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simon riley « @designedparadigm » made an offering; "Don't even try to get up." (Ghost) 「 prompt. 」

Danny had never dealt too well with sitting still, or in this case laying down. A far too familiar restless energy crawling beneath his skin, making him want to claw at his own skin and dig till his fingertips would be covered in his own blood and he was reduced to nothing but a gory mess of raw skin and dripping crimson.

However he wasn't alone.

And so teeth were gritted and a huff left split lips, the noise purposely loud enough to be heard by the other, as childish as that might seem. The words spoken by Simon rang far too similar to an order than anything else and Danny found himself raising a brow. " Oh ? Or what ? Ya going to tie me to the couch ? I'd love to see you trying that. " Guess even in such situations, he still enjoyed being an impertinent asshole.

It was then that he tried to sit up. A mistake. Searing pain bringing forth a hiss. " Fuck. " One of his hand coming to press against part of his stitched up abdomen, feeling the wet fabric under his palm. Just his luck.

[strawberryfairi]

Synopsis🌹: After discovering a strange yet alluring red book in a boutique bookstore, you find yourself sucked into a strange world, where all of your inner most desires exist…

Pairings: Wakasa Imaushi X Musician! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Author AU, scifi, Musician! reader, reader is a talented nerd, smutty (slow burn) romance, tiny doses of angst, adventure, futuristic city, magic?, !!sexual tension!!, etc (just find out the rest, lol)

w.c: 4.2k💠 Released: November 3

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A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Lowkey the ending of this chapter...idk like it's kinda not giving to me idk. Like it's ok but it's not at the same time. I'm probably just in my head😭 But anyways I hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Also, the smut is coming very soon so don't worry....gotta love a lil "slow burn"😈

C.W: None

Tags: @nixalozt @lilthana @wakasaishot

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𝟔 || 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

The scent of old wood and a faint metallic hum filters through your foggy mind as you stir. Slowly, your eyes flutter open, met by the dim glow of muted blue and purple neon lights seeping through the cracks of a wooden ceiling.

You wince as you shift into a sitting position, a dull ache spreading through your limbs. Your fingers flex against the cold, hard surface beneath you. You're lying on a white floor.

"I'm gettin' tired of waking up in random places like some drunk..." You grumble under your breath, massaging your lower back with a hand.

As you move, something warm slips off your shoulders—a blanket quilt that must have been thrown over you while you were unconscious. Confusion gnaws at you. Simultaneously, you hear a small thud on the floor right next to you. You shift the blanket off of you, noticing that same purse from the first time you were here is next to you. 

You grab it, checking the contents like before. 

This time, it's different. Yes, there's a handy lipgloss and liner, but now there's an actual wallet inside. 

"Where the hell were you when that robot was all up in my face...?" You grit out, narrowing your eyes as you snatch the wallet. 

It's sleek, and actually metallic which is strange to you. Leather is usually the go-to for wallets back on earth. Metal is mind blowing. There's an ID inside, your picture and a citizen number like that cyber police bot was asking for. 

Citizen ID: 1186-25

It shows your status as immigrant, your sex, it even somehow has your birthdate on it too. 

How is this possible?! 

A slight unwanted panic begins to rise in your chest, but before it can fully take hold, the sound of muffled footsteps reaches your ears. Your head snaps towards the source—a door just beyond the workbench, cracked open with the words "Employees Only" etched into its wood in fading silver paint.

Then, the door creaks open fully now, revealing a tall figure in the doorway. For a split second, you tense up, but then you catch sight of his face—a kind face. The man standing there is older, though not elderly, with gelled back dark hair that has a striking silver streak running through the front. His lavender-colored eyes, oddly familiar, were filled with concern.

"You're awake," the man says, his voice low but gentle. He takes a step forward, hands raised slightly as if to show he means no harm. "You had me worried. I found you passed out in the back here, but there weren't any sign of injury, so I figured I'd let you rest."

You blink, the fog in your mind beginning to clear as you take in your surroundings. The room around you is small and cluttered, filled with what looked like old tools, spare parts, and strange devices you don't recognize. There's an unmistakable smell of dust and the faint hum of something electronic, though not in the modern, sleek sense you've become used to in Neon City. Everything here seems...dated, though not necessarily from your world.

"Where am I?" You ask, your voice raspy from the lack of use.

The man smiles softly. "You're in my shop. It's called 'Echoes.' I deal in musical instruments, sound systems, and the like."

"Is this...the underground?" You ask cautiously.

The man lets out a hearty laugh, "No, but I can see why you'd think so."

"So, I'm in Neon City?"

"Yup. You're on the Lower East side of the city." He nods, "You must've had a crazy night."

"I definitely did." You chuckle, recalling the events of the last time you were "dropped" in Neon City.

"Well, feel free to look around if you're feeling up to it. Take as much time as you need."

You smile lightly, genuinely appreciative of his thoughtfulness, then nod. "Thank you."

You stand and make your way out of the backroom, stepping into what was clearly the main area of the shop. As soon as you cross the threshold, your breath catches in your throat. The space before you is a literal treasure trove of musical artifacts—some familiar, some utterly alien.

Shelves line the walls, crammed with instruments and sound equipment. Old record players with intricately detailed designs, boom boxes that looked half-scrap and half-art installation, and microphones that seem to shimmer with a life of their own.

Curiously, you wander down an aisle, fingertips grazing the objects as you pass. A sleek, silver device caught your eye—it looked like a cross between a violin and a guitar but had no strings. Instead, it hums softly when you pick it up, vibrating beneath your touch.

"What is this?" You ask aloud.

The shopkeeper, who had followed you out of the back, smiles faintly. "Ah, that's a Virelax. It's a stringless instrument—well, stringless in the traditional sense. It uses sound waves to produce music. You control the pitch and tone by adjusting the frequency with your hands, like so." He demonstrates, running his fingers over the air just above the device. A soft, ethereal melody began to play, the notes shifting with each subtle movement of his hands.

Your eyes widen with a gasp. "Woooow!"

The shopkeeper chuckles. "It's one of the newer instruments in my collection."

You set the Virelax back down carefully and continue exploring, your heart filled to the brim with excitement. You come across a large, circular object with glowing blue orbs embedded into its surface. When you touch one of the orbs, a deep, resonant bass note echoes through the shop.

"Oooo! What's this one?" You ask, intrigued.

The shopkeeper nods appreciatively. "That's a Tymbrys. It operates on a similar principle as percussion but it's entirely digital. Each orb represents a different frequency, and you can create complex rhythms by pressing them in sequence."

"Ha, an electric bass..." You murmur with a grin.

Your fingers dance over the orbs, creating a spontaneous rhythm that pulses through the air. You grin, momentarily forgetting your confusion and the strange circumstances of your second arrival. For now, you're completely lost in the world of sound.

As you move further into the shop, something else catches your eye—a large object in the center of the room, partially covered by a thick, dusty cloth. There's something about its shape that tugs at your memory, something so familiar. Without thinking, you approach it and slowly pulled the cloth away.

You gasp loudly, your eyes sparkling with excitement. It's a concert grand Steinway & Sons piano!

The sleek, black surface is worn with age, but the instrument is unmistakably from Earth. The keys, though dusty, gleam faintly under the neon lights, and for a moment, you can almost hear the soft hum of music that had once been played on it.

The shopkeeper appeares beside you, his brow furrowed in curiosity. "That's an odd one," he remarks. "I found it many years ago, though I never could figure out how it worked."

You can't help the small giggle of amusement at his deep wonder of the instrument. "It's a piano," You inform, your voice soft with reverence. "It's from Earth; where I'm from. An acoustic instrument."

"Earth..?" He murmurs with furrowed brows.

"You can get real interesting with the keys—that's another name we call it. You just press down on the keys and there's—have you never thought to try it?" You ramble, thoughts coming out a mile a minute.

The shopkeeper chuckles at your burst of enthusiasm. "Of course not. I didn't know what it was."

"No no, I feel that. That's valid." You nod. If there was a strange object as huge and heavy as a concert grand piano, you'd leave it alone too.

"Can I...?" You trail off, pointing towards the pretty instrument. 

"Please. You're the expert." He raises his hands in surrender. Without another word you go and take a seat on the piano bench, adjusting your skirt as you do. You sit there for a minute, grazing your fingers along the keys before finally striking the first note, and slowly building a song.  As your fingers get accustomed to the new chord changes your heart makes up, some lyrics begin to follow after, meshing with the melody line you made.

The shopkeeper's eyes widen in awe as the music washes over him. "Incredible..." He murmurs under his breath. Nearly stumbling in the process, he goes and places his hand on the holographic panel by the front door of his shop. The door slides open, and the neon sign that say "OPEN" flickers to life.

The sound filters out for the outside world to hear. Almost instantly passerby's stop in their tracks. The citizens of Neon City are accustomed to synthetic, electronically produced music. The natural, acoustic sound of the piano is foreign to them—alien, yet captivating. One by one, people begin to gather outside the shop, peering through the windows to see where the strange sound is coming from.

As you play, more and more people gather until there's a large crowd, their faces pressed against the glass, eyes wide with wonder. Some even venture inside, drawn by the unfamiliar yet beautiful sound. Soon, the whole shop is filled with a crowd, all listening in rapt silence as you play. You aren't sure how much time's gone by when your hands finally slow to a stop, your right foot on the damper pedal creating a soft resonance from the last chord you played. And the, as you lift your hands from the black and white keys, a roar of clapping and cheers nearly makes your heart leap out of your chest. You turn around, just now noticing the crowd that's formed. There's strange looking phones out, recording still or just finishing up as others continue to cheer for you. 

Your cheeks warm from the praise. It's something you've never been able to get used to even after all these years of performing. It's crazy having so many eyes on you, so much attention. But it's heartwarming nonetheless. 

The people begin to disperse, going back to their regularly scheduled programs. You fiddle around haphazardly with the keys some more before the shopkeeper makes his way over to you with a warm smile. 

"Here," He says, handing you a small handful of what you could only equate to reddish pink, gem-like coins. "You put on quite a show earlier, something I've never seen, and I figure you need something to eat after that. Consider it a 'thank you' for...whatever that was." His expression softens, and his tone takes on a more serious note. "I haven't heard sounds like that in...well, I've never heard them."

You smile flattered as you look at the foreign currency in your hands. "Thank you, really. But... I don't want to take your money," You mumble, feeling both touched and conflicted. "I'll be fine."

The shopkeeper chuckles and shakes his head. "You're not from around here, right? Look, let me help out—it's no trouble, really. Just a couple credits for a bite. And who knows, maybe I'll see you around again."

After a moment's pause, you smile gratefully. "Alright...thank you so much." You clutch the "coins" in your purse, glancing back to give him one last appreciative look before stepping out onto the streets.

In the morning light, the streets look almost ethereal. The glow from the enormous holographic ads seemed less intense in the sunlight, more muted yet still mesmerizing as they pulse across towering screens. Large advertisements hover above the streets, holographic models and products being promoted by smiling faces and energetic gestures. A soft hum fills the air from the thousands of small mechanical parts working in perfect harmony throughout the city, powering its lights, transportation systems, and other technologies you could hardly recognize.

You wander down a broad avenue, marveling at the towering buildings that stretch up to meet a bright, cloudless sky. Many of the structures seem designed with metallic finishes, causing them to glint and gleam as the sunlight hits their polished surfaces. The streets are bustling with people of all different looks and styles. Many wear clothes embedded with tiny, flickering lights, some with holographic patching that changed designs as they moved. Others have more minimalistic but edgy styles, their eyes shielded by sleek, transparent visors.

Lost in the flow of the city, you let your feet carry you forward, absorbing each new sight. Vendors line the sidewalks, with food carts offering strange, colorful snacks that you can't even begin to name, and tiny drones buzz around, delivering parcels or providing live updates about city happenings. You feel yourself moving in tune with the morning vibe—a different rhythm from the nightlife you'd experienced, but captivating in its own way.

Eventually, your eyes caught sight of a small diner on the corner of a bustling intersection. Its design was a blend of sleek metal and soft, ambient lights, and a neon-blue sign flickered with the words "Circuit Diner." The place seems busy enough but not overly crowded. Through the large, clear windows, you can see customers seated in metallic booths with robotic waiters gliding past them, delivering plates of vibrant food.

Curiosity got the better of you as you push open the glass door, and the inside is even more entrancing than it looks from outside. The walls are adorned with minimalistic light strips that cast a soft glow, making the space feel both futuristic and surprisingly cozy. Screens play holographic images of abstract art that seem to move in time with a soft, ambient soundtrack playing in the background.

"Good morning, citizen," Chirps a robotic voice, and you turn to see a sleek, mid-sized metallic server gliding over to you, its faceplate reflecting your curious, semi-bewildered expression. "Welcome to Circuit Diner! May I recommend our most popular breakfast combination?"

You blink, unsure of what exactly a "breakfast combination" would entail here in Neon City, but nod nonetheless. "Uuuhh, sure, I'll try it."

"Excellent! Your order will be ready soon." The server says with a polite and chipper "beep" before gliding away.

As you wait, you take in the sight of other patrons around you. Some sat alone, scrolling on transparent screens projected from tiny devices worn around their wrists or in their hands, while others sat in groups, chatting animatedly about topics that sound damn near alien to you. You catch snippets about racing, new tech upgrades, trending styles, and names you don't recognize but file away, curious to learn more about this city that feels both familiar and otherworldly.

After a few moments, the robot server returns, setting down a tray with a strange yet appealing meal. The food looks almost too beautiful to eat—perfectly shaped and colored in a way that makes you wonder if it's meant to be eaten at all. There's a glass of ombre purple liquid that seemed to shimmer slightly, along with a small plate of neon-colored bites that look vaguely like fruit but don't smell like any you know.

Taking a tentative bite, you're surprised by the burst of flavors—sweet and slightly tangy, with a soft texture that melted in her mouth. You can't help but smile, savoring each bite and sipping the purple drink, which tastes like a refreshing blend of berries and mint with a hint of something you can't quite place, but it's amazing.

As you sit by the window, enjoying the quietness of your breakfast, you feel a prickling sensation on the back of your neck, an unshakable feeling that someone was looking at you. You glance outside, and your heart involuntarily skips a beat.

Wakasa stood there, just beyond the glass, his lilac eyes locked onto yours. A storm of emotions passed across his face—surprise, confusion, then something darker, almost like hurt or frustration. You can't look away, mesmerized by the intense gaze he had fixed on you, like he’d been searching for you without even realizing it. For a second, you forget where you are, that you're just two people in a bustling, neon-lit city; it feels like the whole world has gone quiet, leaving only the two of you in a strange silence.

Your heart began to race, and you quickly drop your gaze down to the table, hoping he didn't notice the flustered look on your face. But by the time you look up again, he's already pushing through the diner door, his steps quick and purposeful.

You watch, your nerves on edge, as he moves through the space with that effortless confidence of his, like he's barely aware of the way people turn to look at him. He scans the diner, eyes narrowing until they land back on you. In an instant he's at your table, his expression unreadable. A strange mix of irritation and relief, but his gaze is intense, like he has something he needs to say but can't quite find the words. You decide to speak your piece first. 

"Hey, Wakasa!" You smile brightly, "I didn't think I'd ever see you again-

"Are you serious? Where the hell have you been, huh?" He cuts you off, not at all interested in your little chit chat.

You're completely caught off guard, your face contorting into a look of bewilderment. He looks so genuinely upset, and you've never heard his voice come across so stern before.

"I-I was..."

"You-you were? Do you realize it's been three whole days? You had me out here searching for your ass thinkin' something happened to you! You got the audacity to be sitting here in your little cutesy ass outfit eating breakfast!" His words spill out in an uncharacteristic rant, frustration and annoyance evident in his tone. He shakes his head, glaring down at you as if you'd committed some grave offense.

You try not to laugh at the sight of him—the usually laidback, stoic man, standing in the middle of a diner, upset because he couldn't find you. It's actually sweet, in its own strange way. You can't help but mess with him a little.

"Well, yeah," You shrug casually, forcing yourself not to laugh too soon. "I mean, don't they say to always keep a man on his toes—"

"Don't play games with me," He snaps, his tone serious, though there was an edge of something softer beneath it. "You disappeared. Like a ghost. No trace, no word, nothin'. I thought—"

"Not you being worried", You giggle, hovering a hand over your smile, "Not you...caring."

You laugh out loud at the way his eyes narrow at you, his jaw tensing up as he tries to keep his annoyed expression. "You're pissin' me off..." He grumbles.

"I'm sorry! Ok, really, I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry." You reply, forcing the smile down so you can try and get serious. He only gives you a low grunt in response.

"You forgive me? Com'ere." You say softly, taking his hand and looking up at him with your best doe eyes you can muster. His scowl deepens, but it doesn't last very long. He sighs heavily, his shoulders relaxing just a little.

"Yeah, whatever." He glances at the seat across from you, then back to your beaming face. "You gonna let me sit, or am I just s'pposed to stand here while you finish eating?" 

You chuckle and scoot over, gesturing to the seat across from you. Wakasa takes a seat, still grumbling under his breath about how you're such a pain, but the relief in his eyes is unmistakable.

"You know," Wakasa starts, leaning back against his seat, "I've got a race later tonight. Pretty high-stakes one, too. How 'bout you come and watch me?"

Your eyes light up immediately, a spark of excitement unmistakable in your expression. "You want me to watch your race?" You couldn't even try to hide the enthusiasm in your voice. Last time he was so adamant about you not coming along to watch that kid Jaxon's race, now he actually wants you to go. 

"Yeah. I mean, you missed the last one," He replies, the corners of his mouth curving upward, almost like he's enjoying your reaction. "Figured you'd wanna actually watch a race this time." 

Another rush of excitement washes over you; after all, you'd heard Wakasa and even Benkei briefly talk about street racing and its wild world of high stakes and pride, and whatnot. So to be able to see Wakasa in action makes your heart race. You laugh lightly, "Yeah, for sure, sounds like fun. I'll be cheering for you."

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Why my name for that instrument (virelax) sound like a damn medication for people 60 and above with like 99 different symptoms that come with it😭💀 absolutely do not entrust me to name instruments🤡

[hollyofastoria]

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Aeris sucking Taniks' dick under the table in some backwater bar on the edge of the known universe. Both tipsy and making baaaaad decisions.

Have fun writing lesbians n have fun writing this eventually yeah 👍

I'm havin a fuckin blast and am on a roll, so I'm more than happy to oblige!

(Quick note- there's some dirty talk and mentions of extreme sadomasochism in here, but no worries, Aeris is very much into it. There's also a reference to an accidental mutual bond bite as well- dw about it :))

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Deep in the core of his still-beating heart, beyond the fog of the alcohol, Taniks sensed that this might have been a bad idea. 

It had started off more as a means of testing the limits of his new pet than it had been about testing the boundaries of what his sordid reputation allowed him. Get the Young Wolf under a collar under the freak’s own volition, start forcing him to do things that Taniks would sooner dock himself than ever even think about giving in to. Push his limits, break them through, drive him off so that they could go back to killing each other instead of…whatever the fuck odd sort of mateship the both of them had stumbled into. 

The problem was that the Lightbearer was genuinely into whatever fucked-up shit he threw at him. And this was no exception.

Under the table, the hot wet muscle of Aeris’s tongue pushed itself between the plates of his sheath, lapping eagerly at the soft flesh beneath. Taniks cursed into his drink, crappy old plasteel boards creaking as his mechanical toes curled, and forced himself not to buck forward as the human’s soft lips coaxed his swelling hemipenes out into the open, taking the intact one directly into his mouth. Another gulp of his drink settled him a bit, while the claws of his left secondary tightened on the leash leading to the guardian’s collar. He felt the slight bob of movement on the end, felt the soft puff of air as the human briefly choked, and then squeezed his eyes shut at the near-silent moan, the small hands resting on his thighs tightening as Aeris dipped his head further down his shaft. 

It wasn’t like he was sullying the bar’s reputation. This place was a shithole in every sense of the word; Taniks only ever went here when he was really desperate for glimmer, and every single time without fail, he was tempted to just burn it all down so he could watch the rat’s nest of society’s lowest scatter to the stars. Maybe hunt a few of the cockier mercenaries down, remind them why the services of Taniks the Scarred were worth such a high price. Toy with them a bit, then splatter their brains to bits against their pretty little ships, take them in to give to Eramis for her to play with. Or he could let them escape, let them think they were safe, and then called Eramis in to go play with them herself, give her something to do when she grew sick of playing politics.  

The Sol system’s worst, and he was its Kell. The thought amused him more than it should, and he chuffed into his drink as he set about fucking his pet’s throat. 

Others knew what he was doing, he was sure. The bar was dimly lit, and had that peculiar cocktail reek that resulted from a bunch of different species all mingling together to drink themselves sick, but that did not matter; all eyes were inevitably drawn to Taniks the Scarred. He’d come in with a Lightbearer on a leash in an unusually good mood, and that Lightbearer had mysteriously disappeared after a couple of drinks without a struggle. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where he’d gone, and the shitty little booths held nothing. He didn’t think it was fear alone that was keeping all but the drunkest of whores from looking over to his corner. Didn’t matter which Lightbearer it was. It was still a Lightbearer, and it was still Taniks, and he could honestly probably just start fucking him on the table for all to see and still get away with nothing more than a few odd murmurs here or there, or scandalized whispers from the exiled idiots still clinging to titles and glory rather than accepting the fact that they were seen as worse than scum in their old faction’s eyes.

Not like it mattered. Wasn’t like he was welcome anywhere anyways, apart from Eramis’s House. And he wasn’t keen to hear her lecture him on the dangers of fucking with Lightbearers 

Aeris pulled himself off of his intact hemipene to give his severed one some attention, mouthing at it with those soft, fuzzy little mammal lips while trying his best to stick his tongue down the hole in his shaft- something he’d been doing more recently, like he was trying to fuck the seminal channel with his tongue. Taniks grunted, and kicked him in the ribs to get him to move back to the intact one, more interested in easy pleasure than trying to process if he liked the oddly electric sensation it gave him. Sticking a cold metal rod down its length to keep the passage dilated was a very different sensation than someone sticking their tongue in it, while the tight hot pressure of Aeris’s throat wasn’t far off from fucking a nice tight cunt. Maybe even better, because he could make him choke on it, and he knew that the little freak would rather asphyxiate than stick a knife in his thigh and call it quits. 

The server- a Vandal clutching a serving platter like it was his lifeline- came over to his table, practically reeking of fear. Taniks considered shifting his leg to better hide what Aeris was doing to him, but the alcohol burning in his blood told him otherwise. Instead, he just cocked his head and lounged back against the wall, chuffing in amusement as he felt Aeris’s throat convulse around him at the movement, his useless little human claws scrambling against his thighs. 

“Fuck do you want?” He grunted, baring his teeth; he’d unlatched the lower part of his helm so that he would be able to drink, and it showed off his mandibles quite nicely. The mark that Aeris had left on the side of his neck remained hidden by a mixture of his mantle and his scarf; he didn’t want anyone to know that this was anything more than an act of humiliation, instead of the alternative, which was that it was an act of humiliation that occurred after being bound together by a mutual fuckup. “I didn’t call you over, now did I?”

“I-I have come to ask if you wish for more drinks. And-” A hard swallow, the vandal’s eyes darting back to the bar- “and to request that you take any relations you may be having to your ship. Respectfully.”

Taniks cocked his head, then made a show of looking under the table, to where his pet knelt between his legs. Aeris’s ether-blue eyes stared back up at him, half-lidded with drunken arousal and teary from his choking, the collar around his throat doing a fine job at covering the mating-mark marring his neck. He was suckling at the head of Taniks’s cock, each pull sending a pleasant tingle of heat flushing through his abdomen, and the hard line of his own cock was clearly visible through the tight civilian pants Taniks had told him to wear, the fabric darker near the tip. It was a pleasant sight, and the rush of power that surged through him paired well with the alcohol. “Why? Want to join him?”

The Vandal’s eyes dipped down on instinct, and then shot back up, a fearful chitter sounding in his throat. Whether it was because he recognized the human playing with his hemipenes, was appalled by the state said hemipenes were in, or was just terrified at the thought of letting those teeth come close to his own pricks, Taniks wasn’t sure. Didn’t really care either. “N- you’re scaring the other patrons.”

“You can fuck his ass if you want.” Taniks continued on as if he hadn’t heard him speak, jerking on the leash to yank Aeris up further onto his lap, pulling him half out from under the table. Aeris choked, scrambling for purchase on Taniks’s thighs, but he saw the way his cock twitched in his pants as Taniks offered him to the server vandal, the colour of his cheeks changing the way that it usually did when Taniks was about to do something he wanted to him. In the back of his mind, the part that was still sober, he noted how funny it felt that he was able to recognize that now. “Good fucking luck getting off on him, unless you like sticking your pricks into fucked-out whores. I fucked him open last night, he’s still just as wet and loose as he was then. But I’m hardly going to judge someone for their poor tastes.”

He dropped his voice and leaned in closer, shoving Aeris back under the table. He went with a soft yelp, which Taniks fully ignored as he loomed over the trembling vandal. “Or you can give us more of what we ordered, and fuck off before I grab you by the muzzle and tear your head off your scrawny little body for wasting my time and ether speaking to you.”

The waiter got the point. He scrambled off like a scorch cannon had gone out under his ass, and Taniks leaned back in the booth again, pleased. There was a brief pause, and then Aeris’s mouth was back on him as soon as he got settled, this time forgoing his hemipenes entirely to lap at the entrance of his broodpouch, trying to entice it to unfurl under the hot, warm pressure of his mouth.

Taniks closed his eyes and indulged him, letting his body relax into the building pleasure. The din of the bar faded to a dull roar around him, made irrelevant compared to the sloppy sounds of the Lightbearer’s mouth on his cunt and the soft, short moans he made as he opened him up enough to fuck him with his tongue. The pulsing heat on his entrance barely did anything for him, and Aeris’s movements were getting sloppier and sloppier as the ether Taniks had consumed earlier began to come through in his slick, but the feeling of something warm, wet, and wriggling against his hole was still enough to make him think wistfully about how good it felt to be fucked by something.   

Maybe he’d show him his toy collection when he brought him back to the ship, or let him fuck him with that weirdly rigid stick of a prick. It wouldn’t do anything for Taniks, but it would be amusing to watch, and then he could fuck him again while he was still loose-limbed and shaky from it. Overstimulate him, see if he could make him fucked out enough to lose control of his Light again like he did last night, when he’d cried out and let out a charge of arc energy after he’d been too drained to come. Turn him into a crying, bleeding mess that would still beg Taniks for more, let him push him to his limits and still have it not be enough, because he was just as much of an outcast and a freak as the one who’d claimed him, and had found the second-best place Taniks could put him other than his final grave. 

Remind Taniks that he’d put the collar on him because he wanted the amusement of having the Lightbearer that killed him twice at the end of the leash, instead of the alien that he’d claimed in a rush of frantic, needy heat when he felt those blunt human teeth clamp around his throat in a mating bite, the only one he knew he’d ever get.   

He pulsed at the thought of it, and tugged on the leash without looking, not wanting to leak all over the chair despite the ever- present filth of the place. Shit was hell on his joints when it gelled up. Aeris coughed, but set to cleaning up his lengths with great enthusiasm, the moan in his throat sending a pleasant buzz up the length of his cocks as he licked them clean of precum.     

A different server returned when Aeris was throatfucking him in full; this time, it was a captain-sized Eliksni, and she wore the twisted sash of a sex worker around her hips. She placed the drinks on the table without meeting his eyes or looking at his toy, giving him a respectful nod; he returned it, albeit stiffly, and then leaned back against the wall, sinking into the hot pleasure radiating through his body as he slammed back their drinks- all but one. 

Now uninterrupted, the pulsing heat of the human’s throat around his intact prick built him towards orgasm quickly, and he rode it out with a low purr of satisfaction, rocking his hips in tandem with each bob of the guardian’s head. Heat coiled in his lower abdomen, aided by the alcohol, but it still wasn’t quite enough to tip him over the edge. Forgoing the leash and choke collar entirely, he grabbed Aeris by the hair, then forced him down til his nose hit his sheath- and then, as the human spasmed and choked and gouged his blunt nails into the sparse skin still left on his thighs, he came down his throat, holding him there until his dicks stopped pulsing and Aeris’s lips were starting to turn blue. 

He could tell he wasn’t quite finished, not yet, but the rest of it could wait until he was back on the ketch. He hooked a claw under the collar, then pulled his pet up into his lap, not bothering to check if Aeris was still breathing. Not that it mattered much, he supposed, but he still was, and he came willingly, if not with great effort. As soon as Taniks released his collar, he collapsed against him, panting; there was come and drool tricking down his chin, with more gelling up in his hair, and his blue eyes were distant, staring at a fixed point that Taniks couldn’t see. Bruises dappled his neck, with some bleeding scrapes from where the barbs of the choke collar had dug into his skin, and his lips were puffy from the barbs of his cock raking over them. But the most damning part of the picture- and the one that amused Taniks the most- was the wide wet stain at the crotch of his pants, as well as the conspicuous absence of his erection. 

“‘Course you’d come from me using you like that, you filthy little whore.” He raked a claw through the jizz in Aeris’s hair, resisting the urge to groom it out, then held the last of the alcohol to his mouth, a fruity little ether fizz that probably made up more of a drekh’s rations than what half of them in the bar would ever get in a moon cycle. He could feel their stares from here, but he didn’t bother to look up, even though all of them scrambling to look busy would have made for quite the amusing sight. “Drink. Don’t want to insult our lovely patrons.”

Aeris drank. He downed the whole thing with the same foggy, distant look in his eyes that he had when Taniks had pulled him onto his lap, which was enough to tell him that whatever he was saying was falling on deaf ears. He chuffed at him, clicking his mandibles in mock-disappointment, then stood, dropping him off of his lap to jerk him towards the door. “Follow. This place was a waste of our time.”

The Lightbearer stumbled after him, and though he didn’t have much of a choice with the leash around his throat, Taniks liked to believe that he would have looked just as pathetic parading him around behind him otherwise. To the sex worker who served them last, he flipped a cube of glimmer, but he left nothing else. Their lives were payment enough, and they knew it. And as the other patrons watched them stumble out of the bar, staring after them with disgust and curiosity and revulsion and fear, he knew that what he had done was writ plain on Aeris’s face, marking him as his just as clearly as the collar around his throat or the scars on his neck. 

Taniks, the Scarred. Taniks, Guardian-Keeper. Taniks, Lightbearer-Tamer. 

He liked the sound of that. 

…So long as Eramis didn’t find out.

[massivedrickhead]

Love your fics. Can you do a bechloe 5 and 24?

I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to. I actually started writing it weeks ago, but then got distracted by other stuff and then started writing something totally different. I kept coming back to it because it's the last of the concerned/worried prompts from my inbox, but in the end I couldn't think of anyway to expand it beyond this.

So it's super short and feels a little unfinished, but this is all I could get out for this prompt, and I didn't want to just abandon it.

5. “Why are you crying?”

24. “Please open the door.”

Prompt taken from here.

Read on AO3

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“Chlo’?” Beca knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you okay? You shut the shower off like fifteen minutes ago.”

“Uh huh,” Chloe replied, sniffing. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Wait, are you crying?”

Another sniff. “No.”

Beca turned her head until her ear was pressed against the door, and she heard Chloe take a shuddering breath before the sounds of her cries got louder.

“Baby, can you open the door? I just want to make sure you’re okay,” Beca said. “I can give you some privacy if that’s what you want, but I need to make sure you aren’t hurt or anything.”

“I’m not hurt,” Chloe said, her voice sounding tired and strained. 

Beca sighed. “Please open the door.”

Beca heard the sound of the lock sliding back into place, and she gave Chloe a second before she turned the handle and pushed. 

Chloe was still wrapped in her towel and sitting on the tub's edge. The tops of her shoulders, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose were still red from the heat of the shower, and the mirror was still fogged.

“What’s going on, Chlo’? Why are you crying?”

Chloe kept her gaze on the floor as she sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “I just had a bad day,” she said. 

Beca’s chest tightened. “Did you…” Her voice trailed off, unable to ask the question.

Chloe shook her head. “But I want to,” she said. 

“Okay,” Beca said, stepping further into the bathroom. She crouched down so she fell in Chloe’s eyeline - she knew she wouldn’t be able to get her to look up right now - and the tears clouding her eyes made Beca’s stomach hurt. “What do you need?”

Chloe shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “A hug would be nice.”

Beca grinned. “I can do that,” she said. She stood up and let Chloe bury herself into her chest. It didn’t take her long to start crying again, and Beca pressed her lips to the crown of her head. “I’ve got you,” she said, softly. A hand rubbing up and down her back. Her skin was warm, and Beca wondered how hot the shower had been. 

“I’m really proud of you,” Beca said, once Chloe’s sobs seemed to die down.

Chloe scoffed and pulled away to wipe her eyes.

“I am,” Beca insisted. “You wanted to… To… You know, and you didn’t. And I’m proud of you for that.”

“I thought I’d be done with this by now,” Chloe said, accepting the tissue Beca handed her so she could wipe her eyes properly. “I didn’t realise getting better would be this hard.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re doing amazing,” Beca said. 

“I just… I wish I felt like it was working,” Chloe said.

“Give it time,” Beca said, her hands covering Chloe’s. “You’ve got a lot of healing to do, it won’t happen overnight.”

Chloe nodded. “I know. I just wish it would.”

“I wish I could make this easier for you,” Beca said.

“You already are, I promise.”

“I love you,” Beca said, pressing another kiss into Chloe’s head. “So, so much. Please don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t,” Chloe said. “I promise. And I love you too.”

[pinkvaquita]

*writes in your inbox*

It was sudden, unexpected.

For both of them.

It had been maybe four in the morning, the sun wasn't even starting to rise, and the air was cold, a simple breath looking like a cloud of fog.

A certain carbonated cookie hadn't been able to sleep, rolling from side to side on her bed as her mind whirred with thoughts, some not as sweet as others.

That stupid curly blonde with his stupid yellow eyes in his stupid uniform with his stupid goggles...

A clock ticked, stirring the cookie from her thoughts. It was five in the morning.

Grape Ade, gently setting aside the lipstick stained goggles she'd been holding for the last eight hours, trying to calm her boundless imagination, rose to her feet, and started on her way out of her room. Maybe she just needed a snack or something to distract her, to occupy her mind enough for it to stop obsessing over that, dumbass- so much.

Enough to finally let her get some rest, even if only an hour of sleep before she's woken by one of the other cookies, for some ungodly reason.

Walking through the halls of the building, slowly making her way to the kitchen, Grape Ade was staring at her hands, the soft taps of her feet against the solid floor barely numbing her thoughts.

Butter Roll, the cookie on her mind at this very moment, she almost swore she could hear his voice in the distance. Her mind could be playing tricks on her, though. She chose to reason with that idea, rather than believe he was up at this hour.

After all, the sound of his voice wouldn't ever leave her mind anyways.

She could feel her cheeks heating up as she walked, her hair beginning to bubble. It caused her to press her hands up to her face, hiding her face as she tried to settle her thoughts.

When she tilted her head back enough to look up, her eyes widened, just as she bumped right into a wall. For a moment, Grape Ade was stunned, stumbling back as her hands, still covering her face, stung from the impact.

Goddamnit.

She took a step back, taking her hands away from her face to gently shake them, lightly blowing on them as if that would fix the tiny indents in her dough.

With a small grumble, she rubbed her cheeks, her hair bubbling with frustration. She was so enamored with this man that she was bumping into walls, it was annoying beyond belief.

She was so enamored with him, that she didn't even notice the tap of boots against tile flooring as someone grew nearer to her.

"I can't believe this...I'm bumping into walls over a guy!" Grape Ade explained, as she held her hands out at that wall that dared to appear in her ways moments before. "...A really handsome and sweet guy...but still a guy!"

She growled with irritation, just about to punch the wall, until suddenly, she's tackled into another wall, pinned up against the solid surface.

Whatever air was in her lungs had left them, stunning her once more as whoever had pinned her obscured their face in her neck. Not like that helped them much, as their curly blonde hair was a dead giveaway to the carbonated cookie.

Alongside their buttery scent, the way they held her wrists, the feeling of a still warm oven mitt against one of her wrists, the slight view of their uniform under all their hair. It was obvious, at least to her.

"B-Butter Roll!" She exclaimed, further surprise filling her eyes as she tried to pry her wrists from the other cookie's hands. "Are you alright??- Did something happen??-"

"Stay still." Her eyes widened, Butter Roll's voice was firm, almost commanding, yet there was an underlying softness to it. It was odd, maybe a little worrying, but it's not like she knew what to say either.

Before Grape Ade could even say anything else, Butter Roll had lifted his head from her neck, revealing his dilated pupils, shaking like a pair of spinning plates.

His hands fell from her wrists, oven mitt discarded in favor of feeling her dough under both of his hands as he placed them on her waist. His hold on her was so firm that his chipped nails were almost leaving crescent shaped indents in her dough.

His gaze drifted away from her as he began to speak once more, as if he was embarrassed. "...What you've been saying the last few weeks, Grape Ade..."

The carbonated cookie could feel her heart skip a beat.

"...Are your words true?- Would you, truly let me do such things to you?..." The question was almost innocent, if it weren't for the context behind it, that Grape Ade knew all too well. Especially since the words the director was speaking of were her own.

But she didn't hesitate to respond, nodding rapidly almost immediately, watching as a bright red blush rose to his cheeks, spreading across his face.

For a moment, Butter Roll was silent, but that silence didn't last very long.

With a tiny, muttered, "good", he brought her closer to him, mashing their lips together as he closed his eyes. His hands trembled against her dough, fingers tapping against her sides in a rhythmic pattern as they kissed.

The carbonated cookie was frozen in place the entire time, her hair already bubbling as her face burned bright red.

He was kissing her! Butter Roll was kissing her!

When he pulled back, breaking the kiss, Grape Ade released a breath she didn't know she was holding, steam rolling off the top of her head as her eyes swirled. She felt dizzily giddy as her mouth hung open, like her head was spinning. Might have been the lightheadedness though.

"...Was that-" He had begun to ask, yet was cut off by Grape Ade as she firmly planted her hands on the sides of his head, her hands tangling into his hair as she tugged him back towards her.

Her parted lips crashed against his for the second time that hour, and the rest of the morning blurred together from there, with neither thinking much through.

Things only focused once, when they nearly got caught on their way to her room, but even then, that felt like a hazy memory in it of itself.

- *HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING* I FINISHED IT AISHDWAGHEIAHWEA WOOO

slkjdlkjslkadjklsajdklasjdlkasjk I ALREADY REATED TO THIS IN DM BUT DEAR FUCKING GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THAT EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD SEE IT

[salface]

tag drop 1 : basics

[venusandsaturnsrings]

man,,,, i just got finished blowing over this one scenario,,,,,,,,,,,,,, now im brainrotting over it so im gonna dump it to u lmao

based off that slasher au because idk whats wrong with me lmao

u are absolutely fucked in the head, u think. every book u read, every movie u have liked, its sickening u think how absolutely hot and bothered u get when a killer is involved, hunting down the protagonist like a wild hunter off to hunt its prey. rather than ur heart throbbing in anxiety, u know that it's something else completely when ur fingers go down and slip inside ur wet panties.

still, those were all in books, fantasy. harmless.

this? this is real.

an orange haired man grinning manically at ur quivering form, deep blue wild eyes staring straight at ur soul.

a rather shiny knife embedded at ur throat,,,

"well, well, what's a cute thing like u roaming around these dangerous parts at this hour?"

honestly if it wasn't for his other hand overlapping your trembling lips, u would have let out a moan. he probably thinks ur terrified beyond belief, scared with an inch of ur life.

he adjusts ur position, u being laid flat on ur stomach, the knife settling in front of ur throat as he straddles u from behind.

it was too much,,,, too much!!!

"i--are u wet?" the man said with incredulity in his voice before laughing at ur pathetic meals and whimpers. suddenly, u felt his other hand push aside ur soaked underwear and plunge his fingers deep with a loud squelch.

this time, u didn't held back ur moans.

"dirty, dirty, is this what u were hoping for?" he pressed himself closer to u and despite the hazy fog hovering over ur mind, u felt the distinct bulge of his large cock. with a grin u can't see, he nicked ur neck with the pointed tip of his knife, earning a whimper and squeeze of ur walls on his thrusting fingers.

maybe u will die after this but by god, it was worth it.

-simpy

this has been ROTTING in my inbox im so sorry to my beloved simpy T^T but i’ve been selfish with it… this is so yummy n so good n i wanna make a full proper ACTUAL fic for slasher childe like this bc murderous man x victim that’s into it is such a cute concept hehe… ermm for now pls accept my love n many thanks n i propose this as an idea:

being fucked by the handle of his knife <3

[papillon-mechant]

broken beyond repair| fwb!r.w. x reader|

word count: 1.9k

summary: maybe agreeing to a fwb relationship with the guy you’re in love with isn’t the best idea

warnings: smut (not a lot, just a small section) all hurt no comfort, subdrop

a/n: hi i’m finally posting something. this is the fic that i basically fully wrote in nani’s inbox a while ago lol, i decided i’m turning this into a little series, cause i’ve always wanted to do one and this is a good fic to break into parts. hope you guys like it :) (also italics is reader pov)

I’d have to be a total idiot to deny my feelings for Ron Weasley. I guess I’ve got what most girls don’t get with their crushes. Him, in my bed. Me in his. But it’s not the same, because it means everything to me, and to him, it means nothing. When I agreed to a friends with benefits agreement with Ron, I thought it would help suppress the feelings that I had for him.

I thought if I focused on the sex, I wouldn’t have to focus on the way my heart pounds out of my chest when he holds me after. I wouldn’t even say the feelings were the worst part. The worst part is hearing the way he speaks about Hermione, and having to act like it doesn’t feel like a hex to the chest whenever he brings her up.

You were currently half naked, laying face down on Ron’s bed, his hands palming at your bright red cheeks, pulling your body back against his with every thrust of his hips. His movements are eager, a heated force behind each one. A small pool of drool forms by your open lips, your face being pushed further into the pillow each time his hips snap against yours. Each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls has you fighting to catch your breath.

“S’so good ronnie.” You moan, arms reaching back behind you in a silent beg. He takes the hint, grabbing hold of your arms and pulling your back flush against his chest. He grunts in your ear, speeding up the movements of his hips as he feels you clench around him, chasing his orgasim as it built up right behind yours.

“Please let me cum.” You cry, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, moving one of his hands to palm at your tits while the other plays with your swollen clit, “cum for me Hermione.” He’s so in the moment, he doesn’t even notice his slip up. But you do. And it breaks something inside you. The coil in your stomach dissipates and now the feeling of him inside you is more uncomfortable than pleasurable. Your mind goes completely blank, a heavy fog settling over your brain. You don’t even realize he’s finished until you feel his body weight leave yours.

You can hear him redressing himself, but you don’t make any moves to do the same just yet. He laughs, a sound that usually makes butterflies burst in your stomach, but now it just makes you sick.

“Sorry about that little slip up y/n, but you’ve gotta admit it was kind of funny.” He cackles, placing a hand on your thigh, a normally welcome touch, but this time it almost feels like his skin is burning yours, so you flinch away. A look of confusion crosses Ron’s face, not just because you flinched, but because you still haven’t gotten up to get your clothes back on.

“Y/n, you okay?” He asks. You use all the strength you have to avoid letting the tears in your eyes fall, causing a strong burning sensation in the back of your throat. You lift yourself up, avoiding any eye contact as you walk around the room and collect your scattered clothes. Ron watches your every move, the same look of confusion still painted on his face.

“Y/n?” In hearing your name once again, you slowly lift your head, shrinking into yourself as your eyes meet his, “I asked if you were okay.”

You mindlessly nod your head, putting your clothes back on as your brain leads your body’s actions like a robot, no emotion, just focus on the task at hand.

“M’fine. I’ve got a potions assignment to get to, I’ll see you later.” That's all you say, all he can get you to say before you rush out of his dorm. Ron stands more confused than ever, because you both have the same potions class, and there was nothing assigned for this weekend.

Ron had gone the whole weekend without seeing you, and that was very unusual considering you two were almost always together on weekends. It was easier to sneak around, not many people walking around the halls at that time. On his way to the great hall for dinner, Ron stops by your table, disappointed when he doesn’t see you sitting in your usual spot. He spots Hermione, and knowing that she’s one of your roommates, he decides she’s the best person to ask for your whereabouts.

“Mione, have you seen y/n anywhere?” Without lifting her eyes from the book in front of her, Hermione shakes her head.

“Nope, she didn’t say a word to anyone when she came home on friday, and I haven’t seen her since.” Ron huffs in frustration, mumbling a quick “thanks anyway” before walking to find you. He thinks hard, racking his brain for any hint of where you could be. Then it hits him. Your favorite alone space, the astronomy tower.

Without thinking twice about the consequences, he pulls out his wand and apperates to the tower, not surprised at all when he sees you huddled in a corner, your knees hugged to your chest. He watches you from afar, taking in the lost look in your eyes, the way you toy with the hem of your sweater, the slight shaking of your body. He knows what’s wrong, he’s seen it before. You were in subdrop. Slowly, he begins to approach your small figure.

“Y/n?” A choked gasp passes your lips as your head shoots up at the sound of his voice. There’s a small, permanent pout across your face, and your eyes are bloodshot and swollen from hours of crying.

“Hi love.” He whispers. Wrong move. The pet name causes another choked sob to pass your lips. Your body starts violently shaking, your hands move up to your head, grabbing harshly at your hair.

Ron springs into action, running to your side and moving to grab your hands away from your head. But as soon as he tries to touch you, you flinch away. The same way you did that night at his dorm. A barely audible whimper of “no” leaves your lips, your body quivering away from his. The sight shatters his heart, he’s never seen you broken.

He’d seen you in pain, in a subdrop, but never like this. He always makes you feel better, he’s always there to bring you back. So what does he do, when you won’t let him?

special thanks to @ameliora-j for helping me write ideas for this fic :)

and as always thank you to my lovely moots: @thatsalexa4you @squishytomatoes @ronweasleysslut @myfictionaldreams @pretty-pillow-princess @pixiehollands @sunshinexhotchner @getawayfrommewerewolf @daphgreen444 @elysian-i @dr4cking @saintlike78 @sarahisslytherin @scarletslxt @dracodear @weaselbrownie @fairydxll @jamespottersbltch @malfoysstilinski @bellatrixscurls @mellifluousart @guinevererosa @fictionalcomforts @fqlkrore @chissmalfoy @peppers-analytics @nsuncatcher @letterstotheflre @draconisxcaput @carnationbasement @ronweasleysgf @gotkindabored @ameliora-j @ameliasbitvh (if we’re moots and you don’t see yourself on here plz lmk so i can add you to the list, it’s not on purpose i’m just dumb lol)

[ferociiumarchive]

simon riley « @designedparadigm » hung on the phone; ❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜ (Ghost)

          ↳ & more smut sentence starters.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. The familiar saying echoing in the back of Danny's mind even when it didn't exactly apply to whatever the two of them had going. And then again Danny was highly positive that whoever came up with such saying didn't mean this.

The ghostly mask forgotten on the ground somewhere near them. Trapped between the cold wall pressed against his back and the warm and solid body of the other man. His own skin usually cold to the touch now flush, much like the pale crimson dusting his features when another shaky breath was swallowed down. Fingers wiggling, the subtle flex of his wrist, his way of testing the grip Ghost had on them as he kept Danny's arms above his head. Pierced tongue slowly sliding across his own lips, over the cut left by the bite that draw blood from the other, hazel hues focused with their usual intensity on the other's gaze, except there was a fire roaring behind them, excitement clouding them. Taunting words on the tip of his tongue, words that never saw the light, forced to be swallowed back when Ghost's knee parted his legs apart, a thigh suddenly pressing against his clothed groin; against his stirring desire.

Fuck.

Heat ( . . . and was that need ? ) pooling and settling deep in his core, dragging something akin to a whine from his mouth as his head fell back against the wall, leaving his throat exposed. This. Gods, this shouldn't be happening. When did he falter, allowing the other to take control of the whole situation ? But most importantly why wasn't he fighting for it ? He knew why, however it didn't mean he was going to acknowledge it. A shudder. Was it a reaction from the words spoken or the feeling of the other's thigh pressing against him ?

Either way, Danny found himself taking a sharp breath, head lifted as his gaze was brought back to Ghost. Despite his current state there was a smirk upon his features, impertinent as ever. " You have to try a little harder if you want to boss me around. "

[mighteeone-manager-lee]

NO SPIN @ THE BVRN ALIVE EVENT

LIVE ON STAGE AT A CAMPFIRE NEAR YOU, STARTING NOW!

As of TONIGHT, the NO SPIN event is officially live! Summoned by forces uncertain to the survivors, the four (formerly) deceased members of k-pop sensation NO SPIN have arrived in the Fog. As they were headed to an interview anyways, they're ready to answer your questions and interact with fans while Yun-jin figures out what the hell is going on. She is, however, still available to take questions + roleplay in interactions related to and not related to the event!

The inbox is open for (from left to right on the final page) Sea [Park Seung-hyun), Kim Moon-soo, U-EON [Han Min-ho], and Ryu Yi-eun. And, for the love of everything, do not tell them about Ji-woon. Or do. Yun-jin would rather you didn’t.

|| OOC under the cut!

Beyond my eternal gratitude for everyone's support, love, and continued stream of interaction despite my needing a hiatus (you all are truly so wonderful), there are a few special thanks I have to give out. You know, like it's an award show. I was just so excited to start this event that I'm so overwhelmed with joy ;; Consider it my 2022 shoutouts as well to people who made my 2021 dear!

Beyond my eternal gratitude for everyone's support, love, and continued stream of interaction despite my needing a hiatus (you all are truly so wonderful), there are a few special thanks I have to give out. You know, like it's an award show. I was just so excited to start this event that I'm so overwhelmed with joy ;; Consider it my 2022 shoutouts as well to people who made my 2021 dear!

To V over at @idol-trickster: my dear affection and thanks for the friendship and crazy incredible all-kill conversations. Your direct and indirect motivation to work on this comic and keep my passion for the chapter and k-pop burning absolutely helped ensure that I finally posted this. V is such a behind-the-scenes staple of this blog and wonderful person that I cannot emphasize their contribution as an inspiration and companion enough. I hope you know how much I appreciate you, your muse, and having somebody as bonkers about these characters as I am to talk to ♡ thank you so much, hyungnim. love you loads!

To Quen at @adept-yui: THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME STEAL YOUR YUI FOR THIS! and in general thank you for being literally the funniest person and most efficient meme-maker I have EVER met. You are crazy talented and HILARIOUS and EVIL and you love torturing my little men GIRL HELP!! this event really does go out to you perhaps more than anyone else because you have kept me focused on it like only a wonderful friend and force for villainy could. it is in fact about drive it's about power we stay h

but for real, I love you, amami. that stupid no spin lightstick edit and I knew was in this crazy ask blog friendship for (no spin's) life. thank you for everything, there are no words for how happy you make me.

And to Kasu and Birb from @peacock-trickster and @susiezfuckdestjamz: your continued, insanely positive support and humor... has actually made me melt. On twitter for Kasu and tumblr for Birb, you both have genuinely almost brought me to tears for consistently interacting and being so damn sweet. You all were part of that vc and are 100% part of MY no spin of people mentioned here, my group of beloveds, I would not be posting this without the pure euphoria your support and pure delightfulness has offered me when I was unsure. You have pieces of my heart and all of my thanks. ♡ Nothing has gone unnoticed or unappreciated. Stay talented and stay gold.

Here's to a wonderful 2022 from mun Grey and muse Yun-jin at the MOMLee blog! Stay gold and one last deep thank you for sticking around. This year, I promise I'll pay it all back to you.

[reyski]

Can I get some domestic headcannons for link and his s/o?

 hi hi, thanks for being my first link request!

just a general note: ive got a lot of requests in my inbox but i promise i will get to each one of them!

link with a domestic s/o

pairing: link x reader (gender neutral) 

media: breath of the wild

content warnings: slight angst

➵ you and link had been in contact through most of the calamity, though he wouldn’t let you get anywhere close to the actual beast, let alone the castle, you were always writing. 

➵ of course you didn’t want to take up too much of his time as he was defeating the calamity, you knew that his dedication lay with retaking hyrule. however, you yearned for the day that you would be able to spend all your time with link, but you would have to be patient. 

➵ of course after the trials and tribulations of the last months before link was to fight the calamity you were a bundle of worry and nerves, however, link never seemed to falter. he went along with his training, taking down even the most vicious of beasts

➵ upon hearing of his success against the beast you felt like the fog over you had lifted and you rushed to find your knight. 

➵ you both decide together to leave link’s small house in hateno and find a place that was entirely free of any memories of the long battle. of course you would return to pay visits to everyone that you had become close with, but having your home be free of those memories was important. 

➵ link immediately takes up baking, he just loves a warm kitchen with the smell of pastries in the air. not only that, but the words of love that you grace him with after enjoying some of his treats is a huge bonus. 

➵ you had never really stopped to consider the privilege of being able to wake up next to someone you love, as you had never really had the time to do so with link. but even from the first morning of doing so you were absolutely hooked and promised yourself that you would never go back to sleeping alone. 

➵ every once in a while you and link travel to a nearby village or lodge to find a new stack of books to bring home for reading at night. link promises that one day he’ll go find some of the books from inside hyrule castle, claiming them to be the best reads.

➵ the simplicity of a shared bath is never beyond either of you, and you often find yourselves sharing one, washing eachothers hair and bodies. 

➵  just sharing a space with you is more than link could have ever asked for, he loves just existing in your presence as much as possible. 

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hey moon, have any thoughts on soft dom taehyun? <3

this has been in my inbox for so long i'm so sorry 😭

i feel like he definitely leans more into hard dom territory usually because there's just a special kind of appeal to it. he does dip into a soft dom space every so often, usually when you've had a hard day for whatever reason and you want him to fuck your bad feelings out of you without being to hard. his priority, no matter the role he's playing, is to make you feel good, so when he's in soft dom mode, he lays the praise on thick. calls you pretty, perfect, precious and tells you that you're so good for him and to him. pairs it all with light touches and even gentler kisses because he loves worshipping your body. he'll make you come as many times as you ask him to, watching completely mesmerized as you come over and over again, tears in your eyes and mouth open in silent moans because you've lost your voice and the energy to even try to make sounds for him.

and don't forget about the aftercare ☹️ especially after a really long, emotional session, he spends 10 minutes minimum holding you in his arms, cradling you against his chest. he smooths his hand down your back or through your hair, all the while whispering more praises to you. in a hard dom situation, he makes you thank him for his attention, but when he's served as a soft dom, he thanks you for trusting him to take care of you, of your emotions. it makes him so happy to be able to provide help like that for you. and when you've finally worked your way out of the fog, he carries you effortlessly to the bathroom and helps clean you up, not allowing you to lift a finger for any of it. he treats you like his little baby (because you are) and he goes above and beyond to pamper you.

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When Our Boots Wear Thin & Our Hearts Grow Heavy

Cobb Vanth

Part 1 - When The Suns Grow Low, The Fight Only Gets Tougher

Just before joining in on the battle for Mos Espa, the people of Freetown dropped their wounded, dying marshal off at Fett’s Palace. Fett quickly realizes that Cobb Vanth may be beyond the help of even a bacta tank. He needs outside aid- they all do. Centered around the S1E7 end credit scene. [5/5 chapters]

Part 2 - When Twilight Checks In, The Collars Pull Tight

Bray Ealdel, a close friend from Cobb Vanth’s past, returns to Tatooine under mysterious circumstances. For Cobb, it’s a chance to catch up on lost time. But Bray, if he plays his cards right, gets to keep his life for a little longer. [8/8 chapters]

Part 3 - When The Heart Outruns The Body, The Suns Clear The Fog

Pressured by his aging body and his tired mind, Cobb Vanth ponders stepping down from his role as the Marshal of Freetown. Other, more personal, matters take him offworld for the first time in his extensive life. The fire in his eyes hasn’t quite been stomped out yet. [14/14 chapters]

Part 3.5 - When All Is Right, The Suns Are High [INTERLUDE]

After a lifetime of fighting for freedom, Cobb Vanth has finally won his once and for all. With his health back on the incline, all that’s left is to settle down and embrace the fact that he can finally live his life the way that he’s allowed the rest of his town to. One-shot; series interlude. 18+. [1/1 chapters]

Part 4 - When The Suns Begin To Set, Life Finally Begins

Cobb Vanth has retired from his position as Marshal of Mos Pelgo and embraced the life he had given the people of his town. But after spending near all his years working himself to the bone, it’s hard to drop the habit. [2/? chapters]

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Battle Born | Tech & His Goggles

Tech

A collection of related one-shots based on a headcanon that Tech’s goggles help him to see. Lots of angst and sibling bonding included. (Non-canon compliant with Batch content that comes out after the first season).

The Lengths We’ll Go, The Heights We’ll Reach

Tech & Hunter

The kidnapping becomes the least of their problems, and now the Bad Batch is plagued with sorrow, regret, and the shadow of what could have been.

Take A Deep Breath, You're Home

Echo

A series of one-shots in which Echo finds his place in the Batch and comes to peace with his losses.

Solus Tome (Alone Together)

Fives

The Bad Batch brings Rex to the sunken remains of Tipoca City. Within her walls, they find a cryo stasis chamber- and, inside it, a fractured soul in desperate need of healing. Or, Clone Force 99 finds and adopts another traumatized reg.

Silence Is A Lonely Country

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The dead live, and Ian Malcolm bears that truth in the form of a grizzly wound on his arm. On the run across the wildlands of Central America, he and the others do their best to survive the beginning of the apocalypse.

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Once he gathers the courage to send the first letter, they begin to come in after each full moon, telling of tales no one would believe had they not seen the impossible with their own eyes.

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Let No Man Be Another's Who Can Be His Own

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Following Lord Beckett’s demise, Elizabeth Turner leads the Brethren Court in a series of raids against the scattered East India Trading Company. At first, it’s the smaller outposts. And then she leads them against a rather large establishment in West Africa. There, she finally learns how one Jack Sparrow wound up a pirate.

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let me be your ruler.2

Warnings: guns, dubcon, noncon, handjob.

This is a dark! fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Pairing: (dark!mob!) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You try to forget about Peter but he won’t forget about you.

Note: I hate that I am the way that I am. I wanted to keep this to two parts but you know me. 

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Drowsy in the afterglow of sex and alcohol, you fell quickly into a deep sleep. You didn’t even change before you sank into bed. You hardly recalled the elevator ride up or stumbling into your apartment and tripping around the shadows to your room. It was only a fractured journey from the car to your mattress.

You woke as your phone vibrated under your pillow. You must have buried it there before passing out. You groaned and rolled over as you dug it out. There were several notifications next to a single name; Peter. You thumbed through each message; written in the same tone as his voice. Demanding, without question.

‘Great night, Princess.’ ‘We’ll do it again Saturday.’ ‘Wear something nice.’ … The messages escalated smoothly from doting to commanding. It jolted you back to the night before, the way he seemed to just thrust you through the night. The dress, the drinks, the men, the guns…

You sat up, your panties crooked on your hips. You muttered and swiped away the messages. You weren’t seeing him again. You couldn’t. You had stuck your toe in too deep already. It was best to nip these things in the bud. Not to let yourself get dragged in so far you couldn’t see the surface. 

Peter was more than mysterious; he was dangerous.

You went to the kitchen and waited for the machine to grind as the scent of coffee filled your heavy body. You drank too much, did too much. You still felt Peter’s hand between your legs. It made your chest tight and your head spin. You looked down at your body, the red dress wrinkled and askew.

You left the coffee to brew and retreated to your room. You tore off the dress and your panties. You pulled on a cotton shirt and loose pajama pants. You stormed back into the kitchen and shoved the clothing in the bin. You snatched your phone from the counter and swiped up the lock screen.

‘Sorry, I don’t think this is going to work out.’ You typed. Your hand shook as you hovered over send. You heard Halle’s door and you pressed your thumb down. You looked up at her before you pulled up the block option.

“How was your night?” She asked as she inhaled the aroma of your morning ritual.

“Eh, you know, another dead end,” you pushed your thumb down and the conversation disappeared. “Just not my type.”

“Really?” She whined. “He seemed so nice. And he liked you so much.”

You blackened your screen and placed your phone face down. “Well, you know, things don’t always turn out.” You shrugged and pulled out a mug, “You want some?”

“Are you at least going to tell me about it?” She pouted. “And yes, lots of sugar.”

You poured her coffee and handed her the sugar dish. You frowned at how much powder she scooped into her cup but it was her most endearing trait. She knew what she wanted and she didn’t care what anyone thought.

“Uh, well, it wasn’t anything special. He took me to a party but… I don’t know. What kind of first date is that? Take me somewhere I don’t know anyone…” You ran your finger around the rim of your cup. “Maybe when I was younger but now.”

“You sound like such an old lady,” she snickered, “Oh my god!” She stood straight, “Are we old?”

“I am, but you’ll always be young at heart, Hal,” you rolled your eyes.

“So you’re not going to try a second?” She prodded.

“I don’t think so,” you cradled your mug, “He… hasn’t even messaged me back.” 

You hated lying but Halle had gotten you into this mess and you knew she’d harp on you for not even giving Peter a chance. But you had. He wasn’t what he seemed and you didn’t want to stick around and find out what exactly he was hiding.

“What?” She huffed. “Well, fuck him then.” She sipped from her coffee and her lips curved as she swallowed. “Wait, did you…”

“Hal, come on,” you snipped.

“Oh, fine, but you know, maybe if you got laid, you wouldn’t be so uptight.” She teased.

“Not this again,” you groaned and slid your phone off the counter. “You know what, I got work to do.”

“Uh huh,” she hummed as you turned to leave, “Work. When did you get so old and boring?”

“One of us had to,” you called back over your shoulder, “And we both know you’re never growing up.”

✨

Your phone was pleasantly still for the rest of the day. You felt a twinge of guilt having blocked Peter but then you recalled the men and their holsters. You found your mind drifting away from your work and your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you thought back. 

The company he kept added to the uneasiness in your chest. Steve was friendly but arrogant. The way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, what was it he introduced you as, “Peter’s girl”. And that man, Bucky. He didn’t seem too fond of Peter but the way he’d grinned at you, as if he knew something you didn’t. Well, he did, they all did. Your head stormed as you tried to figure out their secret.

You shook off the curdling paranoia and hunched as you squinted closer at your computer. You made yourself focus as you skimmed the tight font and added your suggestions in the margin. You sent off your edited draft as your stomach groaned; empty and churning from the acidic coffee.

You grabbed your phone and your mug as you stood. You checked the time. Almost noon. You grumbled and went back to the kitchen, thankfully empty as Halle had left for work an hour ago. You set your cup down and expanded your notifications. A single phone call from a private number and a new follower on your mostly empty Insta.

You opened the neglected app and hit the notification. The profile was emptier than yours. the profile pic was just black and there were no posts. The name gave you no hints as it was obviously generated by the site. 

You went back and a comment popped up on the picture of your and Halle at last year's winter market. ‘Gorgeous, Princess.’ You read and reread the two words as you leaned against the counter. You bit your fingertips and went back to the mysterious profile. You hit ‘block’ and locked your phone.

Surely, he’d get the hint sooner or later. It was one date and the man seemed to have no trouble with women. He’d move on and you’d both forget about that off putting night. You just had to wait him out.

✨

A week rolled by as you kept yourself busy with your work. The phone calls stopped after the first day and you had no more peculiar alerts awaiting you. Your plan had worked. It wasn’t exactly the best; it was a bit cowardly, actually. Yet, knowing how Peter was and how ‘no’ seemed beyond his vocabulary, you had more faith in your evasion than his understanding.

As the weekend approached, Halle convinced you to come out with the girls. You had eluded those opportunities for the past year as you found yourself disillusioned and disinterested in the club scene. You felt as if you were aging out of it and seeing all those fresh-faced coeds assured you of it. Even so, the girls liked to dance and in their words, you need to ‘let loose’.

You couldn’t disagree. You had been on edge and the mounting emails in your inbox didn’t ease the stress of everything else.

With a pre-drink burning a whole in your stomach, you pulled on a pair of flats as your bag hung across your chest. You were comfortable but not stuffy in your tight jeans and the bright pink top with the criss-cross straps. You felt pretty good and the vodka made you optimistic.

You headed down to the street and caught a cab. The dread evaporated the closer you got and as you pulled up to the front of the flashing club, Molly and Desiree waved at your approach. The four of you joined the line as you searched out your ID.

“So,” Molly said, “Halle told us about your little date!”

“Date?” You blinked. “Oh, yeah, that didn’t pan out.”

“Of course,” Desiree scoffed, “That guy was so cute though.”

“Yeah, he was nice, but we just didn’t…”

“He’s ghosting her!” Halle interjected, “Didn’t even text the next day, ugh.”

Halle crossed her arms and you nodded. You weren’t going to correct her, you didn’t need the other two piling on about your dormant love life. You came out to have a good time, that’s what they promised you, and you didn’t want to think about the night that still stood so vividly in your mind.

As you stepped up to the bouncer, he barely looked at your card. You were almost offended as he waved you through and carded the next party more closely. You glanced around at your friends but they hardly seemed bothered. Well, only Halle had reached that big three-o with you, and the other two girls still had a year or two to go.

Madonna’s voice pumped from the speakers as you neared the bar. You looked around at the streaming lights and the bodies shadowed in the strobe. You were surprised you recognized the song and you nudged Desiree as she waited for Molly to order the first round.

“What’s up with the music?” You asked.

“It’s retro night! Duh! Just for you!” She giggled and you elbowed her harder.

Molly turned and passed out the plastic cups with their thin straws and you followed Halle to the low stage where the smoke machine billowed. You coughed at the taste of the fog and sucked on your straw. You began to sway as the other girls led the charge. You could help but be enlivened by the deep base and the energy all around.

As you danced, the girls yelled back and forth about their recent drama. Desiree’s date had been more successful than your own, Molly was certain she was in love with Charlie? You still didn’t know. And Halle was just riding the vibe.

You finished your drink and the other girls stacked their cups in yours before you crossed the stage to leave the garbage on the table just beside the platform. 

You looked over at the bar, pondering another, and your eye was caught by a figure who seemed out of place. The cut of his suit, the way he leaned on hand on a stool, and the intense gaze sent in your direction startled you.

You blinked and stumbled over to the single step down to the floor. You pushed through the bodies, nearly tumbling as a tipsy guy crashed into you. You got to the bar and looked up and down it. Girls waved their hands to get the bar tender’s attention and guys sidled up to them. 

Bucky was gone. It was him. Maybe the air was filled with smoke and the lights were flashing like a siren, but you were certain. Why was he there? How had he found you among the city? Among the reverie in that club? Why had he been watching you? And where had he gone?

You went to where you’d seen him and searched the perimeter of the bar. You went back through the club and slipped past those just getting in. You tapped on the bouncer’s shoulder and he grumbled before he turned and bent to hear you. “What is it?”

“Did you see a guy in a suit leave? Dark hair and--”

“There’s a lot of people here,” he shrugged you off.

You snarled and turned back. You got ahead of the flood of new arrivals and fought your way back to the three girls on the stage. As you walked up, Halle pouted and grabbed your elbow. “Boo, we thought you were getting another round.”

“No, no, I…” you squirmed and tried to get back into the rhythm, “I had to use the restroom.”

“Well, how about now? Wanna refill the tank?” She jibed.

“Uh, sure,” you picked at the purse. “Be right back.”

“Make mine a double,” Molly called after you. “Thanks.”

✨

Despite drowning yourself in alcohol, you barely slept and when you did, you were back in the club, staring at a man you never expected to see again. You wondered if maybe you’d imagined it or if Peter had sent him after you or if it was someone else and you were just tipsy and blind. Whatever it was, you couldn’t shake the foreboding that followed you into the next morning.

Your Saturday was painful and lazy. You spent your hangover on the couch and barely saw Halle as she cowered in the dim light of her room. You fell asleep there and dragged yourself to bed just before nine. You really were old, or at least, getting there.

Sunday slapped you in the face after another night of disjointed dreams. Peter and the room full of men, Bucky at the bar, and static in between. Responsibility called you from your mattress and you cleaned up and dressed for your weekly trip to the grocery store. 

As you came out, Halle was glaring at her phone. “What’s up?” You asked as you shoved your wallet in your purse. “You coming to the store?”

“I got called in for one.” She pouted. “Tell me why I fucked that asshole?”

“Shit, Hal, I’m sorry. Well, I’ll just do the shop myself.” You frowned, “Let you get ready to deal with all that.”

“It’s all because he fucking texted me on Friday and drunk me decided to reply and then… urgh, why do I do this?”

“I don’t know why you’re asking me?” You grinned.

“Oh, please go before I throw this at you,” she shook her phone, “And don’t forget my oat milk.”

“Whole milk?” You asked as you slipped your shoes on, “Got it.”

“Don’t,” she warned.

“Alright, alright. Hopefully I catch you before you go,” you stood and grabbed your keys from the hook. “Have fun with Mr. Bossman.”

“Shut up,” she buried her head in her hands, “Oh my god!”

You tried not to laugh as you left. You felt bad for her as you didn’t know what you’d do in her situation. Looking for a new job had been her first thought but the market was never very good and the man who was driving her away, wasn’t exactly a shining reference.

You took your usual route to the grocer. You had your list on your phone and loaded your cart. You filled the reusable bags and set off for a very inconvenient subway ride home. Your arms screamed as you carried the load up your street and struggled to find your keys at the door. The elevator was too slow and you ended up hauling it all up the stairs. You were out of breath as you got to your apartment.

You turned the knob just a little and kicked open the door. You stomped in and dropped the bags. “So, I got your damn milk--” You stopped short as your voice collided with Halle’s. She was already dressed for work but her braids were still loose. She stood behind the couch as she talked to your unexpected visitor.

“Oh, there she is,” she said snappily, “I wouldn’t blame her for kicking you out but I’ll leave it up to her.” Halle turned to you, “Look who’s here. Only took him a week to come around.”

“Hal,” you said softly as you set the bags down. “What--” You lowered your voice, “Why’d you let him in?”

“So he can apologize to you,” she huffed loudly and passed you to close the door, “Don’t you worry, I still gotta finish getting ready so you have lots of time to hear him out.” She looked at him sharply.

“Really, it’s…” You gulped as you peeked over at Peter. He sat calmly in the chair as he watched you. “Yeah, okay.”

She marched into her room and as her door closed, you reluctantly approached the back of the couch where your roommate had just stood. You stared at Peter, uncertain what to say. You hadn’t been prepared for this; for him to be there in your apartment, your home.

“Peter,” you ran your hands over the couch cushions.

“You lie to everyone you know?” He asked. “As I recall, I’m not the one who’s been… ‘ghosting’, as your friend says.”

“I…” You shifted and picked at the seam, “Look, I told you it wasn’t going to work--”

“You barely gave me a chance. Gave us a chance,” he said as he pushed his legs apart. “That’s hardly fair.”

“Well, you know, I have work and it’s just not a good time for me right now.” You sniffed. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, but--”

“Ha, princess, I don’t hurt so easy,” he smirked, “Why don’t you sit down and we can talk properly… finally.”

You scratched your brow and cleared your throat. “I don’t think we need to do that.”

Your voice trailed off as Halle opened her door again. She swept out and you waited as she scooped her purse off the counter and sidestepped the groceries still sat on the floor.

“Gotta go,” she sang, “I’ll see you after work.” She stopped by the door as she wiggled into her heels, “Let me know how you deal with… him.”

“See ya,” you said quietly and watched her go. You looked back at Peter slowly as he chuckled.

“What did you tell her about me?” He wondered.

“Nothing. Really.” You said. “I have your jacket. You want it back--”

“Sit,” he gestured to the couch. “We’ll worry about that later.”

“No. Peter, please. I’m just not interested, okay?”

“You seemed pretty interested in the car,” he purred, “Seemed real interested.”

“I…” You looked at the wall and squirmed. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“You were asking for it in that dress,” he intoned. “Now,” his movement drew your eye as he reached into his jacket, “I don’t like playing things like this.” He pulled the pistol from its holster and rested it on the arm of the chair, his hand firm on the handle. “Please, sit down. Let’s talk.”

You stared at the gun. Your blood burned hot and you felt blindly as you came around the couch and dropped down. Your eyes never left the muzzle. Would he use it on you?

“Oh, princess, don’t you worry, I’m just getting comfortable.” He taunted. “Now, I’ve been tryna figure out where I went wrong. I got you a pretty dress, I took you to a nice party, I fed you champagne, and I even gave you a little dessert,” he mused and his lip curled, “So I gotta confess I’m confused as you why you’ve been hiding from me.”

You were paralyzed. You clutched your knees and gritted your teeth. You didn’t know what to say. You’d convinced yourself that you’d never see him again. Your method was tried and trued, at least, when it was used against you.

“Don’t be afraid. You can tell me. I really would prefer the truth.” His finger slid along the short barrel as he spoke. “So?”

“I… Peter, I don’t think that we would, uh, work out. Look, I don’t like guns and…” Your lashes fluttered, “I don’t really know that I wanna be around someone who carries one. Not too mention, your friends--”

“My friends. Princess, your mine. They won’t touch you.” He raised his chin. “They’re not that bold.”

You were silent. Your heart pulsed loudly and you took a breath. You stood cautiously and crossed your arms. “Peter, we talked. I told you my reasons. I think you should… go.” You said as firmly as you could.

He laughed again. His cheek twitched and the smile fell away from his face. He rose slowly and turned his gun to tuck it away under his jacket. His eyes never left you as he did.

“You really want me to go?” He asked.

You nodded and held your breath. “Yes.”

He threw his hands out and clapped them against his pants. He shook his head and crossed the room. You turned to watch him as he passed and suddenly, you were thrust towards him. His hand was on the back of your neck as he pulled you against him. He held you tightly and you felt his gun poking through his jacket.

He grinned, his lips only an inch from yours. “I’m going, princess, but not without you.”

“Let go of me!” You struggled with him. “Get off!”

“Princess,” he warned as his fingers dug into your neck, “Settle down.”

“No, I told you to go.” You hissed as you grabbed his wrist. “Please.”

“Let’s get this straight,” he said, “You don’t tell me what to do. Even if it gets me hard.” He crushed his lips to your suddenly and you wrestled with him, your teeth grazing his lip before he pulled back sharply, barely escaping a bite. “You don’t wanna do that.”

His hand went to your chin and he looked you in the face. He rubbed his nose against yours and growled. You beat on his chest and he squeezed tighter.

“Shit, let’s not just rush out of here,” he released you, “You should get those away before they spoil.”

He stepped back and placed his hand on the front of his jacket, where his gun was hidden. You gaped at him and your eyes flitted to the door.

“Ah, don’t worry, we’ll be on our way soon enough,” he said, “So long as you hurry up.”

You swallowed and he moved with you as you went to the bags. He blocked the door as you pulled the straps apart and began to unpack shakily. You dropped a can and it rolled along the floor before he stopped it with his foot. He kicked it back and leaned an elbow on the door frame.

You picked it up with several other cans and went to the cupboard. You snapped the door closed as you felt around the drawer with your other hand. You heard a click and looked to Peter as he aimed his pistol at you. He tilted his head. 

“Don’t do that,” he intoned as your hand lingered just inches from the knives inside the drawer.

You went back to the spread of groceries and tried to ignore him as you put everything in its place. As you bent to fill the crisper, he purred, a sizzly ‘princess’ under his breath. You finished up and packed the bags one into the other. You left them on the counter and again, he put his gun away.

“Princess, let me tell you something,” he gripped the door handle, “I don’t take that out without using it very often so don’t press my patience.” He turned the knob slowly, “I’ve waited on you long enough.”

✨

The car ride was tense and long. Peter drove you uptown and you watched out the window helplessly. You rubbed your palms together nervously as they dampened with sweat. He’d taken your phone when you reached for it. He tossed it and it was somewhere on the floor.

He drove past the condos and the walk-ups and continued on nearly the exact path he’d taken on the momentous night. Another grand house awaited you but you remained in the seat as Peter climbed out. He opened your door and still you didn’t move. He reached across you to unbuckle the seat belt and grabbed your arm. He jerked you out onto your feet and sighed.

“Peter,” you begged, “What’s going on? Please, you’re scaring me.”

“Princess, have I done you wrong?” He asked but you didn’t answer. “I won’t hurt you.”

“You’re hurting me right now,” you wriggled your arm and he shoved you ahead of him.

“In,” he demanded as you stumbled up the rounded steps. “Now.”

You opened the door and stepped inside. You crossed the marble floor of the foyer as he directed you from behind. He followed at a pace, close enough that you couldn’t flee. Even if you did, you wouldn’t make it far.

“Pete,” the voice startled you and you stopped at the bottom of the wide staircase. Bucky stood in a doorway to your left. His gaze moved from you to Peter and back again. “I didn’t realise you brought company.”

“You’re still here?” Peter snipped.

“Was I supposed to leave?” He sneered. “You got me and Steve running around and you’re gonna kick us to the curb.”

“You don’t look very busy to me,” Peter growled and neared to rest his hand on your lower back. He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Upstairs, turn left, the room at the very end. I don’t like hide and seek, you got me?”

You nodded and looked at Bucky again. His mouth slanted knowingly and his tongue poked out for just a moment. You turned up the stairs and left Peter behind. You reached the top and listened for a moment to his muffled voice.

“You and Steve do your fucking job and leave me alone. Understand. I don’t want to be bothered.” Peter snarled.

“Oh, I wouldn’t wanna be interrupted either,” Bucky snickered. “Not with her.”

“Go,” Peter barked. “Now.”

“Ay, you might be Tony’s man but you still gotta watch yourself,” Bucky warned. “This little arrangement isn’t gonna last forever…”

You went to your left and to the door at the end, like he said. You entered and couldn’t help but gasp at the immense bedroom. The black and white decor was expertly matched in marbles and exotics woods, plush velvet and polished sconces. You couldn’t help but admire the luxury.

You didn’t close the door. You glanced around dumbly and stood in one spot as you feared you might break something. You wrung your hands as you heard the steady footsteps and you spun as Peter entered. He looked even more agitated as he cracked his knuckles.

“Sorry about that, Princess,” he said, “Now where were we?” His eyes roved the room as he thought, “Ah, yes, an apology.”

“Apology. I…”

“Should I close the door?” He raised a brow, “You’d be surprised how sound carries in here.”

You frowned and he laughed as he swung the door shut. He neared you and bit the tip of his tongue as he considered you. His brown eyes bore into you and you took a step back. He stayed near and caught your wrist. His other hand fumbled with his belt and he let out a slow breath through his nose.

“Princess, I’d love to treat you how you deserve but you gotta be good to me too.” He pulled on your arm and twisted as you tried to resist. You hissed and he pushed your hand against his crotch. “I don’t forgive easy but I’m sure you can change that.”

“Don’t... don’t make me do this,” you uttered.

“Oh, but princess, you did this,” he pressed your hand around his bulge. “You take care of me and I’ll do the same.”

You parted your lips to argue and he grabbed the back of your head. He kissed you roughly and guided your hand to the top of his boxers. He slid your fingers under the elastic and urged you on, wrapping your fingers around his dick with a groan.

He squeezed until you gripped him firmly. He led your hand up and down as he held you to him, his hot breath filling you as it picked up. He forced his tongue into your mouth and you clawed at his jacket as he kept your other hand around him. He parted from your mouth at last and pressed his cheek to yours.

“Keep going, princess,” he purred as he slowly withdrew his hand from around yours. “You don’t wanna use your hand, I might think of something else.”

You quivered and slid your hand up and down his length. He nuzzled your neck and nibbled as he moaned against your skin. You could only move your hand as you stood against him stunned and rigid. He gripped your waist as you felt him tense and he murmured hungrily.

“Oh, princess,” he breathed and pushed his pelvis against your hands as he came. 

You felt the slick heat seep down your hand and slowed until he was breathless. He stilled your hand with his and carefully eased your hand from his pants. He stood straight and eyed your glistening fingers.

“Shit,” he swore as he caressed your cheek, “You made a mess of this suit.” He dropped his hand to the front of his pants as he smiled. He inhaled and pushed his shoulders back. “I forgive you, Princess.”

[zackmartin]

Please ignore my banner, I got lazy and didn’t want to spend the time to make it actually look like. decent alskdjf.

I met and started talking to some really cool new people this year and I’d love to include you, but I have this weird anxiety of coming across as overzealous and clingy but just know if we had at least one conversation, I consider us friends and I hope we become even better friends in the new year and if it wouldn’t be like, weird to you, you can definitely include yourself in this alsdkfj 💗

If I forget anyone please understand that I have really extreme Brain Fog right now but it obviously has no bearing on my love for you, y’all know who you are 💕

Even though I can’t say it to each of you this year, I still want to say how much I love you all. This past year and the year before have been two of the most difficult years I’ve ever been through, both because of stuff happening in the world and just everything going on in my personal life/health wise, and I don’t think I would’ve made it through had it not been for this website bringing me to some of the most incredible people. 

To the ones that let me dump 6,000+ word essays in your DMs on a random idea I came up with, to letting me brainstorm and talk things out even though we all know it probably won’t turn into anything, to getting into something I adore and live-blogging in my inbox, to just random check-ins/asks, it all means the absolute world to me. And on that note, I want to thank you all for continuing to indulge me; I know i wouldn’t have seventeen different AUs for one random crossover I came up with almost three (!!!) years ago, nor would I have written 2k words today of my latest one if y’all didn’t at least pretend to care jsfjsj 😅😅 and I know Izzy and Felix wouldn’t exist and I wouldn’t be contemplating adding yet another sibling if you guys hadn’t been so supportive. 🥺 I also know I definitely would’ve quit gifmaking if you guys didn’t reblog all my stuff (even some of you when you aren’t in the fandom?? 🥺🥺 idk how to thank you for that) and leave little nice tags 💕💕 And I want to thank a lot of you for the opposite, to the ones that let me in on their ideas, and their universes and their OCs, I love it all so much, like just getting a glimpse into all that is a great source of joy for me, and I hope you all know that you can always come to me with ideas, you don’t even have to ask, because I want to hear it all 💖 

and honestly I just want to thank y’all for being you. I feel like I know some of the best the world has to offer. I know I sound like a broken record, but it really does give me so much joy to see y’all excitedly gushing about something on my dash, even if it’s something I know nothing about. And I love getting into new things through all of you, and I definitely plan to continue that in the new year. I love watching you all grow and change and experience new things. 2022 better be kind to you all of you, and that’s a threat.🔪😤 Anyway, my brain is getting cloudy so it’s gonna start getting difficult to form coherent sentences so I gotta stop here alsdfkj but just know that I love y’all with my whole heart and I feel so honored to know each and every one of you, and I feel so beyond thankful to call you friends 💕

If I forget anyone please know that has all to do with the Brain Fog, and nothing to do with my love for you.

Also, honorable mention to Ryker; even though you don’t have an account for me to tag anymore, you’re definitely included in this 💗

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