#CONFIRMED Ken Doll

[revenantghost]

MR. THE STAMPEDE, WHAT DID THIS EBAY SELLER DO TO YOU???

Also shout-out to this GRATUITOUS BUTT SHOT

[etherealdemon]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIDEN JEON!

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[day-night-darlix]

ok he’s not BAD he’s just boring. it’s like

“this barbie can stop your heart without touching you”

“this barbie is a killer acrobat”

“this barbie is a gunslinger that can manipulate metal”

“this barbie makes bombs of all sorts”

“this barbie is the mastermind with boats of trauma”

“he’s just ken”

EDIT: i love matthias and it is not DEROGATORY. it’s a good thing that he’s not quite as insane as the rest of the crows. and comparing him to ken is complimentary and accurate since ken is smart and a really capable guy that decides to dedicate himself to barbie (for matthias, nina) according to the barbie movies. he’s a great character and i also love him, this is a positive post, please stop getting mad

Someone who didn’t realise I was in earshot: I hate Matthias and I think his redemption arc was stupid because he was evil and he should never have been with Nina because he was prejudiced towards her

Me, pulling a portable projector from my bag and ushering everyone in the vicinity into chairs that just materialised from nowhere as I start handing round a syllabus and producing a binder full of notes: Well, actually -

[samwinchestersgirl83]

So, Jared confirmed he is going to be in The Boys today at Orlando Con in Florida. So you know what this means, right?

Erik Kripke - you wincest freak - you better give us them boys getting it on, on screen now. You played with us. You gave us meaning and ✨validation✨ when you made those freaky brothers soulmates in heaven. Now give us the goods. You grab them like 2 Ken dolls and make them fuck kiss, okay? Okay.

[noodle-is-unstable]

The Hunt

All of my writing is completely Gender Neutral Reader. There is no reference to gendered body parts (Imaging a Ken Doll if you will). Due to this I use more vague language, and nothing is as specific or specified. Please be advised this writing style isn't for everyone and it is okay to skip.

Ft ~ Ryomen Sukuna x GN!Reader Kink ~ Primal Play Synopsis ~ Sukuna has a wild side, so when you invite him to indulge in it, he really lets loose Content Warning ~ 18+, Smut, rough sex, monster cocks, biting, claiming, possessive behavior, scratching, outdoors, fingering, Idk Adult Content.

4.6K Words, I don't proof read

Based off this SMAU

Where are you?  Why are you not in your room?

You squint at the message on your screen. You weren’t sure you were reading it correctly even.  Why was Sukuna looking for you, and in your room no less.  It was  perplexing but there was an aura about the message you couldn’t quite place.  Aggression?  No, it was more than that.  Desperation?  No, it wasn’t that either.  It lived somewhere in between the two.  Then it hit you.  Lust.  But why you?  Why now?  Sukuna had concubines in spades, if all he had was lust.  Though the motive still puzzled you, the one thing you could guarantee was that this was some form of lust and need.  You weren’t stupid.  You always noticed that Sukuna had a fondness for you.  Always seeking you out for some reason or another.   He'd show up while you were working to have a battle of sass.  The way he would somehow always be looming, at least one cheek eye on you. The way you sassed him and always bit back intrigued him.  Not once did you bow to him, even when he threatened to take your head.  You simply raised your chin to give him a better sight on where to cut.  You refused to call him Lord, King or anything but Sukuna.  He lived for the fight you brought him.  Never submitting to him.  Today, all of that would change. 

Keeping tabs on me now?

Why are you in my room?

Neither questions really needed to be answered, the second you hit send you took off.  Your legs carried you at an almost inhumane pace into the forest behind the estate.  Even with a head start Sukuna was faster than you.  Stall him.  You had to stall him, buy yourself precious seconds.  You felt like a mere rabbit, and Sukuna was an apex predator.  You didn’t stand much of a chance once he found you so it was simply delaying the inevitable.

It’s not your place to ask questions.  I’ll give you one opportunity, come to my chambers and I’ll be gentle

Heat coursed through your body at the message.  Your suspicions were confirmed.  Sukuna was finally taking what he wanted.  All the playful pushing, all that time spent trying to make him break, to make him take you, it was finally here.

And if I don’t?

You sent, legs still moving as fast as you could.  Your lungs burned as you sprinted. Jumping and ducking branches.  Scrapes and scratches began to cover your skin the further into the dense forest you went.

I’ll hunt you down

You paused to read Sukuna’s text.  Was your heart beating so rapidly from running or him?  This was something you’ve been wanting for so long.  A dream.  Yet here you were, in the forest, this message in your hand.  Through labored breaths you began to type.

That’s what I figured

I’ve been running since your first message

Dead.  You were about to be so dead.  Ruined, ravished, ripped apart, but damn it, you couldn’t wait.  Even taking this moment to breath and relish in the anticipation was dangerous. You were wasting precious seconds.

What a sly minx

I’m going to destroy you when I catch you

Heat went straight to your core at his words.  You were sure he would, in fact you were hoping for it.

That was the plan

Let the hunt begin 💖

You sent off a final text before beginning to run again.  It was small, but it was your way of giving Sukuna consent to do as he pleased with you once he found you.  No matter how far your head start was though, he was going to find you.  Like thunder you heard cracking behind you.  That bastard was dismantling the forest, with you in it.  Was he trying to kill you?  No, he knew you were strong.  This was just a part of his game, to see if you were truly worthy.  Winds like a cyclone whipped past you, cuts appearing over your body, shredding your clothing at the same time.  You never stopped running.  Even as the forest fell, even as the thundering cracks grew closer, you kept running.  That was until you felt it, a full force dismantle coming your way.  Diving for the forest floor, you stared up as trees practically disappeared to dust.  He would have shredded you into oblivion if you didn’t dive, but he didn’t, because you’re you.

“Son of a bitch.” You mumbled, breathing heavily.

“You called?” Sukuna's face appeared above you, cocky and devilish smirk.  No, not yet.  You weren’t ready to be caught yet.  You knew you’d pay for it later, but for now, you did the only thing you could think of.  Bending almost in half, your legs wrapped around Sukuna’s neck.  All four eyes went wide as his neck sat between your thighs.  With all the force you  could muster, you brought your legs back down, throwing him over you and slamming him into the ground.  You didn’t have time to apologize, managing to scramble away in his stunned state.  Risking a quick glance back as you ran, you saw him sitting up.  He was smiling.  Watching you run with a hunger he has never felt before.  As much as you both wanted each other, there was one truth you both knew.  The thrill of the hunt was just as alluring as the catch.  

There was no point in running through a forest that was as flat as a prairie now.  You continued sprinting but it was more aimless now.  There was no cover or places to hide.  You were completely exposed and in the open.  You may be strong but in a fight of raw power against Sukuna you’d lose.  Your running came to a halt as you stood before a cliff's edge.  The ocean beating against the rocky wall.  

“Nowhere left to run.” Sukuna’s voice was a low rumble.  You knew when you were bested but this wasn't it.  Not yet. You weren't done yet.

“Guess so.” You shrug, turning to him, but your smile gave it away.  His eyes narrowed as you took a step back, letting yourself fall from the cliff.  Only you didn’t, not fully at least.  You managed to twist your body mid air and grab on just below the ledge.  Holding your breath a shadow eclipsed the sun.  Sukuna had dived off the cliff after you.  A smile fell on your lips as your eyes met, his face contorting as he realized what just happened.  You wasted no time, clamoring back up the cliff and taking off running again.  An echoing splash sound coming from behind you.  There was nowhere left to run.  Your options were going for a swim, back to the estate, or back to the cleared forest.  Sukuna and his four arms had an unfair advantage in the water.  You weren’t willing to put those at the estate in danger of Sukuna’s warpath.  That only left the flattened forest.  He was going to catch up.  There was nowhere left to run, no more tricks to be had.  Even knowing you were done for you kept running.  What was the fun in just giving up?  The hunt was just as alluring as the catch after all.

It was like there was fire in your lungs as you sprinted.  Your heart was pounding in your chest, soon it would all be over.  The chase would be done.  All this running and fighting would be for not.  Still, you’d get your long awaited reward in the end.  Then you felt it.  Rain.  Only there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky.  A wet hand wrapped around the back of your neck.  Tripping over the sudden pressure to your upper body you landed face down into the mossy ground.  A wet knee dug into your back, pressing you further down into the forest floor.

“Got you minx.” Sukuna growled into your ear.  His soaked body had cool water droplets falling onto your searing hot skin.  Sure, you could wiggle, scratch or thrash but you weren’t getting out of this.  You knew when you were  bested.

“Yeah?  So what now?” You asked, doing your best to look back at him.  For only a moment his hungry expression faded to something softer.

“That’s up to you.” He almost sighed, all four eyes searching for any form of confirmation to continue.  You wondered if he was this soft with everyone, even if he had your face pressed into the dirt.

“You caught me, didn’t you?  Take whatever prize you see fitting.” You gave a choked smile.

“Even if that prize is you?” Sukuna leaned down, placing his face on the ground beside you to completely meet your gaze.  The soft shade of green from the moss made his eyes seem all the more red.  His hair was soaked, dripping and being absorbed into the ground.  The weight of his knee and the grip on the back of your neck lessened.  In fact he removed both.  He swallowed hard as he waited for an answer and you realized what was happening.  Sukuna was giving you a chance to escape.  It was more than that though.  All of this was.  This entire thing was more than just hungered lust.  Even his question, ��even if the prize is you?’, it wasn’t about sex.  This was more than that.

“You can run if you wish.  I won’t chase you anymore.” Sukuna looked away from you, his words sounding broken.  You had taken too long to respond, too engrossed in your own thoughts.  You reached out, cupping his cheek in your hand.  His eyes snapped back to yours.  This scenario was ridiculous.  Both of you face down in the mossy dirt, the smell of forest and plant decay in the air.  The King of Curses face down, ass up just to meet your gaze.

“If I ran, I’d want you to chase me.” You watched as his eyes darted between yours, trying to see if your words were true.  “So if you want your prize, you probably shouldn’t let it go.” You leaned in, giving his nose a kiss before jumping back and running again.  You turned back to see him smiling like a love struck maniac.  He didn’t move, he was just watching you in awe.  Even if you wanted to be caught, to be taken, to be used, you weren’t going to make it easy on him.  Perhaps that’s why he longed for you so badly.  Unlike anyone he had ever known, in his past life and this one.  Your soul was special, you were special.  You and you alone were worthy to be called his, to be claimed by him.

Your body suddenly halted when you were once again tackled to the ground.  You were turned on your back this time though.  A hand caged your neck to the ground, it wasn't squeezing or pressing, it was simply there to prevent your head from moving.  Another hand pinned your wrists above your head, the other two beside your shoulders, not allowing them to move.  Sukuna was straddling you, knees pressed firmly to your hips.  You were in a human cage, immobilized and unable to escape.

You both sat frozen, panting and taking in the moment.  Sukuna was still wet from his swim, cold drops of water leaving goosebumps on your skin.  Sukuna’s breath came out as steam in the cooling air.  Sunset.  Had you really been running from him for this long?  Even in the dimming light you could see the dark hunger in his eyes.  Still he was holding back.  What was he waiting for?  Seconds that felt like minutes past and he hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Take your prize Ryomen.” A guttural growl escaped his lips, his eyes getting impossibly darker.

“Say it again.” His voice was strained, like he was trying to hold back what little sanity he had left.  “Say my name again.” His grip around your neck tightened.  One word, and it would drive him to the edge.  One word to push him to the brink of insanity.  You, saying his name.  That wasn’t good enough though.  You didn’t want him on the edge, you wanted him to snap, to completely lose it.

“Come on.  If you want me, then take me and claim me, Ryo.” The nickname rolled off your tongue like a siren song.  The second the last syllable fell from your lips you felt a sharp pain on your shoulder.  Teeth.  Sukuna sunk his teeth into your  shoulder, hard enough to puncture the skin.  A choked gasp escaped your throat at the sudden sensation.  His tongue was flicking around the indents where his teeth sat, lapping up the blood that was coming from you. 

“Mine.” Sukuna managed to snarl out as he pulled away, admiring his work.  You could feel the warm blood spilling from that spot, a stark contrast to the cold forest floor.  He began to move his hand to hover above the area.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You hissed at him.  He was going to heal it, seal off the beautiful mark he had just given you.  A smile fell on his lips as his eyes met yours once again.

“This is why you are worthy to be my prize.” Sukuna purred, his grip on your neck tightened, pulling you up to meet his lips.  Warm.  That was your first thought when your lips connected.  Even though he was cold from the water his lips were warm.  Tingling like lightning where your lips connected.  Soft, warm, welcoming, comforting.  The kiss wasn’t needy or rushed, but passionate.  His hand moved to cradle the back of your head, freeing your airways and deepening the kiss.  A light nibble to your bottom lip, his tongue finding its way into your mouth.  He tasted like smoked honey, a slight hint of iron lingering from the blood he licked earlier.  Intoxicating.  Being this close to him, being this intimate with him, him.  He was intoxicating.  You felt like you were floating.  More.  You needed more.  Nails dug into the hand that trapped your wrists.  Your back arched, pathetic whimpers swallowed by Sukuna.  The way you squirmed had him going crazy, no, more than crazy.  He was going feral.  Your scent, your taste, knowing his mark was on you, it had him losing his sense of reality.  His lips moved from yours to leave wet kisses along your jaw.  Nipping at the skin as he went.  He made his way down your neck, only pausing to leave a soft kiss on the deep mark he had made.

He laid your head back down, moving his hand to your torn shirt.  He didn’t hesitate for a moment, ripping the fabric off to leave your torso exposed to him.  All four eyes were darting around your body, taking in every detail, committing it to memory.  Sharp nails dragged down from the base of your neck to your sternum, a red trail left in their wake.  A choked gasp escaped your lips as Sukuna latched onto one of your nipples.  His fingers pinched and pulled the other.  Whining mewls rolled off your tongue, desperately arching your back.  You weren’t sure if you were trying to push into him more or escape his grasp, all you knew was your body was reacting to his every move.  His teeth scraped against you, gently tugging and sucking as his tongue flicked.  His fingers made sure to give your other nipple equal attention.  Pulling, rolling and pinching it, sharp nails digging in.  You couldn’t keep focus, eyes rolling back and needy whimpers floating through the air.  You were so engrossed by the feeling you hadn’t noticed the hand that was beside your head moved.  It was only when you felt cold air on your legs you realized.  He had shredded the last remaining bit of clothing you had on.

There you laid, on the forest floor, sticks and rocks poking into you, completely naked.  Sukuna had removed his mouth from you, eyes taking in everything you had to offer.  He was at a loss for words, an image better than he had dreamed.  Every concubine he pretended was you.  Every wasted load of cum in his fist to the thought of you.  Nothing compared to the actual sight.  He couldn’t have dreamed of such perfection.  He was going to ruin you.

His hand freed your wrists, moving to cage your neck in place once again.  You watched as he moved a hand to his mouth.

“What are you-” You were cut off when he squeezed your neck, literally stopping the words in your throat.  

“I don’t need to cut your insides up in an attempt to prepare you.” Sukuna scoffed.  Your brows furrowed as you watched him.  He was biting the nails short on one hand.  

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” Sukuna was dead serious. He always had at least one eye on your face to gauge your reactions.

“Stop treating me like I’m fragile.” You reached over, grabbing the front of his robe to pull his face to yours.  “I don’t break so easily.” Sukuna let out a guttural groan.

“Let’s test that then, shall we?” He held his hand with the shortened fingernails to your mouth.  You happily let them in, coating the middle and ring finger with spit.  Your eyes never left his as you swirled your tongue around and sucked his fingers.  Pure lust and need glossed his crimson eyes, watching you with a hunger that only taking you could satisfy.  He removed his fingers from your mouth, a thick spit trail following.  Sukuna sucked your drool off his fingers, quickly replacing it with his own.

“Sweeter than candy.” He purred, licking his lips.  His words had your heart pounding.  Sukuna repositioned himself between your legs.  Moving the hand that sat around your throat he hooked it under your leg, pressing your knee to your chest.  His drool covered fingers circled your entrance.  He was barely touching you but you were already shivering and whimpering.  Slowly he pushed a finger in.  Just a single finger had you stretching, had you feeling beyond full.  You gasped, back arching, your eyes rolling back.

“Don’t pass out yet Minx, we’re just getting started.” True to Sukuna’s nature, he was sadistic.  A second finger was plunged into you.  For a moment you saw white.  It was so much, so good.  

“You’re right, you don’t break easily.  I’d expect nothing less from my Minx.” Sukuna began to pump his fingers in and out of you.  “My prize.” His fingers slammed into you harder.  “Mine.” His pace picked up.  You were seeing white in your vision.  Your body tensed, a knot forming in your throat as Sukuna ruined you on his fingers.  “Mine, my minx, only mine, all mine.” He growled.  He laid his body into you, pushing your leg down further.  You let out a pleasure filled wail as Sukuna sunk his teeth into your other shoulder.  Fingers laced into his hair, roughly pulling at the roots as you came.  His fingers slowed but his bite sunk in more.  You could feel his mouth vibrating, as the ringing in your ears faded you heard him chanting ‘mine’.  A second, deep puncture mark.  Warm blood trickling out.  As Sukuna’s teeth sat in your shoulder you looked to the sky.  It was dark now.  Stars dancing overhead, twinkling down on you both.  His.  All his.  You wondered if these were the same stars Sukuna saw in the Heian Era.  Your grip on his hair softened as you came down from your climax.  Soothing circles massaged into his scalp instead.  His fingers were still lazily thrusting and curling into you.

A pitiful whimper left your lips when he pulled his fingers from you.  Empty, you felt so empty.  The feeling only grew when he released his bite too.  Matching marks on either shoulders.  Deep, harsh imprints of his teeth.  Watching as Sukuna began to undid his robes, you may have felt empty now, but you’d be full soon.  Your jaw dropped with his robe.  A god in the flesh, a fallen angel, a dream.  Large, toned muscles all over his body, flexing with his every movement.  Your eyes traced down his abs until you saw teeth.  A large smiling mouth on his abdomen.  Following his happy trail down stood two cocks.  Both swollen, trying to stand tall but sagging from the sheer weight of them.  You were going to die, but damn what a way to go.

Sukuna leaned back over you, two hands by your head, the other two digging into your hips.  One of his monstrous tips poked at your entrance, the other dragging along the curve of your ass.  Sukuna moved so his forearm sat in front of your mouth.

“Bite.  This’ll hurt.” Sukuna instructed you.  You simply stared at him like he was crazy.  You weren’t about to bite his forearm.  When you pushed his arm to the side he looked at you confused.

“You marked me, it’s only fair I do the same.” Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you.  Once he was almost flush to your body, you placed your mouth on his shoulder.  Precum leaking from his tip, coating your entrance as he waited.

“Ready?” Sukuna whispered in your ear once he felt your teeth on his skin.

“Mhm.” You mumbled against his flesh.  He slowly began to press in.  As he entered you, your teeth sunk into him more. The further he pushed, the harder you bit.  The stretch from his cock was nearly unbearable, truly a monster of an appendage.  You snarled as your teeth dug deeper into him, the iron taste of blood filling your mouth.  Sukuna was letting out guttural grunts in your ear as he continued to stretch you.  Your nails raked down his back as you tried to contain his cock. You were going to die. This monster of a man was going to be the death of you.  Then you felt it, his hips flush to your ass.  Did you really take him in his entirety or had you blacked out, died or dreamt this.

“No one has taken me fully before.” Sukuna’s breathy voice pulled you back to the present.  He seemed to be just as shocked and dazed as you were.  Coming back to reality you removed your teeth from his shoulder.  You let your head fall just below his.  Sukuna brought a hand to your face and swiped his thumb over your cheek, a cold, wet sensation followed behind it.  You didn’t even realize that tears had spilled over.

“My Minx.” Sukuna whispered, licking the tear off his thumb.  The pained, stretched feeling slowly faded.  You still felt full, absolutely stuffed, but it didn’t hurt as much.

“Ryomen.” Your body trembled around him.  He looked at you with a pleased smile.

“My name sounds so good falling from your lips Minx.” Sukuna purred, kissing your tear stained cheeks with glee.

“Still not broken.  So why don’t you fuck me until your name is the only word I can scream.” You could feel Sukuna’s cock twitch in you.  Such filthy words, such a masochist, his perfect being.  Two arms wrapped around the top of your head, the other two death gripping your hips.  He would make you regret those words.  The second he had you locked in place he began a hellish pace.  Fast, skull rattling, hard, rough.  He'd pull almost completely out before slamming into you again, his firm grip forcing you in place.  Rocks and sticks from the forest floor dug into you as Sukuna pounded you stupid.  The way his cock dragged and hammered into your sweet spot with every thrust had you seeing spots.  Tongue hanging from your mouth, your braincells being forcefully fucked out of you.  You were going dumb, absolutely braided on his brutish cock.  Cumming, cumming, cumming, you had to cum.  It was so much.  Your body began to convulse, your vision going white.

“Say my name.” Sukuna growled into your ringing ears.  “Scream my name when you cum.” He demanded.  Of course, you obliged.

“Ryomen!  Ryo!  F-Fuck!” You cried out,  tears spilling from your eyes, broken cries and overstimulated whimpers. Your ears rang, a floating feeling of pure bliss.  Sukuna then stopped all movement, this was somehow more painful than him stretching you.  Words escaped you as you whimpered and whined, back arching, trying to get some form of friction.

“Not done yet.”  Sukuna grunted.  Even in your dazed state you understood.  He stopped so he wouldn’t cum.  He didn’t want it to end yet.  You couldn’t muster words, but you gently cupped his face and gave him a nod.  More.  You wanted everything and anything Sukuna had to offer.

“You were made for me, Minx.  My precious Minx.” Sukuna cooed.  Your brows furrowed when you felt him pull out.  So beyond empty.  Like your soul was snatched from your body.  The look you gave him almost broke his heart.  A look of pure betrayal, a look like he abandoned you.

“Don’t you think the other cock deserves a feel?” Sukuna chuckled at your outraged expression.  You softened your scowl when you learned of what he was doing.  “So needy.  Don’t worry, I’ll stuff you full again.” He smirked.  The cock that was once in you fell onto your stomach.  It was heavy, damp and warm.  The one that was rubbing against your ass was now pushing its way inside of your stretched hole.  Though the stretch wasn’t as painful this time, it still knocked the breath out of your lungs.  Stretched beyond repair, stretched to the shape of him, fitted perfectly to him.  His hips, flush with your ass once again.  There was no warning this time.  The hands that once caged your hips now pressed your knees to your face.  Sukuna forced you into the deepest mating press of your life.  His hips snapped erratically, there was no rhythm this time, just a carnal need to feel you around him.  A need to chase his climax and feel you cum around him.  You were still sensitive from your last orgasm.  In this position his cock was constantly pressing against and abusing your sweet spot.  You weren’t going to last, You couldn’t last.  Every thrust hit the oxygen out of your lungs, choked out mewls and moans echoing in the air.  He was close.  He just needed to feel you pulsate around him with your own climax.  He needed to hear you say it.  He needed to hear you cry out his name.  Your eyes rolled back, overstimulated tears spilling from your eyes, your breath catching in your throat.

“R-Ryo.  Ryomen.” You choked out, your body completely constricting around him, attempting to milk him dry.  The squeezing sent him over the edge, cum filling you while the cock that was on your stomach came all over your torso and face.  You were painted white, inside and out.  The moment your climax ended, your body went limp.  Drained of everything you possibly had to offer.  So, so full.  Full of his seed and his softening cock.  Sukuna slowly released you from the mating press. Sukuna slowly lifted you to his chest, soft cock keeping warm in your core.  You sat on his lap and he held you to him.

“My precious Minx.” He placed a kiss on your temple, soft and lingering.  Then his robe wrapped around you.  Resting against his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat.  You could barely keep your eyes open but you could see it, the soft yellow glow over the horizon.  Sunrise.  You had been out all night.  You were tired.  So tired, and Sukuna’s embrace was so comforting.  He stood up, keeping you wrapped in his arms and robe.

“Come Minx, I’ll get you cleaned up before we go to my chambers to rest.” His voice was soft and soothing.  Another kiss was placed on the crown of your head before he began to walk.

About the Kink: Primal Play is a form of sexual activity in which partners leave behind the more “rational” or “logical” sides of themselves and tap into their animal instincts. This might involve animal role play, grunting, snarling, or other animal-like noises. Not all primal play is non-verbal, but it often is. How to Practice the Kink Safely:

With any kink it's important to have a safe word, action and sound. The action is in case it's not possible to be verbal. The sound is incase it's not possible to make words or move. Pick something easy to remember and wouldn't come up naturally. Eg. Red, 3 fast taps, 3 repeating grunts

Consent is key in this roleplay. Consent can be taken away at any time and its important to check in to make sure both parties are still eager and willing participants. Boundaries should be discussed beforehand. Things like how hard is it okay to bite, is scratching okay, and how rough is it okay to be. Practicing bite strength on sensitive areas like the inner thigh or wrist will give a general idea. Remember to use safe words or actions if things escalate beyond comfort. With things like biting and scratching if the skin is broken medical attention may be needed. Human bites are extremely germ filled and should be cleaned thoroughly. Medical intervention may be needed if the area begins to show sign of infection.

[so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site]

obligatory "Back in my day, we shipped characters that never even MET." With no expectation of canon either.

i feel like all fandom spaces would improve dramatically if more people learned how to enjoy non-canon ships which were never written as romantic without acting entitled to official validation or throwing a hissy fit over not getting something that they were never promised

[shadowsndaisies]

hangman meets 'thena

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: word is, there's a new pilot on board carrier air wing nine, and she flies for the VFA-14, the Tophatters.

main masterlist

athena-verse master post

a/n: the highly requested hangman and athena meet blurb, let me know what else you'd like to see from this universe, especially things that exist outside the storyline. or even if you just want more of certain characters. This serves as a precursory understanding to Jake and Athena, it probably doesn't answer every question about them, but it might help you see their foundation a bit better. but special shoutout to @djs8891 @tgmreader @rory-cakes and @fanreader75 for asking specifically about hangman and athenas dynamic (mentions at the end as well)

You’d heard of him, everyone active had. The only active aviator with a confirmed kill, never mind that your dad had two.

Hangman was exactly what you expected if you were honest.

Phoenix, who had taken an instant liking to you as soon as you’d been reassigned to the Tophatters, had filled you in on all the Lemoore gossip. Phoenix flew with the VFA-41, the Black Aces, also based out of Lemoore, and in fact, on the same carrier as you, Commander, Carrier Air Wing Nine. Her first order of business was getting you caught up on the carrier, that included learning the players, and while she was happy to introduce you to different Naval officers, the only one she warned against was Hangman.

Someone really should have told her that at your core, you were your father’s daughter.

Let it be known, you did not go looking for him. He appeared in all his Ken Doll Aviator glory as you were doing a morning check on your F/A 18E. Apparently he also flew an F/A 18E, ‘Nix on the other hand had an F/A 18F, as she normally flew with a WSO.

He approached, full of cocky attitude, and maybe it was all the years being raised by both Ice and Mav, but when he spoke it was like you could understand him just as fluently as you did with them. You could see where Nat was coming from with “honestly, Athena, Hangman in two words? Texan Douchewad.”

“Well, Howdy, darlin’, scuttlebutt was that there was a new girl on board, glad to meet you, name’s Hangman,” was his introduction.

You couldn’t help the smirk when he said girl, “Isn’t the hallmark of a proper southern boy, that he’s, well, proper?” you shoot back, eye brow quirked. “I’m a woman, not a girl.”

It was fun, watching the way his smirk melted, how his brow furrowed, as he tried to catch up.

“You-”

“Phoenix gave me a run down, but to be honest, I’ve always preferred forming my own perceptions,” you shrug, as you continue your check.

As you brush past him, you aren’t surprised to hear him following after you. “Ah, so my reputation precedes me then?” he muses, and you can see the way he uses his charm and humor to cover, a shield of bravado, too bad he didn’t realize you were raised by bravado.

“Not exactly, though I did see your plaque at Top Gun, to be fair, I saw Phoenix’s too,” you shrug again.

“So you’re the fresh blood, huh?” he prompts, and finally you turn and smile at him.

“I guess fresh blood is better than being called new girl. Name’s Athena, you’d do well to use it,” you tell him, smile in place.

“Athena? As in th4e Greek goddess of war and wisdom?” he asks, brows furrowed down.

“That’s the one,” you nod, moving to check the landing gear.

“Athena as in, the Naval Aviator who climbed through the ranks and had two separate stations before she went to Top Gun?” he follows up and you turn.

You turn to face Hangman, and now your brows are pulled, “How’d you know that?”

“I keep tabs on things that pique my interest,” he shrugs, and your lip curls on the end. “Rumor was you had Admirals arguing over who got you under their command…”

“Nice to meet you Hangman,” you decide finally, climbing back from under the plane, and offering him your hand.

“Pleasure’s mine, Miss Athena,” he smirks back. “It true your old man flew too?” he tacks the question on as he shakes your hand.

You can see it in his eyes, nepotism, you know it’s where is brain’s gone. It’s like you couldn’t escape it, everyone assumed that’s how you got as far as you have, as quick as you have. They were wrong.

“Yeah, mostly f-14s though, nothing with the juice of my baby,” you straight up lie, so what if your dad was still flying? So what if he was probably flying f/a-18s or something experimental? No one but you needed the specifics, and you’re pretty sure it wouldn’t help you fight against the nepo-baby claims. Too bad no one realized how much of a detriment being attached to Maverick actually was. It made most of the higher ups uneasy about taking you on, unsure if you’d inherited your father’s need for speed and reckless streak, you had, but you were just better than him at keeping it in check, if Ice taught you anything, it was that — “ice cold, kiddo, no mistakes.”

“Must’ve been nice, having a leg up like that,” he’s still smiling as he talks down at you.

You match his smile and catch the flicker of confusion in his eyes as you walk up closer to him. “It was, see, it prepared me for a lifetime of dealing with cocky naval aviators and their inflated sense of bubble wrap bravado.”

“That all?” he presses, staring down at you, the two of you now face to face, staring hard at each other, but you caught the little twitch of his eye at your term.

“No,” you smirk before turning and walking away, “but I’ve got a hop to prep for, see you around Hangman.”

…

He finds you in the Mess later that day. You’d just returned from morning drills with your squad, and was eating with Phoenix.

“Ladies,” he greets, setting his own tray down in the seat opposite you.

“And I’ve officially lost my appetite,” Phoenix decided, standing up. “Athena, I’ll catch you later, I’d say it’s nice to see you, Bagman, but we know better,” she states, grabbing her tray, patting your shoulder and walking away.

“You sure know how to clear a room, Hangman,” you note, eyes flicking to Phoenix over Hangman’s shoulder, Nat was clearing her tray and pauses to look back and roll her eyes dramatically as she looks at Hangman’s back.

Your lip twitches and you lift your glass of water to cover up the smile threatening to split your lips.

“Bubble wrap bravado,” Hangman repeats back to you, echoing your statement from yesterday.

“What about it?” you challenge.

“Explain it to me,” it’s not a question, not in how it’s phrased, but you understand that he is asking.

“Protective to an extent, easier to pop than you think, so long as you apply the pressure properly. Problem is, everyone knows when it does, it’s usually a bit loud,” you explain, and he seems so incredibly focused on you.

You didn’t mind the hyper-focus though, you’d coined the term a long time ago. It had originally been for a different boy, one with a temper, but who you’d watched grow up. Ice had thought it an apt descriptor, he’d even taken it to describe a few officer’s he’d interacted with over the years.

“Hmm,” he hums, eyes glued to yours.

“You disagree?” you ask.

“No. I think you hit it on the head,” he admits and your lips curl up just the slightest bit, at least he seemed honest… cock sure and stubborn too, but honest.

“A naval aviator for a father was a lot of things, Hangman,” you admit, hesitating for a moment, deciding how much you wanted to say. “It was limited time, and firm goodbyes. It was getting behind a yoke for the first time when I was 12. It was learning ranks at the same time I was learning how to do multiplication,” you say, and you study how his expression changed which each revelation. “Having a Naval Aviator for a father might have given me a home field advantage, but that’s all it did. The rest, the wings, the assignments, I earned those,” you tell him seriously.

“Sure you did,” he nods along condescendingly, but his eyes betray his curiosity, and for now, that was enough for you.

You smile again at him, though this time it is a bit sour. “You don’t believe me, that’s fine, fair even, to be skeptical. But you should know, you’re gonna eat crow when you realize how wrong you were,” you tell him seriously, before standing up with your plate and glass, and walking away.

…

You get your chance to prove him wrong just a few days later when the Tophatters get assigned to a drill with both of the other squadrons on board the carrier, the Black Aces, and the Vigilantes. Meaning both Nat and Jake are in the air with you.

After is the first time Jake looks at you with something other than cocky contempt. As if seeing you fly up close resolved some of his concerns, but there’s still something there. He was waiting for the other shoe, too bad no one told him that you’d had both feet firmly on the ground since you signed your life to the Unites States Naval Services.

You get paired with him about a month and a half later for a cover assignment for an emergency evac of a SEAL team.

Normally assignments were set within squads, but it was an emergency evac and the carrier was docked. You and Jake had been the closest to the carrier at the time who were qualified, and so you were the two who were sent off. You flew south into South America, and while a lot of the details were later labeled as redacted, Jake never questioned your ability after. Nor should he. You saved his life.

He did however decide that meant you were friends, much to the immense annoyance of one Natasha Trace.

Considering the entire mission had been classified and redacted, you weren’t able to explain a lot of it to her, but when Jake started choosing his words a little more carefully she did her best not to start anything either. When he started sitting with you in the mess, she eyed him carefully. And when he started following you around in any downtime that lined up, she kept her mouth shut.

She found a new case study in the two of you, the outward and obvious differences between Hangman with Athena, and Hangman without. Her eyes jumping from how easily you let your guard down with him, and how utterly soft Hangman could be when he thought no one was paying attention.

Natasha, to her credit, had tried, desperately tried, to get more information out of you regarding your budding friendship, but all you would ever offer was a simple, “people tend to be more complex than what meets the eye, ‘Nix, I’m proof of that. So is he, and so are you.”

She decided then and there, you had way too much tact and patience, and maybe, just maybe, that was what Hangman needed.

...

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[nquesoxlies]

Both bestie boos and bucktommy fans won't shut up about the interviews by bestie "journalists" and are relentlessly analysing everything that tim and oliver has ever said. Bestie boos keep saying that eddie is "haunting the narrative", that "his name was mentioned 15 times so blah blah", that "gay eddie is confirmed" and "bxddie cAnON TRUST".

But I find it interesting that no one is talking about Ryan.

People keep acting like bxddie and gay eddie are basically "guaranteed" at this point, but please do not forget that they cannot do bxddie without Ryan.

Ryan has stated numerous times in MULTIPLE interviews over the past 4 months that eddie is straight and that he WANTS to play eddie as straight. He's said that he values showing friendships between queer men and straight men, because those relationships are important and deserve to be shown on tv.

And if Ryan doesn't want eddie to be gay, it won't happen. Period. Bestie boos can talk about the characters like they own them and slam their ken dolls faces together while yelling "kiss" and "bxddie canon", but the ACTUAL ACTORS that play the ACTUAL TV CHARACTERS have to AGREE to that storyline.

It's really easy for bestie boos to say all these things about gay eddie and pretend that eddie is 'sitting alone in Texas, staring longingly at a picture of buck, gently caressing the image whilst a tear runs down his cheek', when we haven't ACTUALLY seen him yet. (also i highly doubt he's thinking about his best friend while he's trying to fix his fucked up relationship with his traumatised son).

(side thought, but i find it interesting that they decided address this storyline in the first episode that Eddie (and Ryan) are not in and therefore, Ryan will not be doing press for. Because (in my opinion) it seems like he's completely over bxddie and questions about bxddie and therefore, is most likely to completely shut it down for good).

Can Ryan change his mind? of course he can. Based on what i've seen, it's unlikely that he will but who knows?

However, right now with all this bullshit about interviews and "tim said this" and "oliver said that"; do not forget that bxddie CANNOT happen without Ryan.

thank you for coming to my ted talk (aka my unhinged 1am rambling)

Thank you Annie!!! It is amazing that when it comes to that ship, the fans basically tell Ryan to fuck off and wait in the other room until he's needed. Out of everyone on that cast, Ryan is the only one to continuously steer the conversation into H for Heterosexual.

[cakerybakery]

@sir-tater-of-the-tot

Doll sinner Adam

Warnings for fem-Adam and mpreg

"Don't do that." Adam slapped Lucifer's poking hand away.

"You can feel it? This just so fascinating. I know hell has a wicked sense of humour. Your form taking on symbolic features with regards to how you lived your life or died, but this is a little heavy handed." Lucifer ignored Adam's annoyed grunt and palpated Adam's stomach again. "I mean. It's obviously because you were heaven's toy. Little more than a doll they could do with as they pleased. But still. Amazing."

He opened the hatch on Adam's stomach and Adam squirmed. "It feels funny when you do that."

"Sorry. Just. A hatch!" Lucifer poked around the hollow cavity. Sticking his head inside and felting around for anything at all. "Can you feel this?"

"Sort of." Adam wiggled as Lucifer examined him.

Touching the inside of Adam's chest he could feel ribs, and where Adam's chubby pecs formed on the outside, the inside was hallow.

"What happens when you eat?" The top had no hole, yet Adam ate. He felt hunger.

Adam was interesting feeling. Fleshy, but also, hard? Maybe a little like silicone? Yielding, but he seemed like he would be tough to pierce or cut. Warm still.

"I try not to think about it." Adam muttered, shifting to cover his bare lap more with the blanket.

"Do you go to the bathroom?" He asked, feeling the bottom of the cavity.

Adam squirmed but muttered, "yes."

"Okay. That's enough of the inside." Lucifer closed Adam's stomach up. "I'll examine the rest of you now."

His doctor's bag was a tad out of date. Bel had taken over the health and wellness of hellborn and sinners alike centuries ago so he could focus more on Charlie, but he still attended conferences on the latest innovations from the realm of man and he taught her everything he learned over the eons before she grew into a full fledged sin of her own. Plus, he was the only one Adam was willing to let touch him. So despite the age of his bag, it was full of modern goodies.

He checked Adam eyes, ran a few quick eye exams, all seemed normal for a mortal man. Ears looked fine. Nose and throat, seemed normal and anatomically correct.

Besides the skin being slightly off, Adam seemed normal. His heart beat. He could breathe. Reflexes were great. He was a bit chubby, but otherwise fit.

Then came the Adam had request wait for last.

Nervously, he let Lucifer remove the blanket.

"Huh." Lucifer was half expecting a Ken situation. Smooth. But, Adam's anatomical features sure didn't end at the waist. "You said you could go to the bathroom, you have been able to urinate and have had bowel movements regularly?"

Adam was red faced, but nodded.

That was good. "Have you been able to achieve an erection or ejaculation?"

"Dude."

"I'm trying to establish a baseline, Adam." Lucifer tutted. "If you wake up one day with your dick off cause it turns out it's detachable, it might be handy to know what your cock can do before so we know what it should be able to do after. If you're too embarrassed to tell me, and I put your dick back on wrong, then you might piss out your balls or never cum again and you'll be too embarrassed to tell me then. I don't fucking know. I've never deal with this before!"

Adam groaned in defeat. "Fine. Yes. To all three."

"Three?"

"I can get hard, cum, and it comes off. It just pops off. My arms and legs do the same."

"Fascinating." Lucifer took a better look at Adam's arm, then leg, then asked Adam to lay back. "Do you mind if I...?"

Adam covered his face, but gestured for Lucifer to help himself.

Lucifer gripped Adam's soft cock, felt the balls, and confirming with Adam first he was doing it correctly, popped it off as easily as one would a doll's head.

He couldn't help but stare. Instead of being smooth, or some form of joint, there was a set of female genitalia.

This just kept getting more and more interesting.

"Did you know...?"

"... Yeah."

Lucifer nodded and jotted it down in his file for Adam. "Have you been able to achieve orgasm through your..." what was the polite way saying this?

Adam beat him to it. "I haven't touch it! ... Much. It feels weird."

"Still," Lucifer tried to be professional, despite the awkwardness in the air. "I would recommend, uhhh, testing for sensitivity, or pain, see if you are able to perform routine functions like urination to see if your urethra moved with the, uhh, removal, and try to orgasm. Or at least see what you can feel so we know if something is wrong."

He made a mental note to send Adam for ultrasounds and x-rays. Adam seemed to have organs, Lucifer could hear Adam's heart beating and his lungs breathing. There was a pulse and Adam cheeks could flush with embarrassment. Bloodwork would also be in order.

Picking up Adam's cock and balls, Adam jerked at the surprise sensation.

Curious, Lucifer asked, "can you feel it when a part of you is detached?" Lucifer moved his hand around the flaccid shaft a little and felt it stiffen up a bit as Adam moaned. "Fascinating!"

He looked from the half hard cock to Adam pussy, "what do you think would happen if you fucked your own dick?"

The cock twitched and the red of Adam's face spread down to his ears and neck. He stuttered, not really saying anything, but even though Lucifer wasn't stroking the dick in his hand it hardened anyway.

"Did you want to try it?" Lucifer would be interested in watching that. Would Adam be able to feel himself being fucked and doing the fucking? Or just one sensation?

Adam's brain seemed to implode on itself, he couldn't answer.

"You can try at home. See what happens. Try to record to the best of your knowledge. You're capable of getting an erection so you have blood flow, somehow."

That kickstarted Adam's brain and he sputtered out that he wasn't going to do that at home!

Lucifer nodded and considered Adam's discomfort. "If you would rather, I can do it here. Record the results."

Adam bit his lip, his legs were already spread and his pussy wet. His eye flickered to his hard cock in Lucifer's hand and then he nodded.

"Alright then. I'll start by seeing what sort of prep you might need." He put the cock and balls down by Adam's head and changed out his gloves.

He started by testing Adam's clitoris. Gently touching and having his pen joint down the reactions he observed.

Adam breath hitching, how his legs shook, the juices slicking his pussy.

"Too much!" Adam gripped the sheet of the bed Lucifer was using as a makeshift examination table and dug his feet in the push himself away from Lucifer's fingers.

His real one was in his old practice, or maybe he donated it? He hadn't actually used it since he let Bel take over, only practicing his skills on his family when they were unwell or hurt, and not needing the table for them, so he was unclear where it ended up.

Lucifer let go and moved on to exam the labia. Touching the labia majora and then the labia minora. Stroking them and noting how Adam squirmed a little but calmed down.

So there was feeling.

A pleasurable feeling too, if Adam's hooded eyes were an indication. The pen jotted that observation down.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he spread Adam's wet labia and noted that he appeared to be anatomically correct there as well.

Dipping his fingers in, Lucifer notes how Adam tried to bury them deeper inside of himself.

Adam was face to head with his dick, "Lucifer," he moaned out. "I need my dick touched. Oh, fuck me. I'm so hard it hurts."

Precum was starting to seep out of the tip.

His hands were a little busy, but he told Adam to stroke himself.

Fondling his own balls, Adam started to get himself off.

Lucifer had the pen note how Adam gripped his prick and the moans he made while stroking it.

"Do you mind if I stimulate you orally?" Lucifer asked and Adam quickly responded.

"Oh fuck, yes!"

He noted that technically Adam had told him he minded, but Adam spread his legs a little more and Lucifer figured Adam exclamation was an invitation poorly worded.

Lapping at Adam, the man groaned, humping Lucifer's tongue and face to take him deeper.

Diving his tongue in further, Lucifer found himself enjoying how deeply Adam moaned.

"Oh fuck it!" Adam swore and took in as much of his own cock into his mouth that he could. Moaning around the sensation and Lucifer felt Adam's pussy cum.

He pulled out and adjusted himself.

Seeing Adam trying to swallow as much of his own cock that he could, was making him hard. Lucifer was trying to be professional, but he was pretty sure that line was crossed already.

"Are you ready?" Lucifer really wanted to see Adam taking his own cock.

Glove covered fingers, still wet, Lucifer trailed them down a bit to Adam's anus. What would Adam look like double stuffed?

He could give himself two cocks. Fill both holes and watch Adam being forced by the thrusting to swallow his own prick. Make him deep throat himself. Fill every fun hole like a personal gang bang. Make Adam swallow his own cum as Lucifer plugged up Adam's ass and pussy with jizz.

Adam moaned, slowly pulling his own prick from between his plump lips and handing the dick over.

Lucifer popped Adam's cherry with his own cock slowly.

"OH GOD!" Adam cried out as the last of his large dick filled him.

Hand on Adam's spread leg to keep his balance, Lucifer pulled out and pushed the dick back in him.

Curious, Lucifer opened the hatch on Adam's stomach and shifted his vision through the spectrum of light. Modern technology was much more convent than doing it manually, due to the issue of skin, but eventually he was able to see an overlay of Adam's organs with the empty hatch. Not as good as an x-ray or ultrasound, but it was there. The hatch wasn't low enough for him to see Adam's own prick buried deeply into Adam's pussy. What a shame. He closed the hatch again.

Using Adam's leaking juices, Lucifer rubbed at the rim of Adam's ass.

"Want to see how much you can handle?" He asked and Adam squirmed, spreading himself wider.

His finger easily slipped in, and Adam panted.

Adam arched as his pussy came again.

"Grope your tits." Lucifer requested as he pushed a second slick finger into Adam's ass with one hand and shoved Adam's large prick into Adam's pussy with the other hand.

He worked Adam's ass open and only spared a vague thought about hoping the pen was still recording so he could review it later.

When Adam looked like he could take him, Lucifer spared a moment to summon some lube from his bag and magick his pants open and dick out.

Lucifer generously coated his dick, pushed Adam's cock all the way inside of Adam to keep it out of the way, and nudged himself into Adam's ass.

Adam was so tight and hot. He was sure he could feel Adam's cock through the walls of Adam's ass.

He pulled off his glove and tossed it in the garbage. Lucifer watched for any sort of indication of pain as he buried himself into Adam. He was pleased to see Adam only moaned, his face still flushed, his mouth smiling and panting, and his pretty golden eyes half closed in pleasure.

Doing his best, Lucifer fucked himself and Adam's prick into Adam. It was awkward though so he pulled Adam's cock out and Adam whimpered at the loss.

"It's okay. I have an idea." Lucifer passed Adam back his cock. "Keep your mouth busy and turn over onto your knees, sweetheart."

They got Adam into position and he went back to moaning around his own prick, sloppily blowing himself and trying to take in as much as he could.

Giving himself a second prick, Lucifer bottomed out in Adam's ass and pussy.

Adam moaned loudly and Lucifer felt Adam cum around him.

Now that Adam was wet and loose, Lucifer gripped Adam by his wide hips and pounded into him fast and hard. Adam could barely make any noise as he found himself deep-throating himself. Every time Lucifer's nuts slapped into Adam clit, filling Adam's bottom half full of cock, his throat was forced to accommodate his own girthy dick. It was a beauty sight.

He fucked Adam harder and faster until, sputtering, Adam pulled his spent cock out of his mouth.

"No more," Adam begged and moaned.

"Okay. Almost there." Lucifer took only a few more strokes before cumming himself.

Pulling out, Lucifer spread apart Adam's ass cheeks and thighs so he could see his cum bubble out of Adam's perfect pussy and tight ass.

"I think," Lucifer huffed out of breath, "that about concludes your physical. I'll put in a requisition for some bloodwork, and some other tests."

Adam groaned as his body twitched. Lucifer grinned as a little spurt of cum oozed out of Adam's cock onto Adam's face.

For the next couple months, Adam avoided him. Lucifer was surprised to open his email one day with results from the bloodwork and ultrasound waiting for him. It looked like Adam finally got around to having it done.

Lucifer poured himself a new cup of coffee and clicked open the first email.

He scrolled through the bloodwork as he sipped his drink. It all seemed normal. Every indication that Adam had working organs in his doll body.

Next he look at the ultrasound pictures. His heart looked fine. Methodically, Lucifer clicked on each attached file.

Liver, good.

Kidneys, good.

Bladder, good.

Uterus...

Lucifer choked on his drink.

A uterus! Amazing!

Lucifer clicked open the folder excitedly.

His excitement died as he saw it.

The tiny blob.

Lucifer quickly looked it over. He'd only taken seminars on this! He was a general practitioner! Sure he kept up his license but he wasn't an expert!

Still, it was the right size.

He summoned his medical bookcase and frantically searched through research papers he'd read until he found the one detailing the embryonic stages. There was no denying it. The timing was right.

Lucifer would ask Bel for a second opinion, but he was certain.

He'd knocked Adam up.

[queen-simia]

now that ep 4 is live to the public, I can finally post what I've been sitting (and spinning) on for like a week, wheeee!

Major Monkey Wrench spoilers abound, so putting below a cut if you haven't yet seen the latest episode. And if you haven't seen it (or the rest of the series), you can do so here:

now ON TO THE INFODUMP

Shrike's status

so, since the beginning, I've been putting all my money on Shrike being an artificial being. Not in the sense of robotics/cyborgs and the like, but in the sense of a one-of-a-kind bioengineered creature. Since he was confirmed as an endling (as opposed to just hinted at in past episodes), I'm choosing to take that as a bit of reinforcement; his species is still marked as "unknown" by LAW, and if no one knows what you are and you're the only one they've ever seen, it's safe to assume they assume you're the last of whatever you are.

now, in a leap on my part, I'm further going to postulate that Shrike is actually an engineered squid. As in an honest-to-god Earth cephalopod, albeit in the same sense you can call a human a monkey. I think that maybe our boy Shrike is the end result of years-long genetic modification and breeding programs to create something closer to human shape and intelligence, but with whatever attributes his human creators wanted from squid...

...maybe attributes like producing ink.

"that's stupid, what makes you think that?" Glad you asked, Strawman! Here's what I'm drawing from:

Scratch's nicknames for Shrike

As much as these can be considered throwaways, Zeurel and Ash have been very good about sneaking in foreshadowing in dialogue. I don't fully think Scratch is calling Shrike "squidhead" just to be antagonistic (though in-universe, he certainly is; I doubt the character himself in canon has that kind of insight); I'm choosing to believe it may be a bit of a Chekhov's gun.

Shrike's design inspiration

In Tumblr ask replies, Zeurel's confirmed Shrike's design is based heavily on Humboldt squid, and he finds cephalopods and deep-sea life in general interesting. It's going into meta rather than narrative precedent, but I think for these reasons, having Shrike actually be an ascended squid wouldn't be that far out of the blue.

Shrike's terran connections

It's been established that Earth no longer exists, and what humans remain are persona non grata in LAW space. They're the reason behind the Cataclysm/the creation of Secondary Green, and what artifacts remain are traded on the black market (as implied by Scratch and Jaw Bone dealing in them, neither of whom are exactly upstanding citizens).

Yet somehow, Shrike speaks primarily in a canonically dead Earth language—Latin Spanish—and thinks highly of terrans/terran culture. He apparently is the only being in LAW space who does both. One could argue he picked up Spanish through exposure to contraband as a LAW officer, but even his translated speech is Spanish-accented. That to me is a clue it's his native language, as opposed to one picked up later in life. Maybe he doesn't speak it all that well, but it's what he learned as he grew up.

I believe that Shrike's interest in terran artifacts isn't so much fannish as it is nostalgic, though he doesn't realize it (yet). Remember, we don't know his true age—he's only estimated to be in his mid- to late 20s. He could very well be several decades or even 800+ years old, and for reasons yet unknown he isn't aware of it. Hell, he knows what VHS tapes are and how to watch them, something present-day kids are unfamiliar with right now. Even if he was treated as only a scientific specimen in his youth, something about Earth/its people may have been warm and familiar enough to endear terran mementos to him. But it's now too far gone in the past for him to remember why exactly he loves them so much.

Shrike got no dick

(originally posted to Twitter before the Shittening)

Canonically, the boy is Ken-doll smooth both front and back. Even though he has a gender (Questionably Masc™), he has no sex. Maybe his species could reproduce asexually, but it's pretty unusual for complex bipedal critters to do that. Plus, there's the fact that no peehole and no butthole also mean no bodily waste excretion, which is pretty much a death sentence for most life forms that run on metabolic processes. Therefore, I'm taking all these as artifacts of Shrike's artificial creation (and not just so it's more difficult to make show-accurate porn of him).

The Primaries, LAW, and Secondary Green

So there are three godlike beings that ostensibly also serve as the basis for government, referred to as the Primaries. Only one has been directly referenced as active in LAW government—Primary Red—but given the colors of the three LAW divisions, one can safely assume there must be a Primary Yellow and Primary Blue (whether they also govern, are off doing something else, or are AWOL is a mystery for now). It also just so happens that interstellar travel takes place in subspace pathways in the same colors as the Primaries (with varying speed depending on color), and spacecraft is fueled by "ink" in those corresponding primary colors.

It's also revealed in a news chyron in ep 4 that an intergalactic-capable drive had been in development (and had been stalled by bureaucracy) for at least 20 years, and is now ready to deploy. It's referred to as a Trinity drive, and required Primary Red's approval before it could officially launch. I think it's pretty safe to assume it's a form of propulsion that combines all 3 colors, however the in-universe physics work in that case. At the moment, it's been shown that using the wrong type of ink in a color drive will cause an explosion and a tear in space at best (at worst, we don't know yet), so whatever science went into developing a drive that combines colors must have been fairly dangerous (or potentially threatens to weaken whatever power the Primaries hold over LAW citizens).

Secondary Green

Background details are vital lore sources in Monkey Wrench. If you paid close attention near the beginning of ep 1 (and can easily read backwards text), you already know what's in the box the boys pick up in ep 2: something called "Secondary Green." It was evidently once in Chester's possession, but by the time Kara caught up to him, he'd already sent it on its way to LAW.

The second and third episodes refer to the Cataclysm being caused by terrans. The third episode explains the green corruption's effect on life forms, and LAW subsequently quarantining it to prevent its spread. It also shows Secondary Green corrupting the bit of Them that gets too close into the horrific black-green monster that overtakes the Bucket. The fourth ep has Jaw Bone directly refer to the terrans' "false idol" in reference to the Cataclysm.

While I was typing later paragraphs, I hit upon a possibility I hadn't even considered for what Secondary Green could be. So now, I've got 2 potential reads:

1. Secondary Green was the humans' attempt at recreating the Primaries' power for themselves. Whether this was to undermine LAW or to try to join the galactic stage at the Primaries' level has yet to be seen, but either way, it ended up biting humanity in the ass. Secondary Green and/or a byproduct of it/its creation ended up destroying Earth and a good chunk of its neighboring Milky Way space, and landed whatever humans remain squarely on LAW's shit list.

Now, those of you who remember me from pre-2018 Tumblr also know I'm pretty heavily into Mass Effect. That universe's version of the Milky Way also was governed by an alien-run coalition: the Citadel, which tightly controlled the means to interstellar travel (although the Citadel species did not create these means, they just found and activated them first). Thus, the similarities to the idea of a three-pronged alien government holding the keys to interstellar travel and commerce and forcing you to play nice if you want in have been resonating in the back of my mind whenever I watch Monkey Wrench.

The similarities end in that MW's answer to the Protheans are still very much alive and active, and are directly overseeing galactic travel, commerce, and government. There aren't established mass relays, but every ship contains its own "relay" in the form of ink drives. These can open portals into respective colors of subspace to get from one side of the galaxy to another faster than conventional propulsion (so far, red is the fastest, and blue seems to be the median speed everyday schmoes like our boys can access). And, most importantly, the means of this travel are less an external technological development and more appear to be tied to the nature of the Primaries themselves; these beings are not just obeyed, but worshiped (see Scratch's oaths in ep 3 and the red officer greeting Shrike and Armstrong exchange in ep 4).

However, there are still two very important similarities between these two settings that I think should be kept in mind:

i. Trouble started when humans started sticking their fingers into the galactic government's pie. In Mass Effect, it was shoehorning Shepard into the Spectre program and wriggling humanity's way into the Citadel Council. In Monkey Wrench, it was messing with fundamental forces it didn't yet understand and (maybe) creating human-made Great Value primaries, which resulted in at least one: Secondary Green.

ii. Control over interstellar travel—specifically, access to subspace—is a cornerstone of power. In Mass Effect, you need a specific form of reactor in order to engage the mass relays and "cheat" your way to FTL travel. These relays are heavily guarded and regulated by the Citadel; humanity famously learned this when it activated Relay 314 near Pluto and got a knock-knock from the police in the form of a turian armada. In Monkey Wrench, you need to equip specific color drives and fuel up at ink stations, which presumably are subject to LAW regulation and pricing.

In both settings, Earth appears to have taken a look at the galaxy already being run by someone else and immediately thought, "but how do I get around this?"

Engineering Secondary Green was MW Earth's answer to this question. Unfortunately, it backfired and drove humanity to (functional) extinction and criminal status.

2. Secondary Green is an unintended fusion of Primaries Yellow and Blue. This would explain their current-day absence (provided they don't directly appear in later episodes), and the subsequent fall of LAW enforcement into disorder that Armstrong alludes to in ep 4. Humanity was up to something that attracted the Primaries' attention—perhaps tapping into pocket dimensions, like the one embedded in Shrike's head?—and maybe things went awry. One way or another, Primaries Yellow and Blue's intervention ended in them fusing into a new anti-entity, Secondary Green. Instead of fostering life, their combined and imbalanced power corrupted it.

Left to their own devices (and likely hawkish methods, given Red oversees enforcement), Primary Red sealed off Earth's part of the galaxy and declared humanity LAW's enemy. The quarantine for justifiable safety/life preservation reasons, the outlawing likely to create the narrative that humanity was entirely to blame and not at all any fault of Primary interference (and maybe some vengeance for losing their comrades).

Or maybe, Red is covering their tracks.

LAW and Order

So the League of Aligned Worlds (LAW—yes, it's an acronym) is the current empire ruling civilized space in the Milky Way galaxy, under direct command of the Primaries (or at least Primary Red). There are three established branches: enforcement/military (red, which Shrike was once and has since defected from), science (yellow, which Dr. Agness impersonated), and commerce (blue, as represented by Killix and Sixty-Two, who appear to be led by an as-yet unseen Commander Tezzoree).

Being a centralized civilization, LAW has certain cultural and legal standards it expects its citizens to observe. Commerce and community are enabled by way of implanted universal translators á là Star Trek, but with one specific caveat: swearing is not allowed. It's so not allowed that it's physically punishable through painful translator auditory feedback—interestingly, people in earshot get punished this way as well just for hearing it.

Maybe it's a form of socialization, in that LAW hopes you're nice enough not to want to hurt your fellow citizens by swearing? Or that your fellow citizens, having had pain inflicted on them, will browbeat you into compliance? Either way, it's a window into current LAW space being severely authoritarian in both the moral and legal senses.

This extreme authoritarian approach doesn't prevent corruption, however. Corporate lobbyists exist, as demonstrated by Chester in ep 1, and LAW officials patronizing vice industries like sex work (see the end of ep 3) is not unusual. And current LAW is disorganized to the point of each division being largely ignorant of what's going on in the others: Neither Killix nor Sixty-Two were aware Shrike is a defector, nor do they bat an eye at him admitting as such. Armstrong is able to impersonate a red officer with either stolen or purchased equipment, and even he's astonished that LAW keeps such loose tabs on itself that they still have Shrike registered as an active officer. Dr. Agness is able to get away with impersonating a LAW scientist, and the LAW representatives who collect her don't appear especially ruffled by it.

It's possible that this rigid adherence to authority and subsequent breakdown in the ability to enforce it is due to Primary Red being the only Primary left. The harder you clench your fist, the more sand slips through your fingers, and all that. However it happened, Red is at the moment the only one at the wheel, and they don't seem to be able to keep it together on their own.

aight, so where's this leave us

so for now, I think these are where we may be headed:

a: Shrike was genetically engineered to be in the running as a peer to/defense against the Primaries, but aligned with Earth. He has a means to access a pocket dimension/subspace, could possibly be a source of ink (either as secretion or in the form of his blood), is an exceptional marksman, and possesses anthropomorphic form and (allegedly) intellect. The problem is, he turned out anti-authoritarian, impulsive, and kinda stupid. He was disposed of at some point and now wanders space as the only one of his kind.

b: The same program that produced Shrike also created Secondary Green. Unfortunately, something happened—whether through accident or external manipulation—that turned it into a rampaging force of destruction. We have yet to see whether humans really did just monumentally fuck up, or if LAW is rewriting history.

c: LAW is on its way to collapse through Primary Red's mismanagement. Whether said mismanagement is through the other Primaries going missing on their own, or through a power grab on Red's part is the main mystery.

hooray done for now oh god

[nightingaleofthemoonlight]

Teen Wolf: What IF ft. Deucalion & Derek (pt. 3: THE END)

Derek: You're lying...

Peter: I wish we were...

Stiles: But if you really wanted confirmation, we could call Melissa.

Derek: I... I need to go... *Leaves*

Peter: That went well.

Deucalion: *stands to leave*

Stiles: Wait where are you going?

Deucalion: I need to think.. alone *leaves*

Stiles: You think I fucked it up?

Peter: Maybe... Maybe not.

Stiles: It's just a theory though, all thanks to Liam pointing it out several times.

A week had passed since the two alphas disappeared. Stiles was getting worried and so are the pups. Chris and Peter were the ones keeping them occupied and feeding them lies on the two alphas whereabouts. Their phones were off. None of the pack members can contact the two. It's definitely getting on Stiles nerves every single day that the two are gone.

One afternoon, the pups were busy with rough housing outside their backyard when the two alphas finally showed their faces.

Stiles: That took longer than it should.

Derek: Stiles...

Stiles: No it's fine. It's not as if you left for two weeks without any way to contact you...

Derek: Stiles please...

Stiles: I mean yeah... It must be my fault as well since I was the one that dropped the bomb...

Peter: Sweetheart...

Stiles: But you BOTH left us... Both of you while WE have to figure out lies to occupy the pack because it is damn well your right to share with the public...

Chris: Stiles...

Stiles: Nope... You guys figure this out and share it with the class. I'll be cooking in the kitchen *leaves*

Deucalion: Let us all go inside the house

It took a while before all of the Hale Pack was inside the house and occupied the living room. Stiles was still in the kitchen but his ears still work. He could still hear whatever Derek and Duke have to say from where he is. The pups sat around the available space the living room could offer. Even Melissa and the Sheriff have to figure out where to sit but opted to stand instead while they wait for Duke and Derek.

Sheriff: So what is this all about? Why is my son so mad at both of you?

Peter: I think I should start this conversation.

Peter explained what happened before the two Alphas left. He and Stiles conclusion on who Derek's father is till they left for two weeks.

Melissa: Well it does explain a lot of things but where have you guys been? None of us could contact you.

Deucalion: We went to get a paternity test.

Sheriff: Oh damn...

Liam: What's the result?

Deucalion: *looks at Peter*

Peter: *immediate realization*

Chris: *noticed Peter's reaction*

Chris: Oh sh*t...

Teens: What?

Stiles: *finally appears from the kitchen*

Stiles: They're father and son ...

Teens: *silence*

Teens: WHAT?!

Derek: How did you know?

Stiles: *shrugs* I have Danny track your location. Saw your names in one of the paternity clinics. Saw the result too ...

Deucalion: Then ... Why are mad? You... Didn't like the result?

Stiles: Just wanted a heads up before leaving because what if Danny couldn't find you? Then who will lead us? Besides ... I love Sourworlf so much that it hurts that he just left me to figure out how to deal with the pups...

Derek: Stiles...

Liam: So... I was right all along?

Stiles: Yeah...

Erica: Now we know where Derek got those Ken Doll genes...

Sheriff: Jokes aside, how are you guys handling this?

Deucalion: It... Took a while as you know. I just wished I was there when HE was growing up.

Melissa: Well... You're here now

Stiles: and that's what matters... Come on... I made Polish cuisines for celebration. You could help me fix the plates DerBear...

Derek: *immediately joins Stiles in the kitchen*

Malia: So ... Deucalion is Cora and I's uncle?

Peter: It would appear so.

Chris: Congratulations on Derek, Duke.

Deucalion: Thank you. He grew up great.

Isaac: Imagine the one that wanted you dead is actually your father all along?

Erica: Don't compare yours to Derek's

Boyd: Is he wrong tho?

Jackson: Didn't I kill him tho?

[mithosis]

Lo and behold, a new little plant guy, now sprinkled with main-plot-flavored tragedy. A Commander, Aestus, the warmest, gentlest sunshine of a sylvari who tries to be the beacon of hope for others, often to the detriment of himself. He shares the verse with a cranky not-fully-alive Marshal, Trahearne Inmorte (@lady-quen), and the Pact's own morbidly whimsical frankenstein bug Morivitae (@commanderteag), Zhaitan's Scion. Together with Aurene they provide a much-needed light to the other duo's darkness (and edginess).

The main twist on existing canon with this guy is the mortifying ordeal of not being a necromancer during PoF and resorting to... a bit unusual means of getting back up. He had to become akin to his enemy in order to defeat the rogue God running around the desert, turning himself into a construct, like the Forged and Exalted, albeit with a bonus of keeping his body.

Obligatory warning for a lot more lore under the cut! This is becoming a tradition with me at this point, apparently (the smoothest Ken doll anatomy version of the art is also at the very very end, i don't want tumblr to smite me)

Aestus is a sylvari of the Dusk Cycle whose pod formed a little ways away from the main cluster in Caledon Forest — closer to the beautiful field of tall rose flowers than anything else. Once discovered, a mender had to be stationed there to keep an eye on it. The life within the pod was weak and unlikely to ever bloom, even with menders' help — their efforts only gave it small bursts of strength to continue developing. Until one morning the once-blue fruit was discovered hanging a little lower just after a visit of a warm, kind-faced charr the day before — now tinted slightly red at the center. It was surprisingly healthy, restored almost as if by a miracle.

When the sapling finally awakened after repelling the vision of a dragon within the Dream with Caithe, the cause for such rapid healing was discovered — the newborn sylvari had a small red shard poking through the center of his chest. A piece of bloodstone that fueled the pod with its magic, his new "heart", exposed for all the world to see.

Despite — or maybe because — the circumstances of his awakening, Aestus is grateful to be alive — a cheerful, warm and driven individual, the kind of person who lights up the room with his presence. Infinitely curious, he is determined to live his life to its fullest, with no regrets — even more so as he later finds out the shard's salvation wasn't as all-powerful as it seemed. While a source of magic in and of itself, it became more unstable the more energy his body took to function — which prompted an… unusual diet of consuming anything that looked even remotely magical or weird enough (woe, toxic hog be upon ye) to balance the scales. It proved to be a valuable exercise in patience as well later in life as Aestus was attempting to gain greater control over the elements.

Nothing changes too drastically from the canon events in his story in the beginning: he dreams of the White Stag, the manifestation of hope, and saves it, and kills Gavin, the Nightmare Courtier, in a duel. He was the first person he ever adventured with as equals, only for the man to turn out the very opposite of Aestus' morals — someone with a goal that would make hundreds miserable. The first friend-turned-enemy, and the first in a row of people to die by their own weapon.

It's only a confirmation of his curiosity for the world that he joins the Durmand Priory further down the road, finding their methods to cause the least amount of casualties involved, as well as provide the most insight into what had happened. When they work, of course. Not at all because finding adventure in long-lost ruins seems to be appealing to him too, no.

Throughout all his various exploits, Aestus is a person who tries to bring the light and comfort into everyone's lives, no matter how dire the circumstances might be, whether it is by dancing his heart out during a festival to invite others to join in, or keeping someone quiet company in the darkest hours of the night. He is constantly dedicating his life to others, more and more so as the story progresses, forgetting about himself in the process more than once. He is the brightest thing on and off the battlefield, bringing all the attention on him instead of his allies — the perfect bait for any who might latch onto the Pact. He trusts his friends, and relies on them to do what they do best while he distracts and pulls focus. He's a helping hand to the family he'd find in Dragon's Watch and a living inspiration to the people fighting against the dragons. And the ticking bomb of repressed emotions, those he can't articulate without breaking the warm and grounding image of the Commander he built over the years (he really said "I'm the Commander of touching grass, i can't let them see I indulge in self-destructive thought"). He is but a humble servant to those that need it most, and it just so happens that Tyria itself needs someone who could put things back on track.

This mentality, as well as the constant feeling of running out of time as the shard grows more unstable the more he uses his magic, aside from the very obvious pull of the Wyld Hunt, is what inevitably dooms him to die at the hands of Balthazar. The God of War and Fire, the embodiment of one of Aestus' greatest fears — becoming a dictator obsessed with power, hellbent on waging endless wars against any and all that he deems fit, the polar opposite of the virtues that the sylvari holds dear to his core — that "all things have a right to grow". And to top it all off, the mage's most trusted element is useless against the God that governs it.

This is the moment where that exposed heart of his breaks, the bloodstone shattering. It will heal, or, rather, "grow" in a different form, no longer a piece of magic, but living metal, as Aestus will take the "humble servant" part of his mentality even further to come back from the dead. Using an ancient Forgotten ritual he'd been studying in his spare time all the way since the assault on the jungle, he turns his own corpse into a construct, not unlike the Forged and Exalted, made of plant matter, metal and colorful glass as his armor and the desert's sands melted and fused together with the sylvari from the sheer heat of his battle against the rogue God. The new "heart" would now tie his soul to the body in absence of anything else holding the two together. It functions similarly to the masks the Exalted are wearing — it is his tether, and if violently removed or damaged beyond repair, the Commander would die a final death.

Similar to the world's view of constructs, he arrives at the same assessment of his own situation — the image of the Commander he is supposed to be — a servant, like an asuran golem, that can either be discarded or recalibrated to fit any need, any task. This "realization" accumulates over time, but despite it Aestus would still try to do what he likes best — making people he loves smile and thrive, even as he is burning from inside out to accommodate. Becoming the kindling this world needs just so everyone makes it out alive.

Killing Trahearne with his own hands, without knowing he would come back in this verse, was probably one of the worst things to happen to him — his own death doesn't compare to the anguish he feels every time a person close to him gets hurt. And despite not ever truly knowing what it's like to lose the Marshal completely, Aestus still feels guilty for being even a little happy he is still there. After all, it wasn't his choice to stay.

The woes of the Commander wouldn't end there. He would emerge victorious over Balthazar and end him for good — or so he thought. He partially absorbed his magic, and just like Aurene, became a new "representation", a new "version" of the God against his will for those, who believed in the tyrant before — the Zaishen Order in particular. The quiet whispers in his head came after. They grew in power until Aestus recognized them for what they were — the dead God's thoughts, his essence or even his soul that latched onto him from the Mists. And it wanted out.

The experience appeared similar to revenants who are able to communicate with the fragments of the Legends long passed at first, but quickly turned dire as Balthazar would try to possess the Commander on more than one occasion, making the gentle sylvari forget himself even for a moment to gain the upper hand. The warmest sunshine of Aestus, now tainted, threatening to become the same hellfire he fought against in Elona. He has his allies to help manage this new "condition", but it does interfere with his life unlike anything else, forcing the sylvari to remain on edge so as not to give up the life he built to someone who would see it brought to ruin.

So he goes on as the beacon, the guiding light for others, tryng to navigate his own problems as smoothly as possible. Colored like the hope of the ever-present butterflies that surround Caladbolg at all times, Aestus is trudging through the greatest challenges the world has to offer. He just has to believe his loved ones would make it to the other side, even if it means he won't live to see it.

The promised smooth sylvari

[kattahj]

The funny thing about ranting bigots who claim that the Barbie movie promotes the "trans agenda" is that they're not exactly wrong. Barbie gives off serious trans lesbian vibes. I mean, she does so in a subtextual, "oh no, we mustn't offend the more moderate bigots!" way, but still. Where they're wrong is of course to be angry about it instead of celebrating Barbie coming into herself.

SPOILER

Barbie goes from being the doll Barbie to the human Barbara, and this explicitly involves getting her a new set of genitals. Furthermore, this isn't a choice she makes; it's a confirmation of something she has already become.

She also admits that she doesn't love Ken the way he loves her, and goes with Gloria instead. The bond between Gloria and Barbie is the most important one in the story, transcending even the bond between Gloria and her daughter Sasha. Meanwhile, Gloria's husband is of zero consequence and seems to have been shoehorned in entirely as a beard.

Hence, subtextual trans lesbian!

[vicsnook]

Good Luck, Babe! | Jake Seresin x Reader

word count: 6,560

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+, Unprotected PinV

notes: Hey friends! I know I've kind of dropped off the face of the Earth since the new year. I've had massive writer's block due to some personal stuff but I think I am finally out of the funk. Please forgive me for any errors, I wrote this on and off the past few months so I hope it doesn't come off terrible. I plan to make this a 2 possible 3 parter so leave some feedback and let me know if you want more. Hope you like it & please don't forget to like and reblog! 🫶🏼

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I agreed to come on a date to the famous Hard Deck but thankfully I’m not disappointed yet. The jukebox is playing old country songs and some couples are dancing on the makeshift dance floor, "this is definitely my kind of place," I think. 

I approach the bar and look for my date Mickey, who waves me over from a corner booth. He kisses my cheek and slides his arm around me as we slide into the cozy booth. “So m’lady what can I get you to drink?” he asks, his eyes scanning my face but before I can answer a blonde man slides into the seat across from us. 

Mickey’s face turns red immediately as the blonde grabs his beer and takes a swig. “My apologies, am I interrupting anything, Fanboy?” asks the blonde with a southern drawl, flashing me what I could only describe as a million-dollar smile. “Yes, Hangman, so I'd appreciate it if you could make yourself scarce,” growls Mickey, beginning to stand up and holding his hand out for me to follow. 

“And leave this lovely lady alone with you? Not a chance,” responds the blonde, now standing in front of Mickey and in our way. “This lovely lady would also like you to make yourself scarce and stop bothering her date,” I said to the blonde, who just like Mickey turned to me with a look of shock. 

Before “Hangman” could respond, I grabbed hold of Mickey’s hand and led us out the side door and down the ramp onto the beach. When we came to a halt, Mickey was still looking at me slack-jawed. “That was awesome! No one’s ever put Hangman in his place,” he raves, as I giggle in amusement. “Yeah, well he sure seemed like he needed it. Anywho, I don’t take it, he's a friend?” I ask. He shook his head and then explained all about how Hangman was just his insufferable coworker who thought that because he had the only confirmed air kill of this generation he was above anyone. 

“And that’s the story of Hangman, anyway, fancy getting some ice cream mademoiselle?” asked Mickey while extending his arm for me to hold. “Of course,” I reply and chuckle as we make our way to the ice cream parlor by the boardwalk.

The rest of the afternoon went by without a hitch as I learned more about my date whose call sign was “Fanboy” due to his adorable obsession with Star Trek. That night I didn’t waste any time texting him that I had a great time and looked forward to seeing him again.

Maybe my mom was right when she suggested I needed to get back to the dating scene. As I lay there waiting on sleep to come, an image of Hangman flashes through my head and I can't help the feeling in my stomach. Shaking my head, I bury it deep down with memories from my date with Mickey.

I won't let anything ruin my happiness at this moment. That was until I woke up this morning and saw that my blue text had turned green and was unanswered.

Just my absolute luck to get blocked after what I thought was a good first date.

-

I went on with the rest of the week trying to feel unbothered about being blocked but it still crept into my mind every once in while. And that’s how I ended up parked in front of the Hard Deck on what seems like a very busy night.

I sigh and put the car in reverse, this is pathetic. But before I go any further, a blonde Ken doll look-alike catches my eye and I realize it’s Hangman walking in, which I hope means Mickey is probably inside. 

Putting the car back in park, I take one last look in the rearview mirror and reapply my red lipstick. Time to show that WSO what he missed out on.

I’m immediately surrounded by a sea of aviators in their dress whites when I step inside, and a couple of them shoot me hungry looks. I take a deep breath and plunge through the crowd to make my way toward the back where I think catch sight of Mickey and his friends but I soon collide with a very very hard chest before I can reach him.

“So we meet again, lovely lady?” I hear as I tilt my head up and make eye contact with the owner of the hard chest whose hands are holding my waist steadying me. And wouldn't you know it, it’s none other than Hangman who is once again sporting that blinding smile. Up close I can see how green his eyes are and good lord all I can think is how this man is way too damn perfect.

I clear my throat and back away as his hands fall off my waist but I don’t get very far because his hand firmly grasps mine and I’m spun back into his chest once again. “What the hell are you-” I try to ask but my words die when I see the hungry look in his eye. “Not so chatty now, are you?” He smirks at me and I feel my cheeks burn. “What do you want?” I manage to croak, feeling now even more embarrassed to have come here tonight.

“Well for starters, I want to lead you out the door to my truck, then I want take you somewhere nice to dinner, and what I want most is to have those pretty red lips of yours around my cock by the end of the night, darlin’" He whispers in my ear, his breath on my neck making my head spin.

Usually, I would slap any man who spoke to me that way but my brain was currently short-circuiting tonight so I just nodded and followed him out the door into the parking lot to take part in what will probably be a very big mistake tomorrow.

His hand sits on my lower back as he leads me to his truck that is conveniently parked at the very end of the parking lot and before I can convince myself to back out of this we have reached the passenger door. He opens the door for me and helps me into the seat before rounding the truck and getting in too. His scent fills my nostrils, sage and sandalwood. 

“I’m not sure I ever properly introduced myself, my name’s Jake Seresin.” He tells me as he pulls into the highway and I pull myself together long enough to mutter mine back. I take him in as he drives and notice the scar above his eyebrow and how rosy his lips look, and I can’t help but think of how good they would feel on mine.

I doubt any of my friends would be supportive of me throwing caution to the wind but something about Jake makes saying no, impossible. A spark goes through me when his hand comes to rest on my thigh just below the hem of my dress, and I sure hope I haven’t soaked the seat.

-

We pull up to a restaurant downtown that I only ever heard of because of because of it being expensive but before I can protest he is getting out of the truck and coming to open my door. “Jake, this is too much. I -” his fingers come to rest on my lips effectively shushing my protests. “Baby, I’m going to lavish you tonight and I mean that in more ways than one.” 

His eyes are locked into mine as I nod. No man has ever managed to render me speechless, much less make me so agreeable but I guess that changes tonight.

The food and wine are exquisite and the conversation flows smoothly between us and I can’t help but want more of this man. My once disdain for him now vanished.

He tells me of growing up in Texas on his family’s ranch and of his rodeo days that ended too quickly when his father passed. He talks of how he joined the Navy to be able to support his family. I notice his eyes darken as he talks of missing home and how lonely his job can be because he acts like an asshole to keep people away, and I feel myself reaching for his hand to comfort him. He smiles gratefully, then casually turns the conversation back to me.

So I tell him of my sister, Meredith, who died a few years back because of a drunk driver which led me to pursue a career in law seeing as the man who killed her is free and she didn’t get justice. He squeezes my hand in comfort and I tell him that I moved to Miramar to get away from my hometown because everything reminds me of Mer and I wanted a fresh start and how I’ve been here a year now and hardly know anyone because I’ve thrown myself into my work instead of dealing with my grief.

I shudder when I’m done when I realize I’ve bared my soul to someone who I hardly know but I don’t overthink for long because Jake’s hand reaches out and caresses my face. He settles the bill and ignores my pleas to let me pay for at least half and once we’re back in the truck I realize that it’s nearly midnight and he asks for directions back to my place which I give without a second thought.

-

He follows me in and I curse at myself when I see the mess of paperwork on the living room table. “Sorry, I don’t usually have guests over,” I tell him, and he shrugs it off and helps me straighten the papers up. We settle in the small couch and I can feel the heat radiating off his body and the nerves finally kick in. “Um, can I get you something to drink?” I ask, looking over at the TV that is not even on. “No, thank you, Angel. Look, I know what I said at the bar but we don't have to do anything you don't want to do.” He assures me, my eyes finally making contact with his. But I don’t want him to go and I feel an urgent need to feel his skin against mine so I do the only thing I can think of and kiss him.

He kisses me slowly and carefully like I might pull away and dismiss him any second so I move closer to him and then climb onto his lap. He groans as I straddle him and I take the chance to slip my tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of him. His fingers dip into my waist as I bite his lip and pull back. His eyes are blown with lust and I know then there is no going back.

His mouth kisses along my jaw and down to my neck and I moan loudly as he finds that spot just below my ear that drives me crazy. “Are you sure about this?” He asks, leaving kisses just above the neckline of my dress. “Yes, I need you, Jake, please,” I beg as he slides the straps of my dress down and his mouth trails down kisses, latching onto my perky nippe.

I arch my back and the dress pools at my hips, the cold air on my skin making me shiver for a moment until his warm chest presses against mine and I realize he’s ditched his shirt. I run my hands through his chiseled chest and think to myself that this is the kind of body that Greek statues are made of.

“Where’s your room?” he asks, between kisses and I feel another current surge through me. “At the end of the hall,” I manage to croak and he moves forward so I can wrap my legs around him and then he leads us to my room. The very short hallway feels infinite as he holds me against the wall and his hands run all over my body and I’m now shaking with desire.

“Jake, please,” I beg and I feel him grin against my neck and I blush in the dark as he nibbles on my neck leaving what I know tomorrow will be a very noticeable hickey. He finally takes us into my room and places me on the bed and as he towers over me it sinks in what I’m about to do and a shiver of excitement runs through me.

He pulls down the rest of my dress and I am left in my very small thong, he places his hand over my core and I quiver against it. “Eager aren’t we?” He whispers as he cups the thin fabric of my thong and slowly slides it down, pressing kisses onto my leg as he finally gets it off and stuffs it into his back pocket.

I raise an eyebrow at him in response, but he ignores it as he slides off the bed and pulls me to the edge of the bed where he kneels on the floor. I blush as I feel his warm breath on my thigh as he kisses his way to my core pausing just before reaching it, our eyes lock and I see that he is looking for reassurance. I nod, not trusting my words and within seconds he is eating me out like he is starving and my pussy is a full-course meal.

I moan his name loudly and tug at his hair but he doesn’t slow down and I feel myself getting close when he eases a finger in and he must sense that I’m close to reaching an orgasm because he pulls my thighs even further apart and adds another finger. My moans turn to whimpers as he keeps edging me. I shake against him while he uses his fingers to coax me through my orgasm.  “Good girl,” he mumbles as he slowly raises himself and placing a kiss on my lips and I want more.

“Fuck me, Jake,” I whimper as he settles beside me in the bed but I get a response that I was not expecting. “Not yet angel,” he whispers as he caresses my arm that fills with goosebumps as he gets further up and he turns my head to look at him. His green eyes are staring into mine so deeply I think he can read my needy thoughts. I run my hand down his chest and stop at his belt buckle, his eyes following my every move, and I decide to give him what he asked for at the beginning of the night.

Pulling him off the bed with me I take notice of my shaky legs but still, I kneel in front of him and undo his belt. I can feel his eyes on me as I ease his pants down and palm him through his boxers. A groan escapes him as I slide his cock free of the boxers and suck on his swollen tip. “Fuck,” he moans as I take him in my mouth and I feel myself getting wetter as he starts to fuck my face.

But he’s careful yet again so I grab onto his hips and increase the pace, eliciting various groans from him and when I meet his eyes he slowly stills me. “I want to come inside you,” he says, his voice husky with lust. His arms reach to pull me up and I’m back on the bed before I can protest.

“I’m not going to be as slow and careful, honey. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow, so stop me now if that’s not what you want,” he whispers in my ear and I shiver with excitement. I reply by pulling him down to me and kissing him as hard as I possibly can. Without warning he’s stretching me open, and before I can even catch a breath, he’s thrusting hard into me again.

His fingers are digging into my waist as I scream in pleasure, “Taking me so good, baby,” he groans while leaving more hickeys on my neck. He continues to thrust hard and fast and I’m shaking with pleasure.

My moans get louder as his finger finds my clit and I worry the neighbors will call the cops. But he seems unfazed as he continues to fuck me through it. I whimper loudly, my legs sliding off his sides as I reach my orgasm. “I’m almost there, honey,” he whispers in my ear but I barely acknowledge him, still lost in my high.

He fills me with his sweet release as I come down from my own. His green eyes boring into mine as he slowly pulls out and I feel his cum slipping out of me. “Look at you, baby. I made a mess out of you,” he grins, laying at my side and pulling me to him.

I lay my head on his chest as exhaustion takes over and any thought of getting myself sorted out flies out the window. He kisses my hairline and the last thing I hear is him saying “good girl” as sleep envelops me in his arms.

-

I wake up to my body aching as memories from last night flood back in and I smile, turning over, only to find the bed empty. Only my dress is in the corner of my bedroom floor, no sign of Jake or my thong. I curse to myself as I get up and feel even more sore if that’s even possible. He sure meant that he would fuck me til I couldn't walk.

The apartment is deadly quiet and I head to the bathroom which I find empty as well. Pulling on my robe, I check the living room which to no one’s surprise is also empty, and as I look out the window, I notice Jake’s truck is gone and then it hits me that my car is still parked at the Hard Deck.

Fuck me.

I check around the rest of the apartment and find no note anywhere. Disappointment creeps in as I decide to finally go shower and get him off my skin. When I catch sight of myself in the bathroom mirror, I see the damage he left on my neck and chest is extensive. Angry reddish marks stare back at me and I doubt all the concealer in the world can help cover what he did.

The next few weeks are a blur as I throw myself into my work and vow to never return to the Hard Deck. Long nights working keep me occupied so much so that I don’t realize my period is late for a week, and that’s when it dawns on me that we didnt use protection and of course, I hadn’t been on the pill.

The pharmacy is crowded as I buy a pregnancy test, and I glare at the cashier who very loudly yells “Good luck!” as I walk out. Traffic is awful too on the way home and I feel myself getting more anxious by the second.

I practically run to the bathroom as soon as I’m home and finally pee on the stupid stick. 5 minutes feel like an eternity when your future rests on the other side. The timer goes off and as I flip the test over, I grab hold of the vanity to steady myself as I stare back at the two pink lines that signify my worst fear.

I’m pregnant.

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[accioprocrastination]

Estranged (Part 1/?)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

A/n: pure fluff - this is a short and sweet one... I think I need to write more parts for this

Summary: Rooster's ex best friend aka. Iceman's daughter comes back to town

You walk into the Hard Deck with Hangman and instantly head to the pool table.

You're making small talk with Bob who fades back into the background when human ken doll returns to your side.

"How was dinner?" Jake asks you about the family dinner you were dreading all week. The reason you text him to meet you here this evening.

"Awful." You respond with a sigh.

"Is your d-" Jake starts but you cut him off.

"I really don't want to talk about it. Please can we talk about anything other than that?" you snap slightly at your wingman.

He nods in understanding that you're here to get your mind off of what's going on at home.

"How was drinks with Bea?" you ask about a woman he picked up when you two went shopping for snacks after work last week.

He grimaces and you giggle in anticipation for whatever insane story he's about to sprout.

You hear the bell of the door opening and break his gaze, instinctively looking at who is walking in.

Every single thought leaves your head as a good looking guy in a Hawaiian shirt meanders over. He looks in your direction and you double take, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

Realisation washes over you as your second glance confirms your worst thoughts, that is Bradley, the person you once considered to be your platonic soulmate.

Bradley got hot.

"Bradshaw as I live and breathe!" Hangman shouts over to him and you double take.

*

You don't acknowledge him until he follows you to the bar. He stands next to you and moves around until he meets your eye line.

"Were you planning on ignoring me all evening?" Bradley asks sliding closer to you.

You haven't spoken to him since you joined the Navy and moved away. You came back home for top gun, expecting him to be here but he had already enlisted and been deployed without telling you.

There was never a proper goodbye between the two of you, no monumental moment where you consciously decided to stop being friends.

"Hi Bradley." You say giving him a small smile.

"Hi." He responds voice gravely with a mixture of tiredness and alcohol.

It's followed by awkward silence that you're deeply unsure of how to fill.

You once knew everything there was to know about the man before you. Now you feel like strangers.

This is weird.

I'm uncomfortable.

The bar is so busy you know it's going to be a while before either of you are served.

You need to fill this silence; this is horrible.

Fucking say something Y/N, anything.

Your internal thoughts berate you until you open your mouth to talk.

Before you can say anything he speaks up, "12 o'clock is that or is that not the guy that Maddison hooked up with at Jeremy's sweet 16?"

You instantly look over and start laughing as the only person on your nose looks like a wannabe punk rocker - not her type and definitely not someone you went to school with.

"Clearly great taste runs in the family." You wink at him. You instantly regret that response and shake your head grimacing.

He laughs.

"How is your sister? I don't think I've seen her since that party." He theorises.

"She's good. She moved to Texas with her boyfriend from college. I feel like I haven't seen her since that party either." You reply.

"Ah cool, good for her. I never thought she'd leave here, I don't know why." He mutters but you know exactly why he thought that, because you thought that.

"Do you still keep in touch with Jeremy?" You query.

"Not at all! Do you?" he smiles eyebrows raised in intrigue.

"Oh yeah, we talk every day!" you retort sarcastically.

He shoves you playfully, ignoring your cold shoulder as keeps talking.

The silence returns like a wave to shore. You're mentally racking your brain for anything to say.

It'd feel wrong to start small talking with him like you're nothing.

"Do you remember when you shaved my eyebrows off?" He asks out of nowhere.

You giggle at the memory, unable to hold in your laughter.

"What on earth made you think about that?" You question in slight disbelief that he's here laughing with you.

"Don't look but the girl with Phoenix at the moment has totally shaved off her eyebrows to draw them on." He whispers. You instantly turn to look without any subtlety.

"Y/N" Bradley berates you for so brazenly turning.

"You can't say that and expect me not to look!" You try to reason with him.

"This may sound sort of crazy because we haven't seen each other in years but do you want to get out of here? It's really busy in here and I'm kind of hungry. I was thinking we could go to that diner your dad always used to take us to?" He proposes.

You hesitate.

"I know I fucked up. I'm sorry. I should've made more time for our friendship when you moved away. Instead I freaked out and ignored your calls." He says. "I was a shitty friend. If you want to stay here, there's no hard feelings." he adds.

"Thank you for saying sorry. I know that doesn't come easy to Mr Perfect." you tease, booping his nose with your finger. The nickname was bestowed upon him by your kindergarten teacher and you have never stopped ridiculing him for it.

"That should've been my callsign." He smirks jumping out of his seat to lead you to the door.

Part 2

[noodle-is-unstable]

Wax Art

All of my writing is completely Gender Neutral Reader. There is no reference to gendered body parts (Imaging a Ken Doll if you will). Due to this I use more vague language, and nothing is as specific or specified. Please be advised this writing style isn't for everyone and it is okay to skip.

Ft ~ Uraume x GN!Reader

Kink ~ Wax Play

Synopsis ~ Uraume covers you in wax, making such beautiful art. The least you can do is replay them.

Content Warning ~ 18+, Smut, wax play, oral, fingering . Idk Adult Content.

2.2K Words, I don't proof read

“Are you ready?” Uraume asked as you laid down on the massage table.  Wiggling slightly, you made yourself comfortable.  They placed a towel over your butt, the only covering on your naked body.

“Ready.  Do your thing Snowflake.” You cooed, relaxing for what could be hours of laying there.

“Let me know if it’s too hot and I’ll cool it down.” They reassure you.  This wasn’t the first time you’ve been in this position but Uraume was always cautious not to hurt you.  The smell of sulfur filled the air as Uraume lit a match, preparing the candles.  They always lit them all, every colour and shade you could imagine for them to make their art.

“Oil or no oil?” They asked with a soft hum, focused on what they were doing.  Oil made it easier to remove the wax but it also made it slip around more.  You knew the oil affected their end project too, their carefully curated pours and drips not staying in place.

“No oil.” You remark, the anticipation building.  Uraume would always warn you before the first drop but hearing them shuffle around made your heart race.  The anticipation for the first searing drop, the light burning sensation and the warmth to come.  A cold hand touching your bare back made you jump slightly, delicate, fingers running up your spine.

“Ready?” Uraume’s voice was soft and monotone like normal.  Always so level and soothing it brought you a sense of calm.

“Ready.” You confirm, muscles tensing in anticipation.  Drip.  Warmth and a slight burn was felt on your lower back.  Only a small drop, a test for temperature and feel.  Cold fingers tracing the skin around the now hardened wax. 

“How was that?” They asked almost hypnotically.  You could tell they were examining the spot, head tilting from one side to the other as they always did when they were thinking.

“The only thing hotter is you.” You tease.  A gentle hand slapped your shoulder and you were sure they were blushing and hiding their face, even if you couldn’t see it.

“Be serious.” Their voice was quiet and shy.  They needed you to confirm they were okay to continue.

“It was perfect, also like you.” You cooed.  A soft sigh escaped their lips, their shy, smiling lips.  Cool fingers peeled off the small wax drop, a pulling sensation left in its spot.

“I’m going to start now then.” They commented before more shuffling was heard.  Your only job was to sit still and let them work. They always moved fast once they started, rhythmically pouring and cooling the wax to create their masterpiece.

The first real pour.  A long drag up the length of your spine, searing heat, a tingling burn.  A cold hand ghosted over the warmth, the hardening wax clinging to your skin.  Another long strip poured along the width of your lower back, followed by another and another.  A searing mix of long pours and small drips began to systematically cover your back, a cooling hand always following not long after.  You tried not to tense your muscles under each unpredictable drop, you didn’t want to crack their art.  Drip. Pour. Drop. Streak. Uraume was quiet when they worked, only soft hums and sighs as they thought.  Even with the heated pain it was peaceful.  A relaxing bonding experience between you and Uraume. 

“May I?” Their voice woke you from your peaceful trance.

“Hmm?” You hummed curiously, unsure of what they were asking.  Your back was fully, or at least mostly, covered in wax by now.

“May I remove the towel?” Uraume’s voice came out quiet and meek.  It was as if they had never seen you naked before, as if you don’t share a bed, as if you wouldn’t give them your mind, body and soul.

“Do anything you want with me.” You chuckle, a smile falling to your lips.  Uraume was always sure to get consent and multiple times.  You could tell them to use you freely and they would still ask for permission to hold your hand.

The towel was gently removed before more shuffling commenced.  Then it hit you.  A small drop of wax on your ass.  The hot liquid felt even hotter on the thin skin. You sucked in air through your teeth, wincing slightly at the stronger sensation.

“Are you okay?” A concerned face appeared under the table to meet your eyes.  You couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuck, they were just adorable.  

“I’m fine, I just wasn’t prepared.” You assure them, ease taking over their face.  “But it’s nothing a kiss wouldn't fix.” You teased.  They rolled their eyes before craning their neck to leave a soft kiss on your lips.

“Am I okay to continue?” Uraume was still cautious after your pained sound.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.  Art me up.” You beamed.  Once again they disappeared above the table and began to shuffle around.  Your teeth sunk into your lip as more wax began to coat your ass.  Uraume’s soothing, cold hand was faster than usual to cool the wax.  The feeling was soothing and euphoric.  Hot burning, followed by a cool touch and hard gripping wax.  It was like being held tightly with this much hardened wax on you, restricting your movement and muscles.  

“I’m finished.” Uraume had a hint of  joy in their voice.  “May I take a picture?” They asked.  They always took a picture, in part to show you, in part to remember it, but they always asked first.

“Of course Snowflake.” You chuckled lightly before trying to still your body for them.  Movement could be heard as they got different angles, with and without flash, trying to get the perfect picture.

“You can move again.” Uraume spoke.  You began to sit up, the wax pulling your skin and cracking lightly.  They were smiling at their phone, scrolling through the pictures.

“Lemme see.” You laugh.  Uraume scrolled a bit more, finding their favorite photo before showing you.  Uraume was skilled to say the least.  Their ability to create such intricate art with wax was always baffling to you, but you were just happy to be their canvas.  On your back was a sunset, a cherry blossom going up your side and the blossoms dancing across your back.  There was something that caught your eye though.  On one ass cheek was a handprint, on the other Uraume had signed their name, something they’ve never done before.

“Am I not obsessed with you enough?  You have to brand my ass?” You laughed, pulling them into a hug, between your legs where you sat.

“I thought it looked good.” Uraume chucked, nuzzling lightly into your neck.

“It does.  Maybe I should get it tattooed.” You sighed.  Uraume always brought you a sense of calm and peace, like nothing else existed in the world but you both.

“That sounds impractical.” Uraume’s cheeks heated against your neck.  You’d be sure to book the tattoo appointment tomorrow.

“Practical’s never been my thing anyways.” You place a soft kiss on their neck.  Followed by another, and another.  Your hands moved to hold their face so they would look at you.  You simply stared into each other's eyes for a while.

“Absolutely ethereal.” You whispered, making Uraume blush and avert their eyes.  

“We should get the wax off of you.” Uraume stated, still unable to look at you.

“Not yet.” You sounded almost breathless, your words caught in your throat with need.  The need for your precious little Uraume.  Quickly you switched your positions, placing Uraume where you once sat, standing between their legs.

“What are you-” They started before your hands snaking up their legs stopped them.

“I want you to look at your art while I make you cum.  If you’re okay with that.” Your hands stopped on their upper thigh, waiting for their confirmation.  They covered their lower face with their sleeve, trying to hide their blush as they nodded.

“I’m going to need to hear you say it Snowflake.” Reaching up, you grabbed their hand and removed it from their face.  Uraume’s cheeks were dusted a light pink as they avoided eye contact with you.

“Yes, you can do that.” Uraume’s blush deepened with their own words.

“Good.” You kissed their heated cheeks.  “Lay down.  On your back.” You instructed them, gently laying them down on the table.  You could feel your skin being pulled with every movement, a reminder of the beauty on your back.  Your eyes met Uraume’s as your fingers paused at their robes.  They gave you a light nod, a confirmation to continue.  Slowly you undid their robes, allowing them to drape off the table.  Such a stunning sight.  They were thin, small muscles hugging their body.  Their hips and ribs could faintly be seen when they laid down like this.  So small but anything but delicate.  You left soft, wet kisses up their legs, starting at their ankle you made your way up.  The moment you hit their knee they were already squirming, squeezing their legs together.  Grabbing them by the back of the knees you swiftly pulled them to the edge of the table, a soft gasp escaping their lips.  Uruame tried to hide their face in the crook of their elbow, a shy habit they had.  If it made them feel better though, you wouldn’t stop them.  You continued kissing from their knee, making your way up.  You made note of the goosebumps appearing on their skin.  Your lips were searing on their cold skin, as if you were burning your lips into their skin.  Your lips paused on their inner thigh.  Resting your head on their thigh you looked up to them, once again waiting for their approval to continue.

“Please.” Their usual level tone cracked with want.  Your body felt hot any time you got to see this side of Uraume.  Shy, soft, needy and a little desperate.  A side only you got to experience.  Placing their legs over your shoulders you took your place between their legs.  Dropping to your knees you came face to face with something only akin to heaven.  Your creeping kisses continued from where they left off.  Slowly moving until you kissed beside Uraume’s entrance.  They swallowed hard and arched their back, already so needy and begging to be touched, so you obliged.  Your tongue circled around before plunging inside, Uraume’s breathy gaps were music to your ears.  They didn’t just look like heaven, they tasted like it too.  Impossibly sweet with notes of fruit and honey.  There was something about the way they squeezed down on your tongue that made your core heat up, as if they were pulling you in more.  Curling, flattening, and scooping you worked your tongue inside of them, urging an orgasm out of them.  You could feel it building, seeing the way their abs tensed and spasmed, the way their thighs attempted to crush your head.  They were close.  So close.  Their whine when you pulled away was intoxicating, almost enough to make you cum untouched.

“Sit up, I want you to look at your art, your claim, what you did to me when you cum.” You instructed through panting breaths.  Uruame scrambled to sit up, desperate to feel you again.  You moved them so their ass was almost fully off the table, their legs on your shoulders all that was holding them up.  They steadied themselves and gave you a nod, confirming they were ready.  Maintaining eye contact you placed two fingers in your mouth, coating them in a thick layer of saliva.  Pulling the fingers out a trail of saliva followed.  They were already prepped with your tongue so you slowly pushed both fingers in, a high pitched moan escaping them.  You began to pump your fingers in them, curling them lightly and dragging them to hit their sweet spot.  It wasn’t long before they were tensing their muscles and leaving breathy moans to float through the air.  The way their face contorted in pleasure, biting their lip to muffle their own cries, it was angelic.  You pulled your finger out, holding them to Uraume’s lips, an offer to suck on them rather than bite their lip.  They happily obliged, grabbing your wrist to pull your fingers into their mouth.  Uraume’s tongue swirled around your fingers, desperate to taste themself and your spit mixed.

“Watch your art.” You groaned, desperate to taste them again.  They nodded, an affirmative hum against your fingers.  You went back to making out with the paradise that was between their thighs.  They were already so close, their legs squeezing your head, muffling their mewls and whines.  All it took was one more curl of your tongue before they were cumming on your face.  Uraume’s teeth gently bit down on your fingers as they rode out their high, your face a mere tool for them at the moment.  Eventually their thighs loosened their crushing grip and your fingers slid from their mouth.  Your head fell to their thigh once again, admiring how breathtaking your partner was.  You brought your fingers back to your lips and sucked off their remaining drool.  Just as sweet as what's between their legs.

“Gunna help me get this wax off?” You sighed, simply enjoying this moment.

“I suppose it’s the least I could do.” A deep crimson blush crept to their face as they smiled.  Uraume’s fingers gently ran through your hair, adding to the comfort of this moment.

About the Kink: Wax Play is a form of temperature play. It involves putting melted wax onto bare skin to elicit a slight burning sensation.

How to Practice the Kink Safely:

With any kink it's important to have a safe word, action and sound. The action is in case it's not possible to be verbal. The sound is incase it's not possible to make words or move. Pick something easy to remember and wouldn't come up naturally. Eg. Red, 3 fast taps, 3 repeating grunts

Type of wax is VERY important. Soy wax is the safest to use with a melting temperature of 46-57°C (116-134°F). If you want a stronger sensation Paraffin Wax is also acceptable with a melting temperature of 47-65°C (116-149°F). NEVER use Beeswax, Microcrystalline wax or Stearin wax, they have a melting point that can cause sever and permanent damage to the skin. The melting point of wax can be lowered by adding mineral oils. Something to cool the wax should be around at all times, like a cool cloth or water. Ice isn't recemented because the sudden and extreme temperature difference can cause shock and damage to the body. To make clean up easier you may want to apply a layer of oil to the skin first. You can also shave to ensure it doesn't get caught in hairs. A test drop should be done on more sensitive areas like the inner wrist to ensure the temperature is okay and wont burn. Keep away from open wounds, or areas like eyes, mouth, ears or genitals.