#theeere we go

[jennicatzies]

Don't think I have posted this here yet. drawn about... 2 days ago?

🤲 salad.

[strawbubbysugar]

Haven’t been able to stop thinking about an animatronic oc with these concepts:

A fluffy kitty cat animatronic with fur on their shell & a big fluffy tail named something like Senskitty, sounds a little like sensory when you say it out loud

She’s got a ton of fidget things built into her like paw pads that are squishy, fluffy tail for touching, etc

In charge of a single room in the pizzaplex designed for kids/adults that are overstimulated and need a quieter space to relax, mostly designed with autistic people in mind or people who would benefit from that sort of thing

Extraordinarily chill to the point of being super zoned out and spacey

[azmenka]

@ach1llean says ❝i can’t wait to wipe that look off your face.❞

" THAT LOOK , I FEAR , SIMPLY IS MY FACE , SER LORAS . " oh , how masterful he was at doe - eyed innocence and all it encompassed . the light tilt of the head , the faux surprise at the harsh words ; even a subtle hint of hurt and incomprehension . he could well imagine how infuriating this persona was for those not accustomed to it - and hence enjoyed it immensely .

the day the Iron Fleet had arrived on the horizon before Blackwater Bay with drums and a foreign , invading culture flooding the capital , was the day some already called the New Doom . at the helm : a young lord who had come to power aged merely fifteen , and ever since , controlled one of the grandest fleets of Westeros . unpredictable , they called him . not trustworthy . ever out for his own gain . few dared say it to his face and each time someone did , they elicitied a smile from the Iron Captain , but no protest . he loitered in his chair during council meetings , spoke his mind without a care of offending someone , and upon Tyland Lannisters protest at losing his position , had simply and kindly asked the man what he thought might happen if one threw a lion into the sea . . .

now , he smiled at Loras Tyrell . that by now so familiar smile , laced with mischief and the utter and complete audacity of a man who couldn't care less about the consequences of his actions . a lunatic ? perhaps . but most definitely a dangerous one . " I hate to say this , but you might just have to get used to it . you'll surely see it around quite regularly now . "

[mushiimune]

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THEEERE WE GO I'm much happier with this attempt I think the eyes were throwing me off. worn off pupils Sun supremacy

I also fixed his colors, I enjoy this pallette a lot 🫶 I was itching to draw Sun all day yesterday, and the urge persists. Sun and Moon fans rejoice

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[epiphemera]

akon sighs out his frustration and scruffs through his hair. it's really not the kid's fault after all. he's been around for lest than two decades and it took him much other than that to start working out people. "look, yon," he starts wearily, shoving his hands into his pockets, "i didn't mean t' bite at ya... y' jus' caugh' me off-guard." the scientist hadn't heard anyone else in this part of the lab, hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary until the artificial soul'd spoken up. maybe that's telling of his interest——fixation? obsession?——with their lieutenant. he palms restlessly at the box of cigarettes in his coat but knows better to smoke in this part of the lab (too much sensitive equipment in here). "if yer goin' 'round askin' invasive questions like tha', yer gonna ge' people that aren't gonna wanna answer them. shi' like tha' can be personal... stuff y' don't want other people t' know." like it is with him. but he's also been in yon's place, doing or saying things that people consider 'inappropriate'. he'd only learned otherwise after others, more patient than himself, had explained such things. and akon still doesn't always get it right.

— “Well, it’s not ‘people’ I’m interested in.. It’s my co-workers. Which means I cannot simply observe anyone.” He was interested in Akon’s relationships with Nemuri and Kurotsuchi-taichou. Not in the least because Yon.. Didn’t know how he fit in. Akon seemed.. More like a son to Kurotsuchi sometimes than he himself did, and yet only Nemu had gotten the title of 'daughter’. Neither he or Akon got that privilege.

Yon thought perhaps Akon and he were in the same boat.. Maybe he also didn’t like Nemuri as much..

Given Akon’s reaction, though, he must have made a misstep somewhere, so he bowed lightly. “I’m sorry if I’ve been a bother..” He does not want Akon to dislike him, he still needs to observe and learn from him.

[whoskimii]

Could you Do a Kinda detailed makeout with Gojo! 🤠

yummy i love that :3

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. basically a heavy and steamy makeout with your manzz <33 think we all need that! he knows he's fine frfr. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru had never been an insecure guy. whether it's about his looks or even you, his girlfriend. hell, he even loves showing his pretty baby off. he's always been confident.

but the way that guy looked at you in public didn't sit right with him. that fucker seemed to have a ring on his finger and he looked much older than you. ew.

your boyfriend could swear he was eye-fucking you. if it wasn't for your boyfriend at your side, he was sure that he would've done much worse than just looking at your ass. satoru wasn't having any of it.

he brought you back home and you could sense that he was pissed. like, actually pissed. but not at you, obviously. it wasn't your fault if you were so, so pretty :( he was mad at that gross bastard. and he definitely needed something to calm down. turns out that something was you.

that's why you found yourself on your boyfriend's lap, arms around his neck as his tongue explored your mouth. your pants were off. your panties were the only thing covering your wet little folds from his greedy fingers.

you whimpered softly into the kiss as you felt his bulge pressing against your core. the friction between your panties and his sweatpants was delicious, to say the least. you felt like you could come from this alone.

your hips instantly reciprocated and you began grinding against him as your pretty manicured hands tugged at his disheveled white strands. "fuck, baby," he groaned against your lips. "lemme see..." his hand made its way towards your panties. soon enough, you felt the coldness of his fingertips circling your throbbing little clit.

"aw, damn... y'so fucking wet... i barely even touched you yet..." he murmured into your ear as his middle and ring fingers began teasing your dripping entrance. "'toru... don't tease..."

he chuckled against your lips before kissing your neck, occasionally leaving love bites all over your skin. "no ? why shouldn't i ? s'fun, watching my baby get all flustered just from a lil' teasing..." he mumbled. "just... please..." you whined. "aw, you sound so pretty, angel... s'just my fingers rubbing your pretty pussy... what's it gonna be when it's gonna be my cock, huh ?" he smirked lazily. his cocky expression made you want to fuck him senseless.

"shut up..." you mumbled as he pulled down his sweatpants just enough to free his boxers. his bulge was so pretty against his boxers that just the sight of it made you lick your lips. "oh ? what was that, mhm ? what about putting that pretty tongue to work ?" you tugged on his hair and he moaned.

"baby... don't make me get noisy... we already had complaints, last time..." you hummed. "don't care." he chuckled at your feisty answer and rolled you onto your back as he climbed on top of you. "what a naughty girl..." he whispered and went back to grinding his hips into yours. the pace was tortuously slow. your eyes rolled back as he hummed. "that's it, sweet girl... give it t'me..." he breathed. "give it t'me, love..."

you felt the familiar warm bubble in your lower tummy tightening dangerously. "'toru..." you gasped softly. "i know, baby, i know... m'right here... s'alright." he ground his hips against yours one last time and you came in your panties. "theeere you go... that's it, love... such a good fucking girl..."

as you finally came down from your high, your boyfriend kissed your flushed cheek. "think y'can do that around my cock, now ?"

you definitely can.

what a mannNN <33

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[jennicatzies]

Sorry for spam booping . I have a mission

[azmenka]

totally unplotted but requested starter for @inheritsnothing

SINKING GALLEYS HAS NEVER BEEN MUCH OF A CHALLENGE , he's found . a brief , fleeting feeling of accomplishment , before one remembers that there is little to it whilst Kingfisher , monster of a ship that she is , had quite easily sliced through wood and passengers alike - the black sails with the golden kraken painted upon them billowing in the warm wind coming from the Arbor . so close to home , yet so far . and with nobody knowing that the Kraken has decided to show his colours , nobody would suspect the eldritch seabeast either . the ship had lingered for a while , ensuring the crew , along with whatever was left of the galley was on the way to the bottom of the sea . . . all but one .

that was two days ago .

two days that Otto Hightower has now spent in darkness , down in the belly of the beast , stashed away in a cell surrounded by barrels and crates and cages with poultry . without food or water , just existing - barely so .

the door to the cell opens with a creak , letting damp air in , along with the scent of wet wood , tar , iron and salt . it would do no good to let the man die before he's been brought before the queen , Maron wagers - standing in the doorway , looking down at his spoils . the kraken stitched across his chest would immediately betray the young Lord of the Iron Islands . especially to a man as clever as Hightower allegedly is . " ah . you're awake . " a nonchalant greeting , delivered with a smile , and the Lord Reaper steps into the cell . " I have been meaning to apologize for the rather - uncomfortable circumstances of this journey , but then remembered that I don't particularly care . " he holds out a waterskin , head cocked lightly to the side . " how much do you regret not having taken the Roseroad now , Lord Hand ? or should I say former Lord Hand ? "

[l13]

now i’ve seen this one video where the guy was tearing this girls puh up but the girl had her mouth shut tryna keep quiet but the guy went to pinch the girls nose so she could open her mouth to moan and shi..

now imagine THAT with Miguel… 😭😭😭

like you’re covering your mouth, trying not to moan but he pinches your nose for you to not breathe so you’re forced to open your mouth to breathe just so he can hear your noises… MY GOD PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT ???

stop yourself RIGHT NOWWWWW

"I told you not to hold your fucking moans back, didn't I?"

the way he'd chuckle right against your collarbones as if it's the funniest shit ever watching you fall apart like that

"Ah fuck, I know baby, I know it's good.. Let it out f'r me, theeere we go."

[bittersweetbeet]

We graduated!

Yes, we do be graduating today

[pfhwrittes]

Here’s a prompt for ya: Soap takes their partner to the gym at the ass crake of dawn so no one is there. His partner is doing arm curls when Soap tells them to hold that position. When they do Soap slips his shorts down really quick and starts thrusting sloppily into their arms, either the bend of their elbow or the tight space in their pit

awooo wooo woooo! anon, you've got me barking and growling at this one!

cw/tw: readers genitals are referred to as “cunt”, armpit fucking, mentions of somnophilia, muscle fetish, gym wear fetish, sex in a public space (kind of), nicknames (“hen” and “bonnie”), bodily fluids (sweat and cum), dubcon/noncon.

pairing: john “soap” mactavish x AFAB!reader

word count: 912

a/n: a little drabble from johnny’s POV this time. tagged as noncon and dubcon because this is definitely borderline but unfortunately johnny is a mutt and doesn’t particularly care. also, anon i’m so sorry for accidentally forgetting about your prompt. i didn’t mean to, i’m just easily distracted and also got weirdly in my head about this not being good enough??? not entirely sure who put me in charge of my own brain but here we are.

johnny would admit, if you were aware enough to ask, to having an ulterior motive (besides helping you get stronger like you asked) by dragging you down to the gym at 5am.

(although he was sorely tempted to roll you over and slide into your warm, wet cunt when you groaned at him sleepily. he spent a few minutes thinking about how he could get you to make more of those pretty noises before deciding that he could wait for another opportunity as he woke you up by peppering light kisses all over your face.)

for johnny it’s all worth it when he catches a glimpse at you in the mirrors opposite the benches the other gym goers usually use for chest presses. you’re stripped down to your sports bra (he’d been quick to persuade you out of the loose t-shirt you were wearing, claiming that the fabric would impede your range of motion), biting your lip in concentration as you flex your bicep to lift the dumbbell in your grip. 

steamin’ jesus. the sight of you already has him hard enough to hammer nails. 

johnny glances around the empty gym, eyeing the clock above the doors. if he’s quick he should be finished before even the earliest of risers interrupt his plans. with a final casual glance around, johnny steps away from the racks where he’s been perving loitering waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt you. 

aaaand there it is, just as you’re about to put the dumbbell down to switch to your other arm. 

johnny sidles up to you, clicking his tongue in faux-disapproval. 

“c’mon hen, you cannae be done already!”

you huff and blink as a bead of sweat makes its way down from your temple over the curve of your cheek (and johnny beats back the urge to lean down and lick it up). you slowly start to lower the dumbbell, probably to ignore him and well, that won’t do. 

johnny clicks his tongue again and pouts just a little, reaching out to lift your arm into the correct position for his plans with a solid grasp (he tries not to think about the way the muscles in your forearm flex automatically to balance the weight in your hand under his palm).

“theeere we go, bonnie. just hold it right there fer me.” johnny praises distractedly, checking the doorway and the clock a final time. he purposefully keeps his grip on your forearm and pulls his tented shorts down to his mid thigh with his spare hand. his leaking cock slaps against his stomach and he grunts as the sensitive head rubs against cotton, smearing pre-cum messily as it does. 

“wh- johnny! jesus christ, not here!” you hiss out, your head whipping around to check if anyone else is in the gym (there isn’t, johnny had done weeks of recon so that he could time this perfectly thank you very much).

“i’ll be quick, hen. don’t worry.” johnny tells you, already guiding his cock into the tight and warm space of your armpit. he groans loudly, the sound echoing around the empty space, as he revels in the sensation of thrusting in between the side of your sports bra and inner arm. 

you go to pull your now trembling arm out of johnny’s grip and he squeezes your wrist in warning, thrusting a little bit harder when you yelp. christ, you make the sweetest noises for him, you really do. 

“don’t spoil it fer me now, bonnie.” god, his voice is already hoarse - like he’s been fucking you for hours instead of less than a minute. hell’s bells if you ever figured out the power you hold over him he’d be a goner for certain. 

johnny loses himself in the slide against your body, his pre-cum and a hint of your sweat easing the way, as he holds your wrist tightly. he can’t have you pull away even for a second. 

“fuckin’ hell, you just feel so fuckin’ good.” he pants out, “been thinkin’ about this for weeks, ever since you asked me tae help ye find a gym.” 

the dumbbell slips from your fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud but johnny doesn’t care, can’t care, as his hips piston back and forth. distantly he hears you whimper over the slick, wet sounds of his cock rutting into your armpit causing him to spit pre-cum messily onto your soft skin and the damp fabric of your sports bra.

“do that again.” he demands, grinding his hips desperately, “c’mon bonnie, i’m so close.” 

“johnny -” 

whatever you’re trying to say gets drowned out by his loud moan as he comes messily. thick, wet ropes cling to your inner arm, the soft skin of your armpit, and drip lazily onto your chest. johnny grinds his softening cock into the mess on your skin, relishing in the last feeble twitch before stepping back and dropping your arm carelessly. 

with trembling fingers johnny pulls his shorts back up over his hips, hissing as the fabric rubs uncomfortably against his sticky and sensitive skin. he flicks his eyes up to the clock above the doors and grins, perfectly timed as always mactavish.

“better clean up hen, it’ll be gettin’ busy now.” 

johnny saunters away from you, whistling lazily, completely uncaring of the disgusted look you shoot at his back. 

(it’s worth it, even when you cancel your gym membership and refuse to wear anything other than long sleeved tops for weeks afterwards.)

[forgottenloverboy]

hearing “theeere we go, atta boy” while being throat fucked would fix me i think

[vulpixisananimal]

(The characters Wren and Polaris belong to @fungal--wastes and @neoncityrain respectivley)

"Neeeearly there~"

(Isabeau was waiting in front of the homestead, so you decided to try something else. And that something else was breaking into one of the rooms from outside!)

(You were standing on Ramos' shoulders to get into one of the guest rooms on the second floor. You were digging your knife under the rim of a window to cut out the small lock. The rain didn't help, but Ramos was surprisngly sturdy.)

"T-take your time! I really wouldn't want you to fall a-and hurt yourself!" (Mira says, concerned.)

"Ha! Not like that'd be an issue anyways-"

"No!!!"

"H-hey careful, Isa might hear." (Ramos comments. They're right, gotta go quick. It should just be a bit more and. . .)

"Theeere we go!" (You say, smugly opening the window and climbing in.)

"W-what should we do, Siffrin?" (Mira calls up to you. You think a bit.)

"Try not to get touched? Maybe just be a distraction?" (You shrug.)

"We'll figure something out!" (Ramos gives you a thumbs up. You nod. Now, the room.)

(Small room. Single bed. There was a heavy looking pack by one side and a few clothes spread around the floor. There was a small desk with a well worn book on it, and a few papers. The bed was sloppily made, probably by someone who wanted it to look neat but still didn't want it to be a mess. There was a spear leaning against a wall. It was surprisingly chilly.)

(Whos room was this, anyway? Single bed, so none of your familys. Jans? No it would have more stuff, they lived here right? Not that bickering pair or bonded couple, you imagine they would have had a shared room. So that left that traveler.)

(Convenient!)

(You start at the pack, you had to move fast. Looking through it, it had a few changes of clothes, some rations, and a lot of things you didn't know what they were. Although they looked like something Odile would use. Maybe she was a researcher AND a traveler? Ha! Those two would get along. Some of the clothes looked wildly different, though. Fashion too?)

(You look up at the spear. . . Yep, that sure was a spear. Looked sturdy, long, and- dulled? Huh. The tip of the spear was blunt. Maybe it was for training.)

(Okay, then what about the papers and book? You go over to the desk and take a look. The papers were newspapers, a few letters from different people, oh it's research! They were all about the King and Time Craft. Didn't Odile say one time that scholars were really interested in Time Craft showing up?)

(None of the papers had anything you didn't already know about. You open the book.)

(. . . . . . Huh.)

(Flipping through the pages, you notice a lot of things. Theres a lot of drawing of landscapes, and people, and monsters. A lot of them had notes, too. That traveler must have a vivid imagination. There were notes about all sorts of things. Reminders written by the writer. And it looked like they were writing conversatons? Hmm. . .)

(You flip a few pages and stop. There's diagrams here. Measurments. Circles and symbols you didn't exactly recognise. Advanced craft? It looked VERY advanced whatever it was. You tried reading more, but it was getting more and more complicated. Maybe if you brought it to Odile-)

(You jump as a gloved hand reached around and covers your mouth. A second grabs you neck, both were freezing cold.)

"What the hell are you doing in our room." (You hear from a voice behind you. It sounded, very, very angry.)

(Ooooooooh stars oh that's, that's not good. Okay, okay you can deal with this Siffrin. And besides, you can also just try again. You mumble into the gloved hand.)

(Your assailant huffs, and uncovers your mouth.) "Quietly, now."

(Stars, what do you say?!?) "I-I uh, I-I was just looking around."

"Cut it!" (You feel that hand on your throat tighten, a familiar feeling.) "We are not in a mood for jokes."

(You hear the door to the room open and someone run inside, before closing it again. You smell mint. There's a new voice.) "Miss Vixul I- Who?!?"

"A thief, probably." (You hear, who you assume to be, Vixul say.)

"Unlikely, that is one of the Saviors of Vaugarde." (You hear the new voice say the title dripping with sarcasm.) "Although I suppose he could be both."

"N-nope!" (You squeeze out.) "J-just wanting to make sure the inn is s-safe to sleep in!"

"Lying." (Says the new voice.) "Miss if you could deal with this, I have to tend to Polaris."

"How is he?" (Vixul asks.)

"Befuddled still. Whatever is effecting his mind, it's strong."

(Wait!!!) "H-him, too?" (You mumble out.)

(There's a pause, and then the new voice talks.) ". . . Are others being effected by it, Savior?"

(You nod, frantically.) "M-my uh, u-uh, t-traveling companion, h-he, he's not himself right now."

"Traveling companion?" (You hear Vixul say in the same tone of voice Odile would use when talking about you two.) "Big buff guy?"

(You nod.) "T-that's why I'm here. It spreads by touch, a-and, I think you were the last to, to touch him, s-so. . ."

". . ." (There's a silence, Vixul speaks up eventually.) "You've dealt with this before, haven't you?"

(You nod.) "It smells like mint, spreads through touch. It changes your memories, or controlls you, o-or just, looks through them?"

"You do not sound very confident." (The new voice comments.) "But, that seems accurate."

". . . . ." (You hear Vixul sigh.) "I'm going to let you go. You're gonna help us with this, and we'll help you back. Don't even try to fight me, got it?"

"Can do!" (You laugh a little, your heart not in it.)

(She lets you go, you rub your neck and finally turn around to see who these two were- oh, three. The third person was unconscious and on the bed. You assume that was Polaris. The curly haired one was standing next to him. Vixul, was standing a few feet away, having grabbed the spear off the wall. She was glaring at you.)

(You breathe in, and out.) "Good to meet you two~"

(The curly haired one rolls his eyes.) "My name is Wren. This idiot is Polaris." (He says, gesturing to the unconscious one.)

"Vixul." (Says the tall one. Few words, huh.)

"Siffrin." (You smile at them.) "So! What happened?"

"Nope, you first." (Vixul says, glaring at you.) "You broke into my room after all. How do you know so much about mind craft."

"R-right. ." (You lean against a wall. Stars, where to start. Well, hmm, keep it vauge?) "Well, I experienced it first hand. Few weeks ago in Jouvente someone was going around messing with things."

"Details, please." (Says Wren, glaring at you.)

(Stars.) "Well. . . The person who was messing things was also being messed with. After sorting everything out, they uh, actually joined us on trying to find out who started it."

"Really?" (Vixul looked at you with a look that screamed dissapointment.) "That doesn't sound suspicious at all."

"I know I know!! Listen it just, made sense in the moment!!" (You shake your head.) "They still know some mind craft, and if they try anything they know I'll be after em."

"Stupid. If they know mind craft they'll just change your memory so you don't." (Wren retorts.) "You can't be that idiotic, right?"

(You wince, well, he WAS right.) "I. . . Have my ways?"

"There's a way to resist mind craft?" (He tilts his head.) "Tell."

(Stars above. Great. You look between the strangers you were talking to. No way you could bring THAT up here.) ". . . It's personal."

(You see Vixul and Wren give each other a look.)

". . . Fine, alright, how do we undo it." (Vixul asks, looking tired.)

"Last time there was a sort of charm that, once broken, dispelled the Mind Craft. It looked like a star."

(There was a silence as the two of them started thinking. You were thinking, too. Who was this trio anyways? They didn't seem like just ordinary travelers. You couldn't place Vixuls accent, and Wren seemed very. . . attentive.)

"So, what about him?" (You say, asking about Polaris.)

"Oh! Right." (Vixul huffed.) "Well that guy Isabeau, he went upstairs, came downstairs, said hi to me, hi to Polaris, Polaris said he felt sick, started acting weird, and Wren put him to sleep to take him up here. I got here first and found you and you know the rest."

(You nod, following along. So Isa started spreading mind craft after he went upstairs then back? Maybe it was someone up there who spread it to him. Then- wait a second.) "Why aren't you being effected by mind craft?"

(Vixul opens her mouth, then closes it, then looks away.) ". . . It's personal."

(Personal? What would be personal that could- oh.)

(Oooohhh. . .)

(She wasn't writing a conversation in her book, she was writing to herself. She resisted the mind craft. And she did say "we" instead of "I" earlier.)

(. . . . . .)

(. . . . Somehow, this makes you feel less alone.)

". . . Any other questions?" (Wren asks.)

"N-nope! That's all!" (You smile at them.)

(He nods, and sighs.) ". . . Then you should get going. Me and Vixul will look for that charm once Polaris is safe." (It was a very clear message of 'please leave'.)

"Sounds good to me~" (You say, walking over to the door.) "Don't be strangers now! Though, might want to work on your introductions."

"Same to you." (Vixul replies. Rolling her eyes.) "Try not looking through peoples stuff."

"No promises!" (You laugh a little. And open the door out.) "And if you need m- Oh!"

(Odile was standing in the hallway outside the room looking at you.)

(You wave to her.) "Morning, Odile! I was just-"

(She raises a hand towards you. What was she-)

<MOVE>

(You feel your body move on instinct at the sudden screaming inside your head. You jump back into Vixuls room You feel some powerful craft spell in the spot you were just standing-)

<Keep moving. Dangerous.>

(What?!? WHEN did you show up-)

"Oh what now!" (Vixul says, grabbing her spear and standing up.)

"I-I don't know! One of my companions, she-" (What WAS Odile doing?!?)

<Dangerous. A seal, or craft break, or->

(What do you MEAN?!?)

"She's likely effected by mind craft." (Wren takes up a position between the door and Polaris.)

(You see Odile appear in the doorway. She's not saying anything. She's sweating, like she's trying really hard to focus on. . . Something. She holds up a palm again.)

"Move it!!" (Vixul knocks you out of the and takes whatever craft spell Odile was using. She stumbles back.) "Hrrgh-"

"Miss Vixul!"

"I-I'm fine! Hey! Lady!! What's your problem?!?"

"Odile. . ." (You mumble, what, she's, being controlled too?!?)

<No time. Find a way out.>

(But, she, there's no way, right? She's too smart for that! She would have helped so much with this! And, a-and-)

<Enough. You look around the room. Window, Wren, books, Vixul, Odile, bed->

<Odile raises up her hand again, it looks like she's trying to say something.>

"Leave us alone, please." (Wren says, annoyed. He holds up a paper sign of his own, crackling with craft. You see Odiles spell get caught mid flight by Wrens. Counterspell?)

"O-Odile! What's going on what's, w-what-" (You stumble out.)

"That's Odile?" (Vixul asks, looking between you and her.) "I think she's trying to kill you, bud."

"B-but-"

"Go, Siffrin." (Wren says, preparing another counter.) "We will be fine."

(You open your mouth to protest, but your words get stuck in your throat. B-but, but she-)

<It's time to go.>

(Null wait, I- WAIT WAIT- WE NEED TO HELP ODILE!!)

<You make a dash for the window and jump out.>

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 31st (happy halloween!)

modern!anakin x aftercare

wow, finally at the end! here’s some much needed aftercare after a month of filthy smut. if you’re a new follower who has joined me along my kinktober journey, hi! i’m so happy you’re here and i hope you stay! if you’ve been with me from the start, i appreciate you sm. i see all your requests and i can’t wait to get to them. 🎀

it always takes you a while to come back to yourself after anakin fucks you.

it’s a combination of things, the exhaustion — considering he’ll never allow you to only cum once, and will often drag it out for as long as he can. the physical exertion on your body from the different positions you’d be held in would cause you to completely black out for a while, finally able to rest your head on the pillow whilst you catch your breath, thighs violently trembling. of course, a huge defining factor of why you would drift from reality for a moment would be due to how deep in subspace ani would have you. he’s so naturally dominant as it is, so when you fuck — best believe by the end you’ll feel reduced down to a being that purely exists to receive his praise, or please him, or whatever it is that day.

you always hear him before you feel him, it’s the procedure.

“baby.” he cooes quietly, still a little breathless himself. “you did well, sweetheart. my best girl, did so good for me.. gonna hold you now, that okay?” his voice is familiar, deep, comforting — but you’re still drifting through space. you don’t know how, but you manage a nod. you always do, you can’t bare to be apart from him any longer. after sex, you’re usually at your most clingy — needing him to ground you and cater to you until you’re back to yourself again.

“theeere we go.” he scoops you into his arms, pulling your cheek to his chest. he’s clammy, and so are you — but you can hear his heart thrumming against your ear and it just helps. he’s here. you’re here. it’s all okay.

“how was that, baby? any pain? don’t have to talk, can show me if you like.” anakin rasps, peeling himself back ever so slightly. you whine urgently, worried he’s pulling away from you fully and his gaze snaps towards you, keeping a firm but gentle hand on your back. “hey? you’re alright? i’m not going anywhere, my love. just need to see you, that’s all.” he comforts, the hand on your back now rubbing in a circle.

“don’t go.” a small voice leaves you, half muffled in his chest, your fingers digging into his thick tattooed bicep and you feel him nod.

“m’not. not going anywhere til you want me to. i’m gonna ask you my questions though, that okay?” he thumbs at the back of your neck, trying his best to make you feel cradled in his clutch. you nod, permitting him.

“okay sweet girl. are you hurting anywhere?” he repeats. it always astounds you how he manages to keep his voice so calm and… in charge. you’re not making any effort to claw your way out of your submissive mindset, infact if anything you’re sinking further into that hole but that was okay. it was warm and safe there, and sometimes you needed to cling on just a little longer.

“no. you were soft.” you speak and he kisses the top of your head in silent praise for speaking.

“yeah, i was nice on you today, hm?” he hums, pulling you impossibly closer. “are you gonna let me clean you up? or do you wanna cuddle?” he tilts his head, attempting to look at you. you lean upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’ll take that as cuddle.” he huffs out a laugh at your little groan into his neck, probably leaking your shared finish out of you and onto him.

“mhm.”

“mmmhm.” he repeats, adjusting to be more comfortable until you’re fully on top of him. “there she is. did a number on you today huh?” he rests a hand behind his head, looking down at you. you don’t respond, and he doesn’t expect you to— he’ll be there to hold you as long as you need.

[daisies-4o]

Seeing a pretty girl, so small and just soft, crumble at the smallest things. grabbing her face until her lips jut out, her thighs straddling my lap and her full bust hovering over my face, calling out to me to bury my face in her cleavage. to kiss and suckle, her nails digging into my shoulders as she whimpers, hips bucking oh so adorably.

"Go on, pretty. Want me to open you up with my fingers, baby? You can take it, yes? Theeere you go. So good, baby. So pretty. Annnd here we go, just stretch a little more for me, almost there. See? Now you're full, my pretty girl."

[jack-kellys]

hiya fizz!! can I request davey + forgetting to eat for the bad things happen bingo? idk it just feels so Him yk

bonus points if there's javey involved asw (maybe with the anger born of worry trope idk)

tyy :))

hey theeere kit of course! one box per fic, though, making it harder for myself >:)

ao3 series here, and request a trope from these here!

The chillier breezes and shifting leaves of autumn came quicker than David could have planned. Not like he can plan seasons, of course, but he hadn’t had time to factor in what autumn meant to his, shall he say.. outside responsibilities.

School, for one, had picked up once September finished- assignments were piling enough and David left home that morning with Les with arithmetic still to complete. It occupied his lunch period, pencil messily scratching across the page to finish it before his next class.

And after school he’s at the circulation gate, waiting for the evening edition with a couple of the boys. Sometimes Sarah accompanies him when she can get out of the house, and especially since their folks don’t permit Les to sell anymore (much to the now ten-year-old’s chagrin), but today isn’t one of those days. It’s solely David, tapping his foot.

“He’s late,” he mutters out, not to anyone in particular.

“Who, Jack?” Racer asks, perking up. That’s true, but not what David meant.

“Wiesel,” David sighs. “Folks are expecting us on the streets in only a few minutes, right?”

“Cool it,” Racer chuckles. “Ain’t a thing. We got better things to be pissed at him about.”

“I’m not- pissed,” David frowns, shoulders bunching a little. He stops tapping his foot. Race gives him an exaggerated nod, eyes widened, and David rolls his own. Finally the gate opens and when David turns away from the window with his fifty papers in hand, Jack appears in front of him with some kind of smile on his face.

“You’re also late,” David says, and Jack only smiles wider. “You selling?”

“Ain’t I always,” Jack smirks, patting his bag- less than his usual, David thinks. “I got a request.”

David’s lips quirk, following Jack when he begins to walk them away from the circulation center. “What kind, exactly?”

“A good one, promise,” Jack replies, setting his hand on Davey’s shoulder, likely to steer him toward whatever odd adventure Jack’s planned. “It’s startin’ to get colder, you know, and Klopp can only buy so much for us. It’s up to us older fellas to pick up the slack. New socks, new gloves, extra fabric to stuff clothes with.”

That’s reasonable in terms of necessity, but not in the way that matters most. David turns his head toward Jack. “How did you get the money for that?”

Jack smiles again, wide, eyes narrowed in amusement or pride.

“Easy,” he states. “I didn’t. Now c’mon.”

For all of the legends and stories David has heard, he’s never seen Jack’s thieving skills in action. There are lots of things he’s swiped over the years, apparently, that simply hadn’t made it to his rap sheet- and most were far more impressive than food and clothing. So while David doesn’t exactly like it, he makes conversation with a shop clerk while Jack slithers into the store behind him. The bottom line is that they can’t afford it, and the kids at the lodge need it, and that has to outweigh the moral consequences of it all.

David’s normally a talkative person. Not a good talker, maybe–definitely a better one now–but he can keep going, and going. He’s leaning on the counter, having linked his english class to the price of wool going up somehow, and he feels his brain start to…slide, almost. It feels distracted, but not by anything he can tell, and his gaze falls to the counter as it does. Maybe he’s just tired, but he has to keep talking so Jack can get–

“Hey. Hey. Kid, you alright?”

David’s head snaps up with a quick inhale at the clerk’s voice, blinking a few times to sort out his vision. He’d been really intent on that counter.

“Uh, yes, yeah,” he nods quickly. “Just fine, ah- sorry, what was I talking about..?”

“You ain’t been talking for nearly a minute,” the clerk replies, “what- HEY!”

That can only mean one thing. David can hear the door open, and before it can close, he’s running outside.

“Thought you said you were good at this!” David yells, catching up to Jack. His paper bag is filled, and his shirt must be stuffed- he’s gripping his sleeves like random objects might start pooling out from them.

“I am when my partner ain’t suddenly go dead silent!” Jack retorts, glancing behind them. He picks up his pace, and painstakingly, David does the same, a pit forming in his stomach.

His expression slackens. More than a pit- something like a hurricane, swirling his insides in circles, over and over.

“Jack,” he tries, but his voice doesn’t carry this time. He’s way more out of breath than he should be. “Jack. We need to- I need to stop.”

His partner’s head swivels at that, expression incredulous. “Dave, we-”

Jack blinks, eyes widening suddenly, and he nods vigorously. Ask and David shall receive, apparently…

In a moment, Jack’s hands are on him, as if he knew David was inches from stumbling. He practically shoves David into an alley, the change in direction jostling his brain. His legs are keeping up, but his brain can’t seem to, and every time he blinks they’re an extra five feet ahead of where they only just were.

Finally, Jack stops, and so does David, breathing hard. Spots are entering his vision, and he tries to blink them away, grabbing onto a railing at the bottom of a fire escape to steady himself.

“Shit, Dee,” he hears Jack hiss, and his fingers fall away from the railing as he’s guided and then sat against the wall. In front of him are Jack’s big, blurred, midnight-dark eyes, his eyebrows creased with concern. Light dapples parts of his face from above, landing on his pink-brown cheeks. He must’ve set David under the stairs. “Davey- Davey, hey, what’s goin’ on? What happened?”

Jack pats his cheek suddenly as he speaks, jerking David back to an attention he hadn’t realized he’d left.

“I just… can’t. Run. Ri’now,” David supplies, blinking at the other.

“Yeah I got that,” Jack almost chuckles, gaze still filled with worry His hand finds David’s forehead. “Are you sick?”

David shakes his head slowly, leaning into Jack’s palm. “Had to do math, during lunch.”

This somehow confounds Jack more, eyebrows scrunching, before he nods.

“Davey,” Jack sighs. “You gotta eat during lunch, okay? Gotta do that, or you’re gonna black out mid-sprint.”

“I blacked out after,” David corrects. The corrects again- “I didn’t black out.”

Jack nods in what David assumes is mock-understanding, before the boy shifts closer, pressing a quick kiss to David’s temple. Then he leans back, sitting on his knees and watching David for a moment. He can feel himself smile slightly, and Jack mirrors it meltily, before David snorts as the other tries to quickly wipe it off his face.

“Stay there,” Jack orders, standing himself up. “I’m gonna go grab you somethin’, alright? Then we’ll head back.”

David nods, leaning his head back against the brick behind him and resting his eyes. There’s no movement in front of him.

“Stop staring and get me some food, Kelly,” he hums.

“I–” Jack huffs. There’s a pause. “On it.”