#*rattles bars of cage* where are the jokes!!!!

[worstloki]

not enough jokes about Loki's sceptre being able to change size btw

[fatmaclover]

steps up on my soap box. heres ur nightly reminder!! haha. mac is diabetic please consider this when writing him in fics 😋 *i am shot down and martyred but in such a way that the romans call me a donkey in their graffiti*

[1800titz]

IF YOU THINK I'M PRETTY | dad's best friend

Up close, he’s a pastiche of a daydream. The kind of face that sticks and lingers. Aged like a fine liquor. The turbid guitar riff you hear from the bathroom. The devil’s hour unspooling across your shoulders when you chase the moon with your feet; the sin you wadded up into a piece of paper to tuck into the cigarette case. Sex. A sandpaper kiss. The scent of gunsmoke. Motor oil across knuckles.

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“I know,” you tell him, blinking. “I know who you are.”

He blinks back at you. Amused. “Do you?”

(No. Undeniably, no.)

You clear your throat when he lets your hand go. “Enough. So. Are you in the… like, special forces, then?”

His eyes linger on you for a little longer. He smiles. Leans in a little closer— you can’t help the way the peach fuzz on the scruff of your neck stands when his breath wades into your hair, against your ear. Can’t help the electricity that rides across your synapses. 

“That’s need-to-know.”

(On WeHeartIt, an older man is calligraphy soused in the rose-tinted lens of Valencia. This whole scandalous endeavor of sleeping with an older man— luxuriant in lyrics and picsart stickers. Pinterest boards. Sleep with your professor; that’s a Melanie song— silver fox is in like bows, and leopard print, and the awkward twee of teenagehood making rebirth.)

You fan the heat that congeals you off with laughter that nearly sounds nervous. Clear your throat again. Take a drink that burns down the back of your throat. Cross your legs a little tighter.

“Right. Secrets.”

(A girl on TikTok came onto your feed discussing how she got into being a sugar baby, what websites to use, how to talk to them— it reminds you of the link your friend sent you last month on the Sprinkle Sprinkle lady; look at her, she knows what she’s doing!)

He hums. The kind of rumble that stems from his chest. With the dearth, you nearly feel it in your bones, rattling the junctures of your joints. This— you’re imagining it. You swallow. 

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you, I reckon,” Harry says. Jokes. It’s wry. Acidic. The kind of dryness you expect off a man of his stature. 

(You always thought it was a little sick. Gross. Lolita-steeped. The out-of-touch Electra pillared on the foundation of a taboo— dad looked the other way in disinterest and tucked his affections behind the cage bars of his bones, so now I try to pick at the lock on yours with my thumb.

Only, you have a wonderful relationship with your father, and the man leaning into you from the corner of the bar— letting his eyes roll across your body and your stupid, muzzy face, limned in shadows off the shoddy bar lightning— is not like that at all.)

He blinks. The eye contact is unrelenting. Almost stifling. You nearly choke on your own spit when the corner of his mouth ticks and he tacks on, “...Wouldn’t want to put down a pretty thing like you.”

(Because Harry is older like secrets and cicatrix. Like a gun in the drawer of a nightstand with a bible. The smoke that lingers off a bonfire. The leaden maelstrom on the horizon of the shore, where the waves are still placidly lapping.  

Riding on that hairline fracture of just enough stay away and come a little closer. Skirting the border, where the head of a palisade overlooks the rift of a bad decision.)

[stitching-in-time]

Voyager rewatch s6 ep21: Live Fast and Prosper

This is a silly episode, but it's kind of fun. Voyager learns there's a group of con artists masquerading as them, leaving a trail of angry aliens they've swindled, who think they were double-crossed by the real Voyager. They then have to go track down the culprits, who've been cosplaying as them while selling memberships to 'the Federation' throughout the sector, to clear Voyager's good name.

Shipwide malfunctions lead B'Elanna and the Captain to investigate (and it goes to show how bad Voyager needed to have more women in the writers room that I felt like it was a treat to actually see the Captain and B'Elanna work together in a scene for like, less than a minute. Like, they barely ever talk to each other. I feel like I'm rattling at the bars of a cage screaming "LET WOMEN TALK TO EACHOTHER!!!" whenever I watch this show!!) They track the source of the problem to Neelix's new heating coil in the mess hall- he acquired it in a trade with a supposed religious cleric, but it's a piece of junk that's infected the ship with it's faulty circuitry. Janeway eventually figures out that the kindly sister who gave it to him was the very same con artist who's been pretending to be her, and that she downloaded Voyager's info from the Delta Flyer when Neelix and Tom invited the friendly 'clerics' to tour the Flyer while on their away mission. (I really don't think they'd be that easy to fool, especially Tom, since spotting a con from a mile away was literally how he met Harry for the very first time at Quark's bar, but ok, sure. It's a fluff episode, so whatever.)

This sends Neelix and Tom into a tizzy over having not seen through them, and they're determined to get their edge back... by doing carnival slight of hand tricks. (Yes, really. They're such terminally wholesome dorks, I love them.) They get really invested in being able to fool someone with the shell game, but they pick the Doctor to try it out on, who's literally a computer. He naturally figures out the right one right away, leaving Tom and Neelix to stew about it while Voyager closes in on the con artists.

They manage to beam the imposter Janeway to the brig for questioning, while her shipmates get away. Janeway and Tuvok have a very funny interrogation scene with her, where Tuvok has to improvise when Janeway decides to play bad cop. (Ngl the psoraisis thing made me laugh out loud. And I knew that joke was coming, but it's just priceless how deadpan Tuvok is.) When she refuses to help them, Neelix then comes to bring her food, and to try his little heartwarming Neelix pep-talk routine, but for some reason, when they lower the forcefield for him to bring her food in, they never raise the forcefield again?? And he sits there talking to her for a few minutes, with the forcefield lowered, and she doesn't try to escape?? And he's got a phaser on his belt! Who goes into a prison cell with a visible, accesible weapon?! But of course, at the end of the scene, she finally realizes that there's no forcefield and a phaser openly available, and breaks out. After she steals the Delta Flyer, we realize Tom is hiding in the aft section with the Doctor's mobile emitter, and that the lack of forcefield and obvious phaser were a trap all along. (But how she wouldn't have seen through something so blatently obvious, idk! I didn't even remember how that scene went, but I still thought it was fishy while watching it.)

With a little modification to the Doctor's program, he's able to impersonate the imposter, and they succesfully get the loot back from the con artists to give to their rightful owners and prove their innocence. (Tuvok's impersonator turning out to be his fanboy is weirdly cute too.) Alls well that ends well, but Neelix and Tom are still determined to be cool again (sweeties, you never were, but I still love you) and they successfully bamboozle the Doctor with their shell game routine at last, proving they've still got it! (They are such silly geese, I want to kiss their foreheads like the tiny baby orange cats in human form that they are. Bless.) It's a silly end to a silly ep, but there's nothing wrong with that.

Tl;dr: A light, enjoyable episode that you don't have to take too seriously. Nothing brilliant, but it has a few funny lines, and adorably wholesome Voy Boy shenanigans.

[ryuki23]

Don Kaito Is The Zenkaiger Arrow: A 100% Serious Theory (No Really I'm Not Lying)

Now that the Donbrothers finale has come and gone without giving us any answers about what the FUCK is up with Don Kaito (and I'd expect nothing less 10/10 no notes), I'm finally free to explain all about my most beloved theory/headcanon without fear that it will be disproved in the next week!

Basically, I think Don Kaito is something like what AkaRed is for Red Rangers, but for ALL rangers, and/or the idea/ideals/will of Super Sentai as a whole.

In his own words,

Background Info

AkaRed is the embodiment of the spirit of all Red Rangers, although the specifics of what that means and how it works isn't super elaborated on anywhere, he mostly just shows up occasionally to be a weird slightly cryptic guide to other Sentai. Much like another character I could name... 🤔

The possibility of an AoBlue/AkaBlue is jokingly brought up once in a Zyuohger special, but other than that nothing and no one else like AkaRed is ever shown or mentioned. EXCEPT...

*DRAMATIC GASP* Goran no Sponsor???? (no joke this is exactly how I reacted when I got to this part jkbjsdfgf)

So, in the penultimate episode of Zenkaiger, they're fighting the Big Bad, who has absorbed all the other Super Sentai's worlds and can use their powers. The Zenkaigers seem completely outmatched, and the Big Bad's final attack knocks them out of henshin and breaks their Sentai Gears so they can't transform again. But they get up anyway, declaring their resolve to fight even untransformed to save the worlds the other Sentai fought to protect. And then, this happens:

All the previous Sentai's powers respond to this and leave the Big Bad, lending their power to the Zenkaigers to make them new Gears. While this is happening, the Zenkaigers are transported to this place, where all the symbols of past Sentai float around the Zenkaiger Arrow, which they seem to be forming.

Basically, these powers have their own will, and all of them together are symbolized by the Zenkaiger Arrow. Which, I might add, is frequently shown in the rest of the series reacting to comedic moments and interacting with other characters.

So why do I think this arrow and Don Kaito are one and the same?

Well, because it's a fun idea to think about mostly! Honestly, it just came to me out of nowhere in the middle of the night and that's it. But the more I thought about it, the more things that happen in canon I found that could support it.

1: Hitotsuki and Sentai Gears

Hitotsuki that are based on past Sentai seasons drop Gears when defeated, no matter who defeats them or how they do it. And most of the time, regardless of who defeats them, the Gear ends up in Don Kaito's possession. That kind of makes it feel like this phenomenon is unrelated to his position as Admin of the Donbrothers.

2: "True Hero"

Jin Momoi shows A LOT of deference to Don Kaito. He's like. The ONLY person Jin is ever unfailingly polite to. Jin is surprised and shocked that Don Kaito would be working in a cafe. Jin KNEELS to this guy. I am rattling the bars of my cage. What do you KNOW, Old Man????

Anyway, "True Hero" and "Forever Hero" sure sound like the kind of titles one might give to the physical embodiment of the spirit and ideals of all Super Sentai.

3: Don Kaito Knows Santa Claus

Yeah him and Santa go way back.

So like, it seems like Don Kaito is NOT a Normal Human Age. And although Himitsu Sentai Goranger is only from the 70s, there are a lot of Sentai shows where the backstory has a Sentai, a similar team of warriors, or the source of the Sentai's power existing hundreds, thousands, or millions of years in the past.

In Conclusion:

I fucking love this concept, and as a bonus, it fits with some of the weirdest stuff about Don Kaito.

In my mind, Don Kaito got involved in the story of Donbrothers because of whatever is up with the Sentai Gears that is causing them to turn people into Hitotsuki and in order to get them all back, and he set up Cafe Donbura so the absolute disaster group that is the Donbrothers would have an actual Home Base, because god knows they would never have come together by themselves. And also to support Tarou when he was fighting alone while Jin fucked around throwing darts at the city to choose Donbrothers.

And he looks like Zenkaito because uhhhh he thinks Kaito is pretty cool 😊

The End

[frothingatthemaw]

4 12 16 and 28 :sunglasses: - @sootburz

hai grey ^_^

4. favorite drink?

coffee or tea! they’re both nice <3 cold coffee and black tea with milk and sugar in it

12. your favorite music genres?

^ i fucking typed gender instead of genre RAHHH. but my favorite is some kind of punk? i don’t know what my favorite is. i like stuff like jxdn and machine gun kelly (i am aware he’s a bad person and i’ve stopped listening to his music but it’s really my favorite genre so.) and people like them! so like pop punk? punk rock? i don’t know. i struggle with genres. i also like yungblud’s older music. i like loud in your face stuff most times! but not like in a metal of mcr way IM SORRY I DONT LIKE MCR THEYRE NOT MY THING IM SORRY MCR MUTUALS. but i also like aimsey’s “mossy cobblestone” playlist for chill happy vibes! and i can also really vibe to our dream’s playlist. i dunno! i like a lot of stuff (im so normal abt music rattles the bars of my cage)

16. do you have any tattoos? if not, would you like to?

i don’t have any! im so bad with pain 😭 i would like one though. like those ones on the inside of your elbow, but right above where it bends. does that make any sense? i’d like to get some song lyrics there. i don’t know what ones but i think those tattoos look nice. and i’d also like a heart somewhere in red ink. i like how red ink looks on really pale skin and i’m very pale lmao

28. are you a romantic?

WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW HUH? (joke) i would think so? i try my best. i’ve not had any irl relationships since like middle school so it would be a learning curve but i have the thought. i think i’ve been romantic to my partners (i try my best at least :]). and i mean i’ve made a whole sideblog to love related things and stuff like it. so! i also just ooze love and crave love in return. so i guess you could call me a lover of sorts.

[ask game]

[theluciansystem]

sunshine - chapter 1 - avatar: the last airbender fic

WARNINGS: contains themes of assault + sexual assault, rape, descriptions of non-con things, suicide mentions and thoughts (possibly more I'm forgetting, please comment if I am!).

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CHAPTER 1-

…a memory flashes to my mind, one I particularly dislike. This time, I don’t live it once again, it leaves me be. A flash of light, and a voice..

Ozai…

..you hold the power-

-power to end this-

…

I wake, and with a whisper in my mind, I know I am different.  I hold my hand out and pray to Agni for even a spark of a flame...

I feel a spark in my body, an ember of a hope I can only pray to be real.

and nothing.

The world continues to disappoint me, of course. I don’t know why I even bother.

There’s sudden noise outside my luxurious cage, keys rattle in the outside doors slot, and then the door is open and- oh.  

My favorite doctor, Hiro. “My favorite patient,” her voice annoys me to the highest degree, I despise her, in the best way I can.

“Hello, my dearly detested darling-“

“Don’t. Unable-to-bend boy, how do you like the names?” She unpacks her equipment for the usual yearly check-in.  “Lovely, indeed. Maybe it could be worse,” I joke.

She was timid toward me (most likely secretly in awe) when we first met, and as much as I hate to admit it- I was too. Though doctors were… never my favorite to put it,as child, and even grown up. She also ‘allows’ my humor, which I can appreciate. Compared to my last doctor, it’s a nice change of scenery, to be fair, that’s coming from someone who hasn’t seen actual scenery in years.

Hiro’s face turns more serious than I thought it could possibly be. She motions me to raise my arm, I do; surprising, despising this dear woman is hard, she reminds me of my wife- ex-wife, I correct.

“Huh, are my jokes still better than your husband’s bedroom style, or did he improve?”

Putting the stupid compression cuff around my arm, she lightly chuckles, a rare thing to hear. “I’ll disregard that last part,” the cuff does its thing, I do not really understand this whole ‘modern medicine’, and I suppose I never will.  “I felt as though you should know-“

“Hold on, this seems a little too serious for without a bottle or two of vodka-“

“You’re being transferred.”

The words ring in my ears for a moment, I don’t quite understand. “Transferred?”  I ask, and she’s silent. I bang my hand on the bars we’re spaced between. It hurt, but I shake it off.

“..are you trying to make me do more work here?” Hiro questions, and I can’t tell if she’s joking or not. I know she must care about her patients, I just wonder if I fall under that.

“Will you at least still be my doctor..?” I ask.

“No,” She must see the change in me in that moment, she lightly chuckles. “

“..you”ll miss me, won’t you?” I kid, I know she won’t. No one will.

I found a way to put in an anonymous request to transfer to the newest prison Rockside, a redemption program prison, a month ago after a ‘failed escape attempt’, as the guards who were trying to assault me said. I figure I can get to the roof, and… I’m not ‘suicidal’, as Hiro asks me every time she visits for her check-up on me.

Then again, I always thought the word was stupid, wanting to die was stupid, I didn’t want to die.

I just have the desire or urge to see my brain bleed from an outside view once I jumped from that prisons rooftop, I just want my wrists to bleed. I wanted everything, I wanted the world. I didn’t want to die, I just didn’t..

…I didn’t want to live, that’s all.

“Where to, captain?”

“…to Rockside.”

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The day of my transfer arrives quicker than I had anticipated. Exiting my cell for the first time in… years, it’s surprisingly emotional. Going down the stairs, I could hear screams and banging below. Me and the guards I were with paused, waiting until the banging stopped, and all too suddenly, the screaming too. I don’t want to know.  Leaving this place was a renewal in my belief that good things come to people who deserve it.

The last door opens, and I feel as though I’m already away from this damned place. But… I never quite realized the beauty of the sky; you never pay attention to it, especially when it’s just there. You take it for granted, I certainly did.

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I must’ve fell asleep on the transport ther- here.

…

I’m here. And it’s beautiful.

I suppose they named it Rockside for a reason, part of it looks like it’s off the cliff, rocks have clung to the side of the cliff as well. The gates on the road at the base of the beginning of the cliffs lower point open, and we continue to go further up.

Once we arrive at the guards station of this “redemption center”, I walk through these “scanners” as they called it, and I receive a lovely pat-down by this hot son of a bitch guard (I have desires too you know).

Me and this flaming hot fellow walk toward my cell. But as I walk there’s a question that forms in my mind; why is this place so nice? While sure, the description was good and pretty, I didn’t think there truly would be a gardening center, activity clubs, and.. more. I almost want to cry of all things, and I won’t, but it was a nice thought.

My fellow prisoners say hello once and every while, while others… glare? (Must also be in awe)

I arrive at my cell, and the guard lets me look around it while paperwork is being finished. I glance around, the room is surprisingly dark, I go to light the lamp- fuck.

“I guess you’re still getting used to the whole ‘unable to bend’ thing, huh?” a deeper pitched voice close to me says. I look around for the source, then up. Bright gold eyes spark my interest from atop the bunkbed. He jumps down, and reaches out a hand to me, he senses my confusion. “Shake” he says, and I do.

“My name’s Satoshi,” he tilts his head and leans in toward me, in a faint whisper he says “now, bunny, I know your name already, and I don’t like that. What can we do to fix this, hm?” he fiddles with the drawstring of my pants. I… panic, I try to back away but he wraps his arms around my waist, he once again leans into me, almost grinding himself on my ass.

I hear footsteps approaching and to me it sounds like my ticket out of this, I try to become deadweight, and I scream..

I fall to the floor as he lets go, the footsteps become faster, until they arrive to us.. and as quick as they came, they leave.

“…you see, dove? If they can’t prove a single thing against their star prisoner, then I stay their star prisoner.” he takes a step toward me and pulls down a blanket blocking the guards view from the outside, on the inside of this cell, is the smell of pure terror. “If there’s nothing to lose, no one who would dare speak out—and I can tell you won’t—then,” he picks me up like I weigh nothing, “no problems! Right, bud?” he sits me down face down, ass up… I mumble a prayer, he wouldn’t.. right??

Pulling down my pants and my boxers, then his with his boxers… it touches my skin, and I whimper. “Don’t worry, bunny.. it’ll be over soon.”

…

[faerune]

He said, "Let's get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds" I thought heaven can't help me now Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down

I said, "No one has to know what we do" His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

current reedington breakdown rocking my shit rn is brought to you by a fucking taylor swift song because of course it is

[attila-werther]

friendship is knowing that you can call up two of your friends and ask them to watch a show all three of you will hate for different reasons in a last ditch attempt to figure out some story stuff that isn’t clicking

[gretavanlace]

Beg For It

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, dom(f)/sub(m), orgasm denial, oral sex (m&f receiving), masturbation, dirty talk, swearing, idk this is just filth

"Hey." Sammy dips down at the knee, bending his long, slender legs to nudge your shoulder with his own. "Don't get upset. You know how he is."

He caught your fiery glare as it locked in on Jake and the random girl he was laughing with. Your fury only amplified when you watched him casually lean against the bar and turn his head to offer his ear when she moved in closer to be heard over the music. Everywhere you go, it seems, girls are melting to the damn floors for Jake. Worse, he laps it up like a kitten with a bowl of warm milk. The man is an attention whore to no end when it comes to women.

"Don't get upset?" you scoff, angrily snatching your, first and only, vodka tonic up. He waits while you drain the dredges and rattle the ice, before carrying on.

"I'm just saying, you know how he is, love. And you know how he feels about you. He's only flirting." Sam points in Josh's direction across the bar, where he is chatting up a pretty redhead who towers over him. He's never been afraid of a tall woman, it takes more than that to rattle the eldest Kiszka's confident cage. "See? Look at Josh. It's in the blood."

"You don't seem to be having much of a problem with it, and your girlfriend isn't even here!" you point out, immediately feeling even more sullen for snapping at him. After all, it certainly isn't Sam's fault, and he is always so kind to you.

"Who says?" he jokes. "I've been flirting my ass off with you all night! You really haven't noticed? Damn, that's an ego crusher."

He pulls a genuine laugh from you. "Shut up! You have not."

"I could start." He pulls his chair closer to you and waves his hand dismissively towards Jake's vicinity. "Fuck him. One question, love: Did it hurt?"

"What? When I fell from heaven?" you giggle, completely charmed with his sweet heart and goofy nature.

"Well," he throws his hands up. "There you have it! No wonder he's flirting with her, you're much too clever for us."

"I love you, Sammy." you smile once your laughter subsides.

He pecks a platonic kiss to your forehead. "I love you, too."

"Well isn't this a Hallmark moment?" Jake's voice appears out of nowhere, you hadn't heard his approach, he is unusually light on his feet. At times, unnervingly so. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and leans down to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear. "Quit trying to fuck my brother." he teases softly.

His warm breath and sultry tone send a cool shiver down your spine, but you attempt to shake him off anyway, "Get off."

He drops his register and breaks out Oliver Reed "I'd love to, darling. Is that an invitation?"

Forcefully, you shove him away and clench your teeth. "It's an invitation to fuck right off."

"I see." he raises his eyebrows and nods his understanding. "You're mad. I was only talking to her, baby."

"You're in for it now." Sam leans back in his chair, draining his IPA with a satisfied smirk.

"Whatever, Jake." you poke his chest hard enough to click his necklaces together. "Go talk to her some more. Hell, go fuck her in the bathroom for all I care. I'm leaving."

"If you're leaving, I'm coming with you." Jake announces, sounding haughty and smug as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Better run and give her your number first." you jerk your jacket on and adjust the collar in a huff.

"You're stupid." he smiles like he finds your display of annoyance charming.

Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a response, you say your goodbyes to Sam and make your way out into the parking lot.

"Do you really think I was trying to hook up with her?" Jake asks softly as soon as your seatbelts click into place.

"I don't want to talk about it." you throw the car in gear and start off in the direction of home. "In fact, I don't want to speak to you at all."

"C'mon darling." he reaches out and tucks your hair behind your ear. "You know you're it for me. I love you." He moves to take your hand, but you're having none of it. "Love me back, baby. Please?"

You clench your jaw and stare at the road in front of you. "Not right now. I'm too upset."

"When we get home," he says softly, "I'm gonna need you to be sweet to me. Can you do that for me, babe?"

"No!" you hiss, with perhaps more venom than you would have liked. "How about you leave me the fuck alone? Can you do that for me, babe?"

Tears are threatening in your tone and there's a fierce ache in your chest. Jake lets out a shaky puff of air, finally realizing how badly he's fucked up. So yeah, maybe he was exceptionally attracted to her, and maybe you picked up on that, but he intends to prove to you that nothing could have ever come of it. You fucking own him lock, stock, and barrel, and nothing's ever going to change that.

"I love you," he repeats, drifting closer to you, ignoring the aura of fury acting as an invisible concrete wall. "And you love me. That's all. I want you tonight, in our bed, just like always...I don't intend to give that up even for one night because of some random chick in a bar who'll never mean a goddamn thing to me."

You steadfastly ignore him, so he tries again. "I'm prepared to beg for it, darling. If that's what it takes."

His declaration plants a tiny seed in your brain that rapidly takes root. "Alright then, Jakey." you nod, gripping the steering wheel through a turn. "Beg for it."

"Seriously?" he sounds stunned, and it pleases you greatly.

"Seriously." you nod, finally reaching over to run your hand over his thigh.

His legs fall further apart as he slinks down a bit in his seat on instinct. He drops his gaze, watching your fingers, waiting for them to move closer to his belt. Of course, they don't.

"C'mon, darling." His voice rasps with sex already. "Keep going."

You grip his thigh with enough force to make it sting a little. "I said, beg."

"Please?" He tests the waters so to speak, sounding out of his element and unsure of himself. Not that you can blame him, Jake is naturally dominant, and you are a born bottom. Usually.

"Oh, you're gonna have to do better than that, Jakey." you purr, removing your hand all together. "You'll have to do so much better."

His hand darts out for yours, but you wave it away. "While you think about how you plan to prove you're worthy of my attention, you may touch yourself if you like. I'm feeling generous."

"Fuck." he groans. The low rumble of a sound makes your thighs twitch. "Where's this been hiding, baby?"

You simply ignore him and fiddle with the radio dial as though you haven't a care in the world while he suffers. Until finally, you hear the clink of his belt buckle and the teeth of his zipper parting. You won't lie, you want to look, and you want it badly. You can see his hand begin to move over himself in your peripheral vision and it makes the ache in your center flare viciously, but you do a wonderful job of acting like you couldn't care less if you tried.

He lets a soft moan tumble from his lips and your teeth sink into your bottom lip to avoid moaning right along with him. "Does that feel good, Jakey?" Your inquiry is barely a teasing whisper.

"I'm so fucking hard." he whimpers.

"That's not what I asked." your tone is forceful, but understatedly so.

"It feels so good." He speeds his pace and turns in his seat, angling his body towards yours.

"You're not gonna get to cum anytime soon, baby. So if I were you, I'd be a little less eager." You switch the blinker on and turn down the winding road that will eventually lead to your driveway.

Continuing his rapid pace, he challenges you "I'll cum right now if I want, darling. What're you gonna do about it?"

Without a moment's hesitation, you pull the car to the side of the road and put it in park. "Look at me." His eyes find yours in the glow of the dashboard. "You will do as you're told tonight, or you will get nothing. Do you understand?"

You study his face, and the way his brows knit together with lust. "I understand."

"And you're going to behave?"

He nods and resumes working his hand over his needy cock. "I'll behave."

Leaning in you bestow a single kiss right below his ear in reward. "Good boy."

A moan, his loudest yet, escapes him and a knowing smile tugs at your lips. "Someone liked that."

"Yeah." shaking breaths pant out of his chest. "Say it again."

Your mouth sweeps along his ear, allowing your whispered words to undulate over his skin. "You're a good boy, Jake. You're my good boy."

"Fuck..." his hand abandons his weeping cock and reaches to pull you in desperately. "Come sit on my cock, darling." he begs. "No one's around to see."

"Hands to yourself." you order, shoving him back into his seat. "You just sit there and do as you're told."

Without another word, you pull back onto the road and resume the rest of the short journey home. He strokes himself and squirms in his seat the entire way, filling the vehicle with small sighs and gentle moans that drive you absolutely insane. He sounds so fucking hot and needy...you finally have a very in-depth understanding of why he adores teasing you the way he does.

You whip into the driveway and press the button to lift the garage door, waiting with feigned indifference while he reluctantly releases his hold on himself when he sounds to be a little too close to cumming all over his hand.

When the car is safely tucked into the garage with you both still inside, you turn to him before he has a chance to open his door. "Keep going."

"But," his eyebrows lift in surprise, "we're home."

"I know exactly where we are." you counter. "I said, keep going."

His hand wraps around his cock once again and pumps it up and down languidly as you eye him, pretending not to care all that much...but fuck if he doesn't look sexier than anything you could ever describe.

"Tell me how it feels." you demand quietly.

"I need more."

"Once again, that's not what I asked." you sound disappointed and you watch it wash over his face, it has upset him.

"It feels...relieving, because I'm so fucking hard it hurts, but it isn't enough. I need you." he pauses and does something that you never expect, something that causes a momentary lapse in your stoic composure. He leans forward and allows a glistening drop of saliva to fall from his lips to the tip of his cock– improvised lubrication. You almost lose it right then and there...it's the sexiest thing you've ever seen in your life by far, no comparison. He was so casual about it, no obvious active thought behind it, it happened on instinct, like muscle memory, proving the exact same action has played out countless times when he was alone with his dick in fist.

Shoving his hand away, you lunge forward and swallow his cock, audibly gagging when it hits the back of your throat with no lead up to get used to his length.

"Jesus, darling, fuck..." he gasps, dropping his hand to the crown of your head. "That's it. You wanna taste my cum?"

Hollowing your cheeks on the way up, you slide off his tip with a pop, and call upon all of your strength to put him in his place. "First of all, if I taste your cum at all tonight, it won't be for a very long time. Secondly, no more 'darling'. You're in trouble, I think a little respect is in order, don't you?"

He sounds out a growl of complaint, but then changes his tune when you tilt your head and regard him with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, okay...I'm sorry. What should I call you, then?"

"I don't know. Figure it out, or keep quiet. Either way is fine." That's a lie, the last thing you would ever want is for him to stay silent, you love to listen to him. His moans are melodic and intoxicating, and the things he says, the filthy, dirty, erotic things he says dismantle you in the most breathtaking way.

Without a word, you reach behind the seat, grab your bag, and exit the car. You don't turn to see if he'll follow. You know he will...eagerly.

He's on you the second you're toeing off your heels in the entryway. Pressing himself against you, shoving you into the wall, with his belt still hanging open and his cock lying hot and hard against his stomach. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk..." he promises lowly, kissing your neck frantically. "I'm gonna show you how sorry I am...gonna be such a good boy for you, mama."

You push him off and grab his cock, squeezing a little too hard just to hear him whimper. "Mama is a no for me, if I wanted to fuck Josh, I would." you watch his eyes narrow with jealousy. "And if you think you're being a good boy by pushing me up against a wall and throwing yourself at me, you're sadly mistaken. You're going to wait, and you're going to listen, and you're going to remember your manners and behave yourself, or you're going to get nothing."

You lighten your grip and begin slowly stroking his cock...it throbs, and warms your hand from it's fiery heat. His face drops down to watch with a long gasp shuddering into and out of his lungs, and then he raises his gaze and steals the air from your lungs with two soft spoken words: "Yes, mommy."

"Fuck..." you sigh, working him a little faster. He grew impossibly hard as he spoke the words aloud. It feels as though he might explode in your grip at any given moment, so you let go.

He slumps against the wall in defeat. "Please," he whines. "Please keep touching me."

"Does Jakey have a bit of a mommy kink?" you tease, stroking your hands up under his shirt to rake your nails along his stomach lightly.

"I guess so." he nods, cheeks blushing the prettiest pink. "I think you like it too."

"I do." you nod, licking into his mouth gently. "Are you gonna be mommy's good boy tonight and do as you're told?"

"Anything." he breathes, jutting his hips out, seeking any sort of contact, but you follow his movement, denying him friction of any kind.

"Good, go lay down on the bed, and put your pretty cock away. You won't be needing it for a while."

You see the protest in his eyes, but he thinks better of it and reluctantly makes his way down the hall. Lingering back, you draw a few silent deep breaths in, filling your lungs to capacity to center yourself and find the resolve you'll need to make it through this without giving in too soon. He's a fucking whore who just happens to not act on it. He gets off on watching women eye fuck him and adore him, and you're tired of it. Tonight he's going to be reminded of exactly who he belongs to.

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An hour later finds you perched on the bed beside him, with your hand dragging slow, wet strokes up and down his twitching cock. The sounds filling the room are astoundingly obscene: soft, continuous pleading moans slipping passed his gorgeous lips, the lubed up pumping squelch of your fist moving up and down his dripping length, and the quiet, soothing coos of encouragement and praise that drift from your mouth to his ears.

"Hands down." you snap, when he reaches for you.

He drops them back down against the sheets, but whines like a brat. "I can't help it. Why don't you just tie me up if you don't want me to touch you?"

"Is that back talk?" you question with authority, releasing his aching cock.

"No." he sounds so sweet and desperate. "I'm sorry. Please don't stop. Don't fucking stop, please."

You look him over, drunk on power and overwhelming desire. He looks positively fucking edible. Skin flushed and red, a yummy sheen of sweat causing him to glisten like a dream in the dim lighting. Hair drenched in sweat, clinging to his neck and forehead– fanned out and tangled over the pillow beneath him. The only thing on earth that could drag your eyes away from his face right now would be the temptation of gazing upon his cock. Thickened and harder than you've ever seen it. Pulsing and bobbing around on its own accord. Leaking steadily, drops of glossy precum dripping down onto his belly and rolling down the length of his swollen head.

"You look so pretty, baby." you whisper, brushing your thumb through a drop newly presenting at his slit like morning dew. You dip your thumb into his mouth, watching him taste himself. "Are you my sweet, beautiful boy?"

"Yes, mommy." he nods urgently, eyebrows tilted with want.

"Tell me why you're such an attention whore." you demand tenderly. "Do you like feeling like every woman that sees you wants to suck your cock? Do you like knowing you make them wet? That maybe they'll go home and fuck their boring boyfriends and think about you and finally cum for the first time in ages?"

"Oh my god..." he pants, writhing around beneath you, but being mindful to keep his hands at his sides.

"Yeah? Is that what it is? Tell the truth." you drop down and purse your lips softly around his head, sucking delicately.

"Yeah..." he attempts to thrust upward, but you pull back and tease tiny kitten licks down the underside of his shaft. "I want them all to want to fuck me. I don't want to fuck anyone but you, but I want them to want me. I get off on it...and you do too, if you're honest."

He's absolutely right, and you know it. Otherwise, why else would this be your reaction to his slutty behavior. "I should've shoved you down on your knees right there in the bar and buried your face between my legs so she could see that I fucking own you." you open your mouth and bite down sideways on his cock just hard enough to make him hiss and quiver.

"Make me cum..." he begs, sounding completely unhinged. "Please, I fucking need it."

"I'll decide what you need and when you need it." you nip your teeth into the tip of his dick and smile when he cries out.

Without warning, you slide your mouth down his cock, swallowing until he is nudging down your throat, testing your gag reflex.

"Can I cum?" he begs almost immediately. "Please, mommy, can I cum?"

You pull off momentarily and offer a clipped "No." before descending back down.

"I'm gonna." he swallows hard and chokes on a desperate gasp. "I'm too close...it's too much. Fuck, please."

"I said no." you jerk him roughly. "Hold it."

"Slow down." his eyes are brimming with tears and positively begging. "Please slow down for me, mommy. I wanna be good for you...but I'm gonna cum. Just slow down. Please? For me?"

Yeah, that does it. Without thought, as if your body is reacting to his all on its own, you're ripping your clothes off while he watches with a hunger in his eyes you've never seen before, at least to this extent.

The moment you're stripped down to your panties you make your way up to straddle his beautiful face. "Make me cum and maybe I'll think about returning the favor." you taunt, pulling the soaked lace of your underwear to the side for his warm, wet mouth.

He latches on instantaneously, sucking your cunt open mouthed while your head tosses back in pleasure. He knows exactly how you like it, and without warning, your clit, swollen and throbbing, is being dragged between his lips.

"So good, Jake..." you moan, sounding embarrassingly pornographic. You also take note of the fact that his guitar fingers stay resting against the mattress, just like he's been instructed. "And you're behaving so well. Keep it up and mommy will have to reward you."

A feral growl rumbles out of him at this, vibrating its way through your core and straight into your heart. Only you can make him feel this way and only he can make you feel the way you do...you were stupid to be so jealous.

He doubles down and begins massaging tight circles into your clit with his tongue while he sucks and faster than ever before he's got you there. "Fuck...don't stop, don't stop."

Your hands have found their way into his soft waves, yanking him up, burying his face in your cunt as you orgasm hard, drenching his mouth, chin and neck as he groans and gasps, sounding like he never wants to come up for air.

When you resurface, you slump forward, bracing yourself against the headboard while attempting to catch your desperate breath.

"I almost came." his voice sounds small, and far away.

"What?" the word shakes out of you as you look down into his eyes with blurred vision.

"Just now, listening to you, tasting you, I almost came." he confesses, through feathery pecks of his full lips over your inner thighs. "I need it so bad...please let me cum."

Maybe it's sadistic, or maybe your newfound power has simply gone to your head a bit. Either way, you refuse to give in so easily.

"Beg for it." you order quietly as you make your way back down his body. His face is shining with your release and it's so sexy you close your eyes for just a moment, trying to commit the sight to memory. "Beg mommy to let you cum."

With absolutely no resistance, he commences whining and pleading. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

"Fucking please, mommy. You have to let me...it hurts. Please, fuck...please, please, please..."

"Where would you like to cum, pretty boy?" you straddle his thighs and then make your way down, finally pulling his pants off as you move. "In my mouth or all over yourself?"

"I want to cum wherever you want me to." he whispers. Right answer.

As a reward, you drop down and pull his cock into your mouth, moaning when he lets out a strangled cry of relief. "Oh, fuck yes..." he whimpers. "God, please don't stop. Please."

You shove yourself down, swallowing him completely and dragging the tip of your outstretched tongue along what little you can reach of his balls.

"I'm gonna do it if you don't stop..." he warns submissively. "I'm gonna cum, I won't be able to hold it."

You nod around him, giving him the silent go ahead, and that's all it takes. A split second later, with a cry so loud it startles you, he lets go and floods your mouth with his long awaited release. His hands have forgotten the rules and buried themselves in your hair while he fucks up into your mouth, but you let it go because you love it.

Slowing your pace, you lovingly work the last few drops free of his head and then lap along the sides of him, cleaning him up and bringing back down to earth simultaneously as he strokes your hair and whispers submissive praise.

His body begins to tremble and writhe when he becomes too sensitive, so you crawl up until you're draped over him, dropping kisses into his flushed flesh and sweet words into his ear.

"That was fucking hot." he laughs lazily once you've both caught your breath.

"My little bottom..." you tease, grinning down at him. "Who would have guessed?"

"You can have me any way you want me." he confesses, grinning back. "I'm yours, darling, and whether you know it or not, you always call the shots."

Without waiting for a response, he rolls you onto your stomach and begins lightly drawing his fingertips up and down your back just the way you like it, lulling you into a deep dreamless sleep.

[milkytheholy1]

Trapped Part 2

A/N: Hey everyone, as promised this is part 2 to Trapped. It's a little lengthy and OOC but I'm still trying, I'm looking to do a Shadow fic next so be warned. Hope you enjoy!

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You had yet to meet someone who could entice you as much as Sonic the Hedgehog. But since that day, the two of you were like glue, constantly hanging out with each other, smiling, laughing and rolling with jokes. Even though Tails had claimed the best friend spot years before you had ever met, you couldn't help but feel like you were closer to Sonic, in your own unique way.

"Knock Knock, you're handsome prince in blue is here!" you heard his charming voice call out to you. Reminiscing had nearly made you late, yet again, "Cominggg~" you mused. You quickly checked yourself in the mirror, pushing down any rebellious hairs that caught your attention. 

Swinging open the door, you were welcomed by his warmth. He was leaning casually against one of the beams of your front porch, a cocky smile on his lips, eyes half-lidded, "Sup."

"Hey, Sonic...soooo, what we doing on such a totally normal day." you downplayed, he shrugged beside you, "I don't know, what do you want to do on this totally mundane morning?" You couldn't hold in your excitement any longer, you both started cackling, smiling wide. 

"Hehe, ok, but seriously where are we going?" you wiped a tear from your eye. Sonic outstretched his hand implying you should take it, "You're not gonna run like hell are you?"

"Wha- who do you take me for, I'm a gentleman." he pouted, "And no, I'm not going to run like hell. Today we're going old school and walking."

"Sonic the Hedgehog walking? Never thought I'd see the day." you finally took his hand, amused by his clear frustration. "Hardy har har, you won't be saying that later."

"Ooh, what's happening later?" you leaned closer to him, your eyelashes faintly dancing across his muzzle. Sonic blushed heavily, slightly pushing your face away from him with his free hand, "N-nothing!" he shouted out in a panic.

You arrived at the beginning of the jungle, where the sand melted under your feet and the sun shined through the leaves. You still didn't know where you were going but, with Sonic by your side you didn't really care, "A jungle walk?"

"Uh-huh," he affirmed with a small nod, leading you in further. He began pointing out all the flora and fauna, no doubt his knowledge came from a certain echidna friend of yours, but you allowed him to continue as though it was his own. 

"How'd you find this place anyway? It seems pretty...I don't know, nice for you?"

"Wow, I'm gonna pretend like that didn't just hurt." he feigned, slapping a hand to his chest where his heart would be. You shoved him, forgetting your hands were still interlocked and moved along with him, "Shut up, you know what I mean."

"Anywaay, I was running from Egghead and found this place. Did I do good or what?"

"You did do good, are you sure it's safe though? Especially from evil egg-shaped geniuses."

"I am 100% certain that this place is Eggman fre-" just then, with a miscalculated step, a button was pushed and a huge cage fell from the sky. You and Sonic both shared a squeak, though he tried his best to hide his. 

"I thought you said it was 100% Eggman free?" you huffed, rattling the bars of the cage. Sonic groaned, his arms folded and foot-tapping rapidly against the ground, "How do we know it's Eggman for sure, this could be anyone's cage from the sky." Just then a small hologram projected from the metal of the cage, Eggman's figure fizzling into existence.

"Haha! I got you, Sonic! You've activated one of my perfectly placed traps just like I knew you would."

"Okay, well maybe he has them all over the island-"

"This is the only trap I set on the entire island!"

"Dammit," Sonic sighed to himself, his head dropping in disappointment. You glared at the blue hero, but you were more annoyed at Eggman, you just wanted a simple and fun day. You slouched against the bars, though that soon turned into a slow descent to the floor when your legs gave up.

"You, pesky hedgehog, are a bane to my life no more, with you trapped in this cage I can do whatever I want! Now I can officially create Eggman Land, evil for the whole family!" the hologram cackled. Sonic was unamused, his eyes bored "Weak," he huffed out. He turned to you, not noticing your own frustration as he ranted, "And what evil genius decides to build a theme park? And don't even get me started about the name: Eggman Land? Pfft, even Knuckles could come up with something better than that."

"How are we gonna get out of here?" you asked, ignoring his rant. Sonic rolled back his shoulders and stretched his legs, "Have no fear, your knight in shining blue armour will get us out of here." he smirked. You rolled your eyes, unsatisfied, and watched as he leapt at the bars while performing his spin attack. But it immediately backfired when a burst of energy zapped him to the opposite side of the cage, his quills standing up against the bars.

"My hero," you mused, tone dry and witty. Sonic groaned into the ground, with a mouth full of dirt he couldn't utter many words anyway. You helped him to his feet, showing him a little sympathy by rubbing some dirt away from his cheeks "Thanks," he grinned.

"No problem," you replied, giving him a small smile in return. Sonic walked back over to the bars and touched them, his body going rigid with purple light "That's one hell of a wake-up call," he quipped. He then turned to his wrist communicator, tapping it a few times before a voice rang out, "Hey blue leader, what's up?" 

"Hey Tails, I need you for a quick sec or two. Me and (Y/N) got stuck in one of Egghead's traps and we need you to break us out."

"Pfft, you got trapped by Eggman?" Tails mocked, you could hear his muffled laughter. Sonic stood straighter, brows furrowed, "We didn't get trapped...just...er...oh fine we got trapped! How was I supposed to know he'd boobytrap the entire jungle." Sonic huffed out.

"Correction, just this one spot." you pointed out, "Not helping." Sonic seethed out. There was a moment of silence from Tails' end, "Annnnd got it! Ok, I just traced your coordinates; I'll be with you shortly."

"Thanks little buddy, see you in a sec." Sonic finally relaxed his shoulders, swooping into the spot beside you, "Is this seat taken?" he joked. You couldn't help the small laugh that fell from your lips and that was his cue to take a seat. He sat down with a sigh, the two of you just staring off into the jungle "Soooooo, what do you wanna do?"

"What can we do? I don't see any video games or screens or even people, for that matter."

"Aw c'mon, we don't need all that to have fun; we got each other!" Sonic nudged against you, "Let's not let Egghead's dumb trap get in the way of our friendiversary."

You turned to Sonic with wide eyes, "Hey, you said the thing. You said I couldn't say that cause it sounded dumb."

"Yeah well, it rubbed off on me." he turned away from you, trying to keep up his cool-guy persona. But you knew the real Sonic, he was a big softy with a heart of gold. You both sat in silence once again, but it wasn't uncomfortable, more so peaceful.

"Hey," you turned to him with a smile, "This reminds me of that time when Sticks trapped us all in cages when she thought we'd all been replaced by gooey replicas, remember that?"

"Was that the time when Knuckles had that plank of wood stuck to his head or after?"

"After," you affirmed, Sonic nodded his head slowly piecing it together, "And the only way she let us out was because Tails told her gooey replicas don't exist then showed her those slime videos online."

"I really don't get the appeal of them, who's it aimed at?"

"At least it's not weird photos of me." Sonic leant back against the bars, though he was cautious so as to not get zapped. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander down memory lane, "Remember when we discovered Shadow's cave and found out he put hot sauce on everything?"

"From twinkies to milk," you continued with a laugh. Sonic sat up, attempting his best Shadow impression, "It's what I do as the ultimate lifeform!" his voice went deeper and slightly edgy. You rolled back laughing, slapping his arm uncontrollably; he loved seeing you like this.

Time had quickly passed, the bright morning dulled into a long afternoon, which then led to a peaceful evening. Through the trees you could just make out the sunset, but it didn't take a genius to see the bright lights that lit the world slowly fade away. 

Tails had yet to show his fuzzy face, meaning you and Sonic had been sat in the cage for a few hours at most. By now, your body was tired and you had decided to lean against Sonic for support. Your head rested against his shoulder, one of your arms was wrapped under his, "I'm happy I met you," you whispered out of nowhere.

He tried his best to get a look at your face, seeing if you too shared the pink blush that coated his muzzle, "W-what's brought this on? You getting sappy on me already?" he tried to laugh it off, play it as a joke. You shifted against him, snuggling in closer as a breeze sent shivers down your arms, "M'just thinking, is all." 

Sonic felt you move again, this time looking up at him "What do you think would've happened if we never met?" He couldn't stop staring into those big ol' eyes of yours, sparkling in the setting light. He tried to rattle his brain to form a perfect sentence, he could feel his tongue trying to form the words 'I love you' but it was too soon. Sonic had a plan, said plan was meant to conclude your day's events but of course with Eggman, that never happened.

He had this whole thing set up, a slow walk along the beach while the sun set. You'd arrive at his shack where he had paid Amy to cook some great food and you'd sit with the candle's flame flickering in your eyes. There would be this irreplaceable atmosphere surrounding you both, and as the stars came out he'd whisper his confession to you, and to you only.

He didn't want to ruin such a beautiful set-up, let alone miss a chance to snag some of Amy's cooking. So, he waited. He held back the urge to confess every single thought he's ever had about you. Coming back into reality, still staring at those beautiful eyes he fell in love with from day one, he stuttered: "S-sorry, w-what was that?"

"I said, what do you think would've happened if we never met?" 

He thought it over for a minute before a cocky smirk took over, "Wellll, I would've continued to save the village from Eggman's attacks. And I imagine you would have lived a less hectic life by not being associated with us."

"Less hectic? You mean boring. I can't even imagine a day without you never mind life." you laughed, rolling your head back against him once more. Finally, Sonic leaned his own head against yours in a soft roll, "I don't think I could handle not knowing you either."

"Really?" your voice barely a whisper. You could feel your skull vibrate with his hum, "You've become such an important person in my life in such a short time, and I thought I was meant to be the fastest thing alive. Sure, I've got the gang, but..." he hesitated; think of the plan Sonic, don't screw it up!

"But?" you questioned, shifting entirely to face him. You took his hand in your own, the sun casting you in its golden light; you looked breathtaking.

Agh, to hell with it!

Sonic dove in, a curved palm against your chin as he brought your face in closer to his. You couldn't believe what was happening, all you knew was Sonic T. Hedgehog was kissing you and it didn't feel weird...it felt...right.

You momentarily closed your eyes, fully embracing the feeling of his lips against yours. Pulling away with almost a sigh, you fluttered your eyes open to see Sonic already looking at you "(Y/N), I like you and I mean really like you. Probably since the first day we ever met! And I, erm, ugh, I'm not good at this stuff I'm way better at fighting robots than confessing my feelings." he groaned. 

Your grip on his hand tightened, and with that warm smile you were giving him, it gave him the motivation to continue "What I'm trying to say is, I really really like you and I had this whole thing planned where we'd walk back to my shack a-and Amy had cooked us this amazing food. Then when we'd finish eating I would tell you how much you m-mean to me and how much I need you in my life. Curse this stupid cage!" he raised a fist into the air.

"Look who's getting sappy now." you mused, Sonic could only grin in response. 

"Ahem!" a cough pulled you away from each other, turning your back you caught Tails with the smuggest look on his face "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"Tails, for the love of all things- would you just let us out of here already." Sonic near enough growled out, hand still holding your own. Tails huffed but did as he was told, "Alright, alright don't get your shoelaces in a twist. I'll have you guys out in just a minute." He then disappeared from sight, presumably working on lifting the trap.

"So, do you really mean all that?" you asked Sonic, keeping your voice down thanks to your audience. Sonic looked from Tails to you, "Of course I do, you're my (guy/gal/non-binary pal). T-that's if you want to be?"

You leant forward, kissing the tip of his nose, "I'd love nothing more." 

"Annddd, presto! You're free to go." Tails announced, seconds later the cage shot back into the sky. You pointed a finger up, "Should we be worried about that trapping other people?"

"Nah," both Tails and Sonic shrugged. Sonic turned to his best friend, offering him a fist bump, "Thanks a lot, little buddy, you really saved us there."

"No problem, what's a best friend for if he can't spring his two friends from a cage placed by their one and only villain?" 

"Anyway, I believe we have a date to get to." Sonic rushed out, lifting you up effortlessly. He shared one last smile with Tails before zooming along the beach to his shack paradise, the falling sun turning to night.

Bonus:

"Where have you guys been? I've been cooking this chicken 10 times slower than I usually would, the flavours going to be ruined! And don't get me started on the now warm potato salad!" Amy roared, emerging from the shack with a stained apron on.

"Hey Ames, about that-" Sonic chimed in, but Amy cut him off "Sonic the Hedgehog, you have no concern for fine cooking! I hope you're happy with yourself!" she then stormed off, leaving the new couple very perplexed. 

"I am happy with myself, I have a positive mental attitude." Sonic raised a brow towards you, earning a short giggle.

"By the way that'll be 100 rings for my services." Amy butted in, ruining the romance in an instant. Sonic groaned but paid the woman, shifting a chair for you to sit down on, then pulling out his own. He leant across the table taking both of your hands in his, "Now where were we?"

[grimmhorizen01]

The Bartender

Part 1/2

you met him at a bar, you ran out of luck like everyone else in the city an you went to the bar to drink, that’s when you met him.

A gruff man, siting behind the counter serving drinks, he was nice to most people, mainly you but you liked that about him, gruff on the outside nice in the inside.

He pass you a drink as you droned on about your day, an there he sat listening.

His face carrying a warm smile that you’ve only seen him show towards you when ever you arrive at his bar.

He pats for your drinks even when you tell him not to, yet he you never see him do that for even his other loyal customers.

An as you drone on he’d give you some wise words, some encouraging you to keep pushing onward an others to cheer you up after a hard day, each working wonders.

His words keep you going but after nearly every work day or night you come here to see his friendly smiles an get a drink.

He’s always here, every day.

No matter the time or day or weather, you sometimes joke with him that he sleeps behind the bar.

An he’d jokingly say he does an that he sleeps in the cooler when the heat gets to much, despite hating many thing a about your life, he was one of the things you liked, hes here waiting for you every day.

Until the one day he isn’t.

You walked in an saw the bar packed as always but not tender, no gruff man with a thick beard an nice brown eyes, so there you sat in your seat, you always sat in the same one, it’s got your name one, you made sure of it.

As you sat there, another worker was taking his place, he didn’t know where the gruff man was, he said he just up an disappeared, so there you sat, sadden that you’d had lost your one true friend, the worker poured you a drink an gave it too you.

It didn’t taste like what the bartender would usually give you but, you where to sad to care, you didn’t even notice when two men carried you out the back door, as your mind was stuck in the bartender.

His features still prevalent in your mind, that’s when you realized what was happening, you where being thrown into the back of van, your limbs where numb, they wouldn’t fight back against the men, an as you head hit the floor of the van, that’s when you heard it, as your brain rattled around its cage a loud bang was heard, as you watch one man fall to the ground, then another bang, an the other man dropped.

Then a third an a man siting over you, with your clothes in his hand, you hadn’t even noticed him until his body hit the van floor bed, you wondered what was happening, as a familiar man enter view, it was him, the bartender.

A revolver in hand as he dropped it and gently picked you up and carried you back inside the bar, heading up a set of stairs you had never noticed, he opened a door an their sat a bedroom an kitchen….. maybe he did actually live at the bar.

He walked to the bed an lay you down, before saying something, his words entered your ears but made no sense they where garbled, an so he held your hand tight before covering you with a blanket, it smelled like him, of lemons, limes, an assorted types of alcohol, it was warm as you watched him leave the room, before he even closed the door, you where asleep.

(Made for @inennathedummy)

[dissociativedaydream]

Soft - Part 3

Pairing: Bossk x Vertani!reader (read more about Vertani here)

Word Count: ~2.4K

Tags: NSFW (18+), brief mentions of alcohol, a dash of protective!Bossk, talks about family building, illusion to breeding kink, unprotected PiV, double penetration (both in V), brief mention of cum eating

A/N: so I have a headcanon that Trandoshans make noises like some lizards do to indicate their needs/emotions, I bring it up here toward the end so I wanted to address it

<- Part 2

NSFW below the cut

“No, the agreement was you could come but you stay on the ship.”

It had been months since your father kidnapped you from the apartment you had shared with Bossk on Tattoine. With the help of Latts you were able to convince your husband to let you follow along on jobs. He still insisted on continuing to pay rent in case you one day decided that you wanted to stay behind.

So the fact you were starting to ask to actually help with jobs was annoying him.

Latts and Dengar, the human man that joined your pickup, enjoyed the fact that you were annoying the normally stoic Trandoshan. It was evident now as Latts giggled and Dengar smirked while gathering his gear.

“Please. I can be helpful.” You pouted.

He huffed. “This isn’t a discussion about you being helpful. I don’t want you in danger.”

You continued to pout as he nuzzled your hair before following the other two bounty hunters off the ship. Boba hadn’t come on this one, something about them being able to do the job without him. He was sprouting into quite the leader.

To pass the time you took inventory and tidied up the ship. For someone that was a bachelor up until recently, Bossk kept his ship pretty well organized and clean. That meant you quickly ran out of ways to keep yourself busy. You grabbed the datapad that Bossk had gotten you for situations like this.

Settling into the copilot chair you read up on the planet you were currently on, some backwater jungle planet. You lost track of time, only looking up when you heard the group return. They all sounded like they were in good spirits so hopefully, that means the job went well.

“Hey wifey!” Latts Razzi swept into the cockpit with her standard smirk. “We’re going to go get drinks so celebrate, want to come?”

You all but jump out of your seat, “yes please, I’m so bored.”

Latts giggled holding out a hand to you. You wrapped your arms around each other’s shoulders and walked to where the boys were waiting just outside the ship.

Bossk clicked his tongue as you two appeared. “Making a move Latts?”

“It’s tempting,” Latts leaned her head into the side of yours as you two giggled.

Your husband extended an arm to you and you moved to embrace him. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, a rare occurrence for him. While Latts was joking, maybe he was a little nervous. Or the job paid a lot. You didn’t really care, you enjoyed the extra affection. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as your group walked to the closest bar.

The bar was crowded, only a few seats were open at the bar counter. People stared at your odd group as you walked to the seats, Bossk’s grip on you tightened as someone whistles. There were only the two open seats and Bossk all but pushed you down into one, Latts sitting in the other. He took a territorial stance behind you two, glancing over his shoulder.

You followed his gaze to a group of Trandoshans, surprisingly you recognized one of them as Cradossk, his father.

Leaning in you whisper so that only he and Latts could hear you, “what is he doing here?”

“There was a liiiittle competition for the bounty.” Latts admitted, an uneasy grin on her face. “They’re not super happy about it.”

You grasped Bossk’s shoulder, his muscles were tense. “Maybe we should wait to celebrate until we’re back on Tattoine.”

Dengar snorted behind you, “I doubt they’ll actually try anything. Cradossk wouldn’t stop asking about you when we bumped into him in the middle of the job.”

You quirked your brow at him, “why?”

Before he could respond Bossk growled, effectively cutting him off. You frown, turning to your husband. His face was scrunched, his already intimidating appearance looking downright frightening. Well, frightening to other people.

“If you think I’m not going to get the answer eventually, then you don’t realize who you married.” You grumbled, squeezing his shoulder.

His face relaxed slightly, a breathy chuckle leaving him. “I know. Let’s get a drink then get going.”

~

“Are you going to tell me what your dad was asking or am I going to have to annoy it out of you?” You mumbled into the collar of your husband’s nightshirt.

You’d made it back to Tattoine that afternoon, the three bounty hunters going to report to Boba while you headed back to your and Bossk’s apartment. He’d stayed away until it was late, no doubt hoping to avoid this very situation. Unfortunately for him, you’re stubborn as hell.

He grumbled in response, the low noise rattling his chest. “Can’t this wait?”

You rolled your eyes before moving so you were face to face with the Trandoshan. He refused to make eye contact, instead opting to stare at the ceiling. Sighing you traced a finger down his chest, with his muscle relaxed he was softer than he looked.

“You’re hoping I’ll forget.” You smirked. “If you don’t want me to keep asking, then you’ll have to just tell me. It can’t be that bad.”

He was quiet and still for a moment, if it wasn’t for his blinking eyes you’d think he fell asleep.

“He wanted to know if you were expecting yet.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, obviously not wanting to have this conversation.

“Oh,” you reply.

You weren’t really surprised. Both Trandoshans and Vertani had a heavy focus on families and a baby would solidify your marriage. It was odd that Bossk was so reluctant to tell you something so normal to both your people.

While you wanted answers, you were reluctant to push. You liked to annoy him with little things, this didn’t seem little to him. Instead, you snuggled back into his side.

“That’s it?” Bossk interrupted the silence.

You hummed, “yeah.”

He pushed you back slightly so he could sit up, you propped yourself up on an elbow to watch him stretch.

“What do you think about it?” He asked, standing to gaze out the window blinds.

This was the most fidgety you’d ever seen him in the last year you’d been together. Normally he was the definition of either stoic or angry. It was making you a little nervous.

Nevertheless, you answered. “I would like a family but it’s not the end of the world if we don’t have one.”

Bossk didn’t react for a few minutes. You laid back down, tracing patterns on the blankets, waiting for him to respond. Finally, he moved but instead of speaking, he moved to hover over you, caging you to the bed.

“Pretty relax answer for someone trying to figure out my cycle.” He chuckled.

You felt your cheeks flush. He was half right.

“Sort of,” you admit.

He says nothing as he leans down, tongue lolling out of his mouth before he licks a stripe up your neck.

“Continue.” His voice resumes its relaxed grumble.

You sighed. “I thought maybe my cycle would sync with yours if I was around you more.”

His eyes snap up to yours, a mischievous glint in them.

“You should have told me, little wife,” he clicked his tongue in pretentious chastising. “Pheromones would fix that right up.”

Pheromones, duh, why didn’t you think of that? Bossk often let you know he could tell what emotion you were feeling through your scent, it made sense pheromones would be a factor.

“I didn’t know how you would take it.” Your second admission caused him to look at you skeptically.

“Isn’t communication key my little wife? Why wouldn’t I want to give you exactly what you want?” His voice is almost a purr as a hand moves down your chest, pausing over your breast. “What my girl wants, she gets.”

His words went straight to your core, surprised at his words.

“What about you? What do you want?” You asked.

Bossk’s hand moves down and lingers on your stomach, thumb stroking the fabric of your shirt lightly. He looks up at you pointedly.

“Noted,” you breathe, somewhat surprised.

You guess you shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not like either of you had been careful with sex but explicitly saying it changed things, made it real. He shifted, hand moving down to the crotch of his pants to adjust himself and drawing your attention to the straining fabric. Raising one of your brows you smirk at him.

“So pheromones, huh?” You giggled.

He shot you a warning look before pulling his shirt off, discarding it on the floor.

“I won’t be gentle when I fuck you while in rut.” He growled.

You giggle, “you’re usually gentle? Pretty sure the bruises on my hips beg to differ.”

He leaned down, nuzzling your neck before licking it again, this time with his sharp teeth grazing over your pulse point as well.

“That’s nothing little wife,” he murmured against your skin.

“Show me.”

The growl that erupted from your husband’s throat went straight to your core and admittedly startled you momentarily. He grabbed your shirt, the sound of ripping fabric the only sound in the room as his claws tore it easily. His tongue teased across your breasts, his saliva leaving a warm trail across your skin. He trailed his tongue up your neck and chin, nipping your skin lightly as he went. A strong hand trailed down your naked body, grabbing your underwear, nearly ripping it too.

“Uh uh, these are the ones you like.” You interrupted his movement.

He grumbled but conceded, they were his favorite, he carefully moved the fabric over your hips before his tongue was between your legs. Bossk’s tongue pushed inside you, a content grumble in his throat as he tasted you. His claws dragged up your thighs causing you to hiss at the sting. He paused, glancing up at you checking that you were okay. When you nod he acknowledges it with a flick of his tongue, hitting a soft spot inside you.

You moan loudly, his claws digging into the meat of your thighs in response. He’d stated on a few occasions that he enjoyed the variety of noises you made, especially in the bedroom.

“You know,” you murmured. “This isn’t very different from normal.”

His reply chuckle was deep in his throat, “Let me enjoy you little wife, I missed your taste.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, squeezing his head between your thighs to be a brat. He growled in response, nipping your thigh with sharp teeth.

“Ow!” You recoiled, seeing red pinpricks where his teeth pierced your skin.

“That’s a taste of what you wanted me to show you little wife. Do you still want it?” He murmured before licking across the small wound.

You thought for a moment, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you to the point of genuine pain. Not that you entirely hated the pain either. All you knew right now is his tongue felt really good as it soothed your skin which caused you to whimper.

Bossk groaned, pulling his pants down. He reached down grabbing his cocks in one hand and started stroking himself, groaning at his own touch. You whimpered in disappointment and pouted.

Chuckling Bossk clicked his tongue, “want something?”

You reached down between your legs, touching your neglected clit. He grumbled, watching as you traced tight circles around the sensitive nerve. Pushing your hand away, he lined his cocks up with your entrance.

“Ready to try?” He asked softly.

You nod nervously, up until now you’d only taken one at a time. But you knew during his rut his amped up body would only be satisfied if you could take both.

He rubbed the heads of his cock through your folds, adding your juices to his, “Breathe little wife.”

Bossk eased into you slowly, you winced at the stretch and a whispered chorus of curse words left your lips. He moaned loudly as he bottomed out inside you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

His cocks left no area inside of you untouched, you’d never felt so full. You looked down your abdomen slightly swollen from the intrusion. Bossk was still other than his claws digging into the sheets with an audible tearing noise. His hips rocked slightly, pressing against every sensitive spot inside you.

Bossk groaned something in Dosh as he almost collapsed on you, his hips pulling back slightly before snapping into you again. You gasped loudly, you could feel yourself clench around him though his cocks didn’t allow for much movement.

“You’re so tight little wife,” he moaned before licking up your neck. “I could cum just like this.”

To emphasize his point he pulled hips back nearly all the way, just leaving the heads inside, before pushing back into you. You gasped again, each movement he made pressed pleasure up your core, the growing pressure of your orgasm coiling tightly in your belly.

He grasps your hips, pushing his flush against yours rocking so that his cocks pressed against the one spot he knew would unravel you quickly. You wrapped your legs around him as he pulls back just slightly before snapping hips back to press into just the right spot, hard. Your thighs shake as you feel the tension from your belly spread heat up your spine and down your legs, another thrust hitting just the right spot caused a shockwave of pleasure to flood your body.

Your pussy clenched around his cocks, Bossk swearing before he shuddered, his own orgasm hitting him as his cum flooding your pussy. As he pulled out you could feel the mixture of your juices drip from you and he leaned back to admire his handiwork.

You dropped your head down to the bed, feeling sore and more than exhausted. Bossk spreads your legs, mindful of pushing you too much as you hiss. He dips his head down, tongue running over your slit, tasting the two of you. You’d normally would have made a smart ass comment but his tongue soothed the sting that the stretch of his cocks left you with and you didn’t want him to stop.

He moved again to rest his head on your stomach the rest of his body still resting between your legs. You reached down stroking his face, earning a sleepy but content sounding grumble from your husband.

“You did good little wife,” he mumbled, “now go to sleep.”

You shift slightly, centering his head on your stomach before you stretch and close your eyes. Bossk made a quiet clicking noise, a noise you’d heard a few times when he was overly content, it was a welcomed noise as you drifted off to sleep.

[johaerys-writes]

Fandom: The Song of Achilles

Pairing: Achilles/Patroclus

Chapter 17: Tell Me Again is up! My take on the scene on p.171 of the book (you know the one). Smut and feels, so many feels. Enjoy! <3

Read here or on AO3 | Read from the beginning

“Odysseus said there would be a storm tonight.” 

There was rain, already pattering on our tent’s roof. The wind had picked up, in the short time we’d spent around the fire after we’d beached. The storms in the Aegean never lasted for long; there one moment, gone the next, but during those moments it was like the skies were crumbling, like the oceans heaved. 

I wasn’t afraid of storms. There was an honesty to them, a directness, in the way the winds howled and the waves raged, crashing against the rocks and battering the boats along the shore. My people made up all sorts of stories for them: ‘Zeus is arguing with Hera again,’ they would say, or, ‘Aeolus, the god of winds, has lost control of them again; unruly and wily they are, like children.’ The way the northern wind roared now, through the branches of the cypress trees that lined the beach, it sounded like a beast, rattling the bars of its cage.

The storm did not scare me, not really. But the stronger the winds blew, the quicker we would be sailing towards Phthia, down the path that had been laid out before us. Quicker still, towards the fulfilment of the prophecy, and Achilles' inevitable fate. 

My eyes burned behind my eyelids like live coals. The knot that had been lodged in my throat since we’d sailed from Skyros tightened painfully. There’d been a ball of trepidation in my stomach since the day we'd learned of the gods' foretelling, and it twisted and writhed like an eel, burrowed deeper with each hour, each minute, as if it wished to make its home there. It took my sleep away, I couldn't eat. I couldn’t breathe. 

How long? I asked myself, as I had so many times before. How long until we reached Phthia? How long until we set off again, for good? How long before the gods’ whims changed once more, and we found ourselves in stormy seas, floundering?

Achilles was lying beside me on the bedroll, sprawled on his belly like a cat in the sun. His back was rising and falling with his smooth breaths, and the quiet, steady sound mingled with the rain, the distant thunder. The day had been long, and we had both grown weary. Achilles’ talk with Odysseus by the ship’s prow had left him silent and thoughtful. Where the previous days he’d been bright and lighthearted, drinking in Odysseus’ and Diomedes’ jokes and stories, now he was withdrawn, aloof. He did not know what to make of the Prince of Ithaca, and neither did I. 

The man was quick to smile, sharp like a knife and just as precise. He said one thing, only to prepare the ground for something else, twisting the conversation in any way it pleased him. One jest of his swiftly unfolded into another, and another, until one could not tell where the jest ended and the truth began; the truth he wanted his listener to believe.

I did not trust him. I did not like the way he spoke to Achilles, telling him what he wanted to hear but never completely disguising the hook that lingered beneath his words, or the bait. More than that, I could not forget how he and the King of Argos had tricked Achilles, how they had taken advantage of his honest and ready nature for their own plans, their own gains. I could not make myself agreeable to them, even when I tried. I feared every word that left Odysseus’ lips and the way Diomedes’ dark eyes shone like a hound’s when the light fell on them just so. When they talked about one thing, I wanted to talk about another; when Achilles laughed at their jokes, I wanted to pull him away, to shake him.

He is too trusting, Thetis had told me in Skyros, and she was not wrong. Achilles never held on to rage for long, or grief; like the Aegean storms, his dark moods were quick to come, quicker to disperse, followed by bright sunshine, by his quick and hearty laugh. He did not know what true betrayal was, because he'd never felt it. But I did not want him to lose his easy trust, his earnest curiosity, his eagerness. It was a part of him, of his nature, and I did not wish to change it. 

How long? I asked myself again. How long until this, like everything, changed beyond his control, beyond mine, beyond recognition?

“Your hair never quite lies flat, here,” Achilles said. 

I turned to him, and found him watching. His eyes shone like a feline’s in the dark. He touched my head, behind my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I like it.”

My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. His touch was tender and careful, just short of being playful, and the warmth of it took my mind away from my thoughts, my worries, as it always did. “You haven’t,” I said.

“I should have.” His hand drifted down to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse. “What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?”

“No,” I said.

“This, surely, then.” His hand moved across the muscles of my chest; my skin warmed beneath it. “Have I told you of this?”

“That you have told me.” My breath caught a little as I spoke.

“And what of this?” His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. “Have I spoken of it?”

“You have.”

“And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this.” His cat’s smile. “Tell me I did not.”

“You did not.”

“There is this, too.” His hand was ceaseless now. “I know I have told you of this.”

I closed my eyes. “Tell me again."

Achilles’ touch grew swifter, his grip firmer. He leaned in close, mapping with his lips the slope of my chin, the hollow of my throat. “How about I show you?” he whispered. 

"Yes," I could only murmur as his mouth moved lower, his breath skimming my chest. Every kiss heated my blood to boiling, raised goosebumps in its wake. Achilles knew the effect his touch always had on me; I could feel him smiling with every tiny shiver that rolled over me, every time my breath caught. 

"This, here," he said, kissing a dark freckle over my right breast. "I've told you of this, many times. And this." He pressed his lips to my belly button, to the thin trail of dark hair that led to my navel. “I like this, too."

“You do?” I asked, and my voice sounded hoarse, threadbare. I was quickly unravelling under Achilles’ lips, his hand. 

“Oh, yes.” The tips of his golden hair brushed my stomach as he moved steadily downwards, like feathers, and for a moment I was back in Skyros, in the small grove we’d found close to the beach Achilles used to go for his training. The grass was always soft there, retreating under the weight of our bodies, and the dappled shade provided enough protection from the sun, shielded us from any wandering eyes that might fall upon us. Achilles would often draw me there, laughing and teasing, kissing me and undressing me along the way, always impatient. I smiled at the memories, and reached down to thread my fingers through his rich locks. 

“Why do you like it?” I asked.

“It’s soft.” He glanced up at me, and his jade green eyes seemed to be the only source of light in our dark tent. “Your skin is always soft. And it smells— like you.”

“You don't say,” I laughed, but my laughter melted into a sigh when Achilles kissed his way further down, as every stroke of his hand brought me closer, and closer to that well of want that stirred within me, endless, just for him. His mouth wrapped around me, achingly warm and velvety smooth, and then I was all but gone. 

“Achilles,” I breathed, arching into that sweltering embrace. My fingers drew down the side of his face, tracing the muscles of his jaw that tensed as he took me further in, then smoothing along the slope of his neck, the dip between his shoulder blades. His hair cascaded over the curve of his shoulder, rivers of gold. 

The rain was starting to fall harder now, drowning out the thunder, the howling of the wind. In the shelter of our tent there was just us, and beyond that there was nothing; in this little pocket of space and time, only we existed, the heat of our bodies, the beat of our hearts, the swell of our lungs. All of my thoughts dissolved and crumbled away, castles in the sand swept away by the high tide.

He released me slowly, kissing his way up my stomach, my chest. He reached beside me for the bottle of oil he always kept by his pillow, and the air between us smelled of pomegranate and sandalwood when he pulled the cap. 

“Have I told you,” he said, as his oiled fingers wrapped around me again, “how much I like it when you say my name?”

I swallowed, shivers running over me with the warmth of that touch, the slickness of the oil. “No,” I said. 

“I should have.” He smiled then, his knowing smile, his sharp one, as he pushed himself up on his knees and straddled me. “You should say it more often.” 

“How much more often?” I teased, reaching up to hold him by the waist. His muscles were strong under my fingertips, firm as marble, but his skin was so soft. “I say it enough already, I think.”

“You should say it now.” Achilles’ gaze was warmer now, hazy with desire, his lids falling heavy over his eyes. He lowered himself over me, and his lips parted on a silent intake of breath. “Say it, Patroclus.”

“Achilles,” I whispered, my voice thick as if with pain. Emotion blurred my vision, and outside was fully dark now, but I could still see him, as bright as if it were day. 

He sighed, closed his eyes. His head fell back, his hand splayed on my chest covering my heart, to feel the wild beating of its pulse. He rocked on top of me slowly, and I let him set the pace he liked, the rhythm. It wasn’t long before we were both panting, our breaths misting the humid air of our tent. His scent was everywhere around me, thick and warm, musk and sweat, and I breathed him in like I never would again.  

Achilles. Achilles. My beautiful, wild Achilles, with that fervent gleam in his eye and his kitten smiles, solid and strong above me, holding me. I whispered his name again, again, against his lips and his skin, in the air between us. There was no need for other words, there never had been.

He tipped sideways and drew me with him, rolling us both around on the rough bedding. His strong legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer yet and deeper, and his arms linked behind my neck. He was flushed, as his lips were flushed, the first hints of perspiration glinting on his brow. He was summer, golden and bright, the nectar of his lips sweet like honeyed wine when he kissed me, and just as heady. 

He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, his eyes gazing deep into my own. 

“There is this, here, too," he panted. "Have I told you of this?”

“No,” I said, kissing his thumb, his fingers, his palm, “you have not.” My mind was drifting away from me as I chased this pleasure wherever it led me.

“This small line, the indentation in the middle of your lip,” he said, touching it. “I’m sure I have told you of it. Do you not remember? And this, here—” He drew me down to him to kiss me, stealing the air from my lungs. His tongue brushed along the length of my own, and he hummed. “I like this, too. I like it so much, Patroclus.”

“Achilles…”

He threaded his fingers through my hair. His touch was steady and sure, anchoring me. “What is it you like about me?” he asked me.

I laughed, strained and hoarse. “Is this a serious question?”

“Mmhmm.”

His hair was spread on the pillow, lazy swirls of gold that gleamed even in the dark. He was visceral, blazing like sunlight on the sea, the salt of his sweat sharp on my lips. “Tell me, Patroclus.”

I sighed and closed my eyes, losing myself in his undulating heat.

Could I put it into words?

The way he ran, and his feet tapped the hard packed earth beneath him, flickered pink like tongues. The way he practiced his spears at the beach every morning, and the dawn sun bathed his form as he danced upon the sand. The way the light caught in his hair, the way it grew lighter in the summer, like ripe wheat, and darker in the winter, like thyme honey. The way he tilted his head just so when he thought, exposing the delicate curve of his neck. 

The way he smiled; his quick and eager smiles and his mischievous ones, and those warm, slow spreading ones that were meant just for me. His hands, with their smooth backs and long, lyrist's fingers, and the perfect half moons of his nails. The arrow of his nose and the sweet bow of his lips. His eyes, sharp with focus when he trained, keen and playful when he teased me, soft when we made love. His eyes. Gods’ mercy, his eyes—

I gasped when the waves of my climax curled over me and gripped me, taking me with them. Achilles held me close as I unravelled, shuddering underneath me, pulled by that same tide.  

Everything, I whispered in his ear, mere moments before I was swept away. All of you, always.   

~

Later, Achilles sleeps next to me. Odysseus’ storm has come, and the coarse fabric of the tent wall trembles with its force. I hear the stinging slap, over and over, of waves reproaching the shore. He stirs and the air stirs with him, bearing the musk-sweet smell of his body. I think: this is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. 

I think: how long do we have?

~

Thank you so much for reading! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 Have a great day!

[bitterlavenderwritings]

lovely little thing

a/n: i haven’t written for hawks for a long time then this scenario settled in my head for some reason. what was supposed to be a drabble turned into a fic of sorts lol.

(take note that the reader acts aloof and doesn’t express herself often than most people, so if you feel like you can’t relate  it’s alright for you to not read this.)

pairing/s: yan!hawks x reader

wc: 1 688

tags: kidnapping, yandere themes (obv), stalking, manipulation, implied drug use.

Any sane person would panic right now.

Waking up in an unfamiliar room should already set off alarms in your head that most people would immediately heed to. How did you get here? Were you taken by force? Where was your phone-

You moved to grasp anything, a headboard or  whatever solid thing that’s closest to you. But there is nothing but silk sheets and pillows scattered around. Your eyes struggle to lift open,for some reason they feel heavier than usual. After a few blinks you open your eyes to see yourself in a huge cage-?

With shaking arms, you get up on your knees to survey your surroundings. It’s then you realize your wrists are bound with individual cuffs with long, thin chains locked in two small hooks at the very back of the cage. You give them light tugs, testing how heavy and durable they are. Despite it’s light weight, it would still be impossible for you to break them without any heavy tools. 

But that wasn’t the most peculiar thing you were seeing right now, what puzzled you is the cage you were currently in.

It was huge, and had a lot of space. It wasn’t a box or any cage that resembled that of a dog’s. it was shaped like a bird’s cage, long gold thin bars encasing you in that stretched to the ceiling. It had intricate designs that made it look elegant and beautiful, something you would’ve appreciated if it weren’t for the fact that it held you captive. 

You spot a small door, locked shut with a padlock that looks brand new. You give it a few shakes, rattling it a bit to test how tight it is. After a minute you give up, opting to observe everything else in hopes of finding a way out.

It’s odd how everything seems to be staged just for you. The room the cage is in is a lavish bedroom, the type you see on television. A four poster bed in the middle, a dainty dresser complete with a wide mirror on the opposite wall, and a walk in closet that seems to be closed as of the moment. 

You look down at yourself, taking notice of the nightgown you’re wearing. It doesn’t seem to be one of yours, an expensive material that’s soft to the touch with pretty lace trimmings.

You feel so out of place, estranged to the unfamiliar room that speaks nothing of someone like you. You’re here for a reason, but you can’t put a finger on it.

Your inquiring thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an opening door. You stiffen in fear as you hear the door close again with the nearing footsteps of an unknown person. They take their time approaching you, light steps that seem to have a bit of a pep in them as they make their way to you.

You feel a gust of wind that billowed on your bare back, causing you to shiver for a moment. You desperately want to see them, your captor, the person responsible for your captivity. But you don’t move, choosing to stare at the blurry window that shines a glowing light to your meek frame that feels oh so small in the cage. 

“Once again you’re not saying anything. Quiet as always, aren’t you baby bird?” That nickname...

Slowly, you turn behind you, eyes meeting a familiar pair of honey gold irises. He smiles, a soft curve that speaks of quiet triumph and glee. His gloved hands are grasping the bars softly, sending a message of possession and dominance.

You know him, hell, everybody does. Being a number two hero was no joke, especially for someone as young as him. His wings, a deep shade of red that spreads out at his back, flutter in light flaps as he takes his time looking at you.

He seems to be pleased, barely containing his excitement as he caresses the bars fondly. There’s a soft look in his eyes, the type a person would give to a dear lover of theirs. 

But you’re not his lover, at least you think so.

There’s no mistaking the dark gleam in his eyes, something too hidden and cryptic for you to decipher. It’s sends an unpleasant feeling in your chest but you keep shut about it. Who knows what he might do if he’s displeased.

You remember how sharp and deadly those feathers can be, despite how soft and pretty they can look at first glance.  

Fear settles in the pit of your stomach, but you ignore it. You had to know, why were you here and why you of all people. You only managed to utter one word.

“Why?” His eyes widens just for a tiny fraction, surprised at your newfound courage. His lips curl into a smirk, seemingly satisfied that you’re not screaming your lungs out or protesting like he’d expect any person would.

But of course you weren’t like most people, which is why he had chosen you in the first place.

“Do I really need a reason?” His smirk widens even wider at your raised eyebrow. To think you can still hold your own at a time like this, how interesting...

He reaches out through the small gaps of the cage, just wide enough for his right arm to fit and enter your rightful place. He preens at the thought, your new home, just where he is.

He holds a strand of hair in his fingers, playing with it as he looks at you endearingly. A spread of warmth fills his chest as he sees your usually blank face fluster at his touch.

“You’re mine, isn’t that easy to understand? Ever since that day I saved you, I’ve already claimed what’s rightfully mine.” Your brows furrow, taking in his words. He doesn’t hear a word of objection, but he knows you disagree despite your silence.

“Don’t you think I’m right, little birdie? I saved you from a painful death after all, that building would have crushed your frail body when that villain struck it’s concrete walls. Rescue wouldn’t have made it in time, so it was all my efforts that kept you alive and breathing ‘til this day.”

It’s then he sees it, a crack in your argument that you hold between your lips. He knows just how he can convince you to stay, and he won’t stop until you believe it completely yourself. 

You’re a stubborn person, something he observed after keeping track of you ever since seeing you that day. You haven’t met him personally at the time, but he saw you first.

You looked blissfully in peace tending to your row of lilies, smiling softly to yourself unaware of the prying golden eyes of a hawk latched onto its prey.

He thought the flowers fit you perfectly, sweet innocence that blossomed beneath the loud, massive noises that dominated the crowd. 

He’s kept watch of you since then, trailing behind you up in the skies where you couldn’t see him. He even went as far as to disguise himself, hiding his identity to speak a few words to you as a stranger. 

He wasn’t even disappointed when you limited your interactions, choosing to utter a few words then cut off the conversation entirely. You disliked talking to people, especially strangers. So you made sure to make it obvious that you weren’t an open person anybody could just approach.

He liked that about you, something that set you apart from the rest. He thought it couldn’t get any better, but you surprised him again once more when he saved you that day.

You were grateful of course, despite your cold nature, you still had feelings and  manners like any other person. But you didn’t gawk at him, or praised him endlessly like a god like his fan girls did. 

You even refused when he offered to fly you home! Not wanting to abuse his generosity as you put it. You were blunt and wanted nothing more from him. He was instantly hooked.

He couldn’t possibly just let you go now, could he?

So when the time finally came, he didn’t hesitate to use your vulnerability to his advantage. You always left your windows wide open at night, preferring to sleep with the moonlight lighting up your dark room softly.

He found that habit of yours adorable, but also too dangerous. What if there was someone else like him who could reach your floor and possibly harm you? He couldn’t have that, no no. All the more reason to keep you safe and sound, he reasoned. But on his own terms.

It wasn’t that hard if he was being honest, you were already tired when you got home to begin with. So when he held the dampened cloth to your nose, your struggles weren’t that strong to budge him the slightest. 

Within a few minutes you grew limp in his arms, making it easy for him to carry you up in the night sky, taking you home right where you belonged to.

Seeing you calm and collected on that cage nearly sent him to a frenzy. You sat  like you belonged there, ignoring the way your eyes darted from you to him apprehensively.

“It’s okay now sweetie, I’ll take real good care of you.” He cooed as he held your face in his hands. Your skin was smooth and delicate to his touch, something he noted while admiring your beauty. 

“You’ll see, sooner or later you won’t have to worry about a single thing.” He’ll make sure of it. He can already see it, you craving him as much as he does with yours. But first he has to be patient, he’s not deluded enough into thinking you won’t go down without your own defenses after all.

He’ll have to take his time breaking down each and every one of the walls you’ve built around yourself to finally lay a hand on how you truly feel. He grinned in anticipation.

You were an interesting, lovely little thing after all, and he’s gonna have so much fun with you. 

[cafedanslanuit]

[ k i n k t o b e r ]  d a y   15    -   masterlist

↪ character: aizawa shouta [boku no hero academia]

↪ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, punk/rock singer!reader, face-fucking, references to brat taming, light!brat reader, semi-public sex

↪ a/n: ahhhhh, i had this idea for so so long. punk/rock singer and aizawa have been living rent free in my mind for some weeks now <3

↪ featured playlist:

— bad reputation - joan jett

— paradise city - guns n’ roses

— hot for teacher - van halen

You took a second look at your broken fishnet, your fingers tracing the fabric. Memories on how it broke filled your mind making you smirk to yourself. You smoothed your faux leather skirt and stood up from your crouching position, looking at the other people on the stage.

“We’re good to go?”

The rest of the band nodded and you smiled. Passing a hand through your hair, you tapped the microphone twice and greeted the audience. They weren’t as enthusiastic or wild as the one you were used to, but after a long argument with your band you had agreed to accept performing in a higher-class bar. ‘It’s good money’, they had said. And they weren’t wrong, it definitely was better money than your regular shows at an underground bar gave you, but you felt like a caged bird. People with fancy shoes holding expensive drinks were looking at you like some sort of exhibition. And it kind of was. It was 80’s night for a reason.

The guitarist started the known riff and you did your best to put on a good show.

“And I don’t give a damn about my bad reputation…”

It was almost unnerving how people were still sitting down, shoulders slightly moving as they listened to you sing. You tried not to roll your eyes at them. Just one hour, you told yourself. One hour and you’re out of here.

You were in the middle of your fifth song and third beer when you started having fun. Your leather jacket was left behind on the floor and you were play-flirting along with the bassist, putting one hand on his shoulder as you sang to him.

“Take me down to the paradise city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty,” you sang along with your longtime friend. You laughed at your antics and then went back to the center of the stage. For once, you didn’t care the audience was still sitting down. Fuck them. You were having fun enough for all of them and were going to take their money at the end of the night.

Suddenly, most people started looking at the club entrance. Imitating them, your eyes darted there as well, and saw a group of men and women making their way to a big table. You recognized most of them as they were pro-heroes, but wondered what they were doing there. A black haired woman put a birthday party on her head and you assumed it was her birthday. Your eyes kept focusing on every hero in the group until they stopped at a familiar face. A familiar, tired face, whose eyes were widened like a deer caught in the headlights. You winked at him and then looked away.

The song continued as you interacted with the band, rattling your hair as you did so, and twirling just enough for your skirt to rile up but don’t reveal anything. You never expected to see Aizawa again in a place like this, and definitely not tonight. You looked over at his table again and saw him back to his normal state, unamused eyes and just watching all his coworkers interact. He probably didn’t want to be there, and a part of you wanted to keep messing with that.

Before they could change to the next song, you asked the band for a particular one. They went with it, the drum solo filling the club as you propped up your right leg on one of the speakers, platform boots showing off. The guitar followed on the solo and you looked again at Aizawa, who now had an irritated look on his face directed at you. His friends were looking at the stage with a smile, ignoring his friend’s stare. You just smiled back.

“Wait-- wait a second man, what do you think the teacher’s gonna look like this year?” you asked your bassist.

You couldn’t suppress the cheeky grin on your face as you sang. You tried your best not to look too much at that particular table, instead you moved around the stage, probably doing one of your best interpretations of the song. You grabbed the unused microphone stand and used it as support as you crouched down singing the chorus.

“Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I'm hot for teacher. I've got it bad, so bad, I'm hot for teacher.”

For the second time during the song you looked at Aizawa again and almost felt yourself getting wet from the look he was giving you. It was a mix of incredulity, anger and dominance that riled you up even more to keep on teasing him.

Faster than you had wanted to, the song came to an end, leaving you more hot and bothered than you had wanted to. The band kept on playing the rest of the songs planned for the night and you didn’t look at the table again, just focusing on finishing the set as fast as you could.

Your plans of going to the underground bar with the rest of the band went away when they decided to stay there to share a drink for a while. You stuck your tongue out at them and said your goodbyes.

The city streets were empty, but you paid no attention to that. You walked to the alley behind the club and lit up a cigarette. You watched the smoke slowly come out of your lips, dissipating on the cold air around you.

“That thing will kill you,” you heard a voice warning you. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“I’ve put way worse inside my mouth,” you teased him, taking another drag. “Didn’t think of you as a fancy bar kind of dude.”

“I’m not,” he just replied, walking over and stopping in front of you.

“I’m guessing you’re here because you liked the show?” you said, a sly grin appearing on your face.You opened your mouth to say another joke, but Aiazawa grabbed the back of your hair and pulled it harshly towards him.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” he growled against your face. You bit your lower lip and tried to take another drag of your cigarette, only for him to slap it away with his free hands. “You think you’re so fucking funny with your song,” he said, your eyes setting of his again. The hunger you had seen while you were singing on the stage were back there.

“But I am hot for teacher,” you whispered against his lips with an innocent voice.

That was enough for Aizawa to push you down, making you fall on your knees. He unzipped his pants in front of your face and you couldn’t help but lick your lips in anticipation. For the past couple of months, riling him up so he showed his more dominant side with you. Without the need to be ordered to, you opened your mouth and he quickly killed it with his cock, already half hard from your previous exchange.

Never letting go of your hair, he let you bob your head up and down his length, your hands roaming up his thighs as you did so.

“So many hours spent taming you and you still don’t know your place,” he grunted, tugging your hair, eliciting a moan for you. “Maybe it’s because you’re enjoying this too much. But you couldn’t take any more, could you?” he asked, pushing himself just the tiniest bit down your throat. You took him with a groan and nodded at his words, the implication of his words marking your thighs press against each other. Aizawa smirked at your affirmative answer.

Suddenly, you felt him tug even harder at your hair, pulling you closer to him. Your throat made way for his cock, your nose almost grazing his crotch. He started thrusting inside your mouth at a rapid pace, deep grunts coming out of his mouth. Your hands immediately went to hold onto his pants, trying to ground yourself as he fucked your mouth.

“How am I going to fucking tame you if you’re enjoying this?” he spat, looking down at you. Your eyes quickly filled with tears from the abuse to your throat, but at the same time you couldn’t help the moans from coming out. Having him use you like that on an empty alley seemed like something taken out of your fantasies, as you’ve always used the back room or the men’s bathroom of the underground bar you had met. You could see his teeth as grinding as his hips kept moving.

Drool started dripping from your mouth and falling on your thighs only covered by the fishnet he had broken the last time he had taken you in a bathroom stall after a show. The memory of his pressing your head against the door of the stall as he fucked you from the back plus the view of the hot, disheveled teacher as he lost himself inside your mouth made you moan needily.

The vibrations of your voice made him groan and he quickened the pace. Soon enough he was releasing inside your mouth, the hold he had on your hair tightening even more. Aizawa pulled himself off your mouth and a bit of his cum fell on your tank top as you panted to get some air. He held your cheek in his hand, and you looked at him with a soft smile as he cleaned the corners of your mouth with his thumb. You knew your makeup was probably a bit smudgy and your lipstick was surely gone, but he still smiled back, even if it was just a small twitch of his lip. 

Aizawa helped you stand up and watched you as you fixed your hair and checked your clothes, trying to clean off the stain on your tank top.

“I have to go inside now,” he said, his face back to his normal, apathetic self. You nodded, and fixed your jacket once more before leaning forward and placing a small kiss on his face.

“You know where to find me, teacher,” you winked at him, before turning on your heel and walking away.