#i mean. same?? it's fine I got a short torso

[no-omo-bro]

I can't lie I do love how weed will make me go from "too sad and depressed to even think about sex" to "I bet I could have a spontaneous orgasm if I thought hard enough about it right now"

(I haven't managed yet but I will keep trying. I think being stoned is the key.)

[notsunnyowo]

Iᖴ YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑎ'T ᗷEᗩT TᕼEᗰ - ᒍOIᑎ 'Eᗰ

ᑭᗩᖇT 2

Part 1

Summary: After experiencing the thrill of being flustered for the first time - Satoru Gojo decides he needs to feel it again

Content: Fluff, Flirt! Gojo, Female! Reader (AFAB), Teen! Gojo x Teen! Reader (Reader is the same age as Gojo)

Word Count: 631

Satoru Gojo was on a mission.

Get the pretty new girl in his class to flirt back with him.

Ever since getting a taste of what it felt like to be on the receiving end of the flirting game, Satoru was hooked.

He desperately needed to feel the same emotions the new girl had somehow managed to stir within him.

And he was going to get what he wanted.

He always did.

And so- That's how his 'mission' started.

After that fateful day in your classroom, Satoru stepped up his game. He was a determined young fella. One that, when he set his mind to something, did everything in his power to obtain his goal.

Yet despite Satoru's persistence, you didn't seem to be doing what he was hoping for so desperately. That, however, didn't necessarily mean that his actions weren't getting to you. You hadn't even realized it when you started to actually enjoy his flirting attempts.

"Oh? What's this?" Satoru chirped, large frame shifting as he looked down at you. "You, giving me the time of day?" He grinned. Earlier that day, Satoru had come to you with another cheezy pick-up line and you'd actually giggled at it. To say that the young sorcerer was ecstatic would be an understatement. He was on cloud nine. "What's changed?" He cooed, tone dropping an octave as he continued. "Finally admit I'm hot as hell?~" Looking back at him, you tried to hold your serious expression, you really did, but there was something about the way Satoru had you practically pinned against the wall made your expression falter. You could feel the rosy blush slowly climbing up your neck, threatening to tint your checks with its vibrant rosy color. "You wish." Your reply was short, for you feared that if you were to continue speaking Gojo might notice the falter in your voice. You mentally scolded yourself for the way your heart thumped faster with each passing moment you spent so close to him. Letting out an amused chuckle Satoru teased. "You're such a bad liar, sweetcheeks." Gently raising a hand to grab your chin, forcing you to look straight up at him he continued. "You know I've been trying to date you for how long..? -Think it's been around six months." He said referring to somewhere in the beginning of the school year. "And yet, you're still givin' me the cold shoulder." God he was so close. Way too close. "What's a guy gotta do to get a date with you huh?" His words were so smooth, rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. You'd think they were some rehearsed lines for a romance movie. As your eyes met with his, you could feel the way your body reacted to him. The way goosebumps traveled across your torso to your arms, not to mention the way heat rushed to your cheeks. Fuck it. "That's what you want?" You asked, shooing his hand away from your face. "Fine then. You can take me out on a date this weekend." Did he hear that right? Did you really just agree to go out on a date with him? And that easily?? There it was again. That familiar warm feeling in his chest. Satoru looked back at you, his checks involuntarily turning a soft shade of pink. If you only knew the things you did to him. "Pick you up at seven, sweetcheeks." Quickly composing himself the young man took a step back from you. And with that he left, mostly because Satoru wasn't sure how much longer he could hold his excitement in him and not let it show. Meanwhile you were left there staring at his retreating form, with an amused smile on your lips. "Let's see what you've got, Satoru Gojo."

Author Note:

Wrote this while I was supposed to be sleeping so it might not be the best-

Regardless I hope you had fun reading! :)

[haechurch]

thirst.

that's how you feel about this guy. he's making you... thirsty.

inspired from thirsty by aespa. (you guys might dont think thirsty by aespa as what i am thinking... its actually a tHIRST SONG. a song that is about *THIRST*)

w. blowjob, pussy eating, slapping, pet names, cum slut rdr!!! breeding kink, hint of catching feelings maybe, idk but it might sound so horny and dirty, unprotected sex, just minors dni

he's making you thirsty. so when he gave in for the first time (or is it you? you do not recall) he keeps making you come back for more, it haunts you like crazy and eventually you can't endure the torture anymore, like a vampire who's been fed by blood, you hunt for another unless you die.

I'm knocking on you again

The sight gently swaying on the sparkling water surface every day

you are roommates. the idea of getting a life under the same roof with some random boy concerns you for the first time, but now you definitely thank heavens. because damn, he's fine af. every morning he would cook his own eggs, brew his own coffee.. with low training pants hanging dearly around his hips, messy black hair, glasses, and every time he wore that plain white t-shirt. how can be a shirt making someone look like that. hot. he's fucking hot.

his body proportion is a perfection you would say, never you saw someone built like that before, and you convince that god indeed has a favorite. a man who got to be looking so fine in just a white plain fucking t-shirt.

it hugged his torso perfectly. when he's doing his thing in the kitchen, his back deliciously on display while you sit on the dining table which is placed in front of the kitchen counter and it's not exaggerated to be said that it is a perfect spot to appreciate the view, just as you meant to be.

you can't help but stare and stare, unconsciously nipping, licking, and pressing your lips together, sighing then coughing when you found yourself not quiet enough to cover your act of drooling, and one thing you can't help so badly is pressing your thighs together under the table, aggressively.

he wouldn't know.

until one night he heard you getting off when you believe he left the house and you thought you heard him that he's gonna come back late. but he didn't.

the thing is, you do believe he's not home when you finished your business and get out of your room, lights even from the kitchen were off, but then you suddenly hear a deep voice coming from his unlocked space.

"having fun?"

"fuck! what the hell?!?" you jumped as you clutched on your chest, utterly shocked. he sits on the edge of his bed which can be seen as the doors open. the shit eating grin on his face got your heartbeat running even faster.

"the fuck were you doing? how long have you been there??" you trying to be sounds normal and honestly you thought you did a great job. except for the fact the he's been there. all the time.

"who would've thought the girl that has been acting all shy and quiet..."

he pause and gesturing some random swirls with his fingers in the air before he continue, "..is actually a beast."

you rolled your eyes, "what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean, don't acting all innocent now i heard you."

"so? i'm just having my time it's none of your business seriously. you're exaggerating things."

"oh? so you're touching yourself with the thought of me was exaggerating? do you even realize how loud you were? i almost barging into your room to help you out when you call my name but i decided to give you respect.." your face flushed, he's eyeing you from head to toe as he wet his lips, ".. for your personal space,"

"haha so thoughtful" you cleared your throat then rolled another eye, arms folded sternly.

"you're so irresistible... always thought that you never want me.." he get up from his bed and walking straight to where you stand and you thoughtlessly unfold your arms guardless when he stand this close to your body.

"such a pretty girl.. wearing this thin tank top with nothing underneath but shorts? tsk."

he grab at your hand and bring your fingers in front of his face, nosing at your fingers, the right fingers you use for getting yourself off, and inhales sharply before he took it to his mouth to suck.

"what the fuck...?" you gasp at his act, face contorted in disgust, but to be honest, made you turn on at the same time.

"i should've known this sooner... never thought that you're gonna be so... slutty."

even though he wasn't the type that aggressively makes move. you were so stupid to think that he's just as shy as you, and dull, but as today happens you have to acknowledge that he's just good at holding back. and that with much respect, as he was saying. even so, the way he behave tonight.. you couldn't be more aroused. can't believe you two keep your hands off each other just to know that both of you are actually desperate to fuck each other.

The more I touch you, the more thirsty

I'm sure it's full, but I'm thirsty (Yeah I gotcha' boy)

his hands are currently all over your body. inviting him to your room is a big big mistake. from considering to be a sweet hearted kind of guy and help you folding your laundry, you have your legs being folded instead as he eat you out messily. so messy that the sound of slurping and your juices make you cringe. but damn it feels so good, he do it so right it leaves you blabbering nonsense you didn't know you let out. you squeeze your thighs together and pull on his hair, hip lifted so high onto his face to press your own pleasure cause it feels too much, but too good.

it's been a while since he caught you on the other day, and it's always him giving you head and not vice versa. he sensed that you don't want to do the same thing and didn't ask about it either, in fact, he's pretty content that he can have his way with you and eat you out gladly whenever he desires. but it's just the fact that you're actually holding back.

you want him. you want to suck on those dick that god knows he's beyond hard after when he had his way with you, but the thought of getting addicted to him already makes you unsettled. what if you become like, dependent? or what if you keep looking for him because you always wanted a taste? what if you liked him? it's the same as playing with drugs, it's so tempting that the moment you got a taste, you'll be addicted. need more, and more, more of him.

it's morning again. him with his pieces of clothing and standing behind the counter where he can see you clearly. you're sitting on the sofa in the living room which faces directly at the kitchen. he may look busy doing his thing, but he won't miss the way you look at him like a starving woman. you're staring so hard. staring at his crotch, in fact. you're so lost that you miss the way his eyes watching you, smirking in amusement like he knows exactly what you were thinking.

"angel."

you twitched at his remark, nearly dropping your bowl at the moment.

"i know you want me." he's straight to the point. it makes you bewildered that you let your mouth open and close with no words to let out.

now it feels so much harder to resist him. you can't hold on any longer.

"c'mere." you know he's controlling you. and you know you wouldn't disobey him for once. so you get up with a huff pretending that you don't like any of the ideas in his head right now and making a beeline to stand in front of him.

"what do you want?" you shifted on one leg and tried to act calm, and you do. but he won't fall for that. he already feels you. feels your need.

"what do you want?" he asked you the same question, his tone stern but his voice delicate.

"i-i don't-"

he cut you off by catching your lips on his, and as he did that, you close your eyes, already submitted. you moan to the kiss as he started to grope your ass, using his tongue to lap all over your mouth in a heated make out session. after feels like hours you broke the kiss, and he stare at your fucked out face before he harshly pushed you on your knees and started to pull down his joggers, his hard on on full display.

he stroke his length slowly as he let out a low groan while staring down at you, you couldn't be more wet. your mouth agape, the need for tasting him is so strong you're losing your mind. on all four, you crawl closer to him and hesitantly replace his own hand on his cock with yours. it's so hard that the image of him being aroused because of you makes you tingle. your grip is strong on his cock, and you squeeze it deliciously, making him growl.

you kiss the tip, basically teasing both of yourselves, before finally sucking on his blunt like a lollipop. you keep doing the suction, then give a handful of his balls a massage while you let go of the tip and start pressing kisses along his shaft. he reacts so well it makes you excited, pussy already drenched with arousal. you take half of his shaft onto your mouth, proceeding to bob your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and tongue gliding under his shaft, you do this for a while before taking all of him in the back of your throat, which makes you gag a little. he hissed and his head thrown back, both of his hands grabbed at the back of your head sternly, pinning you down his length you hardly move.

"fuck. i knew you'd be good at this. good for nothing but chokes on a cock, huh? you feel so fucking good, so fucking spoiled, aren't you? why don't you tell me you're my cock slut, hm?"

of course you can't tell a fucking thing. mouth is full of dick, good for nothing but being stuffed by his cock. and you love it so much it gave you shivers. you hummed bringing vibration down his cock which makes him let another groans, then he started to fuck himself on your throat. he let go of his hands from the back of your head and pulling his length out before thrusting, he quickly find his pace and face fuck you in a steady pace, bringing your hair in a ponytail as a nice grip.

you already know that since then, the things between you two would just bring another sweet disaster.

Sip, sip, sip, it all night

Dip, dip, dip, it all night

before sleeping, on the midnights when both of you are still awake, in the morning, when you are sick from the assignments, while cooking lunch in the kitchen, when he says he's horny, even after working out, you'll gladly give him head. every time, anywhere.

you're addicted. it's started concerning you if it's fucking normal to do a blowjob like it's some kind of routine.

you love his load. you'll gladly devour every drop of his spurt without him asking you to. even if your mouth is full of his cum, it's still not enough. when you swallow it down your throat, you still feel thirsty.

So thirsty thirsty thirsty

Drench me with your heart hidden deep in the water

you fuck for the first time that night. watching movies with a guy best friend who's been doing things with you is most likely leading to something more, which is kinda terrifies you. but fuck it, you both know that you're already far from crossing the line.

"you're so pretty." he whispered in your ear, his hands all over your torso, groping and kneading your tits. you squirm from his touch and throw your head on his shoulder, body resting comfortably on his lap. your bare back feels warm against his chest, you can feel his clothed dick keeps poking you from behind. he kisses your jaw, neck, shoulder, collarbone, then down to your spine it makes you shiver. he grab your hips to lift you up and bend you over on all four, before eating you out from behind. your back arched like a cat, face buried into the sofa pillow, muffled your own moan, hands squeezed into each other so tight.

"oh, fuck. so so good, please don't stop-" you managed to mumble, his grip on your thighs so strong, one hand kneading your cheek and slap it hard. you moan at the feelings, panting like crazy, drool all over the pillow under you as he eating you out expertly, licking from the bottom all the way to the top to suck on your clit, fat tongue sliding against your folds like he's devouring an ice cream, he spits, giving open mouthed kisses all over your pussy, fucking your hole as deep as possible with his wet muscle with purpose.

"fuck i'm so close. can you please hurry u-"

he slapped your cunt making you gasp and jolt. "what is it angel?"

"make me cum,"

"only good girls can cum. are you a good girl? my good girl?"

you dropped your head on the pillow, feeling frustrated cause this time, you desperately wanted to be fucked, hard.

"yes, i am your good girl. please, just please, fuck me,"

that's it. it's smoothly rolled off your lips. he's giving a pause for a moment at your comment, before you hear a rustle behind you, you're looking over your shoulder and he's already taking off his bottoms, leaving him as naked as you are.

"pretty girl, you're gonna be the death of me," he's stroking his dick in slow motion, the head is hitting your entrance making you arch your back even more, begging in silence to be fucked.

"shit, you're so fucking wet." he's lining his cock on your opening, teasing his own length between your very drenched folds, and it makes you whine.

he slapped your cheeks again, "beg," he said. "beg for it."

you feels like crying when you beg him, "fuck me. please,"

Yeah I keep getting greedy

Telling me that you probably too

both of you never spent nights together until morning in one room. being fucked stupid by your roommate was never been on your wishlist, but it's not that bad.

"fuck me. please,"

your tone was so desperate it mortifies you, but you don't even care anymore, you want him, so fucking much. he might want you as much as you want him, and you do want to believe that.

he's slowly bottoming up when both of you groan in unison. he's so big, you feel full, and you love the feeling. hands on your hips, almost clawing when he piston his cock in and out of you. you're a moaning mess, he then pull at your hair to yank your head up, back touching his torso while he fucks you precisely from behind.

"you're so sweet and tight. i love it." he nibbles and grunts in your ear, his voice is so sexy you're beyond turned on.

"want to... want to see your face..." you said in a tiny voice and he move quickly to grant your wish. he pulls out and carry you to move into his bed, then plop you onto the sheets.

you suddenly feel embarrassed, hands buckle up covering your chest. he chuckled when he find you were so vulnerable. like a lost little pup. fucking cute.

"acting shy just now?" he's hovering over you, parting your legs apart and sliding into your waiting hole once more. you gasp and arch your neck, he swiftly kiss and sucks on your exposed skin to leave red marks. you sigh in bliss, his mouth on you feels so right, him making you full and complete, you couldn't be more in joy.

he kiss you one more time on the mouth and thrust at a quick pace above you, eyes staring at you with lust and admiration. he's so pretty with his hair sticking all over his forehead, sweat covering his muscular body, glistening under the lights. he's so sexy.

"come with me, yeah? i want you to come with me." he demands. you nod your head and shut your eyes tightly, moaning into oblivion when he start to play with your clit and you explode right away. he's moaning with you when you squeeze him so firmly, his pace erratically fast as he easily glides in and out, drenched pussy and skin to skin clapping can be heard all over the room.

"just come in me." you cup his face and look him in the eyes, almost lovingly, and you whispered to him that made him cum immediately,

"i want you to fill me up, so full it's overflowing. plant babies in me."

only hard breathing and groan are heard inside of this room. it's not long after you two continue in bed, but the room is already steamy and smells like sex.

"not enough," you speak, more like mumbling to yourself.

"what?" he remarked.

"i said," you smile wholeheartedly at him, and come closer to his ear.

"i want all of your cum in me until my pussy has already taken all the remaining space for it."

Yes, I'm thirsty when I see you

[golbrocklovely]

careful what you wish for: halloween special // sam golbach

A/N: i've been asked countless times over for a sequel to the sequel and so... here's what i got for you: choose your own adventure ! will you choose vampire!sam or demon!colby? or maybe you'll indulge yourself with both fics. either way, your night is gonna be very busy ;) happy halloween ! hope you enjoy.

prompt: it's been a while since you last saw the boys, and sam has made it known that he wants you all to himself tonight. || vampire!sam x reader

trigger warning: SO. MUCH. SMUT, knifeplay, bloodplay, drinking blood (from both parties), oh yeah... we're going there, lots of vampire biting, supernatural powers, some forcing thru said powers so be mindful of that, oral (for and from both parties), unprotected sex, check-ins, mentions of: babygirl, whore, slut, cumdump, cursing, sam is very aggressive and crazy about you, also... colby's dead but like... not really lol

word count: 2705

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It had been quite some time since you last saw Sam and Colby. They tended to appear in your life like a fire, setting your whole body and life ablaze; but then disappear like smoke. It was confusing but thrilling all at the same time. The hatred you once had for them had now been stifled by the immense amount of lust you felt for them.

They showed up whenever they wanted to, even if you had been begging for them to appear prior. But, they always had a way of letting you know they were close. Recently, Sam had started leaving notes all around your house. The first one was sort of sweet, a ‘I'm thinking of you’ type of message. The next one was a bit more concerning... ‘I love to watch you.’

Colby was right about one thing: Sam was a bit of a freak.

But the one that couldn't leave your mind? ‘I can't wait to taste you again. I'm going to have you all to myself.’

And knowing Sam, this message had multiple meanings.

On a quiet fall night, Halloween to be exact, the boys came to your house. It was abrupt, but you were excited nonetheless to see them.

Colby smirked as you answered the door. “Trick-or-treat, princess.”

“Have you missed us?” Sam asked playfully.

You rolled your eyes as the boys forced their way in. “Of course. What else am I supposed to do to pass the time than miss you guys?”

“Oooh, she's feeling sassy tonight,” Colby whistled, then his tone shifted. “God, I can't wait to take you in every part of your house.”

“I don't think that's gonna happen tonight, Colby.” Sam stated.

Colby raised an eyebrow at Sam, "Why?"

In a split second, Sam's hands wrapped around Colby's neck, snapping it with a loud crack. Colby's lifeless body dropped hard to the ground.

You shrieked. “Oh my God! Did you just kill him?”

“No. He's fine. He's a demon for Christ's sake. He's immortal. He's just...” Sam pursed his lips, trying to find the right words. “Out, for the time being.”

Your eyes couldn't remove themselves from Colby's still body. It made your heart race, with fear and arousal, that Sam could easily do something like that. How powerful he was.

He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso, "I told you; I wanted you all to myself. And now, I get to have you."

He pulled you into the kitchen, not too far away from Colby's dead body, and pushed you against the counter.

“Do you want to know something, baby?” He asked.

“What?” You responded, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“On Halloween.... my powers are crazy strong.” He confessed.

You cocked your head. “Really?”

“Yeah. But not only that, my blood.... why don't you have a taste?” Sam grabbed a knife from your block of knives, pushing the tip lightly against his neck and slicing his skin open. Blood slid down his neck, his shirt soaking it up immediately.

You hesitated, side-eying him. “Uh... I don't know.”

Sam cut you short. “Oh sweetheart, I insist.”

You shook your head. “I don't really-”

His voice turned monotone, but commanding. “Drink me.”

You felt your mouth latch onto Sam's cut instantly, not a second thought crossing your mind. For a split second, you were uncomfortable with his blood pouring into your mouth, but the moment you tasted it.... it set your whole body on fire.

You moaned into his neck, drinking more and more of his blood. It felt like liquid ecstasy. Every one of your senses heightened the more you drank. Goosebumps rose across your body, and you felt like you were on cloud nine.

“Enough, baby girl.” Sam spoke.

You pulled your mouth away, but you wanted to continue drinking from him. It was so addictive.

“How do you feel?” He questioned slyly.

You inhaled happily, “So... fucking good. Fuck, I feel high but in the best way.”

He smiled. “Well, you deserve it. Plus, it's gonna make everything I do to you tonight so much better.”

His words affected you deeply. You could already feel your panties dampening. It must have been from his blood, but everything about him in this moment was turning you on, exciting you.

“But first...” Sam continued. “Tit for tat, Y/N.”

You were a bit confused, lost in your own thoughts. But suddenly, Sam's eyes turned red, his fangs sliding out. He bit into your neck a second later, groaning against you. You gasped, your body relaxing against his hold and the counter. You already felt lightheaded and him drinking your blood made it even harder to think. He grinded his hips against yours as he drank from you. You could already feel his bulge against you, pleasure surging up your body from the sensation. You pressed your hips harder into his, needing some form of relief. You clawed at his shoulders, your eyes rolling back in your head.

Sam yanked his head away, licking your blood off his lips. "Fuck me. You taste divine, baby girl."

You could barely string together a thought. All you could manage to say was "Please.... I need you."

“Hmmm, is that so? Are you aching for me?” He teased.

You nodded your head, “Yesssss.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He inquired, biting his lip.

You squeezed your thighs together, “Yeah, I do.”

His stare intensified as his eyes met yours, “Is your clit desperate for my tongue?”

You whined, almost speechless. "Sam..."

“Okay, okay. If you insist.” He chucked darkly.

Sam grabbed the knife from before, pressing it against the top of your shirt. "Don't move, okay? Wouldn't want you getting hurt..."

He pushed the knife in with such precision, you could feel it tickle your skin but never cut it. You held your breath, not sure what he was doing. But suddenly he slid the knife down your body; your shirt cutting in half. You could feel the fabric rip against your skin hastily, and your breath hitched.

"There we go," Sam pulled what was left of your shirt off, leaving you completely naked from the waist up. "Now... these little shorts."

The tip of the knife pressed into your hip bone, your body trembling in anticipation. Even though you should be scared, you couldn't help feeling so aroused.

"Don't worry, baby. I got you. I would never hurt you," Sam whispered huskily into your ear. He moved the knife in one swift motion, and your shorts fell off your body. "See?"

Sam placed the knife back on the counter, cupping your hips tenderly. "Now these panties? I think... I'll just take them off with my teeth."

His fangs slid out once more. You kept eye contact with him as he dropped to his knees effortlessly. Then he pressed his lips lightly against the top of your panties, trailing kisses across your skin. Feeling his mouth so close to your sex made your clit throb. Your head lulled, your back arching. Sam bit into the band of your underwear, pulling them down expertly. You pushed them off as they fell to the floor. He smirked, his eyes landing on your dripping sex.

Before you could even plead for him to move, his mouth was already on you. His tongue lapped at your hole, darting in and out. You thrusted against him, gripping the counter tightly. It must have been his blood making you feel like you were already about to come because it had never taken such little action to make you so close so fast.

You shuddered, “Holy shit, Sam! God, you feel so fucking goooood!”

“That's right, Y/N. Fuck my tongue like the slut you are. Go crazy for me.” He laughed mischievously.

And you did just as he said. You bucked your hips with wanton, your moans echoing off the walls of your kitchen. You could feel Sam's hand reach up, his fingers rubbing your clit lazily. The added pressure made your thighs shake. You felt electricity shoot through your whole body as your orgasm began to build.

You desired more, “Oh my God, Sam! Pleaseeee, rub me harder.”

“Is that what my little whore wants?” He jeered.

Your pussy reacted to the name, clenching, “Yesss.”

He grinned evilly. “Then beg me for it.”

You wailed, knees shaking from the pressure on your clit. “Sam, please. I need it so bad! Fuck!”

“I don't know...” He tsked. “Do you really deserve it?”

You weren't sure why, but you couldn't handle his playful banter tonight. You needed to come so. fucking. badly. You glanced at the knife, and before you could even stop yourself, you grabbed it and placed it against his neck.

He froze as you hissed down at him. “Rub. My. Clit.”

Sam’s eyes went red at your command, his fangs popping out. He growled darkly, "Oh FUCK yeah baby girl!"

He latched onto your clit, his mouth wildly fucking your cunt. You tossed the knife back on the counter, desperately panting as heat pooled in your belly. Sam glided two fingers deep into you, fucking you hastily. He raised one leg onto his shoulder, your pleasure growing more from the new angle. You could feel yourself edging, Sam rubbing your clit faster and faster.

“Come as I drink your blood.”

He sunk his teeth into your thigh, and your body exploded in ecstasy. The pleasure was so intense that your legs gave out on you, but Sam was able to keep you from falling over. He gripped your hip with one hand, pressing you into the counter. Your hips moved on their own, fucking his fingers until finally slowing down. Sam removed his teeth from your thigh with a soft moan.

He exhaled, looking up at you. “How's my baby girl? You doing okay?”

“I'm... so good. I think I can stand on my own now.” You sighed deeply.

He slid his hand off you and removed his fingers from your sex gently. He stood up, pressing his body into yours.

Sam rubbed your arms softly, “You know, you threatening me with that knife was very hot.”

“I don't know where that came from.” You blushed, embarrassed.

He answered, “My blood, most likely. It brings out the animalistic side of anyone that drinks it.”

“Oh... good to know.” You giggled.

He cleared his throat, his eyes landing on yours. “Well, now that you got to use me for your pleasure...”

“Tit for tat?” You guessed.

He hummed, a mischievous glimmer in his eye, "Exactly."

Sam spun you around, bending you over against the counter. You gasped at the speed, hearing him rip his clothes off in one swift motion. Then, he suddenly lined himself up with your entrance, his cock already dripping with precum.

“I'm taking everything I need from you, Y/N. You're mine.” Sam snapped.

He plunged himself deep inside of you, a loud groan falling from his lips. Your pussy clenched around him, your back arching. “You are such a little whore for me, aren't you Y/N? No point in denying it. You took me so easily; you needed me so badly.”

You nodded your head, unable to form words as he passionately thrusted. Your body shook against the counter with each of his thrusts, your hands grabbing onto anything you could just to hold on.

Sam’s groans were unrestrained. “God, baby girl, you're such a slut. Look at you, taking my cock so well.”

“Mmmm, you make me feel so good, Sam.” You purred.

“Better than Colby. Say it. Say I'm better than him.” He demanded.

You bit your lip, agreeing with Sam. “You are better than Colby.”

He chuckled, “That's right. He can't make you feel like this, can he?”

You shuddered against him, his cock hitting something deep inside you, making it hard to breathe. "Yessss, fuck. Yes, Sam."

Sam clutched your hips tightly, pounding into you quickly. His hand slithered into your hair, yanking your head back as he pulled. The sensation was electrifying, your pussy quivering. You could feel the buildup of your orgasm rising again.

“My whore. My slut. My good girl. You're not allowed to be anyone else's. Only mine!” Sam dictated.

You panted, “Yes Sam! Only yours! Fuck, please go faster.”

His thrusts sped up, ravaging your cunt. The hand in your hair slid back down your body, spanking your ass once. You gasped, and before you could say anything else, his fingers moved to your clit, massaging carelessly.

“Oh my God! Please touch me more!” You screeched.

“Do you deserve it? Do you deserve to come again?” He asked, slowing down his movements.

You rubbed yourself against his hand, needing any friction you could get. “Yes! Please!”

He held you still for just a moment, “Are you gonna be my good girl?”

You mewled, begging for him, “Yes! Yes, I'll be your good girl!”

He pressed his fingers harder against your clit. The added pressure made your knees buckle, your pussy leaking in pleasure.

“Fuck, I'm gonna come Sam!” You whimpered loudly.

“I'm right there too, baby girl. Come for me. Do it!” He ordered harshly.

Your pussy spasmed around Sam's cock, your juices leaking down your thighs as his cum filled you up. You bucked wildly against him, moaning wantonly and incoherently. His grunts were loud, his hips smashing into yours a final time before stopping.

You both rested against the counter for a minute or two, catching your breath. Sam suddenly perked up, pulling out of you.

“Get on your knees for me, Y/N. I'm not done with you yet.” He barked.

You turned towards Sam, dropping down to your knees without another thought.

Sam hissed, “I'm gonna fuck your mouth until I come again. I want to fill you up as much as I can tonight.”

His cock pushed towards your lips, and you felt your mouth drop open. You took his cock deeply, sighing at the heavy feeling of it. You bobbed your head, taking him in and out. You could taste yourself on him, making your cunt ache with abandonment.

“You really are gonna be my cumdump tonight,” he laughed cruelly. “I filled up your pussy, and now I'm gonna fill up your mouth.”

You hummed around his member, your tongue swirling up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, your mouth.... no wonder why Colby loves to use it. Jesus, I'm not gonna last long." He snarled, his hips trembling.

You licked the underside of his dick, wrapping your hand around it and jerking him as you did so. He cursed your name, then pulled himself away from your mouth.

He tilted your head up to look at him. Then he whispered huskily, "You're gonna hold your head still, and I'm gonna face fuck you and come down your throat."

You felt your head freeze, your mouth watering at Sam's words. He slid his cock back into your mouth, fucking you harshly. Every thrust into your mouth turned you on and seeing him in pure ecstasy made you wet.

He gritted his teeth, holding the sides of your face, “That's it. Take it, slut. Be my cumdump, take every inch of me. Fuck, I'm so close.”

You stared up at him, your eyes watering as you choked on his member. His eyes landed on yours and you could feel him start to leak more and more onto your tongue.

A guttural groan ripped through Sam, "Take every drop, Y/N. That's it, fuck! I'm coming!"

He buried his cock deep inside you, his cum sliding down your throat and filling you up. Your body vibrated with little bursts of pleasure, almost like mini orgasms shaking through you. You swallowed his load until he pulled himself out. Your mouth leaked with spit and cum, your eyes lulling back with exhaustion.

Sam helped you to your feet, checking on you. "Are you okay, baby?"

You nodded lazily; your body spent from all the pleasure. He held you against him, kissing your cheek sweetly.

You heard a groaning from the other room. You peered over Sam’s shoulder, confused by the noise. Then, Colby slinked into the kitchen, rubbing his neck.

"Bro... not cool." He spat, grimacing.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Colby's Part >>

[figgrrr0]

Hey hey Im back again!! I hope youre still open for accepting headcanon requests <33 this time i wanna req What is it like for Heizou, Xiao and venti (seperate) to date a fem!reader who is taller than them? (Nsfw or sfw is fine!)

Their girlfriend is taller than them

Characters: Heizou, Xiao, Venti // Reader: Female

Genre: Smut, only fluff for Xiao // CWs next to the corresponding character

Heizou

Cw: Body worship, height difference, mentioned high heels

• Would forget how tall you are until he walks up to you and is eye level with your chest. This would happen almost every single time. It doesn't even matter if you've got any skin showing, just the realisation of how tall you are compared to him will make him temporarily short-circuit. Heizou would lose all the confidence he'd strode up with, mentally criticising himself for forgetting, when, one: you're literally his girlfriend; he sees you every day! How could he forget? And two: it's his job to file away information about people and be able to recall it all in a moment's notice! The only way to stop him from kicking himself for this, is to bring his attention back to you. Now, this could very easily be done just by laughing a little at the annoyed expression on his face, but some good old physical touch will do the job even better. Though, this will also restore his boldness, so watch out, cause Heizou has a full arsenal of tactics to turn the nervousness back onto you.

• Because of how easy to reach they are, Heizou would be worshipping your breasts daily. I mean, they're the perfect height for him to just smush his face into. Not only that, I think he'd have a thing for just your overall height. Some of your limbs are obviously going to be longer than his own (arms, legs, torso, etc.), and the difference is going to be so interesting to him, plus its extra space for him to kiss and explore. Bonus points if you ever wear high heels. I really can't figure out why but I just think that Heizou would have a thing for height differences to his own disadvantage, but at the same time that'd just make him want to try and keep the control even more. It'd give him a pleasurable power trip.

Xiao:

Cw: Slight strength kink? Maybe a little, apart from that it's just fluff. Cuddling, clothes stealing.

• Your height would be oddly comforting to Xiao. He'd feel safer in your presence than most others, but he loves how easy it is for you to completely wrap yourself around his body when you're cuddling up together (I am a firm believer that Xiao is a little spoon. Fight me). Your arms and legs would be able to trap him, and though he isn't used to the touch, even just the thought of leaving to go and fulfill his duties isn't as appealing as feeling your body caging him in. But, what's even better, is that, despite how strong he is thanks to his powers as a yaksha, there's a possibility that if you were to lock your arms and legs together around him, he might find it harder to escape than expected... he's almost tempted to try it out one of these days.

• Oh, your clothes are big enough to fit him? Too big? Yeah, you're coming home to Xiao absolutely drowning in your sweaters. They're comfy, warm, and they remind him of you. Could he possibly get any cuter?! Probably, but he's feeling a little too shy at being caught stealing your clothes. He'd try making up an excuse, and a very poor one at that, but please don't let him take it off. After that first day, you likely won't see him wearing your clothes for about a month after that; but gradually, it just becomes something that you come home to more often than not, to the point that if he's not wearing some article of your clothing, you'll start to get worried that he's upset with you, as rare as that would be.

Venti:

• We all know that Venti would use any and all excuses that he could find to slip his hands under your clothes, shamelessly groping whatever skin his fingers can touch; usually your thighs or boobs, but even just feeling the heat from your stomach is fine (except for the fact that he always does it when his hands are extremely cold...). Unfortunately for you, this is usually just a ploy for him to be able to tickle you once you let your guard down. Being taller than him just gives him easier access, how is he supposed to resist?! And, he won't even need to use as strong of a gust of wind to see up your skirt... your height is doing half of the work already!

Cw: Groping, role reversal, implied cross-dressing

• He would be an absolute menace. Suddenly, every single item that he needs is too high up for him to reach... I wonder how that happened? Oh well, who cares? Cause now he needs your help to get it down! He likes playing up how much stronger your stature would imply that you are compared to him (even though he is a literal archon...). He's not-so-secretly turned on by the role reversal, since the guy in a relationship is most commonly the taller. But, you being taller than him and being able to help him with everything so easily is a one way ticket to unlocking his brattiness and laziness all mixed together. And, if you go along with his little games long enough? Well. I think it could potentially escalate to Venti trying on some skirts for you and making the role reversal even more prominent...

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[justafewsmallsteps]

Day 3 of @inukag-week 2023: Safe

Clutching at the red fabric and taking a big inhale, Kagome felt the tight tangle of anxiety come undone. She was fine now. Everything was going to be okay.

Inuyasha was here.

She didn’t know when it first began, because it happened so quickly and so naturally. She hadn’t thought about it the first time she jumped to the shelter of his arms—couldn’t remember when it became her instinct. Perhaps it began even on the first day they ever met.

When Kagome found herself in Sengoku that fateful day, lost beyond worlds, she’d run to Goshinboku to find her home, and there he’d been (her real home, though she’d never have guessed it back then). Sure enough, he saved her from the Mistress Centipede. Despite their rocky start, time and time again he’d prove his capabilities. Learning to depend on Inuyasha’s strength came fast by necessity. If she were in trouble, she believed that Inuyasha could and ultimately would deal with it—if only to ensure his Jewel Shard detector could fulfill her duties (at first).

Then they became friends, and she knew in her heart the way that he’d call for her, “Kagome!” had to mean he cared beyond her usefulness. Not because he had to save her, but because he wanted her to live.

She trusted him to defend her, to protect her, to find her—time and space and rules of the universe be damned.

She believed in Inuyasha. She put her whole heart into her faith in him.

And now, in her newest moment of terror, he was here.

“Kagome, would you quit being a baby already?” her husband admonished.

She was too horrified to be offended, and instead shouted, “No!” before smushing herself further into his arms. Okay, so maybe she was being melodramatic, but she couldn’t help it.

Inuyasha sighed over her antics. It was her weak spot after all.

Maggots. In their home.

Kagome hated bugs. She turned into such a sissy over them despite having faced far worse in her life.

With her body essentially glued onto him, Inuyasha warned, “I have to get closer to them to get rid of them, you know.”

She squealed, “No! Just use Tessaiga! You took out a wall in our house’s kitchen over a cockroach. Remember? I’m sorry I got mad before, just do the same thing now!”

He winced at the memory. It’d been years ago, but he still recalled the way she had screeched so loud that he had overreacted at the time. It’d been a lot of damage after all. He’d like to think he had a little more sense than he did back then.

“I’m not rebuilding our home because of some bugs.” Gross as the rotten heap of fruit was. The smell bothered him most, but even Inuyasha had to admit that the wriggling creatures were disturbing.

“Please, please, please just get rid of them,” she sobbed pathetically, this time burying her face into his chest and practically clawing up his torso to get off the ground. He doubted there were any near them, though she acted as if there was a huge infestation threatening to crawl up her legs any second.

Blowing his bangs up, Inuyasha relented to his wife and unsheathed his sword, which automatically transformed to its full size. Thankfully their home could accommodate it, but the contrast of the weapon compared to the compact pile of mush was comical.

Now, how to deal with this?

Not used to making such minuscule movements, Inuyasha did his best to scoop the mushy peaches onto the end of his sword. It wasn’t the worst idea. After all, he wasn’t keen on getting closer to the rancid smell. Unfortunately the resulting squelching sound made his wife let out a string of, “Ew, ew, ew!” before letting out a short scream.

His ear twitched. “You’re okay.”

She shook her head, gripping at him.

It didn’t seem like she was going to let go of him any time soon, and while he was used to carrying her around, the tight space and task made it cumbersome. But maybe he enjoyed, just a little, how close she was. He could do without her having a meltdown though.

“Okay, let’s go.” He held her to him with one arm, doing his best to navigate their way out the door along with the sword. Once out the door he carefully flung the offending pile of nastiness as far away as he could.

“Are they gone?” Kagome asked. She didn’t dare to pull away just yet.

He gave Tessaiga a good thwack to rid it of any remaining peach liquid. Then he sheathed it. “Most of ‘em. I’ll go back inside to take a look. You oughta get off me unless you wanna deal with them.”

A muffled sigh came from his chest. Kagome peeled herself off him sheepishly.

“Okay…” she replied as she stepped away.

“You wait out here.”

She nodded, and he disappeared behind the screen door only to emerge two minutes later. He chucked something once more as far away as possible, wiped his hands on his pants, and turned to her.

Kagome shoved herself back in his arms, this time hugging him with relief. “You got them all?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You checked near the sleeping mats?”

“Mhmm. You’re safe now.” His affirmations were tinged with affectionate mockery.

She didn’t care. “Thank you,” she mumbled as she clung to him. “You’re my hero.” Quickly (because they were outside) she kissed his lips to show her gratitude.

He stroked her back comfortingly. “Damn right.”

[2dmenenthusiast]

"You gonna make me?"

(John Price x Gn!Reader)

Jesus christ I've never finished a fic faster in my life. I'm absolutely feral for this man istg. Also, I 100% don't know shit about sparring or the military. Thank you

Feedback and Reblogs are encouraged and appreciated! <3

Summary: You made a mistake on the field, and your teammate got shot because of it. Safe to say, your Captain is less than happy.

Reader's callsign is Sting

Words: 3.6k

Warnings/Other info: references to injury, blood mentions, lots of fuckin guilt, this is smut free besties, just my mediocre attempt at writing fluff, reader is gender nuetral

The phrase “seeing red” couldn’t begin to describe the white hot rage that seared up your spine and wrapped tight around your neck like a noose. You just got back from a meeting with your Captain, and he had reemed into you like you wouldn’t believe. It was a bad call in the field, completely your fault. Soap got a bullet in the arm because of it, and you couldn’t stop beating yourself up over it. And while your anger directed at yourself was enough to have your fists clenched so tightly that you left crescent shapes in your palms, the reprimanding you got from Price left you vibrating with rage. You were ready to lash out like a cornered, rabid dog, biting at the hand of anyone who reached out. Which is why you found yourself in the training room on base, throwing jabs at the punching bag like it just insulted your mother.

The stinging of your knuckles through your wraps should've been a signal for you to stop and take a rest, but the screaming thoughts in your brain had you persisting, the solid, repetitive thump of skin meeting leather echoing throughout the empty room.

“Woof, remind me not to piss you off.”

You huffed out a breath, movements finally coming to a stop as you rested your palms against the bag. Sweat trickled down your forehead, chest rapidly falling and rising with each chased breath, and Gaz stopped a few feet away from you. A grey muscle tee sat loose on his torso, paired with black gym shorts. You quickly assumed he was here for the same reason you were, and while you had no reason to be mad with him, you couldn’t help but feel frustrated by his presence. You just wanted to be left alone with your thoughts for a few hours, take a long shower, and then go to bed.

“You wanna go a few rounds?”

You raised a brow, fist resting against your hip. “You sure?”

Gaz shrugged. “You look like you need it.”

You let out a humorless chuckle, clapping Gaz on the shoulder as you passed him. Okay, maybe the company didn’t sound so bad anymore. You quickly adjusted your wraps and shifted your neck, feeling the muscles tense and pull. “Just don’t go easy on me, alright?”

Gaz gave you that dazzling white smile, one that would have people stopping in their tracks, but it vanished as soon as it appeared once he came at you. Gaz was young, spry, his speed certainly giving him an upper hand compared to his big and burly comrades. He was light on his feet, easily stepping back when your fist swung out, and he was in your space the next second, hand pushing against the center of your chest and his foot sweeping your ankle. You landed on your back with a thud, the mat breaking most of your fall, and Gaz clapped his hands together.

“Alright, keep gloating Kyle,” you chuckled, grasping his hand when he went to help you up.

“I’m just lucky to catch you off your guard.”

You huffed, lips tilting up in a bitter smile and rubbing the back of your neck. “Yeah, seems like that’s been happening a lot today.”

Gaz’s expression immediately dropped, and he shook his head. “No, hey— I didn’t mean it like that—”

You waved him off. “It’s fine. Let’s go again.” 

You were relieved when he lunged at you without question, and you both moved around one another in a less than graceful dance. Gaz always had your back. Whether it be in the field or on base, he knew what you needed from him, and he was more than willing to let you throw him around a bit to get some of your frustration out. 

And maybe you haven’t thought about it much before now, but you were grateful to consider Kyle a close friend. 

Punches were thrown and blocked, and he actually got you pretty good in your side, the sudden force and the sting afterwards sending a rush through you. By the time he was spent, sweat dripping down his forehead and his limbs feeling the slightest bit of fatigue, you were on your back with his back pressed against your front, arms wrapped around his neck and legs trapping his hips. He struggled to get out of your hold, gripping your forearms and attempting to pull them away, but then there was a loud squeak of the doors opening, and you both paused as your Captain came sauntering in the room.

“That’s enough. Let him go.”

The deep timbre of his voice made a feeling you couldn’t quite place surge through you. It settled deep in your bones like sweet, thick syrup, and the look he pinned you with set your skin ablaze. 

Trembling limbs fell to the ground as you released Gaz, and he stood with a huff and quickly helped you up. His hand clapped against your back in a reassuring manner, his way of trying to cheer you up from the impending doom you were about to face, and he jogged over to Price. They muttered hushed words, shooting quick glances your way. The sight made anger flare up inside of you. What were they talking about? Was it about you? Was it about your royal fuck up today? 

An unintentional growl resounded in your throat, and you began picking at your wraps, the sweat collecting under the fabric making your skin itch. It was only now that you finally took notice of the blood seeping through the cloth, and the sight took your mind back to the field. The shouting. Echoed gunfire. Soap’s blood pooling under your hands and seeping through your fingers as you desperately called for Evac.

“You’re gonna be fine. We're gonna get you outta here, okay?”

It should’ve been you.

A low whistle drew your attention, head snapping up to watch Price as he sauntered towards you. Gaz gave you an anxious smile and a thumbs up from behind him, and you frantically shook your head with widened eyes.

Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go—!

He left.

Dammit!

With a deep sigh, you avoided looking at your superior and walked over to your duffel resting on the bench, rummaging through it to find your water bottle. As soon as the water hit your dry tongue, you desperately took deep gulps of it, some of it spilling out the sides and sliding down your jaw. You finally looked at Price while you capped the flask, catching his gaze follow the water droplets that slid down your neck and under your shirt. You pretend like the sight doesn't shoot blistering heat through you and begin packing away your things.

“What do ya think you’re doing?”

“Leaving. What does it look like?”

If you were anyone else, you’d be scared to talk to him like this. And if you knew what was good for you, you’d reign your attitude in. But you weren’t about to roll over and show your belly, and a sick, masochistic part of you wanted him mad. 

“No. You’re not done yet.”

You barked out a sharp, sarcastic laugh, tossing your things aside and whirling to face Price. He wore that same serious look on his face, eyebrows set deep and his gaze narrowed. You tried not to focus on the crows feet that danced around his eyes, because that’s not what’s important right now and you should be upset with him. Not admiring the little details on his face that you’ve secretly come to love. Or looking at the way his arms flexed when he crossed them over his chest.

“Who says?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “I do.”

Closing the distance, you mimicked his stance. “You gonna make me?”

A smirk spread across his features, and if you had a death wish, you would’ve slapped it right off him.

“Oh, I’ll do more than that, sweetheart.”

The pet name sent tingles down your spine that you refused to acknowledge, replacing those fluttery feelings with the rage you felt bubbling up inside of you. At this point, he wanted you to hit him. And he couldn’t be upset with you if you followed through with it, right?

He gestured with his head. “On the mat, soldier.”

Letting out a disgruntled huff, you reluctantly did as he instructed, like an obedient little dog. He was your Captain, you were supposed to follow orders. But the idea of letting someone yank you around and instruct you like a marionette made your blood boil and the veins in your forehead pop. But another part of you knew deep down that if you really didn’t want this, Price wouldn’t make you. You were just too stubborn to acknowledge it at this moment.

Once you were a good few feet away from him, you got into proper stance, feet spread apart and firmly planted, your weight evenly distributed. He copied your position, nodding his head to let you know he was ready, and you began circling each other. It was a waiting game, the clock ticking down as you anxiously waited for one of you to strike first. And despite everything in you saying to let him come to you, your eagerness and impatience got the better of you.

You lunged first, fist flying towards him which he easily deflected. You hit his solid forearm instead of what you were aiming for, and the quick jab in the same spot Gaz hit earlier had you stepping back with a growl.

“What happened today?” he asked. No. Demanded.

Your jaw clenched tightly, teeth painfully grinding together as you came forward again. “I don’t want to talk about it!”

Price gripped your arm and yanked you forward, spinning you so your back was pressed flush against him, and his arm wrapped around your throat. 

“You were impatient! You ignored a direct order, and it got your teammate a bullet in the process.”

With a strangled cry, you bent your knees and used your weight to push against Price, using the leverage to flip him over your back. He harshly landed on the mat with a pained grunt, and you scrambled to plant yourself on his chest, shins pressing down on his arms and your thighs framing his face. Of course, you’d imagined this scenario once or twice before in the privacy of your own room, but you didn’t picture it happening quite like this.

“So what do you want me to do? Go back in time and fix my mistake?! As much as I’d like to, I can’t!”

His hands came up to grip your thighs, pushing himself up off the mat and slamming you on your back, the air effectively leaving your lungs. His hands were on your hips the next second, flipping you on your stomach so fast that the room spun, and he had you pinned before you could even blink. There was a solid arm pressed harshly against your shoulder blades as Price straddled your hips, using practically all his weight to keep you down. You tried reaching back with your hand to grab ahold of something, anything, but he trapped it in his ironclad grip and pinned it beside your head.

A frustrated noise left you, slamming your fist into the mat as angry tears gathered under your eyes. You knew Price was trying to teach you a lesson, but couldn’t he understand that you’ve already screamed at yourself the exact same words he was throwing at you?!

He leaned down, and the scent of expensive cigars and gunpowder filled your senses. It was like he was slowly taking over every part of you, his touch and his smell seeping into your skin until all you could think about was him. Molten heat surged through you, settling deep in your belly and sending your pulse skyrocketing. You were sure if he placed his fingers just right, Price could feel your heart beating erratically in your wrist.

“You’re a good soldier, Sting. And you know it. Don’t make me regret putting you on my team.”

His gravelly voice was like thick smoke, sending you in a haze as you pressed your forehead to the mat and let your body relax underneath him. You hated to silently give up like this, but your body and your mind was tired. The only place you wanted to be more than underneath your Captain was in your bed.

“Whoa. Am I uh, interrupting somethin’?”

Head snapping up, you spotted Soap by the door, a grin slowly appearing on his face as he leaned against the wall. You were quick to spot the bandage wrapped around his shoulder, and Price lifted off you when you tapped the ground twice. You appeared at his side in less than a second, eyes zeroed in on his wound, and the guilt was eating at you all over again.

“God, Johnny. How are you feeling?”

He shrugged his uninjured shoulder. “Been better. Doctor thinks I’ll pull through.”

He was joking. 

He… had a fucking bullet in him because of you, and he was standing here, smiling and joking with you.

Why?

Why wasn’t he angry? Why wasn’t he cursing and screaming at you? How could he even fucking stand to be around you right now?!

Your head gently shook back and forth, eyes cast towards the ground and your jaw clenching so hard it made your ears ring. “Soap… I’m so sorry. I—”

“Did you put the bullet in my arm?”

Your gaze lifted, his brow raised at you. “Well, I mean, no. But—”

“Then stop worryin’ your pretty head. I should be good for field duty soon enough.” You saw his gaze shift downwards, and his brows knitted in concern. “Though, I think you should be more concerned about yourself there, Sting. Jesus.”

You followed his line of sight and looked down at your hands, blood soaking through the wraps around your knuckles. Rough fingers wrapped around your wrist, gasping when Price suddenly lifted your hand up so he could inspect it. His eyes then landed on your face, and you shrunk under his disappointed stare.

“Bloody hell. Come on, let’s get you sorted out.”

Tugging your hand out of his hold, you gave Soap a tight-lipped smile and brushed past them. By the sound of heavy boots thumping against the floor, you figured Price followed after you.

“And where’d you think you’re going?”

You refused to stop, so bullheaded in that moment that he’d probably have to tackle you to get you quit. “The infirmary.”

You heard his footsteps stop, relief filling you for just a second as you thought he’d finally almost left you alone.

Almost

“Sergeant!” he barked.

His voice stilled you, back straightening like your spine was being pulled up by a string. Silence filled the space between you, and you were hyper aware of your breath filling and leaving your lungs, the sound of it almost too loud for your own ears. When you finally turned to face Price, his intense stare sent a chill through you, and your chest shuddered with an anxious breath when he held up his hand and curled his middle and index finger towards himself. 

With one foot in front of the other, you slowly closed the distance between you two, a million little thoughts running rampant inside your head. Price either didn’t know how intimidating his presence was, or he knew all too well. Either way, the gaze he pinned you with pierced right through you, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was able to read your mind.

Hopefully not. If he heard what you thought about him late at night—

Shut up!

Stopping just a few feet shy from him, you held his stare for a moment before he turned, gaze falling on his broad back. The way his muscles shifted and flexed under his tight shirt almost stopped you in your tracks, and you scolded yourself for acting like such a lovesick fool before obediently following after him.

Aren’t you supposed to be angry with him?!

Why? All he did was point out your mistake.

A mistake you’ve relived over and over again until you wanna blow your brains out.

When you made it to Price’s office, he opened the door and wordlessly gestured to one of the seats in the room while he rifled through his desk. You sat without complaint, hands gripping your knees and focusing on your bandages splotched with red. When he found his first-aid kit, Price grabbed another chair and slid it in front of yours. His knees gently knocked into yours when he sat down.

“Alright, lemme get a look at you.”

Your fingers flexed, and you lifted one of your hands to place it in his. He was gentle when he gripped the edge of the fabric and began unwrapping your hand, and the stark difference between now and how he was when you were sparring would’ve surprised you if you hadn’t seen this side of John before. He was gentle and kind when he could be, always making sure his team got a proper looking at after missions, scolding you when one of you stubbornly let a wound go untreated. He cared about you, no doubt. Anyone was a fool to think otherwise.

The wraps uncomfortably pulled at the skin around your knuckles, the blood making it stick, and you let out a hiss. Price didn’t pause or stop, and you were grateful for it. You didn’t want him to treat you as weak or take pity on you. Not when you didn’t deserve it. It was only when he was wiping the blood away that you finally spoke after a prolonged silence.

“It should’ve been me.”

Now that gave him pause. The wipe froze against your skin for a split second, and he let out a sigh through his nose as he tossed it into the bin before grabbing a new one.

“And why do you think that?”

You didn’t answer right away, searching around the room as if you’d find the answer residing in a hidden corner. You were ashamed. What if Soap got killed today? How could you live with yourself knowing that his death was your fault? Your hand shook against his, and Price carefully tightened his hold to steady it.

“It was my fault. I should’ve taken the bullet, not him.”

Once Price was done with your left hand, he moved on to the right, giving it the same treatment. He shook his head. “Awful things happen to good soldiers that don’t deserve it every day. You can’t control it.”

“But I—”

“But,” he sighed, thumb gently pressing into the back of your hand, “you need to listen to orders, Sergeant. You’re lucky the bastard didn’t nag ‘im in the head.”

You nodded. “I’ll make it right, Captain.”

Once he was done patching up your hands, you moved to stand, but his hold on your hand didn’t falter. Rather, his hand snuck up your arm and pulled you back down into your chair, his lips quirking up in a small smirk.

“I believe you’re forgettin’ something, darling.”

Your eyes narrowed, leaning an elbow against your knee. You tried to remain tough, but you could feel your resolve turning into mush the more you stared into Price’s eyes. “You still expect me to kiss you after all the shit you said to me today?”

His smirk only grew, and his eyes crinkled up around the edges.

Fuckin’ cute bastard.

“Do I have to order you, soldier?”

You scoffed, pulling your arm out of his grip before suddenly maneuvering onto his lap. His hands immediately found their home on your hips, giving them a possessive squeeze, and you rested your arms against his shoulders.

“I think you can save the powerplay act for later, John,” you muttered.

He mumbled a quiet “Yeah?” as he stared at your lips, the word devolving into a soft sigh once you leaned down and pressed them against his own. Arms wrapped around your waist and squeezed you to John’s chest, your nose gently knocking against his as he chased your lips every time you pulled away. You cupped his face in your hands, and the roughness of his beard tickled your skin.

Could be tickling somewhere else right about now—

Jesus christ, shut up.

Price was always deep and intense when he kissed you, trying to pour every bit of love he had for you in each one. It felt like he stole the breath right out of you, your thoughts swirling and your mind hazy. He knew exactly what to do to turn you into putty in his hands.

“Where is it?” he muttered against your lips, and you reluctantly pulled away with a gasp as you tried to catch your breath.

Reaching under your shirt, you tugged at the chain securely hidden underneath it and pulled it over your head, dropping it into John’s awaiting hand. He smiled, fiddling with the clasp before cool metal slid over your finger.

“You should wear it more.”

Your brows drew together. “I thought you didn’t want to tell anyone?”

“We don’t have to. I just like seein’ it on you.”

Your lips slowly split into a grin, and you looped your arms around your fiancé’s neck. His large hand gently ran up and down your back, sending pleasant chills down your spine. With the way he looked at you, you’d do just about anything for him.

“I’ll wear it all the time then.”

Tagged: @latinxs-himbos-and-cowboysys

[wqterlillypdfs]

👀 jeremiah x reader fluff please ? like a beach picnic sorta thing ?

lyla, omg this request!!! i'm always up to writing for my favourite book boyfriend <333

summer love, beneath the sun

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader (can be read as gn) summary: upon your long awaited return to Cousins, your long-distance boyfriend Jeremiah Fisher has a special surprise planned for you... word count: 1.5k warnings: pure fluff! none other than that i think a/n: i had such a strong vision for this fic but idk if i did it proper justice! i kinda hate the ending though uhfvdjskm...

Jeremiah Fisher is nothing short of a romantic. He takes special care in absolutely spoiling you with his tooth-rotting sweetness, and today is no different. It had been a long and busy first week back in Cousins meaning you barely had any time at all to catch up with your boyfriend. Jeremiah had promised you a special evening today, just the two of you, and when you had asked him what he was planning, he simply winked at you and told you to wait and see.

So now you’re sitting on the curbside in front of your house, both your hands firmly planted on the harsh pavement below you. The sun was already starting to set and the late summer day’s humidity was making the air stick to your skin. 

You heard the familiar hum of Jeremiah’s big red jeep before you saw it, you smiled to yourself as you watched the jeep roll up next to the curb just a few feet from where you were sitting. Quickly, you pushed yourself to your feet as Jere got out of his car. His arms immediately enveloped you in a tight hug, and you left no time to hesitate before you hugged him back, resting your cheek on his shoulder as he swayed you side to side. 

His hands slip away from your torso to grab you softly by the shoulders. “I have missed you so much,” He states, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling you away from him to look you in the eyes properly. 

He hums, as his features take on a more quizzical look, soft fingers come up to cup your face as he tilts it from side to side, “did you get prettier? I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Stop teasing!” you protest, but your words come out through a fit of laughter, reaching a hand up to tousle his dirty blonde curls, “and actually, I missed you more.”

He nods his head to the side like he’s thinking before saying, “unlikely, and also impossible.”

With a defeated sigh, you give into his antics and let him win this one time. “Okay, fine. But can you please, please, tell me where we’re going? This suspense is killing me!”

Jeremiah laughs heartily, before taking your hand and twirling you around, “it’s a surprise,” he reminds you, “and I hope you’ll love it.” He takes that same hand - and in a show of his usual over-the-top-gentleman-ly behaviour - ushers you to the door which he opened smoothly with his other hand.

You stepped up into his Jeep, relishing in the familiar scent. The leather seats and the smell of the ocean. Jere shut your door before walking around and sliding into the driver's seat. You grabbed the aux cord as he shifted into drive, scrolling through your music library until you found your shared playlist.

The car ride had you feeling like you were on cloud nine, absolutely enamoured in the presence of Jeremiah after being away from him for so, so long. The two of you scream-shouting to your favourite songs and laughing at how horribly out of tune you both sounded. There was no higher form of bliss than what you were feeling now. By the time Jeremiah had stopped the car, you were parked just next to the beach, across the road from you was a small street of local food shops, including your most favourite ice creamery. A sudden thought entered your head and it made you swoon, was this Jeremiah’s special surprise? Was he planning on taking you to a sweet ice cream date?

You reach across the centre console to quickly grab Jeremiah’s forearm before he unlocks the car to get out. “Wait, is your special surprise an ice cream date?”

Suddenly, Jeremiah feels like he’s fucked up. Looking down at your big doe-eyes while he contemplates what he’s about to say next. No, the surprise was not in fact a date to the ice creamery. He had something else in mind and now he wasn’t even sure if you’d like it. And he was more than one-hundred-percent against letting you down, “well, no…” he starts, watching your expression carefully to note any sign of change or disappointment, “but we can do both if you want?”

Jeremiah looks like he’s walking on eggshells to try not to disappoint you, and while you feel guilty you also find it a bit endearing that he’d willingly change the plans he’d made for you to do something that would make you happy. “No! It’s okay,” you quickly counter, “I’m sure whatever you have planned will be just as great.”

He nods, and at first it seems unsure, but then he smirks and says, “oh trust me, it will be.”

You roll your eyes playfully as you shove his shoulder. He sends a wink your way before getting out of the Jeep and helping you out of your side, but before you can get very far on the hard deck that meets the sandy edge of the beach, Jeremiah pulls something out of his pocket. An old red bandana hangs from between his fingertips as a sly smirk forms on his lips. “First, you need to put this on.”

Crossing your arms across your chest, you scoff to yourself, “you’ve put a lot of effort into this.”

“Yes, well you're worth it all, my love,” he says in an awfully cheesy tone, paired with batting his big ocean blue eyes.

“Eugh.”

“Eugh,” he agrees, before gently wrapping the bandana around your face, covering your eyes. “Can you see?” he asks for confirmation to which you shake your head.

“I’m a blind man, Jeremiah,” you tell him. He chuckles in response before placing a hand on each of your shoulders and slowly guiding you away from the pavement of the road, and onto the hardwood deck.

You weren’t joking though, with the blindfold on you really did feel blind, your walk was stiff and unsure, and your hands occasionally shot up to brace for impact whenever your shoes caught in a particularly large gap in the deck. But nonetheless, Jere’s grip on you never loosened, and he was so careful to make sure you were safe.

"Just a little bit further," he whispered into your ear, and all but a few minutes later, he made you turn and led you down a set of stairs until your sneakers hit the sandy floor of the beach. A few more steps later, Jeremiah pulled the blindfold off your head. You squinted as your eyes struggled to adjust to the light, blinking a few times before you registered the sun just starting to set over the horizon, splitting the sky into beautiful shades of blue, purple, and pink, the reflection shimmering across the water.

It took you a few seconds (which were painstakingly long for Jeremiah) to notice the real surprise he had set up for you. On the sandy shore of the beach laid a blue plaid picnic blanket which you recognised as Sussanah’s, accompanied by a picnic basket, as well as a bouquet of beautiful flowers.

The staggering rocks that were a few metres away to your left and the tall green reeds that blended into a thicket of trees on your right made the section of the beach that Jeremiah had taken you to feel somewhat secluded; a private section of the beach just for you two.

Honestly, you couldn't believe your eyes, “all this for me?” you gasped, turning to face Jeremiah who had the audacity to look shy.

He was quick to put on his confident front, pulling you in by the waist and craning his head down until your noses were almost touching.  “Who else would it be for?” he teased, brushing a few stray hands of your hair out of your face.

You felt the blush creep onto your cheeks and you instinctively diverted your gaze back down to the sand. You had no idea how to respond.

A breathy laugh escapes his lips and he pulls away, grabbing your hand and leading you to the picnic blanket. He sits down on the soft fabric before beckoning you to do so as well. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you lift the flap of the picnic basket to take a peek inside, and you're pleasantly surprised to see that it’s filled with some of your most favourite snacks and foods.

“So.. what do you think?” He asks, as he leans on his side to face you.

“This is so much better than ice cream.”

He laughed again, before pushing himself off the blanket and reaching over the basket to place a hand on your cheek. He caught your lips in a sweet kiss that smeared your glittery cherry lip gloss over your chin. When both of you finally pulled away, Jeremiah tugged your waist down so you were lying next to him, your head resting on his chest. 

This summer had only just begun, and yet you felt as if you could stay like this forever.

tagging: @thatfangirl42

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

Happy birthday, Kaveh!

I wrote a silly for Kaveh's bday so, happy birthday to my fave sensitive boi~💖💖💖

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Kaveh x Alhaitham (romantic)

Lee: Alhaitham

Ler: Kaveh

Warnings: Tickles!

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There they were, Alhaitham sprawled out in the middle of their shared bed, and Kaveh straddling his waist. Assesing his body up and down...

"Will you start already? Or are you just gonna stare me up and down all day?"

"Don't rush me!..." Kaveh's cheeks slowly started to flare up, although he tried to keep his cool.

I mean he did ask for this. For his birthday, Kaveh had asked Alhaitham if he could tickle him, and to his surprise the scribe agreed. But now that he actually had to act upon it, he suddenly felt so... shy? Embarrassed? And stupid Alhaitham looking up at him expectantly sure wasn't helping.

The younger male let out an exasperated sigh as he reached out to grab at Kaveh's hands. Gently guiding them down to his sides. "There, now you can start".

The blonde had to blink for a moment at what just happened before returning back to his senses. "R-right! ...I know what I'm doing!... Pfft!" Kaveh scoffed, earning an eye roll from the other. He tried to seem confident in his abilities, but even when in the role of the tickler he was still a nervous wreck. "Erm... is this okay?" he asked as his nimble fingers started to explore Alhaitham's torso. Tracing over his abs and the dent of his navel. He noticed Alhaitham's body start to jerk slightly with each delicate touch, but his face remained the same.

"Is that the best you got?" he spoke arrogantly, making Kaveh fume up in anger.

"Hmph, fine! How this then?!" Kaveh dug his digits a bit more harshly against Alhaitham's ribs, causing the scribe to gasp in surprise. "Hah! How's that for your liking?~".

"Heheh... I can handle wohorse" the scribe spoke through soft, breathless giggles. His lips now starting to form a wobbly and yet cocky smile. He knew exactly how to push Kaveh.

"Oh now you're just asking for it! Don't say I didn't warn you...~" the blonde grinned down at him as his hands shot up to Alhaitham's armpits, his short nails scribbling against the soft flesh.

"GYAH!" Alhaitham instantly threw his head back. Eyes closed and nose scrunched up. As that hysterical laughter started bursting out of him. "W-WAHAIT! KAVEHEHEH!".

"What's wrong? Can't handle a few tickles?~" Kaveh cooed near the scribe's ear, enjoying the soft, pink color that spread across his cheeks.

"WEHEHEH! S-STOHOP YOU GOOF!".

"Alright fine, I'll go easier on you~" Kaveh chuckled as he stopped the tickling. Now opting to cuddle his junior, going back to the light traces all over his belly. "Better now?~" the blonde asked as he peppered soft kisses along Alhaitham's neck.

"Hmhmhm.... yeah..." the scribe let out a happy sigh, relaxing into the touch. "Happy birthday, Kaveh...".

"Best birthday present ever! We should do this again sometime~" Kaveh said with a giggle, snuggling further into Alhaitham.

"Don't push it".

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Idk what I did for the ending, I still feel a bit crappy. But I hope this is okay 💖

Now back to my break lol

[bastardtrait]

huge get to know me post

hi friendsies. I feel like sharing today. some of these are from a really long time ago because I've been hoarding them like the sewer-dwelling critter I am. thank you to everyone who tagged! if you also feel like sharing today then please by all means, use this post as an excuse.

last and current things tag! for this one I was tagged by @moonfromearth @newvegastrait and @airbussy-a330.

last song: water colour by Wheein

last show: I watched an episode of From with my brother & SIL which was pretty intriguing

currently watching: I do not...watch shows...I can't stick to shows if it'd save my life tbh

currently reading: Love Hate & Clickbait by Liz Bowery. it's fine so far. a solid 3/5 read. could I recommend it? if you're bored maybe.

current obsession: God of War Ragnarök. in fact I'm so obsessed I'm hellbent on 100%ing this game and I might even go back for NG+. please send help.

15 questions for 15 mutuals! for this one I was tagged by @autonomousllama and @thelastairsimblr.

Are you named after anyone? Yes, I've got my parents' names in my full legal name.

When was the last time you cried? you're gonna make me say it huh. fine. I cried during the middle part of God of War Ragnarök omg bye

Do you have kids? No...but it'd be nice someday...

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I don't know if I'm sarcastic. not really my form of humour. but I could be wrong.

What sorts of sports do you/have you played? I like swimming and diving, and football/soccer.

What's the first thing you notice about other people? okay this is gonna sound completely fucking unhinged so bear with me but...smell. like yeah that's a really normal answer right. but it's true. don't sue me.

Eye colour: brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings because I watched the ever-loving shit out of horror movies between 11-21 and now I don't care about them anymore.

Any special talents? I hate this question goodbye

Where were you born? the Philippines

What are your hobbies? cooking, video games, making and playing music, tabletop rpg's, painting. normal tweecore shit I guess.

Do you have any pets? yes, one overgrown rat the shelter tried to pass off as a dog but I know better. and I love him dearly.

How tall are you? driver's license says 173 cm which is around 5'8".

Favourite subject in school? god idk I haven't been in school in years. I guess history? maybe?

Dream job? I do not dream of having a job.

shuffle your playlist tag! I was tagged by @beebeesiims a while ago. in which I must shuffle my on repeat playlist and share the first 10 tracks GOD HERE WE GO...

Set Me Free - Twice

夜に駆ける Racing into the night - YOASOBI

きらり Flash - Fujii Kaze

真夜中のドア/Stay With Me - Matsubara Miki

Umaasa - Skusta Klee

Burning Friday Night - Lucky Kilimanjaro

Supernova - Ellegarden

Gunshot - KARD

Perfect World - Twice

Wonderland - iri

get to know the blogger tag! I was tagged by @lynxsimago aaages ago. some of these questions are the same as the ones above so those, I will skip.

show your wallpaper:

yes I use windoze 7. sorry my slay is so gigantic.

last movie: Mambo Italiano from 2003. one of those so bad it's good movies.

craving: some ice cold aiyu jelly on bright, blistering summer day!

what are you wearing right now? shorts...and a bandage on my torso bc I burned myself last night lol

piercings? earlobes and left nostril. I want an eyebrow one too though.

tattoos? a bow and arrow design on my right forearm and the word "انتظار" on my left wrist.

glasses/contacts? I wear glasses

last thing I ate: a panino I made. it slapped.

favourite colour? yellow!

favourite fictional character? Samwise Gamgee probably.

last place I travelled: if driving an hour+ away from home counts, then it was to Brockville. if it should be longer than that, then it'd be Vancouver.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Redacted Quotes from my school

Some quotes I’ve said to my friends or heard around my school as Redacted characters!

Redacted Masterlist

<- _ ->

Lasko: And they called his wife a-

Gavin: Slut

Damien: whore

Freelancer: it's slut isn't it?

Huxley: these are such mean words...

Lasko: ... tramp. It was tramp...

<- _ ->

Caelum: this apple is juicy.

Freelancer: fuck! Sorry...

Caelum: you made a piece of my apple go ŅnÑŔŘrROÔWwW

<- _ ->

Caelum: can you hold this frog plushie for me?

Gavin: hey... freelancer... how deep do you think I could deepthroat this?

<- _ ->

Lovely: A kid walked in with a bag of chips and 3 milks

Vincent: DID YOU JUST SAY MILFS?

<- _ ->

Caelum: I mean, I had cookies in my pocket.

Freelancer: why do you have cookies in your pocket?!

Damien: what?

<- _ ->

Gavin: bro don't play with me. I'll suck your dick.

<- _ ->

Angel: gin is an alcohol though!

David: it stands for engine!

Angel: WHY WOULD I DRINK AN ENGINE?

<- _ ->

Huxley: if I pee my pants I'm going home

Damien and Freelancer: if he pees his pants he's going home.

<- _ ->

Asher: I already threw out my lunch, so I'll just sit there for ten hours.

<- _ ->

Sweetheart: are you missing something?

Milo: I literally hate you

<- _ ->

Milo: can we switch seat? I can't see.

Christian: I can't see either

Milo: chrissy....

Christian: it's fine, we'll both be failures.

<- _ ->

Asher: I got

Baabe: no you didn’t

Asher: suck a cock. I got it.

Baabe: no you didn't.

<- _ ->

Damien: why?

Freelancer: I never learned

Gavin: *sneeze*

Freelancer: bruh

<- _ ->

Baabe: you know that one week where I was as sick as balls on a wall?

<- _ ->

Honey: At the Alamo. Period bitch.

<- _ ->

Avior: It... it was the river. I’m gonna kill myself..

<- _ ->

Sam: I’m in sixth place. Come on everyone, get it wrong.

<- _ ->

Caelum: Can I get candy for trying really hard?

<- _ ->

Guy: Have you ever thrown a cow tongue around?

Honey: WHY would you throw a cow tongue??

Guy: Well he called me a Nazi cow... what else was I supposed to do?

<- _ ->

Freelancer: To answer your question... I don’t know why I am the way I am.

<- _ ->

Vincent (No I refuse to apologize): I didn’t know I was that far off the ground.

<- _ ->

Damien: Call me vertically challenged and I’ll make you horizontally permanently.

<- _ -> 

Angel: I want a tripod fish.

Baabe: What the hell is a tide pod fish?

Angel: No. Tripod fish.

Baabe: Why do they have a tripod?

Sweetheart: Who?

Baabe: The fish.

Sweetheart: Oh.

Angel: They have three really skinny legs that go Ǹ̴̤̈͒́̚e̷͇̭̹̰̗̽̽E̷̦̹̪̖̱͛̾͝Ṛ̵̨̻͙̀R̴̨͉̲̲̉̈͑̓̌ó̵͉͔̿͊͑͝W̶͚̭̪̼̅̈́w̶̳͙͖͔͍̑w̶̹͚̭̉

Baabe: WHY THE FUCK DO THEY LOOK LIKE A GOD DAMN TENT?

<- _ ->

Angel: That’s gay.

David: What?

Angel: Sorry, they just look  like a drag queen.

<- _ ->

Sweetheart: Short people stuff... there’s way more to unpack with that.

<- _ ->

Asher: I was short once too, yknow. Then one time when I woke up I was like 5′5″... no it was 5′6″. Anyways I grew.

Baabe: For real? Give me some of your height. I don’t want to keep increasing platform sizes so I can establish dominance over all tall people!

<- _ ->

Angel: My torso is short, but my legs are long.

Sweetheart: Same.

Baabe: Same! I’ve got like no waist to speak of. Essentially it’s non existent!

[not-so-anonymous-scotch]

Fandom(s): Life SMP & Mindcrack SMP (flashback related) Relationship(s): Bdoubleo100 & Kurtjmac (general) Rating: G Word count: 1.2k

Bdubs has had a variety of skins. But what about the red headband? Ten years and he couldn't let go of what was now an iconic look.

A/N: this is me getting sappy nostalgia for mindcrack again and i need people to know who made Bdubs' skin. bc bdubs continued to use it and build off it forever. okay im emo. also note that as far as all old videos show me, this was bdubs' first ever alternate skin as well.

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Bdubs parts his hair out of the way, pushing it out and over the headband pressed against his forehead. He glances to the side at the chatter of Etho and Cleo some way off, as he makes his way around the stone hill they've claimed.

“Oh Bdubs!” Scar's voice comes in, joining Bdubs near center, the place where all their materials sat. “You ready for today?”

Bdubs looked up to see Scar had changed his skin again, stifling a laugh. Not a new outfit as he was lacking half of it. The shirt, of course. “Uh, yes Scar. Yes I am.”

“What? What's funny?” Scar knew, his sentence broke with a short giggle. “Do you not like what I changed into?”

“You didn't change into anything. You just took your shirt off!” Bdubs laughed, looking to the side. He was always amused by Scar's insistence to find ways to not have a shirt in this series. Not that Bdubs couldn't do that too- it just wasn't his kind of lookthese days.

“Okay, okay true.” Scar nodded as he walked past Bdubs. “But at least I'm not using the same skin over and over!”

“Wh- what're you getting at?” Bdubs looked back over at Scar with his arms crossed. “My skin is different! Look- Look- I got more clocks, I added one last season!”

Scar squinted as he looked at Bdubs' variety of clocks. “Hmm. Okay, sure. But what about- what about the... you know like, you've had this look for a long time still. Why don't you change it up?” Bdubs looked down at himself. A different shirt, different pants, different hair. But the other parts were the same. The sling across his torso, the red--

“How long have you even had that?”

“Hm?” Bdubs glanced back up, seeing Scar pointing to his head. “Oh, the- the headband?”

“Yeah- has that- is that like, the same one every time? How old is that thing?” Scar asked, sounding suddenly more curious than accusatory about his lack of skins for the series.

“It's uh... Yeah, I guess its just the same one.” He never thought too hard about it. “I mean, as much as it can be. Thing's been stitched back together, of course. No piece of fabric can last uh- last over ten years.”

“Ten years?” Scar was sounded in awe over the simple piece of fabric. “Wow, thats- that's a long time. A very long time.”

Bdubs couldn't help but smile for a moment, just at the thought. Ten years is a long time to keep the same look. “Yeah, well. It kind of just became the look after a while. Guess it's hard to change after that long.”

“Okay-” Scar gave a short laugh, “Okay well, I guess I can't blame you for keeping it the same still. It does suit you!”

“Oh, you're too nice..” Bdubs said with a chuckle. “But you should still get a shirt for next episode, alright?”

“Okay, fine. I'll find something.”

The moment Scar pulled his attention elsewhere, Bdubs' mind went back to Scar's question. Hardly did anyone ever comment on his choice of skin. Which was a shame only in that he did have reasons for not changing his since last life. Maybe he'd talk about that at some point. Outside of that though, he just hadn't thought about it. The look- the whole look in general had been the same ever since.... forever, basically. He ran his hand over the red band, feeling the material as it had always been. Stitched, stained, sometimes barely holding itself together. It was still the same one though.

“You haven't changed yet?”

It took a moment before Bdubs turned around, but when he did he was greeted by the familiar face of Kurt. It was almost hard to notice him under the shadow of the Arena's overhang, no matter how many torches had been spammed across the walls. Bdubs was atop a makeshift tower of dirt scaffolding, fixing some misaligned stone on the walls of the Arena. He started to shimmy his way down carefully, as Kurt watched patiently.

“What's that?” Bdubs said as himself off.

Kurt's eyes ran from Bdubs' feet to his head, giving a small smile. “The, uh... you're still wearing your UHC get-up.”

“Oh.” Bdubs gave a short laugh. “Yeah I- I guess I forgot. Not a bad thing though, suits me I think!”

“Well I- I'm glad you like it at least.” Kurt glanced away shyly as he walked over. “Or I assume you like it.”

“Of course I like it!” Bdubs said it like it was obvious, giving Kurt a nudge once he was closer. “You made it and- it looks good, man! How could I not like it?”

The moment Bdubs started going off, Kurt was quickly flustered by the compliments. “Um, I.. Thank you.”

Bdubs held his gaze for a few minutes without saying anything- perhaps just giving a moment for Kurt to cool down from the nice words. But how could Bdubs not say it? He didn't have any other skins, and out of all people to make one for him, he couldn't be more happy that Kurt decided to come up with something. The striking red headband stood out. And sure, he hadn't considered going shirtless for a UHC but it made sense. Definitely. At the very least it looked cool- that's what mattered.

Eventually he moved to the nearby bleachers, sitting down and patting the spot beside him. He'd been build all day, it felt better to relax for a light conversation.

“What made you made you pick the red?”

Kurt was slightly distracted, blinking to look back at Bdubs when he spoke again. “The red headband?”

“Yeah, yeah- you 'n Doc were blue, looked good- I was just wonderin'.” Bdubs paused as he too thought about it for a moment. “Not complaining, of course.”

“Ah well.” Kurt started, pursing his lips as he too went to think. He wasn't sure he actually had a deeper reason for it. “It uh, you know.. I just think it... stands out more? I think its... It's recognizable.”

“It does...! It does stand out.” Bdubs chuckled, leaning with his hand on his chin as he looked at Kurt.

Kurt wasn't good at making conversation really, and especially when it focused on his work. Talking up about himself wasn't easy, more so when Bdubs was all the more happy to throw compliments back at him all the time. It was much appreciated still.

“I love it though. I think I'll use it next season too.” Bdubs glanced away briefly in thought.

Kurt blinked at him. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah! Maybe again after that.” He grinned as he continued, “Maybe for every season? I don't think I'll need a new one.”

Kurt couldn't help but blush at the gesture. “O.. oh, well. I wouldn't be upset if you got a different one at some point...”

“No, no I couldn't..!” Bdubs waved, dismissing the idea. “Like I said, it suits me well!”

Kurt was silent for a moment, unable to find a response to Bdubs' thoughtful words. “Yes, I.. I think it does suit you well.”

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Sorry if I cant send more then one but Id love your thoughts on the three-in-one bundle andriod family fuckshow

FIRST OF ALL, OBSESSED WITH THE PHASE "THREE-IN-ONE BUNDLE ANDROID FAMILY FUCKSHOW." THEY SURE FUCKIN ARE!!!!!! my fucked up Italians!!! second of all, cannot believe i am saying this but I actually already did one for Jakob/Jose, you can find my thoughts on him over here!!

So for now I will do just tweedle dee and tweedle dipshit over here

LESTERLUCCIANO:

First impression: "ok so this Primo guy is associated with two other guys and one of them is like??? really short??? ok. wait what the fuck do you mean theyre all the same guy hello--"

Impression now: LITTLE FUCKER OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! god i love lester so much I love when a yugioh character is just some tiny bastard he's a PERMANENT 12 YEAR OLD he wears ROLLER SKATES FULL TIME he SKATEBOARDS he's RUDE AND MEAN TO EVERYONE his little cackle in his sub voice is DELIGHTFUL. top favorites forever. He is also agonizingly sad and if I think too hard about him I feel unwell.

Favorite moment: Thinking about when Primo loses in the WRGP and Lester starts shrieking at him about how he fucked up the plan and Primo just tells him to stop complaining/stop being petulant and Lester starts LITERALLY SHAKING WITH ABSOLUTE RAGE. THEY WERE HAVING A SHOVING MATCH IMMEDIATELY OFF SCREEN I JUST KNOW IT.

Idea for a story: something about Lester when he was first brought online. What that could have felt like. What would have happened if the implied Mental Blocks That Seal Off the Emperor's Memories weren't active when he first got turned on. Many potential for let's Be Kind of Emo About Lester moments.

Favorite relationship: Lester and Primo's dynamic is genuinely one of my favorite platonic yugioh character relationships, I need to talk more on it sometime. They really brotherpilled those two androids as hard as they possibly could and it makes me explode. Primo stole his card so Lester really just rips his whole deck out of his beat to shit torso. Unhinged Middle Schooler vs. Unhinged 19 Year Old.

Favorite headcanon: bird autism, can do So Many Skateboard Tricks, would pick up bugs and garbage and other shit off the ground and throw them at Primo. Very protective of his hair and knows a bunch of braids and styles. Is absolutely Fucking Terrified of Jakob but will not admit this. Bites. Hard.

PRIMOPLACIDO:

First impression: during his DL event back in 2021 I really was just like "idrk what's going on here with this like. weird 5Ds villain overlord guy. He's got a robot army I guess??? ok. is he like... 30? what is this shit about bees what the hell."

Impression now: that is my BOY my SON my FAILBOT9000 he is PERMANENTLY UNDER 20 he is a gijinka of just how much it sucks to be 19 and angry at everything and I LOVE HIM SO. SO MUCH. DID NOT EXPECT HIM TO BECOME ONE OF MY TOP FAVORITE YGO CHARACTERS BUT HERE WE ARE. he just sucks so bad and nobody likes him and if i also think too hard about him and how agonizingly lonely and fucked up he is I start getting BIG SAD. HE TURNED INTO A FUCKING MOTORCYCLE. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH HIM. HE DIED BADLY AND CAME BACK BADLY. LOVE THIS ANIMAL. THE PEEM.

Favorite moment: they really gave this poor bastard one of the most 'gruesome' ygo duel loss moments huh. Like he's a robot so it's fine to show it but he did still get RIPPED IN HALF. AND HIS STUPID SWORD SKIDDED ACROSS THE PAVEMENT SOUNDING LIKE A SILVERWARE DRAWER. it makes me bananas. I also rly love the bit when he's working on his secret Ghost Army and Jakob videocalls to yell at him and Primo just looks away like a dog that got caught eating out of the trash.

Idea for a story: oooouughhhh none of yall are ready for the AU simmering in the back of my brain where Leo tries to save a chunk of Aporia's inner robotic hardware to try and bring him back to life, but it's corrupted and incomplete and only brings back Primo. So now you have this miserable postcanon Primo with no deck no sword no NOTHING being shown kindness from Yusei & co and having to live with all of Aporia's memories and knowledge of What He Did. it's so special to me. i need to brew some more on it.

Unpopular opinion: every day. i see this weird idea that Primo is like.... uwu so suave and dainty and delicate??? and it's like....HUH???? this 6 foot tall WEIRD GUY is PART MOTORCYCLE and MEAN AS HELL and UNPLEASANT TO BE AROUND and FUMBLES EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS PLANS. let him suck ass!! he's at his best when he sucks!! ALSO THE LIKE. FANDOM IDEA THAT HE LOVES BEES??!? literally every time he talks about insects it's in a derogatory manner for the love of god i am begging for media literacy. im on my hands and knees here.

Favorite relationship: I do love his stupid one-sided rivalry with Yusei it's so fucking funny. But also, again, he and Lester....god. Love them so fucking much. If Primo hated Lester as much as he acts and claims he would not have gone along with his little rich kid's butler bit I just know it (without complaining either!!). You can argue he just tolerates Lester's company but I genuinely think he does like it. even if it's just a little. Based and Big Brother'd. Wahhhh

Favorite headcanon: god where do I start. Autism Beast. Constantly on the verge of an being overstimulated meltdown. Zero volume control. If someone had introduced him to wolves that would have been it, he would have been a complete wolfaboo. Avid watcher of Cool Sword Videos. Built like a pit bull.

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NUMBER

PROLOGUE + Chapter 1

Word count: 5,185

Summary: A series that takes place in another universe based on four unique genetically modified soldiers that are sent on a wad of missions during a war they were raised to fight for.

Warnings: angst, vulgar themes, guns, death, blood, war, all I can think of.

Tags: none.

Note: Austin is referred to as TS-109 at the beginning. It’s a bit confusing at first with all the numbers. Bare with me. This chapter was made a month ago, and I never had the balls to post it. Still don’t. But yeah I wanna get rid of it so here we are lol.

MASTERLIST — SERIES

—

The man had entered the white room. His brunette colored hair was swept to the side, and he had one hand in his pocket, with the other hand holding onto a smaller hand. That of a child, who had blonde hair, blue eyes, and looked to be about 2 years old. They could barely walk, but it was something.

When he had entered the room, he was greeted with another person. They had worn a white coat with a blue button up, they looked down at the boy then at the man. “This is Austin.” The brunette said, gently leading the little blonde boy in front of him with his hand. “The one who has been chosen.”

“Ah yes,” the man in the coat said, leaning down to look at the little boy, “your son?”

“Yes.” The brunette answered. “This is my son. Although, he’ll never know it from this day forth.” They had glanced down at the boy who was holding his father’s hand still. He was looking up at the man in the coat, who was now kneeling in front of the boy.

“I see.” The man sighed. “Yes, he will do just fine.” He had scooped the small boy into his arms and frantically Austin had turned to look at his father. He reached out towards the brunette, as if he was pleading for him not to go. “Are you sure you want to do this?” The man asked the brunette, with the boy still staring back at the brunette.

“Yes,” the brunette had a confident tone, “I don’t want the boy anymore.”

“I mean he’s not a dog.” The man in the coat stated. “He’ll be treated inhumanly here.”

“So be it.” The brunette shook his head. “I don’t see why I should care.” Stepping away from the pair for just a moment. “I’m sure he’ll be a fine young man.” There was a tone of spite.

“Say goodbye to your father, Austin.” The man said, and the boy watched his father turn their back on him. Austin watched desperately, silent.

—

The blonde sat in his cell block, he was hunched over his bed. With his elbows placed against his thighs, which were bobbing up and down due to the shaking of his legs. In front of him was a metal door with a glass peep hole, which was his only way of seeing the outside.

He wore a white long sleeve shirt with a number written on the back, 109 it had read, finished with some white pants, he was bare foot, and his hair was cut short. His toilet was beside his bed, made of metal painted white.

However, he wasn’t alone in this cell. He was paired up with at least three more people. They all wore the same thing 109 wore, their numbers were different. 1408, 3589, and 6542. All paired up together, 109 was the oldest out of all of them, oldest as in: the most experienced one.

109 was the leader of the group, or so it seemed. The group had saw him as some sort of leader at least, and whatever he wanted them to do, they’d do. The squad were all chained together, with the metal chain wrapped around their torsos, all connected.

As 109 sat there, shaking like usual. 1408, who was laying beside him, was sleeping peacefully. In fact, all of them were. Which was the best thing they could do in an empty cell like theirs.

The conditions they lived in were horrid. From what 109 knew, the only way they could drink water was by drinking toilet water. Which obviously was not fresh, it tasted dirty, tasted soiled. They rarely got food, and when they did, it was usually sludge which was made from raw meat, grind up together to make this porridge like substance.

It was gross, and there was always one bowl of it. To which all four of them would have to share that said bowl. So they’d have to eat in small portions, a lot of the times the disgusting combination of food would make them throw up. If they couldn’t reach the toilet bowl in time, they’d throw up on the ground, and the ground was never clean. So, they’d have to eat it back up. Nothing was worse than that, in 109’s humble opinion.

109’s eyes looked at his squad-mates. With 1408 curled up beside him, his face was dirty and bruised. With his cheekbone stapled together to heal the cut that had been given to him in a previous test. He had short brunette hair as well, but he had green eyes from what 109 could recall. 1408 had lost his whole entire forearm in a test he had taken. The same went for his left eye.

They both were replaced with cybernetic parts. His right forearm was made from silver titanium, and 109 could hear the insides of the mechanical arm whirring away. 1408’s right eye was suited for augmented reality. 109 could remember as clear as day, when 1408 lost his eye. His head was held down by robotic claws, and then his eye was ripped out clean. 109 had been staring the whole time, his eyes wide, and he could remember hearing 6542 screaming out of pure frustration when he watched what happened to his friend. 1408 at the time had to process everything that had just happened, the shock was immense.

109 blinked his eyes out of his imagination. He didn’t want to think of that test, not at this moment. His eyes looked over at 3589, who had blonde hair so blonde that it looked white. With incredibly pale skin, so pale it looked snow white, to match it all off. His eyes as well were pale, ice blue eyes to be exact. He had his number branded on his neck, an indicator of who and what he belonged to.

6542 as well had blonde hair, but it looked almost brown, compared to 109 which had golden hair, whilst 3589 had bleach blonde hair. 6542 had blonde hair so dark it could’ve tricked anybody into him being a brunette. He was pale as well, but not as pale as 3589.

109 breathed in, hearing an alarm ring in his ears. The three boys who were sleeping beside him had shot awake, they all sat up in sync, with 6542 being pushed off the bed due to the limited space available. 109 got off the bed, walking to the door, with the other three boys following behind him closely.

As the alarm rang clear in his ears. He poked his head out of the cell, seeing another cellmate poke their head out. “Squad one-oh-nine may now line up.” He could hear the announcer say. 109 took a step out of the cell, lining up down the hall. Due to muscle memory, the squad had raised their hands in the air, bringing them behind their head.

“What do you think they want with us today?” 1408 asked from behind 109. The blonde glanced back at 1408, shrugging.

“I think it’s another test.” 109 whispered as the squad started walking forward in a neat line. “Actually,” he corrected, “it is a test.”

“It’s always a test you blumbering buffoon!” 109 heard 6542 spit through gritted teeth. “Until we ace a test we can actually finally fuckin’ leave and get outta here!”

“I’ve aced dozens of tests and I’m still here!” 1408 shot at 6542.

“Shut up fourteen,” 3589 butted in between the bickering, “we’re about to get tested.” He yelled in a whisper.

“Maybe Nine will just leave.” 1408 said, ignoring what 3589 was telling them. “Nine has been here the longest.”

“I’m not leaving you guys.” 109 saw the end of the hall now, seeing the door slide open into another room. As he was approaching the door, he inhaled deeply. “You guys are all I have.” He exhaled, entering the white room.

They approached the center of the lab, with all their hands behind their head. “You may now put your hands down.” They heard, and the four of them obliged. The white walls slowly faded away into transparent windows, and they all said nothing but look at their surroundings.

They were standing in the middle of a room, surrounded by windows. On the other side, were men and women with white coats, one of them seemed to be eyeing 109. As he stood there, he could see the man in the white coat standing directly in front of him. The two of them eyeing each other. In front of the man, was a microphone and button. Pressing down on the button, he spoke into the microphone. “Congratulations.” He spoke. “You four have been chosen.”

“Chosen for what?” 1408 whispered.

“Quiet shitface.” 3589 said through gritted teeth.

The man in the coat had pulled away from the microphone. 109 continued to stare at them in silence. Even in spite of the microphone being off, he could still hear everything. “Will these four do?” The man in the coat spoke, and 109 could see another man walking towards the window with his hands behind his back. He had dark skin, metallic hair, wearing a white button up, a blazer, with pants and dress shoes.

“Who are they?” He asked.

Turning back to press the button. “Introduce yourself boys.” The man in the coat spoke.

109 sighed, straightening up his posture. “I’m TS-one-oh-nine, enhanced senses.” He gave a brief introduction to himself. Haunching himself down so 1408 could introduce himself.

“TS-one-four-oh-eight, apparently I’m supposed to be the smart one.”

“TS-three-five-eight-nine, enhanced strength.”

“TS-six-five-four-two, bullseye.” 6542 finished off the greetings. 109 could see the man in the coat pull away from the microphone once more, looking at the man in the suit.

“One-oh-nine huh…” the man in the suit said under his breath. 109 kept glaring at him, “enhanced senses correct? Meaning he’s a tracker.”

“Yes sir.”

“He’s one-oh-nine, apart of the original tracker generation? The first two hundred?”

“Yes sir.”

“I’ll take him and the squad.” Reaching out his hand towards the other. “Pleasure to do business with you, Lorenzo.”

“Good luck with them, Hugo.” Lorenzo nodded his head, glancing at 109 who had been watching them the whole time. His eyes narrowed towards them with brows furrowed. “Muzzle them.” He ordered as Hugo turned their back on them.

The glass walls turned solid white, and 109 looked at the platform from beneath them. “So it wasn’t a test?” 1408 asked.

“We’re about to get muzzled and you’re worried about the fuckin’ test?” 6542 looked at 1408. All of them stepped back a bit to see the floor open up with a robotic like limb crawling out of the floor.

“Hey sixty-five, getting muzzled is better than getting tested on.” 1408 claimed defensively.

“We’re about to get muzzled and you two are still bickering?!” 3589 commented, and he stepped back. Which caused the rest of the line to step back with him. 109 exhaled sharply when he felt claws hold onto the back of his head to keep him still, his eyes staring down at the muzzle.

— CHAPTER 1

Ever since they had gotten chosen, they had been given new armor for themselves. They were given custom uniforms rather than the standard issue military uniform. They were all given black and gray armor, except for 1408, due to the fact he specialized in tech and medicine. He was given a lighter shade of gray with black armor.

109 had a black and gray helmet. The front of the helmet was painted with gray to outline the T Visor that the helmet had. The cheek bones of the helmet were painted with a darker shade of gray to define the the T Visor. The left side of the helmet had an ear cap which had held a rangefinder. The other side had a flashlight attachment for it. He had a gray chest plate with a black piece to shield his stomach. As well as gray shoulder pads with a black pauldron, black vambraces outlined with gray paint, and black tassets outlined gray as well. All finished up with a black leather holster that was attached to his waistline.

The rest of them had different designs on their helmets, and no pauldron. 1408 had a helmet with gray stripes pointing down the cheekbones of the helmet. With sharp like claws drawn on the dome of the helmet. He wore a magnetic backpack attached to his armor plating to carry all his medical supplies, plus his tech supplies.

6542 had a crosshair edged into the right side of his helmet, and with gray outlining the T visor of his helmet. His shoulder pad had a sharp wing to it, since he was issued with a standard silenced rifle. And that wing on his shoulder pad could be useful when he had to aim. He wore a black leather shoulder strapped gun belt as well.

3589? Well, he simply drew a gray smiley face on his full face helmet. And that was pretty much it. He kept it simple. Every helmet had a flashlight attachment they kept at all times. 3589 would wear a magnetic backpack that carried all their rations and ammo.

109 stared down at his helmet for a moment, he could hear the door in front of him open, and in came a woman. Her arms were crossed over her chest, she leaned back to look at the squad. 109 had noticed that she was holding a folder, a few papers poking out.

“So… you guys are Squad Echo.” She looked at the four of them. Noticing how 109 was standing in the center with his helmet in his hand. His squad-mates had seemed to not notice her, and if they had heard her, they obviously ignored her. But she looked at 109, intrigued with him. He had blonde hair, gold blonde hair, and a clean shaven face. She raised a brow, seeing how his head turned to look at one of his squad-mates.

A chiseled jawline, with a well built masculine nose, a high bridge, lips with a prominent cupids bow, golden hair that looked to be in shape of a soft mullet. She had seen many test subjects in her days. Most of them were good looking men, and 109 was no exception. “Oi, boys, listen up.” He chipped, and the squad fell silent. They all looked at him for a moment before looking at the woman who stood at the front of the room.She could see his dark eyes, seeming focused on her.

“Oh.” 1408 rubbed his nose.

109 folded his arms, looking at the woman. “You guys are Squad Echo correct?” She repeated.

“Yeah.” 109 answered for them.

“You guys have a name?”

“TS-One-Four-“

“No no,” she cut them off, “actual names. Not numbers.” This was met with an uncomfortable silence. With the squad forming up behind 109, their eyes glaring at the woman. “Okay… so… I’m guessing no.” She approached 109, standing in front of him with her head tilted back to look at him properly. “You look like an Austin.” She pointed to his chest. “You look like a butler too. So…” she tilted her head. “Austin Butler will be your name.”

109 stood there for a moment, his eyes looking over at 1408 who had a genuinely confused look on his face. “Austin?” 109 repeated once he looked back at her.

“Yes.” She nodded. “You’re Austin, and I’m Samantha.” She smiled patting his chest. She looked at 1408, “and you-“

“I’ll name myself.” He cut her off. “Austin sounds rather basic.” He smirked at the blonde, who stood there stiffly. “I’ll be… Delta.” He shrugged, coming up with a random name.

“No last name?” Samantha asked.

“You have our files there don’t you.” Delta pointed to the folder she was holding. “I’m sure they have our real names and everything…” he trailed off, “…so just give us those names.”

Austin looked at Samantha, “I bet my name was already Austin, anyways.” He claimed.

Samantha sighed, and looked at the folder, opening it. “Your names are quite boring. But yes Austin, you’re right. Your name was originally Austin.” She nodded her head, looking past Delta then at 3589. “Your folder just has what you’ve been tested on, how well you’ve done on each test, how long you’ve been tested on, and everything like that.” Samantha looked into the folder, flipping through the pages. “So… thirty-five, what name will you choose?”

3589 stood for a moment in silence. “I guess,” breathing in and rubbing the back of his head to think, “Riot.” He shrugged.

The rest of the squad looked over at 6542, wanting to see what name he’d come up with. “Bullseye.” He said simply.

“Alright, Austin,” Samantha pointed to the towering blonde, “Delta, Riot, and Bullseye, nice.” She nodded her head, pointing to each of them individually. “From what your folders say. You boys were tested on to be soldiers, superior soldiers, correct?”

They all nodded in sync.

“Austin, you have enhanced senses. You’re a tracker right?”

“Yes.”

“Alright well then that makes you the leader.” She pat his chest before stepping back. “I’m your commanding officer. Anything you guys do. You will report to me.”

“Yes sir.” Austin nodded, understanding.

“Good good, anyways your guys first mission will be on the outpost Labara.” Samantha flipped the pages of the folder. The four of them stayed silent, letting her debrief them. “We lost contact from them at least thirty-seven half moons ago. They’re carrying precious cargo, according to the senate that is.” She sighed, rolling her eyes. “So go get the cargo. And find out what happened.”

“And if we can’t?” Austin asked calmly.

“Then you’ll go back to the testing facilities.” With a smile, “Good luck.” She laughed, waving goodbye to them as she left their room.

Austin stood there for a moment, before looking at all of three. “Lets go.” He said calmly, putting his helmet on. The insides of his helmet pressurized, and he breathed through the filter.

—

Austin stood still, looking behind him as he could see the helicopter that just dropped he and his squad off fly into the distance. Austin said nothing, keeping his hands on his belt. They were in front of the outpost, it looked abandoned, long abandoned. Looked like shit to be frank.

The outpost was in a dome shape, dirty, and as Austin started walking to get closer to it. All he could see was scratches that surrounded the building. Blood stains as well, dry beyond their days. The odor of rotting flesh filled the air. “Smells like the testing facilities.” Delta commented.

“Smells like you.” Bullseye countered.

“I don’t smell like rotting flesh you dip-“

“I’m not gonna listen to you two argue!” Riot cut the two of them off. “You guys are annoying as hell.” He growled lowly. Still following close behind Austin, who was approaching the door of the dome outpost. Riot looked down at the ground, seeing the blood trail that lead towards the door of the building.

“Wonder what happened here…” Delta whispered as he stared at the trail of blood. It was clear someone had been dragged into the facility, there were handprints on the ground, as if they had been slapping the ground or even clawed it to stop themselves from being dragged in. Austin said nothing but look at the door, seeing the control console, he tapped on it gently. The door however, didn’t open.

“Riot.” Austin glanced back at his friend, stepping aside for him. Riot without any hesitation replaced Austin, he grabbed the edge of the door. Inhaling sharply, he pulled back, and the door slid open with ease. He fell back behind Austin, allowing him to enter first.

He pressed his hand on the grip of his gun, walking inside the outpost. He looked around, seeing wires falling from the ceiling, as well as the steel walls being bent up. While walking into the dome outpost, his eyes darted throughout the scenery. He looked down at the blood stained floor, crouching down to wipe it.

He brought his index and middle finger near his nose, taking in the scent. Old blood, smells about 37 half moons. Human blood… mixed with the scent of some sort of animal. He thought to himself as he stood up straight. “This post has been abandoned for over thirty-seven half moons that’s for sure.”

“And?” Riot asked.

“Human.” He continued on. “Definitely was eaten alive.” He added, walking forward once again. “Think the whole crew was eaten.” He inhaled deeply, something smelled bad, but it wasn’t a rotting body. Looking back down at the ground, he crouched. His fingers rubbing the ground again to take in the smell. “The thing that killed them is still in here.”

“So, what do you want us to do?” Bullseye asked, stepping to Austin’s side.

“Be bait.” He touched his helmet before looking over at Delta. “Think you can get into the communications?” He asked. “Locate if there are any life forms?”

“Already on that.” Delta was looking at his console, which was attached to his vambrace. His vambrace had at least five buttons attached to it. Through his robotic eye, he could see everything on the supposed screen displayed on the lens of his pupil.

Austin watched Delta as his fingers were tapping against the buttons of the console. Austin looked around in the empty ship, his eyes blinking from underneath his helmet. Riot and Bullseye were completely quiet, knowing Austin and Delta had to focus.

Austin heard the three of them breathing. Delta was calm, shallow. Riot’s was a bit heavy, while Bullseye was completely calm. He listened to the sounds of Delta’s cybernetic arm whirring away. “Found it.” Delta broke the silence, and Bullseye looked over Delta’s shoulder. “There is currently one life form. On the lower levels of the ship, it seems to be near the generator.”

They all looked at Austin, who began walking forward, he knew where the generator was. The three of them lined up from behind him, knowing damn well they could trust him. Austin had never let go of his pistol, he was able to find one of the doors that lead down to the lower levels. Austin walked down the stairs, Delta following right behind him.

Once he had entered the lower levels, he could hear the sound of deep ragged breathing. However, it was immensely cold down in the lower levels. Austin bit his lower lip, held up his hand, balling up his fist. “I hate hand signals…” Riot complained.

“Perhaps you should learn them then, Riot.” Delta side eyed his comrade.

“You memorize them!” He shot at him.

“I have!” Delta countered, shutting Riot up. He groaned in annoyance, knowing well he couldn’t actually think of a good comeback. Bullseye looked at them, smiling to himself. Delta had an attitude, and would often bicker with everyone except for Austin. And Bullseye understood why, Austin was their leader. He was the only one who earned Delta’s respect.

Austin grabbed the bottom of the metal door. A sharp inhale, he shot it up, slamming the door open. He stood at the entrance, finally slipping his pistol from his holster. He walked into the room, looking at his surroundings.

Delta stood by Austin’s side. Looking in front of him was another dome. However it was destroyed, the glass was broken, shards scattered throughout the floor, and Delta could see that it was some sort of test facility. “Were they keeping testers here too?” Bullseye asked, holding out his rifle.

Austin was silent for a few more moments. Delta could see computers lined up, and most likely he could connect his his console over to to one of the controls. “I’ll get the power on.” He said, walking over to the computer. He pressed his cybernetic against the controls, the wires of the cybernetic slowly slid out. Attaching themselves into the controls of the computer.

Delta stood still, and Austin walked into the facility. Still holding his pistol into his hand, Austin could hear the sounds of what sounded like low frequencies. As Austin listened to the sounds of Delta clicking the console. Tilting his head to the side, he could hear what sounded to be low clicks mixed with low frequencies.

It was above him. He turned around to look up, tapping the side of his helmet which turned on his flashlight. Austin could see water dripping down from the ceiling. Bullseye reached for the water, covering his hand in it. It was gooey, thick, slime. Austin kept his eyes on the ceiling.

Riot could see the animal that was attached to the ceiling. It was hanging off of it, staring directly at Austin’s face. It had the body of a salamander, but the nose of a mole, with a face of a coyote. “What the fuck is that…” Riot asked through the microphone of his helmet.

Without thinking, Austin shot at the creature. It roared violently at him, jumping down on top of the soldier. The creature was twice Austin’s size, and their talons slapped at his head. Austin punched the side of their face, Riot grabbed their tail, throwing them off of his friend. All three of them held out their pistols, firing off at the creature without thinking.

It shrieked, disappearing back into the vents. The power switched on immediately, and Austin looked around, slightly frustrated then clicked the flashlight off. Thinking on his heels, he jumped up, grabbing the wall of the laboratory. He began climbing up, attaching a grappling hook attachment to his pistol, he shot it at the ceiling.

“No! Austin- don’t-“ but he was already inside the vents. Riot sighed in annoyance, shaking his head.

“Well that’s Austin for you, always thinking with his gun.” Delta sighed, unfazed. Bullseye pressed the side of his helmet. When looking through his lens, he could see a heat source a few meters away in the vents.

From what Bullseye could see. Austin was rolling around in the vent. And he could see his friend punching the side of the animals head. A gunshot rang suddenly. “Austin’s got everything under control, clearly.” Bullseye commented slyly.

Austin felt the tail of the creature hit his torso. He fell through the vents into another room, scrambling onto his feet. He held out his pistol once more, aiming it at the head of the creature. He shot at it, only for it to dive down with its jaws shutting down onto Austin’s torso. “Aw fuck-“ he gasped for air before he was thrown at the wall.

The creature launched its head at Austin’s face. Who grabbed their jaw to hold them back, he could feel their tongue licking his torso, he couldn’t lie, he was grossed out. Which came as a slight shock, considering he use to drink toilet water for a living before getting chosen. Pushing back against the wall, he threw the creature down onto the ground. Holstering his pistol, he grabbed his vambrace. Reaching for the grip of his protoknife, he took it out of its sheathe.

The blade was in a form of a hunters knife. However the edge, tip, and heel gleamed midnight purple. The knife let out a small cackling sound. If Austin’s pistol had no effect, than maybe his protoknife did.

The edge of the blade began to heat up, and the creature lowly growled at Austin. Standing before him, saliva seemed to be pooling from underneath them. He stood still, holding the blade to brace himself when it launched. Quickly ducking down to dodge it, he slashed the knife into the stomach of the creature. The edge burned into its stomach, ripping it open which caused it to hit the wall, and he turned around. Wiping his T visor once he saw splotches got onto it.

The door slid open, and Delta stood in front of Riot and Bullseye. Austin shook his head, breathing through the air filter. He walked over to Delta, who blinked from underneath his mask. He knew that Austin was going to request something from him. “Have you found out anything about the outpost.” He asked.

Delta nodded his head. “Yes, as it appears. The last attempted transmission was sent thirty-eight half moons ago.”

“Oh, thought it was seven.” Austin commented. “The signal seemed weak.”

“Well no. But, you were right about how everyone in the crew perished. This animal here is a Molert, it’s being tested on to see it— correct me if I’m wrong—“

“Why would we do that?” Bullseye asked obliviously, cutting Delta off.

Delta glanced at Bullseye. “Because some of you can’t just shut up.” He answered. Austin cracked a slight smile from underneath the helmet. Riot let out an audible chuckle. With Bullseye nodding his head in agreement. “Anyways,” he continued on, “the creature, the Molert, is being tested on to put its DNA… in armor…?” He tried to explain.

“What?” Riot tilted his head.

“I’m just reading what my console says, Riot.” He looked at his friend before looking at Austin. “They have made some armor already, somewhere in this floor… I think that’s what Samantha wants.”

“Alright,” Austin nodded, “we’ll split up. Delta, you’re with me. Riot, you’re with Bullseye. Bullseye is always bickering with Delta.” He stepped away from them, and Delta nodded his head. Riot pat Bullseye’s shoulder, before the four of them split.

—

The four of them dropped the cargo in front of Samantha. She was sitting in her office, had her legs crossed. Looking up at the four of them, she was confused then looked over her desk to see the cargo they dropped.

Austin grabbed the bottom of his helmet, pulling it off of himself. His gray eyes dilated to adjust to the lighting. “We got the cargo.” He said in a husky tone, walking forward to push the box forward.

Samantha got off her chair, walking past her desk to look at the cargo. She crouched down, grabbing the locks of the cargo to open it. Without saying anything, she looked inside for a moment then quickly closed it. “This was at the outpost?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Wow… I didn’t know this was there.” She murmured, Austin stared at her. Tilting his head a bit, he inhaled deeply and let out a slow exhale. He could hear Samantha’s heartbeat, it was erratic from what he could tell. He blinked his eyes, curious as to why her heartbeat was that way.

She stood up straight, chuckling to herself nervously. “Alright, thank you, I’ll be sure to tell the senate. Anything else?”

Austin stepped back. “The last transmission sent was thirty-seven moons ago, the attempted one was sent thirty-eight moons ago, they tried to contact Eleven but couldn’t… the Outpost got attacked by a Molert. Everyone at the outpost is dead.”

“They all got eaten.” Delta clarified.

“Alright… is that all for the report?” Samantha asked, her leg kicked the cargo to the side.

“Yes, sir.” Austin confirmed for her.

“You four are dismissed.” With the wave of her hand, he slipped his helmet back on. Feeling it pressurize around his head, causing him to breathe through the filter. Turning his back on Samantha, he left her office. Delta, Riot, and Bullseye followed behind.

[itcamefromthetoybox]

Enter the Nightbird: The Movie

We’re another week closer to “Transformers: Rise of the Beasts,” which means we’re looking at yet another toy from that very same movie! This week, we’re going to be taking a look at a character voiced by the first openly trans actress in the franchise, Michaela Jaé Rodriguez. We’re also going to be taking a look at a new type of figure for the franchise, which should be interesting. Let’s see how the toymakers did with “Transformers: Rise of the Beasts Flex Changers Nightbird” and see if this new type of figure has staying potential!

So first off, who exactly is Nightbird? The original version of the character appeared in only one episode of “Transformers” in the 80’s, where she was a human-made giant ninja robot built to somehow benefit mankind before the Decepticons stole and reprogrammed her. She didn’t really have a personality, being just an evil robot that fought the Autobots before being captured and put in storage by the end of the episode. It was never explained how mankind would benefit from having a giant ninja robot, but then again, I’m no scientist, so maybe I’m missing something. G1 Nightbird would go on to appear in minor roles in comics, video games, and manga over the years, with a few toys to her name. A new version of Nightbird would appear in “Transformers: Cyberverse” as a ninja mercenary who worked under Soundblaster as part of a scheme to raid Cybertron in one of the two Netflix movies that were released to wrap up “Cyberverse” as a series. The version of Nightbird appearing in “Rise of the Beasts” is a member of the Terrorcons, the villainous faction appearing in this film. Since the movie isn’t out yet at the time of this review, all I can say about her is that she’s an evil ninja who turns into a car.

One fun thing I do want to note, by the way, is that the Nightbird toys made for this movie are the first Nightbird toys to be original molds. Usually, Nightbird’s figures are retools of various female Autobots, usually Arcee. In fact, her character model in “Transformers: Cyberverse” was a recolored Arcee, even though Nightbird never got a toy for that line. So this is really the first original figure of the character.

Now, what exactly are Flex Changers? They’re a new line of figures similar to the One-Step Changers from previous toylines in that they’re smaller than the average figure and transform in about 1-2 steps. The difference is that these figures exclusively use an elastic band that’s integrated into the toy’s body to transform. The band holds the toy together, and transforming the figure comes down to using the band to flip and fold the toy from one form to another. It’s an interesting concept, though one I’m a bit wary of due to the fact that, should anything happen to the band, the entire toy falls apart.

Cybertronian Goth Girlfriend.

Nightbird’s robot mode looks very sleek, with some odd proportion choices. Her legs are really long, her torso’s squat, and her arms are kinda short. It does get across the fact that this is an alien robot, and the design choices were made due to the gimmick, but it still comes out looking odd. Nightbird’s color scheme is very reminiscent of G1 Nightbird, looking a bit more like that character than her movie form, which suggests that, much like the Cheetor from the same line, Nightbird’s Flex Changer figure is based off an earlier design. I’m honestly fine with this, since the colors look great for an evil ninja. As you can see from the pics, the elastic band, called an “Energon Band,” is clearly visible around Nightbird’s shoulders, neck, and, to a lesser extent, hips. It doesn’t take away from the figure, though, since the pink color of the band goes great with the rest of Nightbird’s colors and you do want the band to stand out a bit since it guides Nightbird’s transformation.

Nightbird’s vehicle mode looks pretty good, with only a few issues. She’s a grey and black sports car, with her color scheme broken up only by the Energon Bands that are visible near the front of the car. My main issue is how, when looked at from the sides, Nightbird has some pretty noticeable gaps due to how she transforms. I know it’s just because of how the gimmick works, but it’s kinda distracting to have some large holes above her rear wheels.

By the time the Terrorcons had noticed anything was wrong, Nightbird’s stolen parts were already on their way to a chop shop.

Transforming Nightbird is a very, VERY straightforward process. You untab her chest from her lower torso and use the bands to guide all her parts into alignment. While it can be easy at first to not get something lined up well, the bands do a good job making sure you know you did something wrong or right and are very good at directing you. After you do it a few times, it’s a simple process. My concern here, though, is the bands themselves. When my wife and I were each transforming Nightbird, we were worried about stressing the bands or stretching them too much. While there haven’t been reports of the bands breaking as far as I know, I feel like repeated reckless transformations will eventually damage the band. So definitely keep an eye on that so your toy doesn’t break.

Nightbird is a sleek ninja, meant to go toe-to-toe with other acrobatic fighters like Arcee. So therefore, you would want Nightbird to have at least a little articulation for ninja stuff, right? Yeah, this figure doesn’t have that. In fact, this figure has absolutely no articulation at all. Other than transforming her, Nightbird’s entire body does not move. Honestly, it’s kinda a letdown, especially with her price tag. You would hope that her arms move at least, or her head turns, but nope. Zilch. Nada. The pose you see in the box is all there is, which seems to be the case for the other figures in this wave.

“Flex Changers Nightbird” is available at mass retail for about $15-$17 and is aimed at ages 6 and up. I feel like that’s a good age range, but there’s always the chance of your kid being less than thrilled by how little the figure actually does and how it takes a few tries to get used to the bands in her body. Would I recommend this figure? Honestly, no. She’s a static figure who can’t be posed, her transformation revolves around an elastic band that feels like it’s getting stressed if you do something wrong, and she costs a pretty penny. If I’m shelling out $17 for a toy, I expect to at least be able to move the arms a little. It’s especially disappointing since the toyline for “Transformers: Earthspark” has the Flip Changers line that also has zero to little articulation and costs a lot less. It feels like you’re paying a good amount more for the fact this figure’s a little bigger than the Flip Changers and has an elastic band instead of a spring. My advice if you want a Nightbird? Save your money and get the Deluxe Class figure from the main line, sold either on her own or in a three-pack with Cheetor and Wheeljack. This is JS signing off and wishing you Happy Toy Hunting.

[serenity-fujakante]

A Dragon and A Goddess

The House

Kiana woke up covered with something. She felt something leathery on her body. She briefly moved against the warm body, and a hiss sounded in her ear. She sat up and heard a groan. Kiana stood up, and her stomach growled. She whined and went to see if there was any fish left. She saw a note and she frowned when she saw the blood on the floor. Kiana cooked herself some fish over the fire, and she decided that she would protect Serenity until she woke up. Kiana went outside and squatted over a bush. She peed, and she came back inside. Her face went red as she saw a naked Serenity. The dragon hummed as she waved and pulled a pair of boy shorts on. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine." Kiana looked away as she undid her bandages. Kiana heard another hiss, and she snuck a peek. She blushed scarlet as she saw Serenity's back muscles. She squeaked as the dragon turned around. "Do you always stare at girls who are stripping?" Serenity asked. Kiana froze, and the dragon smirked. She moved towards Kiana, who shivered. "Help me with these bandages." Serenity hummed. Kiana nodded, and she frowned when she noticed the three long scratches going down her stomach.

"What happened!?"

"I'm fine. It's just scratches. Are you staying for a while, or are you going home?"

"I'll stay a while." Kiana hummed as she bandaged the girls' torso.

"Good than you can come help me verify that I killed that monster." Serenity went to her room and came out with two yukatas. "Here. It might be a little too small with your chest being bigger than mine. I need to buy more clothes."

"I need to get mine." They both got dressed.

"Well, come along, little goddess." The dragon hummed as she took her hand. Kiana blushed, and she shook her head. She was still hurting over Mei, betraying her. She didn't want to get too attached to Serenity. The dragon led the goddess out of her cave, and Kiana's eyes widened at the sight of the dead monster.

"You killed that all by yourself?"

"Yes. I wish I had a way to have proof, but I guess she'll believe two of us."

"I have a phone."

"A phone?" Serenity asked as she saw Kiana pulled out a rectangular device.

"These are the new ones. They're touch screen and you can play games on it." Serenity heard the familiar click of a camera, and she looked in awe at the picture on the screen.

"It's has a camera?" Serenity asked. Kiana nodded, and she put her phone in her purse. "Humans are intelligent creatures."

"Yes."

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"I can't believe you killed it." A red-haired woman came out, and Kiana's eyes widened.

"Himeko!?"

"Kiana!?"

"You two know each other?" Serenity asked.

"Yes. She's my aunt. We were part of the same squad."

"Why are you with Serenity? Are you cheating on Mei?" Kiana sniffled. "Oh dear, what happened?"

"Is Mei the woman who cheated on you?" Serenity asked softly. Kiana nodded, and she tackled Himeko into a hug.

"Mei cheated?" Himeko asked.

"With Elysia." Himeko got angry.

"She ended up in my cave." Serenity squatted, and she cried out in pain. Himeko looked at the dragon worriedly.

"I see. You got injured?"

"It's nothing compared to before. You're moving out?" Serenity noticed the house was empty.

"Yes. I found a house that was fully furnished, and so I'm leaving some of the stuff for you." Serenity hummed as she nodded. "Kiana. I want you to help Serenity move into here."

"Alright." Kiana moved away, and Serenity wandered around the house as the two girls chatted. It was a nice house with four bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms. Serenity only noticed that three of the rooms were furnished and one was empty. Serenity frowned when she pictured a black haired child running past her. She could hear the laughing of her mate.

"Lady Fujakante?" A voice called to her. Serenity looked up and saw Himeko, who understood.

"I'm fine."

"I hope you'll be able to find another mate."

"I'm sure I will." Serenity snapped. Himeko knew she didn't mean snap at her, so she beckoned the girl over, and Serenity followed.

"Serenity?"

"I'm fine, Kiana."

"You're crying."

"Just a memory." Serenity took the cup of tea and drank it.

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"You don't have much stuff." Kiana hummed as she helped Serenity put boxes in the cart.

"That's because most of it burned." Serenity hissed. She carefully wrapped a picture frame in cloth, and Kiana had seen a black haired boy smiling.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Serenity hummed. They finished packing, and Serenity snapped her fingers, making the house disappear.

"Woah!"

"My magic can make a temporary living area until I can find a permanent spot." The dragon hummed as she pulled on the cart. Kiana walked next to her and kept an eye out. "Do you need clothes?"

"Yes, but I don't want to go home."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to face Mei alone yet."

"I can go with you."

"You would do that?" The dragon nodded, and they made it to the house. Serenity started to carry boxes, and Kiana helped. Serenity unpacked the boxes. The dragon put the picture on the fireplace. Kiana came up and noticed the picture. Serenity was smiling happily in the photo, and there were two children smiling and laughing. She saw a back haired boy with green eyes hugging the children.

"That's Nora. He was my mate. The two kids are Keanu and Nykki. They were four." Serenity let out a squeak as Kiana hugged her.

"I'm sorry."

"It's in the past." Serenity hummed as she moved away. "I was thirteen anyway." Serenity said as she started to unpack the furs. She set them in front of the fireplace, and she smiled softly at the picture.