#second coming knows about human anatomy despite not being human

[gobblinggojo]

"Say my Name."

summary: y/n l/n and inumaki toge have been together ever since they were first years in school together. now, as second years y/n has begun to grow distant with inumaki, instead opting to grow closer to inumaki's best friend, yuta okkotsu. Warnings: NSFW, Threesome, Voyeurism, Rough Sex, Porn With Plot, Impact Play, Inumaki Uses his Cursed Speech, Cheating, Switch Yuta, Dom Inumaki, Sub Reader, Reader Is Written With Female Anatomy, Slight Angst, Overstimulation, Cursing, Slight edging.

Truthfully, you did not know when your feelings for Inumaki had shifted. Honestly, it was hard working on a relationship where there was absolutely nothing to love about the other. Don't get me wrong, Inumaki gave you beautiful feelings of love for days on end--but you couldn't help it; your feelings just, disappeared. Much like water after a drought.

No matter how hard you tried to keep your feelings for Inumaki, you just couldn't. Every little thing he did had started to tick you off after about five months--and for almost a year now you had been putting on a mask in which you hid your true feelings for the beautiful boy behind. You supposed that this is how you found yourself in your current predicament. In the arms of your boyfriends best-friend; Yuta Okkotsu.

You knew it was wrong, that this would just hurt Inumaki more in the end, but truthfully, you couldn't help it. You've sent so many signals to Inumaki, that your feelings were long gone; it was his fault that he didn't seem to pick up on them, right? It couldn't have been your fault; it just couldn't have been. Yuta was a sweetheart, he treated you so well despite betraying his best-friend. You've spent nights in his arms, crying, begging him to help you break the news of your infidelity to Inumaki.

God, why couldn't he have helped you?

You were an awful human-being, and you were aware of it. Maybe that's why you were currently allowing Yuta to absolutely ravage you in your boyfriend's room, atop of his bed.

Loud moans echoed around the dimly lit room as you bounced up and down on Yuta's thick cock; your slick coated all around it, dripping down onto the satin bedsheets atop of Inumaki's bed. No matter how badly you knew you needed to stop, you just couldn't. It felt so goddamn good; his cock inside of your tight cunt--and the way he let out shaky moans against your ear as he helped you bounce up and down.

"F-Fuuck, Y/n--" His words were cut off as he let out a rather loud moan, throwing his head back as you took him all the way in. He felt so fucking good, his cock hit all of the right places inside of you, and you felt so fucking good around his cock. "R-right there! Fuck Yuta, right there!" He slammed you down harder against him, his hips lifting up slightly to reach deeper inside.

"Right there?" His voice was so whiny; so husky and whiny. A moan left your lips as you nodded, your left hand coming down between the two of you to rub at your clit in quick circular motions. "Yesss!" Moan after moan left your lips; you were practically seeing stars.

Yuta fucked you so much better than Inumaki, he hit all of the right places--it just felt so fucking good. Truthfully, you couldn't remember the last time that you came as hard as you did with Yuta; sure, Inumaki gave you orgasms, but they were never as good as the ones Yuta gave you.

A slap to your hand rubbing your clit brought your attention up to Yuta; who grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together. "Y-you're squeezing me too t-tight, baby, don't wan' you cumming yet-" His voice was so hot as he leaned in to whisper into your ear. Just the sound of his whiny moans against your ear had you squeezing so fucking hard around his cock.

"Can't help it Yuta, fuck..I-I'm gonna cum-," You let out a high-pitched whine as Yuta stilled his movements completely, thin eyebrows furrowed as he gazed up at you. You panted, trying so hard to catch your breath before Yuta started up your movements once again, slamming you up and down on top of his cock once more. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room as his movements grew quicker. God his cock was so fucking good.

"Fuck, quit squeezin' so hard, y/n."

"I can't stop," you moaned out, his dick was just so fucking good; reaching all of the right places inside of you. You couldn't help but squeeze around Yuta as he continued to pound up into your cunt, slamming you down to meet his movements. It wasn't long until Yuta let out a loud groan, sitting up to bury his face into your neck and biting down as he slammed up into you one more time, groaning loudly as spurts of his cum shot up into your cunt.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the warm feeling enveloping your insides; gasping loudly as you felt your cunt tighten more around Yuta's cock, milking him for all he was worth. Fuck, you were so fucking close to your end, you just needed a little more time. You slowly continued to bounce up and down on Yuta's cock, trying so desperately to reach your end, all while overstimulating poor Yuta who let you do as you pleased--using his cock as your personal fuck-toy.

"I-I'm so close!"

Yuta only moaned in response, his thighs shaking slightly, muscles spasming, as he laid back on Inumaki's bed, allowing you to continue to ride his overstimulated cock to reach your end. You were so fucking close, your bouncing never once ceased as you chased your high, eyes rolling back into your skull once more and mouth hanging open as you felt yourself coming undone.

"Don't cum."

Your eyes shot open as you felt your release slowly fade away; you were so fucking close. Yuta shot up; eyes wide as he looked over your shoulder at who had spoken. You knew all-too-well who the familiar voice had belonged to--you could feel yourself freeze as you slowly turned your head, face turning red in complete embarrassment at the realization that you had just been caught by Inumaki, fucking Yuta in his own bed.

The male stood in his doorway; his silhouette barely visible in the dim light that came from his now opened door. His usually zipped-up mask unzipped revealing the markings on his face. Purple eyes stared right at where you and Yuta laid, narrowed and holding nothing but anger and betrayal inside.

"Fuck- Toge, it's not what it looks like!" You pulled away from Yuta, trying so hard to rise up from his cock. "Don't move." Instantly, your body slammed back down on top of Yuta, a loud moan left your lips and Yuta's at the feeling of his cock going back inside of you.

The door slammed shut, and all you heard was footsteps as Inumaki walked towards his bed. Yuta's black eyes were wide as he watched hopelessly as his best-friend walked to the edge of the bed, stopping as staring at the both of you, two people that he was supposed to trust, fucking. "I-Inumaki, I swear Y/n had nothing to do with thi-" Yuta was cut off. "Don't speak."

Purple eyes moved to stare right at your fucked-out face, slowly, Inumaki moved to the chair resting in front of his desk. He sat down, hand resting on the visible bulge under his clothes. "Fuck her." He was now staring right at Yuta, his left hand coming out to point at you as if he needed an indicator as to who you were.

You gasped as Yuta shot up, his hands wrapping around your waist and moving you off of his cock, only for a moment before he had you pinned under him on the bed, his chest flushed against yours as he slammed right back into your abused cunt. Your mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure, eyes rolling into your skull as Yuta began to pound away at your cunt.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room, moans and whines leaving your lips, and groans leaving Yuta's, as Inumaki watched his best-friend fuck you. Having someone's eyes on you in as your cunt is being rammed into over and over again was such a turn-on that you didn't even realize you liked. Not once had you ever thought about having someone watch you as you were being fucked, not with Inumaki, and certainly not with Yuta. But fuck, did you regret it. Your head slammed back as your body was used as nothing but a fuck-toy for Yuta, mouth hung open in a silent scream as your eyes interlocked with Inumaki's.

Fuck, he was touching his own cock, staring right into your eyes as you were being fucked.

"I'm close again-" Yuta's voice broke your gaze away from Inumaki, your eyes shooting up to gaze at Yuta once more. Black orbs stared right into your own e/c orbs; his face was flushed red, sweat coating his forehead as he continued slamming in and out of you.

Not once did Inumaki stop watching, he was silent as his hand stroked up and down his cock, his pre-cum helping with his motions, watching your fucked-out expression closely as Yuta fucked you so good. "Cum on her," Yuta's head shot up, turning to stare at Inumaki with wide eyes as his body pulled out of you against his will, his cum shot out in white ropes all over your lower stomach and your cunt, coating it in his cum.

Your mouth hung open as you panted, revelling in the feeling of Yuta's come dripping down your pussy and your stomach, Yuta was panting, gasping for air as he moved to lay down beside you. You heard footsteps once more, and before you knew it, Inumaki stood over you.

"Get on your hands and knees; ass up."

Your body moved against its will; coated in sweat and cum as you shifted onto your hands and knees; your back arched, ass up and in the air. You could feel your cunt clench around nothing and fuck, you were sure Inumaki saw.

"T-Toge I swear... I didn't mean it-" A harsh smack to your behind caught you off guard. A loud gasp left your lips; eyes widening as you turned your head to gaze over your shoulder at Inumaki, who stood behind you, lining his cock up against your opening. Your mouth fell open once again in a silent moan as he rubbed his thick cockhead against your cum-coated pussy.

His tip bumped against your clit every now and then as he continued to rub himself up and down on you; a soft moan leaving his lips at the feeling, before his free hand came down on your ass once more, slapping it roughly. Another loud gasp left your lips; your eyes half-lidded as you turned your head and stared towards Yuta, who was watching both you and Inumaki with half-lidded eyes, his hand lazily ghosting over his half-hardened cock.

Inumaki continued to rub his cock against your pussy for another minute or so before finally, he slammed himself right into you rather harshly. "Fuck, Toge!" You screamed out as he began to relentlessly slam in and out of you; his cock ramming against your g-spot over and over again as he fucked you roughly.

His hand came down on your ass multiple times, slapping it over and over again and leaving multiple red marks-- and fuck, did it hurt. You could feel tears welling up in your vision as the pain and pleasure that were overflowing your senses. Fuck, you needed to come so fucking bad.

"Toge plea-" You were cut off by another slap to your ass. "Don't speak." He groaned out as his hips slammed against your own once more. you could feel your arms giving out, forcing you to fall face-first into the bed, ass still up as Inumaki fucked you so fucking good. Almost as good as Yuta, who was still rubbing his overstimulated cock slowly at the sight of you getting used by your now possible ex-boyfriend.

You could feel Toge resting his chest against your back, his hips slamming over and over against your own in a continuous assault of your cunt. Everything felt so fucking good; your body felt like it was on fire as Inumaki continued to fuck you over and over again.

The continuous pattern that Inumaki kept up of him pounding away at your cunt slowly began to turn sloppy, indicating that he was close to his release--You felt like you were going to burst; you really needed to cum. Another loud moan left your lips, eyebrows shooting up as Inumaki's hand came out from behind you, going down and beginning to rub quick circles on your clit; your wetness dripped down onto the bedsheets as Inumaki continued to slam in and out of your cunt-- the added stimulation and Inumaki's words; "Cum" was all you needed before your back arched, body shaking as you came, hard, all over Inumaki's cock.

A loud moan left Yuta's lips as well as he came once more all over his hand, watching as Inumaki slammed one final time inside of you before he came deep inside: his warm seed mixing in with Yuta's from earlier.

A moment passed as all three of you sat there, trying to catch your breaths before Inumaki slowly pulled out, groaning as he watched both his and Yuta's seed dripping out of you.

You turned your head once more, face flushed as Yuta sat up.

"Inumaki, Im so sorr-" Inumaki held a hand up, purple orbs staring at Yuta as he reached over to his nightstand, grabbing his medicine for his throat. "I don't care." His voice was so soft as he spoke, uncapping his medicine and taking a swig of it before setting it down on his nightstand once more. He soon turned his head to look towards you, eyebrows furrowing as he watched your fucked-out expression closely.

"We'll do this again, tomorrow. I'll show you how much of a whore Y/n can be, Yuta."

[toxycodone]

The way i need kabru to teach me the anatomy of the human body by using himself as a model and he’s explaining how all the vital points are laid out but he’s struggling because my hands are dipping a little too low below his belt and squeezing his neck a bit too firmly

vital points (kabru of utaya x reader)

wc. 1.5k

cw. romantic/sexual tension, nothing explicit

No one in Kabru's party is a particularly skilled dungeon crawler. Despite all efforts it seems his party is always taken out before they can do any true exploring of the dungeon's secrets.

Therefore, being the excellent leader that he is, Kabru has decided to take it upon himself to give out combat lessons. And it's only logical he starts with you first. Mickbell has his own specialties--poison darts and all. Kabru's not sure if he'd even be interested in lessons. And even if he was, would he even pay attention? It's probably not worth the trouble. Kuro is well, Kuro. What part of that demihuman's body isn't a weapon? His sharp senses make him one of, if not the most well-equipped members of his team. It's the main reason Kabru keeps a demi-human, one partly monster, like him around. Aside from the fact he's a package deal with the half-foot. Kabru's sure Kuro could make it throigh the dungeon on his own.

Daya is the second best. Strong. Capable. A weapons expert. She can take a hit and throw it back with ease. Rin and Holm are the magic users. Combat would likely be wasted on them. Rin's frail, but she already has similar knowledge to Kabru as she grew up with the same foster mom. And Holm...likely wouldn't agree to lessons. He's maintained a commitment to do no harm to others unless absolutely necessary. Kabru's not going to try to convince him to learn his way around a weapon and how to maim unless it's completely critical.

However. That leaves you.

You're different. Not entirely useless, but not entirely skilled on the other hand. Kabru's still trying to figure you out. Quite the enigma you are to him. He's come to the conclusion you're a jack-of-all-trades type of figure. For now, at least. You don't exactly take away from the party. But you're not hindering their descent, either. It's intriguing from an anthropological standpoint, yet infuriating from his stance as leader of his party.

But again, he wonders what skills you do possess, exactly. Everyone has their specialties, be it what it may. He wonders if combat might be something he can help you succeed--no, excel--in. He'll bring out the best in you via this method, and come to learn more about you in the process. Two birds with one stone. In the back of Kabru's mind, his own desire rears its head. The desire to be close to you. He's not exactly sure why or where this desire stems from. However...it can be satiated via a combat lesson. Three birds, he muses. You pique his interest in a variety of ways.

When it first comes to combat, jumping right in is never ideal. The first means of success comes from mapping out vital points. The human anatomy is a good start. Dungeons are full of demi-human and human adversaries alike. It's important to know them for one to defend themselves, unarmed or not. And these vitals seem to remain uniform among all creatures.

Head. Neck. Abdomen. Groin.

The four major sensitive groups one should know. He's starting small for now. Too much information could be overwhelming. It wouldn't be worth to teach you so much at once that

You're in front of him now, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Not in a literal sense. A metaphorical one. Well, your eyes are bright. He's always liked them. Not that it matters. Why is he thinking of this?

Kabru shakes his head a little, trying to steady his thoughts. Back to business.

"The first lesson in defense is understanding anatomy." Kabru muses, looking through his notes. There's no real time to fetch a book at this point. Or a model. Kabru's not necessarily gifted at art either. Not that a simple drawing would do.

He can serve in its place, as an example. A physical specimen would be the most insightful. You're probably a hands on learner, he decides. It's definitely not as an excuse to have you close to him. Definitely not. Not that he's entirely against that, though.

"Starting with the head. There's plenty of areas you can exploit there," Kabru points to his eyes. You follow suit. They're such a striking blue. Hypnotic. Mesmerizing.

"Eyes are the easiest to access. They're the first thing humans notice. You can predict someone's movements by figuring out where they're looking towards. It'll likely show you where they intend to attack." Kabru leans forward absentmindedly. "They're also sensitive. Even a simple move can distract or blind an opponent. Don't be afraid to strike there. Even though Mickbell might tease you for fighting dirty. All's fair in dungeon combat."

You chuckle and agree. Kabru's pleased his attempt at humor landed. It seems to lighten the air around you two.

"Next, the neck. There's two main points here you want to recognize." Kabru takes your hand, offering a reassuring smile as he does so, then presses it to the underside of his neck. They're a little cold, you note. And almost dainty. His hands aren't particularly calloused. He must take good care of them.

He guides your index finger to the skin on the outside of his neck. His skin carries a hint of heat to it.

"This is where the external jugular is located. It's one of the most important veins in the body. It carries blood to the head and neck area. Just a simple cut can slice through it. A simple turn of the head is enough to expose it."

He moves your hand more inward, now pressing slightly into the divot close to his trachea. His chest rises slowly, then falls. There's a faint beating under the skin now. Kabru's pulse.

"The internal jugular is here. If you can land a hit here, do it. You'll have to go deep and make sure you slice clean through the skin. It can disable a foe in seconds."

You try to keep your mind on the lesson. But his skin is remarkably soft. And smooth. You're close enough now to count his stubble. Well, you would if there was any to count. How does Kabru manage to keep himself so well groomed on dungeon excursions. Maybe you could count those thick, lovely eyelashes inste--

A simple call of your name breaks your thoughts. Not only were you not paying attention, but your fingerpads dig slightly into his skin. You struggle to find an explanation for your absentmindedness, then decide to pin it on you being hyperfocused.

Kabru, ever so forgiving, decides to move on without further question. Internally, you thank him for preserving your dignity. What's left of it. You're almost certain he's caught onto the fact your no longer solely doing this for the sake of combat knowledge.

"The abdomen hosts a majority of the body's necessary organs. The lung's can be pierced easily through the ribcage." Deft fingers lead you across the expanse of his chest. You're a bit shocked. Without his armor, Kabru's a lot smaller. Being revived time and time again has left its mark on his body. There's still power to him though. His muscle isn't all gone. You can surmise your leader has quite the lithe build.

Kabru continues to go on, despite you not listening. He likes to talk about anatomy, for one. But he's also trying to hide his own amusement at your reaction to touching him. You're admiring him in your own way. Which means you may harbor similar feelings towards him that he has towards you. Interesting. He takes note of this as your hands are guided lower.

Stomach. Liver. Kidneys.

And last is the groin.

Kabru's puzzled. He didn't really consider how this would play out in his hands-on anatomy lesson. Desire clouded his mind earlier, but now that he can peek through it...the realization of the situation sets in. How should he proceed? He can tell by your reactions you're fascinated by the lesson at the least. Kabru's sure you need this lesson. The groin is probably the most effective place to punch, kick, or slice in a pinch. As inappropriate as it is, in general and a workplace sense, he still wants you to keep touching him.

His hands leave yours. He's leaving it up to you, now. Whether you choose to continue or not will tell him what he wants to know--if he's been going too far or not.

"The groin is the last area you should become familiar with. I'm sure you're aware, but it's particularly sensitive." Kabru's not sure whether to look at you or your hands. He goes for the latter when your fingers trail over his belt, threatening to move towards the linen of his pants below.

"The genital area, more specifically. No matter the sex. A swift punch, kick. Even just grasping it. You can get an advantage in combat. Either as a distraction, or...."

Your fingers keep going lower. He's sure you aren't paying attention, now far too invested in your personal lesson on anatomy. There's a slight bulge in his pants. It's stiffens when you ghost over it.

Kabru's breath stifles. He swallows his spit like it's cement.

"A-and that's the gist of it."

Kabru stutters for the first time ever, you think. Your curious hands flee his body as a result, now returning to your sides. That was...exhilirating. So simple, yet...you can tell the two of you are craving more.

"Uh," You're first to break the awkward tension. "Thank you, Kabru. For the lesson. It was very informative." A certain tone lingers on the last word. Kabru can practically see the air quotations around it. His dark skin deepens with color. For once in your span of knowing him, Kabru's eyes don't tear into you.

"Right. It's my duty as your leader, after all. Thank you for listening. We can go back to the others now."

Kabru is known for his penchant for understanding others. Almost being able to predict their next moves with ease. However, your next move is wildly unpredictable, tossing out everything he once assumed about your attitude and demeanor.

You ask when the next lesson is. You'd like to study anatomy-perhaps his anatomy, more thoroughly.

And what he also doesn't expect is his eagerness to respond. The next lesson can't come soon enough.

[colourstreakgryffin]

AS PROMISED I HAVE COME BACK WITH A REQUEST IN MIND. AND YES IT IS HUSK RELATED (≧∇≦)/

so you know how cats come to you immediately when you say 'pspspspsppspspsps'? yeah, that. but with husk (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و

look at the cute little miao miao with his popcorn ≧﹏≦

Big definitely doing this. Ommgg! That pic is so precious! Husk canonically hates his cat traits but not today, beloved! Anyway. Let’s get going and play around with Husk some more! Sorry, this is a bit short!

Husk- Pootie-Kitty

It’s so unbelievably cute… the soft purring, the fur ruffling

You respect the fact your boyfriend despises his sinner form’s domesticated cat traits and the cat anatomy he is cursed with for all of time but you can’t help yourself. You know you should stay back and you know you shouldn’t do what he dislikes…

But then again, Husk is also not as mad about being extremely cat-like at your hand as compared to any other person he knows, trying to make him behave like the feline he is

“Husky! Husky! Pspspspspspspsp~!” After a few silent painful minutes of absolutely nothing whilst walking through the empty but colourful and magnificent hallways of the Hazbin Hotel, both yours and your boyfriend’s workplace, you decide to use the classic cat call to see if Husk will come out

Himself and his ‘owner’, Alastor had a big fight over being contracted to him only a little while before and it caused Husk to hide away, out of pure utter rage and a pinch of fear over how bad the confrontation ended. Husk hasn’t come out from wherever he is for hours now. It’s already nighttime and you want to bring him to the bedroom to clock out for the night

You decided to let him have some time alone but it’s been way too long and it’s becoming concerning

He hasn’t given even a single bit of response to you, despite after you begun tinkling beer bottles, cooing out his name, offering him his favourite; snuggles if he comes out. Everything that usually has Husk approaching you at the speed of light. He isn’t for it, just making your concern for him grow even firmer

He isn’t listening… so, you’re going to have pull out the big guns!

“Hussskyy~! Pspspspspspspsssppspsps! Come here, baby”

You aren’t sure where he came from or where he was but after a few more seconds, you paused in place in the middle of quite the long hallway of this redemption building and spoke out to literally the air. Husk came padding out from around the corner in a somewhat hasty pace, his cute originally sharply-thin black pupils of his glowing golden yellow irises are now wide and rounded, his tall tip-fluffed ears drawn back like his big perked-up wings, as if curious about what you’re going to do next

Just like a normal cat, Husk’s quickly padding over to you right after hearing the ‘psspspsps’ calls, as if a lightbulb was switched on for him, in a manner he could not stop. His hearing is quite strong, even at his technically elderly human-age, and whilst he could hear your voice from his little hiding spot clear as day

He didn’t want you to see him in his most weakest, vulnerable moment, out of shame, but right after he registered those sly little calls of yours, his cat instincts kicked in and he was walking out into the hallway against his own desires. As soon as he stops before you, his conscious slyly clicks back into control and his pupils shrink to ordinary narrowed state

Even if Husk is annoyed when realising he just went full cat mode, he’s purring. You can hear the purring underneath his breath, he always purrs when you’re around and he purrs happily at seeing you again once more. His cute striped feather-tufted long tail flicking side to side across the floor, almost on the verge of wagging

All of it is physical signs of how much he adores you and how deep in love he is with you. That, even whilst he despises having been courted into acting like a cat, though your intentions aren’t to embarrass him, he is most okay with you doing it

What is that you need to discuss? Is something going on? Is there snuggles involved?

“There you are, love. Is something wrong? I haven’t seen you since 1pm. I’m worried”

[monstersandmaw]

Male 'yautja' x female reader - alien 'reverse harem' - Chapter Two

Due to Patrons' enthusiasm over on Discord and your comments on the previous chapter (thank you!), here's the second chapter! As I said on Discord, this is gonna be a mix of reader POV and 'hunter'/yautja POV. I'm not giving away our friend's name in this one, but future 'hunter' chapters will have their names in. The next chapter is reader POV again, and we meet the rest of the crew.

Also there's this:

(text is a screenshot of a Discord message: Ghosti: It’s basically just an excuse for the reader to boink different aliens (sometimes more than one at once) but I’m really enjoying writing it so far.)

So yeah, this is just a fast track to 'how many aliens can the reader boink?'

Content in this chapter: young (but still adult) horny alien POV, self-deprecating attitude and self-worth issues, non-human anatomy referenced ('slick, sheath'), and his quite severely injured state continues...

Wordcount: 2690

<- previous chapter (free for anyone to read on Patreon)

Preview:

I wake slowly and painfully, blinking up at the ceiling of my ship and wondering how I came to be there, when the last thing I really remember was scrapping with the Enemy.

A series of rattling clicks rises in my throat and my mandibles twitch in indignation. Surely one of the others hasn't come to help me? It was my First Hunt, and they were honour-bound to let me make my first kill, or let me die trying! I had actually thought I was going to die when the Enemy’s tail spike punched through my gut like that. And my shoulder.

Actually, now that I think of it, I’m surprised that I’m alive enough to be surprised at all.

Fuck. Ouch.

Oh, fuck, my guts hurt.

Nothing in training ever hurt like this. It does hurt less than it did when it first happened though, and all because…

…because the human helped me.

Fuck.

Did this even count as a successful First Hunt if… No. I killed it. I ripped its damned head right off. I feel a growl rumble up from my chest and my mandibles flare. Nasty fucker. The growling makes my stomach hurt though, so I force it to stop.

Where is the human now?

Carefully, I sit up and discover that the healing gel has closed off the wounds and kick-started the healing process. My flesh beneath the hardened patches of gel feels itchy where my body is already knitting itself back together, and it’s so tender, but at least it’s healing. I’ve always hated feeling weak and small. Ever since I was a pup and I was made to feel less than worthy because of my runty size. Well fuck everyone who said I’d never make a Blooded Warrior. I’ve found my squad now and we hunt together. And now I’ve completed my First Hunt and killed an Enemy by myself. Even Stark tolerates me, though I can tell he still thought I wouldn't survive this hunt.

Well, I did it, so fuck him. Actually, if I know Stark, it’ll be the big guy getting fucked, not Stark himself. He’s the only one of us who never takes it. Whenever he fucks me, I always end up walking funny afterwards. Bastard. Gods, it always feels so good though…

Despite my injuries, my cock twitches deep in its sheath at the memory of getting pounded by Stark only a few days ago, and I groan. Now’s really not the time to think about being fucked. Alchemist is only a few years older than me, but no one else on our squad seems to have as high a sex drive as I do, damn it. The Old Man says it’s natural and healthy – desired even – in one my age, but I can’t help feeling a bit embarrassed that it takes quite so little to set me off. It’s not like I’m a randy adolescent in the communal barracks anymore. Gods, that was… inconvenient.

Fuck.

All the same, I’m halfway to slicking myself already at the mere memory of Stark’s aggressive snarls and the way his claws had actually punctured the skin at my hips while he drove his cock repeatedly into my dripping wet slit…

Fuck fuck fuck. Not now, you moron.

With another chittering sigh, I ignore the way my sheath is throbbing, and swing my legs off the bed before I leave a mess on the sheets. When my clawed paws hit the cold ceramic floor, I have a go at standing up. It takes me two goes, but I get myself upright eventually, and then I cast about for my helmet.

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[uplatterme]

Just a sample or two, I’m sure you’ll manage.

—sub!dottore/dom!reader, zandik!dottore, transmasc!reader (this is mostly dottore!receiving so no mention of the reader’s genitalia, but it’s still implied reader is transmasc), masochistic!dottore/sadistic!reader | imagined knifeplay (cuts), overstimulation, crying, degradation, slight dumbification, slight blood play, pain kink, unnegotiated kinks but everything is consensual (idk about safe or sane though because it’s dottore)

—i don’t know how to feel about this fic tbh. but it’s here. it’s okay. (edit: i reread it and its quite good)

Zandik knocks over the cup of coffee on his desk when he hears his door getting banged on. He swears that whoever is outside that door is going to get it, he’ll tear them apart into shreds and feed their body to the tigers…

With an annoyed face, Zandik opens up the door, ready to “politely” tell them to get the hell out of his face. The words are already on the tip of his tongue but he rests easy when he recognizes that it's only you, his next-door neighbor.

He quickly tries to remember if his room is a mess. Fuck, he did do laundry a while back, yeah? Does his room smell good? Is his bed fixed?

He panics, why are you even here?

He thinks all of that within three seconds.

“Zandik! I hope I'm not bothering you?” You stand outside his door, bearing that smile he somehow can’t say no to.

“You’re fine, come in.” He says as cool as he can, you’re the only person in your darshan that he can get along with. Hell, you’re the only person in the Akademiya he can tolerate.

“So, uhm.” You start, you’re carrying your bag so he assumes you just came from a class. 

“Yes?”

“I have a favor to ask.”

He doesn’t miss the way you seem to be dancing around the topic. It’s not as if he cares what that favor is, if you ask him to kill a person for you then he’d do it, no questions asked.

“Spit it out then.”

You sigh, sitting down on his bed.

“You know I'm a scholar of Amurta.”

“Of course, you never fail to not bring it up every time I ask you about the subject of human anatomy.” He states, as if that wasn’t obvious already.

“I may need a…sample of sorts.”

Oh, that’s an easy fix. Were you too shy to ask for his blood? That’s strangely endearing.

“How much?” Zandik asks.

“Well, a cup? Maybe two so I don't mess up.” You quickly answer, you appear to be surprised at his immediate response.

“For blood? That seems quite a lot.” Zandik questions, it’s not that he won’t give you it, he’s just a bit confused.

“Not that…”

“What is it then?”

He hears you whisper something and Zandik swears that his ears are fucking with him.

“…Say that again?”

“Seminal Fluid?”

He's stunned for a bit. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it back once he discerns that that’s not the proper response to this situation.

“C-Can’t you do it yourself?” He asks, looking away from you.

Despite his wanting to be with you romantically, you two have never engaged in any of the sort. The most you’ve done is the slight brushing of your hands when working on an experiment.

“Zandik, you know I can't.”

He almost asks again why that is when he realizes.

“Oh.”

He blushes furiously and to your perspective, this might look strange. But when he hears you tearing up someone’s guts next door past bedtime hours, it’s hard not to imagine himself being the one who’s in your partner’s position.

In other words, he’s dreamed too much of being dicked down by you that he forgot about your case to begin with, not that it really matters to him.

And he would never admit to this, but sometimes the noises get a bit too loud for comfort that he has to take care of himself alone while he visualizes you doing that to him. 

He hears you cough, standing up and trying to walk away from this whole thing as if nothing ever happened.

“You know what, I'll leave. I’ll find someone else.” 

It is an embarrassing situation, this was not a scene that he had expected and prepared for.

“W-Wait,” He calls out, his hand grasping your wrist.

“Zandik, you don’t have to. I’ll just pay someone else to do it.” You explained to him that it really isn’t that big of a deal. “I think I came here because you’re my go-to person.” You chuckle.

Zandik really wants to cuss you out, you can’t just say that to him out of nowhere and then decide to leave right after.

He stammers out a response, “I-I’ll do it.”

“You will?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

It’s just silence for a few seconds until you decide to leave him be to do his business, telling him that you’ll just be next door and to take as much time as he needs.

And when the door slams in front of his face, is when he realizes the severity of his decision.

You’re telling him he’s supposed to jack off while knowing that you’re aware he’s doing exactly that?

Zandik unbuckles his belt, deciding that he might as well get this over with as soon as possible.

Then thirty minutes pass by.

Zandik has not filled a cup, nor is he even halfway to a climax. He tries to think of everything. Well, everything but you, imagining things that would turn him on that aren't you or fantasies that involve you. 

He somehow finds this task to be difficult.

His cock is sitting on his leg half-hard, he’s racking his brain to find something that will make this easier and he soon realizes that every single time he’s masturbated somehow involved you in some kind of way.

He doesn’t want to believe that at all, surely not. 

Is he really that into you? 

He reminisces of each time you’ve been with him, the times when you lay an arm on his shoulder, pulling him closer to you without notice. The times when you whisper directly into his ear in the library that sends the poor man into a shock with how he feels your breathing on his neck, wanting you to lay those lips on his skin, to just mark him without care while trying not to get caught by the other students passing by your table.

Zandik whimpers just at the thought of it. He snaps out of his thoughts once he notices that he’s fully hard now, with precum even oozing out his dick. 

He plays with the white liquid, he relishes the fact that you’re able to affect him like this when you’re not even here, to begin with. He grits his teeth, warming the tip with his palm, the stickiness making Zandik slightly quiver from how messy it is. 

His control over his own thoughts and body is slowly starting to slip, his hips moving on their own as his cock longs for the warmth of his hand. He stifles back a moan, thinking about you has his mind going dumb.

He wonders if you know about these feelings of his, the way he has to excuse himself each instance your touches linger on for too long, his entire body stiffening as a pathetic noise tries to escape his throat.

“Haah…”

He wants to stay quiet, knowing that the walls are quite thin and that if he can hear you from back then, so is the opposite.

He breathes impatiently. This isn’t enough at all, he needs more.

Zandik wants to know how it would feel to have you explore his entire body, to have you see every vein and how his blood flows throughout his skin. He knows you’d grow fascinated by him, like you would with any cadaver.

His head tilts back at the thought of you slicing him open, drawing cuts with a scalpel on his thighs as he bleeds, the wounds aching as your tongue licks them oh so slowly. His cock twitches, the stroking of his length getting more and more desperate.

He grows weak as he envisions you squeezing them as you penetrate him, spreading him apart without any preparation whatsoever. He sobs at that, he needs you to put him into his place, to shame him for thinking such disgusting things. To treat him as nothing more than trash, that he’s a whore for enjoying these kinds of acts.

His left hand grips the sheets for stability, the other continuing to pump himself until he spills. His vision blurs from both the pleasure and the tears, almost forgetting about the reason why he’s doing this to begin with, too high of his lust for you.

He stumbles over, aiming for the cups you’ve given him. 

Zandik moans loudly as he finishes, not all of his fluid gets into the containers. In fact, most of it splattered all over his bed and his legs. He waits until he stops cumming, panting heavily as sweat drips off his forehead.

It’s worrying how much of a pull you have toward him.

He sits there for a few minutes, resting easy until he hears knocking on the door.

“Y-Yeah?” He calls out from his bed, too tired to stand up.

“Are you done?”

Zandik immediately rushes to the door, taking his blanket with him to cover his lower half.

He opens the door with a slight shake of his hand, openly oblivious to how he looks right now to you.

His hair is a mess, his face… 

He looks as if he’s in a daze, and he is, for the most part. There are traces of tears from his wet eyelashes, eyes staring at you as if he’s begging for you to take a bite out of him, to fuck him right then and there.

He looks so pitiful and vulnerable, an appearance that you’ve never seen of him, an appearance that he’d never show others, an appearance that he’d only show to you.

His legs are bare, the blanket doing nothing to hide the shape of his hips. There’s cum dripping down his legs and you knew you should have knocked later. But once you heard your friend sound like that, your urges got the best of you.

You’re sure glad you didn’t stop yourself.

“R-Right…You need it warm, yes?” Zandik says, embarrassed at what he’s just done and thought of while he got himself off.

“Yeah…” You answer, mind focused on his figure instead of what you initially came here for.

He hands you the containers you’ve given him, the liquid splashing. 

“Thank you, Zandik.”

“Of course, anytime…” He replies.

You could just leave, pretend as if you didn’t hear him earlier or those other times he’s fucked himself alone while moaning out your name, distracting you even if you were in bed with another.

“Hey, Zandik?”

“Hm?”

You know he’s into you, and the gods know you’d be lying if you claimed you weren’t turned on by Zandik right now.

The next few moments are a blur and Zandik is unsure how he’s ended up at a loss for words, his legs being spread apart by your hands as he’s forced to bear the shame of you seeing him already so stiffened despite just cumming a few minutes ago.

“So soaked…”

“S-Sorry…” He apologizes, trying to look away.

Zandik blushes at the fact he hasn’t trimmed there in a while.

“Cute.”

His heart beats loudly in his chest, unsure of how to process this whole thing.

He’s not complaining at all, no. He’s just surprised at how you’re being so forward with him like this, not sure whether to take this as a one-time thing or if there’s something more to your actions.

“What would you like me to do?” You question.

That’s a loaded question. What doesn’t he want you to do?

Everything, he wants to say. He wants to be greedy. He’s been waiting for something like this to happen for so long, it’d be a waste to just be shy and act like this.

Still, thinking that is easier than actually doing it.

“T-Touch me, please.”

“How? Won’t you show me how you do it, Zandik?”

He nods shyly, bringing his hand to his cock. He’s much more sensitive now than before since he’s just had his orgasm. He ponders on what lay behind those eyes of yours, staring him down intensely as he tries to focus on himself.

It doesn’t take much for him to be hard, especially with how your hands feel on his thighs. It’s shameful to see himself leaking so much already, a lot quicker than when he did this alone earlier.

His hips convulse while he strokes himself, “Aren’t you eager?” You ask him, but that just makes him whine impatiently.

This is a lot tamer than he had imagined but that doesn’t erase the satisfaction that he’s getting right now.

“I might cum…” He simply says, still keeping at the same pace.

“Are you asking for permission?”

Zandik whimpers out softly, nodding his head at your question.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

Does he? He thinks he does, but what if you don’t think the same way? A loud gasp escapes him, he can’t hold it for much longer. Tears start to form again from his ducts, a sobbing mess who just wants to please you as much as he can.

Chants of your name and pleading continue, yet it won’t seem like you’re taking that as an answer.

A  sudden pain shocks his entire body when he feels your nails digging down his thighs. Each second is a nightmare, your nails going deeper and deeper as blood drips down to his sides, staining the sheets of his bed.

God, that feels so fucking good.

“H-Hurts…” He says.

“Yeah? Maybe, If you answer my question, I’ll let you go.” You continue pressing on the newmade wounds, raising a moan out of him.

“I-I don't know…”

“Ah, but Zandik. Aren’t you the smart one?”

He sobs, he’s supposed to agree with you but doesn’t find it in his mind to do so right now. “Please—can’t hold it.”

You continue to stare at him in silence, even as Zandik loses control, apologizing repeatedly for finishing with your say.

His thighs twitch every few seconds, his eyelids getting heavier when he tries to focus on the fact that you’re still on top of him.

“My, I’m still here you know?” 

You make that perfectly clear when you shove your fingers into his gaping mouth, the taste of his own cum and blood makes him gag, yet you continue to push your fingers down his throat. He slobbers all over them, yet he takes it with no resistance. He wants you to go even deeper, to ruin his throat.

Eventually, you pull away. The sound that comes out of him is hoarse, yet he still stares at you with loving eyes.

“Want you.” Zandik begs, 

“Prove it, darling.”

[callsignangel]

the scarf - lo'ak x human! fem reader

word count: 883 requested by: @oyasumimosura (thank you for the request <3) warnings: none! fluff. a/n: if you celebrate, merry christmas!! and if not, i hope you have a relaxing and safe holiday. please enjoy this quick requested fic. no use of y/n in this fic and again, there may be some inaccuracies as i've only seen the movie once so far. reblogs and feedback about my work is deeply appreciated. <3

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science was never really your thing. sure, your parents were some of the greatest scientists on pandora - helping the na’vi during the first war, studying the botany and the culture to preserve grace’s legacy, researching the anatomy and tradition medicine of the na’vi and pandora. you did think it was cool, but you just preferred more domesticated things. for example, you love reading old human books like pride and prejudice, frankenstein or the island of dr. moreau. baking, doing puzzles, arts & crafts - more specifically, crocheting. 

jake and neytiri were like your godparents, and you were very close to them. neytiri may have been a little cautious of you because you were human, alien - you always tried your best to be warm and loving to her. you loved their children - neteyam, kiri, tuk and even spider were like your brothers and sisters. lo’ak you loved more than a brother. although you had never outright told him that. little did you know, he felt the exact same way about you.

you had always heard of christmas, but had never experienced it. pandora’s calender was very different compared to earths, but you still wanted to have a christmas with your family despite it being in the middle of rainy season in july according to the earth’s calendar. every one had agreed to participate - even neytiri, who was secretly curious about this adored earth tradition. unsure of what to find for every member of the family, you figured you could put your creative skills to good use. the forest’s trees carried this multicoloured fibre, complete with different shades of red, orange and yellow. it was soft, almost like a blanket. it was the perfect yarn.

you crocheted until it felt like your hands were on fire. in the end, you had 6 matching scarves adorned with beads, warm glowing acorns and tassels. the sully’s were thrilled, but lo’ak specifically. he had something to wear, made from the love and thoughtful consideration you carried with everything you made by hand. it would keep him warm in the bitter cold of the air when he awoke in the hallelujah mountains, when he rode his ikran in the mighty winds, or when it would pour rain in the forest. he loved it.

as the second war with the RDA progressed, it was decided that the sully’s would flee to the ocean to protect the omatikaya clan. you had begged your parents to consider going with them - it would be a new biome to study. a new culture to learn. sandy beaches and the warm sun, which wouldn’t be blocked by the tall trees. eventually they agreed, asking jake for his permission to come - which he happily agreed to. it wasn’t long before you had made it to your new home.

just like the sully’s, you were considered outcasts but more because you were human. one of the skypeople. but it was a change of scenery and your parents were having a blast with all of their newfound research. even with the heat, lo’ak never took off his scarf. it was sacred to him because it came from you. the kids of the metkayina clan - ao’nung, rotxo more specifically would always tease him about his scarf. “it’s ugly.” “did the human freak make it for you?” “oh no! you have a piece of garbage wrapped around your neck. let me help you with that.” he didn’t hesitate to defend you or what you had made for him. he had even taken and thrown a couple of hits defending you. 

learning an entirely new culture wasn’t easy, but you were glad you had lo’ak and your siblings by your side. made the process more fun. they taught you the breathing exercises you would need to swim, but you stayed away from the water as much as you could. you stayed on the island, crafting baskets and nets with other members of the metkayina clan, teaching them new patterns to help fortify their hunting and fishing tools using your crocheting skills. 

you had always loved sunsets. but you loved them more with lo’ak. he had always tried to convince you to come swim, but to no avail. as you walked with him on the beach during a quiet evening, he was finally able to convince you to come take a tour with him. “really?? you would do that for me?” “of course, anything for you. but only because you’re cute.” he almost kissed you right then and there.

he woke you up early the next morning to get you into the water before anyone else had the chance to join you. it was unlike anything you had ever seen before - the gigantic manta rays, the glowing coral, the fish, the plant life, the crabs, everything. but while you were fixated on the beautiful things the ocean had to offer, he was staring at you. 

to him, you were the most beautiful thing in that ocean. as you held a glowing, flowy fish in your hands, you turned and gave him the brightest smile. he returned it, hand resting on his scarf as he watched you. he promised himself that he would proclaim his love to you before eywa. he just had to figure out how he was going to tell you first.

[idiotmf]

I like the idea of a shy deer centaur (theyre actually called cervitaur) trying to work up the courage to confess his love for the reader

Hey, anon! Thank you so much for giving me the correct term, first of all. I was trying to find out whether there was a name for it, and my erratic Google searches didn't exactly help.

Second of all, sorry this took a few days. Work has been frying me so much (｡•́︿•̀｡)

No NSFW. However, the usual MDNI does still apply because my blog is 18+.

Melian, the white-tailed cervitaur:

(By the way, the word Vae is meant to be pronounced Vá-é; just a heads-up, it will come up a few times.)

 A small ray of sunshine peeked through the window of your weathered cottage in the vast expanse of cedar trees that you called home. The birdfolk once again announced sunrise with a song that you didn't exactly understand, but the longing and nostalgia in it seemed evident, even to a human like yourself.

Refreshed, you sat up in your makeshift bed of straw and hides, pushing your blanket aside to stand up and stretch. Distant rumbling let you know that you should perhaps be a bit quicker with your morning routine today, at least before the storm approached. It was a shame, really.

You had promised Melian that today was finally going to be the day you showed him your favorite spot by the waterfall. The cervitaur was a somewhat new addition to your friend circle, since the deerfolk were usually rather reserved in nature, especially towards things they did not understand, and as a human, you certainly counted as such.

Whether it was by accident or on purpose, one day you ended up in this forest cottage, and however hard you tried to leave these woodlands, it was seemingly impossible. One time you even tried to walk for a whole day, only to end up at the very same overgrown cabin, deciding that it would be your permanent residence, at least for the time being.

As time went on and you befriended the strangely familiar yet completely inhuman creatures of this world, your desire to leave gradually subsided. The birdfolk sang songs at you whenever you passed; the wolf-like creatures occasionally passed by your home to bring you meat and hides; the woodland fairies left you generous offerings of herbs and vegetables. Everyone seemed equally as fascinated by you as you were by them. They even admitted they had never seen a human before and believed you to be a deity sent to protect the forest they inhabited.

Initially, you tried to tell them that you were just a human, not able to protect their home from harm; however, your words fell on deaf ears. One of the tiny woodland fairies, beings made from the elements themselves, resembling more a creation of sticks and leaves than the human-like fairies you had seen in books as a child, explained that it was actually more of a spiritual protection than a physical one. While that both helped and raised more questions, in the end you decided to accept it. After all, what were you going to do about it? No one wanted to believe you were anything but a deity, and the offerings didn't stop either; rather, they increased, and you were dubbed "the humble one."

While everyone worshipped you in their own way, some were too afraid to even cross your path. Among them were the deerfolk, a race of cervitaurs, though their entire bodies were covered in fur, despite the surprisingly human-like anatomy of the upper torso and face. They left generous offerings of their shed antlers in spring, sometimes carved into charms and other knickknacks for you, all while doing their best to avoid your sight.

That was until you met Melian, the deerfolk in charge of delivering the offering last spring, only to end up being discovered by you. From him, you learned that it was a great honor to deliver said offerings, and he had worked hard to even be considered for such a position.

Melian was a bit of an oddity amongst his kin; despite being shy, just like the rest of his kind, he was quite curious, especially in regards to you. Much like all the other creatures of this forest, Melian simply, yet affectionately referred to you as 'Vae', something you had come to accept as your new name, or at least a second one.

In reality, it was more referring to your standing as the protector of this realm, a word that held significance in the ancient language of the forest dwellers; however, being held in such high regard meant that most of them didn't dare utter your name, no matter how many times you insisted.

When you finally managed to meet up with your newest friend after the storm passed, he kept his distance from you, just like he always did, trotting at least a few feet behind you.

He explained it was to make sure you were safe and to respect your standing, but you theorized that he was actually just worried that he would walk too fast next to you or that he was perhaps a little too embarrassed, since no other being had an issue with it.

“It's a bit of a walk from the cottage,” you explained to Melian as you strolled along the path between dense cedar trees, all the way down to a mossy clearing by the waterfall. Along the way, a comfortable silence settled between the two of you; the only thing you heard were the songs of the birdfolk, the gentle rustling of the trees above, and the gentle thumping of Melian's cloven hooves against the earth below. Now and then, you found yourself turning around to glance at your friend, which seemed awfully odd today. His arms, which usually hung loosely by his sides as he walked, now seemed restless, as if he didn't know where to position them anymore. It made you wonder whether it was because of his anxious nature or if something was keeping his mind occupied.

“My Vae,” the stag spoke up after another moment of silence, causing you to jolt and turn towards your large companion trotting behind you, an inquisitive look on your face. He quickly averted his cedar bark-colored eyes upon meeting yours for a moment.

“I, uhm,” he quickly adjusted his gentle, almost timid voice to sound a bit more confident, reverting back to his shy speech halfway through. “I am quite thankful for this opportunity. To, uhm, to see your favorite spot, I mean.” He lowered his gaze to meet your eyes again, his glance lingering a moment before quickly focusing on a tree next to you, barely moving his head while doing so.

“Of course, I promised, didn't I?” Flashing him a genuine smile, you continued to saunter the last stretch of your small journey, leaving him to process for a moment. Shortly after, he caught up, his hooves carrying him with ease, as he took his place behind you once more, just a few feet apart.

Upon finally reaching your destination in what you assumed to be the late afternoon according to the sun, you settled down by the shore of the lake, the waterfall in the distance making the air feel more alive with rogue droplets of water and the loud crashing noise.

“There... There is something I want to tell you.” Hearing Melian's uncharacteristically loud voice be audible over the waterfall ripped you out of your thoughts for a moment, your head tilting to the side, before you asked him to go on. His short tail flicked nervously behind him, causing a small smile to appear on your face. He had always been the cutest out of your friends, and seeing him nervous around you made your heart squeeze in your chest occasionally.

“Of course,” you answered gently when he didn't immediately react to you, stepping back into the forest alongside him to escape the noise of the cascading water for a moment, since it seemed rather important.

“I apologize if this is rather abrupt,” he began, his hands fidgeting, pulling the soft fur of his abdomen in what you assumed to be nervousness or something akin to it.

"The truth is, I... Well, I...” Melian seemed to struggle quite badly now, his head whipping around nervously, making his brown hair follow in turn. You gave him a reassuring smile, trying to be as comforting as possible without saying anything, afraid he might not manage to get the words out if you did say something, even if it was meant to be supportive.

“I... adore you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, and some sort of dam seemed to break in his mind when he kept talking, barely even taking breaths in between.

“You are kind and gentle to all of us inhabitants of this forest, and watching you be that way makes me feel complete in a way I cannot describe. It leaves me utterly breathless. Yet... yet, when those werewolves look at you in a filthy manner, I get quite upset. I do not possess you, and I never could, of course, but I cannot stop myself from hoping that–” He stopped himself, his human-like facial features morphing into pure horror when he realized what he had just said.

“My Vae, I can...” Just as he was about to begin apologizing, you wave him down with your hand, making sure he leans over towards you, before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“I thought you'd never tell me,” you grinned at him, his blushing face revealing the fact that he was quite pleased about your actions. Melian let out an almost dramatic sigh before giving you a kiss on the forehead, his short tail almost wagging like that of a happy puppy.

“So, may I assume you feel the same?” Lowering his head a little to be closer to you, he tried to suppress the small smile that threatened to spread into a big grin.

“You may.” Without another word needing to be spoken between the white-tailed deer man and yourself, his face inched closer to yours. Stopping just short of kissing you, his breath mingled with yours, causing a short second of hesitation before he finally closed the space between your lips. No matter how shy and reluctant it was at first, your heart still skipped a beat.

[theflyindutchwoman]

I'm a cop. I was standing this close to the guy. Okay? Right across from him, and I never saw him coming. But she did, though. She- Some part of her didn't feel right about this whole thing. She hesitated. And I-I pushed her right at him.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 2.11 - Day of Death

This is such a small scene, easily overshadowed in an episode that is filled with so many great moments… But I love how it provides some insight into Tim's state of mind. He's usually so good at compartmentalising his feelings and emotions to focus on the job… unless it gets too personal, like with Isabel. Or here, when they realise that Lucy has been kidnapped… The way he's growing more desperate and agitated by the minute… He's feeling powerless and working the tip line is not helping at all. If anything, it frustrates him even more. Tim, at his core, is a man of action and this is particularly evident here, where he's itching to kick something. Anything. A sentiment that is all too reminiscent of the time he punched a wall after Isabel's overdose. He manages to rein it in a bit, but barely, thanks to Angela… She's trying so hard to be present for him, to be the voice of reason, but she's also going through her own issues. She can't hide her worry though. For Lucy, of course. And for Tim… It's hard to believe that seeing him like this wouldn't trigger some memories for her, of how he used to be after Isabel's disappearance. But most of all : she knows him. She knows he called her for more than just looking for Lucy, that something is weighing on his mind and that he needs to unburden himself.

The guilt he's feeling is so palpable, so tangible when he's remembering and retelling his last moments with Lucy. The cracks in his voice… The tears in his eyes… It's eating at him. The way he's rewriting history too, feels so real and authentic : guilt can make you reinterpret facts, question every little things you've said and done, and this is what he's doing here. He didn't necessarily push her towards Caleb : his advice to go out and have a drink or two with another human being was actually sound. And Lucy wasn't particularly hesitant either : the reason she wanted to go home was because she was exhausted after the day they had, not because she was suspicious. But that doesn't stop him from feeling responsible.

The way his voice breaks a little when he admits he never saw Caleb coming… I think that's the most unforgivable part for him. That he failed her, as a cop, as her TO, and as a friend. He drilled into her the importance of 'cop eyes', that her default mode should be suspicion… Only he didn't see anything that alarmed him (besides not liking the guy and acting a bit jealous). That's why he's beating himself up so hard : in his mind, he should have seen something… he should have prevented all of this… And what hurts him even more is that he firmly believes that he overrode her instincts. The very ones he helped her hone. He spent months testing her, teaching her to trust herself and stop second-guessing herself. To be more confident. That was the whole point of her Plain Clothes Day. That's what makes it worse for him : that she valued his own opinion over hers and that led to her kidnapping. And that's why it will be so important for Lucy to set the record straight later… why he will be so touched that despite everything, his opinion is the one that matters to her the most. That she never blamed him.

And lastly, it says absolutely everything that Tim's behaviour in this episode has been paralleled later by Wesley and Angela, a married couple. Tim went feral and threatened to pull a guy inside out if he didn't give him an information that could lead to Lucy while Wesley promised to have a guy tortured if he harmed Angela… And here, Tim wanted to kick some doors, refusing to just sit there and do nothing, which is pretty much what Angela said to the Feds when Wesley was taken hostage… It was always more than 'just' guilt driving him...

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Kinktober Masterlist 2023

Day 01: Exploration - Lo'ak

A simple joke brings up interesting questions about your boyfriend's anatomy and maybe some answers for what's under his tewng.

Day 02: Warmth - Aonung

There is always work to be done in a village, and a little bit of rain will not stop me from my duties. Unless a certain Metkayina boy convinces me to go home.

Day 03: Happily Ever After - Spider

Despite meeting during parlous times, Spider and I are now happy, with us being mated together and with a little one on the way. This is our happily ever after.

Day 04: Something New - Jake/Neytiri

Life after the war has been good, although my mates have been overprotective of my human body. When the truth is, I just want to be ass up over their laps.

Day 05: Daddy's Good Girl -Jake

Alone by ourselves, Daddy said I finally get to have his cock.

Day 06: Trials - Tonowari/Ronal (Part 1)

A tawtute has never mated with an Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk before. One must go through a series of trials in order to prove themselves worthy.

Day 07: It Could Be Worse - Spider

Spider and Lo'ak got themselves stupidly injured again, and while Lo'ak is in the loving care of Mo'at. Spider is your responsibility.

Day 08: Watch Me- Aonung&Lo'ak

Aonung has always wanted you, jealous that Lo'ak got to you first. But he will take anything of you he can get, even if you don't know he's there.

Day 09: To Become One - Neteyam

Date night with Neteyam is always a dream come true, but tonight it's more than just my dream; it's our dream.

Day 10: Complete - Tonowari/Ronal (Part 2)

I'm half way finished my last trial, but already worn from the first half, the second half is looking much more daunting than before.

Day 11: Make Me - Lo'ak

Lo'ak is acting like a brat again. It seems he needs to be put in his place again.

Day 12: When the Kids Are Away - Jake

Jake and I are left alone in our marui... whatever shall we do???

Day 13: I Must Please You - Tsu'tey

Tsu'tey is a loving mate who will never let you go without, but that also means he'll take care of you no matter where you are...

Day 14: Make it Fit - Aonung

Aonung somehow learned about the 69 and is now determined to do it.

Day 15: Forever - Spider

No matter who is against us, Spider and I will become one.

Day 16: Well Fuck Me - Jake

Jake has yet to explore his new body, so I decided to lead him in it.

Day 17: Lesson Unsuccessful - Neteyam (Part 1)

Talking out of turn has consequences; arguing with your dom has more.

Day 18: Look at You - Quaritch

Just you, your husband, and a mirror.

Day 19: Under the Sea - Aonung/Rotxo

Who said work has to be boring? Now when you have two mates by your side.

Day 20: Lesson Learned - Neteyam (Part 2)

Spanking didn't work, but this seems to.

Day 21: Chivalry is Dead - Jake/Quaritch

You died years ago, only to be brought back in an avatar form. You have no memories of your mates Jake and Neytiri, let alone your kids. Waking up, you were told that Jake was killed by the leader of the Na'vi. Obviously, you believe it. Why would Quaritch lie to you?

Day 22: Our Time Alone - Lo'ak

The sea is beautiful, but leaves some unwanted affects. Thankfully a trip to a hot spring fixes everything.

Day 23: Girls Night - Neytiri&Ronal

Jake and Tonowari beg me to sleep with their wives, hoping that it will bring them together or maybe just lessen their fights.

Day 24: The Hunt - Tsu'tey

Pandora is not meant for humans. Especially when the natives hate your very existence.

Day 25: I'll Take it All - Spider

It seems my little mate broke the rules again, but I finally got the answers to why.

Day 26: Yes, Olo’eyktan - Tonowari

I have been trying to get pregnant for a while, and it seems Tonowari is determined that it will happen tonight.

Day 27:Not So Little Present - Aonung

Aonung has been interested in some "special" play. It's finally time to give it to him.

Day 28: I'll Give You the World - Lyle Wainfleet

A slow tale of how Wainfleet and I did not get together... fuck it, we tried.

Day 29: Daddy Says - Jake

Slumber party for the kids, a long time of pleasure for us.

Day 30: Teach Me, and I'll Teach You - Neteyam

A curious boyfriend and girlfriend sitting together on one bed, what do you think is going to happen?

Day 31: Doomed From the Start - Tsu’tey

Humans have no rights without a Na'vi mate; that is a fact. Yet there we are on another choosing day, whereas an omega human, I will be sold to the Na'vi.

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Pregnancy headcanon drop!

So, I know not everyone agrees with this, which is perfectly fine! But I personally just really really hate and am very uncomfortable with the canon lore for cambion pregnancy. So, I made my own lore for cambions and pregnancy. So, anything I write cambion pregnancy related, it's safe to assume that these are the headcanons I'm using for it! But I will of course explain in any posts if its necessary. Some things are taken from canon, some are 100% different.

Main things I removed canon is anything to do with angels attacking the fetus or the mother being condemned. Oh and sentient fetuses. All of it is gone.

So, here is my canon for cambions and pregnancy!

Cambions are incredibly rare. Like, less than 350 in all of the worlds have existed. This is a because of a combination of things. There are 2 main ones

The first reason is because of the difficulty to conceive a cambion. Despite demons of Lilith being created from a human (Lilith), they aren't very compatible when it comes to fertility. Whereas 2 demons can conceive easily, it would take many more tries for a human and a demon.

The second reason is because of fear. Humans and demons hardly ever even try to reproduce because no one really knows what the cambion will be capable of, or how it will effect the mother- especially if the mother is human.

In the case that someone does get pregnant, the pregnancy lasts about as long as a typical pregnancy. Just like human pregnancy, it isn't easy.

If a human is pregnant by a demon, it would be in their best interest to have the baby at a clinic or hospital in one of the demon districts. They have magic to help lessen the pain and risks of pregnancy. Of course they can't make it risk free, but much they can make it much safer and predictable.

Whether or not the baby will appear human or demon is a tossup. Ultrasounds can show in some cases, however because demons of Lilith are not born with markings/horns and have human anatomy, it is basically impossible to tell how the baby will look as it grows up.

Of course, glamour spells can help hide any inhuman features if necessary. And regardless of what features the baby has, it will still have magic. Not appearing demon doesn't actually make it human.

As the baby grows, its demon features will become more prominent, and it's magic will become stronger.

Once it reaches school age, discussions of homeschooling may be in order so ensure no humans see the child use magic- at least until they are old enough to understand it's a sacred secret.

Of course homeschool can be lonely at times, but there are other ways for the child to socialize.

Demon districts in my canon have many human world features along with demon world ones. So, I would say they have small schools- which would also teach magic. They also have parks and other things, so there are definitely ways to avoid isolating the child.

There may be a period of time where the child rapidly develops new powers, or their pre existing powers get stronger. This can happen around the time that their horns are growing/Lilith armor is developing.

I feel like knowledge on cambion illness would be hard to find because of how rare they are. I say they can develop both demon illness and human illness. Or the two can combine.

Fun fact, in my canon, Aron is the doctor that first discovers human illness in cambions! She discovers one having Chiari Malformation, the same condition she has.

Treatment and recovery may be easier to find for cambions, depending on the condition.

There's probably more but this is all I could remember for now. Hope you enjoy and if you made it this far, thank you for reading my yap sesh

[r0-boat]

Wasp College Roommate.

Non! yandere Au (shampooed Zero)

Headcannons of what life would have been like if Ze's abusive Colony didn't kick him out.

If the world he lived in wasn't a wasteland.

And he didn't have an unhealthy obsession over you.

Please enjoy this reimagined AU!

You heard about the incident in the Hybrid dorms.

About one of the students picking a fight with each other in some weird dick-measuring contest... you've heard rumors that it was about a girl they liked, though you weren't too sure on that one; all you knew is that the bull boy that was in the fight, barreled through the walls and into one of the student's rooms his face red with rage—trying to fight the fox hybrid who provoked him.

That student was now your current roommate.

A Wasp hybrid who was quiet for his species. As soon as you saw him when the manager of your dorm building opened your door, his eyes seemed to have sparkled and were trained on you.

"Zero will be staying with you until we can get his room fixed. I apologize that we have to push this on you but no other person wanted to take him." The managers that apologetically Zero seem to fidget with that statement.

Zero was not the tallest member of his species and was not the strongest or aggressive than his fellow cousins. Who were very active in the college sports teams. But despite that he still towered over most of his human peers and non wasp hybrid peers.

The hybrid was quiet, only speaking when he needed to. Or to ask you questions. Your roommate was a good listener every time you found yourself either ranting to him or answering his questions spiraling into a long story he would only lean against the wall, nodding his head and humming as you continued. It was nice that he kept his place tidy; you appreciated his willingness to listen to your angry ramblings.

In his eyes, coming from a hybrid that shows to take classes and study in human anatomy, and creature Behavioral Studies, he couldn't stop sneaking little glances at you here and there. His innate curiosity drawing him closer. Though he couldn't bring himself to talk to you it's not that he didn't want to it's just he finds it very hard to talk to people he doesn't quite know.

But one day much to his embarrassment, while he was skimming through one of his textbooks his antennas twitch solely focused on the scratches on your pencil until they ceased. That was when he turned his head to glance at you only for your eyes to meet his for Split Second.

Now you weren't stupid you knew of how often he'd look at you. He was a wasp hybrid, but he didn't seem scary, mainly having just kept doing himself or just happened to be in front of you when the frustrations of a broke college life began to overflow you. And that Split Second Glance was just enough for you to take that chance finally. For everyday casual conversation. "So... Zero, was it?" Zero whom has attention back on the book his there wasn't in his usual ponytail it was down black hair streaming down to his back from the angle you're looking at him and his less human face, it was hard to tell what he was thinking. But despite your anxieties of being the first to start a conversation his just answering relieved you slightly. "Yes?" So many questions to ask your curiosity for this silent mysterious studious hybrid stranger that was now your roommate finally peaked

"Sooo... what are you majoring in?" you ask. And he answers flipping a page in his textbook.

" human anatomy."

" well should be easy now that your roommate is a human." Your ability to crack jokes as a means to defend yourself from social threats should really be in check.

" yes, I suppose you're right... you don't mind if I study you? do you? for work, of course." The way he said that made heat rush to your cheeks. You really don't mean for this talk to be so awkward you don't know why you're acting this way. You were curious about him, and you wanted to talk to him. But now that you were you suddenly have cold feet. "I dont mind."

Zero's mood seem to have lightened a little bit as he puts a bookmark in between the pages but before standing up before you. "good, pictures are nice, but I'd rather have a better representation of where certain human organs and bones are." He rambles to himself as he steps closer until he is face to face, taking your hand and opening your palm before pressing i, gently. it was the first time he touched you like this. " apologies if this is strange, but I always found it fascinating that despite humans and hybrids being so different to, our hands are the same." Zero continued pressing his palm flat against your own. His hand was huge compared to yours, and yours, compared to his, was much softer. His eyes drifted to your face, taking in every tiny feature.

" thank you for taking me in by the way."

You are a big help on Anatomy assignments especially. You were eager to help but you hoped none of your friends walked in your dorm room to see you covered in labels and sticky notes with the names of every bone and muscle in your body. But hey, your roommate passed his test and bought you dinner after that.

You learned that Zero wasn't really into discussing his private life, especially his family colony. The first time you brought it up was when you happened to meet up with him on campus after classes. While the two of you were walking back to your dorm room, you heard voices yell out your roommate's name when you with your heads around to see more wasp hybrids about three of them—trying to get his attention, which Zero was hiding his face and walking faster, as they teased him about finally getting out of his room and getting the sunlight and if you were his new partner. "It's complicated" was all Zero responded to when you asked about his relationship with his colony. He didn't like how his cousin treated him most of the time, but sometimes they do care about their own... Weird way. They did help to get him to college with his other siblings.

The day he fell for you was when you lost it on his cousins when you saw them tear apart the paper that he was working on. You were acting on pure instincts when you smacked one of the wasp hybrids across the face; you are glad that the coach came in to reprimand you before things got really ugly. Zero never really had anyone stand up for him before. Everyone on campus was either too scared of him because of who he was or thought his hyper-fixation of the human body was strange. Zero was never one for confrontation. He was more quiet and analytical, though conniving when the situation benefited him. He just couldn't understand why you helped him. And he got his answer that night when you finally returned from your talk with the principal. He earned his response.

" don't listen to what they say. I may not know many things about you, your family, or the things you study, but I know that you're genuinely talented, extremely smart, and an amazing person. I genuinely like being around you, and seeing them treat you like that was not okay. Sorry for slapping your cousin across the face."

[she-karev]

Quarantine (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Covid Imagine)

Previous Part Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 4

Summary: Amber continues to quarantine in her hotel room and gets a surprise visit from Andrew outside the door who gives her a care package. She is bitter towards him at first but begins to soften when he tells her why he cares so much about her.

Words: 1880

April 15th, 2020

Amber Karev is in her hotel bed watching Netflix with the curtains open revealing the city life at night which to Amber is more entertaining than what she’s watching right now. She kept hearing about this Riverdale show and decided to give it a shot but she soon started to regret it. Despite how bad it is Amber can’t stop watching it while she blows her nose for the 20th time tonight.

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo

Amber groans at that sulky line from the Disney kid, “More awful than covid.” She takes a big sip of her water bottle before she hears a knock in her door, “Finally my soup. I’m coming!”

Amber stands up feeling the body aches, but the call of room service is stronger as she pulls her white cardigan around herself and grabs her mask. She coughs on the way before reaching the door and looking through the peephole to see it’s not room service to her displeasure.

Andrew DeLuca is outside her door wearing his casual clothes and black mask. He is carrying a black backpack and a white takeout bag with a dragon symbol on it. Amber inhales as much as she can and exhales to keep her anger in check. She thought this morning would be the last time she would see him for the next two weeks but as usual she knows there’s a force out there that wants her to suffer more and sent her ex to help.

“What the hell do you want?” Amber asks annoyed in a nasal voice due to her stuffy nose, “I was already checked by a nurse an hour ago and another one is gonna take my blood tomorrow.”

“I saw this morning that you were lacking in things other than a TV, clothes and oral hygiene so I thought I would get you a care package for the next 11 days.”

Amber pinches the bridge of her nose over Andrew not taking a hint. No matter how many times she tells him she doesn’t want to be with him he still tries to crawl back into her life with sweet gestures that do nothing to mend the pain he caused her.

Not seeing her reaction he continues, “I got you a couple of Harry Potters a couple of new releases and some spicy chips. I figured you needed something to spark your taste buds for a few seconds. Also, I got you that chicken soup from that Chinese joint at Weller you love so much.”

“What part of ‘get what you need and leave me alone’ do you not understand?” Amber asks with venom in her tone that catches Andrew off guard, “I am sick and I am tired and I don’t need you coming in trying to butter me up when I’m lonely hoping I’ll get desperate and let you in this room on day 14.”

Andrew tries to set the record straight, “Amber that’s not what I’m-”

“Because it has been months since I have touched another human being, but I am not desperate enough that some soup is gonna make me forget all the pain and have one gross night with you. Despite how low you think of me I respect myself enough not to whore myself out to you.”

Andrew closes his eyes in frustration, “Look can you let me-”

Amber keeps going in anger overlapping with Andrew, “So this whole concerned ex act is not gonna work on me so just take your freaking soup leave me the hell alone. It’s like you said to me the night you kicked me out I don’t want you here and I don’t need you here!”

“Will you just let me talk?!” Andrew yells back from his side catching Amber by surprise. She inhales and stays silent letting Andrew say his piece expecting him to piss her off again. Instead, his next words take her by complete surprise.

Andrew inhales from behind his mask before starting, “My nonna and two of my uncles died over the past few weeks because of covid.”

Amber is caught off guard by that fact and guilt immediately replaces her anger. She has been so angry with him and so distant she never considered that he’s suffering in silence because his home country is a hot zone for the pandemic. She never considered that she wasn’t the only one worried about her family in this scary time.

Andrew sighs in grief but continues, “I said goodbye to them over Zoom but still I wish I could have gone there and taken care of them in person. It might not have done much but at least I could feel like I did something to help instead of crying over a damn webcam. And then there’s my father, I’m scared for him, I’m mad at him but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. You and I both know he is probably ignoring the rules and not caring about the consequences without me and Carina there to help.”

Andrew clears the lump in his throat outside Amber’s door not seeing her leaning against the door listening to him. She shakes her head at herself for giving him a hard time when he has so much on his plate as it is. And hearing him telling her about his turmoil makes her feel sympathy towards him. She almost wants to open the door and hug him but knows it’s not safe for either of them.

Andrew continues, “Look I’m not here for an agenda, I’m not here because I’m hoping there’s a reward for me at the end in your bed. I’m here because I can be, and I don’t want to waste it. If your gonna keep insulting me and letting me know what an ass I am then so be it because I can’t lose you. I can’t lose you; I won’t survive and nothing you say is gonna make me stop feeling that way.”

Amber closes her eyes at that statement hearing the Andrew she fell in love with instead of the manic man who brought her down. It’s hard to believe that those two are the same person but for now she’s glad to hear the one who makes her feel loved and seen.

Andrew assumes Amber is still dismissive from his side of the door, but he continues, “I know you don't want me around but I'm not gonna stop caring about you. I might not be able to touch you or hold you but I’m here for you. No matter what you need. So, I’m gonna leave the backpack and soup out here in your door, I’m gonna keep a safe distance so I can make sure you get it because I put a lot of thought into it, and I know whatever your watching is making you want to kill yourself.”

Amber rolls her eyes at her ex knowing her so well but hears shuffling and footsteps from the other side. She looks through the peephole and sees no one there telling her Andrew is down the hall. She puts her mask on, cautiously opens the door and sees the backpack and takeout bag on the floor right outside her door.

She looks to her left to see Andrew two doors down looking at her in worry. Amber sniffles before focusing on her gifts and grabs both of them before closing the door behind her. She puts the backpack on top of the dresser drawer and unzips it.

Andrew was telling the truth as she sees her favorite Harry Potter books, Prisoner of Azkaban and Order of The Phoenix inside. There are two books as well that she is not familiar with and knows Andrew probably grabbed them from the new releases section. After pulling out the books she sees a big bag of Takis inside that she hopes she can taste.

In the small pockets she pulls out the essential needs for her condition. There are cough drops, Nyquil severe cold and flu PM, packets of lemon tea bags, travel size aloe tissues, spare masks, and ibuprofen for her headaches. The sight makes her inner doctor nod with approval.

She opens the white takeout bag next and is silently thrilled at the sight of the sealed container inside. Amber takes the lid off confirming its chicken soup to her joy. She inhales the rich aroma deeply loving the special soup so much it might make her quarantine bearable. Amber moves back to her door that is the barrier between her and Andrew.

“Are you still here?” Amber asks nasally.

“Yeah I am.” Andrew confirms from his side.

“You do realize this backpack is gonna have to be burned after this right?”

Andrew chuckles lightly, “All for a good cause. Do you need anything else? I don’t mind being your own Postmates, it probably pays more than what we make.”

“I’m okay for now thanks…and I’m sorry for what happened.”

Andrew nods, “Yeah me too. Do you need me for anything? Are you feeling worse?”

“I feel like my body has turned on me but that’s not new from this morning.” Amber tells him in a numb tone, “I’m fine it’s nothing I can’t handle, you can go if you want.”

“Okay.”

Amber sips her soup container tasting the rich liquid for a few seconds until her loss of taste kicks in to her disappointment. She has to remember to cancel room service since their soup is subpar to the one in her hand. Amber stands by the door for a few silent moments and can still feel Andrew’s presence outside.

She moves closer till she’s near face against the dark wood, “Andrew?”

“I’m still here.”

“You can go if you want.” Amber repeats more requesting than demanding, “I’m gonna have a nurse come in the morning and I still feel better than most right now anyway.”

“I know I just…” Andrew sighs and confesses his fear through the door, “I am afraid that if I leave, and you fall asleep you’re not gonna wake up this time and this is gonna be the last time I’ll see you.”

Amber’s heart swells at this confession as she can tell he is sincere in his worries. She decides to comfort him and make it clear that she is not going anywhere.

“It won’t be.” Amber tells him from her side, “I’ll call you in the morning and let you know how I am. I promise. You should go and get some rest before you go to work, and I should enjoy this soup you got me.”

Andrew grins at that, “Okay, I’ll be back tomorrow night and check on you. Call me if you need anything I don’t care what time it is, I’ll come.”

“I know.” Amber says with a grin as she can see he’s making an effort to make these a tolerable two weeks, “Good night.”

“Good night.” Andrew says with a grin before walking away from the door to leave Amber to her quarantine hoping this is the start to them reconciling while Amber is in her room beginning to see Andrew in a way she never thought she could again.

Next Part Here

[my-quirk-is-fred]

🔞Stuck together🔞 (D. Shark x reader)

Written by @ltea2468

Goddamn D. was just insatiable, it didn’t seem to matter how you were, he just always wanted you. And it wasn’t even sexual, he just seemed to sleep and breathe you, which did wonders for your confidence. You’ve been with the Sharkman for about a year, and you recall hilariously and fondly your first real shock into how different you two were.

You had just gotten together, you were learning new things about each other. Every idiosyncrasy learned was enthralling and foreign. He marveled at how delicate and soft your skin was, you gawked at how easily he could move. He was so powerful and graceful, which were adjectives he hadn’t heard before.

“I don’t know whatcha see in me that’s so graceful, I got sharp teeth and claws.” He’d always say, a blush on his cute shark face.

“Claws and teeth that you never hurt me with. For someone who claims he’s not a teddy bear, you’re quite gentle,” you’d return like second nature.

The first time you had sex, goodness it was like drowning, but you welcomed being swallowed whole. He caged you in, his hulking stature enveloping you. You were being ravaged by a man who was just enamored with you.

Juices leaked from your holes, the lubricate from his two cocks sending you into a lustful frenzy. You did your best to ride him for all you were worth, but with his strong hands around your waist guiding you, you didn’t have to do much work.

“I never want to stop, ever… ever.” You babbled, absolutely dick-matized.

He laughed breathlessly, his pace consistently gut-punching and hitting all the right spots. You were a shaking, whimpering mess and he found it so damn irresistible.

This human breathless and begging for more, man was that an ego-stroker in more ways than one.

Despite having came multiple times, they continued to beg for his cum inside them. He had thought about doing that very thing before and hearing and feeling it in reality sent him over the edge. He called their name and just unloaded into their sweat-dripping body; it seemed unending for a few seconds. And it didn’t stop until he was completely spent, until they were both spent.

They relaxed on him, orgasmic high not quite coming down, and everything fell into place then and there. It was then that you decided to remain by his side, no one nor nothing had ever made you feel so complete. And in a funny, fucked up way you got your wish.

You went to stand to both clean up and also get something to eat. The high had faded and now you were just sleepy and famished.

But you felt a firm pull at your pelvis and you looked down, panic now on your face. Why couldn’t you get off his cocks?!

“D? Babe?! I can’t get off!” You sniffled, already thinking about the worst case scenario.

Shaken from his stupor he looks down, confused before a seemingly intangible light-bulb went off.

“Ohhh! Lil Mama, don’t worry you’re gonna be okay, uh… I latched onto ya so… give it some hours and you’ll be able to get up.”

“Latch??? You failed to mention that it’d be stuck to you like Velcro, D!” You huff, not looking forward to being stuck. You looked up to see D on the verge of laughing, giving him a glare, he put his hands up in surrender.

“You’re the first human I’ve ever been with! I’m so used to my kinds’ anatomy that it slipped my mind, I forgot for a fleshy dime like you it can be jarrin’.”

Sighing in resignation you leaned back on him, satisfied grunting coming from you sinking back down onto his cocks. D, ever quick on the uptake, bit his lip. Fuck, they wanted more? Goddamn they were so fucking hot, if they wanted more they didn’t even need to say it. He’d make the time pass realllllll fast for em both.

Resting his hand on their waist he was about to start fucking them; he was far from finished, and he’d give them as much as they can take and then some! Your hand knocked him out of his one-track mind, you were looking back at him, eyes narrowed.

“Oh, so you think you’re gonna get some and I’m stuck to you like a damn rat on a gluetrap? Uh-uh, you’re gonna take those strong arms of yours and carry me around till I fall off.”

Now it was D’s turn to pout. Damn, so close yet so far. And wait, carry them?! The idea of him cradling them like some mother carrying their young made him burst into laughter.

You glared, but upon thinking of how funny it must look to carry you, you couldn’t help but snort in amusement.

“Well there’s these animals we have on land, they’re called kangaroos. They hold their young in a pouch, that’s basically what you’re gonna do.” You instructed him, as you felt his arms wrap around you.

Nodding, he begins the odd hobble to the kitchen, every jostle and shake unintentionally bouncing you. D felt the sensations but thought better to not comment plus the sharp intakes of breath and one-off curse was music to his ears.

Making it to the kitchen counter, D began to assemble a sandwich for you. No longer having his arms support you, you whined as your insides clutched onto his members. You slid a millimeter but firmly remained attached to him, the pull inside you, while not painful, was so… damn weird to you, but in a good way.

You thought about the other non-sharkmen you’ve been intimate with in the past. When the deed was done, there was seldom an instance where you were… so close.

“Hey, D?”

“Mmm?”

“You’re different from any other partner I’ve ever had, and I don’t mean in the obvious sense. I’ve never felt the way I do with you with anyone else from my past. You… just get me.” You confess, face growing warm.

The urge to protect you, and… to love you superseded his desire to plow you into next week. You were more than a good lay, and he’d be damned if whatever it is they had ended so soon.

D passed you the sandwich, and you scarfed the thing down, totally famished from earlier. D watched you eat and, finding your full cheeks adorable, he took his hand and wiped the stray lettuce off.

You sighed in content, “I hope you don’t get tired of me, cause I think my body likes you.” You joked as you motion to your body being fastened to his.

“Good, cause my body likes you too, Lil Mama~” D nearly purred, gently squashing your face.

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“Whatcha thinking about lookin’ all cute?” D asked, startling you from your reminiscing.

“When you first latched onto me. Goodness my holes were so sensitive afterwards!” D coughed, taken aback by your bluntness.

“Y-Yeah that takes me back! You lectured me afterwards, had me on a sex fast for a week!” He recalled, remembering how tortuous it was for him to not be allowed to be inside you for a whole seven days.

“Hmph, that taught you to not forget about divulging important information like that though didn’t it?”

D pouted, refusing to look you in the eyes. It made you laugh and tease the gentle giant some more.

You were so glad you stayed, a life without him was unimaginable now. He was your other half, and you never once regretted being “latched” to your shark boyfriend…

[aloeverified]

Obashinomitsu in college?

quick note — mitsuri: 19, first-year. iguro: 20, second-year. shinobu: 19, second-year.

mitsuri starts off as a culinary student. everyone always told her it what she should do; she's a great cook and she loves to eat — so why not, right?

she slowly starts to doubt herself, however. she loves baking and sharing her meals with people, but her favorite part of cooking is always when she gets to talk with people over dinner.

she begins to worry she choose the wrong major and she's going to start hating her favorite hobby, but she's too afraid to change since this is what everyone always told her she should do. her parents even mentioned that it could be a good way to help her get a husband in the future.

it's only after running the campus bake sale where she begins to rethink her options. a boy comes last minute — one from o

the university has a day where each type of student is able to show-off in hopes of getting other students to join more classes. she runs a bakesale stand where she gives out free treats that she learned to make in class.

by the end of the day, her stand is nearly empty and almost everyone else is gone — everyone but the boy who ran the booth directly across from her.

it was a biology booth. mitsuri found some of the human anatomy posters to make her a bit squeamish, but she kept glancing back whenever she noticed the boy running it to stare at her.

just as she began packing things up, he approached her. it was just them by that time, and she assumed he didn't want to get something while they're was a big line.

they end up talking. she asks if biology is his passion, where he confesses he's actually a chemistry major and was asked to run a biology booth since no one else wanted to. she finds it interesting how much he knows about different sciences, and he tells her about how he also takes social science classes.

he asks about her major, and she feels a bit embarrassed to tell him that she's not so sure she's doing the right thing — especially to someone who seems to have everything all figured out.

he asks her what she'd rather being doing instead, and when she says she isn't sure, he prompts her to talk about what she enjoys instead. she talks about her family, her friends — how she enjoys making them smile; how she always tries to help her classmates even when she's not supposed to because she knows it's better to help people than to let them struggle alone.

by the end of their conversation, it's already dark out and their booths are both packed up. he walks her to her dorm, and just as she says goodnight, he tells her that he should stop by hall #32 when she gets the chance. it isn't until the next morning that she finds it to be a psychology class, one that iguro takes.

the following day, iguro attends his second class of the day only to see a new student sitting beside where he always does. he smiles beneath his face mask and welcomes mitsuri to the class.

that same day, the professor has some medical students come in to talk about different parts of the brain. the main speaker is a short girl who looks to be closer to mitsuri's age despite being in iguro's grade. she's incredibly intelligent and mitsuri blushed when the girl watched while she answered a question.

after class, mitsuri approaches the girl as iguro trails closely behind. the girl introduces herself as shinobu, saying she's a second-year that started college early and is studying to become a pediatrician.

shinobu notices mitsuri's interest in her field as asks if she'd like to join her for lunch at the campus bakery — and upon noticing iguro, asks if her boyfriend would like to join as well.

iguro turns bright red, whereas mitsuri is flustered and stutters out an excuse about them just being friends. shinobu decides to keep that mental note for later.

the three go out, and they all talk about why they choose the university they attend as well as their classes. shinobu watches iguro blush as mitsuri talks about how he inspired her to change her major and how she's now on the track of becoming a therapist. they decide to make weekly brunch a regular thing for the three of them after exchanging contacts, and all go home a bit more giddy than before.

after getting to know each other, mitsuri and iguro do their best to keep shinobu from working herself to death by studying all night and signing up for as many classes and internships as possible.

mitsuri always makes sure to bring the both of them dinner if she knows they're going to be prioritizing school over their health.

iguro helps tutor mitsuri after she admits she has some insecurities about being behind the rest of her classmates, in which he tells her she's not dumb for needing help and he's proud she's responsible enough to reach out when she needs it.

shinobu always gives iguro an extra pack of disposable masks when she notices they're a bit low in his dorm room. she also tells him to make sure he's taking his vitamins and gets mitsuri to get on his ass about it too if he doesn't listen.

their following year, the choose to get an apartment together rather than staying in the dorms. mitsuri was also too shy to change in front of her roommate and iguro hated how annoying his was (even though shinobu reminds him how his roommate literally doesn't do anything but exist) and shinobu was tired of sharing an apartment with her sister who always brought over her boyfriend — who she was horrified to find out was actually iguro's best friend besides her and mitsuri.

they becomes so domestic that whenever they have a guest over, they constantly make comments about how they all seem like a married group. everyone but them always sees failed attempts at hiding their blushes.

they get into a routine of having relax days together where they just stay at home and binge-watch whatever show they can find. it's ended more than once with all of them asleep on the couch within each other's arms... none of which move even when waking up.

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Any title ideas guys? Ch.9 - Allspark abilities p.2

Chapter Summary: An outsider's perspective to Sam displaying her Allspark abilities. These powers do play an important role in the future of this fic. I wouldn't recommend skipping these chapters. Despite everything, these one-shots are usually related points in the timeline. I do blame watching a little bit of the first Avatar and gaining inspiration from it.

The other bots only saw the femme who got along with everyone that you couldn’t help but like - in nearly all the meanings and innuendos of the word. (Her frame - stunning, anatomy (for those more into the medical sciences) - astounding especially with being a tri-former with two alt modes and the ability to warp, her personality was easy for everyone to get along with, and always returned teasing with like, her interactions with Ellie were adorable and stirred dreams all thought were left long ago as a pipe dream of a conjux and/or blessed with a sparkling(s) of their own.)

Then she pulled out the things thought to be fantastical. With…everything about her, it was far too easy to forget your initial meetings with her and the obvious Allspark energy radiating from her. But, the light show happened and no one would be able to forget how the entire battle ceased, no one was able to move while she was attractively glowing with the telltale power of the Allspark radiating from within her. The snarl shook them to their sparks. The puling of the spark forcefully outside of the Decepticons frame to just…fiddling with it. The mechs closer to Sam swore that she said something about the parasite virus. They were released from whatever hold Sam had on everyone, but still, no one moved far. Even the humans were mostly stuck there in awe and confusion. They weren’t even stuck by the large bodies blocking their pathways.

The first time she spoke was practically cooing at Optimus who followed without complaint before he too backed away. Ratchet was rooted to the spot he could get close to her. It appeared without her say so no one would be able to get close or leave. The spark never left Sam’s servos. Energon was dispensed at the usual times. Sam never looked up from playing with the spark. Hours passed with little change. The second energon dispersing happened and Ratchet put his foot down about Sam missing another take of energon. Reasoning her energy levels were greatly lowering with the power she was radiating and who knew what would happen should she crash.

Through comms, there was a poll for volunteers to get close to try and get her to have some energon. Unsurprisingly Bumblebee ended up being the one to get the short straw. Entering the serene bubble surrounding her, it looked as if Bee merely was suicidal to sit behind her. Apparently, it was the right thing to do as Sam made the first movements for hours by relaxing a bit into Bee. She still ignored the energon cube next to her. Ratchet and Optimus did relax a little bit at whatever they heard back from Bee, so it couldn’t be too bad.

A few more hours passed, and even the bots with a shorter attention span were riveted by what they could see from the light show and whatever readings they were getting from Sam. The energon cube was finally acknowledged and passed to Bee.

At least he had the good sense to not drink it. Never mind, he absolutely chugged it. It was back to watching and waiting.

No one was sure what to do when the immobile Decepticon body was touched only for some of it to morph into a small body and the blue spark to be placed into the new spark chamber created. Nor did they know what happened during the super-secret meeting where Ratchet enforced an immediate mandatory check-up.

Even more unusual was the base going on lockdown for the next week. Bots were coming into the medical centre, then coming out hours later as if they'd been through hell. Only a few bots were able to get to the medical personnel. Namely Bee, Ironhide, and Optimus. Those released from the medical tent were sequestered to one side of the island and the other was on the opposite side. They were isolated from each other.

The humans had no idea other than the discovery of a dangerous virus. They doubted this was standard procedure based purely on the exhaustion of Sam and Ratchet and the rest of the bots' anxiousness.

As another little note: I read a fic where Shockwave and the fallen uploaded the deception ranks with a slow acting virus leading them to act irrationally and increase their anger and aggression. I've loved that idea.

Also, fellow tumblr authors, HOW DO YOU ATTACH SO MANY LINKS IN ONE FIC?

[nightonion]

2002

The blonde leaves and John throws his backpack on the nearest bed, T. goes to the windows and draws the dirty curtains, looks at the parking lot through spreaded slats of the blinds.

-Nice show-John mutters under his breath, taking off his sneakers -Old pipe.

T. doesn't comment and John is not surprised. He want to say something else, something spiteful, because he is tired and irritated, but seriously he doesn't want to be spoiled brat, and secondly T. won't recognize the reason for his mood anyway. So he just takes sandwiches out of his backpack, goes to the TV, trying to set any channel. The box creaks and snows, but after a few seconds of struggling with the wires of the old antenna John manages to set the program.

Some idiotic game show is on and John doesn't know it anyway, he has no idea of ​​the rules, but he stares blankly at the screen while chewing his sandwich.

They don't have anything to put in the fridge, so neither of them even turns it on. The fuses won't go off, the whole tits show is wasted.

John shoves the last bite of sandwich in his mouth and heads for the bathroom.

The bathroom is dark and small, with only one dim light bulb, but there are no roaches or bedbugs, and it's relatively clean.

The shower stall is so small that John wonders if T. will even fit in there, let alone both of them at once. But he's too tired anyway.

He takes a quick shower. The pressure is poor, the ,,sheraton,, doesn't have anything but the cheapest bar of soap, the towels are yellowed and torn, but their mere presence is luxurious in such a place.

When he comes out, the room is empty. On his bed is a loaded shotgun and a paper with a brief note saying "shopping." John slept most of the way there and doesn't know if there are any stores in the area, especially open at this hour, but T. has apparently spotted one close enough to leave John alone in an unfamiliar place.

Since they left the safe place in Mexico, T. has been extraordinarily cautious. Almost as paranoid (if you can call it paranoid when it comes to cyborgs) as he was in the early days of their acquaintance, when they had the T-1000 on their tail. Now there is only a small risk of being recognized by the police. Which would mean life in prison for John and, well, being sliced ​​up in some underground, secret lab for T.

John is not so worried about being recognized anymore.

He is no longer a chubby kid who comes up to T.'s waist. Of course he has grown in the last five years, although he is still annoyingly short. He does not hope to be as tall as T., because Terminator is just huge, but a few inches more would be nice. Oh well...

He looks at himself in the mirror, he is rather thin, although he does not complain about lack of muscle. In his rare moments of peace he exercises, with the approval and help of T. He still shaves rather rarely, but quite regularly.

John reaches for a towel and dries his wet hair. He's kept his hairdo despite T's insistence that he should change it. He likes it this way. His hair are cool.

His muscles are still sore and he knows he should at least stretch, but he doesn't have the energy to care.

He'll work out with T. tomorrow morning.

The Terminator has detailed knowledge of human anatomy and is an invaluable help. Somewhere between that steel mill and escaping Mexico, John decided that he didn't want to be just a burden, a stupid kid needing protection, but he had to protect T. as well. The mere fact that his technology wasn't allowed in the government's reach is a separate matter, but the thought of everything they could do to him, sends shivers down his spine and brings tears to his eyes.

So John works out. He also practices hand-to-hand combat, something that started as a playful shoving match with T and has turned into regular lessons. T. doesn't know any martial arts, he doesn't need to, he could break the Titanic if he wanted to, so karate is a joke. He just annihilates everything in his sight. But he reads and memorizes moves from textbooks, analyzes John's moves, has some good pointers, and well. So far John has landed on his back more times than he would like, but oh well... losing to a T-800 is no shame.

T. is also an endless encyclopedia of knowledge about weapons and military machines. John is certain that he can pilot practically every helicopter that has ever left the factory in the world and start any tank.

Sarah Connor raised John from a young age to be a great leader. John's so-called home schooling consisted mainly of military equipment, tactics, analysis of great battles, biographies of leaders. Sarah somehow put little emphasis on fractions, frog anatomy and the place of arthropods in taxonomy. John thought that all kids learned to fly helicopters and shoot bazookas. But none of his mother's subsequent buddies or herself could compare to the compendium of information that was T. Although in other areas his knowledge was very limited and superficial.

John, wandering around shady places as a little boy, knowing veterans, smugglers and arms dealers from the youngest years, so he had a comparison.

At the age of 8, John tragically collided with reality. His mother was sent to a psychiatric hospital, he to a care and education center and then to a foster family, and everything he believed in, and knew about himself and the world, turned out to be a sick vision of a crazy mother.

"Sorry Kid, your mom is a psycho,"

John had to go to public school, where he coped quite well, considering the circumstances. Although he was one of those children who were called "difficult and maladjusted," the teachers did not like him. Kids did. He was loudmouthed, rebellious and undisciplined. The fact that he was at odds with the law, had a record for petty theft and showed no signs of resocialization did not help.

And then the T-1000 appeared, once again turning his life upside down.

There was no school now, no probation officer to supervise John's presence in class. He studied alone, taught by Sarah before they decided to split up and confuse the pursuit. T. taught him everything he knew, and the information he had was mainly about equipment, types of weapons, ways of defending himself.

One day, lying on the cracked, dry earth of the desert, holding his ribs and groaning "why so hard, you asshole?" (T. didn't apologize. It wasn't that hard at all) he thought about the future.

Nuclear winter, omnipresent sand, dust, barren land, radiation, lack of food.

-What is like there?-he asked still on the ground-In the future, i mean. Where you came from ..When You came from?- he corrects himself.

T. didn't answer for a long time, but John could see that he wasn't ignoring him, just thinking.

-I don't know-he finally answered and John looked in disbelief.

-You don't know?

-I have only the necessary files with information that I was supposed to give you and those concerning the current reality. The files from earlier have been deleted, including information about how I ended up in the resistance and with older version of you.

,,The files have been deleted,, John thought ,,...deleted along with the files from the time when T. marched in the robot army, murdering people, tearing them apart.,,

,,don't think about it Connor, don't think about it...,, he kept repeating himself ,,he's gone, gone and will never return, there's just T..,,

T. covers him with a blanket at night, sits next to him when he has nightmares, T. who fixes blocked pipes and peels carrots with his mother on the wooden porch. T. pulls him with his arm and hugs him to his muscular side, laughs at his unfunny jokes. T. who from time to time runs his finger across his forehead, pushing away sweaty hairs making John feel strage things.

T. who is learning how to be human and is doing quite well, because John loves him with all his heart in so many strange ways that he gets lost in it. John knows that T. loves him too. Although he hasn't said it yet. He sees it in small gestures, the frown on his forehead when John is sick, the way he looks at him.

John couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when the adoration for his guardian began to shift into something else. But when, during puberty and a storm of hormones, you are with someone so perfectly ideal, so deeply devoted, so different from the rest of the world, when your existence depends on this one supernatural being, for whom you are the center of the universe, then mixed emotions are not surprising.

John realizes that he is in love with T. one September evening. He sits in the open doorway of a truck, parked outside their cottage somewhere next to the border with the US, secretly smoking a cigarette. T. is talking to his mother, in his hand he has a small radio that they use to eavesdrop on police frequencies. It is broken, T. is taking it's cover off gently.

From this distance he can't hear what they are talking about, but it must be something about politics, because his mother is gesturing lively and with emotion. T., as usual, answers calmly and matter-of-factly. He has a screwdriver in his mouth.

In his walkman headphones, Bon Jovi howls that he will love someone always, and John feels it like a punch in the gut.

He loves him. But not only loves, but loves loves. He is in love. He is head over heels in love with the machine. Holy shit. He wants to cry in this damn truck because he has no idea what the hell he should do about it.

It's not about him being male. John had long ago discovered that he liked girls, but some boys too. And somehow it fit his personality, because hey, fuck the rules. But it was Terminator. A Terminator. A bloody, nearly two-meter-tall cyborg, weighing 400 pounds, with superhuman strength. So what if he was also as superhumanly handsome.

Holy shit.

Congratulations Connor, seriously you can't be normal in anything.

John was sure that yes, from now on, he will fall into the deepest abyss of misery, because how the hell his happy ending supposed to looke like.

...but oh well. Surprises, surprises.

He is torn from his reverie by the slamming of the door and T. comes in with a small shopping bag. He hands it to him and takes off his heavy combat boots. He kicks them under the bed.

John opens the bag, inside there are some bacon, salami, a cucumber, a travel pack of butter, four cans of beer and three magazines: fishing, history of aviation and a glossy magazine about bands for John.

-Oh cool! Thanks.

A nod and T. heads towards the bathroom. John opens a beer and sits on the bed with the magazine. After a while he decides to have another sandwich. He is hungry again. He is hungry all the time these days. And horny.

God. It's torture to be 17.

T. comes out of the bathroom with the Batman boxers John had given him on the occasion that he only had three pairs. He bought these for a change. Water is still dripping from his trimmed hair, running down his perfect muscles. John smiles, because if T. looked like a bad ass until now, he looks absolutely and undeniably killer with his new hairdo. It took John two weeks to convince him that shaving half of his head and the slightly sticking out hair above his forehead was something he absolutely needed. T., always skeptical, finally agreed with a quiet, "if that's how you like it." John happily grabbed the razor and did the work. T. looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, snapped the cut hairs from his bangs, then flashed John his half-smile and John thought he would go crazy and throw himself at him right on the spot. One day - John swore to himself- he would convince him to get the earring.

T. sits on the bed, leaning himself against the headboard, grabs one of the magazines, the fishing one, and pulls John onto his bare, damp chest. John leans against it, wiping his buttered fingers on the not-so-clean cover. He doesn't want to stain the pages of the magazine. He'll probably have to leave it at the motel. They don't have the space to collect stuff like that, but there's something wrong with smearing Joe Perry's face with grease.

John didn't have much knowledge of biology, but T. had explained to him how the human brain learn. New neural connections, synapses, neurotransmitters, and shit. As for how T. acquired certain typically human things, that was a mystery to both of them. Where it was stored and generated, neither of them had any idea. But T. liked John's touch, he didn't just feel it as a sensation, but as a need. And he couldn't define that need himself. Skin-to-skin contact was something pleasant and desirable to him.

T. likes also other things. And it's not just touch, showing affection, talking or laughing. T. likes... things. He has his own,,things,,. Things like: magazines, books, the history of aviation, sometimes magazines about growing plants. He likes different smells, like apples and lemons.

Unfortunately, he is completely uninterested in music and despite John's repeated attempts to introduce him to Guns n' Roses, Aerosmith or Nine Inch Nails, he does not share his enthusiasm. But he still buys him glossy magazines, with loud singers and posters inside. If John had his own room, he would cover it's walls from ceiling to floor.

T. also looks like from a poster. John could imagine it: black background, T. in his black leather jacket, flash of muscular torso from under it, a gun next to his face, dark glasses, a glimpse of red light from his left eye. A big sign in metal-like letters: TERMINATOR. Fuck. Folks would go crazy.

John reaches for a flyer lying on his nightstand. "Potato Festival." Last year's photos of carousels, candy stands, a guy dressed as a potato, this year's attraction: "The Razzorzz" - a third-league rock band grinning at the camera, bandanas on their foreheads, long hair, familiar gestures. John's never heard of them, but they look cool.

John wants to go to the Potato Festival.

John is sure T. will not agree to go to the Potato Festival.

He feels sleep take over him.

-T.?

-Hhm? - the quiet rustle of a page being turned.

-We need to turn on the fridge.