#Chuck the Fish Whisperer

[emmyrosee]

My widdle Hisako baby 🥺🩷

Atsumu hates after game interviews.

It’s part of his job of course, but he’s not the captain, his just the star setter for one of the best teams in the league; he’s also a father of a toddler, who, when he can after a home game, wants to get home to read her a bedtime story and be with the beautiful mother of his child.

Right now, however, he wants to chuck all of that out the window, as you’re off in the corner snickering with Kiyoomi while Hisako in her fathers lap pulls his lips and chin, interrupting every answer with a grab or a giggle or a bite of his fingers.

“You’re cruel,” Kiyoomi whispers to you.

You shrug in indifference, “he wanted to spend more time with her after the game. Not my fault they picked him for postgame.”

“You’re cruel,” he repeats, and the gods must be listening because on stage, Atsumu repeats the same thing when Hisako fish hooks his lip.

This time, it’s Atsumu’s turn to tell Hisako “you’re cruel” and it has the crowd in a tizzy. You cover your mouth to laugh quietly, and you get a nudge from Kiyoomi in response.

A massive frame stalks past you both, and you stick your leg out to playfully kick him, "hey, Captain."

Meian grins and sends you a wink, "hey, Mrs. Miya."

"Good game."

"I'd say so," he nudges his head towards Atsumu at the table. "He played well."

"He always does."

“Is there anything that you hope to achieve next game?” A reporter asks, snapping you all back into focusing the interview at hand.

Atsumu sighs softly, “I guess I just want to repeat the momentum, keep it from getting sloppy and-“

“Shugu?”

All heads turn towards Hisako, Atsumu’s smiling down at her. “Shugo?”

“Shugu!” Her tiny hand points off stage a few feet away, at the captain just outside the frame.

Meian beams, "guess that's my cue."

“Yeah, Shugo just left,” he chuckles. “She loves Meian. More than she loves me-“

Quickly, Meian comes bouncing back on the stage, wasting no time in formalities before scooping Hisako up in his big, burly arms. He bites at her cheeks while she squeals and flails her limbs, squealing and laughing while the crowd coos in adoration. Atsumu’s beaming as he watches his captain carry his favorite person out, and it almost makes you tear up from the sight of so many people positively adoring your little girl.

Kiyoomi claps a big hand on your shoulder, trying to ground you and your emotions. “He’s a good dad.”

“He’s the best dad.”

[tayraedoll]

Code Red

Soooo I finally did the thing and wrote my first ever fic! Hope you enjoy, please let me know your thoughts!

TW: menstrual cycles, fertility issues, swearing, baby fever, blood, no smut

Alastor x reader

Shitshitshitshitshit-

You glare down at the bathroom sink, chewing on your bottom lip.

What are you going to do? What the FUCK are you going to do?! What is Alastor going to do when he finds out?

You run a hand through your hair and huff. It was late October, the end of Alastor’s rut. The last month was a blur- a whirlwind of passion, lust, and mind blowing orgasms. It was your first rut with Alastor and you were NOT prepared for the behavioral changes that overtook the usually stoic demon. For the past month Alastor smothered you in affection, barely allowing you to leave the bed. He made your meals(going as far as hand-feeding you), massaged your entire body, and whispered the sweetest words of love and devotion into your ears. He did it all for one singular, IMPOSSIBLE goal.

“You’re going to make me the strongest fawns.”

It was impossible for sinners to procreate. But Alastor’s rut-addled brain refused to acknowledge that fact. Getting you pregnant was all the man talked about since his rut began. You had just gone along with it, it was honestly sweet the way he described what raising a child with you would be like. You just had to play it cool and wait for the demon’s mind to return to normal.

But now your entire plan just got derailed, your own body turned against you at the worst time. You had gotten your period.

ALL it had to do was wait just a few more days! Alastor’s rut would be over and you could go back to life as normal. But no-this was hell after all and everything was designed with ultimate suffering in mind.

So now you had to come up with a plan. If rut-Alastor found out you were menstruating he would certainly lose his shit. There was no chance that you could avoid sex, that would immediately make him suspicious. Using a tampon was out of the question, he’d find that way too easily. Your options were limited, the only idiotic thing you could come up with was stuffing an old washcloth between your legs like some poor, medieval woman and chucking it under the bed before he could notice. As for the blood, maybe you play that off due to his relentless sex drive-

*knock knock knock*

“Darling, are you quite alright? I’m beginning to fear you may have been sucked down the pipe HAHA!”

Shit- you’re out of time. Medieval blood rag it is then. “S-sorry! I’ll be right out!”

The moment you emerged from the bathroom you were pinned to the wall; Alastor used his arms to cage you in against his chest. He bent down to bury his nose into your hair, breathing your scent in. A deep rumble vibrated through his chest sending a shiver up your spine as he began rubbing his cheeks from your chin to your temple; his scent causing your knees to shake, you had almost completely forgotten the rag you were hiding under your thin nightgown.

You stiffened when he moved to walk you back to the bed, squeezing your thighs together to keep the cloth in place. Thankfully he sat you down on the edge and moved behind you so he could rub the knots out of your back and shoulders.

“My poor doe, what has you so tense?”

“Tense? I’m not tense, why would I be tense?” Smooth. Hiding things was really never your forte.

“You really ought to work on your poker face Cher, but you’ll never be able to hide things from me regardless. Now what is it?”He stops his ministrations and grips your shoulders, angling you to the side as he looks at you over your shoulder.

You sit there gaping at him like a fish, warring with yourself over if you should just come clean. You knew what he wanted wasn’t even possible, but you still felt like you were letting him down. You didn’t want to face his disappointment at the news.

“Darling, please just tell me what’s the matter. If it’s anything within my power to fix you know I’ll do just that. Come now, this stress isn’t good for the fawn.”, Alastor replied as he rested a palm on your lower stomach making you jump up as if it burned.

“I got my period!” You unceremoniously blurted, face going tomato red.

One moment turned to two then to a dozen as you and Alastor stared at each other. You finally had to expel the breath you didn’t even know you were holding, your whole body deflating.

“You…are menstruating?”, he finally broke the deafening silence.

“Yea, it just started today.” You watched as he slumped over, elbows on his knees, eyes staring down at the floor. “How…? What did I do wrong?”

Your heart shattered and you surged forward, kneeling in front of him and lifting his head in your hands so he had to look at you. “You did NOTHING wrong my love! I know you are in rut, and your brain is telling you that a child is what you want but it’s just not possible dearest. I was hoping that my period would wait until after your rut, I’m so sorry.” You pulled him fully into your embrace, one arm locked firmly around his back and the other scratching lightly at his undercut your forehead resting against his. “Even though a child is not in our future- I love you more than there are stars in a night sky.”

Alastor hummed and wrapped his arms around your waist, “And I love you more than the brightest smile could convey. Apologies my dear, it seems my first rut spent with my mate altered my brain chemistry a tad more than I expected. I’m sorry if I startled you.”

You giggled and gently peppered his face in kisses, “No worries hun, it was honestly kind of sweet.” He let out a scoff “Darling, need I remind you that I am The Radio Demon? Why I hardly believe sweet is in my vocabulary!”

“Ah, there you are Al! Feeling better?” You give him a smirk before pressing your lips to his. “Much, thank you! Now, as much as I’d love to get back to my work…” he maneuvered you to sit across his lap “I suppose I can wait just a bit longer in order to show you my sincerest gratitude for your company this month.”

As if on cue- this is hell after all- the damn rag fell to the floor due to your sudden change of position. You’d forgotten you even had it! Alastor glanced down at the red-smeared cloth and then back at your mortified face with a raised brow.

“You know what? I’m not even going to dignify this with an explanation. Let me go get a proper feminine hygiene product and I’ll be right back!” Alastor chuckled but let you up. Before you made it to the door he spoke “Oh Darling? Do take your sanitary apron with you!”

You barely had time to turn around before the bloody cloth hit your chest. You childishly flipped him off, earning another chuckle, before closing the door. Next year you are so asking Charlie for birth control pills to skip your period.

[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝒞𝐻 ؛ 𝓀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ﾉ noncon ﾉ bullying ﾉ pussy wedgie ﾉ wedgie ﾉ fondling ﾉ pussy inspecting ﾉ public indecency ﾉ humiliation ﾉ profanity

Bully Bakugou and how poorly he treats everyone around him.

He’ll shoulder barge and shove his way through the halls in between periods, curling his lip into a snarl if anyone dares address him as he stamps on their toes. He’ll wring his bag straps in between his sweaty palms, intimidating on lookers when they see tendrils of smoke billowing from the charred material, evidence of his brewing temper. The significantly weaker students fall prey to his avarice, cowering in fear as he picks them up from their ankles and shakes them like fish in a bag, chuckling with a “thought ‘cha said you didn’t have any on ya’?” as dimes of silver and bronze bounce out of their pockets and onto the floor. He doesn’t need their lunch money, he’s got plenty of cash, but he just can’t help himself from laughing when he drops the poor things right on their heads, brushing his hands clean of them as they cry out when their skulls meet the concrete with a cack.

In class, he’s no better. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not stupid by any means. In fact, he’s top of the class in most of his lessons, academically at least. But as always with Bakugou, when things get too easy, he gets bored. And when he gets bored, he gets destructive. Spit balls become scrunched up paper, then pencils, then mechanical pens, then compasses. It’s only until he inevitably gets scolded for almost impaling somebody from behind does he blow up. Swearing isn’t uncommon, along with the snark and name calling. On most occasions he’ll exit with a dramatic push of his chair, chucking it onto the floor before slamming the door shut, storming out with a murmured “fuckin’ old cunt” before flinging his bag against the lockers with a resounding clang, while he waits to be escorted to withdrawal.

Excluding his tight knit group of close friends, most tend to steer clear of the abrasive blonde in fear of losing their heads.

Apart from you, of course

He finds you to be a funny little thing. Like a mouse up against a bear when you turn to yell at him, cussing him out in front of everyone when he smushes you up against the wall during transition. The first time, he was only stunned. Shocked, to say the least. That one, somebody had actually dared stand up to him. And two, that that somebody happened to be a teensy little pipsqueak in a skirt and knee high socks.

He’s intrigued by you from the get go, wanting to know who you are, where you’re from, why he’s never seen you before. And soon enough, that interest begins to twist into something a little more than dangerous. Passionate, if you will.

A pattern arises, a schedule that he rarely deviates from. At break, he’ll elbow you into the lockers with a snide remark about your appearance. Lunch, he’ll barge his way into the food line, conveniently just a place ahead of you, always turning with a harsh side-eye when he picks up on your croons and complaints. After school, you’d write as the worst. An inconvenience that his route is not too different from yours. The jeers and shouts always come, along with the trash and rocks getting kicked up at your knees. And sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly devilish .. He’ll touch you.

He’ll touch you in all those harsh ways, grab your shoulder, ball the hem of your skirt in his greasy fists before hooking a thick, beefy bicep around your neck as you splutter. Whispering with hot, smoke ridden breaths into your ear as you scratch at the expensive watch clasped around his tanned wrist.

“Hey, squirt.”

“What do you want now, Bakugou? I need to go home.” You push at his arm, your feet clashing beneath you as your soles slip and slide over his shoes, rolling your ankles with uneven footing.

The rickety brush of gravel fills the otherwise desolate drive, a sound you’ll forever associate with moments like these.

“Yeah, I know. I gotta’ talk to you ‘bout summin’ first though.” His chest puffs against your shoulders, the sharp scent of sandalwood cleansing your nostrils with it’s acidity.

“What?”

He spins you around, face to face and toe to toe, looking down on you despite the fact you’ve had him by the balls since day one. “Fuck was that look today?”

“What?” You sound like a broken record at this point, still with that same dumbfounded and foolish expression, the one where your brows curl and your mouth gapes. He tells you you look stupid like that, but god knows it’s the most adorable little face he’s ever seen.

“That bitchy little side-eye you gave me in math.”

“I didn’t side-eye you.” This time, it’s your turn to barge him. Shoving past with a grimace as you swing your bag onto your other shoulder, making haste — only to be swept back again.

“Oh yes you fuckin’ did.”

Your bag is torn off of your back, left swinging between his fingers.

“Hey, give it back!”

In a split second decision, you lunge at him. Like a panther, you pounce, scratching and clawing at the brawny arm that shields you from your belongings.

He drops it on the floor in favour of grabbing you by the hair, bending you over and bowing you down until your forehead meets the pavement, digging loose stones into your skin. You look like a dog baying for scraps, crumpled at his feet by the scruff of your neck. His calloused digits squeeze the delicate tendons in your neck, making you yelp out a squeal.

“Now, listen here you little shit.” He squats down over you, the baggy pouch of his crotch practically resting atop your head. “Next time I see you give me a filthy fuckin’ look like that, I’ll punch your fuckin’ lights out. Got it?”

His words are spat with venom and sharpened to a point, giving no room for disagreement.

“Mhm.”

You assume this is your cue to get up, poising yourself on your hands and knees — up until an odd, tightening sensation tears through your middle. You squawk, snapping your head up with wide eyes like a skittish rabbit as the plain of your panties thins into a skinny strip, sinking into the pudge of your pussy lips and wrapping around your clit. The stringy fabric digs all the way into your crack, kissing the entrance of your scrunched asshole and creaking as Katsuki’s fists rips it up past the small of your back.

“Bakugou!” You shriek, already with two hands flailing and swatting at his arm behind you

He only smirks, trapping you in the confines of your own underwear as he pinches the hem of your skirt up. “Well, wouldja’ look at that.” He gives a low, prolonged whistle at the sight of your plush mound twitching and quivering around the crotch of your panties. “I always wondered what kind of pussy lips you had. Turns out, you’ve got the cute kind.” He snorts when you wail, legs quivering around his wrist as he pulls on one of your labia. “Very pretty little cunt you got there, huh squirt?”

“Ow, ow, ow! Bakugou, stop!” You yip, hopping up and down to ease the burn as he tugs on the waistband of your pants clutched in his fist, stringing you along like a puppet as the searing cotton rubs through the valley of your quim, pushing back and forth over your throbbing hole and clitty. He watches in awe, his mouth agape as he cocks his head like a curious child playing with a toy train, invigorated by the way your puffy slit contorts and flares.

After growing bored, he relents, letting the stretched elastic snap back against your hips.

“Remember what I said, yeah?”

You don’t hear him, to concerned with plucking the drenched piece of distorted fabric out of your nether regions.

“Hey.” He smacks the back of your head. “Remember what I fuckin’ said, yeah?“

“Ouch, yes.” You snap, soothing where his rendition of a “tap” nearly left a dent in your skull, leaning to pick your now scuffed backpack up off the ground.

“Good.” He checks his phone with a sigh, then his watch, before sauntering past. Shoulder barging you once again as though nothing had ever happened. “See you ‘round, bitch face.”

“Prick.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing..”

[atxxokirina]

Unspoken Words PT. 2 — (18+ MDNI)

Neteyam x Mute fem Metkayina reader

part one here

contains: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, dom Neteyam, p in v, degrading, tummy buldge, oral (f receiving), creampie, very slight aftercare

author's note! (italic is used to symbolize when you, Neteyam, or anyone else are using sign language)

Your eyes flutter open, the bright sun shining through your Marui waking you. You look your your right, seeing Neteyam's body sprawled out on the cot, your head rested on his arm as it was wrapped around you. Carefully, you lift his arm over you, placing it back down softly to ensure that he stays sleeping. You stood up and stretched your limbs, quietly yawning as you keep your eye on Neteyam laying on his back, mouth wide open as he snores.

Since it's early, you figure you might as well get something to eat while you still can. Grabbing your gear, you throw it around your shoulder and give your mate a tiny kiss on the cheek before leaving. "See you soon, my love."

You make your way to the water, stepping in knee deep as you scope out for fish, readying your catching net just in case. As you continued to carefully examine the clear water, your eye catches something. A fully blue fish with with multicolored fins, floral flushed orange and yellow. You throw out the net, scooping it up and holding it to your face as you studied it's properties.

It was an interesting shape to say the least, large pincher's at it's mouth, while it kept an oval-like shape. Sloapek. You don't see these around too often, but you're happy to have caught it for you and your mate.

As you were traveling back to the common square, you hear a faint calling of your name. "Y/n!" Your ears twitch back, looking around, but you still didn't see anyone. That was, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around in an instant, you're met with Tsireya who's beaming at you."Tsireya, hello! It's nice to see you." You sign, smiling wide as your tail stills in content.

"It is nice to see you too, y/n! You are never out this early, is everything alright?" She asks, concern written all over her face. You nod. "I am fine. I just wanted to get something for Neteyam and I, see?" You hold up the net and her face drops in awe. "Sloapek!? Oh, I'm so jealous! I never see them anymore!" You held back a giggle as she spoke, nodding with a pleased look on your face. "You must have worked hard for this, I'm proud of you!" You awkwardly smile, knowing that it took you less then 2 minutes. "I should get back to Neteyam. He's might be missing me right about now."

"Oh, mhm! See you later, y/n!" You wave before going back to your Marui. As you approach the entrance, you get a glimpse of Lo'ak inside, he's sitting on your cot while Neteyam stands. As you were about to step in, you hear one of them speak.

"So, does she really not talk?" Lo'ak asked Neteyam.

"I mean, no. Not really.. She speaks with her hands."

"Shit, man. That's so weird.. how do you guys fuck?" You winced at his words, feeling shameful for yourself. "I don't know how you do it bro." He chucked.

"Don't say that." Neteyam defends. "..and we don't fuck, honestly. I don't know how to tell her and, plus, I don't wanna hurt her." He playfully scoffed, folding his arms. In all honesty, you wanted to expirience such things with him, but you never had the courage to ask. Your relationship consisted of pristine love, and though you have been together for a few months, neither of you made a move.

Not wanting to hear any more, you finally walk in. Greeting Lo'ak with a small head bow as you set down your net. Giving your mate with a short, but passionite kiss. "Y/n, hey baby." He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Hey y/n." Lo'ak mumbled. "I'm gonna get going but, it was nice to see you- y/n. And, talk to you later bro." Before leaving, he pulls his brother into a breif handshake. "Tell her." He whispers in Neteyam's ear, gone right after.

Neteyam's body flushes with anxiousness, rubbing his hands together. You took the rest of your gear off, wrapping your coiled curls into a low ponytail and bending down to reach for the fish that sat in the net. "Wait, before you do that-" Neteyam starts. You freeze in your position, turning your head to look at him and holding your palm out. "What is it?" His mouth opens and closes before speaking. "Y/n, are you.. a virgin? Like, have you ever had sex before?" A lump formed in your throat as you gulp. You weren't quite sure what to say, you didn't really want to answer him. "No." You avoid eye contact, looking down as you go back to your standing position. "I have not."

Neteyam seemed taken aback by your response, his lips quivered for a moment. "Do you, want to?" He blurts out

You instantly shot him a look, the breath you had being sweeper from your lungs. A part of you wanted to. So badly.. but the other part was petrified of how it might turn out. Would it hurt you? Would you hurt him? What if you do something wrong? He holds your chin with his two fingers, turning your head to him as he stares down at you.

"I'll make it easy for you.. we can even go slow, how about that?" His melodic tone filled your ears, practically making you melt before him. You blink a few times, feeling like your heart was going to shoot out of your chest. He was patient with your response, letting you take your time before making this important decision. Hesitantly, you nod. He smiles and kisses your forehead. "Great," he starts. "You'll feel so good, I promise, okay?" Neteyam kisses you again. "Okay" Even though it was sign, he could tell that you were still scared. He reassures you by pulling you into a hug, you buried your head in his chest.

The scent he gave off never failed to chill your nerves. "I love you, y/n. I would never do anything to hurt you, okay?" He softly pulls back by your shoulders, facing down. You held a hand up, closing your middle finger, but keeping your pink, index, and thumb up. "I love you too."

"I have to get to my training session, but I will be back at eclipse." He ruffles your hair, earning a warm smile from you as he rushed out of the Marui.

Several hours have passed. It's almost eclipse and you can't stop your anxiety from building. You pace around the room, trying to take deep breaths and focus on anything else, but it was damn near impossible. You sit down as your mind raced, nervously fiddling with your hands. Closing your eyes, you inhale through your nose and exhale with your mouth. After a few huffs, your rushing heart starts to slow down. You lay back now, sighing and looking at your ceiling. And just as you started to relax, "Hey baby.." You ears perked at the deep voice your hear. Sitting up on your elbows, you try to smile, Neteyam sets his gear down, slowly walking toward your small frame. There's a certain look in his eye, it's dark, and it scares you.

He climbs onto the cot, hovering over you. "Are you ready for me?" He says lowly, and you can almost feel his arousal. You nod twice, slight fear in your expression. Neteyam brings his head down to your chest, tugging at your top with his teeth, causing you to shudder. "Don't be scared," He licks a stripe and your breath hitches. "It's just me." Right after saying that, he tears your top with his fangs, your pupils dilate in shock. He was an entirely different person.

He snakes his hand up to your hard nipples, squeezing your right bud as he spit on your left one, toungue circling your areola. You close your eyes, soft pleasure begins to overcome you. You've never had the urge to make a sound until now, you don't want to, but it's almost impossible to control. "H-hmh.." You mewl. Neteyam notices and his ear twitches, you felt his grin as he continues to suckle on your tits. He now brought his hand down to your loincloth, rubbing your cunt through the fabric as he grazes the formed wet spot. "Already so wet, hm? Such a good girl." He hums, words vibrating your sensitive nipples. Expertly, he unties his own, throwing it off. He comes up from your breasts, and you're met with his large, dark blue cock. Purple veins protruding as it twitches for more. It almost looks.. painful?

Your eyes were wide. "You can touch it, it's okay baby." He reassures. You slowly reach out to his member with your index finger, the second you touch the tip, it twitches again. You quietly gasp, he chuckled at your reaction. "That's how it reacts, pretty. Don't worry." He cupped your cheek, kissing your lips with desire. "Take this off for me", he tugs at the waistband of your loincloth. You comply, lifting your hips to untie it, trying to ignore your shakey hands.

Neteyam shimmy's your cloth down, bringing his head to your wet and glistening heat with a deep inhale. He slides his finger up your folds. "Mm.. so fucking wet baby, I think you're ready for me, wouldn't you say so?" He teases, scissoring you open with his digits as he makes out with your clit. Pleasure overwhelms you, hips subconsciously bucking up to him as you held back your noises, but he could fainty hear you. "Yeah? You speak now, hm?" Your eyes squeeze shut as his pace quickens, now shoving his two fingers inside of you and pumping them with a fast pace. "Uh huh.." You quietly whimper, he feels more than accomplished at the dirty sounds you make. "That's fucking right baby", he curls his digits, massaging your spongey walls, earning a gasped "Nghh!" from you. "Juust like that." He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean with a pop.

Neteyam pulls your hips toward him, fisting his cock a couple times before aligning it with your entrance. He notices the twang of worry in your face. "You'll love this baby, I'll make you scream my fucking name." He promised. It made you quite nervous, but nonetheless, you nod at him and close your eyes. Without warning, his fat cock is forcing it's way inside of you, inch by inch, knocking the wind from your lungs.

Your eyes flew open, mouth agape at the feeling. He grunts, enjoying the way your delicious pussy is wrapped around him. "Mhmm, yeah.." Neteyam moaned while grinding his hips into you. "Am I making you feel good? Huh?" He growls. You can't sign, and you can't respond in any way. He uses this to his advantage, pulling out and plunging himself back into you, a loud and long moan escapes from your mouth, he smirks as he pumps his cock upward, hitting your sweet spot. Every. Time.

You squeeze your eyes shut, quietly cursing and whining under your breath. "Fuck! Oh fuck, Neteyam.." You repeat with a quiet breath, followed up by another moan, unknowingly making such lewd noises. "You can do better than that." He groans, fucking you faster as the sounds of your bodies coming together filled the room. "Hmmmh, so good! Sosososo g-ood.." You whimper, no longer caring about whether or not you speak, you just need him. More than you ever have before.

You wrappes your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. "More. I need you." You mewl. "Beg." He demanded, slowly fucking up into you. "P-please.. Nete.. yam." You moaned, "I want you, I want you! S-so fucking bad!" You cry out, breath shaky. "That's what I wanna hear." He huffs, pace increasing gradually. Your pussy clenches around him, exuding wet squelching noises. You whine, begging for something, but you don't know what.

He fucking loves the way you've let go. The intimacy and tension is building between the two of you. He scoffs at how you're still trying to supress your moans, as if you weren't just begging him to fuck you harder a minute ago. "Cmon, let me hear you." He thrusts harder, looking down at your tummy to see his cock poking out with each thust me makes. "Don't try to be all quiet now, you're not so innocent as I thought, huh? You're still a slut. A nasty slut who just needed to be fucked like this, aren't you?" You whine, moans coming out even when you try to stop.

He grabs your hand, placing it on your stomach. "Look at it", he grunts, holding your hand on the reappearing buldge. You watch the way his cock made contact with your tummy, pressing down on it at every chance you get. You felt so incredibly full, each pump in your pussy leaving you breathless. "Mmm.." Neteyam moans through gritted teeth. "Yeah. Keep your hand right there, don't you dare fucking move it." You whimper in response, tears forming in your eyes from the pleasure.

An unfamiliar feeling forms around your core. Your muscles tighten as you feel light. "Uhh! Nete- Neteyam.. I feel weird", You whine, pleading for him to stop whatever he was doing to make your body react this way. "Shh, shh, shh, baby, it's f-fine." His hips staggered inside of you. You truthfully felt like you had to pee. This can't be right. The feeling grew stronger, you can't control your body in it's essance anymore. You need something, some kind of relief. It's building up and it won't stop. "Ngghhh, more! Fuck! Harder, faster!" You moaned, fucking yourself up again him. He picks you up, holding your ass and making you straddle him as his hips slammed back into you. Making you scream and cry in pleasure as you meet his thrusts.

"Almost. Almost, almost, almost", you repeat like a mantra. "Me too baby. Fffuckk, I'm almost there. Gonna paint your insides, give you my seed." Neteyam gracefully moans, it was music to your ears. Suddenly, your pussy clenches around him. Way tighter than before. You gasp and wince. "Ah! Neteyammm!!" You moan your mates name, squeezing your arms around him. Just in time, he stops his movements all together, bursting his warm load inside of you with a low sigh, followed by another small thrust. You felt a heat form in your womb, pure bliss as he filled you up.

Your body goes limp, falling back down on the cot and curling up into yourself. Feeling worn out, like all of your energy had been drained from you. Out of breath, Neteyam lays beside you, gently running his hands across your curves. "You okay baby? You're not hurt or anything?" He checks. You answer with a quiet hum. He turns your face to him, pecking your lips as he briefly glanced down at your cunt, looking at his cum slightly pouring out.

He sighs in content. "Come, let's go get you cleaned up." He stands from the cot and slips his loincloth back on, then bending down to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he secures you "I'm tired, Teyam.." You mumble quietly. "It's alright, I'll take care of you. Just rest." He reassures, tone soothing and low as he brings you to a secluded cave to clean you up.

[halaboyz]

that and then, wooyoung

stranger! ateez wooyoung x gn! reader it's not angst i swear! it's fluff ^^ i think it falls under love at first sight? i'm not too sure about that wc: 2.1k warnings: food; no more that i know of a/n: brainrot brainrot brainrot (literally)

"I'm sorry, but your flight is delayed until tomorrow morning, and we can't find a way to reimburse you neither with hotel accommodations," You sigh, massaging your temple.

"Does that even make sense?"

"Does that even make sense?!" You and the guy on the other side of the control table ask (read: he shouted) at the same time, making you whip your head to his side.

He's just as stressed as you, yes.

Okay, maybe him a bit more.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait for a few more hours," The staff apologetically smiles, handing you back your passport.

You just nod defeatedly, heading to the near seats and to look ridiculously at the man almost shouting at the staff.

"As if the staff could control the weather..." You whisper, and almost immediately the man sighs, shakes his head and gets his passport. When he turns around, he meets your what's with this man-face, which you immediately straighten out and try to avert your gaze somewhere else.

You get your book from your bag and try to read a paragraph, when you realize the man was walking to your side of seat. You internally roll your eyes, holding back a sigh.

After minutes of silence, he forcefully lets out a small cough.

"I'm not that kind of person, you know." You hear, and you first look around to see if he was talking to someone else. When you meet his eyes, you ask if he was talking to you. "Yes, you. I was already running late for my plans on the other side of the world, and now I'm stuck for a few more hours now."

"Ah," You smile, nodding and chuckling awkwardly.

"Is your flight delayed too? Heard we said the same thing a while ago."

What an extrovert.

"Yes, until tomorrow morning." You answer shortly, trying to end the conversation by sticking your nose to your book.

"And your hotel?"

"Cannot be provided."

"Do you want to roam around with me?" He asks straightforwardly, having a poker face with him.

"Hmm- What?" You jerk from your seat, almost agreeing to what the weird man was suddenly offering.

"Roam around. Night's alive around here. We're stuck anyway. Would you want to go with me?"

You look around to see if there was someone else hearing this absurdity, which to there was none. When he senses your urgency, he chuckles.

"I'm actually a very fun person to be with, thank you very much. I'm Wooyoung," He shows you his passport, and lets you keep it. "I'm giving you that to assure you. I swear I'm not up to anything. Just fun, I mean that like... fun. F-U-N."

He makes you scoff, and you actually think about it. Like he said, you were stuck anyway. Even though you were an introvert, there was no way in hell you'd stay there sitting for eight hours.

"Okay." You agree, "And I would very much keep this for safety reasons." You chuck his passport to the deepest part of your handbag.

After keeping your luggage on the lockers, you head out with the man.

"I don't think I've gotten your name," He smiles, and you introduce yourself. "Do you want to go to the near night market? They have the best fish cakes I have ever tasted." You chuckle at his exaggeration, following him as he guided you with his blabbering.

He was indeed a very fun person to be with.

And it was indeed the best fish cakes.

You burst out laughing when his excitement caused him to burn his tongue, pointing at his redder part of the tongue.

"Now I can't taste anything!" He sulks, letting the ice of the juice he just bought stay in his tongue.

"Whoever told you to eat that fast," You chuckle, finishing another stick in front of him. "I give it to you, these are the best." You mock his exaggeration, throwing the stick. He pouts and looks back at the stall, stomping.

"I thought I won't have the time to go here, but when I had, I burnt my tongue," He angrily whispers, throwing the now empty cup.

His burnt tongue didn't stop him from having dessert, though. The delight he had on his face when he had tiramisu was so... lovable. He looked like a man going back to being a kid, pointing every stall with the food he loved.

"You're not a kid, are you?" You suddenly question him, stopping him mid-bite of his tiramisu. "I don't want to go back as a kidnapper,"

"Did you not look at my passport or something?" He unbelievably gawks at you, shaking his head.

"Ah, right." You nod dumbly, laughing at yourself. You hear him giggle anyway, and it gives you the butterflies.

Oh god, please no.

You shake your head to reality, slapping yourself internally.

As if he wasn't feeling the same. He's been slapping himself (lightly, physically, without you seeing it) if he caught himself smiling while looking at you.

He only met you three hours ago, come on.

Wait, "Three hours?!" He screams, looking at his phone, and his watch, and your phone, and your watch, and the clock ticking on one of those biggest buildings- yes, it has been three hours.

"Oh, yeah. It's been." You nod, confirming it with your watch. You've been keeping watch of the time, wanting to make the most out of it by enjoying every bit. You pout, him reminding you that yes, again, it has been three hours.

And now three hours and thirty minutes.

"Did you run out of places to go?" You chuckle, feeling the cold night air pass through your face. "I have one, should we?"

Wooyoung instinctively nods away, knowing he'd be good as long as he's with you anyway.

You guide him with a smile, knowing that with the personality he has been showing you, he was going to like the place you're going.

A carnival.

You knew today was going to be its last day, so it was going to last until the morning.

It was... enjoyable.

Seeing unusual costumes paraded and games played, you've never seen a man shine so bright when he smiles, when he (he does) squeals, and jumps and everything he does, and most importantly, never seen a man look at you with those eyes.

Those eyes.

And you have never fallen in love that fast.

Are you in love?

"Hey... I think we need to leave to the airport by now," Now, you were left with two hours. The sky was starting to lighten, the moon starting to and trying to between clearing clouds.

"One last game," He grabs your arm, and starts god knows what he's doing. Wriggling and stomping and pouting and whining. "That card game over there looks fun, ah, please..."

"Fine, fine. It won't hurt." He drags you around hand in hand, and you heave a breath. Not because you were out of it because he was running dragging you with him, but because of how you wanted his hand on yours for a longer time.

"You play it simply guessing what the card is stuck on your forehead. You can do it for ten minutes, thank you."

When the staff leaves, you look at the stacked cards in front of you, being dumbfounded that you had to pay ten dollars for that.

Well, what's a carnival without a scam.

You burst into a fit of giggles, getting the cards and shuffled it. "Looks fun, one said."

Okay- he didn't expect that the game was going to be this simple. He really, really just wanted more time to enjoy with you.

He'd spend every penny he has on his wallet now just to be with you a second longer.

"Let's just start the game," You chuckle, pushing his fringe aside to stick the card to his forehead. When you're done, you laugh at his deadpanned face. "What? You wanted it! Now stick one on mine."

He does the same with your hair, pushing it aside for the card to stick on.

"You know, I really enjoy tonight. I regret even shouting at the staff earlier for delayed flights." He starts, sweetly arranging your hair back. "I did not regret a second."

"I did." You crane your neck, hissing. His face drops in worry, because he thought you were enjoying it as much as he did.

"With what? Oh my god, I'm so sorry... we can leave now if you want!" Wooyoung scurries to leave the tent, but you immediately pull him back.

"I was joking! The only waste was your money going down the drain for this shitty card game," You explain, laughing at him. "I enjoyed tonight too, Mr. Wooyoung. It was a pleasure meeting you too."

You both knew this, whatever this was, but individually you discretely called it love, was short-lived.

Although you both wanted it to be for long, you both want to be each other's side for longer, no one was uttering anything out. You avoided the topic like a plague.

"How do we even guess it... without asking straightforward questions like what the shape or number is..." Wooyoung whispers, and you immediately burst into laughter. A big one.

When you were back at home, laughter came to you like a blue moon. With him, it was easy.

He laughs when you laugh, both leaning to each others shoulders naturally to catch up on your breaths for a whole good 5 minutes.

Because really, how would you do it?

"Is it the shape of a star?" Wooyoung asks, and you gawk at him.

"A diamond is not a star, Wooyoung!" You lecture, pointing at him.

"Okay! Then it's not a diamond... Let me guess now! I think it's two of spades!"

"That's unfair! I blurted out a hint!"

"That wasn't a hint at all, you were just lecturing me! So I guessed it wasn't a diamond so I'm left with what, spades! And you said it was an even number, the first even number was 2 so I guessed that! Just admit it, I'm lucky,"

"Fine! Whatever," You pout, putting the cards down and getting the one on your forehead. "Mine was a joker?!"

"...would like to call on passengers of ATZ-1117, you may now start heading to gate 8. We would like to apologize once more for the delay of flights. Again, Airline KQ would like to call on passengers of..."

"That's my flight!" You hurry, scurrying to your shared locker as you hear your flight being called the moment you step inside the airport.

"That's your flight?" Wooyoung softly asks, helping you with your things.

"Airline KQ would now like to call on passengers of ATZ-1024, you may now start heading to gate 18. We would like to apologize once more for the delay of flights. Again..."

"And that's mine." Wooyoung sighs, and you stop to memorize his features.

He fiddles with the handle of his luggage, and you muster the courage to cup his face.

"When time permits, we'll meet again." You smile at him, handing him his passport back. "It was fun. I enjoyed a lot, Woo."

He cups your cheeks back, and lands your forehead a kiss.

"We'll see each other again." You pat his back, urging a hug to which he allows. A tight one.

Before he breaks it off, he leans his forehead with yours. mesmirizing the last minutes he has with you before parting ways.

"Wooyoung... I'm sorry,"

"Right. If you don't leave now, I don't think you would, ever. I wouldn't let you," He leaves your forehead another kiss, and finally letting you go.

Except your hand.

He takes another good look at you and smiles, knowing that he'll find you in time.

He hopes he does. He prays he does.

"I'll see you when I do," You smile, and you start stepping back. You give his hand a good grip before finally tearing it apart, turning around with one last smile.

You had a job application to catch up to.

You had to stop yourself from looking back because once you do, you knew you were doomed.

And he had to watch you walk away first before he does, because god knows how wide open his arms would be once you look back and decide to jump back into his arms again.

But yet again, you don't. So he sharply inhales and turns around as well, delving to the reminiscing moments with you in his mind.

He remembers, he had his wedding to attend to.

[ahbts]

Kinktober day 10: Jegulus - Praisekink || NSFW || words: 1041 || Tags: double praise kink - older Jegulus - blowjob - anal sex (day 22 of @jeguluskinktoberr )

James looks up at Regulus from where he is laying between his legs, cock in his mouth and spit on his chin from the last good ten minutes he has been sucking his husband off.

The loss of contact makes Regulus look down and find James smiling up at him. Having been married for more than twenty years makes it easy for Regulus to decipher what James is fishing for and his emerald eyes twinkle playfully when they meet James’.

“You've been so good, Jamie, the way you suck my cock is unmatched,” Regulus cooes as he pushes himself up on his elbows so he can look down more easily. James feels the hot tingle of the words crawl up his spine and he leans down to continue what he had been doing.

A well-earned moan leaves Regulus’ lips, and James looks up to find his husband with his head thrown back and his legs spread even wider. “Oh you're so amazing James, I want more of it, anything your prefect fucking body can give me.”

James deepthroats Regulus as he lets the praise settle into his bones. His hands caresse the inside of Regulus’ thigh and dip to the inside before pushing so Regulus’ legs fall open even a bit more and automatically up as well, exposing himself to James’ minstartions.

“Want to make you feel good, love,” James tells Regulus as he pop's off his cock and kisses down his balls. “Want to hear your words and moans and everything else that would come out of your pretty mouth, you will take it so well.”

Regulus gasps and shuffles down in a gesture for James to get on with it, which he happily does. With the first strokes of his tongue he hears Regulus groan softly and a ‘fuck, so good’ thrown his way.

It's easy to get a finger into the man as he is already very relaxed. James curls it in the exact right way while keeping up his kisses and licks.

“God Jamie, yes, your fingers are the second best thing to have ever filled me,” Regulus groans, reaching down to wind his hands in James’ hair, the greying streaks in them reminding James every time he looks at himself of how quick time is passing.

“Yeah? Need something else sweetheart?” James asks, feeling his heartbeat quicken as he meets the blazing emerald green that's looking at him with nothing but love.

“Please,” Regulus begs, letting go of James’ hair so he can come up to kiss him. The soft lips James knows so well greet him greedily, and he devours him while Regulus’ hand reaches down and strokes James to a point of panting.

“If you want me to fuck you, you should stop because those hands of you make me insane,” James growls into Regulus’ ear as he kisses down his neck, biting softly and leaving marks all he likes.

“Says you,” Regulus counters, but he halts his movement so James can maneuver himself under Regulus. He grins up at his husband and Regulus just smiles in return. “Is your back still hurting?”

“No,” James shakes his head honestly, “I just want to see you ride me.”

Regulus laughs as he suffles down a bit, his hand reaching for the lube and spreading it on James’ cock as well as his hole. “Oh, is that so?” He asks, lowering himself to grind his lubed arse onto James’ stiff erection. “How come?”

“Because you are ethereal, and I love you, and you look fucking amazing for a fifty year old.”

“Forty-nine,” Regulus corrects him as he sits up on knees and grabs onto James so he can spear himself onto his cock. “Not there yet.”

James can't not focus on the feeling of Regulus around him but tries as he laughs and retorts. “One more week, love.”

“Ssst, I'm in denial,” Regulus chuckes, leaning down while settling on James’ cock and rocking slowly to kiss his husband sweetly. “We're not going to talk about that right now,” he states, whispering against James’ lips. “Right now, I'm going to ride you like I am still twenty and just discovering your body.”

“You still look like it,” James smiles, squeezing Regulus’ hips as the man sits up and starts moving himself up and down slowly.

“Liar,” Regulus laughs, which turns into a moan as he moves down.

“I would never,” James groans, bucking his hips up to meet Regulus’ movements down. “You are so gorgeous, so gracefull and even the popping of your knees is a beautiful sound.”

In retalliation, Regulus plants his hands on James’ chest and makes himself move quick, letting James slip in and out in such a rapid rate he can only moan and gasp while Regulus uses him for his own pleasure.

“Oh god, Jamie you feel so good,” he moans, falling forward onto James chest as his legs start shaking. James keeps up his trusting, proving Regulus’ point. “You are so good for me.”

“You take me so well, love,” James sighs in contentment as he feels his orgasm approach. “Let me take care of you.”

They flip, Regulus resting on his back now and James propped up on his knees as he slides back in, taking Regulus’ aching cock in his hands. “So fucking beautiful,” he tells him and Regulus groans loudly.

“Jamie, James I will come, keep talking,” Regulus tells him and James obeys, leaning forward and kissing Regulus’ neck while he strokes him and keeps up his thrust.

“You are so tight, god you feel amazing, I will not hold on for long, love, please come for me,” James tells him, his thrusts getting more sloppy and he feels Regulus thicken under his hand.

“Fuck, shit. So fucking good,” Regulus gasps before arching his back and spilling over James’ hand.

“God look at that,” James tells him, admiring the man he loves so dearly. “You're devine.”

The clenching of Regulus around his cock makes James colapse into his own climax and he falls on top of his husband with a satisfied moan.

“Good boy,” Regulus cooes as his hand glides through James’ hair. He snuggles closer and lets himself be englufed by all the love between them.

[sanjoongie]

Marking a Siren

➸Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (f) ➸Au: Merman au ➸Trope: established relationship ➸Genre: smut ➸Rated: 18+, MDNI ➸Word Count: 1,502 ➸Warnings: fish-like anatomy (👀including le penis), scratching/marking (m), fingering (f), oral (f), overstim (f), penetrative sex with no barrier, creampie ➸Summary: Bang Chan allows you the rare opportunity to pin him down and admire his back ➸Dedication: @yoonguurt thank you for this push to write this. I need more of this dimpled man in my life. @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for beta-reading the man who's lap we fall into when we go to hell 😆

You straddled your lovers back, eyes eating up the expanse of the merman’s back. Chan’s tail patiently swooshed in the pool where his lower half was still immersed in the sea water.

“Can I start?” You asked with hesitation lacing your voice. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Chan confirmed with a grunt.

You lightly drew your nails down Chan’s back and he hissed and you withdrew your hands immediately. Chan chuckled below you. “I’ll tell you to stop if it’s bad,” He reassured you.

Instead of drawing your nails down his back, you traced the curves and dips of his muscles with a curious fingertip. It’s not like you've never felt Chan’s back before but having this unlimited access while Chan could do nothing was quite intriguing to you. 

You leaned down to kiss his back, tasting the salt lingering from the sea and the taste of Chan’s skin. The soft, tender kisses soon evolved into sucks and bites and you hummed in pleasure to see the marks that began to litter his skin. 

It wasn’t until you sat further back on Chan’s lower back, that Chan was having issues. The fin that his penis pushed through began to grind into the rock that he was leaning over and you were giving him frustrating pleasure. Not enough to get him anywhere but just enough to get him going. 

By now, you were lost in the act of drawing your nails down Chan’s shoulder blades, licking and biting and enjoying yourself. But Chan’s patience had a limit and it was now.

Quickly, the merman flipped himself, grabbing your body and pinning you between his body and the rock. You gasped but were delighted to find your wrists pinned above your head. 

“That’s enough, sweetheart,” Chan said with a growl.

You felt your body shudder under his rough touch, goosebumps littered over your skin now. “What now?” You said impishly.

“Now you reap what you sow,” Chan grinned.

Your legs pushed open slowly as Chan wiggled his hips, letting out small gasps as his cock pushed its way out of his fin even more. It grew in length along your stomach, his head slightly hooked at the end. It was viscous, excreting a lot of lubricant. You swallowed loudly. 

“Be careful, Chan,” You said in a whisper.

Chan’s sharp teeth threatened your collarbone and you gasped. “I’m always careful with you, sweetheart.”

Chan held his upper body up with his arms, muscles straining with veins. You bent one of your legs to give him better access and his lengthy cock ran along your folds. If you weren’t wet, the lubricant that covered his cock certainly rectified that. You mewled as the wet length of Chan’s cock ran along your clit, back and forth, but Chan simply thrived off your noises.

“Feel good, sweetheart? I’m not even inside of you yet, you’re making such pretty noises for me,” He teased you, voice rough with how turned on he was.

Your fingers ran up his arms, playing with the fins on his forearms, before gripping his shoulders. “I need you in me,” You begged.

Chan tsked at you. “But you said I need to be careful with you!”

You groaned as Chan pushed forward again, his hips working against yours as he smeared his precum all over your pussy but still didn’t enter you. “Chan!” You whined.

Chan lifted his hips to see just what a good job he was doing. “But look how messy your pussy is.”

You felt your skin heat up in embarrassment but soon Chan was chucking your chin and giving you a deep kiss, full of tongue and teeth pulling at your lips. You were lost in the way that his lips seemed to devour you but he wasn’t going to be satisfied until you came for him multiple times tonight, under the bright moon. 

Your orgasm bubbled up and spilled over you as you came from the stimulation of Chan’s lengthy dick along your folds. You moaned into Chan’s mouth and whimpered as he continued to thrust against you. “That’s it, come for me sweetheart, let me drink it all up.”

You thought he meant that metaphorically before he was maneuvering his body so that his head was flush with your lower half and then he licked at your sensitive flesh. Your spine arched, and you cried out “It’s too much!” but until you said your safeword Starfish, Chan was free to do what he pleased. He worried at your mound like he was a starved man. He licked up his precum, along with your desire, making a mess of his own face.

"I love eating this messy pussy," Chan admitted, grinning like he just won the lotto.

Your hand ran through his hair, gripping it harshly. "Chan, please!"

"Okay." Chan shrugged nonchalantly and then worked two fingers into you. He pushed and scissored you until your feet were both braced against the rock, thrusting your hips to meet his fingers. Chan even added that cheeky tongue of his to stimulate your clit.

Your second orgasm is a throaty, rough cry that makes Chan’s dimples pop out on glee. Your chest is heaving, trying to find the ground to stabilize on and beg for his dick once more. Except all that comes out of you are whimpers and whines. Chan chuckled at you. "Surely you don't want another orgasm?"

"I will chop you up and make you into shark bait if you don't fuck me right now!" You threatened darkly.

"Need my dick that bad, sweetheart?" Chan teased, winking at you salaciously.

You see, there was a reason you continued to get fucked by this merman. His dick was very… dexterous, to a degree. Mermen had evolved their cock to be able to move and find the hole of a mermaid and to stay locked there. The hooked cockhead was a part of that but also was the dexterity. The way Chan could move inside of you was the reason for some of the best sex you had ever had. You needed him.

You pulled at Chan’s shoulders and he moved up your body, inch by slow inch, his cock at the same height as your sopping, throbbing hole. You wound your arms around his neck and told him, "I can't have anyone else but you."

Chan looked down at you like you hung the stars in the sky. “You’re all I ever want.”

You both watched as Chan’s cock wriggled its way to your entrance, teasing your hole, before it pushed in. You arched your back, even though Chan’s heavy body pinned you down. Chan grunted as well. The multiple orgasms that he put you through only made your pussy tighter for him, which was also part of the reason he pushed you through so many. 

“Mmm, Chan,” You murmured, your moans muffled by biting down on your lip, “So good, feels so good,” You babbled.

Chan worked his hooked head against the spongy part inside of you, making you gasp and cry out even louder. Your nails found purchase in his back, digging in. Chan continued to wriggle inside of you, sometimes filling you all the way to your womb and sometimes moving back to your g-spot to watch you go dumb for him. Your mouth was permanently open, inwardly focusing on just how good Chan’s dexterous dick was making you feel. 

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me so I can fill you up with my cum,” Chan coaxed you.

“ ‘m gonna come, Chan, please, gonna come for you. Fill me up, fill me--!” A cry ripped past your throat as your third orgasm raced down your nerves, setting everything on fire. 

You could still feel Chan’s cock moving inside of you and then Chan buried himself deep inside of you, hips flush with yours, a victorious grin on his lips. “Take it all, take it all, just for me.” You felt Chan’s cock twitch and fill you, and then some. Chan pulled out, only to watch as your fluttering pussy pushed out some of his cum. Chan took no time at all to push it back in, carefully and accurately, scooping it all up before pressing into your soft walls once again. You cried out for more overstimulation but still ‘starfish’ never left your lips. It wasn’t that Chan wanted to breed you, it was more so that he just enjoyed your whimpers as you simply did whatever he wanted of you.

“Maybe I should let you mark me up more,” Chan teased you, head turning so that he can view all the marks you have left.

You were well-sated and couldn't do anything but nod in agreement.

Chan sat on the rock he had just fucked you on, gathering you in his arms, tail back to swishing contently in the water below. “Poor sweetheart, fucked dumb by a merman’s dick once again.”

“Gimme a few,” You mumbled tiredly, “I can go again.”

Chan chuckled, “That’s my girl.”

[ddejavvu]

Hi! I hope you're doing well! I love everything you write for Aaron Hotchner! I am so in love with this mannnn. I especially love the way you write dfd!hotch and all the lovey Hotch stuff.

So, anyway... in regards to this fic you wrote about aaron x fairy!reader (https://www.tumblr.com/ddejavvu/714841274143948800/fairyreader-with-hotch-hes-somewhere-in-the?source=share)... i am OBSESSED! Could you continue this story? Maybe where the reader and Aaron fall in love, he takes her home (loves on her hehehe) and introduces her to Jack. He would love his magical mum so much, would tell all his classmates..

With Aaron, she would be so cute and innocent and shy 🤭

Anyway, that's just what me and another person in the comments of the fic thought.

Would you consider this for a fic? Mvm or any other day, whenever you find the time, babe.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Sorry for ranting 😬

Love,

Peanut

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

thank you for being so kind! i'm glad you like my writing <333

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"That's him," Aaron stops in Jack's doorway, whispering only loud enough so that you can hear him where you're perched on his shoulder, your hands gripping the collar of his shirt.

You'd stayed settled in his pocket for the jet ride home, which was entirely too loud, and the drive back to his office, but once he'd gotten you into his apartment, you'd fluttered up beside his head.

"He looks cozy," You note, the little boy's cheek pudged up and rosy against his pillow. His blonde hair is mussed slightly, and his fleece dinosaur pajamas are clinging tight to his frame.

"Mhm," Aaron nods, shutting the door behind him as he makes his way down the hall to his own bedroom, "Did it get cold in the forest? How'd you keep warm?"

"Mostly feathers and leaves," You hum, kicking your feet lightly back and forth against his chest, "I never got too cold. Sometimes the wind would pick up, though, and it'd all blow away."

Aaron hums sympathetically, and the hand that's gripping his collar, pressed up against his throat, feels the vibrations. You inch slightly closer to his face, but you're not sure that he notices while he rummages through a dresser drawer of his.

"Okay," He grabs fistfuls of socks, all neatly folded and crisp white, chucking them onto a chair in the corner, "You can sleep here, I'll leave it open if you want to move around."

You flutter into the empty drawer, intent on settling down onto the wood, but his palm slips beneath you just before you can touch the brown material, cupping you in his hand instead.

"Wait," He chuckles, "I'm gonna get padding for you. Did you sleep on the wood of that birdhouse this whole time?"

"Yeah," You shrug, hands braced on his palm while you lay on one hip, staring inquizitively up at him, "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," He assures you, a kind smile on his face as he fishes two t-shirts out of a lower drawer, "It just probably wasn't as comfortable for you as this is about to be."

He settles the shirts into the base of the drawer, putting them side-by-side so that they fill the space completely. They're folded, and add three or four layers of padding for when you'll eventually go to sleep.

"There, and-" He struggles to grab one of the pairs of socks without jostling you in his palm, smoothing out the lumps in the fabric and placing it into the drawer, "How's that for a pillow?"

He doesn't dump you off of his hand like you're worried he will, instead he lets you crawl off of his palm and onto the shirts. You test out the bed he's made for you, noting that the shirts smell a little bit like the forest you'd just left, woodsy and rough. Your head falls gently against the makeshift pillow, and the fabric of his rolled up socks is gentle on your skin. It's softer than anything you'd had available in the forest, even the fluffy feathers from the birds that fluttered through your woods every winter.

"I like it," You wriggle happily over your bedding, snuggling your face into the socks and grinning up at Aaron, "It's really comfy."

"I'm glad," Aaron hums, smiling down at you from where he's standing over your drawer. He looks handsome with a smile on, his face soft and sweet as it looms over your own.

"Aaron," You rise to your knees, reaching for his cheeks with both of your hands, much smaller than the surface area you put them on. His eyes shine, glittering just like your wings as he raises his brows, humming down at you with the softest voice you've ever heard.

"Thank you. For helping me with my house, for taking me with you, for making me comfortable. Just... thank you."

"Of course," He smiles, lashes fluttering as he blinks, "I'm glad I could help you like you helped me."

You flutter your wings in response, shaking some glitter off onto the shirts below you, but you don't mind. They propel you upwards, and you end up face-to-face with Aaron, your lips puckered primly to kiss the tip of his nose.

It's different from the first time you'd done it, more familiar now, but he still blushes just the same. His skin heats up beneath your palms as you thank him for his help, backing away far enough to catch the gaze of his pretty brown eyes.

He reaches for your face next, with only one finger to tilt your chin up. You comply easily, your own eyes shining as he puckers his lips.

His are much bigger than yours, and it's hard to aim for your nose. What he catches is a stripe across your entire face, cheeks and all when he aims for the tip of your nose.

The sensation of his lips over your face makes you giggle, and your laughter spurs on his own. Then you're just giggly together, standing in the dim light of his bedroom, your hands on his cheeks and his finger beneath your chin, laughing an inch from each others faces.

"Goodnight," He bids you, the same lips that had just stamped over your cheeks curving into a smile. You wish him the same, and you miss his presence the second he steps away to change his clothes.

He peeks into your drawer when he gets out of the closet, finding you already bundled up beneath the first layer of one of his shirts, neckline pulled up to your chin. You've shut your eyes, clearly tuckered out from your long day, and he slips under his own blankets with a similar fatigue.

It's only when his light snores begin to fill the room that you open your eyes again, peering carefully over the rim of the drawer you're in. He's flat on his back with one arm thrown over his head, so you flutter across the room to stand carefully on his chest. His breathing is even and he doesn't wake at your presence, which gives you the o-k to sneak a hand beneath the neckline of his shirt, slipping beneath the hem just like you had in your drawer. This t-shirt, the one that he's wearing, smells even more like the forest you'd left, and you wonder if that's just how Aaron smells.

His skin his warm and soft as you lay yourself flat over it, tucked carefully into his neckline and sprawled out over his chest. It's much easier to fall asleep here than it had been on the sock-pillow, but that's no insult to Aaron's laundry-folding abilities. The socks couldn't possibly have produced this same euphoric serenity that's coursing through your veins now as you lay with Aaron, and your eyes flutter shut with little regard to how he'll react to having piles of glitter on his chest from your wings. That's a morning problem, and this is a nighttime solution.

[perseephoneee]

meeting santa Claus. With Klaus from Academy Umbrella

meeting santa klaus (klaus hargreeves x reader) {ficmas 2023}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 9 of ficmas!

a/n: i forgot how much i missed writing for my baby boy. my favorite klaus (sorry mikaelson).

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Much like everyone else in the world, you lived under the assumption that Santa Claus was a larger man with a long beard, rosy cheeks, and a jolly troupe of reindeer. While the reindeer part is correct, the rest of it is horribly wrong and something that will haunt you for years to come. 

You discovered the truth of the universe when a long banging, followed by much swearing, could be heard in your living room. It was Christmas Eve, but you had been alone since your roommates had gone home for the holidays. You were spending the day alone, not wanting to deal with family politics this year. This is why hearing any sounds was very alarming at this moment. Afraid of a burglar in your house, you held your phone in one hand with the finger over the 911 button and a plunger in the other. You had no great weapons and felt that at least you could whack someone with the toilet plunger. You tip-toed down your stairs, your heart beating erratically as you looked down over your banister into your living room. Someone dressed in a loose-fitting red suit was cursing in your living room as they struggled to get some stuff out of a sack. You snuck into the living room, plunger above your head, and were entirely ready to attack when the burglar looked up with wide eyes at your weapon. You both started screaming. 

“What are you doing in my house?” you yelped, jumping back as the intruder sat up. 

“Is that a plunger?” he asked, voice confused. On closer inspection, he was a skinny man with thin facial hair and kind blue eyes. He looked a bit eclectic, and he was dressed like Santa. 

“My house, why are you here?”

“Funny story, actually,” he drawled hands on his hips. He was wearing Chuck Taylors. You had never seen someone dressed as Santa wearing Converse. “I am…Santa.”

“Bullshit.”

“No, seriously, I’m Santa! Santa ‘Klaus’ to be exact,” he raised his hands in front of him as if in surrender. You pocked your phone but kept your plunger weapon up. 

“And I’m Krampus,” you deadpanned, not believing him. 

“Technically, my name is just Klaus, and my brother is Santa,” he laughed, eyeing your plunger with a small degree of fear. “In my family, one of us inherits the role of being Santa every generation. However, he decided he wanted a break this year, and I had to deal with it. I’m not first born or a favorite of daddy dearest, so it shouldn’t be my post at all.”

You listened to his story with wide eyes and a level of confusion. 

“Anyway, here I am, being Santa Klaus for everyone this Christmas, and I have to say, I have no idea how my brother, Luther, does it. He’s a huge guy, and I fell down that chimney. Also, I’m exhausted and could use a drink. Got any tequila?”

“I’m sorry?” You were wondering if you were still dreaming. 

“Tequila? I swore off the drugs a while ago, but I still consider drinking okay.”

“Prove it,” you huffed. “Prove you’re Santa.”

“Oh heavens,” Klaus threw a hand over his face. He looked around, exasperated, before flicking his hand. Suddenly, all the decorations in your room were floating, and the lights flickered in a rhythmic pattern. You fell back into one of the armchairs in the living room, mouth open like a fish as Klaus set everything back to normal. Oh, you had to be still dreaming. This couldn’t be happening. You had a clinically insane Santa Claus, sorry ‘Klaus,’ in your living room, and you were armed with only a plunger. A candy cane was waved in front of your face. You looked up to see Klaus before you, apologetic as he handed you the candy. You noticed tattoos running up his hands and arms—a tattooed Santa Klaus. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Y/N. I hate scaring people.”

“How do you know my name?” you whispered.

“I’m Santa; I know everything,” he winked. You unfurled your candy cane and stuck it in your mouth, brain trying to catch up with everything happening. 

“Okay, you’re Santa. Santa is real. Santa is not one guy but a bunch of guys. Santa likes tequila.” 

“Luther hates tequila. I just like to rebel across the system,” Klaus smiles. It takes you a moment to notice that his Santa costume is red leather lace-up pants, a red robe, and a classic red hat that barely fits on his dark hair. 

“Punk rock, Santa,” you mutter, taking a bite from your candy. “How is, uh, being Santa?”

“Oh, it’s going terribly,” Klaus sighed, collapsing to the floor before you. His hand was thrown over his eyes like an old Greek statue. You said nothing about his state of dramatics. “I’m so behind. I don’t understand how this has ever been done in one night.”

“Do you use magic?”

“Of course,” he rolled over, his head propped up on his hand. Suddenly, an idea came to him, and he rolled towards you. You jumped back as his hands landed on the armrests of your chair, trapping you in. He smelled like a mojito– minty but also alcoholic. Mojitos were your favorite drinks. “You should help me!”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re by yourself, armed with a plunger. I’m in need of assistance, and I’m lonely,” Klaus was infectious with how he smiled at you. He was like an excitable puppy. “We can help each other! Make Christmas memories.”

“Why would I be helpful?” you ask.

“Because you’re a helpful person,” Klaus says, matter of fact. “You organize the homeless drive every Sunday, don’t you?” You would ask how he knows that but decide it’s likely magic, and that asking would leave you with more questions. Instead, you nod, confirming his question. “You have a big heart; you’re perfect for this job.”

“I’m…human,” you mutter meekly. Klaus grabs your face between his hands, effectively shushing you. 

“Me too! Mostly. Darling, you’re perfect.”

You decide that arguing with the fake Santa that wandered into your house wouldn’t be fruitful. Plus, you had no plans for Christmas except reading a good book and drinking mimosas. You ask if you can get dressed, but Klaus assures you that what you wear is fine. Of course, you wear a robe with pajama pants and smiley-face slippers. You and Klaus left out the front door since the chimney sounded like a bad idea. You guffaw at the sight of reindeer in your suburban street with a cherry wood sleigh. Klaus skips over like an excitable child and gives loving pats to all the reindeer. He shows you the proper way to pet them, and you giggle as Dancer and Blitzen lick your hand and try to steal part of your candy cane. Klaus lends a hand, and you climb into the sleigh. It’s so quiet outside that you’re shocked your neighbors aren’t hearing the commotion. You’re even more shocked when they don’t hear your screech as you take off into the air. Klaus grabs your hand in comfort, and you realize you like his presence. He’s mental, but he’s kind and somehow makes you feel completely safe when you should be losing your mind. 

What Klaus has in enthusiasm, you make up for in organizational skills. He gives you a magic skull key to help sneak into people’s houses (it feels illegal), and together, you double productivity as you drop off presents. You even steal a few cookies and some baklava from a Ukrainian home as you go. The kids were asleep on the floor as you snuck by to drop off your presents, and you were afraid they’d hear you as you moaned around the taste of the dessert. You stole some extra for Klaus, who reacted like you. 

You went to so many different countries you had never been to before, and the smile on your face was permanent as you soared across the skies with the real-life Santa. You wondered how you were chosen for such a treat, and you still wondered it as Klaus finally brought you back to your home at five a.m. on Christmas day. 

“Why me?” you asked, turning to Klaus in the sleigh as he eased the reindeer to a stop. He looked at you, confused. “Out of everyone that could’ve helped you tonight, you chose me. I just…don’t know why. I’m not special.”

“Oh, but you are; you’re so special,” Klaus grabbed your hands, running his fingers over your knuckles. “And I just like you. You’re kind. I could tell from your aura the second you tried to kill me with your plunger.” You chuckled a bit at that. 

“Thank you for choosing me,” you whispered. You kissed Klaus’ cheek, exited the sleigh, and bound into your house. You watched from your doorway as he became nothing more than a beam of light on the horizon. Climbing up your stairs, exhaustion finally crept into your bones, and you passed out immediately in bed. 

When you woke up and blearily descended your stairs, you were startled to find a present under the tree. You were even more pleasantly surprised when you unwrapped it and found one of the reindeer bells and a note from Klaus:

Call me. Even Santas use telephones.

[ohsayit]

Fishing out voiced lines (part 1)

So, I have been trying to datamine for the cut Absolute Zevlor. I can't seem to get the parser to work so I have only been looking at the dialogues from 1.0 onwards.

Couldn't find anything other than the one line on the top of one of the files that says he reveals himself a traitor in a conversation but with no actual dialogue being shown. At the moment, I am going through this video from 3 years ago, so pre release I believe. I am trying to fish out bits that sticks out to me that may possibly be part of the cut Absolute Zevlor lines, and also cheery pick some lines for my own liking. They will possibly will feed into the unknown HC of Absolute Zevlor of mine : )

I'd ask who you are, but I've heard of the Blade of Frontiers. I've heard he was a hero though, not a thug.

I have no idea what you mean, my friend.

Allegiance is a murky thing, particularly for a drow.

This is it. I pray I haven't led them all to ruin.

Who in the Nine Hells do you think you are?

(Speak with the dead) Finish..the plan...

(SWD) Go...where...they belong...

Just how much did that damn goblin tell you?

I..I didn't expect to meet a True Soul here.

I know how to pick my allegiances toom, and the Absolute has already won this war.

Ready, at last. Gods, how I've waited for this day.

That was close. Far far too close.

She was not yours to kill. We Might have bought save passage with her.

And you name me the traitor? Gods above, you are working with them!

It's good to know about your story at true.

Looking for information about her tribe. The same fellow who attacked at the gate.

And the Absolute wants them, badly. I will have my reward. I am sure they will be taken care of.

No matter this idiot overheard me. The others will never believe their reluctant leader Zevlor follows the absolute.

You, however, don't factor into it at all.

And so are you. If you ever interfere in my business again, that I promise you.

Shh. Not in mixed company, my friend.

To that point, there is something I'd like to speak with you about, but not in mixed company.

If you stop shouting, they might not find us!

Tilly, there will be time to explain, but we cannot let ourselves be divided now.

Do you have any idea what you have done? What you have ruined?

(SWD) I would have...sacrificed...them all! For the Absolute...

If these sheep can buy me a place among the wolves, then I will use them as I will.

What did you just say?

Ah, a new deity the goblins have taken to. I hoped the prisoner might be more forthcoming about their plan if she thought me had sympathise her.

Tell me what you know.

These people are mine. She can't have them.

I don't know what waits and I don't care. They chose to put their lives in my hands. Why thank you.

Around here? That sounds...dangerous. There is only so far you can push people.

You will soon find out how wrong you are...

You throw away everything I worked for. Why?!

(SWD) I heard tells...whispers...a new power...could raise up those who had been cast out...

Unskilled in the liar who convinces only himself

But they flocked to me when Elturel rejected us. When they needed a sword arm.

You..! Where did you get that mark?

What do you know about the Absolute?!

This one is interesting. It says he is not a Rider. I thought about if he was lying about it, but it doesn't make any sense. It's interesting to see there was an alt background for him. Though I am still die hard fan for Rider Zevlor. Delicious old man.

"I am Zevlor, by the by. Former school teacher, presently, well, something of a defacto leader to beleaguered people"

And he also have some voice lines that belongs to Aradin? lol

We've got a contract to track down some relic. And he wanted in on the job. Eyes lit up when he heard about it.

Well, this is going to make a part 2 to it when I am in the mood to carry on with my English listening test I guess :P I am half an hour in for 1hr 25mi ish audio recordings. Though I feel like a chuck of them are repetitive as I've already listened to.

Sorry I have to put the tag headcanon with this one. I don't have another tag for character analysis (my more written up gibberish) and these sort of bits of information and what not.

[sunandsstars]

PERFECT

Lo’ak x Metkayina!Reader

Summary: When a slight mishap separated them apart, they find the time to see each other, even in the form of a secret. Warnings: Mentions of Na’vi/Alien racism, Brief mention of mating, Brief anxiety Word count: 1.9k

A/N: This is part 2 of ‘just the start’!

Her parents where not pleased. Neither was ___. How could her own brother snitch on her? To her parents?? To her mother??!! 

She hates the sky people, rightfully, but she also hates the fact the Sully’s have demon blood. Just because some of them have five fingers does not make them any different, she is royally pissed at her Tsahìk. Although the extra finger is strange, Lo’ak says it is called a..’pinky’

That is besides the point. 

She is banned from ilu riding for a week. And swimming. ‘I am a Metkayina, a Na’vi of the reef and she says I cannot swim?! That is like taking a fish out of water’. Currently ___ was sat wallowing in self pity, but she does not regret what she did that day. Meeting Lo’ak and going to the cove…

She blushed at the thought, they were so close together, and when he tucked the flower in her hair. She squealed and kicked her feet into the air, falling on her back. But as she did her brother came into their home. Turning around she chooses to ignore him. 

Again.

‘’Please ___. You know I did not mean to tell them’’

‘’You did’’

‘’Ok I did. But I had too, you two were too close, the look in your eyes..WERE YOU ABOUT TO MATE?’’

‘’AO’NUNG’’ ___ threw a basket at his head but unfortunately Eywa was not on his side as he caught it with ease. ‘’I hate you for telling them. You know what they think of these people, especially mother’’

‘’I apologise again little sister. But I was looking out for you..it’s just.. seeing you both together, I hated it. If he ever hurt you I will hunt him down I hope you know that’’ her brother looked her in the eyes with a look so serious she couldn’t help but nod, but she saw vulnerability in those blue orbs. It was something she rarely saw. So ___ stood up and walked up to him, holding his hands.

‘’Brother I understand. I see you. But I like Lo’ak. He is different, I know you and your friends have been hard on him and Kiri, please, you must stop. For the sake of peace and for me’’ she squeezed his hands, speaking quietly but firm, she had to get the message through that she was serious. 

‘’Ok. For you I will…and also for Rotxo, have you seen the way he looks at the Omaticaya girl?’’ He grinned, ___ chucked loudly and gave Ao’nung a hug before he was called out by one of his friends who wanted to go hunt outside the reef.

___ wished him the best and made a silent prayer to Eywa to keep them safe, the outside hasn’t been safe as of late. 

So there she sat, alone and bored again. She only had three more days of this but to her it’s forever, there’s only so much she could do in there marui. She’s already sang her song cord over a hundred times, she’s made five more chest pieces for herself and braided and re-braided the top of her hair, it is important for her people to keep the hair out of their eyes when swimming. But she has added beautiful shells and pearls to the braids, and made sure they were weaved into the locks that flowed down her back. 

Suddenly a ‘’psst’’ could be heard from the entrance, at first she thought it was the wind but when it was persistent and annoying she swivelled her head around and found Tuk with her head peaking around the corner. ‘’___ I have a message from Lo’ak!!’’ She waisted no time.

‘’Tuk? What is it?’’ The Metkayina was eager to hear what she had to say, she knew the boy was ‘grounded’ (Earth term he says) too by his father. Apparently Jake said ‘’no girls until you’re old and mature. You cant even look after your sister let alone a woman’’ it definitely bruised his ego. 

‘’Lo’ak says to meet him at the far end of the beach at eclipse tonight’’ the child whisper yelled and ran off before she was spotted or heard by anyone nearby, all she could hear was the bouncing of the walkways as she went. 

‘Sneak out..and meet him? At eclipse?’ ___ was contemplating, she has never snuck out before, never really having the need to and growing up it is tradition for children and parents to sleep together before they become adults. So it would have definitely been hard. But she would do it, it has felt like years have passed before she has seen them.

So there she sat making a plan in her head while going through the many outfits she has made for the past two days while thinking about how she was going to sneak herself out of their marui.

It was just past eclipse and the Metkayina decide to rest for tomorrow, the children are put to sleep and her parents just got into their hammock for the night. Her sister and brother where snoozing in their own and ___ thinks it’s the perfect time to leave. She quietly steps out of her sleeping space and throws on her nicest chest piece and tweng then slowly walked out and through the walkways until she came across the far beach, like Tuk said.

But no one was there.

She decided to sit by the water and admire the view of her home while waiting for her companion. But as the minutes ticked by no one came to meet her. Was she in the wrong place? Did Tuk give her the right information or did she just not hear her correctly? 

Her ears turned down slowly as more time went by, she felt silly. She felt dejected. Why isn’t he here, was this a prank? Maybe they were just not meant to be after all. She even got her best outfit on for nothing. Her eyes watered as terrible thoughts filled her head.

But leaves rustling caught her attention and a certain Na’vi jumped out and panted, having ran a little over here ‘’I am sorry, Tuk was hard to put to sleep and mother was getting- ___? Are you ok?’’ He immediately walked over to where she was stood and wiped her eyes with his thumb ‘’why are you crying paysyul?’’

Her heart beat at the nickname, water lily, ‘’I thought you’d never come..’’ she sniffed, holding his hands that were cupping her face and looking up at him with wide eyes.

His breath hitched, in this light, with the glow of the island, it looked like the time they were swimming to the cave. Where the bioluminescence of the plants and creatures made her look like a dream. The way the pearls shon in her hair was alien, a good alien, Norm said it was extraterritorial or whatever the word was. Lo’ak didn’t care to listen. But she looked kissable… ‘later Lo’ak, later’

‘’I would never, ever, do that to you’’ he bent to place his forehead on hers and breathed in, trying to gain his confidence ‘’I wish to take you flying’’

___ blinked and pulled back a little, trying to not notice the slight hurt in his eyes as she did ‘’flying? But I am Metkayina, we do not fly’’

‘’And I am Omaticaya, we do not swim’’ ok valid point. But she has never flown before, shes only been on her father tsurak a few times with him growing up and even end the creature doesn’t go high enough to fly like a banshee. But she trusted Lo’ak, a lot. So she moved her hands down to his arms and squeezed them. 

‘’Ok, let us fly..’’ he grinned and interlaced their fingers, pulling her nervous figure along the sand and doing a call with his mouth. It was bird like, and slightly higher pitched than his normal voice. The trees in the forest moved and out flew from the top was a beautiful, blue ikran. The iridescent skin glowed a purple and white, the freckles on its skin running down the nerve system in intricate patterns. It flew around the waters and landed on the sand, it looked a lot more intimidating from up close..

‘’Are you sure it wont hurt us…’’

‘’My ikran wont hurt anyone I do not want them too, have faith in me paysyul’’ and he dragged her closer, patting the ikran’s head and jumping up on their back, connecting the bond. He held out his hand and smiled, encouraging her to get on. She slowly took it and leaped to sit behind him, her feet resting on the creatures back. ‘’Make sure to hold on, we don’t want you to fall off’’ he turned and winked commanding the banshee to fly, making sure it was a quite as possible as to not disturb the clan. If they were in the mountains they could’ve had a bit more freedom…oh well this’ll do for now.

___ clung to his back and inhaled sharply as she felt the wind pick up ‘’just a make sure we will be above the water’’ Lo’ak made a noise of amusement and reached around to stroke her leg, coaxing her into calmness.

‘’open your eyes, you are missing the best view ever!’’ 

And then she did, and gasped at the view that surrounded her. Sure her home looked beautiful in the sea, above the sea, around the sea…you get the idea. But when they were way above, in the sky, it was perfect. The wind rushed through her hair as she laughed, slightly making her grip looser on the boy ‘’this is gorgeous Lo’ak’’ she turned to look all around her, taking in the sights.

‘’Yea it is..’’ he stared at her then turned to face around, speeding them up a little and going past the three brothers, taking them closer to the water and tipping his ikran, the wing skimming the sea and creating a blue path where it glided.

___ outstretched her arm and did the same, squealing as they rolled upside down. Her eyes adjusted after the tumble and she looked down, seeing a familiar tree. ‘’We are at the spirit tree?’’

‘’Yes, I thought it would look good from up here. But not as good as the one in the forest’’ he grinned in jest and ___ only rolled her eyes.

‘’You must take me there on day, to her home’’ Lo’ak promised and flew his ikran to land in the water, unlinking the bond and grabbing his partners hips to pull her down. There they floated above the metkayina’s tree of souls, as if anything can be more romantic. ‘’Lo’ak..thank you for tonight’’ ___ grinned and blinked shyly ‘’..my tsawksyul’’

Lo’ak flushed, sun lily. If she was his water lily then he was her sun. She then said it was because of his eyes and how they glowed the perfect shade of yellow. Can she get anymore perfect..

He made an impulsive decision and her family and his dad were gonna kill him.

He kissed her.

Holding her soft cheeks and tilting his head slightly, their lips connected and it was like everything fell into perfect alignment. She was his everything and he hers. They could only imagine their life together for the future.

And it seemed perfect.

[hausofmamadas]

PRIMOGENITAL | the Wisdom of Fredward Horniman

From The Gentlemen, Episode 1 - Refined Agression

∴

Look, you guys. He’s really suffered, okay?

He’s been STABBED in the heart, he’s been London-BRIDGED(?), he’s been FUCKED in the face, DOGGED on the floor.

And it’s true. He has, despite being the firstborn son, been relegated to the truly harrowing fate of being the most embarrassingly, painfully, mediocre progeny in the family line, that his dad had no choice but to break with 600yrs of tradition and cut him out of the will, passing everything to younger, much cooler more responsible brother, Edwina “Eddie” Horniman. And isn’t not having a bullshit title, nor the crushing debt of his father’s failed above-board business, nor having to deal with the surprise! extensive, underground potfarm on the estate grounds and all the accompanying stress and criminal hijinx with it— well, isn’t it just the most traumatic thing you can imagine???????

Now all Freddy gets to do is:

live in historic mansion with way-too-cool-to-be-caught-dead-with-him, Inexplicable-Stunt-Driver-Wife Tamasina (known by abs legendary nickname of Wham Tam) who also, when asked by Freddy in a moment of desperation if she thinks he’s a cock, rightly points out, “all men are cocks, Freddy”

pal around in chicken costume and steal cars with chill asf brother that he only occasionally wants dead, Steady Eddie who’s legit so good at everything that Freddy doesn’t have to be good at anything

go “fishing” aka chuck live grenades into lake full of salmon, a method worthy of Park-Tuna-Assassin Ramon Arellano Félix and invent Crack!Weed another Ramon-coded pasttime with bestie-botanist and lover of all things hydroponic, hallucinogenic, and Special Sauce, Jimmy Chang …. AND

Skeet shoot out in picturesque estate garden with creature-whisperer, actual live angel, and all around Dilf-of-the-manor, Geoff

Oh, the horror.

No, but honestly, I cannot summon from memory a single character I have so biblically despised on first watch, only to full 180, violently swing in the opposite direction to straight glee/appreciation for the comedic marvel that is Mr. (not!)Duke-SirFancyPants-RoyalDumpsterFire-LordSomethingErOther, the one, the only, Frederick “Fredward” Horniman aka thisprince👇

Yeah, talk about refined aggression? I had some refined ass aggression toward ole Fred, here. Like when I tell you I hated this “man,” I h a t e d this man.

All I could think the whole time, on first watch was, wowowow, y’know what’s worse than a useless, entitled, infantile, drug-addled, narcissistic man-fetus …?

A loud useless, entitled, infantile, drug-addled, narcissistic man-fetus.

My mans, Eddie is wayyy too generous here☝️and every other time he bails Freddy out of whatever pigshit he manages to shove his full face into bc I’d be throwing more than paper. That antique furniture would regrettably be sailing thru the air, straight at that fat melon of this nepo-baby dressed in DivineRightofKings drag, if only to get a precious few fucking seconds of silence.

Like the only one reacting appropriately here is Charly☝️who Freddy snarkily calls Lady Macbeth with a mix of love and contempt only a sibling can display which like, not the best? insult? To be called one of the most groundbreaking female characters of all time? But our boy is nothing if not scholarly, right. So im sure he super paid attention when the class was reading Macbeth

So, yeah. He’s basically the worst. There’s a metric fuck ton of evidence to support that. AND YET, this mf isn’t completely useless bc after my 2nd and 3rd rewatch specifically witnessing the genius that is his alter ego, plastic Russian gangster, Anatoly Givenchy Romanov who laavs orange cars and Siberian tigers let me do tell you, against my better judgment, I found myself growing to love and adore the (2nd) funniest character in an already hilarious show (crown goes to beautiful tropical fish Jimmy bc mans always proper vibin’)

And now, when I watch this scene, instead of berserker levels of enraged, I’m struck with a disorienting combo of secondhand cringe + juvenile glee??? Like instead of wanting to aggravated manslaughter my own tv, I’m just “awww, Fredward. What a little nothing you are. Look how silly you look in your lil boarding school jumper.” And it feels good(?) but mostly bad. And then I do this

like the true American scum that I am.

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taglist: @drabbles-mc @when-did-this-become-difficult @narcolini, @ladygoatee ⇝ tagged bc even tho you have zero intention of watching, you were diligently taking notes

[eveandtheturtles]

The secret of Leodership

I wanted Leo to have some fun

Ship: Leo x pun-loving!Reader

If you wish to be tagged in future (less puny drabbles) let me know lol

Enjoy or suffer :P

The battle between you and Mikey began somewhere during the last round of Mario Kart. The pun battle. Raph quit immediately after with a pained: "Not this again!". Donnie held on a while but even he gave up your company. Leo on the other hand was still trying to brave it through it. The fearless leader. Your boyfriend.

"What do you call a fish with no eye," Mikey threw in another pun your way.

"A fsh, come on this one is so stale, you batter be bready to lose," you snorted.

"I am yeast to taste defeat!"

You glanced over at Leo who wore a face of pain and suffering patience.

"Hey, Leo," you leaned his way and he sighed deeply.

"Yes, my love?" he asked slowly. He knew what would happen next.

"Where does a turtle go when it's raining?"

"Home?" His voice was full of pointless hope.

"No," you whispered next to his ear. "A shell-ter."

Mikey behind you snickered. What you didn't expect was the snort coming from Leo. Your eyes widened and you shared a gleeful look with Mikey.

Leo turned his head away from you two, his hand covering his mouth and his eyes shut but his shoulders were shaking.

"Oh honey~" you sing songed.

"No."

"What does a ninja wear to work."

"Stop." He was crying from surpressed laughter.

"Close, it's sneakers." You grinned and without mercy continued. "There are two ninjas. The first ninja looks at the second ninja and says: 'Hey, can you hand me that throwing star over there?' The second ninja says 'shuriken!'"

"Please." He was on the floor, wheeze-laughing.

"Won't stop, can't stop. Did you hear about the pope that wanted to be a ninja? He was a blessing in disguise."

"Why?"

"Cause you pretended god knows how long to not like puns, this is your pun-ishment unless you join the dark side," you said. "Mikey?"

Mikey grinned. "The police got called to the monastery after a ninja was caught throwing people about. They commented: 'He was bad at hiding, but he was great with his nun chucks!'"

Leo inhaled deeply. "What- what did one ninja say to the other ninja after being shot by a arrow?

Your mouth fell open in a pure joy. "What?"

"HELP IVE BEEN NINJURED!" He wheezed again, holding his face.

"Bro!" Mikey threw his hands up in victory. "That was so bad!" He laughed and smacked his brother's shoulder. "Why didn't you say anything earlier!?"

"And ruin his pristine reputation?" You scoffed and giggled. "But why didn't you tell me?"

Leo took deep breath in, sitting on his heels. he rubbed his mouth to relax the muscles. "Your face just lits up when you tell the worst puns mankind ever heard and you look so cute, thinking you got me... I couldn't-"

"Aww, I'd say I'm-," you paused wiggling your eyebrows, "shell-shocked."

Leo coughed trying still to cover up his amusement but nuzzled you lovingly. "Terrible." He hugged you and you climbed his lap for cuddles.

"I'll leave you two pun-birds," Mikey winked at you and got up to find Raph to torment. Or Donnie.

"Thanks Mike," Leo sighed relaxing with you in his arms.

You kissed his cheek. "Hey, Leo?"

"Mhm?"

"Your body is 70% water and I'm thirsty, mind if I take a sip?" You snickered and he glared at you.

"If this means you're going to pun, while we're in bed I'll punt you out," he threatened but the fact he was smiling nullified it.

"Was that a pun?" You teased.

"You'll never know." He kissed your forehead. "But seriously- don't."

"No promises~"

Tagging:

@madammuffins @turtle-babe83

I hope y'all don't regret letting me tag you in my nonsense lol

[13as07]

Object #6

(Akatsuki)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,453

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Characters: Kisame, Hidan, Deidara, Itachi

Kakuzu gets a turn being an NPC

Also, I made Deidara a soft baby in this but the poor kid was so young when he joined (same goes for Itachi) so I 100% believe he’d melt at any gentleness he received, so sorry not sorry

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Kakuzu's unwanted watchful eyes scan the forest edge as I swim around the pond. Unlike last time, I get to enjoy the water instead of my attention being on the numbing pain that was shooting through my body. Now and again the old man grumbles about having to babysit me or how better he could spend his time.

Another grumble is cut off by a "Kakuzu?" ringing out in the empty and quiet space.

Both our heads turn towards the sound, being met with the green-tinted want-to-be shark. "Kisame!" I cheer, popping further out of the water so he can see me better. "You need to stop running into me like this."

"Hello, Guppy. Your swimsuit is... nice," he mutters before turning away from me. Kisame focuses on the older member, mutters about some jinchuuriki Nagato wants to talk to him about. That gets another grumble and an order to take over my babysitting from Kakuzu before he starts heading inside. "Guppy," Kisame mumbles again.

     "Hello!" I call back, sinking into the water again. I go back to enjoying the water, soaking in the chilliness of it as I float around.

The sound of shuffling catches my attention, making me glance back to the pond side. Kisame is slowly stripping, tugging his shirt and pants off, leaving him in his boxers. Like the last time I was home, Mr gills slips into the water, making ripples fill the pond. "Come here, Guppy."

     My movements are slow as I paddle over to the aquatic man. Once I'm within arm’s length, he shifts forward, wrapping me in his hold before he settles me on his back.

     Kisame swims around the pond as my hands cling to him. I enjoy the calmness of it, my chin resting on his shoulder as close to his neck as possible, the rest of me weighing on his back as he floats around. "Kisame?"

     "Guppy?"

     "If I asked Pain to get koi fish for the pond, would you eat them?"

     I'm shaken a bit as he laughs at my questions, his sharp teeth shining as he chuckles. "No, I would not eat them. Your koi fish would be safe from me."

     He shifts his direction, hands wrapped around my legs as he walks around backward. My fingers tiptoe across his chest, enjoying the feeling of his pecs under my touch. "Kisame?"

     "You are very chatty today," he grumbles, tipping his head back to look at me.

     "I'm sorry," I murmur, laying my head back down as I toy with the skin of his shoulders, the chuck of it closest to the gills sliced into him.

     "I don't mind it. It was just an observation."

     I stay silent for a while, rolling my question over in my head. "What would happen if I touched your gills?" I whisper, tracing the skin again, being careful not to touch the slits that flutter with the water running over them.

     "Gills are a fragile organ. They get damaged easily, so if you touched them, they'd start bleeding," Kisame explains, changing direction again, floating forward like before.

     I back my hands away, settling them on his neck with the fear of accidentally hurting the mist shinobi.  My eyes still trail over his gills though, watching them flap. "How do they work?"

     "You don't know how gills work?" He teases, chuckling at me again.

     "I do! I just don't know how they work for you since you breathe normal air too."

     Another round of laughter fills the space, the pond water still sliding over us as Kisame carries me in circles. "I don't know how to explain it to you, Guppy. It just kind of happens. It's not something I think about."

     "That makes sense, I don't think I'd be able to explain how to breathe either."

     He hums in agreement, his grip on my legs being used to shift me to his torso. Kisame lets himself settle on the surface of the water, floating like a raft as he adjusts my placement. I'm settled on his waist, legs dangling in the water as he freely floats. His eyes flicker shut as he grips my knees, making sure I don't slip off of him. "You are quite the curious thing."

     "I just like to know how things work," I answer, propping my elbows on his chest before I settle my head in my hands. I watch his gills again as I continue to rest against his body. The gills on his face flap now and again when water splashes up and runs over them.

     "Let me think about how to explain it for a while. When I come to an answer I'll give it to you, alright?"

     "Alright," I mutter, laying my arms and head on his chest, letting my eyes flutter shut too.

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     There’s banging on the bathroom door, interpreting my peaceful shower. What would have been my peaceful shower considering I just stepped into it. “Angel? My Angel? Open the door. Please open the door, my pretty gift from Jashin!” Hidan’s voice rings out, further ruining my peace. My ignorance of him only gets me more banging and screeches for me. As I hoped, continuing to ignore him gets me what I want. Silence and my peaceful atmosphere.

Wrong!

The sound of the door slamming against the wall and the shower curtain being tugged open fills the room. “It is not nice to ignore me, Angel,” Hidan says, eyes scanning my naked body as he stands on the other side of the open curtain. “You smell weird.”

“I just got out of the pond, Hidan, hence the shower,” I mutter, sliding the curtain back closed.

The cloth is snapped back open, causing the chilled air of the hideout to fight with the warm water of the shower. “I want to talk to you,” the sadist whines, eyes drinking me up again.

“And I would like to not smell like the pond anymore, so wait until I’m done.”

“Nope,” he answers, keeping a grip on the curtain as he settles on the ground. I watch him unhappily as he crosses his legs, taking up a permanent space on the bathroom floor.

“Get out,” I try ordering, already knowing it’s a pointless battle. I cling to the shower curtain too, trying to tug it back closed but it’s as pointless as our verbal fight.

“No, shut up and shower if that’s what you want to do. I’m going to sit here and talk to you,” Hidan grumbles, standing up long enough to undo the curtain. Once it’s off the rod, he throws it out the bathroom door, ending our physical battle. “I asked Jashin to bless you with safe travels,” he tells me, falling back to his spot on the tiles.

“In the name of Jashin,” I grumble, turning the heat of the water up in hopes it’ll counter the involuntary airflow.

“Don’t use our lord’s name in vain, Angel. You’re going to upset him.”

“Your lord,” I correct, shifting under the water to let it soak into my hair and skin.

“Our lord,” he continues, leaning against the edge of the tub. “Either way he granted my prayers so we should thank him when you’re done showering.”

“Are you sure that’s the best idea?” I ask, focusing on coating my hair with shampoo.

“Oh! You should wash my hair too!” Hidan cheers, abounding our previous conversation as he jumps to his feet. He leans into the shower, head dipped onto my shoulder as it’s coated in water. His hands rest on my waist, gripping my wet skin. “The water is hot.”

“Ya? Probably because you left the door open and took away the shower curtain,” I grumble, coating my fingers in shampoo before running it through his hair, working out whatever product he uses to keep it slicked back.

“I like it,” he purrs, pressing kisses into my shoulder.

“Go figure, weirdo,” I say, a soft laugh following the words as I focus on clearing the soap from his hair. I shift us forward, letting the water work the shampoo out of my hair too as my fingers focus on working conditioner through Hidan’s locks.

“As I was saying,” he starts, switching back to our previous conversation. “I prayed every day to Jashin hoping he’d bring you back safely to me. Usually, I wouldn’t waste my time praying for the safety of a mortal but you’re pretty dumb so I figured you could use the extra help.”

I hum along with Hidan’s backhanded speech, barely listening as I continue my handicapped shower. More empty words and the name ‘Jashin’ fall from him about a hundred more times before I reach for my towel. “That sounds wonderful, Hidan. Thank you for keeping up with my prayers for me,” I mutter, figuring the change of pace would be nice.

I get what I want, praises for my acceptance of Jashin spilling from the immortal instead of degrades for being an ‘unfaithful follower’. “I still think you should come to pray with me, even if it’s later than normal,” Hidan says, his hands clinging to my arms now that I’m running the towel through his hair.

“And I still think that’ll lead you into trouble with Pain,” I voice my thoughts, dipping the towel down to wipe up the water that has soaked through his robes, dampening his neck and shoulders. “You lack self-control, which will end with you hanging in a tree for a couple of hours again.”

He thinks over it for a while, brushing kisses against my shoulders again. “You are right. I’ll do your prayers again today, but as soon as your time limit is up we’re going to pray together.”

“Whatever you say, Hidan,” I mutter, wrapping the towel around me before climbing out of the shower. The religious nut follows me into Pain’s bedroom, still blabbering about his God. “Sounds good,” I continue to mumble, tuning him out once again.

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“‘Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year,’” I read out loud, toying with Hidan’s drying hair as I read to him. It took some convincing but I managed to get him to lay down and shut up long enough to get some sort of peace. “‘And then miss it?’” I continue, wrapping a strand around my fingertips.

“There’s not a longest day of the year, they’re all the same length,” he mutters from my lap, trying to sit up again. “Your book is stupid.”

“It’s talking about daylight, dumbie,” a voice calls from the doorway, piquing both of our interests. Standing in the door frame is the equally hotheaded bomber, looking disgusted with Hidan’s unawareness.

“You’re one to talk, annoying little shit,” Hidan grumbles, rolling off of me before crawling out of the bed. “Later Angel, you enjoy your clay boy.”

“They’re bombs! I make bombs!” Deidara fights back, fluffing himself up as Hidan sneaks out of the room past him. “I make bombs,” he repeats, turning his attention towards me.

“I know, Baby,” I coo, patting the spot next to me in the bed.

Deidara does walk closer but doesn’t sit down like I signaled him to. Instead, he wraps me up in his arms, carrying me out of the room as he nuzzles against me. His head switches around, jumping from my shoulder to my neck to my chest until he starts the cycle again.

“Firecracker?” He mumbles into my chest, nuzzling me with his nose. I’m resting against the wall next to his door, his body presses into me to keep me in place as he fiddles with the door handle.

I hum a yes, toying with his ponytail. Deidara’s hands settle under my thighs again, keeping me pressed against him as I’m brought into his room. “I want to make another video.”

“Oh, Baby,” I coo, carefully undoing his hair. “You heard Pain at dinner, you have to wait - ”

“Not like that,” he grumbles, setting me on his bed before running his fingers through his newly loose hair. “I have a different video idea,” he mutters, leaving me to go searching for something, probably his video camera.

“What’s your idea?” I ask, leaning back in his blankets. My eyes trail after him, watching him shuffle through stuff in search of his camera.

“You like reading to all of us.”

“Not all of you, but a lot of you guys, yes,” I correct, letting my eyes flutter shut, soaking in the familiar clay scent of Deidara’s room. The clay smells weird but in a calming way.

“I mi… didn’t like not getting to hear you reading while you were gone,” he whispers, his voice seeming closer despite the quiet tune of it.

I flicker my eyes back open, being met by Deidara hovering over me, video camera, and a book in tow. He looks even more baby-faced with his hair down, cupping his cheeks. Maybe that’s why he’s my favorite, because of how easy it is to love on him, because of how gentle he is outside of his sexual explorations, because of how simple his requests for attention tend to be.

“So…” I ask, lifting my hand. He leans down, letting me cup his cheeks as my fingertips toy with the blonde strands of his hair. “Do you want to take a video of me reading to watch when we’re apart?”

“Bsh… no,” he answers, cheeks starting to turn a bright red. “That would be so childish and so not badass S-ranked rouge ninja of me… but if you want to do that I won’t stop you.” The last half is added on quickly like he didn’t breathe while pushing the words out.

“Deidara.”

“Explosion,” he whispers, eyes falling shut as he soaks in the feeling of my hand against his face.

“I would like to make a video of me reading to you.”

“That’s so lame, but I guess we can do that,” he mutters, reluctantly pulling away from my touch. Once again my eyes trail after him, watching as rests the book on the side table before he sets up the camera.

When the recorder is set up, Deidara is quickly back by my side, wrapping me up in his arms again. He settles himself behind me, wrapping around me like a blanket. I sort myself out, getting comfortable wrapped up in the terrorist’s limbs before I rest against his chest.

“What should I read, Baby?” I ask, continuing to keep my tune soft and airy. An arm is untangled from our knotted ball of body parts, quickly sliding back into place once the discarded book is placed on the bedsheets.

My fingertips slide over the smooth cover of the book, wrapping around it to tug it closer. I flip through the pages, looking for the table of contents before scanning the short stories, and finally picking one. “Once upon a time,” I start after flipping to the right page. “A rich man’s wife became sick, and when she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and said, ‘Dear child, remain pious and good, and then our dear God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you’.”

Deidara’s arms tighten around me, trying to hug me closer as I read the fairy tale out loud. His head buries into my neck, continuing to nuzzle me as I read to him, making my voice permanent in the world. His small “thank you” is almost drowned out by my voice, but I still hear it, even if he didn’t mean me to.

“With this she closed her eyes and died,” I continue, leaning to read my head against his.

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My throat aches and my eyes are heavy from reading to Deidara so long, making a nap sound good. With Nagato still not being home because… I don’t know why. I don’t know when he’ll be home or even if he’ll be home today.

With no promise of sleep anytime soon, I’ve settled on sneaking in a nap before Pain gets home. Which is why I’m slowly pushing Itachi’s bedroom door open. I scan the small neatly cleaned room, no sharingan user in sight.

I slither into the room, quickly weaseling my way into Itachi’s bedsheets. I curl up in his bed, burying my head in the pillows and balling myself up in the sheets.

By the time I’m finally drifting off to sleep, his bedroom door creeks open again. “Kitty?” Itachi’s smooth voice calls out.

“Tachi?” I call back, not bothering to move from my spot.

My call is answered by his arms wrapping around me, gently shimming me over in the sheets. “Hello, Kitten,” he hums out, his chest pressed into mine as he settles in my arms.

Once again, the mass murderer doesn’t live up to the things he’s done proven this time by Itachi always ending up being the small spoon. My fingertips knot into his hair, softly massaging his scalp as his body relaxes around my touch. Soft sounds bubble from the boy as I toy with his hair, the noises getting buried in my chest.

Kisses mix with the pleased mumbles, Itachi’s lips softly brushing against my chest and the front of my neck. His hands cling to me, hooked on my back as his slim fingertips dig into my spine. “Kitty, kitty, kitty,” he praises in his way, the nickname drawn out by the growing sleep in his voice.

“Itachi, Tachi, Tachi,” I coo back, returning his kisses to the top of his head. His hands dance over my back, skipping up my back before sliding back down. “What are you thinking about, Crow Boy?” I mumble, letting my fingers go still as I bury my head into his hair.

“You smell like cherry blossoms,” he whispers into my skin, ghosting his nose over my neck. His lips chase his nose, his mouth as set on remembering the feeling of my skin as it was before my trip. “And your voice seems strained. Would you like some water?”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to get up.”

My denial is ignored, Itachi pressing a few kisses harder against my throat before he wiggles out of my hold. He vanishes from the room, leaving me alone for a few minutes before returning with a glass of water.

The click of the glass being set down fills the room before gentle hands wrap around me, carefully sitting me upright. Itachi’s eyes are soft, scanning every body movement despite his sharingan being inactive. When he’s satisfied with my posture his eyes flicker away from me, grabbing at the glass again. It’s held to my lips, carefully tipped back as he hydrates me like I’m a baby bird. “Better?” He murmurs, pecking my lips.

“Better,” I mutter back against his lips.

Itachi pulls away from me, being apart long enough to curl up in my arms under the sheets again. This time his head settles over my heart, his ear being pressed against it to keep track of the gentle patter of the organ. A beat or two passes before his arms snake up, wrapping around my wrist before leading my hand back to his hair.

I silently laugh at the soft man, wrapping a couple of strands of hair around my fingers. I toy with Tachi, playing with his locks, massaging his scalp, and littering his head with kisses. “Are you asleep?” he mumbles against me, quickly following the question with a kiss.

“Not yet, Tach.”

“Am I making it hard for you to sleep?”

“No,” I hum, using my hold on his hair to tip his head backward. I litter his face with kisses, placing every other kiss on his lips. “Don’t worry so much,” I coo, landing a string of kisses on his lips before letting him settle back in place.

Itachi’s hands slide around to my back again, slipping under my shirt to feel my skin against the pads of his fingers. “I can leave so you can sleep.”

“Itachi,” I mutter a little harsher this time. “Just… be quiet. If I didn’t want to take a nap with you I would have left already.”

“Okay,” he husks out, hands tightening around me. I swear, I don’t know who’s needier - Itachi or Deidara. Though, if Tachi had his way I’m pretty sure he would have climbed into my skin by now. “Are you asleep yet?” He whispers, lips brushing against me again.

“Itachi, my dear,” I sigh, running my hands through his hair again. I guess I won’t be getting my nap until he falls asleep.

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[kayssweetdreams]

Sam's Unlucky Streak

The Tranquility County Fair always managed to both brought people together, while also making use of rigged games and artery clogging food to get people to throw their money away. However, this particular day, things were about to get weird...well, weird-ER for Sam Witwicky, The boy who (somewhat) single-handedly helped a race of giant alien robots in their war.

Since there was no danger around, and that the world wasn't in peril, Sam had suggested that they all take a leisure day to visit the County Fair (it was either that, or another Cybertroian physiology lesson that NOBODY wanted to sit through.) So that's how Sam was now with Mikaela, Miles and Bumblebee, as the scout in his holoform was looking around in awe at the various games and activities that stood around them.

Sam chuckled at Bee's excitement "Don't worry Bee, there'll be plenty of time to see and try everything. But quick and fair warning, most of the time games like these are often rigged so that people don't win, but-" Sam was cut off by Bee rushing over to a booth that had goldfish swimming in various tanks. He pointed at the fish, eyes shimmering with childlike joy. Sam raised an eyebrow, he never thought that Bumblebee would be the one to like fish.

"You wanna play that game bud?" He asked. Bee nodded his head in an almost blinding rate. "How much to play?" He asked the carnie running the stand "$20 please." He said, causing Sam to grumble. $20?! For some stupid fish game?!" He asked. "$20 or Nothing Kid." The carnie said, not caring if Bee played or not. Sam didn't want to give in, but he saw Bee's EVIL pleading blue eyes, like an orphan straight out of a sad film. Sam gave an angry shout as he forked over a $20 bill to the man, making sure that he hoped the carnie lost it.

The Carnie then sat a small jar of balls in front of them, "Get the Ball into the tank, and you can choose a fish." He said in a uninterested voice. Now normally, in these types of games, the balls would always end up bouncing about, while never actually falling INTO the tank. But what the Carnie didn't know, was that Bee wasn't human, nor was he not falling for that trick. Instead, he whispered something to Sam, Miles and Mikaela, causing them to look at the Autobot oddly.

However, seconds later, they were now standing at different areas of the stand, each of them holding the backside of a metal sheet. Bee then looked around, and chucked the Ball at a nearby sign. The ball bounced around, each time ricocheting off of something else, with the metal sheets providing the ball with ample bounce before it landed dantily into the fish bowl, and the Carnie looking on in shock. Sam gave the Carnie a smug look as Bee picked the 7th goldfish he saw.

The Carnie just narrows his eyes and shoved the fish into Bee's waiting arms. Bee's eyes gained stars as he held the fish against his cheek "Good going Bee! What are you going to call him?" Mikaela asked. Bee was thinking of a name while he was searching the internet for how to properly take care of a goldfish, not deciding on a name just yet, but he was sure he'd think of something.

Meanwhile, at another area of the park, The Lennox Family, plus their familial guardian Ironhide had been busy walking in a different direction of the fair towards the petting zoo. Annabelle had been riding on Ironhide's holoform shoulders, chatting about the fun things at the carnival and how she couldn’t wait to pet all the animals. Ironhide however, didn't see the appeal of a "petting" zoo when Mankind depended on animals to LIVE.

When they found the Petting Zoo, Annabelle immédiatement zoomed towards a small area dedicated to bunnies and rabbits. Grabbing a few pelets, she sat down and let the bunnies come to her, their fluff nuzzling her hand and causing her to giggle. Ironhide smiled at the adorable display, only for him to get headbutt from behind by a baby goat, who had taken a liking to him.

At first, Ironhide tried to ignore the constant headbutting, until he began to get annoyed, he saw the baby animal and when it charged at him again, he then moved, causing the goats to ram into a nearby table, where a couple was eating a meal, and caused a saltshaker to fall down. Ironhide gave a chuckle, finally victorious over the little goat.

Meanwhile, Optimus, Bulkhead and Chromia were waiting in line for the strongman game. However, it wouldn't have taken so long if Trent hadn't been bragging and showing off to a few girls that were watching from the sidelines. Showing off his muscles, he picked up the mallet and slammed it down on the weight...only getting up to "My Mom can lift stronger than THAT."

Trent blushed like crazy as it was now Optimus's turn to try. The Prime eyed the game curiously. "So...All I have to do is get the weight to hit the bell?" He asked the carnie. The carnie in question rolled his eyes "Yup. That's the general idea." She said in a bored voice. Trent watched from the sidelines and gave a laugh, watching Optimus fumble with the mallet. "Watch. He's gonna break his back. Old coot" he snickered. Optimus however heard him, and upped the strength of his Holoform.

He slammed the Mallet into the game and the Weight not only slammed into the bell numerous times, but it broke the bell and shot up into the atmosphere. All those around him looked on in complete shock as the girls that were hanging around Trent immediately ditched him, deciding to fawn in awe over his raw strength. The Carnie however immediately shoved all the prizes he had at Optimus, slightly shivered "H-HERE! TAKE THEM ALL!!" He screamed, backing away from him.

Optimus, not seeing the big deal shrugged his shoulders, and looked around at the various bystanders. "Um...Anyone want a prize?" Bulkhead asked, causing a few small kids to run up to the bewildered Optimus, cheering at the idea of a toy won FOR them. A few parents ran up to the kids as well, preparing to pay whatever they had to to get a toy from Optimus.

At one of the various food booths, away from our Weight champion, Jazz, Mirage and Ratchet had been trying out some "crazy" carnival food. Or rather... Jazz and Mirage were, and Ratchet was appalled at what the two of them decided to eat. The medic nearly fainted at what the two of them decided to get. Mirage had selected a deep fried fried chicken donut sandwich, with a side of deep fried butter, while Jazz was feasting on a cotton candy funnel cake with ice cream, powdered sugar, sprinkles and chocolate sauce.

"Do you even KNOW what you're consuming right now?!" Ratchet yelled, getting a few looks from some bystanders "Yeah! Pure deliciousness! Who would have thought Earthlings could make such good fuel! Mirage said, taking a bite out of Jazz's funnel cake. Ratchet bit back a line of curses as Jazz decided he needed MORE sugar, and asked for whipped cream. "Yeah! Lighten up Hatchet! It's supposed to be FUN." Jazz said, taking a bite of ice cream.

The medic looker like he was about to be sick "is there ANYTHING at this place that isn't swimming in grease?!" He shouted, gaining some...strange looks. Jazz and Mirage quickly shushed him. "Hey! Pipe down. We're supposed to be INCOGNITO." Jazz hissed "Yeah man! We're not supposed to draw that much attention!" Mirage added. Ratchet glared at them. He KNEW that. He was the warning them about that in the first place. "Hey guys!" Cried Robert Epps, who was holding something in his hand

"Check it out! They have fried gator here!" He said cheerfully, popping one into his mouth. It was too much for Ratchet as he walked over to a nearby Chinese food stand, and asked for stir fried veggies. Lucky for him, they were all cooked with not that much grease. He then was handed a fortune cookie before he went back to the others. After Ratchet finished his...MUCH healthier option, he cracked open his fortune cookie that read

"Your fortune will change, Bad Things Lie ahead..."

Ratchet rolled his eyes as he read the fortune "Oh please. The belief in luck Is for superstitious humans. Luck isn't real." He said, getting up to toss the paper, that's when he bumped into someone. A woman wearing colorful clothing, who glared at him "Don't be so sure you know so much about luck " She said. Ratchet stared before another person got in his views, blocking it as the woman seemed to vanish into thin air. He looked around, but he couldn't find her anymore...

In a nearby hall of mirrors, The twins Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were admiring themselves in the many wild, warped and twisted mirrors that stood around him. Sideswipe especially was having fun at a specific mirror that made it look like he had big muscles. "Look at me! I'm a handsome squishy!" He said as Sunstreaker looked bored at his twins enthusiasm.

"You ACT like one of them too ya know." He said, secretly admiring his own reflection as well. And Sideswipe knew this very well "I know you love it too Sunny." He said, earning a whack on the head from Sunstreaker "DON'T. CALL. ME. SUNNY." He said. The smile never left Sideswipe's face "You know you love it." He said jokingly, while heading to another mirror that enlarged his head.

The twins continued their fun, until Sunstreaker leaned on one of them. Suddenly and without warning, One of the mirror cracked and shattered into shards upon shards. The twins looked in shock as they stared at the reflective glass pieces on the ground, terrified if they made a move that another mirror would break. "Maaaaaaaaybe we should meet back with the others" Sideswipe said "Agreed." Sunstreaker replied.

After a few more hours, everyone regrouped to do a check in. Ironhide had won Annabelle a Plush Black Cat at a shooting game, while Jazz won himself a pair of fuzzy dice for his alt mode (something that Ratchet found absolutely ridiculous) "Well, there gonna start the fireworks in a few hours, so we can spend a little more time playing some game's" Will Lennox said. The group agreed, when Miles pointed at a tent

"Hey Sam! Check it out! A fortune telling booth!" He yelled. Sam gazed at the tent, an eyebrow raised. He never bought the act of 'seeing into the future' or 'telling your future'. If anything, all fortune tellers were a hoax. "C'mon Sam! Let's go see if this person is good." Mikaela said, pulling him forward. Shrugging, the three teens walked into the fortune telling tent...

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Something nice I've done for myself? I finally ordered the cosplay I've been wanting for ages!!

For a prompt... anything Halsin centric has my heart, as you know ❤️

Love you friend 💞

Your cosplay is going to be astounding! The picture you showed of the order had me thweeping in excitement, you're going to look incredible.

As for anything Halsin centric...I have something just for you <3

Party Time

The idea had been a fairly simple one. They were in the tavern, a lot of shit had happened and there was every chance they were going to die. So the only natural conclusion to be drawn from that was they needed to have a party. Not just any old party, a fancy dress one. Perhaps a bit more thought could have gone into it, they had half a day to come up with an appropriate outfit. Then again, they were in Baldur's Gate which had everything anyone could ever want, allegedly. Unless you listened to Gale who was adamant Waterdeep was better in every single way.

It was all well and good for those who were Baldurian or accustomed to city living. But Halsin? He was a bit of a fish out of water. While Astarion had sticky fingers, Halsin had morals and not much in the way of spare coin.

"What you thinking of doing?" Karlach asked with an easy grin.

"I have rather limited options, I'm afraid. Either as a retired arch druid or a bear." Arms spread a little, he gave a half shrug. "How about yourself?"

The look Karlach gave him spelled trouble and Halsin didn't fell reassured when she wrestled Astarion for a box of make-up. The indignant warbling of his was only silenced when Karlach scooped out the colour she wanted onto a cloth and chucked the rest back at him. Thankfully, Astarion wasn't bothered by the lack of red in the palette.

Come evening, the group convened in the centre of the room. Gale had conjured up a lovely illusion of enchanted woods to set the mood. He was in some mighty fine wizarding robes, next to Astarion who was elegant in his outfit and masquarade mask. Standing with some wine in her hand, Shadowheart looked regal in flowing robes while Lae'zel drew eyes in a tightly fitted suit that plunged down indecently low. Naturally, Wyll looked ever dashing, comfortable in clothes he would have probably worn to court dances while Minthara was in a similar outfit to Lae'zel but more ornate.

From behind a folding screen came a lot of giggling as Karlach and Halsin added finishing touches to their outfits.

"This is going to be epic." The whisper was more of a hushed shout of excitement from Karlach. "No, just twist it this way. Almost. Come here, let me."

"It's a marvel how easy you make this look."

The others eschanged looks, almost nervous about what was going on. Karlach's "on three, ready?" was heard by all. Still, nothing could prepare them for the yell with which she and Halsin jumped out from either side of the folding screen.

In the sudden silence they all blinked at each other. Karlach was in Halsin's usual outfit, a couple of toy birds affixed to her horn and one on her shoulder. Meanwhile, Halsin was smeared red from head to toe, rags twisted and knotted to form horns. He sported Karlach's outfit from the nautiloid, even brandished a great axe.

"Where's your fancy dress?" Karlach asked the others.

Awkward glances were exchanged. Eventually, Wyll cleared his throat.

"We are in fancy dress."

"But-oh. Oh no." Karlach covered her face with her hands, almost knocking one of the toy birds off. "You meant fancy fancy dress. Not just fancy dress."

Laughter boomed in the room as Halsin lost the war against keeping his emotions in. Grinning, he bumped his shoulder against Karlach's.

"Come along, Arch Druid, we have a party to liven up. These stuffy old fools don't seem to know the meaning of fun."

Grin back on her face, Karlach nodded. "Right you are, Tiefling Barbarian. Let's party!"