#but they are so aggressive when they see you

[svgarseason]

𖹭 cw suggestive, fluff, mdni

Nobody likes your mean bf sukuna, except you, of course.

You knew he didn't stand much of a chance with your friends and family with his tattoos and resting bitch face. Add to that his gruff demeanor and tendency to remain (somehow aggressively?) silent except to bark orders or hurl insults, and your loved ones are regularly pulling you to the side and whispering their concerns into your ear.

They don't like the way he talks to you. They don't like the way his hulking form sticks to you like a dark shadow, never letting you out of his sight. They don't like the possessive way he paws at you, heedless of his audience. It's disrespectful.

"You deserve better."

"Why do you let him treat you like that?"

"If this is what he's like in public, I'd hate to see what he's like behind closed doors."

Oh, you're quite sure they would hate to see it.

"Get it yourself," you say, when he interrupts your family dinner to demand you bring him a beer. "And get a dog if you want something to bark at."

The scraping of his chair against the floor is absurdly loud in the otherwise silent room. Your family exchanges uncomfortable glances as he rises and stalks into the adjacent kitchen.

"Everything okay with you guys?" Your sister asks, touching the back of your hand.

"Toxic," somebody else whispers.

They don't see the way he looks at you, the way he smirks over his shoulder. They don't understand that he bites so you'll bite back. They don't see the way his heavy hand lays across your thigh, inching slowly upward even as you smile around a mouthful of pasta.

"Thought they'd never leave," he sighs, pulling you into his lap the second you return from seeing them out.

"You realize an hour is on the shorter side for a family gathering?"

"Short?" He grumbles, his hands warm as they glide up your back under your top.

"If you'd be nice they'd stay longer," you whisper, lips grazing his neck.

"What have I told you about threatening me?" He growls, standing suddenly and dragging you with him as you shreik and struggle weakly in his tattooed arms.

He takes you to the bedroom to teach you a lesson, but you never do learn.

[delulustateofmind]

A lot of times, everyone thinks Suguru will bring you home, punish you, and give you that hard, rough sex as the brat tamer he is. But what about the Suguru who understands what it’s like to be grumpy and frustrated? Who knows the struggle of being woken up too early, dragged through mundane tasks, weighed down by exhaustion before the day even begins? Who understands that maybe all you really need is some food, some water - maybe even a little treat to make things better?

Thinking about you throwing a little hissy fit in the store, arms crossed, walking ahead of him, overstimulated and barely keeping it together. You’re running on empty - no nap, no water, just pure exhaustion. Suguru just watches with a smirk, violet eyes dancing with amusement as his long, dark hair shifts over his shoulder when he tilts his head, debating whether to pull you in and calm you down with that deep, honeyed voice of his. But Suguru knows better. You'll snap and bite. Instead, he moves subtly, grabbing the things he knows will make you feel better - your favorite snack, your go-to drink, maybe even some flowers, because he knows you’ll smile when you see them later.

And as soon as you’re home, he’s running a hand through his thick dark hair, exhaling softly before telling you to go nap while he puts the groceries away. He’s making you food while you sleep, setting a glass of water down for when you wake up groggy, rubbing your eyes as you stumble into his arms, clinging to his broad frame while he murmurs, "C'mon, angel, eat first." That voice of his warm, patient, laced with that tenderness he saves just for you.

Because he understands - days can be hard, and you’re not some brat that needs to be punished. You just need care. And Suguru loves nothing more than when you finally curl up against him on the couch, letting him press slow, lingering kisses against your lips, his hands tracing gentle swirls along your back as he holds you close. Because no matter how many thorns you have, you’re still the sweet girl he fell in love with.

[captainkirkk]

I wish you would write a time travel au a la journey to the past with atla and the kids reckoning with a future not only where things are *good* but they're besties with fire lord zuko

Early Book 3 gaang accidentally pisses off a powerful spirit who retaliates by throwing them at the feet of the Fire Lord - just not the current Fire Lord. Maybe another spirit intervenes to save them. Maybe the spirit is just bad at using their immense power and overshot it. Maybe the spirit just thought it'd be funny. Either way, the gaang come face to face with Fire Lord Zuko sitting in his own bedroom, almost 30 years and still dressed in his sleep robes.

Safe to say it doesn't go well.

Katara freezes Zuko to his bedroom wall and they high tail it out of the Fire Palace. No one tries to fight them. The guards stationed at the palace walls see them coming and open the gates for them?? Sokka swears one of them wished him a good morning as they ran by?? And greeted him by name????

It takes them a while to figure out what's going on, and then even longer before they actually believe it. The townsfolk are happy and thriving in a way Aang remembers from before Sozin's reign. There's no whispers of war. No double-takes at their brightly coloured clothing. No guards chasing them down. And everywhere, on every street corner, they talk about Zuko.

Zuko eventually tracks them down, alone and unarmed. He's so different to the angry 16yo they remember. Older, and calmer, and kinder. And when the gaang refuses to return to the Fire Palace (because there's NO WAY they're going to fall for that trap, nuh uh, no way), Zuko decides to come with them. They try to argue- until he pulls out his heavy coin purse and offers to bank-roll their journey.

And that's how the teenage gaang ends up on roadtrip with the future Fire Lord.

The gaang are VERY distrustful and angry and occasionally aggressive. They're traumatised kids displayed over a decade in time (for Aang, it's the SECOND time he's been displayed in time, and it's bringing up a lot of trauma he never got a chance to deal with). Zuko draws on everything he's learnt from Uncle. He's patient and doesn't push. He lets them rage and doesn't raise to the bait when they throw Ozai or Azula in his face. And eventually, they come to open up and trust him - first Aang and Toph, then eventually Sokka and Katara. The gaang get to journey with an adult they can actually trust, who doesn't patronise them or expect them to be soldiers. Someone reliable.

Internally, Zuko is extremely freaked out by the baby versions of his friends, but he's doing his best not to let that show. He always knew they were too young for war, but having to stare at their little faces every day? God.

Also: Please picture the reactions of everyone else who encounters this ragtag group as they search for answers on how to send the baby!gaang home. Are those extremely stressed out kids okay?? Why is one of them cosplaying the Avatar? ........Is that the Fire Lord sitting with them????

[meo-eiru]

Day 2 of Character Trivia Night! Just a heads up, I already tagged it with the necessary tw warnings but I'll be mentioning self harm so proceed with caution

For tonight we have Elias

Elias has a mother and father, and is an only child

His father is an office worker and his mother is a stay at home mom

He occasionally talks to them when they call him but doesn't actively try to keep a close bond with them

He had short brown hair before meeting you but after doing so he decided to switch to a more flashy appearance to make up for his lack of personality

He doesn't have a favorite or least favorite food but follows a strict diet to have a body to your liking

He's not a morning person but forces himself to wake up early to spend 1 to 2 hours in the bathroom prettying himself up

Has had the same manager for years but still can't remember his name

He had a few stalkers growing up and was even poisoned once after you two started dating

He was more worried about appearing sickly in front of you than almost dying so when you tried entering his room to check up on him he cried

Talking with a man for more 10 minutes, being alone with one for more than 5 minutes, not returning his calls or messages within 1 minute, not looking at him once for more than half an hour when you two are together and not complimenting him at least 30 times during the day all counts as signs of cheating in his eyes

If you show attraction to another men, such as an idol or celebrity, he'll start mimicking their looks and behavior

He desperately wants to kill the people around you but last time he tried it he almost messed everything up so now he just pretends to be a victim and ruins them socially

He's not such a high ranking model because besides his good looks he lacks presence, but he does have a decent social media following

He doesn't post that often and when he does they are either just photos or a few words, it was enough to gather a small cult following though

He does have a private account he uses to vent, he usually uses it like a diary to write about you but when he gets distressed his posts turn very aggressive

He occasionally does self harm, he doesn't particularly enjoy the feeling but he loves the expression on your face when you see it

He usually uses it as a trick to manipulate you. Once he couldn't contact you for an hour so he just spammed you with pictures of a particularly deep wound and "I'm ending it since you apparently don't care about me" messages.

You had to run to his house only to find him lightheaded from blood loss, but he just greeted you with a smile and hug like his arm wasn't dripping blood

If you can't take it and try to break up with him he'll take it outside, start making a scene, gather a crowd and threaten to jump off until you take it back due to public pressure

He doesn't particularly care about the scars left during these outbursts since he views them as memories the two of you share but if someone else leaves a scar on him, even by accident, he'll have a breakdown and attack the person until someone pulls him back

His favorite dates are the ones where you two just laze around in bed the whole day, open a random show and have sex instead of actually watching it

He's mostly fine with you having your own hobbies and interests but if you seem to enjoy them a bit too much for his liking he'll start throwing tantrums to get you to do them less

He has two moles right above his butt, on the left

[kenwio]

Joker's kid reader: Joker's kid first friend

Route: recovered dove

Author's note: Connected to this ask (finally did it ^-^). Another author's note will be in the end.

Warnings : Grammar, fluff with hints of hurt/comfort.

Your day began pretty normally: Alfred woke you up, saying that breakfast is ready. After you managed to wash your face and brush your teeth, you walked in the kitchen, only to witness your family being tired and for lack of a better word, restless. They all seemed bothered by something, and you couldn't really understand what. Tim and Bruce were looking at the screen of bat-tablet (yeah, they totally have bat-tablet), Dick was thoughtfully chewing on food, stopping occasionally so that he could tell Damian to stop death staring Jason, who looked pissed. When Alfred walked in again, you noticed little leaf stuck to his usual attire.

- Master Bruce, our little guest is still acting aggressive, even after watering.

Now you looked confused. Guest? Being watered?

- It's all your fault, Todd - Damian said harshly

- Oh, for the love of God! - Jason snapped - you were there when that thing fell on me! How in hell were I supposed to know it would take my helmet!

- Still - Damian started, but he was quickly interrupted by Dick

- B, Timmy, any luck finding out what is.... that thing?

- No - answered Bruce, not looking up, while Tim only shook his head

- What thing? - you inquired quietly. On your question, Jason and Damian answered at the same time.

- The thing that stole my helmet!

- The thing that Todd trapped and can't get out.

- well, uh alien-plant? - Dick chimed in

- All of above - Tim added - we can't find out what is until we get it out of Jay's helmet

- Can't we just slash helmet? - Damian asked

- Hey, it's can hurt it! - Dick defended

- it will hurt my helmet!

As they continued bickering, you chewed your food, and after some thoughts, you asked

- Can I see it?

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So there you were, in the batcave with your brothers (Bruce wanted to join in, but he had a meeting in Wayne Enterprise). You were looking at the little creature that was in the helmet of Red Hood. You couldn't really see it, but you didn't want to blind it by lightning it with a flashlight. You were looking at it, until you saw that shiny dark eyes of the creature looked at you back, you felt like it's eyes touched your soul, as if you and this little one had a connection

- Oh, they are hiding - you noted quietly

- well, duh, Sherlock, we can see it - Jason answered

- and they are scared of you

- They? - Dick asked, and you just nodded in response.

As you looked at little plant creature, you couldn't help but feel like you understood the creature. It was afraid, just like you, when you were first taken in. You gently reached out your hand, showing that you wanted to, he don't have to be afraid of you. It let out a strange noise, after which he touched you. It moved a bit, and you saw a little wooden humanoid creature with emerald colored leafs poking out of his different parts, which was looking at you curiously. Seeing that you didn't move and was looking at him kindly, he climbed in your hands, making little creaking sound, and you understood what he was saying.

- they like hats - you translated for your brothers.

Your brothers looked eyes widened, and all of them looked at you as if you had just changed some basics of the world like it was nothing. They did not understand how you understood this creature.

- You can understand this thing - Jason voiced first, sounding shocked

- Yep. And they liked your helmet. He likes hats. - you stated, taking little creature closer to you

- So, can he tell you what they are? - Tim questioned, his curiosity returned quickly. You looked at little creature, who answered to you with his little creeking

- They don't really know. They are too little, they don't even have a name - you answered, looking at creature sadly. You remember times when you didn't have a name, too.

- You know, since they like you, maybe you could help him choose name - Dick walked up to you putting his hand on your shoulder, smiling at you and at creature. You nodded.

- Chlory? - you said quietly, quickly adding - short for Chlorophyll - on your words creature creaked happily

- Tt, how original - Damian said, he was faced away, his arms crossed, his face tinged with forced indifference

- I am Chlory! - creature creaked happily, trying to mimic your speech, making all of you surprised.

- Seems he likes the name, good job (your name)! - Dick cheered you up, patting your head, and chuckled, looking at Damian - Don't sulk, Dami

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From the moment Chlory climbed in your hands, he was glued to you, refusing to climb down from you. Since you were the only one who understood that little creature, you were the one who was taking care of the little plant alien since you were the only one who could understand it. And since Chlory didn't want to get down for you, you were the one who was taking care of it, but soon, your family noticed that the way your routine changed for them was healthy.

Yes, in the beginning, Alfred and Bruce were suspicious. Bruce knew his children had a knack for befriending aliens (and you befriending this little one just proved that tendency), but it still made him worry. What if this little one will hurt you? But you yourself asked Bruce to keep them, and it surprised him, since you almost never asked for anything, so he couldn't deny this one request (you were too cute). So he had to keep his eye on you and Chlory, making sure your little duo would be just fine. As for Alfred, he was utterly surprised with decision to keep this alien, but seeing that Chlory could help him with garden, he made his peace with it, and started helping you to take care of Chlory. But as long as you seem happy, Alfred wouldn't mind.

Since Chlory needed being watered, while consuming it, they made you drink water with them. Sine Chlory needed sun, you had to take walks with them. But other then that, when Chlory noticed that you need to eat, Chlory made sure that you ate, by constantly creaking "I am Chlory" that translated in "you are hungry", and you weren't sure if Chlory made you believe that you are hungry or stated the fact. Chlory even tried to eat your food, and drink your drinks on several occasions, though Chlory just chewed your food and they also didn't enjoy hot tea you usually drink with Alfred, and never touch your steaming hot cup if tea after one bad experience. Sometimes, when you were washing your face, Chlory would jump in open water, so you had to drag them out of it, and drying him up with towel from time to time, yet it was fun and cute, they reminded you cat that tried to play with water tap in videos Tim and Damian showed you.

Thouse little experiences with Chlory became part of your daily life, and one that was quite comforting, one that reminded you you weren't alone anymore. Oftentimes, you could hear Chlory creeking happily, and this sound helped you not to zone out. I'm dark corners of your memory, reminding you yet again that nightmare of your previous life was over.

Surprisingly, Chlory helped you to learn how to speak up. For example, one time you were reading a book Jason told you about, you felt how Chlory were tugging onto your sleeve repeating "I am Chlory" that translated in "Read to me" over and over. You weren't sure you could do it right, but you tried, mentally recalling all the times Jason read to you. Chlory were happy to hear you, and those sessions of reading outloud to them lead you to being complimented by Jason on how good you read and pronounce things now.

Also Chlory forced you to tell you what you were doing and what you were doing. Chlory liked when you talked, and you had to talk more, and one time you were commenting how you were trying to put together puzzle, Dick was a quiet witness of your interaction. He couldn't help but smile at the scene and be proud that you were actually talking. And of course he joined in just a bit later, having cute conversations with both of you.

While Chlory was too attached to you, Tim knew that sometimes you just needed your space. He remembers that you told that Chlory like hats, and since he couldn't really sneak vigilante gear in your room (he tried, yet Alfred advised against it) he began quest of finding best hat for Chlory that also can be just a little bed or shelter for them. So Tim, you and Chlory (more Tim and you, who were searching for approval of Chlory) began researching into hats, trying to find a perfect model of it. Chlory seemed interested in berets, and now you three bought a few (just in case Chlory wanted to change them).

Watching your interactions, Damian can't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy, but he would never admit it. It was good enough that many of the animals he took care of sometimes liked Drake and Grayson more, but now you were the only one who could get along with that's creature and not him?! How come! He didn't voice it, of course, but it seems like you got the idea yourself. So when you were holding Chlory while explaining to Damian how he needed to act. He needed to be even more calm and more gentle than he is when he was with Titus when he was a puppy. You didn't expect it, but you and Damian would bound about taking care of little friends. Yeah, friends, because outside of the family, Chlory is your first friend.

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Author's note : My break is over (unfortunately Т^Т), so I would have a little to no time, BUT! I will try to post at least once a week!!!

[lorelune]

(michael kaiser x reader // 18+ MDNI // cws: yandere kaiser, stalking, reader smokes cigarettes, toxic behaviors // wc: 2.2k)

"so you really did it?"

"did what?" you ask, exhaling a puff of cigarette smoke into the frigid air. your fingers are numb.

"break up with him!"

"kaiser?" you snort, taking another drag before speaking. "i guess? i called things off earlier today, but we weren't actually dating. so it's not like it's really a breakup."

"... sure."

your friend on the line hardly sounds convinced. but it is... true. you and michael kaiser never dated. you never had a label, never discussed any type of commitment or potential future together. though you had spent more than one weekend (try a dozen plus) at his apartment, oscillating between cuddling, fucking, and being in each other's presence's in a way that was distinctly not platonic—

you and michael kaiser were never dating. you were not together. (Regardless of him flying you out to one match in Vienna, and the another in Rome—) you weren't dating.

you never were.

you never expected to either. michael kaiser was transparently damaged, and handling it in an unproductive, destructive manner. you saw this from a mile away, but entertained your chemistry regardless. maybe it was the influence of a few drinks and a few heated arguments that got you in bed with him to begin with, despite clocking his toxic tendencies early on.

you fought a lot, for not being a couple.

care made kaiser squirrely and angry. kindness made him snap. aggression, biting and clawing— angry sex that metastasized into something carnal and closer to a fight resonated with him far more than little affections. you only saw moments of vulnerability from him when you were both fucked out and exhausted. or, when he thought you weren't looking. you felt him pet through your hair while he thought you were asleep, more than once.

you broke up with kaiser because you couldn't handle things as they were anymore.

maybe you wanted to be loved. maybe you wanted to be held, openly and tenderly. maybe, you wanted a partner and not a man with an ego problem who fucked like a god and treated you like invasive creature nine times out of ten when you showed him affectionate.

(you just want to be loved.)

the luxuries and innate chemistry of your relationship simply wasn't worth it.

so, you broke things off. over text, because it seemed the least messy.

[you]: hey, what we have isn't working for me anymore. i don't want to see you any longer. i care about you a lot, but what we have is not sustainable. i wish you all the best, michael.

(you try not to be too affectionate with your message, lest you rile him up. you want to be gentle, but not too... emotional. it's better this way.)

you block him after sending the text. clean breaks— it's kinder in the long run, isn't it? even if it hurts more in the moment.

you sigh into the receiver, tossing your cigarette butt to the side, "i mean it, we weren't ever serious."

"if you say so."

you kick at the snow beneath your feet. there's an inch or two of it on the ground, coating the cobblestones of the path you walk on. the river that cuts through your city runs, despite the cold. there's no one around, and it's peaceful beneath the amber-tinged street lights.

"you don't sound convinced."

"because i'm not." your friend pauses. "... have you seen his instagram story from today?"

"nope," you pop the word from your lips. "i blocked him."

"already?"

"immediately."

"damn. that's cold of you."

"you don't know kaiser like i do," you shake your head. it's better this way, to be cleaner.

(you have always been able to foresee the way that man would tear you apart, if you misstepped too grievously.)

"well regardless," a notification comes up on your phone. your friends has sent a screenshot of kaiser's story. "look. he flew out to your city."

your stomach drops. sure enough, the screenshot has a location stamp over a photo of kaiser's deft hands, twirling a flute of champagne from what is clearly a first class seat.

"... maybe he has a match."

(he doesn't. you know this; there's no league that plays in your city.)

"or, he's coming to see you!"

"that would be insane," you laugh. that bastard... wouldn't, would he? he is... was halfway across the world.

"it would be romantic."

"it would be insane," you repeat.

you turn on your heel, back the way your came through the parkway. your apartment is... about a mile away, maybe. it's dark and cold, but you can probably get back there quickly. you're not sure where this particular sense of haste comes from—

but it's a frantic sort of feeling.

your friend pouts, "you have no sense of romance then, i guess."

(and your friend doesn't know michael kaiser.)

anxiety pitches around between your stomach and lungs. you swallow, and it feels too dry.

"i promise i do," you shake your head. "that's the problem."

"sure. tell me more about it later, 'kay? i gotta get ready to go out. let me know if your man shows up!"

your stomach rolls. "gotcha."

"bye bye!"

the line goes dead. your drop your arm to the side, your phone like a deadweight in your hand. you take a few steadying breaths, looking out at the rush of the river. the roar of it is just far enough away to not be overstimulating. the rest of the night is blanketed in snow and stillness.

you nearly trip as you begin to walk again, panic unfurling in your chest with each step.

(there's no way michael came all the way to your city, on a fucking last minute flight no less, for you. there's no literally no fucking way.)

why would he anyway? to try and salvage your not relationship? that hardly logical. there has to be another reason— his team has had him in a few PR campaigns lately, maybe... maybe that's it.

(you know that you are lying to yourself.)

you slip, just for a step or two, on some ice that's beneath the layer of fluffy snow. barely, you keep yourself upright, your arms flying up to find your balance once more. you take a steadying breath, pressing a hand to your chest.

"you should be more careful."

the blood in your veins freezes, numb and chilled like the air around you. your head jerks up.

kaiser sits on a bench, about ten paces in from of you. his arms are spread out over the back of it. he regards you with a tilt of his head, almost playful.

he looks you up and down, voice full of poison, "you could have hurt yourself."

"why the fuck are you here?" your voice barely manages to stay steady.

"why wouldn't i be?" kaiser shakes his head, a laugh bubbling in his chest. the cadence of it makes you feel nothing but unease. "i've got a match in London. i'm just picking you up."

"what are you talking about?" you swallow, audibly. you know that he hears it.

"don't be obtuse." he stands up. your stomach fills with leaden dread.

"you don't be obtuse," you snap back. "we're done. this—" you point between the two of you, "— is over."

"that's a mutual decision." he steps toward you.

you step back. "no, it's not."

kaiser is faster than you, he's up against your front in a moment. it makes you stumble back, nearly falling on the same patch of ice as before.

deftly, he gets an arm around your waist. the force of it is immediately too much, too tight, too hard. you're pulled against him, chest-to-chest. you brace your hands on his shoulders, some attempt at distance, but he doesn't budge. he stares down at you, the cold heat of his own presence engulfing you effortlessly.

"i-it's not," you whisper, voice wobbling. "you need to leave."

"you're an idiot."

"please let go."

"now, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" kaiser smiles, something acidic that you can almost taste.

he bends the two of you, so your back arches. you scramble against him for some purchase.

"there's nothing to 'let go'," his sneers. you hit your fist against his shoulder. "you're coming with me to London, and you'll stop throwing this tantrum now, or along the way."

"it's a not fucking tantrum!" you snap at him. your voice matches the roar of the river. you meet his gaze, angry slipping into your tone as it so often does with him. "we are done. i don't want anything to do with you, michael— especially now. i can't believe you hopped on a fucking plane to, what, harass me on my own turf?"

his palms circles your jaw in a swift, uncomfortably fast movement. the pressure of him is unyielding. you can't look anywhere other than him.

the way he looks at you scares you, now more than ever. the frigid blue of his eyes is haunting and as hollow as it is full of vitriol. anger. all directed at you.

"i 'hopped on a plane' to take you home," kaiser dips you further. if he wasn't holding you, you'd crash to the ground. "i should've done so earlier, but i didn't expect that you'd lose your shit so quickly."

you weren't—, "i’m not—"

his grip on your jaw grows tighter. from a distance, this may look romantic to an onlooker.

from your position, you are in the jaws of a beast that you thought you had escaped.

"you're mine—" he pats your cheek, hard, as he tells you. the angle is bad, given it's with the same hand that's holding your jaw. your brain rattles inside of your skull. "don't think you can run away just because you got a bit scared."

"that's not why i broke up with you—"

"but, it is."

you want to cry, run away, jump in that goddamn fucking river. "no—"

"i get it," kaiser noses into your cheek. he's just as cold as you are. his voice is too soft; it unnerves you. "it's scary, loving someone. i'm scared too"

"i—" you don't love him, you can't love him—

he pulls back just enough to dip your body as far as it can go, and look into your eyes, his own pupils blown.

"let's be scared together," he says, just above a whisper, before slotting his lips against yours.

you slam your fist on his shoulders, his chest, the back of his head— you don't fucking care. whatever you can reach. kaiser doesn't relent. instead, he licks into your mouth. kisses you filthy in a public park just because he can.

maybe his words seem romantic, if you were to recount them to someone else. maybe. maybe someone could read his plane ride to you as a grand, romantically-driven gesture.

but, as he holds your head squarely in place, and fucks your mouth with his tongue, stealing your words and breath in tandem— you know, so lucidly, that none of kaiser intent here is 'romantic'. not in a way that's normal, that's sane.

no, this is the only way a deeper connection can exist for him, you think. the hand on your jaw slips down to your throat, holding you there. it's a collar and kaiser's holding the leash.

you whimper; you feel so foolish. you feel so fucking stupid for thinking you could disentangle yourself from him so easily.

"do you get it now?" kaiser says against you lips.

all you can do is nod, it's all the action he allows you.

all of the fights and tension that made connection between you before so intoxicating— it evolved into this. it was always destined to. you've been ensnared since day one, but didn't have the foresight to see you.

kaiser did, though.

as he pulls away, you're light-headed. he rights you and steadies you at the waist. he pats your head and even coos at you.

"are you done now?" he begins to walk you with a hand at your lower back— back in the direction you came. probably toward the nice hotel in the center of town where he undoubtedly has a suite. where he'll fuck you stupid into the king mattress. "if you cry, i'll just make it worse."

'worse'.

you shake your head, hard and fast, and suck down any tears beading at the corners of your eyes.

he seems pleased. "good."

there's nothing you can do but walk by his side. this has always been his design, even if you couldn't see it. regardless of any attempts to sever things and run off, even cleanly, this is where you'll end up.

hip-to-hip, with his hand on your lower back. with the promise of pain and pleasure doled out to you in equal measure.

as you step through the doors of the, as expected, upscale hotel, a wave of warm, fragranced air hits you. and with it, some part of you sags, defeated so simply. crushed. you sniffle and rub at your eyes.

(you don't see kaiser smiling at your side. you don't see the way he slips the concierge a wad of bills with the understanding that he'll be given a room far away from others, and that you won't be disturbed.

he has work to do. you— were going to fucking leave him? he— he needs to make sure that you understand that that is not your choice to make.

and, as he sees you, stifling tears and shaking like a leaf, your little act shattered so seamlessly, he thinks you really are starting to get it.)

you are his.

[icjayking]

my personal experience is workplaces and classes will give me extremely minimal accommodations that are usually a compromise of what i initially said i needed, but whoever i worked out those accommodations with will either make me have to ask them if i can use the accommodation so they can determine if my reason for it is good enough, or if i'm free to decide when i need to use it they'll just stop me from using the accommodations when they see me using it because it's incontinent, usually with passive aggression and comments like "do you really think that's nessicary right now?"

Being autistic is like screaming through a megaphone “please don’t overwork me, i WILL explode” and everyone responds like haha well. You’ll get used to it over time :)

[revelboo]

Welcome to Smirks and Smiles of TFA Optimus. I didn't grab any from Season one, but here are a bunch from season two, thought you might like.

Everyone, including me like to think he is a wholesome lil man, but those devious smirks say otherwise XD

Oooh yes… he’s such a good bot. Because it’s what’s expected of him. The responsible one, the serious one who always has a plan. Let him lose control a bit, be a little wild and deviant

18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

TFA Optimus Scenarios

TFA Optimus x Reader

• Startling at the mass displaced mech when Optimus rests his cheek on top of your head and wraps his arms around you, you smile. Just draping himself against your back and nearly knocking you forward into the kitchen counter. Setting down the dish you’d been about to put up in the cabinet, you hold onto his arm. “Bad day?” Know no one else is around if he’s being clingy and he just groans to make you wonder what went sideways. “They’re still not listening to you?”

• “There’s no sense of team or cohesion. No communication or strategy, they just all do their own thing,” he mutters, venting to stir your hair. And you lift a hand to touch his jaw. ‘Babe, you’ve got to learn to be assertive,’ you say and he almost laughs. None of them really bother to listen to him. Not even Ratchet and he’s never been that aggressive. ‘You could practice on me.’ Stilling against you, recognizing that tone, his spike immediately stirs behind his plating. Almost whines despite himself when you slip out of his arms and back away, smiling mischievously.

• Sari and Bee are out patrolling. That buys you a few hours as long as they don’t actually find anything and comm for help. Slowly retreating as Optimus follows, those audial fins of his perk up. And you’ve been trying to get him to be a bit more aggressive during sex. Or lovemaking as he insists you call it, the big hopeless romantic getting so offended if you call it just sex. Heading into the room he’d claimed as his, you start stripping before he’s even got the door closed, watching those audial fins flatten back when he looks to make sure no one’s around to see you. Sitting down on the human height berth he’d rigged after you’d started fooling around, you ease back on your elbows and look up at him. “Okay, big guy. You call the shots.”

• Audials going back as you shift to spread your thighs in invitation, he swallows a needy growl and reaches to run a palm against your thigh. Assertive. When he prefers you to take the lead, to tell him what you need. And your expression is all challenge, looking up at him and hooking a leg against his hip. “Get up on the berth,” he manages. “On your hands and knees.” Freeing his spike when you obey him, he climbs up after you, reaching to cup you. Stroking a servo deep, checking how wet you are for him before he’s shifting against you. Slipping his servo free to catch his spike and press inside you. “This okay?”

• Shivering at the familiar burn of him stretching you, you push back against him. Feel his servos tighten on you before relaxing. “Mmm,” you murmur, as he adjusts behind you. “What do you want, babe?” And he presses a palm between your shoulders to ease your upper body down, hips up. The position making him feel even bigger inside you, making you very aware of his spike when he slowly rocks his hips.

• You’re so tight around his spike, so warm and slick as he pumps his hips. Finding a rhythm much more urgent than normal. Taking out his frustration on you. Hips snapping against you to make you moan. “Want to spark you,” he groans, hips pumping in hard drives. Imagines rutting against you, making love to you then snaring you with his spark. How that would feel. Being inside you while you’re tangled in him. Claiming you, claiming all of you as his. “Let me spark you.” Lost in those needy cries and the wet sound of his spike inside you, he bows forward, slamming a hand down on the berth for balance. Thrusting deep again and again. “Let me have this. I need it, please.”

• He’s begging again, hips snapping against you. Chasing that peak is all you’re focused on. Have no idea what he’s asking, but if he doesn’t stop moving, you don’t care. He can have whatever he wants. He’s never been this rough with you, thrusts almost wild. And you’re so close. “Please, give it to me,” you whimper, rocking back to meet him. Crying out when you come apart and he keeps moving, dragging it out. You feel his denta graze your neck as his chassis presses against your back and he’s filling you with a groan, hips still bucking even as you feel his plating shift at your back right before you’re snared in him. In his spark in a way you didn’t even know was possible.

[heliosunny]

Secret admirer [1]

Yandere!Phainon x Reader

The clang of metal against metal filled the blacksmith’s shop, the heat of the forge wrapping around you like a second skin. You had long grown accustomed to the presence of warriors, knights, and heroes who relied on your craftsmanship. But among them, the Luminaries stood above all.

The twelve elite heroes of the kingdom often came to the blacksmith’s shop, their presence a constant in your daily life. Among them, Phainon was the most difficult to ignore.

Phainon was an elite hero, beloved by the people. His silver-white hair, striking blue eyes, and towering, muscular frame made him a legend on and off the battlefield. He was used to admiration. It followed him everywhere like a loyal hound.

And so, when your gaze lingered on him at the shop, he assumed you were no different from the others.

At first, it amused him. He would make a show of smirking whenever you approached, watching in expectation of your flustered reaction. When you handed over his polished weapon, he held your fingers longer than necessary. But when your reaction remained indifferent, merely professional, Phainon grew intrigued. Surely, you were just shy. It was only a matter of time before you melted under his presence.

Then he saw it.

The way your eyes brightened ever so slightly when Mydei entered the shop.

Unlike Phainon, Mydei never basked in attention. He was quiet, composed, a warrior who carried himself like a wandering storm. His hair shifted in the forge’s light, and his golden eyes were as distant as ever. Yet, you always treated him with the slightest bit more care.

Phainon’s fingers curled around the hilt of his weapon. The metal groaned under his grip.

Why him?

Why not him?

It started small, an itch at the back of his mind, a discomfort that twisted whenever he saw Mydei in your presence. But the itch soon became a fire.

Phainon began to insert himself into your life more aggressively.

You had long noticed his habit of bringing in weapons that hardly needed repairs, his sword, polished to perfection, with barely a dent. And yet, he always found a reason to return.

“Another job for you” Phainon said smoothly, placing his sword on the counter. His blue eyes lingered on you, the corners of his lips lifting in amusement. “I noticed the balance felt a little off.”

You glanced at the weapon. It was flawless. “There’s nothing wrong with it.”

His smirk deepened. “Ah, but you’re the expert, aren’t you? I trust your craftsmanship more than anyone.”

You exhaled, knowing it was pointless to argue. “…Fine. I’ll check it over.”

As you turned to take the sword into the workshop, Phainon leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “By the way,” he said, voice casual, “I heard something troubling today.”

You didn’t respond, too focused on inspecting the blade for nonexistent flaws.

“There are rumors of a monster lurking nearby. Not just any monster—something fast. The kind that strikes before you even realize it’s there.”

You paused, glancing at him. His expression remained easygoing, but there was something calculating in his gaze.

“I’ll walk you home tonight” he stated simply.

Your brows furrowed. “That’s not necessary.”

Phainon tilted his head. “Oh? You’d rather take the risk?”

“I’ll be fine.” you said firmly.

Before Phainon could press further, a deep voice interrupted.

“That’s a good idea, Phainon.”

You turned to see your boss, arms folded, nodding in approval. “The streets have been dangerous lately. It wouldn’t hurt to have an escort.”

“Boss-” you started, but he cut you off.

“You work hard enough as it is. Just accept the kindness.” He clapped Phainon on the shoulder, a gesture of gratitude. “Thanks for looking out for Y/n.”

Phainon smiled. “Of course. I’d hate for anything to happen.”

The moment was sealed. There was no escaping it now.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself walking beside Phainon, his towering figure casting long shadows in the dim light. His presence was suffocating, not from fear, but from the weight of his gaze, always watching.

When you reached your door, he studied it for a second too long.

“…Well, this is it” you said, eager to step inside.

Phainon hummed. “Hm. Seems safe enough.”

Then, he smiled “I’ll remember the way.”

The city was alive with celebration. The Luminaries had returned victorious from yet another battle, their names chanted from the gates to the palace. Flowers rained from balconies, banners of the kingdom fluttered high, and citizens crowded the streets, eager to catch a glimpse of their champions.

Phainon rode at the front, his hair gleaming under the sun, his towering frame unmissable among the heroes. The cheers and admiration were nothing new to him, he had long grown accustomed to the love of the people.

Yet, as his gaze swept over the crowd, he found himself searching for something… someone.

Then, he saw you.

You stood among the onlookers, eyes fixed on one figure.

Not him.

Phainon followed your gaze, his jaw tightening when he realized who had captured your attention. Once again, Mydei.

He rode silently beside the others, his golden eyes unreadable as ever. Unlike Phainon, he never basked in the adoration. He never acknowledged the cheers, nor did he revel in the spotlight. And yet, it was him you watched.

The noise of the celebration dulled, the praise meaningless. His grip on the reins tightened.

Why?

Why him?

It didn’t matter now.

Because if your eyes refused to see him…

Then he would make sure he was the only thing you would ever look at again.

Phainon was patient. He was a man who knew how to wait for the right moment, how to let things fall into place.

That was why, after the grand procession, after the cheers of the people faded, he sought you out, not with force, but with something simpler.

“Come with me” he had said, voice carrying that easy confidence. “I know a place.”

It was a charming café, tucked away from the main roads, the kind of place that wasn’t suffocated by nobility or merchants. It was quiet, intimate.

He watched as you browsed the menu, his chin resting against his knuckles.

“You’re not nervous?” he mused. “Having cake with a hero?”

You snorted. “You’re just a customer I’ve known for a while.”

Phainon chuckled. You were refreshing, carefree in a way that people around him rarely were. Most stumbled over their words, eager to impress, but you… you were just being yourself.

Then the cakes arrived.

Phainon blinked as you wasted no time digging in, eating with such appetite.

“…You eat strongly” he remarked, mildly impressed.

“It’s good.” you said between bites, completely unbothered.

He found himself smiling, intrigued. He had expected you to be more hesitant, but instead, you were at ease. That was good. That meant you didn’t see him as a threat.

As you ate, he asked about many things, your work, your thoughts on the city, little things about your life. You answered carefreely, the conversation flowing easily.

But then, your questions turned.

“You and the others must have a lot of weapon damage after that battle” you noted. “I’d like to know what issues you’re having so I can enhance them accordingly.”

Phainon raised a brow. “That’s why you’re asking?”

“Of course” you said, sipping your drink. “If your weapons aren’t at their best, it’ll cost lives on the battlefield.”

He hadn’t expected such a practical answer. Most would ask about the fight itself, about his heroics. But you were thinking ahead.

You were thinking about him.

The thought pleased him.

He leaned back, twirling the spoon between his fingers. “Since you’re so interested, my sword could use better weight distribution. It’s powerful, but in prolonged battles, I can feel the strain on my wrist.”

You nodded, taking mental notes. “What about Mydei’s weapon?”

Phainon’s fingers stilled.

The question was casual, but something about it sent an unpleasant jolt through his spine.

Again. Always Mydei.

Before he could even process an answer, an excited gasp filled the air.

“That’s Phainon!”

Heads turned. The quiet ambiance of the café shattered as people recognized him.

Within seconds, a crowd swarmed.

“Lord Phainon!”

“Please, just one signature—!”

“A moment of your time—”

The café staff scrambled to maintain order, but the wave of admirers was relentless.

Phainon scowled. Not now. Not when he finally had you alone.

And then, he noticed. You were gone.

His eyes flicked to the table. The bill had already been paid, and you had slipped away before the crowd could consume you.

For a long moment, he just stared at the empty seat across from him, the warmth in his expression slowly fading.

Then, he smiled.

How adorable.

He would let it slide this time. After all, the chase was just beginning.

The clashing sounds of steel filled the air as The Luminaries drilled their recruits, each hero effortlessly demonstrating their might. The training grounds were a blend of intensity and discipline, where every swing and every move was a reflection of their years of battle experience.

You stood at the edge of the grounds, observing the spectacle alongside a few of your fellow blacksmiths, who were overseeing the new weapons. It wasn’t uncommon for you to attend these sessions. The Luminaries had come to rely on your craftsmanship for their specialized weapons, and today was no different. You’d been given the task of noting any necessary adjustments and improvements, ensuring their weapons were up to the highest standard for their next mission.

You found yourself talking with a few of the heroes as you made your way around the training field, exchanging notes with each of them about their current gear.

“How’s the balance on that spear?” you asked the tall, poised spear-wielder. She had a cool demeanor and a sharp edge to her movements, which you admired.

“It’s good” she replied, twirling the spear once and giving you a small smile. “Though I might need a sturdier grip. The last time I faced that behemoth, it nearly slipped.”

You made a mental note of it, nodding in understanding. “I’ll work on that. And keep an eye on the weight distribution.”

Nearby, the archer of the group, shot a few quick, precise arrows at a target, his sharp eyes never leaving it as he turned to you.

“You should try improving the pull strength on my bow” he suggested casually, lowering his bow. “It’s a bit too tight for longer shoots. The tension is causing slight strain.”

You jotted it down on your tablet, appreciating his directness. “Got it. I’ll make sure to adjust the draw weight next time.”

As you continued chatting and making notes, you couldn’t help but notice Mydei standing near the edge of the grounds, leaning against a pillar with his usual indifference.

Before you could get lost in thoughts about him, Phainon’s voice cut through the air. “You’re always so diligent, aren’t you, Y/N?” His voice was confident, tinged with that familiar self-assurance.

Turning to him, you found Phainon standing at the center of the sparring ring, sweat glistening on his muscular form. He was still catching his breath, but there was a glimmer in his eyes as he locked onto you.

“I’m just doing my job, Phainon.” you replied lightly, offering him a teasing grin.

He smirked, stepping forward. “You’d be better off joining me on the field. You’d see firsthand how this blade works.” He gave his sword a slight twirl, the glint of it sharp in the sun.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “You want me to join you on the field? Do you think I’m a knight now?”

A chuckle escaped his lips. “Perhaps you’d surprise me.”

You both shared a brief but knowing glance before you moved to check on the weapons of the other heroes, but that brief interaction lingered in the back of your mind. As you walked, you couldn’t help but notice Phainon’s gaze, following you from the corner of his eye.

Your focus shifted as Mydei caught your eye. His yellow gaze met yours, a silent acknowledgment shared between you, but there was something more there, something unspoken that only you could feel.

Phainon was still sparring with another recruit, but his attention had momentarily shifted, and that brief moment of distraction would soon prove to be his undoing. While engaging in his sparring match, Phainon’s focus fractured. His gaze flickered, just briefly, to you and Mydei, standing across the ring from each other, exchanging words. The sight of Mydei, so calm, so effortlessly admired by you, tugged at something deep inside him.

His sparring opponent took advantage, landing a clean cut across Phainon’s arm. The sound of the blade slicing through the air was followed by the startled gasps of the onlookers. Phainon stepped back, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as he clenched his fist around the sword’s hilt.

He looked at the cut, the red seeping through the sleeve of his tunic, and his jaw tightened in irritation.

“Looks like I’ve lost focus” he muttered under his breath, though the frustration was evident in his voice. He tried to recover quickly, raising his sword again to continue.

But it was too late. You had already rushed to his side.

“Hold still” you said, kneeling down quickly as you pulled a healing kit from your pouch. You could feel the intensity of his gaze on you as you worked, but you focused on the task at hand, applying the salve and gently bandaging the wound.

“Idiot.” you muttered, shaking your head as you wrapped the bandage tight around his arm. “You got distracted.”

Phainon’s lips curled into a small, wry smile despite the injury. “I’m just a man, Y/N. Even the strongest get distracted sometimes.” His eyes narrowed slightly as they studied your face, before they flicked toward Mydei, who was still standing calmly in the distance.

You felt the weight of his gaze on you, the tension in the air palpable. But you didn’t acknowledge it. You finished the bandage and stood up, brushing off your hands.

“There. All better.” you said, giving him a small but dismissive smile.

But as you stood back, Phainon wasn’t done with his thought.

“Be careful next time, Y/N. I wouldn’t want you running off to help anyone else…” His voice dropped to a low murmur, but the warning was clear.

Your smile faltered slightly, but you masked it with a light laugh. “I’m sure you’ll survive, Phainon.”

As you turned to walk away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Phainon’s thoughts weren’t as innocent as his words.

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🎉🎉HAPPY 500+ FOLLOWERS 🎉🎉

Gosh, I thought this will stay in the drafts for a long while. Take it as my gift for you ok🥺🥺🥺

[cuntyji]

cw: highly suggestive but v funny please laugh, reader wears lingerie 🙉

your first mistake was leaving choso alone in the apartment.

your second mistake was not expecting him to do something stupid when left unattended for more than an hour. but this? this was new.

you came home, fully expecting to see him napping on the couch, scrolling through his phone, or maybe reheating leftovers in the microwave. instead, you found him standing in front of your underwear drawer—organizing.

which, in itself, was already suspect behavior, considering you’d never seen him fold a shirt properly in his life.

but it wasn’t the tidiness that had your soul leaving your body. no, it was the fact that he was standing there with your panties over his face.

not in a pervy way. not like those spicy fanfics you’ve definitely, totally never read at three in the morning. no, your boyfriend—your 27-year-old, full-time salaryman boyfriend—was wearing your victoria’s secret lace-trimmed underwear over his face like a spiderman mask.

and he was making pew pew noises.

“take that, villain!” he whispered aggressively, using one hand as a makeshift web-shooter while the other expertly color-coordinated your socks. his movements were swift, methodical. he was, horrifyingly enough, completely immersed in his role.

you should have left. you should have turned around, walked back out, and never spoken of this. but no, you had to be brave. you had to step forward and, in the worst decision of your life, say:

“…cho?”

chaos.

choso shrieked. not a yell, not a grunt—a full-on horror movie shriek. his entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted, hands flying to his face as if he’d forgotten what he’d done. his wide, horrified eyes locked onto yours for one agonizing second before he attempted to remove the evidence—attempted being the keyword.

because rather than just taking the panties off his face like a normal human being, your boyfriend, in his absolute panic, yanked them.

RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPP.

the sound was deafening. the death of good fabric. lace fibers shredded in his grasp. the remnants of your once-beautiful underwear dangled limply from his trembling hands.

a heavy silence fell between you.

“…”

“…”

choso slowly lowered his hands. then, in the most pathetic, guilty voice you’d ever heard in your life, he croaked out:

“…hey, babe. how was work?”

you inhaled. deep. long. controlled. you were going to kill him.

“CHO—”

“WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! I CAN EXPLAIN!”

“EXPLAIN?! EXPLAIN WHY YOU’RE PLAYING SUPERHERO WITH MY UNDERWEAR?! WHY ARE YOU EVEN ORGANIZING MY DRAWER?! YOU DON'T EVEN ORGANIZE YOUR OWN SHIT!”

his mouth opened, then closed. then opened again. “well… it looked messy?”

you blinked at him. he blinked at you.

“… i’m gonna pretend you didn’t just imply my organizational skills are subpar,” you deadpanned.

“no! that’s not—! i mean—! it was just a little… chaotic?”

choso was walking on dangerous ground, and he knew it. you could see the regret in his eyes, but you weren’t about to let him escape unscathed.

you crossed your arms. “so you put my panties on your face?”

“… i got distracted.”

“distracted by what?”

he shifted awkwardly. “… spiderman?”

oh, he was so sleeping on the couch tonight.

[kawhh]

I'm aware I'm gonna lose people with this but I really do need to get the thought out of my head (I'm being delusional and this'll make it worse). It's just Jack and blood does something to me. Something magical. Also for the dark!Jack askers.

1.7k words.

Warnings!!!: if you're squeamish, please don't read this. I mean it. There's a lot of blood talk. Him covering you in it. Biting. Me going insane. Being a whore on main. Somnophilia. Jack being feral. If the idea of period sex makes you go ew, this'll make you worse. Him not caring if you don't want him marking you.

You've been worried about him since he got hit - knowing how bad some high stick injuries can be. Stressing until he was shown on the bench, barely calming down seeing all the blood still covering his face. How casual he is about it, not being phased at all, making no effort to wipe it off.

How aggressively he's playing after it, there's more aggression in him when he takes face offs. There's more push behind his skates up and down the ice. More concentration on his bloodied face.

If you're being honest, the whole thing is incredibly hot. Even though there's an underlying beat of concern. You don't like seeing him hurt.

It's late at night, so you're cuddled up on the couch in one of his shirts. Always feels like he's home with you when you're bundled up in his scent.

It's too much for him when he gets home. It's like someone's sucked all the air out of the room. His knuckles white as snow from his grip on the door frame. He doesn't dare move. Feeling like he's one step away from losing any and all sanity that he has left.

His girl.. all perfect.

His shirt on you.. how small you look in it. It's physically stunned him.

He can feel the blood on his face still. He was in too much of a rush to get home to you, he wouldn't take the time to wipe it off. He wasn't wasting time showering. Not when he knows you're all alone at home. He's not phased by it, just slowly dragging his tongue over his lip to prevent it from getting out of control.

He's no stranger to blood in his mouth. Injuries are common and he can't just stop whenever it happens.

He figures you're asleep. Who knows how long he's just been stuck there, trying to piece together the non feral part of his brain. You haven't made any noise, haven't reacted to him coming home.

He's free to just.. observe.

He's salivating over your legs. They look so pure and untouched, unmarked, oh so long looking under the shirt. Fuck.. he doesn't know what he wants first.

He could have them wrapped around his waist, have you scratching your own marks into his back as he fucks you into the wall. Wanting to see the pathetically adorable tears streak down your face until you get noise complaints.

Have you bouncing on his dick, slamming you down to force you to go at his pace, forcing you back down to meet his savage thrusts even if you try and crawl off to escape.

Wrapping them around his head, forcing them tighter against his head, wanting to suffocate against your cunt. Feeling you cry and squirm against him, trying to escape his tongue.

How pretty he'd paint you with the blood that's still leaking from his mouth. What a perfect way to make a point.. show you how much you truly belong to him. It'd stand out so vividly against your skin.. against your cute little cunt.

It's enough to take the final sanity percentage from him. He can't stay here watching you from afar now. He's gone too deep. The chances of him walking by you to shower before coming back.. non existent.

He's like a possessed animal stalking towards you, hair loose, half covering his face. His expression dark, his eyes barely visible. His pupils fully dilated.

If he doesn't get his mouth on you and in you, he thinks he might lose it. He can't even wait for you to stir. He doesn't have the restraint. Doesn't fucking want the restraint.

He's hovering over you before he can even process it, grabbing your legs as gently as he physically can in his state, making room for himself to kneel between them on the couch. Leaning over to hover over your face, staring at how innocent you look under him.

His baby must've stayed up late worrying yourself to sleep, he knows how you get.

His fingers not being able to resist digging into your shoulders, staring at the way that your body doesn't resist him. The slight bruises he leaves, painting you. The way you almost lean into his touch in your sleep, seemingly seconds away from mewling like a cat.

He can't resist pulling your shirt up. He can't get it fully off without waking you up, but he inches it towards your neck as gently as he can. Restraining you slightly as it reaches armpit height.

He's slightly startled as he hears a small sound, like a droplet. Looking down, realizing that some of the blood from his mouth is smack bang in the middle of your exposed chest now. Trailing it with his eyes as it slides down your cleavage, under your bra, leaving a skin stain as it goes.

He can't stop the gulp, processing how it feels to see him on you, in such a different way..

There's nothing more him than his blood. It's so striking against your skin. He can't explain the sudden urge he has to follow it with his tongue. To cover you in him.

He makes a fatal mistake, resting his head against your shoulder. His attempt to control himself only makes the problem worse as he lifts his head, realizing that you're now covered in his blood, your whole left shoulder looks like a murder scene.

He can't resist licking your skin. Just once. Tasting your skin combined with him. He's never felt this possessive before, never felt more sure in the fact that you're his.

Sinking his teeth gently into the skin, just enough to leave a mark. He doesn't fully know what's wrong with him. This need to just.. mark you up. To mark up every single inch of your skin. You're such a little fucking cute bunny rabbit. So adorably small against him. So weak. So fragile. So his.

He can't stop at just your shoulder. He's inching down, nipping and sucking at your skin, occasionally licking at the blood if it pools too much. Making his way down to your chest, watching the droplets drip down your tits, following the perfect curve, seeping into your bra.

He can't resist running his tongue down your cleavage. Slowly folding the cups over enough to get his hot, wet mouth around your nipple. Biting harshly, eyes flicking up to you as your squirm in your sleep. He wonders if you're dreaming about it. If you can feel his body. If you're mentally aware of how deranged he's feeling tonight.

Squirming more as he reaches your stomach. He half entertains spelling his name on your stomach but he truly doesn't have the patience. He's biting his lip more as he goes, trying to agitate it, getting frustrated that the blood's drying up. He doesn't care if it hurts, how much it stings with every single movement. He'll take care of it later. It's not important.

It does rush him slightly. He can't risk running out of it before he gets to his meal. Skipping mostly past your stomach, dragging his parted mouth down until he reaches his meal. Resting his mouth against your cute underwear. Smirking as he realizes there's adorable little teddies on them. Slowly staining them with blood as he keeps his head still, resting his mouth above your clit. The contrast of the blood and your visible innocence, he could moan.

He's just resting there, breathing you in. He can smell you. Feel the heat coming from your adorable pussy. He can't resist gently biting, mostly gripping your underwear in his teeth, letting it smack back against your clit, hearing you let out the littlest moan. He doesn't care to check if you're waking up now. It's not like he'll stop, even if you do wake up and protest. There's nothing you can do about it.

Nuzzling his nose down where your thigh meets this delicious skin, breathing you in. He can feel the dampness of your pussy smearing on his face as he drags his cheek down. Marking himself up with you.

Biting you in a harsher manner on your inner thighs, feeling how your skin melts like butter at his attack. Smearing you in the blood that's drying up faster now, licking up the arousal that's seeping from your underwear.

His girl loves this so fucking much.. as you should.

The little whimpers you let out.. he can't wait any longer. He's teased himself enough. He can feel the fucking precum soaking his shorts. Hell, it's probably even on your legs at this point. The throbbing is so hard for him to ignore, but you aren't fully claimed yet. He hasn't had his fill of your cunt.

Spinning you slightly, dragging you to the edge of the couch. Sinking to his knees in front of you.

He's ripping your underwear off with his teeth, laughing cruelly as he hears your startled gasp. You're awake now it seems. Maybe you're swearing at him. Maybe you're begging him to stop. Maybe you're moaning. He doesn't care. It's time to eat.

Swiping his tongue all the way from your cute hole to your adorable clit. There's only a faint amount of blood leaking from him now, but it's enough for him to slowly watch it mix with your arousal. Only fueling him more to eat you.

Stretching you apart with his fingers, putting weight behind it to make sure you can't move. Can't protest. Sucking every last drop from you, lapping at you like you're water in an oasis. Feeling you clench. Nipping at your clit, not wanting your body to get used to one sensation.

Thrusting his tongue into your cunt, licking against your walls, wanting to consume you from the source.

He's thrusting slowly against the couch, imagining splitting you open with his cock, mimicking the motions with his tongue. You're spasming around him, he can hear your cries getting louder.

Slowly thrusting in with his finger, adding another soon after. Stretching you open, making room for him to shove his tongue further in along with them.

Feeling your legs shake around his shoulders, restricting his breathing. Cumming in his shorts at you getting off on being claimed.

Pulling back, eyes half lidded, running his eyes over your body. Admiring all of the blood smears and marks on your body. He's never felt so in control. So satiated. So utterly dominant over you. There's no doubting that you're his.

And he hasn't even fucked you yet.

[ilonii]

Bartender Sukuna Headcanons - R.S

Bartender Sukuna who hates his job but is so damn good at it. Every time he works the bar is packed!

Bartender Sukuna who is such a stereotype. A tall hot guy, with tattoos and tight black shirt walks into a bar and……no one is surprised. If you could imagine everyone’s hot, dream guy bartender, it’d be him.

Bartender Sukuna who loses points on the personality section. His drinks are great, but his chat is poor. He already isn’t much of a talker, which is why he didn’t expect to last so long in this job. But pear it with too many flirting girls, aggressive drunk guys and underaged kids tryna work a drink off him, he’s a total nightmare to be around.

Bartender Sukuna who you can totally trust with your cup. Drunk girls unknowingly leave their drinks unattended all the time, and Sukuna watches each and everyone of them. If another person, male or female even attempts to get close to your cup, he’s on top of it, instantly.

Bartender Sukuna who hates hookup culture, especially in bars. Drunk sex is so sloppy, and wet. It’s 10% sex and 90% delirious efforts to actually get there.

Bartender Sukuna who rarely ever entertains women. Let’s be honest, he’s a really hot guy, so it’s not uncommon that women approach, and try to take him home. Now while he does appreciate the ego boost, he refuses to entertain anyone he couldn’t possibly see a future with.

Bartender Sukuna who loses all this logic the second he meets you.

Bartender Sukuna, who has quite literally never seen someone so beautiful. You were so different. It was a unique vibe, something about the air around you. From the way you talked, to the slight twitch of your lip before you smiled, to your mannerisms, everything you did completely encapsulated him.

Bartender Sukuna who cannot function every time you enter the bar. It throws him off his game in more ways he’d care to admit. He’s spilling drinks, messing up orders, billing the wrong people. The whole thing is just a complete disaster and you’re to blame.

Bartender Sukuna who already hates your friends. He thinks you’re too good for them. They’re sloppy drunk, don’t pay much attention to you, and ditch you for random guys at the end of every night.

Bartender Sukuna who isn’t the least bit surprised when you stumble over to the bar with a sad look on your too pretty face.

“What’s got you so down in the slums”

 He can’t believe he’s actually talking to you.

“Nothing”

Okay, not giving him much to work with there.

“Then why are you pouting so hard. Keep it up and your face’ll get stuck that way”

You chuckle.

You’re laughing at his jokes? Just say the word and he’ll marry you right now.

“It’s my friends, they always ditch me at the end of the night”

What assholes.

“Let me think, this is the third time this week they’ve done that yeah?”

“Heyyy, how’d you know”

“I’m a bartender, its my job to know my customers”

“Well, you’re not wrong. It’s just frustrating because I’m happy that their finding people and all that but it’s every night, sometimes I just wanna get through the evening with just us you know”

“Well, if you ask me, you need new friends anyways”

“Well good thing I didn’t ask”

“Ooo feisty, I like it”

“Yeah whatever”

“Cmon you should smile more, you’re too pretty to be this sad”

“Ugh, do you use these lines every night? Try something else”

 Gosh, he’s never met a women so combative, he loves it.

“No that was actually a new one, I take it you aren’t a fan though”

“No not at all, but you’re cute so I think I’ll let it slide”

You think he’s cute? He’s totally got this in the bag.

“Well, for what it’s worth I think you’re pretty cute too”

Bartender Sukuna who spent the rest of his shift talking to you. He doesn’t think he’s ever said so much in his entire life. But the conversation just flowed, it was so natural.

Bartender Sukuna who’s ashamed of how quickly he offered to take you home. When it was finally time for you to depart, he was worried about you driving even though you had maybe one or two not very strong drinks. He was surprised to hear that it wouldn’t be a problem because you ubered here and intended to take one back. But what kind of man would he be if he didn’t at least offer to take you himself.

Bartender Sukuna who has absolutely no idea how he ended up in your bed with you beneath him.

Bartender Sukuna who has the best sex of his life that night.

Bartender Sukuna who before he falls asleep, with you in his arms, is already planning your first real date.

border by @plutism

[ultravi0lence14]

FREAK

SAM WINCHESTER X STANFORD!READER

WARNINGS: standord!era sam, fluff, suggestive content

SUMMARY: no one understands how you, the campus sweetheart and queen of stanford, could go out with such a loser like sam winchester. little did those prying eyes know, that your man had more to him then met the eye.

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

the roaring crowd deafened your hearing, making the bumping music even more agitating then it already was.

you had no idea why you came to this stupid party anyway. it was a celebration for the school’s football teams latest win, and if it wasn’t for your best friend dating the quarterback, you would bet your entire life savings that you would be home right now, snuggled in bed with sam and watching a movie on tv.

this wasn’t the type of crowd that sam would usually find himself in, and you were starting to regret not staying back and playing scrabble with him like he asked.

stanford’s community was amazing, don’t get it twisted, but you also liked your peace and quiet, meaning that a loud party with even more boisterous and testosterone filled football boys was not high on your list.

“girl cmon,” your friend lily giggled, stumbling towards you and sloshing the contents of her alcohol filled cup over the rim. “have some fun! jason just told me they are bringing the kegs out, and i know you would absolutely demolish a keg stand!”

“yeah, absolutely not.” you grimaced, eyes wandering towards where a group of boys were holding up someone’s legs and cheering them on. “i’d rather do anything but that, lil.”

lily just sighed, putting her cup on the coffee table by her side and crossing her arms over her chest. ���you’re no fun anymore, girlie. i swear, ever since you started seeing sam winchester you’ve become a total stick in the mud.”

a flare of annoyance sparked in your belly at her words. you and lily were close — having met from being roommates in your freshman year, yet you hated how her, her stupid boyfriend jason, and his even stupider football friends talked about your boyfriend.

yeah, sam was quiet, reserved, and didn’t like to party all that much, but that didn’t make him a loser. you weren’t with him because of that, you were with sam because he was kind, caring, the sweetest boy you’d ever met, and a god when it came to eating you out.

eyes narrowing, you hadn’t even opened your mouth to defend your boyfriends honour before a grating one beat you to it. “you’ve got that right babe.”

of course. wherever lily went her annoying boyfriend jason followed. and wherever jason went his even more annoying friend kyle followed along too.

smiling sarcastically at the two dickhead’s in front of you, your eyes couldn’t help but glance over to lily, who wasn’t even paying attention to you anymore; to busy making goo goo eyes at jason.

“you’ve never even talked to sam before, jason,” you sneered, giving the tall and brooding man the nastiest death stare you could muster. “all of you are so quick to rip on him when you haven’t even given him a chance!”

jason just made a psh noise, waving his hand around before draping it on lily’s waist. “what’s there to give a chance for? he’s a fucking nerd, don’t even know why you’re with him anyways.”

now you were fucking pissed. steam was practically coming out of your ears, and you had to remind yourself to not go full on protective mode over the 6’4 man you called your boyfriend.

“i’m with him ‘cause he’s not a fucking dick, unlike someone i know.” sneering over at the now slightly shocked man, you turned to lily and gave her a glare that could rival the one you just gave her boyfriend. “wow, you really know how to pick ‘em lil.”

with that you turned around, storming out of the student house where the party was being held and trudging in the direction of yours and sam’s shared apartment.

“i fucking hate him!” the loud and aggressive tone of voice you were using was you stalked into your apartment didn’t even surprise sam. all the man in question did was slowly look up from his book, dog ear his page and give you an incredulous stare that told you to go on.

“hello to you too, honey,” sam’s voice was smooth and soft, a small lilt of a smile breaking through as he saw you storm towards the couch. “what happened? how was the party?”

“it fucking sucked.” you bit out, dropping down beside sam and instantly curling into his side. the man in question didn’t hesitate before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, burrowing you further into his side.

“jason’s a prick,” you breathed, looking up to see sam’s eyebrows raise in question. “he thinks he’s so much better than everyone ‘cause he can throw a stupid ball. always talking down to me and our relationship, it’s fucking infuriating.”

at your words, sam’s hand around your shoulder tightened, making you look at him with a curious look. “what did he say to you?” sam’s words came out through his teeth, and you could see the malice swimming in his eyes. “did he push his limits? because i swear to god-“

“calm down macho man,” you giggled, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him through your lashes. “it wasn’t anything too bad, just his usual shit.” running your nail down his chest, you smirked up at sam as his frame visibly deflated. “i love when you get all protective,” you spoke through a grin. “makes me feel all tingly inside.”

the puff of air that sam expelled from his lips was proof enough that his short reigned anger had dissipated. pulling you closer to his chest, the man who had stolen your heart dropped a loving kiss onto the crown of your head. “you know how i feel about him, baby. and you know that if he steps even one toe out of line, i’ll drop the whole ‘nerd’ act he’s classified me in and show him the hunter.”

yes, sam had told you about his upbringing and all the supernatural hullabaloo, and honestly, you were decently okay with it. it took sometime to really garner everything, but after a while, you honestly took it with a grain of salt. hunting didn’t define sam, and you were just happy that he was as smart of a man as he was after the trauma he had to endure.

it was also endearing that he could probably beat jason down to the ground without a second thought, and you really smiled at that picture.

“my big, brave hunter,” you smirked out lifting your chin up so you could press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “somehow, you get even more sexy when you talk all protective.”

smirking, sam shifted so he could lay you down on the couch, arms by your head as his body weight melded on top of yours. “your my girl, baby. if someone makes you upset, i’m going to sort it out.”

deftly, your fingers clutched the back of his neck, arms around his shoulders as you used your leverage to pull his face down to yours. “good.” you smiled, lips pressing against his in a soft and sensual kiss.

sam’s hands were everywhere; on your hips, in your hair, smoothing down your cheeks. he kissed so passionately and so deeply that you felt it in your bones. and when his tongue broke free from his mouth, eliciting a moan from your lips when he explored your mouth, you knew that he was planning to do something to you tonight.

grabbing your thighs so they wrapped around his hips, sam lifted off the couch without breaking apart from your lips. feverishly, you attacked his mouth as you clung to him like a lifeline; arms tightly clutching his shoulders as his hands were placed underneath your ass.

“c’mon,” he groaned out, breaking apart from your mouth so he could kiss down your neck. “let me show my girl something good.”

“please do.” you breathed, body bouncing as he dropped you on the mattress.

TAGS: @starzify @whisperingdaze @titsout4jackles @floralscented @deansbeer @haunteres @bluemerakis @deanssun @deanangel @gibson-g1rl @florchids @honeyryewhiskey @figthoughts @flow33didontsmoke @whump-loverz

NAT BABBLES: now why did this idea come to me as i was reading the boys of tommen book series??? (also can you tell i am giving these side characters the most basic and generic names known to man)

DIVIDER CREDS TO @strangergraphics

[marbofmoorock]

I am convinced this is a Daydream Zooble has.

I'm making an abstragedy story out of this:

TADC AU: Skater Gangle Universe

Cast:

Gangle: Kind of a jaded, yet friendly tomboy punk, she's more like Zooble in this Universe, kind of passive aggressive with a bit of an edge, but she kills it on the board, shredding everything in the circus, adventures included. Caine is secretly impressed, and Zooble is infatuated with Gangle, always doing doodles of her and the other cast members. Gangle is pretty bold, not taking any of Jax's junk, often calling out his pranks before he can pull them on her, often breaking it with her board, due to being fed up with Jax(Caine often snaps her board back to normal with no problem). Often Gangle spends her free time in her room designing boards. She's also great at surfing and snowboarding. She sticks up for herself and what she knows as right, taking on an honest outlook on the circus, knowing she's trapped and enjoying it.

Pomni: A new arrival to the circus, she pops into the circus with her Jester outfit, trying to enjoy the adventures. In this Universe, Pomni has a knack for telling really lame jokes as a way to deal with the fact she can't find the exit. Cringeworthy dad puns which get on Jax's nerves such as "What wears shoes, but has no feet? The pavement." (Haahahahahahaha). Constantly laughing at her own jokes, she lives up to being the Jester, constantly cackling and giggling at even a semblance of humor. Everybody treats Pomni kind of like the crazy one, as Pomni sort of acts like Kinger, laughing maniacally at times and speaking of nonsense due to occasional memory lapses.

Kinger: in this Universe, Kinger is intact mind wise, and loves to spend time with the others. Sad over Queenie's death, he commits to helping the others in her honor, being like a group father and uplifting everyone while sharing trivia and fun facts. He and Ragatha immediately take Pomni as if they're both Aunt and Uncle, looking after her as if she was her niece. Ragatha is super cuddly, especially with Jax.

Zooble: Shy and Sweet, sort of swapping personalities with Gangle, Zooble is timid, shy, and very agreeable. Often letting Jax Jax play with her parts and throw them around until he gets bored, Zooble kinda just plays along to the adventures and goes with the flow, often indifferent to Jax's antics in order to get him to stop in a more subtle way. She's always lending a hand because she has so many to spare, sensitive, easily upset by others.

Ragatha: Kind, gentle, and devoted, Ragatha in this universe is about the same as the digital circus Ragatha, with one exception. She is more openly loving towards all members of the cast more than she was before, always putting her heart foot forward to provide them with her love with Kinger being like an uncle to Her Ragatha and him working together to be the group mom and dad so nobody is left behind, which annoys Gangle slightly(but reluctantly agreees), but Zoobie and Pomni are happy that there is a group. Ragatha and Jax are close.

Jax: Jax is mostly the same character we all know and love/hate, but with a slight twist. Instead of being a jerk and purposely hurting others for fun, Jax in this AU prefers to pull harmless pranks instead, and go soft on others, especially Ragatha, whom he had a HEALTHY relationship with(too much abusive relationship posting with bunnydoll shippers).

TADC AU: Shredding Mask

"I wish she would shred me..." Thought Zooble, as she stared in awe as Gangle boldly skates and slides on a railing and around the tent, lots of sparks trailing behind, leaving Zooble in awe.

Gangle sees Zooble watching and gives her a wink, and Zooble falls backwards fainting, all her interchangeable limbs falling apart when she falls on the ground. "Gosh, I hope she skates holding my head next time, mmm, yes~" Says Zooble, blissing out getting to see Gangle do tricks yet again.

Jax walks up, "Well, well, I guess somebody really broke down, huh? You and Gangle should get a room already."

Zooble is too focused on Gangle to even hear Jax, which he shrugs his shoulders at.

Ragatha then walks up, helping Zooble get back together, Jax assists Ragatha and soon she's back together but easily dazed. If she had a nose, it would be bleeding.

"Golly..." Muttered Zooble as she was still dazed by Gangle.

Ragatha chuckles, " Come on Jax, let's give our friend with a crush some space."

"Whatever you say, dollface. " Says Jax as they glance toward each other in their own flirtatious way, happy to be with each other as they give Zooble some space.

Pomni and Kinger are watching all of this go down.

"So, they're like, in love?"

"HA-Well, I suppose that could be the case for Zooble. Maybe Gangle hasn't fully noticed yet."

"Oh Gosh, it's one sided?!"

"Ha-Don't worry, word will get around fast. I remember when Jax was trying to tell Ragatha how he felt. It was the same old story, but Ragatha's certainly no Tomboy like Gangle."

"The Skater Punk and Bashful Artist, I think there's potential..."

Gangle rolls over and does a circle around Zooble, to which Zooble watches quietly.

"Hi Gangle"

Gangle stops, and kicks up her board in her hand, somewhat huffy from her workout. "Yeah, What up, Potato Head?"

"You think I'm a...potato~?" Zooble blushes intensely.

Gangle, slightly weirded out, responds: "It's a joke, but whatever."

"You're funny... you know that?" Zooble says in a wistful sort of way.

Gangle found Zooble's statement kinda odd, but didn't dislike her or anything, so she walks over and helps her up.

"So uh, did you draw anything cool?"

Zooble gets giddy and excited hearing her say that, but then tries to play it cool so she doesn't freak Gangle out.

"Yeah-Oh, uh, yeah, yeeeah...feel free to check it out or whatever."

Zooble gives Gangle her notebook, and Gangle looks through it, finding a bunch of pictures of her skateboarding.

"Wow, these are really good. I look awesome. Thanks Zooble."

Zooble blushes doing her cute signature hand wave(Ep. 4): "Ohoho, it was nothing, I like drawing you. You're so inspirin-" Zooble tries to stop talking, embarrassed she unveiled so much about her feelings gushing.

Gangle was touched as she looked through more of the album, realizing half of the pictures were of her, so she turns to Zooble, and uses a softer tone as she didn't realize how much Zooble noticed and cared about her until now.

"Zooble, I...am really happy you drew these pictures of me. You're a very talented artist."

"I am?" Says Zooble, flustered by Gangle's sudden complement.

"Yeah, I reeeally like it." Says Gangle, as she gazes at Zooble.

Zooble sees Gangle's pupils dilating as she gazes, and she gazes back.

"Gangle..." Says Zooble as she stares, "I...always wanted to tell you..."

"No need," retorted Gangle, "I already know."

They walk over to each other and share a long heartfelt hug.

Pomni and Kinger are still secretly watching from behind a corner.

"Ha-they're a total item now."

"Yeah...It's so adorable..."

"Reminds me of Queenie, she always loved hugs the most, she'd whisper bug trivia while we hugged, it always made me chuckle."

"That's so sweet, in the most nerdy kind of way."

"I did study computer science for 7 years. Nerdiness comes with the territory, as does an insect collection and obsessions with game shows."

"Oh Kinger, i have a joke for you."

"Haha-Lay it on me Pomni."

"Did you hear about the Circus Fire? It was in Tents."

"Haha, Good one PomPom."

Caine watches secretly out of sight from an orb, excited about shipping everyone!

"Yeees, YEEESSSS, GANGLE AND ZOOBLE ARE IN LOVE, YEEESSS! NOW THEY'LL ENJOY ALL OF THE ADVENTURES MORE. Now we have an Abstragedy and BunnyDoll! And Pomni and Kinger have a father Daughter thing going on! WAHOOOOOOO! I AM SUCH A GOOD RINGMASTER!"

"Yeah you are." Said the Moon flirtatiously, walking up to Caine, massaging his shoulders.

Caine then Turns to face Moon. "Oh Moon, I am so glad you're here."

"You know i love you~"

Caine Blushes: " I do. I really do."

"Kiss me already with those teeth lips of yours."

Caine and the Moon Kiss.

The End.

Skater grill gangle bc i like grills

[ablobwhowrites]

Hi I saw your scenario on robbers and I have my own idea

Imagine reader having one of those standing showers and Yarnaby probably not understanding he can't fit joins anyway cause reader to being stuck between Yarnaby and the shower wall and Doey and Mommy longlegs need to force Yarnaby out so reader can continue their shower

(kissy missy likes to draw with crafty corn and you can't change my mind.)

Yarnaby does this with every hallway and door way. Like he is a unmovable force and if you lock a door, he will scratch up the door until hes realizes, he can break down the door so he just ends up body slamming the door down. Basically y/n has the most movable force and the most unmovable force and it's a struggle. Cause imagine if y/n was a popular streamer and just seeing this fucking unit of yarnaby like walts behind y/n like nothing until he's out of sight and if their chat every asks about what the hell just walked behind y/n, bro will just be like "what?" And look behind them as if they didn't see yarnaby walk behind them from their screen.

Totally imagine when y/n tries to be in the bathroom in peace like trying to shit in peace then suddenly they hear yarnaby scratch at the door and y/n has to ask someone who get yarnaby away because this will be the 3rd door ruined this week alone. Plus after the robber situation yarnaby has been a bit more aggressive to new voices and to new people and I love the thought of boogie bot and bunzo watching a horror movie and ended up getting freaked out so bad and they sleep in y/n's room for the next week because they where so scared that Freddy Krueger would come after them cause they watched the movie. And they are ban from being having the remote unsupervised for 3 weeks.

Also imagining that dogday just playing five nights at Freddy's as the other smiling critters watch and y/n was walking past their work room and saw dogday playing FNAF and y/n was like "what night are you guys on?" And dog day trying to lock in so KickinChicken just saying that dogday is on night 6 and y/n is just about to walk off "watch out for golden Freddy" and y/n walks off and hears the golden Freddy jumpscare scream and dog day scream with it. (He almost got to 6am and got this idea from that one fanart) dog day can't play fortnite cause he stood in shock when he got his first kill in the game and he doesn't like Fortnite.

Also if the nightmare critters ever come to y/n. They let them in but the other toys be side eyeing them cause doey knows that baba chops bit the shit out of y/n once and ripped off a chunk of y/n's arm and other nightmare critters in the factory basically bit, scratched and the was kinda main reason y/n was was bloody and beaten (the other toys did to buy y/n forgave them but the toys still feel horrible for it) the nightmare critters promise to try and be helpful and they do but the other toys are still suspicious and keeps a close eye on the nightmare critters.

[strwbrychffoncke]

"i want you constantly ,eternally ,unconditionally,, 2k words ⸺ event masterlist synopsis: rafayel can never get enough of looking at you, hearing your voice, your scent ,touching you, or tasting you— and it seems that you share the sentiment contains: nsfw! lnds rafayel x afab!reader ,somno warning ,reader is wearing a nightgown + panties ,morning sex ,needy!reader ,switch!reader ,switch!raf ,dry humping ,grinding ,unprotected sex ,riding ,kissing ,sucking ,marking ,raf helps you ,orgasm ,moment of respite ,then top!raf ,implied overstim ,dumbification if u squint ,think thats it note: (edited!) meant to write fluff today n here we are......

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rafayel was completely and utterly consumed by you.

whether it was seeing you in his studio, listening to you ramble about anything (from work to the new limited time desserts you tried at your favorite bakery), tugging you close to lose himself in your scent (something that always drove him a little crazy), holding you close in any scenario (from making it a rule to keep your hands interlocked while on a date or feeling your body on more passionate nights), or fighting his cuteness aggression, settling for nibbles on your full cheeks until he was able to get a proper taste of you later in the night: rafayel always sought you out, never seeming to be able to get his fill of you.

and with the saying that "you reflect those you spend the most time with," it seems that he's begun to rub off on you.

-

you were the first to wake up when the sun's rays started shining through the clear prismatic windows of his bedroom, stretching out your limbs before turning to face the warmth beside you.

you sleepily reach a hand towards his face, brushing his purplish bangs away from his closed eyelids, faint smile covering your lips before slipping your touch down to caress his pale cheek.

even as someone who spent hours upon hours on paintings, you thought, at the end of the day, he was the prettiest piece of art amongst them all.

especially after the nights you'd spend treating his body as your personal canvas:

the muse taking over as the artist.

the thought alone flitting through your hazy mind managed to rouse something in you suddenly, thumb caressing the soft fat while you began raking your half-lidded gaze down his face, dragging your finger towards his jawline.

he's let you do stuff like this before as he slept and vice versa. it wouldn't hurt....

your finger begins tracing his neck, and move slowly down the exposed skin of his chest—

but at a small sound from his throat, your hand pauses just before reaching his abs over his shirt, looking up at his face:

luckily, he's still asleep.

you let out a small sigh of relief, warmth of his body rapidly seeping into your fingertips as your other hand moves to caress his chest, just over the area shielding his beating heart.

you lean forward to plant a long, loving kiss against the skin before pulling back, glancing back at his face to see a small grin pulling at the edges of his lips— almost as if he were able to feel your affections even under the guise of sleep.

so cute.

you retract your hands, gently moving to lift yourself up with your arms, shifting your position as you move up to straddle him, careful as you swing one leg over his torso to prevent from waking him.

your shuffling causes him to stir just slightly. you sit still on top of him, watching for him to wake, but he's still fast asleep.

your hands are planted on his chest, looking down into the beautifully crafted face of his as you slowly begin rolling your hips against his to create some friction in the place you began needing it the most.

your hips move up and down against his clothed cock, hand coming up to cover your mouth to try and keep quiet, feeling the growing bulge under you as your panties grow wetter by the second.

when you decide you can't take it anymore, you move back just slightly, giving yourself room to free rafayel's cock from the confines of his boxers. your hands move slowly again, carefully, watching his face as you release his length, watching his eyelids twitch slightly before they settle once you've successfully freed him.

your mouth waters at the sight of him— not new but always such a view— momentarily considering sucking him off but quickly deciding against it, feeling too needy to feel him inside of you instead.

maybe that action can be saved for later.

firmly grasping his semi-hard cock in your hand, you begin stroking it slowly to full hardness, precum oozing from the tip as your hand moves up and down, slick smearing over both the shaft and your palm. small hums and whines begin to escape the male under you, but the noises only spur you on. your hips involuntarily begin bucking against his thigh in response, panties almost soaked at this point, desperately seeking relief in your impatience.

it doesn't take long before rafayel is ready (probably painfully so if he were awake). you lift your hips, pulling the damp fabric to the side and aligning yourself with his cock before you slowly begin lowering down, impaling yourself on him bit by bit.

you bite your lip as the tip invades your leaking walls first, trying your best to suppress a pleased moan at the sensation that you so desperately sought after the past couple of minutes.

a whine is ripped from your throat as you lower yourself about halfway onto the girth, eyes squeezing shut as you will yourself to keep going, need overtaking your comfort of adjusting right now. in the next few seconds, you lower yourself completely to the hilt, sitting comfortably atop the resting lemurian.

you let out a shaky sigh, back reflexively arching at the fullness inside of you, taking even breaths as you open your eyes back up to peer at the mermaid below you.

his face is contorted into something akin to pleasure, brows knitted and eyes squeezed tight, breath slightly picked up, but he's still in the land of dreams.

you drag the tips of your fingers from his chest down to his abs, hands flattening over them. you then lean forward, planting a sweet peck against his lips before sitting back up, gaze filled with appreciation and lust all at once.

you lift your hips off of him slightly before sitting back down, humming in satisfaction at the pleasure already filling your body.

in no time at all you set a steady pace, concern for waking the artist leaving your mind with each bounce on his pretty cock.

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rafayel wakes with a start, strangled whine crawling its way from his lips as his eyes flutter open to his vision full of you—

and he thinks you look so beautiful on top of him like this.

you, who's brand-new sleep gown is hugging your figure so nicely, one flimsy sleeve slipping down your shoulder, body curved into a pretty arch, boobs close and swaying through the thin fabric as you move, face contorted into pleasure, lips parted and panting, small noises emitting from your throat (no doubt muted as you try to keep from waking him— he doesn't know if that's thoughtful or cruel of you), looking so needy as you move your hips up and down over his cock, using him to your utmost pleasure.

his hands fly up to grip your hips, startling you from your pleasured daze and eyes shooting forward to meet his.

"rafa—yel..."

with his eyes now open and singled on you, you momentarily pause riding him to grind your hips down against his, shared moans floating between the two of you at the sudden sensation.

"did you... hah.... have a nice dream?"

"i think i— ah— prefer what's in front of me," he manages a playful smirk, your eyes narrowing slightly and sly grin painting your lips.

under his gaze, you drag your hips up, feeling the delicious slide of him against your walls until only the tip is teasing your entrance.

"sorry for waking you," you wink at him before slamming your hips down against his, taking him fully again in one go.

a loud, drawn-out moan is shared between the two of you, rafayel cursing as his hands move to grip your thighs tight.

"are you— hah— trying to kill me, cutie?"

you lean your upper body forward, hips moving faster against his cock as you latch your lips onto his, delving your tongue into his mouth.

when you break the kiss to refill on oxygen, needy pants escaping you, rafayel's hands come up to push down the top of your gown over your breasts, quickly latching his lips onto one, squeezing and massaging the fat in his warm hands.

"hah! raf— so good, ah~!"

his hips begin to meet your downward thrusts as he continues kissing and sucking at your pretty tits, humming into them. the increased sensations are too much, and you feel the edges of euphoria crawling up your system.

"rafayel! hah, close, don't ah, stop—"

he releases the skin of your boob with a wet pop to respond.

"shouldn't i be, hah, telling you that, princess?"

his lips latch onto your nipple and only then do you realize your thrusts have grown sloppy, hips losing their rhythm as your orgasm approaches.

"rafayel!" you can't help but whine his name in response.

he hums against your skin, words slightly muffled against it.

"asking for my help after you— hah— decided to use me? how unfair, ah—"

you whine again, and he watches the way your eyes water as your head falls against his shoulder, voice right next to his ear.

"please, rafayel... mmm wanna— cum."

and despite how much he loves to tease you, he always was weak for your whining.

after leaving another mark on you, he speaks up again.

"don't worry princess," he whispers, pecking your cheek lovingly. "nngh, ive got you~"

suddenly, you feel his hands practically engulf your lower hips, squeezing the edges of the fat of your ass before he's moving you up and down while meeting your thrusts, setting his own pace for the both of you.

you cry out in pleasure, hands gripping tight onto rafayel's strong shoulders as you steadily approach your high.

"rafa— hah— yel! close, close, im—"

"cum on my cock, princess, cum for me, ah!"

with another pleased moan escaping your throat, you throw your head back, feeling yourself cum all over rafayel's cock.

at the same time, rafayel is moaning and whining against you, nuzzling his face against your neck and muting himself by sucking more marks into your neck as he releases rope after rope of thick pearly white essence inside of you, hands still working your hips over himself to ride out his high while ensuring you take everything he has to offer you.

exhausted despite the still-early hour, you sigh out as you slump against him, feeling so full and warm, completely satisfied as you float back down from your bliss. rafayel places soft kisses on the side of your head.

"enjoy yourself, cutie?" he chuckles. his voice is right next to your ear, breath tickling it slightly.

"yes," you breathe out, nuzzling your head into the crook of his shoulder.

he let's out a little breathless laugh, hands sliding up your back to hold you closer against him before he whispers into your ear.

"what if i told you that i wanted more?"

in seconds, you're under him, chest against the mattress as he shifts behind you, holding your hips up to create a deep arch as you feel the tip of him rubbing against your still-leaking folds.

"raf, wait, we can't—"

"don't tell me you were planning on leaving me after that?" his voice holds a hint of something darker in it.

you pick up your head, weakly looking behind your shoulder.

"we had plans today, don't you— ah— aaah!"

your protests are cut off by your whines as rafayel fully enters you once more in a single thrust, snug once again against your slippery walls.

"don't leave me, not like this," he pants out as he begins setting a quick pace, moans quickly escaping his lips as he holds your hips in place.

you can't do much but take it, whining against the mattress, saliva dripping down your lips and to the sheet beneath you, hands gripping the blanket for stability, so full and still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

as his hips meet yours in an erratically-growing and equally needy pace, your pleasure-filled mind could only think one final coherent thought:

you likely would not be leaving the bed anytime soon.

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a/n: something ab morning sex does it for me ig

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