#I just know something about the movement and how absolutely crunched up he is just

[anangelcalledinquisitor]

Can I just say thank you to everyone who has been good about tagging their Help Wanted 2 spoilers? I'm not being as diligent with it as I was for Security Breach in general, but it is one that I want to try to experience as much as I can when I can actually play it (word is there will be a Non-VR version soon-ish? And since I can't play VR for medical reasons, I have to wait).

(and to all of you who don't tag your Ruin spoilers, seriously, why you gotta be like that?)

#the inquisitor speaks #please make sure you tag your spoilers #there's something about the Ruin Eclipse design that just sets off my anxiety I have no idea why #I just know something about the movement and how absolutely crunched up he is just #it's bad #emotionally so and physically there's a very unpleasant sensation and I really am not explaining it well #I played Ruin exactly ONCE #which is sad because I actually really loved it! #it was so much easier than Security Breach #and I only got like ten minutes with the skrunklies #and that was me taking it very slow because I wanted to hear all of the lines! #And I was like Eclipse! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS OH GOD NO NONONONONO BRAIN BAD hey he's gone where he go #I spent the entire like 30 seconds you get to see Eclipse trying to stop from verbally wigging out #and didn't get to be excited to finally see and hear him like everyone else got to #this has turned into a rant uhhhhh my bad #the inquisitor writes a novel in the tags

[prying-pandora666]

The Cast and Crew Don’t Deserve Your Hate

I know many of us feel hurt and betrayed by NATLA. I know this. I feel the same.

Please stop cursing Albert Kim and the production crew. The fact is, he inherited a huge mess that was already behind schedule. Studios nowadays want the fastest turn around possible and are willing to pour money into projects.

But not time.

I’ve said it before, but LOTR is the absolute gold standard for production. They took years of pre-production time to hand craft their costumes and props and wigs. They hired artisans to hand make tunics and chainmail by hand. They sourced and layered real human hair for their hair pieces. It was incredible.

GOT also attempted something similar though not nearly at the same scale.

That’s why both of these productions have such fantastic and realistic feeling costumes, wigs, and props.

Modern studios just want fast turn around. They’ll pour in money but they want it fast. That’s why the modern takes on LOTR and GOT (ROP and HOTD) look like mediocre cosplay by comparison. The stylists are doing their best, but there’s only so much you can do with so little time.

That’s exactly what’s happened here. You can tell in how awful all the wigs and beards look, even compared to the Shyamalan film of all things! It’s why you can see machine stitching and the fabrics aren’t thick enough to pass for animal pelts. It’s why Iroh’s beard looks like it’s going to fall off, and Yue’s hair looks like a Lego piece, and Azula’s bangs are visibly attached extensions of a completely different sort from the rest of the synthetic wig. It’s why Zuko’s scar looks like a birthmark and not a burn.

It’s why the bending, despite having impressive animation, doesn’t line up well with the actors’ movements and feels pasted on. Almost as if the artists and fight choreographers didn’t get to communicate and plan together.

It’s why the scripts are a poorly juggled mish mash of plots, with threads left to hang in the wind while others are so oversimplified that it feels like a playschool version of ATLA rather then the “adult” version it’s supposed to be.

And it’s why the the Chinese writing is grammatically a mess like they just ran it through Google translate.

I have nothing but respect for Albert Kim and the cast and crew that worked tirelessly to bring this disaster to life under these conditions.

I worry about the poor crew being put through some awful crunch time for this show…

Yes it’s bad. But it’s not only bad as a piece of media. It’s bad as an indicator of what studios prioritize now, and it’s neither audiences nor their own staff.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar #Natla #avatar netflix #NATLA critical

[ur-local-snowman]

MerShark!Soap x Human!Ghost

Part 2/???

Soap absolutely delighted in seeing Ghost take the items he left for him. He made mental notes of what he took and what was left so he could find more for next time.

By this time, it'd been months of him just watching this strange human. He'd never stayed somewhere for this long. There was just something about this man that drew him in.

Soap slowly got more confident. Building his way up to wanting to meet the man. It wasn't until this particular night that soap had realized just how much he wanted to meet him.

Ghost, exhausted after a rather difficult day, had gotten home later than normal. Showered and changed into comfortable clothes before heading down to the pier, as per his usual routine. It'd been a few days since he'd seen a new pile of junk on the pier waiting for him, so this time he looked ahead of him to see if it were there.

Only this time, he saw something else waiting for him. From where he stood, it looked to be a man, sitting on the edge of the pier, placing down said pile of junk, dripping wet. Ghost couldn't make out any important details, other than the muscular looking frame and what looked to be a Mohawk hairstyle.

Ghost was about to call out to them when he took a step, some leaves crunching under the weight of his boot. The man at the pier seemed to startle, looking back towards Ghost before hurriedly sliding into the water, effectively disappearing from view.

Ghost took off, running the rest of the way to the pier and looking out into the water. His first thought was that the man had fell into the water. The pier could be rather slippery at times. But as he looked out into the water, he saw something beneath the surface that made him question it.

It was there and gone before he could blink. A grey-ish blue colored creature with black on the tips of the fins. If he didn't know any better, he'd say it were a shark. Except... Sharks didn't live out this far.

Soap knew he'd been caught. He knew he'd been seen. At this point he was faced with two choices. Stay underwater and pretend he was never there... Or go up and meet this man he'd been watching so closely over the past few months.

He looked up, seeing the man looking over the edge of the pier. He'd never really gotten such a good look at his face before. Even now the water distorts his features slightly.

Giving in to his own thoughts, soap slowly swam up to the surface, a bit away from the man so as to not startle him. He didn't show himself completely just yet, only the top of his head down to his nose showing over the water.

He was nervous, his stomach doing entire gymnastics routines as he watched the man lift his head. The eye contact they made seemed to be the only thing that mattered in the world.

Ghost heard movement in the water, looking up to see what it was. What he didn't expect to see were eyes. Human eyes. Staring dead at him, as if he were the only thing in existence.

The world seemed to stop in the moment, a good few minutes passing before Ghost finally spoke up, his Manc accent heavy in his words.

"You alright there mate?"

Soap could've sworn he forgot how to breathe in that moment. It was even better than he'd imagined. Months of watching this man, observing him, and this is the first time hearing his voice.

As if he'd just remembered something, the man straightened up, looking around in a calm sort of panic.

"Hey I coulda sworn I saw a shark in the water there.. c'mon lemme help you out before you get hurt."

He'd extended his hand out to soap, a gesture to get the man out of the water before some vicious creature came to attack. Soap rose a bit more out o the water, the surface of the water now being at shoulder level as he shook his head.

"No! N-no it's alright-" Soaps accent was just as heavy, Scottish in every way. Upon seeing the look of confusion and surprise on the man's face, he almost shied away.

Soap felt obligated to relieve the man of his confusion, sighing as he dove down I to the water, making sure to flick his tail at the surface to be seen before peeking out again.

TBC -

Part 1 linked 👇🏽 🫶🏽

#cod mw2 #mw2 #simon ghost riley #mermay #mershark #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soapghost #ghoap au #ghoap #ghoap fic

[inoreuct]

I've been loving your ZoSan drabbles, they honestly make my day. I do have a potential drabble request if you'd like: I feel like these two idiots tease each other mercilessly for the dumbest things, like an old married couple. It's almost a game for the rest of the crew to how long it takes them to turn the teasing into either flirting or kissing. It's peak entertainment for the crew

thank you so much??$4!;7:)3 I’M SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT and yes. absolutely. I FLEW TO MY DOCS TO WRITE THIS AND IT WAS SO FUN. the tension is through the roof; not even with the bickering but the teasing. it’s playful and easy and they’re more fond than they should be and is an insult really an insult if it’s said with a smile? anyway. enjoy 😽

“Oho! The world’s greatest swordsman can’t handle a kitchen knife!” Sanji has his hands propped on his hips, faux-flabbergasted and crowing like a town crier. Zoro looks about three seconds away from chopping him up with said kitchen knife instead of the carrots on the countertop. Usopp fears for the cook’s safety.

“Do you think we should… do something?” he turns and whispers gingerly, leaning across his mug of tea so that Nami can hear him from where she’s seated across the table. 

“Something like preventing a possible murder, or getting them to finally kiss? Because…” She takes a pointed slurp from her own mug, her amused gaze fixed on the way Zoro is now animatedly arguing back. “We could do both. Or neither. I’m entertained either way.”

Usopp turns back around, hiding his face in his drink as he eavesdrops shamelessly. He must have missed some conversation, because now Zoro’s sniping about Sanji’s hair, of all things. How they got so far from the original topic in such a short time? Usopp does not know. 

“Well, at least I don’t spend an hour rubbing conditioner on my head,” Zoro scoffs, and Sanji gasps like the swordsman had just cussed out his entire family three generations up and down.

“And that, my dear marimo, is why it looks like a lawn,” he declares with a prim sniff, flicking the tap on with a flourish. “An untrimmed lawn. That a dog ran all over.”

“Wh—”

“No, no,” he laments, scrubbing at a dish in the most melodramatic way Usopp has seen in his life. “A pack of dogs. And they shat all over it, too.”

Zoro puffs up like an angry cat, clearly winding up to verbally throw down, and Usopp turns around to find Nami smirking at him with her eyebrows raised as if to say, see what I mean?

“This is incredible,” he whisper-shouts, amazed.

I know, she mouths delightedly, eyes shining like golden coins.

“What are we talking about,” Luffy hisses, and Usopp damn near jumps out of his skin.

“Great Mother Ocean, when did you get here?!” he nearly squawks, pulling his volume down at the last second, just in time to hear a victorious “and that is why no crab in its right mind would ever want to eat you!” from Zoro. He doesn’t even bother to question it anymore.

Luffy shrugs, biting into an apple with a satisfying crunch. “Like two seconds ago. Are Zoro and Sanji fighting again?”

“More like flirting,” Nami laughs, gesturing with her chin. 

Usopp gives up on straining his neck and gets up to straddle the chair properly. The convo has somehow turned back to hair; Sanji has one hand plucking delicately at green strands, the other covered in soap.

“Keep talking shit about my brows and see if I will,” he says haughtily, and Usopp strains his ears for context as Zoro bares his teeth in a grin, his eye twitching.

“As if I want you to cut it. You’d probably make it all uneven.”

A dry ha! “That’d be an improvement.”

The sniper whips around wildly to look at Nami. Either he’s hearing things, or they sound almost… fond. The way their navigator’s sitting forward in her chair hints at the latter. Luffy bites into his apple again, mumbling, “Why haven’t they kissed yet?” 

Usopp explodes into a flurry of desperate hand movements, mouthing exactly! Exactly! so enthusiastically that his cheeks hurt. 

His captain smiles and then pauses, tilting his head. “Have they kissed yet?”

Usopp’s worldview shatters into shards that then start rearranging themselves because that is a very real possibility. Sanji and Zoro have been bickering ever since before the cook came aboard the Merry, but somewhere along the line it had turned to something more lighthearted, less I’m-gonna-gut-you-like-a-fish-and-have-your-entrails-for-breakfast and more you’re-so-damn-annoying-sit-down-and-let-me-help-you.

The three of them turn in unison to stare at how Sanji and Zoro are now nose to nose, Sanji peering down the scant half-inch he has above the swordsman in height with a smug smile and murmuring “—not what you were saying last week, marimo.”

Zoro tips his head, not backing down even as Sanji cooes at him and somehow, somehow, it doesn’t sound condescending. Usopp is losing his mind. “Never said that, curly-brow. You were the one who filled in the blanks.”

“You left blanks for me to fill in.”

“You’re delusional. There’s gas in your brain, that’s why your head’s so big.” 

“Oh, yeah?” the cook grins, lazy and bright, eyebrows going up as Zoro steps into his space. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Zoro smirks and tilts his head back. “I don’t know. You tell me,” he murmurs, before pulling away and dropping a whole stack of dirty crockery into the sink. “Better get to washing, dish boy.”

Usopp’s eyes are bugging out of his head as Sanji yells and sprays Zoro with water from the pullout tap, sparking a whole new round of squabbling and ankle-kicking and wayward elbows.

“You’re seeing this, right?” he asks desperately, turning around in his seat and gripping the edge of the table. Gosh, he’s feeling light-headed. “I’m not going crazy?”

“Nope,” Nami sighs, popping the ‘p’. “Wanna bet?”

“On?” Luffy shuffles closer, grinning around his apple and she shrugs a shoulder, feigning disinterest. 

“How long it takes dumb and dumber to get their shit together.” 

Usopp really doesn’t know how much he’d be willing to put into this. The way that they fight’s more pigtail-pulling than anything, and that in and of itself is telling— Not to mention, again, how this has been going on for months. Sanji would give Zoro shit for being messy but then go to clean anyway, only to find Zoro’s things already packed. Zoro would snip at the cook for being rigid about dessert before dinner and then find a slice of sour raspberry tart on his bunk, way after teatime was over. Usopp had honestly thought they’d been doing it out of spite, but now…

Then again, with how repressed the both of them were? “…A hundred berry, one month,” he decides, and Nami wrinkles her nose.

“Stingy,” she complains, but she’s hiding a smile as she turns to their captain. “Luffy?”

The boy hums thoughtfully, twisting around. “Are you two kissing?” he yells, and Usopp’s heart fucking drops to the floorboards as the pair stares at them wide-eyed and bursts into protests.

“What— this idiot?”

“The hell? No! Why would you—”

“—on any planet would I ever—”

“Absolutely fucking not. His refined palate—”

“—His brains are in his biceps—”

“Okay,” Luffy says, shrugging as he finishes the last of his apple, core and all, and flings a singular seed into the tiny bin by the sink with startling precision. “Five hundred, two weeks.” 

Usopp can’t help it. He bursts into laughter, smacking his forehead into the tabletop as he clutches at his stomach and the twinge in his ribs. He can hear Sanji’s panicked shouts of “what? What were you betting on? Usopp, tell me now—” and Zoro growling, “Luffy, I swear if this is what I think it is—” and oh. 

The sniper grins into the table. Oho. Did that not imply that Zoro knew something was going on? He could be wrong, but— “Seven-fifty, one week.”

“A thousand!” Luffy counters immediately, and Usopp cackles helplessly because he knows that his captain’s just shouting out numbers now, Luffy doesn’t even have the money. 

“How about we spill the beans on what the hell we’re betting on, and I make us all a special dinner, hm?” Sanji pleads, and it’s honestly funny how hard he’s trying to find out. 

“Absolutely not,” Nami replies, her grin saccharine sweet. “A joint bet of one thousand, seven hundred and fifty berry for one week. Y’know,” she studies her cuticles, pursing her lips in an unbothered moue, “This is the one time that I’d be happy not to collect. Don’t let me down, hm?” She gets up and slides out the galley door, and they hear her laughing all the way down the hall. 

Zoro looks like he’s about to have a conniption. Sanji has his hands buried in his hair, looking up at the ceiling and turning around like he’s begging for a divine answer. Usopp and Luffy share a gleeful look.

This is going to be a marvellously interesting week.

fin.

#zosan #one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #ronoroa zoro #black leg sanji #THESE FUCKING IDIOTS #this was hilarious to write #i love them so much #they’re so stupid #ALSO NAMI AND USOPP WOULD BE BESTIES PLEASE #THEY GOSSIP AND TALK SHIT!! #one piece zoro #one piece sanji #one piece #ask box #ino’s ask box

[lure-of-writing]

Chance in the High Rise

Authors note: Guys I have not written in sooo long so if this is terrible I apologize in advance, but other then that please let me know what you think or send in any requests!

Warnings: Cursing, death, guns

Word count: 1.9k

Joel and Ellie never meant to find you, it just happened by accident or chance depending on who you asked. They happened to stumble upon you when going through Kansas city. You were a few levels above them in the skyscraper. Glass breaking brought your attention back from the silent conversation that was being held between yourself and the moon. Deciding against better judgment you decided to investigate and see who decided to join the high rise. 

After waiting for about an hour you grab the gun resting on the floor beside you and slowly make your way down the stairs while keeping as quiet as possible. “Tell him that everything is fine!” The voice of a girl led you to the edge of the corner where you pressed your body against the wall to stay hidden in the shadows. The conversation happening a few feet away hid the sound of you stepping on broken glass or so you thought. Too focused on not making any more noise you failed to realize that the talking had stopped leaving only the sound of slight crunching beneath your boots. Slowly looking up you see a man with a gun pointed right at you. 

“If I had really wanted to harm you guys I would of.” Not even bothering to raise your gun you keep walking closer to the strange man, only he has different plans. “You get any closer I will not hesitate to use this.” Joel's rude awakening to see guns pointed at him had his adrenaline going and extremely on edge. Shrugging, you look around his shoulder and see a young girl and an even younger boy with someone who looked like they could be around your age. “Honestly fine by me, put me out of my fucking misery.” your eyes met his “Tired of living like this anyways.” you shrug again. 

“Finally someone who is honest!” the girl behind the mystery guy exclaimed, causing him to let out a sharp call of her name “Ellie!” Your relaxed demeanor was setting off every nerve in his body, nobody was this calm unless shit was about to hit the fan, Joel knew from experience. 

“Look. You can continue to stand there with your gun pointed at me for you can lower it and we can have a conversation like civilized fucking humans. Or is that not something you know how to do?” Ellies laughter interrupted the tension that was hanging in the air. “Definitely not something he knows how to do. But your fucking hilarious!” The young girl moves to stand next to the man while gesturing to you with a wild hand movement “I mean look at her Joel she's not even phased that you have a gun pointed at her and hasn’t even made a threatening move, she's just standing there. Obviously she's not going to do anything.” Watching the girl or Ellie as you now know is her name brought you some joy, you haven’t seen someone so full of life in years, and oh how you missed it. “Everyone is used to having a gun pointed at them, Ellie, that doesn’t make her special.” 

“You're absolutely right but so is Ellie, I’m not the fighter type more like” you trail off trying to find something that better suits you, finding nothing you continue on with the wave of your hand. “Anyways the point is I’m no threat to you and your friends, but I do know all the movements of Katherine's group since apparently you two are in deep shit with her.” You point between the two men and watch as they share a look together, finally the other man speaks up. “How do you know who Katherine is?” “She raised me, so if you want to get out of here alive you kinda want me with you or not, your choice.” 

After having a family pow wow they decided to let you join the fast growing group. Seeing the little amount of food being passed around made your heart hurt a little more so when it came to the kids “I have more food a few levels up if you guys need more? I can go grab it?” After seeing how Henry handled a gun he knew it was safe to leave Ellie with him or at least safer then going with you like she wanted to so he offered to join you instead. The climb higher up the building was filled with silence until Joel suddenly spoke up “So uh how old are you?” sparing a glance behind you to the man struggling up the steps you pause looking at the place you’ve called home the last few months “Twenty five, you?” “Too damn old.” he grunts out while trying to collect his breath “Too damn old, what's that translate to? Seventy?” The look of down right offense was worth the glare that followed after. “I’m fifty-six for your information and don’t try to make me a half dead useless fuck by aging me up.” You laugh diffused his frustration about you thinking he was that old “But can you blame me? you about died climbing up these steps!” Joel watched as you shoved all the food you had into an extra backpack, since you wanted to be a smartass about his age he was going to let you do all the work since you're young and all. 

The next morning the four of you create a plan with Henry leading the pretend meeting while Sam keeps himself entertained.  Moving through the city was much harder when there is five people instead of two like Ellie and Joel were used to but Joel at least trusted you with a gun more than he did with Henry so there was that. After stumbling upon what appeared to be some sort of underground daycare of sorts the decision is made to stay put at least until it was dark out so you took it upon yourself to play with Ellie and Sam to pass time.

The rest of the walk was easy, and it was something that set your nerves on fire so when shots were suddenly being fired in your direction it wasn’t a surprise to say the least. You watched as Joel shoved Ellie to the nearest car and you did the same with Sam and Harry. Ellie looked at Joel for some sort of plan. You may not be a fighter but it turns out that it doesn’t matter because instinct is stronger and right now it was telling you Survive and Protect. Joel came to your side of the car getting ready to make his way to the house when you stopped him. “That has to be one of Katherine's guys and if it is, that means it's only a matter of minutes before they get here” Joel knew what that meant, you guys needed to get out of here and fast. 

Joel watched from his window as you shot the clickers coming right at you while moving Ellie away from danger and instead putting yourself between the clickers and her. “Ellie, you need to run! Find Joel and run!” you shouted while dodging the vast amount of clickers trying to end your life but instead of listening she ran right towards Sam and Henry. Cursing under your breath you follow the young girl's lead and run to the other half of your group helping them from underneath the car when a voice speaks up “Stop right there Henry.” You don’t hear her while she talks, you're too focused on all the chaos around you and making sure no clickers come near you. That's when you notice one jump onto the women you once knew and your adrenaline kicks up even more if that's even possible. “Everyone run! Fucking move!” That's all it took to break the spell keeping your group in place. And you took off down towards the bridge after Joel rejoined the group. Somewhere in the walk Ellie informed you of Joel's hearing and you decided that it would be best to swap places so at least this way you wouldn’t have to worry about Joel not hearing someone coming up from behind. Moving in silence you walked at the back of the group while Joel led from the front.

The relief that washed up on you once finding the empty hotel was immense. It meant safety from the outside world at least for the night, since Ellie forced Joel to tell you and Henry about his plan to find his brother. And you knew the housing options to stay in from here on out  would be limited to completely nonexistent so you allowed yourself to enjoy the comfort of the hotel. 

Growing up under the care of Katherine you got used to certain luxuries that many other people would never have. You always had food, clothes, shoes, any basic thing that everyone used to have was now a luxury and you had it all. But as you grew you began to question Katherines way of doing things especially since the death of her brother. So you slowly took things into the high rise to stock up and make sure that no one would be coming up that high, and once you felt like you had enough supplies to last at least until you figured out what to do and where to go next you left without any hesitation. It's better to live the life you want in solitude than to live it questioning everything and everyone around you. So to finally be amongst people again after months felt nice, even if you just met these people and even if one of them basically held you at gunpoint it was still nice. So the absolute heartbreak of the next morning to come was a shock to your system to say the least. It wasn’t like you haven’t seen people die because you have, but something about Sam and Henry was brutal and maybe it had to do with the way Ellie was handling it. 

As a child you would often cry at everything and for anyone. It was like there was some part of you that could feel other people's emotions. Your mother would always explain to whoever was watching you that day that you were an empath and feed off of other people's emotions so to be careful they didn’t place you next to a child who was having a bad day because soon you would join them. Growing up you never realized what this was until talking with one of the mother figures inside Katherine's group explained it to you and suddenly everything started to make sense. So to say you matched Ellies mood would be an understatement because not only did you have your own emotions swirling around inside you but you had Ellies too.

For just having met the girl you could tell she was the talkative type and to hear her so quiet and not too full of life in that moment hurt. It hurt because you know what it's like to be her age and watch someone die in front of you. Whether it’s from cordyceps or from another person death is a natural thing and its equal, death never spares anyone, but for death to occur in an unnatural and brutal way was traumatizing and you could see it on Ellies face.

#tlou x reader #tlou imagine #joel and ellie #joel miller #joel miller drabble #joel x platonic!reader #ellie williams #Ellie x platonic!reader #the last of us imagine #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us drabble #Joel miller Drabble #ellie the last of us #joel the last of us #ellie williams drabble #pedro pascal drabble

[whatthefishh]

✨️Hiya! I'm not super creative when it comes to scenes, but what about a scene of your choice with Santi? Love you!!! 🩵🩵🩵

Hi loves! I combined this hope you guys don't mind. This was from the POV ask game, where I rewrite something I've written from another POV and I tried lol some of its the same bc obviously, anyways enjoy heh

Santiago Garcia smut (900 words)

“Don’t need that much time,” he grunted before dropping his hands to tug your bottoms off, peeling your panties down with them. When Santi went down on you, he liked giving it his all, not unlike other things in life. He took a lot of pride in his skills and if anyone asked, he knew you’d readily agree to them. Hell, he’s even heard you raving about it to your girlfriends when you thought he couldn’t hear you. Santi was very well aware of how dexterous his tongue was, whether in arguments or making you see stars. 

He stared down at the apex between your legs with a hunger he wasn’t even trying to hide. Did you know how much he actually enjoyed doing this to you? For you? The noises you made, the way you gripped his hair, hips bucking into his face. He had daydreams about it if he was being honest. Never a chore, a delicacy he used to call it to his boys. They teased him, sure, he was the seducer of his group - although he would argue it could easily be any of them, he's seen the looks they get when they go out for boys' night. Santiago never paid their teasing any mind. He’d happily spend days between your legs. Which brings him back to the urgency in which he wanted to eat you out before his friends arrive. Hastily swiping his arm across the counter to lay you down, he didn’t even notice the cake box fling off the edge until you yelled out. 

“Santi! Your cake!!” you gasped. Your wide eyes looked up at him in shock, and before you could start panicking and getting up from your place he pushed you back down, grumbling about how he wanted you more than his cake. 

He leaned forward, breathing heavily on your cunt before resting your leg on his shoulder, staring intently at your folds like a man on a mission. Well, he had one. He looked back up at you when you whimpered before latching on to your clit to suck harshly, causing your breath to hitch. He was on a time crunch and wanted to get straight to it.

Santiago lifted his head just enough for his mouth to be grazing your outer lips, knowing that the movements of his lips would tease you as he asked, “do you want me to stop?” 

You moaned in response, “don’t you dare.” 

Which was exactly the answer he wanted to hear. He dove right back in, lapping at your now soaked folds before thrusting his tongue deep and spreading your slick with it. He was buried between your legs so deep his nose was gently nudging your clit on every movement, the motion driving you absolutely wild. Bucking into his face, Santi was amused at how quickly he was pushing you to lose control. He had also heard your comments about noses, and needless to say, incorporated them into his routine. 

“Please, don’t stop, f-fuck, Santi-” you broke off when he pulled away from you again, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, slowly stroking inside your core, where he knew your own fingers couldn’t reach. 

“Wasn’t gonna. Just wanted to hear you beg. So beg, pretty baby.”

God, he loved it when you begged for him. He doesn’t know if you’re aware of it, but there’s a desperation undertone when you do, and he definitely replays it in his head when you’re not around. Without fail, it made him feral. Foaming at the mouth, fuck you into the mattress, feral. 

He was still pumping his fingers ever so slowly into you, having no difficulty with it, your pussy squelching with each pass. You were ridiculously wet for him at this point, which he loved. You were always so ready for him. Santi kissed your thigh, lips mouthing at the skin. 

“God, please don’t stop. Fuck, please, Santiiiii,” you whine as he continues to torment you, not changing his pace. He loved teasing you, pushing you to whine for him. Again, the begging! He felt drunk off hearing it. 

“Y’know, I don’t think you’re wet enough,” he says, knowing full well you most definitely are, playfully narrowing his eyes at your cunt, listening to the wet noises. 

He can see your brows furrow, confusion evident in your eyes at his words. He knew that you knew you were soaked for him. Lifting his hand to pull back the hood of your clit, exposing it to the cool air, Santiago grins at you before spitting directly on your clit. 

“That’s better, dontcha think?” 

You clench around his fingers, causing him to laugh at your whine before rubbing your nub slowly with his thumb. Your breaths were coming out shallow, your moans were coming out a little more breathy, a little more whiny and a lot more desperate, and Santiago could tell and boy was he thriving. 

He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers as he continued to rub circles on your clit, knowing you were so close. Santi knew he didn’t have time to fuck you before the guests arrived but he was going to think about this the whole evening, planning ways to make the wait worth it. 

The doorbell rang. The boys were early. He knew Will was standing behind the door, checking his watch to ensure pristine punctuality. 

Well. You would just have to wait. Maybe he could make you squirt from the buildup. 

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[earth-ambassador-jim]

Kids will be Kids

AO3 - Fanfiction

Barbara couldn’t help but stare. The six teenagers in the kitchen stared back, wide eyed. They looked very caught out, especially Jim. His pointed blue ears were low and a faint whine escaped from his throat into the silence as his cheeks turned an interesting shade of purple. After a moment he attempted to say something, but nothing could really make it past the… where those ping pong balls? His mouth was absolutely full of the tiny white balls and his cheeks were sticking out like a chipmunks.

Very slowly Barbara set the groceries down on the counter.

At her movement they all seemed to break out of their trance.

“I can explain!” Eli and Steve said at the same time.

Mary silently shifted her phone from filming Jim to Barbara and back again.

“Busted,” She heard her mutter.

That seemed to snap Jim out of it. With a great effort he bit down on his mouthful of ping pong balls with a loud crunch, chewed a few times, then swallowed.

“So?” She prompted, crossing her arms and giving them a no-nonsense “mom” look.

The four boys shifted around awkwardly. Darcy nudged Mary with her elbow and gave her a look. Mary snorted and swatted at her in return.

“It was my idea,” Eli finally squeaked. “Jim can open his jaw wider now that he’s a troll so I was curious about how much he could fit in…”

The front door slammed open.

“I got more…” Claire’s excited voice trailed off behind Barbara. “Oh hi Dr. Lake.”

“Hi,” Barbara said in a mild tone, keeping her gaze trained on the culprits before her.

She could practically feel the teen girl debating going back out the door. Eventually Claire set the ping pong balls down on the counter beside the groceries and joined the others.

“So,” Barbara repeated. She settled her gaze on her son first. He gave her a sheepish toothy smile. It was utterly adorable but she maintained her unimpressed look. “Jim I believe I’ve told you enough choking stories from work that you should know better than to cram that much into your mouth?”

“Yes Mom,” He said, lowering his head and ears.

She nodded and swept her gaze over the other culprits.

“And I believe the rest of you should know better too, correct? Do I need to give you a presentation on the hazards of choking?”

“No, Dr. Lake,” They chorused.

“Good,” She said in a brisk tone. “I’m heading upstairs to change. I expect that when I come down you’ll have found something better to do.”

Everyone nodded vigorously.

Barbara made her way up the stairs but paused just out of sight at the sounds of the kids laughing. Her lips curved into a smile. She covered her mouth to muffle a chuckle of her own.

Honestly… Teenagers.

She took a few steps down and saw that Steve had looked an arm over Jim’s shoulder and was prodding him in the ribs. The teen half troll have him a gentle shove in retaliation.

Toby and Eli were looking at Mary’s phone over her shoulder, while Darci demonstrated some juggling for Claire with the ping pong balls.

Barbara’s eyes crinkled and her smile softened. After everything that they’d been through she was glad they had a chance to just relax and be kids. She watched for a minute longer before continuing upstairs.

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Trying to get back into writing again. Let’s see if I can’t clean out my WIPs a little.

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[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 6

WE'RE FINALLY HERE!!!! Hopefully some of you guessed right and we've finally been introduced to Bilbo! He's one of my favourite characters to write about, as I love describing his personality and mannerisms so much, so hopefully I've managed to write him alright. Enjoy :))))) <3

Summary: So uhhhh...... Magic is real. Middle Earth is real. Shit goes down. Bon Appetit.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1293

Warnings: Mentions of Minor and Major Injuries from last chapter, Thunderstorms/Lightning

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PART 1: Chapter 6 -

Ironically Alive

Anachronism (definition): Something or someone that is out of place in terms of time and chronology. E.g. futuristic items in period pieces, or the other way round.

Bilbo Baggins wouldn’t say he was the most inviting person on Bag End, often causing a show in front of his distant neighbours as he loudly drove off the Sackville-Baggins’, but he was honest, and gave his opinion whenever he deemed it most necessary, especially when it was about what he thought of his relatives.

He was also honest to say that he wasn’t fond of people arriving unexpectedly, especially doing so by causing an absolute ruckus on his roof.

 The noise from the horrendous rain was already doing his head in, after hearing it hammer down on every exposed surface of his house for almost two days straight. It also meant the market downtown was most likely postponed until it all blew over, therefore meaning that he was left holed up in his home. It’s not like he minded it, but oh how he was desperate to make some blueberry muffins, but he had used the last of his flour on the bread that now sat a quarter eaten on his windowsill. All he could really do now was sit back in his armchair with a cup of his favourite chamomile tea and prop his feet up to warm by the hearth with a hearty sigh for the evening.

That was until he found himself springing out his chair before he could swallow his first sip. The sounds of screaming came from above and knocking of objects rolling across his ceiling travelled until they reached the front of his house. He watched in horror as two dark shapes fell past his window, landing with a nasty crunch in his garden.

His garden! It was already at risk of becoming waterlogged, let alone crushed by whatever landed on it!

“It better not be those damn kids again!” he spluttered to himself, rushing to his feet whilst setting down his tea with loud ‘CLINK’. Brows furrowed and mouth pressed into a thin, tense line, he stormed towards the door with clenched fists, ready to give whoever was out there a piece of his mind.

Hauling the large circular door open, he braced himself before poking his head out and narrowed his eyes to spy through the icy rain. Looking to the left where he had watched the objects land through the window, he opened his mouth. But the words had already died on his tongue as he took in the bone-chilling sight before him.

He jolted slightly in surprise and fear at the sight of two bodies laid sprawled in his bushes, unmoving, their arms and legs twisted and bent at odd angles. He also could have sworn he heard heard one of them groaning, before they dropped unconscious just as he had poked his head out.

“Oh my!” He blurted. “Oh no- no no no.”

It wasn’t long before he had rushed back in and grabbed a lantern, no longer caring about the rain as he hurried back outside.

Cautiously creeping towards them, he got ready to bolt at the slightest movement, but fortunately so far, there had been none. He held the lantern over the figures, making out that they were no hobbits, but two big folk, who happened to be wearing the strangest of clothes. As he brought his face closer, he tried to, but couldn’t come up with what kind of business they would have here, other than passing through. No sooner had he leant towards them for a better look was he pulling away at the sight of their faces.

Cuts and bruises of all shapes and sizes littered every inch of visible skin, one of them with a particularly nasty one on their forehead, that was still oozing blood. Taking a few steps back, he lifted the lantern to see if anything or anyone had caused them to tumble from the top of the hill, but he found nothing except upturned grass and mud that indicated where they had fallen down. Returning back to the bodies, Bilbo placed the lantern on the ground nearby. He stood there, nervously tapping his foot whilst wringing his hands together as he eyed them, thinking of what to do. They were definitely unfit to remain outside in such extreme weather, so with a reluctant sigh and shake of his head, he sped back inside.

Shoving rugs aside with his feet to make a clear path (but also not to ruin them of course), he made his way to the main guest bedroom at the far end of the house. Emptying a chest of towels, he then layered them on top of the double bed, before heading back outside.

It took him about half an hour, considering these two big folk – women, he reminded himself – weren’t exactly hobbit sized. Their longer limbs, especially the brunette one, made it incredibly difficult to haul them inside, the water dripping off of them becoming a slipping hazard on the polished wood. It wasn’t any easier in the guest room, with their legs and arms giving him a twitching eye when they kept slipping off the edge of the short bed.

Gently removing their completely soaked coats and shoes, he brought them over to the hearth in the living room, hanging them on a rack so the fire would have them dry by the morn. Curiously rubbing the surface of the shoes with his thumb, he made a quick side note in his mind to ask what the material of these strange clothes were, as he had never seen or felt such material like it.

Returning to the guest bedroom, he made sure that the two girls were as comfortable as he could make them. He considered removing their mud clogged trousers to save them both from being uncomfortable when they woke up, but he swatted that thought away immediately, reminding himself that he was a gentlehobbit and would not invade such privacy. After all, the towels were there to protect his sheets anyway.

Lighting another small lantern by the bed to prevent them from waking up in darkness (and possibly sending them into an unwanted panic), he laid another set of towels over any muddy or damp areas he could see, before laying a quilt over the both of them. Making his way over to the doorway, he took one last look at the strange people in his guest bed, before pulling the door closed as quietly as he could.

Making his way back to the front of the house, he retrieved the lantern he left outside, and locked the door, before taking out a large cleaning rag from one of the cupboards to soak up the puddles of mud and rainwater that littered the hallway.

Making his way over to his own room, he changed out of his now wet clothes, and into his pyjamas. Taking a quick walk around the house to ensure the curtains were closed and the front door locked, Bilbo took a last trip to the living room to lay his own clothes on the hearth, retrieved his now lukewarm cup of tea, and retired to his room.

In an attempt to calm his nerves from the night’s highly unusual events, he read a chapter of the book he had bought earlier this month; though not taking much in, as he was too busy keeping a sharp ear out for any noises from down the hall. After hearing only the continuous rain and thunder from outside, he finished his tea, placing the cup back on its saucer on the bedside table.

Blowing out the candle on the bedside table, he brought the covers up, feeling the exhaustion from the unexpected evening finally catch up with him, and by the time his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.

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[squishy-min-mochi]

Pale Yellow and Held Close

Hooooooi!! This is from my A03 account under the name Alis_Corli1666 and I am the original author dw

Gojo-sensei, if Infinity keeps anything from touching you, why do you carry an umbrella when it’s gonna rain?

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Satoru forgets sometimes. 

It doesn’t happen very often, and usually, no one is around when it does. But Shoko had told him it was going to rain today, so he'd picked up his umbrella on his way out of Jujutsu Tech. The fine gravel crunched under the force of Infinity, and a grey filter settled itself around the edges of the world around him. He could see the clouds gathering in a shapeless bunch, all shades of dark silvers and off-whites. He doesn’t feel the cold like this, but he can see just how much the trees are swaying, and he can hear the wind whispering against his ears. 

Maki had worn her winter jacket at training yesterday, so the autumn chill must finally be settling in.

He ran through his little shopping list in his head. Yaga was stepping in for curse training today, and Kugisaki had begged Satoru to bring her something from his trip into the city. Then all of his students had piled on their requests, and Satoru absolutely wasn't going to tell them no. The demands were as followed;

- Hairpins for Kugisaki

- A pot of metallic polish for Maki

- Fushiguro wanted a volume on rabbit species 

- Panda wanted a tapioca dessert

- Inumaki asked for more tea leaves

- And Itadori—

“Oh? Sensei!”

Satoru turned his head to see Itadori rushing up the beaten path towards him. He grinned, saluting with two fingers towards his student. 

“Yo, Yuuji! You’re a little late to class today, where’ve you been?”

The boy blushed, embarrassed, and stuttered out something about oversleeping from the night before. 

“—was with Megumi last night reading and so we’re both pretty tired-“

He cut himself off the moment Satoru shot him a knowing grin. Absolute mortification bloomed in Itadori’s eyes, and really, how was Satoru supposed to just let that go?

“Oh?” He chided, “you two stayed together last night? How cute!”

Again, Itadori fell into a stuttering mess of words and hand movements, bright red on the tips of his ears and the sides of his cheeks. 

He was saved, however, by the crack of thunder and almost instantaneous rain that followed. Satoru laughed as he watched Itadori get very soaked very quickly. 

He whined, “ugh, sensei!I didn’t bring an umbrella with me today!” Then he caught sight of the pale yellow umbrella Satoru had in his hand and looked back at his teacher scandalised. 

“You’re not even offering me yours! How heartless!”

Satoru leaned back with a grin, feigning the great deal of sympathy Itadori was demanding. 

“Ah ah, I need this umbrella. Would you really try to get your own teacher soaked and risk him getting sick?”

Itadori just rolled his eyes, “but Gojo-sensei, ifInfinitykeeps anything from touching you, why do you even carry an umbrella when it’s gonna rain? You don’t need it!”

Satoru stopped short. 

‘Satoru, you’re not even usingyour umbrella, and I’m getting soaked!’

‘But this is myumbrella. You should’ve remembered your ownone Suguru- now you’ll get sick, and I’ll have no one to train with!’

Suguru reached for the pale yellow umbrella in Satoru’s hand, utterly misjudging how far his friend was willing to go to avoid being helpful. 

He leaned back and flicked up his leg, and Suguru, the absolute fucking idiot he is, tripped on it. 

He resigned himself to hitting the cold, wet concrete in hopes of some sympathy points, but the impact never came. 

Satoru lifted him up from his precarious position, and Suguru realised he wasn’t getting rained on anymore. 

Above him, the pale yellow material cast a golden shadow over Suguru’s face, and Satoru smiled. 

‘There,’ Satoru grinned, ‘now I’ve protected you from the ground and the rain. I’m fighting the elements for you Suguru, how great am I?”

Suguru rolled his eyes, reaching forward and pulling Satoru’s head down to eye level. He nudged their foreheads together and sighed. 

‘Thanks, Satoru.’

“Yuuji!”

From behind him, Fushiguro walked towards the now soaked first year, holding a black umbrella. 

“You idiot, what the hell were you thinking? Kugisaki told you it was gonna rain!”

‘Shoko, why didn’t you warn me it was gonna rain!’

“Ack— I know that! I just overslept and forgot to grab it on my way out!”

‘Su-gu-ruuu! You forgot your umbrella again. Iori says I should tie it to you like a dog so I don’t have to keep getting it for you…’

“You’re lucky mine can fit us both under it.”

'You're lucky my Infinity likes you so much.'

Satoru doesn’t realise he’s staring until Fushiguro shoots him a questioning look. He frowns in the way that Saturo knows means he’s noticed something he’ll want to talk about later, and Saturo wilts a little inside. 

“I thought you’d be gone shopping by now? And… why the hell do you have an umbrella but not Yuuji?”

He looks down at the pale yellow in his hand, and tries his best to ignore the subtle weight growing in his chest. 

“Ah,” he says, knowing that there’d be no point trying to hide his tone shift from Fushiguro, “I must’ve… taken it by accident.”

Fushiguro huffs at that, wrapping an arm around Itadori’s upper body and pulling his back towards their off-campus training ground. 

Suguru wrapped himself around Satoru's back, soaking up his best friend's warmth and grinned as Satoru whines about getting damp. He feels Suguru sigh, deflating in contentment and Satoru has to fight the fuzzy feeling creeping around his jaw and up his neck. His eyes flutter, and he smiles to himself.

As they leave, Saturo waits. He waits until they’re both out of sight, and then he waits until their cursed energy becomes as faint as it’ll get. 

He grips the umbrella impossibly tight. 

‘I should start using you as a packhorse during bad weather Satoru, anything on you would be kept high and dry.’

‘What? No way! I’ll just take you with me to carry it all— my Infinity can protect us both you know!’

The space between him and the outside world dissipates as Satoru releasesInfinity. Silently, he waits for the rain to soak his uniform, then his skin. He waits until the wind chills the water as it wraps around his muscles. He lets the cold roll his bones between its merciless fingers, and drop the temperature of his blindfold so low he could feel a headache splintering his skin. 

Then, and only then, does he lift and open his pale umbrella. 

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Sometimes, Gojo Satoru forgets. And when he remembers again, the ghost of that memory lingering in the weight of the rain and the sound of the wind, follows him like an old friend.

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #satosugu #gojo satoru #getou suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #angst #hurt/no comfort #its raining somewhere else #gojo satoru needs a hug #itadori yuuji is a ray of sunshine #grief/mourning #short one shot #short and bitter #fushiguro megumi knows more than he lets on #I wrote this instead of sleeping #and edited it while just as tired

[contreparry]

happy friday ann!! for dwc and from the invisible cities prompts, "A shared dream summons people to the same place." maybe with a mage character and non-mage character of your choice?

Absolutely! Here's some Morrigan and Alistair friendship (?) for @dadrunkwriting.

She heard him before she saw him, the crunch of twigs and leaves under his boots alerting her to his presence long before he emerged from the darkness to join her by the fire. He, however, seemed surprised to see her and nearly tripped over his own feet. Typical Alistair, Morrigan thought as the man stumbled to find his footing and his words. But she hadn't the heart to snap at him tonight.

"Oh. You're here. Right," Alistair inhaled loudly, as if steeling himself for a great battle. "I'll just... get going. Back the way I came. Alllllll the way back-"

"Oh, cease your prattle and sit down," Morrigan snapped. Too much talk (loud talk) set her on edge. Conversation had its merits, of course, but Alistair's blathering could hardly be called conversation (never mind intelligent conversation) in the first place. Perhaps it was her childhood of isolation that made her so averse to the niceties of the common folk, the graces that other socialized people had. The others in their company (chiefly Leliana) had a grasp on conversation that she lacked, and she was forever playing catch-up in a game she wasn't aware she was participating in. But Alistair... for whatever reason, Alistair was just as lacking in this aspect of socialization that she was. Friendly, bumbling, jokester that he was, Alistair was just as slow as she at the art of conversing.

"So... some show earlier, huh?" Alistair asked, grasping for a topic because sitting in silence was never his way. At least it was something interesting and not some terrible pun. Morrigan might have chased him off he had done that. Instead she stared into the fire and turned Alistair's words over in her mind. A show. Warden Surana was certainly dramatic, stalking off into the wilderness with his mabari loyally following in his footsteps while Zevran took to sharpening his knives in the shadows and muttering darkly to himself in Antivan. And for what? The whole mess started over some little bit of jewelry, a little loop of gold that was almost as small as the nail of her pinkie. Such a delicate thing, such a little thing, and it had Zevran and Surana snapping at each other like starving dogs over bones.

"... I don't believe I've ever seen our Crow so obviously angry before," Morrigan replied.

"At least no one died?" Alistair offered, and he slipped off the log to crouch before the fire. He reached for a branch and poked at the logs, moving them so the unburnt ends would finally catch. It wasn't particularly successful, the flames sputtering with every slight movement.

"At least," Morrigan said. It was interesting to have a conversation with Alistair that wasn't a fight, just as it was interesting to see them agree on something- though this was one situation where it was hard to disagree. Zevran and Surana were furious with each other, and Morrigan didn't know what to do about it. If it had been anyone else she probably wouldn't care, but this was Surana, and Surana had been- well, if not warm and welcoming, certainly thoughtful and considerate. He was a... well, he was the closest person Morrigan would call a friend. She hadn't had many of those before. And Alistair... she glanced over at the young man, who was glowering at the embers as he tried to coax the dying fire back to life, and she sighed.

"Step back or I'll burn your eyebrows off," she warned, and Morrigan set the remaining wood in the pit ablaze. Alistair blinked.

"Neat trick, that," he commented. Morrigan snorted, even as a warmth filled her chest at the remark.

"Tis useful. It took many a year to hone my craft," she replied. "Not unlike how you wield a sword, or our Crow his knives. Or Surana and his alchemical concoctions." And how envious she was of Surana's knowledge- if she had but an hour in those libraries he was raised in, oh what she could do with such work!

"Yeah, well... let's hope those knives and nasty potions aren't coming out tonight. Or tomorrow," Alistair shuddered. "Survived the Joining, all the assassination attempts, the Darkspawn, only to get caught in the crossfire of a lover's quarrel? Embarrassing."

Morrigan had to agree. Agreeing with Alistair again! Would wonders ever cease?

"Perhaps they won't. Shared dreams summon people to the same place, or so I have been told," Morrigan suggested. "We're reasonable people." And reasonable people would put the good of the world over a lover's spat. Right? Alistair seemed to pick up on her unease, because he shrugged and crawled closer to the fire. He began to toss pine needles into the flames.

"Mostly reasonable, yeah. Let's hope that holds," Alistair muttered. Morrigan sat down on the ground next to him, gathered up a handful of dried pine needles, and began to toss them into the fire as well, watching the long and slender needles curled in the heat before they burnt to ash.

#my writing #da drunk writing circle

[fyrewalks]

continued from here // @lcvesdeath

The smile should absolutely terrify him. He should register the way the air shifts, how the moment changes as Jake's cold smile settles into place. Maybe he does notice, but Bob can't find it in himself to care that he won't be able to take any of his words back - that he's toeing the edge of an impossibly fine line into unabashed recklessness and stupidity. He won't be scared off by whatever dickish remark Jake has to say in response.

He can handle it - tonight and tomorrow, when the inevitable hangover crashes and drags him under. He doesn't think he'll regret this.

And then he's pushed backwards, limbs too uncoordinated to put up any sort of fight. The world blurs, the movement too sharp for him to follow. His glasses crunching under Jake's heel doesn't help. An undignified sound leaves his lips as he's shoved against the wall. He wills the world back into focus. Bob breathes hard through his nose and wrenches his head to free himself from Jake's strong grasp. It connects with the brick behind him. Hard.

Dazed, he blinks away the stinging tears. He doesn't notice the blood welling at his lip, bitten during his harsh movement. Electricity buzzes just under his skin. It's not the same high he gets when he's flying, when blue sky blends together with ocean hues in an indecipherable mix. It's thrilling, addicting, and worth the chase all the same. "You're not Maverick, either."

"No one cares what happens to you," he continues, unshrinking. It's the first lie he's told tonight. They survived the impossible, that required trust. "No one's watching your back. Not up there and not when you step into a big chicken dinner." Bad conduct discharge. Rare as they were, it was a reminder that what they did on the ground mattered. Even with out it, brass could find any reason to keep them from flying. Their skills were unmatched, they had proven that, but Bob knows politicking and egos often took precedence. If the rumors were to be believed about the Dagger Squad being made permanent than they were all under increased scruntiny. Sometimes, all brass needed was an excuse to set something in motion - or halt it all together.

He pushes his hair, loose and wild, from his forehead, frowning. "Punch me, threaten me - I don't care, Seresin." It's reckless, akin to the bullshit he'd gotten himself into during college. As wizzo, he makes life or death decisions in a matter of seconds. He's supposed to have a good head on his shoulders, to stay calm as everything goes to shit around him, but the moment he has just a little bit too much to drink - it all evaporates. All the times he's expected to keep everything buttoned up and in check, leftover fear from the bird strike and the lingering unease from surviving something they shouldn't have, comes spilling out into something messy. He's stupid and foolish and begging for trouble. "One good deed doesn't make a good man." The words carry the same sentiment as before, but it's a reminder to himself to not fall for Seresin's act. A reminder he might not remember once he's sober.

#lcvesdeath #ft. bob floyd #lcvesdeath ft. jake #tumblr was being angry about formatting i think bc it was an older post #also #someone please save baby on board from himself

[monster-teef]

still thinkin about the vampire pred scenario I'm poking at writing..... uh.... lazy vampire pred and human (? or maybe some other creature?) partner

the human usually tricks and lures other unwitting humans in for their vampire partner to drain, human is kind of a sadistic prick but is very tender with their partner. n likes making the vampire all happy and warm and full and affectionate

idk. I do have a soft spot for all the horror and fear and spiciness that goes into vampires feeding and the traditional draining-victims-of-blood scenarios of course but can dip into something more vore-ish, soft and/or hard

the partner devising a method of catching and shrinking human victims (what? how? is that realistic? no the whole scenario is a vehicle for gratuitous vore, leave me alone lmao), realising that if draining a victim of blood and life force gives the vampire so much pleasure and nourishment, then being able to swallow and make use of multiple Whole People might be even better

the vampire can just stuff himself full of prey and digest them for all their life force in one hit. much, much more satisfying and rewarding meal. and the human partner gets off on seeing the little victims struggle and plead as the vampire just lazily gulps them down and likes to rub the vampire's belly and listen to the screams

n you already know I'm a sucker for sharp fangs on a pred too of course

lots of good soft vore n fearplay potential, with an indifferent casual/happy pred and a cruel uncaring..... observer....? but also because it's vampires there's some VERY delicious potential for hard vore stuff too with like

the vampire enjoying the sensation of swallowing live prey and feeling his stomach squeeze and churn around them, all those struggles and kicks just massaging him and relaxing him, but REALLY struggling at times not to just bite down on them and crunch them up between his teeth because he's so excited by their blood and he wants to taste it and enjoy that too

can be a mix of all the good stuff tbh

the partner dangling shrunken, desperate humans over the vampire's open mouth, dropping them straight into his gullet and letting him gulp them down whole..... the vampire shoving handfuls of tiny humans into his salivating maw and just crushing them between his teeth and moaning at the delicious flavour..... the vampire maybe even biting his human partner for a drink to wash down the rest of his prey

also vampire hypnotism?? I always love the idea of a giant vampire pred just hypnotising a bunch of people to just feed themselves to him or feed each other to him. peak laziness. easiest job in the world. just opening wide and letting his food wander straight into his mouth. mmm

yeah the story is just an excuse for all my favourite stuff rolled into one, very dumb and self-indulgent. fangs! soft vore! hard vore! blood drinking! bite kink! and the lovely juxtaposition of the shrunken human victims in absolute terror as they're toyed with and gobbled up vs the two partners just being so snuggly and affectionate and cheery with each other and having such a nice time

(also I imagine the human partner just sneaking one of the tiny humans to swallow themself right at the end just to see what all the fuss is about, and finding the sensation of fluttering panicked movement in their belly so peculiar fjdksljd. the vampire just being like "hey that was mine :(". and the vampire and the human curling up together all snuggly and warm to sleep and digest together. vampire purring and full and relaxed and the human continually poking at their stomach because they're so amused by the feeling of live prey)

anyway who is the target audience for this?? maybe just me?? am I going to write it anyway?? maybe?? maybe........

#i did already post that little excerpt....... hmmmmm #again i ask: what is the plot? #the plot is vore. that is the plot #it is all just a vehicle for noms #soft vore #hard vore #fatal vore #unwilling prey #vampire pred #v.ore #v/ore #vampire vore #v0re #roads original #oc: campbell #oc: rue

[mournfulmelodysblog]

It’s all very bad and nothing is safe

Chapter 10.2: “Its all very bad and nothing is safe” 

Woodrow is stanced and looking a little more confident. That is good even though he might die in the next half hour. Roguru runs up on UwU. UwU gets crunched. She gets massively ripped apart, this is so bad. Everyone hears a booming voice in our head. “I gave you all a chance but you and this coward took advantage of this generosity, now you will die, useless bags of flesh for my children. Nothing special”. Melody sees the damage that Madam Moonthar just took. Melody moves five feet forward and casts spirit guardians. She burns through some sorcery points to make it a bonus action to be able to do an action or cantrip. She casts Firebolt on the main guy. Her spirit guardian looks like Luci from Disenchanted, just little demon guys. “I smell fear *sniff* it is intoxicating”. He dispelled her spirit guardians, what a jackass. “There is something else, grief. Mourning''. Melody, Woodrow, Moonthar, and Elle see a small smile crack over his face. “And guilt. And that's different though. And it's old, it's festering like cancer. I smell it now, the power. I know what it is”. He starts muttering under his breath Melody knows what it is. “Praise him”. It sounds familiar to her but she is unsure why. UwU swings at the big Ruguru, all but one hit. She gets a really good hit in with the last one. “Oh but you. You will make a meal for my kind and your pathetic simulacra will suffer and you will never make the mistake of sending people to die” and he mutters something else. Melody has an aura of come at me motherfucker. He has chosen her next. He swings the sword at her. Melody got hit but the snake came for Woodrow but missed but hits titan. Mogo just watches his friends get bodied. Mogo uses Heal to help UwU at 70 points. Charlie is losing his shit, scared as fuck. “The plan Charlie! We talked about this” Woodrow yells Charlie is yelling at  that he needs to move. Charlie is unsure, yelling Left or Right. Woodrow yells back Left. He raises up his hand and hits the Ruguru and kills it. FUCKING KING. Charlie used disintegrate. Molly just does nothing. Charlie moves back behind the pew for coverage. Elle uses summon fey on the big guy. “Indigient little play thing” and swipes at the little dude. Elle casts Psychic Blade on him. Woodrow duped stone skin and casts haste. Dog is a bonus action healing himself. Woodrow gets a crit on the gun sword and uses Arcane Jolt. Woodrow is kicking ass. The dog forces a bite and gets a good one in. Moonthar turns to Melody and asks how bad she is. She is bad.

She reaches over and uses Cure Wounds. She is then going to heal herself with healing light and uses a sorcerer point to re roll. Melody gets closer to him and inflicts wounds. His skin starts turning black, she fucked up that bastard. Melody also goes to attack with her dagger. She then hears “Very good. Very very very good.” Melody is the only one to hear it. UwU uses her hands and starts bashing him in. He uses Movement to get back on top of the stage. He chuckles and says “they are standing in  line”. He uses Lightning Bolt and Melody tries to Counterspell but it doesn't work unfortunately. Charlie realizes this is very powerful and casts Counterspell too. He is extremely powerful. We all scream at Charlie for support and he does it! It unfriendly puts a giant target on his back. He runs up at Charlie and absolutely bores down on him. Mogo casts Firebolt to get the attention off of Charlie. He is looking desperately looking around and Adam goes to grab him. He has him and hes going to try and fucking eat him!!! He grabs his hair and try to cast him. And then he wants to throw him across the room. Elle cant hear him through the psychic whispers. Elle has her fey to try to hit but he misses, he's doing his best. 

Elle cast Hexblades Curse and uses Psychic Blade to get a good hit on him. He gets pissed and goes to hit Mogo. When he clipped Mogo and crashed through the top where Elle and Mogo were. We fell to the gound floor. Straight up not having a good time ™  Woodrow got a crit on his first hit and missed on his second. THe dog was able to hit. THey both get major damage on Adam to get his attention. Moonthar used Lightning Bolt and Adam does recoil from it but it also hits the little minion. He's gone now, RIP Little man. Melody casts Polymorphy and becomes an alligator/crocodile. Its a giant crocodile fucking monsterous, black in color and something we havent reall seen before. Melody dominates him with a crit.  He puts his hand down to Melody and casts Polymorph to turn her into a gecko. But right before, Elle uses counterspell and stops it from happening. UwU goes to hit and gets one hit on. She goes to try Stunning Strike, but it wasn't able to work though. Adam goes to hit her with a crit and immediately beheads the alligator. Luckily she was turned back and now proned but she survived. The snake gets a bite on her and injects her with poison. Adam tries to bite Melody but the dog takes away his advantage. She took a good chunk out and goes to teleport back to the stage. Mogo goes to get up to climb out to get to Charlie, healed himself and then Melody.

 We see a hand emerge from the rubble. Large and hairy. His clothes are straining to stay on him, Charlie looks like himself but large and hairy. He goes to swing his quarterstaff and leaps at Adam on the stage, Super jacked looking, it cracks with a thunder and drops down in front of him. Elle gets up. He tells Titan to catch and throws the sword in his hand. Bad news out of the bag of holding. Woodrow props large gun and starts firing silver. He gets a good hit and also uses Arane Jolt the dog goes to help out Charlie. Madam Moonthar and send a gilding bolt and hits him with a fucking crunch. He is looking really fucked up. Now she moves to Melody and uses lay hand on her, and uses Guidance. He goes to smack him with his weapon. Melody ran up on Adam and then uses Inflict Wounds. Mellsy fucks his world up with casting it a high level with Madam Moonthars guidance. Melody is the one to end this fight once and for all. She is the one to mad dash and puts it into his ribcage. His shadow starts coming and getting impaled over and over. He drops to a knee but the attacks don't stop. He then falls dead to the floor but Melody hears in her head “Praise him:. Charlie is now huge and jacked. He looks like a super jacked beastly man.  Melody runs up to kiss him and he says “Oh this is nice”, nerd. Elle starts wolf (no pun intended) whistling. Woodrow goes to save Mogo with his flying boots. Mogo feels he didn't do enough. Mogo notices a weird sense that things have changed and in a drastic way. It is a turning of the tide for what starts happening. We go to grab the head but it is slowly melting away. UwU goes to pillage his body. She doesn't find a ring but he finds a golden chain with a golden medallion. As he starts falling apart and she goes to grab it. We put it in tin the bag of holding. Elle frantically goes to message the Captain. “Are you dead? If not then answer right now. We killed the leader, well not us Melody did”. Some words come over but all that comes out is that he is busy. We run outside with Elle on the flanks and Woodrow in the front They all seem to be in the process of cleanup. Without the connection of Adam, the others didnt fair well. There are dead bodies of dead werevoles/shifters/various races. We catch the tail end of the battle. “Is that it?” Woodrow yells out that we killed his leader and that to give up now. Woodrow and Elle on perch. They look to cut and turn and Fergus removes this man's head. 

Aftermath 

Melody can't seem to let go of the words that she heard in her head. She can't seem to pinpoint why it is sticking with her, she finds herself remembering  “praise him?” and repeating it over and over. Woodrow starts looking into the body count but he isn't able to. We feel a sense of relief and it is really dark. It's dark as shit outside. Woodrow says Charlie looks swole. Charlie says it feels really weird. He said that is feels like there is a can of bees in his throat. Everytime he speaks, it is super deep and awesome as hell. “Would you like a losenge?” but we realized that probably wont help. He might have messed up the original spell and Woodrow says to go to Romatato to help fix it. Charlie is saying how much it hurts and that he got hit so hard. Woodrow thought he was dead and Charlie thought so too. Melody and him make a good time in the front and Elle yells “YEAAA”. Woodrow is picking up something. Strong case of inflicting wounds. Charlie saved us with counterspell. We also realize the snake part of Adam died when he died. Madam Moonthar simulacra starts talking. “I know you want answers  and to be fair, it made the most sense to send me and to help you we can keep the real me out there on the battle field to help keep everyone alive”. We all start to bring up that maybe it would be a good idea that we were informed since we were on the front lines too. She starts talking about command hierarchy, it is above our paygrade. Madam Moonthar gets mad at Elle and tells her to know her place but she just gets more pissed. Woodrow chimes in that  “I respect the fact that you are in command and I thought we were closer to that and we should be told that information”. Madam Moonthar hits back with “If you know every aspect of the plan, that one or all of us get captured, but those secrets get everybody killed. For the sake of trust? Does she coddle you? I'm every bit of the same thing as hers but a tad different. Now your friend can rest, saving a lot of lives”.

 Elle says she really thinks we are shallow. UwU just wants to get back to Mikayla for her date.  Melody is just chilling with the group and Melody uses cure wounds on Charlie. It helps him out and he says it is nice and that there are bees in my throat. He goes to ask if Melody is okay. Charlie says if he is stuck like this, he will need new clothes. He says if he bends over that he will rip his clothes. Elle goes to find the Captain and once she does, Elle runs up and hug tackles him. He introduces her to part of his super cool group. They all whistle and ask if this is the woman he is always talking about. All really good looking men with black to dark gray leather on with shortswords, Elle recognizes it to be used for quick slashing, quick draw, and they are slightly curved meant for underhand use. One has a back crossbow, a bit of gatoee and talks with an accent. He seems to be pretty young. Another one has short hair pulled back, blonde with blue eyes, elven face that is angular and he is very tall. Another one has dark black hair medium length, he's super sweaty right now with a big thick beard. Another man, he is a very serious looking man but shorter than the rest. He is very broad though. He has on regular pants and boots and a buckskin hat. Bright red hair. Beard comes down to side hair. He has a battle axe leaned against him, he looks very cool with also a dwarven utility axe, hammerhead type of thing. The older member is Pappy, Tower, young guy Sequel, the chin Abe and puppy Dog is the really serious one. “Alright boys, go ahead and get it out” Puppy says over his name and they all start laughing. Elle just loves the nickname. Puppy Dog! Elle and him shake hands. The older black man is telling me to please don’t try and encourage the others, they never shut the fuck up. The Captain puts Pappy in charge and the rest of then start to groan until given a stern look. The Captain starts talking back with Elle. 

The Captain asks how Elle is doing. She says “Alright but just wanted to make sure you’re not dead”. He says that he’s fine and she reminds him that she would have murdered everyone. He says he doesn’t doubt that she would hunt them down and end them all. He asks what the damage is. Elle says there were hunters and battle mages who lost people. The Captain says his group didn't. Elle tells him about how Madam Moonthar was a simulacra then got pissed at us for asking about it. We make it back to the rest of the party. We go over the numbers of those who died in battle. We lot a dozen mages and four hunters. The Captain tells how terrifying Luna was on the battlefield. She was able to grow trees and use them to spear through bodies.  The Captain says he is glad to see we are all okay. A cloaked battle mage walks up to us and the Captain asks if they need something. It is OG Madam Moonthar. Madam Moonthrar explains to him why she used a simulacra and the Captain says that while she did make some points but “you may be on the council and they hold a great deal of power. I was in charge of this. Not you. The fact I didn’t know about this has me a bit irritated. Do you understand? Don't bother to answer. If something has happened to any of them (he means Elle wink wink) because you did something on your own. He tells her to not if she understands. But move on and collect our dead and find out numbers and get home. This was not under your jurisdiction”. She lets us know that there is only so many times someone can be brought back. Reminding us of her demise during the previous werewolf attack. She tells us the little creatures were mains. When the dust settles, swing by my office and things we need to discuss. Things about the trail and we'll meet you there.There might be a few more down there. Little bit of time passes and we find out Luna is fine and helping out. We finally head back to the city. We all teleport back and UwU goes to run to the Inn. She yells at Elle to message her before she merts her there.Proposed with all four rings. She tells Mikayla she has to shower and that she smells like a wet dog. UwU gets down on one knee and asks if Mikayla if she will marry me her. UwU the loving asks her if she ever dies, even if she says no, to at least visit her grave. Mikayla just says “uh okay” to both.

Achievement Unlocked: UWU THE ENGAGED

UwU goes over how her new name will be “UWU Gon Grushnag”.

We all open the door but Elle opens the door first. We find them having a…intimate moment happening with UwU and Mikayla and we all just sigh. Woodrow goes to put Mogo to bed. UwU says that she put a sock on the outside of the door but it was actually on the inside…hence why we didnt stop beforehand. Woodrow offers his room for them to do their business. We decided to just leave except Elle who says fuck that and goes to bed in her room. The Captain then joins her later, only for sleep! Woodrow and Moonthar start having a nice conversation. Charlie is having fun talking to Melody about magic and the arcane. Woodrow, Madam Moonthar, Melody and Charlie decide to drink and get very drunk. Charlie is getting more and more drunk and just having a good time.   She is just listening. She then hears in her head about how hallucinations are a funny thing. You don’t ever know if they are real or not. Charlie and Melody start talking about their parents after they went outside to sit on a bench for some fresh air. How Charlie was dropped off at his grandparents to be in their care when he was really young. Charlie never knew his father and barely knew his mother. Melody says she has a really dark past and that she doesn’t believe he would stick around her if he knew. Charlie asks if she committed a war crime or something like that. She tells him flat and outright that she killed her parents. Charlie says in disbelief that there is no way she killed her parents. Maybe it was an accident. She did mention she was just a kid, she doesn’t strike him as a murderous child. All of a sudden, Melody blacks out and when she zones back in, Charlie looks incredibly upset. He looks at her and tells her that what she just said was unnecessarily cruel, he knows that he can be a bit clueless sometimes but that was just mean.Drunk Melody ends up just crying and she also doesn’t remember what she could have said. She mentioned before it happened that she misses her home, it sucks. He ends up just helping to dry her face. She tries to grab his hand. He says “I don’t understand what youre going through and Im sorry if I pushed you. Im a loss for words because usually youre so quiet but I didnt think you were capable of that kind of thing. I’m not good with people but Im trying. Im sore”. He mentions they should probably go check if UwU and Mikayla are done so she can go to bed. She asks him not to leave but he denies. She becomes really depressed. Angus, Fergus, and Gwen show up and join in the party with Woodrow and the rest. Angus is sad he didnt get that dance and drunk Woodrow thinks its a good idea to drunk dial Elle as she is sleeping. She tells him to basically leave her be, she is sleeping and she is going to die right now if she cant continue her nap. He takes that as she is  being attacked and makes everyone rush to her bedroom and break down the door. The Captain and her were just napping, she gives him a high five so he doesnt feel so bad but to leave her the fuck alone to sleep. They all head back into the living room and crash in their respective place.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

#dnd shenanigans

[minsyal]

The Fugitive (Finding Home), Pt. 1

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Warnings: strong language, Resident Evil-esque violence and descriptions of gore, and dark/sexual themes

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime trip turned dark. You're quickly exposed to the sinister and mysterious world of a cursed village under the control of dark leaders. How long will you last and will you ever return home in one piece?

Backpacking through Eastern Europe was not a top priority on your “to do” list. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Being one to preplan everything, you were completely caught off guard when your roommate sprung the idea of the trip out of the blue. You roommate, Jezebel Haine, was your first and only roommate from college onward. All legs, she was one of the stars of the track team but was most certainly not one of the brightest shining ones. She was considerably dim-witted, fanatical, and had a booming over-the-top personality that scared every potential boyfriend who had the disservice of meeting her. There were times, though, that she was rather endearing. Her childlike sense of self and emotional drivers consistently put her at a crossroads between what everyone else was doing and what she should be doing; she was, and always will be, a follower.

After four years of becoming “the bestest of friends,” you had a hard time imagining such a hard shift either into another roommate or living alone. Plus, her parents funded most everything she did and, in turn, funded the apartment the two of you shared.

“It’s an amazing opportunity!” She insisted, waving her hands in a simple manner as she rose from the condensed cushion of the leather-clad couch. “Think about it.” Gathering your hands in hers like a 20’s actress who had just met the man of her dreams, she pulled the bundle to her chest. “We frolic through the European countryside, it’s golden hour. My skin looks absolutely gorgeous… yours too, of course. The sun is just about to set, but alas!” She let out a dramatic gasp, removing one of her hands to cover her mouth. “It’s growing dark out!”

“That’s what happens when the sun sets.” You noted, causing her to drop the act for a moment only to immediately go back into character.

“We hear the crunching of leaves and twigs all around us as if something…” she drew close and lowered her voice to a whisper, “sinister is coming. Out of no where we’re ambushed! By what, I’m not sure. Then,” her eyes became glassy as she lay a delicate hand to her forehead, “two absolute studs… and I’m talking big bulging muscles, gorgeous trendy hair, captivating eyes… really everything a simple girl could ask for… seemingly drop from the sky! We’re saved!” She throws your hands into the air as if they’d fall like confetti. Drawing both her arms in, she sways back and forth in a waltz of one. “We’d be married by the next day! Hell, maybe we’d even end up as princesses.”

Oh, how utterly wrong she was.

“I told you this was a stupid idea.” You groaned, haughtily holding your chin up while feeling your spirits low. A few miles back, on an asphalt road that quickly turned to dirt, sat the dingy red rental truck with a blown out engine and a deflating tire. With no cell service and the last town being over 100 miles back, your only choice was to walk.

“Don’t blame me!” Jezebel stopped walking, feet falling flat to the ground as she stomped her foot in a childish manner. “I,” her lip quivered as all the anger held in her body dissipated, “I just wanted to have a fun time with you.” Big tears flowed from her eyes quickly after finishing her proclamation, leaving smearing black lines down her face from the eyeliner she insisted was necessary in the Romanian countryside. God, if her parents weren’t funding this trip, you’d throw a fit for your money back.

“Jess, just,” reaching backward, you fished a rag from your backpack, “don’t cry. That’s not going to make this better.” Sniffling, she accepted the rag and wiped her eyes, further smearing black all over her face. You couldn’t help but feel a shred of sympathy for her. “Let’s just keep going. No use in wasting daylight. I really don’t want to get caught out here in the dark.”

“Where are we supposed to go, then?”

“I’m sure the next town will have some sort of inn or hotel. At the very least, they’ll have directions to the nearest city.”

After another five miles of walking, the sun was beginning to set and no gorgeous studs were waiting to save you. The blazing yellow ball inched slowly beyond the horizon. Its warming rays that had kept the snow from freezing the two of you in the day crept down below the snow peaked mountains that were nestled in the distance. Shadows began dancing between the trees, sending the forest into a theater of silent performers. The dirt road that was once large enough for two cars was now only a walking path so slim that Jezebel had to follow on your heels. Every now and again you were reeled back by the piece of rope that she had attached to your backpack that was firmly gripped in her hand. She claimed it made her feel safer.

“You think those two hunks are going to come save us now?” You joked, attempting to make light of this dark situation.

“I wish.” She huffed, frustration evading her voice as exhaustion took center stage.

Flickering light caught your eye. Hues of yellow and red mingled together in the distance, the outlines of rooftops and smoke-filled chimneys littered the ground below. “I think that’s a village.”

Another mile of downhill travel was all it took to reach the place where the once distant flickering of torches and lanterns grew into the quiet streets of a cluttered settlement. There was no clear indication of movement once you stepped foot in the village; the only evidence of any life came in the form of fresh boot prints, livestock, and the ever-blazing lanterns. Jezebel was all to happy to release your makeshift leash from her fingers, trotting mindlessly by to examine the street corners and homes. Your eyes continued wandering up the rooftops, finally landing upon the eerie looming castle situated on the mountainside above.

From around the bend, you heard Jezebel screech.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You threw caution to the wind, quickly rounding the corner to scold her like a parent would to a misbehaving child. “You don’t know if these people are violent or not. We can’t just go parading ourselves into the town center.”

“I think they’re violent.” She mustered the shaky words. Her hands covered her eyes and the majority of her face as she backed away from whatever had caused her distress.

“What?” The unpleasant squelch of snow beneath your feet caused your attention to draw downward. Dark snow surrounded your boot, an unnatural red hue stained the pure white. Gaze moving upward, your chest restricted feeling as if it had crushed inward on itself. The putrid smell finally fell upon your nostrils as you backed away from the scene. Severed animal heads hung lazily above you, their tongues flopping from their opened mouths.

“I want to go home.” Jezebel sobbed, rasping her cries into her cupped hand. Shaking her head as if to knock this moment from her brain, her short-lived façade of curiosity gave way to her immediate feeling of impending dread.

“That’s what I’m trying to do right now, Jess. Just, calm down.”

A low grumble had you standing further on edge, if that was possible at this point. The sound was clear as day and was anything but human. You weren’t even sure a human could get to an octave so low without the help of technology. Eyes darting upward once more, a chill ran from your shoulders to your toes.

Hauntingly yellowed eyes lingered upon the two of you. The beast-like figure was silhouetted by the moonlight, outlined like a ghost. It looked to be a man, but also anything but a man in the same sense. Its mouth was parted, baring old rotted teeth that looked to have dried blood caked between its gums. Its hands were bloodied as well, small cuts were painted across its forearms only hidden by the rags that clung to its chest.

Before you could process the situation, Jezebel let out another yelp. In an instant, the beast lunged down from its perch, landing with a ground shaking thud nearly five feet before you. “No!” Jezebel’s open palm collided with the space between your shoulder blades as she pushed you toward the monster. The last thing you saw was her backpack falling to the ground as she began running toward one of the homes. You landed face-first in the snow, groaning as all the air in your lungs were forced out. The beast snarled, once again showing its teeth as it hunched down to your level. This was, most certainly, not the way you envisioned dying. Things like this weren’t supposed to exist; this is myth, this isn’t real. It all felt like bad dream gone worse that you couldn’t wake from.

“Pesky creatures, aren’t they?” A new voice called out as the horrendous sound of metal crushing bone and muscle slithered through your ears. The disgusting feeling of gore instantly trickled down your hands. “Please,” the voice continued, “feel free to thank me anytime.”

A moment later, the stranger let out a scoff with the squishy suction of whatever he had used to quiet the monster. The tap of a boot on your elbow finally prompted you to uncover your eyes. “Or don’t.”

“I,” you started, opening and closing your mouth multiple times unable to find the right words, “thank you.”

“Oh.” He tiled the stiff rim of his frayed hat back, exposing a pair of circular sunglasses perched upon his nose. “Foreigners, eh?”

“Yeah, um.” You gathered yourself, finally pushing up to stand on your feet. “We got lost.”

“And ended up here, no doubt.” A stifled chuckle left his lips as he tilted his hat back in place and swung whatever he used to kill the beast over his shoulder. “If I were you, I’d get the hell out of here.”

Without another word, the stranger sauntered off with a backward wave of his hand. “Oh, and have someone clean this mess up.”

“Y/n!” Jezebel’s shrill voice called as she returned with a rather confused villager. He held a shotgun with both of his hands, Jezebel shone a flashlight in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” The villager moved forward with extreme caution after peering around you dumbfoundedly seeing the crumpled body.

“I’m fine, no thanks to her.” You spat, anger swelling in your throat causing a particular acidity to your words.

“All of you! Inside this instant.” A matronly holler came from behind Jezebel and the villager. “You know Miranda’s protection only runs so far as we grow closer to this time.”

Who is Miranda and, more importantly, who was the man who saved you?

The home you were ushered into was on the outskirts of town. It was one of the larger estates given the fact that some people seemed to live in one-room shacks. Upon entering, you were greeted with the warm glow of yellow light trickling in from what looked to be a formal living room. The sweet aromas of honeyed tea wafted through the air, drawing further in as the woman led the three of you deeper into the home. What was worse? You pondered. Being killed by that beast or potentially being murdered by the inhabitants of this home? You couldn’t decide. Thus far, the two gave no indication of malice.

“Please, sit.” The woman pulled out two of the chairs at her table, the wood scratching against the floor. “I’ll fetch the tea.”

Jezebel was so brainless. She smiled at you as if she hadn’t just offered you up as a midnight snack. Surely there was no hamster running on that squeaky track that powered her.

“What was that thing?” You turned to the man who was now seated to your right. “The monster.”

The man ignored your question, instead grabbing a piece of rounded bread from the plate at the center of table. Slathering butter on it, he looked to you. “How’d you kill it?”

“I didn’t.” You frowned, recalling the mysterious man who saved your life without even dropping his name. The villager raised his brows and kicked his foot up on the table. He was waiting for more information. “Some man came out of nowhere. He had some hammer-like weapon.”

As soon as he processed the words, his foot fell from the table and he leaned forward, uncomfortably close. You could smell the distinguishable bite of alcohol percolate from his lips. “Did he wear glasses? A hat?”

“He did.” The words slowly drifted from your mouth. “Hair to about here.” You motioned to the halfway point of your neck.

“Adelina,” the man called, presumably to the woman who guided you inside. He got up quickly, rushing to the other room leaving you and Jezebel alone.

“What the hell is going on here?” You whispered in a harsh tone, leaning forward to get closer to her. “Is this not weird at all to you?”

“I think they’re nice people.” Jezebel responded at full volume without a second of thought.

“That’s coming from someone who tried to feed their supposed best friend to a monster.”

“I was buying us time to get help.”

“Help? I almost died!”

“But you didn’t.”

“When we get back to the U.S. I never want to speak to you again.” You seethed. How could she be this bad? You knew there were a few… a considerable amount of screws missing from Jezebel, but how in God’s green earth does she justify her actions at this point? The thought of it accompanied by her dazed and empty stare only fueled the fire of anger more.

“Dear,” the woman, who you now knew was Adelina, reentered the room accompanied by the man with a tray of cups and a kettle in her hands. She set a delicate china glass in front of you, softly filling it with a reddish colored liquid that she assured you was Celestial Seasonings, a tea imported from Africa. “I hear that you’ve met Lord Heisenberg.” Placing a hand over her heart, she gave a warm smile that only sent another wave of dread through your body. There was something so alluring about this woman, yet so sinister.

“Lord, who?”

Adelina stiffened, craning her neck to the side as she plastered a forced smile upon her lips once more. You had upset her, that much was obvious. “One of the four Lords that rule here alongside our dear Mother Miranda.” She explained, pushing the cup of tea closer to your body. Jezebel had already finished her first glass. Warily, you lifted the cup in your hand and allowed the warm water to heat your frozen body. An elongated finger pointed to the framed painting that hung to the wall. “Mother Miranda protects us here.”

Mother Miranda. You could only focus on the image of the woman silhouetted by six black wings and a halo outlining her head. Her eyes were indistinguishable behind the raven-like mask that clung to her face. Adorned in a black garb, she looked to be a holy figure in this town. But like Adelina, something just wasn’t right with Miranda.

The unsettling reverb of crickets and cicadas chirping grew louder and louder with each passing hour. You counted the seconds between waves of mass chorus; so far, it was roughly thirty seconds between each bleating scream of their nightly tune. You couldn’t sleep. Despite the somewhat comforting, but entirely unsettling welcome given by Adelina and Marion, you couldn’t help but feel like a caged animal in the tiny cupboard room they had given you. A curious thought tickled the back of your mind, willing you to remain as alert as possible after an exhausting day of hiking; where had they put Jezebel? Not that you particularly cared at this point. After the attack she had done a 180, dropping all suspicion of malice in this village. She simply flushed the pictures of hanging heads and wild beasts from her memory. You sometimes envied her lackadaisical memory accompanied by a fanatical view of the world. Living blissfully ignorant, especially in a situation like this, seemed to serve her best.

After a small dinner of fish that smelled of ammonia, of which you politely picked at, Adelina insisted the two of you stay the night. “The beasts will return!” She exclaimed, holding a firm hand over the intricately carved wood of the doorframe. “Early tomorrow we can arrange for a car to pick you up from the next town over.” Hushed murmurs climbing up from the cracked floors pulled you from your thought. The voices spoke in an incomprehensible argument.

“I’d quite like to keep...” the words faded in and out.

“No, no, no. Don’t be ridiculous...”

“What if....”

The floor spoke a soft squeak from beneath your feet as you shifted to get closer to the voices. Their conversation stopped, and you waited with bated breath for it to continue.

“We have to offer someone up tomorrow.” It was Adelina.

“I know, I know.” Marion sounded frustrated. “But you know Mother Miranda prefers only the purest. How are we supposed to know if either of them are-”?

The words faded once more as the two moved from room to room. Walking on the sides of your feet, you followed. Peeking around the corner, your eyes landed on Adelina and Marion illuminated by a flickering fire. They stood close to one another, keeping their tones low.

“Clearly, we offer the frumpy one. Take a look at her. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s unexperienced.” Adelina snickered, taking a seat on the worn couch with her back to you. “She wouldn’t fit in here anyway.”

“The dumb one would get along nicely with our son.”

“I agree.”

A knock at the front door sent a shiver of adrenaline down your spine. Quickly scrambling to hide, you took in a deep breath as Marion passed by with his shotgun in hand. From the parted door, you could see the sun barely peeking over the horizon. Had it really been that long already?

“Are you sure she’s pure?” The new man stood in the doorway rushed past Marion, looking in the direction of the room they had put you in.

“I suppose we could check.” Adelina called, rising to join the others. “The both of them had that tea. They shouldn’t wake until the ceremony later today.”

“Is she in there?”

“Yes, the other one is upstairs.”

“Let’s check this one first.”

With heavy footsteps falling upon the rotting floorboards of the somewhat dilapidated home, you slunk further into the shadows of the room behind you. The glint of something metal caught your attention; a small handgun sat perfectly on a dresser as if set there intentionally for you to find. Holding your breath, you crept forward to it. You’d never shot a gun in your life, but you knew the basics... both hands, check for ammo, rack the slide, pull the trigger. At least, that’s what the movies told you.

“Out of bed so soon, are we?” The soft voice turned malevolent as Adelina appeared in the doorway of the room. “I wouldn’t use that if I were you.” She motioned to the gun that was aimed rather unskillfully for her chest.

“What the fuck is going on in this village?” You spoke with purpose now, tone wavering slightly as Marion stepped behind his wife.

“You don’t understand things around here, girl.” Adelina spat, moving aside as Marion began charging into the room. The loud blast of the gun echoed from the walls of the home followed by a harsh curse and the sound of a body crumpling to the floor. You had shot Marion in the leg; he’d live.

“No,” you started, re-racking the slide as Adelina’s other friend approached wielding a similar gun to your own. Adrenaline washed over your nervous system, your hands shook violently, but you attempted to remain composed. “You’re the one who doesn’t understand. This isn’t normal! Tell me what’s going on now or,” your eyes trailed down to Marion who was attempting to control the flow of blood from his wound.

“You wouldn’t.” She laughed bitterly.

“Like hell, I wouldn’t.” You exclaimed, training the gun onto her. “Now tell me, what’s happening here.”

“You’ll understand soon enough.” Adelina’s friend’s words were the last thing you heard before your ears rang and the sting of a bullet burnt white hot in your shoulder. You weren’t sure if your gun ever went off again.

Despite being tied, bathed, dressed, and currently sitting on a freezing alter-of-sorts, you still hadn’t the slightest clue as to what was going on. A crowd of villagers surrounded from the south, all carrying on with a rumble of conversation. Adelina shot daggers at you, Marion as well, from a small, inclined hill at the edge of the crowd. The clothes you wore were your own, she had fished through your backpack claiming that it was of no use to waste a nice dress on “someone like her.” Jezebel was likely still fast asleep at their house.

A woman with the likeness of the framed photo you had seen appeared out of nowhere. So, this was the famous Mother Miranda that everyone regarded so deeply. She stood before you as the crowd’s voices hushed and their eyes became hazed with looks of admiration and devoted appreciation. Surely, she was a human, deities and gods didn’t exist in a physical form, you assured yourself.

Without a word, Miranda moved gracefully as if flowing across the ground to stand before Adelina. Taking her face between her hands, she whispered what you assumed to be praise as Adelina’s lips moved rapidly thanking Miranda. She then moved to Marion and grazed her hand against the wound on his thigh, speaking of how his steadfast devotion would quickly heal any injuries of cruelty spread by evil. When her attention finally fell back to you, she frowned. Stalking around you in circles, Miranda’s imposing figure made you want to shrivel to nothingness.

“Thank you.” She turned to the villagers as if to dismiss them. “When the time comes, I will return for another.”

The black wings you had seen in the photo sprouted from her back, shielding your sight of the villagers as they retreated to their homes. Hopeful cries and shouted blessings to Miranda echoed from the crowd as the village gate slammed. The only evidence of them once populating this empty square were flowers and offerings of fruit and grain left for the supposed goddess.

The world swiftly darkened once more.

Part 2 - Paths Meet

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[loveislattes]

1 + 10 = Dark and Primal (Predator/Prey) Kink

Summary: Exactly what the title says!

Warnings: Reader is gender-neutral but does own a vagina, primal kink roleplay, semi-public sex, dom/sub, squirting, multiple orgasms, and dirty talk. Ye have been warned!

A/N: This is the first fic drabble to come from the number prompt game!

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“Tell me something,” A deep, rich voice spoke suddenly, “What’s a darling thing like you doing out here, all alone, so late at night?”

Instantly your head whipped to the side, eyes narrowing to scrutinize the tree line for any sign of the stranger, but found nothing other than darkness in return. You were about ready to continue on your trek and blame it on the sleepless night when the intruder let out a rumbling chuckle, the noise echoing around you in every direction.

Hairs now standing on end, you clutched your bag tighter to your body and asked nervously, “Who-Who’s there?”

“Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

Your lips suddenly felt too dry, the night too cold, the lamp posts too dim, as you belatedly realized that you’d not seen another person on this sidewalk for way too long. It was just you and this stranger.

“I-I’m just walk-walking,” you stammered pitifully.

Dread pooled in your gut and the sense of being utterly alone and helpless intensified egregiously as one by one all the lamp posts in your line of sight flickered out.

“Ooh fuck,” you whispered.

Finally, your self-preservation instinct kicked in and you took off running. It was a dark night, the moon a sliver in waning crescent and providing almost no light. Every slap of your shoes on the ground felt like a league farther from the man. Even as your heart pounded in your ears and your lungs burned with the taste of blood, you didn’t dare slow down. How far would you have to run? Did you dare take your chances hiding out in the woods?

As soon as hope started to rise, it was quickly dashed back down.

“You humans, so fragile.”

The whispered voice in your ear tore a frantic scream from your throat, fear locking up your legs, sending you tumbling forward. Of course you would fall! It wasn’t until he laughed, a smooth luscious sound, that you realized you were braced tight for an impact that hadn’t come.

“What the…”

When your eyes finally opened, you saw the concrete of the sidewalk uncomfortably close to your face but not touching. And then you were lifted. Darkness shrouded your view as arms tightened around your torso and brought you back to your own two feet. A cool gentle breath caressed the shell of your ear seconds before you felt the familiar shape of a nose against your neck.

“I’m giving you one last chance,” he huffed bemusedly, “Think fast but run faster, little fawn, for it will take all of your abilities to escape me.”

“W-Who are you?!” you gasped out.

As the darkness left your vision and the hands retracted from your sides, he purred almost imperceptibly, “I go by Dark, but you may call me sir.”

Then all at once, you were alone. You hesitantly looked around, eyes wide with fear.

“RUN!”

A fearsome screech of terror scratched your throat raw as you stumbled and took off as quickly as possible. You knew if you stayed on the paved path he’d only catch you just as easily as before. You had to chance the forest.

No matter how quiet you tried to be, it felt like every noise you made called out to him thricefold. Your breaths sounded like alarms in your ears and the forest floor cried out like little spies with every timid step you made.

“Oh little fawn, where might you be?”

“Shit,” you whispered in shock.

How were you ever to evade him? It was obvious he wasn’t human. There was no possible way a human could catch up to you without making noise, could track you so perfectly in a nearly pitch black forest. Of course there were also the insane reflexes, catching you so close to the ground, and his ability to speak clearly to you while being nowhere in sight.

Oh so slowly, you let your guard down as you shuffled carefully through the heavily wooded area and got lost in your thoughts; finding out what he was, felt as important as hiding from him. A soft noise of triumph escaped your lips as you spotted a rather large hollow in the base of a giant tree. Your eyes darted around one last time to make sure you didn’t see anyone before you ducked into the wood shelter.

Just as your back pressed up against the trunk, you heard a twig snap outside. The forest was uncannily quiet, no sound of animals nor wind to impede noises made by either you or him.

“A smart little thing you are, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught as fear slammed your heart into your ribcage like a drum. His voice was close, too close. Another crunch of branches and leaves drew your eyes to the right of your hollow. Even in the darkness of the woods, his black pants stood out against the greens and browns. Your assailant was wearing… suit pants? Despite the silliness of the situation, your nerves only increased as he crept closer and closer to you.

“Where are you?” he sang out lowly.

Hushed humming graced your ears delightfully as he passed you, hands clasped behind his back as if simply taking a nice stroll. You couldn’t control the way your stomach fluttered as the beautiful cadence of his voice filled the hollow. Someone so dangerous shouldn’t sound so inviting.

A quick rush of air released from your lungs as he continued on without incident and relief filled your veins. Head falling back, you let your eyes close and took deep slow breaths.

“It’s adorable that you think you’ve won, my little fawn.”

There wasn’t a word deep enough to describe the bone-chilling terror that flooded your body at the sound of his voice so close. Slowly your eyes fluttered open, only to discover a pair of legs standing in front of your only exit.

“Come out now, admit defeat, and I might even be gentle with you, darling,” he offered slyly.

“Fuck you,” you grit out.

Before you could second guess your actions, you bolted forward, right into his legs. While you were sure you didn't harm him, your actions surprised him enough to allow you the room to shove by. You had made it only a couple feet when hands were on you, one gripping your shoulder while the other pinched around the nape of your neck. A cry of shock and pain fled your lips as he shoved you face-first up against the nearest tree and pinned you with his body. Escape was looking more and more like a fool’s dream and yet you didn’t stop wiggling, trying your hardest to break free to no avail.

“Mmm, I do love it when my dinner puts up a fight, makes you smell all that more delectable,” he purred as his thigh slipped between yours, “And don’t fool yourself into believing I can’t smell just how aroused you are.”

Mortification burned up your face and you bit your lower lip hard to contain the distraught noise that threatened to break forth as he leaned into you. The pressure of his thigh served to further argue his point, your panties soaking up the slick between your thighs.

“P-Please,” you whispered shakily.

“Please what?” he mocked, “Please let you go? Now, you know I can’t do that, darling. I’m absolutely ravenous and you’re ripe for the taking.”

Teeth gently grazed the tender flesh of your throat and sent goosebumps across your flesh.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had such a sweet little human to play with,” he groaned quietly.

Fingers teased the sliver of skin poking from beneath your top, tracing the waistband of your shorts with languid little strokes; teeth mimicking the action against your neck.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, darling. I’ve smelled your interest since the instant you started to run,” he whispered, giving another gentle roll of his hips.

Before you could contain it, an excited little squeak escaped as you felt the hardening bulge grind against your ass.

“There it is. Give in to me,” Dark murmured, “I promise this will be an experience unlike any other.”

You didn’t dare give an answer. The words felt too wrong on your tongue despite the sudden urge in your body demanding an agreement. As terrifying as he was, there was something about his presence that intrigued you. It felt like there was a war going on in your head as you gingerly wiggled your hips back against him and tilted your head to the side, allowing him full access to your neck.

The moan he gave in return made your knees weak.

In one rough movement, you heard the tell-tale rip of your shorts being ruined and then your hips were lifted in the next.

“Ooh, look at the mess you’ve made of yourself, little fawn,” he cooed mockingly as a finger danced across your lips, “It will be all the easier to make you mine.”

That was your only warning before his cock was lined up against your cunt, thick head breeching every so slightly before he slammed in. Tears sprung up into your eyes and you buried your face harder against the bark as a pathetic cry warbled out. It was devastating and heavenly all at once. When he didn’t follow up immediately, you couldn't help but arch back into him.

“What a needy little thing you are,” he chuckled, “I’m going to have so much fun with you before I destroy you.”

Never in a thousand years did you think you’d find yourself in this position, being hunted down and fucked in the middle of the forest, and yet there wasn’t a place you’d rather be in that moment.

Dark’s pace was brutal, the position even more so. Every thrust of his cock rocked you up against the tree, bark scraping and digging at your skin. Every attempt to move back sunk him deeper inside you. It felt like a never ending sea of desire. It wasn’t long until you were begging for more, until the sting of the micro cuts on your skin was just another layer to the destructive pleasure coiling in your core.

“You want more? You want to come? Then touch yourself,” he ordered huskily, “Rub your clit and make yourself come on my cock while I claim you as mine.”

His meaning came through loud and clear. He intended to mark you in the most primitive of ways, in ways no one had before. You’d never let any other come inside you, too afraid of the risks.

“N-No, don’t-”

Fingers dug into your wrist and jerked your hand down between your cunt and the tree, forcing you where you wanted it most.

“It’s no use, darling, it’s too late,” he snickered, “You’re already in the lion’s den and there’s no escape. Not anymore. You belong to me now.”

You could feel his teeth bared a wicked smile against your skin before they clamped down around your throat. Pain exploded and pulsed through your veins with every beat of your racing heart, and yet it pervertedly only urged you faster. Your fingers shook under the duress of all the sensations assaulting your nerves but you worked them nonetheless, too lost to the desire.

His moan rumbled through your very being as you tightened uncontrollably around him, teetering just on the edge of bliss.

“Mine.”

That one word was spoken with such conviction and punctuated with absolute abandon, all sanity lost as you seemingly became a means to an end; a prey to claim and fill.

“Mine! All mine,” he snarled against your shoulder, “Give yourself to me, now!”

His hand came to cover yours and joined in the efforts, frantically abusing your sensitive nub until finally it all snapped.

“Ah f-fuck, D-Dark, oh my god!”

Your ruse slipped as his name spilled from your lips, but you couldn’t care less as everything coalesced with a vengeance. The pain, the pleasure, the emotions. It was all worth it as your pleasure drenched your thighs, a sob falling from your lips in debauched relief. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy rocked through your core as he fucked you through your first climax into another, and then another.

Stifled grunt and moans shifted gradually into full blown snarls of bliss as he threw your hands up against the tree, pinning both with one while his other arm wrapped around your waist and held you in place.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Shot after shot of hot cum filled your core, palpable with every throb of his cock, and you couldn’t resist melting back into him. With a final few thrusts, he released your hands only to pull you in close and hold you upright as he turned, putting himself between you and the tree as you both came down from the high.

“Holy hell,” you giggled, head tilting back to look up at him.

Dark gave a little chuckle and cupped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks and directing you up into a gentle kiss.

“I promised the full experience. Was anything too much?” he asked.

“Mm-mm. It was perfect,” you whispered.

As best as you could in the awkward position, you snuggled back into him and pulled his arms around you.

“You can hunt me any time you want,” you admitted cheekily.

#dark/reader #primal kink #predator/prey #kink prompt #smut #fanfic

[ohmysparkle]

What do you want to watch?

📀 Pairing: Hyunjin (Stray Kids) x Reader

📀 Length: 2.5K

📀 Warnings: Smut, oral, fingering, piv. GFDish??

Typical lazy afternoon... you’re in one of his shirts, no bra and no panties, just some comfy stretchy cotton shorts. The lights are hazy and you’re just watching something on tv after a long day of doing nothing. Happily passing through different apps... Netflix... Hulu... Prime...

Until he comes into your vision. He’s then kneeling at the foot of the couch. His head just beside your raised knees, which you’re supporting in the coffee table, and as he neatly places his hands on his lap like a good little boy he leans his head against your thigh to place a polite peck.

“What do you want to watch?” He asks.

You know what he’s getting at. He knows you’ve been tired, stressed, working like crazy. He admires you so much, how hard you work and yet how you’re always so attentive of him, spoiling him with love, compliments, affection, and gifts - the gifts carry the least sentiment in his mind, and he could do without them, but he knows it’s all a collection of many gestures you make to prove to him that you love him, wish to dote on him and make him happy.

He feels... undeserving. Only sometimes... not because he is insecure, but because he’s unsure if he’s done enough to merit such love and admiration. You make him feel like he’s an amazing man, beyond anything he’s ever thought of himself. Not that he ever thought little or disliked many things, but who else would ever look at him the way you do? Or say the things you do and mean them with so much truth?

He’s desperate to give it all back sometimes. Desperate to prove how much he loves you, how much he’s willing to give, how much he’s willing to support you and to alleviate your burdens - like he is now.

He knows you love loving him in any way, as equals, playfully, sensually, aggressively... yet he knows it gives you great reassurance when he does this. He’s on his knees for you, he’s showing you that he’ll do whatever you ask, to do whatever you want to your body or let you use his body to your pleasure. It’s not so much about dominance, he thinks, and he knows you agree. To you it’s a gesture of trust and devotion, of full surrender to one another. He wants to give you exactly what you want, and it makes your heart swoon so you’ll gladly take it. He’s yours, all yours, all for you. The same goes for you, all for him. The gestures of proof just vary depending the circumstances.

There’s another little kiss to your thigh, and he nudges you with his nose, looking at you cutely with one eye. You love that damn cute nose and its button tip.

“What do you want to watch?” He asks again, more playfully, and you reply with a little boop to his nose with your index finger, pressing into the squishy flesh.

You simply take that finger and press it back to your lips. ‘Give me a kiss’ is what it means - and he complies. He sits up to lean over you and presses those supple and plump lips to yours, it’s sweet, simple, loving, but not yet sensual. He sits back down against his calves with a little bounce and a happy smile.

“So... what do you want to watch?” And he lips his head to one side playfully.

“I want to watch you take your clothes off.”

The words starkly change the atmosphere, make it hot and tense in a snap. It’s the door he was waiting for you to open. He does so, obediently. His movements are quiet and careful, he sits back down as if it hadn’t been even the slightest interruption. You love how his abs and tummy crunch together, showing all those little lumps of flesh you just want to kiss and poke and pinch. The tops of his thighs look so plump and muscular like this. His chest and his pretty dark nubs on his pecs are exposed, ohhh how your love to suck and nibble on those...

“I want to watch you touch yourself...” you lowly insist, you do want to. You want to see a beautiful and carnal display just at your fingertips, just for your audience.

He sits up straight, stretching his front as his spine curves back in an arch, and he spreads his knees apart slightly. When he takes his still limp cock into his hand, he raises it upward, exposing his pretty pink balls. Everything is groomed to perfection and he’s smooth all over. His dark eyes never leave yours, watching you fiercely as you slump all lustfully at the sight just below you. If you keep up the gawking you might just drool.

He spits on his hand and reaches down. He’s strokes himself, squeezing the still moldeable flesh as it hardens, and the breaths he sucks in are more in anticipation of what’s to come than the minimal pleasure he gives himself now. He knows that at the end of this you’ll all too eagerly want to have him in your cunt or in your ass, right where he belongs, completely enveloped in the embrace of your body - if he’s good, that is. He can’t wait, his toes curl at the thought of it, filling you, being impossibly close to you as he fucks you and your mouths are wet and heaving and your both all scratched up and sucked and marked by the other, and tears come to the two sets of eyes from the absolute ecstasy of it all. He can imagine you crying his name over his shamelessly loud moans. He’s a screamer after all, and you’ll touch him in all the right places so he’s squealing out like a rutting animal - these are the things he things of as he touches himself. You look at him right in his eyes and he wonders if you can see the thoughts that linger behind them if you look hard enough.

Your thoughts are similar... more along the lines of of the sloshing wetness in your body and how well the weight and heat of his cock would feel when he spills in you, and all over you, and you you’ll spread those fluids all over your body and his, and then have him lick it clean... but you don’t need to imagine because the means to do all that are right in front of you, specifically, they’re in his clenched fist, straining with protruded veins and brightening at the pretty rounded tip. It’s the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen - massive. You wish it’s the only cock you’ve ever seen and had, but you’ll make sure it’s the last.

“I want to watch you take of my shorts.” You say while still shuffling the tv apps about.

He complies, slipping them off easily, exposing your pretty little bits to the air. You stretch one leg out to rest on the coffee table again, and raise the other up, arching above him, until it rests on his shoulder and he’s trapped between your legs. He’s got a perfect view of all the pretty ridges of your labia now, every plump little lip, he can imagine he’d feel the steamy heat radiating off of you if he juuust leaned closer.

But he won’t. Not until you ask him to. You’re still flipping the channels while looking at the tv beyond his shoulder - it’s such a comfy position to watch tv in, and you can effortlessly glance at his pretty bare face, his pretty puffy eyelids and the neat little half-up pony tail that he’s pulled his blonde locks into. His fluffy brows are slightly messy, and his skin looks soft and spotless from a recent wash, and the corners of his lashes stick together from the moisture that still clings to them and form the most beautiful flicks outward to frame his pretty eyes.

He’s a nice thing to watch indeed. Fucking tasty and mouthwatering, like you can smell the meal you’re about to eat.

“Lick me.” You quietly purr, after enough pretending that you’ll ignore the obedient kneeling man. He kissed the inside of your leg that rests on his shoulder, before gently guiding both of your legs to rest at the edge of the couch, spreading you wide open with nothing to obstruct his course. He grabs your hips with care and guides them to slide down, so that your beautiful cunt is slightly facing upward, yet your line of sight is still above his, and you look at him like a cat that’s about to play around with a mouse.

He licks his lips, slowly, and you can see that smooth and shiny pink tongue, it looks like a gummy bear or a lollipop you could just suck on until it melts...

“Lick me... you know how...” you purr, relaxing into the next breath you exhale.

He starts off by slightly spreading your labia with the fingers of one of his giant hands, your cunt is searing hot and with just that pretty tip of his tongue he presses a smooth swipe, firm, but just with the tip. You like it when he focuses there, going at your nub until you’re wet and your hole throbs for more. So he swirls, swipes, presses - its just the tip and it’s ticklish and teasing and his breaths blow over the rest of your pussy and make you shiver.

More more more, he flicks the tip about, until your panting and he can see your abdomen and thighs tightening, being the expert he is regarding your body, he grabs your discarded shorts off the ground and slips them under you... he knows the tricks of fluid comes right when your clit is played with to this extent, teasing you with the tiniest and most detailed movements so it washes up on you unexpectedly. You tighten all over and squirt pretty clear droplets that look like crystals along your folds.

“More...” You mewl, panting.

He obeys, like a good boy. He knows this type of stimulation riles you up desperately, leaving you tingling with sensitivity yet begging for more, leaving your hole sopping and perfectly aroused. This time he is more generous with his tongue, swiping the top generously all over your lips, making sure every little ridge of his tongue rasps against every bit of squishy plump flesh, over every fold, dragging your deliciousness all around. He loves the smell - fuck the taste of you is delectable but the smell drives him mad, and he’s literally eating you up, mouth, tongue, lips, even teeth to nibble in the right places.

You’re growing desperate, far too desperate and you grab at his bound hair, he sticks his tongue all the way out, as flat as he can to let you have your way. Your nails sting at his scalp and you tug painfully, and it makes him leak and whimper. You bury his face against you, you’re like an animal in heat and your feet flip in the air as you’ve lost all support to your body, and you rock his face to and from you, making sure his tongue pressures you clit in just the right way. His face slaps against your moist and swollen lumps of flesh, it’s messy and his entire face is soiled. You feel the liquids trickle from you once more. it’s a very superficial orgasm, and you’re purposely chasing them to drive you towards the point of desperation for having him stuffed in you, but he’ll please you this way until you feel raw and aching and sated if he has to.

He moans against you, with his mouth open and you choke his cries out with every messy slap of your pussy to his face. If only you could see how hard he’s fucking his cock with his hand, how tightly he’s gripping the head till hit hurts. His beautiful eyes are squeezed shut, but he hears and feels you and he knows you’re losing your composure. He reaches up to grab your hands from his hair so he can move freely, forgetting his own aching cock. He sucks at your clit now, and sucks and sucks until fluids come from you again, and he imagines your all slick and slimy and creamy within by now. For one final measure he presses his flat palms right at the edges of your vulva and spreads you - he inserts his tongue in your hole and fucks you with the little muscle until you’re begging - it’s what drivers you insane above all other things. Well, actually, you don’t beg, you grab him by the hair and he begs he’ll be lucky enough that you’ll slap him and fuck him and squeeze him.

But alas, you just scream, and he knows he shouldn’t delay when you yell “Fuck meeee!”, but he doesn’t want to ruin your momentum by forcing his cock too early in, so he takes his fingers, two all at once, and fucks them into you so that the pads of them and their nubs stimulate every spot along your insides. He fucks them in eagerly, the muscles in his arm strain and he can hear every sloppy squelching noise and closes his eyes hoping it was his cock, imagining his cock which still stands against his abdomen begging for attention. He can practically feel his tip pushing past that tender wet hole until it pokes the furthest reach, that’s how hard he envisions it, feeling the tickling sensations of the top of his cock, his slit crying at the thought and desperation.

Your thighs twitch and you begin to clench, he’ll keep it up until you relax from within but he feels how easily your muscles can stretch already, yet they are still so deliciously tight for something the size of his cock. You reach desperately, trying to pull his hair once more, but he’s too far away. If he weren’t so engrossed in the carnality of it all he’d chuckle at the cute gesture, but he’s too aroused to stop his attack, even if he’s tense from the repetitive movements and his jaw feels tight. His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches and you look at him and he’s absolutely masculine and vicious, unlike the soft demeanor with which he began. You reach that point where you feel you need more. Deeper thrusts, faster, harder.

You come undone and you can’t breathe as it all spasms over you and he uses his other hand to grind the palm all over your vulva as his fingers massage you to surrender. He’s proud at how you’ve melted - and your dominant demeanor is all gone. It’s just a matter of time before you regain your senses and start ordering him around again, so he’ll take his filthy hands off your pussy for a while and slip them under the shirt you wear to play with your breasts.

Your breaths begin to become slower and deeper...

“What do you want to watch now?” He asks, standing up, towering above you so you have the perfect view of the cock you’ll ask him to stuff you with. He’s still looking down at you, but your livening eyes make him know that he’s still completely in the palm of your hand and under your spell, and he’ll do everything - anything - so long as you command it.

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