#Adventure Soft Play Equipment

[adventuresoftplayequipment]

Crafting Magical Worlds: Children's Play Area Design

Are you ready to embark on a journey into the enchanting world of Commercial Soft Play Systems Join us as we explore the art and science behind creating vibrant, engaging spaces where imaginations run wild and laughter fills the air. From whimsical themes to innovative features, let's unravel the secrets of designing the perfect playground for children across the United States.

The Heartbeat of Childhood: Play Area Design

Designing a children's play area is more than just arranging equipment—it's about crafting immersive environments that inspire wonder, promote exploration, and ignite creativity. Like master storytellers, designers weave together elements of art, science, and imagination to create magical worlds where every child can feel like a hero in their own adventure.

What Makes Play Area Design Special?

Creativity Unleashed: Play area design offers boundless opportunities for creativity, with themes ranging from enchanted forests and underwater worlds to futuristic space stations and whimsical wonderlands.

Engagement at Every Turn: Innovative play features, interactive elements, and sensory experiences keep children engaged and excited, encouraging hours of imaginative play and exploration.

Safety and Accessibility: Design considerations prioritize safety, with padded surfaces, age-appropriate equipment, and accessible features ensuring that every child can join in the fun.

The Art of Play: Benefits of Well-Designed Play Areas

Well-designed play areas offer a multitude of benefits for children's physical, cognitive, and social development. Let's explore some of these advantages:

Physical Development: Active play in well-designed play areas promotes gross motor skills development, balance, coordination, and strength, laying the foundation for a healthy lifestyle.

Cognitive Growth: Imaginative play, problem-solving challenges, and sensory experiences enhance cognitive skills such as creativity, critical thinking, and spatial awareness.

Social Interaction: Play areas serve as social hubs where children learn to communicate, cooperate, negotiate, and develop friendships, fostering important social skills and emotional intelligence.

Nurturing Young Minds

Adventure Awaits: Imagine a pirate ship playground where young buccaneers set sail on high seas adventures, or a medieval castle where brave knights defend their kingdom against mythical beasts.

Learning Through Play: Picture play areas that double as outdoor classrooms, with interactive exhibits, nature trails, and hands-on activities that spark curiosity and encourage exploration.

Inclusive Environments: Envision play areas designed to accommodate children of all abilities, with inclusive features such as wheelchair-accessible ramps, sensory play elements, and quiet zones for children with autism or sensory sensitivities.

Designing the Perfect Play Space

Crafting a play area that captivates and inspires requires careful planning, creativity, and attention to detail. Here are some key considerations to keep in mind:

Elements of Effective Design

Theme and Concept: Choose a theme or concept that resonates with your audience and complements the surrounding environment, whether it's based on nature, fantasy, or cultural heritage.

Layout and Flow: Design a layout that encourages exploration and discovery, with clearly defined play zones, intuitive pathways, and strategic placement of equipment to optimize space and traffic flow.

Safety Standards: Ensure that all equipment meets safety standards and guidelines, with proper installation, maintenance, and supervision to minimize risks and hazards.

Accessibility: Incorporate features to ensure accessibility for children of all abilities, including ramps, transfer stations, and sensory-friendly elements that cater to diverse needs.

Conclusion: Where Dreams Take Flight

Children's play area design is a blend of artistry, innovation, and imagination—a testament to the magic of childhood and the power of play. By creating enchanting spaces where children can explore, learn, and make memories, designers are shaping the future generation, one adventure at a time. So, are you ready to embark on your next great adventure? Step into the world of children's play area design and let the magic unfold!

[himasgod]

Kinich x Reader

(0.6k words. I hadn't dared to write about Kinich, but after reading his story and playing with him, I felt like it! Remember that I appreciate every comment, like or repost, they make my day! Also, I accept requests! Enjoy <3)

Where he realizes that you are more valuable to him than the Mora

The air in the mountains of Natlan was harsh and wild, like Kinich. The silence between the two of you, after weeks of roaming those inhospitable places, had become almost comfortable. You both knew the other was there without the need for words, but that day something was different. The tension was felt in every step, in the way his hands tightened the straps of his equipment.

"Why do you always accept the most dangerous missions?" You dared to ask as you followed his determined walk. Kinich, with his gaze fixed on the horizon, did not answer you right away. You usually received direct, raw answers, but this time it seemed that he was meditating on the words.

"Because it is what will bring me more Moras." His answer finally came, as simple as you had imagined.

You stopped, feeling a lump in your chest. Of course, he always talked about Moras, about the tangible rewards he longed for. It was his way of seeing the world, of understanding value. But you knew there was more behind those words. The Kinich you knew, though sometimes cold and calculating, had shown himself to have a much deeper spirit, one that perhaps he himself did not fully understand.

“Is that all that matters? The Mora?” You tried to keep your voice calm, but you couldn’t stop a hint of frustration from creeping in.

He stopped as well, his green eyes meeting yours. A spark of something indecipherable crossed his gaze before his expression returned to that familiar hardness. “What else should matter? We are not born heroes, and no one gives anything in return for nothing.”

You moved closer to him, each step driven by a mix of need and curiosity. He had been by your side in battles, had saved you more times than you could count, but you had never been able to fully decipher what drove him beyond that desire for material rewards. You were so close that you could see the tension in his jaw, the slight flicker in his eyes as he lowered them, perhaps avoiding your scrutiny.

“And me?” you asked quietly, your heart pounding. You weren’t just an adventure partner to him, and you both knew it. But sometimes, Kinich kept you at a distance, as if the price of letting someone get close was too high, even for him.

Kinich raised his head, surprised. For a few seconds, his usual composure seemed to waver, but he quickly regained it. He took a step toward you, his presence as strong and overwhelming as ever, and held your gaze intently. “You’re not a transaction,” he murmured. “You’re…” He swallowed, as if the words were a heavy weight to bear. “You’re important.”

The confession hit you hard, harder than you’d expected. In his own world of Moras, bounties, and contracts, you had found a special place. You weren't just another job, you weren't a goal to be fulfilled. You had gone from being a simple spectator in his life to becoming someone who could break through his defenses, even if it was just for a moment.

"Does that mean you're staying by my side for more than Moras?" You gave him a half-smile, one that Kinich only reserved for you in special moments.

He didn't respond immediately, but instead of words, he let his actions speak for him. With a calculated and agile movement, like the hunter he was, he enveloped you in an unexpected, but firm hug. It wasn't soft or delicate, but it was real. Like everything Kinich did.

"I'm staying because you're someone worth fighting for," he whispered, his voice rough but sincere.

You felt the warmth of his body next to yours, the weight of everything unsaid between the two of you. In the silence of the mountains, you knew that the future of both of you was far from easy, full of challenges and dangers. But at that moment, it didn't matter.

You were with Kinich, and for him, that was more valuable than any reward.

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[inkedinshadows]

Play It For Me

Pairing: Azriel × reader

Summary: You hear music coming from somewhere in the house, and when you go to investigate, you find something completely unexpected.

Warnings: none

A/N: you're free of course to imagine whatever songs you like for this, but while writing I was listening to "River Flows In You" by Yiruma for the first song and "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri in the second part.

Word count: 1.9k

You were curled up in the armchair in your bedroom, your mind lost in the haze of romance and adventure provided by the book you were reading. The rest of the Inner Circle had decided to spend the night at Rita's, but you had stayed at home, opting instead for a quiet evening of relaxation.

The story was so enthralling that it took you a few minutes to notice the soft music playing from somewhere in the house. You frowned, unsure of who it could be since everyone was out.

Putting down your book, you got up to check on the source, and once you were in the hallway, you realized it was a piano playing. The melody was sweet, beautiful, but almost sad. You felt a wave of melancholy as you followed the sound.

You knew where the piano was — in one of the sitting rooms just downstairs, where you had probably been only once or twice. It was a small room, and since the House of Wind was equipped with many larger spaces, your family usually gathered in other rooms when you all came together.

Despite the short distance, you took your time walking there, letting the music wash over you, the sound growing louder with every step.

You didn't know anyone in the Inner Circle could play the piano, but as you reached the open door, you saw who was playing so masterfully and stopped in your tracks.

Azriel sat at the piano, his fingers dancing over the keys. His eyes were closed, and he was so absorbed by the song that his body swayed slightly to follow the rhythm he was creating, his shadows doing the same around his wings. You had never seen him so relaxed, his face free of tension. Instead, his features were calm, captivated by the music, a hint of smile playing on his lips, and you thought that he had never been more beautiful.

Not wanting to interrupt him, you stood in the doorway. You felt like intruding on a personal moment, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk away. You wanted to watch him, and you wanted to hear him play. And so, you stayed.

The music grew louder and faster as you stared at the swift movements of his fingers, his skill enough to match a pianist in the orchestra of the Grand Hall of Velaris. You didn’t know the melody, but it spoke to you of loss and love. Memories of your family and the friends you had lost over the years flooded your mind, and by the time the song slowed again into the last few gentle notes, you had tears in your eyes.

After so much beauty, the silence felt wrong. You took a step forward and said softly, “That was really beautiful, Az.”

Azriel flinched. The Shadowsinger, the Spymaster, the one who was never caught off guard, flinched. You thought his shadows had warned him of your presence even as he played, but apparently, they, too, had been too lost in the music. Shadowsinger indeed.

“Y/N.”

You offered him a small smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

He turned his head to face you, studying you as you took a few hesitant steps into the room. “I thought everyone else was at Rita’s,” he finally said.

“I thought so too.”

Silence stretched on, and you weren’t sure exactly what to say, feeling like you had ruined one of the few moments Azriel had reserved just for himself. You had known him for two centuries, but never once had he mentioned that he could play the piano. You had wondered why the instrument was in the sitting room in the first place, but just assumed it was one of the many hobbies Amren had picked up and abandoned over the years. Maybe Azriel had put it there instead.

“Why didn’t you tell me you can play?” you asked eventually, just as he said something that you didn’t catch over the sound of your own voice.

You exchanged sheepish smiles before you looked down at your feet. “You first.”

Azriel's smile turned soft. “I didn't know you were home. I hope I didn't disturb you while you were trying to sleep.”

“No, don't worry,” you were quick to answer, shaking your head. “You didn't. That was amazing. I just… didn't know you could play the piano.” You watched him closely, taking another step toward him. “Why didn't you say anything?”

He shrugged slightly, and his shadows began to swirl around him again, free of the trance of the music. Some floated closer to you. “You never asked,” Azriel replied with a smirk.

You huffed a laugh, but you couldn't argue with that logic. Instead, your gaze landed on the piano, then settled on his beautiful face again. His expression was soft as he looked at you, and you felt a fluttering sensation in your stomach.

“Will you play something else?” you murmured, suddenly not knowing what to do with your hands, how to stand normally, how to look at him without blushing. “Please?”

Azriel blinked, seemingly caught off guard by your request. “I've… never played in front of people before.”

“Oh.” 

Of course he wouldn't want to. If in all the years you had known each other he never once mentioned his talent, then he had his reasons. He didn't want people to know. And here you were, sneaking up on him while he thought he was alone, asking him to share something that was obviously personal as if it meant nothing.

You began to retreat toward the door, an apology about to roll off your tongue, but Azriel gently grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“I didn't mean it like that,” he said, his hand sliding lower until it was holding yours. He smiled as he tugged you closer to him. “I’ll play for you.”

Your heart did some acrobatics in your chest, your eyes lingering where your hands touched. You finally looked at him again. “Yeah?” you whispered.

Azriel nodded and squeezed your hand once before sitting to face the keys again. You just stood in front of him, leaning against the piano, almost holding your breath as you waited for him to start.

The first few notes were higher than the previous song and you smiled at the sight of Az's shadows dancing to the rhythm around the two of you.

And then Azriel began to sing.

Your eyes shot to him as his smooth, deep voice filled the room. You had never heard him sing before, nor had you known he could or liked to. But he was incredibly talented, and you were so mesmerized by this new discovery and how he held your gaze that it took you a few moments to actually understand the words of the song.

It was about confessing years of pent-up feelings, about finally finding the one person you'd been waiting for your entire life. Azriel’s eyes bored into yours, never wavering as he continued playing and singing. Your breath caught, your heart fluttered in your chest, and time itself seemed to stop just for the two of you. You were so glad you could lean against the piano because you were fairly sure your legs wouldn't be able to keep you up.

The song was about you. Or maybe not about you, but for you—it didn't matter. Azriel was singing it to you, and you knew it was his confession. All the glances, the lingering touches, the vulnerability you both showed only to each other… it all made sense now, all the things you had always played off as being really close friends because you didn't dare hope it might mean something more to him, as it did for you.

Azriel's voice blended with the melody of the piano in a wonderful mix that had tears running down your cheeks by the time his voice faded and his fingers played the last notes. But you never looked away, never broke your connection.

And when the song was over and the music gave way to silence, Azriel slowly rose from his seat to stand in front of you. His hands came up to cup your cheeks and he gently wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

“That was the most romantic declaration I have ever received,” you whispered, looking up into his golden eyes with a smile. “The most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me, really.”

He smiled back at you, still cradling your face in his hands. “I figured I could tell you it was just a song if it didn't mean anything to you.”

You couldn’t hold back any longer, then. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his. It took Azriel a split second to react, but then his hands held you tighter and pulled you closer, and he kissed you back fiercely. Your head spun, your own hands coming up to cover his as you got lost in the moment.

“It meant everything to me,” you said softly when you finally broke the kiss, your forehead resting against his. “I'm terrible at singing, but if I could, I'd sing it right back to you. Because I love you too, Az.”

He closed his eyes, a relieved sigh escaping his lips before he murmured, “Say it again.”

You smiled and poured your whole heart into your next words. “I love you, Az.”

A few seconds of silence followed your declaration, and then you watched as his face lit up with the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. His golden gaze met yours once more. “I’ve loved you for so long, Y/N,” he said and kissed you again.

You melted against him, content to spend the rest of your life like this. But too soon, Azriel pulled away.

“Can this be our little secret?” he asked in a hushed voice. “For now, at least.”

You frowned. “The piano or the kiss?”

“Both. If you're okay with it.”

You thought about it for a moment. If he didn’t want the others to know about him playing the piano, it was his choice, and you would respect it. As for the kiss and your feelings for one another… you didn’t want to hide them, but at the same time, it was all so new that you wanted to cherish it, to keep it between the two of you for just a little longer, especially since your family was made up of busybodies.

“I will be if I can get more of both,” you finally answered with a sly smile.

Azriel chuckled softly, wrapping you in his strong arms and kissing your forehead. “Of course you can, Y/N. Anytime you want.”

You hugged him back, your face buried in his neck, his chin resting on your head. As you just stood there, bathing in his closeness and breathing in his scent, you could feel his shadows lazily moving around you and brushing against your hands on his back, just below the base of his wings. Everything about this moment was so calm and soothing that, even standing, you could have fallen asleep.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you eventually stepped back to look at him and asked, “Can I get another song now, please?”

He smirked. “Only if I can get another kiss first.”

You laughed at his quick answer, but it was only fair. A song for a kiss—you could do that till the end of time without ever getting tired of it. You drew him closer and brought your lips to his, giving him the kiss he’d asked for before you pulled away and looked at him with expectant eyes.

Azriel caressed your cheek and stole one last little kiss, then he sat at the piano again. He began playing another song, his eyes never leaving yours as his voice soon joined the sweet melody.

This was for you. Only for you.

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[awkward-walking-potato]

here’s a Logan idea for you. I dunno if you remember randonauting on tiktok a few years back, but what if reader, Logan, Wade, and Mary puppins went randonauting together? Their intention (goal of what they want to find) was scary/creepy, so the app takes them to an abandoned hospital/school/somewhere creepy and they go investigate. Reader is pretty freaked out so they hold onto Logan who’s unbothered by the whole thing, and wade is trying to act tough but is also freaked out and is holding Mary puppins. What if while investigating they stumble across something much worse than they were expecting and what happens after that? I’ll leave that up to you, thank you!

Randonauting with the X-Force

The night air was crisp, the stars barely visible against the inky sky as you, Logan, Wade, and Mary Puppins stood huddled around the glow of a smartphone screen. The app had brought you to the outskirts of town, near an old road that led into the woods. Wade, ever the instigator, had suggested Randonauting after watching too many TikTok videos. You’d all agreed, thinking it would be a fun way to kill time—something different for the X-Force, a team not typically known for taking leisurely night walks.

“So, what’s our intention again?” you asked, shivering slightly in the cool breeze. You were nervous but trying to play it cool.

Wade grinned under his mask, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Scary and creepy, obviously. You know, the kind of stuff that makes your skin crawl.”

Logan snorted, his gruff voice cutting through the night. “You do realize this app is probably just some random number generator, right? It’s not gonna lead us to anything ‘creepy.’”

“Aw, c’mon, Wolverine! Where’s your sense of adventure?” Wade retorted, his voice oozing with sarcasm. “Besides, you’re with me, the bravest of the brave, and Mary Puppins here—what could go wrong?”

Mary Puppins, Wade’s tiny dog, barked enthusiastically, her barely fluffy ears perking up at the sound of her name. She was nestled in Wade’s arms, looking far too cheerful for the spooky mission you were about to embark on. Despite her small size, she had a big personality, and Wade insisted on bringing her along on every adventure.

Logan just rolled his eyes. “Let’s get this over with.”

The app pinged, directing you all to a location deeper in the woods, just beyond an old, rusted gate. The path was overgrown, long forgotten, and unsettlingly quiet. The further you walked, the darker it got, the trees closing in around you.

Eventually, the narrow path opened into a clearing where an abandoned building loomed. It was an old, decaying hospital, the kind you’d see in a horror movie, with broken windows and vines creeping up the sides. The air felt heavier here, as if the very atmosphere was trying to warn you away.

“Of course it’s a creepy, abandoned hospital,” you muttered, stepping closer to Logan. You didn’t want to admit it, but the place was giving you serious chills.

“Yep, totally not haunted,” Wade quipped, though you noticed how close he was standing to Mary Puppins now, his bravado starting to waver.

Logan was the only one who seemed completely unfazed. “You guys sure you wanna go in?”

Mary Puppins gave a soft whine, as if sensing the tension, and Wade gave her a reassuring pat. “Don’t worry, sweetie, Daddy’s got you.”

Logan shook his head but pushed open the creaking metal door with one strong shove. The sound echoed through the empty halls, making you jump slightly. He noticed and, without a word, slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. His presence was reassuring, a solid anchor in this creepy place.

The inside of the hospital was even worse than the outside. The floors were cracked, debris scattered everywhere, and the walls were covered in peeling paint and graffiti. Old medical equipment lay abandoned in corners, rusting away. The smell of mildew and decay was strong, making your stomach churn.

Wade tried to lighten the mood, though his voice was noticeably higher-pitched. “So, which one of you wants to play doctor? I can be the handsome patient with a mysterious illness, and—”

“Shut it, Wade,” Logan growled, his tone more protective than annoyed.

You couldn’t help but cling a little tighter to Logan as you made your way down the hall. Every shadow seemed to move, and every distant creak made your heart race. Logan, on the other hand, was as calm as ever, his keen senses on high alert but showing no sign of fear.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha,” he muttered, giving your side a comforting squeeze.

As you ventured deeper into the building, the tension grew. The flickering light from Wade’s phone barely cut through the darkness, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls. You came across an old operating room, the rusty table in the center illuminated by a single, grimy skylight.

“Okay, this is officially the creepiest thing I’ve ever done,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

“Want me to hold your hand too, sweetheart?” Wade joked, though you noticed he was practically glued to Mary Puppins’ side now.

Mary Puppins gave a soft yip, as if agreeing with Wade’s sentiment. Her usual spunky demeanor seemed subdued, and she snuggled closer to Wade, clearly feeling uneasy in the eerie environment.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Let’s keep moving.”

But just as you were about to leave the room, a loud bang echoed from somewhere deeper in the hospital, freezing you all in place.

“What the hell was that?” Wade hissed, his hand instinctively reaching for a weapon.

Logan’s eyes narrowed, his senses on high alert. “Stay close. It’s probably just an animal or—”

Before he could finish, the door to the operating room slammed shut, plunging the room into complete darkness. You felt a rush of cold air, as if something had moved past you, and panic started to set in.

“Logan?” you whispered, reaching out for him.

“I’m here,” he replied, his voice calm but firm. “Stay close.”

The door creaked open again, seemingly of its own accord, and Logan led the way out, his grip on you tightening protectively. You could feel the tension in the air, a strange, oppressive energy that made your skin crawl. Whatever was in this hospital wasn’t just old and abandoned; it felt wrong, like something malicious was watching you.

“We should go,” you urged, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yeah, seconded!” Wade added, his usual bravado completely gone.

Logan nodded. “Agreed. Let’s get out of here.”

As you all hurried back down the hall, the strange noises continued—footsteps that weren’t yours, whispers that seemed to come from the walls themselves. The exit seemed impossibly far, the hospital twisting around you like a maze.

Finally, you burst through the front doors and into the cool night air, the oppressive feeling lifting as soon as you were outside. You were shaking, your heart still racing, but relief washed over you like a wave.

“Well,” Wade said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably, “that was fun. Let’s never do that again.”

“Agreed,” you and Logan said in unison, both of you leaning against each other for support.

Logan just shook his head, a small smirk on his lips. “I told you this was a bad idea.”

You looked up at him, your fear slowly ebbing away now that you were safe. “You were right.”

He gave you a reassuring squeeze, his presence warm and solid. “Next time, we’ll just go for a drink, alright? No more haunted hospitals.”

You smiled, feeling a wave of affection for the gruff, unflappable man beside you. “Deal.”

As you all made your way back to the car, Wade turned to Mary Puppins, his tone half-joking, half-serious. “So, uh, you wanna hold hands on the way back? You know, just in case?”

Mary Puppins gave another soft bark, clearly feeling much better now that the creepy hospital was behind you. Wade chuckled and gave her a gentle scratch behind the ears, his tension easing as well.

Logan shook his head, but you could see the amused glint in his eyes. As terrifying as the night had been, it was moments like these that made you grateful for this strange, mismatched family. Even if you never went Randonauting again, you knew you’d be safe with Logan by your side.

[elfiewhore]

Mommy domme elf story

Hello my dears and darlings! Finally, the long promised elf mommy domme story is here! Or at least, the first two chapters. As I began writing I realised that this idea had a firm hold on my mind and I want to write a slow, lewd and enticing tale. So that means this will be part 1 of ? - The first two chapters.

Please feel free to give me any feedback and/or tell me what you'd like to see next! This story is written from the perspective of the reader as the member of an adventuring party. The gender and name of the protagonist is purposefully left vague which, while it does mean some specific descriptions will be a little nonspecific, hopefully means that you can easily identify yourself in the story <3 This story is strictly 18+ and contains/will contain content including but not limited to: Humiliation, peeing, diapers, AB/DL, gfd, age regression, crossdressing(depending on how you identify), chastity and monsterfucking. All that out of the way, without further adieu I give you the first two chapters of my as-yet-unnamed story!

Chapter 1: An unexpected parting “I’m afraid I cannot continue along this path. To be quite frank you are all far too reckless. The strain it places upon me is far greater than any I have faced before. I wish you well, but I must depart.” That was the last words of your party’s healer, a priestess sworn to a god of healing. She was your last resort, having had to beg for the mercy of the church to provide her services free of charge. And she wasn’t wrong. Your party are notably reckless, charging headlong into combat without a second thought. This devil-may-care attitude had at first earned you some renown, as your bravado led to taking on the most dangerous of missions posted in the Adventurer’s guild. Slaying harpies, undead, and even a gryphon! The stuffed head of which is now resting within the guilds’ storage as collateral for your replacement arms and armour after the last debacle. Not that it was your fault, mind! You were always good. You listened to the numerous healers that had come and gone through your party. Standing where they wished, protecting them, ferrying potions. You were always their favourites, it wasn’t fair that the others always dragged you down. But you couldn’t leave either, the reputation stuck. You sent out subtle enquiries to other famous bands only to be rejected at each turn. Even the less reputable groups required steep entry fees as ‘insurance’ should they require costly resurrection magicks. Truly it was a terrible situation. And now here you were sitting in the foyer of the guild. The wooden walls of this esteemed establishment groaning under the weight of trophies and banners of heroes long past. They did little to inspire as you sat with your chin in your hands, waiting for a representative from the guilds’ treasury so that you can convince them not to repossess your equipment. “Just give ‘em the puppydog eyes. No one can resist those!” Your group had told you. And this was also true. It wasn’t your fault that you weren’t especially strong or imposing. It was useful for fulfilling your role but unfortunately led to you often being underestimated or treated childishly. Your mind swirled in a thunderstorm. Travelling without a healer was tantamount to a death sentence. Out in the wilderness, even the smallest cut could lead to a life-threatening infection. Not to mention mummy rot, lycanthropy, wyvern stings. Everyone had a role to play and you were missing one. “Excuse me. Is this the Adventuring Guild?” Came a breathy, soft spoken voice. Airy and light. You glanced up to see a woman standing before the desk, speaking to the clerk. Your breath caught for a moment in your throat as you took her in. Long, beautiful hair the colour of spun gold and braided with gems that glittered like stars tumbled down her back like a waterfall, framing the back of this curvy, enchanting figure. Every movement, no matter how small, was performed with effortless grace as she rested a staff of living wood against the desk. Atop it rested a crystal so pure one could see right through it, and silvery threads of magicked metals intertwined with the knots and whorls of the staff. Pretty (and valuable) as that staff may be your eyes refused to be pulled away from this woman. Clad in a robe of forest greens that flowed about her as if pulled by an unfelt breeze. Trumpet sleeves made of thin, almost translucent fabrics revealed pale and unblemished skin. But most notable of all, perhaps, were her ears. An unusual thing, one might thing, to focus upon. But the tips were long and pointed. 

An elf.. you think to yourself. A rarity to be sure. These reclusive, powerful creatures lived for millennia within their enchanted forests and reclusive holds. To see one traveling the world was an unusual sight indeed, for they often cared not for the affairs of men, halflings and other mortal beings. Content to remain within their own communities and spend their time plumbing the depths of the arcane and the nature of the divine, among others. “Yes this is the Ad-” the clerk stops, their eyes widening as they look up at this woman. “H-How may I.. Help you?” “Hehe! Oh please don’t be alarmed, sweetie. I don’t bite!” The woman’s voice again, a soft whisper. The susurration of a blanket being draped around you. “I’m only here to see if any parties are in need of a.. Oh what’s the word in this era.. A physiker? No..” “A healer?” Your eyes widen. That was your voice. Why did you speak? You groaned internally. Drawing attention to yourself never ended well. The figure turns, blessing you with a radiant smile. “Yes! Oh thank you!” Her eyes regard you from above as you are given a chance to look upon her face. Flawless as the rest, her eyes were a strange cavalcade of colour. At once purple, then gold, then blue as they took you in. Though no wrinkles could be seen, for elves are forever youthful, her countenance held a certain age to it. A wisdom beyond your own. You attempted to be polite, to meet her gaze. But that was difficult at the best of times and you were somewhat distracted by the revelation that her dress did little to contain a bountiful chest. The creamy pale skin stark against the deep green dress. It did not look ill-fitting, mind. Simply.. This woman’s bust demanded attention. Her ruby-clad lips draw your eyes northward once more. “My my! Let me help you with that!” She coos, in a voice tinged deeply with maternal concern. She reaches down and cups your cheek with a touch so delicate and warm you at once wish to melt into it. Your face had been rather beaten up in the last adventure, and with none to restore your vigor now you simply had to patch them up. But now the aches subsided more swiftly than they had ever before. Not just those upon your face, as the elf whispers her magic, it travels through your body. Soothing the woes of fatigue and injury. Even old wounds you had long since accepted receded before her radiance. Her hand pulls away and you can’t stop your face from following. Unbalanced, you collapse upon the floor with an embarrassed groan as you are snapped back to reality. A sound graces your ears. Like a babbling brook meets the chime of crystals. You realise she’s giggling. Your cheeks flush red as you rush to your feet. 

Her laughter stops as she looks genuinely apologetic. “I am sorry, little one. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It was simply.. Cute.” Normally being called such a thing enraged you, frustrated you. But now… It felt comforting. “It’s okay.” you mumble.

“A-hem!” a stuffy voice draws your attention. You see the stuffy mustache first, like a hateful caterpillar resting upon the craggy face of a mountain filled with debt. The treasurer. “You again. I told you before if your party cannot prove to this guild that you are capable of finding a consistent and reliable healer to prevent any further deaths we will be forced to repossess the equipment we have graciously provided! I shan’t hear any more arguments or delays! So I ask for a final time. Have you a member capable of sealing wounds and ensuring your survival?” their stern gaze pierces you and your words wither in your throat. You tried to muster some kind of response but all that begins to croak out is a pathetic “N-no..” “Now now!” A scolding voice rang out. “There’s no need for that! No matter how urgent you feel your issue may be there’s no excuse for snapping! Or being impolite! If you must know ‘tis I that has joined this worthy band of warriors and, personally, I believe you would scarcely find a better purveyor of magicks and mending than one of my people. Now unless you would doubt the provenance of my ability, I have matters to discuss with my noble companion!” It was the elf. When did- You didn’t ask her to join you?! You barely spoke a word to her. And yet here she was, standing beside you with an arm protectively holding you against her side. Your cheek presses against her soft, warm breast through the thin fabric as you are held with a surprisingly firm grip. 

Chapter 2: Mommy’s home

The elf, whom you learned was named Nimue, was true to her word. Requesting (or gently demanding) to be taken to where your group were staying to introduce herself. She was apparently a mage of great renown amongst her own people who had left the isolation of her home to travel amongst the younger races as, in her own words, she ‘missed the energy and vibrancy of youth’ You couldn’t very well say no. You needed a healer. Furthermore elves legendarily had little need for riches which was a source of great frustration for any trader that fancied trying to arrange a trade deal for their crafts. So payment seemed not to be an issue. Dutifully you returned to the house your party had purchased many moons ago. Now somewhat dilapidated, the garden overgrown. It made you well up with shame to bring such a perfect and ethereal figure to this place. But her face remained impassive as she was led inside not that the interior fared much better. Broken bottles, dust, overturned chairs. Too often had your party returned here either too tired or drunk to care about cleanliness and it had become simply a part of the decor. First to meet you were the leaders of your band. A pair of twins, one a swordsman named Krennan and the other a channeller of barbaric rage named Mithra. “Well now, pipsqueak. Who’s this you brought with yo-” Began the swordsman, only to be cut off. “I think that’s quite a rude nickname to give someone, don’t you think?” The elf’s voice came in clipped tones, her hands on her hips. “How would you like it if someone called you pipsqueak, hmm? Just because you’re bigger doesn’t mean you get to bully others you know!” The twins look stunned. Confused. They hadn’t even exchanged names and already this lady was scolding them like a schoolteacher. “Well? Not to mention the absolute state of this abode. I’m told you are the ‘leaders’ of this little group? Hmm? Well I don’t see much leading if you leave this place in such a mess!” You couldn’t help but smile, though you attempted to hide it. To see these two being taken down a peg was… Wonderful. You glanced up at this woman, this saviour and your heart leapt just a little. You clung to her side even though you technically could have left at any time. Nowhere felt safer than right here, especially after her gentle arm almost habitually draped itself around you. “Now do either of you have anything to say for yourselves?” Her voice never raised, not once. But the tone, the power, the authority. It was all that was needed. The duo mumble and hang their heads, somehow cowed by this beautiful stranger. “Now apologize.” She commands. Krennan begins to mumble but withers under her gaze. “S-Sorry for calling you a pipsqueak.” He says a little more clearly. “That’s better. Now dearies. Thanks to a certain someone here-” she announces, rubbing your arm affectionately. “-I am your new… What was the word again in this era?” She asks you. “Healer” You say back up to her, feeling an utter rush of pride that you could be helpful to her. Especially as she beams back down at you. “I am your new healer! I’ll make sure you’re all back in bed safe and sound each and every night!” Her words are accompanied with a happy giggle. “But first sweeties, I think we need to do something about this mess, don’t you? After all. Cleanliness is next to godliness! So come along, pick up a brush. No dillydallying!” She ferries you and the other two further into the house, ushering you like children.

The next few hours consisted of chores. Cleaning the house, trimming the garden, dusting every inch that could be dusted. Your other companions - A scout named Callie and a sorcerer named Ilnax, were roped into the affair with sleepy confusion. That they fucked regularly was the worst kept secret in the group and today was no exception. But Nimue had some kind of.. Allure. Power. Nothing magical, you don’t think. Simply an aura of maternal authority. You found yourself eager to please, trusting that she knew best. And before long, the house was transformed. No longer a dilapidated sty, it looked somewhat close to actually livable! “Okay sweeties! Well done! I’m so proud of you! Teehee! And now it’s bath and bedtime for all of you!” That snapped some of them out of the strange spell she had woven. “Bedtime? We’re not-” Began Callie, only to find Nimue’s smiling face gazing down at her. “I am responsible for your health and that begins with a good and consistent sleep schedule! I’m told you four are constantly staying up far too late. This won’t do, so long as I’m here you will sleep at a reasonable hour! You wouldn’t want to die because of a silly mistake you made because you were cranky, would you?” 

As usual, you were last for the bath. You were used to it. The others simply barged their way past you to take the hot water for themselves. As you stepped into the bathroom you blush as immediately you realise that Nimue is also in there, standing near-naked before the tub. You never thought you would see an ass that perfect but you could probably bounce a gold coin off that thing as silken underwear are nearly swallowed by the cheeks. She turns with a yelp, covering her bare chest but then chuckling and dropping her hands revealing perfectly pink nipples. “Oh, it’s just you! Hehe! Close the door silly.” She says with a chuckle. Your cheeks burn, not just because of her nudity but how somehow you don’t count as someone she would be embarrassed by. As if she doesn’t see you as an adult that would find such a sight enticing. But you find yourself closing the door. “It’s getting late, so I thought I would join you in the bath! That’s okay, right? No one changed the water so I did it myself and added some firestones. It should be nice and warm! C’mon!” She beckons, turning and slipping off her panties before climbing into the tub. You debated leaving, but why should you? She was inviting you in. And the water was literally steaming hot. You hadn’t had a warm bath in so long. You realise that while you had been debating internally your body had made the choice and you were already sinking into that warm, steaming water. The tub, small as it was, would only fit if you sat between her gorgeous thighs. They cushioned your hips like pillows as she wrapped her arms around your stomach, pulling you back against her to give you a hug. Her breasts squishing against the back of your head as she does so. “I’m so glad I found you, little one. This was just what I needed! Oh this is going to be a wonderful, wonderful time!” She coos, bringing some water up and beginning to wash you. Overwhelmed, you simply sit still. It was nice, finally. To have someone stand up for you, take care of you, protect you. Finally you could just relax. Just.. Relax.. “Ooop! It looks like someone’s having a bit of an accident!” She titters. Your eyes flutter open as you look down and to your utter horror you see between your legs a definite tinge of gold in the water. Did you- You pissed yourself! You immediately try to scramble out, stammering an embarrassed apology but again those powerful arms keep you still. “Shhh…” She soothes, softly petting your head. “It’s okay. I understand. You were relaxed. Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” She whispers into your ear. “I’ll take care of it. I promise. But for now.. We should make sure there’s nothing else in there, hmm?” Unsure of what she meant, you simply settled back into the water as her hand trailed down between your legs. You tense as she touches your most intimate place, but quickly relax as her gentle hands slowly start to rub and tease you. “W-What are you…” “Helping you relax.. Shhh..” She whispers into your ear as she continues just gently touching you. Holding you in a motherly embrace as her delicate strokes make you shiver so sweetly. You had never been touched like this. So carefully, tenderly. Not trying to simply get you off as quickly as possible. But wanting to fill your mind with a haze of pleasure. It was overwhelming. It was everything. You settle even more comfortably against her chest, half turning to nuzzle into her breast as she holds you close. “That’s my little champion. My brave heroic adventurer! You’ve done so much, such a good job! Now just relax. Let me take care of you. Let mommy take good, good care of you now…” Those words reached your ears and swirled into your mind. Soothing all worries, caressing your anxious soul. You didn’t even realise when you felt your hips lift and grind against her hand as you cum for her. She was taking care of you now. You were hers, happily and hopelessly hers. You could never have imagined how far that would go. 

[yawntutsyip]

Avatar The Way Of Water x Deaf!Human Reader:

italics = sign

warnings: she/her pronouns, some cussing, bad writing 😔

an: idk if I hate it or somewhat like it. We shall see what happens… if people actually like this then I’ll make chapter two, if not then let’s just say this was a oneshot Lmao

Silence | Chapter One

Silence, if you had to describe your world to someone in one word, that’s what you would tell them because that's all it ever was. Sure you had some hearing growing up in your younger years. It was mostly muffled though like you were underwater but you did your best to make out as much as you could, but each day it had gotten worse, and the next thing you know, by the time you turned nine your hearing completely vanished.

When people say you should cherish things, don't take things for granted, and be grateful for what you have, you really should. Of course being a child that saying went over your head as you didn’t think much of it but now you wish you had listened to the wise words as you find yourself longing to hear your mother's voice, or the littlest things like the clicks of equipment from the lab or the buzzing from the fluorescent lights, one last time. Now, being sixteen years old, you could hardly remember what they sound like as it turned into a distant memory, all a blur.

Growing up your mother taught you sign language so it was easier to communicate than having to read someone’s lips. It was difficult at first as you had to learn to differentiate whether the person was speaking English or the Na’vi language but you managed. 

Your mother was great friends with Neytiri and Jake despite Neytiris hatred for humans. Neytiri had a soft spot for you and your mother. You grew up along the side of the Sully kids and Spider, , you always had one of them along your side, as you weren’t allowed outside the lab alone due to Pandora's dangerous nature, they were all very overprotective of you, sometimes it got annoying but you understood why.

It was always surprisingly Lo’ak. He always took you on his adventures through the forest, exploring and finding new hang-out places. Sometimes Lo’ak could be forgetful as there were times where, when he had taken you out with him and he calls your name to get your attention, but when he receives no response it clicks back into him as he says ‘oh yeah, she can’t hear me at all duh’

When you turn around to look at him you find him hunched over with his hands on his knees as he laughs at his dumbness. You cock your head to the side as if questioning ‘what are you laughing at?’ and roll your eyes as he signs to you that he forgot you were deaf for a second. It concerned you sometimes that you were relying on this boy for protection. 

Right now you, Spider, and the Sully siblings minus Neteyam were all in the forest following Lo’ak to wherever he was going hand in hand with Tuk. You and Tuk stop for a second and crouch down touching the plant that had caught your eyes, you smile as the leaves stick to your hands, You look at Tuk and could see a smile on her face as well as she playing with it but soon pulls away standing up tugging you along. 

A frown finds its way on your lips as you look back at the plant while getting dragged away. You wanted to look at it for longer. You soon all come to a stop as Lo’ak turns around saying something you couldn't quite make out, You look at Kiri and she quickly signs to you what was said. 

Looking back at Tuk you see her sticking her tongue out at Lo’ak while pouting, You giggle at her childish antics before you all continue back to where you were going. Finally reaching the spot the boys and Tuk go and climb up to wherever it was as you stayed behind with Kiri, Both of you laying in the grass next to each other. These are the times you wished you could have your hearing back, you closed your eyes and tried your best to imagine what kind of sounds could have been heard although there wasn't much to imagine as you hardly went outside of the lab so you didn't know what sounds there were in the beginning. The breeze from the air and the light shining down on you paired with the quietness eased your mind as you found yourself drifting off.

A little later you found yourself and Kiri getting woken up by a spider by his light shaking. 

‘Have go back’ Spider signed to you the best he could with the little knowledge of sign he had, you still understood what he was saying as you nod your head and stand up following them out, leaving to go back.

Coming to a halt once again, Lo’ak jumps off the large branch you were all walking on and crouches down to the dirt where laid a footprint. ‘Is it an avatar’s?’ You sign to Lo’ak while crouching down next to him to get a closer look.

“Maybe…” he said out loud while signing at the same time. You turned your head to look at Kiri with your brows frowning with worry written on your face, Kiri could only smile at you while signing ‘It will be okay’ as she pats your shoulder. 

You watch as Lo’ak and Spider continue to move forward and you all follow. Lo’ak quickly turns his head back and looks at you while bringing a finger to his lips, blush creeps up on your face in embarrassment as you bring a fist to your chest and move it in circular motions ‘Sorry!’

Crouching down hiding in the grass you all stalk forward, looking up ahead you could see the old shack and what seemed to be Avatar’s walking around with guns. ‘Are they from the lab?’

You ask Lo’ak who was crouched behind you. ‘I don’t think so’ he shakes his head, eyes still ahead.

“I better call this in,” Lo’ak says while walking back grabbing your arm to follow. 

“No bro! We're gonna get in trouble!” Spider says in a hushed voice following you guys. You guys all move behind some trees as Lo’ak reaches to his neck about to press the button, You watch as he hesitates for a second. He did not want to get in trouble for the second time with his dad but he knew that he had to, this was important. You give him a reassuring nod with a hand on his arm as if saying it's okay.

“I got eyes on some guys. They look like avatars..but they’re in full camo and carrying ARs. There are six of them. Over.” You move your attention back to the avatar’s ahead as you watch them go through the old shack and look around as if they were trying to find something, but what was it?

“We're at the old shack.” 

“Who’s we?” 

“Me, Spider, Kiri…Tuk…and (Y/N)” Lo’ak hesitates to bring up the fact that he had you and Tuk with him in such a dangerous position. 

“Son, You listen to me very carefully. Pull back right now. Do not make a sound. Especially (Y/N). Get the hell out of there. Move. Copy?” 

“Yes sir.” 

A tap on your shoulder pulls your vision away as Lo’ak grabs your arm again picking you up in his arms and catching you off guard. You look up ‘What are you doing?’ he ignored you as he was too focused on getting out of there. He was not gonna take his chances of you accidentally stepping on a stick and blowing everyone's cover.

Not even a second later an Avatar pops out from the bushes and grabs a hold of Tuk. Lo’ak quickly sets you down pushing you behind him as he pulls out his bow and points it at the many Avatar that appeared out of nowhere.

What is going on? You ask yourself as you swing your head back and forth looking in all directions to see that you all were surrounded. Although to everyone else there was loud screaming at each other and Tuk screaming, to you there was nothing. You could only watch as their lips moved, you tried your best to make out what they were saying but they weren’t pronouncing the words properly so you couldn’t tell.

One by one you all got grabbed by one of them, You tried backing up away only to feel someone harshly grab your arms pinning them behind you, you scream at the unknown hands as you struggled in fear. Lo’ak and Kiri were shouting at you to stop struggling hoping somehow you would hear them but of course, you don’t. You soon find yourself knocked down with a swift kick to your knees and pinned down to the ground on your stomach, freezing up as you feel a cold metal being pushed against the back of your head.

“Don’t hurt her!” Spider and Lo’ak shout out.

You felt useless as all you could see was the dirt ground beneath you, not knowing what was going on with your friends. Were they okay? Hell were they even alive? All you know is they could have been shot already and you wouldn't have a clue.

Quaritch signals to the man holding you to pull you up, you frantically look around checking to make sure everyone is okay before looking back at the man who stood in front of you.

“Two humans with the Na’vi? What's your guy's name?” 

You saw his lips moving but couldn’t make out what he was saying so you turned to Spider.

“Hey!, Sweetheart, I asked for your name!” He shouted at you again, grabbing your face in his hands, and bringing it forward. The grab from his hand hurt as it grew tighter when you tried pulling away. You gave him a glare and spat on his face, watching as he furiously wiped it off with the back of his hand.

“She can’t hear you, dumbass! She’s deaf! She doesn’t know what you are saying!” Spider shouts at the man gaining his attention. Quaritch gives you one last look before shoving your face away and moving to Spider. You watch with a glare as they talk for a moment before you all get dragged to follow wherever they are walking before once again being pushed down, now with hands cuffed together.

It had gotten dark as the eclipse happened, feeling droplets of water fall on your skin as it began to rain. You were so lost while all this was happening, not knowing what was going on, who these people were, What they were gonna do with you and your friends. You were scared. 

You wished you had just stayed back at the labs, where your mother was, probably worrying about where you were right now. Were you even gonna make it back to her? You watch as everyone's ears perk up meaning they heard something. You look at Lo’ak who was beside you. He looked down at his hands signaling you to follow and watch as he signed one word

‘Mom’

Looking back up you nod your head before looking away hoping no one saw what he signed.

Your back was turned from everyone else, you stood still not moving as you could feel the gun against your back so you were unaware of all the commotion that was happening, but you could feel the person behind you leave. You still stood there not trying to take chances.

The feeling of someone grabbing your hand startles you as you turn your head and realize that it was just Tuk, Eyes widening as you watch guns being fired, and a yellow gas releasing everywhere. “We have to go! Come on!” Tuk says to you, this time you were able to tell what she said and follow behind her as she ran, Lo’ak tailing right behind you.

You all kept running, your breathing became heavy as you weren't used to this much moving as you usually just stayed in the lab or at the most, walked around the forest, You kept looking back checking if anyone was following, not paying attention to what was in front of you, running into someone's chest. 

You let out a scream, scared of it being one of the Avatars from earlier that had caught you but your face was pulled up to meet a familiar face in front of you telling you to calm down while placing a hand over your mouth to silence your screams but removes it as you quiet down realizing it was just Neteyam. 

Your tense shoulders drop as you bury your face in his torso letting out breaths of relief. Oh, thank Eywa you are safe now. 

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Before I Met Angels - Pt 1 - Then...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus!Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester arrived on your doorstep with his cheap suit and the promise of a ghost-free future. Playing pretend love interest left you both with something a little more lingering than the ghost.

Words: 2.5k

A/N: This was born of a Nonny request for some oral smut and some insecurity/comfort (which is Part 2) but I couldn't not write the back story so here it is. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Canon-typical action/adventure, talk of ghosts and dead people, canon typical violence, profanity, some sexual tension, kissing, and a bit of softness.

***MINORS DO NOT ENTER OR INTERACT***

Dean Winchester had been in your house for over two weeks now, having arrived on your doorstep with his brother Sam after a handful of men in your town had mysteriously died.  It had started a little over two years ago with your boyfriend, Danny, who had died of a heart attack moments before you were going to sleep together for the first time.  Six months ago, other men who you had started dating or who had asked you out started dying as well, their hearts exploded in their chests.

When Dean showed up, it was in a cheap suit and an FBI badge, and the promise of a future without whatever was plaguing you.  It quickly became apparent that he and Sam weren’t really FBI when they started laying lines of salt around your house and carrying your old fire poker or your cast iron skillet around with them.  With talk of ghosts and other supernatural things, you learned that the Winchester brothers were hunters of those things that went bump in the night, guardian angels, if you will, for all who were afflicted by such things.

“I’m no guardian angel, sweetheart.  I’ve met some of ‘em though.”  He replied when you said this to him.   “They’re assholes, lemme tell ya.”

You had laughed but the concept of angels existing wasn’t something you had been prepared for.  But really, how could you be prepared for any of this?

Over the course of the first few days, Dean and Sam staked out your house, taking readings with a strange whining piece of equipment that Sam explained read ghost energy.  The prognosis: your house was haunted, but the ghost remained elusive.

“Maybe it only goes after people I want to be romantic with?”  You fielded, after a discussion about the house’s history.  “You said yourselves that all of the people who died of that exploding heart thing had been people I’d been dating or about to date.”

“You could have a point,” Sam said thoughtfully.  “So we just need to replicate that scenario.”

“You saying I got to get frisky up in here?”  Dean quizzed and you blushed, feeling awkward about suggesting he do something he clearly wouldn’t enjoy.

“I mean, I could…”  Sam began to offer but Dean carried on talking.

“Alright, I got this.”  He nodded at you with a smirk that you couldn’t read at all.  “Let’s get this done.”

He decided that snuggling on the couch would be a good start and see if that prompted the ghost to appear.  The first day, nothing happened, but Dean came back every evening and tried again.  Each night he and Sam came back around sunset and you made them dinner.  Each night Dean would sit back on the sofa with his arm around you and you would snuggle into him as you watched TV; Dr Sexy was his favourite show.  Sam waited either in the car or in a room upstairs as if he was a guest.

Gradually you two settled into a routine where small gestures of affection began to creep into your behaviours:  Dean would stroke his hand down your back to settle on your hip as he passed you in the kitchen, and you would absently touch his forearm when you spoke to him.  It only took a couple of days, but you completely fell under his spell – fake though your interactions were supposed to be.

You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt for him, he was way beyond anything in your league but every time he touched you he lit a fire in you.  Every soft smile, every glance, every time he held you against him on the couch at night was fuel for that fire.  He seemed to enjoy your company but he was just doing his job, simply acting out a role to bring an end to the whole haunting thing.  The haunting thing that didn’t seem to be happening, or so you thought until last night.

Curled up on the couch with Dean for what was the twelfth night in a row, you had started to fall asleep with his arm draped around you, his fingers drawing abstract patterns on the skin of your arm.

“This doesn’t seem to be working,” he said after the re-run of Dr Sexy had finished.  “I think maybe we need to kick things up a gear.  Whadd’ya say?”

You didn’t know what he had in mind but you were a little drowsy and so far in over your head that you simply nodded, receiving a bright grin as a reply.

“You tell me to stop and I’ll stop, okay?”  He whispered into your ear, his lips brushing against you as he nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent just below your ear.  “Mmmm, you smell fantastic.”  He spoke at normal volume, clearly this was a show to get the ghost to present itself.

You sighed as he kissed your neck, and when his hand snuck under the hem of your top you stiffened, pushing a hand against his chest as if to stop him.

“Relax, sweetheart.  I’ll be good to you, I promise.”

You stroked his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath and wondered how his skin felt.  When your fingers slipped under his shirt and danced across his bare abs he inhaled sharply, pulling back from his attention on your neck to look at you.

There was a hunger there in his eyes, and he leaned forward to kiss you.  You sighed as his lips met yours, so deeply absorbed in how he made you feel that you didn’t realise the temperature in the room was falling.  His tongue slipped into your mouth and he cupped your face to kiss you properly.  You moaned deeply, succumbing to the heat pooling down in your core.  It was so easy to believe this was real.

“Atta girl,” he whispered when he pulled back.  “You’re doing so well.”

“I’ve never been kissed like that before.”  You practically mewled.

“Well I’m going to do it one more time and then I’m going to ask you to follow me, okay?”

Anywhere.  You nodded as he pulled you to your feet and cradled your face in his hands.  His second kiss was consuming but still slow and measured.  He stroked his hands down your sides and up under your shirt, stroking the skin of your waist and back, and pulling you tight against him.

“I wanna have you so bad,” he said, breathless, resting his forehead on yours but very aware of the changes in the room.  “To be continued….”  He whispered, leading you up the stairs to the guest room where Sam was hiding.

“Dean!”  Sam yelled.  “Hurry it up.”

“I know, Sammy!”  He yelled back.  “We’re on our way.”

The air was charged with static.  You could feel it bristling the hairs on your skin like a bad thunder storm about to happen.  Ahead of you on the stairs, you saw Dean’s rear as he led you quickly by the hand.  Glancing behind, you saw a glitchy shape of a man which bore the face of your dead boyfriend, Danny.

“Danny?”  You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

“It’s the dead boyfriend!”  Dean said to Sam as you both crossed the salted threshold of the guest bedroom.

“I thought he was killed by the ghost first.”

“So did we.”  Sam said with a frown, looking at Dean in confusion.  “And he was cremated already so what the hell are we gonna do now?”

Dean turned you to face him, tearing your eyes away from the ghost that waited on the far side of the salt boundary.

“Do you have anything of his that could be tying him to this plane?  Lock of hair?  Blood stain somewhere maybe?”

“I don’t know,  Maybe.”  You wracked your brain for anything you had kept of his.  “He gave me a locket early on in our relationship that I never really wore, but after he died I couldn’t just throw it away.  He said it was a keepsake but it’s just got a photo of us in it.”

“That’s got to be it.”  Sam said.  “Where is it?”

“In my bedroom.  Jewellery box.”

“I’ll get it,” Sam rushed to the door, “he’s after Dean, not me.”

Once Sam crossed the salt with his iron fire poker, Danny’s ghost attacked.  It knocked Sam against the wall, hard, and sent him skidding back into the room.  The line of salt was broken and Danny’s ghost came for Dean.

“Goddamnit!  You need to get outa here” Dean said, brows raised, almost begging.

“But he’s going to kill you.”

Maybe if you could reason with Danny, he would just leave.  Maybe if you asked him to move on to wherever ghosts went, that he would see you were ok without him.

“He’s gonna try.”  Dean scooped up his shotgun, pumped it and stepped up beside you.

“Danny, please listen to me.”  You tried to reason with the spirit of your dead boyfriend.  “You don’t need to do this.  Please don’t do this.”

The ghost advanced, paying little heed to anyone except Dean.  His eyes, so filled with malice and hatred, never left the hunter.  For a second, you thought maybe you could stand between them and be safe but the closer the spectre got, the more you realised that he was too far gone.  Unreachable.

“Run!”  Dean pushed you aside and lifted the shotgun, aiming it right at Danny’s chest.

You backed up against the wall and skirted along it as Danny advanced on Dean.  You had to find the locket, but what were you supposed to do with it when you had it?

In your room, you fumbled with the clasp on your jewellry box, dropping the box on the floor.  Chains and earrings spilled out, jumbling up together, snagging into a knot as you tried to pull Danny’s locket free.

The booming sound of the shotgun was deafening.  It was so loud you felt it in your chest cavity and the shock of it made you feel dizzy.  Dean could be heard goading the ghost, taunting it to come and get him before the gun went off again.

In the doorway, Sam appeared looking a little worse for wear.  You held the jumble of gold and silver up to him, panicked that you couldn’t separate them.

“What do I do?”

“We have to burn it.”

“I can’t separate them.”

“Then we burn it all.”

Sam snatched up the metal trashcan and you dumped the twisted clump on top of the paper.  A generous squirt of fuel and a book of matches later and the whole can was ablaze.

Danny’s ghost appeared, in flame, moving towards you as if to claim you but Sam pulled you out of the way as the last of the flames consumed the spirit, leaving behind whisps of smoke.

Dean was sat on the floor of the guest room, bruised and bashed but very much alive.  He gave you a grateful smile and a nod as he got his breath back.  When he stood he hugged you, rubbing both of your arms to soothe you, and kissed the top of your head.

“I think we got him,” Dean said as he stood on your porch ready to head back to the motel for the night.  “But if it’s alright with you, I wanna do one more night to make sure we haven’t missed anything.  Tomorrow?”

You had thought you would never see him again once your haunting was taken care of, but when presented with an opportunity to spend one more evening cuddling Dean Winchester, how could you refuse.  The thought of being alone that night was overwhelming but you felt pathetic asking him and Sam to stay with you.

“I think that’s a good idea,” you smiled weakly, hoping you didn’t seem too needy or too eager to have his hands on you again.  When he had kissed you, it had made you burn with desire for him, and now you couldn’t let go of that heat.  The memory of ‘to be continued’ played whirligig in your stomach.

“Alright, sweetheart.  We’ll see you again tomorrow.”

Dean stepped off the porch and down into your yard before you crumbled under the weight of your emotions.

“Wait!”

He and Sam stopped and turned, Dean looking at you with worry, Sam with sympathy.

“Would you stay with me tonight?”  You felt embarrassed to ask, but the words were out now.  “I don’t want to be alone.”

Dean shuffled his feet, looking at Sam somewhat awkwardly before returning his gaze to you.  His smile was strained, as if he didn’t know how to let you down gently.

“Tell you what,” Sam cut the silence, “I’ve got some research to do anyway, and we missed a call from Jodie, so I’ll head back to the motel and I’ll swing back around tomorrow and pick you up.”

“Sounds like a plan.”  Dean patted Sam’s shoulder and followed you back into the house where you both settled on the couch as was your routine.

The sound of the TV blended into the background, secondary to the steady but quick thu-thump of your own heartbeat and the whoosh of your pulse in your ears.  The couch was soft beneath you, perfectly contrasting the firmness of the man you were partially wrapped around.

Dean looked down at you, catching you looking up at him from under your eyelashes.

“If you keep lookin’ at me that way, that ‘to be continued’ is gonna happen a lot sooner that you think.”  He said with a cocksure smirk.

You grinned, reaching up to slide your fingers over the stubble of his cheek, guiding him so you could lay your lips on his.

Dean sighed through his nose as he delved into your kiss, his arms slipping around you to hold you tight against him.

Whatever chemistry you two had generated over the past couple of weeks was sure to fizzle out once you’d both gotten it out of your systems.  Him acting like he was interested in you, all the affectionate touches he had coached himself to give during that time, the closeness you both had engineered over that time.  It was all bound to drain away, but in the meantime you closed your eyes and succumbed to the desire burning in your chest that told you to have him while you could.

And as Dean sunk himself into you on the soft couch with the TV playing Dr Sexy in the background, you didn’t care if it was just one time, you didn’t care if he would be gone tomorrow, or the next day.  As he sighed your name and made you feel amazing, you knew you would keep this memory forever.  The night you loved your guardian angel.

Read Part Two...?

[mothfables]

Snail Ch. 4 W.I.P.

Silence sits heavy over the camp after Legend’s reveal.

Warriors sits frozen on the other side of the fire, his chest heavy with leaden horror at what he’d learned. He’d known Legend held a strong dislike for soldiers of any kind - the other never made an effort to hide it - but he hadn’t expected… this.

He swallows as something in his stomach twists painfully. Legend had been a child when he’d been thrust into his first quest. He knows, intellectually, factually, that many of his brothers were the same. But actually hearing it? Seeing the proof of it before his very eyes? It sits heavy in his soul, molten and dark.

He has no doubt that Legend had had to defend himself against those soldiers, probably even kill some of them just to keep himself alive.

He doesn’t hold it against his brother. He can’t, not when he knows there was likely no other choice. Also, he refuses to be like those knights, putting the blame on a literal child; even if, as Legend said, it was due to magic. Even if it truly wasn’t their fault, it still happened. They still hurt him.

And then it happened again.

Warriors knows the name Yuga: he’d fought against the man in the War. He had been a pain to fight - using that ridiculously gaudy staff of his to summon paintings that in turn summoned things like lightning or spears, sometimes directly overhead of his targets. If one was particularly unluckily they would have that staff turned on them and caught up in one of those very paintings themselves. Wars has to fight a grimace at the memory.

He suppose the only upside was that Yuga hadn’t cared very much about Cia and Ganon’s plans, instead going along for his own gain; at least until he grew bored of playing along. (Wars still isn’t entirely sure of how turning the entire world into a painting would work.)

…The point is, fighting the man with an army at his back and as an adult (or near enough) was hard enough. He can barely imagine doing so entirely alone, at whatever age Legend was when he fought him.

Wars stares sadly at his (now very little) brother, curled up in Wind’s lap with that dead expression on his face.

He doesn’t know what to do about this. He doesn’t know what he can do; he and Legend weren’t particularly close before, though they’d been on their way to becoming friends. Now, though, all of that progress has probably been wiped away, leaving only fear behind.

The captain isn’t blind- he can’t afford to be. He’s seen the way the boy avoids him and Time, keeps a wary eye on those he’s deemed the knights of the group.

And Twilight, too, but not for the same reason. Wars has a sinking feeling that has more to do with the more canine side of their Rancher. Though whether Legend remembers from being older or it’s something he can just sense, Warriors isn’t sure.

Eventually Wind gets up and heads over to their bedrolls, Sky following a moment later. The two of them settle down with Legend between them, and everyone else takes that as their cue to get started on their evening routines.

Warriors sets his own bedroll a fair distance away. He hopes the space will (at least subconsciously) help Legend feel a little safer.

He’s nearly finished getting ready for bed when the sound of soft humming drifts through the camp. He glances over to see Sky propped on one arm, threading his fingers through Legend’s hair as he hums. Wars can’t see his face from where he is but the boy does look more relaxed than before.

He’s glad.

Legend deserves a good night’s sleep after all he went through. Wars gets the feeling such a thing was few and far between long before he started this adventure. He would not be surprised if nightmares continue to be a common occurrence for his brother, if not worse than usual. Young minds simply aren’t equipped to handle such horrific things like what he’s experienced.

[inmydelusionalera]

can you do prebed routine with ateez members what would going to bed be like with each of them and whats something special that you would do or share with the member before sleep? thank you very much in advance, love your reactions!

Night-time Routine with ATEEZ

Omg this is so cute!!! Thank you for being so sweet with all your support and I'll try my best to write something for this <3

Genre: fluffy

Warnings/triggers: n/a

Gender: any

Hongjoong

The second Hongjoong enters the door, he wants to do something that will help him relax and wind down after his long and tiring day. Once he gets home, he sees you on the couch covered in a soft blanket, reading a book. He makes his way over to you and sinks into the couch next to you.

"Rough day?" You asked him.

"Yeah... but now... Netflix?" He picks up the remote before you can respond and makes you share his blanket with him. Hongjoong puts on the show you both have been watching recently as he knows it's something you both enjoy. You snuggle into Hongjoong's chest, and he holds you close, causing you to fall asleep on him. Once the episode finishes, he carries you to bed, trying not to wake you up in the process. This was how most of your nights went, but neither of you minded as you got to spend time with each other without forcing energy.

Seonghwa

Seonghwa was building one of his Lego masterpieces whilst you were sat across the room doing your skincare routine, getting ready for bed. He stopped playing with his Lego and watches you concentrate as you spread moisturiser on you face. He makes his way over to you and dips his fingers into the cream, copying you, and applied it to his skin.

"Do you want to join me?" You look up at Seonghwa who was testing out your products.

"Maybe we could do our skincare together now and then you could help me build my Lego?" He looks at you smiling with his big eyes that it's impossible to say no. Together you do your skincare and he uses all your products as he knows you know more about them than he does and he trusts your recommendations. As soon as you both apply your facemasks, he grabs your arm and pulls you over to where he was previously building his Legos.

"We can do this whilst we wait for them to dry."

Yunho

Yunho is sat in his gaming chair when you arrive home from your late shift. He's so focused that he didn't hear you come through the door and doesn't notice your presence until you practically collapse in his lap. He chuckles at your antics.

"Why don't you join me on this adventure? It might help you relax." He hands you a controller so you can join his game- he always finds a way to make you be a part of both his virtual world and his real world. You're hesitant at first because Yunho was so much better at video games than you were and you didn't want to be a burden on his quest but he eventually convinces you an he pulls a chair next to him. Late into the night, you were both victorious and your adventure had been filled with silliness and laughter.

You spend the rest of the night completing several quests which have made you realise that Yunho's only quest was to get you to laugh and relax.

Yeosang

San

You were in the living room painting a portrait when Yeosang came in. He stood behind you, admiring your artwork and when you look up at him, you could tell he wanted to try it.

"You're welcome to join me if you want. There's a spare canvas over there."

"Are you sure? I don't want to waste materials because we both know art isn't exactly my forte." You shrug and grab the equipment for him and place it next your canvas. He hesitates at first as he tries to figure out what he wants to paint but once he gets started, time goes by quickly and it's early in the morning by the time you're both done. Even though you were both silent throughout the process, it definitely made you both closer.

As you both sit back to admire your artwork, Yeosang whispers, "We should do this more often before bed."

It was almost midnight when San enters your shared apartment with a bag full of snacks from all over the world. He had a huge smile on his face which suggested that he wanted to try them with you at that very moment.

"San... we always end up snacking before bed," you said looking into the bag of goodies.

"So? It's kinda become a tradition now so we can't break it. Plus we've never tried these ones before." Convinced, you reach into the bag and pull out an unfamiliar bag of candy. You open the bag and give the first bite to see if it's good before trying it yourself. Once he gives you the all clear, you try it for yourself and end up loving it.

"Don't eat all of it, we've still got tons more to try." You and San end up turning it into a kind a mukbang until you're both so full, it makes you tired.

Wooyoung

Mingi

"We haven't played this one before yet," Mingi says, carrying a board game to the floor where you were already sat. It had become a routine to play board games before bed as you didn't always get to spend time with each other during the day.

"That looks fun, I'll help you set it up." You take the top off reavling the board game inside. It takes you 2 minutes to fully set up the game. Mingi lets you go first and hands you the dice. You roll the dice and move your piece forward accordingly.

Hours go by, with Mingi eventually winning the game. Excitedly, he gets up and starts bragging and celebrating his victory. You congratulate him and jokingly say, "You only won because cheated. I'll win fairly tomorrow."

"Game on Y/N."

You and Wooyoung always end up doing something silly you've seen off tiktok together just before you go to bed- tonight wasn't any different. You were silently watching tiktoks until you came across one that you wanted to do with Wooyoung.

"Wooyoung! Let's film a tiktok slapping each other with tortillas and neither of us can laugh."

Shocked by the sudden request, Wooyoung giggles, "Y/N what? Slap each other?" You end up showing him the video and he agrees after seeing how much fun it looks. You grab the tortilla wraps and water from the kitchen whilst Wooyoung sets up the camera. You film the tiktok and both of you lose and end up getting water everywhere but neither of you minded because of how much fun you were having. After posting the tiktok, you decide to go for round 2 which turned into round 3 and so on until it reaches close to 3 am and you both finally call it night.

Jongho

You were both sat on the couch on your phones until Jongho got up and started to set up the karaoke machine. You were confused as it was already 10.30pm but you watched him set it up anyway and didn't say a word. He finishes plugging everything in and passes you a microphone.

"Really? Right now? It's already late."

"Exactly, it's the perfect activity to tire us out. Hurry and pick the song." You're still confused but do it anyway and you pick out the perfect duet for you both to sing. He nods in approval to your choice and when his parts come up, he always holds your hand and looks at you in your eyes to make it seem like these words were made for you. You end up singing until early morning which is when your voices started to begin to hurt and your eyes were getting heavy- he was right, it was the perfect way to get you tired.

[umlewis]

Lewis Hamilton Wants To Make Music, But First He Wants To Make the World A Better Place

On the heels of a new Marriott Bonvoy partnership, the F1 star talks about creating memorable moments and finding inspiration in music

By our estimates, Lewis Hamilton has traveled more than 80,000 miles this year, both for his job as one of the premiere drivers in Formula 1 and for leisure, as a perpetual tourist who’s always looking for his next adventure. And that’s not counting the 60-plus laps he drives on the track each race day, either. It’s no surprise, then, that Hamilton craves a little bit of stillness when he finds himself alone, and for as long as he can remember Hamilton has found his solace in music. "Music is the biggest part of my life," Hamilton says. "It's the most important thing that keeps me sane." For the F1 champ, making music has become a necessary outlet, a personal space to create that's all his own. It's been nice, he explains, "In a sport where you don't feel like you could fit in, where you know you're different but you can't really talk too much and there's no way to express yourself other than in a car, to then have music and be able to put my feelings out into something." The F1 star spoke to Rolling Stone during the recent Dutch Grand Prix in Zandvoort, where he partnered with Marriott Bonvoy to offer Bonvoy members an exclusive meet-and-greet in the Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team area.

"We are traveling to 24 different places around the world [each year] and I think one of the most difficult things when you are traveling is often missing your home bed," Hamilton says. "I've traveled to cities and been booked at a hotel, walked straight into my room and left," he continues, "so to find the right comfort has been a discovery process." Marriott, the driver says, has "been so accommodating in all these different places that I've been to." Part of that has been finding a menu that caters to the famous vegan's plant-based diet. "Marriott is really, really accommodating. They find things to make you," Hamilton says. Another has been finding space for the driver to make music while on the road. "I carry one suitcase that has my music equipment," Hamilton reveals, "so every time I get to a hotel, I always set up my mic." Hamilton's musical aspirations started at an early age. His father played in a reggae band, which inspired him to pick up a guitar at thirteen. He bought a turntable when he was sixteen, eventually filling in for local DJs at London nightclubs when he was old enough to go out. He wrote his first song, an R&B track called Never Again, when he was 21. After that, "I was hooked."

Lately, Hamilton has been going through waves of inspiration for the type of music he wants to make. He quietly dropped a track with Christina Aguilera for her 2018 album Liberation (under the artist name XNDA), and he name drops everyone from Wizkid to Coldplay and Billie Eilish when asked about favorite artists. Over the last year he's been listening to"“a lot of afro beats," and he enthusiastically nominates Megan Thee Stallion's Mamushi for 2024 "Song of the Summer" honors. "It's sick, I love that song. That's probably the coolest track out there right now," he gushes. When it comes to his own music though, Hamilton admits he's still unsure of what he wants to make - and what he wants to say. "I go through these phases where I'm doing a lot, I'm writing a lot and I'm recording a lot, and really feeling inspired," he says, "and then I go through these periods where I just stop doing it. I do it less and less and less, and then I stop setting my mic up." For someone who's known for his daring overtakes and hairpin turns on the track, does the thought of releasing music scare him? The soft-spoken star demures when asked about his musical endeavors, revealing that he has "no plans on ever giving [the songs] to anybody," at least for now. "I never got into music, to put the music up," he says.

Further complicating things, at least from this perspective, has been Hamilton's incredibly close relationship with his fans. Few drivers are as well-liked as the Brit, and few athletes have given back to their sport the way Hamilton has, whether it's signing autographs at the airport, making frequent public appearances, or doing intimate meet-and-greets with Marriott Bonvoy. He's almost always taking time out for fans at every race weekend, and yet there's a prevailing feeling of resignation when Hamilton talks about the fandom, almost as if he's expecting himself to do more, to say more, to sign more, even if it hasn't been asked of him. "From a driver's perspective, for an individual or group of people to decide to support you out of only twenty [drivers]? It's a real privilege," he says, "and you feel like you're on a journey with those people that you connect with. So when you lose, you lose together, and when you win, you win together." Hamilton tells a story about one of his favorite fan interactions, which isn't really a single instance, but rather a collective memory. "Most fans are so kind to go out of their way. They've either written me a letter, or they're people making bracelets, or people that bring me gifts," he says. "I've got this one really sweet lady, for example, that's traveled to quite a few of the European races, and she keeps turning up and giving me books of poems, and there'll be a book on history, and she would have gone through and put tabs on all the important parts of the book. People are so, so sweet," he continues, "and you feel really bad, because everywhere you go it's like they give, give, give, and you don't. I don't carry around gifts with me, and often I've just come from the airport. So you feel like when someone gives you something, you're supposed to try and give something back, and it always feels like you've not done enough."

Of course, even fairweather fans will tell you Hamilton has done a lot for the sport, breaking barriers as the first-and only-black F1 driver to date, while ushering in a new generation of global superstars, with buzzed-about partnerships with Tommy Hilfiger, Dior, and, yes, Marriott Bonvoy too. Releasing music would elevate him into an even greater stratosphere of stars, and perhaps finally provide him with something tangible to "give back." But Hamilton is also a consummate perfectionist. In his sport races are often decided by mere thousandths of a second, and one tiny error could have your car crashing out. In the same way, he wants to make sure any music he releases can stand on its own, recalling how excited he was when he played his Aguilera duet for friends and they thought it was some "young artist" that had just come out. The whole world knows what Hamilton can do when it comes to F1. If he's going to enter the music industry he wants to be taken just as seriously, to give himself a similar chance to make it to the top. There's still work to be done, Hamilton explains; new sounds to explore, new beats to create, new thoughts to take from pen to tune. So for now, Hamilton is just making music for himself. Maybe he's not ready to release his music to the world just yet, but Hamilton is determined to use his metaphorical microphone to inspire others. As he approaches two decades in the sport, has he started to think about his legacy? "I find legacy talk really awkward, because I don't wake up every day and think of a legacy that I want to leave," he says. "I'm not working towards a legacy. I work towards, ultimately, trying to be the best version of myself, in the hope that the decisions I make, the things I say and the things that I do hopefully have a positive impact on people." I think about what I am going to do with this platform or this microphone that I have, and what I can actually do with the little time that we have on this planet," he continues. And then, he says, "What can I do to leave the world a better place than when I started? I would imagine for all the good people in the world, it's probably what they want to do also, right? That's what I'm thinking about every day."

[ryanmarshallryan]

BACK TO THE FUTURE PART II

VORETOBER SHORT VORE STORY DAY 27

Rodney looked at his body in the mirror. Loose skin hung around his midsection, and he saw his hair becoming more of a gray. He placed his hands on his abdomen, fondly remembering when he had a huge gut, which he had simply stopped maintaining in plans to be more compact again to better fit in a belly when the opportunity arose. He smiled and saw the many wrinkles around his cheeks and corners of his eyes from a life of joy and fulfillment. He looked over at the movie playing on his living room monitor. Back to the Future Part II. He thought back on a couple wonderful experiences he had that it reminded him of. That time he had gotten eaten for a little while by his future self, then the other time when he was the future self swallowing up his younger version. More time had passed and he wanted the experience of the younger version again, so he fired up his telephone booth time machine (he had designed it based on the one from Bill and Ted’s excellent adventure). 

Rodney, walked out into a different living space, the one of his forty three year old self. 

The forty three year old Rodney walked in and saw the time machine and gaped. “It works?”

Older Rodney smiled, and embraced his younger self, “Yours will, you just keep working at it. But I was wondering if I gave you a hint if you wouldn’t mind doing something fun for me in exchange?”

“Anything for me,” younger Rodney said with a chuckle, “I presume you’re me, I mean who else would you be?”

“Well, I am who you could be, if that’s what you wanted. But for now, I know building time machines hasn’t been your only development in past years…”

Younger Rodney thought for a minute, “Oh! You’re referring to the digestive tissue advancements I’ve been making?”

“That’s the one, I was wondering if you’d like a willing test subject?”

Younger Rodney got his lab equipment set up to document the process and gave himself another dose of the hormone regulator he’d been developing to help him not immediately digest someone inside his gut. Future Rodney got up on a desk again, and put his hands forward into a diving position. Younger Rodney took both arms and slid them into his mouth and gently began to swallow, feeling the willing meal lean forward into him a bit. Younger Rodney had been actively gaining for years and his large gut was soft and cozy for future Rodney to cradle inside of, encased by cushions of flesh and fat. 

“Ah, yes I almost forgot. Check my time machine, you’ll find a revised version of your flux capacitor-like contraption that might help speed things along,” the future Rodney pointed out. 

Younger Rodney admired the newer design and took notes on the differences and tried it out on his own time machine and it began to work for the first time.

“Well I know where I’m going next. Moving forward, it’ll be on to the past!”

Featuring Fastfork from grommr as the pred version!

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

Ghostober Day 3: CBT

Pairing: Aether/Cumulus

Prompts put together by @kroas-adtam! The full list is here.

There is no denying it anymore, the clamps hurt, but Aether wouldn’t have it any other way. Now that he knows how electric the pain-pleasure really is, he’s addicted. Each pulse of discomfort radiating from his balls only amplifies the pleasure, sending shivers up his spine as he teeters on the edge.

Notes: Okay I’m gonna be honest, I had no idea what CBT even is so I got curious and did some research (I don’t like watching porn so I read the wikipedia article lol). Since I don't have the equipment to fully understand what I wrote, please feel free to correct me. I’m curious if I imagined it kinda right.

cw: safeword use

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Aether shifts nervously on the bed, his hands resting in his lap as he watches Cumulus lay out the toys on the nightstand. He knows what they are and what they do of course, they had a big talk about it beforehand. But now that the light is glistening of the metal clamps and he sees the leather ball stretcher in real life, the nerves begin to set in.

Cumulus, sensing Aether’s hesitation, turns to him with a reassuring smile.

“You’re sure you want to try this, right? It’s okay if you’re not ready.”

Aether wants to do this, especially with Cumulus who has the experience. So he swallows and nods, feeling heat rise in his chest.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I just… I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m curious.”

Cumulus moves closer, sitting beside him on the bed, her presence calming and confident. “That’s totally normal. We’ll take it slow, and remember-nothing happens without your consent. You’re in control here.” She brushes a hand along Aether’s thigh, the touch grounding him. “Can you repeat your safe-word for me?”

“Yeah-'red' if I need to stop completely, ‘yellow’ if I want to slow down or take a break,” Aether repeats, his voice a little steadier now.

“Good boy.” She kisses him softly on the mouth.

“We will start slow, ease you into it and see how you feel, and we can stop if you don’t like it.”

He’s new to this kind of play, but he trusts Cumulus completely. She guides him to lay back against the pillows and reaches to the nightstand. The first set of clamps-gentle ones, with soft rubber tips are designed to ease Aether into the experience.

“These,” Cumulus shows them to Aether, “go onto your nipples, just to give you a sense of what it feels like. The pressure can build up over time, but it shouldn’t feel like pain-more like a slow, warm burn.”

Aether watches intently as Cumulus applies the first clamp, her movements deliberate and effective. The initial pinch makes him gasp, the sensation sharp but not unbearable. A few seconds later, a deep warmth blooms from where the clamp holds him, spreading through his chest.

“How’s that?” she asks, her tone calm but watchful.

“It’s... different. Intense, but not bad,” Aether admits, his pulse quickening.

Cumulus smiles approvingly, adjusting the second clamp.

“Good. We’ll stay at this level for a bit, let you get used to the feeling.”

She trails fingers over his sides and down his thighs. The soft administration in contrast to the sting of the clamps has him chubbing up ridiculously fast and he takes a shaky breath in when Cumulus traces the thick vein on his twitching cock.

“Now, if you’re ready, we can move on to something a little more adventurous.”

Aether’s breath hitches at her words. “The… ball stretcher?”

“Mhm.” Cumulus picks up the leather ball stretcher, showing it to him before she continues.

“Like discussed, you will feel a strong pulling sensation. It’s not painful per se if you’re careful, but you’ll feel a strong tug.”

He nods, a mix of anticipation and nervousness making his heart pound.

“I’m ready. I want to try.”

She purrs and gives him a quick peck on the mouth before slipping the stretcher around his scrotum, securing it with practiced ease. The immediate sensation is strange, it’s a tight pull around his balls, a mild discomfort that quickly morphs into a deep, throbbing awareness of every inch of his body.

“How does that feel?” she asks, her voice low and soothing.

“It’s… it feels tight, but kind of good. Really good, actually,” Aether says, surprise lacing his words. The combination of the clamps and the ball stretcher is thrilling, each sensation amplifying the other.

Cumulus smirks knowingly and teasingly strokes his now aching hard cock.

She leans down to kiss his chest, her lips just brushing the edge of the clamp.

“Fuuuuckkk!” He breaths and throws his head back into the pillow.

Her touch lingers on his balls, gently massaging the skin just below where the stretcher is secured. “You’re handling this beautifully,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss the inside of his thigh.

Aether’s breath stutters as he revels in the tug of the ball stretcher, a strange combination of discomfort and pleasure flooding his senses. The pressure from the leather is persistent but not painful, pulling his balls downward in a way that leaves him hyperaware of every little movement.

“Tell me if you want more. Remember this is about exploring what works for you.”

“I want more!” His voice shaking with anticipation.

“Good. Now, if you’re up for it, we can take things a step further. I was thinking… we could try applying the clamps down here.” She slides her hand down to his stretched balls, her thumb grazing over the sensitive skin. They have talked about the possibility but still his eyes widen slightly at the suggestion. The thought sends a fresh surge of adrenaline through him, nerves mixing with arousal in a way that makes his pulse race. He knows it’s going to be a lot, but something about pushing himself with Cumulus by his side feels exhilarating. He nods, licking his lips. “I… I want to try. But slowly?”

“Of course hun,” Cumulus reassures him, her tone soft but firm. “We’ll go slow, and if it gets too much, you just say the word, okay? No pressure to push through anything.”

Aether nods again, more confident this time. He trusts her completely.

Cumulus reaches for the clamps—similar to the ones on his nipples but a little tighter. She holds one of the clamps between her fingers, the small rubber-tipped teeth poised and ready. “I’m going to attach this right at the base of your balls, where it’ll add a little more pressure.

With a practiced hand, Cumulus carefully opens the clamp and places it where the skin is taut from the stretcher. As the clamp bites down, Aether gasps, the sharp pinch sending a jolt through his body. The sensation is quick and intense, but soon it settles into the same slow burn that the nipple clamps had caused earlier.

“Fuck!” Aether repeats, chest heaving. His body feels electric, the combination of the ball stretcher and the clamp creating a deep, throbbing sensation that radiates through his groin.

“How’s that?” Cumulus asks, her fingers gently stroking the skin around the clamp, checking in even as she watches his reactions closely.

“It’s... a lot, but… good,” Aether admits, his voice strained but tinged with excitement.

Cumulus smiles, clearly pleased with his response. “I’m proud of you, Aether. You’re doing so well.” Her hand glides up his shaft, teasingly light, as she reaches for the second clamp. “One more, and then we’ll let you ride it out.”

Aether bites his lip as Cumulus opens the second clamp and positions it just a little lower, still along the stretched skin of his balls. The pressure of both clamps now creates a heightened sense of tension, pulling his awareness entirely to the throbbing, sensitive flesh between his legs. He lets out a low groan, the sensation making his head spin.

“Too much?” Cumulus asks, her voice still laced with care despite the growing heat between them.

“No… It hurts… but I like it.” Aether replies, his body trembling slightly as he adjusts to the intense sensations. The pain contrasts the pleasure and only hightens it. His cock twitches, leaking precome onto his stomach, evidence of how turned on he is despite-or maybe because of-the intensity.

After a bit of squirming and moaning Cumulus checks back in with Aether before applying two more clamps.

“Perfect. My good boy. Just breathe, let yourself feel everything.”

There is no denying it anymore, the clamps hurt, but Aether wouldn’t have it any other way. Now that he knows how electric the pain-pleasure really is, he’s addicted. Each pulse of discomfort radiating from his balls only amplifies the pleasure, sending shivers up his spine as he teeters on the edge.

“I need to come! Please, Cumulus… let me come,” he pleads, his voice strained with desperation, his balls throbbing painfully against the tight grip of the clamps and the tension of the ball stretcher.

Cumulus looks down at him, a soft, knowing smile playing at her lips as she begins stroking his cock, her hand expertly twisting over the precome-slicked head. Her touch is firm but teasing, her thumb brushing the sensitive slit just enough to make Aether twitch.

“You deserve a reward,” she purrs into his ear, her voice low and smooth like velvet. “You can come anytime you want.” Her pace quickens, her strokes becoming more deliberate, more intense.

Aether moans, his hips instinctively thrusting up into the channel of her hand. The combination of her skilled touch and the sharp throb of the clamps has him teetering on the precipice, but something is wrong. His whole body is coiled tight, the need to release overwhelming, yet… he can’t. No matter how fast Cumulus moves her hand, no matter how desperately he fucks up into her fist, he’s stuck right there, on the edge.

He whimpers, the frustration and overstimulation making his cock and balls ache in a way that’s both unbearable and addictive. He grits his teeth, trying to force himself over that line, but his body won’t obey. The desperation hits like a tidal wave, drowning him in frustration.

And then, with a broken sob, he remembers. His safe word.

“Yellow!” Aether cries out, his voice cracking with exhaustion and need.

Immediately, Cumulus slows her hand, stopping her movements completely as her other hand moves up to cup his face, her thumb brushing softly over his cheek. Her sharp gaze softens, concern flashing in her grey eyes. “What’s the matter, love?” she asks gently, her voice low and soothing. “Do you want to stop?”

Aether swallows hard, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His whole body trembles, the tension still coiled in his gut, but the edge is too far away, too slippery to grab hold of. “I can’t—" his voice breaks. "I can’t come like this!” He tries to hide his face from embarrassment.

Cumulus' eyes soften with understanding as she continues stroking Aether's cheek with her thumb, her touch gentle and reassuring. “You’ve been so good, Aether,” she whispers. “We talked about how this could happen.” Her gaze drifts to his swollen, tortured balls. “Some people just can’t come with all of this going on, and there’s no shame in it. We can always try again later, with the clamps and stretcher on, but for now, let me take care of you. Let me make it right.”

Aether’s breath is still shallow, his body trembling under her touch, but he nods, his trust in her unwavering. “Yes… I’m green again.”

Cumulus smiles softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead before straightening back up. “Good. Now, taking it off can be just as intense-sometimes even more than putting it on-but don’t worry, I’ll be as gentle as possible. I’ve got you.” Her voice is soft, soothing, as if coaxing him through the waves of tension still gripping his body.

If this were Dewdrop beneath her, Cumulus would be playing with the heightened sensitivity, taking full advantage of the pain and pressure to drive him wild. She knows exactly how Dew loves it-how he craves the sharp, brutal edge of agony mingling with pleasure, how she can push him further and further until he's begging for release, only to draw it out even longer. The removal of clamps for Dew would be something she’d turn into its own brand of torment, slowly pulling them off while grinding her hand into his balls or flicking them just to watch him squirm in delight.

But Aether isn’t like Dew. Aether needs care, and she knows that, feels it in the way he trembles beneath her, in the way his body tenses and relaxes at the gentlest touch. He needs her to be slow, to be patient, and she’s more than willing to give him exactly what he needs.

Cumulus starts by gently loosening the clamps, her fingers delicate as she undoes them one by one. The moment the pressure releases, Aether’s body jolts. The blood rushing back into the previously pinched skin hits him like a shockwave, a pins-and-needles feeling that flares up, sharp and burning, before it fades into a throbbing ache. His breath catches, but her soothing touch helps ground him. She massages the area lightly, her fingers working to ease the sharpness into a dull throb, coaxing his body to adjust to the sudden shift.

"How does that feel?" she asks softly.

“Better now.”

Next is the stretcher and she slides it off gently. His balls retract slightly, now free from the pull, but the sensitivity is still there, a lingering ache that pulses through him. Cumulus doesn't rush. Her hands move with practiced precision, massaging the tender skin, easing the discomfort, letting him breathe through the intense sensations.

With the clamps and stretcher now off, Aether's body feels raw and exposed, every touch amplified by the lingering pain. But Cumulus knows how to guide him through it. Her hands shift from his balls to his cock, still hard and aching, slick with precome. She wraps her fingers around him, stroking slowly at first, allowing him to feel every motion, every squeeze. The pain melts into pleasure as she finds the perfect rhythm, her thumb pressing lightly against the sensitive tip.

Aether moans, his hips twitching as he starts to thrust into her hand again, the sensations overwhelming but in the best possible way. His body feels lighter now, no longer burdened by the weight of the clamps and stretcher, but the sensitivity remains, heightening every stroke, every caress.

"You're so close," Cumulus murmurs, leaning in to kiss his neck, her voice thick with affection and lust. “Let go for me, Aether. Let me take you there.”

Her hand moves faster, the pressure building with every stroke. Aether’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling as the tension coils tighter and tighter.

Cumulus’s fingers knead his balls again, gentle but firm, sending jolts of sensation straight to his core. The overstimulation and pain from earlier lingers, and it only amplifies the orgasm building within him. With one last twist of her wrist, one final stroke of his cock, Aether shatters. His release hits him like a tidal wave, his hips jerking as he spills over her hand, thick and hot, his entire body convulsing with the force of it.

Cumulus holds him through it, stroking him slowly, milking every drop of his orgasm until he's left panting and utterly spent. She leans down and presses a tender kiss to his temple, her hand never leaving him as he rides the last waves of pleasure.

"You did so well, love!" she whispers, cradling him in her arms.

Aether, still trembling, can only manage a breathless smile. “Thank you.” he whispers, his voice hoarse and full of gratitude.

[yxlnst]

Elysium's Embrace: A Journey of Love and Adventure

idol!Jeonghan x reader!y/n

🎀 Summary 🎀 : Jeonghan and you wake up in a video game, face challenges together, and grow closer, ultimately returning to reality united.

🧸 Word Count 🧸 : 1,285

Fluff!!

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The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the city as you and Jeonghan sat in your living room, controllers in hand. You had both been obsessed with the new virtual reality game, "Elysium," an open-world adventure where players could explore vast lands, fight mythical creatures, and complete various quests.

"Alright, let's tackle this last mission before calling it a night," Jeonghan said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We need to find the Crystal of Eternity to level up our characters."

You nodded, equally excited. "Let's do this!"

Hours passed as you navigated through dense forests, fought off dangerous beasts, and solved intricate puzzles. Finally, you reached the ancient temple where the Crystal of Eternity was said to be hidden.

"Here it is," Jeonghan whispered, his character reaching out to grab the glowing crystal.

As soon as he touched it, a blinding light enveloped both of your characters. You felt a strange sensation, like you were being pulled into the screen. The world around you spun, and everything went black.

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself lying on a grassy field, the scent of wildflowers filling the air. You sat up, disoriented, and looked around. The landscape was eerily familiar.

"Is this... Elysium?" you whispered to yourself.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Jeonghan's voice came from behind you.

You turned to see him standing there, looking just as confused as you felt. "Jeonghan, what happened? Where are we?"

He looked around, his eyes wide with realization. "I think... I think we're inside the game."

You both stared at each other in disbelief. How was this possible? One moment you were playing a video game in your living room, and the next you were actually inside it.

"We need to find out what's going on," Jeonghan said, his voice determined. "Let's explore the area and see if we can find any clues."

You nodded, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. Together, you started walking through the lush landscape, taking in the vibrant colors and surreal beauty of Elysium. It was like stepping into a dream.

As you walked, you noticed that your surroundings were incredibly detailed, far more than any video game you had ever played. The trees rustled in the wind, birds chirped overhead, and you could even feel the soft grass beneath your feet.

"We need to be careful," Jeonghan said, glancing around warily. "This world may look beautiful, but it's filled with dangers."

You both knew the game well, having spent countless hours playing it. You understood that while Elysium was a place of wonder, it was also home to fierce monsters and treacherous terrain.

As you ventured deeper into the forest, you heard a rustling noise behind you. You turned to see a group of goblins emerging from the underbrush, their eyes gleaming with malice.

"Get ready!" Jeonghan shouted, drawing his sword.

You reached for your weapon, realizing with a start that you had the same equipment and abilities as your character in the game. You unsheathed your sword and stood back-to-back with Jeonghan, ready to face the goblins.

The battle was intense, but you and Jeonghan fought with skill and precision, just as you had in the game. The goblins were tough, but you managed to defeat them, your adrenaline pumping as you stood victorious.

"That was close," you said, panting. "But we did it."

Jeonghan nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. "We need to find a safe place to rest and figure out our next move."

You continued your journey, eventually coming across a small village nestled in a valley. The villagers looked at you with curiosity as you approached, their expressions wary but not unfriendly.

"Excuse me," Jeonghan said to an elderly man sitting by a well. "Can you tell us where we are?"

The man looked at you both with a hint of suspicion. "You are in the village of Eldoria. Who are you, and where do you come from?"

You exchanged a glance with Jeonghan, unsure of how much to reveal. "We're travelers," you said cautiously. "We're trying to find our way back home."

The man's expression softened. "Well, travelers, you are welcome here. But beware, these lands are dangerous, and not all who come here find their way back."

You thanked the man and decided to stay in the village for the night. The villagers were kind, offering you food and shelter. As you sat by the fire in a cozy cottage, you and Jeonghan discussed your situation.

"We need to find the Crystal of Eternity," Jeonghan said. "It's the only way to get back to our world."

You nodded in agreement. "But we need to be careful. We don't know what other dangers await us."

The next morning, you set out with renewed determination. You knew that the journey ahead would be difficult, but you were ready to face whatever challenges came your way.

As you traveled through the vast lands of Elysium, you encountered various characters and creatures, each with their own stories and quests. Some helped you, while others tried to hinder your progress. But through it all, you and Jeonghan grew closer, your bond strengthening with each passing day.

One evening, as you sat by a campfire under the stars, Jeonghan turned to you, his eyes filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter.

"Y/n, I know this isn't how we planned to spend our time together, but... I'm glad we're in this together. I don't know what I would do without you."

You smiled, feeling a rush of emotions. "I feel the same way, Jeonghan. This journey has shown me how strong we are together. I wouldn't want to face this with anyone else."

As the days turned into weeks, you and Jeonghan continued your quest to find the Crystal of Eternity. You faced countless challenges and dangers, but your determination never wavered.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you reached the ancient temple where the crystal was said to be hidden. It was a grand structure, its walls adorned with intricate carvings and glowing runes.

"We're here," Jeonghan said, his voice filled with awe.

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Let's find that crystal and get back home."

You entered the temple, navigating through its labyrinthine halls and solving complex puzzles. The air was thick with tension, and you could feel the weight of your journey bearing down on you.

At last, you reached the inner sanctum, where the Crystal of Eternity lay on a pedestal, glowing with an ethereal light. You approached it cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Are you ready?" Jeonghan asked, his hand reaching out to yours.

You took his hand, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. "I'm ready."

Together, you reached out and touched the crystal. A blinding light enveloped you once more, and you felt a strange sensation, like you were being pulled back to reality.

When you opened your eyes, you were back in your living room, the familiar sounds and smells of home surrounding you. You looked at Jeonghan, who was still holding your hand, a look of wonder on his face.

"We're back," he said, his voice filled with relief and joy.

You smiled, tears of happiness streaming down your face. "We did it, Jeonghan. We made it back."

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his warmth and presence reassuring you that everything was real. "I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you for being my strength and my hope."

As you held each other, you realized that your adventure in Elysium had changed you both. You had faced unimaginable dangers and challenges, but you had emerged stronger and more united than ever.

From that day forward, you and Jeonghan cherished every moment together, knowing that no matter what obstacles came your way, you would always have each other. Your love had been tested in the most extraordinary way, and it had triumphed, shining brighter than ever.

And as you looked into Jeonghan's eyes, you knew that your journey together was only just beginning.

[estro-gem]

Jax x Ragatha: Touch

The Amazing Digital Circus AU: Oasis

Author's note: Hey guys! It's bunnydoll time! I hope you have the patience to work your way through this one. I wonder if there are any of you who can remotely relate to the way I wrote Jax to be in terms of his aversion to touch.

Oh well, it's just a story about some fictional characters who aren't even mine. Credit goes to Gooseworx, for creating such fun characters for us to play with.

Hope you enjoy this one! This story was suppose to go into a completely different direction, but that idea can always be explored in the future - when I have the guts to put it on paper.

I'm sure that you don't need the context from my previous work to understand/enjoy this one.

Warnings: None... I think.

SUMMARY:

Jax is suffering from the frustrating effects of touch-starvation, despite his touch-aversion rendering him from doing anything about it. After meeting up with his fellow circus-members, a good laugh and a brief on their new adventure, Jax is given the chance to confide in Ragatha.

TOUCH

It was going to be one of those dreaded days.

Jax was lost in a dream only moments before – one of silky, living fabric with the softest stuffing that rang with a hushed, pleading voice for him and only him. For him to give more and more; and in the dream, he was willing – eager – to provide. He’d rattled the mountains to kneel before a ragdoll only to be brought to his knees himself, all for his little doll to just look at him.

To really just look at him.

Jax closed his eyes again, seeking the warm, fuzzy afterglow of the caresses shared in his lost dream. He desperately tried to sink deeper into his mattress, as he was pressed into the softness of his doll only moments before.

But now he was burning from the inside out.

Red-hot fire nipped and crackled on his skin and yet, Jax wanted to curl into himself and burst into shivers as his heart bashed into his ribcage, threatening to jump out from his throat. The sensations caused him to forget to reign in his breathing, so he was left almost panting, until the sound of his own voice riled him up even more. He sounded so pathetic and desperate in the confines of his own room.

Suddenly Jax’s attention was drawn to his claws, now ripped through his yellow gloves, and digging into his pillow. He pulled back his hands and forced himself to relax his digits enough, to allow the claws to sink back into place; tucked away and safe. The rabbit spied the little holes that his claws left in the plush bedding, feeling the sour taste of guilt invade his being.

That could’ve been Raggs.

Just like that, the sour was drowned in the glowing, shivering heat that trembled through him again. He groaned as he rolled over to sit up on the edge of his bed. He tried to force the thoughts of her eyes out of his head, only to be thrusted into the intrusive impulse of crushing her against him, stealing her breaths.

The bunny laid his face into his hands and felt the sting of tears at the back of his eyes. It’s been a while since he felt like this, and the frustration was getting to him in ways that was almost too embarrassing to acknowledge. Jax knew that he was only going to suffer more once he left the safety of his room and he desperately tried to muster up all the reasons why he shouldn’t leave.

But someone would come knocking at his door if he didn’t – and heaven forbid that it would be Ragatha calling his name from the outside…

Because he might not be able to stop himself from dragging her into his depths only to screaming his name from the inside…

No.

This had to stop.

He was going to be fine, frustration been damned! It was just a bit of an off day, but nothing like he hasn’t lived through before. Yes, Jax was well equipped to handle the tug of war between touch-aversion and touch-starvation for the day. Just one day.

Just like he’d done all the mere handful of times he felt like this since he got here.

Jax lifted his arms to stretch, hearing the ring in his ears as he groaned at the pleasure of relieving his tense muscles. Speaking of stiffness, Jax felt the overall form of his body being a tad bit more defined and firmer than usual. Intrigued by this discovery, he poked at his bicep to confirm that it was as solid as it appeared, before rolling his eyes in annoyance. He must have really been tensed up and… invested… in that dream of his for him to notice it – or maybe his mind was just trying to occupy himself to forget the yearning for his doll’s hands to glide over his skin.

Ugh, it was going to be a rough day…

Whether Jax wanted to or not, he eventually left his room and dragged himself down the empty hallway of many doors. Voices buzzed from the main area, but he was too distracted to single them out, so the bunny was left to the element of surprise. He didn’t mind it too much, as he believed that any conversation would stimulate him beyond the confusing war between the contradicting needs of his body versus his mind.

The itch that only another’s touch could soothe, versus the itch of the unbearable residue that the touch would leave in its wake.

It was pathetic.

Finally met with the familiar figures in the main area, the rabbit’s eyes were pulled and fixed onto a specific scene. He narrowed his eyes, as his mind raced through multiple thoughts, not quite knowing what to make of what he saw.

Pomni and Kinger were off to the side of the main group, seemingly in a conversation that held the keen attention of the jester. She was practically fixated on the oversized chess piece, who by no doubt was talking about something deeper than the ramblings of a madman. Jax spotted mismatched eyes of the king dulled and muddled – and for once, sober. Just then, Jax decided to steer clear of those two, not wanting to rain on the royal’s parade.

It’s been so long since Kinger was as aware as he was now.

Even Jax wouldn’t want to knock down that precious house of cards. When Kinger was oriented, things were just… better in the Circus. It wasn’t something that anyone could explain, but something about Kinger holding out for so long, made life in the Digital Realm seem possible – even when surrounded and inflicted by anything and everything that was impossible. Granted, those sober moments were few, brief and far in-between, but they were there, rooted, and present. Jax recalled many instances where he was met with the elder’s sobriety, only for it to crumble to ash when he attempted to delve into it.

A genuine question asked by Jax in attempt to encourage the continuation of Kinger’s clear mindset, only met with the abrupt cut-off of another startled question by Kinger about whatever was happening at that moment, as if it never happened in the first place.

The snake’s charms were also proven to be ineffective against the royal, barely acknowledging his baiting and deliberate sabotage, but Jax kept hissing and striking regardless. In fact, everyone included Kinger in the happenings of the oasis, regardless of the effectiveness of it all. Anything that anyone could do for another precious moment of clarity from the king, was considered a worthy effort, because if he could make it this far and still have his mind…

Who’s to say they couldn’t make it either – even if only in small, precious increments?

What a shame to see such a precious moment of clarity to be wasted on a stupid waste of space. She had no idea how lucky she was to have that gem in her grimy little grasp.

Jax scoffed; deciding to look to where the rest of the group was situated. His heart clenched at the sight of his girls, watched over by none other than Zooble themself.

Gangle was happily wrapped around Ragatha’s slim frame. He could tell that the ribbon continuously squeezed the doll with a firm, but gentle pressure, just as Ragatha liked it. He heard Zooble mumble teasing comments about Raggs 'stealing their girl' as Gangle nuzzled her face into the top of the doll’s head, burying her face into the red wooly locks with an admittedly cute smile on her face. Sometimes, Jax wished for them to be living another life, where the bunny would be free to just pinch and tug the masked ribbon’s cheeks. He’d make it hurt, that’s for sure!

And then, there was his doll, also smiling and content – at ease in the crushing grasp of Gangle’s magic touch. The doll often sought out the ribbonoid for her infamous squeeze, as they found that Gangle was the best at practicing Ragatha’s occasional need for deep-pressure therapy.

Sure, some time ago, it was a case of desperation on Jax’s part to indulge his doll with his weighted cuddling, but Gangle was the ideal option. He didn’t mind the rare time with his dolly one bit, though. The annoying itch and bother prickling at his skin for the few hours afterwards was all the more worth it to have Ragatha melted and helpless beneath him.

Where she belonged.

Jax felt a warm, but not exactly unpleasant tingling ghost over his lips when his needy thoughts pushed back into his head upon remembering the sensual kiss he left on the inside of her wrist. It was when she wordlessly begged him to have her caress his cheek as her shaking hand hovered in offering for him to accept or reject. He couldn’t ever say no then – he doubted that he’d ever be able to say no to her ever.

Her face… her voice… pleading his name like a prayer...

Stop it.

 It’s just worse because of that stupid, unrealistic dream he had before! It didn’t matter how much he dreamt about him sinking and drowning into his doll, because in the waking world, he was just a broken snake that felt the need to shed his skin every time anyone had the mere thought of touching him.

Why couldn’t he just be normal?

For the time being, he’d be happy to just live vicariously through Gangle securely holding Ragatha as she sat cross-legged on the floor, while Gangle playfully blew raspberries at Zooble, who could only shake their head in mock-disappointment. It was written all over the ragdoll’s face and evident in the melody of her bright laugh; Ragatha felt safe and content.

That was more than enough for Jax to be happy.

Right?

“Jax! Took you long enough!” Jax was pulled out from his thoughts upon the sound of Zooble’s bored, bossy tone, “You’re lucky Caine’s not here yet. Where were you anyway?”

Jax’s sleazy grin was fixed on his face, trained and trimmed as the snake he was, “Oh, you know… definitely not snooping around you rooms or anything – but hypothetically, if I were, I’m pretty sure I forgot something in one of them, so if you find it, be sure to give me a shout!” He winked.

“Jax, I swear…” Ragatha’s face was pulled into a scowl, but the fire she possessed proved her spirit to shine as bright as ever, “If you rigged my room with firecrackers and smoke bombs again, I am going to lose it.”

“What?” Jax exclaimed in false expiration, “Didn’t you hear me say that it was hypothetical, Dollface? You might wanna get your ears checked, because it seems I left one too many centipedes in your room to crawl into them at night.”

“Oh my lord, Jax stop. Just stop.” Ragatha squirmed to get her arms free from Gangle’s grasp and cover her ears while shutting her eyes, “You are tricking me into thinking that I can actually feel them in my head!”

“I just got her to calm down, Jaaaax!” Gangle whined, switching out her masks to frown properly.

Jax wanted to laugh, but the girl’s whining rang an alarm.

Why would Raggs need to calm down?

He had to be smart about this – the coldblooded snake couldn’t show that he cared, so asking about it was out of the question. He considered using his silence – that always got someone talking.

He raised an eyebrow for good measure.

To his luck, Gangle just knew, as she always did, “She’s feeling a little touch starved today.”

Ragatha opted to cover her face instead of her ears. Her cheeks were glowing red with embarrassment, and she groaned out Gangle’s name to shut the ribboniod up, but the damage was done. Zooble saw Jax perk up more than he probably should have, followed by him sinking into himself like he was dragging dead weight with him. He was struggling to maintain his composure, Zooble thought to themself, surprised that even they were able to read him so easily today.

Meanwhile Jax was suffering from the internal fire that just didn’t seem to leave him be today.

What dumb luck for him and his poor little dolly to be suffering the same fate. He consoled himself that the solution was at least easier for Raggs than it was for him. He had other issues that prevented him from getting the help he wanted. He only wanted his doll’s touch – but even then, he didn’t really want it, either. It felt a bit comforting to know that Ragatha was suffering alongside him, but it killed him that he couldn’t do anything about it!

If he were to indulge in her touch like he did a mere week before, he would probably want to skin himself by the end of it all. The whole situation was bizarre to begin with! It was rare that he craved touch so quickly after such an invasive encounter, but here he was. And there she was.

Even though he knew that they were so different, it hurt a little to think that his touch only satisfied her until now, before she felt near distressed with need again.

And it also hurt that Gangle could replace his touch so well.

It actually hurt a little more than he was willing to admit.

Someone’s eyes were burning into his face and it was enough to have him jump out of his own head, looking over his fellow circus mates to see who’s eyes it was. He was surprised to find his dolly’s eyes peeking through her fingers. When he looked to her, she didn’t avert her gaze, so he had a chance to get a read on her, only for the bunny to find something he didn’t expect.

Ragatha had that yearning look again.

She watched his face very closely, as she slowly lowered her hands from her face, never once glancing away. The doll was calling out to him – he knew she was! His core was invaded with butterflies as she entranced him with that look that she seemed to reserve for him alone. He fell in love with how she silently pleaded for him, only to realize that she was, in fact, silently pleading for him.

He blinked but didn’t stir otherwise, trying to uphold his careless façade.

‘What do you want?’ a single, swift scrunch of his face was all he needed for her to understand.

Ragatha blinked in turn, and after a moment of her tossing her gaze around in search for an answer, her eyes fixed on him… or rather… his legs. His thighs? ...His hips?

Jax wanted to be set ablaze with that thought alone, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubble up from his chest. He knew it was unlikely but the thought of Ragatha being vexed by his hips was a hilarious thought at the time.

When Ragatha’s face became adorned with confusion, he flashed her a cheeky smile and swung his hips playfully, if not a tad suggestive. Her eye widened to resemble a dinnerplate before the dam broke and she burst into explosive laughter. It was so sudden that Jax could only bend over and wheeze as Gangle squeaked in surprise.

“I’m sorry!” Ragatha squeezed out in apology to her, but with one look to Jax’s face, laughter erupted from her with a new vigor. As Jax sunk onto his hands and knees, it seemed that he couldn’t risk looking at the doll without laughing either. The situation left Gangle and Zooble glancing between the 2 in the utmost confusion, but they didn’t get the chance to ask anything.

“My, my! It’s sure is a jolly occasion we have here!” Caine’s voice boomed from above, suddenly floating in the space between Jax and Ragatha, “Care to share the joke, folks? The audience would be dying to know!”

“Oh, Caine, hey buddy!” Jax managed to say as he desperately tried to just breathe again, “Don’t- don’t worry about it-” Jax cut himself off with a something in between a whine and a suppressed giggle.

“Yes, it was all just-” Ragatha caught her laugh and offered a moment of silence, before trying to continue in a shaking voice, “Just a misunderstaNdInG.”

Laughter erupted again, though it was more of a chaotic jumble of wheezes and heavy breathing between the bunny and the doll. It was a challenge for Gangle and Zooble not to feel left out, but they found themselves smiling at their friends who were finally blowing off some steam.

For whatever reason they were unaware of…

The laughter eventually died down as Caine enthusiastically explained the adventure he had cooked up for the crew. When he disappeared in a cloud of smoke, the team reluctantly divided themselves into groups of 2, purely based on whomever wanted to team up. The only two who didn’t team up willingly, was Kinger and Pomni, who were the last two left after Gangle clung to Zooble and Jax slide beside Ragatha.

They were chummy before, right? Who better to be paired together than the 2 local nutjobs?

There was a brief commotion of protest and complaining, before the teams departed and split up to perform the silly tasks that were set out to complete the adventure, as Caine described. It wasn’t long before the silence between the bunny and the doll was broken by Jax right after they lost sight of the others.

“So, Dollface, I didn’t take you as the blunt and forward type of gal!” Jax wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “Unless it’s just ‘cause it’s me and I’m just too irresistible to be taken out to dinner first.”

“Oh, quiet you! I told you that it was a misunderstanding.” Ragatha blew him off, much to Jax’s dismay.

He pressed on with his signature grin fixed on his face, determined to understand, “You told Caine that. You didn’t tell me squat. So? Out with it! What were you looking at? Whattaya want, Doll?”

Ragatha sighed, much like a tired mother would, “It’s fine, Jax, it’s over now. We can leave it be.”

“Nuh uh, it ain’t over. We’re bringing it back, toots!” Jax dismissed her immediately.

But the doll didn’t seem to budge.

“You’d never be able to handle it! You’ll live with the eternal regret for even considering asking.”

Was that a challenge?

“Oh ho ho, darlin’…” Jax tone shifted to a menacing one, causing Ragatha to audibly gulp when he moved to stop her from walking on, looming over her, “You have no idea what you just started.”

She recovered quickly, thinking that Jax was messing around as he usually was, “Jax, we should forget it ever happened. I’m serious!”

“So am I.”

It turns out he was actually serious for once.

“What do you want, Ragatha?” Jax asked in an ominous tone, not giving the doll the chance to digest just how serious he was to use her full name.

It turns out was actually really, really serious for once.

“What does it matter?” the ragdoll breathed, hardly intimidated, yet greatly stunned.

“What do you mean ‘what does it matter?’” Jax shuffled closer to stand inches away, causing for the doll to crane her neck to look up at him, “When you beg for me with that pretty little eye of yours, what makes you think it wouldn’t matter?”

Ragatha felt the familiar rush of heat bite her cheeks as Jax blown pupils pinned her in place. His words could easily just be the words of the snake, but something within Ragatha’s depths wanted to believe that it was only the words of the man before her.

Her man.

 “If I tell you what I want, you have to deal with the regret of knowing by yourself.” Ragatha spoke with a calm, steady voice as she prepared for the moment to wither away with the diminished sound of her future confession, “Are we clear?”

“Crystal.” Jax murmured, not once breaking his gaze from her face.

Ragatha took a deep breath and looked him dead in the eyes, steeling herself for the disappointment to drag down his spirit. She took only a second longer to appreciate the churring sound of Jax’s teeth grinding within his mouth.

“Your hands.” Ragatha sighed in defeat, “I was looking at your hands.”

Jax didn’t stir or change his demeanor, silently processing the information, “My hands…”

Hands. What could she want with his hands?

Hands grab.

Hands carry.

Hands hold.

Hands touch…

Oh. Oh.

OH!

Realization must have washed over his face, because Ragatha allowed her head to fall forward in regret.

“Do you see now?” she asked with sorrow lacing her voice, “You regret knowing now.”

Jax was silent for a moment, only to softly speak up – almost to himself, “Do you know why I was late this morning?” a beat of silence, “I was dreaming about your hands too.”

Ragatha’s head flung itself up, to look at him in shock, but was met with the saddened expression of the bunny as he continued to speak, “In my dreams, I can’t get enough of them. I can’t get enough of your touch, Raggs.”

The doll’s eye started stinging with tears, but her face remained stuck in shock.

Jax wasn’t finished, “Seeing you enwrapped with Gangle makes me so happy, Raggs. I love seeing my girls take care of each other, but believe me when I tell you that I’m selfish enough to wish that you came to me instead – even if I can’t hold you like she can…”

The silence that followed, stretched a bridge between them.

The ragdoll blinked once before taking the chance to speak, “May I touch you right now? Please?”

More silence deafened them, but a lot was said in the looks they shared.

Jax sighed, bracing himself for the confusing tingles his doll tend to leave on his skin, “...Go on.”

Without knowing what to expect, Jax eyed the movements of her hands, only to see them fold into each other behind her back. The rabbit’s breath hitched as he saw the whole of Ragatha's body move closer to stand against his frame with her forehead resting right under his chin. He violently shivered when he felt the doll’s breath caress his upper chest.

His brain malfunctioned when he felt her soft, warm lips place a long, tender kiss on his sternum.

No itching. No tingles. No burning.

Fireworks.

He huffed out an aspirated breath and allowed his shaky hands to grab at her shoulders to keep her in place when he felt her hastily back away. He proceeded to wrap his arms around Ragatha and crush her against his body, as he did in his dreams, suffering the onslaught of firecrackers and sparks erupting from everywhere their bodies met. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and she could hear the thundering beats of his heart bashing to break free from its cage.

The sound that left his dolly’s mouth would haunt him for years to come and he couldn’t care less. For the first time since he was trapped in the Digital Circus, Jax was overwhelmed by the white-hot bliss of touch.

...Until it became all too much, all too soon.

And the dreaded itch crawled back into his skin, causing Jax to grab Ragatha’s shoulders again and harshly shove her back and away from him. The poor bunny was panting and trembling as he looked at Ragatha’s face in shock.

She was as frazzled as he was but she recovered quicker to tend to the poor, overstimulated bunny.

“I just want you to understand one thing.” Ragatha spoke between a few harsh breaths as she calmed down, “At times, I may need someone else's touch, but…”

Jax fought to focus his eyes on the woman before him – to indicate that she had his utmost attention, just before she blew all thoughts from his mind as she completed her sentence;

“I will always want you more than anything.”

She didn't need to say more, trusting that he understood her words perfectly.

Unlike a 'need', a 'want' can not be fulfilled.

Oasis: TADC AU list

Masterlist

[multifandomfix]

Imagine getting caught playing with Xena and Gabrielle's weapons.

You had been traveling with Xena and Gabrielle for only a few days, but it felt like a lifetime of adventure packed into each moment. The thrill of the journey, the constant motion, the way Xena's eyes sparkled in the heat of a battle, and the way Gabrielle's laughter lightened the mood during the darkest times. It all fascinated you.

One day, you found yourself alone in the campsite, a rare moment of peace as Xena and Gabrielle scouted ahead for something to eat. Your eyes drifted to the weapons they’d left behind, neatly laid out by the fire. Xena's chakram gleamed in the sunlight and Gabrielle's staff leaned against a tree, deceptively simple but powerful in her hands.

Curiosity got the better of you. Surely, there was no harm in just looking?

You picked up the chakram first, its weight surprising you. You turned it over in your hand, admiring the craftsmanship. You imagined the way Xena wielded it with such precision, and you couldn’t resist giving it a toss, trying to mimic her movements. It bounced off a large tree trunk and came back at you, narrowly missing your head. You winced. Quickly, you scooped it up off the ground where it had landed and placed it back where it was, as your heart slowed back to its usual rhythm.

Next, you turned to Gabrielle’s staff. It was smoother than you expected, the wood polished from use. You gripped it firmly and swung it experimentally, pretending you were defending against invisible attackers. It was lighter than you had expected, and for a moment, you felt a rush of exhilaration, like you were part of the team, fighting side by side with the warrior and the bard.

Lost in your imagination, you didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind you. It was only when you heard a low, amused chuckle that you froze, mid-swing. You turned slowly to see Xena standing there, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. Gabrielle was beside her, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Xena drawled, her voice sending shivers down your spine. She stepped closer, and you quickly put the staff behind your back, unaware of it sticking out over the top of your head. Your face burned with embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered. “I was just curious.”

Gabrielle stepped forward, her smile kind. “It’s alright. Everyone gets curious. But you have to be careful with these things. They’re not toys.”

You nodded, feeling thoroughly chastised and not a little foolish. Xena’s smirk softened into a more genuine smile. “You’ve got good instincts, though,” she said. “With some training, you might even be able to handle them properly.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

Gabrielle laughed softly. “If Xena says so, then yes. But it means you have to listen and learn. Are you up for it?”

You nodded eagerly, excitement bubbling up despite your earlier embarrassment. Xena gave a single nod of approval and you handed Gabrielle’s staff over to her, allowing her to demonstrate a few basic moves. When she handed it back to you, you followed her instructions. You were slow and clumsy to start, but with a few tries you were improving.

A while later you felt somewhat more equipped to handle yourself with the staff. You made eyes at Xena’s chakram, but she took notice and quickly shut the idea down before you could even voice it. “Oh no, not even Gabrielle can use the chakram. Stick with the easier stuff for now.” A little disappointed, you nodded. “One more round with the staff,” you asked Gabrielle.

“You’re on!”

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[thepiratefish]

!!!JRWI HEADCANNONS!!!

Mainly the entire riptide crew, but John n Caspian r mentioned :3

1: (Before the Black Sea) If it got really cold at night, Chip would go to the area where the rest of the crew sleeps and just sleep in a corner becuase their room dosent have any heaters so he sleeps their becuase he radiates heat.

2: Erals' wife was named Cherry, so wherever he goes he has a little badge with the picture of a cherry on it, he usually keeps it in his pocket.

3: Since some tritons can be born with tails, I like to think Jay crafted / designed gillion a robotic tail, It holds all his spare equipment +Including his shell.

4: Gryffon has a hard time sleeping, but ever since Queen joined the crew he's managed to sleep better becuase they play a soft tune before going to bed.

5: Alphonze would teach ollie how to steer the ship / take care of the ship before the Electradon attack.

6: Gillion is Platonic / romantic (your choice) partners with Caspian and John, and they all wear rings that represent the other two.

7: Drey and Fin are usually reading / painting when not helping with the ship and eventually Eral got wrapped into it but only cuz Fin convinced him to try it out.

8: Gryffons is really good at chess, He doesn't even know how to play, but he always managed to beat the others without breaking any of the rules (the only one he can't beat is pretzel).

9: The colorful cracks and scars Igneous has glow if he's embarrassed or excited. +Chips tattos heating up for the same thing.

10: Ollie wanted to have fire tattos like Chip, so Alphonze would occasionally find facepaint and paint Ollie's face with it so it looked like they also had fire tattos.

11: Igneous ends up being really good freinds with Alphonze.

12: Ollie has probably done a bunch of drawings of the crew and hung them up in his room / made a journal talking about their adventures.

13: When Igneous first meets Ollie (Ik theirs a chance they might not get out of the Black sea, but I am projecting). He thinks he's Chips kid because he looks like a miniture version of him and asks Chip if he was really going to propose to him without mentioning he has a kid. +Leading to funny shenanigans.

14: Alphonze and Gryffon act like the crews dads and the old men act like the grandparents, Queen is the Wine Aunt.

15: Jay becomes absolutely unhinged if she doesn't have coffee, Alphonze will never forget the day he felt Fear for the first time.