#are there ship names for the other two if so lemme know

[sequs-art-box]

A Goddess' Love 💚

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Lena x Astra Thoughts Pt 1

There's a couple ways Lena and Astra could meet. I'm leaning towards them meeting while Lena is a little younger than S1-2, before she hardens herself after Lex's shenanigans. I could easily see Astra seeing some obscure research of Lena's and being interested in seeing where it could lead, and so she reaches out, posing as an academic seeking collaboration.

And being younger, more idealistic and softer in emotion, Lena would jump at the opportunity to work with a more experienced academic, and throughout their collaboration become more and more attached to Astra.

For Astra's part, she sees her relationship with Non as more transactional than Non feels for her. So when she sees this beautiful, compassionate woman with ideals not unlike the niece she lost, she too grows attached to Lena. Lena softens Astra, to the point that where Astra originally intends to use her for her research and then dip, eventually lets Lena into her heart, to the point that Lena's idealism restores Astra's faith in humanity.

And then when Kara shows up, Astra is already primed to relinquish her plans and trust humanity to do what her own people had refused-- to save their own planet peacefully and with compassion.

I'm not sure when Lena and Astra officially meet face to face, as their communication definitely starts remote, but when they do, there's definitely a mutual moment of 'oh no, she's hot'. And Astra may first see their relations as a dalliance... until she starts thinking about Lena more than she does her nefarious plans, and starts looking forward to their time together.

While Lena is by no means a baby gay at this point, in comparison to Astra's long existence she totally is. Their lovemaking is intense and thorough, with Astra making Lena feel things she never thought possible, and with Lena treating Astra like a goddess rather than a general.

I'm not exactly sure what S1 would look like in this scenario, other than Lena showing up sooner than S2 and Astra surviving and turning good.

That said, I *do* have ideas of what Rhea and the S2 finale would look like... but that's for a later snippet.

[daily-qpr-miraloop]

Listen, when you put the poly bitch in charge of a blog, poly is gonna infect it at some point xD

Miraloop is still gonna be the main point of this blog, but I wanted to share a lil bit of my own personal headcanon behind the curtain

To further elaborate, I have two charts (One with this art I drew and one one of my besties ( @wish-upon-the-universe ) made up when I first started talking about this during work this morning lol)

Under the cut for simplicity!

[kirbmey]

⠀⠀ཐི ˚̣̣̣ ⠀⠀ husband!sylus spoils you rotten⠀ ˚̣̣̣ ཋྀ

synopsis: sylus’ just a man who’s blindly in love at the end of the day. a man who’s also ridiculously rich and happens to be married to a little angel who loves pink and shiny things ꒰՞◌• ༝ •◌꒱♡

tw: more fluff (i just need him to take care of me), usage of ‘daddy, reader is a sweatheart, money doesn’t have value for these people at all, reader is very feminine and materialistic (sylus’ fault), mentions of pregnancy and baby fever, he smokes, etc.

being laid down on top of the pink fluffy blanket covering the big four-seater leather couch while waiving your feet slowly and scrolling mindlessly through your favorite luxury brands’ websites was definitely a hobby; an expensive hobby.

but weren’t those pink miumiu ballerinas just so perfect for the spring? and what about that dior shoulder bag? the handle made out of white gold with little diamonds creating details around the fabric? to the cart it goes.

let’s not even get started with make up, knowing how much sylus liked it when you wore this crimson chanel lipstick to his prestigious meetings, you just had to buy another one, and it had to be the limited edition, too… ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

he was more than okay with you leaving him dry (he has money for infinite lifetimes) every other day, handing you his black card when you two started dating a year ago; got married two months after.

sylus just had to make you his wife, his trophy, you were so perfect to his eyes, his ideal type. everything about you, physically and mentally fit with him like a puzzle. like a barbie to her ken.

and he was so… so. god, he was like a god (he kinda was). tall, fit, deep voice, pretty face, beautiful eyes, soft hair… and a plus to that, he was rich and influential. and he wanted you and only you! ૮ ෆ ´ ˕ ` ෆ ა

so you just clicked on the ‘check out’ button and wrote down the digits you ended up learning by heart, caressing the rock on your finger while waiting for the confirmation of your order.

sure, these expensive goods took longer than usual to be shipped, blah blah blah. sylus was one of the richest men in the country, his name was written in gold on every luxury brand list. when they saw he ordered something, anything, even just a hair clip, he was prioritized.

you happily jumped out of your seat, skipped with joy towards your husbands office, knocking before hearing a clear ‘come in’ from him.

“daddy, daddy! wanna see what i got for tomorrow’s party?” you asked with that sweat tone that you only reserved for him, sitting on his expensive wooden desk and swinging your feet.

“of course i do, kitten, lemme see.” he closed his laptop immediately, pulling the tall leather chair closer to your small frame and holding your ankles between his slender fingers, massaging your manicured feet while you scrolled through your phone to show him pictures and the inspo you got out of pinterest.

you started to rant about all the things you bought with his money, gaining low hums while he stared at you with heart-shaped eyes, an erase-able smile plastered of his sculpted face.

sylus loved it when you used his money and then bragged about it, loved it when someone complimented your outfit at a fancy dinner and you kindly thanked, saying your husband bought it for you.

but his favorite part of this whole process was when you made him sit on your bed which was filled with high-end bags, so many that the sheets weren’t even visible anymore, and gave him a detailed haul of everything, with try on included (by his request).

he’d order you to twirl around while he sipped on some french wine and smoked his cuban tobacco, manspreading so you could stand between his legs and allow him to take in every detail.

ever since he started dating you he slowly noticed these expensive brands paid crazy amount of attention to every detail, and he loved tracing the intricate shapes printed on the fabric while complimenting you.

but you were no selfish! no sir, you also bought things for your beloved, fantasizing about matching outfits with him, ordering him light colored clothes; things he’d never wear if it wasn’t for you.

“mm, what else do we have here… i don’t even remember what i got this time.” you mumbled while you stood on your knees on top of the mattress, throwing the empty bags away as you looked for the ones you haven’t opened yet.

“oh. my. god. sylus, close your eyes.” you told him trying to mask your excitement, grabbing the huge bag between weak fingers and placing it in front of him. “open them now, look.”

“isn’t this too big for you, honey?” he questioned leaving the cigarette in the ashtray, holding the white leopard fur coat up, the tag said ‘dolce & gabbana’, one of his favorite brands.

“no, silly. it’s for you. i thought you’d look so good with it on.” you revealed, grabbing his hand to coax him into standing up, stripping him naked out of his shirt and getting on your tippy toes to dress him with said coat.

he really looked expensive with it on, showing off his trained abs and juicy pecs while making his broad figure appear even more prominent, the neck chain he often wore visible.

he wasn’t used to using big pieces like this, but he let you style him as a mere mannequin; he’d always get more compliments then usual on his outfits ever since you started matching them with yours.

he’d often caught you checking out baby clothes or nursery furniture when your period got close, too. and couldn’t help but imagine how good of a mother you’d be, how beautiful you’d look in your sleeping gowns with a swollen belly.

if sylus already cherished you in front of everyone, proud of showing you off as his wife, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of showing off an entire family ૮꒰ ྀི ◜ . ◝ ྀི꒱ა

but there was time for that, you were too young still and he wasn’t going to age or die any time soon.

he just hoped you wouldn’t ask for a baby; he didn’t know how to decline you.

a/n: i’ve been an unfaithful girl writing sm about caleb and neglecting my favorite boy sy like this :(

— masterlist.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Please, please, I'll do whatever you want, just more yautja

Male Elder Yautja OC (Ge'jaar) x male reader

Ficlet

I still don’t really know a whole lot of the yautja lore, but I love them anyways. So, heres me cooking up an oc and hoping it’s somewhat canon because I love yautja and will take any excuse to write about them. Readers somewhat based off of an oc of mine. Reader is also around 6ft 5 inches. Ge'jaar is 9ft or so.

Bako really grew on me for some reason when I wrote this, so lemme know if you guys wanna read about him.

You were old. Very old. You hadn’t kept much track of just how old you were, it didn’t really matter, but you only appeared to be in the 50s or very good 60s. You knew you were a lot older than that, having spent at least 100 years away from earth, hunting. You had returned though, at some point, and settled down in a very defensible cabin far away from much of everything, where you could live in peace with your “dogs”.

Well, you called them dogs, mainly because they walked on all fours and had a tail they’d wag, and followed orders. An ex of yours had called them Kiande amedha, you just called them xenomorphs, or your beetle dogs. Years ago, back when you had successfully killed the bad bloods that kidnapped you and your military unit, you had found this little ugly hissing creature. There was a stereotype that humans would bond with most near anything, and they were right.

You brought the little bugger along on the ship you stole from the now dead bad bloods, which took a long time to figure out how to steer. You named your pet Lucky, and you would later learn she was female. Strangely enough, she seemed to follow you as if you were the queen and not her, so it was all fine. Even if she and her first offspring did kill your ex when he tried to hit and control you. One of her offspring lost a leg in that fight, so obviously his name would be tripod.

Luckily for you, sweet little Lucky didn’t breed like other of her kind. Over the years shed only had about 50 offspring, whom she seemed to raise in the same way you remembered earth dogs would do it, sometimes making you wonder if she was some kind of crossbreed. Having 50 kiande amedha though, made you very dangerous in the eyes of your ex’s species, especially when they learned you controlled them.

Joining the hunt hadn’t been something you had outright planned to do. Or getting juiced up with whatever weird drugs and inventions the clans you were friendly with cooked up. That was why you grew so much taller, and aged so slowly.

Ge'jaar wasn’t part of one of the clans you fought alongside. You two actually met, when a group of young bloods tried to hunt your beetle dogs. Apparently, they thought you would be an easy target, being an ooman and all. Of course, you made sure to show them you weren’t. they successfully killed one of your pets, a spunky one named Hoover because he ate everything. And like any hunter worth their salt, you needed revenge.

It led to some political struggles and conversations between clan elders, since you were pretty much a part of that one specific clan now after so many hunts together.

Ge'jaar wasn’t the leader of his clan, but still counted as an elder. He was handsome, in his own, scaley way. His skin was white and covered in the same dark splotching as all yautja seemed to carry. He wore a lot of the same clothing as most yautja did, and would later on wear a cape you made from the hide of a beast you had hunted.

In the end, Ge'jaar went as far as to apologize and repay you for the dead “hunting hound”. Bako, one of the males from your apparent clan, would later tell you it was because Ge'jaar wanted to fuck you. You were still very salty about Hoover though, so you acted quite nasty and confrontational with Ge'jaar and his clan for a good chunk of years.

The cape Ge'jaar would start to wear, hadn’t even been a gift in your mind. For some reason the elder yautja had followed along for one of your solo hunts, in Bakos words “going on a date” with you. And yes, Ge'jaar was very impressive to watch fight, he was very big and broad, alright? The creatures purple blood sprayed all over his white skin also didn’t help.

You couldn’t even remember what you had said to him, but it must have been some threat or curse as you threw the creatures skin at him, since you only wanted the meat and bones. It made no sense to you at the time why Ge'jaar started wearing the fur, and you hadn’t wanted to ask Bako since the guy had just started cackling at you when he saw it.

It was only years later when you had settled back down on earth, that it really seemed to register to you that Ge'jaar was trying to charm you, in his own yautja way. Still feeling so angry about Hoovers death, even if Ge'jaar himself didn’t do it, you took all the hunting and dead creatures by your ship and hut as a threat or challenge. All the jewelry and armor as harder to explain, and you still had the book about yautja mythology somewhere on your shelf.

At that point, you had just assumed Ge'jaar moved on, since you hadn’t seen him in so long. The only yautja you truly spoke much too nowadays was Bako and those from his clan. And of course, the ones that still owed you favors, just to remind them you were still alive to cash in on it.

You had just returned from one of your trips to the nearest large city, a trip that took you almost two weeks since everything was far away, when you saw him again. Or rather, one of your beetle dogs saw him, a young one named Blue, since his dome of a head reflected blue more than the rest.

Blue had been born, laid? On earth, and had seen very little true combat, so you assumed that was why he was the friendliest of them all. Where most of Lucky’s offspring that had known space and combat stuck to the shadows and settled in the cave system near your cabin, Blue was a real lapdog.

Friendly enough it seemed, to just accept an intruder in your home. Stepping out of your truck, Blue trotted out of your cabin door, which was wide open, looking as happy as a clam with dried meat in his maw. There was a feeling in the air that you weren’t alone, so grabbing at your beloved weapon of choice, you were about to fall back into old habits.

That was until Ge'jaar of all people, stepped out of your cabin, wearing one of your shirts. Well, trying to wear one of your shirts. It was one of the largest shirts you owned, old and worn with some odd shape on the front that might have been a logo once.

The elder yautja looked very comfortable, right at home honestly, his dreadlocks pulled into a bun on the back of his large head, and a damn sleeve of cookies in his massive hand. The confusion must have been so clear on your face, as the retired hunter chittered and laughed, moving closer to help you lug stuff back into your cabin and into your massive basement.

The confusion was strong enough that you just kinda went along with it, moving everything from your large truck and away from sight until you needed it. It was only after you both sat down on the couch that you took notice of the minor changes to your home, it looked very much like Ge'jaar had just moved himself in.

You could have smacked him right then and there, maybe cut all his dreadlocks off and made him swallow his mandibles, but somehow the massive scarred yautja made himself look so innocent and borderline lovable.

Blue, the little fucker, just got comfortable on a large fur Ge'jaar had laid out across the floor, tail whipping all over and knocking trinkets off your coffee table. The little traitor, you knew you spoiled him too much.

It took a lot of explanation from Ge'jaar, and you had a feeling if you hadn’t lived amongst his people for so long you might have lost it, but apparently Ge'jaar had made some plea to his clan leader, and yours since apparently you still counted as one of those, and you two were pretty much married without your approval.

Well, or so you would say, but all your guy’s “dates” and all the “gifts” you passed between you counted as courting. You settling down back on earth just appeared to be retirement in their eyes. It wasn’t like you still hated Ge'jaar, you never really had thinking back, it just… came as quite a surprise.

Ge'jaar still kept on courting you, even when you fed most of the things he caught to Lucky and her offspring. The elder yautja took your claim that Lucky was your child to heart, clicking and purring when she, and by extent her offspring, finally accepted his presence.

Time was a true blur out in the mountains, you only really noticed it by the seasons passing and you needing to go back into town two or three times a year to stock back up. But soon enough Ge'jaar was part of your life, and yes, you still snipped and bit at him sometimes, but this time it was meant as flirting.

Your mate, since that’s what you guys were now, was so patient and seemed to find your human nature endearing enough to pick up on some of it himself. It still felt very weird to be given flowers by a seasoned hunter like Ge'jaar, or to walk in on him watching Gilmore girls with Blue draped across his lap, but you got used to it.

It was probably best that you and Ge'jaar were the ones to get together, since he was older, had already had all the offspring he wanted. The yautja was also confident enough in himself that he didn’t get jealous the same way your ex had. Ge'jaar was hot and he knew this even in his fluffy robe and slippers, though you couldn’t help but miss him in his netting and weapons at times.

It turned out to be a lot more comfortable than you had thought to retire, with your mate who had to be hundreds of years older than you, and your many, many beetle dogs. There were times you debated on going out for a hunt again, as a date, for old times sake, but that was something you would need to discuss with Ge'jaar first.

[fastandcarlos]

Tennis Champ : ̗̀➛ George Russell

summary: a trip to the monte carlo masters soon finds george’s attention captured by one of the sport’s rising stars

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georgerussell63: always fun to be at the tennis and see some of the biggest names play 🎾

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username1: it’s unfair how one man can be so attractive 😭

djokernole: good to finally meet you 🤝

username2: the definition of sophisticated 😭

landonorris: how do you even find the time to show your face at all these supporting events hahah

username3: two of my favourite athletes in one photo!!

ynusername: thank you for coming to watch my match today - hope you enjoyed it!

georgerussell63: @/ynusername you were great! good luck in the next round ☺️

username4: shut up george went and watched yn too 😳

lewishamilton: if only all those tennis players knew how rubbish at tennis you really are

username5: pls tell me you took a photo with yn too!!!!!!

username6: I want to see that photo omg

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ynusername: loving life on court right now, never want it to end ❤️

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username7: we’re all so proud of you yn 🫶🏻

cocogauff: killing it girl 💪🏻

username8: another huge win today, go yn!!

username9: all my money on you winning the tournament this year ❤️

rafaelnadal: playing outta this world at the moment 🎾

ynusername: @/rafaelnadal omg rafa thank you so much ☺️

username10: how do you make playing tennis look so good??

georgerussell63: congratulations - looked like yet another easy win to me 😂

ynusername: @/georgerussell63 I didn’t think you’d be watching 🥺

georgerussell63: @/ynusername just good timing in between practices!

username11: george was watching yn omg omg omg

username12: we all know he loves tennis…but this much??

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georgerussell63: heard my favourite player was playing this weekend, thought I’d come and cheer them on 🥺

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username13: I wonder who his favourite player is 🤔🤔

username14: the cameras all caught you at yn’s match george 😂😂

alex_albon: is this your way of finally making a move?

landonorris: who are you impressing looking that good?

username15: manifesting these two are together 🙏🏻

username16: ngl the two of them seem like the perfect match 🥰

ynusername: thanks for the support (again) and the coffee after 🥺

georgerussell63: @/ynusername thanks for teaching me so much about tennis - @/lewishamilton won’t know what’s hit him next time we’re on court!!

charles_leclerc: a very brave man wearing a white suit 😂

username17: the interactions 🥺🥺🥺

username18: I swear if this is all some sort of prank I will block george russell for the rest of my life

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ynusername: always nice to return the favour, right? 🏎️

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username19: no way omg y/n is at silverstone

username20: as if we needed anymore proof that these two are together 🤩

lewishamilton: it was an honour to show you around our garage

landonorris: if you want to see a proper team lemme know and I’ll get you some passes to mclaren next time 🧡😂

username21: she even took a photo of the mercedes garage specifically

alex_albon: good to finally meet you after hearing sooooo much about you 😂

username22: not yn already making friends with all the drivers awh

georgerussell63: hope you enjoyed yourself, thanks for showing up and cheering for me this time 😂

ynusername: @/georgerussell63 I had the best time, can’t wait to be at another race soon!

username23: I’ve never shipped two people harder in my life

maxverstappen1: thanks for making my friend so happy!

username24: wtf not max with another cryptic comment

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f1wags: rumours are continuing after george posted a photo of a rather cosy looking picnic these weekend. fans are convinced the legs belong to tennis superstar y/n y/l/n 🎾🏎️

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username25: surely there can’t still be people around who don’t think these two are dating 🙂‍↔️

username26: you don’t need to be a detective to know that something is going on here

username27: they were made for each other omg

username28: did he really think we wouldn’t figure out who he was with in that photo

username29: both of them had no sport this weekend, ofc they’d choose to spend it together

username30: I’m more invested in these two than my own relationship 😂

username31: oh to be on a picnic with george russell 😭

username32: he’s been so happy recently, yn is perfect for him

username33: I just need confirmation, that’s all I ask for pls

username34: I think they’ve convinced every person in the world they’re dating tbh

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georgerussell63: perfect end to another fantastic season, one last podium to finish on a high 🏆

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username35: so proud to be your fan, another amazing season george!

landonorris: you could at least look happy in that third pic to be on the podium 🙄

username36: enjoyed your well deserved break!!

ynusername: congratulations, couldn’t be happier for you 🏆🏎️

username37: yn’s here again, more clues 🤩

alex_albon: enjoy all your winter plans…I’m definitely not jealous at all 🤫

username38: I want to know what these plans are…do they involve yn too!?

carlossainz55: always a pleasure to share a podium with you ☺️

username39: praying we get to see more of yn in the paddock next season

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ynusername: what dreams are made of ✨ my heart is full, thank you for all of your amazing support 💞

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serenawilliams: congratulations legend 💞💞

username40: ah yn I could not be happier for you 🤩

landonorris: that was awesome, who knew tennis could be so cool!!

rogerfederer: only a matter of time for that first grand slam…the first of many 👏🏻

username41: sooooo proud to be your biggest fan yn

georgerussell63: on the verge of tears 😂 you’re amazing, so proud of you!!

alex_albon: @/ynusername can confirm george has been on a real rollercoaster of emotions tonight lmao

username42: look at that smile - yn you’re stunning ✨

danielricciardo: I bet I could still beat you at a game 😂

ynusername: @/danielricciardo next time I’m in monaco your ass is mine!

username43: our champion 🫶🏻

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georgerussell63: looking forward to off season with you 🥰

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[mihii-i]

CAN I PLEASE REQUEST A MIZU X FEM READERRR

The reader gets captured by Fowler and Mizu rescues her, the reader is basically another medic, very kind and sweet, polar opposite of Mizu, but she knows Mizu is a woman and the two of them fall in love. Meanwhile when she sees the condition that the reader is in (beat up, used, etc) she literally is like for a second "lowkey I don't need his info lemme kill him." But ofc doesn't do it, comforts the reader, taking off her blue kimono and giving it to her, wrapping her in it and picking her up and carrying her out of the castle <3 while whispering words of encouragement to her. This time it's Mizu taking care of the readers wounds, and she like becomes ringos little assistant to help work on her.

If you want to have them have a pre established official relationship you can! And if it's not too much trouble, please work on this as fast as possible. Thank you so much for your time!

animosity of an onryō.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, wuh luh wuh, mention of injury, violence, blood, gore, tw fowler he will always be a tw in my eyes, reader got fucking crucified my gods, basically like how taigen was being tortured but worse, guys I’m still recovering from the fact that I found out people ship mizu and fowler unironically sendnhelp, mizu goes genuinely insane like she did in ep 6, mikio is mentioned I hate him more than fowler, I should’ve censored that old bitch’s name sorry guys, not proofread.

A/N: I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT SO MUCH OH MY GOD I FEEL LIKE IM CRAFTING A SPECIALLY MADE MEAL FOR A QUEEN IN A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME PLACED AS A SPECIFIC TIME BASED ORDER YK also this is how well I write when I’m not rushed and don’t have school and enjoy what I’m writing I’m so glad I have the free time and motivation brain blast to write this rn anyway mizu come home the kids miss u 🕯️

Blurry figures writhed in the line of your fogged periphery, the burning ache of your wrists seared into the wooden board being accompanied by screams of pure anguish and rage in the background. You couldn’t utter a single word as you caught sight of the two people pushing against each other with a heightened murderous intent clouding the area, harboring an awful atmosphere of bloodlust in the vicinity. It wasn’t difficult to immediately identify the figure on your left as Fowler, his broad shoulders and bulky stature quickly making him recognizable.

Coughing out, you uncomfortably writhed against the board, back dragging along the splintering wood as each crimson trickle of blood dampened your clothing. The noise in your ears only vibrated in an agonizing ringing sound, reverberating through every fiber of your body, etching itself into the confines of your skull as your head began to spin from the sheer ache tightening your muscles.

“Where the fuck is she?”

You recognized that voice.

It was one which you found yourself bounding through several stages of affection with. One that you feared, yet also adored. You used every bit of strength you had to tilt your head up, focusing your bleary vision onto the leaner fighter looking up at Fowler with nothing but pure hatred. You were far away from the two, yet you could recognize those piercing blue eyes anywhere, taking note of the bloodthirsty glint that always shone in them at the mere sight or mention of her targets.

You could only watch in your crucified state as Mizu’s elbows dug into Fowler’s push back on her, teeth grinding together as she let out a breaking yell before driving her katana into his shoulder, earning a hiss of pain from his throat. You only found yourself, drowning in the infernal fury of the ongoing fight between them, masking the air with a deathly thirst that could not be quenched.

“You really..really want that damned girl back don’t you? Pitiful little lady wouldn’t even open her mouth no matter what we did, might as well cut her tongue out.” Fowler rasped out, voice morphing into a chuckle gurgling from the blood rising in his throat as he grasped his wounded shoulder. Mizu’s anger only heightened at his degrading words, each movement of her sword against his torso becoming more and more intense as her temper thinned. “Abijah Fowler. You will tell me where (Name) is before I make you regret the very moment you decided to be born.”

Suddenly, a wicked smile quickly replaced the flash of fear in his eyes as soon as it appeared, his head nodding off to the side in your direction as he seemed to raise his eyebrows toward you like some sort of signal. Mizu followed his eyes as she kept her menacing demeanor up, glancing over in the same direction he was locked on. Her eyes widened with nothing but absolute terror.

Her grasp on her sword briefly faltered, almost clattering the metal against the ground as she took in your battered form, loosely hung from the two nails confining your palms into the bloodied wood like a butchered animal. Nearly every single inch of your skin was doused in crimson, various wounds tainting each limb. Whether it was a slash from a knife or a flattened bridge of skin from a hammer, any horrific type of torture that could possibly be conjured up was present across your body.

You parted your lips weakly as you caught sight of Mizu’s racing sights fixed onto you, attempting to call out her name despite the sting that bit at the back of your mangled throat.

“Mi..zu..”

She only felt her heart sink at your brutalized stature, your life barely hanging by a thread as you were practically mauled—rendered to the point of being unable to even scream. A sudden flare of contempt erupted in Mizu’s eyes, feeling a bubbling sensation of fury finally snap within her as she saw you hanging like a ragdoll. Slowly, her head turned back to Fowler, fueled even further by the smug expression plastered across his face.

You couldn’t even register what was happening anymore past the screams, only being able to hear the sodden rips of flesh and blood alongside Mizu’s remorseless onslaught of cries, bashing Fowler in with a blinding wrath which left even her unrecognizable in your view. The well-trained and cold samurai who seemed calculated with every move she performed, no matter how brutal, was now tearing at a man with no coherent thoughts present in her mind—only hate.

The rancorous barrage unfolding before your eyes nearly made your chest ache. Sure, despite your sweet nature completely opposing Mizu’s unfeeling one, you had always acknowledged the importance of her revenge. You knew that she had to kill the remaining three men who had potentially soiled her very existence by bringing a monster into this world, and you were supportive of it.

But this? This wasn’t what she was aiming for. This was just her lusting for blood, seeking to make them suffer more than her own satisfaction required. And it made your pulsing veins nearly run cold and stop.

“Aha. You need me to get to the other two..you can’t get to them without-“

“I don’t care.” She snapped, tightening her hand around the tsuka of her blade to dig through the first layer of his forearm and saw at the bone; earning a scream from Fowler which seemed as if it was elicited from genuine terror and pain this time. You finally hunched your shoulders back to use every drop of energy you had left coursing through you, yelling out for her to stop.

“It’s no..t worth it..stop it, please..”

Your choked out noise almost instantly made the scorching fire within her subside down to a tiny flickering flame, her blade embedded in Fowler’s side pausing at its cut midway. Looking down, it had finally seemed that she had come to her senses, breathing ragged and shallow as she yanked out her katana with a grunt as Fowler toppled to his knees.

Using his immobile state as an opening, she quickly rushed toward you, hands swiftly twisting at the nails hammered into your palms as you whined out hoarsely in pain. Her heart only clenched at your strangled noises, taking your holed hand in hers tenderly as the nails cluttered onto the floor. Mizu wanted to circle her arms around you tightly, squeeze your body against hers and dig her face into the crook of your neck while whispering sweet promises to never let you go again. Yet there was no time to act on what she wanted now. All that mattered was getting you out of that god awful castle where you had been abused past a breaking point.

Your head spun as you focused on Mizu’s face splattered with blood, her worried expression contrasting the violence that she had put on display not too long ago. “It’ll be okay, (Name). Hang on.”

Shrugging off the dark blue kimono fastened by her obi, she scooped your limp body up in the fabric, allowing you to bask in the warmth of her tattered clothing as she held you to her chest.

“I’m sorry.”

She paused, muttering against you once more.

“I should’ve never left you like this. Thank you for being there for me.”

Her uncharacteristically soft whisper brushed over your cheek, hand ghosting the blood seeping through the blue fabric shrouding your wounds, yet she couldn’t care any less about how messy her clothes got. As long as she could get you back.

…

“Now let me be there for you too.”

In one swift motion, Mizu clamped her teeth around the blade of her katana while you were swayed up in her grasp, using her own body to ram into the window and shatter it as the two of you descended down from the ninth level down into the freezing waters below.

Shards of glass flipped through the air, spinning as they scattered in all directions and occasionally grazed your already broken skin. You felt yourself swallowing your own breath in the icy pits of water engulfing both you and Mizu, her arms fastened around you like a lifeline as she held you close. She wouldn’t get caught up in her revenge to let someone precious die. Not this time. Perhaps she had changed from who she once was, transitioning from a cold blooded killer who clear out anything blocking her path, into someone who poured her heart out for a woman who was her polar opposite.

You couldn’t stay awake much longer, the border between life and death currently wavering in and out of sight and disappearing into an uncertain gamble between the two. Eyes shutting as the numbness spread to every inch of your body, you laid back, allowing yourself to be submerged in the blue embrace you had tainted a sickening red.

—

“Is she alive?”

“Master, be patient..she has a pulse but I don’t know if she’s even conscious right now.”

“How can I be? She practically got ripped open by Fowler! Even then these wounds look far too gone to even come close to healing..”

“They’ll heal, trust me.”

Muffled voices exchanged between two people echoed in your ears, a sharp sting interrupting any train of thought you had going on as you became well aware of your consciousness. A sore ache throbbed across every inch of your muscles, contracting tightly as you could quite literally feel the slits ingrained into your body. From what it felt like, they seemed to be stitched up, with a damp cloth pressed against the formerly open wounds.

You slowly blinked open your eyes being met with the dim light of a candle bouncing off the wooden floor. Your back was pressed against a tatami mat as you lay still like a corpse, the biting throb still twitching across your taut muscles. In an instant, you caught the sight of Ringo’s face hovered above yours, his eyes looking off in the distance as his blunt hands were situated on his lap. He was humming to himself while staring elsewhere, possibly waiting for you to wake up.

As soon as he looked back down at you, his expression contorted into one of surprise, delight following up almost instantly. “Master! She’s awake!”

You heard a rush of footsteps thudding across the floorboards, before the silhouette of a lithe woman’s shadow loomed over you, hands planted by her sides. Her slender fingers traced over your battered knuckles, thumb brushing along the torn off ridges of skin still healing before breathing out a long awaited sigh of relief.

“Mizu..?”

She nodded, squeezing your hand a bit and urging you to not strain your voice too much. Her downturned expression harbored a light of vulnerability striking off her cerulean eyes, as if she was mortified at the possibility that she would never see you open your eyes again. Ringo nodded in her direction with a smile, standing up and heading out the front door into the front of the unfamiliar cabin-like structure you were enclosed in.

Wasting no time, Mizu bit at the thread in her hands, pinching the needle between two fingers in the other. “Hold still.” Snaking her hand below your sagged arm, she lifted up with ease, pushing the needle and thread in tandem as you sucked in a breath to endure the searing push of the needle through your skin each time. She carefully stitched up the exposed wound, looking up at your face twisted in pain with her own expression of pity.

Your breathing came out in shallow gasps for air, the wounds still having a profound impact on your body as it was quite difficult to move your limbs without it feeling like being torn apart, much less retain your ability to walk around normally. You found that you were still curled up in her kimono, serving as a sort of padding against your back, layered atop the tatami mat. Honestly, it was a great substitute considering there wasn’t a futon anywhere in sight around here.

Ringo came back in, holding a bowl between his stubby hands as he carefully set it down beside your head to cool, harshly blowing at the steam wafting from the bowl. Once he deemed it was cool enough, he signaled Mizu to lift your head up—to which she did, as he held the bowl carefully, making sure it didn’t slip from his grasp. You swallowed each pour of the soup-like meal down your throat, being able to drink a bit easier after each swig.

—

Ah. What you would do to go back to those times.

You had always trailed behind Mizu with a smile, never leaving her side no matter how many times she had grumbled out for you to leave. Every moment spent with the stoic samurai had held nothing short of your heart racing beside her, as if you were in a realm of bliss no matter how harsh she was with you at times. No matter how many gruesome battles you found yourself walking into at her side, no matter how many times you stood at the brink of death and nearly toppled off the edge, you didn’t regret even an ounce of what you experienced.

For some odd reason, you found yourself captivated by Mizu, drawn in by the cold blue eyed samurai. At times, you even suspected that there was more beneath that ‘unbreakable’ exterior than she was letting on. The two of you had found yourselves closer than you could ever imagine, heart to heart with every wretched and dark secret burrowed in the crevices of your souls, yet still choosing to adore even the most monstrous sides of one another.

Even when you found out that it was a woman who lingered beneath the facade of a man, your view of her didn’t change at all. In fact, your trust only grew, knowing full well you saw a vulnerable side of her that very few had experienced.

You had taken the parts of her she deemed as impure, the parts she kept hidden from others along with the raw hatred engraved into her very existence, and huddled it into the warmth of your affection. Allowing the supposed animosity of an onryō to be hemmed between your arms as you poured our every drop of love you fostered within you to the demon.

You recalled a bunraku puppet show you had once seen, depicting the vexations of a woman who had fallen to once again arise as an onryō. Yet it was clear, that the tempestuous being had only risen from anguish. From the fact that it had been betrayed once, torn apart and trust crumbled right before its very eyes.

Perhaps that’s what you saw in Mizu. A broken woman who seeks nothing but satisfaction, completely shooting down the prospect of happiness at all. Despite how truly shattered she was from the inside, you didn’t mind it at all. You wanted to pick up each shard yourself, piece it back together slowly & carefully. Even if it slit your palms and stained them red.

The supposedly hardened walls she had gradually came down around you, her vulnerability shining through her guarded front. You were right. She had been betrayed by everyone she knew to ever exist, one of them being her late husband.

Mikio. You never knew him, yet his name alone left a bitter taste in your mouth. You promised—no, swore on your own life that you would never betray her in the way that man did. She was your top priority, the only one in this world you would ever feel so strongly towards. So strongly to the point where your bones lit up with a roaring flame of passionate adoration whenever you were in her arms. Mizu was everything to you, and you would rather die than let that change.

Till death do us part was a silly phrase, as you knew that you would grasp onto her, even after your pulse ran cold.

—

“Are you feeling any better?” Mizu inquired, her hand still supporting the back of your head. You mustered up the strength to nod briefly, returning her a smile which made her chest flutter just from the sight. Leaning into her chest, you breathed out a huff of air, clearing up your chest as you were slowly recovering and regaining the ability to breathe. Finally, you were able to speak up, albeit in a strained and raspy voice.

“You know..I never thought that the one whose injuries I always treat ended up treating mine.”

“I suppose that’s life’s cruel way of throwing irony in our face.”

Mizu’s face beholded a somber expression, one that made you tilt your head in confusion as you opened your mouth to ask.

“Hey-“

“I put you in danger. And even then, you endured all that just to stay alive.” She cut you off as if she predicted that you were about to ask her what was wrong, her voice seemingly held up as if it was threatening to break any moment. “I shouldn’t have. I thought that was the last time I could ever tell you that I love you.”

Your still discolored hand reached up to brush against her cheek, to which she was met with a look of surprise.

“(Name)-“

“You know that I would rather die than ever stop loving you.”

Mizu only hummed in response, carefully taking your recovering frame into her arms as she pressed a chaste kiss to your temple. To which you held back onto her with shaky hands, fingers weakly digging into her back.

“Thank you. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Thank you for my ember.”

A/N: I am deep fried rn this took so long but I love how it turned out I was far too passionate in writing this I’m screaming yippee

I listens to every bes ost while writing this (and ended up crying at some of them) forgive me but this deadass took like a whole ass 5 hours to write but tbf I did take like a 30-40 minute break at some point sooo

Anyway I love this request so much thank you for making a special request too cause that just fuels me to write good ily

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And Comes Dawn pt ii

pairing: halbrand/sauron x reader; there will be two love triangles in the future

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: In all beings, there exists darkness. when the deciver finds one who seems to defy this, he becomes obsessed with finding it within her. and if he can't find it, he will ruin her himself.

Tag: dark romance, slow burn, sauron is Stressed™️ , sauron is so horny he contemplates murder, minor sex mention, idk what else to tag or warn

Notes: 24 hours later I already have part 2 done. I was going to have up until galadriel joins the raft for part 2 but I have a lot of ideas so I'm splitting them up. I am also stretching the time during season 1, like instead of being a couple months it's gonna be about a year because it's my fic and I can do that. Saurons pov is all over the place bc he is all over the place and yeah. Feed back always welcome and lemme know if you wanna be tagged. Oh and everything was still done on my phone so sorry if it's weird.

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It was all a blur for you. You were woken from sleep by the creature attacking the ship and in the flurry of rushing water, screams, and the sound of breaking wood. You had found a pair of arms around your waist. You held your breath and clamped your eyes shut, if you were to die you didn't want your last memory on this Earth to be of the ship's wreckage and the corpses of your traveling companions floating under the water. These fears disappeared as you broke to the surface of the sea with the arms around your waist still holding you securely. You gasped and filled your lungs with air, wet hair obstructing your view, but you could see the familiar face of your savior.

“Halbrand?” You coughed.

He hummed a response, and you could feel the sound reverberate in his chest. It was comforting, the feeling of his strong arms and solid chest. Despite the cold of the waters, his body was abnormally warm, and you found yourself pressing into him for more of that heat.

“There's a raft not far. I think there's another survivor or two aboard it.” He spoke, securing one arm tightly around your body as he used his other to move through the water.

You squinted and could see what you suspected to be the raft he spoke of, but it was rather far for him to swim carrying you “I can swim. I do not wish you to have to carry me all that way through the water.”

“No,” he responded firmly. “There is some terrible beast who just destroyed our ship. I will not allow you to go out on your own in the water.”

“But then we could both die if it finds us.”

Halbrand looked down at you, looking into your eyes as he spoke. “In that case, my conscience will be clear because I will be dead. I can already see the arguments forming on your tongue, and the answer is still no.”

He gave you a pointed look at which you nodded, “Thank you. Now hold on, sweet one.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, closing your eyes. This has been quite the journey for you. You missed home, but you longed for a new start, a new place where your family's reputation didn't loom over you, and you weren't regarded with suspicion at every turn. You couldn't allow yourself to think this was it, that you'd die like this at the sea. You'd been through too much.

You didn't know if it had been 15 minutes or 3 hours when you heard a voice call out your name from the raft, the woman who'd slept across from you. You had only introduced yourselves and not talked much at all, but it was still a familiar voice.

“Here, help her up,” Halbrand called to one of the men as he hoisted you as best he could on to the raft. “There you go, sweet one.”

You pulled yourself up on the raft, and almost instantly, you found yourself falling asleep on the wood. Exhaustion took you after the adrenaline drop of finally being out of the water. You were swept into sleeps embrace as the sun began to peak over the horizon.

~

You awoke, rubbing the sleep out from your eyes and looking around you. The horrors of that night replayed in your mind, but then you remembered Halbrand. You sat up and noticed that the raft was considerably larger, different pieces of driftwood tied together, and makeshift sails set up. There were also more survivors than last night, but it was a considerably small amount. Your eyes roamed the passengers, but you couldn't find the one you sought.

“Your awareness of your surroundings is incredibly lacking.”

You startled at the sound of his deep voice, causing him to chuckle. He had been lying down and sat up as you turned to look at him. “Glad you woke, sweet one. If you'd slept much longer, I'm sure they'd try to add you to our rations.”

“There's rations?” You asked eagerly, unable to ignore the emptiness in your belly.

Halbrand nodded, “There is. He”- he motioned to an older man on the other side of the raft - “didn't want to give you any because you were sleeping, but I was able to do some convincing.” He handed you a chunk of bread and a small portion of dried meat.

You gave him your thanks, and as you grabbed it, you noticed his knuckles were bloodied. A quick glance at the old man, who you now noticed was sporting a bruise and a few cuts under his eye, gave you the answers you needed.

“Tell me you didn't strike an old man for this?”

He sighed, rolling his eyes and pushing the bread and meat further into your chest. “If I tell you he fell upon my fist, will you eat it? How I came about this matters not. What matters is you will not last if you do not eat.”

You sighed, feeling guilty but taking a bit nonetheless. The feeling of the bread and dried meat hitting your barren stomach was enough to make you moan softly. Halbrand chuckled, watching you and leaning against one of the makeshift masts.

“Thank you. For the food and for saving me. I don't know how to express my gratitude for all you've done for me,” you swallowed and wet your lips. “Though I must admit I'm greatly confused as to why.”

You looked over at him, brow furrowed as you awaited an answer.

“Because you are fair of face. I can not imagine the despair I'd fall into if I was stuck on a raft with nothing but them to look at,” he motioned to other inhabitants, “it would be quite bleak indeed.”

You couldn't help the blush that formed on the bridge of your nose and traveled across your cheeks. Despite this, you still shook your head. “There is no need to be rude or dishonest. I simply ask for the truth.”

“I admit that was rude, but it was anything but dishonest. You are beautiful, and I quite like looking at you,” his eyes noticed your blush, and it caused him to smirk - if only he knew of the butterflies forming in your stomach at his affirmation.

“Though,” he continued, “you are right. That is not the reason I saved you. It's only an added benefit. When I met you on the ship, there had been many that had complained that there was not enough notice. That I would deplete the rations and that they would have to recalculate everything. But you brought me extra soup, and it wasn't a small portion either. You brought it because you knew I had been on my own and assumed I'd been without food. You had no selfish intention. You were simply kind to a stranger because you felt it was the right thing to do. There is not enough of that in the world, and humanity can not bear to lose someone like you who is kind and good for no other purpose than that it is right.”

“Oh,” your voice was small, and your entire face burned bright red at his compliments.

“I would tell you more, but I'm afraid if I do, you may burst into flames.”

~

The waves rocked the raft gently, the previous night it had lulled you into a nice, deep sleep but there's only so much to do on a raft in the middle of nowhere and you had spent the majority of that time asleep. Your eyes watched the stars, feeling lucky that the sky was full of them and that the moon shone bright. The thought of endless darkness, especially knowing what was out there hunting in the ocean depths, was a terrifying thought. The sound of the others snores mixed with the sounds of the waves.

There was only one other who was still awake. Halbrand was busy tightening the ropes to secure the pieces of the raft together. You had noticed he did not sleep much. You had been on the raft for 3 nights and two days, and most of that time was spent with him. Though there wasn't much conversation, you seemed to be the only one on the raft he wasn't annoyed with. You caught him looking at you at times, which made you think he really did mean what he said on that first day.

“Still looking for hope in the stars, sweet one?” Halbrand teased with a smirk as he walked to where she sat and sat down next to her so close that their legs touched.

“Have you forgotten my name? You seem to only refer to me as ‘sweet one’.” You asked, tearing your eyes from the stars to look at him.

He rolled his eyes, your name rolling from his tongue. “Do you not like my nickname?”

“It is fine. I was just curious, and I wasn't quite sure why.” You looked up at him as you awaited his answer.

“Because you're sweet. Hence, sweet one.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You're quite the flirt, Halbrand.”

“Only with you, sweet one.” He playfully pushed his shoulder into yours, and he sat there with you, looking up at the stars.

You enjoyed the moment. The heat from his body and the solid feeling of him next to you brought contentment. You wondered if it was meaningless flirtations or if he could mean all of it. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You were stranded on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Any romantic feelings you may be growing for him were unimportant in the face of that fact.

You looked over at him, and your eyes trailed down to the relic that hung from his neck. You'd noticed it before but had never thought to ask about it. Your fingers gently reached for it so you could get a better look.

“What is this?” You tilted your head, holding it in your palm.

“Have you seen it before?” His voice was soft, but his brown eyes watched your face intently.

You shook your head in answer.

“It's the heraldry of my family. I only asked if you'd seen it because it has been almost an age since we used it. I can't imagine any family in the Southlands has used heraldry in some time.”

You turned it over in your palm, examining it further. “Why do you carry it?”

He wet his lips, gently taking it from your fingers and looking at it himself. “It's a reminder, a grim one, that our fates are never certain and that fortune can change for anyone. We've seen that here,” he motioned around them.

“Is it a grim reminder? I find it quite hopeful. No matter what, nothing is certain, and nothing lasts forever. There may be evil, and there may be terribly dark times, but those times do not last forever. There is also good. Also times of wonder and prosperity.”

He laughed, smiling as he looked at you. “Of course, that is what you would say. Ever the light and so full of hope.”

~

It was not long after this that you had fallen asleep. He still sat next to you awake as ever. His mind reeling and racing with millions of thoughts, the conflict within him felt as though it would rip right through him. He wanted control and order. It was the only way in which this world could know peace. He also wanted revenge on Adar, on the orcs who attempted to kill him.

But he remembered Morgoth. He remembered his former master and the chase for power that ended in his utter destruction. Even before then, Morgoth had become enslaved to the power he held and the power he craved. That was a fate that Sauron did not wish to share. He did not want to lose control for the sake of power, but he would never be quenched without having power. He could not have both.

Then there was you. He had not expected you, and he was finding himself enthralled with you. He could not understand you or the effect you had on him. A human, of all creatures, making him question all he knew to be true. He had not lusted for the pleasures of the flesh in thousands upon thousands of years and it was never for a human but when your eyes gazed up at him through your lashes or when he saw the smile stretch across your lips and the dimples that followed, it made it impossible not to imagine how those same eyes would look gazing up at him as you kneel at his feet or how those lips would look parted in ecstasy. His thoughts were plagued with the idea of taking you, tasting you, and utterly corrupting you.

It was all incredibly inconvenient.

This wasn't part of the plan and if it was just lust that plagued him, perhaps he could drown you and be done with it but the infatuation with understanding you and your motives and how you became this way stopped his hand. And the damn warmth that radiated from you that reminded him of the home he could never return to. With you curled into his side, he could close his eyes and imagine a time before he was corrupted. It made him wonder if he truly was past all redemption.

When those thoughts dared make themselves known, he'd imagine you looking up at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and his cock shoved down your throat.

His eyes drifted toward the water. It wouldn't be hard. He's so much stronger than you. He could handle any resistance as he pushed you under the waves, and then his mind would be free of those thoughts. But then he looked at you, and a million unanswered questions filled his mind. He knew if he killed you, they would remain unanswered and would plague him forever.

He cursed under his breath and watched as you slept. The choir of a million thoughts did not stop, and he briefly wondered if you would be his undoing.

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[cheriewoo]

Oh Ma Chérie | Jeong Yunho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 16 : Dacryphilia/ Tears Kink

↬ [ Synopsis ] : Yunho loves your doll-like eyes filled with tears, and you decide to give him exactly that, knowing it drives him wild. You were supposed to catch up after two years, but all you could catch was your breath with his long, thick cock in your mouth.

☆Word Count : 2.3k ☆Genre : Smut,Non-Idol Au. ☆Pairing : Neighbor! Yunho x F.reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : Pure smut (18+), dacryphilia/ tears kink, your tears turns him on (a lot!), edging/ overstimulation, fingering (fem recieving) , praise, banter-ish teasing, oral (m.recieving) , sexy neighbour Yunho, friendly sexual encounters, switch reader, pet names (baby, chérie, pretty girl), dirty talk (he calls you slut once) {lemme know if I missed it }

NOTE : Grinding hard to catchup my loves as my exams had a chokehold on me and I couldn't continue but DAY 16 is here and I am back **with my favie Yunho . Hope you enjoyit ma cheries.

Yunho loved you so much. Not a speck of doubt in that. He loved you so much that even when you cried, it turned him on, making him hot all over, the heat going straight to his throbbing cock in his pants. There was always this thick tension when the two of you were in each other’s vicinity, and with your friends constantly shipping you both and you both being neighbors, it definitely enabled a lot when you wanted to... explore stuff, let's say.

You both had actually dated for a year before ending it because you both got bored. It wasn’t serious,no doubt you had fun, a lot actually, but you both felt like exploring other options. There was nothing wrong with that and you would still be friends. Not hard feelings at all.

And after that, you moved to Paris.

You moving away was never part of the plan. It was sudden, and let’s just say love makes you do all things stupid and it did to you too. The whole reason you moved to Paris was just to be with your boyfriend at that time. But coming back now, nothing has changed. At all. Yunho is still your neighbor, still single, and still fucking hot.

You just returned from Paris after two years, and nothing has changed in the neighborhood. This place, where you grew up, holds the best childhood memories. Your first love, first kiss, first fuck and Yunho happened to be a huge part of all your firsts.

After visiting all your friends, you decided to finally pay Yunho a visit, which was kinda ironic since his house was right next to yours. But the logic behind it ? To save the best for last. Hehe.

You were supposed to just say hi, talk a bit, maybe catch up, and then come back home safe and sound. Ending up on his lap, with his long, sexy fingers stuffed deep inside you, curling and making a mess of you, was definitely not part of the plan.

"Yunho… ahh… yesss, fuck! Feels so good." you murmered, pretty moans ringing in his ears as you leaned back against his chest, head resting on his shoulder, while he whispered the filthiest things in your ear. His hot breath tickled your skin, and it finally felt like you were truly back home.

"You like that, baby? So tight, yet so inviting for me, just like I remember" Yunho whispered, his thumb rubbing your clit, making your toes curl with the delicious sensations. "No matter where you go, you always come back to me. Are you that obsessed with me, pretty girl?" he teased, your moans answering him.

"Well, no one can make me feel the way you do." you gasped. Yunho chuckled as he slid another finger inside you, stretching you even more. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain as tears brimmed in your eyes. A whimper left your throat, going straight to Yunho’s hard cock, forming a tent under your tiny hand.

Your hand went straight to rubbing his hardness, encouraging Yunho as his fingers worked your dripping cunt, moving in and out, curling, hitting all the right spots. Your vision was slowly going blank, stars starting to appear. Your body trembled under his relentless pace, lips parted, gasping as tears began to flow down your cheeks.

“Ma chérie, est-ce que ça te fait du bien ? (Ma chérie, does that feel good?) ” Yunho spoke, in french..? Damn! he sounded fucking hot speaking french that had you gasp from not only just pleasure but shock. You bit you bottom lip hard as a loud cry threatened to escape at the sheer intensity of the moment.

When did he learn french ? Did he miss you that much ? Oh baby!

“Mon dieu… tu es le meilleur ! (Oh my god… you’re the best) ”you cried, literally as your cheeks flushed adorning a red blush, a sight Yunho was dying to see. Slowly pulling his fingers out of you, to which obviouly whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, he slowly turned you on his lap, you now facing him.

What he saw was a sight he wanted engraved into his memory forever, an iconic picture he'd frame and plaster all over his bedroom walls. Your glossy eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, and plump, bitten lips, looking all flushed and angelic made it impossible for him to think straight. Lust crashed over him like a fucking tornado, leaving only one clear thought in his mind. He wanted you. Right now.

He scoffed at himself, watching you looking like a doll with glossy eyes staring at him, waiting for his next move. Slowly, he slid his fingers covered with your slick into his mouth, an mhmm vibrating through him while swirling his tongue around them while your mouth watered at the sight. You took a heavy breath, and without speaking, reached out, pulling his fingers from his mouth before taking a long, slow lick along his spit-covered digits, tasting both him and yourself. He swallowed hard, the touch of your soft tongue flipping a switch in his brain.

Groaning, he said, "Take them baby, into your mouth.”

You obeyed instantly, sliding three of his long digits into your mouth. Yunho groaned, his eyes closing as a chorus of "fucks" escaped his lips as he could fell the back of your throat at his fingertips . He leaned against the couch, all comfortable while your tongue swirled around, moving his hand back and forth, gifting him the pleasure he'd been missing for two long years.

An invisible magnetic pull always drew you back together, no matter how far you wandered off or with whom.

You pulled his fingers out with a "plop," lips trailing them, leaving a glistening line of your own spit as you gazed up at him through your lashes. His breath hitched, eyes heavy with lust as he bit down on his bottom lip, the sight of you making him look almost wrecked and fucked out and you hadn’t even really started.

“What do you want next, baby?” you teased, voice sultry, your doll-like eyes gleaming with a mix of innocence and heat.

Yunho exhaled a low growl, his eyes narrowing in that commanding, intense way that made your stomach flip. He brought his hand to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. "You know exactly what I want, doll," he whispered, his breath hot against your lips, teasingly close but not kissing you yet. "I want you to take all of me, just like you used to."

The anticipation thick in the air as you leaned closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body. Your heart raced, each thump enveloped you both. Yunho’s grip tightened slightly, a mix of dominance and longing as he searched your gaze, as if asking for permission, though you both knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

You nodded, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you stole a quick from his lips and slowly sank to your knees, the plush carpet beneath you feeling soft and grounding. Your fingers traced the outline of his pants, teasingly drawing near to the bulge that tented the fabric. His breath quickened, and you could see the struggle on his face as he fought to maintain control.

“Eager, aren’t you?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he tilted his head back, exposing the long line of his neck. It was your turn to take charge, to show him just how much you missed him.

“Only for you, Yunho.” you replied softly, your voice low and dripping with desire. You glanced up at him, locking eyes, and began to unbutton his pants, each click sounding like a countdown. When you finally pulled down his zipper, his gaze darkened filled with an intoxicating desire.

As you slid your hands inside, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxers, he let out a low groan that sent shivers through you. You paused, meeting his eyes with a sultry smile, and watched as the tension in his jaw tightened.

Recovering quickly he commanded, “Now, be a good girl and show me just how much you missed this.” his voice low and a bit impatient, and you couldn’t help but comply, feeling the magnetic pull between you grow stronger as you surrendered to his desires.

You chuckled softly and finally freed him from his confines, your breath hitching at the sight. He was just as you remembered. Long, thick, rock hard and totally ready for you.

Yunho’s eyes darkened further as you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly, feeling the way he pulsed in your hand. “God, you’re perfect.” he groaned, his head falling back as he savored the pleasure you were giving him.

“We were perfect. Still are.” you whispered , leaning in to press soft kisses along his thigh, igniting a fire in him. The memories of shared kisses, whispered secrets, and tangled bodies flooded back, reminding you both of the connection you had once shared.

“I want to feel everything.” he urged, his voice thick with desire.

With a mischievous grin, you looked up at him one last time before taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, savoring the moment. Yunho let out a deep groan, the sound sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

As you began to move, the tension between you only grew as you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensations, the sweet pressure, the intensity of the moment, and the sheer joy of being back with him. The tears slipped down your cheeks, glistening and mixing with the lust that filled the air.

Yunho’s breath hitched at the sight, his eyes darkening even more with desire. “Doll, you’re too beautiful.” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Those tears… they drive me insane.”

You looked up at him, your doll-like eyes glistening and he swallowed hard, the sight of you only fueling his need. The tears made him feel powerful, igniting a primal instinct deep within him, guiding his actions as he leaned forward, his hands tangling in your hair.

“Just like that.” he urged, his voice a low growl, as he guided your movements, pushing you further down his length. The combination of your soft whimpers and the tears flowing down your face drove him wild, making his heart race.

“Look at you,” he teased, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he watched your eyes well up with more tears. “So pretty and helpless, all for me. You really have no idea how much I have missed this for the past two years.” His grip tightened in your hair, forcing you to take him deeper, the salty taste of your tears mixing with the pleasure that overwhelmed him.

As you bobbed your head, your soft whimpers turned into muffled cries, each movement sending electric shocks through his body. The sight of you, desperate and wanting, only pushed him further over the edge. “You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you? Crying and taking it all like you’ve missed me so fucking much.” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “ Did you miss me ? Did you remember me when he fucked you when you were in Paris ?”

You moan as a response to his question only made him thrust his hips up, the force of him filling your mouth pushing you closer to your breaking point as you could feel him twitching inside your mouth.

“Just like that, baby. Let those tears flow for me. Show me how much you want it.” he whispered, his tone teasing but with an edge of seriousness that made your stomach flip. The need in his voice only fueled your desperation with tears spilling down your cheeks.

“God, you’re so beautiful like this.” he breathed, his voice strained as he watched you. “You don’t even realize how perfect you are when you’re crying for me.” Each word dripped with a sultry dominance, making you want to please him even more.

As you pushed through the intensity, you felt his grip tighten even more, his breathing growing heavier. “I’m so close, baby. Just a little more.” he groaned, his eyes dark with lust. The desperation in your teary eyes only made him want to tease you further. “You want to taste me, don’t you? Go on, beg for it.”

The heat between you intensified as you nodded, a choked sob escaping your lips. “Please, Y-Yunho… I need it.”

“Such a good girl.” he praised, and with that, he finally cummed hard in your mouth. His release filled your mouth, and the taste sent a shock of satisfaction through you along with nostalgia. You swallowed the entirety of his hot cum, relishing each drop and licking your upper lip as you held eye contact with him, smirking at him.

“Hah! You missed me so much.” he teased, a brow cocked up as he watched your tears mix with the remnants of his pleasure on your face.

“Is that what you call it ? I’d say it’s more like you’ve been deprived.” you shot back, your voice playful as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh really? Who was being a cry baby few seconds ago, all teary-eyed and wanting more.”

“Oh ? And who was begging me to not stop ?” you taunted back, wiping away the tears as a sweet grin appeared on your face. “Anyways, I’m just here for the show. Don’t let that get to your head, superstar.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. “Superstar, huh? Well, I guess I’ll have to give you an encore, then. Let’s see how many times you can make those pretty eyes tear up for me.”

You both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. Oh god, you missed this so much. This was exactly what pulled you back to Yunho. Not just the sex, but the whole vibe of it. His energy matched yours at every level.

Both of you had missed every moment of this deliciously sinful connection.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[verysanebsdfan]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟺: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ, ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ

The Perfect Equation: Hello and goodbye, for now

Ishigami Senku x fem!reader

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"Come out, (Name)," He calls out, making the other two turn around to face me too.

I am startled. He knew about me? Did he just now see me? Or did he notice me even before he died? No matter. I shyly walk out of my hiding spot between the bushes, about 20 meters away from them. "Hey..." I awkwardly greet them, adding a little wave. I finally reach them through the bushes I was trying to get through, and then I get tackled to the ground.

"(Name)!!" Taiju and Yuzuriha yell out together, both squeezing my body hard.

"I give up!" I gasp for air. guess Senku won't be the only one getting his bones broken today.

"Oh! Sorry!!" They both pull away and stare at me, I chuckle nervously.

"So, uhm..." I can't take it anymore and walk to Senku, gently hugging him while trying to conceal my sobs. "I was so scared you actually died... Do not ever do this again." To which he just chuckles and pats my head. "Now, now, we can't afford to stay here for too long." He says. "Efficient and logical as always..."

While Senku and I were having our short reunion, Yuzuriha crafted a...What is it? "The pattern on this leather kind of looks like a rocket ship, yeah? A science-themed flag like this is perfect for you, Senku." She says, and shows it to us. It was a leather flag, a multiple roughly shaped stars, with a shape that was supposed to resemble a rocket in the middle. "I think I see it... For the most part, at least." I comment positively, unlike Senku, who said, "Not seeing even one millimeter of a rocket."

She stands behind Senku and forces him to stand still, tying a big branch to his neck with the help of the Science-themed flag.

"I'm all fixed up. Heh, heh, heh... Professor Senku volunteered his body, and the experiment was a complete success. The healing power of the depetrification process is out of this world!" He smirks while adjusting his newly acquired accessory.

"Wa Ha Ha! We suffered so much 'cause we got turned to stone, but now we've got that same stone to thank for saving you!!" Taiju exclaims, absolutely thrilled!! "Kinda like you said when making that soap. Except this si even better!" I tilt my head confusedly at that. "This petrification is like a doctor that can save lives." Taiju continues, "Dr. Stone!"

After Taiju's quite moving speech, we all got together to clean up after us, all foot steps and anything that could indicate our presence. From the corner of my eye, I see Senku whispering something to Yuzuriha, her reaction being quite confusing. Similar to when Senku told me to make him a whole Rocket blueprint within 12 hours. Simply impossible, in the end, it was nothing but a draft.

"That's completely nuts. Insane! But I'll do it!" She said, clearly weighing the pros and cons of the task, Aw man, please tell me no gruelling labour awaits us. "What's the big secret? No fair. Lemme in on it!" Taiju butted in.

"We're thinking we should head back to Tsukasa." To which I gasp. "Oh, is that all? Back to Tsukasa! WHAAAT!!" Taiju lost it. I think. "But why?! He's the savage who killed Senku. Well, almost killed! He might've been a good guy once, but no, not even!" Taiju continues yelling, I get it, he saw his best friend die in front of him under Tsukasa's hands. I am also not thrilled about it. Will I even return with them? Ohhh...

"Tsukasa is convinced that I'm rotting in hell," Senku smirks. "I, on the other hand, am well aware of his current position. We couldn't hope for a better scenario strategically!" He fully turns to Taiju and Yuzuriha. "You two will act as spies and sneak into the Tsukasa empire!!"

"I filled Yuzuriha in on the details of the mission, Taiju, Your job is to protect her. The less that blockhead of yours knows, the stronger an asset you are." Senku says, well, that is kind of rude, but it is Taiju we are talking about, and it's not exactly wrong. Plus we have known each other for a long time. He trusts us. We all have a bond built on trust, so it's not a problem.

"Going forward, Tsukasa's gonna use the fluid to revive more and more young people. He wants to create a new world that he can rule over with strength. In order to bring down the Tsukasa empire and stop his 'purification' via mass slaughter, I need a rebel army that'll fight back with science!!

"But Senku, what can you and (Name) do alone...?" Questioned Yuzuriha and Taiju added to it. "Right! With Tsukasa controlling the supply of nitric acid, we can't make more gunpowder or revive any people to fight on our side!!"

"There are more ways to acquire Nitric acid, Taiju. For example, I read there is some way to get it from Platinum...Which would be tough to acquire... oh... And also from poop- That takes long though!!" I add, but the more I talk and realize stuff, I get more and more frustrated.

"(Name) is right, however, our best option as of now is to find whoever sent up those smoke signals and make some allies of our own!" Senku says, but only adds to my confusion. "What smoke signals?"

"So from today on, we're gonna spy on the Tsukasa empire while you two put together the science rebel army? We're splitting up to wage this war?" Taiju concludes correctly.

"Heh heh heh... Exactly right. Parting is such sweet sorrow, so get your crying in now." Senku smirks, already ready to depart. "(Name), bid your goodbyes; this mission might take months or even years." He pushes me towards Yuzuriha, whom I just hugged. There is no need for big words of goodbye. We spent 3700 years separated; what are a few more?

"We waved our goodbyes and started walking in comfortable silence, that is, until Taiju shouted. "Senku!! Promise that we'll..." But then he probably realized he shouldn't be loud and raised his hand. Senku responded by tying the flag on the branch and raising it high above his head.

"Heh heh heh... Just hang in there for a little while until I return. We've already waited 3700 years, so what's a few more months or years at this point?"

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"Our current plan is to make an alliance with the mysterious group 'X' that sent up those smoke signals we saw." Senku starts explaining the plan to me. "But" He eyes me, and my reaction to whatever he was going to say. "It'll be a big problem if Tsukasa makes contact with them first." I process his words and nod along.

"That would be troublesome. There are at least three possible outcomes... no, four?" I raise four fingers into the air. Then show one. "They already met and made an alliance, or they will do that before we have a chance to." I raise two of my fingers. "The second option is they met or will meet, and Tsukasa will kill or fatally hurt our possible ally." I raise three of my fingers, "or it will be reversed, our possible ally would be crazy strong, preferably if they saw what Tsuaksa did to you too!! And they will kill or fatally wound him!!" I lift four of my fingers. "Or they don't meet at all, at least not until Kingdom of Science vs Tsukas kingdom clashes. Is that right?" I question.

"For the most part. Those are the base options, the rest would be just slightly adjusted ones, I'd say," Senku responds approvingly. Then he glances ahead of himself, looking at the horizon. Then we both hear a loud sound of a tree falling. Why would it fall? The wind is calm- unless the second option of those I suggested was right. Both of us quickly run there, since it's not far away, a few hundred meters at best. Normally, I'd be glad, but what if we meet Tsukasa?

I grab Senku's collar and stop him. "Wait. Stay here, hide. I'll quickly scout the area if Tsukasa is still there. I know he will hurry to the cave you mentioned, but I don't want you to die." I say commandingly, but he grabs my hand into his. "There is not time for that. Let's go!" and he drags me along with him.

It took us only a few minutes to reach the fallen tree. There lay a young woman who could be around our age. She had blonde, messy hair that was put up in a ponytail, and she also had dark teal eyes. She looked as if she had some foreign genes in her, too.

She soon noticed us, and a surprised expression painted her face. "It's you! The gentleman sorcerer who protected the girl. You're alive!" She exclaims, her tone a little hushed. The tree that she is trapped under must be taking a toll on her.

"Sorcerer?" I pause over that but brush it off and rush up to her, with Senku right behind me. "Don't waste energy talking! We can introduce ourselves until we're sick of each other once you're safe! Save your strength for now!" Senku insisted while trying to lift up the tree using a stick. "I don't think that will work, Senku. The tree is too heavy." I state nervously. "As if I didn't notice..." He grumbles.

I crouched down next to the girl. "Senku, how long will it take to lift the tree?" I asked him, to which he responded, "Till sunrise, approximately."

"Can you hold out until sunrise?" I asked while checking for any bleeding or something indicating a bone fracture. "If you feel like you're about to die, we might manage to blast you out," I offer, recalling when Senku showed me how much gunpowder we had left on our way here. "With the little gunpowder's left...But if you give us some time...I am sure we could save you with a safer method!!"

The girl was clearly startled at our quick acting. "Listen, you have two choices; only you can answer, so answer quick. Which'll it be?!" Senku shouted.

"Right. My internal organs and bones are fine. I can endure!!" She responded, and we got to work.

Senku did some mental calculations and estimates, figuring out that we would need three pulleys. We then cut part of a tree, making thick circley things. Senku then blew holes in them with the little gunpowder we had left. Only leaving a tiny amount for future use, meanwhile, I cut up some bamboo and stuffed it with dirt. Just like Senku instructed me to. He puts it together, and I make a long rope, and then we finally set it up. After coating it with soap to make it smooth, it was complete.

"Twenty-first-century kids learned about this in elementary school, but it was invented a few hundred years before Christ by old man Archimedes. With this, a high school nerd like me and (Name) can wield strength on par with monsters like Tsukasa or Taiju." He says, looking like an excited kid or proud parent... "The pulley!"

And with that, Senku jumped off a branch, activating the mechanism, easily lifting the tree off the girl. I help her out and get her further from the tree. Even though Senku tied the rope tightly around a tree, I don't really know how much the rope can handle, so it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Astounding..." She whispers in awe. "Not your knowledge of that Archi-something fellow. But how you kept hammering away at the problem, one step at a time. Your unwavering conviction!" The blonde exclaims. "And you, how you always made sure I'm safe and not hurting too much, was really calming." She says while looking at me softly.

"My name is Kohaku. And I do believe I've fallen for you quite hard."

[bloodyinkandquill]

Scythe x Reader semi toxic yuri/canon accurate

if you keep talking that blah blah blah blah💃🕺💃🕺 kesha fucks hard her music is amazing, anyways toxic yuri😍 ok wait a minute note to self please finish this before bed, ok onto tumblr i go for some reason im thinking of banhammer self ship rn so im reading other people’s works on him rq to fulfill my own wants lmao

had a awful mental breakdown, skipped classes, couldn’t sleep until 5:30, didn’t work on this, i’ll work on it next lemme do something else idk man just need motivation

5 days later i think, i dunno man i just need to get this done ok let’s do this, this will probably just be general dating hcs ill be so real not that i won’t write her with a male reader but i hc her as lesbian *shrug*

- ‘She’s the most wanted demon in the Inpherno!’ pretttyy lady… your friends may not understand but it doesn’t really bother you, you love her and that’s all that matters

- Scythe has an almost flirtatious demeanor to her but when it comes to you that’s cranked up to 11, she loves teasing and flustering you, even simple things she changes into an opportunity to flirt, causal conversation where you look away for a moment? You bet your ass she’s grgabbing your face and forcing you to look at her, and with that she sometimes blows cigarette smoke in your face, it’s so attractive but gods it makes you cough, it’s worth it though for her

- She adores dancing with you, sometimes it’s slow and intimate music at home while other times you’re at a saloon absolutely boogie-ing it down, if you didn’t know how to dance you bet your ass she taught you, she’d make fun of you tripping or messing up but it never was that serious just more so playful banter

- Lightly suggestive but she would so slap your ass as you walked by, it doesn’t matter who’s nearby or where your at, she will fully go for it, and then either carry on like nothing happened or crack up, never in between

- She robs bars on occasion and gets the best most fancy and expensive wines to share with you, telling you all about her latest ‘job’ as you sip on wine you’re pretty sure is worth more bux then you’ve ever owned in your life combined, sometimes she has little trays of finger foods with it like bread with cheeses but usually it’s just a table with the two of you drinking the wine as you admire her

- Scythe very much enjoys going into detail about her work with you, from the regular paper work, to offerings, to her kills, if you’re squeamish it’s not your lucky day that incentives her to describe them even more graphically, but if you fully support her and listen intently when she talks about them she’s not as graphic but loves the look in your eye and you listen to her ramble about her ‘assignments’

- Sorry but if you’re going to date her you had to join the Church of the TRUE EYE, let’s be so for real here if she’s legit dating someone they have to be in the church, she said it’s your choice but you knew it wasn’t, if you wants to be with her you had to join, she hooked you up good, a word to the father here, great accommodations there, she was very pleased once you agreed

- Pampers you in a sorta macabre way, brings you the most fancy and beautiful jewelry she got from someone she killed, takes you on a fancy dinner she doesn’t pay for by threatening everyone to kill the entire building, gives you bouquets she made from flowers that reminded her of the colors of her favorite horns she has framed on her walls, once she tried to gift you a pair of horns she thought were very beautiful, you puked, she didn’t try that again

- Her love language is words of affirmation and gift giving, constantly using pet names to compliment you, and we’ve already discussed the gifting

- With the pet names she obviously calls you darling with her hot ass southern accent, she also calls you thinks like hot and sexy, wouldn’t put it past her to call you hot tits I’ll be so real right now, if she did you’d give her the most disappointed look ever and she just doubles over in laughter

- Scythe’s dates are usually really fancy dinners or saloons, quite different but you don’t mind since she’s usually a lot sweeter on your dates, more lovey at fancy restaurants and more protective and touchy at saloons, speaking of no one could lay a finger on you or she will cut that finger off and feed it to them, she can and will murder anyone she views as trying to flirt with you or harass you, it’s sweet in a very messed up way

- Not really a hand hold-y person but she touches you in other ways, an arm around your waist, hand under your chin, leaving lipstick all over your face and neck, it’s usually more intimate touches, maybe if she’s feeling a bit more adventurous that day she’ll use her sharp ass claws to draw a small amount of blood, she just loves the surprised slightly pained face you make

ok finally got this done let’s get this posted i’ll probably head to bed after this, do the firebrand request and do a self indulgent thing of windforce then open back up requests! WILD LIFE SCDIDHKFHSJ (life series, any fans of the life series who read this talk to me please i’m going insane)

[hanasnx]

fratboy!anakin headcanons

part: 3 | part 1 ⟹ part 2

minors dni 18+

word count: 0.8k | character(s): anakin skywalker x gn!reader

notes: do not give anyone road head it is so dangerous.

warnings: no use of y/n, mention of reader being shorter than anakin, mentions of copping feels, drug use mention (weed, acid, shrooms) and mention of sex on acid, mention of road head, mention of twitter porn links.

☥ If you sound interested in meditating and yoga, he’d ask if you wanted to join him on the basis he’s “really good at it.”

Sits quietly in meditation with a curated playlist of music and lit incense. Cop feels while he directs your body in poses.

He usually does both in the morning to stretch and center himself and get ready for his day, using a daily YouTube video from “Yoga with Adrienne.”

It’s not that you’re bad at it or know the poses by name but when he sees you putting pressure on your knee incorrectly, he comes up behind you real close and moves your body for you. Puts his big hands on your hips and pulls you back into him, and acts all innocent when you call him on it. He knows what he’s doing.

Showering you with compliments. “Lookin’ good, baby, you sure you haven’t done this before?”

and “I see you closing up here. lemme relax you.” beginning to massage your thighs, sliding up to your ass— as if it isn’t intimate enough already.

There’s a part of you that wants to keep dangling yourself out of his reach. “Ani, I don’t think we should be doing this.”

When he speaks, his lips murmur against the back of your head, warm breath washing over your neck. “It’s okay, it’s just yoga; you’re so tense.”

☥ He doesn’t sleep much. Nightmares aren’t an uncommon occurrence, but he suffers from a case of insomnia for a number of other reasons. So his time is spent doing other things. He has the graveyard shift at his job which tires him out enough for an hour or two long power nap until he can get to class or the gym or hockey practice.

☥ Extremely disciplined despite your preconceived notions. He sticks to a schedule: a healthy diet; takes his job seriously (even if he believes he’s the best person there and should move on to better things); committing to hockey and its demands; and has a brain that processes things like homework in a record time you’re envious of.

☥ Does smoke weed occasionally for “spirituality.” He’s done acid and shrooms for the same reason. All three being low on the risk factor of drug use, which is one of the reasons he was comfortable trying them out.

He wants to take a tab with you and fuck. All of your senses heightened, and inhibitions lowered. It’s mind-blowing. He wants to blow your mind and your back out.

☥ Has gotten road head from you before. It only made him drive faster.

☥ Plays Minecraft with you and you have a server together. (Named after your ship name. He doesn’t tell you that.)

☥ Movie nights where you swap your favorites. You show him Pride and Prejudice (2005) and he shows you Tron: Legacy (2010).

☥ Sends you Twitter porn links captioned; “us💕”

[rosaharazu]

Merlin Mysteries

This is the most genius title, I swear you guys, Im so proud of it.

Anyways....Magister Merlin.

First off, let's just appreciate the premise given to them.

A powerful, well-respected, legendary mage for as long as history can remember. But the twist is...they're amnesic. I think it's such a high stepping stone in making AFK Journey's MC a standout to other MC's of games alike.

Thanks to that, we aren't even Merlin's actual form, hence being able to customize our character to our liking as Merlin is using disguising spells.

But let's see their past shall we. Second:

So like, have you ever looked at the very tiny text at the bottom whenever you load into the game? There are like, two things about Merlin. I'm sure someone else has pointed these out, but I'll list it anyways. (i think there's three, but I've seen to have forgotten the third one and I ain't checking it out)

Merlin harnessed the leftovers of powers from the War and named it 'magic'.

Merlin was a part of the council in discussing terms of after the Immortal War.

So from this....Merlin may or may not be immortal themselves. Or, if we take a look at the opening sequence of the game, someone pointed out that Merlin may be reincarnated throughout time over and over again. Someone on youtube even thought Merlin could be a hypogean.

If that's the case...it's really tragic.

Merlin is a...wait, lemme check from AFK Arena. WAIT-DIMENSIONALS WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!

There's also a huge plot in Arena's Merlin, but none of this makes sense to me. Let's ignore that~ O-O

Furthermore, whatever they are...they must be immortal or something like that. And that's harsh.

You know that one storyteller in Holistone? He describes Merlin as, some feared them, some respected, but their journey is a lonely one. That's just...implies that Merlin's missing something.

I'd like it if Merlin's quote is, "I feel like I'm missing something."

I'm in Remnant Peaks, and like, I have two more areas to go. It may or may not have something to do with Merlin, so as of I'm writing this, I have no idea.

Third. Now, what I would like to write is....Merlin's relationships.

I mean, yeah, you can ship them with Valen, Mirael, and so on. But...considering Merlin's possibility of being immortal, it would be sad really.

I feel like Merlin won't engage in romantic relationships because they know so well that her partner won't be able to stay as long as they do. Maybe that's why she has Chippy and Hammie by her side, which I searched up, that familiars live as long as their masters live.

I'd like to think that Merlin chose familiars to love, and while it's only platonically, I think that love is the most special thing to have for Merlin. Because at the very least, Merlin won't have to wake up one day and find that their familiars are gone.

Maybe she's lost a loved one before, and over and over again, and they're traumatized by it. You know, at this point you can just assume I'm talking about my version of Merlin.

Even if Merlin were to engage romantically, they would probably sought for immortals like them, hence Celestials or...Hypogeans, maybe. (for me at least)

(I mean, Wilders and Maulers also probably live for hundreds of years, but they still die- WHY IS THE LIFESPAN AND TIMELINE SO CONFUSING?!)

The idea of Merlin not wanting to lose their partner is kinda engraved in my mind and you can't stop me.

What I'm saying is, Merlin has done so many things over the years. Being recognized as Esperia's greatest mage. One of the professors at Casseedee's Academy. Their stories go all over the lands....

and in return....

Merlin lost something more valuable. Possibly their mortality and memories. I dead set that Merlin may have traded those in order to become the most powerful, and before they know it....they've lost quite a lot.

And as of present day, Merlin forgets again and again, and deep inside them, an immense sense of regret, longing, lost and hopelessness. So they try to focus on the present, and the people around them.

You know, it would be nice if Merlin's amnestic side is shown sometimes, but I guess that's too much work. Oh well. Would be a little interesting, though. Like, maybe more of Chippy and Hammie comforting us. Yes, please. I'd like that.

Man...the game started a few months ago, so Merlin's lore isn't exactly much...why did I even do this...?

Thanks for your time! Have a lovely day!

[mqriuss]

kpop idol au yuzuha x fem idol!reader (Part 2)

jesus christ there's not a lot of you but i expected like two people to read my rambling BUT IM GLAD THE FEW OF YOU THAT READ IT ACTUALLY LIKED THE KPOP IDOL YUZUHA so here's more !!

part 1

i can't keep calling the character's members of your group/your group member/yuzuha's group members, so we need to give them names!!!

... i sat here for like 5 minutes i can't think of group names SO let's just move on to member's names lmao (feel free to give me group name ideas!)

your group members:

you

eunjung

sunhee

miyoung

hyunjae

yuzuha's group members:

yuzuha

haeun

haejung

yunhee

kyungmi

ok now that that's out of the way

your fans love it when you and yuzuha's groups make a comeback at the same time cuz that means they get sooo much interactions during the promotion era.

like music shows are so fun. the fans and shippers are so well fed bc you and yuzuha are (suspiciously) close with each other, the amount of photos and videos you have together are endless. and i haven't watched these in a while but you know when idols like vlog themselves for their youtube channel? yeah, best believe yuzuha will always appear on your group's channel and vice versa.

"oh, and there's y/n," sunhee says, panning the camera over to you. you were eating a snack while getting your hair done before your performance. looking over to the camera sunhee held, you did a little wave. then someone else's head pops into view, "yuzuha is here too for some reason," sunhee snickers, knowing exactly why she's here.

"hey, guys! lemme borrow y/n for a sec, okay?" yuzuha grins, waving at the camera.

username01: sunhee sounds like she knows something we dont

→ username02 replied: it's like i can hear her smile from behind the camera lmao

also, don't forget the tiktok challenges! with every comeback, each of your group's fans are always always expecting the two of you to make tiktoks with each other's new songs.

username01: chat it's been days why haven't we gotten a single y/nzuha tiktok challenge

username02: if we don't get y/nzuha doing each others' tiktok chalenges i will seriously end it all

username03: my theory is that y/n and yuzuha fought over something so it's taking them long to make a tiktok

→ username04 replied: NO WAY they were interacting just fine on the recent show

→ username05: you may never know, idols are good at faking smiles

yet here you sat with yuzuha on the inkigayo stairs, laughing together when she showed you the comments your desperate fans were making.

"oh my god, you're right! they literally expect it from us now," you say in between laughs. it's no wonder this was how fans reacted—i mean, you two were always one of the first to post tiktok challenges. so you purposely tried to mess with the fans by giving them absolutely no content this time around to see if they'll notice.

and like, what were you expecting? of course they'll notice!

y/nzuha shippers are the worst because they genuinely feel like their ship is real. like gayer and realer than any other kpop ship out there, and you and yuzuha feed into it so much. even though you were rivals, this shipping thing is actually beneficial to both of your groups. almost all of your group's fans are also fans of yuzuha's group and vice versa bc of your ship. your duo with yuzuha is even more popular than the duos in your respective groups.

ok anyways, so you and yuzuha finally get up and decide to make some tiktoks together and you decided—after depriving your fans of y/nzuha content, you were going to release ALL the tiktoks you made that day. two of them were your group's respective tiktok challenges, then there was like one thirst trap, two of the tiktoks were like those couple trends—yes your fans went crazy and that is an understatement, and then another random tiktok dance challenge.

username01: they disappear for days AND THEY COME BACK WITH A FEAST

username02: y/nzuha nation, how does it feel to suffer from success?

username03: what the FUCK i was literally just talking about y/nzuha doing this chalenge AND THEY ACTUALLY DID IT... y/n or yuzuha has got to be my oomfs

→ username04 replied: y/n is more likely to be oomf methinks

username05: Y/NZUHA THIRST TRAPPING ON THE OFFICIAL ACCOUNTS SOMEBODY HOLD MY HAND

both you and yuzuha lurk on social media a lot and it's to see the fans reactions to basically anything, you're both hardworking idols—seeing what the fans like and absolutely milking it—in this case, y/nzuha. it's just a cute thing at first like "aw look, yuzuha and y/n used to be on that traumatizing survival show and they're still hanging out and really good friends."

and then it started getting serious like you weren't just a duo anymore, you're a ship. well, you have been since the survival show but with your debuts, you both started getting more fans and as a result, more shippers.

the both of you just look at each other, already plotting different ways to make fans go crazy. your managers had to stop you guys from posting a really really suggestive thirst trap one time, even your members have to give you guys warnings every now and then like you two better cool it!

you also have known for a while now that views aren't really authentic anymore in the kpop industry because of the streaming stuff. your rivalry with her doesn't really show when they announce winners at a music show. but your fans do get a bit of nostalgia when you guys post content together.

username01: this video of yuzuha and y/n is literally just them trying to outsing each other

→ username02 replied: if they ended up in a group together, we could've gotten another girls generation song where every vocalist outsings the other

→ username03 replied: ACTUALLY THO cant we just merge their groups? can they collab already?

or like you know how sometimes, you don't see idols putting in that much energy into each other's tiktok challenges? (no shade btw)

yeah, that could never be you and yuzuha. in every video, fans have noticed you guys have to glance at each other while dancing. giving looks that say "i'm doing your choreo better than you are."

oh your rivalry would also show in variety shows. there isn't really any room for rivalry in terms of music and popularity 'cause you can hardly control how fans view you and if anything, you both are always so supportive of each other's careers. so when you get a chance to go against yuzuha, you take the damn chance.

variety shows are definitely nostalgic for the fans 'cause you two refuse to team up with each other for games unless you were assigned to the same team. fans eat it up so much, there would be so many clips going around on tiktok, instagram and twitter.

while we're on the topic of rivalry, ISAC is a big day for y/nzuha nation.

when everyone finds out yuzuha was the head of the kyūdō club in high school, they're immediately expecting her to win in archery. but you practiced longg and hard to go against her.

now imagine the fans reactions when they find out yuzuha herself helped you train for ISAC lmfaooo

i think that's all the rambling i have for now but here's a bonus: new fans or non-fans of your groups mistake your ship name for y/n x kazuha of le sserafim instead of yuzuha and it's the funniest day on twitter ever. y/nzuha stans attacking them for not knowing it's yuzuha and all 💀

you share a selfie with kazuha after that day for funsies. let's just say, you kinda... sorta... maybe started a little fanwar. but y/n x yuzuha shippers aren't the only ones getting a little jealous. :)

[asteroid-fruitcup]

long ahh rant about the lore of my warrior cats oc/sona

me? being in more than one fandom? i know crazy right? yeah well um ranting about my silly named Cloudstep

tagging @windowtoluxus because holy shit i’m going to cry laughing if you remember this but feel free not to read it because this is really fucking long

(tw for sewerside and self hatred but its really far down so i’ll put another warning there ehe)

cloudstep is weird sorta calico looking cat, like with normal calico colors but also with like stripes and gray (lemme pull up a picture of em)

this is the quickest one i could get its from a gift i made for catbark if you want heres the original

i don’t perfectly remember but i think they’re a siberian or a norwegian forest cat

originally, i actually made them a japanese bobtail but then i changed it because they live in a really cold climate (for some reason me and my friends decided on like switzerland but i don’t really know much about switzerland i read the wikipedia page for it a while ago ig)

heres their old design

(HELP ME MY OLD ARTSTYLE ASHKDHD)

so uh. if you ever see my username somewhere as like cloudstep or cloud_step or smth this is why

before i begin cloudsteps lore lemme rant about their UNIVERSE

so this whole weird alternate universe idea i had swirling in my head was supposed to be a complete joke and i wanted to make it as cringe as possible for like self expression purposes so laugh

basically in tnp the six or whatever died on their mission and like all the clans started dying out oof so then everyones kind of exploding and so somehow they get to the middle of switzerland (we’re all just like hey there were mice on a boat they got tempted but whatever the lore wasnt supposed to make sense) and they find a nice forest

so everyone sees some Fucking Puddle in a cave with 3 stars and they’re like “holy shit its a sign we should divide into 3 clans now!” so they divided into FireClan, StoneClan and MoonClan

me and my friends have a little lore for each but basically

fireclan is all the cats that are like heat resistant and their claws mildly burn you or smth theyre basically modern day shadowclan

moonclan is full of dumbasses. absolute dumbasses. something like that

stoneclan is just normal cats that have their shit together and know what they’re doing. quote on quote

enter stoneclan. there’s a cat named Lichentail. i hate him, i love him. probably my favorite other than like idfk a character that hasnt been introduced

backstory, lichentail’s mother is from moonclan, father from fireclan, and hes in stoneclan because he left as an apprentice i think i dont remember and im not asking the person who made lichtentail

now there’s also a cat in moonclan named Flareflare. we couldnt come up with a suffix for her so we jus named her flareflare. its okay because shes in the dumbass clan. but she was SUCH a dumbass and felt like SUCH an outcast that she walked her ass into the crystal cave and made a new clan called PineClan despite having no one else in the Clan. i dont know. our starclan was even worse than canon starclan.

so one day Stoneclan hears “holy shit, some dumbass started a clan” and the leader i forget his name goes up to Lichentail and is like “hey buddy can you find this flarey ahh and make sure she doesnt end the world and come back after like a moon or two” and lichentail is like “aight bet” and heads out into the middle of nowhere to find this actually red not orange pelted ragdoll fluffy ahh cat

hold on i have art for them both

lichentail

flarestar/flar yes shes blood red its described in a 50 page book i was writing as “the blood of her (nonexistent) enemies”

so yeah a lot of shit happens and after a moon or two pineclan has more cats! i’ll skip past a lot but for now

lichentail joined pineclan (also he canonically eats cheetos with flarestar no ship) his role keeps switching from warrior to medicine cat to deputy and he sucks at all of them

flarestar gets struck by lightning and dies once and then dies of rage once (lichentail was trying to steal snacks from an elementary school student and flarestar didnt like that) so 7 lives for her goddamn she will not live past 50 moons ar most

lichentail has a girlfriend named silverrose who totally isnt a bisexual murderer who killed her ex wife and repeatedly attempted to murder a cat named copperspots who i didnt mention because she’s with the stars now

some cats named crimsonpaw, lemonpaw, moonpaw, acornpaw, rosepaw and skypaw are in the clan now and their mentoring situations are a mess

moonpaw and acornpaw are slightly older than everyone else and also best friends

skypaw is the oldest

rosepaw is the youngest

crimsonpaw is flarestars child

soo. cloudstep…

cloudstep (well unnamed at the time) was born as a loner with their siblings (3) in the middle of nowhere. they’re a curious little shit so one day cloud asks younger sister torrentwind (also unnamed) “hey wanna explore” and torrent being a silly young fella is like “sure haha!!!” so they run off and soon realize they fucked up because uh oh theyre in the middle of nowhere and cant get home. so for about a week they traverse the landscapes until they roll down a hill towards pineclan territory and crimsonpaw finds them and spawns them into PineClan.

so yea. cloudpaw has an obbsession over leaves n stuff and is always trying to show the other apprentices the cool leaves they find! but no one cares because theyre just leaves!

ima just throw in a meme rq hold on

yeah basically if anything bad happened to me irl… this poor thing was getting the worst of it :3

AvA 11 core-

(tw here !!! i think this is a decent place to cut off bc the rest of the post is kinda that)

so yeah. cloudpaw likes leaves, no one likes leaves (should mention theyre also trajning to be a medicine cat so idk what this was about) and lichentail the little shit isn’t being helpful at all.

so cloudpaw is stressed as hell and decides to become a warrior. stuff gets a little better, she graduates or something, no more lichentail. and she has friends i guess but still no one really likes leaves

so yeah. she starts spiralling. waking up in the morning is getting harder for them. they’re getting dreams of lichentail and silverrose, a terrible fate for flarestar. they have no one to truly call family in pineclan, just a few friends. every day. wake up, if you can. hunt something, why do i smell blood on the borders? ignore it. walk back. there was nothing there anyways.

rosefur(paw) is dead? that was the scent on the borders. cloudstep wished that they cared, why didn’t they? lichenstar is the leader? great. just great. and he hated them too.

it was a terrible desicion, she doesn’t remember what it was, but they snapped at lemoncane on patrol and ran back to camp before anyone saw the gash on her face and questioned what caused it. who’s fault truly was it anyways? what had gotten into her?

the next moon was empty. nothing. silence on patrols. silence in camp. silence watching the rivers flow. silence feeling like lichentail had snuck upon the borders without her knowing. silence from everyone, not just them.

and yet, it felt like the same silence they had heard all those moons ago. everyone is still in silence. but crimsonstar is still around… no. just silence. and she probably doesn’t like leaves anyways.

cloudstep forgot to smile when they turned towards crimsonstar that day. thankfully.

there was a good bush of deathberries outside of camp. she left. silence. silence, silence. maybe the silence would end in starclan. whatever.

and they fell to the floor.

starclan wasn’t terrible, for the most part. at least they could visit moonheart and flarestar now. but what’s this? crimsonstar at the crystal cave? wants her back? misses her? found them and cried?

but why?

flarestar looked at cloudstep. the rules never seemed to apply anyways. and this would be the one smart desicion that flarestar would make, whether it should have been possible or not.

a few minutes passed and cloudstep woke up next to the berry bush once again

and suprisingly, had a friend greeting them at their arrival. with tears.

applogies from both sides. cloudstep never felt like she was living in silence anymore. not nesecarily chaos, but things weren’t monotonous anymore at least. times changed and so did she. and for once, maybe they had found their place.

…

(COUGH COUGH) TURNING OFF POETRY MODE (COUGH) (WHEEZE)

well ok thats my oc ig i’ll rant about more lore if you want ehe its like 11pm tho so goodnight tumblr

[baka-monarch]

Heeeyyyy I'm doing voretober this year!!! (Or at least I'm gonna try to) and here's the first one!

Ao3 link

Space

Gem had a meeting. She had a deal with this guy who wanted to hire her for some bounty work. It was supposed to pay well, but he was sketchy and she wasn't sure if she trusted him- especially with where he asked to meet.

Chrysos was a gambling moon, once a wasteland turned into miles of casinos, bars, and other things made for either getting rich, wasted, or both. Everywhere felt sketchy as she walked through the streets of one of the cheaper towns- Taboonan. She was heading to a bar in a small alley, her trusty trident on her back and at the ready. Anything could happen, and for all she knew this deal was actually an ambush.

Gem took a breath through her gills before she entered the building, going straight for the bar as she kept her head low. She ordered a drink, just some water with some small fish to snack on as she waited. There weren't many people here, only a few at a table laughing and a couple in a corner whispering to each other, otherwise it was just her and the bartender. She noted that she was one of the larger species here, the only other of her stature being the bartender and his scales were reptilian, differing from her blue and orange ones meant for the water. Otherwise majority of the other patrons were furry, not much of a surprise since most fishfolk like her didn't get off planet much- it wasn't like everyone with gills could breath air.

Gem was taking a sip as she thought, chewing and swallowing a minnow as someone sat by her. A Gordon, another reptile but this one she knew from when he'd contacted her and her crew. She nodded to him and he smiled.

“Well it's good to see you showed up.” The naga spoke and Gem rolled her eyes.

“Of course I did, I don't go back on things.” Gem let out a huff and crossed her arms. She was a reputable bounty hunter after all.

He raised his hands in surrender, “Of course of course.” He nodded then motioned for the bartender, “I see you already got started on a drink, but lemme get you something from the area before we talk business.” He turned to the other reptile, “Two terran shots please.” Gem raised a brow as the bartender hurried through a door.

“So, while we wait, mind giving me those classified details?” She sipped on her water, there was only one fish left, swimming at the bottom.

The naga nodded, “Of course.” He smiled to her as if he was relaxed- he was still a foot shorter than her and definitely more skinny, it was obvious he'd be at the disadvantage if anything went wrong. “There's this guy calls himself X or whatever- he's in charge of this company that builds ships, lots of planning- well my employer would be very happy if they were to hear he just y'know… befell a deadly accident.” Gem knew who the naga was talking about, Xisuma. She'd done a few jobs from him before and he was always more than happy to fix her ship and help her crew out- she already knew she wouldn't take the deal, but was careful to control her face. She needed to know of this employer.

Gem opened her mouth to ask more, but as she did the bartender returned, setting two shot glasses in front of the two. “Thanks.” The naga nodded and slid a credit over- Gem wasn't paying attention though as she looked at the small glasses. They looked different than normal shots, lidded and void of any alcohol- but that wasn't the part she was focused on. Inside each was one tiny person, cramped and struggling to push the lid off. They didn't look like any alien she knew, but she could hear them talking, panicking about how to get out. The one in front of her hit on the side of their glass, their hair brown with green streaks and stubble- and she could tell he was shorter than the other.

Gem felt pale, this definition wasn't legal, for a multitude of reasons. “Sooooo….” She licked her dry lips, forcing herself to keep up the facade, needing the name of that employer. “What are these little guys?” She smiled playfully as she picked up the shot, the tiny person yelping as he got shaken around. She felt guilty, but if she could get through this she could get him out of here.

The naga smiled and picked up his own shot, “Humans,” He answered as he gave the glass a shake, the one in his hitting the sides a painful amount of times. “They're from that Earth planet, y'know the one with low oxygen mak'n everything tiny.” She held back a frown as the naga teased his human by licking the glass. “Taste pretty good apparently, and feel even better going down~”

“I see…” Was all Gem could mutter out as she looked down at her tiny human. He was glaring at her and held up a middle finger as soon as he noticed her staring- she snorted, yeah that was fair.

“You got a feisty one I see, those are always the best.” She looked back at the naga as he pulled the lid off his glass. She wanted to snatch it away from him as the human tried to climb out- but they weren't fast enough as he threw them back and swallowed almost immediately. “Aaahh…” He sighed and rubbed as the wiggling lump that soon disappeared into him. “Trust me, you'll love it~”

“I’m sure I will.” Gem forced a smile as she continued just holding her glass, avoiding eating the human if she could. “So about that employer-” She started, trying to get on topic.

“Lady, I don't like talking business until my associates join me, so c’mon try the little fella then I'll give the other details.” He smiled and something in Gem boiled. It was like he knew she was avoiding it.

“And I don't like taking jobs unless I know who I'm working for.” She growled, trying to intimidate the other- it didn't work as he smiled and shrugged.

“Guess we'll hire someone else then.” And that's exactly what she was afraid of- if she didn't know the name of this guy then they'd just hire someone else to kill X. The naga started to stand and she panicked.

“Well if a shot's all it takes to get the job.” Gem forced a sly smile, glad when the naga sat back down. She looked down at the human who'd pushed himself against the back of the glass, looking up at her nervously. She took a breath through her gills to stay calm as she started pulling the lid off.

●●●

Joel looked up at the alien fearfully but was trying desperately to hide it as her giant claws and webbed hand pulled the top off of the massive glass he was in. He didn't waste any time though, he'd spent too long watching these giant aliens and knowing they planned to eat him, as soon as the lid was off he pulled himself out and jumped off the alien's scales hand. He didn't get far though as he heard her make a shocked sound from above and soon another scales hand was in front of him and snatching him up.

“NO-” Joel squirmed and pushed at the hand around him, but it didn't budge at all as he felt it move. Soon light returned as the hand opened and he found himself closer to her mouth, staring into her green eyes. She looked different than most aliens that came, she had blue scales for starters, and no nose, orange fins that looked similar to hair and ears- and the thing he noticed most though, was her mouth full of very very sharp teeth. “Just put me down-” He shouted out, kicking errands fingers desperately.

In response though what he got was the alien opening her mouth, her tongue poking out as her hand moved closer. He tried to kick her mouth to get away but it didn't do much as he got thrown in, landing on the back of her tongue in a heap. Joel pushed himself up quickly and hurried back towards the front of her mouth, slipping and stumbling, but it made no difference as the opening soon closed and he was left in darkness. He took some deep breaths, trying to stay calm… until the tongue under him moved and he was suddenly squished into the top of the mouth. He groaned and squirmed, pushing down on the tongue but it only started moving him around and covering him in saliva. He felt gross as he tried to scoot forward- but soon the tongue started pushing him back and he felt the sucking before he heard it.

Gulk.

The alien swallowed and Joel yelled out as he got sucked down into her throat. It was tight and slimey, squishing and pulling him down at a constant rate until soon enough he was forced through a tight spot before falling into a larger area. Joel gasped and pushed himself up as soon as he landed and ran over to the wall, pushing and hitting at it. “Let me out blummin asshole!” He yelled, trying to hide his fear but his high pitch gave things away. He kept kicking and hitting at the fleshy, groaning wall, hoping to give the alien a stomach ache- instead the wall pressed in as she belched above him.

“Oh excuse me.” He heard the alien say and felt the stomach vibrate with her voice. “So about that employer-” There was more talking after that but he didn't pay any attention. He was trapped, going to be digested by some giant alien monster and there was nothing he could do.

Joel sat down and curled up. Maybe it'd be fast at least…

●●●

Gem felt sick as she walked out of the bar, having learned what she needed but having traumatized a human in the process. At least she had a storage stomach so he was safe, but he didn't know that… She sighed through her gills. She knew the employer, evil X, and now she could get the human home. That's what mattered.

She rubbed her belly and looked down as she walked through the streets back to where her ship and crew were waiting. “You doing okay in there?” She said quietly.

Things were silent for a while before the little guy answered, “What do you think.” He practically snarled back and Gem frowned.

“Sorry, I wasn't sure what else to do.” Her main stomach gurgled and she felt the human jump. She bit her lip, feeling guilty, “Don't worry you're safe in there-”

“Blummin Hell am I safe! I'm in you're fuckin’ stomach!” The human growled.

“No no no-” Gem hurried to say, “Not my main one. That one doesn't digest anything, perfectly safe!”

The human scoffed, “And why should I believe you?”

“Well- are you burning at all? In agony? Dead?” The human was quiet for a moment.

“No….” He answered quietly.

“Exactly.” She smiled, “You can trust me little guy and as soon as we're on my ship I'll spit ya up and Impulse can figure out how to get you home.”

“Impulse?”

“Yeah he's part of my crew- or team, we work together on bounties and stuff. Trust me you'll love em!” Gem's smile grew and she started walking a bit quicker to get back.

The human sighed, “Fine, as long as nobody else eats me.”

“I promise they won't!”