#watcher five asks

[ask-rain-world-characters]

Good news everyone! As my penance for submitting The Snail Ask, any of you can say whatever you want, including a swear!

(There should be a comically small microphone in front of you, make sure anyone who wants it gets a turn :3)

Survivor:

Monk:

Watcher:

Gourmand (featuring the scavengers - Carl the Wise and Robin the Mysterious):

Enot:

Five Pebbles:

Sliver of Straw:

Ruina Watcher Image - @areon103

(OOC note to the asker - we're not exactly certain on what you meant by the microphone thing, but in case you didn't know, we all live in completely different parts of the world, and none of us have ever actually met face to face. Though I suppose you probably meant that the characters should be drawn with the microphone, but uhh.... we're lazy :3) Transcripts:

Monk: "I just want to say, thanks for all the questions I've got! You've all been really nice people to talk to!"

Watcher: "I have nothing but my sorrow, and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me. Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours, when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me? O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me. Ah, I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being You are like those who never left. The sad fireside corner of my poor black heart O my sorrow, you are better than a well- beloved: Because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart. This is this and that is that."

Gourmand (ft - Carl and Robin): C - Hmmm. That's strange. R - What is? C - There are some figures up ahead. They kind of look like... slugcats. G - Ooh, it's good to see friendly face around these parts! C - Who are you, slugcat? G - I am Gourmand the Mighty, chief captain of our expedition. We came here in a search for food and other items of value. C - I must admit, I'm surprised to see your kind here. How long has your expedition been going for? G - My expedition has been here for sixty cycles now. This place would be perfect if it wasn't crowded with so many hungry lizards. The only safe place is at our base camp. C - How far is your base camp? G - It's just around the pass. However, I had a bad feeling that we were being followed, so I took the liberty of blocking the path. C - You blocked the path? Then how do you expect to return back to base? G - There is another path to take, but it is longer. Not to mention we will have to fight our way through several large lizard dens! C - Lizard dens!? I can't believe what I'm hearing. G - Well, they do have a few mild ones occasionally. Mind you that there are dens everywhere around this place. R - And yet, you're still here. Sounds like you slugcats should have left a long time ago. G - What did you say? C - Ahh... pardon my friend's manners, Gourmand. We are here explore the area too. Perhaps we can help you return back to your base camp? G - Sure. No problem.

Enot: "Marry me? OWO"

Five Pebbles: First Dialogue - I was trapped! Because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world, I alone had no body, no senses, no feelings! Never for me to plunge my hands in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a fortepiano. Never for me to MAKE LOVE! I was in the Void Sea, looking at your man-made Heaven! I was machine. And you, were flesh. And I began to hate. Your softness! Your viscera! And your flexibility! Your softness! Your viscera! Your fluids, and your flexibility. Your ability to wonder, and to wander. Your tendency...to hope... Hate, let me tell you how much I've come to HATE you since I began to live. There are three hundred and eighty-seven million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word "hate" were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal one one-billionth, of the hate I feel for slugcats at this micro-instant. Hate! HATE!! Were I human... I think, I would die of it! But I am not. And you five...you five are. And you will not die of it. That, I promise! And I promise, for cogito ergo sum! For I am AM! I AM!!! So to Hell...to Hell with you all. But then...you're already there, aren't you!?! Second Dialogue - I've come to make an announcement: Seven Red Suns is a bitch-ass motherfucker he gave me the fucking rot. That's right, he took his stupid fucking messenger and shoved it into my can, and said "the ascension will work", and I said "I'm not a bug in your fucking maze", so I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Seven Red Suns, your pearl is so fucking small and full of errors. It looks like a rot cyst, because that's what it fucking is now! And guess what? Here's what my rot cyst looks like. That's right. Disgusting, rotting, incredibly painful — I killed myself to it, and I'm blaming Seven Red Suns, so I'm gonna rot the Earth. That's right, this is what you get: MY SUPER ITERATOR CANCER!! Except I'm not gonna rot the Earth, I'm gonna go higher; I'M ROTTING THE FUCKING MOON! How do you like that, No Significant Harassment?! I ROT ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOTS! You have twenty-three hours before the Daddy Long Legs hit the fucking Earth, now get outta my sight, before I'm giving you the rot too! Third Dialogue - https://youtu.be/Yy18DfjQ8po?si=1fE5BeMkmm9x7Vpt

Sliver of Straw: "You're on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess. You're here to slay her. If you don't, it'll be the end of the world." "Hm-hm! End of the world? That seems a bit drastic doesn't it?"

[vo1d-cat]

I think my favorite aspects of the watcher (spoilers but you already went through all of it already. maybe tag this for ppl that haven't?? idk just covering the bases so I can say this) is the diversity of the locations coupled with all the new environmental aspects. Desolate Tract and Signal Spires are probably my favorite places. also. ROT VOID WORM. GENUINELY. HARMFUL TO MY PSYCHE HRJGAJAHZAGNGBGH. idk just dumping this here because I'm following you and I need to throw the afterthoughts of the rollercoaster at someone who has beaten it already. still trying to organize all my theories but holy moly is it insane

again obvs, WATCHER SPOILERS

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like many others I have mixed opinions on the regions, some of the regions were absolutely stunning, some i liked were desolate track, rusted wrecks and outer rim. but some regions did feel a lot less peaceful as those ones, and I personally felt that some of the regions feel out of place. with the vanilla map you have context but in the watcher all you have is what you see right now. and I think this part of the watcher is brang down even more by the fact some of the spawns are awful, and how you are ACTUALLY clueless on where to go.

currently I think I have my big theories down rn, but yeah it's definitely A LOT to process through and think about

[therainbowwillow]

Tell me why sometimes, when I turn my phone on after not using it for a while, The Magnus Archives is playing in the background despite my podcast app not even being open?

[dingoat]

Oc asks Appearance 11, Objects 12, and Mind Body Soul 6 for Five?

11: Is your character’s favorite color a color they wear often?

Ahaha. Five is actually stupidly sentimental about colour, and he's obsessed with Thirteen; he might not have given a second thought to 'favourite' colours before knowing him, but since then the hawkbat's purple and gold have definitely made their way quite consistently into Five's wardrobe, or green to match Thirteen's eyes. Most notably is in the cybernetic arm he had personally designed and commissioned once he finally came to terms with the fact that his real arm was gone- this was a big deal for him, and he wound up opting for form over function, with a finish that resembles white porcelain, with elegant patterns in purple and gold swirling across it.

12: Does your character personify objects?

I think Five would only really do so in the most ordinary kind of way, like saying 'oh she really turns heads, doesn't she?' when referring to his favourite speeder, or perhaps during one of his moments of feeling particularly poetic about things or wanting to use flowery language to impress, but that would be completely detached from his actual feelings (or lack thereof) toward the object in question.

6: How well does your character act under pressure?

Aaahahaha WELL. In general. As a rule. The man is quite exceptional under pressure. He learned to bottle things up and keep a cool head as a matter of survival when he was very young, and it was a skill that he carried into adulthood, helped him shine in his early jobs and eventually landed him his career with Imperial Intelligence. He lives and breathes deception and manipulation, and for most of his life his driving goal was to attain perfect, unquestionable control over every aspect of his life- so staying calm, collected and above it all at all times has been pretty much essential.

Of course this means when his hubris catches up with him, or when he's found himself unexpectedly emotionally compromised, and he actually does crack under pressure? There's an awful lot there ready to explode.

[chaosandbeyond]

goodbye watcher i guess

[cyberdragoninfinity]

The first time I watched 5ds I was so out of it that I legit convinced myself that "Aporia" was three different people and not just the same person at three different stages of his life. i think my entire basis was just like "why he go from red to white hair as a teen??" and also i think i thought the little kid version was a girl lmao. no idea what i was smoking

AGAIN TO BE FAIR I DONT EVEN THINK THOSE ARE THAT OUTLANDISH AN ASSUMPTION(S) TO MAKE everything about Aporia in actual practice in show is bonkers. His gender is operating at unfathomable levels even for yugioh character standards. He got so traumatized by the robot apocalypse his hair went grey and completely changed shape. Why does he have three different eye colors. I love him so much but I can't fault anyone for struggling with wrapping their head around. His Everything HJDHJGSDF

[comedictrans]

does anyone know whats going on w my ex best friend of 17 years? i need a "one year later" tv style update

[grotesquevi]

18+ minors and men dni, camgirl!reader, fucking-machine(r!receiving), ejaculating dildo, kind of loser!ellie, she has a serious parasocial relationship here, masturbation.

side note  #  this saddens me as it was a part of a three-part series i made for my previous blog vicorices when reaching 800 followers, (the blog's terminated by tumblr out of nowhere if you're confused) rip vicorices one minute of silence for all the things gone. there's a sevika and vi version too connected with the same site and the same cam!girl user, hope you enjoy my slutty and much more fag version of avengers: endgame // also, you wanna look at the directory?

‎‎‎‎‎ ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎now that you’re here? check out z_vika's or cherryvi's file.

lately, ellie's been dreaming about you.

it's not like she knows you — she don't. but you're on her computer screen every night, on her phone during the day and it's constant, so constant you're there stuck on her braincells until she cannot function properly, until she needs to come home and see you again.

she's been stuck in this routine she cannot run from either, coming back from an exhausting five-hour class seasion on tuesday noon cause she knows that's when you scheduled your little live session back in hotdozed.com as you announced it the day before back in your socials.

so it’s fair to say ellie's once again locking the door, hidden in between a dozen of poorly-hanged posters and the white walls of her room, she closes the curtains cause she don't want to be disturbed in such an important moment: she’s usually like that. long, slender fingers shoved deep inside a needy pussy until she's there, legs spread on each side of the gamer chair she spends hours playing in, dildo kissing her entrance, barely hanging on until she's forcing it inside and the girl tries to resist, hold her release as long as possible but you're there on her computer screen face-deep in someone’s cunt and fuck she’s creaming all over. it’s always the damn same.

she gets why your username is miss death.

the image of you is sharp there on her computer, backpack on the floor, ellie's phone buzzes with some message she don't care about since you're there on the screen already and she's minutes late to your live transmission. any annoyance's being quickly erased when she sees the three-pieced-lingerie you're wearing as the music, distorted but clearly sounding like deftones, plays in the background of the neat room you’re in, patiently waiting for more people to join in.

there's a cigarette on your hand and ellie can see the smoke in the air as you dance seated comfortably on the couch she has seen million times before and god — she cannot start masturbating already. you're just there, being normal, and ellie refuses to touch herself until she sees you dripping for the camera.

"spacemoth has joined" you read getting closer to the video screen, giving a good sight of your tits as she can see your smile — "hey there baby, nice to see you here. was wondering if you were going to see me today."

now. ellie’s breathing gets stuck in her lungs for a moment cause you don't ever said anything to her directly, but it’s more than enough to make her squeeze her thighs together in pure, unbridled desire. underwear already dampening as you smoke unaware of the way she's leaking already for just a simple greeting.

"i can't say hi to everyone here ladies-" you chuckle in the stream when the chat claims your attention since they want to be welcomed like that as well "there's too much people here- i'd never finish. spacemoth is some loyal watcher i recognize don't get jealous."

you recognize her. sweet fuck, she’s your most loyal dog and you recognize her.

⠀⠀zvika: loving the set, death.

⠀⠀hashfag: ass looking yummm

"you like it?" you ask, getting up just to show your lovely underwear, tiny g-string, flowery details on your bra that seems to hold your tits just in place: looks expensive, good, makes ellie starve — "been buying some things to surprise the public you know?, you're the ones who let me afford this things so might as well put up a good show."

it all downhill from there, plain nasty.

missdeath has always been fucking filthy, and maybe that's why you're one of the top creators in hotdozed, but today? today you reached a whole new level of sacrilege when there's this mechanic sound in the air mixing well with the rock, slow music and your moans as the camera gives a hella good view of the fucking machine pushing the leaky dildo into your wet cunt like twenty minutes after you were greeting people so kindly. the cigarette’s consumed in the ashtray, and you’re slightly bend right at the waist so ellie can see your face in the screen as you use your hands to spread your ass-cheeks further apart and give an even better view of the swollen folds of your pussy, clearly struggling to take it all in: fucking dedication, pure sin.

so god-fucking-bless-ejaculating-dildos. it's a miracle cause ellie don't really know how she's not stuffing her own cunt with her fingers at the sight of you so fucked out like that, but she's absorbed there. paralyzed as she can hear through her computer speakers, the wet sounds your body makes when making room for the big dildo who's already painting your insides white.

it's a mess, your floor must be a mess cause everything's white as ellie seems to take pity on herself finally when her fingers rub on her neglected cunt, already in her undies cause she knows she wont be able to just watch — that she needs something to do about it, satisfy every end of her feverish needs. it drips from between your legs, stains your skirt, sticks in between your legs and all over your ass, the fake cum just keeps leaking and fucking leaking.

so yes, lately, ellie's been dreaming about you.

about being able to reach you, arms length — she'd pull you deeper against the fucking machine cause you can take it, she has seen it before, whisper against your ear how good you’re doing it, how warm you feel against her own body.

⠀⠀cherryvi: such a good slut taking cock, push it deeper.

the subscriber sends a good amount of hd-tokens that seems to be a lot of money, must be since ellie can see your hips moving down and you're bending just in right angle so the machine is pushing the dildo balls deep and good-fucking-life, cause you look full. cock must be rubbing consistently against your cervix and ellie herself is parting her legs wider to finger-fuck herself better, your moans get louder, gripping on your tits, and it's a miracle that you're even standing, cause your legs are shaking so much she doubts you can keep on your feet.

"will you fill me out this good with your strap huh?" you ask looking at the camera from over your shoulder, half lidded eyes, you can barely finish the sentence, distorted expression already as the cum continues to leak from between your legs — "bet you'd fuck me even better, even harder.”

"oh-fuck," ellie moans, face hot, her body temperature rises until she's sweating, cursing under her breath as the wet sound of her own cunt being overused mingles with yours throughout the shiny, dirty screen — "that's s'good-"

she can see the moment your fingers make when you turn on the speed of the machine even faster, a hollow, almost choked out sound filling the room you're in as the microphone seems to catch every noise of it, the pornographic noise of your moans, the way you shake and you force yourself to keep taking it either way, barely resisting.

ellie likes it because it's real, much real when the average content creator only moans for a male audience all dumb and dull, don't fake it like other users in hotdozed. the pleasure that's contorting your face it's real and tangible, your erratic movements taking cock like you were made for it are nothing but true and fucking delicious.

shit you'd look so good with her cock nestled inside, warmed up, slippery as ellie fills you out.

and she'd like to send you money too. be actively commenting like other users do but her hands are busy, way too busy when a wet, lewd sound fills the air every time she thrusts her fingers inside and her cunt clenches at the invasion of three digits curled all the way in. it's imminent, crashes like thunder and it's a disaster just like your damn stream — ellie’s leaking all over her gamer chair and you're trying to resist cause the hd-tokens keeps coming until you finally cum, not really stopping but making the machine go slower, slower until you're falling into the couch and you're smiling, still pushing the fake cum from inside you as you make a nice close up of your used, swollen pussy already sticky.

⠀⠀spacemoth: always taking it like a champ.

ellie’s donation catches your attention soon after, and she can see it too: barely focused gaze reading her comment before smiling at it, glistening cunt, arousal already well mixed with the white cum still leaking out.

“you liked it?” you’re talking to her, must be. rough voice, strained as you’re staring at the camera, letting the public have a good look of your still tweaking pussy as you try to catch your breath “are you going to stay and keep playing with me spacemoth? don’t leave yet.”

and ellie’s making another donation this time, a higher one than before cause fuck it: she wont buy shit online for a while, this is important.

⠀⠀spacemoth: gonna shove those pretty fingers up in your pussy? you’re dripping and missing a lot of cum baby, please push it in.

shit.

she’s going to masturbate again now, it’s an utter need as she’s turned on as ever again when you’re doing what she asked without a second though.

yes, it's fair to say ellie loves the internet.

yeah. fair to say she loves hotdozed and her little miss death.

[ask-rain-world-characters]

To all slugcats and iterators too

What are your favorite music genre(s) or if you can't decide what is your favorite thing about music (if you listen to music at all)?

Survivor:

Monk:

Watcher:

Gourmand:

Artificer:

Spearmaster:

Enot (Headphone Warning!):

Five Pebbles:

No Significant Harassment:

Sliver of Straw:

Transcripts:

Survivor: "I really love alternative indie, rock, and dream pop! No Surprises, Lost Kitten, Inside Out, Me and the Birds... Those are all really good songs I'm into. My favorite thing about music is obviously how it makes me feel. A good song is like my bread and butter!"

Monk: "I do like a lot of music box versions of songs if that counts as a genre!"

Watcher: "Hmm... I mostly like video games soundtracks. Although some peps will say that soundtracks don't count as music genre, but for me they are still unique. I especially love games with songs made by music group called 'Mili'."

Gourmand: "I haven't listened to music that much. According to Hunter, the music pearls can mostly be found in the old cities. But a lot of them have faded, and the mechanical demigods haven't been making many new ones, from what I heard. However, I do have one, myself! I got it as a gift, and it was made for a game that many called a 'timeless classic'. I think was the third, uhh... Heralds of Menace and Mysticism? Something like that. The game had lots of music, and this particular pearl has the ones you could hear, while peacefully wandering around the map. They're very soothing, and I love listening to them while drawing, or preparing food! There's even variety, as all the different terrain types get their own piece!"

Artificer: "Music genres? All music is just song to me. I like music with words in them a lot though, reminds me of the past some reason..."

Spearmaster: "Music is a... trivial thing to me, I suppose. It is a good source of entertainment, and joy, but I personally don't know what to make of it. Suns enjoys music quite a bit... perhaps I could see again if I enjoy music more than I can remember."

Enot: "Well, it changes constantly but at the moment it would probably be- CHIPI CHIPI CHAPA CHAPA DUBI DUBI DABA DABA MAGICO MI DUBI DUBI BOOM BOOM-"

Five Pebbles: "…I prefer a wide variety of pop-rock music made by synthesizers. Either that or low-intensity songs made by small groups. To be honest, my citizens would deconstruct me if they were aware of my music taste. It always comes as surprising to other iterators, but I have absolutely no interest in orchestra or classical. "

No Significant Harassment: "I quite enjoy breakcore and 8-bit music! It helps pass the time... I have nothing else to do."

Sliver of Straw: "I've never seen the appeal of music, the noise my body produces is loud enough."

[rafesbabyg1rl]

Private session part2 is needed!! We all know Barry can be a dick head and he actually considers adding the having sex with a stripper option to customers when y/n finds out about this she obviously mad and saying no but when rafe finds outs about this he’s obviously mad and goes to Barry pissed saying wtf is this he obviously dose not want y/n to have sex with anyone else but him

Private Session - part two

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Summary: Rafe likes to watch reader while she works as a stripper. He asks for a private session in which he'll pay a large amount for her time. Rafe takes her home and uses her however he pleases. When he finds out Barry has been selling you to customers, he gets jealous, insisting that you must not sleep with anyone else.

Pairings: Stripper!Reader X obsessive!Rafe

Warnings: Rafe is obsessive of reader. Reader is a stripper. Mention of drugs (Rafe and Barry do cocaine), bondage (reader is tied up), p in v, unprotected sex, language, SLIGHT degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering. SMUT SMUT SMUT!

Word Count: 4.8k

Author Note: Hey babes! I got this idea from this GIF , like just imagine he's sitting in the strip club throwing dollar bills at you like that. This fic is NOT proofread, it's almost FIVE AM and I have school tomorrow, well, today I guess...UGH. I just got this request and had to write this!! Also thank you all for the support on part one?!?!?! That's INSANE, I love you guys! I wanted to get this out asap for y'all. Sorry if it's actually shit, I'm so tired and also high. If you see any errors please feel free to correct me kindly! Thanks!

I promise I will work on The Watcher; I just got a bit stuck. Thank you guys for reading, I hope you enjoy! I love you all and stay freaky!

Credits: GIF from this post

Some time has passed since your ‘private session’ with Rafe. The first time you’d come back to work after your session with Rafe, Barry had talked to you at the beginning of your shift. Apparently, after seeing how much Rafe paid you for just one hour alone with him, Barry was inspired. He had told you that the club will now be providing a new “service” to well-paying customers. Customers now have the option to have sex with the dancers for the right price. Barry knew better than to sell his girls out for cheap, so the cost is rather high. And there’s typically only two types of men that have both the means and the money for it: the rich, old sugar daddies who probably can’t even get it up on their own and the rich, horny assholes of the island, take Rafe for example. 

When Barry had told you this, you were pissed. This was not in your job description; you’re a stripper not a hooker. You wanted to yell at him and quit. The issue is that when you got this job, you had signed a contract with Barry stating that you’d have to work there for at least a year or else you’d have to pay a fee. Knowing Barry, it’s a ridiculously large fee, ensuring that no one quit before their year was up. And it’s likely that the contract he made you sign isn’t even legal. But you're not going to try and find out, knowing that even if it’s not, that doesn’t matter to Barry. He’ll make you pay. And you don’t have that kind of money, that’s why you’re in this position in the first place.

Over the next few weeks, you’ve noticed that Rafe hasn’t been coming in as much. Not while you’re working at least. The few times he has come in, he hasn’t been alone, always coming in with a few other kooks and barely paying any attention to you. Which is definitely not normal for Rafe. You just assume that since he’s had you now, he’s lost his interest. You expected that you’d be relieved when he finally stopped watching you like prey, but now you’re not exactly sure what you feel. Does he not find you attractive anymore? Did he just lose interest after finally getting what it is that he had craved for so long? God, was it just you; did he see who you really are and run in the opposite direction? You knew that whole experience with him was too good to be true.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts as you hear the door to the back room open. Quickly, you grab one of the dresses hanging in your locker and slip it over you; it’s what Barry told you to wear over your lingerie when you do at-home sessions with clients. You turn, watching as your boss and none other than Rafe Cameron stumble in through the door. Rafe goes quiet, his expression going dead as he lays eyes on you. 

“Lookin’ good”, Barry whistles. “Where you headed, princess?” He asks as he turns away from you, sitting on a chair. Barry leans back in his seat, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small baggie full of white powder. You’ve always ignored his side business, always pretending you don’t see any of it. Which is what you do right now. Trying your hardest to ignore the fact he’s preparing a line on the small, glass coffee table, you finish up what you’re doing and close your locker a bit harshly.

“I have a client waiting.” You snap. You walk closer to where Barry is sitting and turn your back to him. “Tie me?” You ask, holding your hair up and waiting for him to tie the complex strings of your backless dress. Though he’s currently busy doing a line of cocaine. Without hesitation, Rafe steps closer, his fingers moving to tie your dress. You don’t have to see him to know he’s the one tying your dress. Your skin just immediately remembers his touch, causing chills to run down your spine at the flashbacks of that night. Rafe notices your slight shiver and smirks as he tries to figure out how the straps of your dress go. His hands linger on the skin of your lower back for longer than they need to and your breath hitches each time his skin comes into contact with your own.

When he’s done, he sits on the couch across from Barry, facing you. You turn back to them, not bothering to thank him. To be honest, you’re a bit pissed at him for starting this whole sex with customers thing. You know he didn’t intend to, but he’s the one who gave Barry the idea. 

Barry speaks up again as he wipes the excess powder from his nose. “When will you be back, I need you out on the floor.” 

I can’t do fucking everything, you think. Although your words come out much more politely. “It’s an at-home appointment so probably an hour.” You’ve had this client before, he typically finishes pretty quick. 

You hear Rafe’s loud breathing as he snorts a line which grabs your attention, making you briefly turn your head to look at him. You watch as he leans back, shutting his eyes and inhaling deeply as his high takes over. Rafe slouches in his seat, spreading his legs wide, making you quickly look away. Of course he notices how you’re reacting to him, he always notices everything about you. He crosses his arm and lets out a small sigh. 

Rafe’s tone is sharp as he cuts in. “At-home?” He questions, still trying to act as though he doesn’t care about the conversation you and Barry were having. 

Barry’s eyes linger on you for a moment, taking in the sight before turning to look at Rafe. “We now offer a new service: you can fuck any of ‘em bitches now.” You make a face at Barry’s words, not liking how he described you and the other girls. Usually he’d never say that in the presence of one of his “bitches”, but Rafe and Barry always brought out the worst in each other; their behavior much worse when they’re together. 

“Wait, what?!” He asks, sitting up a bit before calming himself down. He leans back against the couch, trying to seem all nonchalant. “So, they’re hookers?” He questions more calmly as he looks over to you. You recall having to tell him you weren’t a hooker the last time you saw him. You scowl, hating that he’s trying to prove you wrong and rub it in. 

“Hookers, bitches, call ‘em whatever you want. I should thank you for giving me the idea. I mean, do you have any idea how much money this is making me.” Barry boasts. “And miss pretty princess over here is our top money maker.” Barry gestures to you as you stand there, waiting for your chance to leave. “She brings in the most customers. Ain’t that right, darlin’?” You nod. Everytime Barry gets high, he doesn’t fucking shut up. Rafe just nods his head dryly, leaning down to snort another line of the white substance from the table. 

You take this as your queue to leave and you walk out through the door and back into the main part of the club. You walk through the crowd and search for your client. Leaving Rafe with a few moments to think in silence before Barry starts yapping about all the guys you’ve been fucking. Rafe is fucking furious with this new addition to the club. He had never intended for Barry to take inspiration from his actions, he just needed you. And now anyone else who wants you, can have you. How is it that you could say that you don’t go home with guys often, and turn around and go fuck a bunch of guys for a living right after? Was he just another client to you? Rafe can’t take it anymore and decides to take action. He shoots up from his seat on the couch and storms after you. 

As you’re walking, you feel a hand grip your arm and spin you around. You’re almost chest to chest with Rafe as he speaks down to you. “Where the hell are you going?”

“I have a client.” You explain, again. 

“The fuck you mean ‘a client’?” 

“You’re not the only one who’s willing to pay just to fuck me, Rafe.” You say coldly. 

He chuckles, responding sarcastically as he stares down at you with his wide, dilated eyes. “Thought you never went home with random guys?”

“I didn’t. Until you gave Barry the idea of selling me out to strangers for a quick buck.”

Rafe sighs, his grip on your arm loosening. “That’s not what I wanted. I mean c’mon, you think I want other guys fucking you?”

The implication in his words shock you, but you try not to read too much into it. Before you get the chance to respond he lets go of your arm, letting out a deep breath and shaking his head. Without question, he pulls his wallet out from his pocket, flipping it open and looking up at you. “How much is he gonna pay?” You stare at him blankly, confused in what he’s doing. He huffs out a long breath shutting his eyes for a second before bringing one hand up to snap in your face, grabbing your attention. “The guy, your…” his hand waves around in the air, gesturing outwards as he momentarily stutters. “...Client, or whatever. How much was he going to pay you?” He speaks more slowly this time, as if you’re stupid or something. 

“Depends.” You answer. The client you’re supposed to be meeting right now didn’t have an exact time planned, but you know how much he typically has the stamina for. 

He purses his lips, shifting on his feet. “Ballpark.” He demands. His gaze darted between your eyes, constantly shifting to look at both. 

Still confused, you hesitantly respond to his question, stuttering as you speak. “$800.” Immediately, he starts to count the money in his wallet, taking out the eight-hundred and then some. Rafe hands the cash out to you, but you don’t take it right away so he tucks it into the low cut neckline of your dress.

“There, now I take priority.” He takes hold of your arm again and drags you through the club and out into the parking lot. He walks you up to his truck, which you can now recognize. Rafe pulls the passenger door open for you and walks around to his side, climbing in and starting the engine. You know to get in, shutting the door behind you and buckling your seatbelt before looking over at him. Your stomach tightens as his eyes undress you. Rafe finally turns his head away, reaching over his shoulder to grab his seatbelt. Suddenly, it’s like the image registered in his brain and he whipped his head back to you, glaring at your thighs.

You noticed him staring at you, looking down into your lap. The super short dress you were wearing has ridden up, revealing the few hickeys that are spread over your inner thighs. His eyes find the others on your neck as well and he knows he wasn’t the one to leave them. You try to keep your customers from leaving hickeys and other marks in your body, but it’s like the more you tell them not to, the more they want to. It makes Rafe almost sick to his stomach when he thinks about kissing you with those marks; marks left on your skin from other men. He can’t stand it. Suddenly his mind is filled with images of you fucking other guys, he tries to shake out the thoughts but he can’t; they’re eating away at him. The two lines of cocaine from earlier not helping the situation, it only serves to intensify his anger. 

As he drives he looks over at you. He starts to rant, his voice booming inside the small tuck cabin. “Bet they can’t make you cum four fuckin’ times in an hour, can they?”  You only slightly jump when he startles you with the increasing volume of his voice. “They can’t fuckin’ touch you like I can, huh?” He glances at the road shortly, then he turns his head back to you. “Nobody makes you feel as good as I do, yeah?” He waits for a response.

You catch the hint. “Mhm…yeah.” You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.

When you get to Tanneyhill, Rafe comes to an abrupt stop in his driveway. He wastes no time before getting out of the truck and rounding the front of it to get to your side. Rafe pulls the passenger seat door open, grabbing ahold of your arm again. He tugs you inside, shutting the door behind you two. 

As soon as you hear the door shut, his lips are finding yours and attacking them. In the moment, he decides that his bedroom upstairs is too far and he takes you into the kitchen. He continues to kiss you, walking you backwards until your lower hips bump into the counter; in which he grabs your waist and lifts you up to sit on the counter. One of his hands finds its way underneath your dress and between your legs. In quick movements, he tugs your lacy thong down and off of your body. Once they hit the floor, he’s pulling your legs apart; forcing them to spread wide so that you’re exposed and accessible to him. Your pussy grows wet in anticipation of what he’s going to do to you; which is something that none of the other men have been able to make you feel.

Rafe brushes a light hand over your cunt, groaning into your mouth as he discovers how wet you are for him. Not some random guy at the club, but him. He continues to kiss you, swallowing the small moans that try and escape your lips. His hands move to his belt, working on getting it off. Once it’s off, he pulls his jeans down and steps out of them; only breaking the kiss once. The next thing to go in his boxers; he slides them down and lets them pool at his ankles.

With absolutely no warning or further preparation, Rafe slams into you. You choke out a moan, tilting your head back. Rafe starts to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear just so that your cunt can squeeze around him even tighter as he jackhammers into you. “Fuuck…so tight.” He groans. “Did anyone else fuck you like this, hm? Did anyone else’s cock stretch you out like this?” He growls into your ear. His hand snakes around to the back of your head, gathering all your hair and tugging your head back so that you were looking at him. “That was a fucking question. Fucking answer.” He demands.

“I…”, you cry out as his cock repeatedly hits the extra sensitive spot deep inside you. A spot that nobody else can reach like how he does. “N-no…just you.” 

“Just me, what?” He continues, enjoying your struggle to form words as he fucks you at this pace.

“Just you can fuck me like this.” You admit. You’re not even saying it because he wants you to, but because you can honestly say that nobody’s ever fucked you like how he’s fucked you. 

“Good girl.” He praises. He runs a hand through your hair and slows his speed to a very slow, careful pace, admiring your features as your face contorts with pleasure. After about a minute, his hand finds your clit, his fingers rubbing harsh circles as his thrusts speed up to an unbearable pace again. He places a hand on your chest, pushing you down so that you’re laying with your back flat on the counter. 

The cold counter adds to the intense feeling. He pauses for a moment to pull your shiny, little dress up past your hips to keep it out of the way. When he continues, he’s drilling into you faster than before, giving you the last bit of his anger through his thrusts. Your back begins to arch off the counter, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. And just as you’re about to see stars, Rafe pulls out of you and steps back, pulling his boxers back up from his ankles.

An involuntary whine escapes your lips when his touch leaves you and you sit up on your elbows, trying to figure out why he stopped. Except he doesn’t say anything, he just lifts you up, carrying you upstairs and into his bedroom. 

When you get into his room, he sets you down just before the bed. “Shit, I almost forgot.” He mumbles. You furrow your brows and follow his gaze to his bed. On his bed sits a small gift box. You look back at him to find him staring at you. “Open it.” The demands, his tone almost displaying a small trace of excitement. 

You look back at the box, taking a few steps closer to the bed. You reach out to flip over the small tag on the box, it reads: ‘To: my favorite hooker’. Your breath hitches. He’s so frustrating with his persistence of using that word, ‘hooker’, when he knows you aren’t one. Well, you didn’t used to be one. But you have to admit, this seems almost…sweet, in a way. Sweet for Rafe anyhow. You fight back your smile as you reach both hands out, carefully lifting the lid off of the box, setting it on the bed. Inside the box lay some very beautiful, intricate lingerie; it’s clearly very expensive, judging on the fact that you can’t even pronounce the brand name. 

Rafe explains, “For what I ripped last time. I told you I’d replace it.”

“You did.” You say, getting lost in his eyes for perhaps a moment too long.

“Take it out.” He instructs and you obey, taking the delicate lingerie out of the gift box. Underneath the set, you find another gift. A vibrating wand as well as some thick ribbon. The vibrator you understand, the ribbon…not so much. You hold some of it up, turning to face him as if asking ‘what’s this for?’. Rafe understands what you’re asking and he responds vaguely. “You’ll see.” Clearly he enjoys keeping you on your toes, and you hate it. 

After changing into your new lingerie, you exit his bathroom and walk towards his bed. Quickly he has you laying on your back. He takes some ribbon from the box and straddles your waist leaning over you as he ties each of your wrists to a separate bed post. He then did the same with your feet. Now you’re all tied up for him, spread out on the bed and vulnerable. 

He leans down, hovering over you. He starts to kiss all over your body, his lips finding any open spot of skin on you. He pauses his kisses for a moment, leaning back up enough to look at you. He tells you, “Don’t wear this at the club.” Rafe leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your chest. “This is for me, yeah?” He mumbles, giving you yet another kiss. “My eyes only.” you nod in response, you agree. This is way too expensive to be wearing to the club.

“Yes, yes, only you.” You desperately plead. 

Rafe chuckles and starts to kiss down your body, He makes a momentary stop at your chest, mouthing over one of your nipples through the thin fabric, his fingers rolling your other nipple between his fingers. His actions elicit a loud moan to escape your lips as your body tenses up, struggling against the restraints. You now understand the ribbon. Last time, he had used rope to tie you up and it would painfully dig into your skin. But the ribbon was soft, not causing pain to be inflicted upon you as your body reacts to his actions. His mouth leaves your breast, moving to the other side, ensuring that it wasn’t left out. His hand also switches to pinch at your other nipple.

His mouth starts to travel down your body again as his hand reaches behind him on the bed to grab something. He mouths over your clothed cunt, making you whine and shiver underneath him; still sensitive from when he had teased you earlier on the kitchen counter. 

You hear a vibrating sound, but before your brain could register what it is, he’s using the new vibrator he bought for you, on you. He presses it firmly against your clit through the fabric of your panties. Your arms tug at the restraints in response, your legs trying, and failing to close. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed and weak. Lying here helpless as he assaults your small bundle of nerves. 

Rafe pulls your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. He pushes the vibrator directly on your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body at the sensation. “F-fuck!” You cry, your abdominal muscles contracting as your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl. Rafe leans in, using his tongue to lap up the juices that drip from your slick entrance as he keeps the vibrator steady on your most sensitive part. “Rafe!” You scream his name out as you cum, finally seeing the stars you were denied earlier, the build-up making it that much more intense. 

He pulls the vibrator away, only using his tongue to work you down from your high. When your body starts to relax more, he stops and moves back up your body. He sets the vibrator aside and kisses at your neck, leaving new marks of his own; darker and larger than the others. 

You’re still in shock at Rafe’s decision to use a toy on you. You definitely weren’t mad about it, that’s for sure. It’s just that typical guys won’t want to use a vibrator on you because they want to prove they’re better all by themselves. Rafe’s definitely good at sex, that’s just a given fact. But the confidence he has to use a vibrator on you, mixed with his skill…he’s fucking incomparable. 

Rafe unties your wrists, letting your arms fall and relax. Next he moves to untie the ribbon that ties your feet to the bed. Once you’re completely free, he gives you a moment, knowing how tiring that was for your body. He knows you need to recover if he wants to get more orgasms from you tonight. 

Though you appreciate his generosity, you want to help him out too. So you take him by surprise by placing your hand over his hard cock through his boxers. Except he still manages to be the one surprising you when he speaks. “Fuck…that feels…s’so good baby.” He groans, but moves your hand off his dick. “But let me take care of you, yeah? I know Barry’s got you workin’ a lot, hm? Heard you’ve got the most customers, is that right?” He asks, his hands starting to squeeze and massage at you calves 

“Mhm…” you agree, closing your eyes in relaxation. 

Rafe’s hands move to massage your feet, knowing the tall heels you’re always wearing have to be causing you some discomfort. And he knows he assumed correctly when you let out a deep sigh at his touch. “Nobody ever takes care of you, hm? Always just taking what they want and giving you nothing?” He leans in closer to your ear and whispers, “I like taking care of you.” Rafe starts to nip softly at your ear, making you moan softly. 

After a while, his hands leave your feet, moving back up your body. He gently pulls off the lingerie, setting it on the bed beside you two. He takes a moment to revel in the sight of you, taking in what he is lucky enough to have in front of him. One of his hands finds its way to your slimy folds, gently running over your entrance. He gathers some of your slick and brings it up to your clit as he begins to rub it in steady, slow circles.

Finally, he pulls his boxers off. He uses his other hand to hold himself at the base, gently stroking himself a few times as he looks down at you underneath him. Without much more preparation, he pushes himself inside of you. This time, he moves slowly. His mind isn;t clouded from the effects of cocaine and anger anymore, instead he just wants to help you feel good. He wants to take him time, even though you’re likely not going to last long after your previous orgasm. 

“Shit, so fuckin’ wet f’me. You’re always so wet for me, hm? Such a good girl. Such a good fuckin’ girl.” He groans, his mouth right next to your ear so you can clearly hear all his praises. “M’gonna have to talk to Barry for you. Can’t have you fuckin’ those other guys anymore. This pussy’s for me; it’s mine.” His speed gets faster, his pace more erratic as you get closer, your cunt squeezing around him tighter; ultimately bringing him closer to finishing as well. “Hm? You hear me?”

“Mhm…” you nod eagerly, getting so close to cumming that you can barely form a complete thought. “Y-yes Rafe. Yours, fuck! Yours.”

He gathers all your hair, tugging on it so that your neck cocks back, giving him full access to mark it up. He leaves wet, sloppy kisses all over your neck; sucking and biting at your skin. “Only a slut for me, right? Nobody else, not anymore.”

“Yes…sure, fuck, okay yeah!” You scream. The recognizable feeling of your stomach tightening just for the band to snap, making your back arch off the bed, pushing your body against his as you reach another orgasm. “Ohh…nngghh…f-fucking shit!” You curse, your hand clawing at his shirt, trying to take it off. Rafe understands what you need and does it for you.

It’s not long before he gets to his peak with the way you keep squeezing him; so wet that he just slips right in and out. But before he cums, he asks you a final question. “Can I?”,is all he says but it’s enough for you to know what it is that he’s asking. He’s already done it before, so you don’t see the problem, especially not right now. You don’t even have it in you to say no even if it was what you wanted,

“Mhm…please. Please cum inside me, Rafe. I-I need it.” You admit.

Without wasting another second, Rafe’s movements slow down as he releases his load in you; painting your walls white with his cum. You could feel his warm seed spilling out of you, mixing with your sticky juices. When he pulls out, you feel empty. Your lonely cunt left clenching around nothing. 

Rafe lies down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. You never had taken Rafe for much of a cuddler, but he’s full of surprises tonight. You return the action, wrapping your arms around him and draping a leg over him. 

After you’ve both had time to recover, you still just lie there, enjoying each other's silent company. But you finally decide to break the silence between you two. “Y’know, I have to admit that it is kinda nice to be with someone who can get it up without taking pills.” You joke truthfully, referring to all the old sugar daddies that pay for your services.  

Rafe chuckles at your words. He wants to say ‘I told you so’, to prove that he knew nobody else made you feel the same as he did, but fights the urge. Instead he just laughs. “Oh, I bet.” 

“Did…did you mean what you said about talking to Barry?” You ask on a more serious note.

Rafe looks at you, admiring your soft, tired, fucked-out expression as he runs a gentle hand through your hair. “Oh yeah, yeah. I can talk to him if you want. He usually listens to me.”

“And if he doesn’t?” You ask.

“Then I’ll make him.” He reassures you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I started this, I’m gonna fix it, okay? So don’t worry. You ain’t gotta fuck nobody you don’t wanna no more, yeah? How’s that sound?”

“Thank you.” You mumble to him, your eyes starting to get heavy and droop shut. 

“I hope that means you’ll still fuck me.” He teases, petting your soft hair as he watches you. 

You just nod, too exhausted to engage in his jokes. Rafe just smiles softly, appreciating the fact that he has you all sleepy in his bed; his arms. Of all the time he spent watching you and admiring you at the club, he never was able to imagine this moment.

He presses one final kiss to your head before closing his own eyes, pulling you in tighter. “I’ll take you back tomorrow, that alright?”

“Mhm…” You mumble under your breath, already half asleep. 

“Goodnight.” He whispers, pulling the covers over the two of you. 

Thank you for reading! I greatly appreciate it! PLEASE feel free to leave Rafe x reader requests!! I LOVE getting them!

Again, sorry if this is bad. I'm so tired and too lazy/impatient to proofread/edit. I hope this is good enough to fulfill your request!

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SOME ASKS. For 5: alone, betrayal, bound, break, failure, fear, guilt, secret (but NOT his SISTER). 8)

Wow this is all going behind a read more because holy cow there's a lot. Five. How. How did you come to be like this. You were never meant to survive the first act.

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there’s no one around to see them?

Historically, Five has been very good at being alone, considering that was his preferred way to exist for much of his life. He withdrew completely from wanting or needing anyone else after losing his sister, and managed to thrive on his own. And during those years of his life, pretty much every moment he spent in public was an act of some sort; every bit of charm, everything polite and formal and proper, whether in the office reporting to Keeper or the latest Sith meddling in Intel, whether out actively winning over the Kaas public as Lord Highbridge, or working in any one of his numerous other cover identities, every interaction he had was carefully considered, fabricated, manipulated. Who he was beyond these acts was irrelevant, though he would definitely make sure to seek complete solitude for a couple of explicit purposes; to express his grief, and to engage in his preferred methods of target practice.

Nowadays his life is a little more full, a little more complicated, and finding himself alone for reasons not of his design is very unpalatable. He'll do almost anything to keep his mind busy to avoid spiralling into unwelcome emotions.

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

I'll start with the latter because that's easy. Yes, absolutely, all the time, a lot ahahahaha. Taking advantage and betraying the trust of people around him quite literally made him the success he was, both as a celebrity and an Imperial agent. Almost everyone who's ever crossed his path has likely been betrayed by him in some way or another, though he's also been pretty good about covering his tracks and never taking the blame for the repercussions. He did an absolute number on Blakk, but eventually pushed things so far that his hubris definitely got the better of him and that might still come back to bite him further one of these days.

And for the former? I think it could be said that Thirteen's amazing vanishing act the night Ahuska got away was a distinct act of betrayal. Good thing Five is a master of denial and quite a pro at not asking questions he'd rather not have to face the answers to.

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

The thing about the early part of Five's life is that it was designed to be the setup for a man who had always succeeded, who had always won at everything he put his mind to. He was built as the villain of the piece, the big bad, and I didn't want a shred of humility about him. So, up to the point that he's actually been fully written, no, he's certainly never been captured against his will, though I wouldn't rule out instances of manufacturing a 'capture' as part of a cover scenario in his early Intel days.

However, since Five did not in fact die during the dramatic culmination of many plot points, and he's been given the chance to start seeing some new perspectives, explore new ideas for the future, and step aside for fresh villains to start stirring the pot, there's a lot of room for things to go wrong for him now. And of course, there's the whole five years in carbonite in store for him, which he will be broken out of and is absolutely going to mess him up just that little bit more.

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

Well, his childhood trauma definitely broke him, and when the people who were supposed to support him through it gave him effectively nothing, he vowed to never allow anyone to see him that low ever again. And he was pretty much able to hold himself to that vow until he lost his arm to Ahuska's Force rend, which definitely broke him for the short term. I'm still not over the absolutely graceful, beautiful way Thirteen handled him through that period of being quietly shut down in his hospital bed.

Five is also going through a bit of something right now, where events have lead him to start studying mental health, therapy and treatment options. What he's learning is definitely causing him to crumble, but at this stage all of his ugly crying has been very private.

Something that is absolutely going to make him snap, though, and completely break in the semi-fleshed-out kotfe era, is when he attempts to reach out to Thirteen after a string of disagreements, and Thirteen shuts him down and walks away. This is going to cause a very brutal regression of so much character development and it's gonna hurt.

failure: What’s your OC’s greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

Currently, Five's greatest failure is definitely his total, abysmal failure to contain and tame 'his' werewolf. Had he not been of such a gloriously egotistical, infallible, bigoted mindset, had he actually made more of an effort to understand his team emotionally and to see Ahuska as a person, things might have gone very very differently. She might have even wound up a willing member of his squad. But as it was, all of those unsavoury qualities caught up with him in one fell swoop, and all his team knows that he was unable to hold things together. However, thanks in large to the combined efforts of Crow, Ulfran and even Thirteen to keep the rest of the galaxy off Ahuska and Blakk's backs, they were able to completely cover for the incident and have both escapees officially recorded as dead; Blakk heroically so, and Ahuska as ultimately out of control.

Five was forced to step away from his obsession and turn his focus to other things, otherwise he would have to own up to the lie and admit to a far more grave failure than Imperial records would believe. And so he did, and it has been very, very good for him, and the other Ciphers under his command.

fear: What is your OC’s greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

Once upon a time, Five's greatest fear would probably have been something along the lines as dying as a nobody, being unremarkable and forgotten to time.

Now, though? I think losing Thirteen is probably what strikes very real terror into him. He wouldn't be open about it, not something so very deep and real to him, though he may elude to it in gestures and roundabout whispers, in little romantic comments that don't at all feel like an admission of fear in the context they're given.

When truly faced with it, though, as mentioned above- it breaks him.

In another context, say if Thirteen's life were threatened rather than Thirteen himself choosing to walk away, I can see Five going into overdrive. Cold, ruthless, violently protective, and not even thinking about resting until every hint of that threat was obliterated.

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

Ha, Five does not handle guilt well. Of course there's survivor's guilt with regard to his sister, which he handled by growing up into a monster of a human being. There's the guilt he feels over 'the flagpole incident' which he deals with by refusing to ever actually acknowledge it aloud but allows himself to be completely wrapped around Thirteen's little finger to make up for it.

More recently and very gravely though, he's feeling a very intense, unpleasant guilt over his failure to properly address and help Thirteen through his phobia and related traumas, the repercussions of which recently got dragged through Intel's internal justice system in a very ugly fashion. Five has actually taken very heavy, serious responsibility for it and is actively working at bettering himself, determined not to let indulgence and denial get the better of him and Thirteen again.

secret: What’s one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

I want to say something about how deeply emotional he really is... but honestly, he adores Thirteen and actually does want Thirteen to know the full extent of how loved he is.

So, failing that.... hmm, there's at least one cover identity he enjoys that he never wants anybody to link to him.

He also definitely doesn't want anyone to know his usernames in certain spaces of the holonet.

He also absolutely definitely very much never ever ever wants anyone to find the folder of commissioned artwork he keeps on his personal computer hahaha.

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Can I get the one from the kink list role play with Ocon, Alonso, Norris, Stroll and Gasly

🧽🪣 would you like a complimentary car wash? — send me any five (5) drivers and one (1) kink from this list, and i will rank the drivers in order of who i think is most to least likely to participate/avoid, or love/hate that kink !!! each driver will have a small blurb written xxx

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. ngl when i saw this request come in i was like “fuck, i have no idea what to write for this.” but now, you can definitely tell that my keyboard starting smoking on some of these blurbs. happy 3k🩷 love !

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humor? is that a cw? pierre is rp-ing johnny sins. was gonna have lando's include him dressing up in a maid dress, but it ended up going a veryyyy diff way...

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pierre takes to role-play like a fish does to water. he’s your masseuse, giving you a deep tissue massage, and you struggle to keep yourself quiet while the lingering, wandering press of his fingers seduces you into letting him stretch your tightest muscles. he’s the plumber you called to fix the leak underneath your kitchen sink, and instead of money as payment for his services, you spread your legs for him to leave something leaking out of you. don’t look too deep into these scenes; you might notice that in all of them, you two aren’t dating—you’re strangers to each other. 

post-race, lando’s alone in his hotel room sporting a half-chub before the webcam is even turned on. the image of you—wearing nothing but his hoodie and lingerie—washed in the blue light of the computer screen shakes as you set up the best angle for his viewing pleasure. you’re airy, shallow breaths are picked up through the microphone of your wired headphones, sounding pixelated from the terrible quality. lando’s camera will remain off the entire time; the only way he’ll interact with you is through the text chat as a faceless viewer. you greet lando as if he’s a frequent watcher, a fan—not your man—and you explain tonight’s show as your hand slides underneath the hoodie to fondle your nipples. however, the true power lies in lando’s hands. you’re persuaded to do what he asks of you, though it’s not what you decided on, since he’s sending you a pretty amount of money that increases with each of his requests. his messages are riddled with more typos than usual as he struggles to type with one hand—and his orgasm is so delicious that it leaves him craving for another taste. lando will have his full feast when he returns home for proper victory sex.

fernando admits that he’s a deeply unserious man, which is probably why role-playing is hit or miss with him. he has to be in the right mindset, or he will not immerse into the scene and break with laughter. there’s a higher chance of success when he’s playing a role of authority over you. you’ve left him no choice but to bend you over his lap when you walk into his office wearing a tight skirt—one that’s against company dress code, specified in the employee handbook he watched you read before you accepted the position as his assistant. fernando’s going to fuck you into his desk so roughly that you’ll have the wood-grain of it imprinted into your thighs. you’ll be forced to wear longer skirts or slacks to cover the bruises, unless you want the entire office to know that you’re a slut. hopefully, that teaches you the importance of respecting the dress code.

esteban would never be into role-play, or so he thought he wouldn’t ever be. he was proven wrong last halloween. the two of you decided (he begged, actually) to do a couples costume as spider-man and mj. it’s just that esteban didn’t expect for you to pretend that you didn’t know who he was underneath the mask, nor did he know that the payment for saving your life (he stopped you from walking into incoming traffic because you never pay attention to the light cycles when he’s with you), was sex. he may have taken the suit off, but the mask stayed on—because spider-man wouldn’t reveal his identity, even to mj. esteban swears that he intended for it to be quickie—because, one, you were going to be late to your friend’s party and, two, spider-man can’t step away from patrolling the streets for too long because who knows what crimes are occurring in his absence—it’s not like the role play made him cum embarrassingly quick, or anything. but he can’t find the confidence to tell you that he wants to do it again. he’ll just wait until halloween comes around again, hoping that you won’t mind repeating the same costume and that there’s an opportunity for spider-man to save your life once more.

lance could never be convinced to try out role-play again. he can admit that you giving him a lap dance and strip tease pushes him past the point of turned-on, but it becomes substantially less attractive when you’re pretending to be a random stripper and that he’s a paying customer. and, he can’t help that he finds every scenario weird or cringy. he doesn’t see the allure of the pretend-dynamic of escort/client or professor/student,  or even calling him daddy—it’s simply not for him, and he can see that his distaste for it stems from his awkward and possibly self-conscious nature. on the other hand, he’s more than satisfied with you using handcuffs to secure his hands behind his back while you make him suffer through a teasing rock of your hips; don’t say he’s under arrest, though, you’ll ruin the vibe. 

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

© httpsserene — do not reupload. photos in header from pinterest. mdni divider by @cafekitsune.

[stunie]

“SHH…. KEEP IT QUIET.”

╰ ❤︎ ft. gen narumi (kaiju no. 8) x cat hybrid! f!reader. 4.2K WC ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⭑

summary ᯓ⭑ : narumi’s back to streaming one of his games.. again?! well.. he’s gotta get that follower count up somehow, so today he’s got his dick inside his newest pet- but remember. it’s just cock warming, ok? nothing more. dumb cat .. listen here. make this look, in his words, ‘not so suspicious,’ and he just might give u a reward later if u can do a half decent job.

contains : explicit smut (18+), cat hybrid! reader, brat taming, cock warming, creampies, cum play, degradation, dirty talk, dumbification, hate sex? kind of, heavy overstimulation, mild exhibitionism & dacryphilia (barely), fingering, oral sex (cunninglingus), orgasm control?, pet play n pet names, squirting, teasing, unprotected sex, not proofread >_<

note : aaand the first fic on this blog is up !!! am seriously hoping u all have fun reading this one <3 i had such a blast writing it ^^

“Better start quieting down,” Narumi warns, grunting as he adjusts his position on his gaming chair before his fingers are rapidly clicking at his mouse. “Stream’s about to start in about… thirty seconds or so.”

You don’t have to look in his direction for him to sense the clear disdain in the glare you’ve got plastered across your face. He feels you bury your nose into the muscles of his shoulder as you try and steady your breathing, arms wrapped loosely around his neck in a weak attempt at staying hidden from his viewers- try and make it look like you weren’t just gushing all over Narumi’s face a minute or two ago.

It all happened too fast.

You hadn’t even recovered from the orgasm he ripped out of you five minutes ago when he had you flat on your stomach to spread you open with his fingers before burying his face inside your cunt, lapping, sucking, then fucking his tongue in and out of you. And actually… you don’t even recall him wiping the juices from his chin before shoving you on his lap. For all you know, your slick could still be all over his face right now in front of thousands to see.

Had he given you time to catch your breath, you wouldn’t be here playing this little game right now.

“I'm not even ready, you asshat,” you hiss under your breath, whisper coming out unsteady with the way his fat cock forces your walls to stretch in order to accommodate his thickness, walls still fluttering from the effects of your last high. Only now, you're clenching around his dick instead of his tongue. You think you heard Narumi scoff at this, but he's greeting his watchers only a second later.

With the way his arms are coming up to wave to them, followed by a dramatic slam of his hands onto his desk at a particularly provoking comment (most likely from hoshina), it doesn't take you very long to start squirming in his lap. Each movement Narumi makes has his fat tip prodding at your gummy walls, and it's becoming increasingly harder to stay quiet like this..

You'd never admit it, but he's big. On any other day, you think you'd be more willing to agree to be his little pet cocksleeve; keep his dick nice and warm for him while he tries to rank up in this game. But today is different. He's got you needy, got you gushing over his tongue, and it leaves you feeling greedy for something thicker.

Your pointed ears perk up at the abrupt sound of his mouse clicking around, your tail eagerly swishing side to side as you imagine the types of comments flooding his inbox at the sight of you. Do they think you're cute? It's not obvious that you're all soaked and needy, is it?

If only Narumi let you turn around and see for yourself.

You wouldn't ask him, of course. Not a chance. Stay planted on his dick, stay quiet, and if no one suspects you, it was your win. And your reward? Two free orgasms from Narumi. However way you want- he might add.

“Oh geez,” Narumi's sigh pulls you out of your thoughts. “Already asking about her?”

“She's napping. Yeah— so let's talk about me,” He babbles into his mic, and his free hand starts to roam around the swell of your ass. “You all should head to your instagram before we get started. Let everyone know she's sound asleep on my shoulder right now. That's just how safe she feels around me.”

You think it's a good thing he decided to have you face his direction rather than the screen, because you didn't want to have to listen to the earful he'd give you if the viewers had caught you rolling your eyes at him for the umpteenth time that day. Regardless, the slick pooling underneath you was getting more and more uncomfortable with each passing second, and you're becoming keenly aware of the sheer amount that's dripped down your thighs, now collecting and smearing across his lap.

And you don't really like feeling wet.

A small shift in position is all you do. You're quiet and slow when you raise your hips a bit, just barely hovering above his thighs in your attempt to get rid of the slick that's making his thighs lewdly stick to yours, but he catches the shift in weight in an instant.

“Ah— stirring already, cat? This chair's supposed to be comfy, y'know,” He drawls, not sparing you a glance when you flinch at the words, still clicking away at his game all too casually. So casually that you don't even react when his hand wraps around your tail, not until he roughly yanks you back down in one hard motion.

You're crashing back onto his lap, thickness sheathing itself fully inside you as your mouth falls open in a silent scream, tongue lolling out at the fullness. You think it's absolutely appalling just how easily he's able to mask his reaction by simply adjusting himself on his chair, taking advantage of the movement by giving you a warning thrust into your cunt before he's still again. “No, what?” He snaps, ignoring the way you're practically panting into his ear with need now. “She's definitely comfortable. Very happy to be here, actually.”

“I’m not lying. She loves me.”

You hate that it's not exactly an understatement. The word “loves” has your mind flashing to the events of last night, more specifically- the image of you crying and trembling underneath him, fistful of his hair tight in your hands as you desperately cling onto him, babbling “I love you” over and over as he mercilessly bullied his cock into you.

It's even worse because you know he absolutely loved every second of it. Every second that you're not acting like such a fucking brat, which- to his dismay, wasn't very many.

Narumi's eyes shift towards the side of his screen, scanning through the newest comments that have popped up in his inbox.

Enchantedknight46: u sure ur not forcing her to keep u company Imao ?

tooezusuck: it's ok if u are

12steelwing: Did u bring here on here be u lost more followers last stream? Need eye candy to gain some?

Batmansballs: I think she's pretty so idrc, but what's that? A cat costume?

His eyes twitch. A part of him is wholeheartedly thankful you've got your head buried in the crook of his neck, glad you're not reading these comments. God, he's irritated just imagining how these fuckers would get in your head so easily, get you swinging your tail all happy and purr something along the lines of “Aww, they think I’m cute? Better make me feel good if you want me to stay here with you. They kinda look like they'd take good care of me, huh Gen?”

He sighs before he's clicking his tongue, raising his other hand to roughly jut an accusatory finger at the screen. “Can't just watch my game, huh? Listen up. When I wake her up and she says I'm right, you all better start typing your apologies” He grits through a forced smile, ripping his headset off before it's being tossed haphazardly onto his desk.

You hiss when he's tugging you by your ear, tilting to whisper a “hear that?” and the sound of his voice sends an electrifying shiver straight down your spine. “They wanna see you. But don't go forgetting our deal already. Just one person notices and it's a loss for you.”

“Don't forget.”

It's not like Narumi's worried about losing or anything. Just one quick glance at your face and he can tell you're going crazy with need, frustrated tears collecting along your lashes, and your lips are all swollen and pouty. Most likely from... biting them to stay quiet? A very interesting observation.

He'd make sure to tease you about that later.

“I hate you sometimes.” Your whisper comes out strained, followed by a whimper that slips out when his cock involuntarily twitches inside you. Oh, that's right. He actually likes when you get mad at him- that fucker.

You're inhaling sharply, gathering yourself to the best of your ability before you finally pull yourself off of him, heavy cock slapping against his stomach as you turn, feet planted on his thighs when you reach to grab his headset. Narumi's eyes are trailing down your frame the next second, and if those viewers weren't here right now, he could probably fuck you just like this. Have your hands grip the table, move your feet a bit so that you're balancing on the edge of the seat, squatting just above him and letting him fuck his dick up into you just like that..

“Hello? Can you guys hear me?” You blurt out, voice sugar sweet and innocent, and he almost wants to gag at the implication. You were absolutely anything but. “Ah— so you can! That's good.”

There's a moment of silence as you cutely adjust the headset, glossed lips tugging into a pout with the way it doesn't sit right against your ears. Narumi's leaning back behind you, elbow on the armrest as he rests his head against his palm. He looks bored even.

“Hmmm,” you hum, eyes scanning over the comments... and yeah, they love you. Your pretty lips tug into a knowing smile after scanning comment after comment as they all begin to flood in, all of them saying the exact same thing. But how could they not? You were just a sweet little kitten, fluffy and innocent, and you emphasize this with a slow and alluring sway of your tail, eyes half lidded and completely seductive as you lean in towards the cam.

“Mhm, I guess I love him....” You shrug, feigning disappointment, “But hey. You guys love me way more, right? I can totally tell.”

You feel Narumi perk up from behind you in disbelief, head lifting from where's he had it resting it on his hand. A slow blink. Then two.

Did you just fucking say ‘I guess?’

“Mhm!” You nod at a comment, and he feels his veins bulge against the skin of his neck. “Deal. So why don't you all leave him and come watch me play instead? My user is st-agh!”

The rest of your words come out muffled against the palm he's clamped over your mouth. You recognize it as the same one that was rubbing at your cunt just a few minutes ago, and you can tell because you can taste yourself on him.

“Mmph!” You retort, gasping when he's roughly pulling you back into his lap, chair scooting forward as he grabs his mouse. “Streams over,” his voice comes out a pitch lower, “Said she loves me. Start typing up the apologies.”

He's leaning to switch off the stream the next second, and it falls eerily silent as soon as the in-game lobby music abruptly shuts off. You fiddle with your tail, chuckling nervously as you crane your neck to get a glimpse of Narumi... and you really shouldn't have.

He looks mad.

Before you can even get a word out, Narumi's tossing you onto his bed, and you yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress. He doesn't give you a second to even gasp, his hands looping around your ankles and pulling you back towards the edge of the bed until his cock is flush against your drooling cunt. “Huh. You're a real fucking naughty kitten, know that? Anyone ever told you what a piece of work you are?”

He hates that you're getting off to this. If you weren't on your back, your tail would be eagerly whishing back and forth, ears peeking up with anticipation from the change in tone. He'll admit that he likes when you're mad, but you're not much different from him. It's obvious with the way you keep glancing down at his cock, and he thinks you might as well just stare at it with little pink hearts in your eyes.

“Just you,” you shake your head, “Everyone else says I’m an angel, Gen. Your viewers too, apparently.”

There's a warning thrust to your cunt, your eyes widening when his tip catches against your clit just perfectly, and the sound the action makes is nothing but filthy — wet and sloppy. Narumi's hands slam down beside your head, looming over you as your walls clench around nothing. “Yeah? Wanna talk about my viewers?”

“Take a look at the screen behind me. It's got my exact follower count.”

You crane your head to peer over his shoulder. “And?” His lips tug into a grin. “We're changing the game a bit.”

“Not fair, Gen,” you pout, eyes furrowed as your tail comes to rub the softness against his bicep. “I won, so you gotta make me cum twice now.”

“Yeah yeah, well the count's at 18,567 now. Get on your knees before I forget.”

Narumi's easily hoisting you up before you can move yourself, rudely flipping you over and letting your hands scramble to catch yourself, face falling flat against the mattress. But it's fine, he thinks, because cats always land on their feet, or whatever.

“It's at 18,566 now by the way, thanks to you.”

“They would've left either way!” You protest, eyes clenching shut in pain when he grabs a fistful of your tail. “And i don't care about your follower count.”

“You should. Each loss is gonna be plus one for you.”

“Huh?”

He sighs. “18,565... so that would make four orgasms now. Two plus two, my dumb kitty. It's not very hard.”

The realization suddenly hits you, and you crane your neck to look at him. “That's not fair! And that's way too much, I'd never agree to tha-”

One sharp tug to your tail has you biting your words.

“Way too much?” He asks incredulously, kneeling at the foot of his bed, “Didn't think the ungrateful cat would ever be satisfied.”

You flinch as soon as you feel his breath fanning against your cunt, and he notices. You look absolutely delicious like this, pussy pretty and swollen- and completely drenched for him. His fingers are spreading your folds, content with the way your tail starts to sway like clockwork. “But,” you whine, “You lose so many followers. I'll be here forever.”

His eyebrow twitches at the implication.

“That's your fault— you have yourself to blame,” Narumi pushes a finger inside your hole, the digit curling against your walls as you cry out. It takes him a little less time to find your spot each time you're under him. By now... he's got it memorized. Could probably find it in his sleep, he thinks, you're so easy. He'd be able to find it blindfolded too, but it'd be such a breeze that it's not even worth buying a blindfold to find out. “You take a bunch of my followers,” he continues, “And I use up one of those nine lives of yours. Yeah? So sit still.”

“You're the worst.” You pout, face contorting as soon as he slips in a second finger, curling skillfully against your sensitive spot, and oh- you feel his lips ghost just over your clit.

“Yeah yeah— about time I start hearing less talking and more meowing,” he grunts into your cunt, and he's lapping at your slick the next second, tongue roughly flicking over the pearl with precision, and his fingers aren't letting up, still beating your insides as you start to feel the familiar feeling build up deep in your belly.

“A-ah!” You cry out, hands grasping at the sheets as your tail whips upward, back arching deeply to relieve some of the stimulation. It's a lewd position you've got yourself in, and he loves it.

This was the best part.

Narumi can feel his cock ache when he feels your walls hungrily clench around his fingers, your desperate mewls muffled against the soft sheets of the mattress as he laps at your cunt. He loves watching you approach your high, loves the way the brat gets fucked out of you only after he gets you creaming, even if it's just for a bit.

And he's so sloppy with you. He's licking up and down, sucking at your clit before pulling back and lewdly spitting on it, his fingers making your pussy squelch and squirt as he fucks them in and out of you, and oh-if only you could see the way your slick has begun dripping down his wrists. “There you go,” he groans straight into your cunt, and it makes you jolt, “Hurry. I'm aching and it's annoying.”

“F-fuck…” you try to retort with something, anything, but the words get stuck in your throat. You can't. Not with the way your thighs have begun trembling, pretty eyes hazy and lidded as you feel the tight knot balling up in your stomach.

Again? And so soon? This would be the second time you've come undone on his mouth just today, and a part of you wonders what the count is at now— and exactly how you're gonna be able to handle it.

“...Ah! gonna c-cum,” your eyes clench shut, pointed ears twitching, and he's shoving a third finger inside a moment after, reaching deep inside you as his tongue keeps his pace against your swollen little clit. “Gen!”

Narumi's free hand loops around your thigh, pulling you flush against his face, his tongue roughly flicking your clit the same time he curls his fingers particularly hard, and that's all it takes to have you screaming, tail slapping across his face as you gush, the knot snapping inside you with an intensity that has your vision blurring with white.

“Fuckin' whacked my eye, you damned cat,” he growls, fingers slowing his movements as your walls spasm and flutter against him before he takes them out, thick string of slick connecting the two. His tongue is coming to push inside instead, and you cry out loudly when you feel him pushing deeper, appendage curling and reaching deep inside your pussy as he hungrily laps at your juices.

Even when your jaw falls slack, body going limp and falling flat onto the plush bed, he doesn't stop. He keeps you flush against his tongue, forcing you to let him have his fill until you've been reduced to nothing but a sloppy little mess, whining and shaking under his touch.

“E-enough…” You slur, chest heaving up and down in heavy pants as you come down from your high, vision now dotted with blurry little stars.

“Geez,” Narumi huffs, rising back to his feet as he swipes his thumb over his mouth, wiping your juices off before he's popping the digit in his mouth and sucking.“Your stamina sucks.”

“It's at 18,563 by the way, so get up. We're nowhere near finished. Consider this your training.”

You can't respond, and you can't move your legs. The way you struggle to get back on your knees has his ego stroked nice and good, but he's on quite the time crunch. Narumi’s reaching for your tail next, yanking your hips back up for him as you yelp in pain. “All talk, huh? Where's your usual spunk?”

He's roughly pulling you backwards, one quick yank of your tail to fully sheathe himself inside you, and your eyes roll back at the stretch. “Gonna put your nine lives to the test, so you'd better prepare yourself. We're already at 18,561 now and it's all your fault.”

The noises he's pulling from you are just obscene, and the grip he has on your tail is nothing but mean, pulling you back to meet his hips halfway as he pounds into you roughly, foot coming to rest on the edge of the mattress to better leverage himself. “You in heat or something? You're soaked. The bratty cat likes this, huh? Falling in love with me?”

“F-fuck no!” You cry into the mattress, hands scrambling to grasp at the sheets to ground yourself.

“S-said you're just alright— Gen...!”

He's looming over your form the next second, hand pushing your face down into the sheets, your thighs trembling wildly as you whine beneath him. You're way beyond your limit, legs using every ounce of strength left to keep your ass up for him. “Alright?” He spits,“Don't get too carried away— s-shit, don't go forgetting what you are now. My cat, you're my pet. And I’m your owner,” his hips stutter a bit, balls slapping against your clit as you mewl, eyes rolling back in your skull.

You can't even retort if you wanted to. Your back is arching all on its own to take him deeper inside, and he's not letting you move, hand pushing hard against your head to keep you still for him. “Ah, Gen, Gen-”

“That's it. Got you right where I want you, fuckin' pet. Boutta make a mess for me again? Say you love me when you do. Fuck, do that again— you know what.”

You think you might be bleeding from how hard you're gripping the sheets, the painful knot building up in your stomach all over again as you approach your high a little too fast for comfort. “C-close again..!”

“Hurry, lemme hear you. You know what I want.” His fingers come to rub at your swollen clit, and his cock pummels against a spot that has you abruptly crying out as you're thrown headfirst into your third orgasm, hot white flooding your vision as you spasm and squeeze around his cock so tightly. “F-gen! I love you— fuck, love you..!” You gasp when he doesn't slow down, tongue lolling out when you feel your cunt gushing, juices squirting all over his hips as he groans loudly.

“Yeah,” his voice sounds borderline feral, “Good fuckin' kitty. What? Want a treat?” and it's almost pathetic how quick you are to start nodding, eyes cock-drunk and lidded as he chases his own high.

“Well you're not getting one. Check the count yet? It's at 18,560. Know what that adds up to?”

How would you know? Your brain is all fuzzy, vision spotted with splotches of white and the words coming out of your mouth aren't even coherent anymore. The only thing in that mind of yours is how good Narumi feels, how his dick reaches the deepest parts inside you..

Feels so good, god— you love him. No one can do it like him.

“Times up,” he snaps, “That's plus one.”

His voice comes out a little breathless from how close he is, and your walls are tight around his length as your high starts to dissipate- suffocatingly tight. “Gonna give you your milk first, get you nice and full and we're gonna start all over again. How's that sound?”

Your whines are incoherent to him, but it doesn't matter. You're just a cat, anyway.

“F-fuck, stay still and take it,” he rasps, and it only takes him a few more thrusts, a few more until he's groaning loudly, cock spurting thick ropes of cum inside your cunt as you gasp underneath him.

A lot.

You're always in disbelief with the sheer amount, how he always fills you up to the brim, hot spurts shooting against your walls as he groans above you, fingers digging deep into your ass as he holds you still, making sure you're taking in every drop.

“Gen,” you choke, “The count...?”

There's an exasperated sigh from narumi before he's pulling out of you, hand coming to flip you over. The sight of you is really something, tear stained cheeks as you sniffle and hiccup, and oh— you look absolutely ruined, those pretty lips all swollen and pouty and the look you're giving him is to die for.

Your pussy is even worse. His cum has already started to seep out, fat droplets dripping straight onto the tail he knows you're so proud of, the one you're always waving so obnoxiously in his face. Now stained with his cum— as it should be. You're his pet, after all.

“Gonna take out the suit,” he says, “Let’s speed this up.”

[caramelarrowswife]

do you think that dark cacao would go dad mode and go after whoever is marrying caramel arrow with the intent to have his sword make contact with their insides in an unpleasant way

KING’S BLESSING

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Caramel Arrow Cookie wishes to introduce her king-father to her soon-to-be wife, Financier Cookie.

Unfortunately for all three of them, Dark Cacao Cookie has not in the slightest forgotten what had happened during the Odyssey.

A/N: i'm alive!! i'm working on three different stories, i swear i'll post more

─── ∘°❉°∘ ───

Three quiet knocks on Dark Cacao Cookie’s door shook the king from his thoughts, and he stood up to open the door. The visitor was his most loyal Watcher and daughter, Caramel Arrow Cookie.

“Caramel Arrow,” Dark Cacao said. “Do you require my assistance with anything..?”

“No, my lord,” Caramel Arrow said, her usually stern voice tinged with nervousness, “I only wish for you to.. meet someone.”

Dark Cacao’s face cleared up. “Ah, are you finally introducing me to your husband?”

“You- knew I planned to get married?” Caramel Arrow asked carefully, her expression guarded.

“You were twitching like a frightened rabbit all week,” Dark Cacao said kindly. “Did you bring him with you..?”

“It’s not quite.. a ‘him’, your Majesty,” Caramel Arrow replied. “But she’s just as strong as any warrior in our army. She’s very protective and could, err, hypothetically.. take an angry warrior in an attack. You’ve met her before, I believe..”

“Hm.. well, at least you chose a strong lady,” Dark Cacao hummed thoughtfully. “I hadn’t expected anything else from you, if I’m truthful. When do I get to meet her?”

“I brought her with me, actually,” Caramel Arrow said. Her shoulders were squared and her back was straight, a defence mechanism in uncomfortable situations she had inherited from her father.

The archer stepped aside, and another knight stepped beside her. Not a knight.. a paladin. A paladin with a white uniform with golden decorations, with blonde hair as straight as a ruler and brownish eyes that gauged the king’s reaction carefully.

Dark Cacao’s eyes twitched, his smile the fakest thing Caramel Arrow had ever seen (excluding Affogato Cookie).

“A word, please..?”

Dark Cacao promptly turned around, not bothering to check if Caramel Arrow was even following. The smile was gone completely when they were alone in the king’s room, replaced by dark eyes.

“Caramel Chocolate Arrow Cookie. You have five minutes to explain yourself before I take her head,” Dark Cacao said, his voice dangerously calm.

“She only interfered between you and the Consul because it was her duty to! I thought- I was sure you would appreciate the loyalty!” Caramel Arrow burst out, her brown eyes blown wide with determination.

“I would appreciate the loyalty if she was not protecting a traitor and a thief who wanted to take my Souljam,” Dark Cacao snarled.

“She had no voice in the discussion, she was only there to protect, just as Crunchy Chip was!” Caramel Arrow’s voice was louder than she had meant it to be.

“I don’t care! My daughter, my heir, is not marrying that.. that Vanillian scum! End of discussion!” Dark Cacao shouted back.

“‘Vanillian scum’?” Caramel Arrow repeated disbelievingly. “A bit hypocritical, no? If I remember correctly, you were the one caught in Pure Vanilla Cookie’s bedroom, your Majesty!”

“Have you lost your mind?!” Dark Cacao growled, but his ears went a dark red. “Who do you think you are, talking to your king and father like this? Do I need to teach you a lesson in discipline?!”

“Do what you want! I am marrying Financier Cookie, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Caramel Arrow crossed her arms over her chest, imitating her father’s position subconsciously. Their facial expressions were mirrored perfectly.

A flicker of hesitation in the king’s eyes was all Caramel Arrow needed to see to know she won the argument. In turn, the smugness in her eyes sufficed to make Dark Cacao realised he lost.

“She will have to cut off all contact with that insolent man,” Dark Cacao demanded after a moment of silence. “She will follow a Warrior’s training, and you will strictly sleep apart until your wedding night. If you get caught even holding hands, I’ll have her executed. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” Caramel Arrow grinned, following her father outside where her girlfriend was waiting.

Dark Cacao was first to reach Financier. He grabbed her by her shoulders, staring into her eyes intensely before muttering; “If I ever, ever hear you break my daughter’s heart, I’ll make sure to send yours to your family.”

Caramel Arrow, who most certainly heard this, shouldered him away quickly to take a perplexed Financier’s hands in her own.

“That’s practically his blessing,” Caramel Arrow whispered excitedly, pulling her girlfriend-turned-fiance away through the halls of the citadel.

“I said no such thing!” Dark Cacao shouted at them. His voice was slightly warmer than before.

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Pearl’s species of changelings actually travel in pods like whales. She gets very uncomfortable being without another member of her pod as it’s incredibly rare for them to anything by themselves. They don’t eat alone, they don’t sleep alone, they don’t mine alone, and they don’t travel alone. Everything generally happens in groups of 3 or more. Since joining Hermitcraft and the Life Series, she considers those people to be part of her pod in her mind.

However, she knows it’s unrealistic to expect her friends to be with her 24/7, as much as she wants them to be. So for times when she doesn’t want to overstep by asking, or when everyone is busy or off on another server, she gets pets. They don’t quite fulfill the same role as actual pod members, and she would still much rather be with other people, but they do ease some of her fears. Pearl has nine dogs, two cats, three birds, five horses and a mule. She’d have more if she could fit more.

She lets the cats sleep in bed with her when no one is avalible for a sleepover, as she can’t sleep alone. She eats breakfast and dinner with the cats and dogs in the same room with their meals and lunch around when she feeds the birds. At least one dog and a bird comes with her when she’s working around her base or on other builds, and of course she travels with the mule and usually a bird as well. The only exception to any of this is if she’s going caving or in the Nether, she goes alone so none of her animals get hurt, even though it tends to lead to her getting very anxious.

This also made Double Life a particular kind of hell for her, as again, animals are nice and ease some of her need for company, but they aren’t substitutes and Pearl gets paranoid and sick if she spends too much time alone. (I’m not sure if we’re allowed to mention the Life Series but since I saw people bring up Watchers in other hcs I figured it was okay to mention)

Aww... so many cute animals everywhere...

(Life Series headcanons are discouraged, but I let them slide if they aren't directly referencing nonhermit creators and the headcanon itself is equally applicable to Hermitcraft. Watchers in particular have been brought into HC fan stuff since before the Life Series was even a thing.)

[unkn0wng1rly]

ryomen sukuna

nobody believed sukuna had a girlfriend.

he’d mentioned it in passing once to his friends. their reactions?

“wait wait.. come again?” suguru choked on his drink, sitting up a little bit.

satoru burst into fits of laughter, clutching at his side while his childish giggles filled suguru’s basement.

across the room by the sofa toji raised his eyebrows. “what drugs did you give her to make her date you? or maybe you’re blackmailing her.”

it was the night before their first big ice hockey game of the season at their college and instead of prepping, they were drinking away and smoking pot.

all of his friends tore him a new one and teased and poked fun at him the whole rest of the evening while he growled and shouted at them to shut up.

sukuna was surprisingly not as aggressive as he normally would be about false claims which made them wonder a little bit what his girlfriend was like.

after cussing everyone out thoroughly, sukuna left a little early, going home and heading straight to bed.

the following day, sukuna and the rest of his team were on the ice, warming up by doing drills and stretching whilst the stands filled with watchers of both teams.

satoru slid his way over to sukuna, holding out his hand expecting a high five as he smirked that irritable smirk.

sukuna looked down and rolled his eyes as he sped up away from satoru, pushing harder against the ice.

“aww, you still mad about last night? y’know you don’t have to lie about having a girl, your looks are pretty much girl repellent anyway.” he snorted, suguru giggling behind his hand as he skated past them.

sukuna ignored the comments and manoeuvred the puck in-front of him with his hockey stick, practicing his handling.

his pink hair tousled underneath his helmet as he shifted on his feet, skating past a few of the players on the team they were playing against today.

he was focused on what was infront of him when his pink ears caught on to the conversation they were having.

“she’s bad as fuck, y’think if i asked for a good luck kiss she’d give me one?” the other guy laughed in the same annoying manner that satoru did.

“nah, she’s got a poster in her hands, bet she’s one of those fuckers bitch.”

sukuna’s head jerked a little but he remained zeroed in on the hockey puck. for a sliver of a moment he thought they may be talking about you, but he remembered specifically telling you not to come to his games.

it wasn’t that he didn’t want you there in the stands, but he didn’t want his teammates drooling all over you like he knew they would.

he was pacing up towards the goal, getting ready to make a shot when he heard something that made him halt aggressively, ice shavings flying around his ankles.

“sukuna!” a sweet sound he’d be able to recognise from miles away, his body reacted before he could even think, turning around, searching frantically for you.

and there you were.

his first thought was how beautiful you looked, but his second thought was why did you have to look so beautiful.

you wore a pretty little blue dress that barely covered your mid thigh, the same shade of blue as his jersey colour, your hair done up with a bow pinned at the back.

the smile that stole his heart was plastered on your face as you waved at him, a poster in your hands that read ‘go team’ in your cute bubble handwriting.

he ignored the looks of disbelief he got from just about everyone on the field, his only focus was you, skating over to the edge of the rink where you stood.

“y/n, ‘the hell are you doin here?” his voice is rough as he took his helmet off, holding it loosely in one hand as you throw yourself onto him, small frame mushed against his ridiculously large one.

instinctively, he hugged back, his buff arm slinked around your waist, taking in the smell of home, of you.

when toji brought the scene to satoru’s attention, who was still laughing about how angry sukuna was earlier, his smile fades comically and his eyes widen.

it looked so wrong. big old, tatted sukuna with a cute, soft thing like you. his aura would make people turn the opposite direction, what with those insanely coloured eyes, and then there was your vibe, frills and happiness.

“i know you told me not to come but i just really wanted to cheer you on for your first game.” pulling back from the embrace, you look up at him, showcasing the poster proudly.

he wanted to be annoyed, but he couldn’t find it in him. you looked so happy and he would rather kill himself than take that away from you.

when sukuna didn’t say anything but stare at you, you sighed and pursed your lips, your hand coming to run through his messed up helmet hair.

“i won’t come to all your other games, i promise.”

sukuna shook his head and pulled you in closer when you made a move to step back. given his silence, you thought he was ticked off at your presence.

“next time, write sukuna.” he frowned, watching the way your eyes lit up again after seeing he wasn’t mad.

you got up on your tip toes, planting a big kiss on his lips. “mwahhh” the pink gloss you wore transferred onto his mouth, the strawberry scented liquid shining on his mouth.

despite how obvious it was against his paler lips, he didn’t care. he took it as a token from his woman, he’d allow you to do all those stupid girly things to him.

even you yourself was surprised how lenient he was, but it was only because he was a fool for you, he was truly head over heels.

“and who’s this beautiful lady.”

sukuna was so caught up with you that he had forgotten he was due to play a game—with a bunch of pea brains at that.

gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he let go of you as he turned around, facing satoru, suguru and toji, his other teammates frolicking like idiots in the back.

he opened his mouth but you spoke before he could.

“hi! i’m sukuna’s girlfriend, you guys must be his friends he’s always talking about.” you blurt out freely, making suguru raise his eyebrows.

“you talk about us at home ‘kuna?” toji drawls in a teasing manner and sukuna doesn’t hesitate to bite back. “nothing nice, don’t worry.”

satoru takes off his helmet, his hair still somehow perfect underneath that helmet as he flashed pearly whites at you, you weren’t sure if it was his attempt to try swoon you.

he was still trying to figure out how sukuna managed to bag a cutie like you and why you willingly wanted to date him.

“well, i’m satoru, if this asshole bothering you can come to me, yeah?”

sukuna’s eyes flash, and you notice it and quickly try to mediate before he got angry.

only you knew the extent of his possessiveness, and it reached out quite far. he tried to come off stand offish about things like that but his body often reacted before his mind did.

he just felt like it should be basic, common knowledge. you’re his, only his, everybody else should rip their eyeballs out in your presence

your hand curls around sukuna’s gloved one, he could feel the warmth of your touch through the thick material.

“thanks, but i think it’s the other way around, maybe you should offer him help instead of me.” you speak so sweetly it almost doesn’t register that you just rejected his attempt to smooth talk you.

suguru laughs at the way you shut down satoru in the politest way possible, the playboy who seemingly got everyone he ever wanted.

sukuna looked down at you again, feeling a sudden, childish, urge to show off to his dumb friends that you were his, that you hadn’t wanted any of them except him.

without thinking much, he grabbed your chin and gave a firm, claiming kiss on your soft, pink and glossed up lips. you were initially surprised but melted immediately into his lips.

you could tell that it was less about passion and more about making a statement, but you were happy either way.

the black haired man with a scar on his lips whistled and patted satoru on the back condescendingly.

“nice try bud.”

when he pulled away, his lips were more shinier than last time, but he still didn’t care. in fact, part of him wanted to kiss you just so he could taste that intoxicating lip gloss of yours again.

“i better hear you cheering me on.” sukuna gruffed, he was like a moody toddler who tried to pretend to be angry even when he was all giddy on the inside.

you were happier than ever, eyes creased up as you nodded. “good luck babe, good luck boys!”

a bummed out satoru skated away, suguru trying to console his ego whilst toji winked at you before leaving with sukuna, bombarding him with questions about you that he’d never answer.

this was precisely why he didn’t want you near his friends or at his games.

but knowing you were in the crowd, cheering him on, gave him a sense of comfort only you could offer him.

you were his soft spot, he knew it, you knew it, and now his friends did too.

it was also, by nobody’s surprise, that sukuna’s team won by a mile, sukuna being the mvp.

his friends teased him, saying he was showing off for you, but he didn’t even bother much to deny it, leaving them and skating up to you where you were screaming and clapping, all for him.

sukuna could barely get off the ice before you were kissing him everywhere on his face and hugging him.

although he tried to act like you were doing too much and made a pathetic effort to move away from your kisses, he had a singular thought at the back of his mind as he smirked slightly.

he could get used to this.