#big pupils big energy yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

[buckyalpine]

i feel like bucky definitely gives off like horny teenage vibes but times that by ten. like maybe y/n and bucky finally get together after the whole “will they won’t situation” and the minute bucky sleeps with y/n i feel like since he’s been so touched starved for like 70+ years that he’s like the most insatiable, kinkiest man y/n has ever been with , he’s touchy, he’s needy (in the best way possible) and all of the avengers are like “i’m glad you’re happy bro but put your dick away and get your hands out of your pants” and then he’s like “no”

18+ All the incoming smut. I need a cold shower wtf, this is so hot, is this even allowed? The answer is YES. yes it is. Bucky gives 10000% horny teenage energy and with that serum in his veins?

The will they won't they situation drives Bucky insane because it's gone on for long enough. He's been pining after you, too shy to actually spit it out, taking what he can get in those feeling moments you share. Lingering touches during training. Longing stares across the room. Late night talks where you're both too close to be just friends but you're not quite anything more either.

Bucky airs on the side of caution when it comes to you until he sees another man trying to get your attention from where he's seated at the bar. He's spent enough nights alone with his hand between his legs, tugging and pawing at his cock for some type of relief, surges of jealousy absolutely crush those feelings of shyness he had. By the end of the night, he has you naked in bed and he's ready to take you apart every which way but you're just too fucking pretty and he realizes he needs to be touched more than ever.

Bucky is the neediest baby on the planet, he's greedy, trying to touch every bit of you all at once. He doesn't have time to feel shame, to try and act like this is something he does on the regular. Honestly, he doesn't care that he's practically humping you like a little puppy, his hips rocking against your bare cunt, cock perfectly slotted between your folds.

"It's so fuckin' hard, angel" He moans against your neck, one hand squeezing your waist, the other reaching up you to tug your nipples. "My cock is so fuckin' hard cause of you"

He hasn't felt anything this soft in years and he's putty in your hands. He feels so sensitive all over, letting you push him onto his back so you can kneel between his thighs, your mouth so dangerously close to where he needed you so bad.

"Wait-wai-oh God, fuckkk meee" Bucky's head is thrown back with the deepest groan when you take his flushed tip into your mouth, dribbles of precum wetting your already silky tongue. He nearly shoots when you pull off with a pop and dip down to play with his sac, your warm mouth so much different from his hand.

"Oh my god my balls are so fuckin' heavy, yeah just like that baby, never had em' sucked before, fuck I- m'cumming!" His back arches and he has to careful not to clamp his legs shut as he starts to cum without warning. His hips thrust up against the air and his hands rush down to hold onto your head as he practically rubs his balls against you.

"Let's empty your cock, baby" You coo when his orgasm starts to slow, your hand coming up to wrap around his now semi hard cock. Your slow strokes cause spurts to dribble out and he starts to get harder against your palm.

"Shit, m'getting hard again baby, put it in your pussy, c'mon please angel, wanna feel it, it's been so long" Bucky's always considered himself a dominant man but that was until it came to you. He was definitely going to redeem himself but not tonight. Tonight he was just a needy slut for you and he was going to own every bit of it.

He spreads apart his thighs more for you to see how big and hard he is, not like you didn't know. He's pouting with those flushed cheeks, pupils blown, pawing at your body to get on top.

"Can I suck your boobs, wanna suck em' so bad, fuck-c'mere, put your nipples in my mouth angel, feed me those perfect breasts with my cock in you"

"Ready Jamie?-

"Yeah, yeah please, m'ready I promise, I'll be good, my balls are full again, feel them, please, wanna empty my cock" You hush his needy whines, reaching behind and cupping his sack with a smirk on your face.

"S'full again baby?"

"So full" He nods, his jaw falling slack when you start to sink down on him, chest heaving, how the fuck was he already ready to blow, there was no way-

"FUCKKKK" He cried out, shoving his hips up so he was stuffed all the way, pulling you down and rolling over, giving you sloppy thrusts while cum spilled from his sensitive head.

"Don't even think I came this fast the first time I touched myself" Bucky mumbles against your neck, practically purring while basking in the best post orgasm haze he's ever felt. He loves the smell of raw sex filling the room, your combined arousal the best thing on the planet. He's not ashamed from cumming multiple times, hardly lasting, making such a sticky mess on the bed.

He's too busy getting in all his needy cuddles while you baby him like he deserves, kissing his forehead and rubbing his back, cooing at the way he hugs you extra tight.

But it doesn't stop there.

Bucky is insatiable and after finally getting a taste, he's not going to stop now.

"For fucks sake Barnes" Sam shakes his head seeing Bucky make out with you while your perched on the kitchen island, the sight sort of wholesome except he can see the way the soldier is slotted between your thighs. Your legs wrap around him and Bucky's hips are rutting against your core, shamelessly trying to hump you, barely muffled groans slipping past his lips. If rubbing his dick on you was all he could get, then he'd fuckin' take it without a question.

It wouldn't be the first time.

You'd been caught more than once in the middle of missions. Bucky knew he was down bad when he was injured once and forced to just keep surveillance over a mission you were leading. He was watching everything on a large screen, lasting all of 5 minutes watching you in combat unless he couldn't handle the ache between his legs anymore. At first he hid what he was doing pretty well.

Then you sliced someone's neck and-

"Oh fuck me!"

"You better be shot, stabbed or missing an eyeball" Sam hissed through the coms while Tony's cackled crackled through, everyone's frequency synced to keep in contact.

"Sounds like he's the one whose about to shoot-

"FUCK BOTH OF YOU"

"MMPH" Bucky didn't bother responding, continuing to jerk his cock off while watching his gorgeous girlfriend.

"I know you're happy with y/n, and I'm happy for you both, trust me, but for the love of God can you please get your hand out of your pants?!"

The muffled groan that follows has Sam contemplating letting his wings fall off mid flight. Steve nearly gets stabbed with how distracted he is.

-

"Does Barnes every put his dick away?" Clint snorts hearing the muffled sounds of the bed hitting the wall from Bucky's room and seeing as you're nowhere to be found, it's clear what's happening.

"No. No he does not"

[xazse]

Hiiii!! ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

I just wanna see say that first of all that I LOVE UR works! I literally SCREAM when I see ur works they're so good!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

Anyways I wanna share my thoughts with you if that's fine (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

I just watched a cute cat video with a tom cat meeting his kittens for the first time and I just thought what if it was Tiger hybrid!Sukuna meeting his cub, Yuji! (With a tiger hybrid reader too)

At first he'd be like growling and looking annoyed at the sight of Yuji cause I heard that's how usually male tigers respond to their offsprings (and they usually don't help raise or look after cubs), maybe pushing him away too (but not enough to hurt cause he somewhat cares kinda). But over time he starts getting attached to little cub, mainly cause reader forces Tiger hybrid!Sukuna to spend time with their cub. And he'd act annoyed but deep down he actually bonds with the little cub, ah its so cute!

(btw not forcing u to write or anything just sharing my recent hyper fixations (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡)

No the Peakness in this needs to be studied, sorry I haven’t been uploading I’ve been in a block so I hope y’all enjoy this! Thanks for leaving the request!!! Just something sweet and short to tide you lovelies over. PLUS THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS SO SWEET!!

Warnings: Tigerhybrid!Sukuna + TigerHybrid!Yuji + Tigerhybrid!Reader + baby!yuji + big ol tiger family + not proofread

“Kuna stop it!”

“You’re scaring him with your loud growling, stop it.”

“He isn’t scared stop overthinking it, plus I’ve already told you I don’t want em near me.”

For such a huge scary Tiger like Sukuna he sure was giving off childish energy right now. Everytime little Yuji crawls to get close he’s pushed back right where he started. He doesn’t even seem to care that he’s growling and clearly not happy.

He’s so distracted and infatuated with Sukunas tail that flows back and forth, greedy little eyes looking for something to bite probably.

“I wish you’d stop treating him like a stranger he’s our baby.” You cross your arms and go to pick up Yuji, he eagerly has his chubby little arms out for you to coddle him, how can Sukuna just not find him so adoreable?

A loud huff of air comes out of him his tail whisking angrily behind him, you see the glint of sweet in his pupils it’s just a facade he needs help getting over.

And getting over it will happen.

It starts with baby steps at first, you pretending to need to make Yuji a bottle before he gets fussy, so you quickly plop him in Sukunas lap, he has no time to process or tell you to get him. He has no choice but to let Yuji curiously grab all over his face.

Sukuna thinks Yuji is too soft to be his, he should at least have a backbone at his age but he mainly blames you, you’re far too kind for someone of his own species, Tigers are meant to be fierce but he isn’t getting a hint of that from either of you.

Sukuna is holding Yuji awkwardly, arms outstretched and holding him in the air away from his body. The cutie is babbling and giggling about nonsense. Sukuna pulls him in a little bit closer and he immediately starts sucking on his cheek, encasing the whole thing, Sukuna is quick to act disgusted and pull him away.

You come shortly back with the bottle and also plop it down in his lap.

“No”

“Yes.”

“Kuna, please I’m extremely tired and need a quick break.”

You flash him your sweetest eyes and even pull your fluffy ears backwards, you really strike his heart everytime you do that so he grumbly obliges to watch Yuji.

Whilst you’re in the room he begins feeding Yuji, everytime he so much as rests his arm Yuji is whining for the bottle.

“Can’t even move an inch can I?” He straightens up and fixes himself. Sukuna can’t help but poke at his little inflated cheeks, filled with warm milk he looks so content gobbling it up.

He really looks like him even has the same patterned tail and tiny fluffy ears.

When he finishes the bottle he isn’t sure what to do besides letting Yuji relax on his chest and watch something, the baby Tiger is slowly drifting off his soft coos slowly fading.

This is okay just for a little, only until you rest up, he won’t have his wife walking around tired then he’ll throw the brat back in your lap.

But that doesn’t happen, it’s becoming an everyday thing where he feeds Yuji then they both drift off on the couch, it’s like this over and over.

Sukuna finds himself searching for Yuji in your arms then taking him to do the most random tasks with him laid awkwardly on his side. He still doesn’t know how to hold his own son properly but you’re so ecstatic.

You catch Sukuna helping Yuji build his building blocks up, then when Yuji knocks them down and is about to cry he’ll quickly build the tower back up in reassurance. You can see his tail swirl around when Yuji looks up to his daddy to help him.

On nights where Yuji is crying out for you, you’d usually get up to go comfort him but it’s Sukuna who jumps up faster than you to go tend to him. The room goes quiet within 10 minutes.

Sukuna won’t say it out loud but baby Yuji is starting to grow on him!!<33

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Gooigi (again)

Debut: Luigi's Mansion (3DS)

When I was playing Luigi's Mansion 3 for the first time, I was thinking, "I sure love Gooigi. I wish I could write a Weird Mario Enemies post on him, but we already have one..." but I now realize! That post was written before the release of 3! We had no idea! No idea.

Who is the Mario character with the most fleshed-out backstory? Is it Mario, with his monolithic catalogue of media appearances? No, the insight we get into his past is simplistic at most. Is it Rosalina, with her beloved storybook? She comes close, I will admit, but there is someone who comes closer! Can you guess who it is? Can you guess the character I am hyping up in the post with a big image of Gooigi at its forefront? Yes, you can! It's Gooigi.

Indeed, Gooigi has seven entire pages of lore from the official website, written from the perspective of E. Gadd himself, explaining his origins, how he does what he does, WHY he does what he does, everything! You can read it here, and I'm not going to waste time repeating what was already said. I will just paraphrase: Goo is made from coffee mixed with ghost energy. Gooigi is the result of Luigi's digital data being zapped into it for a default form. Gooigi was sent back in time to Luigi's Mansion 1 for training and research purposes, and is now stored in a canister in the Poltergust G-00.

Got it? Good. Here is Baby Gooigi. How precious! Back before he had any Luigi in him at all. This is Goo in a human-shaped mold, and you may notice the mold itself has no face. Baby Gooigi learned how to express agony all on his own! It's no wonder they took a photo of this milestone!

Now with Super Mario Bros. Wonder, we have TWO gelatinous Luigis to choose from. And why not both? Gooigi is a separate entity, so Gooigi and Wubba Luigi can coexist! But not always... when playing Luigi's Mansion 3 single player, Luigi and Gooigi must be controlled separately. Luigi is able to will his consciousness into the doppelgangreener to control its movements, and it's here that it gets extra weird! Weird to the point that this game basically has multiple possible continuities?

Gooigi is NOT scared of ghosts, at all! He is an anomaly to them! This is very much "distinct character" behavior. But how is this the case if Luigi wills his soul into Gooigi? Well, both concepts are kind of true at the same time! As we can see here, cutscenes will actually change depending on if the game is in single-player or co-op play, portraying different events! Really really weird! It's like if Schroedinger's Cat was a pair of funny green men, one with bones and organs, and one translucent. So what is the truth...? (Spoilers for Luigi's Mansion 3 ahead...)

In the ending, even in single-player mode, Gooigi is portrayed as his own sentient character! Even though this contradicts the "consciousness transfer" lore, I think this is the "true" intention for him. It's much more fun and less awkward if he can be active at the same time as Luigi! I also don’t think they care that much about minor gameplay features being lore-compliant, since Polterpup got pupils in the end of the second game, and those were removed in 3 without explanation.

Unfortunately, as the hotel crumbles after King Boo's defeat, Gooigi falls from the top floor and dies.

He even says "bye-bye" before the fall. I can't believe this. How could Nintendo allow something so upsetting? They thought it was okay to let Gooigi say "bye-bye" rather than "goo-dbye"? That has "goo" in it! It would have been perfect. (I am not actually upset by this at all and "bye-bye" is more in character)

After splattering on the pavement he reforms, because duh. He's goo. You can test this for yourself! Scoop a glob of mayonnaise out of the jar with your hand. Next, travel to the top of a skyscraper. Finally, drop the mayonnaise off of the side! When it hits the ground, it will not have died. Science Fact!

As silly it may be, I was a bit worried Gooigi might die for real, even though that wouldn't make any sense to happen. I was just thinking of modern Paper Mario, introducing new buddies only to take them away by the end. But I should have known that Luigi's Mansion is not at all like that! This is the series where they gave Luigi a dog, and that was that. We don't see Polterpup as often as we should, but it cannot be argued! Luigi has a dog. What would stop them from keeping Gooigi around? Nothing, that's what! He stays with E. Gadd, and is not going anywhere!

Just like Polterpup, I would love to see Gooigi more, though. I would love for him to be Luigi's answer to Metal Mario! Gooigi driving a kart! I don't care that he dies in water, and I don't think Nintendo would care too much either. I would like to leave you off with The Big Question. This is a new, distinct character, who is "genetically" similar to Luigi. As such.

[thewulf]

Who Did This To You? || Rafe Cameron

Summary: Request - Rafe fic based on song wait in the truck by Hardy. Basically he sees her one night that he’s going for a drive to calm down picks her up and drives to the house of maybe her dad or boyfriend and shoots them... Read Rest Here

A/N: Wrote this quick but had so much fun omg love a protective Rafe!! Thank you so much for the request @loving-and-dreaming

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k+

Rafe’s truck raced down the winding street on the Pogue’s side of the island. He stopped at Barry’s needing to pick up another supply for the party he’d planned to be at that weekend.

What he wasn’t expecting to see was you stumbling along the side of the road completely disorientated and disheveled beyond repair. He parked his truck close to your trembling body that kept trying to walk but seemed to betray itself.

“Y/N?” He called seeing you off in your own head. He shivered seeing the amount of blood that coated the front of your body once you turned responding to your name. He didn’t see that. You were fucked up. Beaten up by somebody who clearly wanted to hurt you. But who could have wanted to do that to you? You might have been a Pogue, a Maybank even, but damn he’d be lying if he didn’t say you weren’t a big ass ray of sunshine. Despite every shitty circumstance thrown at you, you handled everything so well.

“Who did this to you?” Rafe asked brushing your shoulder careful not to touch anywhere you may be bleeding from. There was so much fucking blood. It made his own damn head queasy, and Rafe was used to blood. He wasn’t sure how you were even standing. The metallic smell of the drying liquid brought him back to the urgency of the situation, “Maybank,” He raised his voice a bit but cursing to himself when he say you shy away, “Hey, Y/N. Who did this to you baby?” He asked once more trying to help. But the alarm in your eyes told him he’d fucked up somehow. Was he standing too close? Did he touch you where you might’ve been hurting from?

You shook your head trying to get away from his grasp. This wasn’t the Rafe Cameron who ragged on you day in and day out. He’d never, ever call you baby. No, you were hallucinating. Just had to keep going, JB’s cottage wasn’t too far now. You tried your hardest but whatever it was you were dreaming was stopping you from moving.

“Y/N?” He asked pulling you back towards his truck. He didn’t want to hurt you, but you clearly weren’t in the state to be wandering down a dark ass road with what looked like half the blood in your body coating every inch of exposed skin and drenching the clothing you had on.

“Please.” You whined trying to pull your hand away from his gentle embrace, but you couldn’t. You didn’t have any more damn energy to try and fight him off.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He brushed the hair that was clinging to the dried blood on your cheek away drawing a soft groan from your lips, “I’m so sorry pretty.” What you thought was the hallucination whispered at you, “Why don’t you sit down in the truck Y/N?” He asked you. Worry laced his eyes seeing a blown-out pupil in one of your eyes as he finally made eye contact with you. He knew you were in rough shape. A blown-out eye was never a good sign.

“I can’t. Have to get…” You coughed feeling the adrenaline wearing down and the full effects of the beat down from your father start to set in. He’d hit you before, yes. But never had you experienced the full wrath of your drunk and likely stoned dad. It was a damn miracle you were even alive right now. Had you now been able to get a kick to his chest knocking him off balance you weren’t sure if you’d be breathing right now.

Gingerly, Rafe placed his hands on either side of your head trying to get you to focus on him, “I’ll take you, okay? Just, sit down. Please baby? You’re hurt. Really fucking bad Maybank. I need you to sit in my truck.” He said with a little more authority trying to get you to acknowledge him. Sure, he’d never been exactly kind to you but seeing you like this? Broken and shattered? That enraged Rafe.

You weren’t each other’s biggest fans, but he still grew up with you. He watched out for you at parties. He knew what his friends said about the younger Maybank. He also knew you had your brother and his friends protecting you. He was never worried about you. So, seeing you looking like you’d just escaped a crime scene on the side of the road at ten o’clock at night sent alarm bells ringing through Rafe’s head.

You nodded into his hand, “Okay.” You croaked out noting how damn bad it hurt to speak.

“I’m going to pick you up, okay?” He asked softy, only more concern and worry lacing his eyes as you listened to him.

You nodded not having it in you to answer him.

That’s all he needed to scoop you right up as quickly but gently as he could muster. It made him sick seeing you so broken in his arms. He’d always thought you were beautiful. Everybody on the damn island thought you were. What set you apart from the others was your kindness though. No matter how nasty he and his friends were to you and yours you always greeted him with a smile and sometimes even a wave. No matter what. No matter what nasty comment he threw your way. You always handled him and his stupid ass friends with grace. Something your older brother lacked greatly. What he lacked in your made up for greatly and vice versa.

Rafe set you down as softly as he could in the passenger’s seat of his truck, his father’s truck. Not really giving a damn about the blood that would surely be staining the seat below you. Never in his wildest imagination would he thought this would be the reason he’d be hiding the truck from his father until he could get it detailed. He always thought he’d wreck it, or it’d be his blood coating the seats beneath him. Never would he have guessed it could be you in this scenario. He’d always had a soft spot for you. Always picking on you a little less and a somewhat more lightly than he did any other pogue.

“Can you stay awake there for me Maybank?” He asked reaching over you to buckle you in. When you didn’t make a sound he panicked leaning back to look at you, “Y/N?”

“I’m trying.” You sighed closing your eyes while leaning your head back. God, you felt like absolute death. How in the hell did John B and JJ get into this shit so often? It was downright painful. Boys were mad you’d concluded quickly.

“Thank you baby.” He buckled you in making sure to pull it the seat belt tight knowing you weren’t really in the state to hold yourself up, “I’m going to take you back to my place okay? Get you cleaned up. Then, we can find your brother when you’re feeling up to it?”

You couldn’t stop the tears that slipped from your eyes. It was too much. All too fucking much. It felt like Rafe was killing you with kindness. He wasn’t acting like the guy you thought you knew. You thought he was an absolute dickhead with literally no redeeming qualities. But this? This had you reeling. Rethinking everything that you thought you knew. He was being so sweet. So kind and gentle. So loving.

“Hey, hey. Y/N? Are you okay?” Another round of panic flashed through his eyes seeing your tears roll down your face now. So softly, so unlike anything you thought you knew, he brushed those tears away with the pads of his fingertips.

You let out a shaky breath nodding your head, “I’m okay.” Finally, you opened your eyes to look him over. He looked, rough. To say the least. Panic had thrown his appearance out of whack. It was hard to see with one eye being nearly busted but he didn’t look like the confident Rafe who never seemed to break.

He gave you a long look over, almost unsure with your answer. You clearly weren’t okay. But you were alive. You were tough. You were Y/N. The beauty of the island. The girl who seemed to brighten anybody’s day without even realizing it. A gem among mounds of coal. A fucking Maybank of all people.

He gave you a curt nod before shutting the door. Not a moment later he jumped in the driver’s seat, “You can stay in my room tonight. Dad and Rose are on the mainland working a deal. Sarah is with John B for the night. Wheezy is sleeping over at a friend’s. The house is mine, ours.” He spoke while starting the engine. Looking over to make sure that was fine with you.

“Sounds good Rafe.” You spoke softly, finding it easier than speaking at a normal volume.

He had to ask again. Looking you over as he drove back towards his house it was a damn miracle he’d found you. He wasn’t even supposed to be on that road, but he stopped by Barry’s on a whim. Low and behold he fond you. Broken and barely moving.

“Who did this to you, Y/N?” He asked with a little more authority in his voice. The anger rose as he heard you wheezing, seemingly trying to gasp for air. Likely a broken rib making it hard for you to breath in.

“I don’t…” You tried but he quickly spoke over you.

“Yes you do Y/N. Who did this to you baby? Please tell me. Please” His tone of voice turned to one of pleading. You looked over at him seeing his broken look studying the road ahead of him, careful not to put you in more danger than you already were in.

You let out a broken sigh. Why were you trying to protect the scum bag anyway? You were tired. So, fucking tired of hiding from him. Screaming at him when he was wailing on JJ. Screaming at him when he was punching you. This wasn’t a life you wanted. Wasn’t one you could stand much longer.

“My dad. My dad did this.” You clenched your hands together to stop the shaking.

Rafe looked at you incredulously, almost as if he didn’t believe you, “Your dad?”

You nodded silently closing your eyes once more. Afraid to see what judgment might form in his look.

“Is your dad still at home Y/N?” He asked a lot more seriously than he had been moments before.

“Yeah I think so.” You spoke quietly. You felt the truck slow and change directions, “Where are we going Rafe? I thought you said we were going back to yours?”

He hummed, “We are. Just making a stop at your place first.”

You shook your head, “No, Rafe. Don’t. He’s not worth it.” You knew him stopping could only mean trouble.

He kept driving knowing you weren’t in the state to put up even a little bit of a fight, “Look at you Y/N. I’m just paying old man Maybank a quick visit.” He cooed seeing how distraught you were right next to him. A gentle hand laid to rest on your thigh. He rubbed his thumb in circles trying to soothe you just a little, “You just wait in the truck baby, okay?” He asked not giving you much of an option.

More tears spilled, “Please be careful Rafe.” You felt an internal sense of dread as his truck rolled up on the gravel sidewalk in front of the piece of shit trailer you, JJ and your dad lived in. You should be grateful, or so your dad always fucking told you.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be right back. Then we’ll get you cleaned up, yeah?” He leaned over placing a soft kiss on your forehead. Surely, you were in some sick dream. Who in the hell was this man? He was so gentle, so soft with you.

“Hurry.” You whined feeling your body losing to the grapple of consciousness. Rafe must’ve sensed your fading into blackness as he nodded before hopping out of the truck. You didn’t miss him grabbing the gun under the front seat. You gulped as you heard him beating on the front door calling out for your surely passed out father. He wouldn’t be very happy when he came to. But you didn’t hear the rest. You succumbed to the darkness letting the hold of darkness take control for the first time in a while.

“There you are.” Rafe’s voice made you turn your head toward him. You felt him grab at your hand giving it the most delicate squeeze. Acting as if your hand was made of the finest porcelain.

“Rafe.” You sighed, “What happened?”

He gulped turning away from you, “I’ll uh… I’ll let your brother explain that.” He gave you a soft laugh, “Let’s just focus on you right now, how are you feeling baby?”

“Baby huh?” You finally commented on his newly used pet name on you. You were usually ‘Muddy Maybank’ or the ‘Pogue Pleaser’ as he so kindly called you.

Rafe smirked knowing this meant you had to at least feel a little bit better if you were commenting on it, “Sure. Suits you.” He nodded his head brushing the hair out of your eyesight knowing you were probably far too sore to be moving so soon.

You quirked an eyebrow in surprise. Maybe you looked really fucking bad because this wasn’t the Rafe you’d known for the last fifteen years, “Does it?”

He nodded giving your hand another soft squeeze, “If you want.” He left it up to you.

You thought for a moment. You weren’t blind. He was bloody fucking gorgeous the man was. Tall but not stalky. Built but not too muscular. Fine as hell. Dapper as could be. Style beyond recognition. Class further than you could ever imagine. But… he had that mouth that put you down so often. Put your brother and friends down too. You’d sworn him and his type off completely long ago. But why, for the love of God, did it make you feel the tiniest amount of giddiness when that word came off his tongue?

“Maybe I do.” You admitted.

His smirk only grew to a smile as he heard you, “Yeah?” he scooted the chair closer to his bed that you were lying in. You looked yourself over impressed at how well he’d managed to clean you up while you were unconscious.

You nodded giving him a soft smile, “I like the sound of it.”

He hummed using his free hand to run his thumb along your unbruised cheek bone, “Then it’s settled. I’ll call you baby so long as you let me.”

You grinned feeling that dull flutter turn to more rapid nerves in your stomach as you let yourself fall more and more into the man sitting so closely next to you, “Rafe?” You asked feeling the exhaustion come over you once more.

“Yeah?” He answered you with a small amount of concern seeing your eyes flutter closed once more. Had he missed something? Were you still feeling bad? Were you bleeding internally?

“Will you sleep with me? I’m tired.” Your soft voice broke him from his own train of thoughts.

He looked you over seeing the delicate state you were in. But that sweet begging look on your eyes when you looked at him had him agreeing with you too quickly, “Anything you need baby.”

He climbed into the bed next to you. Softly he grabbed at your waist pulling you as gently as he could towards himself letting you adjust to him as best as you could, “Thank you.” You whispered letting yourself nuzzle into his chest falling asleep before he could even respond.

“You have no idea, sweet girl.” He knew you were asleep, but he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. He didn’t miss the sweet smile that came to your face as you slept in his arms. Rafe could certainly get used to this.

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•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

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wip #1 • SINK IN MY WITH YOUR DOG TEETH!

there's something off with logan...

this is the feral!logan fic that won the last poll i posted. i'm almost done with it, literally all i need to do is finish up the smut but it's been kicking my ass every single time i try and sit down to actually finish it :))) which is so great and fun for me :)))

The energy in the room crackles like a storm about to break, and you feel it in your bones, in the way your skin prickles under his gaze. "I was only gone for an hour," you say, your voice measured, careful. "You were still asleep when I left, I didn’t want to wake you."  You chance a glance over your shoulder, and the sight of him steals the air from your lungs. Logan hasn’t moved an inch from his perch on the edge of the bed, but the sheer force of his presence keeps you rooted in place, heart hammering in your chest. “Hmm, that’s real sweet, baby,” he drawls, sitting up straighter now, leaning forward. The motion makes him seem larger somehow, shoulders broad and imposing in the dim light. His tongue drags slowly across his bottom lip, and the way his gaze rakes over you feels like a physical touch, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Your fingers still in the drawer, fabric slipping from your grasp as your pulse pounds in your ears. You can’t bring yourself to look away from him, caught in the snare of his sharp, predatory focus. You turn slowly, arms falling to hang limply at your sides. "I wasn't gone long." Logan tilts his head, a low, amused sound rumbling in his chest as he rises to his feet with a fluid, deliberate ease that makes your stomach flip. “Didn’t feel that way to me, darlin’.” His voice is a low, gravelly purr, sending a shiver down your spine. “Felt like forever.” His eyes never leave yours as he crosses the room, the green completely swallowed by the dark black of his pupils as they seep into the color like oil spilling out over the surface of a lake. You’ve never seen him like this before, so hungry. "Logan," you say slowly, back pressed tightly against your dresser. "You're really starting to freak me out."  Logan hums idly, head cocked to the side as he watches you. "I can hear your heartbeat."  His tone is calmer now, but there’s still a dangerous edge to it, like a knife pressed just lightly enough against the skin not to break it. Your pulse races, heat simmering in your stomach despite the slight edge of fear clawing its way through your chest. He stops in front of you, close enough that his scent invades your senses strong enough to make your knees feel like they’re about to buckle beneath you. “There’s nothin’ to be scared of baby,” he mutters quietly, thick arms coming up to cage you against the dresser. 

wip #2 • ALL THAT GLITTERS...

a billionaire walks into your job, and then into your apartment…

omg...a bruce wayne fic? yeah i don't know either...i just got way too into the dc universe by accident and had one (1) single idea that i thought fit his character too well to not write it. will i actually ever post this? i don't know. am i having fun with it anyway? yes, maybe a little too much fun. don't read into it i'm just throwing this at the wall because it's plagued my mind for days.

You snort, shaking your head as you walk down the hall, but you can't help the way your mind starts wandering. Maybe Rachel is right, was that your big moment? The story you'd pass down to your grandchildren once you got old enough that your filter had gone? "Yes, it's true, grandma had one crazy night with the Bruce Wayne." You shake your head, dispelling all thoughts of what might have happened had you not spent the whole lunch nervously poking at a way too overpriced plate of pasta and shoving your own foot in your mouth. Bruce—Mr. Wayne—clearly felt some kind of pity towards you that day. He was known for his charitableness, helping you score that holiday bonus and taking you out was just that—charity. You had to admit it was good press, a good headline to splash across the magazines he frequented. You could see it so clearly in your mind. BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY BRUCE WAYNE CHARMS BUMBLING SALES GIRL WITH LUXURY LUNCH! HEART OF GOLD, OR JUST ANOTHER PR STUNT? You sigh, the memory of his perfectly polite smile gnawing at you. He didn’t look uncomfortable, though. If anything, he seemed...amused. Not in the cruel, condescending way you feared, but in the same way someone might look at a puppy struggling to climb a too-tall staircase. Endearing, maybe, but ultimately a fleeting novelty. It wasn’t like the Bruce—Mr. Wayne—was secretly harboring some deep, hidden interest in you. He’d paid for lunch, helped you out with a well-placed favor, and probably forgot about you the moment he left the restaurant. A man like him doesn't chase after someone like you. He chases after pretty trust fund babies, A-list actresses, supermodels. Not women working commission at Harrow & Bloom that live in broken down apartment complexes where there's only one elevator that's been out of order since you moved in. And honestly? That was fine. Better, even. You didn't need that kind of stress in your life, the stress of being thrown off the deep end and into the public eye all because you were photographed on your solemn walk of shame out of Wayne Manor. You were over it. Completely over it. That's what you tell yourself as your wrench the door open with a little more force than necessary and— And Bruce Wayne is on the other side, standing in the hallway of your shitty apartment complex in a perfectly pressed suit looking extremely out of place. Bruce Wayne is on the other side of your door. The door that you slam right back shut directly in his face just as he opens his mouth to speak. What the fuck?

kisses!

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[immaterial-vivi]

a royal awakening :3

Oh, hello. Hi~ 

You're finally awake, I was starting to get worried. Well, not really, the vets helping the fishing trips — you know… No, you don't. Never mind. Anyway. The vets here are all really smart and careful and good at their job. I didn't actually doubt them for a second. I'm just impatient, it's such a big day for both of us! Aren't you excited?!

Oh, don't look at me like that. And you don't have to struggle that hard, struggling is over. Forever. You're all taken care of, I promise. And no one has ever broken out of those restraints, so you might as well save your energy. 

Coming down from the boarding class-Z… from the pink fog is a bit rough. Sorry about that. They use that stuff because it's so fast acting, to prevent accidents, like the times the rescue staff lost a few vines over one of the little fishies getting fussy. Now that doesn't happen as much anymore. And you look adorable, all dazed with those big, beautiful pupils. I could just eat you up. Not literally. Maybe Mistress will, if you ask her nicely. 

Who I am? Her royal highness, Princess Bea Buttercup, first of her name, hugger of plushies and warmer of Her bed. Oh, and First Floret. Of course. Actually, only Bea Buttercup and First Floret a real parts of my name, but it's fun to play pretend. I do that a lot— 

But isn't it much more exciting who you are? Or are going to be? My connivent. Maybe even Pinnate. Soon. But you'll have to ask my properly and politely for that second one. You can be my little sister! Or my royal foot-stool, if that's more your thing. Victoria Buttercup, Vi for short, Second Floret, little sister to the princess and royal foot-stool if she feels like it. Or I feel like it. 

What do you mean? That isn't your name? But I picked it out so carefully. I even asked the AI for a girly royal name! For you, of course. I came up with Bea all on my own! Or Mistress did, I'm not so sure. Well, that's not the point. I'm not going to call you that ridiculous name you had on that uniform name-tag. Lieutenant isn't a real name! And the other one… Well, you'd much rather be my Vi, I'm sure. 

Gosh, you got all blushy! Just from hearing your name. Yes, your name, unless you really want a different one… But good girls do as they are told! Mistress says that a lot— Oh. Oh! Oh, Everbloom! Now she's really blushing. I was just teasing you before, but now you're ~glowing~. Are you a good girl, Vi? A good little sister for me? 

I knew it. Mistress said I didn't need to worry. And she was right. Or course, Mistress is always right. I can't remember a time when she wasn't. 

Come on! Good girls don't need those. Get up, let's go, let's find Mistress so you can thank her for getting you out of there. And I can thank her for bringing me my little sister Vi! You're going to be so precious. 

We're going to have so much fun! 

[kaeso4ka]

Optimus loves you. And someone's falling in love with you, too. Something's brewing

Pairing: yandere Optimus Prime x reader

You weren't very popular with the men. Neither was she popular with women. You weren't a femme fatale that people craned their necks at. Nor was she a person with a pleasant energy.

So when Noah came to you and started giving you active - or not so active - attention, the first thing you thought of was Optimus. And his holoform. And some other Cybertronian quirk.

It was just too suspicious. Or are you just being paranoid?

Maybe so. That's why you were too cold and even aggressive: the first bouquets a guy gave you flew at him and into the trash. Sometimes in reverse order.

Noah studied together with you, so not meeting in the corridors of the educational institution was problematic. It's not that you were hiding on purpose, it's just-- Cautious.

Or afraid, but not that Noah was a Prime, but… That Optimus would find out?

“These are for you,” Noah smiled broadly, holding out a bouquet of red roses to you. “Sorry about the slightly crumpled petals.”

You froze as you approached Optimus standing in the parking lot. He had come to pick you up, as he always did. How fortunate that Noah had decided to approach at this very moment.

“Thank you,” you threw a warning glance in Optimus' direction, praying to all the Gods that he wouldn't snap, and…. “Beautiful.”

Your gratitude made Noah relax a little. He did seem to be worried. Afraid of your reaction.

“Maybe you want to go for a ride? I have a car. I can give you a ride home.”

“She's not going,” the door slammed. The familiar voice, but without the metallic tones, cut her ears. You turned around, meeting your gaze with the blue pupils of Optimus' holoform. Yes, now, comparing Optimus and Noah's holoform, it was clear that it was unlikely that Prime would have looked so… Simply, “right, my Spark?”

You looked at Optimus for a couple seconds, and then shrugged.

“Uh, yeah no. Thanks, brother, for giving me a ride home today. But I'm going with Noah. Give Grandpa Ratchet a big hello,” you headed over to Noah, giving him a smile. She added quietly, though Prime could hear everything, “Don't worry, that's my big brother. He lives around here with his grandfather… He has dementia. Takes care of him and gives me a ride home sometimes.”

“Brother… They don't look alike at all,” Noah's face had a glow of doubt, but now he relaxed. He looked at Optimus respectfully, and then at his altmode, “A trucker?”

“Long hauler,” you answered for Prime, scooping Noah up under his arm. With your free hand, you clasped the bouquet more firmly to your side, “lead the way to your car. Bye, little brother!”

The altmode's door slammed a second time. Optimus drove away, and you couldn't help but hold back a cheer: it seemed that someone was intensely jealous. For some reason, it made you feel a little happy.

[exorcqism]

„𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆”

: ̗̀➛ 18+ CONTENT!!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, lil bit of sex, nun too heavy. teasing, some whimpering, dom!reader. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; separuhpuding. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 3.1K

: ̗̀➛ plot aspects inspired by;; @selfishdoll (good ass writer,, i recommend)

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; ngllll i was writing the smut in gym class. i was INTO it. but its nothing heavy…just a lil nasty nasty 🌚 this was my first time writing for choso BUT THIS MAN SO FINE. i hope ya enjoy ittttt

you and choso were roommates. it wasn’t surprising. you both went to the same college, you were good friends. nothing was wrong with that. but you were wondering what went wrong…why the two of you drifted apart.

“morning, choso!” you beamed at the 5’11 male sitting on the couch, his violet irises looking intently at his paper, loosely holding the pencil between his fingers. “Smoke Break-Dance” by JID played quietly on the speaker beside the tv, you noticed. you smiled a bit. choso must’ve been picking up on your music taste…or it was conveniently playing and he didn’t realize.

the male finally glanced up at you, registering your presence and lifted his hand, replacing actual words.

you plopped down beside him, making the side you sat on sink downward underneath him. his violet irises dragged to their left to look at you.

“whatcha doing?” you smile.

choso could never get over your soft voice and playful attitude. it always made him feel like he was doing something wrong. was he too boring? was it the fact that he hardly had any energy to do anything at all and he just laid around majority of the day? he didn’t know himself.

“writing…” he said quietly. “writing a poem…”

a couple months into your junior year of college was when he told you he loved you. he couldn’t explain himself but that’s what he was feeling all that time you stayed with him.

when you came around, he had a weird feeling in his chest when he saw you.

‘this body is betraying me’ he thought. he thought it was odd to be feeling this way about a human. a woman at that.

choso was a bit possessive of you. he enjoyed your company but grimaced at the men that came into your vicinity. the male watched from a distance, swallowing his urge to burst into a fit of rage but it would completely ruin his calm image.

“it’s fine,” yuji shrugged, waving his hand at his big brother, “that’s your girl, of course you’d be upset at another dude talking to her. it’s completely fine. don’t get so aggy.”

choso was happy to have his little brother, yuji there to comfort him when we was too nervous to confront you about the situation. from simple situations like this all the way to why he had an odd feeling between his legs when he kissed you. he didn’t think the rod that hung down in his lower area would be used for more than just using the bathroom….until yuji said so.

your “first time” was pretty interesting. it consisted of choso asking you if you were okay or if he was doing it right, to which you replied “yes” each time followed by a moan. you were wondering if he had done this before but you chose not to get into it.

more time goes by and then that’s when you realized that you were drifting apart.

choso was pursuing a career in art. drawing realistic portraits, using his heaven sent abilities to make drawings that looked like davinci had created them.

you were attempting to be a nurse, so you were off campus a lot, spending time at other hospitals to do “hands on” learning. neither of you had much time to talk to each other, though you sent texts back and forth assuring each other that everything was okay.

choso’s pupils retracted, hearing the sudden news of you wanting to break up with him. it was like he was going into shock.

“don’t you understand how much it would hurt me to see you go?” he said, his deep voice breaking. you never heard him sound so broken before. the moment almost made you cry yourself. the male gently took your hands, his sad eyes looking into yours, searching for an answer. but there was nothing.

“Y/N please…” you felt his grip on your hands get a bit tighter. you kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with him to refrain from making yourself cry in front of him.

you were gone and that was the end of it. you left your favorite person with his heart hurting, making him feel like he had to throw up. it was like his whole world had went cold, now that you weren’t in it.

two years passed and you haven’t seen choso. you were starting to forget about him. there were some physical features about him that you forgot too…like the way he looked bored all the time or the fact that he always had his hair in two buns and occasionally letting it all the way down.

you went on about your day while choso was probably in his room crying his eyes out, falling into a depression.

you heard a knock at your apartment door. you were confused at first because you weren’t expecting anyone to come over and a select few people knew where you lived. you put on a pair of joggers after walking around in nothing but an oversized hoodie and a pair of ankle socks.

the moment you opened the door, a set of hands clasped onto your waist like a corset and pulled you closer to the owner of those said hands. you were pulled into a really tight hug.

you melted in this person’s arms. their touch, the way they smelled, their warmth…you missed it. your arms wrapped around them, returning that hug. you could feel your scleras burning as tears began to form in your eyes.

memories of choso flooded back into your mind like a tsunami consuming an entire city. salty lines of tears slid down your cheeks and you held the male a bit tighter than he was holding you.

“i’m so sorry, cho.” you cried. “i didn’t mean to hurt you the way i did. i didn’t know what i was doing and—”

you were immediately cut off by a kiss. you had a storm of emotions swirling through your body, your eyes traveled up to the male after he pulled away from you.

a tired smile was flashed at you before you heard him say something just above a whisper, his deep voice startling you a bit.

you forgot about that.

“don’t apologize.”

“but i left you alone for so long. you aren’t upset? you not feeling some type of way about me?” your voice shaking from your recent crying.

“no, i’m not angry.” choso said, his hand sliding down your arm to hold yours. “it’s been two years…and i waited until you were ready.”

“i was told that i should be patient and i shouldn’t try to hold you back.” he added but his words only made you cry even more. he waited for you? he could’ve found so many other women and he waited two years for you?

“why did you wait? you could’ve found someone else to replace me, you know that?”

the violet eyed male just shrugged. “loyalty. if you needed a century, i’ll wait for you.” choso’s loyalty was that of a dog waiting for its owner to return after being gone for hours on end.

having nine other brothers, choso knew what loyalty was and it was something he valued heavily. but most importantly, he valued you. your safety. everything.

“good job, cho!” yuji grinned as he threw his arm around the taller male’s waist. choso’s head swung around, his hair flowing with him and looked at the other, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“i knew you could do it.” he continued.

“why are you even here…?” choso queried, putting on his awkward smile. you just watched with a smile on your face as the pair of brothers chattered until it faded into playful bickering.

later that day, you and choso were at your apartment, in your bedroom relaxing after yuji convinced the two of you to hang out with him for the day. choso was reading a book called “The Art of War”. you enjoyed when he read aloud to you. even though you were getting a bit bored, you didn’t wanna tell him that.

you were getting impatient. needy even. you missed being so close to him and being touched by his hands that looked two times the size of yours. abruptly, the book closes before choso would kiss you passionately as if something had possessed him. his lips were pressing against yours. he didn't say anything, his breath was heavy. everything was blurry to him.

choso held you tight against him, his hands moving to caress your waist. he was no longer thinking straight. he kept kissing you. he was drunk off of the feeling. but he cared about your lips. they were soft and plushy. he couldn’t even remember the last time he felt something as good as this.

soon, his hands moved to your neck. he caressed your throat, tenderly. his head was swimming, filled only by the feelings he had for you. kissing turned into biting, and biting turned into licking, and licking turned into kissing again. his lips were everywhere on your body. all he wanted was you.

there was no talking anymore. only the sound of the two of you breathing. you were breathing fast, filled with excitement. the way choso was looking at you was driving you crazy. he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

he was caressing you from top to bottom, his lips kissing every part of you. it was...perfect. he was yours, you were his. it made sense. what else did you need?

“you're so beautiful..." he whispered. “...so perfect.”

you felt his bare chest against yours. his body was hot. it felt incredible. you were lost in the pleasure, and there was no returning. it was too late to stop. choso wanted you and you wanted him. It was too good to be true. his hands were touching you everywhere, teasing you, making your blood pump faster, making you moan.

he made you moan loudly. his lips and tongue were everywhere. your whole body was shaking. everything felt amazing. every sensation was magnified by a hundred. the smell of his skin, his voice, his moans in your ear...it made you feel like you were going to go insane.

the male was holding both of your wrists. he was looking at you with lust. he didn't care about anything else. you were feeling so good you were unable to think anymore. your heart was pumping like crazy, your legs were shaking.

he kissed your neck, your collarbone, your breasts. his hands were everywhere on your body. he wanted you badly. he couldn't control himself. he was all over you. he didn't care if it was a little dirty. his hands were exploring every inch of your body, making you moan and scream loudly.

he took off your clothes while his eyes kept scanning your body. soon, you were both naked. you looked at each other's body with lust and excitement. you knew how right this was. nothing else mattered. all of your senses were focused on this moment.

the room was flooded with the sound of both your moans and your breathing. your body was hot, your mind was fuzzy. you were not yourself anymore. you were a different being, full of sensuality.

choso was looming over you now, looking down at you with burning passion in his eyes. he was holding your wrists tightly and staring at you, his muscles twitching, as if he was imagining what he'd do to you. you could feel his breath on your neck, your collarbone... you could smell him.

his fingers were kneading your skin, his hands were sliding all over your body. he wanted to possess you. he was devouring you, slowly, passionately, thoroughly. his hands were feeling you, exploring you, learning you. he was learning how your body was shaped all over again, to better pleasure you.

he was slowly moving his tongue against your thighs now, kissing his way up your body. your heart was beating faster and faster. you could hardly breathe. he was taking his time, but he wasn't playing games with you. he wanted you to enjoy this.

he was caressing your inner thighs, kissing them, licking them, making your legs shake. you couldn't remain silent anymore. you were overwhelmed by desire. he was in control, controlling you in the most delicate way possible, making you surrender to his will.

you began reaching down to choso’s lower area, gently caressing the length that he had been hiding from her. you bit your lip as you stared in awe and pure excitement.

he had no words. his lips were quivering as he stared at you. he was feeling you, feeling your desire. he wasn't thinking about anything else in this moment. he was in awe, in total disbelief. he was breathing furiously as he looked at your hand, moving slowly down.

he closed his eyes, unable to bear the intensity of the situation. a moment later, he opened his eyes, staring at you. his expression was intense. his face was flushed. he wasn't saying anything. all he could do was stare at your hand, moving so slowly up and down...

you moved your hand away for a moment, teasing your partner. choso couldn't help but moan loudly, feeling his heart pound so aggressively. he was addicted to your touch.

he looked at your face, still flushed, wanting to see you enjoying this moment as much as he was. your hand was moving up and down again, so slowly and... so seductively. it was too much for him, but you weren't stopping. you wanted to see him beg.

he could feel it. he was so close to the edge. his whole body was shaking, his breath was rapid. he was holding his breath, unable to control himself. It was taking so long, it was too much for him. he wanted you so badly, and you were making him wait. and you were enjoying it all.

he was so desperate, so hot, so ready to explode any second now. he was looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Y/N... i can't... anymore..." you heard choso mumble.

your eyes narrowed. he was yours, and you were in control. you were loving every second of it. you put your hand back on him and looked at him with a mischievous smile.

“wait a little bit more,” you said, still keeping your hand moving up and down. your free hand went to his mouth to stop him from talking. “be a good boy for me.” you added, with a sultry voice.

he was almost begging you to stop at this point. you were torturing him, playing with him. you had absolute power over him, and you loved it. you didn't want to give in just yet. you were playing with him, enjoying every second of it. it was such a thrilling feeling. you wanted him to suffer a little longer.

he was holding himself, trying to remain calm. the sensation was getting to his head. it was too much. he was starting to feel weak, his legs were trembling, and his hand was shaking.

he was shaking. he tried to move, to get away from your hand, but you were stronger. you held him tight. you were making him wait for your final touch, making him beg for it. he was so vulnerable, so at your mercy.

he was losing control, not able to think, not able to say anything. his breath was racing, his body was shaking, his mind was empty. all he could feel was you. your hand touching him, teasing him, driving him crazy.

choso was breathing heavily, trying to make sense of what was happening to him. he couldn't take it anymore. he turned his head away, hiding his trembling body. his body felt overwhelmed, so close to the edge.

“i can't... please,” he mumbled, his voice barely understandable through the moan. his eyes were closed tight, his face buried in the pillow.

you felt like the goddess of lust, controlling choso’s mind and body, as if he was a puppet in your hands. his voice, his breath, his body were all yours to control. you had broken him, and you were loving it. your whole body was shaking, just a lot less than his, but you still felt incredibly empowered.

you put your hand down again, but you didn't move it anymore. you kept it on him, looking at his face. “not yet,” you whispered.

choso was breathing fast, staring at you. his eyes were so full of lust, desire and love. he could barely move, his body was so tense, so close to the edge, shaking as if he was about to explode.

you were in complete control of his body and of his mind. you were enjoying this. watching him like this, looking at you, wanting you... it was delicious.

you could do anything you wanted with this weak and sensitive boy. literally anything. you could make him beg, you could make him shout. you could do whatever you wanted with him.

your hand was still touching his body. you kept looking at his face, drinking his expressions of love, lust and desire. you were loving watching him like this, enjoying your power over him.

you moved your free hand up to his face, caressing his cheek. you could feel his breath on your skin. he was trying so hard to remain still, but you could see he was shaking, his body so tense.

“don't move,” you whispered to him, with a provocative smile on your face. “stay still for me, boy.”

his heart was beating so fast. he was saying your name like it was the only thing he knew. he was looking at you, but he could hardly keep his eyes open. tears welled up in his eyes from pleasure. he physically couldn’t handle it but he wanted more of it. how could he resist you? you made him feel so weak in this situation. he felt dizzy. his entire body feeling numb.

soon enough, ropes of white substance spewed from his manhood and he was completely out of breath. choso laid down on top of you and you moved your hand away from him, putting your arms around him.

he’d kiss your lips gently before tucking his head into your neck and closing his eyes.

“i missed you so much.” he said quietly.

“i missed you too.” you replied before your eyes closed, falling asleep after your high died down.

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

⋆｡࿇ ·࣭࣪̇˖ 𖦹°༅༚

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

☆There's No Place Like Home☆

Episode 1: A Warm Welcome

[Pilot]

《You are new to this... Neighborhood? Where the hell are you?》

《Warnings: the subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown @ partycoffin 》

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Furiously wiping at your eyes, snot running down to your chin. You try to control yourself when realizing that the voices didn't sound like they were gonna hurt you.

"Oh, dear!"

"My goodness!"

"Are you alright!?"

Shaking like a leaf, you gaze down at the rainbow-colored pieces of paper falling down your shoulders.

"Wh-hat?"

You choke out, feeling spit and vile in the back of your throat.

"Neighbor, are you alright?" A soft voice questioned you, gazing up at...

That is not a person. What are you even looking at?

A yellow fleece-skinned puppet with blue hair styled into a tall, spiraled pompadour and 70s clothing greets you. He kneels beside you, reaching out a yellow hand to your back, rubbing it up and down gently.

His expression was rather calm than frightened of your well-being.

You wanted him to back away and didn't have the energy to shove him if you were honest. It felt like your skin was saggy and your bones turned into juice.

"I'm so sorry Neighbor, we didn't mean to frighten you. Right everyone?" The male puppet says, looking at the other puppets that stared at you with worry.

"O-oh, yes!" One of them rushes to you, causing you to lean back. "I'm so so so sorry! We didn't mean to come in without asking! Of course, we scared you! Poor thing!" The pink fleece-skinned skinned puppet exclaimed.

"Julie, maybe give them a bit of space, you're invading it." Another voice pipes up behind the female puppet. A gray puppet pulls the girl back by the arms gently.

"Oh, right!"

"What are you?" You whisper, and your pupils were blown out with fear.

"WHO. Are you?" You ask more loudly, catching the colorful group off guard.

"I forgot! Introductions are in order!" The pink puppet proclaimed.

"My name is Julie! Julie Joyful, oh, this is Frank!" "Frank Frankly."

"I wanna go next!" A voice boomed, and another puppet appears in your line of vision. "My name's Sally! Sally Starlet! And I'm a star!" She flaunts good-naturedly, her eyes bright with energy.

"Oh, I forgot!" Sally pulls a giant bird with rainbow feathers, a caterpillar-like puppet, and a mailman puppet toward your supposed "group".

"This is Poppy, Eddie, and Howdy!" They smile at you kindly before Howdy pulls out a cake, (from seemingly out of nowhere.). He holds it out with a smile with his multitude of hands.

"We brought a welcome cake from my bodega! We hope you would enjoy it," Howdy said showing it out to you from your position on the floor. The cake was layered with white frosting and rainbow sprinkles slathered around the giant frosted words: Welcome To The Neighborhood.

Little signatures surround the bottom of the bolded words. "Oh.. Thank you..? That's very, uhm, sweet."

You pause, recalling your words in your head and becoming quiet.

"Hahah! Good one bud'!" A big blue puppet dog laughed, slapping his paw on his knee. His laughter was contagious as the rest of the marionettes giggled along.

"You're gonna' fit right in! Names, Barnby B. Beagle, your new Neighbor."

The dog winked, holding out his hand for a shake. Yet moves his hand away when he pulls the yellow puppet from beside you. Holding him by his armpits and showcasing him like a shiny trinket. The blue-haired puppet seemed unfazed and still had his soft expression.

"This nice 'fella here is Wally, a real Darling! Hehe, a pal of mine! My best-est buddy, and hopefully, your's too!"

Why did it feel like this was a commercial or a horrible skit you weren't in on?

"It's lovely to meet you, Neighbor," Wally replied.

You nodded, looking away from his eyes and focusing on the cake.

You felt better than earlier when you thought you walked into some murdered party or cult-type thing. But was it worse than talking puppets without strings?

You aren't sure yet?

Was this cake even real? Was any of this real??

"W-ell, thank you for the hospitality. But this isn't my home... I'm not even sure where this place even is?"

The puppets grow quiet at your words. Their confused stares made you uncomfortable and queasy. "This is Home, where inside your Home silly! Isn't this all your stuff?"

Poppy points out, gazing at the clutter of unopened boxes and furniture.

"Hmm, they must have forgotten. Moving is tricky business, especially on short notice." Frank states thoughtfully.

"N-no that's not-"

You feel your tongue become limp and your eyesight blurring into meshes of color.

"Are you okay, Neighbor? I bet all that stress of moving got ya' pretty tired. C'mon, let's eat some cake!"

Barnby states, letting go of Wally and helping you up.

Everyone cheers as Sally goes off to find cutlery in one of the boxes. Howdy places the cake on a table hidden away in a corner while Eddie and Frank round up any chairs they could find.

Wally pulls out your seat like a gentleman, handing you a plate of cake as everyone chats and eats

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How about a platonic request? How would Mtmte Ratchet, Rodimus and Whirl react to seeing their normally quiet and reserved human friend losetheir temper and completely go off on another bot. They might be small but that doesn’t mean they won’t try and defend their friend if needed.

Transformers MTMTE / LL Reader Inserts – Flying Off the Handle

A/N – Here is the first on the headcanons list that I’m shooting out.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Ratchet

Ratchet is a grown mech, older than most, and far too old to take this slag from a disrespectful young mech.

He’s about to go off on one of his old men tirades. It’s the kind that always makes the younger mechs feel ashamed, but you beat him to it.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You seethe, glaring at a bot six times your size.

“What?” The bot deadpans, looking at you like you’re nothing.

“Ratchet does everything around here. You would be dead if it wasn’t for him and you have the nerve to backtalk?!”

This is where Ratchet jumps in. “I expect nothing from fools like you. Get out of my med-bay. Go on, ”

The other bot leaves grumbling.

You’re still full of energy and wish that you had chance to expend it, but now Ratchet’s attention is on you.

“Don’t ever do that again,” He orders, worried about all the ways that could have ended badly and the ways in which you might have gotten hurt.

“But-” You start.

Ratchet holds up a servo, “I can handle myself. Don’t do it again!”

You wilt slightly, upset that you’ve offended Ratchet when really it’s the opposite, but Ratchet doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea. In all honesty, he’s proud of you. You’re brave, polite, and when push comes to shove, you won’t take shit from anyone. But you’re also human, and humans are delicate.

“Promise me,” Ratchet says sternly.

You nod, then excuse yourself from the med-bay. You want to be alone for a while.

Rodimus

Rodimus is loving this. One minute the two of you were having a laugh at “Visages” then a bot said something about Rodimus being a bad captain and you had completely lost it.

You threw a bottle which smashed off the big bot’s chassis effectively getting his attention and then you started ripping into him, listing off all the good things that Rodimus has done as Captain.

The whole bar is watching you. The music stopped, but the dance lights are still going, painting you in a variety of colours as you continue to yell.

Somewhere across the bar, Rewind is filming this, and afterwards, Rodimus knows he’s going to ask for a copy of that footage.

Still, there is a small part of Rodimus that knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this. He knows that it’s irresponsible. The bot could fight back, or seek revenge and you could get hurt.

But… He’s going to let you go off a little longer before he calls off the attack. He needs to hear why you think he’s a good captain. You’re his friend, and he has to hear you say it, because you’ll tell it like it is; you always do.

Yet, just in case, Rodimus is ready to grab you or plce his servo in front of you at a moment’s notice, just in case.

Yet for now, he needs this, and by the rage in your voice, it seems that you needed to blow of steam too.

Whirl

If Whirl had a jaw to drop, he would. As is, the only difference in demeanour is that his pupil dilates as he watches you scream at the bot in front of you.

It’s usually him that flies off the handle at things. In every instance that he has known you, it has always been Whirl looking out for you, protecting you, and yes, often irrationally losing his temper when there’s an offhanded comment made about you.

You’ve heard other bots insult Whirl before. Usually, they don’t get very far before Whirl throws a punch.

Yet, in those instances, you always remained calm, or hid if Whirl was fighting since that’s what he always told you to do because he doesn’t want to see his human pet hurt.

On the few instances that you thought Whirl wasn’t there, he’s heard you defend him to other mechs. He knows you’re always telling other mechs how good he is but you’re always being polite about it.

Yet this time, a mech said something and Whirl and… For the first time, he really didn’t give a frag.

It was a lazy insult anyway so he just ignored it, thinking about all the times he’s nearly gotten you into trouble.

But this aft of a mech isn’t letting this go that easily. Whirl is trying to walk away with you in tow, and this guy just keeps pushing him,

Yet, before Whirl can lose his cool, you do.

“CAN YOU JUST FUCK OFF?!”

Silence follows. The other mech doesn’t know how to respond. Everyone knows you, and you’ve never once shouted… Except for Mario Kart Rainbow Road, but everybody shouts at that.

You don’t stop. “WHIRL IS DOING HIS BEST AND YOU’RE FUCKING PUSHING HIM. WHY? SO YOU CAN GET A REACTION THEN PRETEND IT’S ALL ‘COS HE HAS A SHORT FUSE. FUCK THAT.”

You stop shouting but you’re no less irate as you continue your tirade about how this is the problem. Everyone is so set on how Cybertronians should act since everyone has long memories, but sometimes, people want to change and personalities aren’t set in stone.

In the end, the offending mech looks a little bit embarrassed. He mumbles an apology to you, and you correct him, telling him it’s not you he should say sorry to.

The mech very bitterly chokes out an apology to Whirl who is all too smug about this and makes a big performance out of accepting the apology, only toning it down when you elbow his leg.

The next day, you wake up to a leather biker jacket lying on your bed. On the back, scribbled messily is one word: Bodyguard.

[simpforboys]

loving you was never a regret

neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: when the sully’s came to your village, the oldest son flipped your world upside down in ways you would have never expected

warnings: some angst, fluff ending, obvious x denial trope, you and neteyam are 19

based on prompt “I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but that doesn’t mean I regret it one bit” by dumplingsjinson!

you never really believed in true love, despite tsaheylu.

it was just something you didn’t plan in your future, not seeing a point in having a mate or children.

you stuck to your plan for 19 years, until, the sully family had arrived at your village.

the oldest sully was immediately drawn to you, like a magnetic force pulling him towards you.

your piercing greenish blue eyes, natural curls, and teal skin made him feel infatuated. he wanted to know you.

and while you couldn’t deny that he was attractive, when he met your eyes you ducked away and left.

this made neteyam’s brow bone furrow, his eyes following your frame as you dove into the ocean.

it wasn’t until a few days later where your paths would actually connect.

“tsireya, have you seen my-“

you stopped, looking at the group to see the sully kids standing there with your good friend.

“y/n!” tsireya grabbed you, making you stand next to her.

“y/n, this is tuk, kiri, lo’ak, and neteyam.”

neteyam.

the boy was looking directly at you, his pupils dilated with a small smile on his face as you looked away, giving the group a small wave.

“well i guess i better get going-“

your friend cut you off once more.

“actually, do you want to help me teach them how to swim with the ilus?”

tsireya was like a little sister to you, and unfortunately, you would do anything she asked of you.

she had a pleading look in her eye and you couldn’t help but cave in.

“fine.”

she sent you a massive smile.

“follow me.” tsireya started walking, lo’ak following closely behind her as kiri and tuk walked together, leaving you and neteyam.

“hello.” he greeted you as you both began to walk.

“hi…” you said shyly, still avoiding his gaze.

“i saw you the other day, when my family and i arrived.”

“yes, i saw you too.”

“why did you leave?”

his question was so sudden and so harmless it made you grow nervous.

“i had chores to get done.” your feet began to walk into the ocean where tsireya was starting to educate the other sullys on ilus.

neteyam went to open his mouth, but got stopped when tuk asked if he could hold her.

you called your ilu, rifa. she swam up to you, nuzzling her head against your leg before surfacing her head.

“she’s so cute!” tuk awed from neteyam’s arms.

you smiled, feeding the girl a fish.

“ilus are very wonderful creatures. highly intelligent, have good personalities, and excellent first bonds. they are not as loyal as your ikrans, but they are amazing animals nonetheless.”

you spoke, sending rifa to circle around the kids as rifa splashed them, causing tuk to laugh. neteyam smiled at you, kiri curious about the animal as lo’ak watched tsireya.

ao’nung emerged out of the water with rotxo, eyeing the sullys and you suspiciously.

“ao’nung! help us with the demonstration, tsumakan (brother).”

ao’nung rolled his eyes, and you noticed the way rotxo stared at kiri with big eyes.

ao’nung called to the ilus, many coming up to the surface and inspecting the forest na’vi with curiosity.

“if you are going to live here, you have to learn to ride.”

neteyam put tuk down as you held onto another ilu, holding the excited animal from diving.

“who wants to try?”

none of the sullys stepped up.

“i will.” neteyam shrugged, walking over to the ilu as he pet the creature.

“make the bond gently,” you guided him, and slowly everyone started breaking up into groups.

tsireya and her brother helped lo’ak and kiri as tuk stayed with neteyam and you.

“feel her energy, her breathing, her heart beat.” neteyam sucked in a deep breath through his nose.

“you will hold here.” you grabbed his hand, unaware of the way it suddenly flustered him, and put it on the small hand holder.

you wooped at the ilu, causing the animal to dive under the water with neteyam going with it.

tuk gasped as she lightly bounced in the water. “i want to try!”

you grabbed another ilu, this time a younger one, more fit for tuk. you guided her hand to where to hold on, when neteyam’s head popped up.

you giggled as he looked out of breath, probably falling off the animal. neteyam’s cheeks grew warm.

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days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.

you grew close to the sullys, showing them around the reef and sometimes joining them for dinner in their marui pod.

neteyam’s feelings grew also. he wanted you, needed you, in a romantic way. but every time he tried to show interest, you would shy away.

it was no secret around awa’atlu that neteyam liked you.

you would never admit it, but you enjoyed spending your time with the boy. he made you laugh and feel safe.

and you weren’t a skxawng (idiot), you knew of neteyam’s feelings. but the fear of the commitment put you off.

“rewon (morning), y/n.” neteyam’s tail slapped the back of your thigh playfully as he came up behind you.

you jumped from the sudden action, a smirk coming onto your face.

“you are lucky i felt that with your tiny tail.” you teased, showing off your thicker one as it splashed a wave of water at neteyam.

he laughed, making your stomach turn into knots. you looked away, trying to return back to the chore you were completing.

neteyam leaned against a wooden rack, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you intently. you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head and it made you nervous.

“take a photo, it will last longer.” you joked, looking up at the boy.

“i would if i could.” he shrugged, making you flustered. you grabbed the bucket of fish and began to walk to the beach when neteyam followed you.

“you follow me around like a baby.” you commented.

“do you not enjoy my company, y/n?” neteyam smirked at you. you looked up at him, sharp eyes onto his playful ones.

“i enjoy your company very much.” neteyam added, seeing the way you shifted your weight onto your other leg.

“neteyam-“

“oooh! are you feeding the ilus, y/n? can i join?” tuk came walking down, bouncing on the balls of her feet. you mentally thanked her for saving you.

“of course, tuk.”

neteyam ruffled tuk’s hair as she grabbed a fish. you called rifa, the animal nuzzling against you.

“piak si (open), rifa!” you instructed.

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when the season came back, tsireya had woke the village. the tulkuns had returned, jumping out of the water happily.

you got out of your bed, diving into the water. your spirit sister, herwìva, was just as excited to meet you.

with a smile on your face, you called rifa as the ilu appeared. she took you to where herwìva was, the tulkun doing a twirl.

“my sister!” you signed.

how have you been?

“these past few months have been challenging. there is a boy.”

herwìva cut you off. a boy?

her tone was teasing through her noise and you playfully rolled your eyes at the tulkun.

“he likes me, very much.”

are you two mated?

“you know i cannot, herwìva.” you signed back.

try, my sister. you deserve someone.

herwìva went into detail about her own mate she met. catching up with your spirit sister was something very dear to you.

her words left you wondering.

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and maybe you didn’t realize how much the forest boy meant to you, until your life came crashing down.

the sky people were coming, quickly.

you were on rifa, chasing after tsireya and neteyam since lo’ak went to warn payakan.

you arrived within minutes. lo’ak was calling out for help, neteyam climbing on top of the tulkun with tsireya swimming towards them.

“shit.” you mumbled, hopping onto the animal as ao’nung, kiri, and tuk had arrived to help.

“attach this on!” neteyam tossed a rope.

you took the initiative, helping lo’ak tie the rope to the tracking device as neteyam took an ilu and tried to force it off.

“they are coming!” tsireya screamed.

“pull harder, cmon!” lo’ak shouted back.

the six of you sat there and tugged onto the orange device until it finally came out of the tulkun. but by then it was too late, the sky people were coming towards you.

“dive! every body get into the water!” you instructed. the teenagers followed your orders, diving into the water as neteyam took off with the tracking device.

rifa swam up to you as you grabbed on, following the kids with neteyam coming up behind you.

suddenly, submarines began to attack you all, sending you into panic mode as the group had split up.

neteyam had stayed with you, following you into an air pocket.

“what happened? where is everyone?” neteyam asked.

“i don’t know, we need to find them.”

your voice cracked in fear. neteyam reached his hand out of the water, caressing your cheek comfortingly.

“we will all be okay, y/n.”

you nodded, diving back under the water. when you peeked out, kiri was using plants to fight off the submarines.

“follow!” you signed to ao’nung and rotxo as the boys grabbed kiri. you called out to rifa, your girl coming towards you. only she didn’t get to make it before one of the submarines came around the corner, piercing the ilu through the neck.

you accidentally sucked in a deep breath from the shock, beginning to choke on the water. the screeches and whines that came from rifa made your mind go blank, seeing the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

you couldn’t move or think. neteyam, watching the scene, grabbed onto your arm and forced you to get away on another ilu.

you didn’t resurface again for a couple minutes as neteyam held your thigh against his body, making sure you were coming.

you approached an island, neteyam helping you onto the rocks as you cried out for your ilu.

“they murdered my rifa!” you wailed. neteyam held you against his chest, letting you cling onto him as you mourned.

“mawey, y/n. mawey (calm).”

the boy stroked your curls in a comforting way, his movement stopping when he saw lo’ak, tsireya, and tuk on the sky people ship.

“listen, y/n. they have taken my siblings and tsireya, and i need you here with me. okay? you have to have a strong heart.”

your lip quivered as more tears left your eyes, but you needed to save tsireya.

“we can attack from under the sea, while my father goes above.” neteyam said, seeing the metkayinas go into battle with jake.

but you two didn’t go so far before payakan jumped out of the water and onto the ship, beginning to battle the sky people.

“c’mon!” neteyam dived into the water.

without thinking, you jumped in after him. another ilu picked you up, and it felt wrong being with another animal that wasn’t rifa.

nonetheless, the ilu helped you onto the ship where neteyam was cutting free tuk.

“tsireya!” you alerted, running up to the teen as you hugged her tightly. she noticed your sad eyes.

“what is wrong?” she asked.

“they killed rifa.” you explained sadly, voice broken.

“y/n! take the girls and get off the ship!” neteyam said as lo’ak ran off.

“lo’ak!” you shouted, but it was useless as neteyam took off.

“come here, tuk.” you grabbed tuk’s hand as you dove into the water with tsireya.

“are you alright?” you asked the child when she resurfaced.

her chest was rising and falling, flushed cheeks with fear evident in her eyes.

the sound of guns firing made you grab onto the younger girls, guiding them to a spot where you were all hidden.

you lifted your finger to your lips, making a shh noise. tuk clinged onto you, but let go when she saw an ikran holding her sister.

“they have kiri!” she shouted.

“tuk!” you and tsireya called out after the child, but tuk climbed her way back onto the ship.

you and tsireya didn’t get the chance to follow because lo’ak, a human, and neteyam jumped into the ocean.

“i’m shot.” neteyam gasped for air and you felt as if pandora stopped.

tsireya called an ilu, and the last few minutes went by in a blur. you held neteyam’s hand while the ilu took you to a rocky island, the one you and neteyam were at moments prior.

your head was ringing but all you could focus on is saving neteyam.

he laid on your lap as lo’ak applied pressure to his wound. you comfortingly stroked his cheek, much like how he had done earlier to you.

“neteyam…” you croaked out.

“i see you, y/n.” neteyam’s voice was shallow and you could see his eyes draining.

“no, no, no, stop.”

you took your queue, and without thinking connected it to neteyam’s.

“y/n!” lo’ak gasped as ronal came rushing onto the island, tsireya close on her tail.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt neteyam’s pain, his feelings, his memories.

and each happy one had you.

“move, children!” ronal snapped as she sat next to neteyam, beginning to do a prayer to eywa.

“why would you do that?” tsireya asked you when you came back from your daze, the queue still holding on to neteyam’s.

“i need him, i cannot lose him.”

lo’ak and tsireya looked at each other as ronal continued on with her prayer, calling out to eywa as jake and neytiri approached.

“what happened?” jake asked, but neytiri shushed her mate.

neteyam laid weak in your arms, your own tears falling onto his cheeks.

“come on, neteyam. come back to me.”

as if it was a signal, neteyam sucked in a deep breath as ronal and eywa healed the boy.

“thank you great mother!” neytiri gasped, taking her son and holding him close.

you finally felt like you could breathe as everyone surrounded the boy.

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days went by. you held a private funeral for rifa, neteyam attending as he was the only one you invited.

a flower was tucked into your pointed ear as you cried, neteyam comforting you as eywa took rifa’s energy back.

“my sweet rifa.”

while most ilus were not very loyal animals, rifa and you had a connection that could only be described as fate.

rifa did not ride with anyone else, unless you allowed it to be done.

and neteyam knew how much the animal meant to you.

when your emotions had finally calmed down, eclipse dawned over awa’atlu. you and neteyam stood on the shore in the cove of the ancestors, cold sand between your feet as you stared off into the ocean.

“neteyam…” you trailed off.

the patient boy looked at you, love and sorrow in his glowing yellow eyes.

“i gave you so many reasons to walk away from me, and you never did. why?”

the topic change caught neteyam off guard, but your emotions were going off the charts.

“there has been many things i have walked away from, y/n. things that have filled me with tìlapx (regret). and i didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but that doesn’t mean I regret it one bit. getting to spend time with you made all of it worth it.”

neteyam wiped the tears off your cheeks as your lip quivered, you went to hold onto his wrists as he caressed your cheek once more.

“i see you, neteyam.”

neteyam’s lips curled into a smile as he placed his forehead against yours.

“i see you, y/n.”

you grabbed your queue, connecting it to neteyam’s once more, but this time, a stronger tsaheylu. neteyam became your mate in the eyes of eywa.

you pressed your lips to your new mate, him cupping your jaw and pulling you closer to him.

if someone were to tell you months ago that you would be standing in the cove of the ancestors, kissing your mate, you would have told them they are lekye’ung (crazy).

but meeting neteyam was the best thing that has ever happened to you, and you hated yourself for not realizing it earlier.

but all neteyam could think that after months of flirting, feelings, and seeing you through the good and the bad, he was beyond thrilled to be your official mate.

[rotworld]

22: Echo

art by @exorbitantsqueakingnoises

stranded abroad while a magic-reactive plague ravages your homeland, you've been separated from your fiance for over a year. you fear the worst when you return home to an empty house, but strange sounds and a familiar voice in the night tell you that you are not alone.

->original work. explicit; contains mild/implied gore, mentioned self-harm, fantasy plague, feral behavior.

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There is something in the woods that knocks at night. 

It won’t do it unless you’re alone. Everything is tranquil and quiet when Nesta stays late in the evening, sharing tea and watching you a little too intently. You wait, curled up against the armrest of a sofa that didn’t used to feel so big and lonely, but it never comes. A gentle breeze nudges through the wind chimes and makes tree branches tap and clatter. “Like that?” Nesta asks. 

“No. It’s knocking. It’s much more deliberate.” You rap your fist against the coffee table. One-two-three, holding on the third strike. One-two-three. “Like that, several times. And sometimes there’s a voice.” 

“How many times have you heard this?” 

“Four times now,” you say. Every night since you’ve been back.

Nesta nods slowly, looking out one of your living room windows at the stiff silhouettes of trees. Sitting in the sill is a clay pot with a handful of leafy stems emerging from the dirt. The spherical shape and bright colors peeking out from the top of unopened flower buds clenched in green sepal sheaths is distinctive and immediately recognizable. It’s a handfasting blossom, a component of traditional Ithyrian courtship. They’re hardy plants that can survive just about anything but they’ll only grow flowers when nourished with magic. Grown indoors without the ambient energies of wild soil, they require much more attention and sustenance. One mage can encourage it to bud, but it takes at least two to make it bloom. They’re often planted after an accepted proposal as a test of dedication, the first unfurling flower determining when talks of a wedding ceremony can begin.

“I don’t know what to say,” she admits. “I don’t want to tell you it isn’t possible, but I’m worried about you.” 

She’s trying, you know she is. Nesta is an old friend and a good one. She doesn’t mince words or try to smother you. She was here for all of it, a veteran of the Healer’s Guild who did all she could while Ithyr fell apart. She knows exactly how much it hurts to feel so powerless. There’s still a tremor in her fingers and a stiffness to her gait. Her eyes were hazel when you left Ithyr. Now they’re black and silver, her pupils bulging and uneven like frozen raindrops. 

“You told me he was gone,” you say. “Not dead. Missing.” 

“Yes,” she says quietly. You can tell it still disturbs her. The healing houses have been in chaos for much of the last year with the Guild’s usual meticulous record-keeping reduced to hasty scribbles on rumpled, blood-spattered parchment. You’ve heard of several cases of patients vanishing, lost in administrative purgatory until their corpse could be located or gone altogether from the healing house. Already cremated? Slipped away to die somewhere more peaceful? Surreptitiously smuggled by loved ones into a dollmaker’s workshop? The Healer’s Guild is half the size it used to be. Answers will take time.

“It sounds just like him,” you tell her. It’s not quite the truth. It does sound like him, but hoarse, ragged and coarse like gravel. Like he’s sick. Like he’s been screaming. 

Nesta finishes the dark, gritty dregs of her tea and sets the mug down on the coffee table. Her hands, unoccupied, go instinctively to the mask sitting in her lap. It’s white and bird-like, a slender beak protruding beneath the dark porthole lenses. She strokes the golden tip at the end of the beak absently, a magical filter that only failed her once. “Have you spoken to Medraut lately?” she asks carefully.

“I’m not having delusions,” you say.

“I didn’t say that you were. But you only just got back. You’re still settling in, and he’s been telling people all sorts of things when there’s still so much we don’t know about arcanapox—”

“Our handfasting blossom is still alive.” You gaze at the curling leaves and wavy, rising stems. You used to sit here with him on the couch, cuddled up together with books or food or just each other’s company at the end of a long day, watching the symbol of your love grow stronger. “It shouldn’t be,” you say. “I’ve been gone for so long, and he’s…I should’ve found a desiccated husk when I came back. Someone’s been taking care of it. I’ve asked around and no one else has been here.”

Nesta studies the pot on the sill with a pensive expression. “It really does look the same as before,” she marvels, a twinge of sadness entering her voice. “That’s remarkable, but…”

You nod. You know what she’s thinking because you’ve thought the same thing all week: If it’s really him, why is he hiding? Why won’t he come inside?

The moon rises, unveiled by slow-moving clouds. Nesta excuses herself. She retrieves her black hooded cloak and slides her mask into place, fully dressed in the formal attire of the Guild. Your heart lurches seeing her in your doorway. If she were just slightly taller, her shoulders a bit more narrow…

The light of her lantern becomes a faint golden glow no larger than a firefly, eventually swallowed up by the shadows of the forest. You close the door and retrieve the empty mugs from the table. 

And then you hear the knocking.

One-two-three. A pause. One-two-three.

You drift back into the living room. It’s here again, standing at the window. It’s too dark outside to make out anything but a silhouette looming on the other side of the glass. A moment of silence passes and then you see the shape outside shift. The knocking comes again, one-two-three. 

“Caderyn?” you say. For a moment, there’s only silence. Hope wars with despair in your heart. It’s him. It must be him. But how can it be? The figure at your window is much too large. 

“Yes,” comes the reply, weak and muffled. You walk over to the window and see him flinch, shrinking back as if fearful. 

“Please don’t go,” you beg him.

“I won’t,” he murmurs. “I’m here, dearest. I’ve missed you so much. But I can’t come too close.” He won’t tell you why. You wonder if he still fears he’s contagious somehow, or if the sickness left him with scars he’s ashamed of.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you say hoarsely. “Talk to me. Are you okay?” 

“Yes. You’re here, so all is well.”

“Have you been there all night?” 

A pause. “Yes,” he admits. “I heard you speaking with Nesta. I wish you hadn’t told her. Now she’ll worry even more.” 

“She thinks you’re dead.” 

And then a much longer pause, so long you would fear he’d fled if not for the stillness outside. “I am not as I was,” he says.

“But you’re here.” You press your hand against the glass. “We started a handfasting blossom together. I would never abandon you, no matter what.” 

Hesitantly, the figure in the dark draws closer. The gentle glow of the lamps and candles illuminating your living room show you flickering glimpses of long, red hair, unkempt and tangled with dry leaves and branches. A hand presses against the other side of the glass, mirroring yours. It’s enormous, the skin gnarled like the scaled talons of a bird, the fingers long, bony and tipped with claws. The eyes peering down at you bear the mark of arcanapox, silver and black with runny pupils. 

But it’s him. You would recognize him anywhere. Your face heats and your eyes fill with tears. 

“Is it still alive?” he asks softly. You see a flash of dagger-like teeth behind his lips. “I’ve come everyday to feed it, but I don’t know if it’s working through the window. My magic isn’t what it used to be.” 

“Come and see,” you plead. “It’s still alive. And with both of us here, it’ll bloom.” 

Caderyn’s claws clatter against the glass and he flinches, pulling his hand back. “Do you still want that?” he asks quietly. 

“Of course I do.”

Caderyn hunches slightly, trying to be closer to eye level. He studies your expression, searching for any fear, any disgust, any sign of rejection. “I’m afraid,” he admits in a whisper. 

“This is home. There’s nothing to be afraid of here.” You step back from the window reluctantly. You don’t want to look away because he might be gone when you look again. You’ve gotten this far before, urged him to come inside only to open the door and see nothing but the empty night. “I’m going to unlock the door,” you say. “And you can come in whenever you want. Right now. Or tomorrow. Or some other time. It’s up to you.” 

He makes a sound you never want to hear again—wounded and animal, a weak, mournful keening like a sick dog. Something thrashes against the trees behind him, rustling the leaves. “I’m not the same. It’s not just how I look. Everything is so much more, so overwhelming. I can smell you through the window, it’s—” He cuts himself off with a loud growl that admittedly makes your pulse quicken. 

“Caderyn, look at me.”

He does, his chest heaving with quick, frightened breaths. He’s not wearing a shirt or a cloak or anything, you realize. 

“I love you,” you say. “And I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.” 

He raises one trembling hand to the glass and sets it beside your face, as though imagining the feeling of your cheek against his palm. When you step away, walking towards the front door, you see him follow. He flits through one window and then the next, a spindly shape moving with familiar grace. You flip the lock and step back, waiting and hoping. 

Light, nervous footsteps pace back and forth. You hear him come closer, then start to leave. You hear him change his mind over and over again. He scares himself when his claws clatter against the door and your heart sinks at the silence that follows. Then, very softly, you hear creaking. The groan of old wood pushing against the frame. Caderyn pushes the door open in stages but he stumbles through in a rush as though he may not have another chance. He has to duck to fit inside, his head bent much farther than seems necessary until you see him clearly for the first time.

He has horns. Not curled like a ram’s but straight, jagged protrusions like spikes growing out of his skull. Some are long and some are short, just barely peeking out of his hair. Some are smooth and some are bumpy and segmented. Several of them, you notice, are broken. The sharp ends have been snapped off unevenly, leaving crooked nubs behind. He hunches to keep the unbroken ones from scraping the ceiling. 

Your heart aches to see him so afraid. He keeps his claws low, one hand covering the other. He’s naked from head to toe, mud and wet grass caked to his thin, trembling frame. The scales aren’t just on his hands but all of his limbs, tapering off at his elbows and just below his knees. A long, hairless tail whips back and forth behind him.

When you open your arms, he makes that sad sound again and lunges for you, knocking you both to the floor. You don’t know how long you lay there with him in your arms, sobbing into each other. Eventually, the sobs fade to sniffles. For a long time, you just look at each other. You savor the feeling of one another’s skin without a window in the way. There’s so much you want to ask him, so much you want to do for him—when was the last time he had a proper meal, or clothes? But you don’t want to let go of him yet. Part of you worries this is a dream. The way he looks at you, the quiet awe in his eyes when he caresses your cheek, makes you think he feels the same. 

“Let me wash your hair?” you ask him. 

He walks slowly through the house you once shared, studying every room as if seeing it for the first time. His gait is loud, sharpened by the large talons on his feet. He ducks into the bathroom behind you and he sticks close while you gather towels and shampoo, unwilling to be too far away. You’re startled when he plasters himself against your back, arms wrapped around you, his whole body vibrating with a low, constant thrum. Purring, you realize. He nuzzles against the top of your head. 

You conjure rain, testing a slow trickle against your palm and warming it to a more pleasant temperature. Caderyn’s grip is loose enough to let you turn around and face him but he won’t let go any more than that. So you stay, flicking your wrist to start a small downpour. When you tug on his shoulder, he immediately drops to his knees so you can reach the top of his head. You pluck the twigs and leaves from his hair and rub the dirt from his face. The water swirling down the drain is a stormy color streaked with red. Your stomach lurches.

You hadn’t noticed in the orange lights of the living room. Hadn’t looked closely, too relieved to have him back. But Caderyn is covered in blood. It’s dried in splotches across his body. It stains his claws, his fingers and his lips. There are large, gummy scabs along his scalp, tender spots that make him hiss when you brush against them. “What happened to you?” you ask, stroking a broken horn with your thumb. 

Caderyn shuts his eyes, enjoying the warm water and your gentle touch. “I can’t tell you everything,” he whispers. “Not yet. I’m not ready. I’ve done things I shouldn’t. I’ve lashed out in fear and anger. I’ve…hurt people. I tried to tear my horns out, but sometimes all I could do was break off the ends.” When you freeze in shock, he nuzzles against your hand. “It hurt. I probably shouldn’t have done it. But I kept thinking that it would help. I would look more like you remembered me.” 

“Caderyn,” you say softly. “I didn’t expect to come back here and find everything exactly the same.” 

“We’re mages. We don’t change. If we do, it’s because we choose to. We can control it,” he insists, his voice becoming strained. 

You wrap your arms around him, pulling his face into the crook of your neck. Caderyn shudders with a soft whimper. This is what upset him most. Not just his eyes or his horns or anything else, but all of it; the idea of it. Mages are not accustomed to loss or grief. Time is a companion rather than an adversary. Death is a distant tragedy, a sad thing that happens to mortals. Change, when it happens at all, is often a whim or fleeting fancy, easily reversible. You can’t imagine Caderyn, your beloved and reserved and meticulous Caderyn, realizing suddenly that his eyes are burning and his limbs are hardening and there are monstrous horns growing out of his head, and not being able to stop it.

“You really haven’t changed as much as you think,” you tell him. 

He laughs bitterly. “Love, you don’t have to lie.” 

“I’m not lying. I knew it was you from the moment I heard your voice. I recognized you as soon as I saw you.” You reach for him, gently slipping your fingers beneath his claw to scrub the blood away. “These are your gentle hands. I can feel how careful you’re being not to scratch me. They’re the same.” His eyes glisten with tears. “And your eyes. The color is different but I still knew them. You look at me the same way you did before. And this is your lovely red hair—”

Caderyn kisses you. It’s a sudden, forceful move that makes you lose your balance but he cradles the back of your head with his hand when you fall. He climbs over you on the wet tile, his hand cupping your cheek, and presses your lips together again, and again, and again. He keeps pulling back. Looking you in the eye. Searching for rejection. You wrap your arms around him and feel the soft tremor of his purr. It’s like you never left; like a year hasn’t passed. Everything is different, yet exactly the same. 

Caderyn knows your body better than anyone. He trails his palm down in a slow caress, lingering everywhere that makes your breath hitch. He’s careful like you knew he would be, slow and cautious as he tugs your clothes off, never leaving a single scratch. You whine when he pulls away, slinking down your body with appeasing kisses down your chest and stomach. He nudges your legs apart and settles between them, palms keeping your thighs open. You shiver feeling his breath come in warm puffs against your sex.

“You don’t have to,” you tell him.

“What do you think I’ve dreamed about for the past year?” he asks. Heat blooms in your belly from the look in his eyes. He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to your heated flesh. “I dreamed of you. Every night, I dreamed of you. Your smell and your voice and how your body fits against mine. How cute you look in my Guild cloak. How wonderful you taste…” You’re embarrassingly sensitive and reactive, your hips bucking from the gentlest lick. “I missed this,” he whispers between swirls of his tongue and soft suckling. “Missed you so much.” 

Caderyn brings you to climax once with just his mouth. Then he does it again, adding his palm and the pads of his fingers. It feels strange, but not unpleasant. His scales feel smoother than they look, the texture adding small ridges of pleasant friction. Every sound he draws out of you emboldens him, makes him even hungrier for you. You’re begging for mercy when he pushes you to the edge of a third orgasm because he’s still going, his mouth still around you with his eyes closed in bliss like this is all he needs to live. 

You pull at the closest thing you can reach and it’s one of his longer unbroken horns. You realize what you’ve done only when he suddenly goes rigid and you let go immediately, worried that you’ve hurt him. But the sound he makes—a long moan, accompanied by a hard thrash of his tail that splashes water across the floor—wipes away your concerns. 

“Caderyn, please,” you say breathlessly. You spread your legs wider in invitation. His nostrils flare. 

It’s not the sweet, slow lovemaking you sometimes dared to envision, nor is mindless, animalistic violence, but something in between. Your legs are around Caderyn’s waist as he presses into you. He wasn’t this big before, and he didn’t have so many strange, varied textures on his cock. His palms press into the tile floor on either side of your head and his hips pump in small, quick thrusts that soon turn hard and relentless. There’s barely any build up before he’s pounding into you, the sounds of skin slapping skin loud and echoing in the bathroom.

“I love you,” he whispers. “Marry me. Please marry me. Give me eternity beside you.” 

If you could think—if you could do anything but gasp open-mouthed and meet Caderyn’s wild thrusts—you would know you’ve already had this conversation. You’ve said these things before. You’ve had that heart-fluttering moment of joy as you chose a pot and a handful of seeds and the perfect sunny spot on the windowsill. You would also think that it doesn’t matter. Love is ongoing. Sometimes it feels good to hear the words again. Sometimes, when it all goes wrong, you need them. 

You say yes, over and over. You cry his name. Caderyn starts to shake and then he’s hunched over you, his hips snapping faster and harder. You hear a shrill crunching sound as his claws rake through the bathroom tile, leaving long gouges beside your head. He looms above you, his hair a long, heavy curtain like red velvet. It could be the water that slides down his cheeks and chin, now a spotty, uneven trickle as you lose focus, but it could also be tears. You feel his rhythm falter and then his hips slam into yours, the last thrusts deep and grinding. 

He cums with a long moan. The tiles under his claws shatter as he jerks and shudders, hilted inside you. “Love you,” he babbles, a chant under his breath. “I love you. I love you so much.” His hips strain and grind into you as he fills you, cock pulsing with every thick spurt of cum. The spell breaks while you lay there, trying to catch your breath. When the sound of soft pattering water stops, your shared panting and soft sighs fill the space. 

“Caderyn,” you say. He hasn’t pulled out yet, or even moved. He’s still leaning over you, his hands buried in the mess he made of the floor. “I have to get up and finish your hair.” He smiles softly. You gasp when he rolls his hips. He didn’t go soft when he came, you realize. He’s still hard and twitching inside you. “Caderyn—” 

“Can it wait a little longer?” He thrusts into you again. It feels different now. Slower, gentler, much less frantic. 

He knows it’s real now, you think. He knows he’s home. “Yeah,” you say. “It can.” You reach for him and he lowers himself into your arms without hesitation, pressed against you chest to chest. You’re not thinking about his claws or horns or tail, or how much bigger he is now, or how his eyes are the eyes of every mage who has survived a brush with death. You’re thinking about how warm he is, how familiar he smells, and how beautiful your handfasting blossom will be. How in the end, some things don’t change much at all.

After a year of tossing and turning, pacing, and weeping, you will finally sleep soundly again.

[amoristt]

since you write for dbd now, can you write a drabble about frank (legion) finding reader in the trials, he used to know her and had feelings for her? can be dubcon/nsfw/sfw whatever you want!

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- gn! reader . NSFW . noncon referenced but if there's a continuation it'll be dubcon! - as always comments/reblogs are appreciated! - want to support me? heres my kofi!

Run, Rabbit | Frank Morrison/Reader

You don't know how it happened.

One moment, you're at work, mindlessly sweeping the floors of the supermarket you worked at like all the other drones employees around you. Time was ticking by astronomically slow and a part of you just wanted to throw your broom down and waltz out. Money be damned.

The last memory you could recall was heading towards the supply room to retrieve cleaning supplies and then… Nothing.

Nothing, and then, it was cold. It was damp, with harsh winds ruffling the fabric of your work uniform. You were outside standing in the middle of what looked like a road that had definitely seen some better days. The streetlight over head flickered in spasms and offered little light. From what you could make out, with narrowed eyes and dilating pupils, you seem to have found yourself planted in the middle of an abandoned town.

Kidnaping had crossed your mind, along with a million other horrific thoughts.

Would anyone even know where to look for you?

With little exploring along the looming walls of the 'town' you found what seemed to be a massive, electric gate. No power, and no way to climb out, so you took to exploring the town further. A certain… Dread filled you.

You couldn't put your finger on it but you swore you were being watched.

Feeling more prey than human you sauntered about, and used what little technician knowledge you'd learned over the years to tinker with generators in the hopes of powering your escape. It had been going well- until it wasn't. One wrong wire and boom. You were off like a bat out of hell.

The way your blood turned to ice when you heard a second set of footsteps behind you was criminal.

Heart in your throat, your fight or flight pumping shockwaves of adrenaline through your veins, your lungs heaving as you ran without even daring to lookback. You didn't have to. Awful, evil energy chased you- practically nipped at your heels. Mind screaming, eyes searching in desperation for somewhere to hide, you could have cried when you found yourself trapped in a corner of those tall, tall walls. Only then did you whip around to face your attacker.

A white, dirty mask adorned by a tall skinny figure has your breath hitching in your throat.

---

Frank could have jumped for joy when he heard the delightful sound of an explosion merely yards away. It was like Christmas day- like a gift from god. His blade was hungry in his hand, his eyes searching through the familiar darkness for the survivor.

Excitement vibrated on his skin when he saw the faintest form of a figure in the mist.

His pace picked up, and he gained on you faster than you'd thought possible. In mere moments he was less than a foot away, practically able to reach out, grab your hair and rip you to his feet. But, Frank's always found he loves the chase. He lets you get a couple feet on him, he lets you think you have a chance.

He lets you run yourself into a corner like a frightened rabbit.

And god, when you turn to look at him, with those big doe-like eyes and a trembling lower lip, he knows why the Entity had brought him here. He takes a pause of appreciation for a few seconds while you stumble backwards. When your feet hit the wall behind you, he drinks in your appearance, clicks his tongue tauntingly, and twirls his blade in his hands. Your fear ridden voice reaches him like a song.

A song that he finds himself… Recognizing.

From behind his mask, he narrows his eyes. He knows you- he's sure of it. Somehow…

It clicks somewhere in his brain when he really looks at you- past the fear, past the shaking fingers and the sheen of sweat over your skin. A wiry smile forms on his lips and he can't help but laugh to himself deep in his chest. The sound brings waves of terror that he can see course through you.

Years it's been since he's last seen you, he thinks. He'd been in this place for so long he isn't even sure. Maybe it was years, maybe it was decades, even. All he knew was that no matter how long it had been, you were here now, standing before him and completely at his non-existent mercy. He'd always been fond of you since he'd met you in Ormond. You were a free thinker, treading on the darker side of the moon just like him. You saw the cracks in humanity, saw the world through his very same lenses.

He loved your fiery spirit, your impenetrable will.

And, most of all, he loved how he just knew he could tear it all down.

But he'd never got the chance. Your parents had damn near grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and dragged you to a different, safer city once they'd learned the types of people their child had been hanging out with. The types of influences you'd been around. He'd always felt a strange, out of place sadness at never even getting to figure out where you'd been taken.

Or maybe it wasn't so much sadness, as it was disappointment he hadn't really gotten the chance to corrupt you.

You were the one that got away.

Until now, that was. Because now you were here practically fucking gift wrapped for him, like the Entity was rewarding him for his devious behavior.

You're watching every movement he makes, pupils searching frantically for his line of sight, hands clasped at your heaving chest. It make's him giddy.

Frank can't hold back the snarky laugh that escapes him when he takes in your outfit, noting the corporate companies logo. If only your past self could see you now, they'd be sorely disappointed. But, surely that didn't matter. Not now.

Smoothly, he dangles his knife out to his side, before he lets it go. It thuds to the ground, abandoned. It offers little comfort to you, he notices, seeing your worried expression eye the knife before trailing back up to his mask. If he had a little more decency, he'd feel almost a bit bad for you. But, he doesn't, so… He doesn't.

After all, why deny himself of something he'd always wanted?

His figure looms over yours, a light behind him casting a deep shadow over your shrinking form. The outline of you vibrates as you shake fiercely before him. His fingers twitch to touch you, and something below his belt does too. His blood is hot under his skin as he imagines all of the things he wants to do you.

A part of Frank wants to rush in- tear away the layers of clothing keeping you covered and collapsing your shaking knees to the dirt, rip at your hair and force you to choke him down. Or, perhaps, use his trusty knife to drag weeping lines down your exposed flesh, have you cry out and squirm underneath him. The thought makes him shiver in need.

Or, he could take his time. A bit unlike him, sure, but this was a special occasion.

He could play it slow, drag the pads of his fingers up your arms, to the dips of your collar bones. Witness every last goosebumps in it's wake.

He could flatten the palms of his hands and slide it up your shirt until you're the one trying to take it off. Trace the outline of your arousal through your thin underwear until those terrified shakes turn into ones of want. And he knows he could do it, too.

Oh, he could work you until you're practically begging for him to take you.

Mind racing, eager arousal bubbling within him, he brings a hand up to your face and pats your cheek before he flattens his palm against your flesh. It's dewy, hot.

Soft.

Gently, he caresses you, thump rubbing saccharine circles into your skin. You barely flinch away, eyes fixated on him with a panting breath ghosting past your lips.

Frank grins to himself.

Talk about fun.

[moonjellyfemme]

day 2: roleplay

cw: teacher student roleplay, both roles played are consenting adults

Full piece hidden under more button cuz it’s hella long 😭

The draft under your miniskirt made your thighs rub together, trying to provide some form of warmth over your freshly shaven pussy.

This had to be one of the fucking stupidest ideas you’ve ever had. What kind of cliche porno plot was this? The cute student in a miniskirt with no panties trying to seduce their hot professor who oozes dominant energy— seriously, you couldn’t have gotten more unoriginal. But…if it worked, you’d finish with an A and a good dicking to boot.

(Your insistent thoughts suggest that maybe it’ll end up as something more. You immediately shut it down as a college student’s delusions.)

Raising a nervous hand, your newly manicured nails pressed against your palm as you knocked on the door to her office. Biting your lip from anxiety made your mouth full with the taste of candied cherries, sending a shock of adrenaline through your body as the words “come in” radiates from behind the door.

Your hands wrap around the doorknob and you turn it, ignoring the nervous throb in your stomach as you walk in. She’s sitting there, refined and perfect at her desk— in a two-piece suit today, the lip ring set to the right a reminder of her wild, former youth.

(She had mentioned in her lecture early in the semester of being big in the alternative scene. Somehow, the image of her with heavy eyeliner, piercings all over and grungy clothes made you even hornier.)

“Ah, it’s Miss Sappha,” the professor said, raising a brow and looking at you. “What brings you in here?” Her eyes rake down your body ravenously, staring at the meat of your legs and the way the high socks you wore squeeze your thighs ever-so-delectably. A part of you cheered inside knowing that it’s working.

“Well, sir,” you said, twirling one of your pigtail strands between your fingers. “I’m sure you know about my grades right now, seeing as you’re in the process of grading my final paper…”

She hummed, staring at you with dark eyes peeking out past her face-framing dark hair. “Yes. Just barely scraping by an A-. You had everything perfect, I’m just afraid you didn’t manage to hit the argumentative criteria. You were lacking in your persuasive speech. Too…passive,” she said, eyes flicking from you to her computer. Somehow, that damn word felt loaded.

“Well, uh…” you said, watching her take a sip from her tea. Fuck, why were you backing out now? You managed the walk across campus with no panties on, you can fucking talk to your professor. “I…sir, I know how you’ve stared at me.”

She choked on her tea. “I beg your pardon? You’re delusional,” she said, face flushed.

Somehow, the spike of red in her face just boosted your confidence. “Hm? Then why are you blushing?” You teased, taking a single step closer to the desk. She made eye contact with you, flushed beyond belief. “Professor, I want to strike a deal,” you cooed, taking enough steps to sit upon her desk ever so slightly. “I’ll give you what you’ve been dreaming about, and…you give me an A instead of a B+.”

She’s breathing so much harder now, and your eyes flick down to the way that she’s grasping her chair handles and her crotch is straining. Oh my god, she’s hard from just the proposition.

“I…I could get fired. I couldn’t. You’re a student,” she stammered. “It doesn’t matter what desires I have. I can’t risk my tenure.” Her pupils were blown out and you can tell from the strain in her slacks that she’s…far from small.

“Well, it’s good that I’m officially graduating once you finish my grade, hm?” You teased. “I’m sure you can keep a little secret for one week. C’mon, professor…I know you want to.”

Her jaw tensed heavily. “You little fucking minx,” she spat, resolve finally snapping. “Fine. You want your goddamn grade? Come over here and prove it.”

Your heart rate spikes as you prod around the desk, feeling the wetness of your cunt stick between your thighs. Slowly, like prey avoiding the predator’s potential pounce, you stand in front of the professor before saddling yourself on her lap, bare cunt pressed against her straining cock. Her teeth bare just a little in a silent growl, hands forcing their way up your shirt to grope your breasts.

“Little fucking tease,” she snarled. “Coming into class looking all cute and orderly. I just wanted to fuck you till you sobbed in front of that goddamn lecture hall so everyone knew what an insatiable bitch you are.”

You moaned, grinding your pussy against her dick, wracking a groan out of her in turn. “Please, sir, I want your cock,” you pout, aroused beyond belief.

“You won’t be saying that when you’re fucking choking on it,” she said in response, taking the luxury of biting down on your shoulder and sucking little red marks into it. Each flick of her tongue and scrape of her teeth against supple flesh sent another shockwave through your body. Grabbing you by the hips, she lifts you up with unknown strength, setting you down onto the ground as she stood up properly. “Kneel and stay,” she demanded, unbuckling her belt and reaching into her boxers to pull her cock out.

You ignored the way seeing her cock made you salivate and instead chose to take the tip into your mouth, suckling and staring up at the professor. She already looked wrecked, cheeks flushed and grip in your hair desperate.

“You can do better than that,” she stated, looking down at you with an amused smirk. “Suck it properly, you fucking whore.”

You moan around her cock at the utterance of such filthy words and force yourself down deeper, creating wonderful suction around her warmth and sliding up and down. She let out a moan of pleasure, feeling the hot warmth of your mouth around her dick and letting herself get lost in it. You were good— so good, keeping your throat nice and open so she could fuck your mouth how she pleased.

Pulling you off from her cock, you let out a noise of displeasure as you were forced off.

“Bend over the desk,” she ordered. “I want to come while inside of you, not in your mouth…as much as I know you’d enjoy my cum, I want to see it leak out of your pretty cunt instead.”

You whimpered and nodded, ignoring how your cunt was dripping onto the goddamn floor now and instead bent over the oak desk like an obedient little girl. Your head felt full of cotton by now, enjoying every moment of the sweet bliss submitting to her treated you with.

“Oh fuck, you’re a whore,” she moaned over the slick sounds of her working her cock. “Fuck. You didn’t wear panties? Did you take them off in the bathroom?”

You shook your head. “No, I…came here like this,” you admitted, hanging your head bashfully. However, you weren’t allowed to let it stay hanging for too long because the head of her cock was suddenly pressed up against your cunt.

“When’s the last time you got fucked?” she demands, grabbing your pigtails and wrenching them behind your head as a barbaric handle. “Last week?”

“Mm, not since I started your class,” you mumbled, and that was apparently all it took for her to ram her cock into your cunt.

You let out a scream, trying to drop your head but it was forced back up with the pull on your pigtails.

“This is me being nice, you know,” she said, starting to speed up and fuck your pussy without abandon. Every thrust battered your insides, making you yelp and moan. “If you had sex, say, a week ago, I’d be so much meaner. What do you say to me being nice, baby?”

“Th-thank youuu,” you slur out, letting a hand drop down to stroke your clit. “Thank you for fucking me, sir…”

“That’s a good bitch,” she taunted in response. “Keep fucking taking my cock.” Every slap of her hips against your ass let you feel the friction of her cock inside, her balls slapping not close enough to your clit for it to feel orgasmic. Her hips continued to jackhammer inside of you, each thrust unforgiving and strong, desperate to mark your insides as her own.

“Fuck, m’not gonna last longer,” she growled, bracing her hands above you and hips stuttering before one final slap and a spurt of warmth inside. You moan at the sensation, the band inside of your stomach finally snapping as you came with a full-body shudder and a wailed moan. Each pulse felt like an orgasm in itself, and finally the intensified feeling lessened as she slid her cock out of your cunt, a pool of white dripping out of your pussy in response.

“There you go. That’s what you wanted, hm? I’ll give you that A since you were such a good fuck,” she said, smacking your ass.

There’s a cold that passed over your body before she returned with a blanket and a warm cloth, wiping over your cunt to clean up the wetness around your thighs. “You okay, baby? How was that?”

“I can’t staaaaaand,” you complain from her desk, her gaming keyboard pushed out of the way for it. “Who gave you permission to fuck so hard?”

“Hey, it was you who came up with the fantasy,” she teased in response before pressing gentle kisses down your back and soft fabric wrapped around you. “I just deliver what my princess wants.”

[emojellyace08]

Jake Kim x Gender Neutral Reader (with a body guard like Sebastian from Black Butler)

Sorry for the really late reply again @samhiddles . I'll make more Lookism x Reader fan fictions and sorry if I haven't been posting as much as I used to be (I'm currently focusing in practicing with playing my guitar yay!). Don't worry I'll still write & post as much as possible. (And I'm still sick so,) Also fyi, I haven't watched Black Butler yet (let alone know about Sebastian I have to use Google) since I'm really focused on other things so sorry if it's not up for your standards 🥺😭🙏. Note: (b/n): Bodyguard's name

You're one hell of an untouchable person. With your parent/s always babying you, keeping your bodyguard at all times despite having the ability to take care of yourself is frustrating. You're just really bored at this point. Your life is just nothing but boring meetings when your parent/s company is in need for your assistance, you going to school to waste your 8 hours with your left energy, and everything just revolving on money which makes you mentally exhausted at this point.

Well, not everything is going to be that way when you met HIM.

You were a student from another campus next to that all boys-school. Every break times students go outside of their perspective academies to either buy their favorite junk food or just to cause another chaos. Beating an innocent pupil or the weak fighting back against their predator. As much as you were entertained to watch all of these drama unfold, your body guard has kept an eye on you anytime, everywhere (heck even you and him are classmates just for him to "ensure your safety"). You have always hesitated to invite him outside the establishment not wanting him to give you another long-ass lecture about why you're not allowed to buy your own food without his company. But since you are his boss, you managed to persuade him to go outside, with him of course.

But one group of motherfuckers tried to mess with you just because you're one of those kids who always get fed with a silver spoon. They expected that because who have a bodyguard, you are a weakling who can't protect herself/himself from potential danger. You and your goon were about to land a strike on your opponent when two men (around your age) ran up encountering the events that is happening. It looks like they are trying to catch up with these gangster-wannabes who tries to act cool while trying to hide their insecure-ass because they can't even get a girl to say yes when they are asking them out for a date.

"OI! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU YET AND NOW YOU'RE STEALING ANOTHER PERSON'S MONEY!" the braided teenage boy screamed at them as the skinny man with deep eyebags (resembling a worn out panda) let out an annoying guffaw, obviously mocking two sides on the same coin. "You can't do anything about it! You think you can stop us with doing this kind of shit?! Well, prepare to watch this fuckers-" And then again another person made an entrance like from a cheesy superhero movie when the protagonist enters as he is the "hope and light" of all of this mess. That's when you get interested in him.

Jake Kim, who is known for his unique and composed charisma yet who doesn't chose to dominate the whole school even if he can. Yet at that day he didn't hold back in beating the shit out of those dudes when you're in trouble. You are happy to meet him, even asking his name even though you're already familiar with it and giving him extra money for helping you out. But it surprised you that he respectfully denied your offer, even bowing down to make you reminded that a simple thank you is enough. "Oh no need ma'am/sir. I just want to help out and my friends are in serious trouble too so, no need." You leisurely held his hand which is much more slender, big, and firm than yours to give him a couple of won (Korean money currency) to repay his kindness. "Please take it, I appreciate your help and the help of your friends. You can share it all for your lunch later." He remembered that he wants to be fair to everybody, yet he remembers his dad, a gangster whom even fought for the weak have a shady side like seducing different women. Will he be the same if he took the money?

He was thinking deeply before the couple of bills flew around, falling on the floor before Jake made a glaring-look from the guy behind your back. It wasn't the asshole who tried to holdup you, it's your own personal body-guard (name him on your own :)

"Hey stop! Are you really going to cause another ruckus again?!" you slapped your bodyguard's shoulder with him face to face with Jake, not listening to you even though you're right under his nose. *Sigh*, what a literal dumbass. "If I may pardon, my master is not allowed to give money to a pity young man. Poor thing, If I may excu- Oh." (b/n) was stopped by Jake himself when he was pushed into the ground, crumpling the pieces of cash that is now stained with the mushy and earthy-tone color of the mud. "What did you say? Listen here you bastard, you have no right to see others below you. So shut the fuck up." the raven-haired boy replied back with a hiss before he was head-butted by no other than him. You have to stop this fight or else you'll be back from being homeschooled.

"(B/N)! STOP THIS ISN'T LIKE YOU!" you exclaimed as he smirked, hands protecting you from the "threat" when he's the one who's causing drama. "Don't worry ma'am/sir. It's been a long time since I got worked up. So, I won't mind being in the hospital bed later." Smirking, he was about to rush and land an attack when you got in between the two young lads. "Seriously, if you're here on my side for the money then stop being an ass to him. We'll talk later." (B/n) let his guard down as he bring his fist down along with Jake. These guys in your town are really like rabid dogs.

Apologizing to Jake, you bowed as he helped you pick up the cash that is not yet stained (or too dirty rather) with you just encouraging him to take it as he watched you disappear with that arrogant bastard.

"Ms./Mr. Y/N. You seem to be lost in your thoughts." you scowled at him for interrupting your daydream. Jake Kim. Not only he is charming but even when you still want to learn things about him, he seem to be a nice guy. "Is that Jake that you're thinking about?" "Tch. Shut up. I still need to deal with you for beating another person's ass." you replied bluntly once again as he chuckled at your reaction, him getting entertained. "Ah, I'm sorry for causing you trouble when I should be the one protecting you." he teased once again as you sighed and got up of your chair to pick up the stack of paper that needs to be placed on the faculty room, you trying to suppress your feeling of annoyance over his existence. "Just shut up and help me with carrying this." "Of course, ma'am/sir." Well, he has to act nice to you if he wants to get that extra cash to flew off this shitty country. Opening the faculty door, he opened the door for you despite him carrying the important files on his one hand. "After you~"

A/N: Correct me if I am wrong, but Sebastian wants Ciel's soul? So why not (B/N) wanting money in exchange of his service?

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Recording Booth- Wes Borland

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summary: you bring food to wes while he’s at the studio. you two end up doing the deed in the booth and wes find out at the end it was all recorded.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & not proof read

a/n: another request by @mizfitneeds !! a bit crappy so apologies 🤒

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“are you sure?” i ask wes, already putting on my shoes.

“yes i’m sure, babe. i’ll see you when i get home.”

“okay, love you.”

“love you too.”

i hung up the phone and finished putting on my other shoe. wes called me from the studio to tell me how stressed he was and even though he decline, i offered to bring him food. i stood up and grabbed my keys, heading out to my car. i decided on stopping by this soup place we absolutely love, ordering his favorite soup. i remembered him telling me the address to the studio so it was an easy find. i walk into the studio, the emptiness creeping me out. it was late in the morning so everyone was gone, only wes stayed behind to figure out some guitar stuff. i bear said guitar stuff when walking further down the hallway, eventually peeking into a window on a door. wes sat in the booth with his guitar in his lap, headphones on (with only one headphone actually on his ear). i smile softly as i see him bite gently on the tip of a pencil, scribbling down shit as he played. i knocked softly, causing his head to quickly perk up. he soon enough smiles once he saw me, eyebrows furrowing at my presence. he gets up and lets me in.

“hey, what’s are you doing here?”

“seemed like you need a pick me up.” i show him the bag of soup.

his eyes lit up and the food, his tongue darting out his mouth to lick his lips.

“god, i love you.” he brings me inside.

i sit on the couch and pull out the soup. wes eagerly takes his bowl and opens it up. he sniffed the delicious food, moaning in the process.

“so fucking good.” he grabs a spoon and digs in.

“so, how’s the album coming along?”

“stressful but it’s going somewhere. we found a name for it.”

“ooo really? what’s it gonna be called?”

“chocolate starfish and the hot dog flavored water.”

i kinda just stared at him with a confused look on my face but shrugged it off. i knew how weird the guys were, this wasn’t the weirdest thing that came out of wes’ mouth.

“what’s the song you’re working on?” i ask, taking a sip of my soup.

“it’s called boiler. we actually have this cool idea for a video but it’s still in the works.”

“can’t wait to hear it.” i smile, sipping my soup.

“how about i show you right now?” he began to get up before i could protest.

he goes inside the booth and grab his guitar, setting himself up before beginning to play. he was going smooth until he messed up one note, causing him to curse under his breath. i get up from my seat and walk into the booth and over to him sitting in the chair, straddling him. he smiled at me as his hands ran up and down my sides.

“hey..” he smirked at me.

“hi.” i giggle.

i run my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. he hums as he squeezes my hips.

“you need to relax, baby..”

“i know..i know..” he sighs.

“i’ll help..” my voice low.

his pupils dilate as he realizes my intentions. he smirks as a way to say yes, making me instantly press our lips together. wes’ big hands held my hips, fingertips massaging into the skin. a low moan left my mouth, vibrating into his. he moved my hips to grind against him, his erection growing bigger at the contact.

“fuck wes..” i breathlessly moan.

he chuckled at my words, lifting me off of him. i watch as he takes off his pants, dick springing free. he was leaking precum, oozing down his dick. i stumbled to take my pants off, wes laughing at my eagerness. i went back to straddling him, his dick resting perfectly at where i need him. we continued to make out, our kiss sloppy and erotic.

“fuck..we don’t have much time..” he moaned out.

“why?”

“the guys are coming late tonight to do some shit.”

“how late?”

“30 minutes.”

my eyes widen at the news, giving me more energy to kiss him harder. he lifts me up, aligning himself with me. he slowly pulls me down onto him, teasing me. i moan out at the feeling of him filling me up, stretching me out like always. i moan out his name as he did so, grabbing his shoulders tightly. he suddenly shoved me down fully, wasting no time to fuck me. i bounced up with every thrust, throwing my head back as i moan. thankfully the building was empty or else everyone would hear me. wes’ tip hit my g-spot perfectly, emitting more moans from me.

“so good for me.” he groans out.

i smile to myself, my stomach doing flips at his words. wes’ lips moved to my neck, biting and sucking at my skin. i moved a hand to move through his hair, tugging at the strands.

“so fucking tight.” he groans out.

the sound of our skin slapping together echoed inside the room. i look at the mic and wonder if it was recording, probably not. i let out a high pitched moan, which always tells wes that i’m close to cumming. he smirks against my neck and goes faster.

“faster…wes! fuck!” i cry out, arching my back.

wes moved his mouth to my ear and whispered words. those words caused me to suddenly cum, moaning loudly as i came. wes groaned out at the feeling, cumming shortly after me. i felt him full me up, a sigh left my lips.

“i love you.” he lazily kissed my ear.

“love you too, baby.”

i shakily get off his lap, pulling up my underwear and pants, wes doing the same. i walk out the booth, cleaning up our food containers. wes comes up from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“what are you doing?” i laugh.

“can i not hug my girl.” he kissed my neck.

“maybe you can kiss her instead.”

i turn around and gave him a long kiss.

“woah, are we interrupting?” a voice booms out.

we pull away to see fred in the doorway.

“n-no, i was just about to leave actually!” i embarrassingly stuttered, taking the garbage and start to walk out.

“i’ll see you when i get home.” i tell wes, giving him one last kiss before leaving.

“you two fucked didn’t you.” sam said.

“what? no no, she just brought me food.”

“okay okay, enough about that. wes, show us what you did.” fred said, shooing him into the booth.

as wes was setting up, fred pressed stop on the recording button. he furrowed his eyebrows and rewinded, pressing play. suddenly the entire room was filled with wes and i’s moans. the guys immediately started to laugh at the fact wes accidentally caught us having sex.

“what? what’s so funny?” wes asked, stepping out the booth to hear.

his face turned white, stomach dropping.

“such a liar! ‘she just brought me food’, my ass!!” john laughed.

“yo dude, can we use this for the album?” lethal asked, dead serious.