#and the longer it goes on... the more wild and hungry I get for better or worse

[futurewife]

Why was I built so naturally instinctively horny and romantic and sensual if they were also going to make me so lonely and touchstarved

[dilemmaontwolegs]

OMG Your Biggest Fan was amazing!!! I was wondering if you had any plans to do a part 2 for it because now I’m dying to know how it goes! -🍯

AN: don’t know if this makes sense, it’s middle of the night and I should be asleep…will proof read in the morning lol

Your Biggest Fan {2} || LN4

Warnings: more smut, butt plugs, squirting, only fans.

One || Two || SMAU || Three

It was comfortable in Lando’s bed. He had a much better view of the water from his place than yours did and a much lower chance of a sudden visit from your parents. It was why you were holed up at his apartment for the weekend instead of at home. It was one of the few times in the calendar year that they came back but they had to meet their quota of nights in Monaco to enjoy the tax holiday.

You didn’t want them to just drop by when you had hungry subscribers to feed.

In the other room you could hear Lando laugh at whatever AngryGinge said to him and you grabbed your laptop to watch the stream.

“Do you know what you should stream?”

“Only Fans.”

“Have you ever thought about doing Only Fans?”

You bit your lip as you watched Lando swinging in his chair and answer, “I do it.”

He said it so casually that no one would probably take it seriously, if only they knew. When he finished his streams he would often join yours, fucking you for all your subscribers to see - but they could never see your faces. He got off on the act, it drove him wild, but who were you kidding, you loved it too.

“I actually have to go,” he said as he lazily chewed on his fingernail. “My favourite girl’s about to start her show. Might join in, you know?”

How he kept a straight face, you could never figure out. He could be the most unserious person, except when it came to your account. He knew what was at stake if either of you were caught. It didn’t stop him from dropping vague hints though.

The stream closed and within seconds he was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head. He swaggered his way to your side of the bed and ran his thumb over your lip, dragging it from where you had pinched it between your teeth.

“Something to say, love?” he asked with a hint of amusement.

“You’re playing with fire, big boy,” you warned as you rose on to your knees so you were chest to chest with him. “Only Fans?”

“This is me we are talking about, baby,” he laughed. “No one is going to think Little Lando Norris is getting down and dirty on Only Fans.”

“They got the ‘little’ part wrong.” You giggled and dragged your palm over his erection. Lando started to unzip his jeans and you lifted a brow as you unhooked your bra. “Who said you could join in?”

“I’m your biggest fan, babygirl, I can’t just sit here and watch,” he groaned as you pointed to the velvet seat in the corner of the room.

“Be good and I might change my mind.”

He dropped into the seat with a huff while you set up your laptop and the camera, before grabbing your toys and lube from your overnight bag.

Lando was patient, to an extent, but his nail bed would be ruined if he had to sit in the corner any longer and watch you fuck yourself six feet away from him. The plug in your ass was like a homing beacon and he rose from the chair without thinking, kicking his jeans off and freeing his painfully hard dick.

“Please, babygirl,” he begged.

You had enjoyed teasing Lando, knowing how hard it was for him to stay in the chair and watch you have all the fun. You had particularly liked the way his eyes widened at your newest toy, a shining gun metal plug that would stretch you almost as much as he did. You felt impossibly full with it in your ass while you stuffed a purple dildo in your pussy and rode it like you would Lando.

Your moans filled the room and your laptop pinged with all the tips and subscriptions coming through.

“Please,” Lando begged again.

“Fuck me, big boy,” you invited, climbing off the dildo and dropped onto your hands as he lined himself up behind you.

“I like this,” he chuckled as he tapped the plug, a moan tugging from your lips as it shifted inside you. “Very nice.”

“Just fuck me already,” you begged, feeling empty when you needed to be stretched.

Lando snapped his hips forward and the lewd sound of your dripping folds meeting his flesh made you both moan. It was almost too much, you felt so full you could hardly breathe. You resorted to quick gasps whenever he pulled back but you were left with a dizzying lightheadedness and stars dancing around your vision.

“Fuck, oh god,” you whined as your thighs began to shake. Your face collapsed into the pillows with a scream as the pressure exploded and Lando grunted at how tight you were. Your pussy gripped him like a vice as waves pleasure rocked you, the wave cresting into a flood as he kept rutting hard and fast, each thrust pushing the plug deeper in your ass.

Your screams fell silent as your entire body stiffened and then…utter bliss. You were weightless, floating, falling, spinning. Everything all at once. Your body didn’t know how to handle the ecstasy that coursed through your veins, the ecstasy that gushed from your cunt.

“Fucking hell, babygirl,” Lando moaned as he filled you with one last thrust. “What a mess.”

He chuckled as he pulled out of you, holding you spread for the camera so everyone could see his thick, creamy cum dripping from your abused hole before he pushed it back in with two fingers.

Soft whimpers and aftershocks rolled through you at the touch but it was the bigger gasp that cleared the daze when he pulled the plug from your ass.

“Gorgeous, babygirl. Fucking gorgeous.” Lando disappeared from the bed and skirted around the camera to your laptop. “Alright, pervs, goodnight.”

“You’re a perv,” you teased after the site was shut down.

“I’m a perv for you,” he corrected while swiping up a discarded Quadrant shirt. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and gently eased your legs open to clean up the mess he made. “I think I need a waterproof blanket.”

You smiled and tossed an arm over your face as exhaustion filled you. “I had the same thought.”

“Maybe I can come shopping with you,” he suggested as he picked up the plug and grinned at it. “You’re nearly ready to fit me.”

“Nearly,” you chuckled. “A little bit more practice first.”

Click here for SMAU.

[breannasfluff]

Lost Without You

Whump Rating: 2/5 TW: Depression

The shadow is defeated. A portal appears and the Chain knows, this is the final one. Tears are shed, promises and light-hearted threats are made, and everyone gives a last hug goodbye. Then, one by one, they step through the portal and vanish.

They were already in Wild’s world. He’d already gone through his last portal without realizing it. The blackness swirls, sucks in, and vanishes. The champion stands in the grass field, alone. The breeze blows through the grass, turning it into waves over the low hills. Far away, a wild horse whinnies. Then silence falls again.

Wild stares at the spot where his family vanished for a long time before finally turning in the direction of home.

Things aren’t the same after the journey ends. Link—no need for a nickname, now—goes through the motions. He helps Zelda, speaks with Purah, and tries to fall into the rhythm of life. The little house in Hateno, despite how he loved it previously, is too empty, now. Each corner is filled with memories of eight other boys and men laughing, joking, and filling his life with joy.

He can’t sleep in his bed without remembering times Wolfie curled up at his feet, or Hyrule crawled in and clung to his arm after a bad dream. The horse shed reminds him of Time, chewing on a piece of straw and telling ridiculous stories they couldn’t discount. With the old man, anything could be true.

Finally, Link gives the house to Zelda for her research and sets out to circle Hyrule. He’ll check in with the other races and towns. Maybe there he’ll find the meaning he lost. Yet each place holds the happiness of people moving on, while he is stuck in the same place.

Friends marry, break up, learn new skills, and build homes. Families change; growing and shrinking, yet never dying. Their lives are ever-churning onward. With each town, Link finds himself looking forward to the next less and less. He no longer has a family to visit. Well, it’s not a bad idea to travel the wilds. He’s often more comfortable there than anywhere else.

At first, it’s a good idea. The wilds are quiet and he falls into the rhythm of nature. There are no travelers out here and he can go days without needing to speak. After a while, he starts chatting to the air, telling his missing companions about his travels.

“There’s a fox mother in a den over there. I snuck up and looked at the kits. I think she noticed me, but I made sure not to get too close. Oh, some grasshoppers; I should catch them for making elixirs in the future. You know, I really cleaned out my stores making potions for everyone.”

The only answer is the wind. Link is quiet for the rest of the day.

The weeks blend together and he fully gives up on seeking out towns. Even traveling is losing its appeal. What’s the rush? There’s no goal; no people who need him to check in. He told Zelda when he left he’d be off the grid for a while.

What’s the use of a hero after the journey is over? He’d barely had time to settle after the first one before he was dumped into the Chain. Now, an eternity without his family looms. Each day, Link rests a little more. For each meal, he has a little less. He’s just…not hungry.

Slowly, he numbs to his surroundings. He takes an infrequent wash when he comes across a lake, but there’s no one to worry about. Link wakes tired and lays on his bedroll for hours, debating getting up and moving further. He collects less until he’s only depleting his supplies, not adding to it. Well, that’s easy enough to fix; he’s not hungry anyway.

Link doesn’t know how long he’s been out here. He could warp home; warm to a shrine or a town. Maybe he should be around people. But the idea of talking to people? Socializing? Keeping up the persona of a hero? It’s exhausting.

Mostly, Link sleeps. Maybe, one day, he’ll climb back into the shrine and they can suck the life back out of him. This body is on loan, anyway. Maybe next time, they’ll find a better hero to fill it with. Someone whose family is still around to support him.

Someone is screaming.

This is odd for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is that Link is in the middle of nowhere. Someone could have encountered a rare enemy, but the scream is…excited? And raising in pitch and volume.

“Where is he?”

“The gem should take us right to him!”

“Do you think he’s underground?”

“What—where do you come up with these things?”

“Like a cave—wait, look over there.”

Huh. That sounds a lot like Wind and Warriors. Silly, because they are gone. Everyone is gone. Maybe this is it. His mind snapped and now he’s hearing voices.

Footsteps get louder and Warriors looks down at him in the grass, hands on his hips. “What in hyrule are you doing down there?”

Wind’s face pops into view, showing off straight white teeth when he grins. “Hey Wild! We missed—hey.” The smile fades, excitement seeping out. “Did something happen to you? You look, uh…”

“You look like shit,” Warriors finishes. He leans down, reaching out a hand. “You good? What happened?”

Link doesn’t take the hand, just stares at them. “That’s it,” he whispers. “I’ve gone crazy. Hallucinations.”

Wind socks him in the shoulder, much too hard to be a hallucination. “Get up! Warriors got a crystal! We need to get the others!”

“What…?” Link finally sits up, then stands. Woah, his legs are kind of shaky. Warriors grabs him, then hisses as his hand closes on a shoulder.

“How skinny are you? Wild, seriously, what happened?”

He transfers his gaze to the captain, slowly tracing over familiar features. “You left.”

“Yeah? Didn’t you have people to come home to?”

Link shrugs. “Not my family.”

“Wild? Are you okay?” Wind tugs on his tunic sleeve. “Did you miss us?”

“Yeah.” He closes his eyes for a long moment. “A lot. How—how are you here?”

The captain snorts and waves a gem on a chain. Took a while, but I got Cia to make a gem that will let heroes open portals. We’re picking everyone up to see how things are going.” He looks Link up and down. “You, my friend, are in dire need of some help.”

Link stares at his feet. “I don’t…know what to do anymore.”

Wind leans against his side, wrapping him in a half hug. “You rely on your brothers. We’ll get you back on your feet, okay? Twi is never going to let you out of his sight again.”

For the first time in a while, Wild smiles. “Let’s go see our family.”

[imnameimswrld]

I DO NOT

a max verstappen imagine !

yes, this is apart of my max verstappen social media au. i really wanted to write a short little one-shot related to it, as a little bonus I guess...I hope you enjoy it !

warning: it gets a lil cheeky towards the end so mdni !!

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"Max Verstappen, don't you dare-"

My husband either deliberately ignores my warning, or it just goes straight into one ear, and out the other, as he proceeds to scoop me up into his arms, the action making the throng of our beloved ones that line either side of the white carpet cheer loudly.

I spy my father, his tall stature allowing him to tower above everyone, and I see the eye roll he gives, but it doesn't stop the little smirk from pulling at the corner of his lips. My dress hangs long over Max's arm that's under my legs as he walks us through the rain of petals being tossed from either side. I can't help but laugh in his arms, as he countless times has to blow some away from getting stuck to my glossed lips. He all but gives up and just shields them by pressing his lips against them, and the everyone cheers louder from all around.

How he's even able to safely get us to the end of the carpet and to the car without looking up once as he kisses me, is beyond my knowledge. I'm set back gently on my stilettos, Max's arm lingering around my waist as we give everyone one last smile goodbye. From behind me, Max pulls open the door to his sleek, midnight blue Lamborghini, the dark colour matching his suit perfectly.

"Your happily ever after awaits, my liefie."

I smile, lips seeking out his once again without my even realizing it. He delivers a cheeky pat to my backside that has me swatting his shoulder. Of course he chuckles, his smile causing a burst of sparkles to take home in his crystal blue gaze. I wave to all our friends and family, not missing the broad grin my father can't fight off his lips quick enough. I laugh at him, and he pulls a face that only has me laughing harder as Max helps me and my plethora of a dress into the car.

I watch through the tinted window as my husband greets his friends with hand claps and a bright smile; my husband. It's wild, because it's only been a little over 3 months since the accidental marriage in Las Vegas. We planned to have waited longer before having a proper ceremony, but the longer we waited, the more impatient we got, and the more we settled into the life of no longer just being boyfriend and girlfriend. Him referring to me as his wife every chance he got, and constantly kissing the tattoo on my ring finger, I quickly realized there's no better life to be living – and no better person to be living it with.

We're no 90 Day Fiancé couple, but we're certainly as wild as one; but that's a Max and Y/n thing. We're crazy and wild, which is exactly why he's the perfect half to mine.

"Ready, meine Frau ?"

Getting comfortable, I kick my heels off and curl my legs up onto the seat. My hand crawls into his lap to find his, our fingers immediately intertwining as if it's second nature.

"For forever with you ?"

Max presses the start button, the car vibrating around me as it roars to life.

"Are you ready for that, liefie ? For forever with me ?" his smile tells me clearly he's not looking for any sort of true reassurance. He knows how boundless my love for him is.

Smirking, my gaze rakes over his body in his perfectly tailored suit, the fit hugging him in all the right places. A hungry feeling begins to simmer in my core, and as soon as I look up, that light simmer bubbles into a raging boil.

Max's eyes are significantly darker now. His pretty lips fall open slightly when my hand releases his, to inch up his muscled thigh. Curling my fingers around the very top of his thigh, my lips quirking up at the feeling of something growing against my knuckles. Something that's hardening by the second.

"Drive, and I'll show you just how ready I am, mein Ehemann."

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 wild doesn't even begin to describe what our forever is going to be like, my liefie 💌 @yn_wolffstappen

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zkdlin I cried, so many tears.

danielricciardo the ceremony was so beautiful, so happy for u guys 🫂

yn_wolffstappen well, we're a wild pair, aren't we love ?

maxyn SO THE TATTOOS WERE REAL !?

stppn and charles lied by saying it was just sharpie 😭💀

yn_wolffstappen CHAR SAID THAT 🤣 !?

charles_leclerc I was covering for you two at the time !

maxverstappen1 thanks charles, appreciate it 😂

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[chaoticbardlady99]

WIP Friday cause I missed Wednesday

Here is a short snippet from Floozy (Astarion x OC), Floozy is just the title more for the irony because like they both learn they are more than just sex

It’s basically a fake dating plot and the two stupids fall in love

Thanks for the tag @preciouslittlebhaalbae !!!

She’s rather adorable with her pouty lips and her eyebrows furrowed. Astarion hates to admit that he understands why she has so many regulars now. He had to bring quite a few people to Cazador in his little misguided vengeance plot.

Shit, he begins to panic, my smart mouth- Gods dammit.

“I- can we start over?”

Imogen looks at him incredulously.

“You basically called me worthless after you tried to kidnap me for you and Cazador to have your way wi-“

And the flip switches again.

“Now you need to shut the hell up,” Astarion snarls, “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really? Then what happened? Enlighten me!”

He freezes- does she know he’s a spawn or does she think he’s something else entirely? Would she kill him if she knew?

She shakes her head, “At least take some fucking accountability for your decisions before you have the gall to ask me to ‘start over’.”

Astarion’s face twists in fury and he storms off back towards camp. He knows if he’s around her any longer then he has to be he’s going to kill her. It might be better to start working on the Cleric with the ridiculous name.

Shadowheart and Gale are around the fire and making food by the time Astarion gets back- he says his appetite is ruined and goes to the forest to hunt.

It goes miserably- he barely catches the wild boar he just consumed, but it still isn’t enough. He still feels weak and tired.

So he attempts to catch another Wild Boar. This one is craftier than the last- racing across different terrains and using Astarion’s lack of reaction time against him. He finally thinks he may be closing in on the Boar when it goes running out on an arch of rocks, but Astarion slips on the seafoam coating it and goes crashing face forward into the water near the beach Imogen had been cleaning her bedrolls with. He hears her shriek in surprise as his body hits the water, but Astarion is panicking for another reason entirely- he doesn’t know how to fucking swim.

You do not need to breathe- calm down! Stop thrashing!

Except he refuses to listen to his brain- his body is too invested in trying to survive like it’s a silly, weak mortal than a Vampire Spawn.

A sense of calm washes over him and Astarion’s tunnel vision begins to go away- he is pulled up out of the water by underneath his arms and pulled to the shore. He is still in shock- unable to say anything or even ask who this person is.

Of course it’s Imogen and she is laughing really really hard.

“I- I’m so sorry-” she snorts, “are- are you okay?”

“Oh yes, Dear, I am just peachy,” he says with a scoff, taking off his doublet and shaking it dry, “fucking beasts.”

“Ah- you were hunting that boar? I was wondering why it was so overtly cheerful and screaming ‘I WON’ as it went running away,” she teases in spite of herself, “I thought vampires were supposed to be Apex predators.”

“Yes- well,” he says sharply, “not all of us get the luxury to hunt or have a proper fucking meal for centuries on end so forgive me if I lack a skill I was never allowed to develop in the first place!”

There is complete silence and Astarion isn’t necessarily thrilled with himself for admitting his weakness and flaws to her so openly. It’s embarrassing how powerless Astarion is in regards to his situation and how he has to beg for the scraps of dead, rotting rats just to relieve some of the pain in his stomach. He is so hungry- he just wanted a second boar.

“Are you capable of stopping yourself? Before you… kill someone?”

The question is odd and confusing- Astarion turns around and looks at Imogen with a lifted eyebrow.

“While drinking their blood- I mean.”

“I wouldn’t know,” he says plainly, “I have never had the chance.”

Imogen is thinking- that much he can tell- what about is the biggest concern to Astarion right now.

“What?”

She studies his face for a moment longer, her lips screwed to the side in thought and one cheek jutted out before she finally answers.

“You can drink from me- if you want,” she says slowly, “I think Gale has a scroll of Revivify so if you do… kill me- the deal is you steal it, resurrect me, and we don’t tell a soul what happened.”

Astarion is really confused now.

“I thought you hated me?”

“I don’t hate you, I am merely very angry with you,” she says thoughtfully, “but I think watching you take an impromptu bath helped immensely.”

He looks at her with unamused eyes and she just giggles at him- walking over with a dry rag from her cleaning station and handing it to him to dry his hair off. He accepts it begrudgingly, but continues to think on her offer.

Astarion really really does not want to be at someone else’s mercy, but a consistent food resource is a must if he plans on surviving this journey and eventually killing Cazador. It would also help to keep his vampirism a secret a bit longer if only one other person in camp knows.

However, he isn’t allowed to drink from thinking creatures- Cazador forbids it, but what Cazador doesn’t know won’t hurt him or Astarion and it’s not like Cazador is present in his head now. He feels free of him- it would be safe to indulge.

Right?

And Gods- he is fucking starving and desperate. It must be obvious enough for her to offer and after 200 years of pure shit, he definitely deserves to drink the blood of a beautiful woman.

“I- I would greatly appreciate it if you would be willing to let me feed from you,” he says sheepishly, “I just need a little bit and I won’t hurt you- I swear.”

“I know- I believe you,” she flashes him her signature smile.

So this is how someone gets as many regulars who talk as highly about them as she does. Imogen is open and willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt. Some of her regulars were not good people, but they were good to her. It was like she was a home for all the sinners- a saint amongst humanoid-kind. Astarion would be more annoyed if he wasn’t at her mercy right now.

Astarion is trying to calm his excitement as they go walking further down the beach to a much more secluded spot behind a rock- neither one of them wants to attract the attention of a well meaning stranger who thinks they are saving the beautiful damsel.

Imogen lays down and brushes her hair to the side- putting both of her arms awkwardly to the side. She is as stiff as a corpse and Astarion can’t help but laugh.

“Not a normal part of your services, I take it?”

“Ha!” she snorts, “no, but thanks for the idea. I’m going to charge a small fortune for this from now on!”

“Shit.”

Imogen throws her head back in laughter. She has a good sense of humor or at least he hopes it’s humor- he doesn’t have a single coin to his name.

They both look at each other- both nervous, him to kill her and be staked by their other two companions and her being drained dry and left to rot out in the sun. Both of them are putting quite a lot of trust into each other right now.

“Uh, count of three?” She says awkwardly.

“What?”

“Bite on the count of thre-“

Astarion just goes for it and she gasps underneath him- her hands clutching at his shoulders and her fingers digging into them.

She tastes incredible, like a nice vintage, and her racing heartbeat just spurs his instincts on. There is even the slightest hint of… arousal? Astarion smiles in spite of himself.

Got you.

If this feels good for her too, then maybe he’s the one who should be charging.

The warmth of her life force courses through his body and he can feel the slightest phantom heartbeat in his chest from finally having a proper meal.

Astarion feels incredible- his head has never been clear and his persistent agitation with the universe has lifted.

He finally feels happy.

“As-Astarion-“ Imogen’s voice is weak, but the predator in him doesn’t care, “I… I don’t feel…”

He barely manages to pull himself away and she is blinking hazily through the blood loss. Astarion can’t help but feel slightly alarmed- he didn’t think about draining her too much and then having to carry her back to camp in this state.

“Just give me… minute,” she yawns, “I know lesser… restor….”

“You won’t be able to cast it if you fall asleep,” he says, “do you have a healing potion or something?”

“Huh- that would have been a good idea,” she says lazily, “remember that for next time.”

Astarion laughs, positively giddy that there will be a “next time”, and he doesn’t know why, but his face falls into the crook of her neck- lapping absentmindedly at the wound. A whine of pleasure leaves her throat and Astarion smirks- his hand trailing down her body and going to her navel. She grabs his hand, jolting him from his thoughts.

“Astarion,” she says softly, “I was joking earlier- please don’t feel like you owe me something.

“A health potion would be nice though.”

Astarion removes his face from her neck and looks at her with shock- unfortunately he isn’t given much time to collect his thoughts.

“Oh holy shit.”

No pressure tag: @bg3-stole-my-soul @bg-brainrot @amica-aenigmata-naboo

[stressed-out-sloth]

SBI Vampire AU: Millennium Snow

A few months ago, I wanted to read some Vampire SBI fics, but I noticed that most of them have Dark!SBI, especially if Tommy starts out human. So I decided that I wanted to make a more wholesome crimeboys-centric vampire AU without Dark!SBI. Don’t worry, there’s still angst.

This Au is based on the manga “Millennium Snow”, which was created by the same author as Ouran Highschool Host Club. I highly recommend it, but this AU does have some minor spoilers about the manga so be warned.

Without further ado, here’s the AU!

Tommy is a human who was born very weak and sickly. He’s practically lived his whole life in the hospital. He’s determined to get better though, he constantly tells everyone about his list of things he wants to do once he’s healthy 

Unfortunately, Tommy isn’t always cooperative, which often leads to him escaping the hospital whenever he’s too bored of being cooped up inside

One day during one of his escapes, Tommy runs into Wilbur, who he accidentally discovers is a vampire

Being the curious little gremlin he is, Tommy is determined to follow Wilbur and pester him with questions about vampires. At first, Wilbur refuses but is worn down by Tommy’s stubbornness and persistence

So Wilbur tells Tommy about vampires, the kind of powers they have, how a lot of info about vampires are inaccurate. Eventually, they get to the topic about food and lifespans

Wilbur tells Tommy that the average vampire’s lifespan is around 1,000 years, and that usually when a vampire becomes an adult they look for a human to form a contract with.  

When a contract is made, the human will age at the same rate as a vampire, can’t get sick, and will heal from injuries slightly faster than normal. In exchange, the human becomes a consistent and reliable source of blood for the vampire. 

Both parties have to agree in order to establish the contract, it can’t ever be forced. Vampires can only make this contract once in a lifetime, if their contracted human dies they can’t do it again. The same goes for the human, and if the vampire dies then the human goes back to being a normal human

Wilbur tells Tommy he should have formed a contract a few years ago, but didn’t because he hates the taste of blood and can gain energy other ways

After Wilbur’s explanation, Tommy asks if he can see Wilbur again, and Wilbur agrees

For the next few days the two of them start hanging out and start to become friends. Tommy tells Wilbur about his list and all the things he wants to do (but doesn’t mention being sick/hospitalized) and Wilbur shows Tommy his music and tells stories about his family. 

But then, they witness a car accident. The driver is ok for the most part but they cut themselves pretty badly and are bleeding a lot. Tommy looks at Wilbur and sees that he has a wild, hungry look in his eyes

Tommy manages to drag Wilbur away and asks what happened. Wilbur confesses that he lied when he said he didn’t like blood and admits that he’s suffering from severe anemia because he refuses to drink blood

Tommy then begs for Wilbur to make the contract with him. Wilbur refuses and is actually hurt that Tommy would suggest that. He thought Tommy would be different, that he wouldn’t be greedy and ask to make the contract just because of a longer lifespan

Wilbur’s about to walk away when Tommy collapses all of a sudden. He is rushed to the hospital and all the doctors and nurses try to help him but there’s nothing they can do

Tommy is dying

Right before he dies, time freezes and there’s Wilbur. He tells Tommy that he can only freeze time for a few minutes, and that he wanted to talk to Tommy one more time

When Wilbur asks Tommy why he didn’t tell him he was sick, Tommy says he didn’t want pity and he wanted at least one person to not treat him like he was fragile

Tommy apologizes to Wilbur for asking to make the contract even though he knew there was a reason why Wilbur didn’t want to 

Tommy then confesses that he knew he was going to die soon, that he wasn’t going to get better no matter how much he wanted to. The list of things he wanted to do was just him lying to himself and to make others feel better

He thanks Wilbur for being his friend, for helping him make some good memories and staying with him in his last moments

Tommy then says he hopes that one day Wilbur will find someone to form a contract with, someone who will love and accept him no matter how ling they’re together

He thanks Wilbur for everything one last time before time restarts and Tommy is dying again

For a while, Wilbur just stands there, frozen, still comprehending what Tommy said. It isn’t until he hears the the heart monitor flatline that Wilbur decides he has to do something

He rushes to Tommy’s side and bites his wrist so that he’s bleeding and then somehow force feeds it to Tommy. A few seconds after he swallows, Tommy’s heart restarts

When Tommy wakes up, he’s surprised to find out that not only is he not dead, but that he somehow feels better than he has in a long time. He actually feels healthy

Wilbur pays Tommy a visit and explains that he gave Tommy his blood, which gave him some of his life essence. This has made Tommy 100% healthy, but it won’t last forever. Wilbur estimates that Tommy has a year before the life essence wears out and he’s back to being sick again

Tommy is more than fine with that, he now has a chance to get to do all the things he wanted to do once he was healthy. He invites Wilbur to come along, and he agrees

So Crimeboys go out on these adventures, trying to do as many things on Tommy’s list as possible before the year is up

Along the way, Tommy meets Phil, Wilbur’s vampire father along with Technoblade, Phil’s best friend, contract human, and pseudo-uncle to Wilbur. They all get along great and once Phil and Techno find out about Tommy’s situation, they decide to tag along 

As they go out on these adventures, Wilbur grows a lot closer to Tommy to the point where he sees him more as a little brother than a friend. He also slowly begins to heal from whatever trauma/insecurities made him not want to form a contract in the first place

Wilbur realizes that he doesn’t want his time with Tommy to end, he doesn’t want him to die. He wants Tommy to always be by his side, smiling and laughing and bickering the way brothers do

But Wilbur also doesn’t want to force Tommy into a contract if he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to take advantage of Tommy’s illness and essentially blackmail him. He wants Tommy to also want to make the contract. So he doesn’t bring it up

Tommy also feels the same way. He thought that knowing he would die in a year would make it easier to not have regrets, but that’s not the case. He doesn’t want to die, but more than that he wants to be with Wilbur (and also Phil and Techno)

But Tommy doesn’t want to be selfish and ask to make a contract when Wilbur doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want Wilbur to think he’s greedy and only wants to form a contract so that he’ll live longer. So Tommy doesn’t ask

Meanwhile, Techno, Phil, and everyone else around them are tired and frustrated because it is so obvious how they feel but they refuse to actually talk to each other

A year goes by and they got most of the things off of Tommy’s list. Soon enough, Wilbur’s blood wears off and Tommy is back to being sick in the hospital again

As they’re sitting together in the hospital together with Tommy slowly dying again, Tommy thanks Wilbur for everything he’s done for him. Tommy then confesses to Wilbur about wanting to form a contract so that they can stay together but was afraid to say anything because he didn’t want to seem selfish or greedy

Wilbur tells Tommy he also wants to form a contract, and when Tommy asks if he’s sure, Wilbur says there’s no one else he’d rather have by his side for the next 1,000 years

They form the contract then and there, Soon, Tommy fully recovers and leaves the hospital for the last time. He goes to live with Wilbur and with Phil and Techno, they go on even more adventures, together.

And that’s the AU! Wow that took a lot longer to write than I thought. Let me know what you think! Until next time!

[seeingteacupsindragons]

I'm not sure if this is too broad of a prompt, and obviously only if it feels interesting, but:

"trapped in a jungle base"

You have earned 419 words of unedited nonsense that's practically all dialogue. This immediately made me think of Return of the Jedi, so it's sci-fi. Hope you're into that.

I'll do any more of these later; I gotta get to bed soon for work in the am.

“How much longer ‘til Cap’n gets here with the rest of the crew again?”

“Last I checked the signal, he was only three hours out. ‘N that was five minutes ago, Raylin.”

And I’d spent those five minutes eyeing the wild cats outside. Not a species I recognized, and even if the fort had some xenobiology textbooks, I didn’t care to read ‘em right then. Now if they had something more like a sharp stick to wave at ‘em to keep ‘em out…

But it didn’t—or it did, but the wet jungle rain had rotted the rust spear tips right off their poles. So you know. Same thing at the beginning and end of the goddamn day. Either way the steak was cut, the cats were eyeing us like we were dinner and reinforcements were three hours out.

Two hours and fifty-five minutes. What the fuck ever.

“So like. We know if these things like human?”

“Like human, as in, are friendly with the species, or like human, as in the taste?”

“My grammar ain’t that bad, Jerrod.”

“Dunno. Don’t think much of anything likes human. We’re too stringy, I hear.”

“Hear from someone who ate one of us?”

“I guess so.”

“Well, ain’t that so damn comforting, then.”

“We don’t have any records of causalities in this system.”

Yet. That was a big yet. And we were still out of weapons. “Cap’n’s gonna have our asses for needing a rescue like that. There goes that promotion you wanted.”

“Well,” Jerrod said, thoughtfully. “We could try to figure out how to get out of here ourselves.”

The cats prowled around the door again. “I’m all ears if you got any ideas, but it better be a good one.”

“Maybe they’re sentient.”

“Does it matter if they’re sentient if they want to eat us?”

Jerrod ignored me and leaned forward, just enough that his mouth was against the screen. One of the cats pounced closer—just close enough for me to jump half out of my skin but not close enough to knock the screen out. Careful balance, that one.

“Hi,” he said, because why be casual with the cats you’re trying to impress. “Do you have someone we could talk to about this area?”

The cat responded with a growl and a swipe near his face. Jerrod backed up in a right hurry.

“Bad idea,” I said. “You got anything better?”

“That promotion isn’t worth getting eaten.”

Couldn’t have agreed more.

Hoped the cats weren’t too hungry, then.

[waywardtavsanddurges]

Tav/Durge/Companion 20 Questions

I was tagged by a few people to do this on my multimuse but I wanna do it for my OC babies, so here it goes.

And I tag anybody who wants to do it that hasn't already!

I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

Felyn smells like earth and mushrooms, with a tangier smell the longer she goes without a wash.

Il. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

Probably similar to how she smells. Very earthy, musky, a bit mushroom-ie but maybe a little sweeter than she smells.

Ill. how would they kiss their LI?

Possessively, hungry, desperate. She seems really reserved, but there's no subtlety when it comes to the ones she loves. Even her gentlest kisses are quick and rough.

IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

She trances totally sprawled out, limbs wild, probably tangled up with her partner's in some way. Her on her back and her lover resting their head on her chest with her arm wrapped around them would be a very common position.

V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

She finds the most remote, most covered part of the area, usually in a corner/cranny/crevice. Usually a place she can see the rest of the camp and keep a watchful eye on everyone and everything that is coming and going.

VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

Very simple, just a black or dark grey base with white or light grey lettering. She's not a flashy person.

VIl. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

Rocks, especially moss or lichen covered rocks. Nothing sparkly either, just basic river rocks. She has a rock garden back in Menzoberanzzan, one of the few things she actually cherishes back home, and it consists of at least one rock from everywhere she's adventured. She also collects mushrooms and mushroom spores, because mushroom cultivation is one of her hobbies.

VIlI. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

Definitely more on the literature side, not necessarily magical because aside from her ranger spells she doesn't touch magic. But she like to read reference material, histories, especially from different perspectives. She finds it fascinating to read about what the surfacers think of the Underdark races and vice-versa.

IX. if they had to be put in a "get along shirt" with a companion, who would it be?

Probably Wyll, or Halsin. Their heroic-goodie-two-shoes crap would drive her bonkers, and she'd probably be pretty cruel towards Wyll when it comes to his pact and Mizora and all that. As far as Halsin goes, she'll definitely gang up with Minthara in camp against the druid.

X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

Animals, no doubt. Speaking to the dead kinda creeps her out, honestly, and she'd rather not disturb their remains.

XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?

No.

XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Whoever it is better sleep with their weapon in hand. She won't really care what is being said, just the fact that rumors or lies or personal information is being passed around all willy-nilly will have her rolling heads and slitting throats.

XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Her laugh is dry and quick, she rarely belly laughs from a joke, and only around people she's comfortable with, which is really few and far between. As for what makes her laugh, she is a fan of dumb puns, and she does laugh at physical misfortune that befalls someone. She'd be a fan of Jackass in modern day.

XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

She will eventually develop some inside jokes, but it takes a lot for her to open up. When she does, though, everything will be a joke.

XV. what's the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

Plain and simple, made of linen, grey in color, loose-fitting as to make for ease of movement.

XVI. what's the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

Plain black thong. No bra. Let them tiddies be free.

XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?

She doesn't, mostly because she doesn't know what day she was born. The closest she has is the day that she was basically signed over to House Baenre in exchange for protection and peace for her birth-House.

XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

Forensic Files. Snapped. Any of the Law and Orders, but especially SVU because Detective Olivia Benson is all she would strive to be. Bones. And yes, they would have very little choice in the matter.

XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what's the title + description?

I don't yet, but I'm working on one. It would just be titled Playlist, and it would have a lot of nordic folk music, punk rock, angry emo rock, and pirate shanties.

XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

Sharp objects you probably don't want to be grabbing with your hands. And rocks.

[littleladymab]

FebruarOC - Uriah

Hey hi hello did you know i'm obsessed with this guy? As I said in SWBC, I can't stop spinning him around like a rotisserie chicken in my head. 

I created his counterpart Kaedmon a few months ago (and I'll talk about her at the end of the month as a bonus character) and came up with Uriah in January! He's only slightly less new than Quin and Horatio, but I named them all at the same time. 

For January in SWBC, we read Phasma. My thoughts on the book aside, the framing narrative was someone in the First Order apprehended a Resistance pilot and then fudged the paperwork or something I guess so that there was no record of her being arrested and held on the ship and dragged her away to question her about Phasma. I have so many questions, but the biggest one came down to: Why are you going to nickname your rival Resistance spy/pilot Starling and the all-red armored NOT Elrik Vonreg from SW Resistance First Order guy Cardinal and NOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT THAT? Honestly I got a lot more mad about that than I did anything else in the book, because everything else I just shrugged off but that was the biggest missed opportunity. Also his "I love the First Order and everything it stands for" to "what am I doing with my life (but I still love the first order)" took a grand total of like 48 hours TOPS and wasn't... good. It just wasn't well done. 

So I came away from that book CRAVING spy v spy content. And, well, my Jedi OC is also a Fulcrum agent, so like, it made sense, right, to then make an ISB agent to be against her? 

I settled on his ISB designation before I did a name and it was mostly as a joke that had made sense to me at the time?? But now he's ISB-789 and Kaedmon calls him "Hungry 8's" and when he goes "???" she says "you know, because seven ate nine?" and he asks "Not to encourage this but then shouldn't I be hungry 7's?" and she says "No :)"

He's 20 at the end of the clone wars, and a full agent of ISB by 25, so that makes him about 40 by the end of the galactic civil war. He's from a planet at the far end of the Outer Rim, close to Wild Space but still part of the imperial "jurisdiction" (I haven't settled on any currently existing planet or not), but because he's great with accents to help him blend in, he's able to immediately adapt the core world accent. (he's not that great with the languages tho) He has a younger sister who he helped put through a fancy school on Coruscant and she's a nature photographer; their parents still live back on their home planet, despite Uriah offering to help them live in the Empire. 

More recently for SWBC we read Battlefront II: Inferno Squad and that is truly what made me start rotating him around even faster in my brain -- they're not ISB, but they're working for ISB and they go undercover into a rebel op to try and destroy it and/or find a data leak and now THAT IS THE SPY SHIT I WANTED and so instead of creating a character out of frustration I just started spinning him at warp speeds to pick up any of the stray pieces of inspo floating around. But more to the point, it was a good exercise at listening to Imperial minds in a way that didn't make them see like big joke clowns like can happen. 

So it'll be fun to lean into that when writing for Uriah because you get to see him fully believing in what he's working for, as a field operative infiltrating smuggling rings and drug gangs etc to make the galaxy a better place in the early part of the Empire -- but then as it goes on longer and longer and he gets more involved (tangentially) with the rebellion through Kaedmon, and ISB/the empire being less and less interested in investigating corruption in certain aspects, that building disillusion with their place and so on. 

And not to "diversity win!" the empire, but he's a trans guy! He gave himself the gift of top surgery after being accepted into the Imperial Academy. 

In my thoughts about how they interact with canon, I did jot down that Uriah probably knows Kallus as they're about the same age and ISB agents -- though while Kallus went on to be as you see him in Rebels, Uriah does mostly undercover work. So when Kallus joins the Rebels, Kaedmon will get to know him... and when Uriah finds out that Kallus is also Fulcrum, he about loses his whole damn mind and probably pulls a muscle laughing so hard. 

I did write like 2200 words of an outline for him and Kaedmon, and I was fully going to sit down and write how the two of them met but my brain has been absent like all evening so I'll probably do a double big drabble for the two of them at the end of the month.

[paranoidpoltergeist]

Transformers: Cyberverse Review (2/2)

So I finally watched cyberverse and figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and do my review while I was at it instead of having to rewatch it later. This ended up being so much longer than I expected and I tried to look back over it to the best of my ability but I wrote these directly after finishing each season so at some very odd hours of the day if anything is worded weirdly sorry about that. Please keep in mind this is my opinion and you might not agree:) Season 3:

Lemme start this off by saying I was so excited to see G1-Esque Laserbeak again but the absolute BUTCHERING of my boy drifts character. I was so sad dude, let him have his redemption arc:( plus Hot Rod, Cheetor, and Shockwave dying?! Not even right. I also lied because episode 5 of this season is the most confusing thing I’ve ever seen. I am so completely lost. How is Hot Rod back? What is even happening? Is that squid thing a Quintessons? Two of which were partially answered. Next episode we find out what happened with Hot Rod and you’ll notice one great detail here that was missing from season 2 THEY EXPLAIN WHAT WAS GOING ON.

 So far the pacing feels a lot better even if the random time skip is a bit odd, BUT WIRL IS HERE AND HE’S GREAT. STUNTICONS well Stunticon, Dead End is great, I love his design even though I had no idea it was him at first. I don’t know if Hot Rod's voice actor had a cold or something while they were recording this but he was just constantly whispering and it made it so hard to take him seriously bc he’d be yelling somebodies name and it just sounded so flat. I didn’t think I’d like Perceptor at first but I ended up liking him a lot, Soundwave as always was great. I figure I’ll have a soft spot for this version for a long time, now if they’d just let him have all his cassettes back.

 As of episode 12, Skywarp has been name-dropped once, and while I think I know which one she is she hasn’t been introduced yet and I’m on my hands and knees absolutely begging rn PLEASE let us have Skywarp. SPOILER ALERT SHE NEVER SAYS ANYTHING. I am devastated, Skywarp has got to be one of my favorite characters so every time I hear his name mentioned anywhere near a show or movie I get straight giddy bc we see Skywarp less than TC which honestly is a feat so you can imagine how sad I was when after being name-dropped AS THE COMMANDER she doesn’t get a single voice line. Finally, get TC and Warp and have them ripped away. L. In other news, have I mentioned that Starscream’s upgrades are the goofiest yet? Because they are. Judge Starscream has got to be the single worst thing to come out of any piece of transformers media like ever.

 When I tell you I gasped when Megatron admitted he mistreated Starscream, never in a million years did I see that coming. I mean part of it is that Screamer got power-hungry, that his ambitions were too large, that he went a little crazy along the way, but part of it was that he was hurt. Does that excuse him deciding his entire world needed to be destroyed? No definitely not. I feel a character study coming along, but this isn’t the time or place so instead, I’LL TELL YOU HOW HYPED I WAS TO SEE ASTROTRAIN AND THE INSECTICONS. Hey, I’ll let you guess which faction is my favorite lol. The rest of this season is straight goofy and it’s mostly filler. Wild Wild Wheel, in particular, is one I want to touch on. It’s surprising how often the media does this but, as hurt as I know I’d be if I was left behind by my team I feel like you’d also have to realize well it’s war and casualties are in abundance. Someone goes missing and you usually have to assume they’re dead.  The last episode was a bit weird but it was alright. In the end, this season wasn't bad at all but I do wish they'd cut it off at episode 18 and said the rest was season 4 or something. 7/10

Season 4:

This season was weird and I loved it and hated it. The first episode was great but the second one dude I’m so sad. I wish Astrotrain had more screen time I feel like he could have been a super cool character but alas he’s the 207th Decepticon gone. They killed the entirety of high command I was clinging to Soundwave and they VAPORIZED HIM. The way he went out was so sick but man you could have let us have at least one. 

 Now to the actual review part. I loved the Dinobots it was a different take on their story and I liked it. Letting them be an actual combiner was cool but Soundblaster destroying literal planets over a beatbox competition is the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. The story flowed pretty well honestly, though I almost immediately knew what they were doing when Tarn showed up. The look my mom gave when I screamed “IS THAT TARN?!” was great but I did NOT expect the Megatron bashing they had him do lol. It’s a little hard to compare this season with the others because it's so different but I liked it, it was enjoyable. 6.5/10

  

How my system works:

When I do these reviews I base them on a couple of things 1.) What made it different 2.) How enjoyable is it 3.) How’s the plot, pacing, character designs, etc? So while I might really like a character there’s still a chance I’ll dock points because they didn’t just create a new character altogether instead of just stealing a name.

What makes it different?

Most of the changes they made were good. I loved 90% of the design changes, I even really liked the way they used the plot and what we already know from the original story. As confusing as our initial time skip is, it's not hard to fill in the blanks with any other continuities time on earth. So we skip the stuff we already know and instead get new stuff, which kept me interested! However, this part could have been really hard to understand for new viewers. Their approach to the Quintessons was a tad weird but it worked so I’m not complaining. 7.5/10

How enjoyable is it?

It was pretty good. I liked it and despite them killing off half the characters I liked I never felt like throwing my phone down and not watching anymore. It kept me interested and for the most part, it wasn't way too easy to guess exactly what was gonna happen. The number of characters they’d name-drop just to never use physically hurt me and sometimes I’d get frustrated with how they used certain characters or how they set something up or their weird time skips but so I’d pause it, get up to grab some water or something and get right back to it. Which for me is pretty good. 6.5/10

How’s the plot?  

Despite the plotholes, the plot was good. They made it different but close enough I’d still be able to tell it's Transformers if they took away the name. Sometimes the way they won *cough* cybertroniansunitething *cough* was odd but all in all, it's fine. I thought the parade loop was creative and interesting to watch. The apocalypse part was honestly my favorite but I wish Hot Rod's frustration led to something. You win some you lose some ig. 6.5/10

How was the pacing?

The pacing was ok in most episodes. (I’m looking at you Sea of Tranquility) They managed to bring back the absolute mess I feared season 2 would be so I’m giving them points for that. Again the time skips can be weird but close to every episode BUT SEA OF TRANQUILITY THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE did a pretty good job closing up those gaps for us. 6/10

How were the character designs? 

I’ve already partially touched on this but it usually needs its own section so without further ado. Two-thirds of Starscream’s upgrades are the worst, most terrible horrifying things and I hate them with a burning passion. His original design however I liked and his voice actor did a great job. I liked almost everyone's designs until the Allspark got involved EXCEPT FOR JETFIRE whose design was just ok. I’m just kinda sad he wasn’t our gentle giant. That and he was really annoying, sorry anybody who liked him. 8/10 

 Overall: I think I have more conflicting feelings over this show than I do Micheal Bay's first TMNT movie, except its none of the low expectations or nostalgia and all mild confusion. This show is… weird, it was interesting and enjoyable despite Hasbro's never-ending fear of new characters. They took an old premise and made it new even if I can never forgive them for Judge Starscream, they kept the character designs reminiscent of G1 but still kept them fresh and I really liked it. I wish they used the Titans and Insecticons more or expanded on the multiverse part and it could have been interesting to see some of the other combiners. They might have had plans to use some of that before the show got canceled but we’ll never know. 

Overall score: 6/10

[pagingharu]

Name: Rune Vilulf

Age: 22

Height: 6’2”

MBTI: ESTP-A

Main Theme Song: True Blue by Boygenius

Occupation: Seafaring Trader and Dragon Rider (formerly a criminal)

Bio: Growing up, Rune was trained to be a warrior by his father who was never satisfied with his accomplishments and progress. Eventually, the man abandoned his own son, leaving the boy to fend for himself on the streets but, fortunately for him, he was quick to adapt.

He then meets Gitta, and pitied her when no one wanted to take her in. He taught her how to survive as they traveled around, but parted ways after a dragon clawed his back and he was left to heal while Gitta ran away. The two then began bumping into each other in their travels.

While still young, Rune was notorious for being cold blooded, using any means to get his way. Though this didn’t stop him from taking others under his wing, reminding him of Gitta who he sees as a younger sister. He became a leader of sorts, and having realized this, he decided to steer them to the right path starting with changing himself. Though he’d sometimes slip into old habits from time to time.

A summary of his relationship with his father: 

"I needed a soldier. You wanted a father."

"Well I guess we're both disappointed then."

After his mother died in an attack, his father became obsessed with training a young Rune so he wouldn’t meet the same tragic fate. Although the longer this went on, the more his father lost his way of being a good father to him. Stripped of family love from losing both parents (mother, dead; father, a changed man), Rune had no one to turn to while the harsh training and beatings (when he failed to meet expectations) happened. 

During those times, he was told again and again that his wants don’t matter (he kinda passed it down to Gitta but in a kinder and gentler way. "Gitta, this want of searching for any clues of your family won’t help us. it wont feed our hungry tummies. You have to know this is for the better."). After years of anger and depression eating at his father, the man eventually abandoned Rune, saying he’ll never be good enough to be his son.

Personality: passionate yet tired, confident, loyal to a fault, hopeful romantic, daring but this makes him prone to crossing people’s boundaries, shares the same spontaneity as Gitta but is more grounded, sociable like an extrovert adopting introverts, goes by the saying “Do it scared anyway”

A.K.A. Rune is a driven, action-oriented person who thinks life should be an adventure or not at all

Scars: He has 4 scars in total: 3 on his back, and 1 on his face. He got his back scars when he was young after shielding Gitta from being picked up by a dragon when the town they were at got raided. His back got clawed in the process, and he was left traumatized. As for his face scar, he got it from his father when they unexpectedly reunited in his travels— causing a fight to break out in the tavern.

Dragons: He’s terrified of them at first, remembering the time a dragon clawed his back. But upon realizing that dragons are all around in his world, he’d try and find ways to work with his fear rather than overcome it (something his father would surely be disappointed with). After befriending a Shockjaw, he’d grow a bias on it saying it’s not like other dragons

Shockjaw: While on the search for Gitta after her Triple Stryke appeared before him without its rider, Rune found a Shockjaw being captured by dragon trappers. He didn’t hesitate to attack them and interfere with the activity, saving the dragon in the process and releasing it back to the wild. While scared of dragons, he didn’t want to stand by and watch it all happen just like that.

Eventually, Rune realized that the very same Shockjaw he and his crew saved followed after them in their travels. It kept its distance from the ship at first, usually lurking from afar, and upon realizing it meant no harm, some of the crew tried feeding it, though the Shockjaw never went close enough for it.

The crew then tried to get Rune himself to feed it, thinking maybe something would happen if its hero did it. While skeptical and scared at first, the Shockjaw actually answered and went closer this time when it saw Rune about to feed it. The dragon becomes his companion in his seafaring trades and the two have stuck with each other since. He eventually names his Shockjaw as Boltsnap, though Gitta prefers calling him Seaweed for his color.

Fun Facts:

>He hates being called a pretty boy, thinking it reduces him to being just that

>While he’s learning to put his criminal life behind him, he would still be game to murder someone— and do other criminal acts— if need be, what more if it meant to help a friend

>He grew up too fast, too soon given his circumstances, and never got the chance to experience a proper childhood

>Has never made peace with his father, and knows that he might never get to. Maybe this is why he takes in underdogs; to give them another chance? Something his father never gave him

>Refuses to settle down in one place, feeling like he might miss something if he does. When he decided to turn things around, in his eyes, being a seafaring trader still gave him the excuse to go around, while keeping himself and his crew afloat

>He still has old wanted posters up in some tribes/villages

[love-seared]

five songs that remind you of your muse.

tagged: @strongfuck

tagging: @therelignedstars @threadsandwings (for either borderlands v or trigun!) @ninevoltcolt

Plastic Hearts - Miley Cyrus

I've been California dreamin' Plastic hearts are bleedin' Keep me up all night (keep me up) Keep me up all night (all night) Lost in black hole conversation Sunrise suffocation Keep me up all night (keep me up) Keep me up all night I just wanna feel (feel) I just wanna feel somethin' (feel somethin' now) But I keep feeling nothin' all night long

This is such a good description for how Arryn feels working for Hyperion, any and all verses. It’s stifling, the attitudes are so detestable. But she is looking for entertainment from her usual drag of a day. This song conjures the image of Arryn begging for a potential lover to continue doing activities in a ploy to not let it end. Be it a good date, or just feeling a good connection, it makes her dread going to bed, hoping this wasn’t all going to disappear tomorrow. To live in that joy longer. She fears that she can’t have a meaningful connection that will last. 

It’s My House - Diana Ross

There's a welcome mat at the door And if you come on in You're gonna get much more I put my name in the ceilin' above 'cause it was built for love It was built for love

The house and home is something that is really important to Arryn, her goal being to create her own home, some place safe where people want to visit, a place to share. It could be a shack in the middle of no where, so long as it was safe and quiet, she is happy. The house reflects yourself, your state and how you live your day. She so badly wants to be comfortable and craves that feeling. 

Your Cat - Slaughter Beach, Dog 

But all of the kids I met on campus Are settled down beside the sea Some days I wish that I could be that Sometimes I forget to spit out the seeds I'll make it through this if it kills me And when it kills me I'll come back Jesus will make me a disciple Or maybe he'll let me be your cat

That craving for belonging that will never be satiated by the simple fact that no matter how old you get it’s not in the stars. As Arryn gets older she feels this dissonance. Can’t help but compare your life to others who seem more successful and peaceful. Especially when she becomes a guard and working on Pandora, this feeling that anything to be important, to be close to someone she cares for, even to be as lowly, she would take. This also touches on a common theme of living through something that feels close to death out of spite. 

Feel Better - Penelope Scott 

'Cause someone loved me, someone fuckin' loved me All my filthy life I loved someone I barely knew Goddamn it, I was worth something, I fuckin' learned something And it felt better in my mouth than fresh warm food

The theme of hunger for Arryn really stemmed from this song. The idea of that someones love being food, in a literal sense and metaphorical of which you eat when hungry until none remains. She is starved and she vocalizes this in the lowliest places in her life. As a guard she isn’t provided any resources on Pandora, she is wasting away on a wild goose chase in the name of Jack. But is also willing to give when she has none, she will fail her mission and give what she has for someone to prosper. 

You Told the Drunks I Knew Karate - Zoey Van Goey 

And we just missed the last bus home So we walked it, fueled by adrenaline And when I said that I could do it all again That was a lie, that was a lie, that was a lie Your plans to make it big and conquer Would put Napoleon to shame I'm in a coma on the sofa Until the sun goes down again

This song is from my original playlist for Arryn, like from day one. She was always supposed to be an annoying friend that would get up to no good, dragging her friends into her bullshit. Of course she started as just a psycho who lived in the badlands with a group, but after revamping her over the years that changed. This still applies to her and her recklessness for a fun time. 

[zevraholics]

ZevWarden Week 2022

What is it? A week (this year, September 4th - 10th) of creating new fan content, sharing it, and celebrating the wonderful relationships between your favourite Grey Warden(s) and Zevran Arainai. How to participate: Feel free to follow the daily prompts as inspiration for whatever ZevWarden-related content your heart desires. Fics, art, meta discussions - everything goes! Remember to tag your works appropriately (ie. #nsfw or #zevistair) and most of all, have fun!

Prompts:

Sunday, September 4: Culture

Monday, September 5: Gold

Tuesday, September 6: Fights and Reconciliation

Wednesday, September 7: Alternate Universes

Thursday, September 8: Promises

Friday, September 9: Death

Saturday, September 10: Seasons

Like previous years, we took each prompt and gave it two different spins. Choose whichever inspires you, or take the base prompts in your own direction!

Tag your content with #zevwarden week 2022 or tag us on your post and we’ll reblog it here. *Any art found to be whitewashing Zevran will not be shared.

Day 1 - Sunday, September 4 - Culture

Culture shock "Now, if it is all the same to you, I would prefer not to speak more of Antiva. It makes me wistful and hungry for a proper meal." What does Zevran think about life in Ferelden that we don't get to see in-game? If your Warden and Zevran ever travel anywhere else, what's familiar and what comes as a surprise?

Cultural exchange "Loving a place is not the same as never desiring to be elsewhere." Either at home or abroad, do the Warden and Zevran experience new foods, festivals, or traditions together? How do Zevran and the Warden deal with their cultural differences and similarities?

Day 2 - Monday, September 5 - Gold

Trinkets "You do seem to stumble onto treasure on a regular basis, somehow." Between the infamous earring and all the looting the Warden does over the course of the Blight, it’s easy for the pair of them to accumulate quite a few trinkets. Are there any things in particular they each collect? What kinds of things do they save for each other?

Money "Ah, the bustle of a market district! The pickpocket's home away from home!" We know a little bit about Zevran's relationship to money, but what about the Warden's? Do Zevran and the Warden have enough of it, post-Blight? Do they have more than they know what to do with? How do they make a living and how do they spend what they've got? Also fun for this prompt: stories about stealing or bartering.

Day 3 - Tuesday, September 6 - Fights and Reconciliation

Arguments "You are a very frustrating person to deal with, do you know that?" Do the Warden and Zevran ever fight, either verbally or with weapons? Perhaps your Warden or Zevran (or both) get into a disagreement with somebody else. How do they resolve it or fail to resolve it?

Kiss and make-up "Running a bit hot and cold, are we? Fair enough. Let's get back to business." What helps the Warden and Zevran deal with tension after a tough moment? Are they quick to forgive or does it take them a little longer to work things out? Do they prefer to work things out with conversation or more physically?

Day 4 - Wednesday, September 7 - Alternate Universes

Variations on DAO "Taliesen offered to come to the ambush with me and I said, 'Taliesen, I don't need any help. This Grey Warden is a new recruit. How hard could it be?' But then, if I had been more open-minded to his help, either you would be dead or I would be. So it was better I refused. Huh." What would happen if Zevran met your Warden before the contract? Does your Warden end the Blight in a way the game's endings don't allow? This version of the prompt is for reimagining the story of DAO in a new way.

Completely new setting "I feel like we've just entered a Grand Cleric's bedchambers, where no one has gone before." Got an idea for the characters as vampires, mermaids, or living in a painstakingly historically accurate Qing Dynasty, China? The crew playing D&D in a college AU? Go wild.

Day 5 - Thursday, September 8 - Promises

Promises kept "In truth, for the chance to be by your side, I would storm the Dark City itself." Which promises do Zevran and the Warden make to each other? How do they come to make those promises? Are there ever moments when there is a price to be paid for keeping a promise?

Promises broken "What are promises? There are many kinds, spoken and unspoken, and yet we break them all the same, yes? They do not matter." Do Zevran and the Warden ever break a promise made to each other? Why do they break it—is it for a good reason? How does the other party react?

Day 6 - Friday, September 9 - Death

Near-death experiences "I landed in the river and nearly drowned. I was fished out by some urchins who robbed me blind. Made off with my boots, too. At least they didn't cut my throat." Zevran and the Warden meet for the first time in a failed assassination attempt. Whether dramatic or humorous or some of both, Zevran and the Warden have had many brushes with death in their adventures. Share a moment from one of those times.

Laid to rest "It's unfortunate, but death comes to us all. If not me, then some wasting disease. Or a fall down the stairs.Or at the hands of a darkspawn. It's all relative, in the end." No one escapes death. This is the prompt to share a moment of triumph after a battle, complex feelings after a successful assassination, or offer a character a peaceful death at home.

Day 7 - Saturday, September 10 - Seaons

Seasons of the year "In Antiva it rains often, but the flowers are always in bloom... or so the saying goes." Do Zevran and the Warden celebrate holidays together? Which, and how? Does Zevran struggle with Fereldan winter, and the Warden with Antivan summer? What specific activities do they enjoy doing in each season?

Seasons of life "It's true. I live a charmed life. One of the prostitutes that raised me was a fortune teller. Said I wouldn't die young. She was rather startled by that." As characters hit new life milestones and grow older, what is a significant event that happens in their lives together? Did either of them expect or even wish for that milestone to happen in their life?

[strawbxrryneptune]

Level Two

Word count: 2.6K

Cw: pussyjob, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, oral (fem!receiving), infidelity if you squint, unedited.

This fic and the fics following will contain monster fucking, cucking and threesomes!! If you are not comfortable, try out some of my other works, and Miggi's creations, but if you wish to proceed, remember, sharing is caring.

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@miggiisdumb

From a young age you were taught to keep your emotions in check. Queens must never show weakness to enemies. Crying and screaming were to be left in private, so that you came off as cool and collected. The Mushroom kingdom needs someone level-headed. They need someone they know won't act rashly.

You came to a conclusion that you were the one they needed, the Queen that could handle herself in any situation. You could get a husband, rule a kingdom, maybe even raise some spawns of yourself. You were convinced you had the bag, but now, sitting on a boulder at the falls and watching two sweaty, bulky men wrestle and growl at each other, you weren't so sure.

You had been trying to keep your emotions in check the whole week. Kirishima was constantly inviting you to hang with him and Bakugou, and you didn't know how much you could take. Kirishima's kisses had you on fire,, his big hands grabbing at your ass and tongue sliding against yours, but Bakugou's heated stares and occasional touches had your head spinning in confusion and arousal. He had a weird thing for grabbing and kneading at your hips, and it was starting to get to you.

Kirishima had invited you to join him and Bakugou in a swim at the falls, the water there crisp and beautiful, said to bring years of youth to whoever was worthy. Of course, you agreed. Any princess would jump at the opportunity to swim in a magic body of water with her suitor and his dreamy friend. Kirishima had shown up in blue swim trunks, an extra change of clothes cradled in his strong arms and some sandwiches to munch on later. Bakugou wore a black loin cloth, bigger and a little longer than the one he usually wore. His choker and bracelets were laid out in the grass next to Kirishima's clothes and the food, but he didn't look any less intimidating. If anything, he looked even scarier, hair drenched and falling down around his eyes, glowing red as he growls and bares his fangs, pouncing on Kiri and snarling out threats.

"M'gonna destroy you, Red."

"You have to catch me first, Bro!"

Kirishima dives under the water, Bakugou following shortly after, and you chuckle to yourself. 

Soon, though, you start to get worried, cause it's been almost 2 minutes and they haven't come back up. 

Calling their names, you shrug your cover up off and get in the water, shivering slightly at the chill. As you get deeper and deeper, water up to your chest, you start to panic.

"Kiri? Bakugou? If this is a joke it's not-ah-!"

You scream in surprise and slight fear as you're suddenly lifted onto a broad, scarred chest. Your thighs are on either side of it, and  tense up when you feel the vibrations of a deep, raspy chuckle, and you fight the urge to thread your shaky fingers in ash blonde hair.

"Bakugou, put me down."

You try to keep your voice leveled but he picks up on the tremble, big, warm hands reaching up to grab at the fat of your hips, lifting you up further onto his chest.

"That wouldn't be fun now would it Princess?"

You gasp, glancing down at how your cunt is inches away from his mouth, drool spilling around the corners as he struggles to keep his eyes on yours.

“Seriously, y-you gotta…” your voice wavers as you meekly push at his drenched hair, momentarily losing your train of thought when he’s tongue lolls out, sticky with saliva and long. “What if Kiri sees us?”

“If ya keep quiet, he won’t.” The fleeting look of hunger and a nip on your thigh is all the warning you get. 

Bakugou guns for your cunt before you can answer and you act like he shocked you by the way you lurch forward, jaw slanted, clinging to his curved horns, entire body shivering from the firm laps on your mound. Even with the bottom half of the swimsuit on, you could still feel every lick in pin point detail, every nudge of his hot muscles between your folds, just barely pressing into your hole and tongue flicking over your clit. Bakugou can feel it too- the way you're throbbing on his tongue, can even taste the mix of his drool and your arousal seeping through quicker then he was lapping. It drove him wild.

He groans, eyes a little crossed to watch his handy work, hoists you higher and shakes his head further between your legs and your eyes roll back when he starts sucking on your entire pussy. Too hard for you to keep quiet. Too hard for the slurps not to sound exactly like what it looks like. 

“B-Bakugou, it’s too much!” You pant, quick and shallow, yet use your weak grip on his horns to hump his face desperately. “I think I’m g-gonna… gonna…!”

He growls, literally growls like the beast he is, and you almost do cum just by his fiery look up at you with a mouthful of your twitching cunny, unlatching with a wet pop that has sticky strings of your slick smacking on his chin. 

“Take it off.” He demands, words coming out muffled because he’s already back on your cunt. “Wanna taste you cummin’ in my mouth. C’mon, Princess. Lemme drink you up, baby.”

A shaky hand slips between the two of you, pulling your bathing suit to the side, and the next moment you’re squealing to the heavens above when Bakugou curled his tongue into you, spreading your walls apart on his tongue. His eyes flickered closed with a deep moan at the sensation of you spasming around him, juices nearly flooded into his mouth, but he gulps it down greedily, Adam’s apple bobbing and cheeks hollowing. 

You have no idea how long you stayed arched in his mouth riding out your orgasm, unable to tell if you were seeing clouds or if your vision really went that blurry. For one last time, Bakugou shook his head on your cunt and pulled back with a “puah!”, hot huffs of his breaths panting on your drenched up sex. God, you tasted better than you smelled. Bakugou would live between your thighs if he could, make you moan and squeal like you did, make you flush and look completely fucked out, so pretty as you stare down at him with lidded, hazy eyes, plump lips parted to catch your breath, gentle fingers raking his hair and the base of his horns that sent shivers down his spine. 

He’d have you forever if he could. If only you weren’t promised to-

“Bakugou, you drowned or something? Where are you, man?” Kirishima’s voice comes from behind some boulders a small distance away from where the two of you are and your heart skyrockets to your throat, the sudden tightness in your gut clenching all of you up in dread. Bakugou on the other hand just slid you down into the water, trying to keep any splashing sounds to a minimum, though both of you had to swallow back a sound when you brushed over his bulge on the way down. 

Bakugou swims by you in time to Kiri finally rounding the rocks, brows creased and a little pout on his lips, and you relaxed a bit when you realized he was upset over swimming alone all this time. His eyes flick from Bakugou to you, pout disappearing as he perked up a bit in surprise.

 “(Y/N), when did you get into the water?”

You open your mouth but don't get a word out. “Came in lookin’ f’us.” Bakugou says nonchalantly, glances over his shoulder to you and you don’t miss the heat of his stare bouncing up your form for a hot second. “Clearly worried over nothin’.”

Oh, this bastard…

Kirishima hums as he swims your way, gives you his million dollar sweet smile with a gentle cup of your cheeks. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Your bottom lip puckers in a pout even though you’re already long since mad, specially with his thumb brushing drawing circles on your cheek. “Just warm me next time. Thought you idiots drowned yourselves…”

“Sorry sorry.” He laughs and pecks you a few times all over your face, until he’s kissing you on the lips, a kiss that goes on longer than expected as he slots his mouth with yours and moves his lips with passion and adoration. Your mind gets fuzzy, consumed by Kiri’s kiss and body still reeling from your moment with Bakugou, your thighs clenching underwater because your insides craved for more. 

When Kirishima pulls away, you catch a fleeting glance over to Bakugou, a heavy and solemn look on his face, conflict in his eyes before he turns away too late once he caught you staring and it all comes rushing down on you- the clear weight of guilt on your shoulders. The worst part is that you don’t know what it’s aimed at- for going behind Kirishima’s back like this? Or for making Bakugou see you with someone else while he gets scraps of affection?

You tell Kirishima that you’re alright when he asks if something is wrong, then go back to growing when he turns to resume wrestling his friend. 

Way to keep your emotions in check, huh?

The rest of the morning goes by fast, the guys wolfing down their sandwiches and still being hungry, Kirishima offering to run into town quickly and grab some more food.

You agree, standing up to go with him but being surprised when he pushes you back down, a look you can't place in his eyes as his own flicker to Bakugou, who's uprooting weeds next to you.

"Stay here, 'kay?"

You nod, dazed, and watch him disappear into the bushes, stealing a glance to Bakugou. 

"Bakugou…"

"M'sorry."

You tilt your head at him, but he won't meet your eyes, a scowl on his face as heat creeps up his neck. 

"I said I'm fuckin' sorrry. I went too far. You belong to Kiri, it's not m'place to-mmpf!"

You cut him off with a searing kiss, sliding yourself in his lap and grabbing his hair, making him stutter out a moan into your mouth, big hands gripping your hips and lifting you onto his abs, grinding you against him. 

You furrow your brows, the feeling of his abs rubbing against your puffy clit feels heavenly but you wanna touch him. You felt him when you were in the water earlier, throbbing and pulsing against you. You wanted him in your mouth.

He snarls against you, demanding attention back on him as he nips at your bottom lip before sliding his tongue against yours, panting heavily as his hands flex against your hips. You try to slide down a little more, moving your hands to rest on his meaty pecs and getting distracted by his puffy nipples.

They were so plump and flushed, they looked so sensitive it probably fucking hurt. You pull away from his mouth with a whine, trying not to smile when he chases your lips.

"You sure about this, Princess? If Kiri finds out he'll be-fuck, baby, Whaddya'doin?"

You don't answer, just give him a look under your lashes as you suckle on his nipple, eyes closing in bliss as the smell of him envelops you, fresh and crisp from the water but still musky and smoky. 

You scrape your teeth against him gently, then lick over the reddened area and moan as you suck once again.

You notice he had gone almost deathly still, and you look up at him only to almost cream yourself at the sight.

His eyes were rolled back in his head, fist in his mouth and drool spilling around the corners, dribbling down his flushed face and neck. He was trying so hard not to moan, cause he knew if he made a sound it would be loud enough for the whole Mushroom kingdom to hear.

He fucking loved getting his nipples played with, but virtually no one knew and he tried to play it off but fuck, you had him melting. 

"Yhew don' like it?"

Your words are muffled around his tit, saliva slowly trailing down his chest and forming a puddle in the divets of his abs.

"I-fuck, cut it out brat."

He tries to sound authoritative, but his voice is whiny, and you can already feel the bruises he's pressing into your hips. You hum, leaning back to look at his flushed chest, earning yourself a sigh of relief-quickly turning into a choked whimper when you switch to the other nipple, using one of your hands to tweak and pinch one while the other hand threads into his hair, grazing the sensitive base of his horns and knocking his eyes back, mouth dropping open and hands coming up to silence himself, allowing you to try and shimmy your way down onto his lap.

His unoccupied hand grips your hip even tighter, trying to keep you up and away from his cock.

"Bakugou-! Wan' yer cock"

You slur, grinding your hips onto his stomach, covered clit rubbing against his bushy pubes.

"You couldn't handle it sweetheart. We shouldn't even be doing this."

You roll your eyes, popping off his nipple and withdrawing your hands from him, reaching down to pry his hand off of your hip.

"Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot handle? You don't know what-oh."

You're cut off when he drops you down, cock sliding through your folds even over the bathing suit, so big and veiny you could feel every pulse and twitch through your bottoms.

You immediately push your swimsuit to the side, rubbing your slit up and down his dick, clit getting caught on various ridges and occasionally twitching when a throbbing vein rubbed against it. You couldn't keep your sounds down even if you wanted to, leaning forward to moan into Bakugou's ear, feeling a shudder rip through his spine.

You were making his mind foggy, he couldn't stop his hips from rutting up, knot starting to swell even though he tried to hold it back. He couldn't do this right now, even getting this far dangerous, he was way too close to his rut and couldn't risk getting you pregnant, no matter how much that thought made his head spin. Fuck, he couldn't stop thinking of you slamming those perfect fucking hips down onto his knot as you begged him to give you his kids, pleaded with him to make you a mommy-shit

His head falls forward and sharp teeth dig into your shoulder, a snarl vibrating your body before your thighs, pussy and stomach are drenched with thick cum. He can't stop, hips jerking and thighs shaking as he roars into your skin, knot still swollen and sensitive but the burning need inside of him is satiated for now. 

Before he can even lift his head up to say something, he catches a whiff of arousal, and strangely enough it isn't yours. It smells more woodsy, intense with a sweet musk, somewhat...manly?

Oh fuck.

Kirishima.

Bakugou scrambles to get up, looking at you in horror and then looking over to the trees, catching a glimpse of dark red eyes before they disappear behind a nearby tree.

"Clean yourself off in the water, Kiri will be back soon."

You stare dreamily up at him, confused as to why he looks so uneasy all of a sudden but obeying nonetheless, standing on wobbly legs and feeling dense and gooey cum drip down your legs in long streaks, a nagging feeling in the back of your fuzzy mind telling you how much of a waste it was that none of it was inside you. You make your way back to the water, unaware of two sets of red locked onto you.

[wri0thesley]

I'd love to request more Naoya smut with him and a now pregnant!reader from that breeding fic because him busting a nut thinking about how good they'll look knocked up really made me feel some type of way!!! maybe reader-chan will even finally get a smooch from this HORRIBLE man. If you are not into doing continuations on requests no worries tho and thank you for your incredible writing as always, Nat!

reader can have a little smooch. as a treat. don’t let naoya hear you say he’s not a good husband <3

Expecting - Naoya x Fem!Reader (3.3k)

Both of you got what you wanted. Naoya got more than he bargained for. sequel to covet.

warnings: not sfw, minors dni! afab reader, fem pronouns. pregnancy sex, light lactation, misogyny, power imbalance, breeding kink, mentions of alcohol, naoya perhaps having some Feelings???.

[comments/reblogs are much appreciated! // my jjk masterlist]

Naoya catches you every so often for the next month and you easily roll onto your back for him, helpless under the brush of his fingers and the snap of his hips. He smirks at you when he passes you in the corridor, but you have nothing to show for all of the times you’ve warmed his bed – yet.

When you do, though – when a month and a half passes, and you are beginning to feel sick in a morning, and your monthly bleed has still not made itself known – you go to Naoya with deference in your eye. Once a servant, always a servant – and you are not stupid. You know that what you carry inside you is a bargaining chip.

Naoya wants someone who will submit, and you want an end to the life of drudgery and roughened hands and back-breaking work, of being ignored or reviled or mocked for having the misfortune to not be born with Zenin as a surname. Naoya takes you to a private, discreet physician with an iron grip on your arm and his light eyes sharp.

It’s amazing, how quickly a man like Naoya Zenin can set things in motion – when it’s not simply confirmed that you’re carrying his child, but that you’re carrying his son. His heir.

It’s so easy for him.

Suddenly you are no longer a maid, but Naoya’s betrothed – and though the other members of the household look at you in disgust, knowing that you spread your legs for the title, none of them dare risk Naoya’s ire by being outright rude to you. He and his family spin it like silk; not that Naoya took advantage of a servant, but that you have been part of some grand, beautiful Cinderella story – that Naoya is in love with you.

(It’s probably for the better that the Zenins prefer servants who can see cursed spirits, at the very least – if you had not had any kind of talent for jujutsu, who knows what would have happened to you? Naoya would not have risked his son being born utterly ordinary).

And then you are Naoya’s wife. It wouldn’t do, of course, for the future head of the family to have his heir and son born out of wedlock, even if society have progressed enough that you falling pregnant with said son was before the betrothal. The latter is a disgrace; the former is a laugh over a cup of sake in the dark, a toast to Naoya’s virility, a wink-wink-nudge-nudge at how lucky Naoya is to have found someone who gives themselves up so utterly and completely and easily, including their virtue--

You know that Naoya is not in love with you. You are fairly certain that the only thing Naoya loves is his name, and the power imbued therein. Still. You share a bed with him, and you’re given silken kimonos and pretty hair ornaments and anything that you ask for, and you are . . .

Respected is not quite the right word. Not for a woman who is Naoya’s. Certainly, he does not respect you.

But you are not reviled, not ignored, not beholden to the demands of your betters. Now, you are one of the betters, and if your fellow servants are frustrated that they have to bow to you in deference, they do not dare show it knowing that if you asked Naoya, he would have them punished for the transgression.

You had perhaps thought that once you were bearing his child, Naoya would lose interest in you. You know as well as anyone that nobody would bat an eyelid at Naoya seeking his pleasure somewhere else; it’s almost expected of him to have a mistress, a concubine, to go and sow his wild oats just in case the one he has placed inside of you does not yield the crop expected--

But he doesn’t.

Naoya hates you out of his sight. He is always touching you; hands sliding over your hips, cupping where your bump has become soft and round and pronounced, snapping servants to attention if he thinks you look tired or wan or pale. You accompany him almost everywhere. He looks up from speaking to his father to seek you out, as if to reassure himself that you are still there – and some tension in his shoulders seems to drain away.

He is still Naoya, of course.

You are still swiftly reprimanded by him if you speak out of turn, he still gets servants to do anything for you so he doesn’t have to do it himself, you still walk three steps behind him with your head bowed unless he bids you to do something else – but as time goes on, and your hips widen and your stomach grows and you feel the baby kick, something in him softens.

And something else hardens.

His desire on your flesh, on your form, does not wane. You grow used to the feeling of tangled silken bedsheets below you, of Naoya’s handsome face above you, of the groan and the whine as he spills himself inside of you for the third time that night. And you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

That initial thrill, of being wanted by someone like Naoya, doesn’t fade at all, even though you too are now bowed to in the corridors and the people below you have to jump at your command. And Naoya is not cruel for no reason. Despite the arrogance in his tone, the condescension that drips off of his slow, drawling words, the particular way he has of raising one eyebrow and letting his gaze crawl over you – you have come to enjoy being his.

You did not want equality, after all. You knew your place.

You just wanted better – and Naoya has provided you that in spades.

He’s got his arms spread out over the pillows, his shoulders strong, his eyes hungry as he watches you strip off the kimono you have been wearing today. Your wardrobe now is the height of luxury; all beautiful embroidery, delicate colours, fabrics that cost more than your former monthly salary. Kimono are not made to cling to your body; though people can tell that you are pregnant, it does not over-emphasise your hips or the newly swollen, heavy breast, or the curve of your stomach. Those are things that Naoya never tires of seeing, as the fabric pools around your ankles and the hadajuban is discarded and so are your underwear, and you stand before him utterly bare and unmistakably carrying his child.

“Stay there,” he says, “let me look at you.”

You are a good, well-trained, obedient thing. You stand there as Naoya’s gaze roves over you, straying over and over again to where your hips have filled out even more, where your stomach is curved – where your breasts have begun to droop a little from how heavy and swollen with milk they are. He sighs as he looks you over, and it is the sigh of a man who is indeed very pleased with his work.

“You can move,” he says. He moves the covers off of him, and you are not surprised to see that he is bare; that his cock is already stirring, heavy and thick between his thighs. “Come.” He crooks a finger at you, and you are grateful to be able to move, to take the weight off your ankles as you’re permitted to sit on the bed beside him. His arms wrap around you – they are strong, and certain, and he holds you like you are his property.

Which you suppose you are. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder and he makes a soft huff of amusement, but doesn’t say anything about how brazen you are. You are permitted some special favours, now that you are Naoya’s, and now that you are fulfilling your purpose so beautifully.

Naoya’s lips brush your ear, his tongue lapping at the curve of your neck, the joint between throat and shoulder. You sigh prettily, the warmth of his mouth on you making you shiver. One of his hands curls around your breast, enjoying the heavy weight of you in his hand. Thumb and forefinger gently pinch your nipple.

He was rough with you the first time, but now he treats you like porcelain – and the idea that you are precious to Naoya Zenin sets your stomach aflame, makes your breath stick in your throat. He tugs at it softly, coaxing you to sigh, a drop of liquid leaking from the sensitive nub as you squirm backwards into his lap. His tone is lightly warning as he says;

“Come on, be good. It’s a good sign, sweetheart.”

He calls you sweetheart in front of other people and the ones who have bought this rags-to-riches Cinderella story exchange looks that say ‘isn’t she lucky?’. You hear the light edge in it, the smirk, the loftiness – but it always seems to break into something that’s almost fond, when he’s inside you and touching you and his teeth bite into your neck.

“Just that your body is doing what it’s supposed to do,” your other nipple is subjected to the same treatment, and you feel Naoya’s breath hitch, his cock stir behind you and dig into the small of your back. “I think the moment he’s in his nursery I’m going to fuck another son into you, dearest.”

“Mm?” You say, a little breathless as his hand goes lower. He sweeps his palm over the curve of your stomach, pausing where the skin is tight and swollen. His cock twitches once more at the reminder of how utterly his you are, and how wonderfully you are doing your purpose. How lucky he is, to have found someone submissive and well-trained and obedient and sweet, who looks so luscious full of him.

You drive him to distraction even when you don’t realise he’s looking at you.

“Thighs apart,” he grunts, into your ear, and you comply with the docile nature of someone raised to serve. He loves that about you. Loves, too, when he dips his fingers between your legs and your slick coats his digits, a soft whine catching in the back of your throat as he circles your clit and little shocks spark all through you, making you almost clamp your thighs back around his hand.

You do not, though. You are well-behaved. And you and Naoya have played this game enough times that you know that this is leading to relief for both of you.

One of his long fingers slides inside of you and you widen your thighs more, your soft whimper breaking and pitching – it’s such a servile, sweet little noise that Naoya cannot help but crook his finger, let it rub against the textured spot on your inner walls that has you clenching and gasping.

Since your pregnancy, you have become so sensitive. Naoya is the kind of man who hates working to pleasure a woman – who considers your orgasm a choice, and his a foregone conclusion. But with you swollen and full with his seed, he is slow and indulgent – and it is so easy, now that a brush of his palm makes you shiver and a tug of his teeth on your earlobe makes you gasp.

The finger is pulled out of you, and Naoya raises it to your lips, hooking his finger inside so you open your mouth and let him press your own slick onto your tongue.

Your tongue gently suckling at his finger reminds him of the insistent pounding of need inside of him; the stiff cock, leaking pre-come. He’d gotten so distracted touching you and enjoying you he’d almost forgotten about his own pleasure, and he sighs as he props himself up on pillows and reaches for you.

“Get comfortable,” he tells you.

His preference is to have you beneath him; that, he thinks, is his wife’s proper place. But it has begun to be difficult, with your stomach so distended – and he is nothing, he thinks to himself with more than a touch of smugness, if not an indulgent provider. A good husband.

(That’s what he thinks, anyway. You are not hurt. You get pretty things, and him in your bed, and the estate’s servants at your beck and call, an expensive wedding ring on your finger and the honour of his name affixed to yours, and his seed taking root inside of you. What else could you ask of him?)

So you are permitted to spread your knees, to climb on top of him – to gently sink your tight, wet, heat about his cock and seat yourself comfortably on the muscle of his thighs and the flat planes of his stomach.

“If you had my view,” he says, teasingly. “Mm, you were really made as breeding stock, weren’t you?” The words make heat rush to your face as he cups your hips in his hand again, squeezing the new covering of plush flesh that you’ve acquired since your pregnancy. “My wife.”

The words send a quiet thrill through you. You sigh as he bottoms out, as your body meets his entirely; your hands splaying on his shoulders. He is not flat against the bed – that position is too weak, not fitting for a man of his stature. But he is propped up with pillows behind him, so that he can admire how you look as your teeth bite into your plump bottom lip and you lift yourself just a little off his straining cock, before letting yourself fall back down.

He lets you set the pace. If you are to be permitted to ride him, he thinks, you may as well be the one doing all of the work. Part of him, too, is afraid of touching you too much – of hurting you, when you have something so precious inside of you. He would not admit that to himself – that’s not a thought process befitting of someone of his stature. But . . . it nibbles at the corners of his consciousness.

He cares about you. He does not want to hurt you. He does not want you to be uncomfortable – not when you are doing such a good job, when you are so lovely for him, when he is so grateful to have found you--

It’s no more than I deserve, he reminds himself.

And to brush back thoughts that are not proper for his elevation station in life, he lets himself watch the bounce of your breasts. Lets his fingers dig into the even softer, rounder thighs. Enjoys the sight of your mound bouncing on his cock, the feel of your slick walls clinging to his cock.

You are so beautiful, swollen with his child.

It is the first time he has ever looked at a woman and saw power in them. There is, he thinks, a power in what you have – in the glow about your skin, the brightness of your eyes, the curves and roundness and soft, supple flesh. The thought almost frightens him – but then, you push up again and your eyes meet his own for just a moment and he remembers that you are swollen with his child and have the power of him inside of you, and it becomes comforting.

Without him, you’d be nothing.

So he watches you with hungry eyes as you move your hips on his cock; as his length sinks inside of you, as you angle yourself just so – so that every stroke of your hips makes his cock rub against the place inside you that earlier had you seeing stars. Your breath is getting faster and faster, your fingers on his shoulders flexing as the tight string of your release is wound inexorably closer and closer.

Naoya allows himself a groan; a light thrust of his hips, in time with your own. The chase of your warm, tight walls as you try and pull away. He lets his gaze wander to how his cock is coated in your slick, all wet and shining in the light of the bedroom – and he is once more reassured. This is his. You are his. This wetness, this need – this is all for him. The way your body has changed is because of him.

His own release is creeping up on him.

Today, though, he decides he will be merciful – he reaches forward , curving his fingers just so, so that he can toy with your clit as you continue to fuck him. He rolls the bud with the pad of his fingers (soft; he wields just one weapon, and most people do not get to see it. Most of his harder work is done with his technique, and you have seen him apply expensive hand cream to keep himself handsome), knowing your body as well as he knows his own.

He prides himself on that, and you have spent enough nights in his bed that it is second nature to him. Women are predictable, he thinks, smirk on his face as your channel clenches around his hard cock and you come, whimpering out his name--

(In bed, he prefers Naoya-sama, and you are a good wife. Your tone is servile, soft, obedient – and in return, Naoya is almost sweet to you.)

He thrusts his hips roughly up into you, chasing his own release as your body spasms and trembles about him. You are still so tight; so hot and taut where the aftershocks are making you tremble. It’s the sight of your body, quivering under your release, that does it in the end.

Your hips and stomach and breasts and thighs, all rounded with the miracle of bearing life. All softened and plump; meek and pliant, a perfect little wife. His perfect little wife.

As he feels the tension inside of him snap, one of his hands winds about the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

Naoya’s grunt of pleasure is lost in the kiss, his mouth against yours hard and hungry. He is not willing to give up his dominance even here – but . . .

He has not kissed you so intimately before.

He has always avoided your mouth, preferring his lips on your chest or neck – turning your face away if it had seemed you might go for his mouth (later on, he had not bothered – he knows you well enough now to know that you would not dare.)

He tastes like wine. Like fancy, expensive sweets; the kind that you could have never afforded before you were his, but he has had at his disposal for his whole life. Like a cross between freedom and a prison--

He groans as he fills you up; his cock twitching, shooting out thick ropes of his come to land thick and heavy in your insides. Your whimper at the sensation is lost in his mouth, but Naoya fails to miss it – the fingers around the nape of your neck stroke through your hair, almost comforting, as he pulls back from you.

His lips are shiny, full and pretty. The grin that he gives you is crooked – and though you know it should not, though you know you should hate him for being arrogant and cruel and considering you lesser than him, the grin sends a rush of affection all through you.

If you were sentimental, you would say that the affection is mirrored in his own pale eyes.

(Naoya is glad you are not; you cannot see, beneath the triumph that you are claimed and carrying his heir and the hunger for your body and the pleasure that you are exactly the kind of wife that he wanted, that perhaps he does care about you.)

“My little wife,” he says, and he brushes his thumb over your cheek, hot with the rush of blood. “You’re so good for me.”

And you’ll carry on being so.

You’re so lovely when you’re expecting.

[tendous-whore]

Ur naoya fic had me shook tho, I literally had to make a new account to send this request bc my mutuals on my main have no idea I’m into smut fics lmao (Dw tho I’m not a minor, age is in my blog desc.).

If you’re accepting requests…nanami and breeding kink pls. I love how the fandom has like decided that he has one lol, I see him as the type to *seem* vanilla buuuuuut he can actually be rough (everything is consensual tho). But that dom side of him only comes out when he’s sleeping with someone he makes a commitment to. Sorry for rambling. I’m looking forward to whatever you have to share next!!

you are the first person to send me an ask so far (which are ALWAYS open btw) so you have no idea how much I smiled when reading your message 🥺

when i woke up to read some jjk fics today, I was so shocked at how many people liked my naoya x reader!!!? it’s so weird that people enjoy my work, especially since it’s my very 1st explicit fic!

ANWAYS nanami is one of my fav characters, aside from naoya, for reasons other than both of them being goDAMN SNACKs😤 so definitely will dedicate a more in depth story for nanami later on. but! your request gives me the perfect opportunity to share a little bit of my own take on him hehhehhehe

so enjoy!! <3

nanami + breeding

the embodiment of “gentleman in the streets, freak. in. the. sheets.”

with his job, he hardly has the time to indulge in relationships, so he’s pretty lax in the bedroom at first. just goes with the flow, ya know

but the longer you stay, the more comfortable he gets when he realizes you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

but nanami doesn’t rush to pull out the whips and chains, he’s gradual when it comes to sharing his interests with you in the bedroom.

until he isn’t.

so when the two of you are alone, and the doors are locked, the nanami in the day contrasts the man he is at night.

nanami is already dominant in all aspects of your relationship, to some degree. but it doesn’t compare when he has you crumpled, completely submitting beneath him, or bent over his knee after a long day of dealing with your shit

he’s more cutthroat than the first time you two had sex. yea, he has a soft side too but when the mood is right, he knows which to bring out

so when your spread for him, accepting everything he gives, how can he not indulge in all he wanted with his pretty little thing?

the act of pumping you full drives him wild, and at times in need, it keeps him going, until the next time

and on top of that, nanami definitely gets off on the size difference between you and him, and shows

when he purposefully pushes on your stomach, feeling the outline of his bulge, when you fold underneath him without resistance

don’t even get me started on how he loves to take you ugh

when he has you locked in a mating press, unable to move and just take. take. take.

probably likes it even more when he’s done his research, knowing how much more likely you could get get pregnant with his cum when he’s plowing into you

the thought alone is so dangerous. but that’s why he likes it. hehe.

Nanami is diligent with the way he works your body, he’s mesmerized every detail down to the bone like the back of his hand. He knows when he pushes you further into the bed, forcing himself deeper than before, how full he makes you feel. Your body is so honest when he does, how the way your legs tense and shake and your tummy bulges when he thrusts at that one angle.

It is a sight that has him breathing faster, and his tongue dipping out to lick his lips. He’s hungry, a thirsty and dying man before you. Feeling the way your walls squeeze him, coating his lower half in a layer of slick feeds him bit by bit, but the urging desire to already fill you up has his hips stuttering.

But right now, he wants to savor this. Savor the way your body lays beneath him, your mouth slightly ajar, hair tangled between his fingers as you cried with pleasure. You looked so pathetic with the way you choked on air, your hands pressed against his chest as you took everything he threw your way.

That’s why Nanami loved you. It wasn’t easy to submit yourself to someone, but you did, allowing him to give you all that he wanted. You were good for him, so good and so pretty. And prettier when his thrusts would finally come to a stop, when his body would pull away from your battered figure, his face pulled down and his eyes focused and just watch.

Watch the way your ass trembled, your body wracked with an uncontrollable shake as you came down from your high, better than the one before. And he’d groan, the deep guttural hiss audible in the quiet room that smelled of sex when finally, his cum slowly leaked from your twitching whole.

And Nanami smiled, his eyes brighter then before when his fingers pushed it all back into your cunt, carefully gathering every drop and slowly fucking his seed into you again and again. And he’d tell you in that sweet voice of his so quietly.

“what a waste.”

“it’s not enough.”

“one more time.”

as he takes you in bed, promising that the next wave of euphoria will be it for tonight. That your walls will finally taste nothing but of Nanami, his scent etched into your skin. But you know better. Once Nanami has had a taste, he can’t bring himself to stop, not when you’re crying for him, begging for his cock to stuff you full and breed you stupid.

so when you’re nearing you end and Nanami grows sloppy, his thrusts more frantic then before, he palms your stomach. His fingers trace the outline of his cock, dragging in and out at a delicious pace, his hand digging deeper and deeper until your writhing under his grip. It stings, but when his fingers press harder and harder, it forces him to hit that one spot that has your breath stuck in the back of your throat and thighs aching.

“gonna breed this pretty little pussy.” He breathes.

“til’ it’s full and heavy.”

He’s rational, logical and very decisive. But when he is high off of the adrenaline and pleasure that’s pumping through his veins, Nanami silently hopes that his cum will bleed into your womb, that your pill won’t repel his seed. That somehow, by some miracle, you miss your period.

And if you don’t?

Then the next time, he’ll look forward to doing it all over again.