#he just is. sorry everyone that you can't see my vision and the old man gothic romance

[ervona]

ok genuinely. why the need to make Ketheric seem homophobic when he's got sooo many crimes under his belt that people barely talk about... like the forced conversion otherwise slaughter of his Selunite subjects. while gay

[eloquentlytired]

— when the time comes

pairing: old man!logan howlett x gn! reader

word count: no idea but this one isn't very long.

part two is out!

tags: major character death — angst — reader is logan’s sunshine — mention of blood & wounds — logan low-key proposing 5 seconds before he dies — non established relationship

author's note: this has been on my mind since 2 days ago so I had to do it now.. I hope you guys enjoy reading this heartbreak! and yes I wrote this after watching Logan (2017) again. just a bit of an alternative type of ending so I can write abt logan x reader! as always reblogs & likes & conversations are sooo welcome ^_^

god stood me up

and I don't know why

lights are on

but nobody's home

you find him leaning against a tree trunk, a chunk of wood piercing his sides open as blood soaks through his shirt. that isn't the only wound he's sporting but it's the most evident one; the one that'll possibly lead him to his demise.

logan blinks upon noticing you as if he's just seeing things or dreaming. when you crouch down beside him and place your hand on his arm, he realizes exactly just how real you are. “logan?” there are tears in your eyes and he hates that you're crying because of him again. you had been living with him, charles and caliban way before it all turned to shit. and somehow the only ones left standing were laura and you. and the kids that logan had managed to save; he truly had saved so many lives.

there's a silence aside from his heavy breathing before your shaky hands cup his face. the blood flows out of his wound and mouth like a river. in some way you're bleeding too — inside your heart. “hey sunshine.” logan whispers with a soft smile and you feel something tear your chest apart from the inside. “I made you cry again.” you see the way his hand twitches by his side. he wants to touch you but he's old and tired and wounded. there's no energy left in him to move anymore. “the kids are okay, laura is okay— I have the car and..and there's still time— the hospital—” your voice trails off when logan closed his eyes.

“you know what makes me angry, sunshine?” logan asks and you simply stare at him, shaking your head. when he opens his eyes again, they are full of unshed tears. “gonna miss my daughter’s first birthday with me—” logan mutters brokenly and the vision of laura swims beneath his half-opened eyelids. and after laura there is you; smiling. at the beach. you've always wanted to go to the beach with him but he never took you since he was working day and night to take care of everything. of everyone. “and i’m also gonna miss my sunshine.” his eyes fall on you, on your crying face. the tears sliding down your cheeks are plenty and there is so much emotion pooling in those orbs of yours. logan wants to kiss you, tell you it'll be alright. but he can’t even move.

he coughs, some blood spluttering on his white shirt and you flinch. your fingers shake as you slide them through his messy hair, stroking them in the way he’s always loved. “logan, I'm sorry...I— I'm so sorry logan..” you keep chanting and logan feels the frustration in his bones when he tries to move his arms. he can't, he's too weak now, and he's angry with himself that he's unable to comfort you the way he wants. the way he once could but never did. “not you nor the entire world could ever prevent this, sunshine. it was meant to be like this.” he says before coughing again, more blood trickling down his beard.

you crawl by his side, on the dirty ground, and press against his ‘good’ side while leaning your head on his shoulder. you tilt your head back enough for your eyes to reach his exhausted face. logan maintains a smile you haven't seen in forever. in damn years to be precise. “charles spoke to me of other timelines and some shit about— multiverse was it?” he pauses, taking a deep breath. “I don't fucking know. I just wanted him to take the damn pills.” his sentence makes both of you laugh although logan is holding back with that — it'll only cause more physical pain after all. “point is..if it's true then—”

“—we gotta find each other yeah? and laura.” his eyes aren't on you anymore but they're in the sky. it's bluer than ever and the clouds part to show him the sun. logan doesn't look away even if it makes his eyes ache. you stare. “wanna make it right, sunshine.” he tells you as you sniffle by him. his fingers flinch again between your bodies and you slide a single hand down to hold his own, to intertwine your fingers in a gentle mess. “but for now I want to rest.” logan whispers and your grip tightens around his hand. if he had the strength, he'd squeeze back. you knew this.

“you did excellent.” you finally manage to say, a little steadier this time. logan averts his gaze to you as you continue. “you did a good job. you did such a good job.” you repeat with a smile so soft that logan starts yearning for you already. his faint chuckle turns into a rough cough and he takes some time to recover before speaking again.

“maybe after I rest, I'll open my eyes and..” you watch as logan’s eyes begin closing and how the heaving of his chest slows. he's deathly pale by now, the veins underneath his eyes are prominent, but your grip never slackens. you crawl closer until your foreheads touch. logan draws one last breath and you swallow down your cry. “and I'll see my daughter. and my... spouse.” your eyes shoot open wide but logan’s remain fallen shut. your chest heaves up and down intensely but logan’s remains still.

when the time comes, your feet are forcefully dragging you away towards your old car while logan lies beneath the ground.

[prismuffin]

Sorry I don't request much but can I get a miles x male reader please. Where the reader doesn't talk much but when miles finally hears his voice he shocked.

If you can't do this I'll understand 😊

A/n: This seemed like a good little request to dust off the old writing skills. This might be a bit short since it's my first time writing in a while.

Grateful

Miles Morales x mute!male!reader

( summary: Though Miles was curious about how you sounded he knew you had your reasons for being mute, so it shocked him when he heard you speak for the first time since he'd met you. )

Warnings?: just some light swearing!

!-!more under the cut!-!

Miles smiled at the sight of you in the hallway, he met you a few months ago when you'd first come to Visions. He was tasked by one of his teachers to show you around. Now being more comfortable at his prestigious school, he took it upon himself to make you feel welcomed, giving you a friendly introduction to the school that he wish he had when he first joined. At first, he thought that would be a bit challenging after discovering the fact that you were mute but it turns out actions do speak louder than words.

The sound of the bell made him snap back to reality as he noticed you walking up to him, the same smile you always wore present on your face. "Hey y/n, what's up man?" He smirked, dapping you up as your body jolted in a silent laugh. "Your weekend good?" He asked, and you nodded, your arm going around his shoulder as you both started walking down the hallway. He started rambling about his weekend, glancing at you every now and then to determine your reaction. Your smile could only widen as you heard stories about Miles and his family, he always looked so happy to talk about them. Your eyes softened as they scanned over his face, he'd been so kind to you since the day you two met. You were understandably anxious about joining a new school but Miles made it all so much easier. The carefree attitude that radiated off of him made him seem so cool to you. Before meeting him, you were in a much darker place. Being selectively mute made making friends somewhat difficult. Not everyone understood exactly why you did it. They often questioned you and found you a bit weird or just thought you were shy and awkward. But Miles saw deeper than that, he didn't let your silence deter him from getting to know you as a person, most people never even bother to try. When you were with him you didn't feel like an outcast, you just felt like a regular guy. "Y/n, you listening?" Miles suddenly asked, and you snapped out of your trance, nodding quickly as you gave him a rushed smile. He didn't seem totally convinced, "Am I boring you?" you shook your head, furrowing your eyebrows and he smiled. "Good, well anyway like I was saying-" You blinked, his words dying on your ears as you were forced back into your thoughts. You were just so grateful to have someone like Miles in your life who saw you as an actual person, who talked to you like an actual person, just someone who saw you for you. You'd wanted to thank him for it all, even if to others it seems like the bare minimum.

You unwrapped your arm from around Miles' shoulder as you saw your classroom in sight. "Oh damn we got here kinda fast," You nodded, stopping in front of your classroom door. Miles dapped you up again, "Alright bro, I'll see you at lunch kay?" He gave you a smile before turning to leave but stopped as you grabbed his arm. Turning back around, he raised an eyebrow, looking at you in confusion. You felt yourself start to sweat as you inhaled sharply. Opening your mouth, you hesitated slightly, struggling to find the words you randomly felt the need to say. For the first time in your life you felt as though actions couldn't possibly speak louder than words could. Your eyes darted around his face as you attempted to gather the courage to actually do it. He stopped, looking at you with even more confusion than before as you seemingly froze in front of him. He reached down, getting ready to pull out his phone in case you felt the need to say something more than yes or no but stopped in his tracks as he heard you.

"Thank you,"

His eyes snapped to yours at the sound of your voice, it was deeper than he'd expected and was a little hoarse from lack of use. You slightly cringed at the harshness of your voice, holding back a laugh at the shocked look on Miles' face as you gave him an awkward smile before deciding to clarify a bit more. "For being my friend, and..stuff..." your voice trailed off as you looked away from him in embarrassment. His face suddenly broke out into a large smile, "Wow, I made you break your oath of silence just to thank me?" He teased, giving you a friendly shove as you smiled back at him, your eyebrows still awkwardly furrowed. You nodded and he groaned, "Aww come on I just got you to start talking and then you go silent on me again?" You waved your hands in front of you dismissively making him laugh, "I'm joking I'm joking, but- you know you don't have to thank me for stuff like that right?" He said, his head cocked in slight confusion. "You're a cool dude Y/n," He placed his hand on your shoulder and you smiled softly, glancing at his hand for a moment. You simply nodded like you had many times before.

Even if the whole thing was a little awkward at least now he knew how grateful you were to have a friend like him.

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( I'm a bit iffy on this- it's my first time writing in a while so excuse me if it's a bit bad )

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[songsofadelaide]

refulgence — a companion piece to radiant point.

A montage of your favourite childhood memories plays in your head. Somehow you've forgotten all about how tired you were, and only the sound of your platoon members' laughter could be heard in the background.

Suddenly, you're five, and Soshiro just placed a wooden sword in your hand. You declared yourself his rival, but do rivals really get this excited to see each other again? Aren't they supposed to loathe each other while pushing each other to the very ends of their limits? (Honestly, how could you even loathe that adorable face of his?)

You're eleven this time, beaten to the ground right next to Soshiro while his older brother playfully berated you both for being little weaklings. Soichiro blew a raspberry in your direction, only for his head to hit your shinai with a small thunk.

"One all!" You screamed in complete delight as the younger brother rolled on the ground laughing with tears in his eyes.

Fifteen— you blinked your eyes, light and haze all over— And it's Soshiro handing you a copy of the curriculum for the Neutralization College he planned on attending. You both just started high school and college isn't even until three years.

"D'you want me to talk to your old man?" He asked you with a look of concern, but you shook your head at him. "C'mon, name yer price just for that pretty smile of yours and I'll get it!"

When you were eighteen, you cried your whole flight to France because Soshiro didn't see you off. You scolded yourself for being selfish— Come on, he can't put off everything for you, you thought to yourself. When you messaged him first thing after arriving, you didn't expect him to reply to you immediately. [ 😂😂😂 Glad you made it there in one piece! ] [ Miss you already, princess. ] [ Be good there. ]

You punched a guy in the face when you were twenty. "Ne me touche pas, connard!" And you would have buried your fist in his hollowed cheek again if not for your clubmates pulling you aside. "You don't get to call me your rival when you're hardly at my level! I only have one rival and he's waiting for me back home in Japan!"

Though Soshiro was hardly a rival at that time of your life. On your desk at your lodging was a letter asking him to ask for your hand in marriage but you'll subsequently die of joy afterward if he does. He was everything to you— your very first friend, your rival, your first heartache, your very first love—

"Oh, my gosh. Our Platoon Leader is crying! N-No, wait— I-Is she smiling?"

"Are you blind? She's obviously smiling while crying."

"That's what I just said!"

Somehow the voices in your head were getting realistically louder and your narrowed vision only showed several of your young officers fussing over you now that you're evidently drunk beyond sense.

Man, what a shining example I am to the rookies...

Now, you felt someone pry away your beer glass from your hand. There was a certain tenderness and familiarity to their touch, but all you could respond with was a low grumble of protest. "I'm fine...!"

"Yer obviously not fine. Come on, let's not make your team worry—"

Where were you this time? Was this some kind of memory again? Or perhaps a glimpse of something that had yet to happen? This can't be real, either. Your team members extended an invitation to the Vice Captain, but he said he was going to be busy tonight.

So who was this person who looked exactly like your Vice Captain— your silly little first love— trying to ease the half-empty beer glass from your hold?

"Soshiro? Ah, who am I kidding? You said you were busy, so... I'm probably just dreaming this up," you said with surprising clarity that seemed to shock everyone at your table. "You weren't there to see me off when I went to France! I'm still so sad about it!..."

The hand on your back started rubbing gentle circles that seemed to make you cry even more. "I'm sorry about that. Fer what it's worth, I did try to see ya off back then. I was just a li'l late is all..."

Your team members couldn't believe that their Vice Captain was there in the flesh now, an index finger raised to his lips as he still tried to coax the beer glass out of your hands. "I finished my reports early, so here I am. I forgot ta mention that she gets all weepy when she's had one too many drinks."

Your table fell so silent that you could hear a pin drop to the floor, and all they could hear apart from the izakaya's muted music was your soft sobs of relief and grief— relief that your officers were doing their best to get to your standard, and grief for tragedies that have yet to come. Tragedies you wish would never come. "My adorable little officers are doing so, so well, are they not? They have to keep up their good work b-because I don't want any of them to... to die!..."

"'Course they're doing great. You're an excellent Platoon Leader yourself!"

"Soshirooo..."

With your head lowered to the table, you cried and sobbed and hiccupped until you were eventually out of your wits and fast asleep.

"Out like a light. Now, don't stop on my account! I'll be here 'til you guys wrap up," Soshiro stated with his usual cheer as he raised your empty beer glass for a refill.

"W-We're glad to have you here, Vice Captain, sir!"

Even though he said they could carry on with their drinking, the excitement of the evening died out as soon as they heard their Platoon Leader crying over them even though they were still alive and breathing and celebrating.

"We didn't expect our Platoon Leader to be so... sentimental," said one of your newer members as they took a rather small sip from their glass. They all had the same strange and expectant looks on their faces as they eyed the older man and his uncharacteristically gentle nature when it came to you.

"Naw, she's always been like that. Ever since we were kids," the Vice Captain said as he received a full glass of beer from one of the servers. "I suppose you're all wonderin' why we're so close in the first place. Now you know!"

"The Platoon Leader and Vice Captain are childhood friends?!"

A small sigh of relief left your lips as you felt a cool hand gently brush away the hair stuck your forehead. The touch was subtle but tender and left a faint scent that reminded you so much of your first love.

It came to light that one of your platoon members had fencing experience, so what better way to have a test of skill than to duke it out with your sabres? A duel was declared, and when you returned to your quarters to retrieve your carrying case, you found one of the pockets neatly zipped closed.

Hey, wait a sec.

That specific pocket had something in it, but now it was empty. Your old letters to Soshiro were missing.

???

And it puzzled you because no one else has ever been to your room. No one but—

...

A knock on his office door prompted Soshiro to look up from the documents on his desk. "Come in."

His usual cheerful expression turned up even more when you entered the room all flushed and breathless. Regardless of your evident exhaustion, you maintained decorum and gave him a sharp salute.

"Vice Captain, sir!"

"Anything I can help you with, Platoon Leader?"

"Sir, you have something... No, I believe you took something from my... room after the, uh..."

So you already knew. Soshiro wanted to read them a little bit longer because they explained so much to him, especially why you stopped writing to him. The unsent letters were surprisingly honest and voiced the very depths of your feelings for him. Feelings that you promised your Captain would not get in the way of your work.

He chuckled at how flustered you were. "Use your words, Platoon Leader. I can hardly understand a thing yer sayin'."

"Y-You took my letters! The ones I—"

"You mean the letters addressed to me? The ones you weren't able to send because of how candid they were?"

"Y-Yes! Those letters are—!"

Soshiro could only shrug in his seat. "All right, you got me. I couldn't help myself. How was I not supposed to read those when they had my name on them?"

"I... uh..."

"C'mere," he motioned for you to approach him. "It's just the two of us here, so don't worry."

You made your approach, but he gestured for you to come even closer to him. When you were finally standing right before him, he took your hands in his and gently tugged you into his arms. A bold move, too, considering someone can walk right into his office and once again find you both in a compromising position. He hardly paid mind to that possibility, though, by the way he comfortably nuzzled and buried his face into your chest.

"V—"

"It's just us," he murmured against your chest, but you were far too embarrassed and self-conscious at how rapidly your heart must be beating this time.

"Y'know how I'd devour every single thing that had words on it, yeah? But your letters always made me the happiest," he continued. "You can always write to me even though we're just here. Just like this. If there's anythin' ya can't say to my face or whatnot... You can always write to me."

Soshiro looked as pleased as a cat with a treat when you raised your hand to caress the hair just above his nape, a smile pulling at your lips as you saw just how contented he was holding you in his arms. "All right, Soshiro. I think I will."

Your platoon members knew better than to cross your path when you were paged to the Command Centre to receive a call from the Sixth Division Captain. The drills you were holding forcibly ground to a halt as you tempered both your visage and your disposition, because of all the people, he had to be the one to call.

You took a deep breath as you held the receiver in your ear, greeting him with the same kind of snappiness you'd have for any superior. "Hello, Captain, sir!"

[ "You do know that there's no need to be so formal with me. We're friends, aren't we?" ]

"I could hardly call you a friend, Soichiro-san," you scoffed at the phone, closely followed by a soft chuckle. You decided it was safe to drop his honorific for now. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"

[ "I just wanted to congratulate you on your engagement. I'm only glad to know that you're officially Soshiro's headache now." ]

You rolled your eyes at the older man's remark, feeling extremely lucky that he couldn't see all the faces you were pulling. "Oh, please, you exaggerate! I've always been a good girl to you and your family. Just admit that you couldn't handle my growth and the fact that you would have a wife your equal in strength and skill."

Soichiro laughed from the other end of the phone. [ "No one wants a brat for a wife. That's why you and Soshiro make a good match. You're both equally incredibly bratty and stubborn. I still remember that time he challenged me for you. He put up a fight, that one. I knew he'd bother me to no end unless he won with his own strength." ]

Huh. You didn't know that.

[ "Soshiro said that if I didn't want ya, he'd gladly take you off my hands. Too bad you pulled that stunt with our old man, though! Tellin' him and everyone else that you didn't want to marry me." ]

"That's still true, you know. I could afford to be a fool for lesser things back then. Now is different."

There was a pause from the other end of the phone, followed by another chuckle from Soichiro. [ "You like him that much, huh?" ]

"I like Soshiro more than you can ever imagine. My family knew I didn't like you, Soichiro-san. But considering everything, I was smart not to ask for your brother back then," you replied with a smile. "I was a beggar princess, after all. My family owed yours, so who was I to make any demands?"

[ "Ya didn't know any better back then, so cut yourself some slack. Though if you did ask... I'm sure you'd both be beggin'. He likes ya that much, too." ]

You knew that. You knew that Soshiro loved you to the point of humbling himself to your family, the very people who owed something to his own.

[ "Well, that's all I have to say to ya. I'm hangin' up. Knowin' Soshiro, he'd get all green with envy when he finds out I called you," ] He said. [ "Tell me if you want anythin' from Kobe and I'll send it to ya pronto. Consider it a gift from me." ]

"Thanks, Soichiro-san. For the record, you're an awful brother. But you're a pretty great brother-in-law," you replied to him. "I'll let you know if I ever do want something."

But you knew better than to take up his offer. Soshiro would sooner head to Kobe himself to get you something you want rather than have you receive something from his older brother.

"To Hoshina Soshiro-副隊長,

Please be more mindful when you refer to me as 'wifey' while we're here at base. You nearly gave my team members a heart attack when you let it slip while they were training! While it's true that I don't mind a simple ceremony, please don't give my members any crazy ideas because they will plan something, and they're already a handful as they are now."

For the record, I like how it sounds. It just gets everyone worked up, though! They're all so happy for me we can hardly train properly!

I'll see you at dinner, but please refer to me by my rank and name! You're incredibly lucky Captain Ashiro gives you a free pass! But remember that we're at work. You'll have all the time in the world to call me 'wifey' in the future, for as long as we're fighting for it.

I love you always, my hard worker. ♡ Let's continue our good work! Not that you even need me to tell you that lol."

✧ x

[hanafubukki]

for no other reason that i'd love seeing malleus and lilia freak out over you (men who keep it together SNAPPING when they see their loved one hurt? hell yes gimme), please imagine you visiting diasomnia dorm and accidentally take poison that was snuck to harm malleus.

i was replaying book 4 recently and remembered jamil taste-tests everything, but i don't remember his retainers doing the same... malleus probably grew some immunity due to lilia's cooking lolol jkjk ok but i wonder if he ever was under that eye... granted he's powerful enough that barely anyone would dare, but there must be someone who wants him gone, like, look at rollo lol that man had no fear.

so yeah, you're just doing your thing, hanging out and talking malleus' ears off while he's grabbed a snack or something, and maybe he playfully shoves the spoon into your mouth as he teases you "breathe, child of man" with a grin on his face (you know the one, the one he does when you poke him too much in the home screen and he says he'll "overlook your rudeness". sir you are not fooling anyone. you love getting our attention. ANYWAYS—). lilia's there, leaning on the counter chuckling while you roll your eyes, playing along–

and then your mouth goes numb. at first is your tongue, so you blink in confusion, not fully registering what's happening. malleus stares at you in confusion as well while lilia's the one narrowing his eyes now.

next it's your jaw that numbs, and you touch your face feeling a pang of worry–it's the next second, when it becomes hard to breathe, that panic sets in. and it sets in hard. you're clawing at your throat while your body fights for air as you panic. you hear the clang of a plate and the rustling of robes near you, and your vision is full of black and neon green as malleus' form covers you, trying to see and find what is wrong.

lilia is too familiar with said attempts, having been acquainted with nobility and a senate that hated his guts for centuries, plus the tensions among the fae kingdom centuries past. one touch to the food numbs his finger and he immediately knows, so he's out in a flash to find crewel's office where he knows there might be what he needs.

bonus points if the antidote is administered via kiss because you can't swallow it and cough it out :3

the fun part though (to me, i am not sorry lol) would be malleus going absolutely ballistic to the point where there is a storm on the whole school. maybe the island, even while lilia looks one step away from going back into general–mode. "maybe it's time i pull my old weapon out." "father, please don't."

(sebek and silver are your friends too so they'd be pissed off as well, or if you're into a whole polycule you can imagine them freaking out as well.)

but now everyone in the diasomnia dorm is under heavy scrutiny. who'd have the balls to try and go poison malleus draconia? someone with a deathwish, that's who. though now you get pampered to death by them, including some open heart talk about malleus feeling guilty you took the hit for him, albeit accidentally.

if you want the lite version with no poison, just pampering and no snapping, just imagine malleus giving you a cold or the flu, except he doesn't get it himself. his body just doesn't feel the symptoms because he's that powerfully built, but you do get it from him (does this make sense? no, i personally think the virus would avoid him alltogether but let's just go with the flow (flu, heh) here) and you fall sick in his presence a few days later, red and feverish–passing out on him on the couch, too! you didn't want to stay at ramshackle and rest when he'd been looking forward to hanging out with his favourite people, so you just popped some meds and went out anyways. congrats, now you'll be pampered to death as well! maybe literally, if lilia insists on making that soup...

(me personally i prefer the poison one because desperation + love is delicious. plus the antidote giving through a kiss. clichés are in my blood. though i'd also love the other way around where you save malleus instead, i admit it's hard for me to imagine a poison that's able to get that man at all... but hey maybe there is one! or lilia's the one that gets it accidentally. that would make both you and malleus go absolutely feral on the spot, and silver? oh boy. yeah you three are out for blood. sebek for once would be the calmest of the group while still being pretty pissed off about the whole ordeal.

but hey now you get to pamper your old man or prince a little bit! :D)

YESSS ANONIE YESSSS 🥳🫶🙌

ALL OF THIS

I love when the calm/happy ones snap. You know you’re out of luck when that happens. Whoever dared?? Their days are numbered big time.

And something caused by poison?? When it was meant for another? 🤌 yes give it to me.

I feel Malleus would have a poison resistance that he accumulates over the years. And even if his dorm is filled with mostly supporters and those who worship him, it doesn’t mean there isn’t anyone that doesn’t want to hurt him or the others.

There can be many reasons. Maybe they hate his stance with humans? Maybe they want to hurt Lilia. It could be an aftermath of his OB.

But either way, you have been harmed and that cannot be. An innocent who was a friend (or maybe something more) to them and they dare harm you?

And for Malleus to have “basically fed” you that poison? Oh the guilt and the horror.

Lilia, from experience alone, probably has a panacea or the ingredients needed. If not, crewel’s lab is getting raided. How could he have let this happen? How could he lower his guard like this? All of this he’ll have to reflect on later. Even now, enemies are in his shadows.

Administrating the antidote through kiss? Yesss

Forcing your mouth open and making you drink it. Slowly rubbing your throat to make sure it goes down.

Crewel and Vil are called to check up on you. While Lilia? He’s using his UM to find answers.

His eyes glow wine red. The shadows around him spreads. He is eerily quiet. He is hunting now.

Anything with a kiss always has me kicking my feet, I don’t care how cliche it is. I will eat it up like it’s a fine course meal and I have been starving 💞💞

Diasomnia is going to be extra protective of you for the next coming weeks minimum. Get ready to be cuddled 🥰🥰

Delicious, so delicious, thank you for this meal Anonie 🥰🥰

[tinydefector]

Prowl over

Prowl x human

Word count:2.5k

Warnings: classic paying for fines with sex, (man in uniform) sex, smut, fingering, oral, G/T, sex on car/ sex with car(XD) valveplug.

Take on the classic paying a fien with fucking a police officer, haven't seen anything like this for Prowl so thought why not.

Prowl masterlist

If anyone makes art of this please tag me cause I'd love to see it.

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The sound of an engine roars through the long desert road, the stars above flicker and sparkle under in the cloudless sky. The car races down the old highway, over the speed limit more than the driver cared to check. They hum along to music, as their arm hangs out the window tapping against the side of the door. The driver's carefree demeanour abruptly shatters when the flashing red and blue lights catch their attention, in the rear vision mirror. A muttered curse escapes their lips, a frustrated exclamation at the unfortunate timing of encountering law enforcement in such remote areas. "Oh fuck me, why is it only on roads like this pigs fly, never out here any other time" they mumble. 

The presence of the police car ruins their mood in an instant.

They finally find a decent enough area to pull over and slam their head back into their seat and groan out loud at their stupidity, taking a deep breath as they try to read themself for dealing with law enforcement this late at night. It's only when they catch the number plate that they realise it isn't a real cop, the smaller little insignia on the bonnet also reflects the red and blue lights. A mix of relief and curiosity washes over them as they watch Prowl's holoform emerge from the police car and approach them. They can't help but wonder what he was doing out here this late, normally he would be back at the Ark at this time of night.  

Prowl maintains a professional demeanour as he approaches the driver door. "Good evening, licence and registration please" he greets them in a firm yet polite tone, his eyes focused on a note pad but in truth it was his way of masking as he ran scans on their number plate. Prowl's attention moves to the driver. Their eyes flicker to him as they shoot him a nerve smile. "On the Prowl I see" they state with a slight laugh. 

 Prowl's optics narrow slightly as the driver's words reach his audials, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. He lets out a groan of annoyance as a stern and annoyed expression crosses his face, His voice takes on a colder tone as he addresses them, his words laced with a hint of passive-aggression.

"What are you doing out here?" Prowl says, his voice dripping with a mix of familiarity and disdain. "Speeding like that on these roads, you're lucky I happened to be on patrol today. " Prowl's optics scan the surroundings once more, ensuring that no other potential law enforcement were around. He then focuses his attention back on the driver, his gaze unwavering. “Sorry I was just trying to get home Prowl” they try to defend. 

"You know the rules. Speeding is a dangerous and reckless act that puts not only yourself but others at risk." He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a ticket book, flipping it open with a practised motion. "I'm afraid you'll be receiving a fine." Prowl's tone remains stern as he proceeds to document their information. "Oh come on Prowl! Don't be a hard ass!. No one ever comes out on these roads other than Autobots or you know Human allies and no one this late, I'm sorry I am but I'm just trying to get home!" They hiss out in annoyance. Prowl's brow narrowed further, his patience wearing thin. He takes a step closer, leaning against the window. "Let me remind you that it is my duty to enforce the law and maintain order on these roads, regardless of who you think should or shouldn't be here."

Prowl's holoforms eyes bore into the,, his voice growing colder. "Speeding is a violation, plain and simple. It endangers everyone.". They lean out their window meeting him almost face to face. "Prowl please I can't get this fine I need my licence, i can't afford a fine" they state desperately. "You should have thought about the consequences before you decided to break the law," Prowl responds, his tone less harsh than before. 

"Prowl I flat broke, I don't get paid to come out to autobot headquarters, I'm there as a volunteer, please I can't afford a ticket, anything else please" They beg. Prowl's optics narrow, as they continue to plead for leniency. "Step out of the vehicle,” Prowl commands, his voice commanding obedience. They are led to the boot of the car where they are handcuffed and Prowl does a quick search of them, then lets out a small grumble of words at him but he pays them no mind. Just as quickly as his holoform was there it disappears into thin air; the sound of gears, metal and scrapping is the only warning they have before two large servos grab their  hips. They gasp slightly as Prowl sits them up on the roof of their car moving back around the side. "You're an ass you know " they mumble as he makes them look up at him. 

Prowl's optics flicker with a mix of annoyance and amusement as they mutter their discontent. "You should have thought about the consequences before breaking the law," he states, his grip on their hips tightening ever so slightly as he moves closer standing between their spread legs. "Consider this a lesson in accountability," he adds, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. He leans in closer, his voice low and husky as he responds to their plea. "You enjoy being a pest, don't you?" he murmurs, a hint of amusement lacing his words. Prowl's grinding against them slowly,  servos gripping their  thighs harder holding them in place against the roof of the car. His name falls from their lips as they look up at his optics. 

A faint smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "Say it again," he commands. they bite their lip and lean back against the roof of the car, Another moan leaves them before an idea crosses their mind, a twinkle of mischief in their eyes. "Oh officer Prowl, I'm so sorry for speeding, please I don't have the money can I pay this fine Another way?" They ask in fake desperation only to moan as he nips at their neck. "Fuck prowl" they yelp as they squirm under him. 

Prowl's continue to nip and suck marks into their throat. teasing them as punishment, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Oh, how convenient. Suddenly you're sorry for speeding," he hums against their throat, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Prowl's grip tightens on their thighs, hiking them higher up his hip plating. "You think a few moans and pleas will get you out of this?" he questions, He leans in closer, his voice low and seductive as he whispers in their ear. "You just want me to fuck you, is that it?" he whispers, his words sending shivers down their spine as a loud whine leaves them making Prowl chuckle at their desperation. 

 

"Yes, Please Prowl" they call out breathlessly and sincerely. Their eyes focus on his faceplate "God you're hot when you get all Cop" they state under their breath, Prowl's audios catch the driver's breathless plea, he lets out a soft chuckle at their desperation. 

  "Flattery won't get you out of the fine," he responds smugly as he watches how flustered they get under his touch. "Prowl I don't even care about the fine anymore, please you're killing me here" they whine as they grind back against his interface panel. "Fuck Prowl please" They whimper pathetically. A smirk tugs at the corners of Prowl's lips. "You want it so badly, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky in their ear, the static filtering over the top of it has them whining as they try to grind back against him.

The sound of ripping fabric has them gasping as Prowl servos tear through their pants.   throwing the ruined fabric onto the ground. "Prowl! That my only set!" They cry out in a panic as they wiggle and struggle in the hand cuffs. his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance . "How unfortunate," he retorts. His servos continue their slow descent, tracing over the newly exposed skin as be indulged in how soft it is in his grasp. "You should have thought about that before," he remarks, a smug satisfaction crosses his face.

 

They don't get a chance to try and argue more before Prowl's digits are moving against their sex stroking and teasing before he dips one into their tight heat. They gasp, Moan and quiver against the car roof from each touch. "You owe me a new set" they manage to stutter out, as they rock against his servo, adjusting to the size of his digits as they relax against the car roof. Prowl raises an optic as he shakes his head before leaning down to press his glossa into them, working them open with both his mouth and digits.  His voice drips with a passive-aggressive remark, "You think you can make demands now? How amusing" . Prowl's response. They cry out as he presses his glossa deeper into them, his other servo dragging them back as they try to squirm away. 

 

As the cuffs dig into their back, the driver arches and whines, their arms partially numb from the restraints. Prowl watches his digits disappear into their tightness. Spreading their thighs wider. Prowl's spike throbs mercilessly within his panel, aching to be released . "You want my spike?" Prowl taunts, his voice dripping with amusement at their despair. "You'll have to beg a little harder than that," A small sob leaves them as Prowl digits sink back into them, he enjoys each little sound and movement of their body against his. "Prowl please fuck me, please need you, please" they call out breathlessly,  only to gasp as he captures their lips in a hungry kiss. he pulls his digits out.. "You want me? You want me to frag you?" he murmurs, desire in his voice as he continues to press little kisses to their lips.

 

"Yes, yes please " They whimper sweetly against his lips. Prowl feels a surge of satisfaction, their plea for him growing more desperate. With a deliberate motion, Prowl's interface panel snaps back, freeing his spike from its confines. A low growl of pleasure escapes his vocalizer in a static filled buzz, his spike throbs and pulsating with anticipation between their thighs. 

They bite their lip as Prowl teases the tip Against their sex, pressing in enough only to pull away and repeat again.  Whimpers and whines leave them as they watch. "Please mister police officer, I promise I won't speed again, I really don't have the money to pay this fine, could I pay with my body?" They coo in a playful tone, still biting their lip. Prowl's optics narrow slightly as he continues to tease the tip of his spike against them. 

A hint of amusement flickers across Prowl's face as they plead with him in a playful manner, offering their body as payment for the fine. His tone is laced with a fake mix of restraint and curiosity as he holds back an eye roll at their dramatics. "Is that so?" he replies, his voice low and measured. "You're willing to offer your body in exchange for the fine? Quite a proposition," Prowl's optics lock onto theirs, his gaze intense as he considers their request, taking the time to mull it over in his processor with a hum. 

 

They gasp loudly as Prowl slowly presses his spike into them, sweet little moans leave them as he rolls his hips pressing his spike deeper into them with each thrust. "Mmmm you don't seem to mind my offer, somebody likes to play favourites with autobot allies " they call back teasingly only to gasp at a rough thrust from Prowl. “behave” he mumbles, With each thrust, Prowl rolls his hips, driving his spike deeper into the driver's tight opening, eliciting more moans from them. "Don't mistake this for favouritism," he growls, his tone filled with a touch of aggression. He knew it was true he was playing favourites but he didn't want to be called out on it. 

 

Their eyes flicker down to watch as Prowl's length disappears and reappears with each thrust, he hikes Their legs up more before picking up pace grinding his spike into them.  "Mmmm whatever you say handsome, I'm your favourite little criminal, " they tease playfully as another moan falls from them. A low growl escapes Prowl's vocalizer as he continues to move with increasing intensity, "Oh, you think you're my favourite little criminal, do you?" he grunts, his voice laced with a hint of dominance . "Well, let's just say you've certainly caught my attention" . Prowl's movements become more urgent, his thrusts growing harder and faster . 

As he continues his forceful thrusts, pleasure courses through both their bodies, causing them to gasp and cry out in ecstasy when he presses into them just the right way. Prowl relishes in the tight clench of their walls around his spike, each little response to his actions bringing him immense satisfaction as he shuts them up. He watches with delight as their words are replaced by babble pleasure. Leaning closer, his voice dripping with a mix of authority and desire, Prowl whispers in their ear. "You wanted to tease, my little criminal? I hope you're ready for the consequences of your actions," he growls, his voice low and seductive . Prowl's thrusts become even more forceful, his movements calculated the car under them rocks with each thrust and the sound of his gears grinding and creaking echoes into the desert air.

They clench as if trying to milk him of transfluid and cry out as their orgasm hits, tears run down their cheek. With a snarl of raw desire, Prowl continues to rut into them, his movements becoming more urgent with each time they arches and grind back against Prowl. One of his servos brushes tears away from their cheeks as he captures them in another kiss.

With each powerful thrust, Prowl is closer to the peak of pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Prowl's own overload follows, his transfluid spilling into them, as a static snarl leaves his vocalivers as he slumps over their panting form. He holds them close as he resets his systems taking time to let everything reset before his optics focus In on them. They both stay still, taking time to recover as Prowl's expression softens as he traces their faces. Their pants go into lazy breaths as they lay against the car roof just watching him before they finally speak. "Do I still have to pay the fine?" They inquire softly as they clench around him again. Prowl's optics flicker with a mix of annoyance and amusement as them. “You're a pain in my aft” he grumbles with another kiss. 

“can you please take these cuffs off, they are digging into my back too much” they call out as he hums in contemplation again. “Prowl don't be a dick, please”  

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May I ask what present day torn Eddie is doing right now? (If you can share without spoiling anything, of course)

I just miss him so much, okay? 😭🥹

Well, let’s see….

There have been lots of new songs dropping since the beginning of the summer, translating into a very busy time for Eddie. He’s taken on a couple of employees over the last few years and some interns as well. Managing people isn’t Eddie’s strong suit, so the stress of that, combined with handling demanding artists eager to cash in on the warm weather vibes and get singles out quickly, has led to many late nights in the studio. Exhausted, he drops into bed as the sun casts pinks and golds through the window, planting sloppy kisses on the cheek before his eyes close tight.

But it’s not all work. After all, that would make Eddie a very dull boy. Bands and artists have been playing shows all over the city, and the two of you have definitely been indulging. Despite his complaints of being an old man, he drags you into a bathroom at the Salt Shed, ignoring the groans of those still waiting in line.

He's quick to have you up against the wall, kissing like he's making up for every missed opportunity. He spins you around, taking both wrists and pressing your hands against the wall before grabbing at your hips, pulling them back towards him until your ass is sticking out at just the right angle. He works the buttons of your shorts open, letting them slip down your legs to the floor without care. After all these years, he knows your body just about as well as you do. He knows how to make you cum when he takes you quick and dirty.

“You like everyone out there knowing you're about to get fucked, doll?” he asks, spitting into his palm and rubbing it through your folds.

You're already panting, resisting the urge to rest your face against the bathroom wall. He circles your clit before sliding his fingers inside. “Jesus, already so wet for me.”

“Just for you, Eddie.” You bounce your ass riding his fingers. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Missed my cock that bad?” His breath is hot in your ear as the clink of his belt fills the small space. His leaking tip is teasing your entrance when your hips surge backward taking him all the way inside. Your satisfied groans harmonize as the bass pumps against the walls.

A fist banging against the door has the two of you freezing. “Hurry the fuck up in there.”

Your head turns to find Eddie's smug grin. He leans forward, capturing your giggling mouth with his. "You heard the man." His thrusts come hard and fast. Your elbows lock to brace yourself as the fire licks through you, building to an inferno.

“Yes. God. Please, Eddie,” you babble on your exhales spurring him on. Your fingers find your clit, adding to the intensity.

"That's it, doll. Christ, you're so fucking hot." The tempo of his thrusts changes again as his hips slam into your ass. His full length slides deep and wet, sending stars bursting in your vision.

“Eddie, I'm so close.” Heavy breaths increase to full moans that echo off the black painted walls.

"I'm with you. Gonna fill this pussy. Gonna keep going 'til you scream." The sharp sting of his hand coming down on your ass pushes you over the edge. Detonating, your whole body shakes. His arm snakes around your waist, supporting your weight as he holds you in place for his final thrust, his warmth flooding inside you.

Both of you have the good sense to look contrite when you exit the bathroom to find security waiting

"Not again, Ed." The brawny man crosses his arms over his chest. "Aren't you two a little old for this?"

"Sorry about that," Eddie says, reaching out for a handshake with folded bills in his palm. "I'd like to promise it won't happen again, but I can't seem to keep my hands off my wife.”

*Sorry this took so long, Anon. I, too, am very busy, but Eddie has been running rampant in my brain. A meance, as always.*

[thebearme]

Any tf2 headcanons?

I was hoarding this ask for when I have alot of hcs but I now realize that that was an awful idea becuz now there too much going on in my brain. So I'll tell you the ones I can remember rn.

(btw this is gonna be a mess of silly and sad contention into a blender, so sorry for any whiplash)

Everyones business last name is TF2. It's canon, Ms Pauling said so.

Scout and Ms Pauling have one thing in common, they're simps for women out of their league and it's sad.

My current idea of the plot is that Ms Pauling is now the new administrator and the mercs are still working for her but now instead of a war they are now a Hire-A-Merc organization. Why, so they can pay the blood pact that the old administrator got them in from Abraham Lincoln.

The team is a merge for BLU and RED team members.

BLU: Scout, Medic, Soldier, Engineer | RED: Heavy, Demo, Spy, Sniper, Pyro

Engie has an gaming channel.

Engie is a little person. (you can't convince otherwise LOOK AT HIM)

Engie does his own surgery, not that he doesn't trust Medic. He just doesn't trust Medic. He has more trust that in his drunken state he could chop his arm off cleaner than Medic because of his god complex.

Engie says trans rights.

Engie has two moods: Wholesome bumpkin or manic "i am better than all of you".

Medic and Heavy are married. (but to be fair thats just canon)

Medic never had a medical license but he did go to school... for animal care.

Medic has a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine degree and lied ALOT to military when he got drafted to get out safely.

He got a nazi skeleton and dead parents out of that.

Medic burn his documents so now the only people that knows is the people he tells like Heavy.

Medic only have two reasons for being here- 1) to experiment on everyone. 2) Heavy

Medic eats like a cat eating a dragon fruit. And so does Archimedes.

Medic is the definition of "no rules no boundaries he doesn't flinch at torture and sells blood for money. He's your new best friend."

Medic is slowly going more insane with time and can't tell if it's because he sold his soul to the devil or because someone is secretly fucking with him. (it's Spy)

Heavy met Medic before joining the team.

Heavy has a cooking channel.

He's a masochist. (he has too if he's with Medic.)

Heavy will kill Soldier before he starts having kids with Zhanna. He's still not ok with him.

Heavy has lots of cute moles on him. (Medic makes sure to kiss each one and make sure they're not lethal.)

While Im at it Heavy family is cursed to fall in-love with insane men.

Pyro-vision is just Pyro going through a heat stroke.

Pyro is the leader of the hate spy club.

Pyro has kids that live in the ocean with his mermaid wife. Don't ask how, it's Pyro.

Engie and Scout are the only ones that understand what Pyro is saying completely.

Engie adopted Pyro unofficially but that's his son right there.

Soldier and Zhanna are gonna have twins.

Soldier and Demo had kiss once- with their socks on.

Medic did a blood test on Soldier and he actually is not 100% American, he doesn't know and everyone intends it to stay that way.

Soldier and Scout actually know each other from before getting hired by BLU. They were comrade in the 100,000 new men program in Vietnam.

After Scout left in general discharge from a land mine incident he thought that would be the laat time he sees him. He was wrong.

Don't worry they're chill, well as chill as man can be when their hand is somehow a magnet to your neck.

Sniper is a social smoker.

Sniper is like a lizard, he doesn't fuck with the cold.

Sniper is younger than Scout. He just spent too much time in the sun and now he looks like a divorce 40 y/o dad struggling with his mortgage. Or just a brown Adam Sandler.

Sniper got those old man bones AKA my bones. His knees be cracking down the hall.

Sniper hops round different peoples places for the holidays. He spent the most time at Engie's house with Pyro; he had spent a Christmas or two with Scout's family but a "certain someone" doesn't appreciate the bushman there and ruining his holiday with his family.

When Scout has to give directions or details of the area he just draws it. Because NO ONE understands this mans writing.

Scout's life mission is to be Gods greatest gift and not just for the women. Like the bible said "a hole is a hole"... or atleast thats what Scout remembers from church.

Scout while being illiterate CAN speak Spanish, Italian, Vietnamese and French. (but he doesn't remember where he learned french from tho.)

Scout is resistant to radiation at this point.

Before becoming a merc, Scout was working at a diner that fitted him quite well.

Waffle House at the graveyard shift.

Scout's fuckboy attitude comes from daddy issues while Spy slut attitude comes from mommy issues.

Spy came from a rich family until he ran away to help in the war effort and became a spy. He doesn't regret his decision nor miss his home but does wish he did a proper goodbye to his brother.

The reason Spy has teeth capsules in his mouth to begin with is because one time him and a his fellow spy were getting torture by the enemy by having their teeth removed. Now all his teeth are fake.

Speaking of teeth, Scout got his buck-teeth from Spy.

Spy HAS gotten lungs transplanted several times from Medic because this mf refuses to chill out and get help with his smoking problem.

Spy is gender fluid.

Spy is a furry.

Demo is going to kill him one day.

That day is when he finds his DA account.

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton is interviewed on media day, baku - september 12, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Ted Kravitz: "Good afternoon." Lewis: "Good afternoon." Kravitz: "I've only got one hit, so if I can ask a two-part question, I wanna know about- Sorry?" Lewis: [laughs] "Pick carefully." Kravitz: "I will. I certainly will. I've been thinking about it quite… Well, I wanna know about you, this weekend. Seems odd nobody's asked you so far. You're looking for a third win in the season. One hopes it could be either here or Singapore, a place you've been succeessful in. What are your chances of that, and the other part of it was, thinking back to… I'm an old man. Thinking back to 2007, had McLaren done that differently in team orders, you could have beaten Kimi to that year's world championship." Lewis: "Yep." Kravitz: "They've now said that they're gonna favor Lando, albeit 63 points behind Max, for this year's world championship. I just thought whether you thought that was too little, too late, or a good idea. But first to your weekend." Lewis: "So we're coming from not the greatest result the last two races. We're working very hard to try… We still have a good car, and I think it's just trying to optimize it. We've never really done a spectacular job here in Azerbaijan, but I think we're asking all the right questions. We're gonna try to really maximize the practice sessions, and definitely hope that we can have a better weekend than we had in the last two. Reverting on some of the changes that we made going into those two weekends, as well, on upgrades, just to try and test which one is right. And then on McLaren, it's my old family and I'm just really happy to see them back up there, and I think it's probably been a long time since they've been in that position so this is all new… newer. I mean, probably most likely all the people that are in the team today are not all the people that were there when I was there, and so even for those, it's the first time that they're having such a competitive car and I think they've been handling it well. And naturally, like everyone that's challenging for wins and for a championship, mistakes will be made. But again, I'm not running the team, so I can't say when or if they should've or shouldn't have… Yeah." Kravitz: "Thank you."

[time jump] Journalist #2: "We're making a focus on the visibility, the vision you have in the car. Can you take us through the evolution of it, and the car, is it changing for the better, you think?" Lewis: "No, visibility is way worse than it ever was, [laughs] at least in my time. We had much smaller cars when I first joined, or we didn't have the halo. The tires were smaller; we didn't have the little hubcap things going over the wheel. So yeah, vsiibility is definitely narrowed down. Also the visors on the helmets are smaller, like the window is smaller than it ever used to be, with safety going up, so yeah." Journalist #2: "So how do you adapt to this?" Lewis: [laughs] "Luckily we've got good eyes, so just you change it… Like seat position, you have to sit a little higher than we did back in the day. Back in the day I used to sit super low, as where now I have to sit a little bit higher to be able to see over those big tires. And you just have to learn to look even further ahead and plan a little bit." [time jump] Journalist #3: "Guess we've had the news this week that Adrian Newey has chosen to go to Aston Martin. He had been rumored to be considering Ferrari. Would working with him have been a nice little tick-off for you in your very illustrious career?" Lewis: "Yeah, I mean, I spoke about it before. I think anyone would wanna work with Adrian and it would have been nice, but it's just one person, and what I'm most excited about is working with a whole team of people that are passionate and not had a huge amount of success, or at least a championship, in a long, long time, and it'd be great to go and join them and try and get on that journey together."

[syd-vixious]

you mentioned a while back making a yandere! atlas.. yes !!! i love the first 2 games so much and just watched a burial at sea atlas moments video.. hcs or oneshot, just any content with him would be so so cool! maybe the reader is similiar to jack's/elizabeth's position, someone hes supposed to guide but then gets a little too attached to

A/n: Hi anon! Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long! My life has been really hectic and all over the place recently. But I'll do my best to fulfill your request to the best of my ability! 🫡

P.S. I'm gonna try to make this as gender neutral as I can but it might lean more towards afab!reader due to some of the lines Atlas says to Elizabeth in the dlc. (It's been a minute so sorry if any of this feels rushed or incomplete)

Finders Keepers

You quickly entered the elevator, barely managing to escape the splicers and big daddies that seemed to be around every corner. Despite the predicament you were in, and how many wounds you didn't have enough medical supplies to patch up, you still made it to some kind of safety.

"I can't help Sally if I'm just like everyone else down here," you sighed, "I can't even get back to where I was.."

You leaned against the railing, exhausted to no end as you felt the elevator move to its destination. You groaned internally as you heard the crackle and scratch of the walkie on your hip awakening.

It was that bastard, Atlas.

"If you don't mind me askin', love: why you talkin' to nobody? If I had pegged you for a loon, I might've had second thoughts on our 'arrangement.'" He spoke with a tone that had you gritting your teeth.

You scoffed, "I'll hold up my end. But I better find the girl the way I left her."

"You're in no position to make demands. But I must confess, I do like a bit o' sass in a lass."

You rolled your eyes as you could hear the smirk on his face. Groaning in annoyance, you reloaded your revolver and crossbow. You have to be prepared for anything in this sick and twisted society.

You stepped out of the elevator, thinking you’d be prepared for anything until a pissed off Big Daddy came charging in your direction, not seeing much of a difference between you and some of the splicers that dwelled down here.

You began to run, trying to put as many obstacles between you and the giant creature as possible. You were successful for a while until you were trapped in an old bar, a couple buzzed up splicers clinging to the ceiling with their rusty hooks.

For a moment, you thought you might’ve lost the big guy, until a loud groan and a hard hit to the middle of your back sent you flying into the shelves of liquor. Glass shattered against your skin as they began to sink in and the world became darker around you…

*Time skip to two weeks later*

It felt like your head was buzzing. Your brain pounding in your skull as if it was being asked to be let out. Your body felt sore, the world around you slowly fading into existence as you slowly regained consciousness.

"Folks say it's only a matter of time until Atlas's entire mob comes out waving the white flag..." The announcer on the radio in front of you said before fading out into static.

You groaned from the sharp sound, brows pinching together from the pain in your head. You went to raise your hand to hold your head only to realise you were tied down on a chair.

Once your vision became clear, you could see the shadow of a man smoking a cigarette in front of you, a Rapture building crumbling to pieces just outside the window.

"Two weeks.." said the man.

"Huh.. w-what..?" You grunted.

"You've been down two weeks, love. Feckin' doctors, better off hiring monkeys if they're gonna harm what's mine in the same way." It took a moment before you realised Atlas stood in front of you.

You groaned, glaring at the back of the man's skull, "Our deal was to get you out of prison. What did you expect? To win your little civil war for you too?"

He chuckled, throwing his cigarette onto the ground, not needing to stomp on it due to the water leaking through the cracks in the ceiling.

"No, no, no," he turned around, slowly walking into the standing light that was shining in your face the whole time, "You see, that was the plan at first. To have you find my Ace in the Hole and bring Ryan down alongside the other pricks that dwell down here."

He slowly stalked towards you, resembling a hungry lion hunting its gazelle. "However, things change and unfortunately," he slammed his hands onto the arm rests your wrists were still tied to, causing you to jump in your seat, "you ain’t got a choice in the matter."

He stood up straight, circling you with a glint in his eye that you couldn't quite make out. "So now, lass, you belong to me."

You couldn't tell if the bumps on your skin were from the cold air or his words.

"Wait, what? The hell are you talking about? We had a fucking deal, Atlas!" You grunted, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

He placed one hand on your thigh the other on your chin, his cigarette and alcohol-laced breath fanning your face, "I need you to get something through your pretty skull of yours, love. You will listen to me, you only belong to me. And if you don’t follow those simple, little rules…”

He takes a step back, grabbing one of the lobotomy tools on the table, “…I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello I was wondering if you’d be able to write a Ranboo from the we bounced to the death video x Gender neutral reader? :) (only if you’d write for them Ofc, I’m not sure if so but if not then just disregard this)

-💠

ooo yeah sure!! ; also any like characters of charlie/ranboo/tommy in sorry videos I will do! even if it's the old ones with the man who we don't name, I'll just cut him out of it lmao. I'd love to write for sorry apocalypse! ranboo or tommy so feel free to request any sorry!character version requests haha ; thanks for requesting! hope you enjoy :)

SORRY! RANBOO ; urban jump

summary ; you and ranboo are both angsty teens working at urban jump when tumgo shows up to hang out with chounce and master zah

warnings ; language, ranboo pulls their mask down for a moment

word count ; 1.4k

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"I literally don't understand this shit"

"Me neither"

You and Ranboo share a quick glance, then look back down at Tungo and Chounce bouncing about the trampolines while Master Zah sits criss-cross on a center stand.

"Do they actually think they're built like sumo wrestlers, or is it supposed to like, impress people? What-what is the point here?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows as you squint at them.

"I have no idea. Every Tuesday they're in here, they rent the place out all day" Ranboo shrugs.

The two of you travel down, needing to clean up a bit and disinfect the areas they weren't currently using. Their camera man stops you two, explaining some things before flicking it on. You two stand next to each other, tired and confused.

"Wh-What is this for again?" Ranboo asks. "Documentary?"

You rub your eyes, looking back at the weirdos to keep an eye on them so they couldn't reak havoc while out of your peripheral vision.

"Yeah, so, they've been coming here for about, I don't even know how long. I've only started working on this shift a few weeks ago"

"A couple months, maybe." You shrug, "They didn't start renting the place out til then, at least"

"They come in, they rent the place out, and they uhm, they just kinda, bounce for a bit. Fight a lot. I'm just getting paid and it's less kids to work with. So, it's a win in my book"

You nod, "I'd take them over a bunch of disgusting feral children"

He nods before the camera is put down.

"I need to retreat into my Chounce Sanctum, Chounce Hole!"

You watch as Chounce becomes one with his fake sumo wrestler body, using it as some kind of shell like a snail or a turtle.

"Alright, alright everyone. What do we think of this?"

You and Ranboo share confused looks, watching from the sidelines. You sit next to each other on a hard ledge a few feet away, absolute confusion painting your expressions.

Ranboo looks back at the camera, "This has got to be a disease, right?"

"Maybe he's like... challenged"

"He's challenged in more ways than one"

Master Zah speaks up, seeing Chounce was using his body as a shell. "I don't see enough bouncing!"

"Don't come in. Dude, I'm jacking my hog"

You and Ranboo become even more confused and now concerned.

Ranboo speaks up, "Wait, you're what, man? What're you doing in there?"

"Dude? What? How many times do I have to tell you, dude? I'm yanking on my freaking porker, dude! Don't come here!"

"Ew, what the fuck?" You look at Ranboo, "Biohazard on aisle fifteen, pal"

They stand up, walking toward Chounce, "Dude, c'mon, you can't- you can't do that here"

Ranboo pulls Chounce's weird little helmet back, revealing his defeated face. He walks away to talk to the camera after a few seconds, which you watch.

He then runs back out, apparently destined to do a flip. He quickly falls up the stairs and then cries, though. So, maybe today wasn't the day.

After some more weird and delusional grown man antics and practically babysitting, you retreat downstairs to the little playground area. Ranboo apologizes to Master Zah, who's sitting in the middle of the Under 5 Soft Play pit, crying as he's hidden in his skin shell.

"Zah?" Tungo calls as he approaches.

"How did you find this place?"

"It's next to the slushee bar"

Ranboo continues with his apology while you sit at the slushee bar, making yourself a treat.

"It's, it's not my place to ruin anyone's fun here."

Tungo falls into the pit, probably breaking a tooth somehow with the fall.

"Hey, man, we're trying to have a moment"

Tungo doesn't respond, he rather climbs into the little playground.

"It's not my place to ruin anyone's fun here-"

Tungo rustles around the plastic balls in the playground pit, causing a loud and obnoxious noise to sprout.

You walk over to Ranboo, sharing your slushee with him after he'd given up on trying to tame Tungo and apologizing to Master Zah.

"Tungo, dude, I was wrong!" Chounce falls into the soft play pit after he lays his eyes on Tungo, hiding in the playground behind a little plastic window section.

He quickly stands up, then pounds on the plastic to get Tungo's attention. He falls back on the ground quite roughly, then breaks out into song about wanting life to be like trampolines?

You and Ranboo walk away, having had enough and now sweating in your hoodies. You warn the trio to behave as you walk away, heading toward the locker room to switch into your company t-shirts.

"I can not believe we're still babysitting these delusional weirdos," Ranboo comments, pulling out his lanyard of keys to open the staff only door.

"Me neither." You shrug, pulling out your own lanyard to open your locker as you enter the room. "I'm so serious when I say I'm grabbing my earbuds, I can't listen to their brainrot anymore"

"Good idea"

You unlock your locker, hang your lanyard on the hook inside the door, and switch your phone from your hoodie pocket to your pants pocket. You pull the hoodie off, shoving it into your locker while you pull out the t-shirt you left in there for emergencies. You unfold it and shake it a bit, wanting to get whatever pet fur that was on it off.

Your backs face each other, both now bare as you rush to put your shirts on. You pull your shirt over your head, adjusting it and slightly tucking it into your pants because it was just slightly too big on your torso. You turn around, wanting to ask if he had any deodorant, because you felt gross being around Chounce, even if he wasn't yoinking his shrimp.

"Oh, fuck, sorry!" You quickly cover your eyes and look down, not wanting to invade their privacy as they're half dressed. They'd been turned around as they slid their shirt on, meaning they saw you see them. "Uh, do you have any deodorant?"

"It's fine, uh," They reach into their locker, grabbing some deodorant out for you. "Have fun smelling like Old Spice White Water, whatever that's actually supposed to smell like," He lightly chuckles, tossing you the plastic bottle as you release the hand from your eyes.

"Thanks," you whisper as you catch it, popping the cap off to reveal the product.

You quickly apply a layer under your arms before tossing it back to him, and he places it back in the metal locker. You stuff your earbud case in your pocket for the moment, deciding to connect them after you left, not wanting to take a long time to get back to the man-children. You do the same with your lanyard, stuffing it into your back right pocket, making sure the goods were safe.

You notice Ranboo's muscles, exposed by the short sleeves. The more you look at them, the more you feel compelled to just explore hid lips with yours.

You quickly turn around, close your locker, and head towards the door, before you're stopped.

"Wait, can you help me with something?" They ask, "This tag is itching me, can you cut it off?" They hold up a little pair of scissors for you to use as well.

You nod, step onto the wooden bench behind him, to get some height that you need, and pull up the collar of his shirt. You place your thumb and index finger on the tag, your remaining fingers holding the shirt down. Your dominant hand holds the scissors, cutting into the plastic tag on the back of his company shirt. You cut it off and he turns around, thanking you.

You handed the scissors to him and the cut-off tag so he could throw it away. He looks up at you, and you look down at him, staring into each other's souls.

He places his hands on your cheeks after pulling his mask down to his chin, revealing the lower portion of his face. You quickly peck his lips, feeling your face heat up. His clearly does the same as he pulls the mask up, his cheeks visibly pink.

"Oh my God, dude!" Chounce shouts.

Your heads quickly snap toward the open door, revealing Chounce, Tungo, and Master Zah all standing in the doorway, watching you.

"They're having romance!" Tungo exclaims

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I know everyone has done different circumstances of birth but I raise u one more

One where all of the humans r sent back to earth (including norm and max sorry guys) AND THEN they find spider

The opportunities r endless - in this universe jake sully has no choice but to adopt him because he's the only one who knows anything about humans (though this is pre neteyam so he still has no idea about baby's) neytiri and her acceptance is up in the air atm, I like to think she'd be a good step mum if not an actual mum to him - at least until the humans come back and she drifts from him

Ugh!!! The angst potential of him maybe still getting kidnapped, 2ould they still run away, how would he reac to being around all these humans (he really would be full navi) i need this in my soul

OH I LIKE THIS, I am very sad about Norm and Max tho cause I am a HUGE Norm Spellman stan, the man is truly an icon.

HOWEVER.

Making sure he had the technology to survive would be crazy. It would really have to be one of those fucking blessed by Eywa fics because why would the humans have left supplies laying around, and there aren't masks that are baby sized? So if he's not blessed then Neytiri, Jake, and Mo'at are taking turns living in Hells Gate to watch Spider until he can wear a mask. Spider and his daily guardian fucking around in the empty shell of Hell's Gate is such a bittersweet idea. I think he's the clans baby tho, especially if he's blessed. We'll focus on him being blessed, because it's easier.

He's Mo'at's little helper particularly, because before Neteyam Jake and Neytiri were really busy rebuilding and working, so Mo'at is just working with Spider just strapped to her chest or playing by her feet. He's a comforting little presence by her side. She didn't usually have someone with her all the time after Sylwanin died, Eytukan was always busy and Neytiri was never good at sitting still. But Spider gives her focus, and she knows he is a gift from Eywa to them all. For her, he is Sylwanin's warmth beside her learning to heal. To Jake, he is a reminder of his past and a vision of his future. For Neytiri, he is a chance to let go of immense pain.

If you come to get help from the tsahík you tell her what's wrong while holding the baby. Emotional support Spider, he's got a tiny tiny hand on your cheek and then the cut on your arm doesn't hurt as much. All the children that survived the war are obsessed with him, because he did too. He's a miracle, proof that you can get through anything (sometimes with a little help from Eywa), and I think it gives them a little comfort.

Neytiri takes a long time to warm up to him. She helps Jake and Mo'at care for him because she can see how much it helps them, how much he means to them. She likes him, he is cute and sweet and she sees how positively he affects her mate and her mother. But she can't look him in the eyes for almost a year. I think when she does, and she Sees him, it's after Neteyam is born and she sees the way Spider pats his cheek or cries when Neteyam is taken away from him. She remembers being upset when Sylwanin was gone when she was younger. I think after that she's ride or die for him, because Neteyam has a sibling, and that means the world.

Maybe they don't know who his father is, or his real name. Without Norm and Max and the other humans, Jake wouldn't know shit about how to check lol. Jake named him Spider because when they found him he had crawled out of the makeshift crib he'd been hidden in. Maybe they find out when the humans return, and Neytiri finds herself unable to look at Spider again. She's devastated, because he's been her SON for so long. She thought she was past this. She tries to hide it from him, talks to her mother and to Jake, but Spider notices. He spends the night with Mo'at and she cries to Jake thinking he hates her but he actually just didn't want her to have to see him, it's very emotional. Lo'ak tries to get his mind off of it by taking them to visit the old shack, to learn more about his real dad. Boom capture. Devastating, truly. They try to go after Spider but he's already at Bridgehead, and Jake comes to the horrible realization that going after him would mean more casualties than recoveries.

Spider in capture thinking his family hates him now and he's stuck with the man who caused it all, Neytiri in Awa'atlu thinking Spider hates her and she caused her family to be torn apart. Ultimate angst everyone.

[xxsycamore]

LATE AUGUST NIGHT TRYST

↬  You have a one-night stand with Napoleon.

Napoleon Bonaparte x gender neutral!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: One Night Stands; Lap Sex; Alcohol; Smoking; Making Out; Kissing; Neck Kissing • wordcount: 2,580 • masterlist

a/n: Almost didn't finish this on time to say farewell to August... this fic lived in my head for about a year, and finally here it is. Something a little bit different from my usual Napoleon stories. The lyrics are from Four Out of Five by Arctic Monkeys. Part of Late Summer Rendezvous, prompt 15: FREE DAY - Summer Fling

With nightlife being at its height in summer, it's way less common now for the mansion's parlor to be full of residents. With fun following the ones that follow it back, the absence of people like Arthur, Dazai, Comte, Leonardo and even Theo, makes it so that the introverts of the mansion have little reason to assemble and would much prefer to stay in their rooms instead.

There’s a certain warmth about late summer nights that tends to bring people together.

Perhaps the bars and the fancy soirees have gotten old. Tonight was yet another late August night that saw the mansion’s parlor brimming with liveliness.

Take it easy for a little while

Come and stay with us

The electric fan was aiding air circulating cigarette smoke once again, its low buzz accompanied by someone’s annoyed remark to take their smoke to the balcony. The shuffling of cards; the audible clack of poll balls sent rolling in all kinds of directions on the table. An abrupt cut-in in someone’s story when another feels the need to make an eminent correction.

That was it, until the small hours of the night rolled in, the last of sips in the glasses drowned with a promise to tell the rest of that story tomorrow. Some head towards their room with a stagger, or in Sebastian's case, can't walk by themselves at all.

Having promised to take care of tidying up the parlor for him, you move from one sitting area to other, swaying with the gramophone's melody soundtracking your cleaning chore. From the corner of your vision, you see Napoleon standing at the doorway, strangely hesitating to enter. He shakes it off quickly, joining your side casually and taking the heavy tray of empty glasses from your hands.

"I took Sebas to his room. He's already sound asleep. Poor man, wouldn't want to be him tomorrow…"

You mutter a thank-you before giggling at his comment, feeling that something is necessary to be added. "Oh, but we finally got him to loosen up! I think he had fun."

"Yeah." Napoleon snickers, but it morphs into a genuine smile. "Yeah, who knew he was so good at darts. It's better when he's not giving me the victory all the time."

The giddy feeling remains inside you, and even though the fun part of the night is over, you discover something pleasant in being here to enjoy the aftermath with Napoleon of all people. He makes an excellent company, even without the help he provides which is already plenty. Conversations with him are easy and light; he always manages to make you laugh effortlessly. His place in those gatherings is interesting as he somehow manages to stay at the center of attention despite the palette of colorful personalities surrounding him. He doesn't get on anyone's nerves too, which is an achievement with people like Mozart and Theo around. He makes sure the quiet ones are included in both the pastimes and the conversations.

With your more modern look at things, you notice how well he blends; almost as if he's an introvert with the introverts and an extrovert with the extroverts.

"Did I eat your dessert by mistake? You're staring a hole through me, Nunuche."

Nunuche? Where did that come from? You can remember him calling you that maybe once or twice, but it was deserved back then. You think.

"Oh, was I? Sorry, I was just thinking about something. It's good to have you around, Napoleon. I mean, you're like everyone's big brother."

Okay, that was pretty far from your point of downplaying your actual thoughts. Hey, that floor is so interesting to look at.

Passing the playing cards from one hand to the other in order to flip them in the right position before putting them away in a deck, Napoleon pauses to look at you.

"Thank you. That's nice to hear."

The low, rhythmic shuffle resumes and you pray that it mutes your heavy exhale as you realize you were holding in your breath. You finish up arranging the poll table, looking around for other tasks you missed before it's time to thank Napoleon for his help, and finish up sweeping the floor by yourself.

"I'll stay until the piece is over. I really like that melody. If you don't mind, I mean."

You watch him lean over the gramophone, reading the names of the other records as he puts them one by one back in the case. Nodding, you join by his side, the soft tone needle requiring you to get closer for a better listen. You like it.

Only time that we stop laughing

Is to breathe, or steal a kiss

Napoleon is still leaning in, propped on the small table with one hand. His mouth aligns with your level perfectly. You're looking directly at him, and he is looking back.

Out of nowhere, he asks.

"Have you had alcohol tonight?"

You blink, shaking your head. The seeping realization of why he asks gets to you and you hastily ask him in turn, "Have you?"

He lets out a tiny laugh. Maybe he's noticed you staring the whole night, and suspects that you would already know the answer. "No."

Before you know it, you're pressing your lips against his.

It's all new and exciting. The thoughts rushing in in your mind as to what comes next are exciting, but so is the sensation ruling over them right now. The man kissing you is just as curious to explore as you are, not letting this end as some innocent peck of lips against lips.

You like the form of his lips; their softness, the way they open so his tongue can invade your mouth. You let him explore more for you, you let him in.

Frankly, you didn't expect him to be much of a good kisser. It reminds you of how you were surprised by his cooking skills, then by his fencing skills; his equestrianism, his knowledge about ancient history, his dexterousness. You've surely made a fool of yourself for expecting anything less than a mind-blowing frenchkissing of His former Majesty, but sometimes losing tastes better.

A large pair of hands find your waist, even if you haven't shared that you're getting lightheaded and in need of a strong man's support. You let out a small noise that sounds dangerously akin to a moan, and Napoleon breaks the kiss.

He looks like he's trying his best not to smirk; something remarkable about his eyes - it could be the lighting, but they seem darker somehow.

"Now, what…?" You find yourself whispering, the question meant for both parties.

Napoleon maintains eye contact.

"Do you feel like you want to kiss me again?"

You grip the edge of the decorative table hard, hoping to take out the intensity of your emotion on it and not on Napoleon when that same hand falls on him next.

"Yes. Please."

It's Napoleon who takes the initiative this time, and it feels different from when you did it. Better.

This is absolutely not how this melody is meant to be danced, but Napoleon makes your body move along with his, walking you backward until he reaches a lone chair that has been pulled out of the table area for someone's convenience.

He sits down, taking you with him so you're comfortably seated on his lap straddling him, and thus facing him. No, there isn't really a need for any plan, you don't know why you asked. It all comes naturally when he keeps on kissing you, fingers carding through your hair to tilt your face to his liking. It's like he doesn't want to get too dominant, because for each movement he conducts, he leaves enough space for you to make your counter-attack. And you do, to your best extent, finding out that your hands want to move even more than your tongue does. You study the shape of his shoulders, firm and hard, gripping them for support as Napoleon's own hands begin to move up and down on your sides. It's nothing more than caressing, yet you wish he was bouncing you on his cock right now instead.

Making out with Napoleon wasn't in your plans for tonight; you'll be ashamed come morning when you're laying the table for him and ten others, having to pretend nothing has happened. You wonder if his demeanor would give off any signs of what happened the previous night.

Strangely, the thought of this turns you on, too. Everything does, right now; it's like the man currently kissing your neck radiates lust, infecting you with it and you'll go crazy.

While stealing his breath for yourself once again and finally losing count of how many times you did so, your body moves on its own impatiently, hips rolling against the prominent tent in his trousers.

Napoleon produces a low, dangerous noise of arousal. He looks surprised when you reach to undo his belt, but his light caressing of your spread thighs tells you it's the good kind of surprised.

"My room is further down the corridor, you know."

You bite down on your bottom lip. "I know. I go there every day."

Napoleon helps your slightly shaking fingers with the task, shooting you a dirty look but choosing not to say anything.

His expression shifts to serious once again, something so much like him, you pick the pattern. He's concentrated even when led by impulses, careful with what he does even in this spontaneous romp you two got caught into.

By the time his hand arrives at your own burning arousal, the gramophone melody had died down to complete silence, making it easier for you to hear Napoleon's groan as you stroke his length in turn as his hand keeps on caressing you. You're kissing him again; you can go on forever at this rate, not caring about the possibility of this ending short because you can't get your hands off each other. But he's more controlled than you are. If he wants to do more, he will.

"Do you want me to put it in?"

Somehow the question still catches you off-guard, you’re never going to be able to look him in the eye and be completely honest about everything you wish he could do to you. It's a good thing that he asks.

"Please."

The breathy laugh tickles your neck as he grabs your ass and brings you even closer to him, the nakedness of your front rubbing against his freed erection. It stands flush against your belly, intimidating you just a little with its size when you imagine it disappearing from sight in just another second.

"You don't have to beg."

Napoleon's quick work on your hole has done wonders to leave you clenching with anticipation and readiness, your hands finding the firm hardwood backrest that would make a good lavage. You aid Napoleon by arching your back, and your entrance aligns perfectly with his arousal. You both look down to watch the moment your lusting for each other finally gets resolved, and it somehow doesn't seem like it belongs to two individuals who've dreamed of getting into each other's pants only just from the beginning of the night onwards.

Napoleon pushes his hip up just as you sink down, and you meet in a euphoric first thrust. Closing your eyes, you feel that you've tightened up so much that you can sense every little detail about his impressive length, sucking him in deeper because you already want more. Napoleon groans and his brows have a slight arch to them when you open your eyes again.

"So tight… We need you to relax…"

Hearing that he's able to feel you just as much as you feel him, the wave of wanton makes you involuntarily squeeze him again. Napoleon grasps your chin and starts kissing you yet again. His tongue domineers over yours, invading your mouth just as he invaded your insides, but as he keeps a firm hold of your hips to hold you still, your attention is successfully moved to the kiss. It's hard not to feel the hot pulse of his cock and to react to it with your body, but you soon melt into Napoleon's persistent kissing. It's soothing somehow, preparing you for what comes next.

It's Napoleon who realizes you're ready first. He pushes you upwards and you don't even realize how naturally you sink your weight back down on him to chase after the high.

"There we go."

He's patient and excellent at guiding, hormones making your head spin with dozens of thoughts running at once inside it, all centered around the man fucking deeper into you from below. Settling into a good pace, you work together with him to meet this merciless need that saw you pounce on each other like animals, forgoing the steps of arranging all of this and instead giving yourselves into the moment. No, it's better that way. You like this raw, wild side of him - and perhaps, he likes yours as well.

"Merde. You feel…too good."

His whispered words almost make the knot in your belly snap, the alluring baritone colored by lust at fault for it. Wanting to give him more of yourself, you don't hold back. Bouncing up and down on him, you fight through moans to give him a warning.

"You…You feel good too… I'm gonna-!"

Hugging you tight against his chest, Napoleon straightens his back in the chair, making your hands fall from the backrest. You take it as a sign to cling onto him instead, trusting him with finishing this off for both of you in the best way.

Now having full control of how he penetrates you, he moves you up and down on his cock. Your legs dangle off his strong arms and you hate that you can't follow the erotic expressions he's making as he plows in you, because your eyes are rolling back in pleasure. Then you squeeze them shut when it hits you; strongly.

"Say my name."

Letting out a muted scream as your climax washes over you, you unintentionally test the strength of Napoleon's arms as your legs instinctively begin to close up.

"Napoleon---Ahhh!!"

He fucks you so good through it, intent on bringing out every last drop of pleasure he can get from you; even over your own quiet babbling you unmistakably hear him curse again.

Napoleon makes sure you've ridden your high to full extent before he pushes your body up again, forcing you off his cock. Warm ropes land on your naked skin, making you shiver, as Napoleon grunts and lets his own pleasure consume him.

You're sticky with the aftermath of the desire you shared with Napoleon, and that feels incredibly hot to you. He's catching his breath just as you are, and you hold his gaze while he further messes up his hair by raking his fingers through it.

"This is going to become a habit."

It's a little too late to feel embarrassed, but your cheeks are suddenly warm. Maybe because he's right.

You didn't notice for the switched-on lights, but looking at the window, it seems that the morning has almost arrived. The faint blue light of the quiet outside world is strangely beautiful, and the afterglow of the sex you had with Napoleon heightens the feeling rushing inside you. Soon you'll have to exit the scene.

"Hey, let's put on that record one more time."

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[alicedash2]

Hello 👋 could you do yandere Shanks and his crew x female reader. (The reader is in a relationship with Shank, and the crew is more like brothers.) One day, shanks and the crew bring in 3 men to be a part of the crew, but it turn out they are from a different group of pirates, and they need someone to hold ransom too. But the old shanks is so proud to show off to the reader. Shanks introduced them to her and there like "bingo!" They waited for a month so they could get them to trust them. When the time was right, one man sneaked into shanks room and took the reader from under shanks arm, while two other men were getting the boat ready to leave. While they were so close to getting everything together. The men hear Shank saying "Well is this a very lovely night, isn't it? Taking my beloved for a boat ride how sweet. " Shanks said while the crew is in the background staring at them. The three men got scared and were about to jump off the ship with the reader, but Shank used his haki to knock them out. When the men dropped to the floor, the reader also dropped to the floor with them, and it woke her up. When the reader asks what happened, why was everyone outside for. Shanks just said it was nothing. Are you two ok? While Shank hand was rubbing the reader tummy. When the reader answer shanks question he carried her back to their bedroom, but was also giving Ben the look to put those men away. He'll "talk" to them later. (Sorry if this was a lot. There's not a lot with shanks crew, and I think it'll be so cute that every last member of shanks crew is like a big, protective older brother to the reader. And monster (the monkey) is like a guard dog. Ready to go ape shit to someone lol.)

Tapohakkskdk ok!!!

Yandere Shanks x Reader (

The crew was agitated as usual, YN, a beautiful young woman was in a relationship with the captain, who loved her more than the stars can count, once, Shanks takes new crew members to his ship, who ended up asking to be on the crew of the Shanks, after being spared, they are taken to the ship, but the moment the three looked at YN, who was going to steal a kiss from Shanks, the men were attracted, but not in a good way

men wait between 3 months to get Shanks' trust, but always keeping in mind YN

One night, YN was sleeping on the ship, while Shanks was in a bar on the island, Shanks wanted to take her to the bar, but, YN said she was tired and wanted to sleep, Shanks trusted his crew, so he didn't need to lock the shipdoor, but, he trusted those men too

- she is so beautiful...

- she must be worth millions

- we are not going to kill her, we are going to take her and run away from here, we are going to sell her to the Celestial dragons

The three agreed, in a quick movement, they pick her up and take her to the deck, where the crew was not, in a short time YN wakes up, seeing the situation, starts to struggle, when they go down to the boat, someone appears, a large, tall, red-haired man with a bloodthirsty look

- Well,is this a very lovely night isn't it? Taking my beloved for a boat night, how sweet- Shanks said

- you guys got several things wrong, first: touching YN, second: trying to kidnap YN, third: you guys would sell YN to the Celestial dragons, I can't imagine what she would suffer, I have to protect her, she's just mine, none of you will be able to take her away from me! I'll kill anyone for her- Shanks said before using his Haki, the men were trembling before passing out

Some minutes later, YN wake up

- Shanks, what happened?- YN asked

- it's nothing, let's go to the room, yes? - Shanks said with a slight smile, while taking YN to the room, he gives Benn a look that said he wanted to talk to the mens later

YN was always very protected by the crew, mainly Benn, always having their vision, except Shanks and Monkey, as older brothers, YN almost didn't cause problems, always helped and gave a lot of attention to Shanks, when YN walks without Shanks on some island , YN is accompanied by Monster, but, that day, Shanks punished the men, Shanks almost lost YN

- Shanks, are you okay?- YN asked

-I'm fine, honey, haven't you slept yet?-

- I was worried about you...-

- no need to worry, go to sleep, I'll be with you soon, I'll just need to talk a little -

Shanks said leaving the room, but before that, Shanks kisses YN passionately, murmuring loving and sweet things before leaving and finishing the punishment of three men

[not-goldy]

No sane jimin stan would ever want the kinda of push jk is getting for jimin trust me. i would take face and all it’s struggling over the heavy push any day. No hate to jk though you do you boo. I hope jimin stays away from the west and it’s boring industry. He’s the only one giving me old bts vibes and id hate for him to lose that. i know his time is gonna come with or without bh push , he has insane talent and artistry, he always got the entire kpop community’s attention (it boy things) he gets everyone talking about him because he’s the main character. I’m not worried about jimin, he’s always been a winner so jm stans relax ok? We stan an intelligent man who knows what he’s doing and he’s coming for everyone’s necks very soon. At the end of the day talent wins and jm has no competition when it comes to that so what are yall worried about?

Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh yaaaaaaasssssssssssss

baaaabbbbbbbeeeeee!!!!!!!

TALK DIRTY TO ME!

YOU. THE SPOT ➡️🔛

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING!!!!!!!!

NO ONE UNDERSTANDS WHAT AN IDOL IS MORE THAN HIM.

HE IS SHOOTING FOR LONGEVITY IN WHATEVER NICHE HE CARVES FOR HIMSELF AND HE INTENDS TO DOMINATE IT COS NO ONE DOES IDOL BETTER THAN HIM. NOBODY.

HE VALUES AUTHENTICITY AND STAYING TRUE TO HIMSELF

HE HAS VISION AND A SENSE OF DIRECTION AND WHAT HE WANTS TO DO WITH HIS CAREER

HE IS CAREFUL AND SELECTIVE AND IS CONSCIOUSLY BUILDING HIS BRAND

HE TRULY KNOWS WHAT HE'S ALL ABOUT AND MY GAWD HE'S SO SEXY FOR THAT

BRILLIANT AMAZING SHOW STOPING NEVER THE SAME TOTALLY THE SAME

IF HE STARTS LEANING INTO HIS ART MY GAWD!

IF PARK JIMIN STARTS LEANING INTO HIS ARTISTIC STRENGTHS THE EARTH WILL QUAKE

WE ARE NOT READY

WE ARE NOT READY FOR A JIMIN BLACK SWAN ESQUE SOLO TRAJECTORY

SEE THE WAY YHE GROUND TREMBLED WHEN HE DROPPED SET ME FREE?????

DID YALL FEEL THAT OR WAS IT JUST ME????

YALL FINNA HOLD ON TO SOMETHING

I'm honestly happy with the trajectory of his career. No one understands or sees the potential he is harboring more than me.

I love how he is pacing himself. Taking his time to decide and define his niche. He knows what he wants the world to see him as and if you pay attention to what he says in his interviews and lives with us you can tell the thought that he puts into everything he does.

I'm sorry but Jimin will not rush into something he cannot commit to. Unlike some one like Jungkook- bless his heart- he is not impulsive at all. He's not gonna rush and set up an IG on a whim and delete it a few months later.

Jungkook can be so impulsive sometimes and he is a bit of a live in the moment kind of guy in my opinion and that allows him to seize the day, make hay while its shinning, carpe diem- the whole nine.

To be honest, sometimes I do wish Jimin would losen up a bit and make mistakes and correct them as he goes and be a bit impulsive too- not too much just a little. Teeny tiny little. And I know it's something he's been working at. He keeps talking about this and I'm proud of him for it.

Love Jungkook or hate him, you can't say he is not making the most out of his career even if things should magically fall into his laps. He's a seize the day kinda pal and I truly really admire that about him.

I mean it's right there on his sleeve tattoo 😆

Sometimes it's about working smart not just working hard and also seizing opportunities that come your way. You might never get the same opportunity twice.

I don't know but Jungkook and Jimin are similar yet also so different so when people compare them sometimes i wonder if they take all these differences in their characters into consideration- and I know I said we should leave him out of discussions about Jimin but my mind keeps drifting back and forth between them 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ailendolin]

Live Reaction to TRoP 2x07

I'd like to start off this week's reaction by saying that I am terrified because of what's probably going to happen but also can't wait to finally see Elrond again. So let's see how much of an emotional mess I will be in an hour. Brace for heartbreak.

we're starting with a peaceful Eregion so we're back in Sauron's vision of it. I'm already not liking this

Celebrimbor, enjoying the sunshine and having a break. Oh if only it were real. He looks so terribly exhausted

omg not him talking to the mouse! This is the cutest thing ever and it's making me tear up. This man is so full of kindness and love and I just want to wrap him up in a blanket and keep him safe

oh the confusion is so painful to watch. "You know how forgetful you can be." Fuck you, Annatar. I cannot wait to see Celebrimbor throw the stupid hammer at you (and I know there is a universe out there where he doesn't miss ...)

can I just quickly give a shout out to Charlie Edwards? Because this wide-eyed, almost childish innocence on Celebrimbor's face is absolutely tearing at my heart. What an actor

"All things must end." I hate that you can see on Annatar's face that he has already decided to kill him

oh shit, Eregion is not doing well. Adar is not messing about

Malendol! I have missed you! I know barely anyone cares about you but I do!

"Gather your finest troupes." He's going to eliminate them, isn't he?

lol Annatar once again not happy to be touched by Mirdania

no, Malendol, you shall not cross the river because there won't be a river in a few moments

this is such a cool sequence btw

Arondir! Yes! We need you!

aw the little mouse is back. It's so sad that it is Celebrimbor's only company now

and we're back in Khazad-Dûm. Durin III is still hoarding gold, I see, and growing more and more desperate for more. His fall into insanity is almost as painful to watch as Celebrimbor's

Disa is not here to mess around. She's here to fuck shit up and I love her for it

oh thank Aule Narvi has some common sense left

aaaaaah it is Elrond! Elrond is at the door! Finally my favourite found family in the show is reunited! Oh I am so happy right now!

"My heart sings to see you, old friend." Elrond, my heart sings to see you too - even if you look absolutely exhausted.

I feel like this is the first time we have seen him smile this season

"I'm about to overthrow my father." You can just see how much this weighs on Elrond. And the fact that he does not even mention the rings, the waterfall, the betrayal and just focuses on defeat ... as if none of it really matters in the face of battle. Let me hug you, Elrond

"I need your axe, old friend." I love this so much

the way those elves flinched when one of them was shot. Gods, they lived such a protective life in Eregion this whole time, didn't they? And now there is this overwhelming force before them and they're trying, they are, but they're not enough

I'm sorry but Annatar gathering up his robes every time he has to use stairs is so freaking hilarious

Annatar, I swear, if you hurt that mouse ...

oh shit, Celebrimbor is on to him! He's seeing through the illusion!

this makes me wonder - how many days, weeks, months has he been stuck in that time loop? How alone has he truly been, and for how long?

and there flies the hammer! And it breaks the illusion

why has Celebrimbor blood on his face? I am not okay with this. What happened to him?

oh god it's the destruction of his city that is making him break down. That scene from the trailer has haunted me for weeks now and it's even more heart-breaking to see it in context

fuck no! The mithril was his blood? Why did I not see this coming?

this is framed the same way as the vision where children were running around and everyone was happy, isn't it?

nooooo he did not get hit right now, did he? Has this man not been through enough? (I know the answer to that is no, at least according to Annatar)

Mirdania, why the fuck are you just standing around and doing nothing? Make yourself useful, girl! Help the wounded! Pick up a bow! Do something!

her reaction to Celebrimbor's plea is that, "It's all right, grandpa" meme and ugh, she is making it very hard right now to like her

Malendol, I forgive you for not believing Celebrimbor because you have not been in the tower with him and only have known Annatar's word. But Mirdania? You should know better

oh fuck you, Sauron, for turning your blood red

omg I was just thinking someone should push Mirdania over the wall so, uh ... thank you, Annatar? Gods, I feel awful now. So much for rewarding her when the time comes, huh? She did not deserve this

oh shit she's still alive? Damn, this is cruel

oooooooh is this Elrond to the rescue? Fuck yes it is! And Rían is with him! And Gil-galad! Finally, Gil-galad listened to him!

omg the charge looks so cool!

noooooo they're not putting Galadriel in the cage on the front lines. I can't. Well played, Adar, well played

aw no, Elrond, don't falter. But that shot of Lindon's army standing opposite of Adar's? I want that as a print. This is gorgeous

oh hello Vorohil! I have missed you!

"You cannot save him." This is awful considering of the prophecy about Celebrimbor's life lying in Elrond's hands

oh, so Adar knew Melian? That's interesting

Elrond, I love you! Turning the Uruks against Adar is so clever

okay, so that kiss happened, huh? I hope we're all agreeing here that there was nothing romantic about it. Elrond's, "Forgive me," was clearly about kissing her without her consent. It was nothing more than a means to an end, an opportunity to slip her that piece from his coat. That forehead touch afterwards, though? That was sincere. That was them

Elrond trusting Vorohil with Durin's army? Yes please. I love how it took only one mission for Vorohil to become an Elrond fanboy and for Elrond to trust him enough to rely on him now. My boy had hearts in his eyes when Elrond rode away

oh Celebrimbor is shackled now ... is he going to cut off his own hand to free himself?

fuck yeah, Durin! You tell them! What a great speech! I am getting goosebumps here

Elrond's battle theme, let's go! He's so badass, I love it

nooooo not his horse!

lol I guess the lesson we're learning here today is: do not fuck with Elrond's horse (or those he loves). You will regret it

that moment he took with his horse ... I'm not crying, you are

"You told us you loved us." Glûg, breaking my heart. Also did anyone else notice the Uruks in the background caring for the wounded? I love these touches of humanity

oh Galadriel, why did you leave Elrond's cloak thingy behind? Once again I am asking you: are you trying to get him killed?

and Arondir to the rescue. It's about time he joins forces with Team Lindon

Durin in battle armour <3

no, no, no! If Narvi is hurt, does that mean Disa is too?

oh shit, it's either save Eregion or save Khazad-Dûm. Poor Durin

"Our sufferings." Exactly my thoughts, Celebrimbor

"You chose it." Fuck off, Sauron. Seriously? Still with the gaslighting? Celebrimbor, please throw another hammer at him. Or stab him in the eye with something small and sharp

thank the Valar Celebrimbor is not falling for his tricks anymore

oh Celebrimbor is defying him and throwing them into the fire! I am so ridiculously happy to see him fighting back

good teamwork there, Elrond and Rían

the rings are cold to the touch! Like the One! Because of Sauron's blood!

oh fuck, he is going to cut off his thumb! Look how his hands are shaking! This is horrifying but also such a moment of triumph

Charlie Edwards, the actor you are. That reaction? I'm a mess

poor Celebrimbor does not have much luck when it comes to escaping the forge, does he?

nooooo, Malendol, don't lock him back in. Please. Don't listen to Annatar, I beg you

Galadriel, I have never been so glad to see you. It is you, isn't it? Because if it is not ...

he's staying behind. Of course he is. That's who he is. But he won't be alone - for the first time, since Halbrand set foot into the city again, he will not be alone. Thank you, Malendol

"Light endures." Oh, that speech. I am honestly tearing up right now

no, not Rían! Please, not Rían!

oh fuck, she's such a badass!

I hate that Elrond cannot even go to her and comfort her

war is terrible and this episode portrays that so well. There is no glory. It's just death and devastation and so much loss

and now Damrod comes and it's going to get so much worse

and Annatar is not happy at all. This does not bode well for Celebrimbor. But I love that Celebrimbor gets to gloat. He deserves that

Annatar, keep your filthy hands off Malendol and his soldiers

gods, this scene is so chilling

not Malendol. I mean, it was brave to try, but damn, why?

I really must not get attached to random background elves. This is too painful. First Rían, now Malendol? My only consolation is that Vorohil and Camnir (hopefully far away in Lindon) are safe

that elf getting trampled by Damrod? I don't know why but that scene already made me tear up in the trailer. Poor guy

oh gods he's using Uruks as a shield

that's not going to end well for Adar

oh shit, Elrond! Fuck, that was vicious! Those breathless noises he is making! He's trying so hard and I'm afraid he's once again doomed to fail and it breaks my heart

Gil-galad! I was wondering where you were! Chilling behind the lines? Having a cup of tea? Nice of you to join the battle.

also dear gods, he looks so much like Mark Ferguson in his armour. I can't. This is everything

Arondir in his Legolas era! I love it!

oh and it's a team effort! Yes!

Aeglos!!!

the only thing keeping Elrond on his feet at this point is adrenaline and sheer determination

Glûg, baby, take your family and run as far away as you can

it's dawn. That means Durin is coming, right? I mean, I know they should but why do I get the feeling that they won't?

oh the Helm's Deep parallels

why the fuck is Vorohil hurt? I cannot bear this. Let me keep my Elf OCs, show, please!

oh no, the gates of Khazad-Dûm are shut. And Elrond still has faith in his friend. This is going to break my heart, isn't it?

"Durin will come." Oh Elrond, let me hug you

more Aeglos action! Fuck yeah!

Arondir and Adar stabbing each other with arrows is such a mood. But I swear if this show takes Arondir from me as well ...

okay, he's still alive. Let's keep it that way, please

and the wall has fallen. Eregion has fallen

not Elrond sitting there all shell-shocked and crying. My heart cannot take this

no, Elrond, why are you wearing Nenya?

I mean, let's be real, Gil-galad ordered him to. Personally, I would have left that damn ring with Círdan but what do I know?

Elrond collapsing at the end - I am not okay

This is my general feeling after this episode btw. I am not okay. None of this is okay.