#also another moment for me is him almost going to log off

[autistic-britta-perry]

#celltw #q!pactw #q!cellbit #missing between p 4 and p5. bbh redoubling on the 'you should answer I miss you too winky face smiley face' strategy #qsmp #that was INTENSE #give pac an oscar #when bad asked him what made him happy and he said richarlyson ;_; #and then later when he asks if it's him #and cellbit answers later when he's feeling a bit better. and says it's ALWAYS him #but pac can't HANDLE that so he's like oh cell is back this is why they killed rivers this is why he's acting like this because it can't be #cellbit doing all of that #also another moment for me is him almost going to log off #even though the whole day he was like I can't log off even with the rivers thing bc we have to win protection for the eggs #just like a reflex he went to do it without thinking out of panic and then stopped himself

[l1tw1ck]

bottom!ftm!camboy!Hajime Hinata x top!male!teacher!reader

[Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Hypnotism, Recording, Teacher/Student, Daddy Kink, Nipple Play, Creampie

Hajime suddenly stops in his tracks, successfully hypnotized by you. You've been watching his live streams for a while and you recently found out that he's your very own student. You decided to take advantage of that. “From now on, you’ll do whatever I say.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He says, almost robotically.

After getting Hajime to log into his account, you started up his stream. He's sitting on his desk and looking up at you and your phone camera with a dazed expression. He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants when you ask him to. “Shit, you didn't wear any underwear?” You look at his pretty cunt in awe. He shakes his head. “Spread your legs and touch yourself.” You order. He does exactly that, sliding two of his fingers into his warm cunt. You watch him whilst using your free hand to jerk off. You look over to read the chat, most of the viewers are wondering who you are and why Hajime revealed his face. They also think he seems off. Hajime moans softly, getting close to an orgasm. “Faster.” You say. His moans increase as he speeds up his pace. Moments later, he's squirting. He doesn't stop fingering himself until you tell him to.

Hajime looks up at you, now lying down on the desk with his legs raised in the air. He’s completely unaware of the situation he's in. You slowly sink your cock into his wet pussy, taking in the wonderful feeling of being inside him. “God, you're tight, Hajime. I guess none of those dildos were big enough to prepare you for me, huh?” You look at his flushed face then down at his chest, his hard nipples poking through his shirt. “Unbutton your shirt.”

Hajime quickly opens up his shirt, his tie falling in between his chest. “Play with your tits.”

He holds his tits in his palms and uses his thumbs and index fingers to play with his nipples. You start slowly fucking him right after you bottom out inside him, too impatient to care about him. Hajime lets out the cutest moans, squeezing your cock like he doesn't want you to leave. You pick up the pace, roughly fucking him. He can't help but cry out in pleasure, coming for a second time. His enjoyment is clearly painted on his face but his eyes show that he's not all there.

Just as you come inside him, you say the command that snaps him out of his haze. Hajime quickly comes to and analyzes the situation before him. You look down at him with a smile. He feels himself getting aroused as he pieces everything together. His teacher, someone he finds very attractive, was fucking him. “..Can I have more?” He asks, wanting to go another round now that he's actually conscious.

#wicks🕯️shorts #wicks🕯️events #top male reader #male reader #hajime hinata x reader #hajime hinata x male reader #hajime hinata smut #danganronpa smut #danganronpa x male reader #ftm character #🕯️hajime hinata #🕯️danganronpa

[chaotic-mystery]

Pairing:Joel Miller (jackson era to be specific) x f!reader

Summary: practicing your knife skills goes south when you find yourself hiding in a janitor’s closet with Joel.

Warnings: 18+ only- MDNI. Smut, porn w minimal plot, unprotected piv, big girthy age gap but it’s not specified, forced proximity, knives, cutting panties, fingering, roughness & degradation, cum eating, spitting, dirty talk, Joel is a panty thief once again! No use of y/n. Let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Notes: Big big thank you to @pr0ximamidnight for helping me with the idea & this post inspiring dialogue for it. Also a big thank you to @amanitacowboy for Beta reading it. This is my (late) secret Santa gift to @planet-marz1 ! Hope you like it baby! 🖤 || wc: 1.5k || notif blog ||

Christmas in Jackson was like any other day for Joel, the same shit needing to be done but just a different day of the week. For you on the other hand, you were excited for the lights strung all over the town, kids throwing snowballs at each other, the overall warmth it spread. Joel had other plans for today, practicing your knife skills. The last time you two were on patrol, things got kinda hairy and you almost got stabbed with your own knife. Needless to say, he wasn’t happy having to beat a skull in with a log.

It was going well, stabbing snowmen he built all over the open field next to an old abandoned factory from years ago, when suddenly you could hear rowdy raiders yelling rude remarks towards you and Joel off in the distance. He grabbed your wrist, looking in their direction before going into his stern mode he stopped putting on for the brief moment you had with him. “Don’t ask questions and don’t make a sound, got it?” He rhetorically asks before running inside the dark building with you close behind him on his heels. The quickest solution was to hide inside an empty janitor's closet and make it seem like you ran upstairs to the empty floors or maybe even out the windows.

Joel tucks himself in the corner away from the door with you pressing tightly against him, his hand squeezing over your mouth. The clammy skin made it harder for you to breathe, your chest heaving rapidly with anxiety as you both watched the shadows run past the door.

Joel grunted as he shifted slightly behind you, a bulge pressing against your ass. Though a natural reaction to someone being up against you, he still didn’t want you to notice, not at a time like now. Several minutes go by before you hear any more noise, a voice booming down the hallway and more footsteps running past the door again. You move your ass against him a little more and whimper the faintest bit before he sees your little game.

“Knock it off before you get us found.” He grumbles in your ear and yanks you to him, his other arm holding you against him tightly.

Joel was always someone you wanted but couldn’t have. He never gave into you the way you wanted him to. Joel would flirt the day away with you but when it came down to business, he’d tell you to find someone your age who won’t break your heart. That was easier said than done in an apocalypse.

As soon as Joel doesn’t hear any more movement in the building, his hand slips around your waist and grabs you roughly.

“Santa won’t leave you on the nice list if you keep this up.” Joel's harsh tone shouldn’t be like a symphony to your ears but it is and you need more. He couldn’t get over the fact you were the only person not scared of him, scared to push his buttons to make him snap. His hand doesn’t leave your mouth and he tugs for you to meet his eyes. Your hand follows down your body until you find his, trying to drag it between your thighs.

You grind your ass against his bulge, not looking away from his eyes that glimmered with the faintest line of sunlight from a broken window to the side of you. Pulling your head away so his hand slips off your lips, you meet his eyes once more.

“Maybe then I could get an old man to punish m-” not another letter escapes you before Joel’s lips crash onto yours.

He turns you to face him with his forceful arms tugging your torso against his chest. Clawing at your body like a fully starved man, his breath gets heavier with each kiss to you.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere. Not until I’m finished with ya.” He tuts at you as his hand travels down the front of your pants and discovers how wet you are for him.

“Do you always get like this when someone manhandles you? Fuckin’ Christ you’re so pathetic for me to touch you. Where do you need me, hm?” Joel whispers into the crook of your neck, groaning from the pit of his stomach as he finds your throbbing clit with his index and middle fingers. His freehand grabs your bicep, holding your body against the small table pressed to the wall.

“Right there, pl-please Joel-oh fuck.” you whine out, knees buckling with every rub to your clit.

He matches your moans as his hand on your arm squeezes tighter like you’ll slip through his fingers if he eases up on you for even a second.

“Turn around for me, let me see where I’m gonna bury my cock.” Joel orders in your ear and spins you before you can do it yourself. So desperate for him to keep going, you bend over the table, arms tucked in underneath you. The stale, cold air hits the soaked fabric covering your pussy as Joel rips down your jeans to your ankles and cuts your panties right off you, causing you suck in a sharp breath. His warm tongue covers your clit and dips between your folds until he reaches your entrance. A groan vibrates against you as your head spins, groaning out anything to make him go faster. A smirk grows on his lips as he fiddles with his belt buckle, giving his cock a few tugs with his right hand.

“You’re about to absolutely ruin my life aren’t you? Make me so needy I only want you to fuck me..fuck, Joel.”

He spits on your glossy cunt before standing up, burying his cock deep inside you and grabbing your shoulders to keep himself steady. Your back arches as his hips start to slam into your ass, Joel's groans getting longer with each thrust. Joel tosses the closed pocket knife onto the table in front of you along with your ruined panties.

“I’m gonna fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head, you understand me?” Joel manages out between moans, squeezing your shoulders harder.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You smart mouth back at him, hoping he’ll lay into you and make you rethink ever wanting him to be so rough on you.

His left hand covers your mouth once more and yanks you against him, your back a deep arch while he continues to fuck into you. Joel’s teeth nibble on your earlobe, panting softly before mumbling, “Doesn’t matter, you’re a filthy fuckin’ girl and I know you’ll enjoy it either way.” The broken sentence slips from his lips.

He was right. It didn’t matter how he gave it to you, you wanted him to shred you apart from the inside out.

You two moaned in sync, his hands roaming all over your clothed chest as he pumped inside you, half-open mouth kisses shared between gasps of air. Joel shoved you down on the table, pushing the side of your head down to keep you still.

“Joel-I’m gonna come, baby i’m gonna come, i’m gonna come-” You chanted, eyes screwing shut as the table squeaked louder from Joel going faster.

“Come on, baby come all over my cock, c’mon baby, c’mon.” He squeezes the back of your neck as his jaw clenches, encouraging you to let go.

With a couple of more snaps of his hips against your ass, you unravel on him, struggling to keep yourself standing as your knees were giving out trying to close your thighs together. The struggle had you whining his name while you grinded against him to ride your high.

Joel barely pulls out in time to come all over your lower back, grunting profanities as he watches his load dribble onto your skin.

“Stay there, stay fuckin’ there.” Joel ordered as soon as he finished letting out every drop of cum from the tip of his cock.

You’re too fucked to argue or move away and within moments you feel his tongue lick up the dribbles of cum from your skin and his freehand turns your head, meeting your eyes with his as he spits into your mouth. A rough kiss follows and you moan in each other's mouth before he goes back for the rest that was left on your back.

“Open.” Joel mutters and pinches your cheeks firmly to part your lips, spitting the rest of his cum in your mouth. You swallow willingly before he kisses you again.

“Think you’re never gettin’ off that naughty list, baby.” He chuckles and presses a few soft kisses to your clothed shoulder blade.

He unpins you from the table and tucks his cock back into his jeans before pulling yours up to your thighs and letting you finish the rest.

“W-what about my panties?” You question as you pocket your knife, looking at him with a smirk.

“Merry Christmas to me, I ‘spose.” Joel kisses your forehead and takes your hand in his, leading you out of the building.

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x you #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #tlou x reader #tlou hbo #tlou fic #hbo tlou #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller one shot #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfic #joel smut #joel x reader #joel x f!reader #joel miller x f!reader #tw degradation #joel miller fic #tw knives

[altsvu]

more than just my intern

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

summary: sonny was eager to take you under his wing when he suddenly realizes he was eager for more…

tw: none i can think of 😅

a/n: y’all PLEASEEEE don’t be mad at me but this was sitting in my notes for ALMOST A YEAR bc i wanted to add smut but it was HARD. so i got rid of it, but if y’all want a part 2, i can definitely do it! also this gif is just *chefs kiss*💋 its so fitting for this lowkey

law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!

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“I like you so much, I wish you were more than just my intern.”

“Well, those arrangements can be made.”

You enjoyed being a detective, but you wanted more. You followed in Sonny’s footsteps for as long as you could imagine and now it was your time to shine. You and Sonny had been partners for about 4 years when he announced he was applying to law school. You were there for Sonny when he got his acceptance letter, and when he had mentioned before his acceptance that he was applying to Fordham night school to become an ADA, it had become a surprise to you because you were actually looking at that school, among many others in the area. A few years after Sonny finished law school, you got one of the best news of your life.

“Sonny, you need to come over ASAP.” You said over the phone.

“Why, are you okay?”

“I just have something here that I’d like you to witness.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in 20.”

When Sonny came over, the both of you curled up on your living room couch staring at your laptop.

“I got an email from Fordham.”

The clock ticked slow from the time you opened up the email to the time you clicked on the link to log into the portal.

“Is that what I think that is?” Sonny said.

After you logged in there was another thing you had to click on in order for you to see your application status. Then, a whole bunch of confetti popped up on your screen.

“OH MY GOSH I GOT IN!” You screamed.

You and Sonny screamed and laughed for a few moments, living in the moment. You got accepted into law school!

“I’m so proud of you Y/N. You deserve it.” Sonny said, pulling you into a hug.

“Aww thank you.” You beamed. “And look at you, thriving as an ADA already. If anything I’m proud of you!”

Sonny also had a wide smile on his face. “It’s no easy thing, so thank you. These accomplishments deserve a little celebration, dont’cha think?”

“Oh yea,” You agreed.

And with that, your life changed.

•••

Fast forward a few months, you went through orientation and all those get to know you stuff and you were now taking your official classes. Sonny on the other hand was doing great as an ADA and you were extremely happy for him. Juggling law school and working as a detective, not to mention you got promoted, was something you were learning to handle one day at a time. You didn’t know how Sonny did it.

Throughout the semester, Sonny occasionally popped by to check on and see how everything was going, and he even helped you with some of the classes that he previously took. When you had your spare time on the job you went to visit Sonny to see how he was handling Hadid and the cases he had to work with. On the days he had to work late to prep for trial, you were reluctant to leave him, you were curious about this aspect of being an ADA. He gave you advice and other words of wisdom that you kept with you throughout your time in law school.

A year and a half passed by and Sonny was taking off with his career and you were still in school, doing everything you could to get high grades in your classes. On top of that, dealing with all the changes Manhattan SVU was going through was taking a toll as well. It was about that time for you to start gaining experience. Sonny let you sit in cases, live cases, in the courtroom, as you took notes on his techniques, just as he did when he learned from Rafael.

“You know, you might as well be an ADA now with all these cases you’ve sat in with me.”

“Not yet, Counselor. Give it about two more years. For now, I’ll be your little intern.”

That brought a smile to Sonny’s face. “Intern, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re serious about it, I can make arrangements with the DA… it can be your part time.”

Your eyes widened. “Sonny…”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to act on it right away, I just want the best for you. I didn’t get the chance to do this, but I want you to have it.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you hugged Sonny.

“Thank you. Seriously, for everything.”

“Of course. Anything for my partner.”

•••

After many conversations with the DA’s office, the bureau chief, and even Benson, you got your official position as ADA Sonny Carisi’s intern. Part time internship kind of situation. It was needed as one of the requirements for one of the classes you were taking so it fit.

Your days consisted of looking over some of the cases Sonny had on his docket, taking notes for your own practice, as well as observing during cases. You did get paired with other ADA’s on the eighth floor, but you always drew yourself towards Sonny.

•••

One night, you were in Sonny’s office looking over a case with him when he decided it was best for the both of you to have a nightcap.

“Hey, you’ve been taking notes on that case file for a while. Unwind with me.”

You looked up and saw Sonny pull out a bottle of wine and glass cups. You watched him pop the bottle open and pour the red liquid in both of the cups. He handed one of them to you, hoping you would accept it. You sighed, plopping the case file on the table. Taking the glass with a smile on your face, you followed Sonny to the couch he had in his office.

“You know, I don’t think I ever told you this, but it’s beautiful how dedicated you are to becoming an ADA.”

“Aww, you think so?”

“Yes.”

“I appreciate it a lot. I think a part of it was also your doing. You inspired me to go further in my career. Further helping victims of all walks of life that don’t have a voice of their own, victims that want to be free from the shackles of their toxic situations, victims that are tired of their bodies being used forcefully for sexual desires.”

“Maybe I did inspire you. You’ve really been a great advocate for everyone that walked through those precinct doors and it shows.”

“Cheers to that.” You smiled, raising your glass.

Sonny clinked his glass with yours and smiled. “Cheers.”

“I’m glad you’re my intern.”

You raised an eyebrow, setting your glass down. “Oh?”

“Yeah. I get to spend more time with you, for starters.”

“Mmm, yeah, I miss you at SVU sometimes. It’s not the same without you.”

Sonny nodded. “I get that.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, just completely comfortable silence and long looks.

“I like you so much, I wish you were more than just my intern.” Sonny admitted to break the silence.

You were startled at first, but then a smile crept on your face as soon as you knew what he meant.

“Well, those arrangements can be made.” You whispered. You took one more sip of your wine and scooted closer to Sonny.

“Oh yea?” He said in a hushed tone, moving closer to you as well. At this point, the both of your thighs were touching each other. You felt a major spark between you and him. You were feeling a certain type of way and it wasn’t from the alcohol.

“Yea.” You whispered.

Sonny gently took your face in his hand and kissed you.

After the kiss, the both of you were smiling, holding each other’s faces in hands and touching foreheads.

“I want more,” you said. “That was beautiful.”

“Beautiful indeed, my little intern.”

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taglist: @detective-giggles , @lapaquerette , @itsjustmyfantasyroom , @ssaic-jareau , @averyhotchner , @blackbeautifulqueen , @redlipstickandplaid, @storiesofsvu , @hotchsbabygirl-blog, @deiondraaa, @wandas-wife , @ellevandeberg

#altsvu #altsvu oneshots #law and order svu fandom #law and order fic #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #ada sonny carisi #detective sonny carisi #sonny carisi fanfiction #sonny carisi x fem!reader #ada sonny carisi x reader #law and order special victims unit #svu #svu fanfiction #svu fic

[luimagines]

Take the Potion

Another commission!

Masterlist

They asked for stubborn Links in which they refused to take the health potion.

Content under the cut!

Wild

“Wild.” You approached the young man steadily, as one would a cornered wild animal. “Care to explain what happened?”

He gives you a tired, almost angered look. “I was up a tree.”

“Yes?”

“I got the eggs to make breakfast.”

“...And?”

“I fell.”

You have to bite your lip. His clipped answers were new. Granted, he wasn’t exactly one of the more talkative of the bunch, but he was never this snippy. “And then what happened?”

“I broke my arm.” He glares at the space just around you. You think he’s frustrated with himself. And while that may be true- it’s not a far off guess to say that he was also genuinely annoyed that you’re asking him of this.

You can’t help it. You snort and sit next to him. “Did you tell anyone about it?”

He looks away, poking the dropped arm with a neutral expression. He doesn’t want to show how much pain it’s in. Or he has high pain tolerance. It could go either way with this one. At least it doesn’t look broken. So he either put it back into place himself (also not surprising) or it’s not that bad.

You hold out the potion. “I have something for you.”

“Don’t need it.”

You scoff. “Don’t be stupid. What if one of the guys punched your arm?... Or we get attacked? How are you going to explain that not only can you not use your sword but you’re out of luck with your bow as well?”

Wild doesn’t answer for a moment. Instead he chooses to look away from you. Out of sight out of mind, right?

You sigh and shift around him, reaching around to shake the bottle in his peripheral vision. “Don’t make me tell Time-”

Wild snags the bottle and uncorks it with his teeth. “This stays between us. Not a word to the others, understand?”

You grin, feeling satisfied and happy with the results. “Of course, Link. Anything you say”

Legend

At first there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the Hero of Legend. He was walking normally and rough housing and bantering as he normally would have. But then he started walking slower. Not a big deal. No one thought much of it, they just passed him, thinking he couldn’t fall so far behind. Then he started walking with a limp.

Then you noticed the steadily growing blood stain just under his boot-

“Link, stop right there.” You command.

Legend- and Time unfortunately, stop dead in their tracks. Both of them turn to look with confusion in their eyes. Legend’s is mildly laced with irritation until he sees that you’re looking directly at him- and you don’t look pleased. His looks softens into something a little more sheepish after that.

Time looks between you both and promptly backs out of it. Every man for himself.

You march up to Legend and point to the injury. “How long were you planning on hiding that?”

“Pssh...” He waves you off. ”It’s nothing.”

“You’re limping.”

“Well it itches.”

You smack the side of this head. “Idiot. You’re not superhuman.”

“I’m fine.” Legend moves away from you and begins to walk with the rest of the group.

You grab him before he can leave and hold him while you search through your bag with your other hand.

“Come on, this isn’t necessary-”

“Here.” You all but push Legend away with the strength you chive the potion into his chest. “Drink it or so help me, I will make you.”

“Alright, alright, by the three-...” Legend takes the bottle with more dramatic flare than you think is called for. “If it will get you to calm down.”

He opens it and takes a small sip. “It’s not like we have a lot of these, you know-”

“Just drink it.” You cross your arms.

Legend pauses again before taking another sip. “...What? Are you just going to watch me finish it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not that bad!”

“I beg to differ.”

Warrior

“I’m fine.” Warrior groans, pushing you to the side. Granted, he’s not rough with it. He can’t afford to be. An arrow has been fully logged into his forearm from the inside and it’s been hard to put any pressure on it.

You’re not impressed.

“Ok, so tell me why is there blood on your shirt then?” You point to it with your free hand. Your other hand still has the health potion extended towards him and you’re not ending this until he takes it from you and drinks it.

“Well It’s not mine.”

“Monsters don’t have red blood.”

“It’s not monster blood then.”

You growl, shoving the potion towards him again. “Don’t make me do something drastic, hero.”

The word stings your tongue and Warrior flinches. The way he had gotten injured to begin with was nothing short of a hero complex. He had bitten off than he could chew and his impulsive and brash nature had gotten the best of him this time around

“It was an accident.”

“I know. That doesn’t change this.” You glare.

To be completely honest, you're more upset about the injury than the man in front of you, but he doesn’t need to know that just yet. You shake the bottle to emphasize it. Warrior glances away like a petulant child.

“You’re full of it.”

“I am not!” He snaps back snagging the potion before he registers what he did. He did it with the wrong hand.

Warrior grimaces with a pained cry and drops the bottle. You catch it and uncork it before he can change his mind.

With a shake of your head, you hold it out again. “Believe me now?”

Warrior whines. Your heart and attitude softens a bit at the sound. Maybe you’re being a bit brash yourself. “Here.” You tilt his head towards you with two fingers. “Open.”

Warrior does as you say even if he closes his eyes. He drinks the potion and relaxes. The magic does its work and you both calm down. “Thank you.”

Time

“Are you ok, Old Man?” You had asked him. He seemed to be breathing a little heavily even if there didn’t seem to be anything too bad going on with him. But he did get hit in the fight. He got hit hard enough that the wind was knocked out of him. He had to be dragged out of the fight so he could catch his breath.

“I’m fine.” He grunts.

“You don’t look fine.” You press. It could have gotten worse. “Is it the hit?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Time-”

“Listen-”

“Link.” You glare. “How bad is it?”

“Not bad at all.” He meets you head on.

You reach out and poke his side.

Time reacts as if you’ve burned him and he hardly manages to kill the pained cry that leaves him from the contact. You pull your hand back slowly with wide eyes. You hardly touched him. But you could feel it. His ribs are broken.

“You really are getting old.” You smile awkwardly. It was supposed to be a joke but it falls flat. “Um… Here. Hold on.”

You bend down, taking your bag out in front of you so that you can look through it. “I might have something left over.”

“I’m not going to take your-”

“Found it!” You cry out happily. You take out the health potion and hold it out to him. “Here. This should help.”

Time’s look softens but he puts his hand over yours, pushing it down. “Keep it. You need it more.”

You give him a deadpanned look. It’s such a striking contrast from the moment before that it startles a laugh out of Time. “Which one of us is hurt here, me or you?”

Time sighs. It dissolves into an impromptu staring contest. A test of wills.

You push it forward again.

“Alright, fine.” Time grimaces and takes the bottle. He uncorks it and takes a generous swig of it before he looks you in the eyes again. “Thank you.”

You grin, albeit weakly. “It must be worse than I thought. You didn‘t put up much of a fight.” 

“Hush.”

Wind

“I don’t want to drink it!”

You frown, holding the health potion in your hand. “Wind, don’t be ridiculous. You have to or it’s going to get worse.”

He turns his violently to the side. A hand comes up to knock the bottle away “I won’t drink it. I’m tired of that stuff. It tastes disgusting.” 

“Don’t be such a baby.” You frown, pushing his hand away from yours. You push the healing potion towards him again. “Just drink it fast and don’t let it touch your tongue. That’s how I do it.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Well you don’t see me complaining do you.” You challenge him. “So stop whining.”

“I’m not doing it.” Wind meets you head on. He’s glaring.

You stare back for a solid ten seconds before you yell out, “Time, you were asking about who was the one who dropped all the fish food in the lake earlier?”

Time turns his head as Wind pales. Wind reaches out to cover your mouth with both of his hands. Wind turns his hand to the leader. “They’re lying.”

Time just raises an eyebrow. “Are they now?”

“Yes.” Growling, Wind snatches the bottle from your hands. “You play dirty.”

“You’re the literal pirate.” You stick your tongue out at the boy. Wind uncorked the bottle with little difficulty. He stares at it for a long period of time. He’s clearly hyping himself up to drink the contents within. You wait and wait. You turn to Time. “Wind just so happened to-”

“Shut up!” Wind kicks your shin, throwing the health potion back like a shot.

You laugh at the way he seems to shiver from the liquid going down his throat. He coughs and gags. You take the bottle back. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was awful.”

“Are you done complaining?” You raise an eyebrow, getting comfortable in the spot next to him.

Wind looks to you with an unimpressed expression. “I’m never doing that again.”

“You said that last time.”

“Well I mean it this time.”

Hyrule

“Come on- just one sip.” You plead. The bottle full of liquid sloshes around with your movement.

Hyrule shakes his head, only for it to flop. “Dun… need it.”

“I beg to differ.” Your voice drops, entering the gravely portion that you try to avoid. It’s a voice that shouldn’t belong to you and it catches his attention.

“Go drink… some water…” Hyrule raises his arm to point- but he can’t bring himself to point and he only gestures to the rock wall beside you. The hit to his head was incredibly bad but he’s not in a state to either be cooperative or forced to take the potion.

“Link, honey, this is for you.” You try a different approach and put the bottle in his hand.

“What issssss……it..” He lifts it the best he can but you can see him struggle to get his vision in order.

“Water.” You grin tightly. You uncorked the bottle. “Here. This will help you feel better. But you have to drink all of it, ok? Otherwise it won’t work.”

Hyrule hums and brings the bottle to his lips. You press the top of your fingertips to the bottom of the bottle and tilt it slowly as he drinks it. His eyebrows furrow when he registers the texture and taste of the potion but you tilt it a bit more. He has to drink more of it to keep up with the inertia of the liquid.

He coughs and you pull it away.

The light returns to his eyes for a moment to glare at you. “Rude.”

“Better?” You press the bottle to him again.

He looks away for a moment, still upset before he sighs. He takes the bottle from you and admits defeat. “...Yes.”

You sag. “You’re as stubborn as a mule, Link.”

Twilight

Twilight grunted as he pushed himself up against the wall of the dungeon. Admittedly, it was not his best performance but he got the job done. 

There was a deep wound in his side. The blade of the monster had cut him deeper than he wanted to admit. He was thankful that he wore as many layers as he did.

Twilight took a breath. He calmed down. All he had to do now was wait for someone to come get him and they would be able to call it a day. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought. He could hardly feel it if he had to be honest with himself.

That’s it, he decides. He’s going to just keep going. He’s fine. He doesn’t need to have anyone else wait on him.

“Hello hello?” You call down the hallway, trepidatious and nervous.

Twilight relaxes. He’s happy to see you. “Hey there, yourself.”

You also seem to relax at the sight of him, but then your eyes dip down. “....Link…”

Uh-oh. You said the name. His name.

Twilight suddenly gets a tad sheepish. “Yes?”

“What… happened to you?” Your jaw drops and you instantly drop to your knee, taking your bag out from behind you.

“Oh, this?” Twilight takes his arm off of it. It’s all red. “It’s nothing.”

“Link.” You stress, taking out a potion. “Why are you like this?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Twilight pushes forward. He may trip, but he blames it on the rocks on the floor and not the blood loss.

You are undeterred. In fact, you deadpan. “Link Ordon.”

“Not the full name.” Twilight whines.

“Take the potion.” You glare. You shove the potion towards his chest.

Twilight takes note of your furrowed brow and your pout. It’s your serious face. Part of him knows that this isn’t to be trifled with. ..But you’re so cute.

He sighs, trying to make it seem more of an effort than it really is and takes the potion out of your hand. “If I take this, will you stop pouting?”

“I’m not pouting!”

Twilight smirks, uncorking the bottle. “Uh-huh.”

Sky

Gasps and hisses were the only things to fill the air during the quiet night’s watch.

“What on earth are you doing?” You hiss back. “You’re going to wake someone else up and they’re going to think that you’re doing something inappropriate.” 

Sky just grunts in reply and you stand- almost afraid to see what he was really up to. You run your hands through your hair and begin to close the distance. “Don’t expect me to cover for you when Time or Wind- oh by the golden three-”

He’s trying to put a bandage around his forearm. You don’t know but it’s bleeding profusely and Sky has the bandage in his mouth to try and keep it tight enough to wrap it around.

Your stomach drops for a moment and you have to turn your head to keep the contents within yourself. “I’m not going to ask.” You say instead. “But give me one second…”

You turn and make it back to your bed roll. You fall to your knees and take out your pack. It’s dark and your back is against the firelight so it’s hard to see. You have to fiddle around for a moment before you manage to take out what you were looking for.

You make your way back and drop the bottle unceremoniously on Sky’s lap. “Drink that.”

Sky drops the bandage from his mouth and looks up to you. “Thanks, but you should save that for an emergency.”

“You’re hurting.” You deadpan, not willing to deal with this during the witching hour. “Enough so that it woke me up. Just take it. I’ll get more.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere.” Sky argues, holding your potion out to you. “Keep it.”

You frown, taking the bottle and bashing it over his head. The glass shatters and the potion seeps into his body anyway- healing the hit and the cut simultaneously.

Sky freezes as the glass rains down his face and body.

“Retail taught me that one.” You say and move to go back to bed. Stubborn man. You’re not going to play those games.

Four

“How did you manage this?” You frown, putting your hands on your hips.

Four winces and slowly laying backwards against the stone floor. “I have no idea but it certainly wasn’t my greatest moment.”

“I’ll say.” You take the potion on reflex and sit down next to him. “Come on, drink up. I’m not going to carry you out of here.”

“Nah.” He doesn’t even look at you. “Save it. Just give me a moment and then we’ll be on our way.”

“And if you’re bleeding internally?” You raise an eyebrow.

Four doesn’t react. “My blood is all on the inside anyway, that’s where it’s supposed to be.”

You flick his forehead.

“Ow.”

“Drink the potion.” You press, putting a hand on his chest. His breath leaves him with a wheeze and he has to push you off.

“That’s where I got hit!” He croaks, trying to get his breath back. “Don’t just touch it!.”

You poke it again. “I would hurt less if you drank the potion.”

Four grunts, sending you one of the nastiest glares you’ve ever received from the young man.

You shake the potion in front of his face.

Four growls and takes the potion. He has to force himself to sit up again and it’s clear he struggles to make it all the way. You push him up as gently as you can. Four puts his attention into opening the blasted bottle while you hold him steady.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.” He complains as he takes a sip.

“You love me.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t put up with half of the things I do if you didn’t.”

“Lucky you. And lucky me.” He takes another sip, a bigger one this time. You don’t dignify that with a response.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader

[emilymaxximoff]

Souls Don't Meet on Accident; Rafe Cameron X Fem!Reader; Part 3

CW: Language, Light Drinking, Smut, Oral Sex, Fingering, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, MDNI 18+

Description: Life sucks lately and your boyfriend Rafe Cameron has done some pretty messed up things. Despite this you still love him and will do anything to help him. As his life continues to crumble you prove that despite all the shit you have to go through, sometimes people are just meant to find each other.

Word Count: 2365

A/N: Listen....... I tried my best. I have never written smut before and it has been a hot second since I have written in general so please for the love of god take it easy on me. I also realized it has been 2 weeks since I posted the last part so this is long overdue. I do like a lot of this one though so it's definitely crucial to the story. If all else fails read like the last paragraph. I did not want to read the smut back so I did not edit this but at this point are we surprised at that lol. Ok that's enough. Love you guys! If you like it feel free to comment and reblog as well!

Part 1 Part 2

The warm light of the fire illuminated your face and you smiled at your friends. The warmth of the fire cut through the chill of the night and a light breeze blew across your face. It had been so long since things had felt this good. Everything just felt right. John B sat with his arm wrapped around Sarah and her head was nuzzled into his chest, trying to hide her cheesy smile at Pope's almost incoherent joke. Pope and Kie sat affectionately close and laughed at Sarah's desperate attempt to hold it together. JJ came up behind you with another beer and sat down next to you.

It was moments like these that made the world feel in balance again. there was nothing to worry about, no reason to be upset. It was true serenity to you.

"I'm surprised you made it." JJ said as he kicked his feet up on the extra logs for the fire.

"So happy to see you too J." you laughed, punching JJ lightly on the arm.

He laughed and responded, "Hey it's not that I'm not happy to see you but I'm surprised you were able to get away from that needy asshole."

"Not funny J." you glared.

"Sorry Y/N. I just can't fathom how he earned even a morsel of your affection. You're too good for him."

"Cut it out JJ. I know it's hard for you guys to understand. I can't explain it but I care about him so just shut up about it. Can we just have a good night? Please?"

You looked at JJ with pleading eyes and his expression immediately softened. JJ sighed and pushed his bleach blonde hair back out of his face.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want you to get hurt." he paused and took a swig of beer before looking back at you. "I really am trying to look out for you."

"I know J but you need to let it go."

"I will, eventually...... Why is Kie's leg draped over Pope's?"

You looked at him and grinned wide. You held back laughter as your friends tipsy actions revealed the secret crush they had on each other. JJ also tried to contain his laughter as he gave you wide eyes in confusion.

"Damn J. You're gonna be the only one alone. Looks like Mr. Player can't pull like he says."

"Oh shut the fuck up. I pull so many bitches and you know it."

You both erupted into laughter causing everyone to look at you. You looked at each other to try to calm down but it only made you laugh harder.

The rest of the night went smoothly as you all sat around the fire and drank beers. As the fire began to die down, running out of fire wood, you knew the peace and serenity of the night would soon come to an end. As you all began to walk up to John B's house you heard your phone go off.

Rafe: Hey baby when are you getting home tonight?

Y/N: I was gonna stay at John B's I'm a little tipsy so I didn't wanna risk driving.

Rafe: Can I come pick you up? I wanna see you tonight.

Y/N: Sure. Is everything ok?

Rafe: Yeah. Be there in 15.

You put your phone back in your pocket and ran to catch up with the group. You anxiously stared at the clock, counting down the minutes until Rafe would come to get you. So many thoughts raced in your mind as you prayed that Rafe was ok and his dad had not lashed out.

You heard the tires of Rafe's truck pull up on the rough gravel of the drive and you bolted out of your seat.

"What's the rush for Y/N?" Pope asked, giving you a confused look.

"Rafe wanted to pick me up so he's here I'm gonna go before he has to come in. I don't want issues." you quickly grabbed your bag off the table and turned to Sarah before you prepared to make a break for the door. "Are you going back to your house or staying here Sarah?"

"I'm staying here Y/N unless you need me. Is he ok?"

"I don't know but I'll be good by myself."

With that statement you ran out the door to go meet Rafe. Your anxiety melted away when you saw Rafe's beaming grin as he leaned against his truck. He started jogging towards you as he held out his arms for you to fall into. You picked your pace up into a jog and met him for a hug. He gently lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he swayed back and forth. He took one hand off your waist to pull your face into his, crashing his lips against yours.

You unwrapped your legs and Rafe gently set you back on the ground, still attaching his lips from yours. You tried to gently pull away but Rafe leaned forward and placed more kisses on your soft lips. You laughed and put your hand on his chest, looking up at him and smiling.

"Someone's in a good mood." you giggled. "I'm guessing that dinner went well."

"It went amazing. I really feel like I had it together and guess what my dad said." he beamed at you.

"What?"

"He said he was proud of me."

"Oh my god! Rafe that's amazing! I'm so happy for you." you said giving him another deep kiss.

Rafe turned and held your hand, leading you towards his truck. He opened the passenger door and helped boost you into the seat. Before he closed the door he turned back to you.

"Y/N, my dad told me you set this up. Thank you."

"Anytime, love."

You smiled back at him as he closed the door and jumped in on the driver side. He put his hand on your thigh and started back to the Cameron residence.

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The second you stepped out of Rafe's truck, his hands were all over you. Rafe slammed you against the door and crashed his lips in to yours, putting one hand against the car door next to you head and the other on your ass, giving it a rough squeeze. You moved your hands to grip the back of his neck and lace your fingers through his hair. He pushed you into the car harder and could feel is erection, pushing through his dress pants. You moaned quietly in his mouth as you felt his hard on push into the soft skin of your stomach.

"Why don't we take this inside baby? I don't want anyone to accidentally hear those pretty moans of yours. They're mine." Rafe said roughly against your lips.

You looked up at him and licked your lips, nodding your head. You could help but bite your lip has he dragged you towards the house. Thankfully you found no one on the way to Rafe's room and the moment the door was closed, you were both all over each other once again. Rafe lifted the hem of your shirt, urging for it to come off and you more than willingly obliged, lifting your arms for him to take it off before he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt and threw it off his shoulders. His lips moved down off your lips and onto your neck. He found your pulse and bit it gently before moving down to your breasts as he unclipped your bra and exposed you to him. He left light purple marks all the way down and his hands moved congruently down to unbutton your shorts.

Rafe's fingers slipped down inside your panties and used his middle finger to slip in between your folds. "So wet baby." he cursed.

You moaned louder than you intended to when he massaged your clit in circular motions before he slipped his long finger inside you.

"Mmh... Rafe." you sighed, basking in all the pleasure he caused with such little effort.

"Yeah, baby. Moan for me." Rafe whispered gruffly in your ear as he slipped a second finger in you and pumped them in and out of your cunt.

"Fuck...." you choked out. It was embarrassing how much of an effect he had on you and he fucking knew it too but it was your turn to have an effect on him.

You grabbed Rafe's wrist, stopping his motions. He looked at you, confused but it was soon replaced with lust when he saw you looking up at him with your doe eyes. You removed his hand from your pants and brought it up to your mouth and sucked his finger clean of your wetness.

"Fuck Y/N. You're gonna make me cum in my pants." Rafe moaned.

You smiled and took his hand to lead him to his large bed so you could sit him on the edge. His eyes widened as he watched you fall to your knees in front of him and start to slowly unzip his pants. Your eyes widened as you saw the tent created by his hard cock and the thin material and you started to rub him through the thin material.

"Fuck Y/N, please." Rafe moaned loudly, reveling in the friction you caused but wishing there wasn't the material between your hand and his cock.

"Rafe baby, look at me." You said looking up with wide eyes as you bit your lip.

"What baby? What's wrong?" Rafe panted. He groaned when he saw how pretty you looked looking up at him.

"I'm so proud of you today. I also know you had a good day. Let me make it even better baby. Please?" You said giving him a seductive smirk.

"Fuck yes Y/N. Please, please, please." he whimpered.

You then freed his cock from the restricting material of his boxers and slid them off his hips and onto the floor. Your mouth watered at the sight of his dick springing up and touching his stomach. You spit on his length and rubbed your hand slowly over the tip before leaning down to put his balls in your mouth. You sucked on them and stroked him while he moaned praises. You licked a stripe up the underside of Rafe's dick and took the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive skin.

Rafe grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail and shoved himself to the back of your throat. "Good girl. Your little mouth takes me so good."

He helped you bob your head up and down his cock at a rapid pace. Your hands braced your hands on his strong thighs. You continued to look at him with your doe eyes even when tears formed in your eyes and fell down your face. Rafe looked down at your trembling face and you felt his dick twitch in your mouth before he pulled you off.

"I need in you baby. I need you to ride me till I come in you." Rafe said as he pulled you onto his lap.

You pulled him in for a kiss as you sat down on his lap, facing him and grinding on his hips. You grabbed his dick and positioned it at your entrance before sinking down onto him. You groaned as he filled you up. You had fucked him so many times but every time his pure size left you in awe. When he bottomed out in you, you sat there adjusting to him and you panted into his neck, preparing yourself.

"You're so fucking tight, baby girl if you don't move soon I'm gonna move you myself." Rafe whispered in your ear and you started to bounce up and down on his dick.

You tried your best to keep a fast pace but you need Rafe's help to keep up. He really did have the stamina of a race horse. His nails dug into your back as he picked you up and slammed you back down. You could feel him deep in your stomach, repeatedly hitting your cervix. You could feel your release building and you brought your hand down to rub fast circles on your clit.

"Rafe I'm so fucking close please." you cried.

"Cum for me baby. Cum on my dick."

With those sweet words you came and fell into Rafe's strong chest, hands clinging onto his biceps for any type of support. Rafe groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as you came. This catapulted him into his own release, coating your insides in a thick white coating. Before slowly pulling out of you and looking at both your juices running down your thighs.

"I love you Rafe."

"I love you more Y/N." he said, smiling into your shoulder.

He helped you hobble to the bathroom and wash up. Before starting a shower for you both to take.

"Hey Y/N can you go grab some sweat pants for me for when we get out?" Rafe asked you sweetly.

"Only if I can steal my favorite shirt." you replied with a sly smile.

Rafe rolled his eyes and smiled at you "Fine only cause I love you. It's in the top left drawer."

You walked back in his room and grabbed a pair of black sweat pants for Rafe then went to the top left drawer to grab his dark green shirt you absolutely loved. It was soft and smelled like Rafe and fell to just the right place on your thighs. You rummaged through the drawer struggling to find it when you suddenly felt a new sensation your hand. You pulled a soft velvet box from the drawer. Your eyes were wide as you looked around before opening it, curious as to what it was. You gasped as you saw the most beautiful ring you had ever seen nestled in the box.

Everything was starting to come together. Everything Ward and Sarah said. The heirloom. The way Rafe was trying so hard to get his shit together.

"Y/N? What's taking so long?"

You turned around to see Rafe standing in the bathroom door way.

Shit.

#rafe fic #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx x reader #rafe outer banks #obx fic #obx #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x you

[echoing--stars]

Hello worm. For your prompts, maybe Wind trying to show off to Wars how he’s just as much a hero as him despite his age? It can be fluffy or angsty, you decide. Also bonus points if Wind discovers Wars enlisted early and starts calling him a hypocrite

This was an amazing idea! I wish I could write more for it, but I hit a wall of fatigue (thanks flu shot and covid booster cries) so this is all I got. Maybe I'll come back to it!

(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)

Wind was sick of being treated like a kid. He didn't get as many watches as everyone else and never the second watch. They'd stopped early when he'd complained about the walk — even though Legend had been complaining for an hour. He was stuck with guarding civilians while the others battled the monsters. And now Warriors was getting his arm stitched up by Sky after taking a hit meant for Wind. He bided his time, however. Wind was mad but he wasn’t mean. He waited until Sky was finished with the stitches and bandaged Warriors’ arm. And then waited until they’d moved away from the battlefield and made camp. Warriors stood and stretched, then grabbed his waterskin, saying he was going to the nearby stream. Wind grabbed his own waterskin and followed. Warriors didn’t acknowledge his presence, but Wind knew better than to think he hadn’t been noticed. He wasn’t exactly trying to be sneaky, but he’d long since learned to not startle the captain, especially after a battle. When Wind kneeled down next to Warriors to fill his water skin, Warriors turned to look at him. “How are you doing, Sailor?” Wind pulled his waterskin out and slammed the lid back on. He rocked back on his heels before standing up. “How am I doing? I should be asking you that.” Warriors sighed and rubbed a hand over his forehead. He stood up and stepped away from the water before turning to face Wind. “I’m fine. The cut was small and Sky took care of it.” “You took a hit meant for me.” Warriors froze for a moment, and his eyes met Wind’s. Like this, their height difference seemed greater than normal. “It—” “I’m not a kid, captain! I can fight my own fights! You don’t need to get injured to protect me.” “Sail—Link. That sword was heading for your back while you were engaged with another enemy. It was coming from your left, so you wouldn’t have been able to block it with your shield. I took a calculated risk to save your life.” Wind opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He’d known the enemy was there, had sensed the attack. But he hadn’t realized how dire it almost was. As much as he wanted to believe that he could have escaped the attack, he trusted Warriors’ battle experience to know what he was doing. “Okay fine. What about not letting me take second watch? And me taking fewer watches than everyone else?” Warriors tried to respond, but Wind cut him off. “Or putting me on guard duty while everyone else fought the monsters in Twilight’s world a few weeks ago?” Wind could feel the heat in his cheeks as he ranted. “I am just as much of a hero as anyone else. And I’m sick of being treated otherwise!” Wind took a deep breath. He spoke his final words soft and cold as a steel knife. “And one last thing. I overheard something the other day. That you lied about your age to enlist early. You’re such a hypocrite.” Warriors sighed and his shoulders fell slightly. It was as if he’d aged years just in the past few moments. Wind didn’t feel bad about it in the slightest. Warriors gestured to a fallen log a bit further away from the river. “Sit with me?” Wind huffed, but stomped his way over to the log and sat as far away from Warriors as he comfortably could.

“Link, I know you’re a hero. You’re amazing. Maybe even the best of all of us.” Warriors looked up to the sky where, the stars were just starting to come out. Wind scoffed. Fancy words with no substance behind them. “I’m serious!” Warriors said. “You’re the youngest of us, but your skill in battle rivals even the best fighters among us. You defeated Ganon and saved your world—” “Before you even joined the army,” Wind muttered and crossed his arms. “Exactly.” Warriors rubbed a hand over his eyes. “But that’s exactly why you should get to be a kid sometimes.” That made Wind pause. Warriors took the chance to carry on. “We all grew up too fast. Nearly all of us began our journeys before we reached adulthood. Some of us never stopped once we started, or at least not for many years.” Warriors expression was grim. It reminded Wind of the old man. “If I can give you — and all the younger heroes, for that matter — a chance to be a kid sometimes, I will take that chance. Over and over again.”

#worm writes #linked universe #lu fanfic #lu warriors #lu wind

[lemony-snickers]

imagine kakaashi dates naruto's mother figure and when naruto finds out he threatens kakashi

hey anon, let's imagine this together, shall we?

naruto grew up so lonely.

and sure, eventually he gained the respect and the renown he so craved, not only in konoha, but around the entire shinobi world.

but none of that was as important as the first person who made him feel like he belonged.

the person who made him feel like maybe a family wasn't totally out of reach.

so when that person starts acting weird, naruto wants to know why.

he asks, but the answers are evasive. i don't know what you're talking about. everything is fine. it's just your imagination.

but he knows that isn't true.

because he knows you like the back of his hand.

you were the first person to help him off the ground when someone knocked him down.

the first person to invite him over for dinner.

the first person who invited him to a festival, not embarrassed to be seen with him in public.

and even if you never lived together, naruto knew he could turn to you for encouragement and support when he struggled.

quietly, always; you were never one for being the center of attention.

but sometime after the foruth shinobi war, something changes.

he can feel it in the way he sometimes catches you smiling for no reason, or playing the cuffs of your shirtsleeves while dinner almost burns.

he calls your name and you snap to attention quickly, but not fast enough for naruto not to know something is up.

and you're always going somewhere, though you never reveal your destination.

he starts sniffing around when he can (and he thinks he is infinitely more sneaky about it than he is).

eventually, though, you take pity on him and drop the ruse, lead him right to the source of your sudden change in mood--the man seated by the desk in the rokudaime's office.

the moment you enter with lunch in hand, kakashi looks up with a resigned look on his face, already able to feel naruto's looming presence as he advances down the hall.

"i see you brought a guest today," he says, standing to lean across the desk and give you a swift cloth-covered kiss.

"i hope you don't mind."

kakashi chuckles the moment before naruto bursts through the door, all bravado.

"kakashi-sensei! what do you think you're doing?!"

you laugh as he yells, dressing down his former teacher until kakashi looks about ready to shunshin to the valley of the end.

"naruto."

your voice is calm, caring, but firm, and the blonde menace snaps to attention immediately.

"what are you doing with kakashi-sensei, anyway? did he trick you into bringing him lunch?"

you shoot kakashi an affectionate smile. "kakashi did not trick me, i promise. i am here of my own free will."

you chuckle and kakashi heaves a long-suffering sigh.

"we're togther, naruto," you say, "dating."

naruto isn't exactly sure how to feel.

of course he's happy for you to have found someone, but did it have to be kakashi. he's so weird!

and yeah, maybe he's also a great shinobi and a pretty good hokage (naruto would be better one day, of course, believe it!), but why on earth would you want to... kiss him... or... whatever else people in relationships did with one another.

his blue eyes glance frantically between your serene smile and the tense lines between kakashi's eyebrows.

he sighs, leans heavily across the desk until he and the rokudaime are almost nose to nose.

"if you hurt her, kakashi-sensei, my first decree as hokage will be to burn every copy of icha icha in existence. do you understand?"

kakashi hums thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair and tugging a familiar orange book from his vest.

"i understand," he says, "but that does mean you'll have to find all the copies."

kakashi's eyes flick to yours and he gives you a quick wink before disappearing in a puff of smoke, leaving a rather stumpy log in his place.

"kakashi-sensei!" naruto fumes, spinning in a wild circle as he shouts, "you better take this seriously! i mean it! if you hurt her, i swear i'l--"

"naruto."

he turns to find you still smiling, holding out a bento box.

he takes it, confused, the tension leaving his body when you shrug.

"no sense in letting it go to waste. you still have time to share lunch with me, don't you?"

his whole countenance softens.

of course he does.

naruto enjoys the meal immensely, and you laugh as he describes all the ways he's going to change the hokage's office when it's his turn to wear the hat.

"i think i can even fit a little ramen stand right over there in the corner if we get rid of some of these books."

you listen contentedly, glad you no longer have to keep secrets from naruto.

kakashi, for his part, very much enjoys the bento you left for him on the counter in your kitchen with a note that says, "thanks for understanding."

of course he does. he always will. and he has no plans to test naruto's promise to wipe his favorite book series from the earth.

doesn't mean he isn't going to hide away a few extra copies.

just in case.

#lemony scribbles #kakashi hatake #naruto uzumaki #naruto is a menace but a well-meaning one lol #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #fem!reader #family feels #found family

[late-to-the-party-81]

Run (you belong to me)

AN: It's time for my annual 'you're going to hell' post. You're in a relationship with Bruce Banner, which ultimately means you're also in a relationship with his alter ego, Hulk.

Hulk had his first taste of intimacy with you in Pretty Girl, and you've found that you're happy to cater to both of your partner's proclivities...

I'm using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Thanks to my beta @sidepartskinnyjeans who even did maths with me to try and work out some 'sizing'. We couldn't come to any definative answer, and the internet also gave a range of answers. I've therefore left 'size' undefined other than 'big, but not impossible'.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

CW: Primal Play, Breeding, Explicit Sexual content, bit of size kink and power exchange, smidge angst

Word Count: 2.1k

The mistake you made was looking back. The reason it was a mistake was because it meant you weren’t focused on what was in front of you.

Crack!

The sound of the twig breaking under your foot was loud in the comparative silence of the woods. 

You’d gotten a head start, and so far you hadn’t heard any signs of pursuit, but you knew it was a matter of time - he was just waiting for you to make a mistake, and give him some indication of where you were.

And now you’d given him one.

You froze, ears straining, hoping against hope that the sound had been too quiet for him to pick up. A moment crept by, then another, and then you heard it, the sound that made your heart both sink and race at the same time; a loud roar that caused the birds to take flight from the other side of the wood.

All attempts at stealth were now useless, the effort you’d put into staying downwind of him and as silent as possible had been an utter waste of time. Your only option now was to run, and try to get out the other side of the woods before he found you.

You shot off as fast as you could, sprinting across the scrub, ducking under low hanging branches and leaping over logs and rocks. Your heart pounded in your chest and you drew in ragged breaths as you went. You were glad for the hours spent on the gym treadmill, but you were by no means an athlete. And, you didn’t have the insane enhanced stamina of your pursuer. However, you had to try - you had to get away.

You kept going and the trees started to thin; you were reaching the edge of the woods, you were going to do it!

An almost deafening bellow sounded from behind you and you whipped your head around, and saw him, crashing through the trees, the black hair on his head pointing at all angles, small trees and saplings bending and cracking as he passed. Then he stopped, snorted and smiled. Your movement slowed, confusion crossing your face.

What was he doing? Why had he stopped?

He brought his hands in front of him and realisation struck. Panic spiked and you sped up, even though you knew it was pointless.

He clapped. Once and firmly. 

You heard it, and then, moments later, you felt the results. The ground, the very air, rumbled and you were knocked over, sprawling in the dirt and leaves. You tried to fight the disorientation, shaking your head and blinking, as you struggled to get up. Then it all went dark as the blue of the sky was blotted out by his massive frame.

“Caught you, Pretty Girl!”

Hulk grinned as he pulled you up from the forest floor.

“You thought you could run from Hulk, ha! No escaping Hulk.”

He lifted you closer to his face and he pressed his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply and then chuckling, a sound that was so deep and sonorous it almost made you vibrate.

“Let me go!”  You squirmed, futilely, in his grip.

“No. You belong to Hulk. Hulk’s now, to play with.”

You drummed your fists on his forearms and kicked out with your feet, but they bounced straight off his broad muscles.

“No, no, no!”

“Pretty Girl will like it. Will enjoy playing with Hulk. But Pretty Girl is too covered.”

He hooked his index finger into the neckline of your top, and with a brief pull, ripped it down the middle, so that it hung in tatters off your arms. A second, almost gentle, tug destroyed your bra. 

Hulk huffed as he looked at your semi-bared form, his gaze drinking in every freckle, every stretch mark, as if they were the brush strokes of a master painter. And your breath caught in your throat, all thoughts of fleeing gone from your head. The way he had man-handled you, and the way he looked at you, primal and animalistic made your pussy pulse inside your jeans.

He cocked his head to the side, sniffed the air, and then grinned.

“Pretty Girl excited.”

With more care than anyone would think, Hulk brushed away leaves and debris from the ground with his foot, and then lay you gently on the soft earth. He tugged at your jeans until those fell in strips away from your body, and your underwear proved to be no barrier at all.

“Please!” You weren’t even sure what you were begging for at this point.

The Hulk huffed again, then, kneeling in the mulch over your body, he encased the whole of one breast in his mouth, and very carefully rubbed the rough pad of his giant thumb over the other.

Pleasure lanced through you, your hands scrabbling in the dirt as he started to lay claim to your body. Your whines and moans seemed to spur him on and he gently stroked his large hands over your body as he suckled on each breast in turn. God, he made you feel so small.

A finger prodded between your legs, sliding into your folds, which were embarrassingly slick. Without thought, your legs opened further, and you groaned low in your throat as his finger pressed inside you, stretching you, filling you. This was all so wrong, but, fuck, did it feel right, you the prey, the well earned prize for this predator, your only job now to slake his appetites.

He released your breast with a lewd pop, and grinned down at you, dark and feral.

“Pretty Girl belongs to Hulk now. Not Banner. Hulk better than Banner.” He laid a hand over your stomach, gently caressing. “Hulk fill Pretty Girl with Hulk babies. Make Banner jealous.” 

He kissed you then, his gentleness so at odds with his size and public demeanour. Your dirt covered hands came up to cup his cheeks as his lips pressed against yours. Then, just as swiftly, he was pulling away and burying his face between your thighs, licking at your entire sex as he continued to finger you. 

Now you were glad that you were outside, away from anywhere and anyone else; you no longer wanted anyone to hear you, the way you were moaning and groaning under the sexual onslaught of a person the rest of the world saw as a monster. 

He slowly added a second finger besides the first, his saliva and your own arousal easing the way, but you still had to will your body to relax and accept him.

“Oh god!” You cried out at the sensation and your giant lover raised his head with a mirthful smile.

“No God, Pretty Girl. Only Hulk.”

He pumped his fingers slowly, watching the play of emotions across your face, before returning his face to your core. You could feel the stirring of your orgasm starting to wrap, tendril like, around you. It wouldn’t take a lot now to tip you over the edge.

That’s when he pressed in a third finger.

You screamed, all of the air in your lungs escaping in one go, and you thrashed around in the loose earth, wave after wave of pleasure wracking your comparatively small body. Hulk continued to feast on you, prolonging your pleasure until your body went slack beneath him and your screams turned to stuttered whimpers. Your eyes fluttered shut and you drew in breath after shuddering breath as you tried to process the dizzying sensations still jolting through your frame. 

Hulk carefully pulled his fingers from you, and shuffled around, huffing, before lifting you, lying down himself and laying you across his form. And that’s when you felt it. 

Your eyes shot open and you looked down, to where you lay with his very long, very thick cock nestled between your thighs.

“Pretty Girl should ride Hulk. Easier.”

You blinked, unable to tear your eyes away, your brain sluggish in its post orgasmic haze. A sharp sting as he slapped your ass had you jerking your head up to look at him.

“Ride. Or Hulk will be on top.”

You gulped, filled with trepidation. But you’d taken three of his fingers - you could take his cock, right? And he was right, at least if you were on top, you’d have some control over speed and depth.

Shifting, you balanced your knees on his corded thighs and, licking your lips, looked down at his cock properly. You’d have to be careful, but it didn’t look wholly impossible, and some of those veins and ridges… well, your breathing picked up again and your clit pulsed as you considered them.

With a sound of impatience, Hulk took himself in hand, holding his cock steady so that you could centre yourself. Moving a hand to your pussy, you started to stroke yourself in the way you knew made your arousal flow. You lowered yourself until you felt his tip start to breach you, then started up small, shallow bounces. From the corner of your eye you saw his eyes widen and his nostrils flare as he felt your pussy start to envelop him. Your moans were in sync when his head finally popped in.

Hulk’s face softened, and he looked at you in awe. You couldn’t help but grin at him, your roles in this game now discarded, as with each small roll of your hips, more and more of him disappeared inside you, until you had taken as much as you could. You braced your hands on his solid stomach, and with a coquettish smile rose up gently and then sank slowly back down. It was his turn now to fist the earth as your wet warmth encased him.

“Hey, Big Guy. Doing okay there? Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.”

He bit his lower lip, but nodded as you continued to move. He still had one hand around his base, and as you moved, your clit rubbed over the knuckle of his thumb. As each minute passed your body became used to the intrusion, the sheer size of him, and although there was no way you could bounce away with abandon, it definitely became easier. And looking down on this man was powerful. That a force of such destruction, a literal living weapon, was effectively neutralised by your touch made your head spin. He grunted under your ministrations, obviously almost completely overwhelmed by sensation.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. You gonna cum too? Gonna fill me up, give me your babies, yeah?”

All he could do was growl, the sound broken by the crack of a small sapling under his hand. 

You revelled in the feel of his thick shaft twitching inside you as you moved, each pronounced vein providing another point of pleasure. You were so close, but you couldn’t reach it. Your eyes met his again, and you knew that Bruce had spoken to him, when Hulk uttered one word to you.

“Cum.”

Your second orgasm was just as powerful as your first, although this time you had virtually no voice left, your scream effectively silent, as you shook atop him, your nails curling into his virtually indestructible flesh. As quiet as you were in your pleasure, Hulk was the opposite. He turned his head away from you and roared as his own orgasm hit. His hips bucked up and you had to steady yourself, as you felt his cum pour into, and then spill out of, your spasming pussy. You ground yourself against his hand hanging onto each last thread of bliss before collapsing over his stomach and chest and letting yourself rest.

Your eyes blinked back open as Hulk gently petted your head and back.

“Bet Banner can’t make Pretty Girl feel good like Hulk can.”

You smiled to yourself - he was always worried that you didn’t like him as much as his alter-ego, no matter how much you told him you loved him, so he had a tendency to try and one-up the scientist.

“You know what else you can do, Big Guy? Carry me back to the cabin, I’m filthy and gross, and so are you. I need a bath, and you, or Bruce will need one too.” You slapped a hand against his thigh jovially. “Come on, up.”

“Pretty Girl is bossy. Hulk in charge.” He might have grumbled at you, but he still got to his feet, with you cradled in one arm, your own wrapped around his thick neck. The pair of you were covered in dirt and cum, with twigs and leaves in your hair, but you’d never had so much fun. You pressed a loving kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“If you say so.”

You might never be able to have biological children with your boyfriends, but sometimes it was nice to pretend.

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[lordgrimwing]

Identity #01

Maglor flicked his wrist, sending another flat stone skipping out across the wide pond. He glared at the ripples in the murky water, then rubbed his lower back. Water lapped at his toes. The sun sat low in the trees still, sunrise not long passed, and the air was still gentle against the skin of his arms and face, though the warming rays promised another hot and humid day. He should head back soon, apologize for running off, and get about his chores, those his brothers hadn’t finished yet.

 He threw another stone, this one sinking with a plonk instead of skipping, and made no move to get up from the mossy log, half submerged in the mud. He didn’t want to go home, not yet, and maybe not for the next several days. 

He was fourteen! He could survive on his own in the forest for a few days. He knew which plants he could eat. He could use his knife to make snares or sharpen sticks to catch fish. It couldn’t be that hard. Besides, his Pa told stories about going on hunting trips all by himself when he was even younger. Maglor could definitely stay out here and not go home until he was ready.

But Ma would worry, and Pa would track him down before sunset, probably before midday if he was being honest with himself. They wouldn’t let him hide out here.

He rubbed his stomach. 

He’d eaten breakfast this morning, though he felt a little sick when he got up—he realized why after taking his turn at the outhouse. Now, his belly felt hollow and empty, almost like he was hungry again, but not quite. He also kind of needed to pee again.

He threw another stone, his supply running low.

The ground around the pond didn’t have many stones, but if he got up, he could probably find a handful more that might work for skipping. He thought about it but heard someone splashing through the shallow, mucky water behind him, the cattails rustling as someone drew near to his hiding spot. He stayed put.

“Figured I’d find you here,” Maedhros said, plopping down on the end of the log, the legs of his overalls wet and spotted with mud and pond debris. “You should really pick a new hiding spot if you don’t want me to find you.”

Maglor sighed.

His brother wrapped an arm around his shoulder but he shrugged it off.

“What’s wrong?”

He hurled another rock. It landed in the vegetation on the far side of the pond.

With a laugh, the older boy reached across him, took one of the stones, and skipped it all the way across the water. He was always so good at everything.

“You should have seen Celegorm and Caranthir trying to milk the goat,” Maedhors chuckled. Maglor usually milked the nanny goat but he hadn’t done it today. “I swear, they can’t do anything together. Cara was in tears by the end, and then the goat put her foot in the milk bucket and splashed it all over him!” 

Maglor forced out a stilted laugh when his brother elbowed him lightly, then grimaced and hunched forward, wrapping his arms around his middle.

Maedhros’ voice quieted, the merriment melting away. “Pa’s worried,” He murmured. “It’s not like you to skip chores.” He reached out again, but this time he rested his hand on the other’s lower back and began to rub.

Maglor still didn’t say anything, but he let him continue.

They sat quietly for a few minutes, listening to the wind rattle in the reeds. 

“Ma wanted me to give this to you,” Maedhros eventually broke the calm, reaching into the big pocket over his chest and pulling out a bundle of large magnolia leaves folded around something. He offered it to his brother.

Hesitating for only a moment, Maglor took it. “Why?” He finally asked, setting the bundle on his lap.

“It’s a salve. She said it’ll help you feel better if you rub it over your belly and back.” He explained simply.

“I feel fine!” Maglor snapped at him, trying to straighten up so he didn’t look so miserable. He grimaced and curled forward again.

Maedhros kept rubbing his back, unphased by the outburst.  

Maglor’s head fell forward, his black hair curtoning around his face. He felt like throwing up or maybe crying. “I don’t like this.” He murmured, a tear sliding off his nose.

“I can help,” Maedhros offered. “We could go back to the shore, or I could help you put it on out here if you don’t want to get up yet.” He stuttered over the last bit, like he’d been about to say something else but changed his mind at the last moment.

He didn’t have the energy to rebuild the thin veneer of stoicism he’d worn, so without further protest, he undid the button on his pants and untucked his shirt. “Thanks,” He said, still unable to straighten up. 

Maedhros stood, sinking a couple inches down into the mud. He squelched around the log. “I’ll do your back first,” He said.

Maglor held up the leaves and felt his brother’s fingers brush his palm as he took them, then the soft sound of the green covering unfolding.

“Oh,” Maedhros said with a little inhale of surprise. “It’s cold.”

Maglor hiked up his shirt, bracing himself. 

The first cool touch of salve was cold but he was in too much discomfort already to care about this latest bother. His brother’s hand, so much larger than his own even though they were only a few years apart, slid across his back, spreading the cool sensation around his flanks and up his spine. He relaxed, just a little, into the feeling.

After a few seconds, the cold spots began to tingle. 

Maedhros splashed around to the front of the log. “Should I do your stomach too?” He asked.

Maglor nodded. His back felt pleasantly warm now, almost as though he were laying on a sun-warmed rock or had a hot waterskin pressed against it. He held his shirt out of the way and sat taller as his muscles unclinched. 

A groan of relief escaped his lips as Maedhros spread the last of the salve over his belly, sliding his fingers under his pants to spread it as far as possible. Embarrassment colored his cheeks.

Maedhros just smiled at him, folding the empty leaves and stuffing them back into his front pocket. “It’s helping?”

“Yeah,” Maglor said shakily as he let go of his shirt and rubbed the last of the wetness away from his eyes. “I feel a lot better.”

“Great,” His brother squatted and rubbed his hands vigorously in the water, coating them in mud before rinsing them off and standing up. “My hands feel so weird.”

Maglor tucked in his shirt and did up his pants. He still felt a little sick, and the spot between his legs continued to ache, but nothing seemed as bad as it did just a few minutes ago. “Thanks,” He said, leaning against his brother when he sat down next to him.

Maedhros tentatively put his arm around him again, then gave a comforting squeeze when he didn’t object to the touch. There were surely chores waiting for them back at the house, but neither of them made any move to get up. 

A duck landed in the middle of the pond with a splash.

“I hate when this happens,” Malgor admitted, gently kicking his feet in the water.

He felt Maedhros rest his chin on his head. “I’d hate it too if I just randomly started bleeding. Though, I’d probably think I was dying and run to Ma rather than out here.”

Maglor tilted his face up and saw his brother turning red with embarrassment at his own words, blushing all the way up his ears. It made him laugh a little. Maedhros didn’t usually get flustered. “Ma says the longer I drink my teas, the less this’ll happen. I keep thinking it’s been long enough…” His voice trailed away.

They sat in silence as the sun steadily rose over the trees. A frog croaked somewhere in the cattails. 

Maedhros looked up at the bright sky. “Should we head home?” He asked.

“You can go.”

He looked at him with concern.

Maglor shoved at his brother’s shoulder lightly. “I’m okay,” He protested weakly. “I just need to be by myself for a bit.”

“Alright, see you later,” Maedhros stood, slowly slipping his arm from the other’s shoulder. He sloshed to the bank, pushing aside the plants growing nearly higher than his head. He looked back once, when he reached the edge, smiled, and then disappeared. 

Maglor sat on the log for several long minutes before standing.  

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The Villain's Untold Moldings Chapter Two

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(One again, as I have mentioned in the last chapter, Robot doesn't have his canon design in this fanfic! He has the (more, but definitely not entirely) human design made by @taxlthomas / @itsalldownhillfromherehoney so check it out before you start reading! Also, all chapters will be in my pinned post, despite it not having any tags involving it! Other than that, enjoy reading!)

Memory log 3,671 - Date: Sept. 27, 2015 - Time: 22:36

Romeo is currently making another attempt as to take over the world, starting with our small town as always. He's yelling down to the Pj masks about his plans. They're a team of three, with a boy dressed as a blue cat being named Catboy, another boy dressed as a green gecko named... well, Gecko, and a girl dressed as a red owl named Owlette. They have always stopped Romeo and the other 'nighttime villains', as they call them, from succeeding in their various evil plans, even though I have noticed that they tend to have communication issues between one another.

"-And then, I'll take over the world!! Mwhahahahaha!" Romeo cackled, fully confident in his plans as always.

"Oh, no you'll not!" Catboy yelled from below at him, pointing towards Romeo. "We're going to stop you before you can even start!"

Romeo steps forward a bit so that they could see him better before speaking. "Well, Idiot-boy, I already started! So looks like you've already failed at stopping me, haha!"

Catboy let's out a cat-like growl as Owlette walks behind him, patting his back softly. "Catboy, don't let his teasing get to you! It'll end up distracting you more than it already will!" She told him, trying to calm his anger down. Gecko quickly backs her up, telling him, "Yeah Catboy! It'll only end up bringing you down in the end if you listen to it!"

Catboy, seemingly having not payed attention to either of their words, cuffed his hands around his mouth and yelled, "WELL, THAT DOESN'T MATTER! YOU'LL LOSE THIS FIGHT IN THE END!"

"Oooooh, and how so? You gonna go back in time?" Romeo shouted back, almost instantly.

As they continued to scream at one another, with Romeo mercilessly teasing Catboy as he hurles unaffecting insults at him, with Owlette and Gecko trying to calm Catboy down to no avail, I chuckled softly to myself as I semi-discreetly set up Romeo's machine for him.

"BLAH BLAH BLAH!!" Romeo yelled, before blowing a loud raspberry at Catboy, causing him to let out a dramatic sounding gasp, despite being 100% seriously offended.

Look at him, trying to take over the world, yet he's still only a baby boy. Sure, he may be 10 years old now, but despite my code updating my information, I still can't see him as anything other then when I first saw him.

"Why, I would never!" Catboy yelled again. "Didn't your parents teach you any manners?!"

I froze as I heard the words parents leave his mouth. My metal heart would have sunk to the bottom of my stomach if I had either of them. I turned to look at Romeo, trying to not show my shock and concern.

He stood still and silent for a moment, shocked by his words as well. ".. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said 'didn't your parents teach you any manners'!" Catboy spat out, still noticeablely irritated. "I'm waiting for your answer."

Romeo stared at him for a moment, before speaking again. "Well, no. They died before I even turned a month old, so they never got the chance to." He said this with full seriousness, though I could tell he wasn't upset about Catboy's statement. Infact, I believe I can see him trying his hardest not to crack a smile.

Catboy's expression went from annoyed and angry to shocked and horrified within seconds as he heard Romeo's words exit his mouth.

"Oh- I-I- um- you-" He tried to stammer out.

"CATBOY!!" His teammates cut him off, also horrified about what had just happened.

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW-" He whispered yelled at them, causing Romeo to finally release his pent up laughter about the situation, falling backwards onto the pavement of the buildings roof as he begins to lose control of it.

I let out a quiet sigh, happy to see that his parents death didn't affect him nearly as much as I thought it would, or as much as it had affected myself. I walked up to Romeo, rolling on the ground laughing, holding his stomach as he struggles to contain himself.

"You know Master, you shouldn't laugh about your parents death." I told him, crouching down towards his level as he rolls on the floor.

"Y-Yes, but-" His sentence was stopped by more giggling before continuing, "Y-you gotta admit, his instant regret was p-pretty funny!"

"I wouldn't consider it as funny of all things, but if you say so, Master."

Memory log 3,672 - Date: Sept. 28, 2015 - Time: 03:56

After charging myself for a bit after Romeo's failed attempts, I now have to make an attempt at the hardest thing to do in this town as far as I'm aware: getting Romeo to actually go to bed and sleep.

"Robot, I'm not tired! I don't need any sleep yet!" He whined to me as he rubbed his eyes, resting his head on his work desk.

"Yes you are, Master. You have stayed up all night long, it's technically morning now, and you are literally rubbing your eyes as we speak. Now come here so that I can put you to bed." I tell him as I reach down to pick him up.

"Nooo! I don't wanna!" Romeo said, now trying to get away from me, though isn't putting in much effort as to get away.

"Just because you don't want to, doesn't mean you don't have to." I scooped him up in my arms quickly. "Now come on, it's your bedtime."

He lets out a groan as I begin to carry him, though doesn't do much as to prevent this. It's unusual from him, considering that he hates me forcing him to go to bed when he's working on an invention, especially when he had just lost against the Pj Masks.

"Fine.. but on one condition!" He stated.

"What may that condition be?" I asked him, curious about what he could be trying to get me to do for him.

He stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. ".. what were my parents like? You know, before they, like, died. Who exactly were they?"

His questions made me freeze for a moment. He never was the curious type when it came to his parents, so this was something I wasn't expecting.

"... Well, let's see.. who do you want to hear about first? Your mother or your father?" I told him as I continued walking to his bedroom.

"My dad, I'd like to hear about my dad first." Romeo responded, resting his head against my chest.

"Hmmm... He had the same raven colored hair as you, even his hair was styled like yours. He had these bright green eyes, and fair skin, again being passed down to you. Your father was obviously an inventor, just like you. Else I wouldn't have been here to take care of you. He was a caring man, always offering his help to anyone who could possibly have needed it. Though he didn't seem to like interacting with people that much, especially when he wasn't familiar with them. He often liked being in the dark, he said that the bright light hurt his eyes otherwise. You actually share a lot of his physical and personality traits." I spoke to him, until I finally opened the door to his room.

"Really? So I gained all of my dad's traits?" He asked me, with those big blue eyes of his.

"Well.. I wouldn't say all of his traits. You got your white streak and your blue eyes from your mother. In fact, now that I'm thinking about it... your personality, besides being an evil genius, is very similar to hers." I stated, setting him down on his bed. "Take off your lab coat, Master. I know it's not comfortable for you to sleep in."

"Fine, fine. But how is my personality similar to hers?" Romeo asked again, taking off his coat.

"You both can definitely be kind to others, but you tend to choose not to be, as they weren't kind to you or someone you care about in the past. You tend to be jokesters, but in a way where it's mainly yourselves who are laughing. You both also share an intense love for older styled thing. Music, clothing, architecture, all of it." I explained, crouching down closer to Romeo.

"Huh... well, what did she look like?" He said, looking up at me with his big eyes.

"She had this long, curly brown hair along with her white streak that reached below her shoulder blades normally, but it reaches to her lower back when straightened. She passed down her blue eyes to you, as I mentioned before, but her's were much brighter than yours are. She had a slight tan compared to you and your father. She also has freckles all along her body, mainly on her shoulders and face. She also oftentimes wore a shamrock green dress that trailed behind her as she walked." I responded, and in a sense, rambled to Romeo. "She truly was a gorgeous woman when she was alive."

Romeo silently nods his head as he listened. "Okay, I see... one last question though."

"And what may that be, Master?" I looked back down at him, waiting for a response.

"How did they die?"

It was as if time had froze in that very moment. If I had lungs, I would have started holding my breath as the words left his mouth. For a few seconds, all I could do was stare at him. Stare at his curious, yet innocent face, eagerly waiting for a response.

".. They died in an accident. Now, get yourself some rest." I finally said, getting back up onto my feet.

"An accident? What kind of accident?" He spoke to me again.

"That's not something you need to know of, Master. It's past your bedtime anyway." I quickly yet steadily walked towards the door of his room, trying to avoid further questions.

"But, Robot-"

"Goodnight, Master!" I said in as much of a cheerful tone as I could muster, turning off the light to his room and closing his door.

I quietly rushed to the living room, not being able to get over Romeo's question and how I responded to it.

I know it was wrong of me to lie about how they actually died, but it was for a good reason, right? I mean, I don't know.. I don't think he's ready to know just yet...

I sat down on the couch, with my metal joints now shaking. Probably due to a faulty wire, but I can't say that for certain.

Those eyes of his... I can't look at those innocent eyes and tell him about his parents death, and how it almost resulted in his death as well. When I look at him, I strangely just want to give him the entire world, and maybe more, just without having him know of all the horrors within it.

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[a-bucket-of-trash]

Wash the dog- Kelvin x Neutral Reader – One Shot

Prompt: Dirty Kelvin need a shower and a gently pat in the head to become a good brave dog.

Tags: Fluffy, nothing too spicy

Almost a month had passed since the helicopter where you were going, together with the rest of your rescue team, had fallen in the middle of the forest of that island infested with cannibals, and each time it became easier for you to accept that you two, the only survivors, may never be rescued. Although you had the slight hope that some new team would arrive. Lost millionaire entrepreneurs, a lost elite team. If someone high up on the base knew how dangerous this place was, they would prepare another rescue mission, but that could take indefinite time. Weeks, months, years or maybe never.

At the moment, you were too busy surviving, gathering resources, exterminating hostiles, keeping Kelvin out of harm's way, so you shook your head, finishing collecting river water in your canteen, looking at your companion, standing next to you, checking the surroundings with his eyes, studying the shadows between ferns and branches.

"Legolas, you look like a meerkat..." You said, to yourself, knowing that he couldn't hear anything, not yet.

There was something that bothered you, and that is that you both stank, you smelled like hell, a mixture of dried blood, own and foreigner, dirt, sweat, mud, mutant entrails and a few other things. The understandable thing being that you had not even taken off your clothes once since you had arrived, and the little water you had touched was by chance, whether it was rain, crossing a river or going into the sea to gather sea turtles.

"Damn" You thought "I should spend some time today to either of us to take a bath... It's starting to get gross, at this point the cannibals must find us by smell... And I don't think it's healthy... If they hurt us, it's going to infect… I'm worried that Kelvin won't let me know if he's feeling bad, I have to focus on him…” You sighed.

You straightened up, moving closer to him, watching his brown eyes now fix on you, as if waiting for something. You guys were already starting to make an internal code of basic signals, but nothing advanced enough to tell him that, so you wrote on the notepad and handed it over to him. He read quickly. “Optimal temperature. Bathe. You stink"

Kelvin looked at you quickly, a slight blush on his cheeks, pointing at himself.

"Yes, you" You nodded, pointing at him, and then made your "I watch" sign.

You saw him nod and look at the river, before he began to take off his gloves and vest, with a certain parsimony full of doubts.

Eventually he was sitting in the river, naked, waist deep in the water, slowly washing himself, his eyes still scanning the surroundings. He was too used to his watchdog role to let down his guard, especially in this situation.

You had not stayed still. Taking advantage of the fact that a few days ago you had found some metal buckets in good condition, you filled a couple with water and left them to heat on the fire and, once they were hot enough, you took them to where he was. You took a relatively clean rag, soaked it in hot water and placed it over his head, making Kelvin jump for a moment, mostly at the thought that he was naked and you were behind him.

You noticed that tension, but he seemed to relax a bit when, with another warm cloth, you helped him wash his neck and back. It wasn't that you thought he couldn't bathe himself, you just wanted to make sure he wasn't hurt, and give him a hand with that.

Although that also made you realize that the soldier had the expected physical condition of someone who, for 30 days, spent half the day chopping wood with an ax and the other half lifting logs that easily weighed twice as much as himself. He had musculature hidden beneath the layers of military clothing, especially noticeable now, in his broad arms, well-rounded back, and firm pecs. You swallowed involuntarily as you acknowledged the fact that Kelvin was physically attractive, not just his face.

You denied to yourself. It was an island infested with horrors and he was not in total control of his faculties, it was not the place or the moment to contemplate that man or to think about his physical attractions.

Although seeing his muscles made you think about the fact that they probably hurt. You were in a lot of pain at the end of the day, so you figured that he, who physically seemed to push himself even harder, would have his muscles cramped and sore all day long, despite the fact that he almost never used the “pain” sign. From time to time you had seen him rub his arms or his neck, silently and secretly.

You re-dunked the cloths with hot water, resting them on his shoulders, hoping the heat would help with muscle fatigue and instinctively massaged his neck. That's when he took a long sigh of relief and you felt him drop his guard, dangle his arms, really relax, maybe for the first time in a month.

And for a while you just stood there firmly massaging his back, shoulders, neck and arms, half attentive to him, half attentive to any danger, leaving warm cloths on his skin, trying a little to ignore his growling and moaning in quite audible ways every time you squeezed his muscles. He couldn't hear himself, but you could, and that had made your emotions worse.

Eventually you finished your help, pouring the still warm water slowly over his head, listening to him give a gratifying sigh. You gently patted his head, watching him turn slightly to you, smiling and with grateful eyes. You gave him a thumbs up, before taking all his dirty laundry and hauling it back to the base. Later you would wash all of that.

There were too many things on your mind to realize that you hadn't brought him clean clothes or anything to dry off. You only realized it when, a while later, he was standing next to you, naked and still dripping with water, which made you jump out of your seat.

"My God, Kelvin" you exclaimed to yourself, to bring him a large dry cloth, while trying to avoid looking at him. The airhead of him was wiping his face first, not even turning a bit, so your eyes instinctively registered everything possibly recordable. He didn't even move from his place, he stayed by your side, as God had brought him into the world, watching you find clean clothes for him.

Evidently the shower, the warm cloths and the massages had helped him more than he could express, but it was obvious to the eye. Kelvin looked like he had gained extra strength and speed, and even he seemed to sleep like a baby through the night.

The next day, you went to check another part of the island, with him following close behind, in his clean military clothes. Cannibals everywhere, the usual. At the end there were a couple still alive, on the ground. You were finishing killing one, when you saw Kelvin take his own ax and cut off the other's head, as if the neck were a twig, killing him.

You stood still, looking at him, somewhat shocked. It was the first time he had actively participated in killing a cannibal. And you even remembered that, during the fight, he hadn't cowered, or fled like he used to, but rather he had moved like bait, pushing some aside so you could fight with fewer enemies, under better conditions.

The deaf soldier looked at you and made a heart with his hands, smiling. The one that days ago seemed like a scared puppy, now looked like a fighting dog. Something had emboldened him, and you didn't know what. You didn't know that for Kelvin, getting off the island was no longer his priority. You didn't know that his priority now, was you.

#kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader #one shot #sons of the forest #sotf

[gun-chucks]

highlights of the star trek comic from 1994 i got at an antique store

very cool cover i want it on a tshirt

TWO COMICS!! i didnt realize it was a special edition

the second comic had a really good colorist/separator- the only criticism i have is that they made sulu a bit too yellow on one of the pages but otherwise pretty solid

theres a nine inch nails the downward spiral ad on the inner front cover. it is the FIRST thing you see.

BLAISE OF GLORY - 1994

immediately following that ad is a comic where kirk fucks and its implied hes got a micropenis

bones implying kirk is married to the enterprise after kirk goes on a hopeless romanic rant

SAAVIK IS HERE

uhura tells rj blaise [kirks love intrests] to look at her hips and blaise goes "im dazzled beyond my ability to speak"

blaise is nonstop is calling kirk out on his mysogyny, his ego, etc, basically calling him a pompous ass: "What do you think you're proving here, huh? That you know better than me? That you're going to rescue the brainless woman from her own problems? Is that it? That is so typical of you!"

also that hes a bad fuck

the problem is resolved because the antagonist is completely fed up with kirk and blaise's bitching and moaning

rj stands for RASPBERRY JAM. HER NAME IS RASPBERRY JAM BLAISE.

some frames i liked

overall 3.3/5, its silly and makes fun of kirk relentlessly

THE NEEDS OF THE ONE - 1994

KOHLINAR SPOCK..... i love his emo haircut

takes place on vulcan pre whales in 4. so naturally its gonna be good.

sulu is also slaying in his suit from 3/4

kirk telling his personal log he understands why sarek doesnt want spock to leave vulcan again by saying "i understood that hollow feeling too well"

mister spock is climbing a mountain why is he climbing a mountain

I-CHAYA MENTIONED

bc of the former spock has another naked time moment where he says "This.... emotion is unworthy! I must be in control."

amanda talks abt how spock had a reckless streak as a kid and they thought he fucking DIED because of how long hed been GONE.

kirk sees a scrap of fabric from spocks robe and says "...my heart fell"

AMOK TIME MENTIONED. SPOCK RELIVES THE EVENTS OF AMOK TIME AND ALMOST KILLS KIRK AGAIN. like he fully starts choking kirk while reliving the memory

bones and scotty getting drunk off klingon jet fuel. im not kidding.

spock saying "There appears to be a moment of great trauma in my life after which my memories are... unreliable." like yeah me too LMAO

bones starts telling amanda abt spocks brain. leonard mccoy tells spocks MOTHER his BRAIN was TAKEN BY ALIENS for a brief period. shes gonna think abt that for weeks

frames i liked [yes ik the last one is a whole page ITS A GOOD PAGE]

overall 4.4/5. u know i love spock and having added context to the voyage home is fun

thank u for listening to my rambles ok goodnight

#☀️ #star trek #star trek comics #where no fag has gone before #star trek the motion picture #star trek the voyage home #star trek the original series

[totkdaily]

Day 53: The All-Clucking Cucco, and Koltin

The researchers at Foothill Stable are grateful to be clothed again. Jora says he still can't find his friend Dillie - they lost track of each other round Rebonae Bridge, near Wetland Stable to the south west. From what Jora says, it sounds like Dillie might have fallen in a cave. I'll keep an eye out, but I'm not headed that way for a while - I hope he's got rations. 

The korok up the hill by the stable is trying to reach a friend who's basically on the way to Akkala, just up the road. I hitch up Peaches to the stable's cart, load up the korok and set off. 

The old monster camp by the Akkala Road is empty - because they're on the bridge now!! Good grief. I charge Peaches through and we race for the stable. 

We reach South Akkala Stable just as a storm blows in. I give Addison a hand. 

Jana in the stable is preoccupied by a drawing of a beast on the wall. It's supposed to be this mystery beast I've heard about once or twice before. I don't know what to make of it.

Jana also mentions that her little sister Gleema is fascinated with a cucco oracle - whatever that is. What is it with this family and creatures - last time I was here, I think it was Gleema who wanted a bunch of dragonflies. 

Dmitri, who runs the stable, wants a picture of the Unity Bell in Tarrey Town. There's a tradition that two people who ring it will be together forever. His four daughters would love it - and I'm headed there.

Kaifa is another of his daughters, caring for the sheep. But she's lost a cucco - not the prophecy one, apparently - and it won't lay eggs unless one of the family is nearby. 

Penn is here! He's got no leads, and he wants to try the cucco prophecy to get some - or at least interview the people who come to see it. 

Kaifa's cucco is in the well - but I can't figure out how to get her out. 

Tenne is taking care of the horses - she wants to go to Tarrey Town one day and order a dream home. But first she wants a partner with kind eyes who knows how to bake - she hopes hanging the Unity Bell picture will help her dating life. Sweet.

After beating Parcy in an ore-smashing contest, I head up the hill to this cucco oracle. 

Gleema says horseys, not bugs, is her new interest. She wants to ask the All-Clucking Cucco if she'll be a horse one day, but the line is too long. 

Fashionista Falmark says he heard Cece was influenced by someone in Tarrey Town - maybe Hudson's wife? He stopped here to see the oracle, and the cucco told him there was treasure on a remote island in the northeast. He hopes this means clothes, but I think clothes being treasure is specifically a Misko thing. Unless this is a lead to one of Misko's chests? It's such a vague clue.

Lonnie is the only person still in the queue, but she needs more time to think and lets me go first. 

The cucco knows my name, and that I'm seeking Zelda, but that's hardly a secret. It says I will face many trials - the first of which is to get to the top of the Stable.

It takes me a second to find a place to ascend, but I do, and reach the top.

The second trial is… bring logs.

And the third is - the Yiga Clan! It's been so long! I'd almost forgotten about them, I can't believe they're still knocking about. I survive the ambush, and agree with Penn's assessment - the All-Clucking Cucco was nothing more than a Yiga scam. I wonder what it was supposed to achieve… 

It's pouring down. I think about heading into the stable for the night - but then I turn to check the skyline and see the familiar glow of Kilton's balloon, just past Ulri Mountain Skyview Tower. Except that he gave it to Koltin, didn't he? If that guy's still looking for bubbulfrog gems, I have plenty for him. I run and glide through the rain, ignoring the tower for the moment in case I miss the window and Koltin picks up for the night. I'm not sure what his schedule's like.

He gives me a moblin mask and tells me he can sense nearby bubbulfrogs now he's eaten some of their gems - strange that he still can't seem to catch any of them himself. He gives me three hinox toenails, the mystic robe, eight fire keese eyeballs, a lizalfos mask and five ice-breath lizalfos tails before I run out of gems for him.

I can see Tarrey Town from here. And it looks as though another town has sprung up on the banks of the lake below? 

I head back to the tower as dawn approaches. It would be silly to be so close and not to activate it.

#totkdaily #day 53 #first yiga sighting! #i'd honestly forgotten about them apart from in the depths #totk #loz #zelda #legend of zelda

[argentumcor]

A flare-up of Arkham Trilogy fandom has been triggered, and so I spent entirely too much money on the Arkham Knight Genesis comic. Art is nice, writing is pretty good. I'm not a comic person, and find most comics to have ugly art these days, but this one (and Soulfinder from Iconic Comics) impressed me.

I always liked this version of Jason coming back best since I heard of the character. A plot device like a Lazarus Pit needs to be kept to a minimum because otherwise it just breaks everything and the Arkham version where the Pits are nearly exhausted and restricted to the Ra's plots is the best way to approach them. Jason being crazy because of torture and not mystical woo-woo side effects offers more interesting directions to go in to me, problems that can't be easily solved because they are choices he made while at least somewhat in possession of his faculties.

Man, I thought the backstory I cooked up for Arkham's Jason was dark but the canon one is darker. I had it where he never knew his dad and his mom was an addict who OD'd when he was young, but in the comic both parents are meth addicts who tried to sell him to the mob to pay their debts, which didn't work because that's nuts even in Gotham, and so abused him until he was thirteen, when Jason sold them out to the mob and watched them get killed in exchange for getting a small bit of turf where he was left alone to do small time crime.

I always liked the version of him meeting Batman by trying and semi-succeeding at stealing the wheels off the Batmobile, but the Arkham version where he saves Batman's life during a tussle with the Joker is a better fit for this universe.

There's conflict between the game City Stories version of how he got caught and the comic one. The game one is much darker, from what drove Jason after Joker (horrible murder and mutilation of children at a school in the game vs. pride I think in the comic) to the actual getting caught (Jason's hubris and sense of righteousness making him very stupid in the game vs. purely a trap the Joker laid in the comic). The game lore version of events is better, though harder to depict I think in the pages the comic had for various reasons.

One thing stands out about Arkham Jason: everyone in his life had given up on him from the moment he was born...except Bruce and the family. Bruce met him for only a few minutes at most and saw that Jason could be more than just another doomed rat in the dirty alleys of the city, wanted in some way to be more (Arkham Knight Jason disputes this in narration but it's clear from what happened that's the case). But a lifetime of being given up on doesn't just vanish in a year-ish of being really valued- and Joker brilliantly weaponized it against Jason and in doing so against Batman.

The comic is from Jason's bitter angry broken pre-Arkham Knight POV but there are hints that the darkness hasn't consumed him. I think Dick naming Tim as his brother in a fight hurt him- because I think they would have had that bond before Jason was taken and 'Tim as my replacement' is a big thing for Jason. He's ruthless, yes, and apathetic to the world around him but he sees that Bruce has a memorial to him in the Batcave and it triggers really intense emotions- anger because that's almost all he has anymore and then something else he can't and refuses to even try to process.

That's why, I think, Bruce extending a hand to Jason at the end of the boss fight destroyed the Arkham Knight. I also think that getting Gotham to evacuate civilians was Jason's idea. There's no logic to it from Scarecrow's POV; more people in the city would mean more fear to, uh, imbibe. It's not that Jason is worried about collateral damage, exactly, it's that he isn't totally gone. You can see that in the game audio logs. I wish we would have gotten an encounter with him and Dick, either as the Knight or as Red Hood. I think the rivalry there with Tim is built in as a matter of history and personality but with Dick there's a brotherhood that got broken through no fault of their own.

The Red Hood smart-assery is also present in the narration in the comic. I think it was there with the Arkham Knight, too, here and there, but he's on the furious hunt in most of what you hear from him so there isn't a lot of room for it.

#arkhamverse #arkham knight #jason todd

[bonbelles]

˗ˏˋ life went on without you ˎˊ˗

prompt: the below quote, after a breakup with alhaitham

word count: 700+

content: gn!reader, light angst, post-breakup, sadhaitham

It had been a short while since your last encounter with Alhaitham, and it was not one to remember for joy - more so one to remember for the sheer upset the both of you faced in each other's company. The last time you spoke to Alhaitham, it was when you ended the relationship; it was when you realised he prioritised his work over you, and you wanted to be somebody's first choice.

In the moment, he was neutral about the conclusion to your time together. If anything, it freed up time for him to do more research, archive more records. Yet once alone, once you'd abandoned him in the vast, barren library, he let out emotions he hadn't experienced in a long time.

You had returned to the library to gather some books for your own research, a project you took on to occupy yourself - ensure you never spent time thinking about Alhaitham. By the time the project made some kind of progress, you were actually enjoying the research and had moved on from your ex-boyfriend. But of course, by facing the library, you knew you'd have to face him. He seldom spent time in his office, so you had spent the day prior mentally preparing yourself for an encounter.

The library was quiet, with a lot of students either in lectures or off on their own research projects; at least this meant you could gather the books you needed and make a swift exit. Looking through the borrowing log, you saw that all of the books you needed were present, and in the same section. Even luckier.

Yet when you reached the corner you needed, and started scanning the shelves for the books you wanted to borrow, a figure appeared behind you peering over your shoulder.

"I'll get that one for you," Alhaitham said, pointing at a book on your list and reaching one of the top shelves.

Turning around, you were faced with Alhaitham's figure - tall, slender, as per usual. He handed you the book, however almost did not want to let go.

"Thanks. Can you get that one also?" You ask, pointing at another book from the same shelf.

"Of course." Alhaitham passed you the book diligently. "How have you been?"

"Good. You?"

"Stagnant. It's as if I've hit a brick wall, but nothing worthy of elaboration, I feel. Why do you need these books?"

"A new project. Watatsumi Island, specifically. I need to read these before I travel there."

"Hmm, interesting. Did not think you were one for Inazuman culture, I will say."

You shook your head at Alhaitham, watching his brows furrow in confusion. "Seems you didn't know me much at all. I said to you multiple times that I really wanted to travel around the islands of Inazuma."

"Sorry."

"Look, you may feel 'stagnant' or 'like you've hit a brick wall', but I'm exploring for the first time. My wings have grown, I can fly to my heart's content."

Alhaitham moved back to where he was originally working from, leaning his weight onto a pile of books stacked on the side of the wooden desk. "I don't blame you. I just wonder why it had to end that way, that's all."

"I told you the moment I ended it: I wasn't your first priority. I deserve to be put on a pedestal, to be treated like royalty--"

"Unrealistic."

"Well, I'm leaving soon. I probably won't be back for some time. I wanted to end on more positive terms, yet the recent revelation of you ignoring everything I ever told you has left me with a bitter taste in my mouth."

"I just miss you..." Alhaitham paused, rubbing his temple with his hand.

"My life went on without you, Alhaitham. Of course it did- no, of course it does. This was just an ending, not the end. Not for me."

Books held against your chest, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and fury, you departed from the library as quickly as you arrived. You did not want Alhaitham to have the final word, to leave the conversation on his terms. You wanted your point to be heard, to be the only thing he remembered of you.

Sitting down in front of his books, his head throbbing with exhaustion, upset, melancholy, Alhaitham stared at the work he needed to complete. The work he surrounded himself with. The work that was his first priority.

He wondered whether this was all his life would amount to.

#genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham genshin #genshin scenarios #i woke up today and chose pain #probably slightly ooc but oh well i tried #its still the morning and im very much a night owl leave me be