#i am already slowly resuming activity

[sleepingpillscosmos]

Congrats on 300!!! You deserve it! I love the event idea, so can I request the prompt “"my sides hurt" cue the other character getting a pillow thrown at their head when they start smirking "I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING"” with Michael Kaiser? (I hope I don’t come off as rude or anything, I’m just really awkward over text)

SMUG — michael kaiser

pairing: michael kaiser x fem!reader.

warnings/content: mention of sexual activity. reader is not really an early bird.

wc: 1k.

requested: yes, by anon.

a/n: well guys.. remember when yesterday I said that would have posted another request? well.. I totally forgot to post this, I even forgot to let someone beta read it. so sorry guys.

anyway thank you for the congratulations! I'm convinced this prompt was made for him. and you didn't absolutely come off as rude or anything!

prompt: "my sides hurt" cue the other character getting a pillow thrown at their head when they start smirking "I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING".

You turned in your bed as you slowly woke up, the sheets sliding against your naked skin and the morning sun making it glow under the light of its rays.

You sat up on the bed, keeping the sheets close to your body. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light of the room.

Michael wasn't in bed with you, but you already knew that, even before waking up. You were used to it. He always woke up pretty early to stretch and go for a morning run, then he ate a quick breakfast before leaving your shared apartment to go to the morning training and come back around 10 am, when you usually got up.

You tried to wake up and start your day with him multiple times over the three years you lived together, but you've never been much of an early bird, so it never worked. You always ended up knocked out on the couch by the time Kaiser came back from his run, and he ended up having to take you back to your bedroom every time.

After a good five minutes where you stayed sat on the bed looking in front of you, you finally decided to get up and start your day.

Once you took your first step, you immediately stopped, hissing, taking your hands to both your sides. Fucking Michael.

You recollected yourself, taking your panties and an old t-shirt of Michael's to cover your still naked body. You gave the clock a quick glance and read 10:37 am. Micheal should already be at home, and the noises coming from your living room confirmed it.

You went to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. When you were done you went to the kitchen to eat breakfast, making a quick stop in the living to say good morning and give a quick kiss to Kaiser. As usual he sat at the table with his glasses on and his laptop in front of him, checking the videos from the last match he played.

You approached him and hugged him from behind, and as soon as you did it you could see the little smile on his face on the reflection of the screen in front of him. He turned his head a little, so that he could give you a peck on the lips.

"Good morning." You said to him smiling, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Good morning." He answered back, pausing the video that was currently playing on his laptop.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked turning his body, so that you could slot between his legs and he could hug your body with both his arms.

You nodded, still smiling at him, "Yeah, I was really tired."

"I could tell." You looked at him confused, raising one eyebrow.

"You were snoring really loudly." He said, trying not to burst out laughing. You scoffed, looking at him annoyed, then you flicked his forehead before going to the kitchen to finally have breakfast. He shook his head laughing, then he turned his body back to the laptop to resume his work.

You prepared your breakfast, then you sat on the counter while eating it and drinking a glass of orange juice. Once you were done you looked around the kitchen, which was a bit of a mess, so you decided to tidy it up.

You quickly wiped the counter and the stove, then you started to wash the dirty dishes, which was the longest part. They accumulated in the sink since yesterday morning. Nobody wanted to clean them, so they just piled up, filling the sink to the top. Usually you both would have just put them in the dishwasher, but unfortunately it broke a few days ago.

When you were finally finished, and your fingers looked like the ones of a 90 years old lady, you grabbed your phone and went to the living room to relax a bit on the couch.

You sat down, ready to watch some stupid stuff on your phone and laugh at them like a psychopath, but the constant pain in your sides prevented it. You shuffled on the couch trying to find a comfortable position, but every move seemed to make the pain worse, making you hiss over and over.

Micheal looked at you from his seat, knitting his eyebrows in confusion, "..are you alright?".

You stopped moving and took a deep breath. You already knew that if he knew the reason of your discomfort he would be smug for the rest of the day or even more. But on the other hand if you said that you were alright, which you obviously weren't, he would annoy you until you confessed the truth. After considering the two options, you decided to just get it over with.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes, "..my sides hurt..".

You opened your eyes and looked at him, seeing that he turned his gaze back to the video, with a smirk slowly growing on his face. You scoffed, then you grabbed the first thing beside you, which was one of the pillows of the couch, and threw it at him, hitting his face.

"I didn't even say anything!" He loudly said, throwing the pillow back at you, but missing you completely.

"I know what you were thinking!" You retorted, then finally you found a comfortable position on the couch. The smirk on Michael's face didn't go away, but you weren't surprised of that, so you unlocked your phone to busy yourself with something.

"Want me to help with that?" He grinned, his gaze still on the computer. "You've already done enough."

After a small pause, he found the perfect come back. His smirk grew larger, "Well, that's not what you said last night."

He had to thank the universe that you didn't have rocks beside you.

[idv-sunsxin3]

Horropedia // Dating Headcanons

Note// First Reverse: 1999 writing. A bit suggestive in some parts. This is my version of Horropedia, so if you don’t like it,,,, you might as well have to write your own because this is meant for my self-indulgence;; sowwy <//3

// preferably female s/o- gender neutral is also okay since I didn’t exactly mention a specific gender :)

As a strange autistic guy, I just imagine him to be the type of guy who probably have indirectly confessed to you earlier before you can even realize that months after- like you're just laid down on an armchair and you suddenly connected lines on the previous lines you once heard him before-

"Ah, hey! I've been waiting all my life to meet someone like you, so I had to come and say hello."

...he literally just say a simple remark with that smile as he gifted you a spirit catcher pistol- and then left....

Sometimes, you might not understand him. But you eventually asked him out on a date (in a normal way for once-).

"Oh? A date? Great! Let's go get coffee together. " :))

Little do you know, he also plans to have a ghost hunting date after that---

___

Kissing scenes in horror films? Horropedia at first felt a bit skeptical about them, finding that unnecessary... Until he got a crush on you, and then FELL for you - That's when he lowkey wondered in his autism brain... how would a kiss with you feels like?

Oh gosh, so many possibilities;;;

Horropedia would slowly realize the fact that he would unconsciously check his mouth breathing and fix his hair a bit whenever he spots you entering the room. "Who knows when that kiss scene happened cough cough -"/hj

There was a time Horropedia sneakily slipped during those ironically cute kissing scenes in a horror movie.. You may think you would just slip away from the unknown opportunity he would be searching for - But no, you wouldn't even get the peace to resume watching or have time to recover from a jumpscare that happened few minutes ago when there is this silly dork softly nibbling and smooching on your face and neck like that;;;

aaaand now you're making out with him in the middle of the movie ..

It seems there are now more reasons for him to ask you to stay over. ;)

He wants to impress you so bad ever since the moment he heard about you - You just happened to be... ordinary? But at the same time, refreshing... someone who easily connects with almost anyone.

Darn, I think you’re made for him. ☺️ (lol)

At first, he wanted to be the Mr. Mysterious and only introduced himself to you as "Horropedia. "... At some certain point after, he would  bashfully let you call him "Joshua." Just don't get too cocky...-/ih

If you're just as comfortable with dark humor and other kinds of morbid stuff, there is this small scenario where you and Horropedia would roleplay a bit as to help him make up stories involving these morbid antagonists and anti-heroes...- He would be kinda a bit down bad if you say Wednesday Adams stuff technically./hj

He is not sure If he has the right to die or laugh when he gets called "Joshy"... it's cringe, but he finds your silly demeanor very cute and funny.

You happen to be a big listener when it comes to horror movies, horror stories, and horror video games- whatever horropedia rambles at you at 3 am. as if it is a nearly daily basis/ih

He loves sharing hobbies with you, even cherishing the moments when you get to do whatever activities with him that are close to his interests and what he's passionate about...

You can already tell he's not interested in anything else other than that sense of thrill he has for phenomenon or violent drama... but he'll try his best to be flexible when it comes to giving you quality time... Like crafting, cooking, maybe painting?

You might know what he will create in his own hands...- ghost cupcakes, a sculpture of Friday the 13th's killer, Michael Myers mask---

Jumpscares are out of date for him, of course, but then... he still watches those classical horror movies once in a while since they're pretty much fundamental to the art of fear.

Ironically... He does like surprise back touches! Well... As long as it doesn't have to imply his poor posture, back hugs are good to go.

He finds it pleasant to have you sit next to him or on his lap as he plays those Indie horror games(?), "mmmm... Dark deception? World of Horror? Resident Evil? The Last of Us? What about Outlast? What do you think, Babe? :))"

FNAF would be obviously a breeze for him... Bro, imagine him going crazy about fnaf lore, hahahha-

DDLC gave him mixed feelings. He is half glad his baby is not that mad crazy because of that/ih

LITTLE NIGHRMARESSSS- Man, imagine him having these silly moments with how he just concerningly reacts so happily at a kid eating a gnome who just offered a sausage oh gosh-

Watching horror movies with him would be like watching a live commentary channel as you feel a slim hand rubbing your waist throughout the movie.

You might have mixed reactions alongside him when accidentally encountering sex scenes on horror movies...- things might get awkward but he would make sure to close your eyes if you don't like to see that kind of stuff- intercourse is not the option,,,, mass arson it is/ih

I can only imagine Horropedia calling you either your name, Babe, Baby, or  Boo (NOT PUN INTENDED I SWEAR FJNFNF;;) Is usually your name being called normally. Unless he is so so happy,,, or is because he just did something you probably not going to like~ 😇✨️

“Is your name Boo? Because you’re making me scream in delight.” ♥️

Oh boy-

[miueo]

repost ︐ stupid girl — pub. 100623

warnings : spankings , acedemic shaming , degrading , dumbification , etc .

pairings : tutor!minho ♡ student!reader

note : i deleted my previous acct due to the fact i was posting my writings underneath a secondary blog ! i am not stealing anyone’s work, this is my writing.

never in your life, you'd thought you'd be bent over your tutor’s lap in his room, earning yourself a spanking. what could you have done to deserve this?!

“you look so stupid. absolutely fucking dumb. what made you think you could successfully cheat on your test??” minho lands a hard slap on your left ass cheek before switching to the next.

“is my help not enough for you? Are you that much of a stupid girl to fail to comprehend my help?” he grits his teeth, yanking your hair back as he continues to spank your cheeks.

you wail and cry. you've never felt so embarrassed. what should you do now? you're already getting humiliated and scolded by your tutor, and not only that your grades have fluctuated!

“i-im sorry.. minnie it wasn't my intention to cheat.. you see-” your little excuse was cut off by the sound of your cute strawberry pattern panties being torn off your little plush ass. you wanted to protest and ask what he’s doing but you fear he’ll stop.

silly you wanted more. though, you and him would spend hours studying and studying and studying, you enjoyed the offtime activities with minho. whenever you guys aren’t studying, he’d be rewarding you by rearranging your guts and torturing you with his long, thick cock and his fingers.

minho adored you, he loved how dumb you were. who doesn’t want a ditzy little girl like you?

“you’re so cute all spread out over my lap like this. I wish I could show you off like this.” he takes his two slim fingers, gently caressing your wet glossy folds.

poor you shivered and swallowed. “can you st-stop teasing me?? it's not fair.. at least I tried my best…” you murmured.

“one more fucking word out of you and I'll do the nastiest things to you.” he gritted his teeth, grabbing your cheeks, forcing eye contact.

by now, you were intimidated to the max. minho was already mean enough to you, it was all tough love. it has gotten to the point his passive aggressiveness and rough physical touch arouses you.

you just wanted him to use you as if you’re some sort of toy. you’d let him do anything.

he lets go of your face, resuming his actions. he slowly moves a finger in your warm wet little hole before fucking you open for another finger or two to join in.

“w-wait fuck.. mmphh..!!!” a loud airy whimper escaped from your throat as your grip onto his bed sheets. it felt so good, you had just forgotten about the test you failed. all your problems and concerns had be wiped away thanks to your tutor.

three fingers later, you were left sobbing and drooling, desperate you wanted more!— too bad that it was all cut short by your cocky tutor!!

“you really thought i’d waste my precious time fucking a stupid girl like you?” he scoffed, pulling his fingers out, “if you ace your next test, i’ll think about fucking you again.”

darn it.. （；へ：）

[plantoyoon]

New experiences. part 2

I am writing this because I'm actively thinking about it and writing it seems like it would help to get it out of the depths of my brain. (I think I mostly wrote it in second person, haven't proofread it, I don't know how much sense it makes)

PS. Please let me know if you have feedback

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Synopsis: You need someone to help you with your needs

Genre/Tags: First time meeting, Friends with benefits, maybe soul bound

Smut, 18+

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More eager with each kiss, you feel the wine starting to sink in, spreading warmth through your body. The strain in your legs to reach his height makes you slowly push him towards the couch without breaking the kiss. He chuckles as he reaches the edge of the couch, throwing himself onto it and grabbing you to sit on his lap. As you get closer to him to resume kissing, he says in a quiet voice, barely audible: "I like you. How is that possible?! You're so pretty, and I'm getting so curious about you." You pretend not to hear it and kiss his nose, his chin, his jaw, leaving a wet trail down his neck.

Your thoughts are silent and loud at the same time. You don't understand them but try to pay them no mind. You want him undressed, so you start pulling at his shirt, pushing it up over his head. Enjoying this so much, he barely tries to help you in this challenge of undressing him, more occupied with feeling your body as much as he can with his hands.

"Yoongi!" (it's the first time you say his name) "I want you without this on. Let me touch you."

Quietly obeying your order, he takes off his shirt, revealing smooth skin. Still feeling him shy, you make the next move, getting rid of the big shirt on you, showing your lacy white bra hugging your boobs. His eyes sparkle at the sight, and he starts gently touching and caressing through the material. Pulling you in for a kiss, he brings you even closer to him, placing small kisses from your chin to your jaw, neck, and down to your chest. Swiftly removing your bra, his attitude switches to a more assertive approach, still gentle but more confident. Licking your boobs, biting them softly, and giving each of your nipples attention by sucking on them, your moans start to slip from your lips, giving him the signal he needs to take this further.

He turns you over, positioning himself on top, his crotch aligned with yours as he moves. You feel how hard he is through all the material and unzip his jeans, sliding your hand over his boxers.

This makes him chuckle and say, "You're quite the eager one, aren't you?"

"Well, let me show you how eager I am if you really want to know!" you say, pushing him back on the couch to get on your knees in front of him, pulling his jeans and boxers down. You look quite silly now, ogling at his big dick. Never thought you would appreciate something like this, but your mouth starts watering. Too afraid to look him in the eyes, not wanting to let him see how fazed you were by all of this, you take a lick, and another one, and another one... each longer and sloppier.

You decide he needs even better treatment, so you place your boobs around his cock and start sliding, using the drool left on it as lube. This is the moment you see Yoongi lose it. He starts moaning and touching your hair, your face, your boobs with his long fingers, helping you in your movement.

"Fuck! This fucking feels amazing, you have the greatest tits!" he exclaims, making you feel good at this silly comment.

He grabs your chin, pulling you up for a deep kiss, his tongue not leaving any space untouched in your mouth.

Moving both of you again so he would be on top, you feel his hands roaming around your body lower and lower until they reach the part of you that needs the most attention at this moment. Rubbing through your panties, he feels how wet you already are, pushing them aside to get to feel in between your folds better. You start moaning more and more through the kiss, and your hands stick to his neck and hair, feeling how soft it is.

He starts pushing inside one finger after another, moving them with care. You bite his lip, signaling him that he can be a little bit rougher. He instantly takes the hint, starting to move those two fingers inside you more aggressively, making you break the kiss to moan loudly.

"So, I guess this is how you like it?" he says, focusing on the movement of his hands, unraveling you right there under him. You can just whimper at this point, not even able to shake your head. He stops to look directly in your eyes as he positions himself to give your pussy a slap, then returns to fingering it as fast as he can. At this point, you're completely lost, unfocused and sure that if something gets out of your mouth, it will be either moans or: "Please, Yoongi, fuck me!" So you stay quiet.

He looks kind of confused and inquires, "I feel you want to say something. Why don't you say what you would like? I want to make you feel good and comfortable with me."

This makes you lose it. How can someone who just slapped your pussy tell you he wants you to be comfortable?! Still unable to verbalize your thoughts, you just moan his name. He brings his face closer to you, placing small pecks on your face, whispering: "Come on, little one! Tell me what you want!"

"Please, I want to feel you inside me. I want your fucking dick inside!"

"What a dirty girl we have here, and I didn't even know!" he says as he pulls you by the hips to make you turn around with your ass up. "Spread it," and you obey, waiting and feeling the cold air on your cunt, followed by his tongue on it. You feel him making a mess there, hearing all those sloppy sounds, feeling the wetness on your thighs until he feels satisfied and all the sounds he makes vibrate right through you.

He kneads your ass for a moment, pressing his fingers into your skin like dough. Then he positions himself at your core, putting it in slowly. Despite all that preparation, making you wet as fuck, it still takes you some time to accommodate his size.

"Fuck, you're big!"

"Yeah! I know, but you're taking me so well with your perfect pussy!"

Never thought dirty talk would be your thing, but with him, it feels so natural. You could let him say whatever he wanted and make you wetter and wetter.

Finally, you feel him bottoming out. You're still not completely comfortable, but he gives you time to adjust, caressing your back with his hands, placing kisses on it and leaving wet trails with his tongue.

"Your ass feels so good in my hands, I can barely contain myself not to slap it to see how it moves under my hands!"

"Please do, please slap my ass!" and he does, making you shiver at the sensation. "Do it again!" he obeys and feels you sliding on his cock, now more comfortable with his size. He takes the signal and starts fucking you while his hands continue to roam your body and his lips leave kisses here and there on your back.

At some point, he puts his hand in your hair, grabbing it to pull your body against his and fuck you with his hands around your body, pinching your nipples from time to time.

Your mind is starting to drift, unable to focus on anything else besides all the sensations that his dick inside you and his hands feeling your body give you.

You pant, "I'm... close, Yoongi..."

"Me too, stay with me... I want to feel you coming on my dick"

The orgasm builds like an electric storm, gathering intensity in every nerve of your body. The sensation starts as a warm, insistent pulse, spreading from your core to every extremity. Your skin tingles, your mind momentarily blanking as you're consumed by the sheer intensity of it all and feel Yoongi's hot breath on your neck.

The world narrows to the overwhelming rush, every fiber of your being focused on the release. Moans or cries escape your lips, raw and unfiltered and you hear Yoongi doing the same.

As the tension melts away, you feel light, floating on a cloud of lingering pleasure, your senses still heightened, your body humming with the remnants of your climax. You let your body crash on the couch, with Yoongi following next to you. You place a hand on his chest as you both try to gather your breaths. Unable to say anything, you lock looks with him trying not to doze off.

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[berrypass-de-murdler]

3 - 11 New Aegis, Old Crimes

WAH

NOT AGAIN, AND IT'S CAPITALIZED THIS TIME!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

All Logico can see is blackness. But he can feel a soft breeze on his face, much cleaner air, and his fingers twitching… he has hands!

LOGICO: I… have hands… IRRATINO: Just a little more…

Logico opens his eye slowly. He’s in a cot, surrounded by plants, with a giant skylight overhead, and most importantly, Irratino.

LOGICO: …Irratino… IRRATINO: You’re awake. Thank god, you’re awake!! 

He clutches onto his hand and cries.

IRRATINO: I don’t know what happened… I don’t know what was wrong with me! How did I… Logico I don’t… LOGICO: Nnh… quit being hysterical. Where am I? What happened… IRRATINO: I didn’t trust Dr. Crimson, so I brought you to the New Aegis medicinal facility. You’ve been asleep for five days… I knocked you out so hard… LOGICO: Mmmmmwhatever. Dr. Crimson is still alive?... IRRATINO: Forget that, Logico, how are you feeling? I’ve been worried sick, I haven’t left your side… LOGICO: My goodness, so needy. [pats Tino] I suppose you knocked some sense back into me, because I forgot why we were fighting in the first place. Come now, let us resume our usual activities. IRRATINO: Like murder? LOGICO: … HONEY: A MURDER, A MURDER, OH NOOOO! This is such a bad look for my town! LOGICO: I thought you were the mayor of our town. HONEY: [scoff] I can be both! 

Superfan Smoky is dancing around, and gets right up in Logico’s face.

SMOKY: Murdle is the best movie EVER! I just watched it again last night! LOGICO: …So? SMOKY: YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

He flies weakly with his little wings. Aubergine walks out of Kitschy Kitschy Killing with a pot of soup. 

AUBERGINE: Easy there, loaf! I just about dropped this whole thing! [drops the whole thing] Logico! Buddy! You’re out of the coma! I thought you’d be gone for months!

The soup corrodes the concrete and slowly burns it away.

LOGICO: Yes, hello Aubergine… I’d… like to forget what just happened. I have an average, everyday murder to solve.

Ever since Logico first visited here quite a long time ago, Mayor Honey has been obsessed with the supposed UFO crash site. It seems very likely that he’d kill a bit to boost publicity. Unfortunately, Logico can’t call him out right then and there, even though he’d very much like to.

Smoky runs into a shop called ‘Magick Toys’, and the boys follow. 

IRRATINO: I’ve never been too fond of this store. LOGICO: Really? It seems up your alley. IRRATINO: No, I was never keen on the idea of giving potentially powerful occult artifacts to children without any training.

Logico rolls his eye loudly. Smoky knocks a bag of purple glittery sand off a shelf, and immediately falls into a blissful slumber. Irratino gestures to him madly, but Logico has already left. He draws a marot card for himself anyway, and does a squishy smile at what he reads.

The last place Logico checks is The Mysterious Cave, home to an unpleasant memory. But the memory only worsens, as the cave has been turned into a tourist attraction, featuring artwork recreating the scene of Logico and Mr. Shadow! He can’t even speak looking at this - there’s a crowd of humans pointing and gawking! 

IRRATINO: Logico, where are you?

He sees him staring paralyzed at the cave.

IRRATINO: Oh no…

He picks him up and carries him away. Logico still refuses to speak.

IRRATINO: Logico…

Tears goop from Logico’s eye, but he doesn’t move. Smoky waddles up to him and shoves his giant nose in his face.

SMOKY: Naww, what happened? IRRATINO: …That fucking museum. S-Sorry, I… shouldn’t use that language- SMOKY: [quietly] I gotta help Logico figure out that I did the murder! HEY LOGICO! LET’S GO LOOK FOR CLUES!!! LOGICO: Jesus- what… do you want, Smoky. SMOKY: I found a cool clue! Look!

Logico examines some fingerprints.

LOGICO: …Smoky. You do realize that this blatantly points to you being the culprit, right? SMOKY: [fake gasp] Oh no! NOT ME! 

He winks at Irratino, who shrugs.

SMOKY: I did the murder, so I could be in the next Murdle movie! Did I get in? LOGICO: ……I don’t know, Smoky, ask Hollywood. And go to jail… SMOKY: YAY! Now everything’s bett- JAIL?!

Honey comes wandering up, clapping.

HONEY: What a FANTASTIC conclusion brought on by Deductive Logico, the most wonderful man! There’s something I want to give you SPECIAL ACCESS to - do you want to see the SONIC OSCILLATOR?? IRRATINO: YES! LOGICO: …No.

Irratino runs after the dumb monkey, even though Logico knows this is a death sentence.

The end! 

There are a couple things wrong with this picture too

I don't like this episode sob

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Summary: Many had stopped to watch now as five of their lords engaged in a full on snowball fight on the walkway.

‘The activity at The Gap is looking more and more concerning by the day. Maglor, I need to have more regular updates on this. The area is crucial but we need notice if we were to have to send aid. We are all in precarious positions and the slightest movement of troops could have serious security implications,’ Maedhros was striding at a speed where a lot of people had to jog slightly to keep up. He tended to do this when he was stressed and his siblings and generals knew it, but some of the ones who dealt with him less were already panting.

His tone also sounded slightly pleading as well, a show of weakness that only ever occurred in situations regarding his brothers safety. After that it all happened so quickly. One of the generals from Himlad stumbled and knocked into Maedhros. While he was getting up, apologising profusely, his hand got caught in Maedhros’ hair for a few seconds, dragging through the recently grown out strands.

Maedhros froze for those few precious seconds before righting himself and waving off any further apologies. He stood on the spot only moving when he noticed everyone waiting for him and proceeded forward without saying a word. He had gone pale and was gripping the stump where his hand should have been in a way that must have been painful. He looked forward but he did not seem to be processing much of his surroundings or the resumed review by his general.

‘Are you alright Nelyo?’ Maglor spoke softly from a few careful inches away from his shoulder, somehow silencing the whole debate that had restarted around them. Maedhros gave him a reproachful look for inadvertently bringing attention to him. When he spoke his voice was steady ‘I’m perfectly fine, Kano,’ a reminder that they were not meant to refer to each other by childhood nicknames in such scenarios, ‘Now what were you saying about trade relations, I’m afraid I didn’t catch that,’ Caranthir cast one concerned look to Maglor before continuing his report.

All the brothers who had not observed the incident were now aware and briefly conferred through a few shared glances. Celegorm pulled his mouth into his trademark Tyelko grin which led to him getting the trademark Maglor ‘just don’t kill anyone’ look. Tyelko bent down and rolled something in his hands. ‘Hey, look it’s snowing!’ he said. Curufin and the twins exchanged disbelieving and apprehensive looks while Maglor hadn’t fully caught on. Caranthir was looking over his shoulder very confused and was promptly hit in the face with a freezing ball of snow.

The generals who had noticed went still for a moment as if not entirely sure what they had just seen had actually happened. ‘Who threw that.’ Caranthir’s voice was chilling and would have sent many running for the hills. His eyes landed on the grinning blonde, slowly wiping snow off his hands, ‘I have no idea Moryo,’ Celegorm said breezily while all his generals looked at each other horrified.

‘I am going to kill you. You little motherfucking-’ what proceeded was honestly quite impressive from a linguistic point of view. Feanor would have been proud. Throughout this rant Caranthir was rolling snowballs along the bannister and it ended with rushing forward to attack his brother. Curufin, Amrod and Amras took this as their cue to get involved. Many had stopped to watch now as five of their lords engaged in a full on snowball fight on the walkway.

A few of them were still walking with Maedhros and discussing strategy, oblivious to the chaos behind them. Then something hit Maedhros mid-speech. He turned around slowly. All the people who had been quietly enjoying the entertainment had gone pale. Maedhros was taking in the carnage before him. He instantly made eye contact with the second oldest who had been standing aside up until now. Maglor gave him a genuine, but provocative smile not saying anything. ‘Oh you are so going to regret that Makalaurë,’ and though his words were threatening he had broke into the first genuinely happy smile he had worn in months. He broke into a run and lifted Kano right over his shoulder, eliciting a shriek of laughter from the minstrel as all the others began pelting him with snow.

At this point most spectators just shrugged and started having their own snowball fight a few metres away from where the seven’s laughter carried all the way down the corridor.

[scarebats]

WIP Wednesday

Across Your Shoulders and Chest - Icemav (chapter 2)

i have only written the pre-smut since i posted chapter 1, but possessive ice is still here! kinda NSFW at the end

Maverick is dropped down onto the soft blankets with a quiet thud. Still processing the events of earlier, he doesn’t necessarily comprehend Ice crawling between his legs. A shaky breath is let out as Ice makes his way higher and takes his starting place on the lips of the shorter.

He can’t really return the kiss that’s too eager to stay for long. Breaths too unstable and Ice licking his way to the edge of his jaw. Ice takes note of Maverick’s overwhelmed state and lifts his head. “You alright, baby?”

Swallowing, Maverick nods shallowly. Not buying the confirmation, Ice fully lifts himself to hover above Maverick, his arms bracketing Maverick’s head. “You have to be vocal for me, hon. I don’t want to do something you don’t like.”

“I’m— I’m fine, Ice. You can keep going,” Maverick manages out, little sighs in between some words.

“If you say so. But I’m stopping the second you feel uncomfortable with something.” Ice’s tone has no room for argument, so Mav has no option but to agree.

“Okay.”

Now Ice resumes his activities, ones that would’ve either already happened or be happening if it were not for Slider. He stakes his claim on Maverick as he works his way back down to his beautiful ass. Slowly, Ice traces his hands down Maverick’s stomach and comes to a stop at the waist of his shorts, folding his shirt up in the process.

Maverick shivers as Ice leaves wet marks along his neck, stretching the neckline of the shirt to reveal his smooth skin that’s perfect for biting. Maybe he could revisit the biting after he gets his tongue inside of Maverick. It’s been torture for the past twenty minutes, every passing second like agony.

A sudden idea comes to mind. “Baby? Could you flip onto your front for me?”

“Why?” Maverick still obliges despite his confusion.

“‘Wanna be able to see my name on your back while I ravage you.” Maverick lets out a choked groan at the abruptness of the statement.

(i hope y’all are excited for chapter 2!! i am also refraining myself from writing anymore chipmav until i have at least 2 fics posted)

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Pumpkin's Patch

Ship: Thorn Loomis x Michael Myers (Parents AU)

Word Count: 1832

Summary: When Michael and Thorn's daughter, Lillith, is upset, Thorn will do whatever he can to make things better for her. CWs for references to murder/violence, bullying mentions, reference to a stressful situation involving an animal, food mentions.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Thorn hummed as he folded laundry in the living room, perking up as he heard the backyard gate open.

“Lillith’s home,” he noted to his boyfriend, Michael, who was reading the newspaper. The older man gave the subtlest nod as a sign that he had heard Thorn before turning the page. They both listened to the sounds of the backdoor opening, someone raiding the kitchen, and Lillith streaking off to her room. Thorn frowned, setting aside one of Michael’s tank tops.

“She sounded upset.”

Michael slowly closed the paper and looked up at his partner, staring with one good, brown eye and one dead, milky white, silently wondering if it was something he could fix with his trusty knife.

“I suppose we should give her a minute…” Thorn continued. “If it was bullies, I’m just happy she refrained from doing something drastic this time.”

Michael arched an eyebrow as Thorn attempted to resume the gentle rhythm of folding and sorting.

“Michael, I know you’re proud of her whenever she displays a bloodlust, as am I, but she was only just allowed to go to middle school because we agreed to take her to a therapist. I’d like for our daughter to have an education and I’m not so keen on trying to homeschool considering our own childhoods.”

Michael sighed heavily, reluctantly agreeing with them. He had just started first grade when he committed his first murder, so he didn’t remember much of public school. He learned to read and write just fine in Smith’s Grove, but never had use for basic math nor any of the other subjects they tried to teach in admittedly mediocre ways. Thorn was practically the same way, but had more of an active interest in culture and history due to his slightly more upper-class upbringing before his time at Smith’s Grove.

“Michael, will you put everything away? I’m going to try and talk to Lillith,” Thorn instructed once he finished with the laundry. Michael stood and began picking up stacks of shirts and pants, pausing briefly to let Thorn kiss his cheek, before Thorn approached his daughter’s room.

Taking a breath, it knocked on her door. When there was no answer, they slowly opened it, giving Lillith time to close it on them if she wanted. She didn’t, allowing Thorn to view her, sitting in front of her TV, playing DOOM on the N64 she had been given two Christmases ago.

“Hey pumpkin, when you’re done with this level, do you want to talk? You didn’t check in with me and Michael when you came in so I just wanted to make sure everything was alright…”

There was a pause, filled with the sounds of howling demons and shotgun blasts, before Lillith glanced over her shoulder and nodded. Thorn nodded as well and closed the door behind him, patiently waiting for the game to end. When it did, Lillith hopped up from the floor and sat on her bed, prompting Thorn to sit beside her.

“Those stupid Olson boys were terrorizing Lucifer again,” Lillith began, trembling against Thorn.

“Tch! Are you kidding me?? Gods, I’m sorry, Lillith, I don’t know why--”

“And I fumbled all of my supplies in art and-and the friggin’ paint and glue got everywhere…” Lillith gasped, pointing to the heap of day clothes in the corner of the room; she had already changed into her pyjamas. “And everyone laughed at me and I wanted to threaten them but I was so friggin’ embarrassed I couldn’t-couldn’t-couldn’t get the friggin’ words out!! But papa that isn’t even the worst of it!! Mrs. Theriot said the whole grade’s science classes are going on a camping trip in two weeks!”

Pulling away from Thorn, Lillith dived into her backpack and retrieved two forms, stapled together.

“Hey, hey, shh-shh-shh, let’s not worry about the papers right now, alright? You can put them down, come here,” Thorn spoke softly, beckoning Lillith back to the space beside him. She dropped the papers on the floor and returned, letting him stroke her long, dark hair with one hand, the other resting on her flushed cheek. “Deep breaths, Lilli. There you go. Listen, your clothes’ll be alright, I’ll put ‘em through the wash after dinner, okay? You said everybody laughed at you when you dropped your art supplies? Kiddo, by tomorrow, everyone will have forgotten about it. People do embarrassing things all of the time, and if you’re anything like me, you’re the only person who will remember it ever happened… so don’t dwell on it, alright? And Lillith, I’m so, so sorry those stupid boys keep annoying that poor cat, the next PTA meeting I attend I promise I’m going to talk to their mother.”

Thorn paused, letting the words sink into Lillith as he pulled her closer, waiting for her breath to regulate as she hugged him back. He looked over her shoulder at the empty plastic tub left next to her controller.

“How were the cookies?”

“G-good…”

“Did they make you feel better?”

“A-a little.”

“That’s good. Did anything nice happen to you at school today?”

Lillith considered this, briefly distracted from her pain. “The rest of the day was just sort of… normal.”

“Hey, that’s alright, too.” Thorn squeezed her a bit tighter, then held her at arm’s length. “Do you want to talk about this camping trip or do you want another break?”

Lillith shook her head, swallowing hard. “I don’t want to go camping, especially not with my science class.”

“Tell me why.”

She screwed up her face a bit, trying to piece together the reasons in her head. “I don’t want to be so far from you and dad, and I don’t want to sleep in some musty cabin with a bunch of other girls, and I don’t want to hike or eat stupid granola or whatever other bull hockey they’re going to make us do.”

Thorn couldn’t help but smile a little at the substituting word his daughter had chosen. “All valid complaints, pumpkin. I was never an outdoorsy kid, either, but you’ve always liked to climb trees and never minded getting dirty…”

“I can do all of that in the comfort of our neighbourhood, papa, I don’t need to go to the woods about it.”

“You’re quite right about that, my dear. My final counter-argument is that Michael and I can’t teach you how to fire an arrow or kayak. I hear there’s plenty of good survival skills to learn from spending a weekend out in the woods.”

“If I want to learn that stuff I’ll teach myself.” Lillith suddenly hugged them again, “Please don’t make me go, papa.”

“Oh, Lillith. I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to. In fact, we don’t need your school to take you camping. We can camp out right here, in our backyard.” Thorn lit up as he voiced his idea and Lillith pulled away, fixing him with a quizzical look. Before she could ask him what he meant, Michael had appeared in the doorway. “Oh look, your father’s come to join us.”

Hopping up, Lillith quickly ran into her taller dad’s arms. As Thorn watched Michael willingly return the embrace, he was tickled by the thought of his own father witnessing the display of affection… he’d simply keel over from shock, if he wasn’t already dead, of course. Thorn stood and ushered his family out of Lillith’s room to prepare for dinner. Shortly after, he left Michael and Lillith at home to bond while he went out to run some very specific errands.

About an hour or so later, Thorn returned home with a pop-up family tent, a fake campfire prop, mini sausages, marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate bars, and three sleeping bags. They asked Michael to keep Lillith occupied for a few more minutes while he set everything up in the yard, then called his boyfriend and child outside.

“Well, Lillith, since you so desperately don’t want to camp far from home, I thought, why not bring the camp to you?” They grinned as they stood proudly beside the tent, in front of which sat the fake fire and a few mismatched lawn chairs. Michael tilted his head at the display while Lillith’s hazel eyes sparkled.

“Dad, can I help you grill the weenies??” She asked excitedly as she picked the bag up from one of the chairs. Thorn looked to Michael, who went to set up the grill without hesitation.

“I’d say that’s a ‘yes.’ But a grillmaster is not complete without his apron.” Thorn ducked back inside the house, swiftly returning with an apron depicting a black cat, labelled with the words Made From Scratch, in hand. Lillith groaned as she caught sight of it.

“Papa, you’re embarrassing!!”

“That’s kind of my job, pumpkin,” they hummed as they draped the apron over Michael’s torso and tied it in the back before loudly and exaggeratedly kissing his neck. Lillith covered her eyes at the sight. Michael turned and kissed the top of Thorn’s head before signalling for Lillith to join him at the grill. Meanwhile, Thorn sat back and watched their efforts not to burn the weenies as he snacked on marshmallows and chocolate.

Once sufficiently grilled, Michael and Lillith placed the mini wieners on paper plates, passing the snacks between the three of them as they sat around the fake fire.

“I wish it was actually warm,” Lillith complained as she held her hands up to the feebly fluttering orange and yellow cloth.

“I could blow my hot breath on you,” Thorn teased, glimpsing the brief amusement in Michael’s lined features. Lillith stuck out her tongue in disgust. “In all seriousness, I’m sorry, Lilli, but I don’t quite trust you around open flame. If a lighter falls into your hands one day, that’s none of my business, but for now I don’t want you getting a taste for burning the house down, alright?”

“Fine…”

Once the food began to dwindle, Thorn led his family into the tent, zipping the flap closed behind them as they settled on their respective sleeping bags.

“Now what?” Lillith asked, hiding a smirk behind her hand as Michael had to lean forward slightly, being a bit too tall for the tent Thorn had purchased. Thorn cleared his throat as he pulled a book of Lewis Caroll’s poetry from his sleeping bag.

“Now I read you both to sleep and we enjoy the ambient sound of nature outside of the tent.” As he spoke, the sound of a passing car was terribly audible, breaking what was left of Lillith’s composure.

“Papa, papa, I think there’s an exotic animal outside…!” She laughed, making Thorn smile and roll his eyes. Michael watched her with a subtle adoration. “Do you know any animals that go vrrrroooom???”

“Oh, yes, very funny, Lillith…” Thorn sighed light-heartedly, opening his book. “Beats being out in the wilderness, don’t you think? You don’t have to go out in the bushes to do your business.”

“Heheh, yeah…”

[theterribletenno]

Shamir the Wyrm Queen Warframe

Just like Max it was no surprise to me that Shamir was a favorite of the season. Since most of the other frames from this season are rather simple and old-school I am going to try to make Shamir a bit more complex.

Health: 350 (450 at rank 30) Shields: 350 (450 at rank 30) Armor: 250 Energy: 100 (150 at rank 30) Sprint Speed: 0.95

Passive: Every time Living Ground and Nightcrawlers damage an enemy Shamir has a 30% chance to generate one third of a stack of Worm Food and every time Shamir kills an enemy with damage from any ability she is guaranteed to generate one third of a stack of Worm Food. Worm Food stacks fuel or empower Shamir's abilities. Worm Food has a maximum of 100 stacks.

Ability 1: Living Ground, 25 energy. Shamir designates a patch of ground in her sight over unrestricted range with a 12 meter radius to become infested with Golden Maws for 12 seconds, turning the area into a deadly trap as her monstrous pets churn just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce and bite. While an enemy is standing in the area of Living Ground they will be bitten by a golden maw once per second inflicting 150 points each of impact, puncture, and slash damage with 25% status chance and apply one of three effects with each having a 33.3% chance of occurring. If one of the effects cannot be triggered on the target the remaining two will have 50% chance to occur and if two of the effects cannot be triggered on a target then the last one is guaranteed to occur. A. Disarm: The enemy is disarmed, causing them to drop their currently equipped ranged weapon. This effect cannot trigger on enemies without a ranged weapon, enemies that have already been disarmed, or enemies which are otherwise immune to disarming. B. Ragdoll: The enemy is ragdolled for several seconds, rendering them helpless and vulnerable to melee finisher attacks until they are able to upright themselves. This effect cannot trigger on enemies which it has already affected within the last 10 seconds, enemies with overguard, or enemies which are otherwise immune to being ragdolled. C. Bleed: The enemy is guaranteed to recieve a slash status effect from the attack in addition to its normal status chance. Apart from enemies which are immune to slash status procs there are no conditions where this effect is prevented. Holding the ability key for Living Ground will highlight its target area in Shamir's energy color for precise positioning. Up to four instances of Living Ground can be active at once and casting the ability while four instances are already active will replace the oldest one. Living Ground's damage increases by 10 points of each damage type for every stack of Worm Food Shamir currently has.

Ability 2: Leech, costs 1 worm food (or 50 energy). If Shamir does not have at least one stack of Worm Food to spend on Leech it will instead cost 50 energy to activate. Leech summons up a long and slender golden maw to wrap around the enemy closest to Shamir's crosshairs within 30 meters which staggers all enemies within an 8 meter radius and trapping the target in the Leech maw's coils for the next 20 seconds. While coiled, the enemy is completely disabled as it stays held in place by the Golden Maw, becomes invulnerable to incoming damage, and slowly has its vital fluids and energy drained creating an aura with an 8 meter radius; when Shamir or her allies stand within the aura the leech feeds its stolen vitality to them, restoring 25% of their missing health per second, while draining 1% of maximum health per second from the victim. Pressing the ability key while aiming at an enemy coiled by Leech will release the victim early before duration expires. Damage from outside sources inflicted on the victim while it was invulnerable will be dealt in full when it is released, and all status effects it received will resume their effects.

Ability 3: Nightcrawlers, costs 5 worm food. Offering up several pieces of generated Worm Food Shamir summons up one of her three unique elite Golden Maws to join her in battle. If Shamir has none of her special maws currently summoned then each one has a 33.3% chance to be summoned when Nightcrawlers is cast, if she has one summoned the remaining two have a 50% chance to be summoned and if she has two of them active the final maw will be guaranteed to be summoned. Nightcrawlers can only have three maws summoned at once. Each unique elite Golden Maw lasts for 10 seconds or until killed. These maws have health, shields, and armor equal to 2x of Shamir's and their basic attack deals 500 damage of their specified element with a guaranteed status proc. For every stack of Worm Food Shamir currently has the unique elite Golden Maws' attacks deal an additional 20 damage. When one of the maws summoned by Nightcrawlers expires or is killed it bursts, dealing 5x its normal attack damage to all enemies within 8 meters. A. Caustic Maw: Deals pure corrosive damage and prefers to target the enemy with the highest armor value nearby. This maw's acidic saliva dissolves the corpses of enemies it kills, giving them a 60% chance to drop extra loot. B. Noxious Maw: Deals pure gas damage and prefers to target groups of enemies standing close to each other. This maw's normal attacks cleave, dealing partial damage to all enemies within striking distance. C: Virulent Maw: Deals pure viral damage and prefers to target the enemy with the highest max health nearby. This maw is able to perform finisher attacks on enemies that are vulnerable to melee ground finishers, parazon mercy kills, or are currently below 20% of their max health.

Ability 4: The Wyrm Turns, costs 1 worm food per second. Shamir reveals her final form, beautiful shame of the Empire, the corpse eating golden dragon. In her Wyrm form Shamir completely shapeshifts into an orowyrm-like monster that delivers death to all foes in its sight with terrible power and grace. In her Wyrm form Shamir's health, shields, and armor are all multiplied by 3, her movement is altered to resemble that of the orowyrms of Duviri, and she loses access to her normal weaponry in exchange for a pair of exalted weapons: Dragon's Breath and Golden Fangs. -Dragon's Breath is categorized as an exalted primary beam weapon for modding purposes, a flamethrower that fires a wide and long spray of pure heat damage with very high status chance and average crit. Enemies killed by Dragon's Breath will release a fiery explosion, dealing 5% of their max health to all other enemies within 8 meters as pure heat damage with a guaranteed heat status proc. -Golden Fangs is an exalted melee weapon that deals roughly even values of impact, slash, and puncture damage and has extraordinarily high per-hit damage but very slow attack speed and very high critical chance with normal status chance. For every stack of Worm Food Shamir consumes while in her Wyrm form her exalted weapons gain 1% bonus damage up to a maximum of 100%. Kills from Dragon's Breath and Golden Fangs have a 15% chance to generate one third of a stack of Worm Food.

Subsumed ability: Nightcrawlers (Activation cost is changed to 75 energy, synergy with Worm Food is lost.)

Signature Weapon: Blackwater. Shamir's signature weapon, a melee blade-and-whip that appears to be both Orokin in origin and infested in nature, yet another piece of her beautifully ugly and royally shameful existence as undertaker of the empire. Blackwater has high attack speed at the cost of below average per-hit damage, high critical chance and critical multiplier at the cost of low status chance. Blackwater deals mostly slash damage, moderate puncture and viral, and very low impact. As a unique passive effect every time the Blackwater lands a level one yellow critical hit the status chance on the hit is multiplied by 1.5x, 2x for level two orange crits, and 2.5x for all tiers of red crit; levels three and higher. As Shamir's signature weapon when she wields it every time the Blackwater crits it has a 5% chance to increase the critical hit's level by one.

Signature Companion: Conqueror. A special sentinel born through a combination of technocyte and Tenno ingenuity, a lethal companion whose half-infested nature mirrors the Warframes it protects. Conqueror has two unique precepts: Detritivore and Omnivore. Detritivore releases a total of eight viral bolts from the sentinel, each one fired 45 degrees apart and able to seek out and strike an enemy within its own 45 degree 30 meter targeting cone. If no enemy exists within its range the bolt will continue traveling outward from its point of origin searching for an enemy to strike for up to four seconds. Upon striking an enemy each bolt does 150 viral damage with a guaranteed viral status proc and heals Conqueror for 25 points. Healing from this effect can restore health, shields, and overshields. This precept has a 12 second cooldown. Omnivore launches a spherical singularity several meters in diameter which travels slowly in the direction it was fired with infinite punch-through lasting for 8 seconds. All enemies it passes through are dealt 600 magnetic damage with a guaranteed magnetic status proc. As it travels the sphere absorbs enemy attacks that pass through it, adding 10% of the absorbed attack's damage to the sphere's own. This precept has a 30 second cooldown. Conqueror includes the robotic companion weapon the Borer. Borer is a held-beam style weapon that accepts rifle mods and deals pure corrosive damage with very high status chance but very low critical chance. Borer's beam can chain up to 3 nearby enemies within 7 meters from the initial target, with each chain doing 75% of the previous chain's damage. As Shamir's signature companion when she and Conqueror are used in tandem Conqueror's overshield cap is doubled.

Closing Notes: Shamir is named after a legendary worm from the legends of Solomon which could dissolve stone, and in some apocryphal tellings was given to Solomon by Asmodeus. After drafting a few much more simple and old-school warframes I feel that Shamir is a breath of fresh, complicated air. She's no Rube Goldberg warframe but I like the interactions of her kit. Also, yes, Leech is nearly a one-for-one copy of Garuda's Blood Altar and I'm not apologizing. The reason her signature melee weapon is a blade and whip is because of the so-called "unholy trinity" of parasitic worms; roundworms, hookworms, and whipworms; so I gave her a melee weapon with a whip and hook. Her signature sentinel is named after the Conqueror Worm, a poem by Edgar Allen Poe.

[apex-academy]

Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#6)

The rest of the day is basic survival activities and a look around campus to check for any newly opened doors. Not hard to do quickly when the locked ones have enough wood nailed across them to start a good bonfire.

Can’t decide if this is better or worse. There could be useful things in those rooms, or at least something new to focus on, but...

...It’s also a break in the routine. The young master can’t keep opening up a new floor after every murder when there are only so many floors, but they could have at least unlocked one of these, right? Opening doors one by one would see us through a couple more rounds. And by then there wouldn’t be enough people left to keep the game going.

So it has to end eventually. Does keeping those doors locked mean the time is near? Or is there just too much of a threat to the young master behind them?

“Be great to be hopeful, but...”

Any which way, this can’t go on much longer.

I wrap up by heading to the main hall, just in case the front door is miraculously unlocked and we simply hadn’t checked, but I hear sloshing before I turn the corner.

“Hmm?”

I don’t smell blood—though there’s some smell I can’t identify immediately—so I slowly poke my head out from the other side of the wall. Ahead, at the mountainous mural that first greeted us here...

With something a little too low to be called a shriek, Kanagi slams a gush of black paint into the wall. It’s too thick to spread far, but it still reaches out to block a swath of actual painting with its spidery, globby fingers.

Her only companion at the moment scoffs.

“You call THAT ‘destruction’? PATHETIC!”

With a near-matching jug in his own grasp—can he even lift that with his toothpick arms?—Ichiriki flings a thinner layer of white paint across the wall like a fast-moving, dripping cloud.

“Yeaaaahhhhh!!”

“Dare I ask.”

Despite what is apparently just the beginning of the chaos, Ichiriki manages to notice me.

“Oh GREAT, one of the STICKS-in-the-mud.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, Kakumi!”

“You wanna come, like, distaste some property or whatever?”

“I TOLD you, we ONLY have the two of these, imbecile!”

“There’s, like, this thing called ‘taking turns’?”

“That is paint, isn’t it? Did you get back into the Art Room somehow?”

“Of COURSE we didn’t. These are from MY study hall, thank you very much.”

“But that isn’t chalk...” Yeah, genius observation. Good job.

“WHAT, you’ve never heard of PRIMING a canvas? UN-believable!”

No response would satisfy him, anyway, so I don’t bother. Apparently he doesn’t always draw straight onto the pavement? Not that I remotely care. 

“Exactly what are you trying to make with two colors, anyway?”

“Yo, there’s plenty you can do with two colors! Penguins, and soccer balls, and boxer dogs, and those, like...”

“...”

“...capyzebra dudes!”

“Ca...”

“That CLEARLY wasn’t even the QUESTION, you toad.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You here to complain ‘r wreck some crap?”

“YES!”

They turn back to the mural—or what’s left of it—to resume slinging paint. I back up before any spatter can get me. Or, well, I think some already got me, but black won’t show on this dress.

I’m not sure at this point who’s trying to create or destroy or whatever combination of the two, but that’s art for you, I guess. May the old mural rest in pieces. 

Wonder how much Apex Academy paid for that. Maybe a student did it instead? Though with the students in this place, that’d only make it worth more. Well, no telling now.

“Yo, you want a shot at it, dude?” She offers me her half-empty jug.

“Think I’m good... Didn’t exactly bring a good smock with me.”

“Boooo.”

“Oh, the COWARD can do whatever she WANTS!”

“But I am SICK and TIRED of this thing! GOOD! RIDDANCE!”

And there’s nothing left for me to do but stand and watch from a safe distance. The paint smell grows and stark spatters cross and drip and splash back, swallowing up piece by piece the first thing I ever saw inside this building.

“.........”

Good riddance, huh? I’d rather get out of the building than get rid of it, but... Can’t say it’s unsatisfying to watch.

On that note, I drift back to check the door, but...

...Same as always.

“...”

Not like I had high hopes, anyway.

Though speaking of high, I might need to head out before the paint fumes get any worse.

Just as I turn around...

“Wh-what’s going on here...?!”

Monochap rounds the corner in a hurry.

“What’s going on is THIS!”

She spins on her foot, paint container braced in both hands like she’s ready to launch it at him.

Uh, she isn’t, right?

“Eep!”

She slings the paint out, and I swear I see the liquid reaching its little fingers out towards him in slow motion. Is this enough to count as attacking him? I can’t see it doing real damage, but maybe all it takes is upsetting him with a big stain on his dress?

“Ka—!”

But slow motion or no, there’s nothing I can try to throw between them. Can’t sprint there in time, either. All I can do is watch...

...as Kanagi turns just enough for the paint not to hit, instead skirting past Monochap’s headwear to splash onto the floor.

“......”

What she lacks in self-control she makes up for with motor control, I guess.

“Wh-what was that for...?!”

“Just for fun, dude!”

Not fun for me! “P... Please don’t try that again.”

“Seriously! What a WASTE! I DON’T have more of these, REMEMBER?”

“Oh, like there’s anything wrong with splatting the floor instead. It’s, like, same diff.”

Ichiriki rolls his eyes hard enough to pull something and turns back to the wall. Monochap, meanwhile, shifts from foot to foot near the floor splatter like he’s spotted a mouse and doesn’t know which way he wants to run from it.

“Were you just making the rounds, or is there a problem?”

“They haven’t hit any cameras, for the record.”

“Oh, um...”

“It just seemed like something fun was happening, ehe...”

“I, um, never get invited to these things, s-so...”

“Yeah, there’s totally a reason for that, dude.”

“B-but! You’re using my colors and everything...!”

“Black and white don’t BELONG to you! You WORTHLESS heap of dainty FREAK!”

“W-wah...”

“Please leave before he can rant about it more.”

“Um, I guess... Okay...”

He looks from us to the wall, then slumps and scuttles away.

“All right, back to business.”

“Uhhh, I’m outta paint. Ich?”

“GET your OWN!”

“Like, yeah, that’s what I’m trying to do?”

I’ve seen enough squabbling for one day, so I leave them to it. Let’s go back to my room instead, where I’ll be able to breathe.

I reach for the handle.

“I’m still shaking a little...”

“......”

Even if we’re closer to the end, we’re still not safe. Even if no more of us turn against each other, we still have to worry about him. And after our last attempts to fight back, and all the punishments he’s dealt...

...That’s quite a lot to worry about.

But I won’t get much sleep if I focus on that. Best to unwind as much as I can tonight. We can go back to saving the world or whatever tomorrow.

Hopefully.

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[arwenkenobi48]

Film Update, Life, F/Os and A New Adventure

Hi everyone! Sry for the lack of activity here, there’s been a ton of stuff happening and for once it’s actually all positive!

First of all, some of the props I ordered to create my horror movie have already arrived and there’s more coming next week! Behold, the fake fox skull and the clapperboard.

At this point, I think filming will officially begin before the end of this month 💖

Secondly, I’ve been making some really good steps forward in terms of taking care of my mental health and have actually become consistently stable and happy for the past couple of weeks. I’m pretty excited for my work placement coming up soon as well.

I’ve been pining for my fictional others quite a bit as of late, too. The list of them has also expanded tremendously. I’ll post it at some post this weekend.

And last but not least, I have a new plan for an adventure. I’ve been needing one for a while and while I still have the Glastonbury trip on my to-do list, I E come across a potential once in a lifetime opportunity and I am determined to make it. But first of all, I need to explain how I found it in the first place.

A while back, I was reading one of my mythology books and came across a summary of the ancient Indian epic Ramayana. It piqued my interest and before I knew it I was going down a rabbit hole of discovering and absorbing as much content as I could surrounding this story. Then I found an anime film version of it from the early 90s and now I watch it virtually every day because I just love it that much. I’d heard about that film getting a 4K remaster but wasn’t sure where and when it would be released, when lo and behold, there’s going to be a screening of it in London in November!

So, my boys and I will be heading to the West End to see what is now one of my favourite animated movies ever! We’ll leave at daybreak, see the masterpiece and be back in time for tea. I can hardly wait! Been looking for a chance to properly treat myself tbh.

So yeah, everything seems to be going well. It’s all coming together, slowly but surely, and I’m very happy. 💖

(PS: Going to be resuming my new Doctor Hypnos story after Halloween, so stay tuned!)

[rescuefield-arch1]

when claire bought her ( now former ) new townhouse, her office had essentially been the kitchen island - every spare room mostly used for storage or a space for her rescues kids and guests to crash at. then again the basement was unfinished back then, taking forever to be fixed just to be turned into a gym and a game room; so much space which claire never really knew how to organise - reason why claire's glad for lara's help now that they've moved in together in the cottage. the last few boxes had been carried by both women in the smaller spare room on the ground floor, too little to have anyone sleep in it but just perfect for a desk and a few bookshelves.

"thanks for the help, hon." claire says flopping on the office chair, tone genuinely grateful as the smile offered to the other woman. finger hooks around the belt loop of lara's jeans to pull her closer, other arm looping around her thighs. "actually... i think i have a better way to thank you..." mischievous eyes look up as teeth bite on lower lip, just waiting for her wife to say anything before claire proceeds to carry on her plan to christen the office. "we need some curtains." she teases, hands gently guiding lara to sit on the desk while unbuttoning her jeans. "and these need to go off..."

eyes remain on the other as denims slowly slip down, teeth tugging at the hem of her underwear before pulling away. "i cant wait to have you all over the house." claire confesses lowly, nose brushing against fabric of lara's panties before pressing a kiss right at the center. thumb softly runs over covered slit and she can't help but moan feeling a little wet stain already forming on the fabric. hands plant on each thigh to spread them further, thumb resuming the same activity from earlier until it slips past the fabric. "so, what does ms redfield-croft want?"

teasing words are paired with a grin as middle finger finds its way inside lara, moving excruciatingly slow just for the sake of seeing how long it will take before her wife needs more. tongue licks against sleak slit as another finger is added, claire finally getting up to take off her own clothes. "wanna feel how wet i am for you right now?" she inquires, her wife's hand guided again fabric of her slips. a moan escapes her lips when digits begin to rub at her bundle of nerves. "yeah, right there honey..." a pause, head tilted back from pleasure before settling more comfortably in between lara's legs - heat rubbing against each other. "show me how bad you want me."

@croftborn - office sex: sender & receiver have sex in an office setting

[dawndelion-winery]

It's For My Research!

Dottore × GN! Reader

There are things only science can make Dottore do, and it seems dating was one of them

Hi yes I live, I'm vv sorry about the long hiatus, I've been v busy and still am but hopefully I can get back into writing more frequently again. Tysm to everyone for sticking around

You're fairly certain you've tried everything; every trick in the book, and still your very attractive friend - used very loosely - didn't seem to take notice of you. Any scrap of attention he threw your way was solely for progress in his work, and if you approached him first? He'd only entertain as far as your academic related request required - anything like small talk was quickly shut down, both by his dry responses and intimidating demeanor.

"Zandik, I need your help with a personal experiment. There's no one else who can help."

He halted his work momentarily, head tilting to the side ever so slightly, evidently intrigued at your request. However, he made no move to give you his full attention, slowly resuming his activities, albeit a little slower, since he was dividing his attention for you.

"And what, pray tell, would this experiment of yours entail?" His deep voice flowed like a stream, almost washing your mind to a blank before you snapped out of it. You suspected such would be the case, with his mere presence turning your legs into goo as you struggled to maintain your posture. You stood on the other side of his workbench and slid a few papers over - documents covering the effects of companionship and sentimental attachment on rationality. His gleaming red eyes flickered between the papers and you, and he finally scoffed as he set them down, keeping his gaze lowered. Well, it wasn't like you expected to be successful given how he avoided you.

You muttered an apology and were about to turn on your heel when he raised his head with a dastardly cocky, heart-stopping grin, enchanting scarlet eyes rooting you to the spot.

"You would have me fill the role of your companion for this paper?" Zandik mused. He leaned forward, both palms flat on the workbench as his face inched closer to yours. "Or is it simply an excuse for you to be near me?"

His forehead was almost pressed against yours, a stray lock of his hair falling in front of your eyes like how his breath fell on your lips with his soft whisper.

"I-I really do need to write a report, Zandik." You were embarrassed by how shaky your voice was, betraying the effect he had on you as though he wasn't already well aware of it.

"On this topic specifically? My dear, if you're going to try manipulate me, don't make it so blatantly obvious what you truly want." With his height, he easily made long strides around the workbench, backing you against it to tease you further. He took ahold of your face with his gloved hand, lightly squeezing your cheeks so that your mouth parted slightly as he ran his thumb over your lower lip. "No matter...I'll humour you this time. I am so terribly curious as to how far you'll push your luck with me, so do try your best to entertain...for if you do, I just might throw you a bone and...indulge you further."

You screwed your eyes shut the closer his face got to yours, nervously anticipating his lips meeting yours. Naturally, you were left embarrassed once again when you felt his warmth grow distant and found him back at work, chuckling at how easily you turned to putty at his gestures.

Oh what a bastard he was. And how that bastard did make your heart run laps.

~

As a responsible scholar, you made sure to keep a daily record of your time with Zandik, noting every observation and thought you deemed important and relevant. All of this, of course, Zandik watched in amusement, still in disbelief you'd actually commit to the act.

And true to his word, he did indulge you every so often since you kept him entertained. From a casual arm around your shoulder to the spontaneous kisses to your palm, it seemed his idea of "rewarding" you was to fluster you.

~

A few months in and you'd expected the novelty of it to die down for Zandik. Yet it seemed he wasn't entirely opposed to sticking around until you let him go.

"My dear," he began. "Exactly how long does it take for you to obtain sufficient data for this?"

And there it was. You hesitated to answer, your mind racing for anything that might be a satisfactory reason for him.

"No need to answer. As thorough as you're trying to be, it's only natural you're nowhere near as competent as myself. I completely understand if you insist on clinging to me with what little you have."

He was just downright offensive. Word wise, at least. There was something less distant about his tone. Now that you had finally stopped swooning at the sound of his voice, you were able to develop some familiarity with his various intonations and subtle tells.

You laughed it off, knowing how much of an ass he could be. "Whatever you say, my darling." Feeling bold, you straightened your notes and planted a quick peck on his cheek before rushing off to submit them.

Zandik's eyes widened. And then his face fell into its usual self satisfied smirk as his eyes followed your retreating figure.

"To think that your silly hypothesis would apply to me as well...my dearest."

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[vermillionbun]

A silent promise

    I apologize for taking so long, I hit a bit of a writers block -v-’’’ I also apologize to the people who commented about wanting to be added to the taglist. For whatever reason tumblr doesn’t let me comment on anyone's posts, including mine. Also, I’m open to requests if anyone is interested, but please, if you have a request write as an ask, so I can respond. Hope you enjoy! ^^

Warnings: brief mention of sex trafficking and fighting rings, I promise the end is fluff

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Going into your room, you expect to see a small black and green cat tangled in your sheets again, but to your surprise there’s a relatively young man with black hair and green at the tips covered with your sheets, but there were two things that stood out to you. The first were his eyes. Glowing amber eyes staring at you, a red eye-liner lining his eyelids. Eyes you most definitely couldn’t mistake. At first it would seem unbelievable, but your gut screamed that that was the kitten you saved. That was Xiao. And even if you didn’t listen to your gut, the cat ears on his head and tail popping out from under the sheets most definitely convinced you.

Both of you stood frozen still, staring at each other, an awkward silence enveloping you two. It was obvious neither of you expected for this to happen.

Gathering all the courage at the moment, you decide to confirm your suspicions. “Umm, Xiao? Is that you?...”. Hesitance was evident in your voice. It is quite a bold statement to assume the person laying in your bed is the cat you were nursing to health. And it seems he knew that too.

With a small and stiff nod, your assumptions were confirmed. Silence, again. Neither of you knew what to do. 

“I hope it doesn’t come off as rude, but what’s going on?”. His ears twitch at your voice and his gaze shifts to the side. He seemed… embarrassed? “Well, as you already know, you saved me from bleeding to death, to which I owe you my gratitude. It seems that the doctors you took me to didn’t figure out exactly what I am and assumed that I’m just a regular cat”. 

Curiosity taking over, you cut him off. “Wait, if not a cat then what are you?”. A look of annoyance flashes in his eyes, before resuming to talk. “I’m what you humans call a catboy. We can choose between a cat form and a more human form, albeit the cat ears and tail. We prefer to stay as cats for… safety precaution, to put it simply. It usually takes us years of building trust with a human to show them our more human form, but there are always exceptions such as these”. 

The “safety precaution” bit both confused and concerned you. “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you mean by “safety precautions”?”. Xiao’s body tenses up, tail slowly curling around him and ears lowering as he gives you a panicked look. You also tense up at that. ‘Oh no, I said something wrong didn’t I’.

“I-it’s alright! You don’t need to.. an.. swer…”. Realization quickly dawned on you, a look of worry and horror crawling up your face. It has been circulating recently around the internet about underground sex trafficking and fighting rings with half human half animal creatures, with half dog and half cat being the most common. The police have been busting a lot of those rings, saving many of those like Xiao, but they can only do so much. It isn’t easy to find the rings in the first place. There’s a couple of shelters where volunteers help take care and find a home to the poor beings and you were planning to see if you could take one and give them a home, a place where they don’t have to fear for their lives or do… inappropriate activities to hopefully get fed and avoid further abuse. At least that was the plan, but it seems like fate decided to set you up with a catboy a bit earlier than expected.

“Achem, sooo… You were telling me how we ended up in this situation?”. Thankful to you not expanding on the previous topic, Xiao relaxes a bit. “Yes, as I was saying, the doctors failed to recognize what I am and in turn didn’t inform you. When catboys are in a frail state we remain in the last form we took, since we don’t have enough energy to switch. In my case I last turned into a cat and stayed as such until today. I was feeling better than previously, so I wanted to test out if I could transform if a need for it arose, but it seems I didn’t account for the time and you walked in on me like… this.” He pulled the covers towards him a bit more, tightening his grip on them.

“I see, but, why’re you wrapped in my blanket like burrito?”. Xiao’s face went beet red, stuttering over his words. “W-well, one downside when it comes to transforming is that the clothes I wear when I’m in half human form don’t, ummm…” He was throwing you side-glances, hoping you’d catch on to what he meant, which you did. “O-oh! I-umm, I can let you borrow a t-shirt and shorts if you’d like?”. An almost inaudible ‘yes please’ left his lips as he buried his face beneath the blanket.

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You were now sitting in your living room, trying to calm yourself down from what transpired minutes ago. Your face was still warm, but at least it wasn’t overheating, so that’s good. Faint footsteps alerted you of Xiao entering the living room.

Looking up, you saw the catboy standing still next to the wall, tail moving slightly as he looked everywhere, but you. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and black shorts, both baggy on him, if the collar being lower than it should be and the elastic on the shorts being tied tighter than normal say anything. He also seemed a bit uncomfortable, probably due to his tail having to go over the back instead of there being a hole like the clothing made specifically for catboys you’ve seen.

“What now?”. That grabbed Xiao’s attention, his eyes shifting to look at you, a bit of panic showing in them if you looked at them carefully. “What do you mean?” Your eyebrows crease, small amounts of worry evident in your features. “Well, if you were just a cat I would’ve probably taken you to a local shelter, but you aren’t, so that’s out of the plan. Well, not really, there is a catboy shelter not that far from here-” The sound of a rip stopped your musings. Xiao’s hands were shaking, eye’s blown wide with fear swirling in them. His hands were gripping onto the pant of his shorts, his claws easily ripping through the fabric from too much pressure.

“Or you could stay with me, if you wish”. His head and ears snapped towards you, hope filling his now on the verge of tears eyes. “Really? I can? Are you sure I’m not gonna be too much of a burden-”. “Xiao.” He shuts up, nervously waiting for you to say something. And say something you did. “I’m more than sure. You aren’t and never will be a burden. I was going to look for a companion soon anyways”.

Xiao lunges at you, catching you by surprise. He buries his head in the crooks of your shoulder as a warm liquid starts trickling down your shoulder and soaking your shirt. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you”. Repeated whispers of ‘thank you’ came from Xiao, as his trembling hands clung to you.

You wrap your arms around him, engulfing him with warmth Xiao doesn’t remember feeling. He presses his body even closer to yours as he continues to cry, little hiccups appearing from time to time. Looking down at the catboy in your arms, a small smile creeps up your face as you begin to run your hand through his hair. ‘I promise you Xiao. I promise that you’ll never have to go through the horrendous experiences you’ve endured ever again. Not while you're with me’.

Laying in each others’s comforting embrace, you continue to pet his head as a silent promise was made and your smile grew at the thought of what the future holds.

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[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐶𝑂𝐷𝐸 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Steve is angry on you for behaving recklessly and you decide to let him take his anger out on you in a very unprofessional way...

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Unprotected sex, spanking, shower sex, rough sex, hair pulling, handjob, choking, PWP (porn with a very little plot... wait who am I lying to? It’s porn.) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

For my sake, your sake, your mom’s sake and for the betterment of the entire world, if you are a minor, please do not read this!🔞

Beta’d by the wonderful @lex-the-flex But all mistakes are mine

This is my first time writing smut, so please be kind 🥺 It’s filth... absolutely filth, even I can’t believe I’ve written this 🤦🏽‍♀️ I hope to god my mom never finds this and Marvel is probably gonna sue me for writing this.

“Steve!”

You exclaimed as he shut the door right in front of your face. Closing your eyes, you pressed your face to the door and sighed. You wanted to bang the door until he opened and explain Steve that all you did was your job. But you didn’t, instead you went to your own room next door and sulked.

You and Steve were on a mission to take down a hydra base. For the first few days, all you both did was map out the building. Once sure enough of your plans, you had finally breached it this morning.

In the beginning everything was just as expected. But then during the fight, you had spotted a man aiming his gun at an unaware Steve and like the love crazed woman you were, you shielded Steve with your own body.

Gladly Steve realised it before the damage was done and quickly held the shield in front of your both, deflecting the bullet. At your stunt, he had clenched his jaw and given an angry glare to you and had resumed fighting.

You had thought that was the extent of his anger at your carelessness, but apparently you were wrong. Steve hadn’t spoken a word to you after that. He had been silent throughout the entire ride to the hotel.

As he kept on fuming with unspoken anger, you tried your best to mend the situation by repeatedly calling out his name and talking about random things to yourself.

You actually didn’t know why he was angry. Agreed it was a stupid decision to be standing in front of a bullet, but you did it to save your teammate, at least that’s what you justified it with.

The truth was you were hopelessly in love with Steve Rogers. Soon after you had joined the avengers, you and Steve had become best friends. You hadn’t even planned on befriending him, forget about falling in love.

But with all his charm and naivety it was impossible not to fall for him. Not to mention his godly body. With the way he sometimes got flustered in front of you, you thought he felt something for you too, but you canceled it down by calling it wishful thinking.

While you both shared all your problems and worries with each other, you kept your emotions under wraps.

When you had seen the man aim his gun at Steve, your heart had literally stopped beating. The thought of living in a world without Steve in it was much more harrowing than your own death. So you did what you had to.

But now his silence was speaking louder than his words. It wouldn’t have felt this bad if he had scolded you or given you one of his long boring lectures, but this tactic of not talking with you was hurting you much worse.

The entire time you stripped out of your Kevlar suit and bathed, your mind was occupied by Steve’s silence. No matter how much you thought, you still couldn’t understand what had made him so mad.

After all, signing up with the avengers meant you would get into fights and get injured. The mantle of being an avenger came with a few broken bones.

And you weren’t the first to make such risky decisions during a mission, there had been many before you and there would be many after. So what was all this fuss about?

As you were pacing around your room, chewing your bottom lip, you stopped suddenly and took in a sharp breath. You couldn’t go back with this mess. Whatever it was, you had to sort it out and for that you needed to talk.

Deciding that it was now or never, you stepped out of your room and stood in front of Steve’s. You placed your ear on the door to check for any activity but there was none. You hoped to god he hadn’t fallen asleep.

Gathering all the strength you had, you knocked on the door, once, twice... thrice. But there was still no response. This had your mental alarms ringing. Steve sure wouldn’t ignore you this much, what if he was in danger?

Thinking of the worst case scenario, you crouched down and started picking the lock with your hair pin. As you opened the door and entered the room, you finally heard the noise of cascading water.

You huffed out a breath of relief. All this time he was just taking a shower and you thought about the possibilities of him getting murdered; you sure were an over thinker.

You didn’t know why but your feet weren’t retreating from the room. The sane part of your brain was telling you to go and come back later. And yet you stood awkwardly straight in the middle of his room.

You didn’t know how it happened, you swear to god didn’t realise. But all of a sudden you were standing in front of the bathroom door. You were burning with warmth from head to toe and you could listen to your heart beat in your ear.

Placing one hand on the door and the other on the knob, you tried to think for a moment. But somehow, your brain couldn’t process anything, except Steve. You slowly turned the knob and the door creaked open.

If Steve asked you what you were doing, which he definitely was going to, you would answer that you were sleepwalking or maybe you were possessed by a horny ghost. You wondered which one was more plausible.

The sight which greeted you was better than any you had ever seen. Steve was standing with his broad back facing you, glistening under the trickling water droplets.

His muscled expanse was stretched out magnificently under the shower, the water making rivulets into the grooves of his chiseled back. He straightened visibly under your watchful eye as he became aware of your entrance.

You waited for his scolding as you nibbled your bottom lip. You waited for him to tell you how immoral and indecent this was. You waited for him to fire you on the spot.

But nothing came from his side except strained breaths. It was as if he was doing some physical exertion by standing ramrod straight. As he tensed, his back muscles flexed even more and you wanted nothing more than to lick up the water drops.

Your mouth had fallen open and you were already panting and his body wasn’t the only thing wet. Seeing that he was neither bursting with anger nor reprimanding you for your actions, you decided to let your eyes wander further.

Your body lit itself on fire the moment you eyed his sculpted glutes. It was definitely, undoubtedly America’s ass. God, the things you wanted to do to him and the things you’d let him do to you.

You looked up to see Steve had turned his head a little and was staring at you through the corner of his eye. Taking that as a hint, you walked further until you were inside the shower.

The water seeped through your clothes as you stood right behind Steve. You were so close that the only thing in front of your eyes was his broad back. Yet he didn’t turn to face you.

Your hand shivered despite the warm water as you touched his back. That simple contact passed an electric current through Steve and you could hear his audible gasp.

Keeping one hand on his back, you moved your dominant hand further onto his chest. After palming his abs for sometime, you snaked your hand further down.

But before you could reach your destination, a strong hand curled around your wrist, limiting your movements. “Don’t.” It was the first word he had said to you after the mission.

His voice was hoarse and deep and you wondered if it was possible for you to come just with his voice. “But what if I want to?” You really were possessed, because you definitely didn’t have this much confidence.

Unexpectedly, your defiance worked and he loosened his hold, though he didn’t remove his hand. When you finally touched his warm cock, which was standing hard proudly, you moaned and buried your face into his back.

“Fuck.” Steve cursed as you rubbed him. You had heard him cursing a few times before, but listening to it now just melted you into a puddle. You pressed your face further into his back as you kept palming him, his hand was still on your wrist as a reminder, though he wasn’t guiding your movements.

You wondered how he would fit inside you, as you were barely able to curl your hand around his massive length. One second you were jerking him off and the next you were pinned to the wall, facing him. You blinked rapidly to steady your senses.

The hand he had used to pull you forward was now held against the wall and you had placed the other on his chest. His entire body was blushing hard and his face was just as flustered as yours.

Steve placed his hand gently on your cheek, a stark contrast to his previous actions. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips as first but he didn’t go any further.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you stared at him in confusion. Noticing the question on his face, you realised he was asking for permission. Nodding your head rapidly, you replied with a breathy yes.

That’s all it took for him to smash his face into yours. His kiss wasn’t a perfect or a practiced one, but what he lacked in experience, he made it up with his passion and edge.

You were actually tongue fucking each other and you didn’t regret a moment. You were close to eating each other’s faces off when you finally parted.

You panted and arched your back, exposing your neck as he sucked down your jaw to your neck. Without giving you a moment to gather yourself, he tore your tank top right through the middle.

And the only thing your mushy brain capable of saying was, “Holy shit.” It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. The way his arms flexed as he tore the fabric made you gush.

He discarded the now useless tank top carelessly on the floor and bent down to suck your nipples. You were about to go to sleep and thus weren’t wearing any bra. You let out an unholy moan at the sensation and the sight of him suckling you.

You carded your hands through his hair only for him to take your hands and pin them back to the wall. “Oh Steve.” As you moaned his name, he looked up at you through his lustrous blue eyes.

All of a sudden he let go of your hands and nipple and as you whimpered in dissatisfaction, he quickly tugged your pants down. He practically growled at the sight of you naked in front of him.

He placed his hands on your ass as he knead it while simultaneously kissing you stupid. He shifted his hands from your ass to your thighs and in one swift motion picked you up.

You hadn’t ever been picked up by anyone before and for once you were glad that Steve had taken the serum. He carried you out of the shower and into the room.

You were going to complain about how you were going to ruin the carpet with water when he all but gently threw you into the bed, face down.

You gathered yourself on your hands and knees just as he positioned himself behind you. Steve didn’t know what got into him when he saw your ass perched up in the air, but he went absolutely feral.

He wanted to talk and tell you things, but currently he was incapable of doing anything but devour you. He placed his huge palms on your ass and started kneading, but the thing he did next, took you by absolute surprise.

He spanked your ass, hard. At the contact you let out a loud surprised shriek. You had no idea captain America was a kinky little shit, not that you were complaining.

While you were turned on beyond your senses, Steve mistook your surprise for pain. He snapped out of whatever haze had taken over him, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You looked back at Steve with confusion. “God. No. Steve, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it.” You said with such shyness as if you hadn’t just given him a handjob moments ago.

“Do more.” You asked and he delivered. Steve understood that you wanted it rough, and who was he to deny. He spanked your ass thrice more, alternating the cheek, in quick succession, only to rub it gently later.

He kept up with the contrast of quick spanks and gentle kneads until you sobbed with wrecked pleasure and delightful pain.

When you came back from your blissful high, you realised Steve was pressing soft kisses to your back. You strained your neck at an odd angle and pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was gentle and filled with adoration and love, a great disparity to what just happened. Steve was rutting against your ass as he deepened the kiss.

Parting from the kiss, he took hold of his cock and jerked it a few times before rubbing himself against your drenched folds. You were already so dripping that you didn’t need any extra stimulation.

Finally he pushed in the tip and you moaned like in heat at the sweet pressure. Gladly he gave you a moment before pushing slowly further, inch by inch.

No matter how wet, or in a sex haze you were, you both knew he wasn’t easy to take. All the while, Steve was muttering praises and soft words to you.

When he finally bottomed out, you both moaned out with pleasure. After giving you some time to adjust, he pulled back only to push back in with a measured but powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck!” Overcome with pleasure, you slapped a hand on the headboard to hold yourself steady while you clutched Steve’s ass with the other to hold him as close to you as possible.

He began with slow yet hard thrusts but soon he changed rhythm and started fucking you in earnest. The headboard rattled against the wall as Steve held your shoulder with one hand and supported you both with another placed firmly on the bed.

You had got a hundred dreams about Steve railing the shit out of you. But nothing matched the actual thing.

Steve experimentally wove his fingers through your hair and when you let out something between a moan and a demand for more, he clutched and pulled it tightly making your eyes roll back with euphoria.

“Stevveee, I... Stevie, I’m close,,... oh fuck!” The only thing you could do was moan wantonly and take everything Steve gave you.

Just as Steve felt your walls quivering, he pulled out. He groaned with frustration as you were so so close. But before you could formate any words, he flipped you around.

“I want to watch you as you come for me.” He said bending down to press a kiss. This time, he entered you in one swift motion.

Curling a hand around his neck, you held the head board with other as you arched into his touch. He was grunting loudly and his voice was having more effect than it should have on you.

You were close, so very close, but you needed more, something more. “Steve, choke me.” You whimpered. Steve faltered for a moment before realising what you had said.

When Steve placed his hand delicately on your throat, which you had exposed to him, you knew you were going to have the best orgasm of your life.

Steve squeezed your throat, and at that very second, you orgasmed like never before. Your toes curled and legs shook uncontrollably as you babbled nonsense.

You felt as if you saw the deepest crevices of the universe and snorted the most powerful drug as white pleasure enveloped you.

Steve, in spite of his super soldier stamina, gave in to pleasure as your walls hugged him tight. With a shout, he came deep within you.

After the pleasure faded and the fatigue had set in, you both laid limply within a tangle of limbs and in each other’s embrace.

“Steve.” You croaked as he kept on prepping you with kisses. He only hummed in response. “I love you.” At that the kisses stopped.

You worried if this was the end of everything, but when you looked up in his eyes, you knew it was just the beginning. His eyes were filled with love.

“I love you too.” He smashed your lips once again and you responded just as enthusiastically. “I can’t think of living without you. You mean everything to me.

When I saw you in front of the gun, I was so scared. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to save you.” You caressed his face as you said, “But you did. And I know you always will Steve.”

“That I will.” You knew that Steve would keep you safe. You knew that in his warm embrace, nothing in this world would touch you.

“Steve, if you ever get mad at me, talk to me, scold me, give me on of your boring lectures if you want, but please don’t stop talking to me.”

“If ignoring you is going to lead to this, then I’ll probably give you the silent treatment.” He chuckled as you punched him playfully.

You couldn’t believe you were in love with this goof, or that he was just as in love with you.

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note: sorry i wasnt as active :( ive also been working on writing another chapter for one my ao3 fics ; havent wrote anything for robin in a while so here is this you and robin dancing at the prom shii 😈 ALSO I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS SIDOSKSOWOA

[22:17]

"Robin? I thought you weren't coming!" you said excitedly, looking at her sitting down on a plastic chair.

"Yeah, well, here I am," she said, avoiding eye contact with you.

"What's wrong?" you pulled a chair and sat down next to her, taking her hand in your own, at which her eyes opened wide.

"Oh-- It's n-nothing," she stuttered, "I guess- I don't have anyone to dance with. It's fine, really."

"Why don't you go and look after someone? Oh, see? Fred is also sitting awkwardly in a corner."

"Fred is not exactly the type of person I'm looking for," she accentuated the word person, lightly kicking the air with her legs.

"Why don't we dance then?" you suddenly said excitedly, leaning towards her and seeing her eyes light up, but she quickly looked away.

"Are you sure people wouldn't stare?"

"Why?"

"Because we're both... girls?"

"Don't worry about that! Let them stare!" you grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor despite her protests, perfect timing because the band invited had started playing another good dance song.

"I don't know how to dance--" she laughed, stomping her feet on the ground and accidentally stepping on your shoe, which made you step on her shoe back, as revenge. Both of you giggled as you tried to figure out how you were going to keep both of your legs intact by the end of the night in an attempt to burst some moves.

"Oh, already a slow song?" you noticed, putting your arms around her neck. Robin became clearly nervous, her cheeks red and palms sweaty, looking around the room to find her previous seat. "We don't have to do this. Unless... you want to?" you whispered to her, feeling your heart jumping out of your chest and your breath slowing down gradually.

"I-- do want to dance with you, Y/N."

Both of you looked at each other with parted lips, gazing into each other's eyes to find any sign of doubt, but you only saw each other's reflections. She hesitantly put her arms around your waist, slowly pulling you closer.

"Aren't you worried people are going to... talk?" you mumbled, contradictory to what you had said earlier, barely audible because of the music. Both of you slowly moved side to side, not breaking eye contact. You could feel your hands struggling to stay still, and your stomach was invaded with a swarm of butterflies from the way Robin looked at you.

"Let them talk. They're just going to think I have the prettiest girlfriend in the world," she chuckled, a soft smile plastered on her face as her hands gripped your waist tighter to signify you couldn't leave her now. Your eyes went wide open, and the only sound you could get out was a weak laugh, moving your gaze to your shoes.

You suddenly put your head on her shoulder in a swift motion, at which she stopped dancing for a second. You could hear her breathe accelerate as she held you in a tight embrace, continuing to move along the rhythm of the music with you until it stopped. You returned to your previous position, standing still in front of her and resuming the so-longed eye contact.

"So..." she started, "You wanna go eat something?"

"Yeah, let's go!" you took her hand and round out of the school to your car, the wind blowing in your faces as your laughs filled the empty parking lot. It was going to be a long night. But it was so worth it.