#very firey! I can feel the heat!

[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || masky (maid!reader)

tw: PLEASE READ: gun play, gun fucking? humiliation, throat fucking, public fucking, cnc if you squint but you’re really a horny freaky fuck, public use kink lowkey, hair pulling

spin off with hoodie is here

Masky knew how he liked to spend his Saturday nights.

Typically they included Hoodie and Toby, maybe a few bottles of liquor and some friendly rounds of russian roulette.

Yet on this Saturday his eyes were glazed over as he stared at you over the rim of his glass. Hoodie and Toby were no where to be seen. Instead he was accompanied by his gun, a good old fashioned bottle of whiskey, and you. You were just adorable, shuffling awkwardly in your seat in front of him. As the mansions maid your rights were very much stripped from you, as was your dignity. The vile combination landed you on a bar stool in a lousy maid outfit across the table from Masky.

Questioning why Masky wanted to spend his evening with you in particular wasn’t your job. With that being said, the curiosity lingered in the back of your mind the longer you watched you drink. “You sure you don’t drink?” Masky huffed, downing another shot. Oh you were sure alright, your eyes briefly flickering to his veiny hands. “I’m sure,” You replied modestly. You tried to remain confident, ignoring Masky’s not so subtle gaze at your breast. Curse this stereotypical ass costume. “There a particular reason why?” Masky asked. He was trying his hardest to engage in conversation with you. He noted despite your flusteredness you seemed to reciprocate the effort. “Not particularly,” You answered.

Masky poured himself another shot, eyeing you suspiciously, “It’s because I make you nervous, don’t I?”

You felt heat dash across your cheeks, your face turning bright red. “Excuse me?” You asked. Masky chuckled at your response, fighting the urge to lean across the table and pinch your cheeks. “You heard me princess. I don’t stutter,” Masky replied in a cocky tone. You narrowed your eyes, up for a decent challenge. One that wouldn’t include dusting the tippy tops of Slenderman’s bookshelves. You slid off of your chair, pulling down your mini dress as you grabbed a glass from the kitchen cabinet. Masky ensured to snag an eyeful of your plump ass as you reached upwards.

Stomping back to the table you slammed the glass down, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. Masky’s eyebrows raised as you practically threw off the top, pouring the firey liquid in your glass. “Dont pour more than you can drink sweetheart,” Masky suggested. You set the bottle aside, grabbing the glass. Sarcastically you raised it, fighting a smirk. “Cheers,” You say bitterly. You brought the glass to your lips, maintaining eye contact with the brunette as you did so. “That shit isn’t cheap. You better swallow all of it unless you want to pay me back,” He threatened. He noted your thighs subtly rubbing together under the sound of his threat. He smirked as he watched you down the whiskey, ignoring the hazardous feeling of fire spreading down your throat.

You stopped halfway to take a breath, your eyes watering. Masky’s dark gaze stared you down. “Keep going. I didn’t tell you to stop,” He said. You gulped as you brought the glass back to your lips, finishing the drink. Masky grinned at your obedience. “Thats a good girl,” He murmured. Swallowing you beamed with pride, wiping the sides of your mouth. Your stomach rumbled with fire and desire, your gaze landing back on the man across from you. “Wanna play a game?” You asked curiously, tilting your head to the side. Masky’s interest was peaked, the brunette sipping his own whiskey. “I don’t play games sweetheart, I win them,” He gloated. Your gaze fell to his veiny hands once again, the thought of them tangling themselves in your hair making your mouth water.

“You’ll be really good at this one then,” You reply, your mind rancid with utter filth. Masky noticed your hazy expression, leaning forward. “Oh really? What do I need to do?” He asked. Biting your bottom lip you slid off of your chair, crawling underneath the table. The table cloth kept you being hidden, Masky curiously glancing downwards as you crawled in between his legs. Your fingers began to fiddle with his belt, the metal clinking. “Be very very quiet,” You hummed. Masky briefly lifted his hips, allowing you to tug down his jeans and boxers enough for his cock to spring out.

The brunette felt himself growing warm as you took his cock in your hands, giving it a couple pumps before bringing it to your lips. Masky shifted in his chair, grabbing the sides as you licked the slit of his tip. “Oh I see, you’re a nasty slut aren’t you?” He huffed. You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his cock. One of his hands slithered underneath the tablecloth, his fingers raking through your hair. He tugged at the roots, shoving you further down his cock. You whined from the pain, your core throbbing as his tip brushed against the back of your throat.

Masky grunted quietly as he forced you down further, his cock now deep down your throat. You admittedly gagged around his shaft, your cheeks turning a deep red from embarrassment. You tried to pull away, his strong hand holding you in place. “I didn’t say you could move. Stay still and relax your jaw,” He ordered sternly. Blinking away the tears that had accumulated in your flooded waterline, you dropped your jaw, forcing yourself to relax under his tight grip. “Thats it. Just submit,” He grumbled, slowly pulling you off of his cock. He gave you a moment to breathe, relishing in the sound of you gasping for oxygen before he shoved you back onto his cock.

The brunette was anything but gentle, using your throat as he pleased. You felt humiliated, saliva trailing down your chin and forming a small pool on the floor below. Masky sipped his whiskey nonchalantly as he abused your throat, the pride and satisfaction practically dripping off of him. It was then you heard footsteps, every fiber in you screaming at you to stop the sinful act you were committing. Clutching Masky’s thighs as a silent plea for him to stop, he momentarily froze. Releasing your hair he grabbed his gun off of the table, your eyes widening as you met the end of it. He pressed the cold metal against your forehead, turning off the safety.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He asked, just quiet enough for only you to hear. You swallowed, nervously tucking your hair behind your ears as you reattached your mouth to his cock. Masky watched Jeff and Toby waltz into the kitchen, not even attempting to hide his smug expression. “Gentleman,” Masky said plainly. Jeff raised an eyebrow, shooting the brunette a confused expression. You gripped Masky’s thighs as you licked the underside of his cock, before running your tongue through his slit. “What’s got you all chipper?” Jeff questioned. The sound of the pale killers voice made you freeze, Masky quick to push the gun against your head. “Beautiful night isn’t it?” Masky quipped.

Toby was busy digging through the cabinets for a snack, Jeff shooting him a look. “Uh huh,” Jeff mused. He walked past Masky, walking up to Toby. “Did EJ give him new meds or something?” He whispered. Toby shrugged, pulling out a box of trix cereal. “B-beats me. I’m m-m-more interested in where the maid is,” He replied. You forced yourself lower onto Masky’s shaft, concealing your gagging sounds. “Why’s that?” Masky asked. You could feel your panties begin to soak with arousal, causing you to uncomfortably rub your thighs together. “Shes a fine little thing. Needa get her alone,” Jeff agreed. His humiliating words only turned you on more, making you suck Masky’s cock harder.

“Hoodie a-already had a t-t-turn. She’s up-p for grabs,” Toby mentioned. Masky’s eyes widened, realizing you weren’t the innocent little maid you made yourself out to be. “Really? Is that so?” He asked. Toby nodded, grabbing a handful of cereal and shoving it in his mouth. “Bringing her in as our personal whore and maid has got to be the best decision Slender’s ever made,” Jeff commented. He crossed his arms, his gaze briefly flickering down to the table cloth on the kitchen table. He tilted his head to the side, noticing it looked a bit slanted. Just as he was about to ask, Toby elbowed him. “Let’s g-g-go find her. If you don’t mind s-sharing of course,” Toby chuckled. Jeff rolled his eyes, his attention now refocusing on his moron of a friend.

“Not really. I won’t need to share if I find her first though,” Jeff snickered. Masky watched as he darted out of the kitchen, leaving Toby behind. “Y-you bitch! I call dibs!” Toby yelled, slamming his box of cereal down. He sprinted after the pale killer, not giving Masky a second glance. The moment they were gone the brunette pushed his chair back, looking down at you. “Make me cum and then i’ll consider letting you do the same,” He growled. His finger rested on the trigger, his itch to pull it only growing as you desperately sucked his cock. His other hand grabbed your hair, forcing you down further. Fuck, did he love the sound of you gagging.

He tilted his head back as he came down your throat, his seed causing you to choke. He licked his lips as he looked down at you. “Swallow it all stupid slut,” Masky barked. He watched you struggle to obey him as his cock stayed lodged in your throat, the brunette finally merciful enough to remove himself from you. You gasped for air, panting as the brunette glared down at you. “Get on the table and spread your fucking legs,” He snarled. You scrambled to listen to him, dreading the panties that were apart of your uniform being revealed. Shyly you spread your thighs once you were seated on the table, your white thong failing to conceal your wet cunt.

“As much as i’d love to fuck you, I don’t fuck community whores,” He grumbled. With his gloved hand he dragged two fingers up your folds, collecting your slick. “Such a pretty pussy though. Such a shame,” Masky mumbled to himself. You whimpered under his touch, bucking your hips since you were so desperate to get off. The brunette didn’t fail to notice this, pulling your thong to the side. He brought his gun to your cunt, rubbing it teasingly up and down your folds. He watched in awe as you grinded against it, Masky’s cock threatening to get hard all over again.

“You’re so desperate you’re willing to get off on my gun? Really? Do you know how many people i’ve killed with this thing?” Masky questioned. He watched you bite your lower lip, your gaze focused on the weapon brushing against your clit. He roughly grabbed your face with his spare hand, puckering your lips out like a fish. “But that doesn’t matter to you does it? As long as you cum you’ll be satisfied,” He huffed. You whimpered under his grasp, your small hands grabbing onto his arm. He licked his lips, eyeing yours carefully. “You wanna get off so bad? Fine,” He grunted. Abruptly he shoved the cold metal inside of you, your body tensing.

“M-Masky-” You sputtered, gripping the table. The brunette smirked as your gummy walls eagerly clamped down on the metal. “Dont act all scared. I know you like this you freaky bitch,” Masky chuckled darkly. He shoved the gun inside of you further, your cunt eager. A groan fell from your lips as it brushed against your g spot, causing Masky to smirk at the sound. “Stay still princess, wouldn’t want to pull the trigger. That might hurt,” He taunted. He began to fuck his gun into you, your groans turning into sinful moans as it abused your g spot. “But Masky, I want you,” You slurred, your eyes threatening to flutter shut from the pleasure.

Reaching forward he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you closer to him. “Dirty whores don’t get my cock,” He growled. You whimpered as the metal grew warmer from your heat, your hand slithered down to your neglected clit. “Thats it, shut up and take it,” Masky snickered. You drew fast circles around your clit, allowing him to fuck you with his gun. “So fucking pathetic,” He mumbled. He watched as your head tilted back, your body threatening to squirm as he pleased you. “Mmm, feels so good,” You whined. He continued to abuse your cunt as he pleased, your g spot repeatedly hitting the tip of his gun. You felt your orgasm growing closer, the cord inside of you tightening.

“Does it princess? Tell me how good it feels,” Masky replied. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut, your oncoming orgasm coming quickly. “So fucking good Masky. Fuckkkk,” You moaned. You felt your hips stutter as you came around Masky’s gun, your vision turning white from euphoria. Your heart was pounding against your chest, your breath shallow as you came down from your high. Slowly Masky removed his gun from your cunt, your juices coating the metal. “Clean it,” He huffed, dragging you by your hair towards the gun. Dazed, you lapped at the metal, your own juices coating your tongue. Masky watched as you wrapped your tongue around the gun, his gaze glued to you.

“Don’t get all shy now,” He said, forcing the gun further into your mouth. You met his dark gaze, forcing your jaw to go slack. Before Masky could go any further, the sound of Toby’s voice broke him from his lustful trance.

“H-holy shit!”

[princessbrunette]

i was thinking this more for rafe than jj but I feel like it could work for both...

I can't stop thinking about frat!rafe/jj forcing you to give him the notes from class everyday and then one day you tell him no unless he gives you smth 😵‍💫

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oh this is hot because you can literally never tell if he’s bullying you or flirting with you? and the way he teeters on the edge of both is sadly just too addictive for you to shut him down fully.

he leans over to you in your seminar, backwards cap, colourful polo— the works. it was sickening really, you had no idea why you were attracted to him. okay, you had some idea. he was gorgeous, facially — and tall, strong, probably packing like crazy. he wasn’t the most obscure character in your life to be interested in, just out of your usual tastes.

“hey… you got the notes? i uh, didn’t have time to study.” he gapes at you fairly innocently, gum tucked beneath his back teeth. by didn’t have time, it’s obvious he meant didn’t even attempt to study.

you say nothing, sliding your pink notebook over with no arguments. maybe it was the natural submissive in you.

“shiiiiiit,” his lip quirks up in a smirk as he eyes the neat and tidy organisation of your pages. “you’re really locked into this shit, huh?” he whispers, and your eyes flicker to the professor, hoping he didn’t notice you slacking off.

“well i know you usually need notes so… i just make it presentable so you can actually read it.” you shrug, and it only hits you how pathetic it was until it’s left your mouth. his brows jump up, eyes meeting yours again and his mouth opens, still smiling.

“really?” he asks but it’s more of a statement. “well that’s uh, that’s real sweet of you. thank you. shit, what’s your name again?”

the moments gone.

he continues his usual routine of begging notes off you after that, and you do so without any complaint. it’s starting to get on your nerves though, not quite clicking in your brain that rafe cameron is actually, annoyingly very academically gifted. he could store knowledge like it was nothing, and never flunked a test. he asked you for your notes each seminar because he didn’t know how to talk to shy girls, but he wanted to talk to you.

you lose your patience with his carelessness towards the module you’re studying, and totally ignore him for once. it was hard, and you could feel his slightly irritated confusion from beside you— following you quickly out of the class at the end of it.

“hey, wait up. did i— did i do something i thought we had a thing goin’ with the notes? can you stop and talk to me?” he emphasises, stopping in his tracks when you turn around right in front of him.

“you know it’s not that fun being used.” you accuse, more firey than you intended.

“wh— used?” he lets free an infuriating chuckle, itching his nose, a nervous tick unbeknownst to you.

“yeah. you come to the seminar each week unprepared and i have to do all of the work for the both of us for nothing in return.” you huff petulantly and unexpectedly his heart skips a beat, actually liking this riled up side to you. poor thing just wanted attention.

“well,” he scoffs wordlessly, looking around with his arms up. “i’m sorry, okay? what— here, what do you want from me? i got you.” he steps up seriously, and god— you’re clearly thinking with your pussy because without a second thought your eyes briefly drop down. not just downward, but specifically on his crotch before guiltily up to his gaze once more. he smirks, eyes widening a touch. “oh, shit? alright then.” he chuckles and you feel yourself heat up.

“w—well, well wait i—”

“n’here i am, like an idiot, thinking you’re shy.” he steps closer, lowering his voice in the now mostly empty hallway outside of your seminar hall. “you know, i— i think i can work something out for you.”

it’s not the arrangement he was expecting with a shy girl like you. he had it planned in his head, just charm you enough until he runs into you outside of class and find his way into your panties, telling you that it was okay, and that he just wanted to thank you for helpin’ him out so much.

instead, he had you knocking on his dorm door, clearly having had a long day, which occurred around two to three times a week in these occurrences — telling him that you’re stressed, and if he’s gonna use you, you really — really needed to use him.

which is how you’d end up sucking him inside you, whining and practically crying as you fuck on him like a personalised dildo, letting him work the stress out of your body with large and coarse hands. he supposed it was true what they said in all those corny college movies, the nerds really are freakier.

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[writteninlunarlight-years]

Can I request kissing headcanons for Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, and Barbatos with female s/o please?

Solomon

His kisses were always soft; from simple pecks to something more, gentleness was always there.

Solomon was a great magic user, and something about your frail, magicless human self made him see you like glass.

He was so afraid if he was rough or aggressive, he would scare you off or cause harm to you.

You had to beg for him to be more forceful, and though he complied, he always resorted to soft, sweet kisses.

He enjoyed the domestication of it, the tender touch, gentle caress, pouty rose lips.

He loved catching you off guard, too, while you were working. He would just give you a gentle kiss right on the mouth or even the corner of the mouth to tease you.

He loved watching you get embarrassed over such a simple, sweet action.

When you kiss him soft and sweet, though, he is taken aback, especially if he has always been the initiator.

You kissing him gives him a swell of pride, and he understands greatly how Lucifer managed to fall with that feeling in him.

His favorite kisses, though, are when you're lying in bed, you two cuddling, and he gently peppers your face to finally land on your soft pink lips.

Simeon

His kisses are sloppy and messy, but he is learning to be a better kisser for you.

He has only heard of and seen such salacious acts, never partaking in them till you showed up.

Because of this, he always feels bad when he watches you wipe your mouth after a kiss.

Just smile and comfort him that you don't mind and you are happy he is willing to learn with you.

As he gains more confidence, his kisses get more hungry and needy.

He will hold you until you can't breathe because he can not get enough sweetness.

If you pull away too soon or get summoned elsewhere, expect him to be waiting for your mouth to be back on his.

He is still insecure, though, based on how your first few kisses went, so if you take the lead on his insecure days, he will be elated.

You kissing him makes him so happy, and he realizes he is doing something right when it comes to you.

His favorite time to kiss you is when he gets home from an extended school day, ready to forget everything he learned so you can swarm him.

Diavolo

He is a heated kisser, not letting you up for air until he is ready to let you breathe.

From your first kiss onwards, he is possessive and dominating, making sure he not only steals your breath but breathes life into you.

He has wandering hands and mouth, so his kisses don't just stay on your lips; your cheeks, neck, and forehead all get his searing touch.

Being the prince of hell has its drawbacks. He is always so busy, so he feels the need to give you his all every time you get a spare moment.

The plus side is that when he really misses you and needs you, he can summon you and take time to be with you, even if it upsets Barbados' plans.

In his devil form, the kisses are only that much hotter as he encases you in his wings to hold you close to him.

If you initiate a firey kiss with the man, expect him to be wide-eyed and unresponsive.

He loves it when you get feisty and take his breath away; just know once you start something, you have to finish it.

His favorite time to kiss you is at school between passing periods. Watching you walk into class or meetings in a daze makes him feel something.

Barbatos

He is a passionate kisser and a devoted man for his king and prince.

He wants to show you just how devoted he is to you, even though he is still devoted to Dia.

How he kisses you lights a fire in your belly and reels your mind through time and space.

He always has one hand in your hair and the other firmly wrapped around your waist.

When he is busy with work he really dislikes leaving you alone, he wants you to know he cares, so he will kiss you extra long before he parts.

If he gets the rare day off, he is glued to your side, catching you off guard anytime you two have a moment of privacy.

He is a very private man, so even if he possessively holds you close when out on his days off, he does wait to claim your lips till no eyes are on you.

If you surprise him with a passionate kiss, he will be a goner immediately.

Taking the lead makes him feel at ease for once; he is usually the one taking control of everything for everyone.

His favorite time to kiss you is in a crowded ballroom when you, quite honestly, least expect it, but all eyes are on Dia. You bet he takes advantage of the moment so he can give you a kiss.

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Fives Thoughts

Sooooo I literally just made a post being like 'here are some fun bits from Umbara because the arc is depressing and I don't wanna talk about the sad bits' but uh... I had thoughts in the last 15 mins and now I wanna share them. 😃

And of course tagging as usual for people I'm interested to hear opinions from: @saturn-sends-hugs @inkstainedhandswithrings @the-bi-space-ace

It's been a while since I watched these story arcs back-to-back, so a lot of the character development is really showing atm. And one I find interesting is a shift in Fives between The Citadel and Umbara.

Fives has always had a bit of a firey personality, but up until this point he's been a little bit held back with that passion for the most part. And I'm gonna touch in something that @novaceleste and @spaceyjessa spoke about in their podcast (@coffeeandclones I was just listening to it the other day and they talk about some interesting points. Defo recommend you check it out. Also #JusticeForDroidbait2024) because it really is the basis for this whole point. Despite Fives being the brasher, slightly more hardheaded personality, and Echo being the more by-the-books one, it's Echo that tends to do a lot of the talking when authority is involved. When they speak to Shaak Ti, it's Echo that takes the lead, while Fives is a little more hesitant.

And when they first meet Rex and Cody, Fives automatically introduces himself as CT-27-5555, despite being very open about his displeasure of being called that throughout their training. He has this louder personality but he tends to draw into himself and panic slightly when put in front of authority.

However, he still has these more fiery moments, like during his speech in ARC Troopers. When he's put in a fight, that spark within him comes out full force. "My blood is boiling for a fight." That's what drives Fives. That's where that passion comes from. He always wanted to make ARC trooper, to prove himself and to demonstrate that fire in the fight.

And yet when we get to the Citadel, he's surprisingly nervous. Echo seems to be fairly on board with everything, he's listening intently, he's down with the plan. But Fives is rather hesitant and doesn't seem totally enthused about the whole thing. They've made ARC trooper, they're being included in a specialist mission, the things that Fives so desperately worked for. But now that they're here? He's really not comfortable with it.

And I think that Fives' passion and drive is so prominent in the heat of battle because his adrenaline is going, he's got the energy to burn and so that's when we see this fire in him. But in the quieter moments, the meetings, the in-between fights? He's nervous. Those are the moments where he can sit on it and really think about what they're up against. And what becomes really apparent is that Fives is absolutely terrified of the thing that fuels his fire. The thing he worked so hard for scares the absolute shit out of him. And for good reason.

But it's never been so much of an issue because he had Echo. Echo, who's more level headed, who feels comfortable with plans and formats and authority. He could be the comforting presence that Fives needed outside of battle, while Fives could be the spark in it. They're like fire and water. They keep each other regulated, balanced.

But then The Citadel happens.

And watching the Umbara arc, I noticed that Fives doesn't have that very noticeable fear. It's not that it's absent, it's just that it isn't so obvious all of the time. Of course, some of that is going to come with experience, he's been an ARC for longer, he's know Rex for a while so there's slightly more comfort with that level of authority, but he's definitely more consistently confident than he was before.

So my suggestion is, what if that comes as a result of losing Echo (at least in part)? He doesn't have that calming presence anymore, the one to balance his nerves. He doesn't have someone to stand firm beside him or take the bigger step for the two of them, so he's had to learn to do that himself. I think part of it is natural growth that comes with experience (to quote Rex: "experience outranks everything") but I do also think it comes with no longer having that constant other half. Fives has had to learn to balance himself.

Like I said earlier, a lot of this links back to stuff said in Nova and Jessa's podcast, so I'd recommend checking it out. But I just wanted to add my extra thoughts on it, having just watched Umbara, because it definitely stuck out to me on this rewatch.

[myloveobbsessed]

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Character: Rengoku Kyojuro x fem reader

Notes: Kyojuro survives the train arc, reader is a hashira

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The Flame Hashira survived his battle with Upper Moon Three, but with fatal injuries. Now, five months later, you stand outside his door at the Butterfly Mansion, holding a bento. Kyojuro had been in a coma for those five months, and once he woke up, you knew you wanted to visit him. However, you waited a few weeks, not wanting to overwhelm him immediately. But that wasn’t the only reason for your delay.

Kyojuro is your long-time crush and friend, you’ve never confessed your feelings to him. And when you heard about his fight, the fear that he might have died was overwhelming. The relief you felt when he woke up was immense, but so was the realization that you might never get the chance to tell him how you feel. Now, as you prepare to see him, you’re just hoping he shares the same feelings.

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Taking a deep breath, you finally muster the courage to enter. With a quiet countdown, you slowly open the door to his room, peeking inside. You see Kyojuro sitting up in bed, his bright eyes turning toward the sound of the door sliding open. His gaze lands on you, and knowing there’s no backing out now, you step inside, closing the door behind you. You stop a few inches away from him and smile up at him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“hey Kyojuro h-how are you doing?”

“Im doing well (y/n) thank you!”

Despite his condition he still had a smile on his face with his usual booming voice.

….

There's silence for a moment before you speak up again sticking out the bento towards him

“Umm I made this for you”

Kyojuro looks down at the bento his smile widening he take the bento with his free hand.

“Thank you (y/n) that is very kind of you I appreciate it!”

You watch intently as Kyojuro opens the bento, his eyes lighting up at the aroma. He picks up his chopsticks and takes a bite, complimenting you on the delicious food between mouthfuls. Your heart races as you try to summon the courage to confess your feelings, but the fear of rejection weighs heavily on your mind, keeping you silent. After a few more moments of anxious hesitation, you finally decide to speak, your lips parting as you gather your resolve.

“y-you know I'm really glad your alive Kyojuro”

Kyojuro pauses his eating, turning his attention fully to you. You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, and you squirm slightly in your spot, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Your heart races even faster as you avoid eye contact, nervously fidgeting under his gaze.

“I…have to tell you something and you don't have to feel obligated to…accept”

Kyojuro stares at you with a slight tilt of his head. but stays silent waiting patiently for you to continue.

“I….i like you Kyojuro I have for a long time now I...want to be more than friends I love you”

You take a deep breath and finish your confession, the blush on your cheeks deepening as your heart pounds in your chest. Kyojuro’s lack of immediate response only heightens your anxiety, and you begin to fidget with your fingers, the silence making you want to dig a hole and bury yourself in it. Doubts flood your mind, and you start to think you’ve made a fool of yourself, that maybe he doesn’t feel the same way. Just as you consider leaving to save yourself further embarrassment, your gaze meets his, and you notice something unexpected his cheeks are flushed, and the tips of his ears are tinged red. Your eyes widen slightly at the sight, hope flickering in your heart.

The silence is broken when the flame hashira lets out a boisterous laugh.

“We share the same feelings (y/n)”

He stares deep into your eyes the blush on his cheeks matching his firey red. A smile appears on your face when hearing his response

“w-we do?”

“Absolutely I always thought you were very beautiful, and smart”

His compliments make your smile widen, and butterflies flutter in your stomach. Your blush deepens, now matching his, and the warmth in your cheeks spreads throughout your entire body. The realization that he shares the same feelings fills you with a joy so overwhelming, you can hardly contain it. Your heart races, but this time it’s with excitement and happiness, knowing that your confession wasn’t in vain.

You couldn’t contain yourself you suddenly jump up, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug, careful to avoid his injuries. Kyojuro lets out a short gasp of surprise before hugging you back with his non-broken arm, holding you close. The warmth of his embrace makes everything feel real, and the relief and happiness wash over you like a wave. You can feel his heart beating against yours, and in that moment, nothing else matters.

“Im so glad your alive Kyojuro”

“Me too”

He softly whispers back, his breath warm against your ear as the two of you remain in each other’s arms, sharing a relieved, loving embrace. The world outside fades away as you both savor this moment, holding each other close, finally knowing that your feelings are mutual.

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[ohsweetiep1e]

Oh Darlin - James Hetfield X Reader

WARNINGS ~ ~ 16+ nsfw content ahead ~ Sub James Hetfield ~ HandJob ~ Fem Reader ~ crying ~ overstimulation ~ this is kinda cringe ~ thats all I can think of but if you think something else should be added tell me

1984 James Hetfield

It was a very cold night, perhaps that's why your boyfriend insisted on clinging to your side. His hands which were calloused from many years of playing guitar clung to your hips, as you attempted to put new sheets on the bed a considerably hard task with someone gripping your waist.

His grip only tightend when you attempted to move his hands. The action being met with a soft grunt from him. “Let me go” You exclaimed trying to pull free from his tight grip.

You felt his smile press into your neck followed by a sloppy little kiss and a whiny complaint. "You"ve been cleaning all day." James was the type of lover to constantly crave every ounce of attention and affection that you had to give.

"Unfourtantly I had to get that done before you have your party tommorow."

"And now your done so love mee." He was acting like a neglected puppy and as cute as it was putting sheets on a bed is a rough chore when someone is clutching onto you. In a quick effort to outsmart him and frankly just to be done with his antics, you let go of the soft grey sheet corner. Turning to face your long haired boyfriend you flipped the both of you around and pushed him down gently on the bed.

Kissing him abruptly hard and fast, the kind of kiss that was sure to make him want for more. He always wanted more of you that was something that was made clear from the first time you'd kissed him. His hands tangled in your hair and shoved you impossibly closer.

At this point your thighs were gently draped over his, chests touching. Every kiss held more passion and firey desire. James' hands now roamed over your bra, you could feel his desperation through each kiss. A film of sweat began to apparate on his forehead heat building up between your bodies.

A yearning look in his eye as he pulled away from your lips, peeling his black tshirt from the frame of his body. You took this as an oppurtunity to have your fingers roam over his nipples with a feather light touch. Causing a breathy sigh to escape the man the beneath.

Rough calloused fingers unhooked the bra that was clad on your body, the now bare skin being grabbed and held like someone's life depended on it.

"Such a needy little thing." Your voice deepend as your hands began to reach the elastic waistband of his boxers. Nimbly palming over his raging boner. "Awww how cute."

"Please, I'm dying." His voice was shaky as you expertly teased his tip through the light blue shorts that held him, a small wet patch forming.

"Oh darlin, what are you begging for?" Now you lowered the cotton fabric down his thighs.

"That.. oh god.. please that." Ecstacy faded over the blondes face as you started lesiurly pumping his dick, shamelessly using his precum as lube.

He buried his face into the pillow of the bed that never ended up getting made. Mumbling incoherent babbles. "Awww speak up Jamie be a good boy."

Face peaking out of the pillow to look at you with tears pooling in those big beautiful eyes that you loved so much. He moaned and his hips bucked up, you knew he was close but he knew he couldn't cum without your permission.

Being submissve in your relationship was a freeing but ego killing task for him, after all he was the front man of a succesful metal band and oh how you loved to tease him for it. "The big bad leader of Metallica on his knees looking so pretty." Only ever left your mouth once but those words played in his head on loop.

"Please." His hips pushed up bucking into your hand as he whined and cried. "Can I cum please." His body was shaking, thighs trembling as you worked his dick at a quick pace. Thumb rubbing over his slit with each stroke.

"aww my good boy. Of course." And that he did hot ropes of white liquid coated his stomach. His moans grew louder and his body quivered as your hand kept going well after his orgasm.

"What?." He let out a sweet whine. "what are you doing?.. Ahhh"

Your hands kept working along his pretty pink tip, purposefully overstimulating your lover. "Oh darling, were only just getting started."

[forallnumbersosc]

Can algebraliens get rabies

WHEW Sorry for the huge break everyone, but we are back!! ...more or less-- Let's jump right in!

[This post contains some horror and may trigger those with scopophobia!!]

The strange thing about algebralien immune systems, at least from what I've gathered, is that microorganisms don't seem to have the ability to survive within these guys, or rather... they don't really actively attack their systems? It's a bit like a germ resting on a rock rather than in someone's bloodstream... There just aren't any proteins that the germs recognize to try and react to!

...However, that does NOT mean that algebraliens do not get "sick"... they can indeed go into certain states given the right conditions, and the results are very erratic.

The one I know most about, and the one I'm sure you all have seen on the show, is of course the zombie outbreak.

This notorious infection is caused by a common gut microbe present in most objects that rapidly mutates and gets very erratic when stimulated with intense heat! ...Most of us don't eat superheated rock, and those of us that could, such as Firey, don't typically have this germ present in our bodies.

In a typical object, the microbe present when it enters our bloodstream, quickly replicates and attacks our nervous systems, weakening it and rendering us to a sluggish state and compelling us to attack and bite others...

But when exposed to an algebralien, something... different takes place...

Rather than a physical infection, there is a specific chemical created within the mutated germ that causes an imbalance within an algebralien's body, causing their system to "overclock", changing their behavior and causing them to rapidly lose control of their shapeshifting...

It was... um... an experience to encounter that out of nowhere to say the least--

This imbalance causes their behavior to become far more... "primal" i suppose? Algebraliens don't hunt like animals do, so rather they tend to retreat to what I can best describe as an "id" (in reference to Freud's theory of the mind). Two could only think about the closest things they had an instinct to do (which... was thankfully was something harmless like bringing us to the elimination area).

Two still feels... a bit guilty for scaring me despite not being able to control it, but I could never hold it against them...

...but hey at least something like that is WAY too unlikely to happen again right?

[Green Six belongs to @dragiani teehee]

[thedo0zyslider]

Jimmy’s breath hitches suddenly, because Grimlands' Count is basically on top of him now. He's straddling the Codfather, that's what he's doing, he's sitting in the blonde's lap. And it doesn't feel wrong, it feels....nice. Jimmy likes being this close to fWhip, he realizes, and has no idea weather he should be bewildered or terrified by that.

He doesn't get the time to be either, because soon there is a hand cupping his cheek, and the Codfather has to fight against himself so that he doesn’t lean into it.

"You're teeth..." fWhip mumbles, fingers lifting up his top lip slightly. "I never noticed how sharp they were before..." He sounds memorized as he inspects the cod's mouth, and Jimmy swallows nervously, sharp and horrifyingly pretty blue eyes inspecting every movement of his face. Why is he thinking that fWhip's eyes are pretty.

Jimmy quickly finds that he's not uncomfortable with this, weirdly, he's just.....a little caught off guard is all. (Given proper warning he thinks he would've gladly welcomed this, fWhip’s fingers insi—Nope, no, he's not having thoughts about that. Nope not at all.)

"Yeah it's the whole...fish thing..." Jimmy manages to get a sentence out, through it's messy and muffled due to his jaw being held open and all. fWhip just rolls his eyes at that, his gaze having turned little firey.

"I guessed that," The Count snorts. It's not annoyance in his tone, but something close to it. "I was just wondering..."

"Wondering....what!?" Jimmy says, not very comfortable with the pause between the ginger's words. Its making him rather worried in fact, considering what damn position the two of them are in.

fWhip leans closer with a smirk, whispering into the blonde's ear. Or where his ear would be if he was a person. "I was wondering how nice those canines would feel against my neck~"

The cod feels heat rush to his face at that, and his breath hitches and damn near stops. Okay, that was kinda hot, he had to admit. Like, that was really really hot. and the Count damn well knows it too, evidenced by the smirk on his face that gets even wider at the cods reaction.

"What?" fWhip purrs, thumbing his cheek teasingly. "You into that or something~" The cod thinks he's going to explode he's so into this, but that something he will never say out loud to this guy.

"Wouldn't tell you if I was." Jimmy huffs best he can, stubborn and red in the face. The Count shifts on top of him, pressing them impossibly closer, until their chests are pressed together.

"And what are you gonna do instead? Because I know you're into this~" fWhip taunts, and runs a finger over one of the cod's canines. An evil little idea pops up in the back on Jimmy's mind after a few seconds of fierce blushing, and that is exactly what he's going to do about it, thank you very much.

Slowly, Jimmy begins sucking at the finger currently in his mouth. He barely even thinks about what he's doing once he gets the idea, but it seems to work regardless. Cherry red flush spreads across fWhip’s face, reaching the tips of his pointed ears in the process. Innocently, he raises an eyebrow, as if confused, and keeps sucking. Normally, he would be smirking, but that's kinda hard at the moment, with someone still inspecting his teeth and all.

"Asshole." fWhip huffs, quietly, the sound almost in Jimmy’s ears. It is then when he notices how close they are, and how at some point, their foreheads had begun to touch.

fWhip lets out a another huff when Jimmy doesn't stop, and moves one of his hands, the one cupping the cod's cheek, away to trail down his side, teasingly fiddling with the hems of his clothes. Their faces have gotten closer somehow, lips just barely brushing, fWhip's heavy breath landing on his face.

A cold hand slips under his shirt, clawed fingers tracing over his stomach, and Jimmy whines at that. A needy whine too, a desperate one. Like he wants fWhip to do more than stick his fingers in his mouth, because he does. He just doesn't want to think about what that something else actually entails.

"Needy, aren’t you?" fWhip mutters teasingly. Jimmy nods quickly, and the Count smirks. Even though he does not act like it, the cod can see the barely restrained desire hiding in the fWhip's eyes. And if it wasn't for that, he likes to think he'd be a little less submissive right now.

The Count hums, clearly satisfied with this response. "And you're a good little fish too~" He slowly but surely removes his other hand from Jimmy’s mouth, grabs hold of the cod’s chin and finally smashes their lips together.

The cod gasps into the kiss, a little taken aback by the heat of it all. Not that he minds in the slightest. Sharp teeth nip at his bottom lip, and Jimmy happily lets fWhip's tongue slip into his mouth. Quickly the blonde realizes that dear god, this idiot is a really good kisser, he has to say. If he'd known that he would've been needy a lot sooner.

fWhip makes a few noises of his own before they pull away, webbed hands tugging at his hair and his own ones digging into Jimmy's waist and holding his cheek tight. Every point of contact burns like fire, so much so that the cod thinks it'll kill him before the lack of air does.

Eventually, their lungs burn too much, and the two have to pull away. fWhip does not let go of his face as he looks into Jimmy's eyes, panting. Jimmy feels a bit mesmerized by this all, and almost never wants the moment to end. Almost.

Once the Count catches his breath, he starts to pull away. Like he is ashamed, or embarrassed by this whole ordeal. Jimmy catches him by the wrist quickly, before the other can ever leave his lap. fWhip looks back, confused, and a near iron tight grip keeping him down.

"You're not just gonna leave after that?" Jimmy says, trying not to sound or look to heartbroken. His voice cracks a little, and his eyes go wide, and the cod knows he failed. He doesn't even know why he's so heartbroken over an enemy.

"You wanna do something else?" fWhip asks the question a little hesitantly, like he's not sure Jimmy will say yes. After the blonde had just practically begged him to stay. Even still, he moves back to his proper place, and the hold on his wrist loosens just a little.

"If you'll have me." Jimmy says softly, and lets himself smile, fWhip says nothing, and connects their lips again. The cod hums into it, this one a little less heated then the first, and kisses the Count back the best he can.

It's not the first kiss of the day, and certainly will not be the last. Both rules take a chance to relish in that, and all the stolen moments they are about to take. Moments they will probably never have again.

Even if they want them.

[transient-winds]

Wind Breaker Chapter 153: Heat

Spoilers ahead! Also um idk if this gonna be a long one, but this chapter do be wildin'

So, Takiishi's mindscape is...interesting to say the least.

It's completely trashed and kinda looks like a horder's house. Interesting to note is that there's dead trees here, perhaps it wasn't always that way beforehand but a wild fire broke out and made it a wasteland (literally).

The sudden combustion and scorched corpses is such a visual. What a horrifying(ly beautiful) scene honestly. Nii-sensei did such an amazing job, it looked like a horror manga!

Those people in Takiishi's mindscape, I'm assuming they previously fought him but were scorched by Takiishi's flames as he defeated them. None of them, standing even a chance to knock him down a peg.

Speaking of, I don't know if this has any correlation to Takiishi's mindscape but a lot of these visuals remind me of Avīci, aka the worst and most painful of the Eight Hot Narakas. In *Genshin's Buddhist text the Ōjōyōshū (往生要集, lit. The Essentials of Rebirth in the Pure Land), one of the regions he described within this level is the Region of the Bird. It said that within this region, a gigantic bird with a fire-breathing beak would swoop in and grab a sinner only to drop them onto the firey ground, shattering them. Remaining unamed, the descriptions of this bird shares similarities to the Karura (which I had mentioned on a previous post about Takiishi). So um take that info as you will.

*A Japanese Buddhist monk from the Heian period.

The way Takiishi looks at Umemiya is fascinating as well. Umemiya surrounded by flames, either his own or Takiishi's (I'm inclined to believe it's Takiishi's), and yet remain relatively unscathed despite looking charred. As if both of their flames are equally fighting for the chance to consume the other. It's like watching a trainreck in the making wherein you know the aftermath is gonna be brutal but you just can't look away from it.

Or perhaps it's like watching a forest fire. In nature, forest fires are destructive but they can also be a source of rebirth. When the dust is settled, sunlight can penetrate the soil that was once blocked by the leaves and the branches, the ashes from the forest remains becoming fertilizers to breathe life to a new forest and an entirely new ecosystem. A chance of renewal if you will, but will that the be the fate of Takiishi and Endo? We'll see.

I very much enjoy the fire symbolism Nii-sensei is using for both Takiishi and Umemiya because fire can be both destructive and constructive. History has taught us that civilization was built with the aid of fire and it was also used to destory it. So I'm enjoying double entendre of it all.

Honorable mentions:

Sakura "He feels so distant" Haruka. I just want to wrap my sweet child in a blanket, he's so worried guys 😭🤧. I need his face to be happy and smiling again pls.

Endo, a pot calling kettle black much?

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Thank you Nii-sensei for another great chapter and Jacqueline Fung as well for the official translation! Please go and support them via the official international release in Kodansha.

[moth--moss]

i care the ranchers very much so i made my own :] headcanons and design description below the cut

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Tango: pretty straight forward. blazeborn/nether hybrid guy. he goes firey when hes got strong emotions.

Jimmy: phoenix hybrid, but instead of rebirth and rising from the ashes and all that he got the short end of the stick. the closest thing to a "cool phoenix power" hes got is he can handle heat better, doesnt burn as easy, and his wings cant be hurt by fire. Also his wings can burn up kind like paper, it can light things around him on fire but the wings have to fully regrow and it hurts EXTREMELY bad. so a person-sized flint and steel essentially. he doesnt want to deal with the teasing of being simultaneously a death omen and failed symbol of life (failure of his biology) so to anyone but tango he lets them think hes just a normal avian.

also theres just a lotta angst potential somewhere in there. i just care them so much and if they wont interact i will make my own content.

Feel free to ask any questions :] i like talking about them so bad

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Inferno

Media - The Maze Runner Series Character - Newt Couple - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Adorable = Dark/ Scary Word Count - 2886

I sat under a tree in the glade on my little leather mat having tucked my knees into my chest to keep my feet on the mat to not singe the grass. I moved my hands as I saw a small puff of smoke coming from my leather trousers so I moved my hands and quickly blew out the small cinders that had formed in the groves where I keep my hands most days. I sighed I was so hot in my clothes but I knew I had little choice. It was my 'Thing' Creative I know but I didn't pick it. Everyone in the glade had one, Mine happened to be that I was hot, very hot, every part of me burnt with a heat of over two hundred degrees just from me merely existing, so I had to live my life in leather clothes sitting on specific mats and chairs to make sure I didn't start any fires by accident. It wasn't fun but it's life I guess.

I smiled a little as I saw Newt heading over he came and sat on my mat with a happy smile but kept his distance so our elbows didn't touch.

"Hi, Y/n,"

"Hi Newt," I smiled,

"How's my little inferno girl?" he cooed playing with my Y/H/C hair, running it between his fingers, Newt loved to play with my hair I think mostly because it's the only safe part of me he could touch without burning himself,

I chuckled, "Fine, how are you?"

"Alright," he shrugged, "You on break?"

"Yeah, try doesn't need anything cooking for a while. You?"

"Yeah just got finished with the weeding,"

"Oh? That safe?"

"Yeah I'm doing empty beds it's fine," he shrugged, "After break time I'll be off to help the boys with the trees,"

"I'm sure I'll see you later then for the bonfire,"

"Of course you will, we shall combine our efforts my little inferno," he chuckled, "You okay?"

"Yeah just... feeling a little glum is all,"

"I know, hey come on cheer up how about after the bonfire you and I will sit by the fire okay? Have little short cuddles?" He encouraged putting his hand on my arm be did his best to hold my arm but even with my leather jacket he had to remove his hand after a minute or so,

"Okay," I nodded,

"Good," He nodded, "After all how am I meant to stay away from you when you're so hot,"

"Really?" I rolled my eyes at his joke,

"I can't help it you're so firey and spicy," he chuckled,

"Ohh newt your killing me,"

"Ha ha very funny," He chuckled, "I know it sucks but we'll figure it out," He explained,

"I hope so,"

"It's not exactly fun for me either, I know I don't have it as bad as you but I'd like to eat a strawberry, or climb a tree, or ... pick you a nice bundle of cute little flowers," He cooed,

And I did break a smile a little

"We'll figure stuff out either learn to live or, find a cure. Either way, I still love my little Inferno," He cooed,

"And I still love my little plant killer," I chuckled, "But I do like your little dead flower bundles, they are cute,"

"You do?"

"Of course I do,"

"And I like your little hot kisses," He smiled, "Speaking off? Can I?"

"Are you sure?" I began, "You know I don't want to hurt you newt and what if I-"

"I'm sure your kisses are worth the risk," He smiled,

"Okay," I smiled back, "Only if you're sure,"

He came closer and quickly pressed his lips to my own, he felt so cold but I loved it so much the soft feeling of his kiss but it was so quick barely a second before he half to pull away and begin licking his lips like crazy from the heat. "Ooohh spicy kisses," he joked,

"I didn-"

"It's fine, you didn't hurt me. I'll see you later okay Y/n?"

"Okay Newt," I nodded,

"See you soon," He cooed, kissing my hair before he got up and headed towards the deadheads to help the boys with the tree making a little trail grass into straw as he went.

I nervously finished my work lighting the bonfire for the boys and I took my seat on the dusty stone, not long after Newt came over with a wide smile,

"Hi, Y/n,"

"Hi Newt," I looked up at him,

"For you, my little inferno," he smiled revealing a small bundle of flowers dead of course given he had touched them but still I smiled at his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you Newt," I smiled but I couldn't take them,

"Come on, there for you," he smiled sitting down with me and trying to get me to take them,"

"You know what will happen..."

"I know, I like watching you do it," He chuckled,

I nodded and took the dead flowers and of course the second they were in my hands the dead flowers burnt up in a puff of smoke, and they were gone, my hands empty. I felt so sad, even if they were dead I still wanted to hold the flowers Newt had taken the time to pick for me, but nothing but ash, I whined a little and dusted off my hands.

"I know it makes you sad, but I think it's cute our little flowers. Poof. All gone and now it's just our little memory together,"

"I guess so. I just... I'm sorry newt."

"It's okay, I wouldn't pick you flowers if I didn't know you were going to burn them, I am sorry they didn't have more life,"

"It's okay, I wouldn't want living flowers I know then you hadn't touched them."

"You're so sweet," he cooed, "Do you think... I could get a little cuddle?"

"I don't know newt..."

"Just a small one? tiny? seconds? just a teeny tiny cuddle with my beloved girlfriend? Please my little inferno?" he begs, opening his arms and pouting,

"I'm sorry newt, I just don't want to hurt you,"

"You won't hurt me, you're wearing all your leather clothes it's okay, even for a moment please Y/n."

"A cuddle... would be nice,"

"See you know you want to," He cooed, "Come on my little inferno,"

I was nervous but I knew we hadn't had a real hug or cuddle in a month now so I happily wrapped my sleeves over my hands and wrapped my arms around his chest, he hugged me back wrapping his arms as close to me as he could before actually touching me,

"Ummmm I missed you so much,"

"I missed you too," I cooed, "You sure it's not too hot!?"

"Just a little longer," He cooed,

"what if I-" I began

"shh shh shh," He said, "just let me hold you just a little longer," He begged,

"Newt we can't!" I began to panic knowing I was starting to singe his clothes, "Newt!" I yelled pushing him away but I put my bare hands on his chest I hadn't noticed his hoodie had fallen slightly off his shoulder meaning my hands met his open skin,

"AAaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" He screamed out,

"NEWT!" I screamed moving my hand away,

He was red in the face, gasping for breath, clutching his burnt skin, tears in his eyes from the pain, his whole shoulder and peck were red, burnt and already clearly painful just from my touch, "Y/n..."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry." I began to cry,

"No, no it's okay, it's okay" He tried to reassure reaching his hand out even though his pain,

"Don't touch me!" I screamed, my hands trembling tears streaming down my face, "I'm so sorry newt..."

"It's okay, it's okay Y/n I know you didn't mean to... it's okay just calm down my little inferno." He tried to soothe me,

"I shouldn't be here... it's not safe for you... for anyone..." I gasped, "I'm so sorry," I turned and began to run towards the doors set to close in a few moments,

"No! Y/n! Y/n come back!" He begged, "Gally! Alby somebody!" He called out to them to get them to stop me given he was in too much pain to chase after me, Both boys tried to come closer but I held my hands out to them forcing them to stay away as I backed myself into the maze just as the doors began to close, "No! No please, Y/n!" Newt screamed out for me but I let the doors snap shut.

I found myself in a corner surrounded by the maze walls I pulled my legs to my chest and cried my eyes out, I had hurt Newt so much, that he could even die from such burns... I am a horrible person. A horrible girlfriend, he deserves so much better than me. I'm dangerous to everyone in the glade, especially Newt. I kept muttering apologises to him hoping somehow that would make up for what I did. The darkness only grew and my tears only continued until I heard the sound, I was so used to it but hearing it behind stone walls was different, now I knew... I was with them.

And it took merely a few hours before I saw one a griever. I screamed and ran as fast as I could hiding at any chance I got but still it stalked me. I knew I couldn't outrun it all night... but I stopped for a second to catch my breath beside some ivy and the meer touch out my ankle set the ivy alight, and it was then I had an idea. I lit up all the ivy I could find forcing the griever into a specific area right by the doors. It snarled and screeched at me but I was read, I tossed my jacket by the doors and rolled up my sleeves and jeans before I stared it down.

"Come on... come here... let's light this shit up you little fucker." I glared before I ran at it and grabbed its sticky flesh as soon as I did it screamed and writhed to get away from me but I made sure it couldn't watching its flesh burn and boil from my meer touch until the whole thing caught fire and dropped dead into a mess of burned flesh by the doors.

I waited by the doors till morning and as soon as they opened I saw his face, Newt. He had been sitting by the doors all night, crying, his wounds bandaged but clearly still causing him pain. I teared up as I saw him to think he sat and waited for me all night even after what I did to him.

"Ohh Y/n," He cooed falling into my arms and hugging me tight,

"Ohh Newt" I cooed, "I'm so sorry-"

"You have nothing to be sorry for I was dumb, I love you so much," he said pulling back before something bad happened again, he gave me a million tiny short kisses over anywhere he could,

"Newt, it's okay. I'm so sorry I shouldn't have run off, and I shouldn't have hurt you."

"It's okay... I- I thought I'd lost you forever," he choked, "I'm so happy you okay,"

"Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine, I don't really care about me right now," he cooed,

"She- Holy shuck!" Minho gasped,

As the boys all came to see what I did last night and Newt looked too,

"Oh my- you killed a griever! How!" He asked,

"They don't like fire. I learned," I nodded,

"You clever little thing, my sweet little inferno," he cooed giving me another quick kiss.

"Newt you're going to hurt yourself,"

"I don't care. I'll be hurt," he said,

"Y/n." Alby glared,

"Ohh noo." I gulped,

He silently ordered us to follow so Newt and I did heading into the woods till we reached the runner's hut where Minho was waiting,

"Alby I know I shouldn't have-" I began,

"The harm to Newt was an accident, I know that Y/n. Yes, you are in big trouble for running and spending a night in the maze... however... given your skills with the griever... I'll let it slide,"

"Then what?" Newt asked,

"... When George and I first came up supplies were different, they've changed a lot in our time here, those first few months we got some of these... in our foolishness, we wasted most of them." He said

Minho put a small vile on the table of a blue liquid, Newt took it and wiped the dust away,

"WCKD... thats on all our supplies," Newt said, "Giver... what's giver mean?"

"It means... it gives you someone elses... 'thing'" Minho said,

"What!" I gasped, "Why did you never-"

"Cause we wasted them!" Alby snapped, "And that was dumb. We wasted most of them in the early days, trying to fix things. We only have one left. We made the decision no one was to have it. If everyone can't then no one should" he explained, "If administered, it gives you the thing of whomever gives it to you."

"So if I was to give it to Newt." I asked,

"He'd get your heat." Minho nodded,

"Issue is... it doesn't remove that you already have, just spreads it. if you gave it to newt you would still be heated and newt would still kill any plant he touches. It's why we wasted them... trying to find ways to get them to work, some things are stronger than others." Alby explained,

"But?" I asked,

"But... this is different, Y/n... your thing makes your life so much harder than everyone else, for god sake you can't even touch anyone and thats no life for you," He said,

"So what then? we just give her this and hope it works?" Newt asked,

"We have figured out our best bet." Minho said, "Luke has agreed to give it to Y/n,"

"Luke? But he's like the opposite of me, cold all the time, freezes everything he touche-"

"Yeah. We can hope it'll balance you out and make things livable to have both," Alby said,

"And if it doesn't what if I'm worse... cold one side, hot the other what if it doesn't react well or my heat just melts the cold or something else!"

"I don't know," Alby sighed,

"...What about me?" Newt asked,

"What?" I asked,

"Luke can give me his cold, it wouldn't be much but... it wouldn't affect my own thing. And then... I'd be cold, you'd be hot we'd balance each other, we could touch, kiss maybe, we could help each other you heat stuff for me I cool it for you." Newt explained,

"Would that work?" I asked,

"No idea... it is... possible," Minho nodded,

"Newt you-"

"I want to. I want to do this. for us. So I can hold you. I can kiss you. make your life bearable even if it makes my own worse... I don't care. I want to do this. for you my little inferno,"

"Oh Newt," I cooed almost crying,

"Are you sure? cause there is no going back." Alby asked,

"I've never been more sure of anything," Newt nodded,

I sat in the medjacks with my leather mat on the chair watching Newt as he rested, the burn on his shoulder still gives me chills. He had been given the vile from Luke and ever since in the brief moment I touched him, he felt even colder than I had ever known. He was resting it off now I can't imagine this was easy for him, but slowly his eyes fluttered open,

"Hi Y/n," he cooed playing with my hair,

"Hi Newt," I smiled, "How do you feel?"

"Cold... very cold but I guess that's good," he nodded, "Please... can we see if it worked," He offered his hand,

I was nervous but I nodded and pulled back my sleeve slowly slipping my hand against his own, his hand was cold so much so I could feel him cooling me, but he didn't pull back he just smiled,

"We do counteract each other."

"We do, hot and cold," I giggled,

"Hot and cold," He chuckled, "Come here," he cooed pulling me to kiss him, I happily did resting my hand against his face, and he rested his own against my neck brushing away my hair as we shared kiss after kiss, my heat no worry to him, his cold no worry to me. A perfect balance between us. Until we pulled away at last both of us crying tears of joy, "Ohh I got you something," I smiled grabbing the leather sheets from the side,

"What?" he asked, sitting up more,

I handed them over and he folded them back to reveal the small flower,

"How did you?"

"Folded it in the leather, so I didn't really touch it,"

"You are so sweet," he smiled, "But.. I'll still kill it won't I?" He said sadly,

"You might, but... maybe you might freeze it first," I suggested, "Try,"

He nodded and he picked up the flower of course in his hand it began to die but before the flower could wilt it froze up, half dried, half dead, frozen in time. "I- I can hold a flower," He smiled, "A real flower." He cooed tearing up, but he took my hand and we held the flower together the cold caused my heat not to affect the poor little flower and for just a few moments before my heat burnt it up we both held a flower. Together. and as soon as it was gone We both simply fell into each other's arms,

"I love you so much my little inferno,"

"I love you too my little ice box plantkiller," I chuckled, 

[quitealotofsodapop]

Oof, the mental image of Wukong struggling desperately to lift his own staff, to try to fix just one of his many, many mistakes. Terified of losing what he had managed to find in this new mortal life of his but unable and unwilling to risk his loved ones through inaction and being willing to throw it all away just to keep his mate and unborn child safe. Him near collapsing in despair when it becomes clear he CAN'T lift it, and he basically and just ruined another set of relationships by revealing his true self to his new family only to be unable to even fulfill the purpose for which he had revealed that information.

And then his family is just suddenly THERE. Pulling his paws from the staff and supporting him and he's probably so confused at that moment. He'd lied to them, tricked them, and took advantage of their kindness! Why aren't they mad at him? Why aren't they disgusted? Everyone else he'd met in his life would have thrown him out the moment he told then he wasn't who he told them he was, why are these familiar yet so very unfamiliar souls he's come to love as family not doing the same!?

Just that whole mental image as his family comforts him after such a big reveal. They're going to have to talk about it, of course, Wu being Sun Wukong isn't something they can just brush under the rug like a broken tea cup. But for now, they're just happy to have found their friend and that Wukong hadn't managed to disappear or do something too self-destructive before they found him.

sequel to this post.

ALL OF THIS!!!

Wukong is willing to break his arms and back if it means pulling the Staff out of the ground. And even with little Red offering him a magical assist, he simply *can't*. Not when his powers have been dampened, not when he feels the furthest from worthy he has in centuries.

Initially Tang had been the only one there, as Red kidnapped him under the false pretenses that the scholar was a trained monk that could help him, and the convo between him and Wukong gets very heated.

Wukong: *is struggling to lift the staff, clearly in pain* Tang: "Wu stop, you're going to hurt yourself." Wukong: "No! I can do this! I just need to pull harder!" Tang: "Wu, please! I don't care who you used to be! Whatever is happening, I don't think it's worth killing yourself over it! Wukong: "But I have to! I need to for Mihou and the Egg!" Tang: "We can help you! Please Wu-" Wukong: "JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME DO THIS MASTER!!" *deafening silence* Wukong: *falls to his knees sobbing. Hands still clutching the unmoving Staff* Wukong: *feels a bump against his hip. turns and sees a familiar pair of firey eyes* Toddler Red Son: *softly headbutts Wukong's hip in a way typical of a curious/concerned bull calf* Wukong: *sobbing even harder as he allows an arm to rest around the calf's body in a half-hug* Tang: *calmly walks forward and leans body against Wukong's. Pets the monkey's head comfortingly*

Wukong is nearly catatonic from the stress of it all. And thats before Pigsy, Sandy, and lil Mei get there! Lets just say Sun Wukong gets a lot of comforting in this sequence.

[acceleracers-baby]

Acceleracers HCs! What Element Would They Bend?

I just finished the Avatar Live Action and now I have brain rot about these movies AND the original ATLA show.

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Teku

(Nolo Pasaro, Vert Wheeler, Shirako Takamoto, Kurt Wylde, Karma Eiss)

Metal Maniacs

(Taro Kitano, Tork Maddox, Monkey McClurg, Porkchop RIggs, Markie Wylde)

+Bonus Round

(Brian Kadeem & Banjee Castillo)

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Teku

Nolo Pasaro - Okay, when I rewatched the Acelleracers recently, I literally had to look up the voice actor for Nolo because I genuinely thought it was Dante Basco (Zuko) for a second. They sound so similar. Plus Nolo’s firey personality and his pride really make me think he’d be a Firebender. “Tork! I challenge you to an Agni Kai!”

Vert Wheeler - I feel like I don't need to say it, but I’m gonna… Vert’s a Waterbender! Water is the element of change and Vert is all about adapting to the different tracks. He’s also a surfer- so… yeah I feel like this one is pretty self-explanatory. I swear this dude would become one with the ocean if it was possible. I can’t get the image of him making a surf board out of ice and just using the full moon to make the biggest waves possible for himself.

Shirako Takamoto - Shirako is so chill all the time I can’t help but see him as an Airbender. I also feel like he’d use his bending in the most creative and chaotic ways possible like manipulating the air around his speakers to make them sound louder or clearer. Not to mention that he’d use his bending to mildly annoy the Metal Maniacs. Think blowing their tools just slightly out of reach or speeding by them on an air scooter.

Kurt Wylde - Kurt has such strong Firebending vibes that it literally inspired this post lol. He just seems like such a hothead. He’s got the sass and air of superiority that comes with most Firebenders. It doesn't help that he and Mark have a sibling rivalry that reminds me of Zuko & Azula. Kurt also seems like he’d be able to manipulate lightning, and I’m not just saying that cause he looks like Mako.

Karma Eiss - Karma also gives off Firebending vibes. Her drive for perfection fits the precision a Firebender needs in order to safely manipulate their element. One wrong move and it could mean trouble. Karma would have her element fully mastered. She would have the wisdom to take skills from other bending disciplines and apply them to her own style. She can bend both fire and lightning, and I feel like she’d be skilled enough to turn up the heat for those blue flames!

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Metal Maniacs

Taro Kitano - Oh, look at that. Another Firebender. I mean come on! He’s the leader of the Scorchers in World Race. His car has a classic flame paint job!! The Fire Nation was literally modeled after Imperial Japan!! There are so many connections I could make here, but what really convinces me is his overall attitude. He follows a strict honor code, and just like Karma, he’s got the control a Firebender needs to be successful. I feel like he’d make a great Lavabender too.

Tork Maddox - I’m getting strong Earthbender vibes from Tork. He’s built as sturdy as a rock, and his personality is just as solid. He stands his ground a lot in the Acceleracer movies, and although he’s got some fire behind his eyes, it’s usually only in response to being antagonized by one of the other racers. He’s the very foundation of the Metal Maniacs and like any good Earthbender, he seems to listen before he reacts. I also love the idea of Tork being a Metalbender.

Monkey McClurg - Monkey strikes me as a Nonbender, but if I had to give him an element, he would be an Earthbender. Mainly because I feel like he could make a great Metalbender. That being said, at my core, I really think he would end up not being able to bend, but he would make up for it by being an extremely creative inventor. He just reminds me of Sokka so much with how resourceful he is.

Porkchop Riggs - Porkchop is a full on Earthbender, baby! In fact, If Monkey ended up not being able to bend, he’d be who Monkey goes to for all of his Metalbending needs. He is one with the dirt. Especially since he's terrified of water.

Markie Wylde - Markie is 100% a Firebender as well. Like his older brother, he’s hot-headed and cocky. He gives off those Book One Zuko vibes in most of the Acceleracer movies. I don’t think he’d have the precision to be able to produce blue flames, but I do feel like he could pick up combustion. Could you imagine Markie with combustion tattoos up his arm instead of the stuff he's got now?

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Bonus Round

Brian Kadeem - Okay, I wanted to put Kadeem in the Earthbender category due to Sandbending, but Kadeem’s personality SCREAMS Airbender. He’s got too many pacifistic tendencies and is just so damn loveable I can’t not associate him with Aang. Not only that but due to the scenes in World Race where his mentor comes to him in visions, I feel like he would be able to connect to the Spirit World quite easily.

Banjee Castillo - Surprisingly, I feel like Banjee would be an Airbender too. If not an Airbender, then probably an Earthbender. He’s just so quick-witted and has such a lighthearted view on life that I can't help but stick him with the Airbenders. Also, the way he teases people (like when he waves at Kurt as he passes him in World Race) reminds me of when Aang is being mischievous.

——— Thanks for Reading ———

[redcr9ssnine]

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

This game has not been kind to you.

The godtier process was a total nightmare, a slog that you've contained in the very furthest regions of your pan. It was something that had to be done alone, something you sought out by yourself and gained by yourself. No one was ever actually interested in learning the game mechanics, you weren't particularly interested either, it was the end game you wanted. The hope of a new universe you could have a hand in, one where you could shape the politics yourself, people wouldn't have the choice to coddle you, whether they wanted to or not. Maybe people would listen to you then, and get the fuck out of their own heads if you were the god of a new planet. You wouldn't have to try and trick them into caring about peoples feelings through cue cards.

"Kankri, wo+uld yo+u! Just- Ah! Lo+o+k o+ut!"

Her frustration is what snaps you out of your own thoughts, but it was too late. The containers of mystery fluid and half sprouted tadpoles slips from your hands, immediately collapsing onto the ground. Fluid bursting upwards towards you, flinging the baby frogs in every direction. You let out a shrill shriek, your hands quickly fanning in front of you in an attempt to keep your face from getting splattered but it's all in vain. You're drenched and absolutely disgusted, your eyes huge and wide in shock as your little body trembles from the complete sensory over load.

"O+h jesus... Kanny, yo+u need to+ fo+cus o+n what yo+u're actually do+ing, I can't do+ all o+f this by myself."

From her sylladex she pulls out a rag, one of the many she carries around for you, and gently cups your cheek with her bare hand. Her skin ejects you from your own.

"O+pen yo+ur eyes, Kanny, co+me o+n. Yo+u're so+ stro+ng, just keep them o+pen."

"5H4K3 H1M. FUCK1NG D0 50M37H1NG, WHY 4R3 Y0U JU57 P3771NG H1M?!"

Stop fucking yelling at me! It echos through your skull as the only form of input you can give. GET FUCKING OFF OF ME! Everything was dark, probably for the same reason your mother was freaking out, your eyes wouldn't open, you were in too much pain. Your skin was burning, from your hip to the crook of your neck, your back was burnt by the sun. It all happened so fast, you weren't asleep but you were on the verge of it when you heard multiple pairs of footsteps. You assumed it was your family, until someone much larger than anyone you knew grabbed you by your ankle and began to drag you out into the sun. It was a complete blur afterwards, but god were you mad, and none of them would stop fucking touching you.

A hand touches your cheek and pulls you forward, forcing you to sit up and it finally stirs enough anger in you to react, despite your body begging you not to. Your entire body was wet, you realize when you move, likely covered by your own ugly blood. With as much force as you can, you grab your mothers wrist and yank it off of you, grunting in pain.

And you can see her again, not your mother- your... what? You see Porrim standing in front of you, bewildered by the death grip you have on her wrist. It scares you too, did she see all of that? What the actual FUCK was that, your body still feels the minor aches from the heat that doesn't exist, your entire body shaking and trembling as if just the frog fluid had sent you into a complete shut down.

"Kanny-" Her voice sounded annoyed. You didn't care, barely able to make out her voice at all.

"FUCK!!" You completely reel back away from her, your hands quickly being tucked against your chest, eyes wide and firey like an animals. "D9N'T T9UCH ME. D9N'T PUT Y9UR FUCKING HANDS 9N ME! I'M I- I'M TRIGGERED! I'M TRIGGERED D9N'T Y9U PUT Y9UR HANDS 9N ME AGAIN! I G9T IT!!!!"

In a dramatic fit of eccentrics, you take both your hands and wipe your face off on them, flicking them to the ground. It barely helped at all, and if anything, only smushed the fluids further directly into your eyes.

"Kankri!!-"

"N9! I D9N'T WANT T9 HEAR IT!"

"What is yo+ur pro+blem!?"

"I DIDN'T ASK Y9U T9 HELP, DID I!?"

"Jesus, Kankri, if yo+u're go+ing to+ freak o+ut this much then go+! I'll call so+meo+ne else fo+r help!" She groans, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. Fine. If she wants you to leave you will, you felt fucking sick anyways, the less frogs the better. You stomp away, having to be extra careful not to step on any of the rogue tadpoles.

[bearmemesreviews]

Skylanders Review: Trigger Happy

Oh yes, my first fave. Let's talk about one of the many "subspecies" of Skylanders: The Gremlins. You see, since a major part of the Skylanders are the collectible figures, they would obviously need a way to make manufacturing them easier. So, while each figure is obviously unique in how it's detailed, they will often use a specific body type as templates for multiple figures. Similarly to how Neopets and their alternate forms work. Spyro shares the "Dragon Template" with several other characters, which we'll see soon, but for now we have the "Gremlin Template".

[Image: Trigger Happy is a short Gremlin with a Firey orange and sandy tan color scheme. His body is covered in uniformly orange fur, with the inside of his ears and the entire front of his body/the area acting as his face being tan. He has small stumpy feet and muppety three fingered hands with forearms thicker than the rest of his limbs. He has yellow eyes with black irises, almost always crooked, alongside fur around & in-between his eyes that's orange - making a pattern resembling a domino mask. He is almost always smiling with his comically large tongue hanging out, with teeth that are almost human-like with sharp canines. He wields two large pistols designed to fire gold coins, and in this specific image, he's straddling a golden cartoon missile Dr. Strangelove style.]

With Trigger Happy you'll be able to get what the body type is all about. A neckless and round being, more like the head itself is its entire body, supported by four limbs. There's not many of them, but each one is so unique it really does highlight how you can stretch one body type in so many ways.

Trigger Happy is a mysterious little guy, being the token "crazy loose cannon" as his name would suggest. He simply showed up one day, explicitly role playing as a western hero type, and protected frontier towns from bandits with custom-made guns that used coins as ammo. He's a Tech Skylander, as being an engineering savant is basically second nature to all fictional Gremlins, and he can even bring out a Coin Gatling gun as a special move.

He has a high pitch, kinda grating, voice; but in early Skylanders trailers he has an accent that sounded like an incomprehensible mix of Spaniard and Frenchman - almost like he's a Team Fortress 2 character.

In fact, doesn't that game have its own...

Anyway, I love these reviews because it really does highlight why I love my favorites. Trigger has a simple design, but making one of your playable characters marketed towards children a gremlin packing heat is just instantly hilarious. And it's only today, as I'm writing this, that I realize that the pattern of fur on his face is meant to resemble a domino mask. That really ties together his "Goldslinger aesthetic," though I still think he needed a ten-gallon hat.

Alternates: I don't know if I'll talk about all the recolors and occasional redesigns some Skylanders get, but I feel like I should tell you guys that Tigger Appy gets to wear an Evel Knievel Daredevil's costume for Superchargers, the game where the Skylanders get to Mario Kart with Bowser and Donkey Kong. Both he and the other two I reviewed by now have another-other form, but they're so weird we'll have to review those things by themselves down the road.

We'll get to Gimmicks once we get to Giants.

Trigger Happy is a fun exploration of his trope, and it's nice to know that the Skylanders team had bangers right out the gate considering he's one of the first few original Skylanders designed after the beta five.

Motto: "No Gold, No Glory." - Great Catchphrase, even if it's very obvious that it doesn't apply to him specifically. His lore outright states that the townsfolk that he saves get rich from the amount of gold coins his battles leave behind. I think that concept applies to the NPCs of Mario and Sonic games too, considering those two mascots become ATM machines whenever they walk into anything with a sharp corner.

The same thing happens to babies by the way. 4/5.

Trigger Happy gets 5 Chompies. The first of my personal roster.

Those cowards couldn't even be bothered to arm this child.

[zaiban2989]

I've had a fucking shitty day and people have been pissing me off the whole time.

So this happened just now. And yeah it is potentially rubbish with no plot, but I can't be bothered right now.

#bakudeku peeps, enjoy?

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"Kacchan is in a bad mood today", Izuku lets out while staring at the back of Katsuki's neck.

Of course they're in the middle of a lesson with Cemento and the rest of the class, and of course Izuku knows he's just said this aloud when a huge silence fills the room in except for the very loud, very angry "Haaah?!" from the blond sitting in front of him.

He doesn't even hear the whispers of the others about how Bakugou is always in a freaking bad mood anyways and how he's going to be in so much trouble right now for even voicing that shit out, because Izuku is now staring at the red firey eyes looking at him straight in the face and ready to murder him on the spot.

"What d'ya say, shitty nerd?! Wanna die?!"

Izuku is frozen in place. Everyone else thinks it's the fear of dealing with Bakugou's wrath, but really it isn't. Then again, they don't need to know that, he muses as he just stares in silence at the red irises piercing his entire soul right now. God, Kacchan is beautiful, he thinks to himself.

It's Cemento who breaks the staring contest between him and Kacchan by putting a hand on the hot-headed blonde who flinches with small sparks of explosions at the ready. But Kacchan can control himself, Izuku knows it well now. And he almost smiles internally when Cemento obviously asks them to head out of the class and to Aizawa before whatever this is turns into a fight in his classical Japanese lesson.

Both boys obey, Izuku maybe a bit too eagerly as he almost bumps into his childhood friend as he gets up. The latter grunts but doesn't say anything as he walks to the door hands in his pockets and a scowl on his face.

"This is your fault you fucking nerd," he growls just loud enough for his classmates to hear as he leaves, Izuku behind him looking sheepish.

They walk in the corridor for a few minutes in the same manner before Izuku feels his arm and the rest of him being pulled roughly into the boys' restrooms. He barely has time to say a soft "Kacchan" before he feels Katsuki's lips on his own, the blonde pining him against the cold wall. Izuku moans as he feels sharp teeth nibbling at his lower lip and one hot tongue making its way between his now parted lips to toy with his own in a very wet and heated kiss.

Had Katsuki really been in a bad mood today? No.

Was Izuku voicing out their secret code during class to get some time alone? Yes.

Is Katsuki in a good mood now? Definitely.

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Well by far one of my worst but eh, at least they kissed.