#it's like getting a glimpse at a galaxy—you can't see much but what you do see is truly beautiful. does that make sense?

[the-flowerpatch]

many thoughts, many thoughts…

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Merman!Geto who has the prettiest hair in all of the pod. And a tail that glistens and shimmers catching every bit of light. A blend of dark green and blue scales and golden threads that ran down his body from his torso. His hair was pulled into a half up half down style, adorned with pearls and shells of varying shades found only in the deep secret reaches of the ocean. All the mermaids admired him, turning heads whenever he swam by. 

Merman!Geto who was always obsessed with the Overwater world and its creatures since he was a child.

Merman!Geto who much to the chagrin of his friends and other peers would swim close to the surface and try to catch glimpses of the exciting Overwater that he was forbidden from. 

Merman!Geto who, encouraged by his friend Gojo Satoru, swam to the Overwater in the nights. He would then sit on the beach and watch the city lights. 

Merman!Geto who from his little hiding place behind a few sea rocks, that are usually hidden under the high tide, sees all the animals that he cannot find Underwater. 

Merman!Geto who makes friends with a dog on the beach who is so friendly and licks his face and surprises him. But he sees it as a sign of affection anyway. He in return brings him fish from the ocean and finds that dogs like being pet as much as octopuses do. 

Merman!Geto who is devastated one day when his friend doesn't come when he's called one night. Who goes back home worried and scared.

Merman!Geto who keeps coming hoping to see his friend again but is repeatedly disappointed. 

Merman!Geto who ignores all the warnings and visits the sea wizard who gives him a curse he can use to transform his tail into legs so he can find his friend.

Merman!Geto who sees his friend on the beach again that night, only he isn't alone, and he's dragging you along behind him. He jumps on Geto excited to see him with legs and out of the water and you say something but alas he cannot understand. 

Merman!Geto who is mesmerised by you. Your legs, your arms, your tummy and thighs, even poking and prodding at you unable to tear his eyes away from the way your fat jiggles. He's unable to speak the language but desperate to tell you he thinks you're beautiful.

Merman!Geto who returns to the ocean but is now not just meeting his dog friend in the night time but also you. You who are brought down every night by this dog you adopted from the beach, to meet this gorgeous merman. 

Merman!Geto who listens to what you say, sitting on the abandoned shore with you and his old friend. He cannot understand your language but your voice is smooth and pleasing to the ear, and your eyes sparkle in the starlight. You never stay long but you come without fail, daily. 

Merman!Geto who after so many days of slowly getting to know you finally touches you feeling up and down your legs. Curiosity getting the better of him he rubs the fat of your inner thighs, feeling the roughness of the coverings you wear. He finds he hates them. You could do without, especially on such warm days. Your sweat glistens as it drips down your neck, and he wishes to reach up and lick—

Merman!Geto who sees you getting flustered and pulls away. You are suddenly warmer to the touch and although it is enticing he tries not to make you uncomfortable. 

Merman!Geto who brings you pearls and shells from the depths of the ocean to adorn your hair with; like he does. He doesn't know that in human terms of valuation they are some of the most expensive jewels in the world. 

Merman!Geto who can't help but touch your skin again one day, when the makeup you have worn makes it look like you are made of stars and galaxies that are performing a dance on your body. 

He runs his hands over the brown skin. So much darker than his. The stars seem to come off onto him as well. 

You take your hand in his and say something, he looks up and sees you nod. There is a warmth in your eyes that he cannot mistake. Your permission. 

You remove your covering, exposing your breasts.  Merwomen leave them uncovered but Geto has never seen such voluptuous breasts in all of the pod. His hand reaches out but just before he makes contact he stops himself. 

You take hold of his hand, placing it onto your breast and squeeze, letting out a soft moan. He does it again, eliciting yet another sinful sound from your lips. 

He looks up at you and you carefully place your lips on his. Testing the waters to see what he may react like. 

Merman!Geto who runs his hands over your body, carefully taking off your clothes. You blush shyly and he tries to tell you he won't hurt you but you unfortunately understand as much of his language as he does of yours. (Which is to say none at all.)

Merman!Geto who feels himself getting excited hearing all the pretty sounds you make while he touches you. Especially the ones you make when he swipes his finger between your legs. 

Merman!Geto who wants to hear you squeal like that again and spreads your legs with strong arms. His face right up in front of your pussy, he carefully examines you. The feeling of being watched sends heat pooling into your power belly and you can see yourself getting wetter. 

Merman!Geto who sees the slick dripping from your wet cunt and sniffs it softly. Your hips buck of their own volition. 

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yin & yang pt.5

Pairing: Ben Tennyson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: You were an unlikely pair, everyone could see that. But what happens when you get a glimpse into a future where your differences were too much for you to bear?

A/N: Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates! Happy Holidays <3

AA/N: Hella OOC. Once again I do not care. This part is shorter than the others and I just made it as random snippets from different episodes in Omniverse. For now I think I'm tapped out from this series but who knows maybe I'll watch another episode and want to write something

s1e3: A Jolt From the Past

Ben was not having a good day. Leave it to the universe to try and give a deep blow to his ego the second he thought things were looking up. He had expected to just go about his day, doing his job when all of a sudden, the universe decided to reward him with a new partner. Just when he was starting to get comfortable going solo.

It was only a couple of months after Gwen and Kevin had moved towns so they could be closer to Gwen's college that you had been made leader of a new task force. Details unknown to him because even though he's the wielder of the most powerful weapon in the universe, he wasn't cleared to know what his girlfriend would be up to.

Not knowing what the task force was about didn't sting nearly as much when he found out it was based on another planet, and you'd be living there indefinitely.

When you had left, Ben was in a funk for weeks, refusing to leave his bed, waiting for you to get off work so you could call him, only going through the memories of you he had; the jacket he had stolen from you, a rare framed picture of the two of you on his bedside table and more.

He had just gotten himself out of the house when 'Rook Blonko' suddenly appeared, whisking him out of trouble when he was about to embarrassingly get his ass handed to him.

And while his new partner was beginning to grow on him, Rook still found moments to drive Ben to wits end.

“It's why I'm looking forward to this. I'm anxious to see if Ben Tennyson lives up to the legends.”

“There are legends?" Ben was excited now.

“They can't all be true though, for instance, Alien X, that is just a myth, correct? And your relationship with Proctor (Y/N), that obviously must have been a result of some fan posting rumours on the extranet.”

Ben’s mouth dropped open in offense, he didn’t even know how to respond to that. Was this partner, who he has only barely gotten to like lately, seriously questioning his 3-year relationship with his future wife?

“Both of those things are true!”

Rook turned back with a small look of surprise before it dissolved and he chortled, “This is earth humour, you are being sarcastic, yes?”

“I’m not! Alien X is real, and I’ve been in a dating (Y/N) since we were sixteen!”

Rook took his irate tone in stride, shrugging like a complacent mother would humour her child, “Of course. I’m sure you’re in a relationship with the youngest ever proctor in the entire galaxy. You see, even I am capable of earth sarcasm.”

His jaw dropped even farther, "You're shitting me, right?"

"Well, if you're so insistent, why don't you show me some proof? As I understand, it is common for humans to take many pictures with their partner."

"I would if you hadn't thrown me into the canal!" He exclaimed, fishing his sopping wet phone from his soggy pocket and waving it in his face as water dripped down his wrist.

Rook didn't even blink, turning back so they could walk to the proto-truck, "Convenient."

Ben scowled, more annoyed than ever, trying to switch on his phone so he could try and show him any proof he had but it was in vain. His phone was completely damaged.

Ben stopped in his tracks staring at the now ruined phone with wide eyes. He hadn't backed anything up.

The candid snap he had taken of you while you unconsciously played with the necklace, he had given you as you sipped a smoothie. The text message where you said you loved him AND used a heart emoji. That picture of you asleep, your hair mussed, wearing only his T-shirt as you slept soundly against his chest!!!??

"Aw, man!"

*

Ben was lucky that he had a change of clothes at the Plumbers base. He should have known that when Rook said he wanted to stop by for a briefing, it wouldn't have been brief at all. He briefly considered ditching his partner and going home to take a much-needed nap. There really was something about water fights that tired him out more than usual.

He loitered around the mess area. All of the agents were currently on duty, so he had his feet kicked up on the table as he scrolled through his phone, absentmindedly liking Gwen's story of a picture of herself and commenting 'No one wants to see u dweebus, where's Zedd?'

"You look comfortable; almost like you're dating the proctor of this quadrant."

Ben's neck almost snapped in his shock, nearly falling to the floor in his effort to stand up. You were leaning against the frame of the door, an almost invisible smirk on your face and Ben’s stomach did a flip.

“(Y/N)! What are you doing home so soon?!” He exclaimed and bound over to you, to pull you into a tight hug.

“I asked for a week to spend with you, since I missed you so much.”

His heart jumped, "Really?”

“No.” His face fell, and you chuckled, gently tilting his chin up with a single finger as a tiny apology. He leaned into you like always and you let your eyes rake over him, tracing over every single line of his features before ending at his lips, leaning back when he attempted to kiss you.

“I just met with the Magistrata to give a brief on our progress. Due to the sensitive nature of the mission, we wanted to refrain disclosing any details over the comms." You explained, only feeling slight guilt at the sight of his sunken shoulders when you avoided his kiss again, "I did miss you, though. So, I’m on earth for two weeks before I’m deployed again.”

His face brightened, both at your confession and at the knowledge that you’d be in his arms for the next two weeks.

You chuckled again at the sight of his wide grin, “That happy?”

Ben nodded, finally capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that you intended to be short, very aware of where you both currently were. But when Ben’s hand cupped the back of your head so he could deepen the kiss, you found yourself winding your arms around his neck. It was times like this that you were reminded that Ben wasn’t the only one who was head over heels.

“Missed you.” He murmured against your lips, hand moving to gently frame your face as he coaxed your mouth open with his tongue.

“Ben, I have finished the mission repor—Oh my!”

You pulled away too slowly for your liking, but too quickly for Ben's liking, still keeping your hands on Ben’s shoulders, knowing that Ben hated whenever you parted too quickly as you tried to catch your breath.

Even as your subordinate stood at the door, averting his gaze out of respect but also still not being able to contain his shock, you still felt dizzy from the earth-shattering kiss you had just shared. It had clearly been far too long since you’d been together because while you were embarrassed that your subordinate had witnessed such a vulnerable moment of intimacy, a part of you couldn’t help but want to continue kissing him anyway.

However, you were technically currently off-duty, so you were free to kiss your boyfriend as you pleased. Technically, of course.

Still, you blinked away the stars in your eyes and stepped away from Ben, letting him hold your hand, “Blonko, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“You’ve met before?” Ben asked, pulling you closer by the hand and winding an arm around your waist. He sent a look to his partner that was extremely smug, but you couldn’t quite decipher why.

“I was on the selection committee to choose him. Given my experience with you, we figured it would be best for Magister Tennyson and I to be the ones to recruit your new partner.”

“A little heads up would’ve been nice.” Ben grumbled into your shoulder, now resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“You would’ve complained. It was necessary now that I’m leading the new task force. Besides, Rook is a great cadet; patient enough to deal with your temperament and dependable enough to put his foot down when you get carried away.” You explained, leaning into Ben as he began playing with your hair and interlocking your fingers with his that were on your waist.

Ben mumbled something negligible under his breath and you turned back to Rook who finally managed to compose the look of shock that almost seemed tattooed into his features.

"So, Agent Blonko, I heard from Magister Tennyson that there has been unusual activity in Bellwood. I know I'm off duty, but would you mind giving me a quick brief?"

Rook immediately took you up on your offer, eager to be recognized by proctor of this quadrant and the two of you conversed about the weird sightings that had happened as of late.

Ben didn't pay much attention to your conversation with Rook, already preoccupied with the way your thumb was running gentle circles over his knuckles. At first, he pulled you closer to prove to Rook that you were, in fact, in a relationship but he also was ecstatic that you were in his arms finally after missing you so much.

He wanted to keep showing you the affection he’d been holding back for so long, but Ben knew that if he kissed your neck right here, you’d slip out of his grasp—so he resisted the urge.

You heard his lips part and immediately responded, "Do not bite me or you're going to sleep on the couch for the next two weeks."

When you turned your head, sure enough, his teeth were inches away from your unmarred skin and he pouted, affronted, "It's not my fault you're giving him all your attention after we've been apart for 2 months!"

You rolled your eyes, casting a cautious glance at Rook before you were whispering, "Behave and you may bite me all you want back home."

Ben was all too happy to shut up and let you finish your conversation.

You certainly regretted making that promise two weeks later when the other agents in the taskforce asked what exactly you had done over your holiday to warrant marks all along your neck and collar.

***

s3e6: Frogs of War

You were outnumbered, outgunned; you knew that. The safety of the civilians was top priority and while their Freedom was priceless, saving their humanity meant nothing if the Earth was blown to smithereens.

Ben fighting against the Incurseans for longer could have taken down a couple more ships, but you knew it wouldn't take long for more to appear. Where was Paradox when you needed him?

A surrender really was the only option for the food of the humans and living organisms still remaining on the planet. You knew that. But the price of a peaceful surrender came at the forceful exile of the love of your life.

He wanted to fight. He wanted to go down fighting.

But fighting would only bring more destruction.

And while the thought of him living as a prisoner for the rest of his life tore you to shreds, you couldn't put his life above the countless citizens who needed you to protect their best interests.

"(Y/N)," He whispered helplessly, trying to convince you to take his side. You bit your lip, turning your eyes downward and his shoulders sank. This couldn't be the end; you didn't want him to leave with the sting of your betrayal.

You stepped forward, wary of Princess Attea that glared at you, waiting for the moment you stepped a hair out of line to kill you in your place. Heart beating wildly against your ribs, you moved toward Ben, coiling an arm around his shoulders and framing his face with your other hand before bringing him down to a passionate kiss.

Ben inhaled deeply, holding onto your waist in an iron grip, tilting his head to kiss you deeper. This was it; you were saying goodbye, the taste of apologies and pain on his lips. He didn't want to stop kissing you; he never wanted to stop kissing you. But ending the kiss meant goodbye, and he didn't want to say goodbye.

Kevin looked away uncomfortably at the sight of your tongue pushing past his lips.

You pulled away finally, lips wet but eyes dry. Ben didn't try to chase your lips like he usually did and that hurt more than you had expected it to, "I love you."

He nodded, mouth locked shut.

He was shackled shut in the escape pod and you watched with bated breath as the door shut in on him, catching a final glance through the foggy glass.

The sad smile you had meant to be reassuring had wobbled at the sight of his cheeky wink, trying hard to hide the upturn of the corner of your mouth.

*

His name was Bullfrag.

Only he could come up with something so imbecilic that it ended up creative. You had forced yourself not to laugh at the absurdity of it when he had introduced himself to you; appearing along with the other rebels in order to break you out of your holding cell.

You wanted him to embrace you, but he was hiding his identity for a reason, so you had to bite your tongue and meet his gaze through those stupid shades.

He knew that you knew, it was apparent in the tenderness of his touch, by the way he gently nudged you behind him, but the gestures had flown over Kevin's head, which made you question your time spent as team babysitter. Clearly, he hadn't been babysat enough. Personally, you blamed Ben for claiming all of your attention.

Once Magister Tennyson was rescued, he revealed his identity—a revelation that came as no surprise to either you or Gwen.

You didn't try to hide your relief when Ben transformed back. It might not have been obvious to many others, but it was apparent to him, judging by the immediately relaxing of your spine and your boyfriend, who knew you too well, pulled you into a hug before you could pretend like you weren't interested. Ben could feel every tense muscle in your body begin to ease once he had his arms circling your waist.

Your fingers immediately found the short hairs at the nape of his neck, heart reaching for him the second he sighed and surrendered to your hold. You exhaled, hiding a kiss to his shoulder by pressing your forehead to the fabric of his shirt.

"Are they gonna make out again? Because it was uncomfortable as fuck the first time"

Ben rolled his eyes, lifting his head from the nook of your neck, "That kiss saved my life!"

"Yeah, yeah, lover boy." Kevin drawled.

"No, seriously!" Ben argued, pulling out something from his pocket, "My amazing girlfriend passed a skeleton key in my mouth! It's how I was able to get out."

You gave him an unimpressed frown, he really should have been babysat more often in your early days, "Did you really think I would kiss him like that in front of his grandfather?"

"I mean, if you thought you were never gonna see him again?!"

You simply tutted at him, holding your hand out for the skeleton key, which he happily returned, not without a kiss to your hand and fingers, "I love you, too."

***

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[scrompsmilanodiaries]

Suit up !!

Hey y'all, sorry for the lack of Rocket stories here, time to make up for it. Word count:775

Peter has been waiting anxiously for a certain package to arrive, having ordered it months ago, it suffered backorder and multiple delays, but today was the day it's meant to arrive, But the postal service has been scut as of lately so he wasn't trying to hold his breath. "Come on... come on..."

"Yo Pete !! Something came for you" Rocket called out from the living area, carrying a large box and placing it up on the table.

"Yes !! Finally !!" Peter rushed down the stairs of the bowie to get to the package. "Just you wait, A whole lot of awesomeness is in here" He grabbed a box cutter and gently opened it.

He gathered everyone on the ship to the living area and showed it off, Their brand new official uniforms. Decked out with the logo on the chest and donning a blue and red colour scheme. "Ok so everyone pick yours and try 'em on. Drax don't worry I made sure to get the sensitive material."

"Much appreciated" He nodded

"Still can't believe you have sensitive nipples" You snickered as you took your uniform and ran off.

Rocket was the first out with his suit on, after a quick adjustment, he nodded as he looked around. "Hmm not bad" It even made sure their was room for his tail in the back.

You soon came out with your uniform on, It felt nice and comfy. Not too tight and not constraining.

"Looking good y/n" Rocket complimented, which was a rare thing.

"Thanks, you too" You nodded to him.

But the compliments went only so far, You've been struggling with self love all your life, always comparing yourself to other people around you, were you too fat ?? Too skinny ?? Too bulky ?? Not bulky enough ?? But this suit just made it a little worse, were the compliments they were giving just out of pity ?? Were you fit to be a guardian ??

The others didn't quite pick up on the fact that you weren't doing so good, But later that day when Rocket was moving onto another task on the ship, He happened to catch a glimpse of you looking into the mirror and not in a confident kind of way.

He perked a brow and cleared his throat to get your attention. "You uh... You doing ok ??"

You looked behind and saw him. "Hmm... oh... I'm ok" You nodded, trying to reassure him.

But Rocket saw right through you, He was your best friend, he knew when something was never right. "Nah, You ain't ok. I know that tone" He crossed his arms.

"Shit..." You rubbed your face before looking at the mirror again.

"Come on, spit it out" He walked closer before jumping on a nearby shelf to match your height..

"Do.... Do I look like a guardian ??" You said without breaking eye contact from the mirror.

"Do you look like a- Pal... You look like a guardian an' a damn good one at that, Whatcha mean "Do I look like one" ?? You don't think so ??" Rocket couldn't help but droop his ears slightly, he too had many years of body dysmorphia and it panged him to see someone he cares for deeply feel the same.

"I... Your just saying that" You gripped the sleeve tightly.

"Nah, I don't do that crud and you know me better than that, I speak my mind"

So rocket decided to try and help you in one way, he then shifted you around, making you turned to the front of the mirror, fixing up your back so you could puff out your chest.

"I want you to do this... Say I'm a freakin Guardian of the galaxy" He encouraged.

You grew a little shy before mumbling... "I'm a freaking..."

"No no, a little louder, Come on. "I'm a freakin Guardian of the galaxy !!"

You nodded, speaking up a bit more. "I'm a freaking guardian of the galaxy"

"Louder !!"

"I'M A FREAKING GUARDIAN OF THE GALAXY !!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, it felt... Liberating, suddenly those insecurities were just sort of washing away bit by bit. How that trick worked was beyond you but he was right.

"I'm a guardian of the galaxy" You looked at yourself in the mirror, now fully confident in your suit.

"That's what I like to see, So don't go moping next time I see ya" He chuckled and playfully punched your shoulder.

"Yeah yeah" You got him back by ruffling his head.

"Hey watch the fur !!"

You were a freaking Guardian of the galaxy

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[eldritch-spouse]

Someone who for whatever reason wants to get eaten by Vorticia and so goes to the gluttony ring hoping to find her. They by some miracle get to interact with her but when they beg her to eat them she’s like “lol no,” because it turns out they’re her match

[This is fucking hilarious. Fem reader.]

TW: Macro/micro themes; Vore.

Tightly tied to a chair, you can hear them talk behind the kitchen doors.

" You're telling me you just found this one trying to break into the premises?! " The short imp you've only caught glimpses of so far sounds exasperated.

" Yes... " The much taller demon with a dark mane replies. " She wasn't very successful, but I'm fairly certain her goal was to get caught. "

" And she said she wants to get eaten. " It's not even a question.

" By mother. Specifically her. "

There's a beat of silence.

" Vorago. You can't expect me to present a fetishist to your mother. That is ridicu- "

" Is it? I would much prefer if my meals walked directly into the plate. " The prince counters. " You're doing the poor thing a favor. I've advocated for this in the past as well, think about the time and resources we could spare during ceremonies if we take in people just like her. "

" My prince- "

" Do you like chasing after them, dad? Do you enjoy spending money on increasingly expensive hunting services? "

Dad?! That little imp? Imp-ressive.

" No, but we can't just- "

" Then give this a shot, perhaps it'll open your eyes to more sustainable alternatives. "

An unmistakable defeated sigh rings out. " ... Fine. "

You smile silently, happy that the tusked high-ranker who caught you managed to get your dream to come true. For such a scary-looking guy, he's actually not that bad.

When the doors part, your head snaps towards the curly-horned imp. They spare you a skeptical glance.

" It looks like you're getting what you want after all. "

" Yes! " The cheer is immediate and juvenile, met with a grimace.

" ... Right. " They're clearly uncomfortable. " Undress please. "

Words cannot describe how wildly your heart is beating within your ribcage.

You've been dreaming of this day ever since you discovered the nuances of your sexuality. Queen Vorticia is the most gorgeous, regal, seductive demoness to ever slither upon this galaxy and to feel the caress of her tongue would bring you to a level so beyond Nirvana that you have to contain a freakish noise of delight just thinking about it. Not that it would have escaped very fair, with the strange fruit crammed in your mouth- It's starting to hurt your jaw a little actually...

Yes, you're not the most normal of humans, but that hardly matters now.

The cart you're laid upon is wheeled towards what you assume must be the main dining hall of Gluttony's mansion. The pace is slow, the imps in charge of transporting you dare not displace a single element of your large plate's design. See, upon hearing about your situation through the curly-horned imp, the chefs present decided that it would only be fitting if you got properly and excellently decorated for the occasion.

A few of them sympathized with your situation. Few things are as romantic as loving someone so much that you would like to become a part of them, be consumed by them. One of the girls was a bit emotional hearing you talk so sweetly about the Queen. All in all, you feel lucky to have gotten this far so smoothly.

A noise from beyond crashes your train of thought.

A crash. Hissing.

The imps pushing your cart whimper and look at each other fearfully.

Ah, a tempestuous mood. You wonder what has the Queen like that.

Your chaperones slow down even more, and if you could, you'd stomp your foot on the cart to make them hurry up. You're not about to be left stranded in this hall because these cowards are doubting their life's decisions.

Finally, oh finally, you can see the tall, intricately carved doors to the dinning hall. The last room you'll ever be in, if all goes according to plan. The realization breeds a heavy feeling that causes shortness of breath in you, but for some odd reason, you have no second thoughts about any of this. More servants stand stationary, guarding the doors.

At the sight of your cart approaching, said guards hurriedly open the doors much taller than themselves, seeming frantic in the way they hurry everyone inside.

You have to strain your neck to get a good look at the scenery.

Tones of orange, red and gold shower the room, it's large enough to be mistaken for some kind of bombastic ball room- But you've done a bit of research, and you know the dinning areas are the real focus of the Gluttonous Household.

Little does it all matter. You can't bring yourself to focus on anything other than the absolutely gigantic scaled woman currently seated at a massive, tall table. Her sandy yellow scales glimmer under the jeweled chandelier's light, everything from the twin-tipped tail that lounges across the room to her drooping black robe and pupils nearly as sharp as her eyes make you want to swoon, toes curling in delight.

Queen Vorticia reaches down below, you get to watch the demoness grab a flailing, kicking man by the ankles. He's muffled just as you are, but a lot more bruised and roughed up, trying his damndest to scream past an unforgiving muffler. He knows what will happen to him the moment he's raised in the air, as do you. And there's nothing he can do but close his eyes and accept his fate when the bottomless pit that is the Queen's maw stares back.

One second of mind-numbing anticipation is all it takes, then he's gone. Dropped. Her jaw clamping the second the man was submerged. Hardly a lump forms in the column of her long throat before it's over. With neither a scream nor a whimper, his doom arrives. The Queen however, looks unsatisfied. It's almost as if she didn't even eat anything to begin with, frowning at the wall pensively.

Until the platter that man was in goes flying across the room and nearly rips a chunk out of the wall. It was so fast you barely saw the flash of gold before your human eyes.

Two of the imps escorting you scurry beneath the cart for safety.

" I trussst you've brought me ssomething worthh my time? " Her voice finally rings through.

" Y- Yes, your Majesty! " One of them is brave enough to squeak, rattling the cart and everything on it as he pulls it forward, the others sticking to the back.

You can kind of understand them. Vorticia could easily swipe a hand down and capture two or three of these imps as an appetizer.

" Then hurry! Do you wisshh me to starve here?! "

A slam of a powerful fist causes the ground to quake.

" Never, my Queen! "

In a blink, your platter not only lifted off the cart but rushed onto the table, quickly turned and pushed to be in front of the demonlord herself. You almost get dizzy from all the jostling, and as your vision settles, you see the Queen wordlessly wave before scrambling steps follow. The servants nearly trample each other to leave the room alive.

You don't even look their way.

You can only bore holes into the gorgeous woman before you.

Vorticia raises a brow ridge, humming.

When a single claw descends, you imagine she'll slice your skin, peel you like an apple or go for your innards first. Instead, she stabs a tomato next to your waist and brings it to her lips, tongue roping it inside in a blink.

You're sure she can hear your poor heart thunder in its fickle confines.

" You mussst be the human they mentioned earlier. "

You blink.

" Pretty thhhing, wantss to be my dinner... " She nearly purrs, making something stir low in your belly.

At the way you attempt to frantically nod, she actually cracks a smile, incredulous. Although the hunger you've always yearned for resides in her thin eyes, there's also a hint of genuine curiosity you wouldn't typically see in the gaze of such a predator.

" Hmph. Well I hardly buy it. "

" MmMMF! " Even if you had something eloquent to counter with, muffled grunts are all you manage.

" Don't mumble, it'sss rude. "

She begins flirting with the decorations on your platter again. Every single time, you study the movements of her calloused, scaled hands as they move, waiting for the cut that never comes, the grip that never follows, she simply steals bits and pieces of vegetables and frivolous dressing. You're almost offended for a second. But... The anticipation is actually causing some curious effects in you.

In a way, every single time her claws scheme the platter, brushing over the bare skin of your legs and tickling your sides briefly before retreating with a slice of fruit or veggie, she's playing with you. Having her fun, as both an apex predator and a teasing mistress. Fear mingles with sparks of arousal you've poorly contained thus far, creating a fire that has you sweating under her serpentine gaze.

" You're almossst too cute to eat. " She chuckles eventually. Something wooshes nearby, it takes you a moment to notice it's her large tail.

You notice, rather belatedly, that there's no one else in the room but you and Vorticia, and a suspenseful quiet has fallen between you. You could not have asked for a better environment. It feels as if you're both sharing a very intimate, sacred moment.

The next time her hand dips, instead of skirting around the main course, she tip taps her way up your trembling figure and circles a long claw under the swell of your breast, watching you shiver attentively before edging the decorative leaf covering it. A more than pert nipple catches on her sharp extremity, and she uses a thumb to flick it idly, casually, head tilting at the way you squirm and exhale through your nostrils.

Your other breast is easily uncovered as well. The Queen betrays nothing in her expression when she grabs a piece of bread and soaks it in the condiment that coats your skin, dragging it upwards, swirling it around one of your tits before eagerly devouring it.

This is repeated enough times to drive you a little stupid with want, groaning miserably when she merely teases your tits and continues to torture you with featherlite caresses.

The sweet torture continues when she takes care of the rolls covering your spread legs, watching the shameful state you're in become more and more noticeable. Your cunt flutters beneath her mere stare.

" Ssstrange, I've yet to cut you, and you're already dripping. "

You'd shake your head in denial if you weren't able to feel your own soaked folds right now.

She has the mind-numbingly erotic audacity to grab another useless vegetable decoration and generously coat it in your wetness. The rounded tip of whatever she's pressing against your womanhood bumps your clit. She swirls it intentionally, tapping it down and circling the nub with enough pressure that you strain against your binds and whine behind the gag, wanting to beg her for more yet only drooling pointlessly.

She makes a noise like an amused snort, and when you toss your head back, you can hear her practically slurp the thing for all the flavor it has, her thumb replacing the vegetable and leisurely keeping you stimulated.

When you're able to look back, her pupils have blown wide, the black nearly drowning her acidic sclera.

" To thhhink that, ssomehow, suchh a preciouss gift would fall upon my table... Withhout notice... "

Even if you're loving the attention, heating up like a small fire -Probably enough to cook the ingredients around you- You could never have guessed the Queen would take such an intense liking to you. It feels like a dream.

" Do you wisssh to be eaten, my sssweet morssel? " She curves, shadowing you, strings of drool falling onto your neck and chest.

Her hues acquire a nearly hypnotizing quality, prohibiting you from glancing away while she toys with you. All you can respond with is frantic, vapid nodding while you grind yourself down on her finger like a mutt.

" Truly? "

" MMMhmnn!! "

Not even the gag could have curbed that whorish bleating.

" Then I will. " Vorticia grins wide enough to crinkle the edges of her eyes. " Tonight. In my chambersss. Your wissh comess true, in a way. "

You're not given enough time to rationalize anything before her touch vanishes, leaving you cold and miserable. The snaps of the Queen's fingers attract the same imp you met when this all began.

They look at you with a mixture of confusion and mild caution. " You called, Highness? "

" Yess. Run a bathh for me and my Queen to be. "

He coughs and chokes.

When your head snaps to Queen Vorticia, you find no hint of mockery on her face.

You're fairly certain one of the sauces you were doused in must be causing you to hallucinate...

[arthenaa]

18+ mdni. read at your own risk. dom!gn reader but reader is mentioned to have a dick/strap on.

Kafka is a straightforward woman. If she wants something, she'll get it one way or another. She enjoys using relationships as chess pieces in her little game of achieving victory.

You never truly know what goes on in her head but your loyalty for her never wavered as do your other comrades; Blade and Silver Wolf.

Well, probably a bit too much like the other two.

Silver Wolf had always commented that you were too weak for the magenta-haired woman. That if she were to list your flaws from the worst to the least, she would be on the top.

Blade also gave you pointed looks whenever you tried to oppose her plans that would entail her harm. Then sometimes, when he wasn't in a bad mood which was quite seldom actually, a corner of his lips would turn up whenever he saw the two of you together.

Alright. Maybe you were a bit too weak for Kafka.

Who wouldn't if they had a relationship like the two of you had? Lingering touches and lengthened looks reserved only for each other. Who would be a fool not to notice the ongoing tension between you and the commander of the Stellaron Hunters?

The lines were too blurred for you to even decipher what exactly you two are and now as you stare at her figure brightened by the reflection of the stars beyond the ship, you can't help but wonder how fucked up things will be for you at the end.

"You're staring," She mumbles into the silence. She faces the scenic view of the galaxy provided by the large window from the comforts of your room. She turns with grace, eyes landing on your form perched up on the bed with shadows casting over you.

Her lips turn up in her signature smile as she watches your eyes gleam in the darkness. What a sight you are. Like a wolf waiting to pounce.

Her hair is down today and the shirt adorning her slender figure is a piece of clothing that came from your very own closet. It looks splendid on her with the way it loosely fits her body. The light casts a shadow of her form under the thin fabric, allowing you to gaze at the marvel of her physique. You lean back against the headboard, chin tilted up as you continue to rake your eyes at the sight in front of you.

Kafka bites her lip before turning back to the window. Silence lapses once more but you slice through it with the gentle hum of your voice.

"Do you believe him?" Your question hangs in the air

Kafka stays silent, eyes focused on the glimmering balls of gas twinkling in the void. You see her reflection, an innocent smile plastered on her face.

"Of course. Why shouldn't I?" She replies, tone filled with genuineness. "Our future is within his hands afterall."

"You give him too much credit for your work." You huff, hands splayed out on the soft blanket beneath you. She laughs at your snarky reply before turning her head towards you.

"Still grumpy aren't we?" She leans on the glass pane with her side. Her shoulder moves up against it, hair tousling gracefully with each minuscule movement. "Wasn't I enough of a distraction?"

Your eyes flicker up to lock with hers. Her smiles seems taunting as she challenges you with her own stare.

"If anything, he's the distraction," You scoff, leaning back down to lie flat on the bed. "You're my problem."

She hums as if she understands why you said what you just said. You force your eyes to shut, trying to drown out the silence with the chaos in your head. The nightmares continue even when you wake. Glimpses of past mistakes and unforgotten memories. They continue to linger with every breath. You've learned to tune them out and even then you learned because she was involved.

You feel her touch before you hear her voice.

"You wound me, darling." Her voice flows in the air like a sweetly sickening scent you can't get rid of. Her plush thighs encase your hips with each leg on each side. You feel her hair tickle your cheeks and with the slow opening of your eyes, you're met with a sight you definitely won't forget.

Hands trapping your frame, Kafka is situated on your lap— dangerously positioned on your hips whilst her face leans down close to yours. Her hair is tousled on one shoulder, cascading gracefully down her face. It grants you a magnificent view as she stares with her empty eyes and an even empty smile.

"I've ridden you like this countless of times and yet it never gets old seeing your face like this." She says it with a nonchalance that it almost makes you laugh but you remain silent, eyes peering up at her. Your hands make a home on the soft curves of her hips, fingers slipping underneath the fabric and gently rubbing the skin devoid of undergarments. It riles you up even further.

"Listening to your nightmares again, comrade?" She chuckles. She leans down, nose rubbing against yours as she continues in a sultry whisper. "Why listen when you can talk to the real one in front of you?"

"You're fucking delusional, Kafka." Your voice seems to be tainted with malice but the smile on your face says otherwise. The woman giggles deep within her chest before her other hand runs a manicured finger down your chest.

"How sweet." She replies before leaning back up and fully sitting down on your lap. You let out a groan as she adjusts her position.

There's silence once more as you watch her pull out a cigarette from the breast pocket of your dress shirt. Her movements are hypnotizing as she swiftly flickers her lighter on to set the ends of the nicotine stick to flames. She takes a long inhale from the stick before blowing it out into the air.

You smell its disgusting scent but Kafka's tilted back head distracts you from commenting on the smell. The long expanse of her neck was marred with marks from the night before. It tickles the sickening urge to lay more of your marks on her delicate skin. You push it back down as your eyes continue to marvel over her beauty.

Your eyes flicker back down on the legs encasing your hips. You lick your lips as the shirt perfectly showcases her plush thighs— the same thighs you had no problem being squeezed to death the night before. Your hands couldn't help themselves as it slowly pushes the fabric up, revealing her naked pussy.

It's positioned directly above your heat. You look up at her staring down at you, fingers moving the stick to her lips before doing another hit.

"You like it?" She asks as if she's asking something so mundane and natural. She makes a point by grinding down on your hips, moaning softy as the bulge seated beneath her rubs deliciously against her folds.

You moaned out a chuckle. "Is that even a fucking question? Of course I do."

"Right," She exhales, hips still moving away. "You just can't get enough of me do you?"

"Don't get too full of yourself." You muttered, eyes focused on her pink folds rubbing up against you. Your fingers create indents in her skin as you grab her thighs with want and lust. Your thumb stretched the side of her thigh close to her heat, pulling the skin to see more of her wet folds. Fuck.

"You're funny." She chuckles before moving her free hand up to slowly unbutton her shirt. It hypnotizes you as her round breasts come to view with each snap of a button. She doesn't shrug it off and simply lets it hang over her frame, giving you a peek of her cleavage. It does give you a full view of her pussy without having the problem of pushing it up.

"Just like that, baby." You moan as her movements grow faster. Kafka moans as your hand slams down to give a slap on her thigh before gripping it harshly.

She leans down close to you once more shielding you from further reveling in the sight of her wet folds. You flicker your eyes up toward her as he lets out short breaths. "Do you trust me?"

"You know I do." You answer in a heartbeat as she continues her ministrations.

She leans her forehead to yours before replying. "Then trust him."

Your face falls at her words and she could already tell your disagreement by the tension in your body. You turn your head away from her.

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

"I said I can't!" Your voice raises to a sharp tone. Head snapping towards her as your eyes glare at her empty eyes. The movement of her hips dies down as she just sits on your lap with her face turned towards you. Back then, you would've cowered at her stone-cold face but now, after seeing numerous emotions pass through those familiar set of features, you stare back in challenge.

"You're getting too rebellious, little pup." She replies in a condescending tone. She flicks the burnt ends of the cigarette to the floor as she takes another hit of nicotine. She then puts it out on the trey situated on your bedside table. "It's starting to get on my nerves."

"You—" You purse your lips in frustration. Her eyes are cold and emotionless as she stares down at you with each inhale and exhale of that disgusting chemical of a stick. Your eyes soften albeit still filled with anger. "You told me to trust you but what even are we, Kafka?"

Your question earned her amusement as she tilts her head patronizingly. You huff in anger.

"How adorable." She grins. You snarl at her words.

"Don't fucking play with me."

"I'm not!" She raises her hands up in defense as she chuckles. "I just think its adorable, little pup."

You heave out a breath before lying back down and covering your face with your palms.

"You think I'm a joke." You state the obvious. You allow the hindrance of your palm from your vision as a moment to say the things you need to say. "Falling for you at a time like this. How fucking funny."

You hear her soft laughter.

"I don't put a label on things I don't plan to keep forever, darling." She grabs your wrist to pull it from your face. She's met with flushed cheeks and a frustrated look— one she's quite familiar with and often fond of looking at.

"What a way to break someone's heart." You watch as she grabs your hand within her grasp, her soft lithe fingers gently caressing yours. It does wonders in that poor little heart of yours.

"Y'know," She starts in a light tone. "Things that I keep for a short while are what I cherish the most. It's the long term that gets lost in the woods."

Her insinuation causes your breath to hitch as you're suddenly met with a genuine look of adoration in her face. She presses a soft kiss on your forehead before locking eyes with you once more.

"So love me desperately and selfishly, Y/N. I'll be sure to remember it for a life time."

There's a pause as she assesses the unreadable look on her face before she yelps in shock as your arms grab her figure. You sit up at the speed of light as you lift her figure slightly up from your lap. There's comical confused expression on her face before a loud moan resounds throughout the whole room.

"F-Fuck!" She whines as her fingers grip your shoulder. With a swift grab of your length and aligning it to her entrance, you slam her down back against your lap. She twitches in your hold as the girth and length perfectly hit all the spots within her walls. She bottoms out, face flushed as she leans her forehead against yours.

Your eyes flicker to her lips before looking up at her with eyes darkened with lust. "Desperately and selfishly? I can do that."

"N-ngh," She moans as she feels you thrust up in her heat. Her hand moves up to your hair, fingers getting lost in your tresses before tightly gripping it. You groan at the pain but it doesn't hinder your bruising grip on her hips.

"You're mine," Your voice is leveled and calm as you look at her with such intensity and darkness. She stares at you with cheeks flushed from excitement and those empty eyes that seemed to glimmer all of a sudden. She meets your thrusts with each bounce of her hips.

She grins mischievously. It lights a flame deep within you. "Y-you're- N-ngh— fucking- Ah!— delusional."

A hand wraps around her throat as a smile graces your lips. The dark look on your face causes a shiver to run down her spine. Aeons, you looked so fucking hot.

"That's why I'm perfect for you." You reply before your thrusts begin to dive harder and sharper. Her moans are loud and continuous with each slap of your hips against her ass. Scratches adorn your back and the side of your arms and more marks fill the expanse of her milky skin. You fuck her with vigor influenced by your desire and love for the woman in front of you.

Your relationship with her had never been healthy. You were aware of its toxicity and the probability of her tossing you aside in favor of fulfilling more of her duties for their so-called 'future.'

But with the way she gripped your body so closely against her as if she wanted to convey her desire for you, you would almost think it was real.

Maybe it was. Who knows? All it mattered was the now and the things that will happen in the future will be dealt with in its own time.

Now it was just you, Kafka, and the truth buried amongst a pile of lies.

But as she cupped your face within her palms and the lock of your eyes with one another, a sense of desperation arises.

She softly presses her lips against yours, you're met with warmth instead of the cold that always seemed to follow the magenta-haired woman. You close your eyes as you kiss her back with the same intensity.

You pull back and your eyes lock on each other once more. Everything seemed to tune out.

She gives you a heartwarming smile that almost blinds you. You're hypnotized, enthralled, and captured by her and you didn't have the power or even the capacity to even stop yourself from falling deeper into her web of lies.

With the warmth she's giving you, maybe, just maybe.

You'd let yourself get entangled in the nihilistic future she promised to uphold.

Because this was Kafka.

The woman you loved the most.

i fucking love kafka, my queen.

[anatee]

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron x Reader Smut

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron x Reader Smut 18+ | MINORS DNI.

Content: Female!Reader x Poe, a few curse words, one very bad pun, smut: suggestive talking and mentions of previous encounters, risky, hickeys, fingering, piv (unprotected), just filth really

Word count: 3.64K

Author's note: Finally had the time to write something for Poe - and when I tell you I am feral for this man. I wrote this in a few hours, on a roll. Enjoy.

Poe: I'll be back tonight.

A smile spread on Y/N's face as that message lit up her datapad. Poe was finally coming back from his mission, safe and sound, and there were no words to express how much she missed him - in fact, her whole body did.

It all started no longer than two months earlier. They had been teasing each other every time since Y/N joined the Resistance a year earlier, but on that particular evening one thing let to another and before they knew it, they were all over each other, making love passionately in his quarters.

Ever since then, each and every tease had a double meaning, and they could both confidently say they had a thing going on, as there was always some sexual tension between them waiting to be resloved. Her being a mechanic and him being a pilot, they didn't have any difficulties to make up excuses to see each other quite often.

Me: What a relief. I've missed you.

Y/N's response was sincere, but it was also safe - she could not stop herself from teasing him a little as well.

Me: So has my body.

She knew it would do the trick. She knew he was absolutely obsessed with being touchy, with almost worshipping her body as he often whispered breathy compliments while his coarse hands roamed all over her skin. Hence, his quick response didn't surprise her.

Poe: You can't be sending me messages like that or I'll have problems flying the ship.

Me: Oh, why? Did I fluster the greatest pilot of the Resistance? ;)

Poe: I'll get you back for this.

Me: Is that so? And what are you gonna do? Have another mechanic check your ship?

Even though she thought she had the upper hand for a moment, Poe retaliated quickly - he was no ordinary opponent in that type of conversations.

Poe: Be patient, love. Although considering how little patience you had last time when you were all over me, it may be difficult...

The audacity - as if he weren't the needy one, showing it each and every time he pulled her towards himself aggressively, grabbing her thighs, hips, wrists, anything he could dig his fingers into, roughly at that, because he had little patience, too.

Me: You loved every second of it.

Poe: Yes, I did. But it was you begging for more, wasn't it? ;)

Me: Oh, fuck you.

Poe: You will.

Her heart skipped a beat as she swallowed, the feelings this message caused in her burning in her abdomen.

That guy. No one in this galaxy could make her feel even something remotely close to what he did. She was weak for him in every sense of the word, always craving more of what he had to offer. It was going to be hard, these few more hours of waiting...

Poe's X-wing landed at the Resistance base at night, among the sounds of loud cheers. Many people wanted to greet him, congratulate on the successful mission... And he was happy to meet them, and be safe home again, but his mind had been wandering elsewhere all day.

He took his ship to the hangar and there was immediately surrounded by his friends. He only caught a glimpse of Y/N in the crowd before General Organa called him in for a report; he decided to go and meet Y/N later - he had a feeling the moment he actually spoke to her, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

As a mechanic, she immediately started checking his X-wing for any damage it might have sustained during the mission. The hangar had become empty and quiet by the time she started fixing a minor fault in the flaperon. It was only her, dim lights and every sound echoing against the walls of the spacious room.

"Look who we have here."

Y/N felt as though an electric shock surged through her body as she heard that familiar husky voice right behind her. She almost dropped her tools, then composed herself quickly before turning to face him, adjusting her tight grey shirt.

Poe was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against his X-wing in a khaki shirt and his favourite jacket, a smirk on his face. She bit her lip; she couldn't help but marvel at how handsome he was every time she saw him. There was just so much to love, so much to desire - the big hands, the wide shoulders, the sharp jaw and the lucious hair, even more attractive now that it was a bit messy.

"Look who's back," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as well, trying not to show how much she wanted to throw herself over him. That week away from him made her realise how much she got addicted.

"Missed me, love?" he asked as if he did not know the answer, looking her up and down.

"Maybe." She shrugged, also realising they were both just playing.

She wanted to tease him so more, but he had other plans. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to himself, making their bodies bump into each other. She chuckled, then gave him a smirk.

"And who's impatient now?"

"You can't imagine how much I needed you," he whispered into her ear, nibbling on it just slightly, barely, and yet that was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

"Glad you're safe," she whispered back, and he pulled away to look into her eyes.

"I'm happy you're safe, too." He put his hand on her cheek, then moved his thumb over it affectionately. "You already fixing this?" he added, indicating the flaperon.

"That's my job, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but that's not the priority, really. I need your help in the cockpit. I've had some issues with the joystick."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow.

Before she could ask more, Poe climbed the side of his X-wing, then jumped into the cockpit swiftly. He beckoned her to follow, and so she did, staying on the ladder next to the ship.

"You should get inside here to see," he said, indicating the small cockpit.

"Inside?" She raised an eyebrow. "This cockpit isn't exactly a fit for more than one person."

He couldn't help but smirk again. "Afraid of getting close to me, my little mechanic?

He knew she wouldn't back down from such a challenge, and he was right. Without a second thought, she quickly climbed inside the cockpit and had no choice but to sit in his lap, trapped between his chest and the controls. The moment she did that, she realised how easily she had fallen into Poe's trap.

He let out a snigger, putting his hands on her hips. "And now... I have you right where I want you."

"I should've predicted that..." she said in defeat, as though she didn't enjoy every second of it.

He laughed again, clearly satisfied with that response. "I told you I'd get you back, love... Tell me you weren't basically asking for it. I'd say your messages were quite clear."

Having accepted her fate, Y/N smiled, bathing in that blissful feeling of his large hands on her body. Even through the material of her pants, it was enough to make her feel just that much hotter.

"I suppose there is another joystick that needs my attention here, huh?" she bit back just to hear another snicker, his hands slowly wandering up the sides of her body and down again.

"So cheeky," he said as if it were a compliment. "Can't help but love that about you." He was so close she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

"I get that from you, flyboy."

"Flyboy?" he almost sounded offended, but, at the same time, his playful tone didn't leave him. "You know, I'd admit... I've always had a fantasy to do this here." He kissed her neck, softly at first, just to plant two more, passionate kisses right after. She let out a small sigh; the hickeys he left on her the night before his mission had barely healed, and she knew that he would not stop himself from creating new ones, especially now that he knew all her weakest points.

"I figured as much." She chuckled. "I guess this is called a cockpit for a reason."

He laughed against her neck, hot breath tingling the spots that were already wet from his kisses as his hands kept roaming. He kissed the side of her neck again, finding a particularly sensitive spot right on her artery, which he grazed with his teeth, earning another sigh from her.

"You know... I've missed you too much to be watching your back," he said sensually, his hands gripping her hips again. "I want to see your eyes as I work my magic..."

Poe helped her turn on his lap in the small cockpit, then pulled her as close to himself as possible, their chests colliding.

"Now, that's much better, isn't it, love?" he said quietly while his eyes wandered to the revealing cleavage of her shirt. "You'd put that on for me?"

"Oh, don't flatter yourself, Dameron." She put her hands on his shoulders. "You know I always dress like this."

He wasn't buying it - or, at the very least, he didn't want to.

"But you knew I'd be coming to have all of this for myself. And I can think of only one thing when I see you like that."

Before she could react in any way, he buried his face between her breasts, breathing in her scent and kissing the soft skin he worshipped so much while his hands slid down to squeeze her buttocks.

"How come you always smell so good?" he said groggily, his voice alone making her heart beat faster.

"Showers, flyboy."

He opened his mouth for a moment, then stared at her in mild disbelief.

"Feisty, are we?" he asked eventually, unwilling to admit defeat. "I see... I'm being too nice to you. Perhaps you should show me how much you missed me. I am, after all, a tired hero..."

Finally, she gave in and decided to act, too. She quickly started helping him out of his jacket, and he understood immediately, raising his arms slightly so she could take it off. She threw it over the side of the ship and let it fall to the hangar floor, then leaned in just slightly. For him, it worked immediately; he grabbed her jaw with both his hands and pulled her to himself almost posesssively to kiss her with hunger. The desire they had been both feeling during their separation finally starting to resolve. He didn't restrain himself one bit, almost devouring her through the feverish kisses. He let his tongue taste her, too, remembering what a wonderful taste it was.

The kissing and breathing sounds echoed in the empty hangar, with occasional moans and grunts in between they could not control. While Y/N kept her hand on his nape, pulling him closer, his arms were exploring her body, as if trying to touch each and every inch of it.

The moment she shifted slightly to adjust her sitting position on him, he pulled away, letting out a short groan. She knew that sound already and looked down.

"Someone's got a little excited there."

He traced her jaw with his finger. "You can't imagine how many times I was sitting there and wished you would be here... Just like that."

"Dreams do come true, Commander."

Using his rank was another thing that did it for him. He grabbed the straps of her shirt and pulled them down so the material fell and uncovered her breasts. He took a deep breath at the sight as he realised she had no bra on. The sight seemed to have rendered him speechless; he forgot everything he was doing to stop and marvel, so she seized the chance. She grinded herself against him, slowly, catching him my surprise. He let out a small gasp, one that satisfied her greatly.

"Keep up with me," Y/N said teasingly, and she could almost see the lust gleam in Poe's eyes when she did.

"You asked for it," he replied huskily, knowing what he could do to her just by using that voice.

His hands reached for her pants. He unzipped them, then she stood up and, although it was a bit difficult in the small cockpit, he eventually managed to take her pants off of her. She was left in her panties and her shirt half down - a view he could get used to.

Y/N wanted to straddle him again, but he shook his head and pushed her ever so sligthly against the controls.

"No, stay there..." he uttered quietly, his eyes taking in her figure. "Oh, I'm gonna remember the view. You look so fucking hot right now, Y/N."

She propped herself up on her elbows, biting her lip as she took in the compliment. He was enjoying the view in front of her, too; his cheeks were flushed, his hair even more messy than before, the upper part of his shirt unbuttoned, showing some of his collarbone.

"You aren't so bad yourself, Dameron," she replied, wondering what he was planning.

His large hands first dug into her thighs, massaging them just for a moment before one of them wandered straight between her legs. He began slowly rubbing her against the white material of her panties, making her squirm immediately. It was only then when she realised how touch-starved she was; touching herself on her own was now nowhere near as satisfactory.

Poe seemed to enjoy it a little bit too much when he noticed how each and every one if his rubs provoked different reactions from her. Sighs, soft moans, her biting her lip to stop herself and spreading her legs wider almost absent-mindedly... He knew he would not be able to control himself for much longer. Her reactions were one of the things he enjoyed most about all of their encounters.

"Seems like you needed me just as much... But why so quiet, love?" He looked her straight in the eye, wondering where his favourite moans went to - especially the ones mentioning his name.

"Quiet?" She panted. "I'd say I'm being too... Loud..." Another soft moan escaped her lips as he picked up the pace, the material between his fingers already wet.

He chuckled. "I know for a fact that you can be a hell lot louder than that."

"This isn't exactly a private place... What if someone hears?" she asked between heavy breaths as he did not stop, quite the contrary, he focused on rubbing her clit directly, having learned that works like a dream.

He seemed completely unbothered, shrugging. "The best pilot of the Resistance has his needs. And it so happens hearing these moans of yours is one of them."

He used his free hand to close the cockpit, cutting them out from the outside world with a triumphant expression.

"Don't restrain yourself, love."

Having said that, he grabbed the material of the panties and moved it to the side, uncovering her soaked folds. His fingers went back to work at once, this time flesh to flesh, driving her crazy in a matter of seconds.

He slipped in two of his fingers inside her almost effortlessly, then began pumping in and out quickly, making her throw her head back as she buckled her hips to meet even more of his touch. He smirked at that as his other hand kept on circling her clit.

"I don't have enough hands for everything I want to touch..."

"But you have something else," she breathed out as her body was begging her to have him inside it. As pleasurable as what he was doing was, his fingers were simply not enough. She craved all of him, especially after missing him and worrying because of his mission.

For a moment, she heard nothing but pounding of her heart in her ears as she reached for his belt and unbuckled it.

"Well, won't you look at that." He smiled smugly, taking his hand back for a moment. "A week without me and you've become wild. Maybe I should leave more often?"

"Don't you dare," she hissed, still panting as she unzipped his pants.

He wasn't going to stop her, he didn't even tease her - instead, he lifted his hips slightly to allow her to pull down both his pants and boxers, uncovering his erection. She looked at it shamlessly, then glanced back between her legs, where the wetness was starting to drip down her thigh.

"Seems like we both have to be taken care of."

"How fortunate," he grabbed her by the hips again. "May I?"

"Not you asking now like you didn't fuck me senseless the night before you left."

He smirked again, getting even more aroused at the memory of that night. "Oh, sorry for being a gentleman, love," he said sarcastically. "Let me fix that."

Before she could react, he aligned her position, then lowered her onto his cock roughly, earning a yelp out of her. He let out a short grunt, keeping his eyes on her face so as not to miss any reactions.

"Not so confident now, are you?"

"You... Oh, fuck..." She took a deep breath, trying to adjust herself to such a sudden change.

He sniggered yet again. "That I will, love."

The first thrust of his hips felt like a sigh of relief after days of longing. They both needed that, probably more than they thought up until this moment. He was dragging his cock slowly but with power, helping himself by guiding her hips while she started responding. The smallness of the cockpit made them unable to escape anywhere; they were as close to each other as possible, Y/N's nipples hardening as they rubbed against his chest. He filled her up to the brim with every thrust, still slowly, allowing both of them to relish in the bliss of the moment.

His hands moved to grab her ass firmly and kept on guiding her while her mouth travelled to his neck this time - she wanted to leave a few marks for him as well.

"I could do this all night," he rasped, their hips rocking in unision.

In response, she only let out a short cry against his neck as his cock found a particular spot, and the pleasure it gave her almost made her lose balance. She grabbed onto his shoulders, her cheeks flushed.

"Poe, faster," she moaned, unable to bear the feeling of release almost coming and then quickly going away every time he slowed down.

These two words almost turned him feral.

"Oh, what was that?" he asked even though they both knew he heard her loud and clear.

"I beg you," she whispered, placing a pleading kiss on his neck.

"Now that's what I like."

A triumphant expression took over him as he leaned her against the controls, taking some of her weight off of him. It allowed him to move faster just like she wanted, and hell, he enjoyed it too, feeling almost an animalistic need for the inevitable orgasm building up inside him. He really didn't need much; she turned him on mkre than anybody did.

He moved as fast as he could in the position they were in, bathing in the blissful sensations and sounds coming out of her, not even caring if someone was going to catch them. The sweat on her forehead, her throwing her head back, and everything happening right there, in the cockpit of his ship as he had fantasised... It was enough to drive a man crazy.

She kept on rocking her hips to match his movements and meet him deep inside, just so he would keep on hitting that spot which felt best. She noticed how he furrowed his brow and his breath became heavier, letting her know he was close. She could not blame him as she herself felt she needed just a few more thrusts.

"Come with me, love," he said breathily, prompting her to grab his shoulders tighter. Yes, she wanted to do that, it would be such a bliss...

"Poe... I'm so..." she wanted to tell him she would, but words failed her. Instead, immense pleasure washed over her as she felt herself gush all over his cock.

Mere seconds later, he filled her up to the brim with his cum, swearing under his breath. He had been waiting for this, and the indescrabibly pleasurable sensation was worth the wait.

Moments later, everything stopped, and they both fell into each other's arms, breathless. Y/N slowly raised herself, letting his penis slip out of her, his cum followinig right after, some of it landing on the pilot seat.

"Now... That's gonna leave a stain."

He glanced down and shrugged. "I'll have something to remember this by. I'm addicted to this. To you," he said in a hushed tone, then leaned in to leave a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I believe I could told you the same." Y/N smiled, wondering how she could have ever lived without this.

"Just so you know," his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer again, "we're doing this again. Now. We have seven days to catch up on."

Damn. He got her all exicted again in mere seconds, barely after allowing her to take in the orgasm from a minute earlier. It seemed like her legs were opening again just as he spoke, her body remembering how wonderful it felt to be connected with his.

"I am definitely not going to stop you."

"And this time..." His hands wandered up from her hips straight to her breasts. "I believe these two need my attention."

[ember-owlet]

flip! rey skywalker headcanons

a/n : no one asked for this but i love star wars and if this blog is one thing its catering to niche agere content ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ how has no one talked about her baby potential yet?!? she is so baby!! /lh /pos

cg! rey skywalker

a caregiver that would never want her regressor to feel abandoned. she'd make it extremely clear that if the situation were ever too dangerous that she'd leave you in the care of someone she deeply trusts but would immediately return to you once she knows you both are safe.

however, she is an extremely headstrong caregiver, she wouldn't give you the time to argue before she's off to find a way to spoil/protect her kiddo(s). once she had made up her mind it would be extremely difficult to break her out of the thought.

it would also be very hard to convince her to bring you into situations where danger is present. she would rather throw herself in front of a speeding freighter than to consider putting you in harms way.

rey forgets that she's talking to a person with a younger mindset and will either ramble on about the complexities of a ship's engine to a wordless audience or entirely too blunt in her tone for a sensitive regressor.

she loves to playfully argue. to her its a battle of wits as though she were back home trying to talk her way out of a situation and she can't help but want to win. in turn the crew would sigh at the addition of another sharp-tongued little rebel.

rey would naturally be very sensitive and wary of her surroundings due to her upbringing on jakku. she could be reading a book silently in one moment then immediately dropping everything in another to check on you at the slightest indication of danger.

that doesn't mean she wouldn't encourage letting her kiddo branch out creativily, rey would always have something to keep her kiddo's hands busy and out of trouble.

i'd like to believe that she'd prefer a home bustling with laughter and life alongside the occasional mess than a sterile and silent environment; she had spent far too many nights alone in a deserted wasteland and the silence can be defeaning.

loves kiddos that have a passion for learning / discovering new things.

her methods of teaching would be informal, having her kiddos learn by experience and helping to build their understanding of the world from personal findings.

even if a problem were too difficult to solve alone, she would support you regardless of the outcome (especially if she knew how much it meant admitting that you needed help in the first place).

there's nothing that would make her happier than to see her regressor's wide eyed expressions to the beauty of the world around them- from the awe of lifting their toys by the force or their relief in finally solving a problem themself you could often catch a glimpse of her beaming at you with an unmistakable pride.

regressor! rey skywalker

the biggest dork the galaxy has ever known /lh

is extremely blunt. and impatient. but an extremely generous and optimistic little one.

despite being of a younger mindset she'd still be able to tell you if you were doing something wrong to a device/vehicle. (ex. sitting in a cockpit with you while you show her the different tools to fix something below while she shakes her head or repeats a simple "yes/no.")

a tinkerer at heart! there's always something in her hand to fidget with or scraps that she could fix/create into something entirely new. she'd be the greatest little sidekick at holding or helping with simple tasks.

loves to learn more about the galaxy around her, and will never tire of learning about what it means to be a jedi.

regressed or not she loves to play! it won't take much to get her into the spirit of adventure, just the scraps around her could keep her entertained for hours.

absolutely adores any verbal praise given by a caregiving figure, she would sit stewing in her accomplishments that she'd replay in her head for the rest of the day.

extremely stubborn if things aren't done her way, oftentimes fixating on something for hours/days until its done the way she wants it done.

though not extremely physically affectionate she would like to remain physically close to those she cares about. there's always a small part of her that worries she'll end up alone again.

if left unsupervised be prepared for the consequences. (/lh /silly) you may return to a little rey with scrapes and bruises from practicing tricks with her staff or the home in dissaray from her attempts at "honing her jedi skills".

[feotakahari]

The Truth

It's surprising how little I miss having eyes.

“The cane helps a lot,” I tell Bobby. “And if I can't chop carrots for dinner, well, I remember having a husband somewhere around here. I'm sure he could make dinner himself.”

“Isn't there anything you want to see, though?” he asks me. “I'd hate not being able to see your face anymore.”

“I can still touch you,” I say. “I can feel those strong cheekbones, and kiss that mustache you keep forgetting to trim. It's overdue, by the way.”

Bobby doesn't argue further, but I know full well what he would have asked. Out of all the things I could see in the world, was it worth giving it up for one glimpse of the Messenger?

My husband hasn't seen the Truth. That's why he doesn't understand.

–

I was one of the first to see Him, when He came down from the sky. It was a clear blue day when something orange streaked across the sky and landed in the woods behind our house. I went to look at it, while Bobby stayed behind.

I couldn't see Him in motion. No one could. So He'll always be a frozen picture in my memories, with eyes like galaxies, and wondrous, hypnotic tentacles. I fell to my knees, and the world went away.

I ran and stumbled, tripping over tree roots, making my way back to the house. Warm blood dripped down my face, and the Truth sang in my veins.

I crawled on hands and knees up the back steps, too lost in thought to hear Bobby’s movements on the wooden floor of the living room. But he must have turned and looked at me, because he screamed and screamed for so long.

He called 911 and begged for help, saying his wife had lost both her eyes. I couldn't make him understand that I was fine. Better than fine. I'd seen the Truth.

–

“So what's the Truth, then?” Bobby asks me. “Why do you keep talking around it?”

“Because I can't explain it,” I tell him. “It wouldn't make sense to you unless you've seen Him.”

“That's not what truth is, though. Nobody sees the truth. All we can do is think about what we see and try to logic out what the truth is.”

“All you can do,” I say, “because you haven't seen the Truth.”

I hear him sigh. “At least tell me what it's a truth about,” he says. “God? The world? Humanity?”

“Everything,” I tell him. “Everything that's ever existed, and everything that will ever exist.”

“So what's the truth like? Is it beautiful?”

“Beyond anything you can imagine.”

“Then it's not the truth,” he says. “Truth is never pretty. It's always messy and complicated.”

“You're true,” I tell him, “and you're beautiful.”

“Your eyes were beautiful,” he says. “Blue like a lake covered in ice.”

“A sacrifice,” I say. “Something lost, for something gained. The Truth is so much better than my eyes could ever be.”

–

“He's afraid,” I tell the Messenger. “He thinks there's something wrong with me. Something wrong! I feel so complete, but he completes me too. He always has. If I lose him over this . . .”

The Messenger coos at me in a language I don't understand. A tentacle softly pats my head, dripping thick liquid into my hair. I lose myself in the Truth, and all is right with the world again.

–

“I think he hacks your brain,” Bobby tells me. “There's something in your brain that goes 'I've seen the Truth!' It doesn't matter whether what you saw is really true or not.”

“But it is true!” I say. “How do you not get that?”

“Because lying is easy,” he says. “It's hard to solve problems in government, but it's easy for some fresh-faced politician to convince people he'll solve problems. It's hard to run a business, but you can convince venture capitalists you'll be the next big thing and waste their money. I don't think anyone can know the truth about everything, but lying about the truth? Anyone can do that.”

“I can't believe that,” I tell him. “The Truth is more real to me than anything else in the world. I could believe anything is wrong, as long as it's not the Truth.”

“That's what scares me,” he says softly.

–

He doesn't leave a note when he goes to see the Messenger. Thinking back later, I can only guess why he went. Maybe he wanted to do some kind of a test, or maybe he just wanted to understand what was in my head.

I don't realize anything is wrong until I hear the siren.

Brain bleeding, they tell me. Dead before they even got there. The raw, unfiltered Truth met my husband's disbelieving mind, and it killed him.

–

There are some things you just can't do when you're blind. But there's a neighbor who worries about her son. She doesn't understand why he keeps going to see the Messenger. So she puts together the components for me, and she keeps him home that day.

I don't bother hiding it, holding it in my left hand and my cane in my right hand. Everyone who would see it is blind anyway, except the Messenger Himself. And I don't think He’ll recognize what it does.

I don't know how mortal He is. Maybe I won't even hurt Him. But I need to try, and at close range, you don't need that many pounds of explosive to kill someone.

I still believe, and I can't hate Him for enlightening me. But I don't think the Truth is meant for this world. Today, I'll leave the world alongside it.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 24 – MULTIVERSE

SERIES: Through Worlds by Anonymous

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 69,406 Tags: Soulmates, Magic, Getting Together

Reasons why I love it: I absolutely adore this concept. There's something so beautiful about the red string of fate – I've always loved it in folklore – and this fic's version of it is amazing. I completely agree that Steve and Tony are inevitable in any universe, and it's lovely to see it represented like this. If you haven't read this series yet, I highly encourage you to do so. It's funny, emotional and slightly angsty with the happiest of endings. I love it so much, and I bet you will too! Just a quick disclaimer that one of the fics in the series isn't finished, so I won't include it here, but it doesn't detract from the experience, in my opinion.

This series consists of:

But Loving Him Is Red

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Clint/Coulson Rating: NR Words: 25,524 Tags: Mutual Pining, Norse Gods, Getting Together

Summary: "It is- it is not just destined, Steve Rogers. It will reach through the decades, through entire universes if it has to. It will scour the galaxies without rest until the two of you are standing next to each other. Migardians- Migardians call them soulmates, I believe." -- Through the decades, through layers of realities, through superheroes and tangles of string- it will always be them.

Reasons why I love it: This fucking fic. I can't even tell you how much I love it. It makes me laugh, it makes me cry, it gives me joy like few other fics do. The way Tony's feelings for Steve are described is so beautiful – his inner monologue is, in my humble opinion, one of the best ways I've ever seen love expressed through words. And all the glimpses into other universes are amazing. This fic is incredible, and if you haven't read it yet, please do! You won't regret it.

saying your name through the years

Pairing: Steve/Tony, implied Clint/Natasha Rating: NR Words: 5,295 Tags: Soulmate Marks, Avengers Family, True Love

Summary: "A nudge from the universe," Steve’s mother calls them.Tattoos appear as Imprints as people get older. This is how the Avengers earn them and figure them out, and maybe a few of them fall in love along the way.

Reasons why I love it: I love the idea of soulmate tattoos. The symbols that the author chose here are fantastic, I especially loved Natasha's marks. And the moment that Steve and Tony figure out that they're soulmates just feels perfect for them. I adore this fic, and it's a wonderful extension of this multiverse!

i would long for you through worlds

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 8,556 Tags: Civil War, Multiversal Character Death, Love

Summary: “You- the both of you had to see this. This world, your world, it’s destined for- well. Can’t tell you, that’d be spoiling it. But in every universe where it nearly happens but doesn’t, there’s always one common denominator, and that’s you guys.”Or, Steve and Tony get a glimpse of the multiverse to prevent the Civil War.

Reasons why I love it: Yeeees, Verda is back! I love her so much, I'm so happy we get to see more of her! This fic – same as the entire series, honestly – is super charged with emotion in the best possible way. I couldn't even tell you which universe we get to see here is my favorite, they're all fantastic. Definitely read this one, it's amazing!

age after age; forever

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 2,137 Tags: Reincarnation, Love Throughout the Ages, Searching for Peace

Summary: Steve and Tony are born for the first time as a Prince and his Knight. The last time they are born, they're Iron Man and Captain America.

Reasons why I love it: What I really love about this whole series is how a lot of the glimpses into other universes get expanded on in other fics. Also, the way reincarnation works in this fic is super interesting, and I love getting to see how they come to terms with their fate. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

just as smart, twice as stubborn

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 6,869 Tags: Kidfic, PTSD, Fluff and Angst

Summary: “On a scale of ‘make me sleep on the couch’ to ‘take Sarah away from me and kick me out of the tower,’ how angry at me would you be if I told you our infant daughter’s first word was a swear word?” (Or, Steve and Tony raise a kid. Shenanigans ensue.)

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, hell yes, I'm so happy there's more of this timeline! Especially because this fic is so sweet and fluffy! Sarah is adorable, and Steve and Tony make such good parents, it puts the biggest grin on my face. I adore this fic, and if you like cute kidfic, you will too!

[neolxzr]

if you wanna yap more about the au id love to hear btw!! and can't wait to see the little comics if out post them :D

OK PERHAPS JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE ...

(revision after i wrote everything. it was not a little bit)

i imagine it all starts off where till is off doing his normal cryptid hunting things in the woods on like a friday evening and happens to catch a glimpse of sua and ivan outside of a spaceship in the middle of the woods. he watches one of them transform into their human form from a far distance, and manages to snap a singular blurry photo. the flash goes off and gives away his location, though, so he instinctually runs off before he can see more

(btw, the disguises don't change their clothes, only their body. the human clothes are real. although they were probably synthesized through weird alien technology or they stole them not 100% sure yet)

cut to monday, he's in class, and one of his teachers introduces two new students who have just transferred to their school from some unspecified other country. till is immediately like THATS THE ALIEN I SAW BEFORE and the two of them also talk strangely and have some weird device attached to their ears. he calls them out for being aliens, in front of the entire class, very embarrassingly, though of course this gets him nowhere.

i dont have like this ENTIRELY planned out at the moment but pretty quickly the main 4 settle into a sort-of friend group. mizi is incredibly friendly and befriends the two new students immediately, and till reluctantly spends as much time as possible with the two of them out of wanting to protect her and keep an eye on them for possible funny business. mizi doesnt NOT believe till that ivan and sua are aliens, but she befriends them anyway. till and ivan immediately settle into the type of relationship the two of them had in anakt canonically---they're constantly bickering and probably getting into fights in the hallway.

as much as mizi and till are best friends, mizi is quite the busy gal. she's always involved with school events and is in multiple clubs so she's only free during lunch about twice a week, of which she always spends with till. the rest of the week, till spent that time alone until the aliens showed up. he doesn't think about it for a while but eventually realizes that maybe theyre not so bad to have around. till's mom tells him after a few months of having them around that he seems happier. he's not sure what to think about that

this au is just lighthearted silliness mostly, ivan coming up with (real? fake?) world-conquering schemes to rile up till and get his attention and mizisua slowly developing a very cute romance. some aliens come to earth and accidentally learn how to love.

i think what i settled on for ivan and sua is that they were in fact sent to earth to do some kind of scouting of the planet to see if its worth anything for their crazy conquering alien empire, but they pretty quickly discover that they actually kind of like it there despite all its flaws. they are eventually discovered (by a familiar face maybe?) as being "traitors to the empire" or whatever but itll all end up fine in the end i promise i have no angst bones in my body

if this was like a serialized TV show i would imagine after enough time has passed and its clear the aliens aren't really a threat to mizi or humanity or anything like that till just kind of accepts the fact that theyre here and part of his life and he allows himself to be fascinated by their existence and their technology. ivan shows him his disguise willingly and till probably stares into his eyes which look like tiny galaxies and its pretty gay. if i was a more prolific fic writer the ivantill romance would be such a slowburn

so like assuming this is a tv show like the first season (or maybe even two? idk) of the show would be almost entirely set on earth and then once some big season finale event thing happens they start having adventures in space afterwards. i want mizi and till to get alien disguises at some point i love drawing aliens if that wasnt obvious

OK SORRY this got out of hand i didnt mention everything cuz i wanna have some surprises but thats a bunch of my ideas ^_^

[charleslelurk]

Annual Writing Self-Evaluation 2024

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 23

2. Word count posted for the year: 240k

3. Fandoms I wrote for: F1 RPF (and One Direction but I am keeping this to just F1 writing)

4. Pairings: Max/Charles, Carlos/Lando, Charles/Carlos, Lando/Max F, Lando/Max V, Max/Daniel

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Drunk Myself Down (298)

Bookmarks: Erosion (235)

Comments: Erosion (48 comment threads)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): I think the fic I worked on in 2024 that I am most proud of... might be one that is not posted yet. Dare I say. So for the sake of this evaluation, I am going to say Erosion because whenever I read any part of it back, I am really just dumbfounded by the fact that I wrote it. Like... I did. But I do not feel that I am actively being the caliber of author who pulled of Erosion, if that makes any sense. The prose and metaphorical language my brain made for Erosion feels like something that I can't just tap into at any time, like somehow something else inhabited my body while writing that fic. We'll never know how I managed it.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): It's not that I am not proud of it, but I can see now how much more potential Four Week Wedding had if I had given it more time, but alas I cranked that puppy out in one afternoon and hit post. Sometimes, you just need to let the brainworms be free, whether they are perfectly polished or not.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: It has to be Bee's reaction to One Glimpse of Relief. I cried real tears over Bee's messages on discord after Bee read it. I was straight up distracted for hours by rereading the comment they left on the fic and the messages, like maybe nothing compares to bringing your friend so much joy that their joy moves you to tears? Idk though.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: All across November I was suffering™️ because that is always the worst month of the year for my joint disorder, as well as the absolute lack of sunlight in the northern hemisphere. I still did manage to write during those months, but even November to now is like night and day as far as how much motivation and energy I have to write.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: I learned a lot about myself and my writing through the kink prompts. Mostly because I tried to write kinks and tropes that I was scared to, like I almost posted that prompt list with only 20 items because I wasn't sure there were another 10 in the generator I was really comfortable and capable of writing, but then I did write things that scared me and got positive responses and even some new insane brainworms from it so it was a cool experience. I think I suffer from constant "what if I don't pull of whatever I am trying to do in my writing and then it's embarrassing" disease so it's always scary to write a dynamic or situation for the first time, but I tackled some of the things I was scared to write through the kink prompts (Side note, there are still four prompts in my inbox I want to eventually get to, but I needed to write some longer form stuff for a bit and work on my WIPs)

More under the cut.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: This is from In the Silences because I am a sucker for star imagery.

"Do you–" Lando hiccups. "Do you think I fucked up too much?" Carlos can read between the lines. He knows what Lando is asking. Carlos tips his head back and looks at the stars, ample in the sky. They hang above him, millennia old. He envies them. They don't have to deal with emotions or heartbreak. They just get to exist and shine, to bring joy to people millions and trillions of miles across the galaxy.  Carlos supposes what Lando did really is inconsequential compared to all of that. Miniscule, in fact, to the grand scheme of things. 

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: Well, I started writing again. After spending tens of thousands of dollars on a creative degree I let get dusty for 5 years, I finally started writing again. Even if it has largely been F1 RPF. But that's like sort of a big deal. To me.

But also, I hadn't written smut for... a decade before this year. I was so scared to be bad at it, that I just gave up even when I was still writing fic before my great writing hiatus. And you know what? I fucking love writing it, and it's so fun. I'm really glad I got over myself.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: I don't want to put pressure on myself to write another 200k+ words next year but it would be pretty cool to write even more next year than I wrote this year.

But I also want to continue to challenge myself to write unique stories. I want to write more canon compliant, chaptered fic and challenge myself to write race sequences and strategy. It scares me because it always feels like there is something else to learn about F1 and someone always knows more than me, so it will be embarrassing for someone to catch mistakes if I am to write races, but I should just do it.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): Dare I say... Lando? His inability to filter and the way he wears his heart on his sleeve just got my writing gears turning again and again and again.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: Um is this a good time to mention that a number of the less insane moments from Borderline of a Bad Idea are straight from the homoerotic situationship I was in my freshman year that briefly ruined my life? Like, my situationship got insanely jealous when I started to have a thing with a guy (pause for laughter, yes I am gay now, but I thought I was bi then), and we slept in the same dorm bunk on multiple occasions... yeah. I can't speak on it too much without revealing more about the plot of the fic but Carlos and Lando's initial shenanigans and tension is highly inspired by my own college experience.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: I'm sorry to say it but... writing an outline does help. I'm being so for real. When I get an initial idea, I write whatever scene is in my head. But then... I have to figure out how the characters got to that point. Whether it be physically or emotionally, there is a lead up and ramifications of whatever that brainworm is. And that has to get figured out. So you better make a bit of an outline. Legit all of my fics that aren't one shots have an outline. Sometimes more specific than others but that outline helps no matter what.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I am obviously looking forward to finishing Borderline of a Bad Idea. It's going to be insane. But I also have a WIP I started over the summer that I am slowly working on that will be... hopefully my best work yet when it's posted. Fingers crossed. I need it to leave people in shambles, I want to make readers cry. And then I am working on a fic for the Carlando Winter Break Exchange and I am very excited about this fic. It's very... different in certain ways. But the different is good (I hope). Those are probably the next three substantial fics I will be posting, but after that I don't know for sure. There is something like 8 fics on the docket, but who knows how many of those will see the light of day or not.

[astorythatwritesitself]

If you're taking the fluff asks, how about D, T, M, I, and E for shrios?

Devoted - how do they show they're serious?

By choosing life.

Things definitely like. Develop & they're into each other during the mission, it's only post-Omega 4 that either Shepard or Thane starts really like... truly acknowledging the weight of things. In the AU I'm working, it's Thane who takes the first step - the way I plan on playing things, I'm saving LotSB and Arrival for after the 'main' game, and LotSB sees Thane get hurt enough that he finally makes the call to stop for a while and get some help and see if he can't unfuck a decade of pointedly refusing more than symptom management (he'd actually spoken to both Miranda and Mordin privately before this to know if there were even options to consider, too, lol).

Adrian's end is a little trickier to notice tbh - but it's in when she's willing to discuss ideas about even like, a year into the future. Places she'd like to go. The fact she'd even talk about retiring from the Alliance, when before, she'd seen herself staying part of it until it killed her. Probably the strongest sign though, was her working to ensure some of her assets would go to Kolyat, in the event of her death - big move, from someone who never factored kids into their life, yknow?

Enchanted - what first caught their eye?

Honestly, the eyes play a strong part for both of them 😂

Adrian's end tbh was like - it's hard for her to recognize if she's experienced romantic feelings, but she absolutely knows if she's Into Someone or not - and her reaction to Thane was enough to warrant a note on her medical file because Mordin believes in keeping good track of any outlier readings 😂 Thane was gorgeous and the way he moved was almost mesmerizing - and Adrian was well and truly Gone the second she met his eyes lol. She's absolutely 'no arguing with people with eyes so dark they're almost black, whatever you say beautiful'.

Thane, meanwhile, knew Shepard by reputation and scattered reports - but seeing a dead hero in the flesh would make anyone pause, particularly when that first glimpse also has her smack-dab in the glory of Illium's sunrise. But it was her patience that registered most, the way she pulled her squad back and allowed Thane his prayers.

(And when Thane later thinks back on the experience, he realizes he was trying very, very hard not to read too much into things. Because there he was, on a mission he fully expected to end in his death, only to be intercepted by someone who /held/ his target's attention so he could finish the job, by someone whose eyes were lit gold in the sunrise.

The gods can be... /clever/ like that, sometimes.)

Intimate - what kind of dates do they like?

So you have a galaxy renowned assassin, and Commander-Goddamn-Shepard, what's their date night like?

Boring as goddamn fuck 😂 At least in some eyes.

They enjoy going to museums and botanical gardens, Adrian absolutely makes an aquarium one happen.

Buuuut also some folks swear up and down, hand to god, cross their heart(s) and hope to die, the two can occasionally be found dancing at small-scale clubs or venues when the music's right. (Absolutely ridiculous - everyone knows Shepard can't dance!)

(not that that stops her)

Memory - what's their favorite memory together?

Hard to say, but in terms of a shared one...

Possibly what is retroactively recognized as their first date - a trip to the Citadel, where Thane paid a visit to the temple, and would Shepard like to come along?

(Vague? Yes - only because I plan on writing it one day 😂)

Thoughtful - what small things do they do for each other?

They've got each other's favorite preparations of tea (& for Thane, coffee) down pat and often have it ready for the other. Adrian also takes a fair bit of pride in learning how to cook, and often uses her sleepless early mornings to put together something nice. Thane, meanwhile - he's not the photographer Adrian is, but he does start taking some, to better preserve and share things with her. (He also, during the events of ME3, has the fishtank VI sent to the Normandy.)

[the-starry-seas]

Silly Game Time: In honor of today, February 28th, being the last day of Black History Month, who are some of your favorite Black characters? And what do you like about them?

They can be from any media (movies, shows, books, comics, games, etc.) (OCs count, too). They can be explicitly of African descent, or they can be from a story where Earth and its continents and its history don't exist (like in many sci-fi and fantasy).

Myself, being a Star Wars fan, I quite like the two Jedi Cere Junda (a haunted survivor dedicated to rebuilding a source of light) and Mace Windu (a stern paladin of his order, fighting for civilization and democracy).

Eyyy Star Wars! I love Phee, I want to be her when I grow up. Just flying around the galaxy and librating ancient wonders 😊 Also I am willing to defend this position but I like Jar Jar, come at me y'all! He's funny and kinda stupid and that's catnip to me in a character. Actually he doesn't count I'm realising so I'm also gonna say Kelleran Beq, I badly want to know what happened to him after but also I don't know if I trust Disney to be nice to any characters I care about lmao. Cam is one of my SW OCs, he's a huge nerd who's also very kind and loves coming up with horrible puns and dad jokes related to sea life.

Dutch and Aneela from the Syfy show Killjoys are everything to me and I absolutely love their relationships with the people around them. They're both so weird in completely different ways, and they both change so much in their lives. And I appreciate the range it takes to play two very different identical twins, I'm a sucker for twin plots.

Alec Hardison from Leverage deserves the world and I am really hoping that he's back in the main cast for Redemption s3. I love nerd characters and he's so gentle and understanding with Parker. As much as I love Breanna, cause she's adorable and sneaky and has an appropriate level of love for Halloween, I miss him... Though admittedly I'm half hoping he comes back so we can see the crew's NASA heist LOL

Christina from Divergent was such a badass and I love that she's so mouthy and nosy. Let her debate everyone forever! And Toast is so smart and capable and does well under pressure - I would love to see them meet in a crossover AU, I think it could be intriguing.

Poor Cinna in THG... he deserved better man, I gasped when they just beat him like that, that fucked me up. He was wildly talented and the only person in the Capitol (at first) who actually treated Katniss like a human being. I wish we saw more of his designs! And I can't forget Thresh! The way he openly rebelled against the system because he respected Katniss for trying to protect Rue was so crunchy to me and I would have loved to see more of him.

I also would have loved to see more of Barry in Jurassic World. I was intrigued by what we saw of him and I want to know more about what he got up to after JW fell apart! It looked pretty interesting from the glimpse we saw in the next movie. Maybe he'll show up in CC or CT, cause I love Darius and how nerdy about dinosaurs he is (but also can we give him ten minutes where he's not navigating a life-or-death survival situation or getting chased by carnivorous dinosaurs?).

[elysian-i]

Stolen Snapshots

Summary: Reader can't stop talking pictures of Draco after finding a muggle camera in Filch's office.

Warnings: None, it's just fluff :)

a/n— jello there after a month or so. i just have this short & sweet thing fa now :p

NAVIGATION

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Your fingers brimmed across the black defined plastic, you weren't completely oblivious to the device in your hand, it was a muggle device, used to capture just about everything the human eye could see.

It could capture the best of the moments and make art, or it could capture disasters, and somehow still make art.

The placement of the object was quite peculiar considering Filch wasn't too fond of muggle devices. You figured he had probably snatched it from some student using it on the premises.

Now, it wasn't like you were going to steal it, you just had to... borrow it for a while. And the reason for that being to get into your artistic side, to make paintings of the perfect scenery that you were blessed to have— Draco.

He was just so beautiful— no, beautiful would be an understatement, he was a sort of beauty that couldn't quite be caught by even the greatest most renowned of artists, so it was expected that the camera would be nowhere near to get a glimpse of his astonishing self. But you had to make do with it.

—

Sunlight was flashing up over him, his hair shined like gold, it was almost like a replica of what Icarus might have looked like when the sun burnt his knitted feathers. It made rings round his figure like halos burning beauty for him.

And that was it, that was the perfect time and placement to snap the first picture of him and add it your— well his album.

And when you were determined to click another thousand pictures of him, his eyes met yours and you had to put down your camera, hide it behind your back, and walk off to him as he begin to call you.

Maybe it was slightly creepy to snap pictures without him having any knowledge but it wasn't like he was a stranger, he'd been your boyfriend for a while, and besides, he was going to find it out eventually, you'd tell him, one day, yourself.

"There you are," He smiles, and bends down to press and kiss on your cheek and then look into your eyes and rest his arms on your shoulders. "Whatever the hell were you doing behind that tree?"

"Your mom" You said out, so quick it was almost like it was a reflex, grinning widely as his eyes narrowed and his mouth turned into a flat line.

"Are you really ever going to get over your middle schooler humour?"

"Never"

He paused, then smiled, and caught hold of your hand, intervening his fingers with yours and pulling you alongside him and into the castle.

"My pretty idiot" He muttered into your ear as the two of you synced steps.

—

The second time was in the library, he'd fallen asleep, his head was resting on his arms, lashes resting on his cheekbones and lips slightly parted.

It was one of those moments again, when his beauty stunned you so much that memory wasn't enough to remember it by.

And luckily, you'd stuffed the camera info your bag right before you'd went along with him to the library for a study session.

You focused the lens on him, fidgeted around until you found that perfect angle and lighting, and stole another shot of him. Well not just one, maybe a little too many, but he just looked so pretty you couldn't help yourself.

While he was busy making dreams, you were busy making art of your dreamy boy.

—

And the third time might've been when he was preoccupied doing some school work and you have snapped another pic because he looked hot doing it.

The fourth time probably when he was getting ready for your date.

The fifth time when he was laughing around with his friends.

The sixth time when he was out past even the prefect curfew just to star gaze with you at the astronomy tower. His silver eyes reflected their own galaxy. Swirling with star dust and light and colours like the Milky Way.

—

It might've gotten out of hand— it most definitely had.

Turns out there were no perfect moments to capture his winsomeness, he always looked lovely and now you had a picture of everytime he looked lovely, which was just too much.

There were too many pictures, not enough albums, and Filch had finally noticed the camera missing and had started finding out the culprit behind the theft, and not by himself, but by someone to whom the whole situation was very much connected.

Wasn't your luck just wonderful?

"Filch put me up to solve something" He said as you were lying in bed, his face buried into your chest.

"And what might that be?"

"Someone's stolen a camera from his office, he reckoned it was the student he'd taken it from, but it's someone else, and well, that person has gone bloody mental with taking pictures."

You froze, hand putting a stop to stroke Draco’s hair and tensing beneath him.

"Wha— how would they know, that that person has been taking pictures?"

"There's some sort of tracker in the camera, the bloke didn't even actually remember that his camera had been taken until he started getting notified" He chuckled and rested his cheek against your sternum. "Even Filch had forgotten about it, the damn idiot would've gotten away with the theft if they knew how to control themselves"

"Right" You said, and resumed the delicate gestures on his head.

What could you say? That you were the dumbass who'd stolen the camera he was looking for.

You just had to come clean and confront Draco before he could. However that might work out.

—

The very first step to the confrontation would be to grab the camera, put it back in Filch's office, and then confront Draco with the very huge collection of pictures that you had.

You'd left the camera on the top shelf of your cupboard, along with all of the albums, and then, as you went in, it was like your heart dropped right down to your stomach.

Draco was standing there, with both the album and the camera in his hand, alternating between looking at you and the things in his hands with wide eyes.

"Oh my— it was you?!" Although you expected his voice to be filled with rage and disgust, it was something entirely the antonym of that.

Your cheeks were so hot from embarrassment, and your eyes not daring to meet his, and your lips not uttering out a word.

"Sweetheart?"

When there was no answer, his walked straight over to you.

"I'm sorry" You said as soon as he was standing in front of you. "I am so sorry, it's weird and stupid—"

That moment, he caught your jaw, tilted your head up, and kissed you ravenously. His lips pressed hard against yours, moving with yours, one of his big hands holding your face and the other one on your waist.

It could have been an infinite loop of just kissing him, and you'd have gone along with forever.

When his mouth left yours, he stared into your eyes again, his iris was melting with love and adoration.

"You don't ever have to apologise," He said, leaning foreheads with you, "This is like, the best and cutest thing anyone's ever done for me"

"Really?" Your eyes sparkled as he spoke, he nodded and kissed your forehead.

"Yes really, although I must say, these are an awful lot of pictures"

"I— I wanted to remember you" You mumbled.

"Remember me?" He laughed and tilted his head back, "Darling I'm unforgettable"

Well his statement was true in every form, but you didn't let him know that right now. You just snorted and looked up over his shoulder and on the camera.

"What are we gonna do with that" You gestured over to it. He turned his head and sighed, "Well, I'll return the camera to Filch, but don't you won't get into any trouble. I won't let you"

"And then..." He paused to look back at you, his eyes twinkling stars and nubulas, "I'll have to get another camera to take pictures of you, make it even between us"

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[wtvilove]

okay galaxy brain but was listening to midnight love (aka the most byler coded song ever) but what if in vol 2 we get more byler moments but then like a Byler "breakup" arc?

(borderline hurt/comfort fic incoming)

hear me out

like after so many byler moments (all initiated by Mike) Will is sick and tired of mixed signals and just calls Mike out (maybe confesses his feelings) on everything. The crazy together scene, the looks, the way Mike treats him. It'd be a perfect way to layout how byler has always been a thing for the more oblivious viewers and how Mike hasn't been the 100% straight dude they think he is. Mike's finally confronted with the thing he's been hiding and pushing away for so long, he gets confused and pissed. He pushes Will away, "a fight you can't come back from". But this one is worse than every other fight. Wills done with Mike, he forgot his birthday, he's been treating him weird, he's done. Mikes scared and upset. Wills disappointed and deeply hurt feeling like he lost his best friend. Will has a bloody nose but they think nothing of it. They get to Hawkins and things are awkward, the others don't get why they're upset. Will starts getting visions, and Mike's concerned but lingers behind thinking that Will wouldn't want him near him. Will sees this and is even more hurt, making the visions worse. It's only when Will gets vecna'd that Mike finally "kicks into gear" and panics. He realizes how dumb this all is and how he can't bare to see Will die. The group panics, what's his favorite song? While this is happening Will is reliving his trauma, being stuck in the upside down, the mind flayer, his dad... throughout all of that he had a best friend though. Who stuck by his side and stood up for him. But now he's gone, he'll die and the last thing they did was fight. (for crazy plot relevancy reasons) Mike reaches into his pocket and takes out a mixtape, one he meant to give Will what feels like forever ago. Before he chickened out when he thought Will had a crush on a girl. "For Will, Love Mike". As he shoves it into the walkman, El catches a glimpse and everything clicks.

this scene is much quieter than the "Running up that hill" scene. The music isn't as high stakes. things come full circle, Mike calls for Will again like he did so many times before. Will breaks free, and Mike hugs him, a direct parallel to his half assed hug in the airport. There's a mutual understanding, but they've got bigger issues to deal with than relationship drama. They do the other plot stuff and don't really bring up the fight or the "Love, Mike". Mike tries to talk to Eleven, maybe finally say I love you, but he struggles. El gives a somber smile, maybe calls Mike stupid affectionately.

Byler isn't explicitly canon yet (but now the ENTIRE audience knows) and Eleven is the one to reject Mike's fake advances. I'm insane.