#Do(e) a deer a female deer

[applesontheground]

I have a big, beautiful, fat fucking request for you. Let me get, some Danny Johnson, him totally, ferally obsessed with the reader. He is down BAD for her. He has so many cravings, he doesn't know where to *start* when he finally breaks into her place. He wants to do it all and has a knife, rope, duct tape and nothing but time since your vacation just started and no one is expecting to see you for DAYS. All he knows is he wants to fuck you and see you cry and bleed, ruin you for anyone else. <3

last night never happened 📞

SO, THIS IS GOING TO BE THE FIRST DIVE INTO DANNY, HUH?

As someone who's coming out of one hell of a break, i'm very excited to find my writer's muscle again, and what better way than to finally get started on some of my requests? :D

This is also a part of celebrating @bisexual-horror-fan's birthday today! I told Bex I wanted to do something special for this, and give a good reminder I sure don't forget about any ideas that get thrown at me... even the ones that have sat in the inbox for far too long.

Hope you like it, Bex. Happy birthday!! ❤

NSFW | Word Count: 3,138 | Danny Johnson x Female Reader contains MAJOR DUBCON THEMES, stalking/obsession, masturbation, B&E, sadomaso, knifeplay/v light bloodplay, titfucking, BDSM, gagging, fingering, orgasm denial 🎼: x, x

“How do we know the stories that come from that beat are always going to center around this part of town?”

“Well,” A pause, a knowing pause that was tired of answering the question, “How do we know it isn’t? This is downtown, [Y/N].”

Then came a small murmur from the group. You were silent, but you didn’t lower your head. It was a standard meeting with the head photographer, and you were merely sitting in. More of an intern than any sort of employee, it was almost mindless to speak up like you did. You appeared not to understand that it was all supposed to deter you from being so steady on your pedestal, of once-believed expertise that you were ahead of some nonexistent curve in reasoning. Your unwavering blink, a denial to be crushed despite the odds falling against your face, was tantalizing.

It made the muscles in his hands flex, white knuckling as he folded his hands and craned his neck to force his eyes on the space in front of him. You had no right to know just what those hands wanted to do, no one besides him did – at least, while he was forced to exist so identifiable in public, surrounded by others.

Someone could gut that pretty little body like a fish and she still wouldn’t find the need to run from the knife. That idea raced to the forefront of his head, a realization that made him need to shift uncomfortably, pretend his nose itched to explain to the world why a jolt of energy had just shot down his leg, made him almost leap at some thought up opportunity.

There was a scheduled break in the work – for all of the team, including you – after that session. A full week to catch up on the work at hand, take the time to do what mattered if you were already there. Although the weather was great for travel, for visiting friends, you had been idly chatting about it after the meeting, mentioning there were no plans outside of “decompressing”.

It was perfect, and he nearly moved in closer to get a look at you, mere steps away from where he had been sitting. He couldn’t meet your eyes just yet. It all came from deep in his chest, something that drummed sweat in his hands and made him promptly leave the meeting room without another look around.

Some time that evening, remembering the curve of your jaw when you would turn to look at the clock on the wall and melting into the hot sweat against his hand that stroked to the rhythm that he’d believe resembled a pulse under his fingers, Danny decided you were going to be his next project. He had been sliding ideas of others that he saw along with you day in and day out, and you were a babe, sure… but this oblivion you showed, a deer with no thought behind the eyes in the face of an oncoming car. It made him want to get under that skin.

When he had seen you before this decision, it was all casualties: picking up pencils that slipped off your desk, null glances when you passed each other in the hall. He would then observe from afar, over the edges of a novel he was reading or a laptop screen, acting like he was far more preoccupied with his work and you none the wiser. He could care less about editing photos he took, the program making his computer grow hot as he would instead shift his stare to you, fixing flyers on a corkboard or chatting with another body.

The way your hair framed your face and made you appear so friendly, mundane being too stale and homely being too chaste. You had a quirk in your lips, a scoff to your giggles; that all made you seem a little more than something plain.

Finally, there came the photographs. You walking by the building, mostly outdoors settings where he could perch somewhere perfect, capture your likeness without any sort of hints or the confines of indoors closing off noises, the way he had to sometimes move alongside you. When people approached, there was always a bird in the trees, something else happening to make Danny look unsuspecting. No one noticed anything close enough to see you in the background each time he was out on field work.

It was an easy plan to put together, because he figured he’d just need the basics: a hunter’s knife, curved and ridged in little spots for the variety and the flare. Then, a basic nylon rope, something itchy and uncomfortable to add to every reaction that he was seeking, knowing he could tear from you. He had gotten it on sale.

The idea to save his zipties, wanting to use them but recognizing there should be other times, only made a smile quirk on his lips. It would be the perfect plan for another visit, and that possibility would make him suck in a breath. He took the duct tape instead. That’d be far more fun than his other supplies he had used just as soon as a month prior.

The entering itself was as simple as he had imagined it would be. He had watched you come home from an evening’s grocery shopping, ready to hide from the world for this long week. He had waited until the streetlights on your corner turned on, a sign sundown was well underway, before standing from the bench he had been lounging on. One eye had been kept on some photographer’s notes he had been working on – he had to actually get some work done, form that alibi nice and early – and one on your front door, your windows as you passed through like a sweet visage only for him. He slipped the cloak on, the mask in hand as he walked across the street, found a bush outside your home, and got into position.

The first star in the sky rearing its luminous face was what got him to stand again, slipping through an unlocked garage door on the side of your home. You were so trusting of anyone who could find their way through the cracks of your personal life, your abode that maybe had enough locks to keep guys like him out…but unutilized.

He’d be sure to hold that faith up to the light for you. How real was it, [Y/N]? You’d really let anyone have a hold of your security, seeing that your coworkers treat it so poorly, laugh at you?

You barely yelled, more so yelped in shock before slipping in your socked feet around the kitchen when he let himself inside. He had considered making it more explosive, but sliding from a curtain and imposing with a feverish desire to feel that exposed skin he was seeing was far more interesting.

Moving before thought only made the soles of his shoes feel heavy on the floor, solid in his own movement.

“Where are you going, baby cakes?” he asked, laughing when your jaw dropped open. Again, it made a crick in his muscles tense, shiver as he willed self-control that was merely buying time.

He couldn’t go ballistic, not yet. Maybe not even during this visit.

He was heaving breaths, silent laughter in his chest and bubbling along the brook of desperate gasps for air. You tried to push your body away, the skin of your thighs and back squeaking painstakingly against linoleum. With a lunge that sent him on his hands and knees, the assailant merely prowled after you, eye contact much easier now from behind the slim shape of the mask.

He took his time; it wasn’t like you could make your way to the door in any way that would cut ice. Those eyes of yours, confused but still meeting the mask’s own in some unwavering attempt to comprehend what was happening. It only made the connection of pressing flush into your body more rewarding.

The first audible sound was an ecstatic giggle from his throat, one that could blow the whole lid off his entrance and his identity should you be able to recall what “Jed Olsen” from work sounded like, remember anything in the brief interactions you two shared…

You wouldn’t, and he knew that when you choked out, not sure what to even ask first, “Who- What are you doing!?”

He nodded quaintly down at you. “Something I should’ve done a long, long time ago.”

On your back, you really could've found the leverage to wiggle him off. Still, when the steady throb protruding from a pair of dark jeans and curtained with the robe touched your chest, it disarmed you.

It only got worse for your composure as his hand trailed between your breasts, and he then realized a knife wasn't ready for that spot yet. You jerked your hips against his own slightly, a meek warning with no bite that was met with his gloved hands touching them next, and you felt the way his palms were shaking. The shudder from your abdomen was involuntary.

Danny wasn't untrained, just at the hilt.

You shuddered, a hard swallow fighting gravity and the threat of that hunter’s knife now being grabbed from the floor, touching your bare thigh in an idle drag. It was in sync with a gentle motion he was making with his hips. One could assume it was just him trying to keep balance, but you saw his free hand go to his belt and start undoing it, and you sucked in a breath again. Breathing was all you could really bring yourself to do.

“Not gonna stop me?” He asked with a huff, opening his hands with the blade rolling against his palm idly. You murmured something intelligible, bracing the floor as his thighs squeezed the outside of your hips. He froze, a second of breath before grabbing you by your shirt collar, the knife sawing into the hem of your collar and making you jerk back. Still, you didn't scream as he tore through it, and let its messy remains fall behind you, a weird bump in the smooth floor that only gave you a little more discomfort.

"Awe, I appreciate you keeping your voice down." He cooed, idly pulling his pants zipper down and freeing himself. His cock fit between your tits, a slow motion that went up the middle portion between your stomach and your chest, a slow slide up your sternum, and then back down in an experimental pull. You didn't look down on the first thrust, but the second time warm metal brushed your face. A Jacob's Ladder twitched slightly at getting some attention.

The noise you let out, appalled by your own enjoyment, got him to falter again. You felt his own in the way he had to roll his shoulders. You turned your head, looking at the closest thing to you on the kitchen floor and only seeing the stretch of tile. The cool sensation was appreciated against your face, if nothing else.

“Come on, [Y/N].” The weight of your name, your actual name, made your throat tighten, meeting eyes with him in a snap of your head. This couldn’t be a stranger, a sure tone as he insisted with another trace of your searing thigh with a nitrile roll of texture up your skin, touching the marks of the knife and making you grit your teeth from behind shaking lips.

“You could at least try.”

He had to start pointing his energy into something that wasn't going to leave you in a pool of blood on the floor, take the urge back into sliding his dick in between your breasts and look down at it rather than you. He wondered if you could tell where his eyes were, and from where you saw it between the fight to keep from actually getting pleasure from this, he just looked focused on either you or what he was doing to you.

Still, you couldn't deny the weight of the assailant against your stomach, the way he pinned your legs together with his own in something far, far from chaste. You could do more, your unbound arms and hands could push him. Your free legs could come up, push a knee into his stomach, right in that cock that was helping itself to your bare skin. Still, he let a choked noise slip as his pace went a little quicker, and he then snapped the mask to face you more clearly, show he was looking up at your face.

"Hey, be a sweetheart for me." He asked, one hand on his own thigh and the other still holding the knife, the flat side of the blade tapping your shoulder and making you flinch slightly. "I have a proposal to make this easier for both of us. You can either hold your tits together for me, or I'm going to go ahead and tie them up."

You furrowed your brow, and he then warned you, "Five seconds." Quickly, and to your own disgust, your hands came up to cover your collarbone, arms and elbows squeezing together to give him what he wanted. The first slide between them was a little rough, skin catching before pre-cum from a few more thrusts made it easier.

He was far too worked up already, and more so than you. It only made the recognition that he was busting and able to leave before you even recognized what had happened a goal he was desperate for. The weeks of watching you from afar, getting to feel that jaw and those eyes on him was almost too much.

"Jesus," It wasn't reverent, it wasn't grateful. The first intelligible word out of your mouth was a plea, and it only made Danny stop thinking and falter as cum started to spurt out in the middle point between your breasts, deep between the valley. Bending almost perpendicular to you, the mask was inches away from your face, and you let out a gentle moan to the sensation.

One of your hands had his cum on the finger, and it was an insane move on your part, but what better way to try to end this than to scare him? You lifted a finger to your lips, and he saw your tongue lick up its length, his labored breathing stilled and the knife scratched tiled floor as he fumbled with it.

He had to shake out his hands to keep from letting them snug around your neck, scoffing under his breath to keep from snarling like an animal. He reached for the tape that he had placed on the counter in his setup, a loss of pressure on your body but your head was spinning to fast to take advantage of that, heaving breaths and trying not to make more noise as he ripped a strip off.

“Oh. Do you think you’re good enough to taste me?” He pressed the cool tape to your mouth, eliciting a shocked noise that you had been holding back until now. He leaned in, tilting his head and the chin of the mask brushing yours in a callous scratch of plastic. He turned attention to your wrists, taking them off your chest and pulling them down to sit on your still clothed abdomen. The rope had been fastened to his belt, weighing down off his hip from him unbuckling it. He unraveled it, still shivering from the exertion as he got them around your wrists.

“When do you think you’ll get that chance again. Huh, slut?” You just gawked, lips pushing against the tape, unable to answer and unable to consider what the fuck he meant by that. He played around with the idea of getting to see you again, “Next week? Next month, maybe?”

The rubber nitrile of his glove framed one side of your face as he then spoke in a more severe voice again, “Because I’m not done with you, [Y/N]. Not tonight.” He laughed when you let out a noise, trying to sound horrified. It became real as he finally slipped under your waistband, the cozy shorts and underwear barely acknowledged by his hand as he found your entrance in no time.

“Think you can wait?” He asked, hearing a more confident, more aroused noise from you from behind the tape as you rolled your head. He slid his middle in, the pressure along with all the fiddling he had been doing to stop himself from the choking, the tearing, only got his limp dick twitching slightly and another one going in with it after a few prods.

He worked until that shudder from your lower body came again, and you were in an even string of moaning under him, the mask all you saw in shy glimpses as you had to quickly forget this situation and let the pleasure take you down. When you clenched hard around his hand, he then pulled out, and the tears were quick to form in your eyes as you put on a pathetic display, glaring at him as your bound hands slapped him in the chest.

"I think I can wait." He giggled, like he was in trouble with you as he yanked the rope from your wrists, gathering it up as he stood again. You used the leverage to touch your face, and he suddenly knelt down.

"Don't cry, baby." He reminded you, a gentle tap on your face as he then paused to cup your cheek, rub the remnants of your slick against your face, "I'll be back for you."

He tore the duct tape off, a glance down to make sure the cum on your chest was dried and not going to be enjoyed in a way that mattered again before doing it. The wail was the first and only noise that had gone above confused moans and murmurs, and it was more involuntary from the quick motion, the pain of an industrial tool used on such gentle skin.

You caught a look at yourself in the reflection of the knife as he quickly took it from the floor and stood a final time. There was blood on your face, too, and looking down you saw he had done more than just dance the blade of his knife across your inner thighs.

He was already rushing out again, closing the door behind him in an insanely casual move, so you took the moment of utter shock and still on the floor of your own house to pull your leg into better view.

[How did he know my name starts with a D? / Why did he carve a very clear, concise letter "D" amongst the other marks?" ]

[vigilante-3073]

Daddy's Credit Card

Edward Cullen x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)

Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Y/N is an entitled brat with the power of mental manipulation. She makes life for the Cullen family a bit more difficult.

TW: Entitlement, mention of death, threats and violence, lack of regard for the feelings/property of others.

Edward Cullen had the unfortunate honor of being considered Y/N's closest friend. This role came with a lot of responsibility as Y/N could be quite impulsive, unpredictable and short-tempered. His ability to read her mind came in particularly useful because it allowed him to stop an idea in its tracks before it could be carried out.

Y/N was the first Vampire that Carlisle was able to create and she fell in love with him during the years they spent together. It had been only the two of them since the early 1800s before he turned Edward in 1918 to be a potential mate for her. Y/N felt like Carlisle was pushing her to the wayside and trying to placate her by introducing Edward.

Y/N harbored quite a bit of disdain for Edward upon meeting him, but eventually came to accept him. She grew resentful towards Carlisle, especially after he introduced Esme into the family and married her soon after. Carlisle tried his best to mend his relationship with Y/N, but it was nothing like it had been all those years ago.

Edward and Y/N were virtually inseparable, but there were no romantic feelings involved. Y/N could be quite possessive of him, but he tried his best to reassure her that he wouldn't abandon her as a friend. As the Cullen family grew, Y/N started to rebel against Carlisle and push back against some of the rules he had set, especially about using her powers.

Carlisle tended to let her get away with almost everything, as long as no one was harmed. He had been dealing with her outbursts for hundreds of years and was understandably exasperated. Carlisle's hands-off parenting approach with Y/N was most likely the reason that Edward was in his current predicament.

Y/N had "borrowed" Carlisle's credit card and had completely disappeared for almost two months before returning to the Cullen home with a brand new black Camaro and too many shopping bags to count.

The week before her disappearance, Edward had caught one of her ideas before it was able to snowball into a very expensive trip to Las Vegas on Carlisle's dime. He could only imagine what she had come up with instead.

Carlisle welcomed her back into the home with open arms, not daring to ask her where she had been. Edward couldn't stand her continuing sense of entitlement, but he was honestly impressed by how creative she could get with her rebellious behavior.

Y/N walked up the stairs, lifting her sunglasses up onto her head as she made her way into Edward's room.

"Get up, we're going hunting," She said.

"I have school in an hour," Edward stated, closing his book and setting it aside.

Y/N scoffed, taking her sunglasses off and tossing them onto his desk. Y/N had become indifferent to high school over the years and Edward couldn't blame her.

"Where were you?" Edward asked, Y/N shrugged, "Everywhere... Europe, mainly," She said.

"How much of Carlisle's money did you spend?" Edward questioned.

"Not nearly enough. Get up," She said. Edward clenched his jaw as he stood up from the couch without any intention of doing it.

"I hate it when you do that," He muttered, shaking his head.

"Come hunting with me," Y/N repeated.

"I'll get you one deer, then I have to go," Edward bargained, "Deal," Y/N replied.

...

Edward rode to school in the passenger seat of Y/N's new car, "I met someone while you were gone," He stated.

"You should know that you don't have room in your life for anyone besides me," Y/N replied without looking at him.

Edward huffed a laugh, "You aren't even here half the time," He said.

"Doesn't matter. I don't share my things," Y/N stated, driving up into the parking lot of the school.

"I don't belong to you," Edward said.

Although it was true that Carlisle had saved him with the intention of creating a companion for Y/N, their relationship tended to be one sided. Edward was expected to be available to her at all times for whatever she may need, but the same standards didn't apply to her.

Y/N could disappear for years and would still expect Edward to be waiting for her upon her return like a loyal lap dog.

"You can keep thinking that all you want," She said, pulling into a parking spot beside Rosalie's car before putting the car in park and shutting off the engine.

Y/N reached for the door handle, "Wait," Edward said, she looked over at him, "I haven't asked you for many things in the time that we've known each other, but I'm serious about this person and I would appreciate your support in this," Edward said.

"Is she human?" Y/N asked.

Edward nodded, "Her name is Bella," He said.

"I don't care what her name is, Edward. This relationship is not going to continue," Y/N stated.

"She already knows about us," Edward said.

"You told her?" Y/N questioned.

"No, she figured it out herself," He replied.

"This shouldn't even be a conversation," Y/N scoffed.

"Bella has met the family and they accept our relationship... I'm in love with her, Y/N," Edward said.

"This is ridiculous," Y/N snapped, opening the door and getting out of the car. She slammed the door as hard as she possibly could have without shattering the window.

Edward sighed, resting his head back on the seat behind him before reluctantly stepping out of the car and making his way into the building.

...

Bella jumped as he locker was suddenly slammed shut. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at the young woman with golden brown eyes, "I-You must be Y/N... Edward has told me about you," Bella said nervously.

Y/N stepped forward, crowding Bella back against the wall of lockers as she stared the girl down, "He's told me plenty about you too. But none of it matters because you and Edward are done. You're going to break up with him and forget all about us," Y/N instructed.

Bella scoffed softly, "I-I'm not gonna do that. I love him," She said.

Y/N's face fell, "You little-," She started, an arm quickly wrapped around her waist and pulled her away from Bella.

"Don't even think about it," Edward growled.

He looked up at Bella, he could hear her heart racing, "Are you okay, Bella?" He asked.

She nodded, "I'm fine," She said softly.

"Go wait in the car," Edward said sternly to Y/N. She shoved his arm away from herself before storming off down the hallway.

"You weren't kidding about her," Bella said.

"I'm sorry, that shouldn't have happened," Edward said, making his way over to her.

"You don't have anything to apologize for," Bella assured.

"She'll come around eventually, I promise. She hated me at first too," Edward said.

"I find that hard to believe," Bella said, picking up her backpack and slipping her arms through the straps.

"Y/N is a very complicated person to understand," Edward sighed. The pair began walking down the hallway towards the exit, "Does she try to intimidate people very often?" Bella questioned.

Edward flinched at the question, "What?" Bella asked.

"That wasn't her attempt to intimidate you... Y/N has the ability to control people's minds and if you were anyone but you, you'd be doing exactly what she told you to," Edward said.

"Seriously?" Bella asked, Edward nodded.

The pair made their way outside, Edward's eyes quickly located Y/N, she was leaning against the hood of her car with her arms crossed while staring daggers at Bella.

Edward read her thoughts quickly, resting his hand on Bella's back and walking her over to her truck when he found no immediate threats to her safety in his friend's mind.

"Is there any way that I can talk with her sometime? Just to clear the air," Bella asked.

"That's really not a good idea right now. Just go home and I'll come see you later, alright?" Edward said, she nodded.

Edward opened the door to her truck and allowed her to climb in before closing door for her. She sent him a small smile as she started the truck before putting it into gear and driving off the lot.

...

The Cullen family gathered in the living room, the air was tense as they discussed the incident that had occurred between Bella and Y/N at the school.

Edward had told Carlisle about what Y/N was thinking before he was able to intercept her attack on the young girl Edward had come to care for.

"You were going to hurt Bella, that is absolutely unacceptable," Carlisle said firmly. Y/N rolled her eyes, "I didn't even lay a finger on her, Carlisle, you're being dramatic," She replied.

"Edward heard your thoughts and was able to stop you before inflicting any physical harm to her, but your intentions were clear," Carlisle said, glancing over at Edward.

"Having an incident in the school would absolutely draw enough attention to our family to require us to leave Forks again," Esme said.

"Especially after what happened in the parking lot," Rosalie muttered.

"It's not like I was going to kill her, just maim her a little," Y/N shrugged.

Edward clenched his jaw, taking a breath to try and calm himself down before doing anything rash.

"Bella is with Edward and that makes her a part of this family," Carlisle said.

"Understand that this human girl is not even close to a part of this family. She will die and the world will be left no different than when she was alive. We are wasting time arguing about something ridiculously insignificant," Y/N said.

Edward ran at her, slamming her back against the wall hard enough to crack the plaster. She stared up at him with a blank expression, "Tell me that I'm lying," Y/N said.

Emmett moved to take a step forward, Rosalie grabbed his arm wordlessly before he could get himself involved. Edward and Y/N had to work this out on their own and there was definitely the possibility of an ugly fight breaking out.

"I've seen a vision of Bella as one of us," Alice said.

"That's not going to happen," Edward snapped.

"Then she'll die and this will mean nothing. Take a stand on a topic that matters, Edward," Y/N replied, effortlessly pushing him away from herself and making her way out of the room.

...

PART 2

[whiskeynwriting]

The Babymoon

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Brief mention of reader’s hair (Jack just brushing it aside), established relationship/marriage, pregnant reader, dirty talk, aggressively passionate Jack (I’m W E T), degradation/teasing, breeding kink, daddy kink (ofc), spit kink, rough sex, choking, biting, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, and some fluffies

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A/N: I apologize for the late post but ya girl has the stomach flu y’all 

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Every small grunt forces a ping of guilt through your husband’s gut, both hands working tirelessly to relieve your pain. Truly, he didn’t know the walk would be so rigorous for you, but he should’ve known, should’ve researched more before coming out. But he does his best to make the situation better; he carried all of the bags, both yours and his, set them down in their appropriate rooms and then rushed back to tend to you. Jack led you over to the couch, letting you lay out while he removed your socks and shoes.

“I’m sorry, sugar.” He mumbled, removing his hat while kneeling down. “Didn’t realize it was such a long hike.”

“It’s okay.” Came your sigh of reassurance, head tilted back. “It was worth it.”

And that made him incredibly happy, forcing that handsome smile right across his face. What you said was true, too, coming here was definitely worth it. With Jack’s busy work schedule, and you constantly prepping for the baby, the two of you needed a break, especially before your newborn gets here. And that’s exactly what this trip was intended for. Some time away to relax, reset, and enjoy each other’s presence. 

Jack’s lips find their way to your ankles and calves, fingers massaging your sore feet. He didn’t mind doing this for you, did it almost every night, in fact. It became routine for him quite quickly; he could never not care for you. But thankfully, most of the more aggressive symptoms have subsided alongside the beginning of your third trimester. No more intense nausea or bloating, no more awful heartburn. The worst of your troubles have been general muscle aches and pelvic pain, but you’d take that over vomit any day.

“I can feel him kicking.” A sudden laugh comes from your throat, both hands falling to your belly. 

Jack grins, reaching up with one of his own hands. “He’s a wild one, in there.” 

“You… you think it’ll really change?” All Jack does is look up with confused concern. “Our lives, the way we are, when he comes.” 

His casual shrug serves as minimal reassurance. Glancing back down at your feet, Jack clears his throat. “Sure it will, babycakes. But not in a bad way.”

“How do you know it won’t be in a bad way?”

“Because I won't let it be that way.” Chocolate eyes meet yours once again, full of warmth and kindness. “Don’t worry so much, honey. We’re on vacation.” And with that, he’s standing, leaning over to kiss your forehead. “Let me go make you a drink.” 

And in this brief lull, you let out a relaxed breath, feeling at ease in Jack’s care. He’d always been such an attentive man, an attentive partner, able to identify and tend to your wants and needs before you even knew what they were. Being observant was in his nature, and branched into every area of his life, even now. 

“Here you go, sugar.” Handing you the drink with a smile on his face, Jack turns toward the fireplace, taking it upon himself to light it. 

It’s easy to admire him, not only for his incredibly handsome features, but for his wonderfully doting personality. He takes care of you, in every sense of the word. You’ve never felt safe before, like you do with him. 

Although the walk up to the cabin was laborious, he’s still glad he chose it. Perfectly secluded and quiet, up in the Kentucky mountains. The entire estate is surrounded by woodland brush and gentle creatures, deers and rabbits and birds. The surrounding peace is everything the two of you have been craving, a place to relax and reconnect. Your travels happened later in the evening, though, the night sky already beginning to grow. And with the stars peeking out from behind the clouds, and Jack lighting the fireplace, the entire situation seemed all too familiar. 

“You know…” Looking over at Jack, he stands, briefly clapping the dust from his hands. “This kind of reminds me of our honeymoon.” 

“Yeah?” He asks, flashing you that dazzling grin. And then he shrugs, walking over to you. “That was kinda the point.” 

Romantic, warm, and beautiful, qualities that mirror both your relationship and post-wedding vacation. It still makes you grin, still makes butterflies erupt inside your belly that Jack is willing to do all of this for you. 

“Wanna spoil you, angel.” Jack then hums, brushing aside some hair so he can get to your neck. And then he’s placing a single, sweet kiss, smiling. “How’re you feelin’, hm? Sore? Anything I can do?” 

The mention of your honeymoon has his insides stirring, his mischievous nature growing. Alongside these playful emotions comes the presence of Jack’s hand on your thigh, warm even through the material of your pants. He rubs you firmly, giving the plush fat of your legs a slow squeeze. 

Spoiling you is genuinely Jack’s pleasure, and he does it because he loves you; and this trait grew tenfold when you decided to carry his baby. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t use these situations for his own satisfaction, too. Watching your body grow makes his entire body run hot, your soft and squishy thighs, your round belly and perfectly plump backside. And Jesus Christ, your tits, he never thought they could get any more enticing before you got pregnant. But now? So swollen with your nipples all sensitive and red… he can’t keep himself away. He just can’t, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to on your private getaway. 

The slightest, most timid smirk forms on your face, eyes choosing to look away. “Well… you already took care of my feet.” Something in you says that Jack is looking for an excuse, for any simple reason to touch your body, massage it and just feel every inch of it that he can.

“Yeah?” He responds, chestnut orbs traveling down your figure. “What about your legs?”

“They’re fine, not too sore.” Shrugging, you do your best to suppress your laugh. Sometimes, teasing Jack was fun. 

Raising a brow, he then asks, “Your hips? Stomach?” Now, he’s running his palm over your swollen belly, chest inhaling a deep breath. Nothing about pregnancy turned him on before, not until he saw you carrying his child. Who knew Jack Daniels had a breeding kink? 

“Nope.” Finally turning to face him, you smile innocently. “I’m okay, baby.” 

The look on your face is kind and calm, but the twinkle in your eye tells him you’re only playing. And his own expression is growing stern, contemplating his next move. 

“You don’t seem to get it, do you?” 

“Get what?”

And in one quick motion, Jack’s hand rises to grab harshly at your chest, squeezing one breast in hand. It makes you gasp, makes your body jump with surprise. 

“Daddy wants to touch you, sugar.” In an instant, he’s closer, breathing heavier against you. “Daddy wants to touch your sweet body and watch you fall apart in his arms.” 

With an exasperated sigh, he’s then falling to your neck, sucking on it with wet lips. His sudden advance has your jaw dropping, lips curling up at the ends. Keeping his hand on your chest, his fingers press into your skin, massaging your tit before collecting his fingers so he can toy with your nipple.

“Jack,” Comes your simple sigh, head falling back.

“I know,” He says, mouthing at your neck. “It feels so good for you, honey.”

His mouth moves to your jawline, licking it, nipping at it, while brushing his thumb across the point of your breast. Even the slightest bit of friction made them hard, whether it be a small breeze or the soft fabric of your shirt. They’d never been more sensitive, and Jack had never been more interested. 

“You know I wanna touch you,” Jack mumbles over your skin, hand dropping to your legs. “Fuckin’ tease.” 

Cupping you between your thighs pulls a full moan from your throat, head lifting just in time to see him lean into your chest. Jack buries his face into you, right between your smooth mounds while his tongue dips into your cleavage. 

“Oh, god, I want this, sugar.” Though, you can barely hear him with his face stuffed between your tits. Lifting both hands, you encourage him, holding him there by the back of his head. 

“Daddy,” Two fingers rub firm circles over your covered center, your husband groaning quietly when you grab onto his hair. 

“Let me do this, baby doll.” 

Nodding rapidly, you gulp. “Okay, daddy. Okay…” 

Moving away from you with a swift inhale, Jack lifts himself from your body. Already, his pupils are blown, his pants tented firmly against your thigh. And for a brief second, you laugh. The two of you haven’t even been here for more than thirty minutes and he’s already trying to get into your pants. 

“Gorgeous fuckin’ thing.” The praise makes you flush and he knows it, making his way down so he can kneel between your legs. “Get these off, sugar.” And even though he says it like a command, he does it for you, undoing your jeans and yanking them down your legs. The help you offer is brief, a simple lift of your hips. But then you’re falling back down and watching him spread your legs. 

“Yeah… this is what I wanna see.” With his gaze focused on your center, Jack groans, tongue poking out to lick his lower lip. “Already leakin’ through your panties…”

In an experimental act, he reaches out, finger swiping over the very center of the delicate cloth. It’s damp, the middle darkened from your wetness. And that makes him grin, makes him fucking throb in his pants. 

“You know it, don’t you?” He asks before leaning forward and stuffing his face between your thighs. Again, it takes you by surprise, forcing your legs wider while that curved nose of his nuzzles its way into your crotch. And then, he’s inhaling, hot mouth opening to taste you through your panties.

“D-Daddy,” This time, it comes out as a whine, one hand fisting his hair while the other grabs hold of the couch. 

“Ugh,” Lifting himself just enough for you to hear, he says, “Know just how fuckin’ good you taste.” Reaching forward, Jack hooks two fingers around your panties before pulling them aside. And then his tongue is laying out, flattening it to give your cunt one firm, wet swipe. 

“Fuck,” Puffing out a harsh breath, your eyes are fluttering shut, feeling the firm shove of his tongue. 

“Get so goddamn wet like this, babycakes.” He notes, mouthing at your clit. Lifting a hand, he grabs onto your hip, urging you to sit back and lift your pelvis up a bit. It gives him better access, after all. “Been a goddamn fountain since I got you pregnant.”

And that makes you laugh, hands lowering to brush kindly through his hair. Both of those broad palms then move beneath your thighs, holding them with a secure grip while sucking on your core. It’s already on his face, on his lips and chin and cheeks. And lord, does he love that. He’d willingly drown in this if he could. Getting his face wet with your slick made him the happiest man on earth, made him harder than he ever thought he could be. 

“Pretty little whore, aren’t you?” Jack chuckles, leaning back to spit on your folds. “Sittin’ here with my baby inside you, and your body’s still beggin’ for more.” The devil truly came out when he was like this, nothing but offensive praise and aggressive passion.

Running his tongue up and down through your lips, he groans, wrapping his mouth around your sensitive bud. And when he gives the tiniest succession of sucks, pulsing his lips around that tiny pearl, you feel like you’re going to come undone. Every part of you feels light and airy, like you could float away at any second. It’s like you’re buzzing with it, with euphoria and happiness. And he just keeps going, just keeps his head between your legs and his mouth on your throbbing cunt. 

Jack knows when to hold you down, he’s done this too many times to not be aware. The grip he gives your hips is bruising, digging in with ferocity while shoving you onto his mouth. Your hips grind against him, head forcing itself back while you cry out for him. It’s a sweet whine, a gasping moan, fingers tightening on those dark brown strands while he fucks his tongue into you over and over again. He did that every time he ate you out, sucked on your clit until he made you unravel and then dove down to collect what he’d worked so hard for.

“I’m so fucking in love with you.” He’s out of breath, reaching for your jaw before smashing his mouth to your own. Instantly, the combination of his spit and your slick is running down your chin, legs shaking gently while Jack consumes you from above. 

“I’m, I - baby.”

“Get up,” Jack grunts, hauling you up by your arms. “Gonna get you in bed so I can see the mess you made for me.” 

Keeping his grip on your bicep, he pulls you alongside him, hurrying down the hall. The master bedroom isn’t far, which your shaky legs are thankful for. His demanding words and actions make everything seem so quick, like you don’t have a choice in anything that’s going on. And truthfully, you want it that way. You want Jack to make the decisions, you want to lie down and do whatever he wants you to. 

Shoving you forward, he watches you stumble onto the bed, a bright grin on your beautiful face. Taking a beat, he pauses, standing above you before beginning to remove his shirt. And while keeping that deadly gaze, you move backward on the covers, shimmying out of your panties. 

Eyes dipping down, he nods toward your chest. “Take off your bra.” 

While unbuttoning his shirt, he watches you complete his task, tossing the last bit of your clothing onto the floor beside your bed. And just in time for him to shove his pants down, too. 

“Mine,” He suddenly says, crawling over you on the bed. “Mine - all mine.”

Again, he’s obsessing over your breasts, shoving his face between them while his hands work the rest. His body rubs against you, cock wet and leaking on your thigh. It makes your insides burn bright, seeing his overt attraction for you. He gets so passionate when he’s like this, so vulnerable yet assertive, confident. 

“Let me get my fingers inside you.” That breathy voice says, licking two of them before dragging them down your chest. 

While his tongue lays out, toying with your nipples, Jack’s fingers dip inside your entrance, already loose from your orgasm. So sweet and welcoming, velvety and warm. And all you can do is writhe beneath the weight of his body, turning your head to kiss his cheek and neck. The curl of his fingers practically makes you shriek, feeling your body react on its own accord. 

“So sensitive like this, baby.” It’s lazy, the way he licks your nipples, teeth dragging over the red and puffy peaks. And then he’s sucking on them, sucking on the swollen swell of your tits and groaning like he’d just cum in his goddamn pants.

“Tell me you want more.”

“I want it,” Nodding, you gasp, swallowing dryly. “I want more.”

Your hips cant upwards in time with his fingers’ movement, hands grasping for his bicep and back. But it’s not enough, not for him.

“Tell daddy you need him, c’mon.”

“Daddy, please.”

“Nuh-uh,” Breathily, he chuckles. “Use your big girl words, sweet pea.” 

“I need you, I need you, daddy. Please, please.” In an attempt to convince him, you lower your hand, finding him laying heavy over your thigh. The firm grip you give his cock makes everything slow down for him, his eyes shutting alongside a small hiss. Even his fingers fall slack, chest dropping against your own. 

“Touch me, baby.” It’s a quiet command, one said while he nods. “Touch daddy.”

Knowing that he’s happy with this, you grin, running your fist up and down his length. Glancing down between your bodies, Jack watches, eyeing the way your thumb swipes over his tip.

“Oh, fuck.” Shaking his head, Jack sighs, hips rocking into your grip. “Always need you like this, sugar, always…” 

You can’t deny that it’s been hard these past few weeks, hell, these past few months. Being intimate hasn’t been a priority for the two of you, unfortunately; stress just took control of your lives. Jack’s career was becoming incredibly demanding, leaving you to care for the house and your unborn baby all on your own. Setting up the nursery, going to doctor’s appointments by yourself, feeling the baby kick without your husband there to experience it, somedays, it was just heartbreaking for you. But you’re here now, you’re together, without a single distraction in sight. You’re his, and he’s mine. That fact is always in your mind.

Taking himself from your hand, he settles between your legs with a relieved breath. Jack’s love for you consumes him, his entire body and mind. He just wants to wrap himself around you, looping his arms around your back while burying his face in your hair. 

“Jack,” It’s said quietly while you hold him, stroking his hair. 

Lifting one hand, it rests on your left breast, Jack’s hips moving to push into you slowly. The way you open up for him is an absolute dream, a breathless laugh spilling from his mouth as it happens. And when he pinches your nipple, you whine, forcing a jump from his cock as it rests inside. 

“You just need a lil’ extra somethin’, don’t you, sweetheart?” There’s a teasing tone to his voice, but you’re not sure what he means. 

Pressing his face into the curve of your neck, Jack smiles brightly, lips dragging over the skin as he begins to move. So he doesn’t hurt you, the hand on your chest moves to the bed, placing all of his weight onto it. 

“Puttin’ my dick inside you just ain’t enough anymore. Was it ever?”

“Daddy, what…” The steady pump of his cock between your legs is making you feel delirious, flooding your body with a sense of euphoria you’ve never felt before your pregnancy. “What do you mean?” 

“Remember what we used to do, sugar? You remember?” Heat creeps onto your cheeks as he says it, legs lifting to his waist as the arousal in your body heightens. “You remember what you did in my office?” 

“B-Baby,” He knows this gets to you, knows it hits right to your core.

“I remember,” Jack continues, licking at your neck. “Bendin’ you over my desk, fuckin’ you dumb over my paperwork. Or how ‘bout the times you sucked me off while I talked to Champ, huh? What about that?” 

Every firm shove forces the tip of his cock against your most sensitive spot, the thin tissue that just begs for his presence. And that, alongside those devilish words, is making you drip around him.

“Crawling on your knees for me in my jet,” He’s throbbing inside you, words becoming airy as he reconnects with your body. “Shit,” Hissing harshly, his eyes pinch shut. “Fuck me, honey. You remember rubbing yourself over me? Over my new goddamn boots because you were so horny?”

“Fuck, yes.” Exposing your neck even more, you toss your head back, feeling Jack’s teeth make their own special imprint. 

The memory is all too erotic, something you honestly can’t believe you did. Jack made you stupid; he was so goddamn attractive, so goddamn charming, that you’d do anything just to please him. Even if it meant humiliating yourself, you’d do it just to get off. 

“Hm…” You sigh out, placing your chin on his knee and closing your eyes in contentment.

“How’s that feel, honey?” He asks, reaching down to tilt your chin up to him.

Your eyes open, lids already heavy with adoration and lust. Jack’s smiling down at you, his expression soft and caring.

“So good,” Comes your contented hum, more than happy to finally have contact with your lover.

“Yeah?” He whispers, “Then keep goin’. Make ‘em all wet and shiny for me, honey.”  

You whimper quietly at his words, moaning lightly as you lean forward to begin moving your hips. The movement of your soft skin, your folds brushing over the smoothness of the material, only furthers the waves of heat that begin flowing through your core.  

“Go on,” He urges, “entertain me, sweet pea.”

“God, do I miss that. Havin’ my own little slut on tap.”

“Daddy, I’m, I’m still here.” It sounds pathetic, like you’re begging, trying your damnedest to prove to him that that part of you hasn’t left. 

“Oh, I know you are.” Lifting himself from your body, Jack glares down at you, one hand lifting to grab your jaw. “I know you’re there, babycakes. Comes out every time I’m inside you, every time I give you a demand. Why don’t you show me?”

At this, your brows raise innocently, unable to speak from the grip he has on your jaw and chin. And amidst your silence, he says, “Show me how well you still listen to me… and open that mouth.”

As soon as his grip allows you to, your lips are parting. That strong hand drops to your throat then, Jack’s face coming down to drip a cool trail of spit onto your tongue. But he’s not done then, not until spitting forcefully onto your mouth. And the moan you exude is nothing short of whorish and erotic, the liquid sliding over your tongue. 

“Yeah…” The word is said with a cocky sense of power, that gorgeous half-smirk crawling onto his face. “You just can’t get off to that vanilla shit anymore, can you, babycakes? You need it rough, don’t you?”

That hand is still on your throat, and only tightens as he speaks. With every thrust, his pelvis slaps against you, forcing your legs wider, and forcing himself deeper.

“Need daddy to manhandle you? Choke you? Hold you down and bruise you?”

Burying himself inside your cunt, you can’t help but feel so perfectly full, the veins along his shaft rubbing delightfully against your inner skin. It feels so natural, this connection, so natural and sensual. But nothing about it is sweet; everything about this encounter screams salacious and indecent. 

“Yes,” Comes your little plea, nodding. “Yes.”

Each shove rocks your body against the mattress, the strength of Jack’s body surrounding your entire presence. He feels so warm and strong, soft when he needs to be and mean when he wants to be. 

“I love this,” Jack admits, “Love nothing more than this; connecting with you. Look at you, just look at you.”

Lowering himself with a flurry of rapid breaths, he presses his mouth to your cheek, expressing his adoration for you. “You’re so good for me, my pretty baby. So pretty like this, sugar. Fuckin’ gorgeous when you take me.”

“I need you, can’t, can’t live without you.”

“Never, sugar.” Gasping against the side of your head, Jack’s chest stutters, a deep groan slipping from his lips. “Always here for you, with you.” 

When he gets like this, you can’t help but wrap your legs around him, tightening every muscle and pulling him in. And he lets you, falling into your embrace with a deep moan of gratification. It consumes him, the pleasure of it all, of releasing inside your wonderfully welcoming body. Jolting slightly above your beautiful and giving form, Jack moans helplessly, feeling his release wash over your walls. Every spurt is accompanied with a sharp shudder, arms moving to encircle you fully. Humid grunts pass over your ear, his mouth hanging open as he experiences the sensation of it. 

“My sweet girl.” Your husband finally says, his body tingling with every ounce of happiness that he has. His hold is full of pure, unwavering love, full of absolute worship and adoration. And beneath him, you relax, wanting nothing more than to rest with him in this peace. 

Kissing your head, Jack whispers sweetly, “Perfect little thing.” 

It’s in this moment that you feel every single worry melt away, every anxious thought about Statesman and the baby. Those negative notions serve absolutely no purpose to you, not when Jack is here, not when he cares for you so consistently and so openly. With Jack, you’re safe, you’ve never known otherwise. And nothing could ever take him away from you.

[paigeandsagesstuff]

Damn You!

Song: “Roslyn” by Bon Iver & St. Vincent

POV: You’re a famous baker for the stars! After kissing your friend, Austin Butler, on New Year’s Eve, you ghosted him until he showed up at your shop.

Warning: Fingering, Oral (Female receiving), & P in V (Triple wrap it y’all!)

♡ Thank you for your support! ♡

Master List Babes💋

You.

You, who's been plaguing his mind since your sweet lips touched his on New Year's Eve. You made his New Year by how you smelled like sugar or something sweet. Like you always did. Austin couldn't bear to hear from you any longer, he couldn't stand you ghosting him anymore.

He sneaked into your bakery while your back was towards the door as you swept the floor.

"Y/N."

You jumped at the sudden voice of Austin, who stood there in damp clothes as his need to hold and kiss you fueled him. You pushed some of your H/C hair behind your ear as your fingers gripped the broom. Strands of hair fell onto your flushed cheeks while you met Austin's angry eyes that had a bit of hunger in them.

"Austin," you said, "what are you doing here?"

He walked up to you like a lion, and you were a deer in the forest. You were his prey that he wanted to devour. You backed away with every step Austin took, but chills hit your back when you hit the wooden walls. Austin was in front of you as you clenched onto the broom.

He could smell your sweet aroma, "Austin, what-?"

"Why have you been ghosting me since New Year's party?"

"I don't-."

Austin placed his hands on either side of you on the wall when you tried to walk away. You gasped and bite your lip.

"I can't, Austin," you said, "let's just let it go?"

"No," he said, "I need to know what you want, please?"

You stared into his deep blue eyes with your E/C. Flashbacks of you two met when his friends had your baked goods at their parties, and finally, directors had you create fake desserts for films. After being on the same sets and parties with him, you two started to chat, which became texting and being friends.

You didn't mean to grow feelings for him, but his smile or smirk, his eyes, and his personality made it easy for you to fall for him. But you hid it for two years until the latest New Year's Eve party in New York when you wore that tight F/C dress and had a nice buzz that made you brave to lock eyes with him when the ball dropped, and you strutted over to him and kissed him. You laughed after you did and said Happy New Year, but he pulled you in with confused eyes that had something you longed for. But you pulled away and went home.

The broom fell, and you held onto his button-up shirt, "Damn you."

Your lips clashed with his, and he stood there baffled but quickly kissed you back as his arms wrapped around your waist, making you press into him more.

You snaked your arms around his neck, making your body mold perfectly.

"I want you," Austin pulled out and breathed out, "can I?"

You felt your cheeks become warm, but you nodded. Your shop was already closed, but you moved away from him to lock the doors and turn off the lights. Your E/C met his sparkling blues when he reached out and held your hand. Austin pressed his lips to your knuckles and pulled his lips away as your breath was taken away from you.

You took his hand and pressed it to your chest, having him feel your heart beating. His eyes bore into yours, causing you to stir something within you that needed to be released.

"I love you, Austin.”

He smiled at you and reached up to cup your face, bringing his face close, "I love you too."

Austin kissed you again until you pulled away, so you could guide him up the steps to her apartment upstairs. There he kept touching your waist by placing his hands on your hips. You unlocked your door, and once inside you were up against it with your legs wrapped around his waist.

"Austin," you moaned but gasped and covered your mouth. Austin pulled your hand away with a smirk.

"No, keep making sounds like that baby."

You bite your lip, which he pulled away with his teeth and kissed you. You started to undress yourself and threw your shirt on the floor. Before you could reach for Austin's shirt, you two were on the bed. He pulled at your pants, and you were left in your undergarments.

"I can't be the only one in my panties," you teased with flushed cheeks, which almost made Austin rip off your panties and take you.

He began to untie his tie and take off his suit. There he was left with only his boxers, he hovered above you and touched your body throughout. You bucked your hips, and you sat up to unhook your bra and tossed it to the side. You covered your breasts up and showed Austin. He looked at you in awe and kissed your chest as you laid back down. Austin pecked your nipples and went down your stomach and to your throbbing core.

You two shared a knowing look, and you nodded. He pulled your lace underwear down to reveal, smirking at the wet spot you had. You whimpered as he kissed your thighs, teasing you as he made his way to his designation.

"Please, Austin I—." You cut yourself off and arched your back, "Ahh!"

Austin licked your clit slowly, then started to lick and suck on it repeatedly. His two-fingered traced your lips and slowly entered your moist core. You grabbed his blonde hair as you moved your hips at the rhythm of him tasting you. You felt yourself start to approach an orgasm, but Austin stopped and only stared at you with a grin.

"Why did you stop?" You groaned, trying to catch your breath.

"I want to be inside you when you cum."

You blushed as he pulled his boxers down to reveal his thick and big member. You gaped at his size and wondered if that was going to fit in you.

"Do you still want this, Y/N?"

"Yes," you bite your lip.

Austin hovered over you and kissed you softly. He slowly entered you and stayed still as you gasped at you being stretched, but you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Please move," you clenched your teeth, gripping onto his hair. He did and when you dug your nails into his back, he started to thrust faster and faster. He caught your nipple in his mouth and you cried out in pleasure.

"Austin!"

Suddenly you're on top as Austin sits up and pulls you close. He moved your hips to show you and you caught on to the rhythm and began to do it yourself. You wrap your arms around his neck and bite it.

He wrapped his arms around your body and kissed your neck. You threw your head back.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me baby," He said while rubbing your clit. "Fuck!"

Together you two came and Austin fell back onto your bed. Stuck together by your guys' sweat, as you are on him with him still inside you.

"Austin," you breathed out.

He looked down with a smile and rubbed your back, "Yes?"

"I love you," you repeated.

Austin flipped you over, "Say it again."

You laughed, "I love you, I do!"

He kissed you, "I love you, too!"

Again, you two made love.

@purejasmine

[besttropeveershowdown]

The Worst Trope Ever Showdown: Round 1, Side B

Love Triangle

Two characters are both in love with the same person.

Propaganda:

It's all drama that distracts from the main plot. Unless it Is the main plot in which case the audience usually already Knows who they'll end up with so it just serves as pointless, and if they don't then it means people might get attached to the wrong person and it ends up upsetting half the people.

Idgaf about your romance drama I'm aro I'm here for the CRIME. Plus it's often written just because people want characters to be in relationships like shut up and fight a sea monster or something. / all love triangles do is cause violent ship wars polyamory is the solution to all problems

Romantic subplots are often done poorly. However, if you'd like to take your romantic subplot to new levels of awful, try a love triangle! Has double the amount of will-they-won't-they slog, twice as many annoying love interests, with extra unnecessary drama!

It nullifies interesting female characters in to who to choose wars and can cause rifts in fandom, especially if the author’s favorite to win the love triangle is obvious from a perspective outside of the narrative.

Humanoid Female Animal

Mainly a thing in animation (tho comes up in CGI in otherwise live action movies or w/e). the male of an animal species will range from somewhat anthropomorphic to looking pretty much like a normal animal, but the female of (supposedly) the same species will be extremely anthropomorphised & sexualised. often includes long hair on the head, heavy makeup, and boobs where the animals they are supposed to represent usually have none of those, and the males usually don't have any either

Propaganda:

ugh. UGH. can a female not exist without being a sexy sex doll? can a female not be hairy and animalistic like the male counterparts? can a female not have ANY interesting design features/ any design at all except 'sexy'??? CAN A FEMALE ANIMAL LOOK LIKE A FUCKING ANIMAL PLEASE. IF YOU'RE GRANTING THE MALES THAT GRACE WHY NOT EXTEND IT TO THE FEMALES JFC. IS THE ONLY PURPOSE OF A FEMALE CHARACTER OF ANY KIND TO BE SEXY TO THE AUDIENCE??? IS IT????? (also they just always look terrible like c'mon that thing is meant to be attractive somehow? to be visually pleasing to you somehow?? (sorry)

gotta slap a bow and eyelashes on to Girl character design bc god forbid we can't tell the boy and girl bunny/lion/deer apart!!!

Aside from the obvious sleazy aspect, it is also, in my opinion as a working character designer, deeply uninspired and often a symptom of a lack of real consideration going into the designs and/or world-building.

[breadnabreadd]

✦ Tá, bora lá-

✦ I've decided to study a few of the brazilian folklore and tupi-guarani indigenous mythology because our culture is awesome and it needs more reconition, right?? Sooo... i find out about the brazilian gods of the tupi-guarani culture and I wanted to design/draw a few things about it-

By the way, small TW for nudity? It doesnt show anything but still.

✦ E OUTRA COISA! Pros meus manos BRs que entendem de mitologia eu peço por favor, POR FAVOR, se eu fiz alguma coisa de errado ou algo do tipo... POR FAVOR, ME CORRIGAM!! PODE TACAR LENHA-- 😭

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✦ Guaraci and Jaci. Literally the sun and the moon gods.

And they are married by the way! The myth of the sun and the moon got many versions but I'm telling this version here:

In the beginning, everything was dark. Until a light started to shine. It was the King Star, our sun, starting to shine. The god Guaraci.

He bring light to everything and to every living being, but one day, he got tired and decided to close his eyes and everything got dark again. But then, a new deity was born, the moon who brought light to the night, the goddess Jaci.

The moon was just so beautiful and wonderful, that made the sun god himself fall in love with her. However, when he opened his eyes, the light of day returns and he can't see Jaci anymore. He got so heartbroken because he couldn't see his beloved that he decided to call for Rudá, the messenger of love god to him send the love letters made by Guaraci to Jaci and tell her how much the sun loves the moon.

And so Rudá did and in the end the moon fell in love with the sun and they got married and for Jaci dont feel lonely at night while everyone is at sleep, Guaraci made her the stars to keep her company.

✦ There is even a song that tells about this myth! However, it is on Portuguese and unfortinally there is no english subtitles BUT it is pretty much what I just told above. Here.

Theyaresocuteandimcrying😭😭

✦ But do you think I'm done?? Nope! I'm not.

There is also the god of underworld, the Anhangá.

✦ Anhangá is the god and ruler of the underworld and also protector of the animals. He is a shapeshifter but the form he uses the most is a white deer with red flaming eyes.

He takes care of all animals but some myths says that if you see him, it is not a good sign. He usually shows up to those two killed a baby animal or a pregnant female and he is going to... well. Do the move "one life for another" if you know what I mean-

✦ But anyway! This is it for today.

[tuulikannel]

Thinking about the girl Big 5 of Assassination Classroom. It's canon that they exist, but we know basically nothing about them. One member is called Ookura Sachiko (大倉幸子), and she is "the Sakakibara Ren of the group", and... that's it.

So I had this idea that to get potential names for the girl B5, we could take a look at the top 50 final results. Great idea, sure... the only problem here is that the name Ookura Sachiko doesn't appear there at all. >_> Well, maybe Gakuhou's "teaching" methods made her collapse so badly she didn't even make it to top 50…..

Anyway, the top 4 female names, other than Sachiko or E class girls on that list are: 19. 毛利伊織 Mouri Iori 23. 長沢寿理亜 Nagasawa Juria (Julia, I think) 27. 伊藤姫希 Itouzaki Himeki 34. 山鹿皋月 Yamagata* Satsuki

*That name can be also read Yamaka, Yamaga, or Yamashika. This list from the manga (I guess, I just googled this) has it as Yamagata.

Based on this list #25 is Mizuno Ami which sounds like a girl, but I don't understand how they read the given name like that. As far as I can see it's 武丸 which is read Takemaru. (Whether or not this person is a girl I decided to leave them out. In that case she's just someone who happened to do well here.)

But yeah, anyway, the rest of this post will just be my new headcanons. XD So, the girl B5 members are Sachiko, Iori, Julia, Himeki and Satsuki. If Sachiko is the Ren of the group, I guess Julia might be the Seo (thinking about their skills, not personalities XD). Maybe her mom is a westerner and so she's learned English from an early age.

Himeki... is Gakushuu, no question about it. Not only has she "princess" in her name, the latter kanji means, among other things, "phenomenal". Kinda like the kanji for Shuu is "supremacy". (It's eating her alive she ended up 27th. Ouch.)

Then, we have Iori and Satsuki left to be Araki and Koyama. (I mean, of course they don't have to have clear matches, but... just for fun?) No strong feelings here, though. Satsuki's surname is literally "mountain deer" so she could get Koyama (and biology) based on that. XD Which leaves Araki for Iori, I guess. *shrug* Well, in all honesty, these two could have their own strengths that don't directly correspond to the boys.

But yeah, so. In summary, my Big 5 girls:

Itouzaki Himeki (Gakushuu) Ookura Sachiko (Ren) Nagasawa Julia (Seo) Mouri Iori Yamagata Satsuki

[valentinoappreciator]

You Are Special (to me) - a little wireplay fic I whipped up over the course of 3 months lol <3

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x Original Female Character

Rating: E for Explicit

Word count: 7k

Tags / Warnings: wire play, vaginal sex, big cock, excessive cum, dirty talk

Where else to read: AO3. Username: TheWeirdDane ; title: You Are Special (to me)

Author's Notes: I worked on this for way too long into the night, and it is not beta read, so, like.... proceed at your own risk :')))

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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“Cassiopeia! In my office, now!”

The order was barked out and rang through the lower floors of the Vee tower. Everybody stopped dead in their tracks, looking around to see where Cassiopeia might be hiding. Not that she was hiding, mind you; she was doing her job as a secretary, taking notes, taking calls, balancing meetings and appointments. 

However, when the order came, she froze. Eyes wide, like those of a deer caught in the headlights, she hurriedly stowed away the less important paper files, and grabbed the more important ones that no one but she was allowed to see. Then she speed-walked to the elevator that would take her to Vox’s office, clutching the folders tightly to her chest. 

She knocked politely on the door separating her and one of the most powerful Overlords, trying to quell her nerves.

“Come in!”

Cassiopeia stepped inside, her teeth almost chattering. 

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Vox?” 

“Of course, or I wouldn’t waste my time with the likes of you,” he hissed. With practised ease, Cassiopeia ignored the pointy comment. 

Vox sat in his comically big office chair, but even though he had his back to her, she could sense that... something was off. He jerked unnaturally every now and again, sparks flying from his antennas, and when he gave his next command, the words were garbled by electric interference. 

“Come o-over here if you value your l-life!” 

Cassiopeia, despite being one of Vox’s assistants, generally did like her life, so she proceeded, albeit with caution. He wasn't that bad, once you got used to him and his temper tantrums. However, his mood could swing on dime, so you had to step lightly and carefully wherever Vox was involved. 

“What can I do for you, Mr. Vox?” she asked once she stood by his desk. 

“Upgrades,” he growled, with so much anger that no one would doubt just how much it pained him to have to ask for help. 

Cassiopeia nodded and gently put down the papers. 

“Naturally, sir. What do you need upgraded today?” 

Vox gestured vaguely in the air. 

“Bit of t-this, bit of t-that.” 

Cassiopeia sighed. 

“I will need clearer instructions, Mr Vox, sir. I don't want to touch the wrong wire or accidentally shut you down or something.”

Vox finally turned to look at her. Cassiopeia was a good actress, but even she couldn't stop herself from taking a step back. 

Vox’s screen was a mess of binary code, not to mention glitches and weird electric and static interference. Oh okay, so it would be that kind of upgrading. 

“Don't worry, Mr Vox,” she said confidently after the first shock has subsided, “we'll get that fixed in no time.” 

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She had managed to coax Vox into following her to his apartment. Having performed enough upgrades over the years, Cassiopeia knew that he was more relaxed and comfortable in his own place, and she knew, of course, exactly which floor it was on, being a penthouse and all. 

Taking the elevator to the top floor, Cassiopeia hurriedly followed Vox as he stalked to his server room. He walked fast enough that she almost had to run to keep up with him. Every other step was wobbly, his antennas sparking more and more often until Cassiopeia worried he was going to shut down right then and there. 

He didn’t, of course, because Vox would never allow himself to pass out like that, but when he slumped back in his desk chair, he looked... ‘exhausted’ was the only word coming to Cassiopeia. His screen glitched again, and his entire body twitched in a way that looked very unpleasant. With a level of confidence that spoke to the amount of times she had assisted in fixing him, Cassiopeia went to a nearby cabinet, opened it, and rummaged through the many containers for the tools she would need. 

“H-Hurry, Cass-Cassiopeia!” Vox barked and snapped his fingers, but there was no power in his voice. It sounded oddly strangled. Vox wasn’t one to let his true emotions show, unless he was due for a serious upgrade. 

With aforementioned tools and new components in hand, Cassiopeia hurried back to Vox. 

“Lean forward, please, sir,” she gently instructed him, trying very hard not to let her voice tremble. He scoffed, the sound repeating itself about a dozen times, each time reaching a higher pitch, before he obeyed. He rested his elbows on his knees, his flat screen head resting in his hands. 

Carefully, oh so very carefully, Cassiopeia managed to open the back of his head with a screwdriver. The screws were placed in his expectant palm. He clutched them tightly, as if afraid of what might happen if he lost even just a singular one. Inside his head was, of course, the veritable mess of wires, cords, circuit boards, switches, buttons, and other electronic components that Cassiopeia would never dream of touching unless being specifically ordered to. 

Tongue in cheek, she stared at the sight before her. What was she looking for this time?

“Can you... give me any specifics, sir? What I should do? What not to do?”

A beat of silence, just long enough that she was starting to worry he had shut down, before his garbled, messy voice softly said, 

“No.”

Cassiopeia bit the inside of her cheek. Well, that was just fantastic.

She took a deep breath and stared down into what would have been his skull, had he been more human. The circuit boards looked fine; no rusty metal and nothing foreign, unwelcome obstructing the pathways. The switches were all flicked to their correct settings. The wires all looked brand-spanking new. Some of the thicker cords looked a bit faulty, however. Could that be the reason for him needing an upgrade? 

“I think I’ve found the troublemaker,” she announced and leaned around to look at Vox. He was leaning his screen on a closed fist, and looked, for all intents and purposes, like he was fast asleep. 

Cassiopeia knew better, though. She knew that Vox almost never slept, and certainly not when someone else was in the room with him. Except for Valentino and Velvette, maybe. 

He grunted to signal he heard her. 

“Some of the cords here,” she pointed uselessly to some of the slightly frizzy bundles of wire, “look a bit worse for wear. How do I proceed?” 

She saw the way he tensed, and frowned. His shoulders lifted. His fist clenched tighter around the screws. He bared his teeth in a silent growl. Opening one eye, he glared at her. 

“Do not. Fucking. Touch those.”

Despite the static interference, there was no denying that he was abnormally serious. Cassiopeia’s frown deepened. 

“Sir, I don’t see how I’m supposed to fix this without touching them,” she said, but she wasn’t even halfway through the sentence when Vox pushed up from his chair. He wobbled slightly before falling backwards into the seat again. 

“Sir!” she gasped and unthinkingly grabbed his arm to offer support. He recoiled, as if her very touch burned him, yanking his arm free. 

“Get Val,” he hissed, and when he continued, it was getting harder and harder to understand the words leaving his mouth. “Get Val right now if you don’t want your contract terminated. Permanently.”

Cassiopeia swallowed hard. 

On the one hand, she had secured herself a good, surprisingly lucrative gig by being Vox’s primary and highest-ranking assistant. She liked this job. It was stressful, and there was no doubt in her mind that one simple misstep meant that she would end up dead in a ditch somewhere only Hell’s version of vultures would get her. However, she thrived under the pressure and worked tirelessly to guarantee Vox’s satisfaction and help him grow his already absurd amount of success. She should probably listen to him right now. 

On the other hand, though, she knew what kind of person Valentino was. He was cruel, manipulative, abusive, and, most importantly, not afraid of anything if it meant he could get his dick wet. He would probably use Vox’s current...  fragile state - never let anyone know she had thought that about Vox! - to coax him into a sexual situation that Vox wasn’t able to properly consent to, and then have the gall to brag about it afterwards. 

“With all due respect, sir,” Cassiopeia heard herself say before having authorized the words coming out of her mouth, “I don’t think Valentino is who you need right now.”

Vox’s head snapped around, their eyes meeting. His were red and black pulsing swirls, but every so often, the swirling was interrupted by a glitch and a twitch, ensuring that the hypnotism didn’t work. 

“Get me Valentino now, you little worm,” he snarled. 

Unfazed by the insult, Cassiopeia took a deep breath. One, because she needed to steady herself. Two, because she wanted to stall for time. 

“Sir, if I may,” she continued, as if she hadn’t heard him calling her a worm, “Valentino wouldn’t help you. Or, like, maybe he would, but not until he has taken something from you.” A beat of silence that she spent gathering her thoughts. “He would only help upgrade you after he has had his... fun. Don’t you see?”

Vox’s screen blacked out for a second, and simultaneously, the light in the server room flickered. Cassiopeia continued pleading. 

“I wouldn’t say this if I didn’t believe it, sir. You, more than anyone, know how Valentino can get.” The light became steady again, and Vox’s screen came back to life. “If you truly want his help, I’ll get him, of course. But... please, sir, I urge you, think about what Valentino would do to you in your current state.” 

She didn’t know why she even cared, aside from the obvious fact that Vox was the one signing her paychecks. 

Vox had stopped his snarling, and now just watched her with one eye. The other was closed, and he had a hand clamped over it, just like when she had one of her migraines. Was he having a splitting headache? 

“He would take advantage of you,” she resumed, keeping her voice soft so as to avoid aggravating his potential headache. “He wouldn’t stop until----”

“Fine,” he interrupted her, sounding utterly exhausted. “F-Fine. Whate-e-ever. Just don't you go... rummaging around in-in-in there.” 

Cassiopeia drew a sigh of relief, then nodded sharply. 

“I’ll be quick, sir.” 

He took a deep breath and closed his other eye as well. 

His shoulders finally slumped again, bringing Cassiopeia to wonder if he was too tired to even keep up his guard around her. 

Swallowing nothing, she hurried to the cabinet again and found a bunch of wires and cords in different sizes, then walked back to Vox whose fans were whirring loudly. Her palms were sweaty all of a sudden, and with a frisson of fear going through her, she realized she was trembling. Only a little bit, but still! She hadn’t performed this kind of upgrade on Vox before. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure she was up to the task, but she would be damned - well, double-damned - before she gave up. 

“Alright,” she said softly and rolled over a table with a bunch of trays on it. She placed the wires and cords in one tray, reserving the others for the fried components. “I... don’t know if this is going to hurt, sir, but---”

“Just d-d-do it.” He sounded strangely... defeated as he said that. For some reason, a stab of sympathy pierced her heart. “I’m no st-st-stranger to pain,” he then continued, completely unprompted. Cassiopeia watched him carefully before setting to work. 

“Keep talking,” she requested as she took another long, careful look at the insides of his head, “that way, I’ll know if I make a wrong move.”

Vox scoffed, the sound pitching itself into an almost demonic screech. Cassiopeia grimaced, happy that Vox was positioned so that he couldn’t see. Certain switches were linked to certain cords and wires, so it would make sense if those were connected. So, if she shut down the switches linked to the fried cords, she should be unable to pull those out and replace them... right?

Right. One way to find out. 

“Valentino isn’t s-s-s-s-o bad,” he began. “He just... has a way of-of-of pushing your buttons. He gets to... know you, better than y-you thought pos-possible.”

“I can imagine,” Cassiopeia said softly, following one of the thinner cords with her eye to where it connected to a switch. Just to make completely sure she had got it right, she gingerly touched the center of the cord and slid her finger along it to the switch. 

That is, that was what she meant to do. 

However, the second her finger touched the bundle of wires, Vox went rigid, and he jerked away from her with a gasp. Cassiopeia froze, her eyes wide as she looked at him trying to settle back against the chair. 

“S-Sir?” she asked. 

“Don’t. Touch.” 

“I kinda have to, sir, otherwise I’m not going to be able to replace the cords,” she explained. From the way Vox tensed, she could sense that an inner battle was being waged within him. Eventually, however, his shoulders fell again, and he let out a deep, somewhat shaky sigh. 

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth, clenching his fists. “But be fucking careful-ful-ul.”

“Naturally.” 

She touched the cord again, as gently and lightly as she could - Vox jerked and gasped once more - and followed it to the appropriate switch, where she continued to flick it off. She carefully poked the cord again, but this time, there was no reaction. Prodding it slightly harder, Vox still didn’t react, and Cassiopeia thus thought it safe to assume that whatever the cord controlled had been shut off. 

With quick, precise movements, she pulled out the cord which was, indeed, fried in both ends, putting them in another tray. No wonder he needed these changed, they were practically sizzling! Continuing her work, she installed another bundle of wires, ensuring they were screwed in tight, before she turned on the switch again. 

Vox inhaled sharply, and Cassiopeia quickly withdrew her hand, watching him with wary eyes. He nodded once. She nodded back, having forgotten that he couldn’t see her in that moment. 

“I’ll continue,” she then told him in a soft and kind voice. He grunted. 

She surveyed his insides for more fried cords and other malfunctioning components. A small spark to her right caught her attention. Taking a closer look, she saw it was a cord where the copper wires had been exposed, as if a mouse had been gnawing on them. Aiming to switch off the power for it, her hand trembled enough that she accidentally stroked the exposed wires. 

The reaction was two-fold: she got zapped despite the featherlight touch, but what really drew her attention was Vox’s moan. 

There was no denying it. It had been an honest-to-God moan, complete with a shudder that jolted his entire body. Cassiopeia held her breath, unsure how to proceed, or if she even should, or if Vox was going to have her beheaded for this transgression. 

There was silence in the server room for a while, save for the sound of Vox’s loudly whirring fans. 

“Not. A word,” he then hissed, finally relaxing back in his chair. 

“Naturally, sir,” Cassiopeia agreed, but her curiosity was piqued. She had never seen Vox in... that kind of light. She had never considered him in a sexual manner. She knew, of course, that he engaged in sex - quite often, in fact - but it had never been with her, so why would she even think about him that way?

Hesitating a second too long, a faint blush spread over her cheeks when Vox clicked his tongue at her. 

“Too dif-dif-difficult, Cass-Cass-Cassiopeia?”

She huffed, and couldn’t help the somewhat childish retaliation of touching his wires again. Vox gasped and arched his back. His left hand grabbed the armrest of the chair tightly. Cassiopeia raised an eyebrow. Oh, so it did feel good to him, huh?

“Fuck--- fuck you,” he growled. 

“Sorry, sir,” she then said, feeling genuinely guilty. This kind of behavior was something to be expected of Valentino, and there was no way in Hell that she would be comparable to him. 

She flicked off the switch, carefully detached the wires and faulty casing, and laid it in a tray. Measuring how much plastic was needed, she cut off an appropriate stretch to replace the cover. After having done that, she gingerly re-installed the cord and inspected her work before flicking the switch to ‘on’ again. 

Vox sighed deeply, as if he was getting a bone-deep massage that was slowly loosening all of his muscles. 

Cassiopeia swallowed hard and plucked a small but powerful flashlight from the table. Shining it down into Vox’s head, she specifically checked the circuit boards for dust or fur. She didn’t have a clue how the fluff from Valentino’s coat could end up in Vox’s circuit boards, but it had happened before. 

And indeed, she saw one that was practically infested with the fuzzy material that made up Valentino’s coat and the fluff around his neck. 

“How does this happen?” she asked no one in particular before putting on a pair of medical gloves to open a brand-new circuit board. With a pair of tweezers in one hand and the flashlight in the other, she carefully detached the fur-infested component, dumping it in the tray for used things. Then she proceeded to install the new circuit board, very methodically. 

However, no matter how careful she was, she couldn’t avoid brushing her fingers against the wires and cords. Each time it happened, Vox would jerk with a snarl that couldn’t quite hide the underlying moan. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said for the umpteenth time in a bit of a panic when Vox growled particularly aggressively at her. “I’m almost done, sir, I promise, I---”

“No.”

“N-No?” she stammered.

“No,” he agreed, and for some reason sounded way too smug. “You’re not almost done.”

She noticed how he didn’t stutter anymore. Frowning, she leaned around to look at his face. And, to her surprise, it was as good as new. The binary codes and glitches were gone, as was the static interference from his voice. 

“Sir?”

He grabbed her wrist. Cassiopeia gasped softly, but knew better than to try and wrestle herself free. Her heart was hammering; what had she done to incur his wrath? She had only done her job, done what he had asked of her! 

“You’re not quite done. Finish installing the new circuit board, and I’ll give you further instructions.”

With hands that trembled more than ever, Cassiopeia somehow managed to finish up with the component. Immediately, she pulled off the gloves and wiped her palms in her pants. 

“Nervous?” Vox laughed. 

“That would be quite an understatement,” Cassiopeia mumbled. 

“Don’t worry. You did good... for a worm.”

Vox snickered, and Cassiopeia couldn’t help a roll of her eyes. Still, the praise brought heat into her cheeks. She looked away from him, mumbling. 

“Thank you, sir.”

She got up from her chair, straightening with a soft groan. 

“The new instructions, sir?” she asked when he didn’t immediately give them. 

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” he said, sounding very high-and-mighty and important. “And if Valentino catches wind of it, I will have you publicly executed.” 

Cassiopeia laughed nervously. Sweat was starting to bead on her brow, as well as break out on her back. 

“It’ll be our dirty little secret, sir,” she promised, wiping her hands once more. Seriously, how much could she sweat?!

“Indeed it will,” Vox said, a grin in his voice. “Unless you want to end up a corpse floating face-down in some muddy river. A very well-dressed corpse, of course, but a corpse nonetheless.” 

This didn’t quell her nerves at all. Still, she managed to muster up the courage to confront him. 

“Cut the crap, sir,” she snapped, “and tell me what I’m not supposed to know.”

Vox spun the chair to face her, and immediately, Cassiopeia knew this was going to be good. 

With a raised eyebrow, Vox said, “Oh, but little Cassiopeia, you already know what this is about. Come now, use your brain. I know you have one.” His smug smile clearly said, even if it’s small.

Cassiopeia let out an exasperated groan, squinting up at him. 

“Will you at least tell me what it’s related to?”

“Nope.”

“I swear, I should have pulled out all of your wires and left you an empty husk of a---- Oh!” Trailing off, Cassiopeia practically felt herself arrive at the dirty little secret that Vox refused to tell her. 

Her eyes widened. 

“So, you do get sexual gratification out of getting your wires touched!” she exclaimed. “I knew it!” 

Vox smirked. 

“Indeed I do. And here’s the thing,” he all but purred, bending at the hips to lower himself enough that he could trail his claw-like fingers through her hair. She tried to suppress a shudder, but was unsuccessful. “You are the only one who knows.”

She blinked up at him. 

“Sure, plenty of others suspect it, but only you now know for sure.” 

Cassiopeia’s mind worked at lightning speed. 

“And I guess Valentino doesn’t know, either,” she said, wiping the smug expression off of Vox’s screen. He scoffed. 

“Please,” he huffed, “that man is as dense as a brick house.”

Cassiopeia barked out a laugh. Still, she was confused as to why Vox wanted her to know - realize - this little tidbit of info about him. 

“But why is that important?” she therefore asked. 

Vox crossed his spindly arms over his chest, the grin back in place.  

“I thought you were smart. That’s why I brought you on board.”

“Oh, piss off,” she muttered. 

Laughing, Vox carded his claws through her hair again before tapping her cheek. She could’ve sworn she passed out. 

“Fine,” he said with exaggerated annoyance, “I guess you’ve earned this.” With an air of incredible importance, he held a long pause before uttering a combination of words Cassiopeia had never thought she would ever hear in that order:

“I want you to get me off.” 

She stared at him. Blinked. Blinked again. It wasn’t that outrages a request; she had heard plenty of other sinners telling the tales of how they had to jerk off Vox until he reached his climax. But she had never thought that she would be the chosen one. 

“I’m... excuse me?” 

“You heard me,” he said and sat back in his chair, tapping his claws against the armrest while an expectant expression spread on his face. “Well? Get to it,” he continued when Cassiopeia didn’t move. 

To be fair to her, though, she was still trying to process the fact that Vox wanted her to jerk him off. She wasn’t sure if it was an honor, exactly, but she knew that Vox was shallow; if he wanted you to get him off, it meant he found you sexually attractive. 

“How do you... want it, then?” she found herself asking before she could stop it. 

His grin widened. 

“I’ll let you figure that one out.”

Cassiopeia rolled her eyes, but still found herself moving behind him. She had an idea; it was time to see just how sensitive Vox’s wires were. Her guess: very. 

He hummed. His claws continued their ceaseless tapping. 

“Gloves on or off?”

Vox snickered. 

“I’ll leave that up to you. Medical play isn’t exactly my thing, but if it does it for you...” He trailed off, shrugging. 

Cassiopeia looked at the box of gloves. She didn’t want to be zapped again, but deep down in the pit of her stomach, she realized she also didn’t want there to be anything between her fingers and Vox. If Vox wanted to come undone, then fucking hell, that was what he would get!

“Let’s leave them, then. For now,” she said cockily and sat on the stool behind his chair again. 

“For now?” he echoed with another snicker. “Aren’t you a presumptuous little thing, assuming there’ll be another time.”

It had become her time to smirk, and she reveled in it as she let her fingers glide over the smaller cords. Reveled in Vox’s soft sighs and the way he melted back into the chair. 

“Won’t you need further upgrades in the future?” she asked, aiming for innocence as she applied more pressure to a thin cord that criss crossed all over the place. Vox gasped, and although he probably wanted to hide this little detail, Cassiopeia swore she could hear need in his voice, and shook her head. She had barely done anything, and he was already needy? What an Overlord!

“Maybe I’ll get someone else to perform them for me,” he shot back. 

She giggled, suddenly overcome with delight at the situation. Granted, she might not have seen Vox in a sexual light before, but she couldn’t deny that he had a certain... appeal. And helping him, no matter the nature of it, was an honor! An honor to sit here, at the back of his head, her hand inside his screen, fondling his cords and wires and components! 

Cassiopeia clicked her tongue, feigning hurt when she said, “And here I thought I was special, sir!”

Vox laughed, but the sound magically ended in an abrupt, loud crackle just as Cassiopeia wrapped two fingers around a cord and began stroking it firmly from side to side. 

“F-Fuck,” he hissed, and the tapping of his claws finally ceased. She glanced around his side to see that they were instead buried deep in the armrest, and a surge of joy went through her. Trying not to let it get her lightheaded, she continued stroking the protective cover of the wires. They were getting a bit warmer, and Vox’s fans - which had slowed down considerably once his ailment had been fixed - started picking up speed again. 

She bit the inside of her cheek and dared use her other hand as well. This, she decided, would be useful for actually jerking off Vox. Thus, she began fondling Vox’s crotch, to her immense delight finding that the front of his pants were already tented. The position was awkward, and despite only having assumed it a couple of moments ago, she could already feel the strain in her back. 

But would she complain? No. Over her dead body. 

Vox let out a loud groan when her hand touched his clothed cock. A light shiver rippled through him, making him tense slightly. 

“Do you like that, sir?” she purred, rubbing her palm over his erection while also fondling his cords. They were getting quite hot at this point. 

“I thought that much was obvious,” he answered haughtily, his screen turning a bit so he could look at her. She immediately looked away, and although she knew it was just so he couldn’t hypnotize her, she realized too late that it could be seen as her being embarrassed.

But that was stupid. Cassiopeia was not embarrassed about getting Vox off. It was an honor, a privilege! And by all the stars, she would take it seriously!

“Open your pants for me, would you?”

“Do it yourself.”

“My hands are kinda... busy.”

To emphasize her point, Cassiopeia found and squeezed a thicker cord tightly before stroking it hard and fast from side to side. Vox nearly choked on a sharp inhale, his entire body going stiff, with his back forming a light arch. 

When she finally relented, ceasing her rough stroking, Vox was left panting, like an overheated dog. 

“Do I need to ask again?”

Vox uttered a string of creative curses truly fit for Hell, but he, nonetheless, opened his pants for her. 

“There’s a---”

“Do not fucking say the words I think you’re about to say!” Vox barked. Cassiopeia ignored him, mentally writing a note to pack her desk after this was all over. Surely he would fire her on the spot. 

“--- good boy,” she finished, her heart beating nauseatingly fast. 

Vox shuddered, a moan worming its way out between his gritted teeth. 

“I’ll have your head for this,” he threatened, but he sounded so winded and needy that Cassiopeia couldn’t take him seriously at the moment. 

“Yeah yeah, sure sure,” she giggled, leaning around to get a look at his cock. 

She hated to admit it, but it looked... quite delicious, actually. As far as cocks go. It looked pretty much like those ‘robot dildos’ that existed out there; thick and long, wires and cords wrapped around the shaft in intricate patterns, giving the illusion of veins. It was the same grayish color as the rest of Vox’s skin, with the head being slightly darker, and glistening with pre-cum that trickled out of the slit. As she watched it, his cock throbbed hard, and Cassiopeia found her mouth watering.

She hurriedly swallowed, but the damage had already been done. 

“Like what you see, worm?” he asked smugly and wrapped a hand around himself, pumping leisurely. Cassiopeia’s eyes widened; his hand, despite being big, couldn’t even encompass all of his cock! 

“I think,” she croaked, and her voice cracked. She tried again, with her cheeks burning from the way Vox laughed at her. “I think it looks... quite good, sir.”

“Of course you do,” he murmured and grabbed her hand to wrap it around his cock. It was warm, and it pulsed slightly. Mesmerized, Cassiopeia was surprised enough that she didn’t do anything at first. Not until he clicked his tongue at her, anyway. 

“Well?”

“Right! S-Sorry, sir,” she mumbled, and began stroking him. Her hand looked so small compared to his cock! This was ridiculous! Nobody had a cock that size - maybe except for Valentino, but that was kind of to be expected, what with him being an Overlord of all things sexual and sleazy. But Vox! It blew her mind, frankly. 

“Something on your mind?” he guessed, sounding infuriatingly satisfied with himself. 

Cassiopeia shook her head, blushing fiercely, and began stroking him. He hummed pleased. She had been so captivated by the sight of his cock that she had completely abandoned his screen. Now that she could - somewhat - think again, though, she resumed the careful yet firm fondling of the cords. 

The second her fingers were on his wires, he shuddered and gasped. 

“That does it for you?” she asked, and although she would have liked to sound all sultry and seductive, the words came out kind of submissive and unsure. 

“Fuck yeah,” he hissed. “Keep going.”

She nodded. 

Her hand on his cock moved upwards, her thumb circling the slick head and prompting Vox to moan. And oh, what a delicious sound it was! Her other hand was busy caressing wires and avoiding shutting off switches. 

The more she fondled him, the harder his fans worked, and the louder he moaned, until Cassiopeia was actually worried that the other Vees would hear, and come to investigate the source. No such thing happened, though, for which she was eternally grateful. 

Vox’s cock throbbed and pulsed harder in her hand. He hissed and squirmed in his chair. 

“Fuck, Cassiopeia,” he snarled, bucking up into her firm grasp. 

“Yeah, Vox?” she asked breathlessly, completely forgetting she was supposed to call him ‘sir’. 

“I want you.”

Cassiopeia’s heart skipped a beat. Her stomach did a somersault. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean,” he growled and tugged her up from the stool, “that I want my cock inside you.”

Cassiopeia almost stumbled over her own feet, despite Vox not being even a pace away. She stared at him, jaw slack and eyes wide. 

“S-Sir, with all due respect,” she stuttered, “I don’t... think you’ll fit.” She blushed deeply. 

Vox laughed, waving a hand dismissively. But even he seemed affected. 

“Don’t you worry about that. We’ll make it fit.” 

For the first time that day, but not the last, Cassiopeia moaned. 

“So hurry up, get undressed,” Vox said, snapping his fingers. She just stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Vox sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. “Do I have to make you?”

A shudder went through her, and she quickly shook her head. 

“No! N-No, sir, I’ll... get right on that,” she mumbled, and began undressing. She focused intensely on getting naked, but even so, she could feel Vox’s hungry eyes on her. 

The clothes were dropped in a heap, and when she finally stood before him in all her naked glory, Vox looked her up and down appraisingly. 

“Good girl,” he purred, stroking his cock slowly. Cassiopeia decided to ignore just what those two words did to her, and instead straddled his lap, a bit awkwardly. 

She was extremely wet. Drenched, even. Surely that would help with making him fit inside her. Fuck, just thinking about it made her shiver!

Vox eyed her, his gaze intense as she began rolling her hips against him, her soaked folds dragging over his cock. They moaned in unison. 

“It... it seriously won’t fit, Vox,” she whispered, looking down between them. His cock was monstrous! A third leg!

Vox snickered, but sounded winded. 

“Let me handle that, baby.” 

His hands grabbed her hips, and Cassiopeia couldn’t help a sharp gasp. Guiding her into the pace he wanted, Vox groaned as their juices mixed, her cunt slipping wetly over his cock. Cassiopeia had to admit it was insanely hot. 

“Are you ready?” he asked after just a few moments of grinding. 

“N-No,” she whispered, trembling all over. 

“Well, then get ready,” he said with a grin. With a hard slap to her ass, she yelped and jerked away from the sudden stinging sensation. It didn’t hurt, though. It was... actually kind of nice...

“Vox,” she gasped, realizing with dread what he was doing the second he lifted her from his lap. “Vox, please, it’s not going to happen!”

“Please,” he scoffed, “I’ve fucked smaller bitches than you. It’ll be a tight fit, but it’ll fit nonetheless. Stop being a little bitch.”

Cassiopeia moaned shakily. Fuck, that shouldn’t be that hot!

She was quiet as he lined up his cock with her entrance. Her eyes widened; it really, physically shouldn’t be possible for him to penetrate her. 

And yet... and yet...

His head caught on her entrance, and they both shuddered. Their eyes met, heated glances were exchanged. 

He snapped his hips upwards. Hard and sudden. 

Cassiopeia cried out, and Vox’s hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the sound. 

“Shh, do you want Val to hear you?” he groaned, but his voice was tight and airy. “Fuck, baby, you weren’t kidding. It really is a tight fit.”

“Vox,” she croaked breathlessly, her cunt clenching hard around the intruding cock. She wanted it, fuck, she wanted it so badly! Vox moaned between gritted teeth. 

He wasn’t even halfway in. 

“Come. Sink down on me. You can do it.”

Cassiopeia mewled behind his hand as she settled her legs on either side of him, gradually lowering herself onto his cock, taking him so deep. 

It felt... amazing didn’t even begin to cover it. His cock was so thick that she felt as though he was splitting her open, and yes, it hurt, it hurt pretty badly, but it had been a lifetime since she had had a cock inside her. 

“Vox,” she whispered again, grabbing his shoulders harshly. He hissed, a shudder going through him. “Vox, it hurts...”

“I know, baby,” he hissed, “fuck, you’re so fucking tight, what the fuck!” 

She whimpered. She was so tight, and Vox was so big, that she could feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside her. The wires pressed hard against her inner walls, squeezed tightly. 

To Vox’s credit, he allowed her enough time to get accommodated to the feeling of being so wonderfully full, before he began rolling his hips. Cassiopeia immediately gasped as the pressure inside her shifted. Her arms went around his neck, and she clung to him, as if for dear life. 

He lifted her slightly, and she let out a loud mewl. Vox smirked up at her.

“Feels that good, huh?”

“Yes, Vox, yes, it does,” she gasped. 

“Good. That's what I want to hear.”

Without further warning, he got up from his chair - carrying a yelping Cassiopeia - and went to a table that wasn’t completely decked out in buttons and screens and dials. Here, he slammed her down on her back, and immediately began drilling into her. 

She craned her neck, howling out her pleasure repeatedly without caring that Valentino or Velvette might hear. Fuck, let them hear! Maybe they would even join! Or maybe they would watch! Either way, it would be so fucking hot...

Vox slammed hard and deep inside her, over and over again, his own moans spilling copiously from between his gritted teeth. 

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed, grabbing her waist to make sure he would get deep with each thrust, “you feel so fucking good. Pray tell, why haven’t I fucked you before?”

She mewled loudly, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders. 

“You’re too stuck up,” she gasped between his ruthless thrusts. He laughed. 

“I’m not stuck up. I just care about my reputation.”

“Same fucking thing!”

His cock rammed so deep inside her that Cassiopeia swore she could feel the head by her cervix. It was agony, but it felt so good! Had that particular thrust been punishment for her insolence? 

“Vox, Vox Vox Vox,” she moaned, wrapping her weak legs around his waist and pressing her heels against the small of his back. “Please, please, don’t stop!”

And he didn’t. As if he could go on forever, he didn’t falter for even a second. It was painful, and it was absolutely exquisite. The pain quickly dissipated, leaving only blooming pleasure that soon became a roaring wildfire throughout her entire body, threatening to burn her to a crisp. 

“Vox, I’m going to come if you keep this up!”

“Oh no, what a horrible thought!” he said mockingly, and fondled one of her breasts rather harshly. “Making you come on my cock! What a monster I am!”

She wanted to laugh, but the only sounds she could make were whimpers and moans.

His claws caught on a perky nipple, and Cassiopeia let out a hiccuping kind of sob from the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Well? Don’t keep me in suspense,” he teased, drilling deeper and harder into her. “I thought you were going to come?”

She was. The tightness in her stomach was at an all-time high, and the pleasure was washing over her in insanely powerful waves, her cunt pulsing in shorter and shorter intervals. 

“Vox,” she gasped, clutching his shoulders tightly and arching her back, pressing herself against him. “Vox, Vox, Vox, I’m---!”

“Go on,” he rasped, somehow thrusting even faster, “come for me, Cassiopeia, baby, I promise it will feel so good.”

“Vox,” she sobbed out, closing her eyes tightly and curling her toes, “Vox, sir, please, it’s---” 

Her orgasm crashed over her almost violently, making her howl out again. Vaguely, somewhere far away, or perhaps as if her ears were full of cotton, she heard Vox groan. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, continuing to drill into her, “so fucking tight...”

The fact that he kept fucking her nearly sent her over the edge a second time already. He kept saying all manners of filthy things, making Cassiopeia moan over and over again. 

Suddenly, her hand was yanked away from his shoulder and put on the back of his head. 

“Get to work,” Vox hissed. 

Her fingers spun with the power of her orgasm. Her eyes were still closed, and she wasn’t sure she could ever open them again. It was just too much effort. However, she could easily feel her way around Vox’s screen. 

She touched cords, and Vox’s moans became loud. She squeezed said cords, and Vox’s thrusts faltered slightly. 

Completely out of nowhere - Cassiopeia had never really considered herself good at dirty talking - she opened her mouth.

“Are you going to come inside me, sir?” she asked shakily. 

“Fuck, don’t say that, baby, or I just might...”

She clenched around him, hard. A choked-off sound escaped him, and he resumed his ruthless pace. 

“Do it, then, sir,” she purred. “Come. Come inside me. I know you want to. It’ll feel so good...”

“Cassiopeia, baby,” he gasped, and Cassiopeia tugged slightly on a cord, just to test the waters. The sound that Vox made was unbearably hot and aroused, and he slammed so hard and deep inside her that she briefly wondered if he could penetrate her cervix.

She did it again, tugging at and stroking the cord. 

“Come on, Vox, sir, you already proved your point,” she whispered, trembling all over from the sheer adrenaline roaring in her ears. “You can come. It’s okay. Let yourself go...”

He hissed loudly, baring his teeth in a vicious snarl, and Cassiopeia smiled up at him. 

“Just remember, you quite literally asked for it,” he said as a first, last, and only warning, before he jammed himself as deep inside her as he could. Immediately, she felt something warm and sticky flood her cunt. More than warm and sticky, though, it made her insides tingle slightly. As if... as if there was the faintest electrical current in his cum. 

The idea was insanely hot, and was almost enough to make her come again. 

There was so much cum that she couldn’t contain it all. Instead, it oozed out of her lazily. 

When Vox pulled back, he shuddered and let out a loud, shaky sigh. He stumbled back into his chair, completely boneless. Cassiopeia shivered at the feeling of the cum leaking out of her and down her thighs. Was she gaping? She had a feeling she was. 

Sitting up on the desk, she bashfully looked at Vox. His eyes were closed. For once, he looked... almost peaceful. She had never seen him like that before. It felt... odd. Like she was being privy to a deeply personal and private moment. How many could say they had seen Vox in this state?

“Vox, sir?” she said softly. He didn’t answer. Instead, a soft snoring sound came from his chest. Cassiopeia chuckled quietly, and just as quietly wiggled down from the desk, put on her clothes, and left the penthouse, a weird feeling worming its way into her chest. 

Maybe Vox wasn’t as bad as everyone made him seem... 

She was halfway through the elevator ride when her phone buzzed with a text. It was from him.

You are special, Cassiopeia.

[strangesthirdeye]

LOST IN TIME AND SPACE ⟬ MCU x The Doctor! Female Reader ⟭

Disclaimers: This story is purely fictional and credit for the Characters and Storylines used goes to Marvel Studios and BBC Doctor Who and Y/n is you. This story has nothing to do with life or death. If anything, it's a coincidence. Some of the storylines I added in this story are mine.

Warning: mention of death, blood, regeneration, bad memories, injuries, wars, murder, betrayal, aliens, lots of aliens, Android, mind controlling, fluff, love, platonic , romantic, and more because its a lot of warnings.

As usual, forgive me if there are any language mistakes or confusing storylines.. also forgive me if there are grammatical mistakes.. English is not my first language. No hard feelings.

-Dhani

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Summary: She is the last of her kind. She was the only one survivor. The Lonely Time Lady, if you say so. Armed with a sonic screwdriver and a smart brain, nothing can stop her from saving the universe. Meet Y/n or better known as The Doctor. A Time Lady who joins the Avengers as soon as she sets foot on Earth with several companions who will be with her in various adventures.

Starting from The Avengers 2012.

Prologue: RUN!

Chapter 1: NEW BUDDIES!

Chapter 2: THAT BIG UGLY BUILDING?

Chapter 3: LION AND DEER

Bonus Chapter: Christmas special

Chapter 4: DIRTY PLANS

Chapter 5: TRUST ME, I'M THE DOCTOR

Chapter 6: When Joans meet L/n

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This. Is. Important! Read. This. Or. You. Will. Be. Deleted! 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

So for this series It will be based on MCU and Doctor Who but for Doctor Who only a few episodes same goes to MCU because I want to make sure the Marvel Timeline is accurate. So in this series there are 'Big Changes' and 'Big Additions'.

For example, the big change is that the Daleks are not evil and the one who destroyed Gallifrey is the Mad Titan (Thanos) and the Daleks in this universe are good and they are the ones who help Gallifrey survive but Gallifrey is still destroyed and some Daleks are almost destroyed and yes Time lord, Time Lady and more Timey people are all extinct. BUT! Daleks are still there and yeah they are good.. not the EXTERMINATE! no.

Cyberman is still evil and still wants to make humans more advanced so there is not much change.

Sontarans.. umm I'm not sure yet.. maybe I'll make them some good or some bad.. not sure yet. ( don't cancel me.. Sontarans is my favorite potato sooo.. THEY SO UGLY BUT I LIKE THEM.. Idk why)

Weeping Angel is big no no for me.. they evil.. because of them I can't see Amy and Rory anymore... And they are so evil SO! no big change for this one.

And all the aliens that will be in this series I will make them either good or bad so that this series can run smoothly.

NOW! we go to the favourite part. So you are The Doctor in universe 616. Where the other Doctors is from another universe. So you are the 616 Doctor. yes, I use code universe from DSMoM because it's easy to label. And Big changes are, you regenerate as usual but you don't change your body and face.. just change your attitude or for healing process. But you can still die if you get stabbed or shot in both of your hearts during or before regeneration... Poisoned.. Drowned... Or Delete.

Yeah, like a period mood swing. So! Whether you change your behavior, be nice or rude, use nice language or use rude language, or whether you are gentle or aggressive is based on me ( cause I'm the Writer.. Your life in this story is in my hand). Whether I want to make you all nice or rude is all up to me....Now that part regeneration is finished.

So you're like a mix of 10th and 11th... you are hugely energetic, occasionally flirtatious, manic, full of life, and very expressive and you like round things. and fezs... Or bowties.. Or ties.. Or- anywayyyyy

You have a Robot named Bounty (basically like Wall E and Wall E is the cutest robot i ever seen) and your Companion is my OC. heh...

[laurfilijames]

Nights Like This

Pairing: Will Johnson x female reader

Words: 4,360

Warnings: rated E, 18+. alcohol consumption, unprotected intercourse.

Summary: You and Will make the most out of the cozy autumn weather, indulging in warm treats by a campfire, but a storm rolls in and helps turn things into an even steamier affair.

A/N: @i-did-not-mean-to is an angel and as always, tried to build me up when I experienced a lull in my writing by sending me some fictober prompts to get inspired. Naturally, these prompts screamed Will Johnson to me, so I apologize to anyone wanting Fili, and also to @sunnyrosewritesstuff who also sent me a prompt for “campfires”.

The prompts used were: Changing of the leaves, Warm beverages, Hand holding, Sweet treats, Rainstorms, Campfire, Cinnamon, Baking, Sweater weather, Whispers, Candlelight, Cuddles and as a bonus challenge, IDNMT threw in Monsters. (Please note I did not technically fulfill candlelight, but used firelight instead. Sue me.)

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The grasses that blanketed the mountains were deepening in colour; a burnt amber hue seeping through them to signal the arrival of autumn, and you noticed even the leaves on the bushes that surrounded the cabin had already changed in just a few short, brisk days that were followed by even colder nights. They rustled vigorously in the sharp wind as you watched through the kitchen window, making you adjust your cardigan to rest further up on your shoulder even though the roaring fire in the stove had the cabin plenty warm enough.

You smiled to yourself as you continued on with your task of rolling out dough for the cinnamon rolls you were making, a flush rising over your cheeks as you recalled the morning you had; waking Will by placing kisses all across his chest and stomach until his sleepy voice cooed to you, your naked limbs tangled together until a lazy ecstasy took you both while the sun rose, and finally the lingering kiss that you swear you could still feel on your lips before he walked out the door with his gun and gear over his shoulder.

"What are you going to do while I'm out?" He had asked earlier while still laying in bed, his arm up over his head as you twirled your finger through the damp curls on his chest.

"I'd like to bake something, I just can't decide what."

"Cinnamon rolls."

You smiled again, remembering the complete absence of indecision in his request, making it clear he had been thinking about the sticky, sweet treat for a while.

"I think I can do that."

"I'll be dreaming about them the whole time I'm hunting. The deer will start looking like them."

His hearty chuckle still echoed in your ears even hours later, and you hoped the thought of the warm, aromatic buns would send him home sooner than he intended, knowing your hunger for him was far greater than his was for your baking.

The sun had sunk low behind the hills that sheltered the cabin, and as you dried the last of the dishes, the familiar sounds of Will clambering about outside caught your attention. The cinnamon rolls were ready and still warm from the oven, and apple cider simmered in a pot on the stove with cinnamon sticks floating on the surface, filling the entire cabin with the comforting fragrance. You reached for the bottle of single malt whiskey from one of the shelves, pouring a couple ounces in two mugs to add a little something extra to the hot drink.

The door creaked open and Will popped his head inside, a grin plastered on his face as the mixture of welcoming smells filled his nose.

"Hey!"

"Coming to get cleaned up?" you asked, expecting to see his hands soiled from field dressing whatever he had bagged, but your head tilted in surprise when you noticed they were far cleaner than normal as he tapped his fingers on the door frame.

"Nah, all good. I, um, have something for you," he said almost shly through a crooked smile, winking at you as he nodded his head behind him, gesturing for you to come outside.

"Is that so?" you chimed, trying to disguise how big your smile was spreading across your cheeks by pulling your bottom lip in your teeth, reaching for your coat on the hook by the door as you passed it.

A prideful look decorated Will's face as he took your hand and led you out, bringing you over to the area he had set chairs around a roaring campfire with what looked like every blanket you owned laid out across them.

"I don't see any deer…" you teased, your remark making him roll his eyes as he dropped your hand to take hold of a stick, poking a couple logs to get them going with the rest of the fire.

"Ah, I gave up pretty quickly today," he admitted, straightening himself to place his hands on his hips, looking at you pointedly. "I couldn't wait to get back home."

Your smile at his sweet comment lasted for only a moment before changing to a shocked laugh when he quickly added, "For the cinnamon rolls."

"Well then I better go get them for you to enjoy by the fire!"

You turned and walked back to the door, shaking your head at his cheekiness.

"Need any help?" he called out.

"No, I'll only be a minute." You looked back to see him smiling at you warmly and lovingly, and you matched it with your own before you stepped back through the doorway, the warmth from the stove welcoming you like a hug. You questioned if you would be able to comfortably sit out in the dropping temperature for long enough to please Will, but you knew how warm his thick body always ran and that you would be more than fine in his company.

Carefully, you poured the cider into the mugs already set out on the counter, the heat of it making the smell of the whiskey come off stronger in the steam. You lifted two rolls out of the baking pan and placed them on a plate, licking the icing off your fingers, proud of your efforts and excited for Will to try them.

As you made your way back outside, you paused by the window that flanked the door, looking out to admire him as he sat staring into the fire in front of him. The orange glow highlighted his features; shadows landing to accentuate all the pieces of him you loved so much from the crook in his nose to the indents in his cheeks that showed themselves even without him smiling, and the blue of his eyes seemed even brighter as the light from the fire complimented them. Could he be any more perfect? you asked yourself, letting the door fall shut on its own behind you as you walked down the stone steps with full hands.

The smile he gave you when you returned proved that he certainly was more perfect than you could imagine him being, and he stood to take the mugs from you and placed them on the arm of the chair he had been sitting in, allowing for you put down the plate that had been balancing on your arm on the other chair.

A gust of wind blew, feeling like it ripped right through to your bones, and you hurriedly grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, moving to take a seat.

"Sit with me," Will requested, looking up at you as he settled into his chair and scooched it closer to the fire, his dimples breaking out as he grinned at you brightly.

"Mmm, gladly," you said. "You'll keep me warm."

You perched on his lap, already feeling heat radiating from him regardless of the fact he was only wearing a flannel shirt and no jacket. His arms folded around you, holding you close to him, one of his hands rubbing and squeezing your leg from over the blanket as his other reached for a mug and brought it to his lips. He blew on it before taking a sip, tucking his lips in his mouth and licking them to clear his beard of any left behind after he swallowed, a satisfied hum vibrating through him.

"That's good. Just what I needed," he praised, his eyes sparkling with appreciation, and even a hint of lust that was emphasized by the fire light that danced in them. You slipped your fingers through the handle of the second mug, holding it with both hands to help warm them, and relished in the burn down your throat as you took a drink.

"Don't let your bun get cold," you warned, nodding at the plate.

"I've been too busy trying to keep yours warm," he teased, his hand sliding down to pinch your bum, swallowing your giggle as he stole a kiss. Cinnamon and whiskey lingered on his lips, and leaning in for another kiss, you knew you’d rather taste it off his tongue than from your own cup.

Will gave a low growl as he peeled away from you, looking at you hungrily with gritted teeth as if he was torn between tasting you or the cinnamon roll.

"Go on, you can kiss me later," you assured him, and with one more peck on your kiss-bruised lips, he picked up the baked good and took a large bite.

"Oh my God," he praised, his satisfaction evident in the way he tipped his head to lean against the back of the chair, his eyelids falling shut as he savoured it. Rather than taking another bite after he finished chewing the first, he rushed to meet you in a desperate kiss, the sweetness from the icing that clung to his beard transferring onto your taste buds, mixing with the lingering burn of the whiskey.

After a brief intermission, you both finished your snack, your bellies satisfied but your hunger for each other increasing by the second. Remnants of sticky icing lingered on Will's fingers, and before he had a chance to clean them, you gripped his large paw and brought his finger into your mouth. His eyes widened, but the colour of them darkened drastically to reveal his approval of your gesture as you slowly encased his thick digit and swirled your tongue around it. A longing moan resounded from you as your eyes fell shut, and your arousal peaked as you imagined sucking a different stickiness from another appendage of his. You released his finger, opening your eyes to see him staring back at you with a feral need that proved itself more when he gripped your legs to aid in adjusting your body to straddle his lap instead. A hard bulge greeted you as you sat your core against him, making you grind against it as he pulled you down onto him even more by your hips and covered your open mouth with his. You inhaled deeply, indulging in the freshness of the outdoors that clung to his skin and hair and added to his appeal even more than was necessary; your body already signalling wanting him and readying itself for him as the wetness in your panties rubbed against your tingling clit and sent a shiver up your spine. Will's mouth travelled along your jawline while his hands became occupied with the various layers of fabric covering your upper body; his fingers peeling each piece open and away from your skin, down off your shoulders and finally your chest until your breasts were revealed to the harshness of the night air and your nipples tightened in protest. Somehow, his hands remained warm as they smoothed up the plump curve of each one, the gentleness he showed them contrasting to the increasing roughness of his kisses.

Your mouths broke apart; Will trailing a path down along the column of your neck causing you to tip your head back and press your chest into him as you arched your back, your hips naturally beginning to roll on him.

"Will…" you hummed, your fingers raking up his back and through his hair to tug at his waves as you forgot about your surroundings and plunged into the lusty heat that raged between you. You could feel him chuckle, his belly moving against your torso in his amusement of the state he put you in so quickly, and he hummed against your neck as he rubbed his face in back and forth motions to tickle you with his beard.

"What's so funny?" you inquired with your own giggle, leaning back slightly to try to look at his face.

"Nothing," he explained with a sideways grin, his dimple making an appearance before dipping his head back to graze his lips along your neck. They moved slowly up toward your ear, the sensation making your skin erupt in goosebumps, and his voice dropped to a whisper when he spoke again. "This is perfect," he muttered. "You are perfect."

His lips closed around the lobe of your ear, pulling and biting ever so slightly, and when his tongue joined in and his exhale covered the wet spot with warm breath, you moaned, your need for more doubling in an instant.

A breeze gusted through the area you sat, swirling the smoke from the campfire enough to make you fold yourself into Will's shielding body even more.

"Maybe we should go inside," he whispered again, his voice raspy as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the side of your neck where your pulse beat furiously.

"I'll be alright," you fibbed, not wanting to disrupt this moment between you just because you were a little chilled.

Will looked at you earnestly, his eyes searching yours for signs of truth, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he squinted.

"Only if you're sure," he said, tilting his chin to look up at the night sky. "I don't think those clouds will hold for much longer anyway."

Looking up as well, you watched thick, dark clouds waiting to let go of the moisture they held whisk by hurriedly above you; glimpses of bright, white stars twinkling between their breaks. Glancing back at Will, you watched as he admired the troubled sky above, his face soft with a happiness you could never tire of seeing. You couldn't help yourself, moving your hand to trace your fingers across his brow where bruises had marked his skin before, causing a contented sigh to leave him.

"What are you thinking about?" you murmured, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts, but unable to stop yourself from asking.

He smiled and met your gaze again, his eyes alight and glistening. "That out of all the skies to see in this world, I get to see this one with you."

Cupping his cheeks, you leaned in and captured his lips, the intensity and passion from before returning as soon as your tongues passed each other.

Thunder rolled in the distance, and after a moment the wind picked up more, causing the clouds to shroud the sky completely and send down a raindrop that landed on your bare chest. Another, and then even more fell, sprinkling against the tops of your heads and everything around you, forcing you to cease your kissing and pay attention to Mother Nature's demand.

"I guess we are going inside now," Will laughed, standing up with you still wrapped around his front. He held you tightly as he made it up the steps and into the safety of the cabin just before the sky opened up and poured down in a deluge, extinguishing the fire as rain pinged forcefully against the empty plates and mugs that were left behind.

Your combined laughter died out with the echo of the door slamming shut behind you, the cabin perfectly enclosed and offering protection from the wrath of the storm. Letting your feet fall to the floor, your smiles met together again, fading out as your lips opened to each other and you picked up where you left off.

The cabin had grown dark since you were last in it, the sun having fully set after you had gone outside, and the only light that allowed you to see was the faint glow of the dying fire left unattended in the fireplace. You pressed your hand against Will's broad chest, pushing yourself away from him as you took a step back, the look of raw desire on his face and his heaving chest making your skin burn at seeing how much he wanted you.

"I'm just turning on some lights," you explained, moving to flick a switch on a nearby lamp and then crossing the room to illuminate another.

"Good. I like seeing you when I'm ruining you."

His remark made you pause as you brought your hand away from underneath the lamp shade, and looking over your shoulder at him, you let the blanket that still hung over your shoulders along with your open sweater drop to the floor.

A dark chuckle resounded in your otherwise ringing ears, your arousal clouding your senses, but soon you recognized the sound of his belt unfastening and his jeans sliding down his legs.

Thunder shook the walls and a crack of thunder snapped loudly overhead, making you jump and the lights flicker to match your surprise, and another second later, darkness consumed the room again. It seemed even darker than before now that your eyes had briefly adjusted to the light, everything appearing black aside from the coals that remained and backlit Will's form as he stood in front of it, turning him into a shadow.

An eeriness crept up your spine despite knowing you were safe, your skin tingling with nerves while your other senses worked to heighten in your diminished sight. Still, you couldn't mistake the view of him undressing, watching as he removed his plaid shirt and then peeled the t-shirt underneath up over his head, his naked silhouette one you couldn't confuse with anything else.

“Are you afraid of monsters?” Will's voice asked from the other side of the room, his tone low in an attempt to scare you. You stood in place, smiling as you heard his footsteps carefully carry him over the floorboards, an appropriate creak even sounding through the noise of the pouring rain and intermittent booms of thunder.

“Only ones that look like you…”

A jittery feeling swarmed in your stomach in anticipation of what your words would make him do, and you couldn't help the nervous grin that spread out on your cold cheeks.

“Good, you should be afraid…” he replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he drew closer.

You jumped and squealed when his arms locked around you and spun you so he was holding you from behind, pulling you against his heated body, his beard tickling your neck as his mouth nuzzled against it.

“...I bite.”

His statement held promise despite it being told in a whisper, his lips moving up to trace the shell of your ear, and you moaned as your head fell back onto his shoulder and your hands gripped his fuzzy forearms in pleasure rather than fright.

"Come here," Will requested, taking your hand in his to spin you around as if you were dancing.

He walked over to the kitchen table and stopped to face you, letting go of your hand so he could bring both of his up to hold your face, placing a gentle kiss on your waiting lips.

"Sit," he muttered, the words making his lips move against yours in a tantalising way.

You held his stare as you did as you were told, shifting your bottom so you sat at the edge of the table, your legs spread slightly to give him a place to stand. In the faint light you could see the outline of his cock; long and hard, bobbing as he walked into your open legs, the tip oozing and making your mouth water.

His fingers landed on your waist, tracing up and down your side until you squirmed slightly before he hooked them in the band of your pants and slowly folded it down. You assisted as best you could; shifting your weight from cheek to cheek while holding onto his shoulders until he pulled them to your knees, bending down so he could peel them completely off of you. He paused, inhaling as he did, the scent of your arousal making him drunk, and gripping behind your knee he brought his lips to the inside of your thigh and kissed the quivering flesh. The trail he created sent you to insanity; your breathing ragged, your fingers clawing at the table desperately, your aching core still covered by the thin, and extremely damp, material of your panties as he pressed his lips everywhere but there.

He hummed in approval as his nose reached the closest to your center it had been, nudging you slightly to make you whine and cry out his name in a plea to put you out of your misery. Finally, his fingers hooked in your panties and began to slide them past your hips, over your bottom and down your thighs, his mouth marking the spots the thin material intended to land before it got there. Now that he had you naked he still didn't put you out of your misery, his arms bracing on either side of you against the tabletop, one of his hands covering yours to interlace your fingers together. His face was close to yours, and yet his features were barely visible by what little light remained from the fire; the glint in his eyes mischievous but not monstrous by any means. Tilting his head, he slowly drew closer to you, his nose brushing your cheek as you shared the same breath while his lips hovered against yours, and like he couldn't take it any more either, Will rushed to meet you again in a forceful kiss. The hand that wasn't still clasping yours wrapped around your back and he flattened his palm against the dip above your bum, sliding you closer to him with ease until the tip of his cock became wet as it gently began to part your folds. You squeezed his hand tightly as he breached your entrance, your foreheads pressing together as he pushed into your depths in one agonizing go. You whined and your stomach quivered as you took a shaky breath, your eyes falling shut as you relaxed to the fullness of him buried in you and the slow, but deliberate strokes as he pulled out and back in again. The calm tempo he initially set didn't last for long; the sensation of your wet heat enveloping his throbbing cock and the lewd noises casted upon your ears because of your soaked middle had his mind spinning, the harshness of his thrusts increasing drastically. Releasing your hand from his momentarily, he slipped it beneath your knee and pulled upwards, prompting you to shift nearly off the table aside from your heel that now supported you on its edge. You attempted to repeat the same with your other leg, but the change in angle proved to be enough for him as he growled with satisfaction and pounded you deeper than before, settling with this leg dangling in the bend of his arm. Wrapping one of your arms around his neck for support, you began rocking with his movements, using the other to help lift yourself up off the table ever so slightly to match his thrusts, the table squeaking from the assault put on it. The blows to your cervix had you tigthening around him and barrelling toward that cravable high in no time, and the crude sounds coming from where your bodies connected only encouraged more wetness to appear, allowing him to fuck you without holding back thanks to your generous lubrication.

Will's hand blindly found yours again, allowing you to claw at the back of it rather than the polished wood surface as he intertwined your fingers once more, squeezing back in assurance as he moved his face to meet your disoriented gaze. It was an intense look, one that managed to continue his berrage despite his physical actions relenting temporarily, having slipped from you nearly all the way other than his engorged tip that lingered at your aching opening.

His face screwed up slightly when he plunged back in, slamming into you to the hilt with what you knew was all of his power, the lines around his eyes the last thing you saw before your eyes were forced shut again and you succumbed to his treatment. Your moans were swallowed as he covered your mouth with his, sharing needy, sloppy kisses until you felt the familiar pressure explode inside you and your body became limp under his touch.

You clung to him tightly and your head fell onto his shoulder, allowing him to take all control as he fucked you through your high and began to chase his own. The table bucked against the wall and his grunts echoed in your ear as he wildly came undone and coated your contracting walls with spurts of thick cum, the coarse hairs above his pulsing cock havocking your already-destroyed clit to make you shiver and jolt.

Kisses were peppered all over your face; beginning at your right cheek, over your nose to your left one that burned with the flush of your afterglow, and finally onto your forehead. Will sighed as he allowed his lips to linger there, and his fingers drummed on the top of your hand as a signal of this blissful moment ending. He watched as he pulled out of you, already thinking of wanting to be inside you again, and glanced over his shoulder at the stove where the fire was almost completely extinguished. You released your hand from his as you stood from your perch, allowing Will to run his hand through his sweaty waves, a flash of lightning illuminating the whole cabin drawing your attention away from his alluring form.

"I'll get this going again," he spoke, his fingers carefully holding your chin to turn your head in his direction again. "You go get the bed warm…" His eyes danced back and forth and when he smiled, they seemed to light up brighter than the strobes of light in the night sky; a playful hint returning to the icy blue. "...I want a cuddle."

With a wink, he turned and began tending to the fire, leaving you to carry yourself over to your inviting bed on wobbly legs, and as soon as you wrapped yourself in the blankets you felt a wonderful sleepiness wash over you. Your eyes drifted closed as you listened to the storm pummeling overhead, thinking how wonderful nights like this were, and soon you felt the mattress dip as Will crawled in and pulled you into his embrace; his skin blazing from the fire and chest hair toasty against your cheeks.

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Kaya’aton’my’s Series – Nimiipuu Names

While we have a pretty good shot at guessing Two Hawks’s name, I wanted to make a list of the most likely names for the Nimiipuu/Nez Perce characters in Kaya’s series, as a few Nimiipuutímt dictionaries are available.

Even as a kid, I always wondered what everyone’s name was in their actual language, as all but Kaya’s names are translated to their English meaning. I see why this was done– the English-speaking children that make up the target audience would likely be confused by an abundance of names they’d have trouble pronouncing– but even then I do wish to know the names of the characters we all hold so dear.

This is the dictionary I was able to use. I’ll also cite it properly at the bottom of the post. I also utilized nimipuutimt.org, which was incredibly helpful and includes video lessons as well as grammar lessons.

However,

Disclaimer: I am an English-speaking white girl. While I’m using as many official dictionaries as I can, I will likely fuck up grammar on occasion.

Most importantly I will likely fuck up grammar/sentence structure due to my low education in this field; I also have trouble deciphering how (or if) one changes a word when it switches structure; for instance, a verb becoming an adjective. There is information on this on nimiipuutimt.org, but I’m afraid I have not been very good at translating it from English properly.

As such, I will provide each word separately, but not make any definitive claims on word order. I have everything under the cut so that I can keep everything updated should new information come in or should I become more confident in translation.

If anyone who can speak Nimiipuutímt would like to add anything, please for the love of everything do so, your input would obviously be way more useful than mine.

So. Let’s begin.

First off– pronunciation guide.

Ck = the same as a double K

S as in she

A U accented or preceeded by a consonant should be pronounced as normal in English; however, if it is followed by an A, E, or I without a consonant prior, it’s to be pronounced like W.

Y as in yellow.

Extra information on pronunciation, simple phrases, etc. can be found at https://nezperce.org/about/language/ or https://www.nimipuutimt.org/.

Now that we got that out of the way,

Bear Blanket

Kaya’s medicine woman.

There are multiple words depending on the type of bear we are discussing. A black, reddish or yellowish bear would be “Yáka”; a grizzy, white or brown would be either “Gagáz” or “Iyúmie.” The bear constellation in the northern hemisphere would also be “Iyúmes,” with its tail being “Pitaikin.”

The noun for blanket, meanwhile, is Zizkan. [the verb form is Zizkanisa.]

Beaver Tail

One of Tall Branch’s relatives.

The noun for beaver is “Tákzpul,” while tail is “Túinu.”

Bent Bow

An orphan boy in Kaya’s village.

So. “Bent” is where my anglophonic issues arise, since I’m not quite sure what the adjective form of this verb is. The simple verb form, I can say, is “Zepékillikse,” but there’s a few other uses– to curve by pulling is “Nikékillikse,” to curve in a circle is “Zepezilkse,” to bend as if bending a tree branch is “Nikézipitkse.”

“Bow,” meanwhile, is much easier, with “Timúni.” Alternatively spelled “tim’úuni”, this word in modern times can also mean “gun.”

Brown Deer

Kaya’s elder sister.

There are two words for brown in Nimiiputímt; the dictionary I have says it denotes “two degrees” of the same color, though it doesn’t specify beyond that. The two words are “Sukúisukúi” and “Siuiusiuiu.”

There are actually several words for “deer,” depending on different species. “Ímes” (’ímes) is used for the general species, with specific deer having different words depending on gender– a female red deer would be “Yémes”, reindeer would be Tatápai, elk would be Tisipg, and moose deer would be Sákslas (sáaslaqs).

Claw Necklace

Swan Circling’s husband.

“Claw” is “Kipzuz.”

“Necklace” is “Ueéikt.” [A bead necklace would be Kaláun.]

Crane Song

Cut Cheek’s aunt.

Crane would be “Yétiin.”

Song would be “Uenipt,” though I do wonder if this part of her name may be something more like Crane Call or Sound of a Crane rather than a direct comparison to a song...

Cut Cheek

Kaya’s brother-in-law.

There are quite a few verbs for “cut”, but his name appears to use that word in adjective form. So let’s try this out.

First, the verbs:

Trigger Warning: There is a self-harm mention among these, third to last bullet point.

Cut by striking (ex: axe): “Uekíukse.”

Cut, as with a knife, saw or scissors: “Isekíukse.”

Cut, as in dislimbing or quartering an animal: “Isiueze.”

Cut, as in paring or clipping: “Uesúpse”

Making a small cut: “Izetíkise.”

Wounding via cutting: “Iseuéize.”

Cutting self: “Iné-seuéize.”

Cutting into two parts: “Izepékse.”

Cutting into several parts: “Izipékse.”

End of TW.

It’s likely that the verbs could be used in past tense, but again, I’m having trouble finding differing tenses. I will say that I feel the most likely would be Isekíukse (cut as with a knife), Izetíkse or Iseuéize (small cut / wound).

As for adjectives,

Lacerated, torn, as in a rope: “Getílgetil”

As well as noun/verbs:

To hurt physically: “Komáiz.”

Wound via stabbing: “Iptéye” (n) “Iptéyeze” (v)

Wound via shooting: “Éutes” (n) “Euise” (v)

Wound via dashing against something: “Ueíptet” (n) “Ueiptése” (v)

And finally, scars:

Scar as a noun: “Kaskásuit”

As an adjective: “Kaskasuin.”

So after all that, I feel like the most likely is “Kaskasuin” (scarred).

And then cheek is just “Mástai.” That was way easier.

Finger Cakes

In Meet Kaya, Kaya’s Aalah tells her of her own cruel childhood nickname, “Finger Cakes,” when she was caught stealing some from her brother.

I wasn’t able to find the specific word for Nimiipuu finger cakes, but “Cake” in general is “tam’áamin’.”

Flaming Stick

A member of Kaya’s village from The Roar of the Falls.

I was unable to find an adjective for flaming. The noun is “Liun” (burning), “Ilakáuit” (shining) or “Álla” (fire). “Liun” is probably the most likely. The verb is “Liuze” (with rising/steaming fire) or Ilepilikse (when the flame breaks forth).

Stick is a bit easier I think. The only word for stick was referring to a walking-stick, which might be what his name refers to? That word is “Túkes.” If they’re referring to a random stick, branch is probably more likely a translation, which makes it “Pátoi.”

Fox Tail

Kaya’s cousin, a young boy in her village.

Fox is “Telipe.”

Tail is “Túinu.”

Jumps Back

A young man in Kaya’s village.

This one is a bit hard. If we presume his name is “jumping backwards”, there are a lot of terms for jumping. A lot of them refer to jumping on a horse, so if we presume that that is not what his name means...

"To jump, as in trying to get above the ground” is “Ualásasa”, and “to go about jumping” is “Ualasáiksa.” I think the latter is probably likely.

The word for back in terms of direction is “Elekinike.” However, backward specifically is “Élekipg.”

I think the most likely is Ualasáiksa + Élekipg, but it could be any combo of the above.

Light on the Water

Kaya’s baby cousin, the daughter of Running Alone. She is saved by Swan Circling at the beginning of Kaya’s Hero.

Okay, so light is “Hawkáuit.”

The on preposition is already contained in many verbs and expressed by the removal of the –zese in the root of verbs. So first we need a verb for the light being on the water. To sit on is “Ueksilikézese,” and to fall upon in drops is “Isiséulizése.” So whether her name has Ueksilik or Isiséuli depends on whether her name is light sitting upon the water or light falling upon the water.

Water specifically is “Kus.” Considering her name isn’t “light on the river” or “ocean” or whatever, “Kus” is probably correct.

Little Branch

Rushing Brook’s infant daughter, from The Roar of the Falls.

Little is “Kúzkuz.”

Branch would be “Pátoi.”

Little Fawn

A girl in Kaya’s village. In Kaya’s Hero she is hurt jumping out of a tree, and she’s often noted to play Shinny with Kaya.

Little is “Kúzkuz.”

According to nimipuutimt.org, a general term for a fawn would be “tatx.”

Lone Dog

The lone wolf that Kaya helps and the mother of Tatlo.

Lone as an adjective is used by putting -zuàtg at the end of the personal pronoun. Ipzuàtg is “they (singular) lone,” but I think we can just add it at the end of the word “dog”? I may be wrong tho.

A normal dog is a “Zikámkal.” There are two names for wolf meanwhile; “Izeyéi” is small and “Ímiin” is large. I’d say lone dog’s name is likely Zikámkal, as she seems to be less of a wolf and more of a dog if you know what I mean.

So her name could potentially be Zikámkalzuàtg.

Magpie

Kaya’s despised nickname.

This one is very simple: Ékeg.

Many Deer

A temperamental man in Kaya’s village.

Many is “Illégi” as an adjective. As a pronoun for persons only, it’s “Illegniue.”

Now we get to talk about the words for male deer yay!! Once again, Ímes is for the general word. The male red deer is Téuisin, reindeer is Tipitéuisin, elk is Ueúkie, and moose deer is Sákslas.

Rabbit

A daring girl in Kaya’s village a little older than her.

Another simple one: rabbit is Éyukz.

Raven

Kaya’s older cousin who lives in her village.

Raven is Kókog.

Red Duck

Kaya’s aunt in her village.

For red: bright red / vermilion would be “Hilpilp”, while a deep red / crimson would be “Lemtlémt.”

A wild duck would be “Kétket.” A tame duck would be “Éutet.”

Red Stone

Tall Branch’s relative.

For red: bright red / vermilion would be “Hilpilp”, while a deep red / crimson would be “Lemtlémt.”

There are a couple words for stone colors but haven’t found one for red, only yellow, white and black. So the normal word for stone is “Pisue.”

Runner

Kaya’s father’s horse.

Ulekeiktípez.

Running Alone

Kaya’s young aunt, mother of Light on the Water.

We got a couple words for “run.”

To move swiftly: “Ulékeikse.”

To make [another] run: “Seulekéikse”

To run suddenly: “Tekekéikse”

To run to help somebody: “Tekékeikezése”

To run in a race: “Uléluikize”

To run after someone else: “Tiuekikze”

Alone, meanwhile, is “Inzuáty” as a noun. As an adjective, it is used by putting -zuàtg at the end of the personal pronoun. Ipzuàtg is “they (singular) lone,” with “Inzuátg” as I lone and “Imzuátg” as you lone.

Runs Home

A young man in Kaya’s village, the one who taught Two Hawks to make and play the flute.

We got a couple words for “run.”

To move swiftly: “Ulékeikse.”

To make [another] run: “Seulekéikse”

To run suddenly: “Tekekéikse”

To run to help somebody: “Tekékeikezése”

To run in a race: “Uléluikize”

To run after someone else: “Tiuekikze”

Home is “Init.”

Rushing Brook

A young mother in Kaya’s village.

"Rushing” is a bit hard to find. Looking at different versions of flow, though,

“Uéleze” is basic flowing,

 “Uelétze” is to come out flowing,

“Tekeuéleze” is to flow suddenly/falling down,

“Uelikze” is to rise flowing.

As with other words, fast as an adjective is “Ámtiz,” and I’ve already copy-pasted the words for run up above.

A small stream (brook) would be “Póol.”

Snow Paws

A dog in Kaya’s village.

Snow as a noun is “Méke.” Paw would be “Kípzuz.”

Sparks Flying

Kaya’s horse’s colt, named for the fire he, his mother and Kaya escaped.

“Sparks” is a bit hard to figure out.

The noun for fire is “Álliksa” or “Álla”, but I don’t think it would just be fire, but specifically the sparks.

“Líuze” (to burn with rising, steaming fire) or “Ilepílikse” (to burn as when a flame breaks forth) could work, though it is a verb and Sparks is a noun here...

Another verb/adjective instead of a noun, but glitter as a verb would be “Ilapáiksa” or “Ilapáikin” as an adjective.

Verb for sparkle is “Itgolizása”, adjective sparkling is “Pítgolzatipaz.” I wasn’t able to find a word just for a Spark.

We got a couple options for “fly” too:

To fly: “Ueikze”

To fly about: “Ueinikse”

To go about flying: “Ueikéikse”

To fly upward, as on a tree: “Ueletiekse”

To fly upward, to soar / float: “Iyalásasa”

To flee, run away: “Ulelikze”

I think the most likely in context for Sparks Flying would be “Ueinikse” (fly about) or “Ulelikze” (flee). Also to note: the nouns for flight are “Ulelikin” for running away and “Ueíkin” for soaring.

Sparrow

One of Kaya’s twin brothers.

Uekiukíun.

Speaking Rain

Kaya’s beloved sister; she is biologically her second cousin, but was adopted by Kaya’s immediate family after her parents’ death.

So, there are a lot of words to be used for “speaking.” These are the most likely for her name:

“Tennése”: direct translation of “speak.” If her name means “rain that talks,” this is probably the word.

“Pitenuése”: to speak mutually. If her name means “rain talking amongst themselves”, this is the word. [”Pitáutennése” is also this word for specifically speaking at night.]

“Ueuise”: to begin speaking.

“Uainakasa”: to cease speaking.

The second part of her name is much easier: Uéket means “rain!”

Squirrel

A young boy in Kaya’s village, mentioned in The Roar of the Falls.

Zilmii.

Steps High

Kaya’s beloved horse.

If we assume that the steps is a verb, the first word is either “Uetikise” (to advance) or “Uatikzása” (to set the foot upon). [Noun would be “Uetikt”]

Now there’s a couple words for “high” as well. “Tústi” means being in elevated place. “Kuhét” means of a tall statue.

Swan Circling

Kaya’s hero; this will also be Kaya’s name as an adult.

A swan is “Tákaisin.”

Circling, meanwhile? Difficult, but I believe it’s “Temepéise,” which is to encircle.

Tall Branch

Kaya’s maternal aunt.

With tall, we have to wonder if this would be referring to actual height, or simply length; the good news is, the first word we have can mean both “tall” and “long!” Our options are “Kuhét” or “Imékes”; Kuhét is used for more slender items, with Imékes for large-framed.

Branch would be “Pátoi.”

To Soar Like an Eagle

Kaya’s village chief.

As stated with Sparks Flying, to soar is “Iyalásasa.”

Like as in denoting similarity is to add –uàkos to the end of the noun.

As for eagle, a bald eagle is “Sakantáig,” and other fully-red eagles are “Kaspaaláya.” So either Sakantáiguàkos or Kaspaaláyauàkos.

Two Crows

Tall Branch’s relative.

Two is “Lepit.” “Lepú” is used as a pronoun for persons only.

A crow is “Áa”, though a jackdaw or blackbird would be “Kuóskuós.”

So it’s likely Lepit Áa.

Wing Feather

One of Kaya’s twin brothers.

Large/Quill feathers are “Uéptes,” and Down/Small feathers are “Kótkot.” I believe Wing Feather’s name would thus be Kótkot but I do not know a ton about birds.

Yellow Flower

A young mother in Kaya’s village.

Yellow as an adjective is “Maksmáks,” (maqsmáqs) though yellowish would be “Keugkéug.”

A flower is “Látis.”

Another thing to note: specifically “the flower becomes yellow” is translated as “Látis imkasiza,” so this could be her name as well.

Yellow Sky

An elderly storyteller in Kaya’s village.

Yellow as an adjective is “Maksmáks,” (maqsmáqs) though yellowish would be “Keugkéug.” 

Sky is a word that depends on whether it is cloudy or clear. Cloudy sky is “Ipelikt,” while a clear sky is “Aikát.”

BONUS: Non-Nimiipuu Characters

Gift from the Stick People

The Nimiipuu name given to Hawk Rising’s baby after Crane Song found her.

A gift would be “Ínit.” (though “Pinit” would be a mutual gift, which I believe means a traded item? I think Ínit would be most appropriate here.)

Now, from is used in this language by the suffix “-kínig.” (IE: from Kaya would be Kaya-kínig).

The Stick People are dwarves in several Indigenous-American traditions, including both the Nimiipuu and the Arapho. The Nimiipuu called them the Its’te-ya-ha, and said that they lived in the deep woods and had the power to make themselves invisible and become incredibly strong.

So Hawk Rising’s baby would be named Ínit + Its’te-ya-ha-kínig.

Hawk Rising

Kaya names the Silent Stranger “Hawk Woman” after she sees her watching a hawk on a cliffside. At the end of the book, she establishes to Kaya that her name is actually “Hawk Rising.”

So Kaya’s name for her:

A hawk that’s often seen in poultry yards: “Pitámianun”

Goshawk: ironically, “Káya”

These were also listed as “various kinds of hawks,” with no specifics. Hopefully I can find specifics later: “Íkeg, Talauyágoz, Káyauákos, Leplépuékos.”

Woman would be “Háyat.” Rising would be...

To come out, as the sun: “Tilétze”

To go up, as the sun: “Tilása”

To come out on a sudden: “Tekétilètze”

To rise from death or unconsciousness: “Utelétze”

To rise, as fog: “Ipalásasa”

To cause to rise (such as standing up and scattering dust): “Tulékoksa”

I feel like the most likely here would be Tilása or Tekétilêtze. However, considering her backstory of escaping a deadly fire, thematically Utelétze would work incredibly well.

But let’s find out what tribe she’s from to find her real name.

From the first chapter of The Silent Stranger:

“Her hair is in one thick braid instead of two, like ours, and the backs of her hands are tattooed.”

“What’s she wearing?” Speaking Rain asked, giving Kaya a nudge.

“Under her bearskin she’s got a cape of woven bark with fur at the throat,” Kaya said. “She’s wearing a necklace of dentalium shells, and abalone ear ornaments, too. She looks like the women who live on the seacoast and come to the Big River to trade.”

Here is her backstory, from pg 99-100:

[...] warriors from up the coast had raided her village. She was taken captive and made a slave. Her captors took her with them to the Big River. There, a man from over the high mountains saw her and made her his wife. He was a good man. She went with him and lived with his people. She was traveling with her husband when a storm stranded them[....]

We also have this description of her baby’s tee-kas:

“[The baby’s] tee-kas is part of my story. It’s not made like ours. It’s made of cedar, with cedar-bark cloth for a wrapping. Women from the coast make their tee-kas like that, and the baby has a pretty necklace of dentalium shells. Why her unfortunate parents were traveling in Nimíipuu country is a mystery, but she’s safe now in Crane Song’s care.” - pg 109

The coast tribes by the Northwest would be Tlingit, Haida, Tsimshian, Kwakiutl, Bella Coola, Nuu-chah-nulth, Coast Salish, and Chinook.

So we gotta find which traded with the Nimiipuu at the Big River. Because there are so many tribes, I could be wrong, but I think it is likely that she is from the Coast Salish; they were known to use cedar bark for weaving many things, including tee-kas. [1, 2] They would have had access to dentalium shells as well, and the very real historical connections between the Nimiipuu and Salish were already established in the mainline series.

Other possibilities include the Haida and Tsminshian, who are noted to have had abalone access, and the Nuu-chah-nulth, who not only would have had access to abalone but were the primary harvesters of dentalium. They were known to dress their high-status unmarried girls in dentalium shell necklaces. While that wouldn’t apply to Hawk Rising, it could apply to her daughter.

There are many, many different dialects of the Salish language, but looking at this map, I think it’s likely that in order to be near Nimiipuu territory, Hawk Rising would be in the Lushootseed or Cowlitz/Chehalis areas.

 We have two options for “Hawk” from the Lushootseed dialect, actually.

Fish Hawk: c̓ix̌c̓ix̌

Redtail Hawk: x̌ibx̌ib

The similar dialect Twulshootseed also uses “x̌ibx̌ib” to mean hawk; I can’t find info on whether or not they use “c̓ix̌c̓ix̌” as well. I will say that I think x̌ibx̌ib is probably more likely.

As for the word for “Rising” or the Cowlitz translation, this is where I kinda. Cannot continue currently. I have not been able to find a dictionary for the Cowlitz. However, when I have the ability I would love to ask native-languages.org once again. If anyone else would like to do so, or take part in their fundraiser, here is a link.

Otter Woman

A woman from “Enemy Country” that held Kaya and Speaking Rain as slaves. “Otter Woman” is only what Kaya calls her, and thus we don’t know her actual name.

First: Kaya’s name for her. Otter is “Tulúlg.” Woman is “Háyat,” with an elderly woman being “Hátuai.”

But onto figuring out her potential tribe, just for fun. From Chapter One of Kaya’s Escape:

She thought they spoke the language of enemies from Buffalo Country[...] they had driven the herd all the way through Nimíipuu country to the northern trail through the Bitterroot Mountains.

Chapter Two also says they go over the Buffalo Trail, and Kaya spots the Lochsa River as they pass. As the Lochsa River is to the west of the Bitterroot Mountains, that means the enemies are traveling west and live in that direction.

I am absolutely useless at Geography, but Google tells me that the Bitterroot Mountains border Idaho and Montana. So if they’re traveling west, that would most likely put them in the areas of Idaho, Washington, Oregon or even Canada, depending on how far their homeland was.

When moving to the Northwestern Plains to hunt buffalo, Wikipedia says that the Nimiipuu enemies there were the Blackfoot Confederacy (Piegan, Kainai, Siksika), Lakota, and Cheyenne. 

Looking at a map of indigenous land, directly west of the Nimiipuu were Coeur D’Alene/Skitswish, Yakima, and Walla Walla. If her tribe were in what is now Montana to hunt Buffalo at the time of Kaya’s Escape, they would be in Flathead Kutenai territory, perhaps even Blackfeet. They could also still be near the Skitswish or Okanagan.

Spotted Owl

Kaya’s Wishram trading partner, from Kaya and the River Girl.

Spotted Owl is a Wishram girl, so she would be speaking Upper Chinook. Using washington.edu’s abridged Chinook dictionary, Spotted would be le kye or tzum, depending on how it’s spotted: calico is tzum and piebald is le kye. I’m not sure which one would refer to the actual spotted owl, perhaps calico?

Owl was a bit harder to find; the anthrosource online library does have a Chinook dictionary that I poured through, and I believe owl may be “qoēl.”

So her name could be le kye + qoēl.

If translated to Nimiipuu: an owl would be “Saglatáma,” while a small owl would be “Púgpukélez.” Spotted would be “Kaskás”; while it specifically refers to dapple-gray pattern, it is used for most spotted things.

Two Hawks

I have a full post here, where I contacted Laura Redish of the Native Languages of the Americas to ask about his name. Here is what she said:

The Salish word for two is “esel.”

A fish hawk/osprey would be c'ixʷc'xʷ.

A red-tailed hawk would be a c'lc'lšmu.

A sparrow hawk/falcon would be aatat.

“So this character's name could have been something like Esel C'ixʷc'xʷ, Esel C'lc'lšmu, or Esel Aatat.”

Considering what English-speakers mainly associate with hawks, I’d say “Esel C'ixʷc'xʷ” is probably the most likely.

Additional information: according to spokanelanguageculture, a redtail hawk could also be “Spya.”

White Braids

Speaking Rain’s Salish adoptive mother.

White Braids would, like Two Hawks, be using the Salish Spokane-Kalispel dialect, as they live in the same tribe.

White would be “piq,” pronounced like the English pick. I have not yet been able to find the specific word for braid– I have been able to find the sentence “they braided their hair.” (čyilya’xʷ qnm) I tried to go through the Kalispel-English dictionary I could find online but could not find “braid”– if anyone else wants to try, the links are here and here. I will also try to ask native-languages.org when I have the ability.

Sources: spokanelanguageculture

Young Uncle

Two Hawks’s maternal uncle. “Young Uncle” probably isn’t his name but it’s the best we have to go on.

A maternal uncle would be “ssiʔ.” Young as a descriptor would be “sk̓ʷu̓k̓ʷiml̓t.”

Dictionary

Morvillo, Anthony. A dictionary of the Numípu or Nez Perce language.    ,    https://doi.org/10.5479/sil.1076821.39088005784111

[okaeylah]

“Flash-banged,” he raged. “I got flash-banged in real life. Ha-ha, very funny!” The next time he got his hands on Shu or Luca, he would shake them so hard their teeth would rattle, and they’d be unable to talk it out. Some prank– glitter in a letter! When he got up, it was to a shocked Ike, as if a deer in headlights, mouth agape. A fly could’ve flown inside. “Don't tell me– it's got in my hair?” (Dear reader, if it was merely glitter, this story wouldn't be here.)

Rating: E

tags: Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, PWP, Gender or Sex Swap, Female Vox Akuma, D/S Undertones

Summary: Vox gets turned into a girl for twenty-four hours. He's really disappointed as he's just reunited with his boyfriend – how can they do without a night of passion? Ike merely sees it as another way to spice up the bedroom.

[vees-strangeworld-omniverse]

ARGONUS FAUNA: beast of sonias

(NOTE: descriptions copy-pasted from DA where i normally/originally post my works. any context that is missing here on tumblr can be found on my DA [linked here and on pinned post] )

[additional note: much of the first several post on argous's fauna use a human to scale instead of an E-class aircraft like i would end up doing later on. thus, animal's actual size relative to their world will be smaller. a bonus note to make is that this human perspective also includes names of the animals, so i'll be giving out alternate names and/or some explanation....]

so now we head over to the asia of argonus, aka sonias.

not unlike our asia, and also like other parts of the world, sonias has some interesting and unique fauna. not surprisingly (especially with these guys i drew), most of these weird wonders come from the jungles where diversity is at it's fullest. actually, alongside arid biomes, tropical climates are a hotspot for some of the "living fossils" of argonus...for some reason...

pantheronager -5ft at hips -dichobunoid ungulate -rainforest of KO laos (kingdom of laos)

    looking like the hybrid between a deer, horse and cat, pantheronagers are neither those three and are instead a "cat-sized" dichobunoid, an ancient group of ungulates more closer to whales and hippos. the surviving dichobunoids that exist in the sonian tropics aren't too different from their ancient relatives in terms of looks and behaviors, and the panteronager is no exception     typical of it's relatives, they're fleet-footed browsers that feed mostly on the foliage and fallen fruit within the forest floor. males are solitary most of the time (excluding mating season), while the females live in small groups of 2-4 with one of them being the alpha. however, unlike other species of surviving dichobunoid, they (alongside the other members of it's genus) have horns and tusks, two pairs each in true argonian fashion. both males and female have them; males use them to fight other males over territory and mates, females use them similarly to establish the pecking order, and both also use them a protection if cornered. every season, males will find a harem and mate with all the females, then leave once the fawns are born.     the panthonagars have been kept in captivity for quite a while. they're rather infamous in the pet trade, due to their high reproductive rates (females can have 2-3 fawns every 3 months) and rather surprising adaptability. this has lead them to become introduced into other tropical climates in cities and towns, though their saving grace from becoming completely destructive are the equally abundant introduced/adaptive predators , especially the stunnits and avibels aeronoids.

olmraptor -8ft tall -dromaeosaurid -forests of center kingdom.

    there are lots of "living fossils" with dinosaurs being no exception. this is probably because the kpg extinction event wasn't exactly like our own. instead of one big asteroid killing off the dinosaurs, a mixture of volcanic activity and a tiny dash of climate change had the Mesozoic reptiles start to fizzle out in the beginning of the Paleocene, leaving behind only the lucky ones that were adaptable enough to survive the changes. one of these lucky archosaurs to make it to the modern Holocene were the dromaeosaurids, more specifically the "Asiatic" members of velociraptorinae. such is the case with the olmraptor, a forest-dwelling descendant of those velociraptors.     the olmraptor, like all other non-avian/pterosaur archosaurs, have a line of spikes going down their backs. they're solitary hunters, preferring to catch small prey like rodents, invertebrates, lizards and birds. although diurnal, they're most active during the brighter hours of dusk and dawn. the male and female mate for life and, despite their solitary lifestyle, have their territories overlapping each other. every year, the male's coat becomes brightly colored, and they begin to start their collection of flowers and bones. when the male first starts this display, the collection starts in a small, shallow pile of grass and twigs. if he's lucky and manages to successfully gain the love of a female, they'll make that display pile into a nest and he'll use it every year to renew their love. both parent incubate the eggs, with the female doing most of the incubating as the male either gathers food or defends the female. when the babies hatch, they're almost fully developed and are able to start walking within their first hour of their life. once able to walk, both parents and offspring leave the nest where the babies are taught how to survive on their own. next season, they'll come back to that nest to start the process all over again.     like the pantheronager, they're kept as pets and are infamous for their high reproduction and adaptability. however, they are at least a little helpful in hunting and eating unwanted pest. olmraptors in the western hemisphere (especially amerigia) are popular in places like parks, country clubs and gated communities for their colors and pest control.

onisuchus -49ft long -crocodilian, converging onto kaprosuchus -tropical wetlands of indus     sometimes what seems to be a living fossil is actually just an animal converging onto a similar build to prehistoric animal. modern crocodilians are sometimes considered living fossils, given how alot of them haven't changed in the 100 millions of years being here. in some funny twist, most of the seemingly "mesozoic survivors" crocodilians aren't really that and are instead just a case of convergent evolution, such as the case with the onisuchus.     the onisuchus is a massive carnivore who's claim to fame is it's kaprosuchus-like looks and it's voracious appetite. they'll eat practically any animal they see fit for a meal, dead or alive. they're just as good swimmers as they are runner, and can run in short burst of speed to catch prey. they even have a body count; about 150 people per year, mostly humans and smaller elkinets, have their lives taken by this gluttonous archosaur. however, not everything is doom and gloom for the onisuchus; like all other surviving crocodilians they're great mothers that protect their young and move them away from danger (mostly other onisuchus). at least 2/3rds of all onisuchus-related deaths are due to people being unaware of a mother onisuchus's presence, or even the babies since they hang around dense foliage to further be protected. when the mother spots the threat, she'll not only kill the animal (or person), but also will ensure that the carcass wont attract other predators by eating their dead body. still, even with all these protective measures, lost of predator's still manage to steal her babies, and only 3 out of 10 of her babies will make it to adulthood.

striped tapir -13ft tall -tapiridae -tropics of southern sonias

    one of the very rare instances of an argonian species replacing an earth's species entirely, the striped tapir (aka baku to many humans) was though to be some kind of extreme argonian variation of the Malayan tapir, when in fact they're a completely different species that replaces the Malayan tapir entirely. like alot of perissodactyls, they have a semi-long tail, with the long hair making up a third of it's length. and, like most other tapir species on argonus, they also have tiny, little tusks on their mouths.     the behavior is not too different from other tapir species. they're mostly solitary, eats leaves and shoots, most active at night, and can be considerably dangerous when cornered (though the prefer to run first). 

if the tapir's ears look a bit weird, that's because i accidentally gave it two ears instead of four and didn't notice until i was typing this. so, i used mspaint as a makeshift photoshop and it surprisingly worked.

also, fun fact, the male olmraptor's colors are based off of the mononykus reconstruction from the weird & wild creature cards.

[chaoticcat32]

First(of many) vamp!Eddie fics I have

Eddie Munson was hungry. Scratch that, Eddie Munson was starving. He’d been wandering the woods for days ever since he woke up and escaped the upside down trying to find something to eat.

He didn’t understand why everything looked so small now, or why he was so fast, or why he had extra features he could’ve sworn weren’t there before. But those things were irrelevant, insignificant. No, the only thing on his mind right now was finding something he could eat.

Deer were too fast, birds flew away, other small animals burrowed underground or climbed up high in trees. It was utterly hopeless.

At least is was hopeless until he heard something. No, not something, somethings. They sounded big, not in comparison to him, mind you, but in comparison to everything else in the woods, the footsteps sounded like they came from something large.

Whispers could also be heard coming from the same direction. That was odd. None of the other animals in the forest could whisper. They grunted or chirped or squeaked or chuffed, but never whispered.

Then there was also a smell. A smell that seemed so familiar to him, yet he couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t familiar like the forest, but like something else, something from before. Before what? He didn't quite know yet.

Curious, the large beast that was Eddie Munson began to slowly creep towards the sounds and familiar smells. The closer he got, the more he could decipher what the voices were saying, and the stronger that sweet, familiar smell grew in his nostrils.

“What are we even looking for?” A young voice whispered. It seemed familiar.

“I don’t know, but there’s been reports of something big wandering the forest.”

Now that voice, that one he certainly recognized, but from where?

“And we’re the ones acting on these reports, why?”

A higher pitched, female voice. Not as familiar.

“Yea, didn’t hopper say to, you know, stay away from the woods?” For some reason, that voice conjured up the color red in his mind.

Confused and a little excited at the familiarity, he kept pressing forward, going faster this time.

“Because,” the familiar voice said, “the reports said that the thing had brown curly hair? A denim vest? Who else do we know that has those features?”

“Or, hear me out, it could be someone blaming even more shit on Eddie, saying that he’s a big scary monster now who’s eating people in the woods.”

“Yea, the reports also said things about pointy ears, claws, and sharp teeth. Not to mention, do you not remember the biggest thing about it? Literally, the biggest thing. Its size.”

“Shut up, we have weapons. I’m sure we’re more than equipped to deal with whatever this thing might b- what the hell was that?”

The closer Eddie got, the more and more excited he became. By the time he was close enough that the smell was so strong it was all he could focus on, he was almost in a full sprint.

The last trees separating him from the familiar scent and sounds came into view, as well as what was beyond them. About seven or eight beams of light whipped towards him when he was only fifty feet from his prize, blinding him momentarily.

One last giant leap and he’d cleared the last of the space, landing right in front of the group.

“Holy shit!” A young voice from a boy with curly hair and a baseball cap squeaked.

“Wow the reports do not do that thing justice it is huge and holy shit do you think it has rabies or something? It definitely has rabies, doesn’t it.”

The man in the center stood shakily, his light slowly making its way up to the beast’s face.

“E-Eddie?”

At this point Eddie could barely even contain himself, he was practically vibrating in excitement where he crouched, eyes wide and full of wonder. He found them! He found them! But why does he know these people? From where? It didn’t really matter at the moment, he decided, he was just so happy to see them.

Apparently, they were too.

“Eddie!” The curly haired one shouted, beginning to rush forwards.

An arm reached out, stopping him from getting to close.

“Wait, Henderson, it might not be safe.”

Right, Henderson. Dustin Henderson. He remembered that.

“What? You were the one all excited!”

“I know, I know, but look at him. How do we know it’s even the same Eddie?”

A look of fear and understanding crossed the smaller one’s face, and he slowly took a few steps back.

“Right.“

The one in front, the most familiar face and the one Eddie was most excited about stepped forward. As soon as he did, though, the smell of familiarity overpowered his nose and his stomach let out a loud growl, reminding him of how hungry he was. Eddie’s face contorted into one of discomfort, his ears pinned back, and he growled slightly, matching his stomach.

The man’s eyes widened, looking like they were about to pop out of his head.

“Shit…”

“Um, Steve?”

Steve! Steve Harrington! He remembered now.

“Yea?”

“Should we be running?”

Eddie took a step forward, overjoyed and excited that he remembered his friend.

Steve then whipped around and shouted a single word to the group:

“RUN!”

The others seemed to not need to be told twice and they all turned and fled, scattering in all directions, seeming to think it’d confuse the monster.

Steve, making sure everyone was out of sight, slowly turned back around only to be face to face with Eddie Munson. He let out a yelp of surprise and fell flat on his ass, looking up at the looming vampire.

“H-hey buddy, um, just take me.” He said, glittering pinpricks forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Just take me, and leave the kids and my friends alone!” He said, louder. “Please?”

Not wanting to argue with his stomach any longer, and feeling a surge of protectiveness over his friend, wanting to cheer him up, Eddie decided to kill two birds with one stone. The perfect solution, really, and shoved Steve Harrington into his mouth.

Steve let out a small whimper as he did so, Eddie’s mouth already full of saliva, quickly dousing the smaller man and ruining his perfect hair.

Eddie hummed in delight, licking over Steve, trying to savor the flavor of his friend as much as he could. His stomach was impatient, however, and demanded to be filled. Reluctantly, yet also excitedly, Eddie swallowed and sent Steve quickly sinking down his throat and into his waiting belly.

Eddie sighed, overwhelmed with happiness that he found his friend and that he was safely tucked away, protected from any danger that could harm him.

Steve didn’t seem to share the sentiment, however.

The poor man wept quietly within the beast. Relieved that his friends were safe, terrified that he was going to die, and full of sorrow that he’d never get to see said friends again. He’d miss them so much and he knew that they’d miss him too. Why’d it have to end this way, god damn it? Why couldn’t Eddie be like he was before and everything would be okay?

To say Eddie was confused would be an understatement. Those weren’t happy sounds coming from his gut, but why wasn’t Steve happy? Shouldn’t he be happy now that he found his friend? Everything was ok now, he was safe and protected, so why wasn’t he happy like Eddie was? Why was he so upset?

He knew his voice would be scratchy after over a week of unuse, but he knew he had to comfort his friend, make him understand he was ok. Determined, he managed to utter a single word, placing a hand on his belly as he did so.

“Steve?”

Just then, rapid footsteps coming his way made Eddie jerk his head up from looking at his stomach. A small figure with curly hair was sprinting towards him, yelling as it did so.

“Steve? Steve! Where are you? You weren’t at the meetup spot!”

The form in his stomach froze and began to shiver. The cries grew louder until he was full-on sobbing, yelling at Dustin to run, go away and save himself.

“No, no, no Dustin! Please Dustin run! Go away!”

Dustin had a horrified look on his face as he stepped up to Eddie’s stomach, listening to his friend.

“Oh my god! Shit! He ate you?! Shit, shit, shit!”

Eddie looked down at yet another one of his friends, overjoyed to see him. Maybe he should eat Dustin too, then Steve would see that it was ok! All he wanted to do was protect them after all! Making up his mind, Eddie leaned down and quickly scooped Dusting into his mouth as well, shaking with excitement.

“Dustin? Where the hell did you go?”

The rest of the group ran forward to be greeted with Dustin’s kicking legs dangling out of the vampire’s

open mouth, as well as muffled screams coming from the monster’s stomach.

“DUSTIN!” A chorus of voices shouted out all at once.

Eddie’s sensitive ears flattened against his head, and he quickly finished gulping Dustin down, turning and running off into the woods, leaving the group shouting and screaming after him.

Meanwhile, Steve looked up to see the entrance to Eddie’s stomach open up, letting a familiar head of curly hair through. The rest of Dustin quickly followed, falling into the small space with Steve.

“Why didn’t you run!”

“Steve! Wait, you’re ok?”

“Henderson!“

“I did! I did run, but we waited, and you didn’t show up to the meeting spot. We were all scared so I ran back to find you.”

“It was just supposed to be me! It was just going to be me and you guys would all be fine.”

“You hypocrite, aren’t you the one always telling us not to be heroes?”

“Yea, well you ruined my plan. It’s all for nothing now.” Steve said as fresh tears began to fall from his eyes.

“We’re both going to die in here.”

“Wait, Steve, haven’t you been in here for, like, half an hour now?”

“Yeah?”

“If something was going to happen, wouldn’t it have already?”

“I mean I guess… what are you trying to say anyways?”

“Maybe this really is Eddie, and he doesn’t want to hurt us!”

“But… then why would he eat us?”

Dustin just shrugs, and Steve pushes him over.

Outside, Eddie had stopped in a particularly large clearing and settled down. He put a clawed hand on his belly and gently rubbed, trying his best to soothe its occupants.

“Is- is he purring?” Asked Steve.

“I think so, and he’s rubbing his belly.”

“I can’t tell if he’s trying to comfort us, or he’s just enjoying his dinner.”

It was now Dustin’s turn to push Steve.

“I don’t think he’s gonna hurt us, I mean, if he was, wouldn’t he have already?”

“I guess so.”

Steve then looks up and calls out to their captor.

“Eddie?”

A small sound of recognition.

“Whatcha doin’ up there big guy?”

Eddie purrs harder and starts rubbing his belly more.

“Huh. So, I guess we just sit and wait for him to let us out?”

Eddie sat happily, knowing that his friends were ok and safe, also not crying anymore as well.

The rest of the group finally caught up to him, panting and holding their knees.

“You know, you really gave us a workout there, bud.” For some reason, the voice makes him think of robin. Like the bird?

Eddie looks at them and smiles, happy that the rest of his friends have shown up.

All of a sudden, a determined looking girl steps forward, a sawed-off shotgun clutched in her hand. She loads it and points it at Eddie.

“Now let Steve and Dustin out.”

The two boys inside, hearing the commotion outside and, more importantly, the click of the shotgun being loaded and probably threatening their big friend, began to respond.

“Wait, wait!” Steve shouted. “ We’re fine! We’re ok, he’s not hurting us, we promise!”

“Yeah,” Dustin added, “he’s really just a big softie!”

“You guys are ok?” The girl hesitantly lowered the shotgun.

“Yea, we’re fine, no need to shoot.”

A boy with black hair stepped forward and placed his hand on Eddie’s belly, looking up to the vampire’s face.

“You’re not hurting them in there, are you?”

Eddie shook his head. Mike, he remembered this one was Mike. His sister was holding the shotgun, Nancy. And the other girl was named Robin, she wasn’t a bird. He also spotted Will, Lucas, Max, Jonathan, and another girl he didn’t recognize with a buzzed head.

Eddie then leaned down and nuzzled Mike, sticking his tongue out to lick at the boy.

“Eww, that’s gross man.”

He then took the boy in his mouth and was about to swallow him too.

“Wait! Why are you eating him?” Shouted Will.

“It’s ok, man,” said a voice from inside. “He’s not gonna hurt us.”

Eddie then swallowed Mike, looking at the rest of them.

Will stepped forward and pet Eddie on the nose, laughing when he was licked as well. He was also swallowed down, and the rest of the group was reluctant to follow.

Not that Eddie gave them much of a choice, though he made sure none of them were too uncomfortable.

Eventually, all ten members of the group were gulped down into Eddie’s stomach, and he sighed, laying down to take a nap. Happiness buzzed through him as he purred at the feeling of all his friends inside him, safely protected by his gut.

The occupants also settled down,exhausted from all the running and fright, not to mention the fact that it was probably close to midnight by now.

Sighing, they all drifted off to sleep, one by one.

Before closing his eyes, Eddie uttered two words to his friends through the purrs:

“Goodnight, guys.”

[besttropeveershowdown]

The Worst Trope Ever Showdown: Round 2, Side B

Humanoid Female Animal

Mainly a thing in animation (tho comes up in CGI in otherwise live action movies or w/e). the male of an animal species will range from somewhat anthropomorphic to looking pretty much like a normal animal, but the female of (supposedly) the same species will be extremely anthropomorphised & sexualised. often includes long hair on the head, heavy makeup, and boobs where the animals they are supposed to represent usually have none of those, and the males usually don't have any either

Propaganda:

ugh. UGH. can a female not exist without being a sexy sex doll? can a female not be hairy and animalistic like the male counterparts? can a female not have ANY interesting design features/ any design at all except 'sexy'??? CAN A FEMALE ANIMAL LOOK LIKE A FUCKING ANIMAL PLEASE. IF YOU'RE GRANTING THE MALES THAT GRACE WHY NOT EXTEND IT TO THE FEMALES JFC. IS THE ONLY PURPOSE OF A FEMALE CHARACTER OF ANY KIND TO BE SEXY TO THE AUDIENCE??? IS IT????? (also they just always look terrible like c'mon that thing is meant to be attractive somehow? to be visually pleasing to you somehow?? (sorry)

gotta slap a bow and eyelashes on to Girl character design bc god forbid we can't tell the boy and girl bunny/lion/deer apart!!!

Aside from the obvious sleazy aspect, it is also, in my opinion as a working character designer, deeply uninspired and often a symptom of a lack of real consideration going into the designs and/or world-building.

Always Chaotic Evil

A whole race/culture within the setting who are just evil for the sake of being evil.

Propaganda:

Racist as fuck!

From a narrative standpoint, it does limit storytelling and opportunities for character development. On another level, it’s riddled with dodgy implications when played straight (ie certain cultures/races/ethnicities are purely and inherently evil with maybe one or two exceptions and anything the “good races” do to them is justified or just doesn’t matter). Given how frequently speculative fiction (you know, Sci Fi, Fantasy and Horror) is used to mirror or comment on the real world, this gets a lot uglier and more horrifying for too many reasons to go into here. Look, when Dungeons and Dragons are moving away from this sort of thing and even JRR Tolkien (the father of modern fantasy) thought that trope was distasteful and regretted not showing more sympathetic aspects/members of the orcs in the text, it’s safe to say that this is a bad trope.

making an entire fantasy race all pure evil w zero nuance is just...hmmm

[sunnyapollonjabrigidotter]

From *The Sound of Music* musical

This song uses the solfège syllables (Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti, Do) to teach musical notes. Here's a way to praise the gods using that melody:

**"A B C D E F G,

Praise the gods so beautifully,

H I J K L M N,

Sing their glory once again."**

Way to recall it, nice lyrics to the melody 🥰

**"Do, a deer, a female deer,

Re, a drop of golden sun,

Mi, a name I call myself, (thought of Miriam lol)

Fa, a long, long way to run,

Sol, a needle pulling thread,

La, a note to follow Sol,

Ti, a drink with jam and bread,

That will bring us back to Do (oh-oh-oh)."**

✨️✨️✨️ ... ✨️✨️✨️ ... ✨️✨️✨️ ...