#Purple planet anon

[sosaysdean]

How was the episode?

pretty standard

[dipperscavern]

"i need to make cregan a father"

THIS 👫🤰👩‍🍼

cregan is so father. like he's got his shit together. he's a calm man. he's so damn loving. loves his sweet wife and loves his little pups :((

we need to talk abt father cregan as much as possible. unfortunately i need to hear every thought in your soul abt this

- 🔄❄️

REVERSE ELSA ANON MY LOVELY !!! the way you read my tags ur such a silly goose

okay buckle up i’m so ready let’s talk about it. cregan is so father material. he’s secure, loving, attentive, calm, and he has his shit together. he’s an authority figure who’s comfortable leading and is used to taking charge & making decisions. he would make such a good father.

like, i can see you not even planning to have kids soon, but then you meet cregan and it all changes. cause you truly have no worries. you’re safe, you’re secure, you have a husband who looks at you like you hung the moon & the stars themselves… a big warm castle (with a big warm husband), ladies in waiting, and masters at arms to train them when they come of age….. literally every resource you could ever want. and it’s all at your disposal.

and even more, you want to make him a father. want to give him a babe. and he wants it even more (hooray!!!!!)

he’s so attentive and doting throughout the pregnancy :(( patient with your mood swings, holding your hair back when you get sick, not eating food that you suddenly can’t stand to be around (the smell makes you shiver in disgust). he’s there for you when your body changes, there when you just don’t feel good/right, and he’s also there when you do. when you’re all smiles and resting a hand on your growing stomach as you stroll the godswood with him.

is there during the entire birth IDGAF!!!! FIGHT ME!!! COME CATCH FHIS FADE okay what the hell is wrong with me just ok

anyways, he’d fetch the maesters/midwives for you when your water breaks (or send someone else if u wanted him close). he’d be there as you labor, helping out where he could — even if it means letting you squeeze his hand so hard it turns purple (he’s not pulling away). i think he’d start out not in the birth room (as per tradition) but the MOMENT he hears you asking for him he’s coming. on his way before you can even finish your sentence. god help the poor soul that tries to keep him away from u

after the babe (or babes) (he refers to them as the pups) were born he’s not letting you lift a finger postpartum. gets up with you during the middle of the night when they cry. as they get older, carrying them around on his shoulders. teaching them to ride a horse, grooming them for rule, training them with a sword etc. sometimes they act out, but as soon as cregan leaves and lord stark enters the room they’re turning their brain on & straightening RIGHT UP

would stare at them all the time, and stare at you. would be in adoration of you, almost keeling over at the idea that you gave him that. you gave him life and beauty because you love him and you wanted to. he just thinks you guys are the prettiest things to walk this planet.

[nahoney22]

One Night With Royalty***

🫧 Pairing: Prince Rex X Female Reader

word count: 3.5k

prompt:

“Can you be good for me?”

Summary: When the Prince Rex is admired by your beauty, he takes no time in taking you by your hand, offering you a dance and perhaps offering you a little more.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. AU fic. Cinderella Inspired. Explicit Sexual Content and Language, Dirty Talk, Praises, Face Sitting, Oral Sex ie Cunnilingus, Creampie, P in V Sex, Soft!Dom Rex, Female Reader Wearing a Ball Gown (your choice of colour), Reader Flees at Midnight.

Authors Note: I loved this idea anon! Fitting with the theme of Cinderella I’ve also done it that Reader leaves at midnight same as the film for ✨ drama ✨ i hope this is okay and you enjoy 😊

Entering the palace was like stepping into a realm of enchantment. With each stride you took brought forth a spectacle of grandeur that left you breathless. At first, you thought maybe it was the mountain of stairs you just had to climb in heels that had the wind knocked out of you but it was the crystal chandeliers that illuminated the vast expanse of marble floors with a soft, ethereal glow that had you captivated.

The soft hue casted intricate patterns of light that danced in harmony with the melodies of the orchestra; an unfamiliar sound to you. Not only that, but the air was a symphony of laughter and conversation, carrying with it the mingling scents of exotic flowers from an array of different planets.

The sights of Princesses, Noble men, Senators, and Jedi alike moved gracefully, their elaborate gowns and finely tailored suits exuding an air of regal sophistication. Making you feel like you stood out like a sore thumb as you navigated through the ballroom. Holding onto your dress to avoid tripping over yourself, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight of sparkling tiaras and impeccably polished shoes from the guests.

Despite the overwhelming opulence surrounding you, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of your mind - "I so don’t belong here…"

With a twist of fate and defying your disapproving family who didn’t even want you here tonight, a stroke of luck shined your way. But you couldn’t even think about that right now. You just wanted to take this all in.

Though all eyes were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Prince Rex - the main reason for the ball - your focus remained captivated by the beauty of your surroundings; caught in a reverie. It hardly felt real.

Overwhelmed by it all, you sought for a moment of calm in the serenity of the outdoors. The far left door beckoned, leading to a spacious balcony offering a panoramic view of the landscape bathed in the stunning glow of a deep purple sunset.

As you stood there, momentarily lost in the beauty before you, a voice shattered the tranquility, causing you to startle. Turning, your eyes widened in astonishment as the Prince himself stood before you.

The tales of his valour in the Clone Wars had preceded him, his attire matching the hues of his armor - a finely embroidered doublet of blue and white. And the praise regarding his looks was indeed warranted, as he was undeniably handsome. It felt like a crime to even look at him.

"Beautiful, isn’t it?" His voice was soft, his gaze kind as he regarded you.

"Yes, it is," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness as you instinctively dipped into a formal address, feeling suddenly small in his presence.

His smile was warm, his demeanor charming as he took a step closer, one hand casually tucked behind his back. "I hope you don't mind me coming to say hello. I noticed you when you entered and realised you were alone."

You struggled to comprehend how he could have singled you out amidst the bustling crowd, let alone why he would choose to engage with you. "Not at all, Your Majesty," you managed, your words tinged with a mix of surprise and admiration as you offered a quick curtsy.

He chuckles, laughter almost was infectious, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he drew nearer. "The pleasure is mine," he replied, his charm putting you at ease.

Stopping before you, he extended his hand with a gallant gesture. "Will you do me the honor of having the first dance with me?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.

Caught off guard, you stared at his outstretched hand, then back up at him, a mixture of disbelief and elation flickering across your features. "I...I would be honoured," you stammered, finally accepting his offer, your heart racing with excitement as you took his hand.

As the Prince led you back into the ballroom, this time to the dance floor, you couldn't help but notice the hushed gasps and murmurs that followed your entrance. You chew on the inside of your cheek as a sense of unease crept over you, a stark reminder of your perceived insignificance among the sea of nobility and royalty.

Sensing your trepidation, the Prince offered a comforting squeeze of your hand, his reassuring touch momentarily easing your nerves. With a subtle nod, he guided you to the center of the room.

As the orchestra resumed its melody, the Prince's gaze met yours. For a moment, there was a glimmer of something unmistakable flickering in his eyes. There was a hunger there, one that sent a shiver down your spine.

With each step, the Prince's presence enveloped you, his firm yet gentle touch guiding you effortlessly across the ballroom floor. As you stole glances at the onlookers, their reactions ranged from smiles of admiration to expressions of confusion and even disdain. You’re nervous, the weight of their scrutiny threatening to dampen your spirits, but the Prince's reassuring voice cut through the noise.

"Ignore them," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "Look at me."

You tore your gaze away from the judgmental stares, focusing instead on the Prince's intense eyes that seemed to hold a world of secrets. Yet, despite his attempt to shield you from the prying eyes of the crowd, you couldn't shake the gnawing feeling of inadequacy that lingered within you.

"I..." You hesitated, the words catching in your throat as you struggled to articulate the turmoil churning within your mind. "I can't help but feel... out of place."

The Prince's brow furrowed with concern, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly as he sought to understand your inner thoughts. "What are you thinking? If you do not wish to dance just say. I will not take offense," he observed, his voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

You swallowed hard, the weight of your insecurities threatening to overwhelm you. "It's just... I know why this ball is happening. You're seeking a companion, marriage. Someone who is worthy of your stature and position. And yet, here I am, dancing with you, unable to offer anything of value."

Your confession hung heavy in the air, the vulnerability of your words laid bare before him.

“So you are not a Princess or a Senator?” The Prince's unwavering gaze held yours, his question hanging in the air with a weight that made your breath catch in your throat. As more guests joined the dance, their attention momentarily diverted.

Summoning your courage, you met his gaze head-on. "No, Your Majesty, you are not mistaken. I am neither of those things."

For a moment, silence hung between you, the weight of your admission settling over the space like a heavy fog. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckles.

"May I tell you a secret?" His voice was low, conspiratorial almost. Anyway, it was enough to draw you in with its intimacy.

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow, silently urging him to continue. "Of course," you replied, your curiosity piqued.

"I do not wish to marry. Not yet, anyway." His words were like a revelation, catching you off guard and causing your mind to reel with disbelief. "It is simply my duty. I did not want this Ball to take place knowing I had to marry a stranger."

The two of you danced more together, neither of you seeming to want the music to end. But there was something now different in the way he held you.

His touch was possessive, almost afraid that you were going to slip away from him at any point or have another man come and take you from him. His movements deliberate too, each step charged with an unspoken intensity that left you breathless.

The Prince's hold on you was undeniably suggestive, his every movement a tantalising invitation that stirred something primal within you. You felt foolish for getting so heated by him but there was a curious thought in your mind.

“Why have you asked me to dance with you if you’re not looking for something?”

Your question hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty, as you searched the Prince's eyes for answers. His hand, once intertwined with yours, now caressed your cheek with a tenderness that elicited an audible gasp from your lips, your eyes fluttering shut at the unexpected intimacy.

As his fingertips brushed against your skin, a rush of sensations coursed through you, igniting a fire that seemed to burn hotter with each passing moment in the bottom of your stomach. How could a simple touch evoke such a visceral reaction?

"Who says I'm not looking for something?" His words, laced with suggestion, sent a shiver down your spine, your eyes snapping open to meet his gaze once more. You saw the hunger in his eyes, a desire that started to mirror your own.

Heat rose to your cheeks, the feeling of his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "I cannot lie and say that's not flattering," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as his hands trailed across your body with an intimacy that left you stunned.

Leaning in close, his lips mere inches from your ear, he whispered words that sent a jolt of electricity straight between your legs. "Have you ever been with royalty?"

With a sense of excitement, the Prince guided you through hidden corridors and secret passages, away from prying eyes and into the seclusion of his personal chambers. Each step was imbued with anticipation, yet you were eager to see what was to happen.

As he opened the door, granting you entry into his private domain, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you. The tapestries that draped the wall, the size of his bed… all of it. But before you could fully take in your surroundings, the Prince stepped up behind you, his hands finding purchase on your hips, his lips brushing against your ear in a gesture that sent shivers down your spine.

"Do you want to do this?" His voice, soft yet commanding, filled the room with an intoxicating allure that left you breathless.

"Yes, Your Majesty," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your desire evident in every trembling breath.

"In here," he murmured, his hands trailing down your back as he began to slowly, deliberately, undress you. Each touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body that has your knees shaking, “you can call me Rex.”

As the fabric of your dress fell away, leaving you exposed in your corset and undergarments, a flush of heat flooded your cheeks at the Prince's appreciative gaze. "You are beautiful," he whispered against your skin, the warmth of his breath making your head roll back and rest in the crook of his shoulder. His lips found your exposed neck, gently kissing along your skin that makes you whimper under his touch.

Your body tingles with anticipation as Rex then led you to his bed. As he sat down, his gaze roamed over your form with a soft smirk, his eyes locking with yours in a silent exchange of desire.

Bringing your hand to his lips, he kissed over your knuckles softly that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "Can you be good for me?" he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes, Rex,” you replied, your voice husky with longing. “Anything for you.”

"Good girl," he murmured, his words sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you as he quickly undressed you until you were now fully nude, him following suit before he reclined on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. The air crackled with tension as you crawled towards him, your movements deliberate and sensual.

As you drew closer, his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume you both. His lips were warm and delicious, tender and precise whilst his hands roamed over your body with an urgency.

But then, with a subtle command, he guided you into position, his gaze smoldering with desire as he whispered, "I wish for you to sit on my face."

A smile of anticipation spread across your lips, your eyes shining with desire as you straddled his face, feeling the heat of his breath against your skin. With a low moan of pleasure, you lowered yourself onto him, the sensation of his tongue exploring your cunt sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you.

"You taste so fucking good," he moans into your heat, his tongue working wonders as it explores every inch of your dripping arousal. Gripping your thighs firmly, he holds you in place, his determination evident in the fervour of his actions.

His hand roams upwards, teasing your sensitive skin until it finds purchase on your breast, kneading and pinching your hardened nipples. “R-Rex,” you whine beautifully, gazing down at him between your legs, his brown eyes staring back at you with desire as he sticks his tongue deep in your hole; the noises lewd, sloppy and messy

Feeling bold, you begin to move your hips, grinding against his face with increasing urgency. "That's it, ride my tongue," he encourages, praises, his words muffled by your slicked cunt that sends vibrations through your core.

You're on the brink of ecstasy after a few minutes, your body trembling. "I'm gonna cum, Rex," you moan, your fingers brushing against his buzzed-blonde hair as he pushes you closer to the edge with his expert ministrations.

"Go ahead, cum for me," he demands, his grip tightening as he doubles his efforts, pushing you over the edge into a euphoric release. With a satisfied groan, he laps up your essence, savouring the taste of your pleasure.

As you catch your breath, he guides you onto his lap, his solid cock pressing against you. "Are you ready for more?" he asks, his lips brushing against yours, his desire evident in the hunger of his kiss. “You’ve got such a beautiful pussy… I just need to bury myself inside you.”

Your mind is reeling from the intense pleasure coursing through your veins as Rex's lips devour yours, leaving you yearning for more. “Yes, yes fuck me please!”

He grins against your lips and flips you over, positioning himself above you, anticipation coils in the pit of your stomach. His cock presses against your slick folds, the size both intimidating and exhilarating. "You're so big, Your Majesty," you purr in desire.

"I told you," he replies softly, his breath hot against your skin as he begins to ease himself inside you, eliciting a hearty groan of satisfaction. "Call me Rex."

With each inch of his length filling you, a symphony of pleasure floods your senses, driving you to new heights of ecstasy. His hands grip the sheets beside you, his movements deliberate and controlled as he savours the sensation of being buried deep within you.

"Stars, you're tight," he murmurs. "It's been so long for me..."

You offer no words of reassurance, only the soft sounds of your moans and the tightening of your legs around him, urging him to delve deeper into each moan you make.

His pace starts slow but then quickens quickens, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "You've got such a lovely cunt," he coos, his eyes locked on the intimate union between your bodies, his cock glistening with your slick arousal. "You feel so good."

"M-More, I need more, Rex," you whimper, your body arching against his, desperate for the relentless rhythm of his thrusts.

With a deep grunt, he obliges, his movements becoming more urgent and rough as he plunges into you with unrestrained passion. "Beautiful," he praises, his voice thick with desire as he loses himself, gazing into your brown eyes.

The room fills with the sounds of passion, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and lust. Your body is ablaze with desire, every nerve ending ignited by the intoxicating pleasure of Rex's touch. With each thrust, he elicits a chorus of moans and gasps from your lips, driving you to the brink of madness.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, his voice a husky whisper against your skin as he buries himself deeper inside you, face buried in the crook of your neck as he practically folds you in half. "So tight and wet for me, just begging to be fucked."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, the sheer intensity of his desire sending shivers down your spine. "Yes, Rex, please," you whimper, your voice a desperate plea for more of him, more of the overwhelming pleasure he brings.

He responds with a sigh, his movements growing more urgent and desperate as he seeks to fill the hunger that consumes you both. "You're driving me crazy," he confesses, his voice raw with need as he loses himself.

You want more. You need more. "Harder, Rex," you beg, your nails digging into his skin as you urge him to push you further, to take you to the edge again.

With a fierce determination, he complies, his thrusts becoming one again rougher and more intense as he drives you towards the pinnacle of release. "You're so fucking beautiful," he growls, kissing your neck before resting his forehead to yours, locking gazes. “You look so cock-hungry.”

It was sudden, your orgasm hitting you like blaster-fire. With a shared cry of release, you surrender to the overwhelming tide of pleasure, your walls contracting on his cock.

You screamed his name, grasping at his body desperately as he gives strained grunt before he spilled deep inside you. He holds you tight, still slowly thrusting in and out, and you kept clawing at his back, murmuring incoherently.

Rex soon stops, staying inside you as you just laid there together, catching your breaths. “You are wonderful.” He murmurs, kissing your lips softly.

You smile lazily, your legs still twitching as you slowly come down from your high, gasping quietly as his softening cock slips out of you.

“May I draw you a bath?” As Rex offers to run you a bath, he covers you with a part of his duvet and you can’t help but feel touched by his consideration for your comfort, and a blush warms your cheeks at his respect for your dignity.

"I feel like I should be asking you," you chuckle softly, meeting his gaze. "After all, you are the Prince. But I'd like that, if you don't mind?"

"I would not have offered otherwise," he assures you, placing a tender kiss on your cheek before retreating into the refresher, the sound of running water filling the silence.

Alone in his room, you allow yourself a moment to reflect on the whirlwind of events that led you here. You had only wanted to have a bit of fun tonight, sneaking into the Ball without your family's knowledge and experiencing just splendor, only to catch the eye of the Prince himself. And what followed was beyond your wildest dreams. He had been kind, sweet, and utterly captivating.

But reality soon creeps back in, reminding you of the inevitable constraints of his royal obligations.

With a heavy sigh, your gaze lingered on a clock and your eyes widened as realisation hit. Time is slipping away and you must leave—fast.

Hastily, you gather your clothes, struggling to dress yourself. The intricate laces of your dress prove to be a challenge, and frustration mounts as the seconds tick by.

The sound of your hurried movements catches Rex's attention, and he emerges from the refresher, a quizzical expression on his face. "Is everything alright?"

"I..." you falter, meeting his gaze, the softness and confusion in his eyes tugging at your heartstrings. He looks almost like a wounded creature, not wanting to see you go. "I have to leave. But I've had the most magical night, Your Majesty."

As you turn to leave, a pang of regret grips you tightly. "Wait! I... I don't even know your name," Rex calls out, his voice laced with a hint of shame at his oversight, mentally cursing at himself for never asking. Supposedly it was because he felt like he did know you.

But time is against you, and you have no choice but to flee his chambers, leaving his question unanswered. With an apologetic glance over your shoulder, you bolt from the room, your heart pounding in your chest as you navigate the labyrinth passageways of the palace, praying you remembered the way he led you in.

Meanwhile, Rex scrambles to dress himself, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He curses his own foolishness for not asking your name sooner, knowing that now, you're gone, slipping through his fingers like sand.

As he races down the stairs of the palace, clothes askew and heart pounding, he scans the darkness of the night, searching for any trace of you.

All he has now are the memories of your eyes, the warmth of your touch, and the lingering scent of your lips to remind him of the moment you shared.

But Rex is determined. He will find you again, no matter the cost.

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[jiejies-corner-store]

THE AVENTURINE FIC 😭😭 OH GOSH IM CRYING 😭😭

i’m so sorry, anon! here this should make it up 😭😭 the devil knows you're dead

pairing. aventurine x reader

tags/tw: fem!reader, references to a complicated childbirth, mother!reader, father!aventurine, spoilers to aventurine's real name, spoilers in reference to 2.1 trailblaze questline, aventurine’s nihilism and depression, references to death, hurt/comfort, ooc aventurine probably, i make shit up at the end because i want a happy ending—bite me.

sfw

a/n: ouchie. i finished 2.1 and it hurt. it hurt a lot. the ost for the “all the sad tales” is genuinely so beautiful. the trumpet just feels so melancholy yet hopeful it just goes so perfectly with aventurine’s story. but i need something that feels good now. ABSOLUTELY NOT PROOF-READ pt. 1

“As long as you are alive, the blood of the Avgin will never run dry.”

It was cold. Cold and warm. Almost feverish feeling. The type of feeling you’d get when you were freezing but your skin was hot to the touch. There was this frustrating beeping noise somewhere off in the distance that you just couldn’t tune out, finally you opened your eyes to see a sea of darkness, and seemingly at an unreachable horizon, a large circle of white light that looked like a gate.

“You’re not dead, if that’s what you’re wondering,” a voice came from beside you. How you didn’t realize there was a whole person standing next to you, you had no clue.

“Well, that’s not originally what I was going for, but now I’m a bit worried I might be,” you laughed, nervous, but curious all the same. This… person you couldn’t quite make out an exact face, or even a body for that matter, but ther was this distinct feeling that it was in fact a person. Like your instinct knew, but your brain couldn’t quite fill in the details.

“This is a place beyond mortal comprehension, if I tried to explain it to you, you would only be more confused. Walk with me,” the entity said, and without even willing your body to do so, you followed. Ripples emanated from each step as you followed and soon the inky void around you melted into an unfamiliar planet.

The sky was a deep purple, streaked with red that looked like lighting that crackled along the sky. Instead of the fluid, black ground, sand now shifted as you moved foward. Inside a small hut made of rock, you saw a woman cradling a swaddled child.

“Such a lucky child, such a blessed child… Just like your name. A gift from THEM to Avgin… my boy…”

You turned to the figure beside you and hesitantly asked, “Where are we?”

“A land of rock, but not water, lightning, but not rain, blood, but not tears,” the entity responded cryptically, which only caused a crease in your brow. You went closer to the mother in the hut and sat next to her. She whispered a blessing onto her child, but none of the words made sense to your ears. Similar to the entity, it’s like your brain scrambled them from your understanding.

The mother cried. You tried to wrap your arms around her to comfort her but only phased through her like a ghost. The baby too began to cry.

Then, the scene changed again, suddenly it was a cell with iron bars. A blond young man sat next to you. The blond’s gaze was downturned, but you could recognize that voice anywhere.

“—Thirty tanba… that’s all my life is worth.”

“That’s not…” you said, but realized it was all in vain. You tried again to take Kakavasha’s hands into your own. You wantd to take the cuffs off his wrists and cradle where the skin was rubbed raw.

“It's all or nothing…”

“Kakav—agh!”

Your future never existed You█ future never existed You█ future ne█er existed You█ fut███ ne█er existed You█ fut███ ne█er ████ted You█ fut███ █e█er ████ted Yo██ ██████ █e█er ████ted

Your mind felt clouded, a searing headache, followed by an inability to even pin down a coherent thought. The scene shifted once more.

“What’s going on!” you shouted at the figure that stood only silently next to you, crippled on the ground, clutching at your head, fingers pressing in to try to find the spot that would alleviate this awful pressure.

When your senses were no longer blinded by pain, you were back to that inky void you started in, but this time you weren’t alone. Not far away, maybe twenty feet or so, was your Kakavasha, and a woman you didn’t recognize.

“Why are we born into this world if it's just to die?”

You stumbled to your feet to try to run to him, but with each step closer he only got further away. He walked towards that gate of light. In your head, you heart was pounding faster and faster. You failed to catch up to him. He only got further and further away until he disappeared like fireflies dispersing into the night, “Kakavasha! No—!”

Utterly devastated, you sunk back onto your knees. You didn’t know why but you had this distinct feeling of loss. Tears rolled from your eyes freely. He… he wasn’t gone surely? The entity’s presence reappeared next to you.

“Why did you show me all of this,” you asked, not sure if you actually wanted an answer.

“Because you need to go back,” the entity answered and your jaw locked, gritting your teeth so hard they hurt.

You screamed into the void, “You’re the one who brought me here!”

“I never call anyone to me… you mortals believe that it is US that determine when your time to go is… but in truth it is your own doing, whether it is your body or your mind that gives up first,” the entity said, “It is only the strength of your will that will allow you to continue down your destined path… but many give up on that path and someone else must be chosen.”

“What does this have to do with me,” you snapped. “Why are you meddling in my life? What does Kakavasha have to do with this?”

“Kakavasha still has a long road ahead of him. I have supplemented his journey all his life. It was only recently he was able to live on his own will,” said the entity ”Your body is giving up. I do not have the power anymore to keep him alive. That lies with you.”

Your surroundings melted again. You were in a hospital room and on the bed was you. Eyes closed and steadily breathing, but your heartbeat was weak. The annoying beeping from before was louder and more prominent.

“You wanted to help him. During his past, you reached out each time. There is nothing you can do about that now, but the future and the present… you still have a choice.”

Laying a hand on your unmoving body, there was a slight resistance, but with just a bit more pressure you felt as if you could phase through it entirely.

“What do I need to do,” you asked the entity.

“Live.”

You furrowed your brow at that. Of course you wanted to live… right? The entity gestured for your hand, you obliged. Against your palm was an oddly soft feeling. Warm. Like a mother’s touch against your’s. Your palms pressed together, the entity spoke,

“May the goddess Gaiathra close HER eyes three times… Keep your blood eternally pulsing… Let your journey be forever peaceful… …and your schemes forever concealed."

You lifted your head and your “body” began to disappear similar to how Kakavasha disappeared. Just before you disappeared into sparks of golden light, you had the sense about you to ask:

“Who are you?” you felt like you were shouting, but your voice was quiet.

“You could call me Fenge Biyos.”

You opened your eyes with a deep gasp for air. Your surroundings were blurry, and you rubbed at your eyes, only to realize Kakavasha was up, standing next to your hospital bed with an anxious expression, hands already grasping the one that was wiping crust from your eyes.

“You’re awake,” he choked out, holding you as if you would break, “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry for everything. I’m sorry I did this to you that I—”

“Kakavasha, slow down, what… why are you—no, don’t be sorry,” you finally found your words, sitting foward on the bed to wrap your arms around him. You racked your brain, trying to figure out what was going on. Your mind was still foggy, but finally that haze disappated and you remembered everything leading up to now.

“Kakavasha~” you hummed in a song-like tone, a small wrapped box with a blue and purple bow tied around it. You skipped over to his desk and wrapped your arms around his shoulders where he sat, and placed the gift in front of him, laying your head on his shoulder as your arms tightly hugged him. “I have a surprise.”

He smiled with a small laugh, “Doesn’t this usually work the other way around?” He pecked a kiss onto your check before pulling the bow off and opening the lid of the box, when he froze.

The smile on your face faltered bit when he didn’t say anything after a bit. The corners of it tightened into a more forced position, “Kakavasha? You’re gonna be a papa…”

The joy in his face from earlier had completely vanished. Only replaced by a stony, cold, poker face. He pushed his chair back and you stumbled into the wall behind. He gave you a tight smile and kissed your forehead before heading for the door and grabbing his hat. “I’ll be back later.”

With that, the door slammed shut behind him, leaving you at a loss as you fell into his chair, feeling suddenly so very empty in this large office alone.

He came back after that, apologetic for leaving you, but nothing felt truly right. He continued to reassure you that he did want to have this child, but it was a strenous time. The entire pregnancy was stressful. The doctors warned you that the level of stress you were under put you at risk for a premature birth, but you brushed them off. It was just the hormones, you were sure. Kakavasha still loved you. The ring on your finger should’ve been proof enough of that.

“How about the name Ilyas?” you suggested, laying your head on Kakavasha’s lap, “I was… looking at some databases about Avgin names and I thought that one was nice. What do you think?”

Aventurine hummed, but his mind seemed elsewhere. You let it go.

The next few months continued on in similar fashion.

But it all came to a head.

The two of you were standing in the kitchen. It had started off small. The hormones and the stress were getting to you. It was an off hand comment about him not fixing dinner, and you were tired and hungry from carrying around his child.

From there it had escalated. It turned into you were tired of feeling like you were walking on eggshells when you talked about the pregnancy. About how he was barely around for the appointments, and when he was he seemd emotionally distant… finally he exploded

“I never asked for this!” he shouted. “When did I ever say I wanted to be a father? Did you even ask me? Did you think about what I felt about this whole thing at all?”

You paused, feeling tears well up in your throat as a white-hot fear flashed through your body. You laughed, a hollow sound, “I’m sorry, Aventurine, I thought it took two people to make a baby? And you certainly made no attempt to use protection.”

He didn’t have anything to say about that. Even though the argument seemed over, you felt a nauseous feeling crawling up in your throat. Your tears felt like acid burning through your skin. Then a pain in your stomach. Your knees gave out and the last thing you remember was the scared expression on Kakavasha’s face before it all went dark.

“I was scared…. I was so scared that bringing another Avgin into this world would only bring misfortune onto you… that Gaiathra Triclops would take you from our child, just like my mother was taken from me,” he openly cried into your shoulder. “I took it out on you. I made something that should’ve been a beautiful experience something that was awful, and I understand… if you never forgive me for that but please…. please don’t leave.”

Now you were crying with him, one hand tangled in his blond locks and the other rubbing his back. Quietly, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it, he whispered, “I can’t lose you too.”

You thought for a long time. In front of you wasn’t one of the Ten Stonehearts of the IPC. Not a calculating or cunning man, who’s only interest was in things that benefited the IPC’s bank accounts. In front of you was a broken man, who’d had everything stripped away from him when he was only a child. Who was shattered and forced to put his life back together with nothing but fear and anxiety as glue.

Did it excuse what he'd broken?

No.

“I’m here… I won’t leave Kakavasha,”

But maybe with time and effort, you could help re-glue each other with something a little more beautiful.

“Ilyas! Don’t run so far!” you called after a small blond haired child who was already ahead of you by a longshot, you turned exasperatedly to your husband, “Honey, can you go after him please? I don’t want him to get trampled by some idiot who’s not paying attention…”

The man only smiled at you, one hand firmly wrapped around your ever expanding waist, “It’s okay. There’s some of my squad that’s following him incognito. He won’t get out of our sights without them dragging him back. We can let him get his energy out. He’ll be cooped up in a hospital soon.”

You huffed conceded. Already tired from just getting through the theme park’s entrance. You were due in about two weeks, but Kakavasha was insistent that a week before you’d be under hospital supervision until you brought your second child into the world. It had taken about five years before the two of you had healed enough and there were roadbumps along the way… but you were both ready to give Ilyas a little sister.

But for now, the two of you wanted to let Ilyas have one more day as an only child. The reconstructed Penacony was nothing like the Dreamscape of the past. Fear and secrets no longer were trapped in the gilded cage of the former prison planet. With the help of the IPC and the Harmony, New Penacony was entirely real. No more dreams, just reality. They’d kept many of their old franchises and built a true theme park.

“Mama!! Picture! Let’s get a picture here before we go in!” Ilyas screeched, pointing at Clockie statue in front of the Clock Studios main attraction. You set a hand on Kakavasha’s arm, glancing up at him to try to get a read on what he was feeling. He’d let you in on the parts of his past that he’d kept a secret. The scheme behind Penacony, his proposed “death” and his encounter with his Past and Future.

He took a breathe and looked back down at you, giving you a smile that said “I’m okay” and relief flooded your bones. After walking you over in front of the camera, he crouched down and scooped Ilyas into his arms.

“Ready?” the cameraman asked and you nodded. After a brief countdown the camera flashed, and for a moment in that bright light, you saw the hopeful future that lied ahead.

[theanimeroom]

Ness would only agree to NNN if Kaiser told him to...but what if you ask him to take care of your needs?✨

another anon: Ness would fold the fastest during NNN, change my mind...

okay bc if kaiser told me to do nnn i’m not asking questions either 🫡

NSFW UNDER THE CUT | MINORS DNI

NOVEMBER 13TH, 2023 — 8:43PM

NNN CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

alexis ness is a sweetheart. was he a bit of a pushover when it came to certain people (michael kaiser)? maybe. but he was a sweetheart nonetheless. he was good at devoting his time and efforts to the people around him, and lending them aid whenever needed.

it had become a part of who he was, something irreversible.

it never seemed to cause him any problems before, it actually helped when it came to furthering his career and relationships, especially his relationship with you. you loved how doting he was, and how he would always take care of you without you having to ask. he was attentive, more attentive than most and it always left you with a twinkle of admiration in your eyes whenever you looked at him.

the only person who could ever hold a candle to michael kaiser in ness’ world was you, and the entire universe knew it. he would do anything if it meant making you happy, and depending on the situation, that would go for kaiser as well.

kaiser’s girlfriend had convinced him to do no nut november, only because it seemed “fun” and the sex would be “so much better” when the time came. also being a simp for his favorite person on the planet, he agreed immediately. he wasn’t going to be the only one suffering though, so he immediately contacted ness and told him that he was to remain abstinent until further notice.

of course, the male agreed without complaint.

ness loved you more than anything, and that included the way you felt wrapped around his cock whenever he got a little needy, but he thought that he could manage a month without touching you if it meant abiding by michael kaiser’s wishes.

you, on the other hand, didn’t give a rat's ass about the challenge. it was silly when you really thought about it, and although ness had his loyalties to kaiser, the same didn’t go for you.

“nessieee,” you sang to your boyfriend as you found him in the living room, leaning back into his favorite recliner. a small hum came from him as you climbed into his lap, arms wrapping around your waist to secure you in your favorite spot. he didn’t take his eyes off the television in front of you both but leaned over to press a sweet kiss against your temple.

you smiled as your heart warmed, but that’s not the type of action you were looking for.

you carded your hands through his hair, eyeing the side of his face as you settled into his lap a little more. you pressed the side of your body against him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

a light kiss under his jaw finally caught his attention, his gaze flitting toward you for a brief second before pulling you firmly to him. you giggled as he tried to limit your movements, your body wriggling as you burrowed your way deeper into his neck. another small kiss to his jaw followed by a soft bite and you were cooing at him again. “nessieeeeeee.”

usually, the man would have had you folded into a mating press by now, retaliating against you by littering your neck with purple splotches. you admired his tenacity as a smile crept onto the corner of his mouth, a wandering hand stroking the plushy flesh under your thigh. finally daring to look at you, your blown pupils and mischievous smile made ness’ dick harden instantly.

the growth didn’t go unnoticed by you, feeling it pressing against your leg but not reacting to it. he looked between each of your hungry eyes before caressing the skin on your hip that exposed itself to him.

“yes, baby?” his voice felt like silk as it entered your ears, the pet name nearly forcing your eyes into the back of your skull. this man was so unnecessarily hot for absolutely no reason at all, and the worst part? he had no clue just how sexy you thought he was.

his hands on your body only made your tummy stir more, a relieved sigh escaping you at the feeling. it had been almost two weeks, you’d never gone that long without ness’ cock either in your pussy or in your mouth, and for 13 days, you’d had neither. it was almost disgusting to you, and you were quite over it, to say the least. “want you to fuck me,” the words left you without a hint of remorse, hands grabbing onto your boyfriend as you pouted at him.

ness chuckled quietly, smiling softly as he pressed a small kiss to your lips. he pulled away before you could deepen it, a teasing smirk proving that he’d done it on purpose. “you know i can’t do that baby, i have orders,” his words made your eyes roll, you weren’t worried about kaiser or that stupid challenge.

“and i don’t care,” you flatlined before licking a stripe from his jaw to the lobe of his ear, biting down on the lobe. ness couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine, a huff leaving him as he understood just how down bad you were. he didn’t try to stop you, squeezing both your thigh and your hip simultaneously. “fuck me, ness.”

the male couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his sweatpants at the way those words slid from your tongue. he was growing weary, resolve crumbling in mere seconds as your darkened eyes probed him. you were always going to be his biggest weak point, that was for sure, which meant that in the end, you would luck out in the battle of willpower between you and your silly boyfriend.

and with a quick text from ness’ phone (which you happily typed), the man was given permission (surprisingly) to fuck you senseless.

“yes! fuck me right there,” your eyebrows curled into one as you looked up at ness, streaks of sweat sliding down his face as he fucked you into oblivion. after abstaining for almost two weeks you were more than a bit sensitive, your loud obscenities and moans bouncing off the four walls of your living room. there were words and sounds spilling from you that he’d never heard from you before, his shock being masked by the arousal controlling his senses.

both of your hands were holding onto your legs, pulling them back against your chest as you remained seated in the soft. recliner your back was more than supported by the plush and weight of the chair, even sustaining the weight of ness’ knee as he used it for leverage to fuck you into the cushion.

your hands wrapped themselves around the heels of your feet, spreading your legs as far as your body would allow. your mouth was dropped into a wide 'O' shape, only closing when ness shoved two fingers inside the hole, effectively silencing your ear-piercing cries.

ness’ eyes never left your body from the moment you started, watching in an almost disturbed type of interest as you twitched and moaned at the smallest of movements from him. you were heaving under him, eyes nearly shutting when his thrusts slowed for a moment.

“if i knew you’d be this nasty i would’ve made you wait for it a long time ago,” he sighed, and you could’ve slapped the shit out of him when you heard those words leave his mouth.

shaking your head immediately you grabbed the nape of his neck, forcing him to become level with you. “don’t you fucking dare.”

what resembled a giggle slipped past his lips at your reaction. perhaps he’d gotten you hooked on him (his dick), yet he had no complaints about that. he was still pushing into you although his hips had become flushed with yours long ago, the pressure nearly sending you into an orgasm right then and there. ness didn’t miss the way your eyes crossed for just a moment, the sight leaving his cock throbbing inside of you.

with a grunt, he was perching his forehead against yours. he’d nearly forgotten about the conversation you were just having as the tension in his stomach started to become unbearable, labored breaths and sloppy body rolls taking over his once frantic pounding. you barely had time to react when he pressed his lips to yours, a soft moan coming from the both of you as he pulled away too look you in your eyes.

“i’m gonna come inside of you now, okay?”

bonus:

[7:34pm] alexis ness: hey, can nessie lose this challenge already? i'm getting blue balls over here <3

sincerely, (y/n)

[7:50pm] michael kaiser: no.

[7:53pm] alexis ness: pretty pleaseeeee? he'll even give you foot massages for a week!!!

[7:55pm] michael kaiser: ...deal.

clearly, ness was not very happy when he checked his phone the next day.

don’t plagiarize, it’s not nice <3

©️ theanimeroom

[stellar-skyy]

hihi! an iced english breakfast tea with father figure blade?

“iced english breakfast tea here, for... ah, who was it? Oh, of course! Blade!”

☆ — if you're craving a drink, make sure to stop by the teashop!

i. SUMMARY: While on a trip, you receive a letter from a certain Stellaron Hunter. ii. CWS & NOTES: no warnings applicable. PLATONIC blade & gn!reader, brief silver wolf & reader, kafka & reader. father figure!blade. found family fluff. 0.5k words. iii. A/N: hi anon! this request was actually much further in the queue, but i finished it quickly so i thought i might as well post it now.

The letter is penned on bright white paper, covered in small creases that have been smoothed out. The writing on it is small, with some parts crossed out and rewritten, filling the entire page. In the corner is a small series of doodles in purple ink, crude drawings of the three Stellaron Hunters and you. The envelope is beside it with the wax seal broken, smelling faintly of spider lilies.

Inside, it reads:

[Name],

I hope this letter reaches you well, if it reaches you in the first place. I must admit I am skeptical of the effectiveness of the intergalactic postal system, but it isn’t as if there is another way to contact you, aside from tossing the letter into outer space and hoping it finds its way to the planet you are currently on.

I think this is the longest it’s been without seeing you since you were young. It is much too quiet without you around; Silver Wolf has attempted to fill the silence, but I hardly understand what she is talking about half of the time and I do not care to ask. When you return, you will have to inform me what ‘dps’ and ‘maxed out’ means, because I know asking her now will only give me a long-winded spiel about those video games she is obsessed with.

Despite you being gone several weeks now, it’s still been difficult to adjust to having one fewer member of the group. I have been turning the corner, expecting you to be there waiting for me, but I am constantly finding myself alone. Kafka tells me it’s the mother hen instincts, but she doesn’t know what she is talking about.

Silver Wolf has been asking about you non-stop, telling me she wants her Player Two back. She made me play with her for a bit, but according to her, I’m so terrible at the games that it isn’t even fun to beat me. I’m not sure what she means, she beats you all the time anyway, but when I told her that she just rolled her eyes.

Kafka misses you too, though she’s at least got enough emotional maturity to admit that out loud instead of sulking. When she found out I was writing this letter, she made me promise to tell you she can’t wait to see you again, and you’d better be taking care of yourself. I think she feels the same as I do, even as she teases me for it. Things just aren’t the same with one less person.

I know you’re wondering about me, but I’ll keep it short—I’m fine. My condition is no better than you last saw me, but it is no worse either. You don’t have to worry, and I mean that with honesty.

I trust you are using this well-deserved break to its fullest, taking in the sights and not causing any excess trouble. Elio doesn’t allow vacations very often—it’s a wonder he approved this one, with all the missions he’s sent us on lately—so make sure you take advantage of it. If you are in a tough situation, you only need to remember what Kafka and I have taught you: hit them fast and hard, and don’t leave any witnesses.

Be safe. I’ll see you soon.

Blade

reblogs and comments are appreciated! ♡

[specialagentlokitty]

Jack Harkness x reader - forever

Heyy!! Was wondering of you could write a vampire!reader x Jack Harkness?? Both are obviously immortal, etc?? Just something cutesy! X - Anon 💜

It had just been a coincidence that you met the flirty time traveller.

Because of your nature and what you were when humanity had managed to develop the technology to explore space they shipped you off to an isolated planet with no way to return.

You weren’t really sure how long you lived there for, but it was peaceful, a beautiful planet which at least had some wildlife on that you could feed off.

The only catch was you were the only creature there able to talk, communicate with yourself, and life had eventually grown lonely.

Though despite the loneliness you grew used to being on your own, you were content, not quite happy, but content, and that counted for something in a way.

You would sleep when it was too hot outside, hunt once or twice a month, but mostly you just created things.

All sorts.

Wooden carvings from the beautiful blue and purple trees, leaned how to create tools and chisel stone into beautiful statues, create artwork that could be compared to the universes beauty.

You had all the time in the universe, literally.

After having spent so much time on your own when there was a new scent on your planet you noticed immediately, the small draft sending the familiar of scent of a human your way.

Though there was a hint of something else, something that wasn’t quite fully human in this person.

From the shadows, hidden away you watched him, studying him.

He seemed human enough from what you could remember them looking like, but his scent just wasn’t quite right.

Though humans did have slightly different scents there was something about his that didn’t sit within the normal range.

For a while you just watched him look around, following him as he stumbled across some of the things you had created, he seemed captivated and curious.

He was mumbling to himself about this planet being abandoned and empty, trying to figure out how his teleporter had landed him here and that he wasn’t picking up any life sighed aside from the animals that lived here.

You were curious and in two minds about what to do.

On one hand you could feed on him, get the best meal you’ve hand in probably centuries.

On the other you could keep watching him, maybe introduce yourself, it had been a while since you’d actually had a conversation with someone, and you missed that.

After a short while just followed him you decided to reveal yourself to him, and if things went down hill then you’d turn him into your next meal.

While the man was stood studying one of your creations you silently padded out of the shadows and stood next to him.

You could see his gaze flick to you slightly startled before he looked fully at you.

He studied you for a moment before a flirty grin appeared on his face.

“Well hello.” He grinned holding out his hand, “Captain Jack Harkness at your service.”

You studied him for a moment before placing your hand in his.

“(Y/N).”

Jack grind a little more, bringing your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“What’s a beautiful being like you doing on an isolated planet like this?” He asks.

You didn’t reply, but from the little spark in his eye something told you he recognised your name, or maybe he had heard myths about you, assuming he’d been to the right time frame.

The creature that is doomed to be alone forever.

Jack grins a little more at you.

“I know about you.” He states.

“What do you know?”

He grins a little more stepping to stand beside you to look at one of the statues you had made.

“I know you were the only one of your kind, nobody knows how you came to be, that you lived a wonderful life when you were still human.”

You glanced at Jack, noticing his smile was gone, his face now resembling a sort of sad look.

“I also know you were forced to leave your home, sent to live here until the end of the universe by yourself with nobody to keep you company.”

You looked back to the statue.

“Such is the life as a monster like me.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

Jack turned to face you, stepping in front of you.

“You’re not a monster, not from what I’ve heard, and looking at you now you certainly don’t seem like one to me.”

Jack held out a small device.

“It’s my teleporter, it broke when I accidentally landed here. You seem like maybe you’ll have the stuff to fix it?”

Carefully taking the little device you study it for a moment, turning it around in your hands, looking at every aspect of it that you could see.

Some parts were visibly damaged, but you did have scrap metal laying around that sometimes crashed into the surface of your planet.

“I think I may have the right things.”

Jack grinned brightly.

“Perfect! I don’t suppose you’d mind helping out a handsome captain?” He asked.

This made you crack a small smile, the first smile in centuries.

“I suppose I have time in my rather busy schedule.”

Jack laughed as he followed behind you to your cabin.

He admired how beautiful it was, the dedication you had put into your home, your craft.

For a week or two he stayed with you, you two talked while you slowly worked at helping fix the device, while you took breaks your showed him around, or showed him your creations.

Jack was amazed about everything you did, such skill and beauty.

Eventually you had managed to fix his device and handed it over for him.

He put it back on his wrist and looked at you, holding his hand out.

“Come with me.”

This confused you slightly.

Jack saw your confusion and walked over to you, taking your hand into his, holding it gently.

“Come with me, you’ll never have to be alone again I promise, we’ll be together, you’ll never be stuck here again, and you’ll never have to be alone again.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, looking around the planet you had called home for so long before you smile softly and nodded your head.

“Okay…”

Jack grinned brightly, holding you hand in his as he got the device ready to leave the planet.

Forever, that’s how long you two were going to travel together, two immortals

[starscatteredsky]

H i! ! ! I w a s w o n d e r i n g i f y o u h a d a n y t i p s f o r o n e o f m y k i n s .

I ‘ m j u s t l o o k i n g f o r s o m e t i p s a n d h e l p f o r m y s p a c e k i n . I ‘ m j u s t a g e n e r a l s p a c e k i n , a k a a s p a c e e m b o d i m e n t . A n y h e l p w o u l d b e g r e a t !

- Y o u r l o c a l s p a c e a n o n

[Translation:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you had any tips for one of my kins.

I’m just looking for some tips and help for my spacekin. I’m just a general spacekin, aka space embodiment. Any help would be great!

-Your local space anon]

tips for space!

pt: tips for space! end pt

get those glow in the dark plastic stars and put them everywhere! ceiling, door, walls, bed frame, dresser/desk/closet, whatever type of surfaces you can stick them to!

wear lots of black, lots of deep blues and purples etc, with tonnes of white or silver jewellery!

glitter!! wear lots of glittery things!

get plastic planets to hang from your ceiling!

do space inspired makeup! glitters, deep tones, galaxies, cool star freckles, etc!

keep up to date with what we're learning about space! cool news is always coming out!

put lots of candles around your living space, so when you turn the lights off, your living space is full of stars!

go stargazing!!

get an app that alerts you when interesting celestial events are occurring!

hope these help!! -👾

[ID in alt!]

[fairlylocalkatiee]

Requesting Josh smut!! Do whatever you’d like with it lol but I’d love something kinky lol

Thankyou for the request anon! I hope you enjoy 🙈

Voyeur (Stepbrother!Josh Dun X Reader)

Word count: 2800+

Warnings: I think the title says it all, this is pure filth. Proceed at your own risk 😮‍💨

Scrolling through instagram you let your eyes linger on a video of your step brother Josh lifting weights at the gym. He was showing off of course, flexing for the camera shirtless and his skin dripping with sweat. You silently cursed your mother for falling in love with the most gorgeous man on the planet's father. 

His biceps were covered in tattoos you couldn’t stop looking at. Blushing at the memory of how badly you stumbled over your words when your parents first introduced you. The cocky smirk on his lips as he ruffled your hair like a kid. You felt a familiar heat pool in your belly as you scrolled through more photos on his page, drumming shirtless and looking like an Adonis. 

It was so wrong but you couldn’t help the tingle between your thighs. Getting up from the bed you peeked through the blinds, no cars in the driveway so you knew you were home alone. 

Reaching in your nightstand you pulled out your favorite toy, a small purple vibrator and brought it to bed with you. Slipping off your shorts and panties so you could enjoy your self love session. 

You flopped against your bed not bothering to hide under the blankets like you normally did, and spread out your legs. 

Your mind easily wandered back to the photos of Josh, as your hand slowly traced over your skin as your hand found its destination in between your legs. Pressing lightly on the bundle of nerves you felt yourself getting wetter, imagining it was Josh’s hand and not your own. You screwed your eyes shut as you worked yourself up, feeling the slickness grow before you clicked on your vibrator.

“Fuck… Josh..” you couldn’t help but say as you touched yourself, pressing the tip of the vibe on your clit and making your hips buck in response. You knew it was wrong but what’s the harm in fantasy? 

Your phone fell to your side as you fully immersed yourself in your mind, dreaming of the way Josh’s big hands would feel on you. Coaxing your orgasm with practiced fingers. 

“Josh… please” you moaned again, pressing the vibrater harder against your needy pussy. 

You hadn’t realized a figure had appeared in your doorway, watching with intrigue as you moaned out his name while touching yourself. 

You felt the coil inside of you wind up as you laid there, blissfully unaware you were not alone as you bought yourself closer and closer to that orgasm you desperately wanted. 

“Need some help with that? I heard you calling my name.” The familiar voice of your step brother, the exact man who you’d been picturing this entire time filled the room, making your eyes shoot open and you drop the vibrator immediately scrambling to try and cover yourself but of course you were laying on top of the blankets. 

“J-Josh! What are you doing here, I thought no one was home!” you looked up at him in mortification, trying to cover your naked lower half up with a pillow. He was still shirtless from the gym, just a pair of brown sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. You tried not to make eye contact with anything lower. 

“So this is what you do when you’re home alone?” He smiled down at you as he let himself in your room, making his way over to the bed. “You sit in here and touch yourself while you think about me? Is that right (Y/N)?” 

He stood right next to you now and leaned down, taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to meet his gaze. Your face was on fire. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Don’t try to act shy now. I could hear your pretty little moans, begging for me.” 

He licked his lips as he looked down at you before taking the pillow you had covering yourself and tossing it off the bed. “Now that’s better, let me help you.” 

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Josh sat on the bed next to you and gestured for you to lay back down, his hands sliding over your thighs leaving a trail of goosebumps as he pried your legs open again, revealing the dripping wet mess you made of yourself. The calluses on his fingers sending electric shocks through you. 

“Mm what a gorgeous pussy…” he said, making your center throb with want. His hands gripped your thighs for a moment before he slid down farther on the bed so he was laying on his stomach with his head between your legs. You still felt sensitive from your almost-orgasm earlier. 

“Don’t be shy now, I want to hear you beg for me.” He looked up at you from between your legs and smirked again before he licked a delicate stripe along your wet folds, just barely teasing the bundle of nerves that sent you into a spiral. 

“Josh…fuck, please”  you said in a small breathless voice as he teased you with his tongue, your hands gripping the blanket underneath you before you decided to run your fingers through his dark curls. 

Josh groaned as you tugged slightly on his hair, finally giving you what you wanted and the vibration from it made you arch your hips more to meet him. 

You couldn’t believe this was real, that he was actually between your legs sucking and swirling his tongue around your most sensitive part, just like you had daydreamed about on more than one occasion. 

“You taste so good, (Y/N) I can’t believe I held out for this long… with you parading around the house in those little shorts and no bra on. Like you’re just begging me to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you.” 

You wanted to hide your face in embarrassment at his words, you definitely had dressed more provocative than normal but you didn’t think anything would come of it. 

Josh’s tongue worked its magic on you before you felt a finger gently press itself into your soaking wet entrance.

“Mmm you are so damn tight, Does that feel good?” He looked up at you, before adding another finger and making you moan with pleasure as he pumped his fingers inside you. 

“Yes, Josh. Please….” You could barely get the words out, “don’t stop.” 

Josh increased his pace, bringing you closer and closer to the peak before withdrawing completely, making you open your eyes at the loss of sensation as he sat up on the bed. 

You wanted to say something but the words wouldn’t come out. You watched as Josh took his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean, closing his eyes like he was savoring the flavor. 

“You’re so cute for thinking I’d let you finish, (Y/N).” He leaned closer so he was a breath away from your ear, his exhale sending a tingling sensation down your spine. “I want you to keep thinking of when you touch yourself…” one hand captured your face and he tilted your head up to his, pressing a kiss to your lips swiftly before he stood up and walked out of your room without a word. 

“Josh fucking Dun! What the fuck!”

You yelled, and you heard his laugh from the hallway as he walked away. 

You covered your face with your hands and mumbled, “I can’t believe that just happened.” 

___ 

The next morning, you sat at the dining room table nursing a piece of toast with butter. Your mom and step dad sat across from you talking animatedly about their upcoming cruise. 

“You sure you kids will be alright in the house by yourselves?” Your mom asked, and you stopped chewing. 

How could you forget that their vacation meant you and Josh would be left alone, for the entire weekend. 

“Of couse well be fine, (Y/M/N), I’ll make sure she doesnt get in any trouble.” You heard Joshs voice from the entryway, your eyes roaming over his once again shirtless form, meeting his eyes for a brief moment before looking away quickly. 

He smiled at you like he hadn’t been between your legs the night before. It felt like a fever dream. 

“We trust you guys.” Your step dad said, wiping his mouth before getting up from the table. “Now we should get ready to head out to the airport, you know what they say, 3 hours early is late!” 

You felt clammy with nerves as they both left the dining room, leaving you and Josh alone for the first time. 

“I’ve got practice with Ty later, but I should be home by seven, just so you know… youre not playing with that toy of yours when I get home.” He winked at you. 

“Fuck you, Josh!” you threw a grape from the centerpiece at him and he caught it effortlessly, tossing it into his mouth. Fuck, why’d he have to be so good at everything? 

He walked over so he was hovering just behind your chair before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” leaving you in a stunned silence as he sauntered out of the room. 

___ 

An entire day went by without incident. Infact it was making you more on edge then ever, because you had no idea what Josh was thinking. 

Did he regret it? Did he just want to forget it happened and move on? You bit your lip in thought, not sure if you wanted to brush it off yourself as a one time thing. The heat pooling between your legs at the memory of how good he looked nestled between them said otherwise. 

You shoved your vibrator as far back in your drawer as you could to avoid seeing it again even though you never felt more unsatisfied after he left you, tetering right on the edge of an orgasm. 

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of finding you in another compromising position, even if the other half of your brain was screaming at you to jump his bones everytime you were in the same room together. 

Grabbing your towel off the hook and heading towards the bathroom you decided what you needed was a cold, cold shower. 

You noticed the light was on inside, and the door was left cracked open. You could hear the shower running and your heart sped up in your chest. 

Before you could think rationally your legs moved on their own, slowly and silently walking just past the open door, where you could peer inside. 

Steam filled the room but you could still easily make out Josh’s form behind the shower glass, your breath caught in your throat when you realized he was stroking himself under the spray of the shower. 

You should walk away. Walk away (Y/N) you chanted to yourself, but your eyes never left the sight of Josh, slowly fisting his cock with long drawn out strokes. You clenched your thighs together to ease some of the pressure but it didn’t do much to soothe the ache between your them. 

“Mm (Y/N), why don’t you come in so you can see better?” Josh’s voice broke you out of the trance, and you felt your body freeze with embarrassment that you were caught watching. 

“I know you like it, you little Voyeur.”

Your mouth stayed shut but you found yourself pulling open the door and stepping into the steam filled bathroom. Now that you were inside you could clearly see through the glass, his naked body toned and dripping with water. He continued stroking himself in front of you as you watched, your core now throbbing with want. 

“Will you strip for me, (Y/N)?” 

Your hands found the hem of your t-shirt and you pulled it over your head, discarding it on the floor with your other clothes without much hesitation. 

You decided at this point fuck it, you wanted him. You needed him. 

Pushing the glass door aside, you stepped into the shower next to Josh. It was big enough for two people to stand comfortably next to each other, but not much else. 

Josh took your hand in his and wrapped it around his cock before he began stroking again, guiding your hand like he was teaching you how. Feeling the heat of it pulsing in your hand made your knees weak and you didn’t realize you could even be this turned on. There was no going back now. 

You sank to your knees in front of him and Josh looked down at you with surprise. 

“Your eagerness is so sexy baby.” He cupped your chin with one hand and pressed his thumb against your lips, pressing it into your mouth and urging you to suck. You stared up at him as he held you in place, his eyes roaming your naked form as you sat on your knees in front of him. 

He pulled his thumb out from between your lips and grabbed his cock, stroking it once more before you took over, bringing his cock to your lips you gently  teased the sensitive tip with your tongue, before taking it into your mouth more and more until you felt your eyes water. 

“Fuck that feels so good, (Y/N).” His hands knotted themselves into your hair as you sucked, swirling your tongue around it and savoring the slightly salty taste. 

Bobbing your head you took more and more of him into your mouth, his fingers urging you by very slightly pressing on the back of your neck. 

After a while Josh pulled his hips back and broke contact, “don’t worry I’m not going to leave you hanging this time, sweetheart. Now step out of the shower and bend over on the sink. I want to see that pretty pussy ready for me.”

You did as you were told, shivering as you stepped out of the hot steam and stepped over to the sink, leaning over and arching your back slightly, spreading your legs just enough so that he had easy access to your cunt. 

“Holy shit you are a goddess, (Y/N).” Josh stepped out of the water and his hand found your ass, giving it a hard smack that made you yelp.  

“Are you on birth control?”

 He asked, you could see him stroking himself in the mirror. His eyes low on your bent over form. 

“Yes, and I’m clean. Are you?”

“Of course. Just got tested not that long ago… and I’m so fucking happy,” he lined the tip up to your soaking entrence before slowly pressing it inside, “that I get to fill you up with my cum.” And with one powerful thrust he was now fully inside you. Your walls clenching hard on him as he began to increase his pace, his hips slamming harder and harder against the cushion of your ass as he pounded into you. 

From this angle, you could feel his cock brush up against that sensitive spot inside over and over again, making your legs shake with pleasure as you came closer and closer to finally having an orgasm. 

His hands dug into your hips and he made eye contact with you in the mirror, smiling at your reflection as he fucked you into oblivion. He reached one hand between your legs and pressed on your sensitive clit and you felt your body immediately explode with your orgasm, practically collapsing on the countertop as he continued to thrust into your spasming cunt chasing his own release. 

“Josh…” his name left your mouth like a whimper as he pulled one knee up to rest on the counter so he could somehow fuck you even deeper, before he finally came, burying his cock to the hilt as he filled you up with hot spurts of cum. 

He stilled inside you as he finished, staying as deep as he could while he slowly softened inside you before finally pulling out.

“Such a good girl, taking my cum so deep and holding it so well…” he purred as he stroked your ass with his hand, spreading your cheeks so he could see the mess he made, a little bit of cum dropping out. He surprised you by dragging his middle finger along your pussy, collecting the mix of your cum together before taking his hand and pressing it against your mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and you eagerly did as you were told, the tangy saltiness coating your tongue. 

Pulling his finger out of your mouth he spun you around to face him before he gripped you by the hips and placed you on the counter top so you  could wrap your legs around his waist. He pressed his lips against yours feverishly and you couldn’t help but melt into him. If this is what heaven was like you didn’t mind if you died right in this moment. 

Perfectly fucked silly by your insanely sexy step brother. 

“You should walk in on me more often,” you said with a small laugh. You felt his smile against your lips as he continued kissing you. “I was thinking the same thing.”

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PHEWWWWW I had a really fun time working on this request yall!! Request are still open for anyone wanting some more 😮‍💨🙈

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[m-jelly]

Hey jelly how was your day 💗 since you said you have no requests yesterday um can it be alien yn time to shine

🧁 anon

In the stars

Levi x Alien reader

Future AU with mentions of space stations, galactic armies and alien/planet lore.

It had been a long journey with many battles and investigations. Being the Captain of a special forces team was a difficult job. Levi longed to have a home, somewhere to rest and someone to call his. Travelling the stars was hard, but it also was beautiful.

Finally, his team had arrived at a space station on the edge of many tough solar systems. He checked his communicator and saw his contact for the station was you, it seemed like you were a counsellor and representative of your people there. Your name was familiar to him, he was sure you used to be in the special forces for your race.

As soon as he boarded the station he went right for the agreed meeting spot. You were going to show him around the station and give him information. He was looking forward to meeting you and meeting a unique race.

The air sucked out of Levi when he rounded the corner and spotted you in your dress. Your skin was a greyish-purple with white V patterns on your skin, one was on your chest and two others on your neck all of them pointing down to your breasts. You had another V on your face, it ran up your cheeks, over your eyes and met on your forehead with little patterns in the tip. Your ears were very pointed and almost feather-like. The whites of your eyes were black and your irises a beautiful gold.

Your dark purple lips spread into a smile when you noticed Levi. "Captain Levi." You walked closer making Levi's heart sore, you were so pretty and elegant. "Welcome. I'm sorry for the long journey, but I hope you enjoy your stay here. I won't bullshit to a handsome Captain. It's mostly safe, I try to keep a tight ship but there are issues."

He gulped hard. "Y-Yes."

You hummed a laugh. "Are you okay? Is it the first time you met someone from my race?"

He shook his head. "N-No, I've met some of your people fighting on planets. Your skills are incredible." He cleared his throat. "I'm nervous because you're pretty and you are an incredible special ops as well as a counsellor."

You giggled. "Thank you." You nibbled your lip as you eyed him. "You're very handsome and cute." You pressed his cheek. "I like the plump cheeks." You winked at him. "Come, we have a station to explore."

Levi offered his arm. "Let's go."

The two of you walked around the main part of the station, the two of you getting closer the more time you spent together. The plan was to spend a day or two at the station, but Levi wanted to stay longer so he could be with you.

Levi was entranced by you and you seemed to be smitten with him. He hurried to your office as he felt an urge inside him. He walked right past your assistant because he was a usual sight. He called your name. "Are you free?"

You looked up from your desk as a soft purple blush filled your cheeks. "I am."

"Dinner. You and me."

You rose from your chair to show off your elegant dress with no sleeves allowing Levi to see the white markings on your arms. "I would love to."

He took your hand and kissed the back of your fingers. "You look incredible."

You hummed a laugh. "Thank you, my handsome cute Captain."

He walked with you to his room. "I made dinner."

"You know your way into a woman's heart." You leaned closer and kissed him. "You are so wonderful, Levi."

He gulped hard. "So are you. I hope it's okay we're having dinner in here."

You slipped into his room and admired the massive open-plan room with views of the station, neon lights and cars flying by. You purred and relaxed under the glow. You turned to Levi and smiled at him. "This is a great room."

"I have rooms on a few stations and planets. I tend to buy places where I want to stay a long time."

You perched on the arm of the sofa. "You have a reason to stay here?"

He walked over to you. "I didn't at first." He caressed your cheek. "But you are now my reason."

You moaned a little as he lightly touched your feathered ear. "Levi."

"I want to kiss you again."

"You may." You tangled your fingers in his hair. "I'm all yours."

Levi kissed you over and over, the idea of food long gone as the two desired each other. The kissing soon moved to the bedroom and Levi explored and loved you. He made you feel like your soul was leaving your body, it was euphoric and perfect.

You lay in bed with Levi and hummed a laugh as he played with your hair. "Interesting dinner."

Levi smirked. "You're right. I still have food if you want it."

"I do."

He kissed you and purred. "Come with me. Explore the Milky Way with me. Wear your armour again and fight at my side."

You leaned on his chest and looked down at him. "You know very well you'll keep me locked up in your room on the ship."

He chuckled. "Yes, but I will let you fight with me sometimes."

You leaned down and kissed him. "Thank you." You traced his face a bit. "I adore you, Levi Ackerman. My stars align with yours."

He blushed. "That's your people's way of saying I love you?"

"Yes."

He massaged your cheek. "I love you too. I mean, my stars are aligned with yours. We create a constellation together."

You nuzzled the crook of his neck. "Careful Levi, that sounds like a proposal."

"Maybe it is."

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[astra-ravana]

Working With Buer

The Lord of Philosophy

Enn: "Erato On Ca Buer Anon"

Rank: President

Colors: Blue, light blue, pink, purple, red, orange

Herbs: Aloe, storax, acacia, vervain, angelica, hydrangea root, valerian, ginger, sandalwood, myyrh

Crystals: Jade, amethyst, rose quartz, kunzite, onyx, fluorite, opal, calcite, blue tiger's eye, calcidony, selenite

Element: Fire

Planet: Mercury

Zodiac: Taurus (Cancer)

Metal: Mercury

Tarot: 2 of Cups, 6 of Pentacles

Direction: South

Dates: June 21st - July 1st, May 5th - 9th

Day: Wednesday

Animals: Lions, cats, deer, goats

Domains: Moral and natural philosophy, logic, herbalism, healing, breaking bar habits, personal wellness, self-transformation, nature magick, third eye abilities, psychic vampyrism, laws of the Universe

Offerings: Lion themed items, healing plants and crystals, books (especially on herbs and esoteric knowledge), art

Sigil:

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Okay so sorry for this ask. I just had this random thought blurb and wanted to share with someone. But like imagine:

Lando decides to suggest to Oscar that it would be funny if they get married in Vegas. Cause like that would be hilarious. Except Oscar looks him dead in the eye and says “I can’t, I’m already married” before walking away.

So of course Lando has a major freak out trying to figure out who he married and ropes the whole grid in the search. There is a strong rumor it’s Daniel (which Daniel started cause it’s funny). There is also the rumor that is Taylor Swift (that’s Este trying to annoy Nando). And of course there are suggestions of Fred, Liam, and even Arthur (which Pierre and Charles’s shut down right away because they would have to kill him).

And everyone keeps asking Logan if he knows and he just keeps laughing it off. But he’s also it’s a sad laugh because he’s a little sad to thing that nobody thinks he could be worthy of Oscar, even if he agrees.

And of course this pisses Oscar off. Because his husband is the sweetest man around. Because who the fuck cares if he is having a bad season when he is always there to make sure Oscar does things like eat breakfast or makes sure he isn’t too hard on himself.

So when the grid decides to do a group breakfast the morning after in Vegas (to compare horror stories). Oscar marks the shit out of Logan as they show up with their wedding rings.

Anon, never apologize for being the smartest motherfucker in the room. As a secretly married loscar truther, I am in love with this. And you’re always welcome to come in my messages or my ask box with stuff like this.

I can imagine Oscar being so smug at that breakfast. It’s his ring around Logan’s finger, it’s his marks on Logan’s body, it’s him who gets to keep bringing waffles for Logan to devour in record speed.

And I think the reason no one suspected it could be Logan Oscar was married to is because they would’ve known, right? Surely they wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret for 9 months?

(Well, Alex and George had known pretty quickly who it was but they weren’t going to spoil the surprise.)

But even now with them both declaring themselves to each other for all of them to see, they barely act any different. Small touches, leaned in whispers, pressed as close together as two people could in opposite chairs, but still completely level-headed.

And finally Lando snaps and is like “How? How are you two so calm around each other? If I had a partner on the grid, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of them.”

Oscar shrugs and Logan laughs awkwardly and even now they’re like twin planets - always together but never crashing.

“We’ve been together for a long time,” Oscar answers which, they would hope so for the youngest married couple on the grid. “And most of that time it’s had to be a secret. I guess we’re just used to it.”

“Plus, neither of us are big on PDA.” A rather ironic thing for Logan to say while covered in bite marks and red-purple hickies. “We like to keep our private life private.”

And suddenly Lando feels bad because maybe they had never planned on coming out to them, or at least not so soon, but Lando had practically forced their hand because of his little goose hunt. But Logan smiles understandingly at him and is quick to reassure.

“Don’t worry, we were planning to tell people on the grid sooner rather than later, probably when my contract extension was announced, if it’s ever decided.”

Oscar makes a face at that but doesn’t interrupt.

“We just chose now because…” And suddenly Logan gets this look on his face, something pained and almost embarrassed. Oscar tangles their left hands together to stop him in his tracks, proudly displaying their matching rings before continuing.

“None of you thought I could have the honor of being married to Logan - hurtful, by the way, I’m obviously a catch - so I wanted to show everyone who I belonged to.”

Logan blushes a light pink, but he’s smiling. Oscar feels a bit of relief as Logan lays his head on his shoulder, allowing him to turn his nose into the gel-less waves of his blond hair.

The rest of their drivers start to clamor their excuses - you’re too good at hiding it, we thought Logan was dating that Instagram model, actually you’re right you aren’t good enough for my junior Williams driver but you make him happy so I guess it’s okay (this one is of course from George who is met with a lot of boos and biscuit throwing) - but it doesn’t really matter.

Who cares what any of them thought? At the end of the day, Oscar is the one sitting here with Logan Sargeant’s hand intertwined with his, he’s the one that will get to go back with him to their shared apartment, bundle his Florida boy up against the cruel English winter, and indulge in the domestic bliss of being with someone he truly loved.

When one had that, who cared about anything else?

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #171

1. once I came across a fic where heaven told aziraphale to "cure" crowley and make him an angel again or they would kill him (crowley), and at first tried to do it secretively but eventually came clean and the whole process was extremely damaging to crowley's self esteem. I'm pretty sure he came clean, anyway? I didn't actually read it - just took a skim of the last chapter - because that kind of dynamic was the LAST thing I wanted to explore in their relationship. I still don't want to read it. I just want to comment and ask the author how it feels to be right. - @hakureiryuu

2. Hi mods! I was hoping you could please find a fic for me? Unfortunately, it's a bit vague, but I think it was a Crowley was Raphael fic where at some point (after falling) Crowley comforts Michael but she doesn't realise it's her sibling. I think they were in a crater or on another planet or something. Thanks in advance, but no worries if not! - anon

3. Good evening! Thank you so much for all the wonderful work you all have done!! Today, I am looking for a fic that was largely in Aziraphale's POV, but what was most memorable for me, and the reason I was looking for it was a scene near the middle where it shifts to Crowley's POV driving in the bentley, imagining and reimagining scenarios with Aziraphale, going to the Ritz for their anniversary, and Aziraphale calling him my dear, my dear, and eventually, my darling. And at these moments he imagines, he speeds up his driving and steps on the accelerator with "my darling" echoing in his mind. In his drive-daydream, he acts all suave in front of a blushing Aziraphale, who considers him his darling, and eventually "to the world" becomes "to us". When he reaches the bookshop after his mad drive, Aziraphale is wearing something cute to keep himself warm and Crowley is enamored with him. Gosh the whole scenario is adorable! I'd like to find it again, and it would be awesome to have your help!! - @purple-patches

4. Hiya! I was hoping you could help me find a fic! I don't remember a whole awful lot about it, but it features Aziraphale, Crowley, and a female angel whose name escapes me, and the plot is basically that Crowley was *part* of Raphael and the female angel is trying to convince him to reclaim the half of Raphael that is still comatose up in Heaven. I recall that the Dowlings were involved briefly, and that Aziraphale/Crowley passed the other angel off at their adult daughter who was in the military/traveled a lot. Any help is appreciated! Ty! - anon

5. I am looking for a crossover from good omens and supernatural that was on ao3. Aziraphale and crowley are husbands and have the gift from god from both hell and heaven. So the most powerful being. And the winchester brothers have scripts written in henoric. They need help from the angle to translate it and they summond crowley to contact him. He does help them with crowley but his side. They found the last dcript paper is so dtrong that it can destroy everything and they take them to the garden. - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[maxcuntstappen]

anyways i wrote this months ago after being exposed to the idea of alien max through brilliant @yekoc and their brilliant anons. alien max in this is completely different and definitely struggling but i love him

and now u can have him

Max had really really wanted to like it on earth. He really did it. After all, it was a part of his legacy, to spend years on the planet to collect data on technologies and resource to send back to his home planet. It’s what his mother had done. It’s what his father had done. 

They had differing opinions on it though. His mother had loved it here. Max grew up hearing stories about self replenishing waterfalls and skies that seemed to change colours from one moment to next. His home planet wasn’t very colourful; primarily made up of red, blue and white. They were nice colours. They reminded Max of home. But he loved how purples and pinks looked in the books he was given on life on Earth for Dummies when he first started training. He loved how his mother described them too. How pink felt like softness to her, like Max’s baby blanket he slept with, which used to be his mom’s dress. Like how his cheeks felt when his trainer told him he had done a good job. How purple felt like licking at something tart, the dual feeling of unease and joy the accompanies it. His mother loved her time on Earth and Max loved hearing about it, dreaming and waiting for his turn to go make his own memories and stories to bring back home. 

His father wasn’t impressed by Earth. He found humans irritating and gross and he said he couldn’t wait for his time on Earth to be done so he could leave the disgusting creatures and come back, to silence and routine and order.

Max always thought he’d be like his Mom; liking the planet, liking what he was learning about it, wanting to keep digging and researching everything about it. He wanted to be like his mother, he always did. 

But so far, he wasn’t coming close. 

Humans were so LOUD. Max didn’t necessarily have any particular issues with sound. But he believes there should at least be a reason for making painfully loud sounds? 

Like back home, when a part of the surface is weak and needs tending to, it screeches and vibrates.

But humans were loud just for the sake of being loud. There were horns going off everywhere, people shouting with no reason, they walked around talking on their phones but people six miles away could hear them. 

Max is exaggerating of course. That is one thing he did like about humans, their dramatics.  Only if they could do them without being painfully LOUD, he’d have something to add to his list. 

He was sitting in a cafe, trying out the hot chocolate his mother had told him he must try when he gets a chance, when he first heard the noise. 

It was loud, bellowing. Max noticed how it wasn’t just his attention that had been captured. Several heads were turned towards the human. 

He wanted to be annoyed. It was yet another sound on an already long and hard day. But when the man’s mouth opened, only for more laughs to tumble out, he realised he didn’t really mind it all that much. 

Max of course knew what laughs sounded like. They had had a whole course on it back in the academy. On the different kinds of laughs and what they can mean. They had clips that researchers had recorded through the years. 

None of them sounded like this though. Max wondered if he should be recording this for data. Maybe it would be a helpful addition to the human studies programme. 

He couldn’t make himself do it. It felt like something he was meant to keep as his own. The very first thing he fell in love with on earth. 

[bones4thecats]

Champa🧨fluff?

DBS! Champa Fluff Quote ; "Why Them?"

Character: Champa (Dragon Ball Super) Requester: 🧨Anon A/N: You are now 🧨Anon. Now, enjoy <3 ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Pure fluff for our chonky god of destruction ⚠️ P.S: The Reader is like Champa (a cat), but is based on a Birman

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╚═════ Champa ══════════════════════════════╝

🧨 You and Champa had been together for many years, about 2 million to be exact. How have you lived so long? You may be asking. Well, you were blessed with immortality and forever youth by Zen'o, who began to see you as a motherly-figure centuries prior and wanted you to be by his side forever

🧨 You were by no means as powerful as the young Omni-King, but you could pack a punch with your shapeshifting and time-manipulation abilities. And that was one thing that Champa admired about you, your strength

🧨 When he first asked you out, you were shell-shocked. You were close to many of the Gods, creation or destruction, but you never expected that one would like you in any way beyond the friend-zone

🧨 Due to the shock and uncertainty, you said you would go out with him, but it was not the start of a relationship. You wanted to make sure that your feelings were aligned with his own, to which he was fine with

🧨 Champa had taken you to get something to eat back in his universe, Universe 6. You found the universe to be sad and beautiful looking in a unique mix, and the people who made you both your food were happy that they did well. They didn't want their planet destroyed because of a mishap...

🧨 He doesn't admit it, but he acts a lot like Beerus in his own ways. Such as; they do not like it when their S/O is not happy, it makes them either uncomfortable (due to not comforting others in the past) or they panic because of said issue

🧨 Speaking of Beerus, it was a very fun first meeting. And I mean that

🧨 Champa had mentioned the other cat many times, to which you always smiled and swayed your tail in interest. You weren't that close to Beerus, he was more of a loner out of the other Destruction Gods, but, with Champa's help, you wanted to get to know the purple feline

🧨 You both had arrived in Universe 7, and you were overjoyed to see Goku and his oldest son, Gohan. They both grew up in such horrible situations, and witnessed so many tragedies, but that didn't stop them from being good people, which you admired so much

🧨 Your boyfriend was not amused to see how close you were to the two, so, in his natural jealous-state, he was walked up behind you and hugged you from behind. Smiling as your ears puckered up and your pupils went from wide to normal as he nuzzled into your neck

"Wait-wait-wait! Are you guys?!" Goku asked, a giddy jump coming out.

"You'd be correct. But don't tell Beerus yet, we'll tell him later." You replied, feeling Champa nod in your neck as you chuckled.

"Your secret is safe with us, right Dad?" Gohan asked, looking at Goku, whom just nodded and smiled before running off to his daughter-in-law, Videl, and granddaughter, Pan.

🧨 The rest of the day went well, even when Beerus and Whis arrived, which made you feel more at ease, but felt more anxiety settle in your mind

🧨 Champa had told you that he was going to speak with his brother alone, saying it was more of a brother-to-brother thing to explain. To which you nodded and continued to play around with Pan

🧨 Beerus was laying in a hammock that was set up by the shade when he heard his brother approaching him. He opened his eyes and sighed, sitting up to ask his brother what he wanted

"I just wanted you to know what me and Y/N stand at. You are my brother... somehow..."

"I should be saying that. And if it's that you're dating, I know. Goku wouldn't stop raving about it earlier."

"That little- wait. You're not mad?"

"I don't really care, to be honest. But, I need to ask you one thing."

"What?"

"Why them?"

🧨 Looking over at you as you picked Pan up and tossed her in the air towards Piccolo, who was waiting to catch her and toss her up to Goku then back down and up again in a telephone-game set-up

"Why anyone else when they exist?"

[thenamesblurrito]

Buzzard and Blurr are so cute :) really endearing ans sorta sweet, hope things work out well with em

Im really curious about the twos relationship. Do you have any thoughts you could share behind their dynamic and how they end up getting together? Or headcanons?

Keep up the good work! :D

THANK YOU ANON YOU MADE MY DAY!!!

i will be honest i would also like to know how they get together bc they are uhhhhhh both bad at this whole romantic thing! like i talk about here, they're both bumbling, inexperienced, and having a rude awakening to the concept of demisexuality, so as far as i can tell there is no end in sight to the mutual pining idiots. there's some possibilities but nothing concrete yet

they're a fun ship but first and foremost they are a funNY ship and the funny bits to me are in the pre-get together stage so that's what i think of the most. so! have some tidbits! this is a long post oops but i am NOT putting it under a cut i am making everyone LOOK AT SELF INDULGENCE RAAAGHH I AM KILLING CRINGE!!!

Blurr met Buzzard after being painstakingly transferred to a new, kitbashed frame and having a weird tall stranger show him the trash cube that used to be him with far too much enthusiasm. Buzzard was the one to fish that cube out of the trash as they went spelunking in Cybertron's waste disposal system as Team Purple were on planet to pull off a pet heist (and got more than they bargained for). once everyone realized the cube was a person and was ALIVE, they were also the one to uhhhhhh procure most of the pieces of his new frame, constructed by Knock-out in a back alley deal on Velocitron. Blurr is uncomfortable with how piecemeal and janky this frame is, despite being a close reconstruction of his original, and it takes him a long time to truly realize that Buzzard donated, bought, or outright stole 90% of the parts needed to bring him, a stranger, back to life. it's an odd feeling, to suddenly reckon with the concept that maybe there's more to this junker than picking pockets and being silly

it takes awhile for either of them to really pay attention to the other? like, Blurr has essentially pulled a Jesus, and also maybe unwillingly defected from the Autobots, and is currently "trapped" with a team full of criminals and Decepticons, one of whom was a spy that he spent so long tracking down and got thiiiiiiiis close to discovering her true identity before Longarm sent him off to Earth, so he's understandably got a grudge the size of a planet against Rosanna who is happy to taunt him about it, NOT TO MENTION the awkward, vulnerable, and painful physical therapy of getting used to this new frame and trying to regain his speed and just... being alive again?? sure, Buzzard is tall and weird, but they are the least of his worries in his early days with Team Purple

to be fair, like. for months the only real impression Blurr has of Buzzard is just:

infinite storage booba

that and "tall flightframe with purple parts but NOT a Decepticon???? not even an enemy????" it's something he's still coming to terms with. Gremlin consistently seeking him out to nap on is not helping

it may be easy to assume that Buzzard, having been brought to life by an Allspark shard on Earth, is young and ignorant and stupid and may not even know what love is etc etc. however, they were mentored by the whirlwind romance duo Rum-maj and Wreck-gar, both very invested and also very forthcoming about their own relationship. Buzzard is pretty knowledgeable about what love/romance/sexuality can look like, just from observing them and others around them! no, the mutual pining idiocy isn't from ignorance, it's just twitterpated stupidity 👍

this goes against popular fanon interpretation of Blurr i think, but i like to characterize him as the kind of hypercompetent-but-lame guy who's married to his work, doesn't bother with social skills beyond bare minimum, and isn't so much arrogant/full of himself as he is just impatient and dismissive. he's like a working breed dog. you might think he's hot but he would rather skip an offer of a one night stand in favor of following up on a potential lead or staking out a target's home all night. so Blurr's experience and general overall INTEREST in romance is nil

the fact i have slapped asexuality onto both of them just means they're both extra unprepared to Experience Feelings

it's slow! Buzzard thinks this guy is funny, and kind of sad, and though they never say this they think he could use a friend who won't get impatient with his own frustration. he knows a lot of stuff about Cybertron and Autobots and such that they've never heard before and he can be prompted to give entire lectures about anything, which they soak up, they love learning. Blurr is only mostly irritated by Buzzard being affable, and curious, and dropping odd knickknacks and riffraff into his hands whenever they feel like it. they don't roll their optics or look lost when he gets talking like many people do, and usually even manage to keep up with what he's saying. it's toleration at least!

he doesn't realize it, but it's really the least stressful/antagonistic connection he has with Team Purple so far. Rosanna was a target he was cheated out of uncovering and holds it over his head, Dreadringer is the mysterious captain of this dangerous gang who seems to want to toss everyone out the airlock, Wheelie was an old friend but seeing him so comfortable around these strangers is almost more offputting, Red Alert may be an Autobot but she's also the doctor seeing to his recovery which is hardly pleasant, the multiple Decepticons aboard keep him on edge even if they're nice to him like Voidwander, there's so many utterly absurdly strange people like Necro, or Wreck-gar, or Inferno, or Sky Lynx, or even Beachcomber, etc....

in comparison, Buzzard ends up filling almost a Kronk role to his Yzma as Blurr eventually feels comfortable ranting to them, or relaxing around them, or even skedaddling behind them for protection whenever Shenanigans occur. they're nice to him. it's weird. but it's still one of the biggest reasons why Blurr starts to acclimate to Team Purple, and even start considering himself one of them. without their positive influence, he wouldn't have dealt well with famous Team Purple tidbits like Tito Moto's funeral, Bludgeon deciding to start an official pirate rivalry, Dreadringer's delusions of interning with a god, Crescent's livestreaming career, or The Oil Slick Incident

Buzzard just thinks Blurr is fascinating to be around, in a much nicer way than when he was paranoid and scared of the rest of the team. now he's fitting in! in some corner of their mind, they think of him as another part of the hoard they call a family :3

maybe letting two obsession-prone people who only make friends with other weirdos spend a lot of time around one another was always going to end in a weird tangle of emotions, huh?

now this is of course Buzzard's Iconic Demi Moment, but Blurr has one too:

i firmly believe it's a hallmark- no, a REQUIREMENT that to be an Autobot in TFA you must be repressed. these guys are all touch-starved and alienated from their own wants and needs in favor of serving The Regime. so good luck Blurr you're gonna need it

Buzzard meanwhile is literally scared they're gonna pluck out Blurr's spleen. they keep wanting to be around him, and watch him, and touch him, all of which is normal sure but this is a lot so clearly their subconscious has marked him as a trinket to steal

attempts to explain otherwise generally do not go well

so they just. fail at communicating. they fail at communicating so bad the entire ship knows. even Rosanna gives Blurr tips on flirting. even Gremlin, Buzzard's dearest friend in the world, is giving them the stink-eye for idiocy. they are both still friends, they gravitate towards one another and get invested in what the other enjoys and work well together and just keep growing closer as time goes on, but the awkward, helpless stupidity of Oh My God Feelings turns it into a comedy show for the rest of Team Purple

maybe if Blurr could stop flipping out about the right thing to say and do and be and and and-- then he would relax enough, be confident enough to do something so bold as hold Buzzard's hand. maybe if Buzzard could stop worrying that their preoccupation with him is scary, or unwelcome, or unnatural, or going to upset his place in the team or as their friend, then they would stop feeling dread and start experiencing the joy and giddiness of romance, how it can be a treat for both of them

it's a lot of shenanigans. chicanery. silly falling over one another to just do something nice for the other but not quite knowing how. but they're both earnest. they enjoy one another. they keep coming back to one another

they'll get there eventually. i'll noodle something that fits

fingers crossed

i mean they have to get there eventually or this image won't be canon and i spent a lot of effort figuring out overlapping posing and kibble angles >:(

anyways. i'll leave u with this silly little ship meme (can u believe this image was gonna be my only response til i decided to defy cringe and infodump)