened as he laid his eyes on the Rageon, a small hand being placed on his boot, “...Why didn’t you go back home yourself?”

“....I don’t know….I guess I was afraid too? I mean, ALL of Rageous would know what we did…and the under-city is not as charming as Mount Rageous. Besides, I don’t think I was ready to face my dad yet…And I KNOW he’d go crazy if i showed up and not Vels. I know he’s out looking for us right now..”

Branch cocked an eyebrow at Veneer, “You make it sound like your dad is the godfather or something.” The small troll chucked.

“...Hm. Yeah! I guess you can say he kinda is! I mean, we had LOADS of money, even for Under Rageons!” The Rageon tone was light, happy even, not really seeing the problem with what he had just said to Branch. He and John casted a side eye towards each other…Okay, what were these kids REALLY? As their thoughts consumed them they were distracted by the sudden sound in the thicket. Floyd rummaged through twigs and branches big enough for the Rageon.

“AH-HA!” He declared pulling two pieces of bark that were big enough, dragging them across the ditch towards Veneer, “You’re gonna have to make yourself a splint.” Using his hair, he tugged on the vines that hung in front of the trees, causing them to land with a big plop next to Veneer.

He took the materials in hand, “A splint? Never really made one before.”

“It’s easy. I’ll guide since my hands aren’t big enough for me to do it for you bud.” Floyd smiled.

“Wait, are we bringing him with us?” Branch asked.

“Of course we are! We can’t leave him out here with a broken ankle.”

“Floyd. This is Veneer! May I remind you what he did to you three years ago!”

“Branch I know. But, he’s changed okay…We’ve been writing back and forth those three years. How do you think he knew how to find his way to us?”

Veneer looked between the Trolls as they bickered back and forth, his heart sinking a little bit, “....You know. I’ll just make my way back to Rageous…”

“What? No!” Floyd exclaimed. “I’m telling you how to make that splint…”, turning to his brothers he continued, “...and he’s coming back with us!”

…It still stung…

Oh boy did it sting. Veneer winced and clenched his teeth through the pain. According to the Trolls, the trek to Woodstock Tavern wasn’t as long as it seemed. They talked to him, hoping the get his mind off the pain, but in all reality, Veneer wasn’t really listening…He was too busy thinking about Velvet, thinking where she was, how she was…if she was safe. They had NEVER been separated. Like peas in a pod since birth…but that’s changed…it’s all gone. After what he did, she wanted nothing to do with him… In all reality, he really didn’t blame, sometimes he really couldn’t stand himself either…

The day seemed to drag on as he continued walking through the pain of his broken ankle, a sweat beginning to break at his temple. Veneer felt like he would faint at any moment…I’m gonna die out here, he began to think..

“Here we are!” John chimed as they neared an entrance. Rows of bushes and high trees surrounded the entire area forming some sort or barrier. Inside Veneer could see the lights, hear the sounds, and smell the foods…his stomach began to gurgle. When was the last time he ate? Shoot. He didn’t remember. “Come on. Let’s get you some real medical attention before you end up passing out on us.”

“I aint gonna passhhh out.” Veneer slurred as his body swayed back and forth.

“Woah, woah! Hang in there Ven. Come on just a tiny bit further.” They all coaxed the Rageon to continue forward. His legs felt like they were about to give out, a sweat breaking down the side of his head…it hurt, it began to hurt so bad. The splint could only help for so long. They were near the town infirmary when Veneer’s leg gave it…He tumbled to the floor like a pile of bricks. A Bergen walking by was able to catch the Rageon just before he hit the ground….

…..He awoke with slight throbbing in his ankle. Opening his eyes, he blinked around at his surroundings, his vision slowly coming back in.

“...Woooaahhh…My head is killing me.” He reached up, touching his head; a panic came to him… His beanie! Where was his beanie? Sitting up, he frantically looked around the infirmary bed.

“Chill man. It’s right there in the drawer next to you.” Veneer turned to find Branch leaning up on the window sill. Looking towards the drawer Veneer saw his beanie, grabbed it and put it back on…a sense of relief coming over him, “Separation anxiety or what?”

“....It .... It was my dads. Kinda keeps me close to him and connected in some small way…” Was all the Rageon said, fiddling with the corner of the bed sheets. Branch frowned, allowing for a few moments of silence to pass between the two. Throughout the small time he had seen the Rageon again, there were things he was learning about him, one being perhaps he wasn’t the stuck up, snotty, pretty boy he had met back in Mount Rageous three years ago.

Finally Branch broke the silence, “....Why did you and your sister go your separate ways? I can imagine you two were inseparable.”

Veneer was silent…but only for a moment. His eyes were distant as he stared at the walls of the infirmary, “....She’s angry with me…Angry for outing us like I did at the Rage Dome….If I were her I’d be angry at myself too…” His voice was so soft, nearly a whisper. The small Troll had to lean in to hear what he was saying.

“...That’s why she ditched you?”

“...I don’t blame her…I probably shouldn’t have done it that way…”

“Veneer….You told the truth. You told the truth in front of thousands of people! That….That takes guts. To admit when you're wrong, to face the consequences… I don’t know about your sister…but now that I look back at it, I see now it was brave. You finally stood up for yourself. Floyd was proud, you should be too kid…”

…a warmth spread across the Rageons chest as he looked at Branch with a smile…. Veneer didn’t think those were the words he needed to hear. All this time, even during their time in prison, Veneer thought he had done wrong by exploiting him and his sister…Never once did he think it as brave… Does that mean he was brave after all? A tender moment passed between them, Veneer looking at Branch with a soft smile…That’s when the blood trickled from his nose…Branch blinked, a look of worry crossing his face as he looked at the bleeding Rageon.

“....Ven?” He began to say.

Veneer felt the liquid coming from his nose. Taking his hand he wiped at it, bringing it back to see the fresh dark blood…

“....Oh no….” He murmured.

…..Velvet couldn’t see where they were taking her….

All she heard was the sound of the vehicle whirring through rocks and rumble. Her breathing grew heavy under the sack they covered her with…What were their intentions? Why did they need to take her? She tried planning her next move…planning how she could escape these idiots.

Velvet could feel the atmosphere change… She began to smell something aside from the motor oil that dripped from the vehicle. She could smell….food? She also began to hear the sounds and echoes of other vehicles, music, more voices…Where was she? Where had they taken her? Velvet could feel the car twist and turn as it began to slow down…making its way to a halt.

“Let me go! Assholes!” She called out as she began to struggle more and more.

“Feisty. I like it.” Swiv smirked.

“I don’t know what you want, but you’re not getting anything from me!”

“...W-why are we bringing her here again?” Skeet asked with a curious look on his face.

“Because the boss is going to be interested in this. Get her out!” He commanded the Bergens who were with them. They went around to the back to grab her, gently placing her on the floor. They untied her hands and feet, then took off the sack covering her head…

WHAM!

Velvet kicked both Bergens in the crotch, causing them to limp over in pain….She took off running.

“Idiots! I said get her out! Not set her free!” Swiv screamed. Velvet didn’t make it to far before she felt something wrap around her legs. THUD. She fell to the floor and began to be dragged backwards.

“What the hell!” She screamed, she looked at her boots and saw to black, decorated serpents hissing with a firm grasp around her ankles…. Gorgen serpents. She followed the body of the snakes and saw they were attached to the head of a female Gorgen…her hair black, he skin an ashy gray.

“Where did you think you were heading off too?” The female Gorgen smirked.

“...Bitch..” Velvet muttered under her breath as the snakes continued to coil around Velvet pinning her down.

“Nice Demetra.” Swiv smiled, “Thought you’d be able to get away.”

“Whatever. Just do what you need to do. I’m done and just want to get the hell out of here.” Velvet muttered.

“....Baby girl, you think we want to hurt?” Swiv arched an eyebrow.

Velvet looked at them curiously, “...No?...Then why the hell did you put a sack over my head!”

“Just a precaution. We tend to keep this place secret from outsiders.” Demetra recoiled her snakes back to her hair, her violet eyes still on Velvet.

“...This place? Okay, where the hell am i?” She stood up, crossing her arms.

Swiv turned her around to look at the sights set before her…a save…it was a city within a cave…A giant huge cave…

“Welcome to the Grotto. A city built from those who were able to leave Rageous. Also a refuge for Bergens who don’t want to live the stupid way Bergens live now…that whole new rule about Bergens not wanting to eat Trolls.”

“The Bergens back at Under Rageous don’t follow that rule….They eat whatever they want…Even stupid Trolls.” Velvet exclaimed.

“Ya, but they slaves to those damn Under Rageon breeds. No offense.” The Bergen glances at the Rageons.

Velvet grew impatient, “Can you just tell me why the hell am i hear?!”

“Oh my dear, it’s that talent of yours that is precious.” A voice spoke. From behind them appeared a Bergen, older, female, yellow eyes and purple skin. She had probably seen better days…

“Yeah? And who the hell are you?” Velvet crossed her arms.

The female Bergen smirked, “Well, like you, I used to be at the top. The best of the best at the Berge castle…their chef…back when we could eat those stupid little monsters. But I see now eating them is not the answer…No, that’s where you come in my darling.” She smiled, “You can call me Chef…. What do you say to hunting down Trolls again my dear?”