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azrielslightintheshadows · 6 months

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Successful Wedding (Failed proposal part 2)

Azriel x f!Reader

Part 2 of Failed proposal

Warnings; angry Nesta, swearing

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You asked for a part 2! Hope you enjoy it!

Clear night sky, a warm breeze and the city of starlight. You thanked the Mother for the weather and sat in front of the mirror dressed in a grey robe. You were currently in the River house getting ready for your wedding.

“No!” Nesta shouted “I told you to put stardust on the roses.” Silence “I don’t care go find some”.

She entered your room with a huff, and you glanced at Mor’s reflection who was doing your hair. Both of you started biting your cheeks to suppress the giggles.

“Those idiots!” she exclaimed.

“Calm down Ness, I don’t care about stardust. As long as Azriel and all of you are there the wedding will be perfect” you smiled.

“No! You didn’t get to enjoy the mating ceremony or the days after it and, we destroyed the proposal. This wedding will be perfect!” She huffed.

“Okay get out you will make the bride nervous” Mor waived goodbye at Nesta but sighed when Feyre burst in.

“Nesta I need you to terrorize Cassian, he is trying to steady the arch and he is destroying it.” “I’ll fucking kill him. Who let him out of the cell?” She growled and you flinched.

Poor Cassian. You thought.

“He started whining about not seeing his brother getting married and about how the thought broke his heart and Azriel fell for it.” Feyre explained and offered a tight smile.

“Illyrian idiots” Nesta mumbled before marching out. “50 bucks Cassian won’t be at the wedding” Mor shouted.

“Make that 100” Feyre responded and followed her eldest sister.

“Mor… do you think that everything will be okay? I fear that something is going to ruin the wedding too and I don’t mean the arch or the flowers… something bigger.” You sighed and stared at your friend.

“Oh sweetie no, everything will be fine. We will have the time of our lives.” She smiled reassuringly.

“I hope so” you mumbled and stared at your reflection.

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“Call your shadows back” Rhysand scolded “Let the girls handle everything, you and y/n need to relax. It’s your day afterall.”

“I just want everything to be perfect” Azriel sighed and paced in his room.

“Don’t worry brother, Nesta can handle everything” Rhys smirked.

“That’s what worries me” Azriel frowned “She might actually kill someone and ruin the decoration with the blood.”

Both of them started laughing and Azriel felt calmer.

“No no Ness I’m sorry” Cassian’s voice boomed through the halls making them furrow their eyebrows. The door slammed open and Nesta walked in dragging Cassian by his ear.

“Lock him somewhere, put a leash on him I don’t care but if I find him again in the garden touching the decorations, I will take y/n and leave.” She stomped her foot to make a point and left with a huff. Both males stared at their brother with quirked brows.

“I’m sorry I just wanted to make sure that the arch wouldn’t drop on your heads” Cassian said sheepishly.

“Don’t make me lock you in the cell” Azriel growled and picked his suit.

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“Time for the dress” Mor exclaimed after putting the silver circlet on your head and setting the crescent moon between your brows. It was the same color as Azriel’s siphons, and you smiled before slowly caressing it with your finger.

Mor helped you into the dress and you stared your reflection in awe.

It was a white ball gown silhouette dress with small crystals that made you look like you were floating around the stars. It had a deep V neckline that showed off your tattoos and highlighted your breasts.

“It’s perfect” you gasped.

“You are perfect” Mor smiled, and you heard two more gasps.

Feyre and Nesta were standing under the door frame wide-eyed.

“You look amazing” Nesta wiped a tear while Feyre nodded with her jaw dropped.

“Thank you” you smiled.

You took a deep breath and let the girls lead you downstairs where some priestess waited and started chanting the moment they saw you. Your friends sent you kisses and hurried off outside to take their seats.

You walked in the middle of the four priestesses and started walking outside, their chanting got louder as you moved closer to your mate. Azriel was dressed in a black suit looking more handsome than ever, the first two buttons of his shirt were undone showing off his toned torso. He looked like he was created by the night and stars, and you blushed at the thought of taking off his suit.

The shadowsinger scanned your silhouette and his breath hitched. You could see a rosy shade appearing on his cheeks and his shadows darted to you, slithering around your dress and caressing your cheek. Once you approached your mate Nyx stumbled between the two of you offering to you your wedding bouquet. You giggled at the sight of the little bat dressed in a suit and crouched taking the bouquet and leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiled shyly and ran back to his mom shout-whispering “I did it!”.

Azriel chuckled at the little boy and stretched his arm to you.

“You look mesmerizing” he smiled softly and kissed the back of your palm. “Likewise” you muttered coyly, and his smile grew.

Gwyn grinned and started chanting, her eyes turning white and her voice louder at each prayer.

“Cauldron strengthen this union, Mother bless their love. Bless them with happiness and fortune. Bless their bed and future seed. May all the gods be by their side new and forgotten.” She finished the prayers and picked the wedding bands giving one to Azriel and one to you.

“I vow to always love you, protect you and honor you. I vow to be gentle and understanding and make your days lighter till death do us apart.” Azriel spoke and placed the ring on your finger.

“I vow to be by your side in sickness and in health, to love and cherish you. I vow to be the light in your darkness and protect you from any harm till death do us apart.” You said and placed the ring on his finger. “Mother bless you” Gwyn shouted, and all your friends started whistling and clapping.

Azriel cupped your jaw and leaned in capturing your lips with his own and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you angel” he breathed into the kiss.

“I love you hubby” you giggled making him chuckle too.

You walked to your friends with huge smiles on your faces. “I heard that in mortal lands you throw the bouquet and the female who catches it is the next in line?” you quirked a brow and Feyre nodded. “Oh okay. Nesta catch” you shouted and threw the bouquet at her. She caught it and stared at you wide-eyed, Cassian poked her waist, and she spun around noticing her mate on one knee.

You couldn’t hear what he said to her but suddenly she burst into tears and hugged him tightly shouting yes again and again. Cassian gave her the ring and they both smiled at you thankfully. “Congratulations” you cheered.

You spent the rest of the night drinking and dancing with your friends. At some point you were all so drunk that you ran around the streets of Velaris singing and dancing and enjoying the cheers of the passing by faeries once they noticed your wedding dress.

Azriel grabbed you by the waist once you reached the main square and pressed you against his body. “My wife” he mumbled and kissed you passionately while your friends danced around you.

“Our perfect wedding” you whispered and let the happy tears escape.

I think you needed this after Scattered vows :)

Dedicated to the people who asked for part 2;

@mulansaucey , @natashachelsea

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hellsslibrary · 10 months

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✧･ﾟ:* NSFW Alphabet with Cater Diamond *:･ﾟ✧

DNI : minors.

!!Warnings : sub!bottom!Cater, phone recording, sex with multiple caters(?), oral sex, sex toys, strangulation kink, teasing, male reader.

Deuce <————«« Cater »»————> Trey

Heartslabyul. Cater Diamond.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Sorry, but he definitely takes a photo (not your naked bodies, yes, but his disheveled hair and a fucked up, tired face). He does not post them anywhere (well, if you agree, he will post them, lol). But otherwise, after sex, he is still energetic as always. So if you want something, he is happy for it! Although he will definitely pull you both into the shower, because he does not like to be sweaty.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves everything about you, like really everything. He finds you absolutely beautiful from any angle and in any place. But if he had to choose, then it would be your palms (later you will understand why :)).

In himself, he adores his face, obviously. His handsome face that tears down while you fuck him roughly or overexcite/postpone his orgasm. Or one that is in a blissful expression while you both fuck at a gentle pace. Doesn't matter. His face is his pride.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

The most common sperm, yes. The only difference is that it is slightly saltier than normal semen, simply because he doesn't eat much sweets, and its taste depends on the person's diet.

Cater loves when you cum all over him. It doesn't matter where. On his belly, thighs, butt, face. He just loves the feeling of having your cum run down him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to record homemade porn with you. Yes. And probably, someday he will still offer it. Although this is exactly what he does not want to spread anywhere, he just wants to see how your sex looks from the outside and maybe use this someday to satisfy himself. How your bodies move, on his own expression, how your cock moves in him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He's... Very knowledgeable, but he's probably a virgin (at least in his asshole for sure). He knows a lot, a lot, but he has never tried it himself. Although he may have a few short flings with some ladies.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Cat pose (click there to see what it is). He just loves the close contact of your bodies being so close to each other during this and how fluid your movements become in this position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He... Likes to joke, yes. Although he will not arrange a circus, but he will definitely joke. Boring sex is not his thing. He will definitely make you laugh or smile at least once during this.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is very tidy and keeps everything clean. He shaves them, yes. Just because he doesn't like how messy the hair looks there. And the color of the carpet matches his drapes. They are same orange color, but perhaps a little darker.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very romantic. Definitely will whisper anything in your ear or scream it during an orgasm. He will hug you, kiss you, praise you, your dick, whatever. And will definitely try some clichéd scene from some crappy romantic movie (Hope not "50 Shades of Grey", lol).

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it often, yes. He just loves this business and is not at all shy about it. He jerks off at least 3-4 times a week. And it may or may not be recording a photo or video for you, sending it to you, thereby teasing you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Oh, he loves choking. I can't get rid of the thought, but I think he enjoys it when you squeeze his neck, fucking him senseless, and how your palms tense up. He also loves... Seduction (there is such a kink, I checked). He enjoys the process of seducing you. He definitely has a list where he writes down what you like best and teases you like that.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. He is not one of the shy boys. Although he didn't want you to fuck in front of someone in real life, but if you're into something like that, then Onlyfans is for you (Magicfans(?)).

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Mmm, to be honest, it doesn't start too fast, surprisingly. And this is quite difficult to do. But he is seduced by direct contact. Hug/stroke/kiss/squeeze/grope. It doesn't matter, just do it right and in sufficient quantities and it's yours.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He... A very open boy. Kind of true. He is ready to try absolutely everything at least once. Although if you don’t like this, then of course he will not insist. But if you want to try something, then he is completely for this idea!

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Definitely give. I think he has a very skillful tongue. So he loves to please you, and I guess he doesn't have a gag reflex either, so enjoy him to the fullest. Although he is more likely to tease you too slowly or dangerously close to your most sensitive parts.

And, of course, also likes to receive. Well, what could be better than your boyfriend's tongue and mouth on your most sensitive spots? And maybe teeth, if you want to tease him back.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Well... I'm not sure about that, but I'm guessing a slow but rough pace? Like slow, but deep thrusts right into his favorite, most sensitive points, from which he simply writhes with pleasure, grabbing at anything.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Yes, he loves this. Although his preference is still for casual sex where you can enjoy each other for hours, he still doesn't mind having a quick sex if you or he suddenly wants it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is definitely yes. It is quite risky and experimental. He is ready for anything, for what you want, you just have to ask. Although, of course, he is not a superman and he will not repeat something too risky and extreme, of course.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

A lot, I think. He loves long sex and loves milking you dry. So around 7-12, I guess. And to bring him to overstimulation, and even more so to dry orgasm, you will need a ton of energy and endurance from you. So many.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, he has a lot of sex toys. True a lot. Especially those that have the ability to control remotely, such as vibrators, dildos and other things. But he also has enough of everything else from some ordinary ropes and handcuffs to sticks for sounding. And he's willing to use it anytime, whether on him or on you (but I think he's more of a sub, so he prefers you use it on him, obviously).

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He loves. He loves to run his hands over your body, stroking your sensitive parts, he loves to rub on you in public, he loves to send you some erotic photos, videos or voice messages, he loves anything if it's enough to tease you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It's changeable. He can moan with great volume, and maybe even scream with pleasure. But other times he can be very quiet and just make little noises and sighs, I guess it just depends on what kind of sex you're having.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice

Um... His signature spell. Imagine that you will be satisfied by several Caters at once. Any place you can imagine. And in any way you can imagine. I will not go into details, because everyone has their own erogenous zones, but just imagine.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Well. He's quite skinny, he's got muscles here and there, but he's still very slender (although weird headcanon time, I think he has a pumped up ass, lol). His dick is about 4-5 inches / 10-13 cm. But he is very thick in girth.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Above average, definitely. He loves to fuck with you and he will fuck with you. Although he is not a sex monster, of course, he still wants to have sex quite often.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

He won't sleep if you haven't had sex at night or late in the evening. He doesn't get tired after sex (unless it's some kind of overstimulation session), so he's very energetic anyway! But if it is night or late evening, then his biological clock will work for him and he will want to sleep.

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teenandbeyond · 2 years

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could i request a part 3 of your yautja x reader series ! its such a good read ive been catching myself going back and rereading it all over again !

Yautja x Fem. Reader Pt.3

Decided to kill two birds with one stone for the last of the three shots.

I wanted to sate your thirst, dark fic readers since y'all been asking for a while (even though I'm not the best with this style, nor is it my usual type).

Edit: Low-key had to rewrite this before it turned into some 50 Shades of Grey shit...I got...invested (which says a lot considering I'm not deep into the Predator fandom.) Then I got sleepy, so I didn't double word check :) Edit 2: If y'all ever want to request the prince again, I can do it outside of the series...probably, it depends.

Want more from me? Masterlist 1 Masterlist 2

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Little Princess (Predator)

Warning(s): Smut content, breeding, jealous Yautja, squirting, size difference, long asf (Might be the longest I've done for Yautja?), fingering, noncon details, possible triggers, exhibition (being watched), whipped Yautja (couldn't help but add a pinch of fluff for the last one)

The prince Ta'yto seems to have taken quite the liking to you, you've become his little Princess to breed...

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You briskly walked through the halls of the palace, not wanting to be late.

Ta’yto didn’t appreciate when you were late, last time you were punished for it, forced to sit on his lap throughout an entire meeting, how embarrassing.

The thing was, this place was a labyrinth and with the language barrier, you wouldn’t have been able to ask for directions. You had to solely depend on your memory.

Peeking down one way, your gaze flicked over the long walkway, “Here? No there isn’t a candelabra there…”

Which only left the walk way to your left a few feet ahead, you stalked ahead.

Just as you made the turn, you bumped into a solid chest, the firmness making you collapse to the ground, all the jewelry you wore ringing in the hall.

“Owww…” you rub at your forehead, squinting your eyes and craning your head up to see who you bumped into.

It was a Yautja male, not the prince you belonged to, Ta’yto had longer hair and he was wider, this one was slim.

“Sorry—Um…You don’t speak English, right, that’s pointless, [Name],” you muttered to yourself.

You stumble to stand up and straighten yourself due to the slim fit and flowiness of your dress.

A few clicks was all you got in response.

You gave a polite smile, “I should get going—”

He titled your chin up with a finger, seeming to observe you, arm pausing in its movement as he took sight of your blooded symbol.

“Ah…I should get going…”

As you moved to leave he grabbed your arm, easily stopping you, he began to trail his other hand from your chin to your hip.

“Let me go. This isn’t a good idea—”

You were cut off by a growl that felt like it shook the palace.

The predator touching you turned around to kneel to who was in front of him, which meant one thing…

The prince was here to collect you.

His footsteps must have been light before, they were heavy like thunder now.

He stopped in front of him, gesturing for him to stand and when he did stand…

You actually realized how tall Ta’yto was compared to someone other than you, he was at least a whole head taller than the predator in front of him. Having to lean down to be face-to-face—since at the moment his mask-thingy was off (you didn’t know what it was called).

There were a few exchanges of clicks, before Ta’yto decided to toss him away at the wall that connected to the entry of the other hallway.

You had to blink a few times to process that he tossed a fully-grown predator—you assumed anyway—with ease.

Then his head slowly turned to you.

You raised your hands in surrender, “I didn’t—ah! Put me down!”

He had simply tossed you over his shoulder, resting his hand comfortably on your ass as he turned to leave to his quarters like he usually did.

You see, after the fifth time with you, he decided you would officially be his mate. You were his favorite, so you had the privilege of sharing his quarters with him. He--despite kidnapping you and everything-- gave you luxury you didn’t expect, elegant dresses and jewelry from distant planets—learning you regularly needed food and water, made sure you were provided with some, and anything else you could need.

The only things that irked him, was one, despite all these things you still fought—admittedly at times he enjoyed it—it was still no less irking. Then, the fact that you never used the power you had as his top mate to decline the young and impulsive predators who tried to sneak and use you for themselves, knowing that you were taken. He had marked you with his clan mark—damn it, his name for goodness sakes.

Ta’yto found it quite adorable when you muttered angrily in English, thinking he didn’t understand a single word. Sometimes you had a colorful array of names to call him, both in irritation and in pleasure.

“The throne room?” you wondered as you noticed the familiar doors close.

After the short trek up steps, he set you down, only long enough to plop into the sturdy throne and set you on his lap. He sighed, gripping your thigh through the dress.

“I…he didn’t do anything really…” you tried to assure.

At this point, you didn’t necessarily hate him anymore, but you didn’t like him much either.

It was kind of hard to when one minute you’re fighting to the death together only for you to get betrayed and get brutally handled by him.

But he did, he touched what didn’t belong to him.

All he had to say was that ‘She was so tempting. I’m sorry, Prince Ta’yto. I won’t do it again…’

Ta’yto spread his legs, yours following along, before you could even react his rough hand slid under your dress.

“What are you—” your breath hitched as his nails gently grazed against your inner thigh, so close to the warmth between them.

It had been a while since he hand his hand there, after the first time, he’d just preferred to get straight to it.

You whimpered as playful fingers trailed up, his finger moving over the bare, pink, flesh with calculated strokes.

You clenched your thighs to stop it, “Not—Not—”

He simply grunted and spread them open again with his free hand that had been on the armrest.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to contain the thin amount of dignity you still had, you wouldn’t let him win that easily.

Trying to ignore how much more sensitive your body had become each time he had his way with you.

But you couldn’t stop the drawn-out gasp that left your lips when he finally slid in two of his fingers, providing you with a little relief after the immediate tension he created inside you.

But what you hated, was that your body was excited, because you knew two wouldn’t be enough to prepare for him, he’d have to give you more.

You stiffened when the door opened, the advisor or whatever he was had walked in, but after taking in the situation, he gave a few clicks and turned to leave.

But Ta’yto’s voice stopped him, he said something you didn’t understand, which they nodded to before leaving.

You didn’t have time to wonder what that was about because then he was moving again.

Your brows scrunched as you tried to focus, his guard is lowered, you could possibly attack him. He may be stronger than you, but move quick enough, you could immobilize him.

Your eyes flicked over to the sharpened spike on one of the sides of his foot rest. Thinking of all possible scenarios for a few minutes. But you would have to bend and reach for it, that would be too much time.

“I—can you stop for a second…I…I’m too sensitive…” you attempted.

Not that it worked, of course.

Then the door opened again, it was the Predator from before in chains.

You could feel Ta’yto chuckle behind you, before speaking to the Predator in their language.

“You know. The thing about tempting things, they aren’t attainable to scum like you…The reason I brought you here, is to remind you what’s mine and that you can’t have her. You aren’t permitted to speak or leave until I tell you. Think about this the next time you decide to touch what doesn’t belong to you.”

He turned his attention back to you who had turned your head in embarrassment and closed your legs, even though the scum couldn’t see underneath the dress.

He spread your legs again, giving his hand access to move, “This is mine. Only I can touch it like this, you could only ever dream…”

He quickly switched from a tame pace to a rough rhythmic one, making you gasp and let your head fall into his chest.

“Didn’t you touch her here?” he gripped your chin that had been touched before, forcing you to look at the chained Predator, as he added another finger, “Well, I’m reclaiming it.”

This should’ve still been embarrassing to you, but it so, so, erotic, so…so strangely powerful all you could do was tighten around his fingers.

You gripped his arm tight, “Please, it’s too much, not—not yet—hah…”

You found your hips moving to meet his fingers, desperate for the soon coming release.

“And every other place your slimy hands touched her... She doesn’t smell like me as strongly anymore…that needs to change.”

Your nails dug into his bicep, not that he felt it much.

He likes that his research on female humans and what brings pleasure was put to good use with you.

Speaking of…should he try that new thing he learned about yesterday? Well, since he has an audience, he might as well give a show.

In the same motion he tore off your dress, your places were switched, your bare body sitting on the throne while he stood, towering over you, before kneeling down.

Which confused you, considering he was the royal one and you were not.

But you were totally clueless to the fact that this Yautja was so addicted he had no problem doing so at any time.

With another quick move, he gripped your legs and tugged you forward, it was so sudden, you had to grab the armrests to steady yourself.

“What…what are you..?”

His face was way too close to your nether regions, you could feel his breath, which made you twitch each time.

What was he going to—your eyes widened as you felt a wet muscle brush against you.

What was going on? Was he—? Where did he learn this?

You yelped as the few cautious licks of a forked tongue became ravenous, he gripped your thighs hard as his tongue teased you.

“Ohhhh,” you sighed out, biting your lip to keep quiet.

But that’s not what he wanted, so he slid in the hard muscle.

You gripped the armrests for your life, barely able to hold eye contact with him as he devoured you like a starved man. And the mandibles brushing against your skin made it worse.

You tossed your head back, a desperate moan leaping from your throat, the feeling too good, tears bubble up to your waterline, “Please don’t—Not that—Not there—Please!”

But he doesn’t pause, he just gets impossibly more aggressive.

He wants the tears to fall, that’s what always happens before you break. He wants you to break.

He adds his fingers into the equation again, the minute he does, you’re gripping his head like a lifeline.

The closer you get, the louder you get, which he likes. He likes when that composure you try so hard to keep disappears. Shatters before his very eyes. He keeps his eyes on you, wanting to see the moment when it happens.

And it does, but not in the way he was expecting, your chest hiccups as the tears finally fall and you shake your head, almost like you want to refuse the feeling, but you don’t, not really, he knows that.

“No, no, no, I can’t…no…”

And your hips jerk, you’re no longer able to control them and a water-like substance escapes from you. He quickly gets over the surprise and happily excepts it. This is new and you show no signs of being in pain, more than the usual anyway, so he succeeded, right?

Then your crying is of embarrassment, you hadn’t done that before.

But he doesn’t allow you to wallow in it for long.

Your breath is ragged as your legs shake, but you know he never shows mercy on you.

Definitely not today since he’s showing off how beautiful you are and how well you take him, that he’s got something no one but him can have. No one.

The second thing different about today, he rubs a thumb against your thigh, as if saying good job or good girl.

He doesn’t stay there too long, ready to cleanse his mate of the scum that dared touch her completely.

You whine as he finally sheds off his loincloth, you’re way too sensitive to take him now.

And he knows you’re sensitive. He knows you’re sensitive as he lifts you by your shaky legs to place you on his lap again as he sits on his throne. He knows you’re sensitive as he rubs you against his erection as you face away from him. He knows your sensitive as he moves one hand to the hip that was touched.

But he knows you can handle it, his little pet always handles it.

“Ahhm! Fuck!”

He growls as you suck him in, your body molded into the form his wanted. Now your body so greedily accepts him as compared to before. He fits so perfect, like your body conformed to his shape. You really are just for him.

“She fits me perfectly. So, you see—ngh—you could never satisfy her anyway, you peasant.”

You barely have time to settle before he’s pounding away.

“Sense—sensetiv—!”

Haven’t you learned by now that he doesn’t really care?

You’re just his little pet—

Well, Ta’yto supposed that wasn’t true anymore.

You were more than a pet—although you were still a pet, his little pet—

You were more than that…his true mate—no…his princess.

Maybe he should marry you.

Would that be strange? He might be looked at weirdly since it wasn’t a thing for his race.

But if he got to pound into this every day, this hot, tight, warm—

Anyway, you were the best mate he’s had…you were fit for royalty both figuratively and literally you fit him into you like he was meant to fill you whenever.

Speaking of filling, you’d look absolutely ravishing with a little bump, at this point he genuinely wanted it.

He’d have to do his best to be gentle no matter how arousing the sight would be. He wouldn’t be able to not fuck you, so at the very least he’d just be gentle and still be able to feel you around him like a vice as you held his child.

The thought of impregnating you gave him a whole new burst of energy.

His little princess having his little baby.

Maybe more than one, how many babies could a human have without dying?

He wanted that many.

“Too much—Too-too much! Please, I—I can’t” you sobbed turning your head into his side.

Little princess, don’t you know your tears only spur him on? He likes when you cry.

He grips the inside of your knee a little more, ramming into you. Wanting to unsure he fills you with strong seed, strong enough to give him children.

You spasm around him as you release again, the feeling so intense it’s hard to stay conscious as you settle.

But his pace barely slows, despite the tightness, and only speeds up again once you finish.

You beg, “Please…I'm done...I...”

Your head collapses onto his chest as darkness takes over you.

And he doesn’t stop, no, not until he spills every drop into you.

"The thing is princess, I decide when you're done."

And a month later he got what he wanted, a cute little bump, his little princess.

And oh, how he wished he could ravish you how he wanted…but he’d have to wait for that.

#yautja thirst #yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja smut #yautja #the predator #yautja prince #predator x reader #predator smut #predator x human #predator #smut #predator dark fic #yautja dark fic #dark fantasies

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blogforfauna · 1 year

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Hyaena hyaena

Each of the four hyena species is in their own genus. This means that spotted hyenas, striped hyenas, brown hyenas, and aardwolves are not closely related and split from a common ancestor a super long time ago.

Striped and spotted hyenas split roughly 10 million years ago, which is around the same time that foxes split from wolves. So comparing a striped hyena to a spotted hyena is like comparing a red fox to a grey wolf-- both are in the same family, but they look and behave very differently because they diverged so long ago.

Striped and spotted hyena distributions overlap in East Africa, but the distribution of the striped hyena extends much further north, even into Central Asia. Striped hyenas in Asia are generally much larger than those in Africa, weighing from 50-90 pounds (22.7-40.8 kg).

Unlike spotted hyenas that frequently hunt live prey like wildebeest and antelope, striped hyenas depend almost entirely on scavenging. This means they eat plants, garbage, and especially carrion, but they avoid live prey.

Most hyenas have front legs that are longer and much stronger than their hind legs, and their necks are also very long and strong. The reason for this probably lies behind their scavenging behavior— with much stronger, taller legs and necks, hyenas can carry larger pieces of carrion more easily without it dragging through dirt or mud.

Although groups of up to 7 have been recorded, striped hyenas generally live alone or in pairs. This is very different from spotted hyenas, who live in clans that sometimes have over 100 individuals. Also unlike spotted hyenas, male striped hyenas actually help take care of their children.

Striped hyenas mark their territories by producing strong-smelling, mushy stuff called "hyena butter" in their anal glands and smearing it on rocks, stumps, and other landmarks around their territory. You probably didn't want to know that, but now it's too late! Similar to a skunk, striped hyenas spray when they are attacked, as well as raising the mane-like hair on their neck and backs to appear much larger.

I rate striped hyenas 13/10. These things are something ELSE

Photo credits:

(1) Rushikesh Deshmukh (2) Joel Sartore (3) Karim Kara (4) Africa Freak (5) Will Burrard-Lucas

#striped hyena dads are better than spotted hyena dads #hyena butter toast #hyena #hyaena #striped hyena #striped hyaena #animals #biology #nature #science #wildlife #zoology #animal #dogs #wild #weird animal #hyena butter

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 3 months

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The Rev. Jerry Falwell

Featuring Rev. Jerry Falwell

Back in 1989, I was a student at Liberty University and in the office of the University president, Rev. Jerry Falwell for violating the school's personal ethics code. I got caught blowing a guy and you know who Rev. Falwell was, you know I was in trouble. Falwell was a so called champion of righteousness, waging a crusade against homosexuality so my time at Liberty was over.

With that being said, I couldn't help but admirer him. Your typical older white male in his late 50s or early 60s. He had greying hair. Not too bad, he had a cute quality to him. And if I was going out, I might as well go big and have some fun with him. I always had a thing for older guys.

I apologized, slowly licked my lips asked, "Is there something I can do to make up for the infraction?"

His face turned red and just shook his head as if there was nothing I could do. I bet he never had a man make a pass at him. His eyes quickly did a once over on me, and bingo. I do believe the good doctor here might have a thing for little ol' me.

We sat there for an awkward minute as he had his internal struggle whether to accept my proposal for sex or not. So I chose to take things to the next level as I got up and walked over to a wall with his accolades. He turned slightly in his chair, not knowing what to do next and I saw his bulge. I had him right where I wanted him I thought as I walked over to a bookcase by his desk and picked up a picture of him and who I assumed was his wife. She seemed like a hard nosed bitch.

"Is this your wife Rev. Falwell," I asked.

"Yes, we've been married for 30 years." He answered. Ah, so he's been debating if he should cheat on his wife with a young piece of ass like me.

"She seems a bit intense, no?" I asked. He chuckled and almost immediately tried to hide it. I struck a nerve. I bet she was a prude with being only for procreating. And definitely no blow-jobs.

"Does she take good care of you, Rev. Falwell?" I gently asked, placing the picture back.

He froze so I took a small step towards him, but his lower lip seem to quiver a bit. As if words were trying to be formed, but my now sexual presence was suffocating him. I took another step forward and fixed his collar of his shirt. I looked into his eyes and whispered, "Rev. Falwell, does she suck your cock every night and morning? Does she make you feel good?"

I slowly shook his head no. I smiled meekly before kneeling in front of him. I licked my lips and said, "Rev. Falwell, I need another chance. Can't you find it in your heart to give me just one more chance."

With his lips still quivering, he nodded yes as I slid my hands up and down his legs. I put on my most sincere face and thanked him while my hands slid up his body and down his legs again. On the next pass I unbuckled his belt so I could undo his pants. I slid them down and was rewarded with a pretty decent cock. It was about 7 inches, thick, veiny and most importantly, hard. I licked from the bottom of his shaft to the tip as he shuddered in pleasure. I took in his musky smell and it felt so erotic. Then I slipped my lips over his manhood and went to work.

Rev. Falwell gripped the arms of his leather chair as I I could feel the veins on his cock as my lips glided up and down. His salty precum hit my tongue and I looked up at him. His glazed over eyes told me everything I needed to know. I had him right where I wanted him.

I continued my oral assault on him as I sucked him off for everything he was worth. He built enough courage to lay a hand on my shoulder and then on my head as my hands slipped under his ass so I could take him deeper. I let his cock hit the back of my throat a couple times to make that sound porn stars make in the videos. I was feeling real slutty as I released his cock from my mouth with a gasp and I jerked him off so I could catch my breathe.

"You're wife doesn't suck your cock like this does she." I asked, looking directly at him. He shook his head no as I slapped his cock against my lips and then my tongue.

Wanting to milk this old bastard and leave him wanting more, I was back to sucking and stroking his thick cock. My head bobbed as his moans got louder and louder. His hands gripped my shoulders as if he wanted me to stop but I wanted it. I wanted his cum. I wanted his satisfaction. He thrusted his hip as he could no longer hold it in anymore. With a last suck, his cock popped out of my mouth for the last time and he shot all over my face as I furiously jerked him off.

His cum sprayed all over my face and I could feel it slowly seep down it. Luckily it looked like he got everything by my eyes. I slowly opened them as I watched him panting as if he'd just ran a marathon. I licked my cum covered lips and tasted him before quickly cleaning all the cum off my face, but didn’t swallow it. Instead I moved quickly up and on top of Jerry until my face was over his. Rev. Falwell opened his mouth to say something and I started French kissing him with my mouth full of the old man’s cum.

Looking into his clear blue eyes, I saw a look of shock. Then he was surprisingly kissing me back. His tongue was every where inside my mouth, angry and as brutal as he could make it. I loved. As I wrapped my tongue around his and sucked, I could feel him swallowing his own cum as he sucked it out of my mouth.

Suddenly I felt his hand grasp my balls. I sucked in air as he tighten his grip on my tender testicles. Then as I started jerking and thrashing from the pain of his iron grip on my balls as we kissed like I had never before kissed someone. I thought he was going to rip my balls off as he squeezed and pulled on them. But a part of me love it.

When we finally broke our embrace, Jerry let go of my balls. And the moment he did that, I undid my pants and jerked them down along with my boxer shorts. My fat dick sprung up and stood straight out from my body. It was so hard it was throbbing. The old man's eyes got big as he looked at my thick dick against his mouth. I didn’t think Rev. Falwell would open his mouth, but then I guess he was so horned up he didn’t know what he was doing. The next thing I knew Rev. Falwell was sucking my dick.

I felt wonderful. But even better to look down at Rev. Jerry Falwell, the fundamentalist preacher who founded the Moral Majority while he had my dick in his mouth. I got so excited that I shot off. He gagged and tried to spit my dick out but I forced my dick in him, and made him swallow the entire load before pulling it out.

Needless to say, I wasn't kicked out of school that day.

#jerry falwell #Jerry Falwell Sr.#The Rev. Jerry Falwell #fan fiction #celebrities

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Name: Lieutenant, Andy 'Achilles' Graves

(Yes, He is Graves' younger brother- Dont come after me for it. It just fits)

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Nickname(s): Barracks bunny, Graves, Phillip, and The Brawn (He gets called by his brothers name by accident all the time. It pisses him off and he snaps at whoever calls him it no matter their rank) Ethnicity: White Nationality: American Languages: English and Spanish Call sign: Achilles

Rank: Lieutenant

Skin Tone: Olive

Eye Color: Grey

Hair Color: Dark brown

Hair Length: Short, Think Graves hair but curlier.

( Normally, He'd keep it long and in a wolf cut but he's dedicated to the army)

Height: 5'9

Weight: 130

Scars/Marks/Burns: He has a long scar along his neck that runs from the left side of his chin down to his collarbone, He has 2nd degree burns around his wrists, and there's some scar and burn marks along his back.

Tattoos: He has one. It's in morse code and it's his best friend's birthday and death date.

Personality:

Andy is very charismatic and is always the first to get a smile out of everyone. He isn't overly dramatic but he does come up with quick come backs and his voice drips with sarcasm. Normally he could be found standing near one of his friends with a dead and cold expression on his face. But, When he speaks you can tell he's full of life and just a hoot to be around. Despite being so openly charismatic not a lot of people know where he's from or who his family is. After Grave's betrayal he worked and bribed many officers to delete any affiliation with his brother off of his record as he wanted nothing to do with him.

Likes: Explosives, Rpgs, Sharks, a good scotch, and just general chatter

Dislikes: Graves, Any personal talk, Loud noises, and people yelling at him. (He will yell back)

Habit(s): Checking his heart beat, biting on his nails. constantly checking his blind spots, and the excessive need to always be in uniform.

Talent(s): He excels in covert missions and being the brute force. He'll barge into a room with no care for his own life, Is normally used as a battering ram.

Reputation: He has a pretty good relationship with most of the people he works with. While most like him they also get very unsettled by how he can be so open and talkative yet have no one even know his own name.

Relationship(s):

Phillip Graves- Brother

Preferred Weapon(s):

Assault rifles, Rpgs, and the Ax-50 Gunsmith

Agility: 9/10

Hand-to-Hand Combat: 7/10 (Tries to avoid it if he can but can knock someone out)

Long Range Accuracy: 10/10

Defense: 9/10

Offense: 6/10

People Skills: 4/10

Birthplace: Paris, Texas

Character Background:

Andy's father was a veteran and was Dishonorably discharged after getting into a fight with his commander. Unlike Graves, Who grew up without their father around (Headcanon), He grew up with his father being extremely present and way too involved. Their father was cruel and aggressive. With Graves being too old to manipulate, his father decided to try and make Andy his super soldier. He wanted Andy to be everything he wasn't so Andy was beaten and yelled at constantly, Graves was too but Andy never saw any of what their father did to Graves. All he ever saw Graves being pulled onto his father's lap and having their father run his hands through Graves' hair. To Andy, Graves was the favorite, As he grew up the punishments for Andy grew more and more violent. They ranged from being violently beaten to being thrown out in the cold. When he was 17 he had gotten into a fight with his father where he was abruptly sent to Military school. He spent the rest of his school years in the military school with Semi-regular visits from Graves. In these times they repaired their relationship and helped each other heal.

Andy eventually ended up joining the army. He had no other goals and he excelled in boot camp. He would even send letters to Graves all the time, They would go back and forth about what each of their lives was like in their different fields.

About three weeks before Graves and Andy were meant to meet up Andy got word of what his Brother did. He became pissed and every bottled up hatred he had for his brother bubbled to the surface. On the week that they were meant to meet up, he and his best friend Isaac at the time decided to go to a few bars during their down time and just have fun exploring the nearby town. On their way back to the base Andy's best friend, Commander Isaac was shot and killed by a Iraq mercenary who he had spared on their last mission.

The mercenary hunted down Isaac and killed him right In Front of Andy. The only reason he was able to recognize Isaac was because Isaac didn't like face coverings and never really wore them when on the battlefield.

His best friend, Andy held Isaac in his arms and called for backup. By the time any paramedics got their Isaac was dead. He had died on impact but Andy was in denial. He did everything he could to save Isaac. It shook Andy to his core and it took many months of probation, Therapy, and Psych screenings before he went back into the field. When he did go back he was Achilles. Just Achilles, He'd wear tented tactical goggles and a medical mask constantly. It was impossible to see him without them as he swore to himself that no person he ever killed would be able to hunt him down like they did Isaac. He only has two close friends and hasn't spoken to his brother in ages. He's a part of a Special task force that takes jobs where it's needed. They're mostly covert and are meant to get in and out by doing anything and everything necessary to complete their task.

#cod oc art #cod ocs #cod mw2 #call of duty oc #original character #phillip graves mention

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ava-and-arts · 9 days

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the cannibals

About the group[except Christoph]

Purple hair: Myriam

Age: 16

Gender: Bigender

Sexuality: aroace

Light brown: Pomni

Age: 10

Gender: female

Sexuality: lesbian

Grey hair: Nathan

Age: 45

Gender: Trans

Sexuality: pansexual

Blue hair: jester

Age: 34

Gender: male

Sexuality: Achillean

Brown hair: Edward

Age: 50

Gender: Genderfluid

Sexuality: asexual bi

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melancholicheart · 9 months

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All This Time- Chapter 10 (END)

!FINALE!

cw: trans male pregnancy (past, mentioned), angst, miscommunication, fluff and happy ending

“I wanna take you out,” Simon says, out of the blue. “You and Elizabeth, tonight. My treat.”

“Oh yeah?” Johnny quirks a brow and smiles at Simon, “What’s the occasion?”

Simon is silent for a short moment but Johnny, ever the expert on the body language of Ghost, sits bolt upright and stares at him intently, “Simon, what’s the occasion?”

“I- I’ve handed in my notice. Yesterday, to Price before they left. Effective immediately.” Simon mumbles. He watches Johnny’s face to gauge a reaction, “I’m not going back.”

“You’re- not? You’re being serious?” Johnny asks.

“Deadlier than a .50 Cal.” He jokes.

Johnny’s face erupts into pure elation. Whether he means to or not, he throws himself at Simon. He wraps his arms around his neck and holds him tightly as he laughs at himself, “You really mean it?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Johnny,” Simon sighs. He rests his nose in the nape of Johnny’s neck and breathes in gently. Johnny’s scent has always calmed him and he closes his eyes gently, “I’ve handed my notice in so I can be here for you and Elizabeth. If- if that’s still what you want, that is.”

“Of course it is,” Johnny mumbles. He lessens his grip a little but stays in Simon’s arms, “It’s all I’ve thought about for a long time now.”

Simon smiles and opens his eyes, looking over Johnny’s shoulder and seeing the door to Elizabeth’s room where she is playing.

“So, can I take you both out? I want to ask Elizabeth if she wants me to stay for good, no more army and whatnot. Then, if she says yes, I’ll start looking for a place of my own so I’m not in your hair all the time.” Simon explains.

“Yes you can take us out but you don’t need to find a new place. You’re fine here, Si, you should stay with us.”

“What, in your bed? I can’t stay here forever, I’ll just be holding you back from things again.”

Johnny shakes his head, “No you won’t, I want you to stay. I like having you back around

Simon and I- well, it’s nice to not have an empty bed anymore.”

Simon isn’t convinced. Johnny has always been too nice for his own good. Hell, the fact he even let him in the house when he appeared on his doorstep is testament to that, but Simon lets it drop for now.

He takes time to book a reservation, at a Mexican restaurant that Johnny says is Elizabeth’s favourite place. He thinks about Alejandro and Rudy, already retired and beginning the process of adoption right now. He wonders what they would think of him, of what happened with Johnny and about Elizabeth. He imagines Alejandro would be head over heels for her, picking her up and throwing her in the air. Rudy would be more careful and wouldn’t treat her like a kid. He would talk to her and braid her hair and Simon feels a smile grace his features as he thinks of his little family being with his dysfunctional work family.

Five PM rolls around. They voted for an earlier dinner so Elizabeth could be in bed at a reasonable time. Her school life starts next week and Johnny is trying to fit her into a routine now so the first day isn’t as daunting for her.

Simon is dressed casually but nicely. He has straight black jeans on and a button up grey shirt that tucks into the waistband of his pants well. He wears his leather jacket over the top. He can’t find Johnny or Elizabeth about though so he tiptoes to her room and peaks in at the door.

Johnny is dressed too, nice pants on and a black shirt with mesh shoulders and sleeves. His hair is styled messily and Simon goes weak at the knees and feels his face blush bright red as he looks at him in the reflection of the mirror he’s sat before. Elizabeth has on a shirt and skirt combo, tights with butterfly patterns etched into them and a black skirt swishes around her legs. She just has a white shirt on, pleasantly clean for a four year old, and Johnny is expertly tying butterfly adorned bobbles into the two plaits on the side of her head.

Johnny catches Simon’s eye in the mirror and smiles as he leans forwards and kisses the back of Elizabeth’s hair, “All done baby.”

Elizabeth jumps up promptly and startles when she sees Simon in the doorway before smiling. She thanks Johnny for doing her hair and says, “Daddy! Look how pretty Papa’s shirt is!”

It’s Johnny’s turn to blush as he tugs on the loose shirt, “It’s not- I dunno- too much is it?”

Simon shakes his head and picks Elizabeth up after she raises her arms at him. He is a natural already, he knows all her tells and what she wants all the time, “I think you look amazing, Johnny.”

“Thanks, Si,” Johnny shows a nervous smile, “You look great too.”

“Wa’ about me? Am I pretty?” Elizabeth asks and Johnny chuckles.

He walks over to them and he smiles at Lizzie, gently running a thumb over her soft cheek, “You look beautiful, darling.”

Once everyone is happy and ready, they drive to the restaurant and Elizabeth bounces giddily as Johnny and Simon hold her hands and lift her up the stairs. She swings from their arms and babbles on about tacos and chilli and Simon doesn’t think he’s ever heard her talk quite so much.

They are seated quickly and Simon tells Johnny to have something to drink if he likes and Simon will drive them home. He gets a beer, after a little persuasion whilst Simon and Elizabeth both drink J2O.

Their meals don’t last long, Elizabeth devours her tacos and a plate of chips as Simon watches in shock. He got chilli nachos, the same chilli in the tacos, and he thinks it is super spicy but Elizabeth doesn’t seem fazed. Johnny, as always, gets chicken enchiladas. They talk a little over their food but not about anything important.

It’s domestic, Simon notes. So normal and natural, everyone else in the busy restaurant doing the exact same thing, but Simon’s heart is beating out of his chest with pure elation at feeling so ordinary.

When they place their dessert orders, Simon and Johnny share a look and Simon turns to Elizabeth before clearing his throat. Johnny sips from his light beer and watches.

“Elizabeth, sweetie, can I talk to you?” Simon asks.

She nods but looks a little sheepish. She sips her drink through a straw and then says, “Am I in trouble?”

Simon shakes his head, “No Lizzie, don’t worry, I just want to ask you a question?”

“Okay, Daddy.” She smiles and pays full attention to him.

“I- I wanted to ask if you would like me to stay. If you would be okay with me moving in with you and Papa. I asked Grandpa Price if I could leave my job with him and he said I could so I can stay here with you and Papa. Would you like that?” He asks.

She is less enthusiastic than Johnny but that doesn’t mean that she isn’t excited. She nods quickly and rocks in her place in the booth a little, “So, you’ll stay forever?” She asks.

“If you would like me to, yes.” Simon says and she nods enthusiastically. She shuffles along the seat and cuddles her Dad.

“Yes please, Daddy,” She mumbles, “I won’t have to miss you then!”

Simon pouts and wraps his arms around her, “You’ll never have to miss me again, darling, I promise. I’m sorry I wasn’t here from the start for you.”

“‘s okay, Daddy, I have you AND Papa now. That’s pretty cool.”

Simon laughs and Johnny watches them both with a fond smile. Looking at Simon and Elizabeth together like that warms his heart and he is so happy for Simon. He’s known him for such a long time and seen everything he’s been through and for him to be as happy as he is in this moment makes Johnny feel so ecstatic.

When they’re back home and Elizabeth is tucked into bed, Johnny pours a glass of bourbon for himself and Simon and sits in the living room with him. Simon thanks him for the glass and takes a sip.

“I’m proud of you Simon,” Johnny mumbles, “You’ve adjusted to all of this so well and we’re so happy to have you.”

“Thankyou Johnny. I’m not gonna lie and say it isn’t a lot, because it is, but I wouldn’t want things to be any different.” Simon smiles.

Johnny places his glass on the coffee table and shuffles a little closer to Simon and places a hand on his forearm, “You don’t want to make any changes?”

Simon looks into Johnny’s eyes and feels like he’s transported back to the barracks. Johnny lay in bed, shirtless most likely, and with much shorter hair. His eyes would shine in the dark, guiding Simon like a beacon and he never once lost his way with Johnny by his side. He lets out a little chuckle into his glass before placing it down too.

“You’re right,” Simon smirks, “There is one thing..”

Johnny smirks back, “Is that so? Well tell me, Simon, what could possibly make your stay any better?”

Simon leans in, nose touching Johnny’s and a warmth overcomes him and trickles up his face. His lips are tingling and he bites his lip gently, “You.”

He presses his lips to Johnny’s just as soon as he stops speaking and he smirks at the surprised noise that emits from him. He licks into his mouth, tasting Johnny for the first time in so long and it’s like a breath of fresh-fucking air.

“Fuckin’ missed you.” Johnny breathes out lightly as he slides his hands up and rests them on the nape of Simon’s neck, gently running his fingers through the hair there.

“I missed you too, I missed this,” Simon mutters, pressing his lips back against Johnny’s and pulling back a little as he sinks his teeth into Johnny’s lower lip, pulling him with him, “I missed us.”

“Please come to bed with me,” Johnny mumbles, “Not to do anything, I just- I need to be with you, need to hold you.”

Simon nods but doesn’t move, encapsulating Johnny’s lips once more and sinking into it further, pressing him into the back of the couch as he hand cups Johnny’s face, thumb rubbing circles into his light stubble. He smiles to himself and mumbles, “I can’t believe that I have you back after all this time.”

“Let’s not do that again,” Johnny whines, “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Never again?” Simon asks, wrapping his pinky around Johnny’s and kissing their interlocked hands.

Johnny smiles and kisses them too, “Never.

ONE WEEK LATER

“Where’s Daddy?” Elizabeth whines, tugging on Johnny’s hand as he walks her across the road to school.

“I don’t know darling, he’ll be here soon though, okay?” Johnny explains and she nods.

“I want him here, I don’t want to go in without saying goodbye.”

Johnny rubs his thumb soothingly on the back of her hand and grumbles under his breath that Simon better not be late. They stand together in the school grounds, waiting for the teacher’s to let the kids in, and Elizabeth is scanning around the playground to find people her age to befriend. She sidles up closer to Johnny and tugs on his arm.

“That’s lots of people.” She mumbles.

“Don’t worry baby,” A voice behind her replies, “You’ll be everyone’s favourite soon enough.”

They both turn around and see Simon standing behind her. He has a bundle of paperwork under his arms but in the other hand he passes her a single daisy, long and bright, and he leans down to her height.

“Daddy!” She shrieks in delight. She throws her arms around his neck and he rests a hand on her back. “You made it!”

“Of course I did, I promised I’d be here, didn’t I?” He says and she nods.

“Had us worried for a minute there, Si.” Johnny says lightly, holding his hand out for him and helping him off the floor.

“I’m nothing if not a man of my word.” Simon smiles and wraps his arm around Johnny’s back as Elizabeth stands between them both, “I got the job, by the way.”

“You did? I thought you were only going for an interview?”

“They liked me, for some reason. They hired me there and then and I signed the contract,” Simon grins, “I am now a Veteran’s physiotherapist.”

Johnny had been shocked to learn that Simon had gone above and beyond in his medics training since Johnny left and has actually gotten medical qualifications in the time they’ve been apart. He is still training and perfecting what he does but he has snagged himself a job that he actually is excited about so fast and Johnny is so proud.

“Oh Simon, that’s amazing,” Johnny grins, “I’m so proud of you.”

Simon smiles and looks across the grounds where the teachers are calling the kids in. Johnny and Simon walk Elizabeth over to her teacher and both crouch down to hug her.

“Have an amazing first day, baby girl,” Johnny kisses her forehead, “Be good, learn lots. I love you and I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, Papa. I love you.” She replies.

“Have a good day, sweetheart,” Simon mumbles, kissing her cheek, “We’ll both come and pick you back up later, okay?”

“Okay, I love you Daddy.” She says.

Simon freezes a little, looking into the little girl’s sincere eyes, and his own well up before he says, “I love you too, darling.”

She goes inside, her bag trailing behind her in her hands and Johnny wraps his arms around Simon and holds him as they walk back to the car, “She said she loves you!”

“So I didn’t just imagine that?” Simon mumbles.

Johnny chuckles and shakes his head, “I love you too, y’know?”

Simon smiles and kisses the tip of Johnny’s nose, aware they’re in public, “I love you too.”

And he does. Simon loves his family.

#call of duty #mw2 #ghostsoap #mw2 2022 #soapghost #john soap mactavish #ghost #soap #family #simon ghost riley #trans man #trans mpreg

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valentine-cafe · 28 days

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. ˚◞♡ 𝒛𝒉𝒂𝒐 𝒚𝒊𝒛𝒆 9948 𝒆 — the mercenary reaper◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “ to take away a life before it’s deathly schedule, is to mess with the deathly gods, my dear. i advice you step away from that sword now and heed my word, unless you truly wish to feel the wrath of the deathly ” ꒱

˚◞꒰verse꒱ 9948e

. ˚◞꒰face claim refs꒱ ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ grim reaper

. ˚◞꒰ethnicity꒱ chinese

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 23

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱ male

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱ intp

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ deadly nightshade ( society of shades ), dawn orchid ( family alias ), the crimson wrath ( society of shades ), frostbite ( society of shades )

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. maroon eyes that have the faintest specks of pink circled around his pupil, only really visible in the light of the sun or the neon streetlight of the society of shades.

𖹭. fluffy, dark brown hair styled in a medium length wolfcut, often pulled into a ponytail with a ribbon holding it together.

𖹭. his tan complexed face is compromised of soft and sharp features, the edge of his jawline one of the sharper points of his face, a beauty mark on his right cheekbone.

𖹭. stands at the height of 6’5” ft ( 198cm ), fit athletic build, compromised of toned muscle.

𖹭. long hands and fingers scattered with intricate silver and black rings, along with his wrists that carry several thin bracelets.

𖹭. piercings: right brow pierced, snake bites on lips, standard lobe piercing ( both ears ) with two sapphire gems hanging from the end of the earrings he wears and industrial piercing ( left ear )

𖹭. extremely sharp rows of teeth — a thing that all nocturnal reapers have in common.

𖹭. dresses techwear and cyberpunk styled aesthetics, usually only in the dark hues of clothes.

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. appears rather blunt and aloof generally. especially with the way that he speaks

𖹭. might come off as indifferent and mean-spirited

𖹭. has a sort of cool calmness paired with a flat expression

𖹭. has a lot of conflicting emotions, which may result in mood swing and a short temper

𖹭. is in fact a bit socially awkward and doesn’t know how to react in certain situations

𖹭. his bluntness pairs with a level of sass

𖹭. quite morally grey, in reality, a lot of his kind hearted, empathetic and sympathetic behaviour is often masked

𖹭. can be quite deceptive, especially with the way that he masks

𖹭. a man of good intentions but has a weird way of executing it because of his social awkwardness

𖹭. with those that he’s close to he can be quite playful and chaotic. turns from an icy mercenary to a joking, teasing individual with a bright smile

𖹭. sometimes people might see him a bit of a dull blade but that is a mistake on their half. he is actually highly intelligent

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. displays his caring side to its full extent, not wanting you to ever doubt his love for you

𖹭. can get quite overprotective because of previous instances in his life. always will loom somewhere behind you to assure things don’t get out of hand

𖹭. can have some insecurities due to previous relationships and developed abandonment issues which lead into possessive tendencies. does anything to make sure people know that you are his

𖹭. likes taking you for late night drives, to go watch movies with you or get milkshakes

𖹭. sometimes shows up at your doorstep with a bunch of flowers

𖹭. be ready for lots of teasing because he enjoys flustering you. from heated and passionate makeout sessions to different hand placements

𖹭. sometimes spoils you with material of hand-made things

𖹭. he’s a morning person. sometimes he’d wake up and leave to make breakfast for you before rushing back into the bedroom when he’s done so that he can wake you up with cuddles and kisses

𖹭. overall very soft and vulnerable with you

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. soul-reaping: yizé has the ability to reap more than 50 souls and carry them on his scythe until he can send them away to the afterlife.

𖹭. vapor teleportation: can warp his physical form into a dark cloud of vapor and can move at high speeds towards a different location.

𖹭. dark vapor production: produces a dark vapor from his back and shoulders that can blind and disorientate enemies greatly.

𖹭. incredible stealth: a skill that he developed over the years of working as a mercenary in the society of shades. extremely in-depth with the art of stealth, he is often sent to scout when assigned missions by the circle of veils.

𖹭. can see souls/ghosts: as a reaper yizé has the ability to see ghosts, spirits, wraiths, etc. along with the souls of both living and dead.

𖹭. increased bodily function: advanced strength, speed, agility and durability.

𖹭. heightened senses: advanced sight, smell, hearing, taste and awareness of surroundings.

𖹭. healing factor: a dull healing factor that heals his injuries far quicker than the average mortal being.

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. peaches: a mild reaction to peaches that can be solved with basic medication.

𖹭. walnuts: do not let him near walnuts, he can become severely ill and result in hm being hospitalized.

𖹭. abandonment issues: mild abandonment issues, should those that he cares about stay away from him for long periods of time he gets rather anxious.

𖹭. rest: being taught to always be on his guard, yizé finds it difficult to rest.

𖹭. daylight: as a nocturnal reaper, daylight and other bright sources of light can weaken his senses of sight as he is used to the darkness of the night.

𖹭. d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it.

𖹭. extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

𖹭. fading: occurs when a reaper goes through immense hurt and pain. their physical form quite literally begins to disappear, making them appear transparent. it can be a very painful process, both emotionally and physically. until their physical form eventually fades away and their soul moves on to the afterlife

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

a mercenary working under the sub-group of the merciful death guild, who walks with many aliases on him both inside and outside of the society of shades, zhào yizé is the 5th and youngest son of the zhào family — ever the hardworking and stubborn man, he shares a mutual goal with his older brothers to put down the corrupt government of litharia, along with the higherups in the society of shades who are affiliated with the governors of the country.

along the way, he also finds himself dealing with stuff in the spirit realm due to recent activity of creatures that usually do not show themselves in said realm showing up and stirring trouble. leaving him to investigate on such matters on behalf of his boss rasui, who sends him over together with the reaper’s significant other, takara.

all whilst this is going on, he has his family to look after to at home!! oh the chaos that this poor young man gets tossed around and about in.

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. yuè mèng yáo: mother.

𖹭. zhào mùchén: deadbeat father.

𖹭. zhào jìngyí: older brother, deceased.

𖹭. zhào hàoyú: older brother.

𖹭. zhào haitāo: older brother.

𖹭. zhào xīyáng: older brother.

𖹭. zhào yŭ xī: younger brother/sister/sibling.

𖹭. rasui: boss. ( fatherly figure )

𖹭. lorenzo agresta arias: best friend, work mutual.

𖹭. alessio agresta arias: older brother figure

𖹭. takara: significant other, best friend, work partner.

𖹭. takeya: enemy, rival.

𖹭. shalika vaiysha: older sister figure

𖹭. zhào talisen 781: older brother, different dimension ( verse 781)

𖹭. alessio arias ( verse 781 ): close friend

𖹭. rishen herrera ( verse 781 ): close friend

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. he can play the guqin

𖹭. he is a mercenary at the society of shades; the circle of veils.

𖹭. he has a pet mythical snake named mister squiggles.

𖹭. he speaks chinese ( mandarin ) and japanese.

𖹭. he has a scythe, named cyrilla, that, when struck with, does not deal only a cut in the area hit but several similar cuts across the body in a row.

#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ tea time — yize 9948e ꒱#asterism #terato #teratophillia #grim reaper character #mercenary character #x reader #reader insert #yize 9948e #zhao yize 9948e

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meonlyred · 10 months

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Going to go on a bit of a rant here about the "BG3 companions younger mods" I have been seeing. Don't want to hijack someone's else posts. Or really engage in the fandom about it. Just want to get it off my chest.

I try not to judge how people mod their games. After all it doesn't effect me or my play throughs in the least. But man, I find these kind of mods disconcerting, I guess. I wouldn't go as far to say offensive but at very least it seems like an extremely narrow world view on what people can and cannot look like. Which I find to be irritating and frustrating.

There are dozens of RPGs with companions who are young, in their early to mid 20s. And that is fine. But we are spoiled for choice for games with companions like that. I am not sure the official age of all the companions, but most of them are clearly over 30, some older and that frankly is refreshing and wonderful to see. That adventure and questing isn't some Logan's Run bullshit where no one ever gets past 30.

This cast of characters had lives, they had complicated pasts before coming together. They weren't fresh faced and new sent out into the world for the first time. Its nice to see that written into their appearance. Their appearances are just as much part of their development as their quests and romances are.

I was delighted when Larian changed Gale from early access patch 1 to what he looks like now. Unkempt slightly greying hair, dark circles under the eyes, much more fitting of a man who spent a year quarantining himself while he waited to die an extremely violent death. It makes him look like an actual developed character and not "Leading Video Game Man With No Depth Or Personality #29323." [Replays his act 2 scene for the dozenth time where he actually looks harrowed and begging you not to leave him alone because he is terrified.]

And Jaheira! I am going to kiss someone on the mouth for her design! She actually looks like my grandmother did. I can't describe in words how fucking tired I am of "She is an elf so she looks like she is 12." Which jfc, so much to unpack there. Actually seeing a female character who is fucking "ALLOWED" to look old fills me with so much joy. Taking that away does feel almost offensive to me. Every inch of a real life women's bodies are already pick over for every imperfection as it is. Male characters can look old, have wrinkles and grey hair but heaven fucking forbid a woman looking over 30 or have any slight "imperfection!" I hope every video game female character from now on looks 50+ and if anyone tries to make her to look even a year younger, I will personally come to burn down your house.

I think, I might be the most pissed off about her "younger" mod.

There is even a mod to make Shadowheart look "younger" which I can't even begin to express my disappointed on that. Younger? You mean somehow airbrushed in our muddy shitty camp?

#Red Rambles #Totally not a BGThree post #Some slight spoilers in here too for act 2

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sivar-ffxiv-hub · 11 months

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Profile: Evreux Mouraut

the basics ––– –

NAME: Evreux Mouraut

AGE: 50

BIRTHDAY: 11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon (Nov. 10th)

RACE: Ishgardian Elezen

GENDER: Male

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Salt and pepper

EYES: Light grey

HEIGHT: 6′10″

BUILD: Lean, athletic

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A couple of scars on his face. One across his eye and another across his cheek.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Walks with a bit of a limp due to a leg injury. He tries to hide it but sometimes walks with a cane.

personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Painter, Machinist

HOBBIES: Trinket making, reading, boxing, gambling

RESIDENCE: Ishgard

BIRTHPLACE: Ishgard

RELIGION: Halone

PATRON DEITY: Halone

FEARS: Abandonment, losing loved ones, dragons

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: None

CHILDREN: None

PARENTS: Deceased

SIBLINGS: None

OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown

PETS: None

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, male lean

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Libido: High

Turn ons: Confidence, passion, playfulness

Turn offs: Being all talk

Love Language: Acts of service, physical touch

Relationship Tendencies: Slow to trust, is not monogamous. Very devoted once he makes his mind up though.

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between/

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess /

His Carrd

Server: Marilith @mooglemeet

#evreux #ishgardian #elezen #male elezen #ffxiv rp #ff14 rp

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starsfic · 1 year

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Sun Wukong and Macaque Forms

I am not an artist but I figured I would lay this out as a reference for myself for fics.

Sun Wukong

Trans

Human form looks somewhere between early 30s-early 50s. Appears to have badly dyed strawberry-blonde hair with glamored visible dark roots (this to distance himself from the monkey form). Eyes appear to be amber. If disguised as male, either wears his yellow hoodie outfit or a yellow sweater with teal sweatpants. If disguised as female (usually for missions only) wears flattering yellow or blue dresses and shows his actual long hair tied back in a high ponytail. Both forms wear little earrings either shaped like the staff, a monkey, or lotus flowers.

True form is short, with darker red fur and red eyes. Has long hair usually tied back in a braid. Has a large assortment from scars, including one around his brow from the fillet and burn scars from Red Boy's Samadhi fire. He has two large scars on his back from his rampage through Heaven that do bleed under stress and must be stitched up with diamond-laced thread. After S3, he has white streaks in his fur and has large burns from LBD forcing him to walk through Xiaojiao's Samadhi fire that are wrapped up. After S4, has a large scar crisscrossing over his chest from Azure Lion's sword.

Macaque

Human form looks between early 40s-early 50s. Dark-haired with a scruffy beard. Eyes appear to be brown. During shows, wears his show master robe with a simple outfit under with hair in a bun. Out and about in public, has many outfits, switching between hanfus and jeans with leather jackets. Wears his hair in a short ponytail and always has his scarf.

True form is short with six ears, their colors being red/purple/cyan. Half of his fur is white from LBD, while the rest of his fur is grey (if this is his actual fur color or a product of LBD is uncertain). Has a massive scar across his eye from his death and his ears on that side are tattered and torn. Has long hair and scars on his wrists.

#LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Sun Wukong #Macaque

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summercreolefanfictioner · 2 years

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Be best friends with Ayato(platonic friendship without romance) please

pov: you're Ayato's mortal bff / female equivalent

Prepare for trouble, and always make it double

A/N: I am actually having multiple requests of Ayato having a female bff but this one is platonic so might as well start off with this one.

you and Ayato actually didn't have a great start

and it all started when this bratty ore-sama was like pranking you during class (e.g. throwing papers at you which are meant for Kanato or trying to ruin your hair when he passes by your seat)

even switched out his name for yours so he could skip cleaning duty

it was a pain for you like you wish you could just throttle him

until you were in a basketball practice game with him

well since you're a member of Ryoutei's female basketball team, your captain decided to ask for Ayato and some male members for assistance with the gameplay

but turns out the game between you and Ayato turned serious

like the players are freaking worried the practice game would turn into bloodshed

and tbh you find him quite great in his basketball skills

but you still wanna throttle him tho

afterwards the relationship between you two went... okay?

like he doesn't prank you as much (but he still does cmon this is Ayato)

he actually didn't feel your murderous intent during the practice game and soon he became friends with you bcos he found out you listen to the same songs

even hangs out with you after school aside from club activities

you even found out he's a vampire and he thought your opinion of him would change

you were just "I don't care if you're a vampire. I will still throw the ball at you during the game."

"So you're not worried about me drinking your blood or something?"

"Ayato, vampires can't drink their prey's blood while playing a basketball game. Well, unless that's how you do things."

👁️👄👁️

I swear Ayato was dumbfounded at your statement but it made him kinda relieved

then it took you like a few weeks??? before you noticed how this one blonde girl looked at you

but it's not like she looks at you with contempt, it was more like she is confused and curious abt your relationship with Ayato

and you always see this particular girl around Ayato bcos he kept calling her by this stupid nickname "Chichinashi"

yep he likes this girl no doubt

so one time she approached you abt homework then when the two of you were left alone, she asked you if you like Ayato

"Do I like him like what?"

"Like... a boyfriend."

🙃😐

*cue vomiting sounds*

istg you just wanna ask her where she got that idea but since she was so curious and this looked like an important moment, you answered her

"*snorts* Please. I would rather kill myself than date him."

you found out this girl was Yui Komori and she likes the redheaded idiot

I swear you became their wingman

you even indulge on those days when you are around these two, watching them bicker like an old married couple

"I swear one of these days I'm just gonna see you two French kissing."

you have never seen them that embarrassed like Yui wanted the ground to swallow her whole while Ayato tried to retort like a sputtering child

you even shamelessly flirt with Yui to rile him up

like forget beating him in basketball cause the fvcker made your life miserable

might as well tease him for being head over heels for his blonde crush

Ayato even asks your opinion abt what Yui would like

"Can't you just ask her?"

"But girls like surprises!"

"Yeah, but they don't like stupid surprises so get your sht going."

you even defend Yui from other girls who diss her bcos she's always around Ayato

like Yui's just way better for you in your opinion

Yui even confides to you abt Ayato sometimes, like this one time he invited you to watch 50 shades of Grey movie cause he heard girls like Christian Grey but it just traumatized Yui

"I don't know what to say after that, Y/N-chan."

"Ah, just let it be. Man probably just thought you would like it."

but deep inside you're judging Ayato's poor decision-making skills

and for some reason, you just see them finally hitting off

but yeah nothing has changed

Ayato still comes to you when he wanna talk abt Yui

you just wait for the moment they're gonna hand you a wedding invitation

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