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spicy-clones · 9 months
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Sharp Edges, Pt. 21 - Kashyyyk
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Collaborative work with @lightwise ... What started off as self-indulgent Crosshair smut has evolved into a fully-developed fic, with plot, character development, twists and turns, angst, yearning, and plenty of delicious *spice*. ;) Dividers by @samspenandsword and @djarrex ; cover photo by @lightwise . <3
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Crosshair x Fem! Reader Word Count: 4.4k Content Warnings: none for now ;) 
“You should call out of work for the rest of the week,” Crosshair murmured as he stroked your stomach, soft from sleep underneath your silky tank top. He was snuggled beside you, head tucked on your shoulder for once, lazily appreciating your curves with a gentle hand as you both slowly woke up to face the day ahead. 
“You’re gonna make me lose my job,” you joked, nuzzling your lips into his rumpled gray hair to press a kiss to his head. 
“Do you really need it?” he countered, lazily shifting his leg over yours
“I guess not,” you laughed. Damn, he had a point. But as much as it drained you, it had been your only real purpose in life for years… What else would you do? You pushed the thoughts away. “But why now? I thought you were leaving.”
“We are… But..” he hesitated, lifting himself up onto an elbow to look at you earnestly. His tone shifted, as though he were switching gears, “Would you still want adventure… if it were different?” 
You tilted your head toward him, tucking an arm behind it as you considered, “Different how?”
“If it were with a different asshole?” 
You burst into laughter, blasting him with your morning breath before clapping a hand over your mouth. When the initial delight at his humor subsided, you were overwhelmed with questions. The way he looked at you, slanted pale brown eyes gazing into your own so sincerely, created a little flare of excitement in a part of you that had been buried for ages. “What… I don’t even know what that would entail…” you began.
“I want to show you Kashyyyk,” he answered, causing your eyes to go wide and your mouth to drop a bit. You sat up fully, crossing your legs and turning to face him. Your eyes darted from his to the bed, back and forth, mind racing. You’d read about the homeworld of the Wookies, of course -- it sounded terrifying and enchanting at the same time. Watching your frantic processing, Crosshair moved a hand over yours, which was resting on your knee. “Until we get sent on a mission, Tech will be working on the chips. The others are going to Kamino with him, and they can take us to Kashyyyk on their way.” He waited, the silence thick with yearning. 
“Isn’t it dangerous?” you managed, internally rolling your eyes at the complete 180 you’d made from the hard-ass exterior you always put on. “Like, there are so many animals, and even carnivorous plants…”
“In the wilds, yes,” Crosshair answered, smirking affectionately. “I don’t plan on dragging you out there, unless you misbehave...” He winked, sending a heat wave between your legs. You’d have to explore that later. “The villages are safe, at least the ones that are in more remote sectors of the planet. The Separatists were only recently fought back by the Republic, and it’s likely they will try to retake the planet again. But for now, it’s under Republic control, and we’ll avoid the hot spots.”
“What else do you plan to do if I misbehave?” you muttered, faking a laugh at your own crappy humor. Crosshair snorted, picking himself up to sit facing you as well now. 
“You’re deflecting,” he observed, making you feel exposed and understood simultaneously. 
“I…” you faltered, swimming with doubts and thoughts, but they were all slowly funneled down into a prevalent sense of excitement. “Okay,” you breathed, feeling tingles spreading across your entire body. The small smile that curved his lips only amplified them, and he pinched your chin with gentle fingers. 
“Let’s get ready then.”
* * * 
A few hours later, you stood on a landing pad, a backpack slung across your shoulders. The Marauder sat in front of you, tall wings folded up, alight with activity. Crosshair was beside you, in full armor, rifle and backpack attached as usual. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and nausea was dancing around the edges of your stomach. What were you doing?! All the old voices were rollicking within, jostling one another for center stage. All the doubts, the self-condemnation, the insecurities, the resentment… You shifted on your feet, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself, then felt that firm, steadying hand on the small of your back. You turned to look at Crosshair, who tilted his head toward you behind his expressionless helmet, then pulled it off to regard you more openly. He was always so damn sexy in that armor, and you thought of the times you’d seen him in action. “You ready?” he asked quietly, layers of meaning in the invitation in his eyes. 
The doubts quieted, replaced by confidence and eagerness. You were ready. For all of it. It was time to truly leave your past behind, and Crosshair had opened up an entire new world for you, one that you were thrilled to explore with him. “Let’s do it,” you said, a quick break in your voice giving away your emotion. The warmth in his eyes calmed your heart, and you followed him to the stairs. 
Once Tech had finished replacing the exterior panels, everyone was on board, and he began powering up the ship. Since Echo had gone with Fives, Hunter sat in the copilot seat, with Wrecker spreading out in the seat behind him. Crosshair pointed to the seat behind Tech, showing you the buckles and strapping you in like a child. You couldn’t wipe the grin from your face, unabashedly gaping at the sheer number of buttons, levers, and lights that flashed all around. You took a deep breath, savoring the scents of metal and fuel. 
“Pre-flight sequence complete,” Tech announced, “Crosshair, you need to sit.” 
“I’m fine,” Crosshair snapped, leaning jauntily on the side of Tech’s chair. You noted that his demeanor now was void of the softness and warmth you’d woken up to; the shell was on again. Your heart warmed at the fact that you alone had the incredibly special privilege of enjoying his unguarded state. Hunter tossed Tech a look, who received it with a shrug as he turned back to the helm.
“Have it your way,” Tech muttered, and as the hum of the engines grew louder, the gentle swoop of the ship lifting off made your stomach do a flip as you watched the Coruscant skyline growing smaller. “So, you’ve never been in space before?” Tech continued, addressing you now as he calmly guided the ship out of the planet’s atmosphere. 
“Nope,” you admitted, hoping he wouldn’t press more.
“Fascinating. Then you might find the leap to hyperspace particularly thrilling,” he answered, nodding to Hunter with the briefest flicker of a smirk. He punched a lever forward abruptly, and the ship lurched into the sky, disappearing from the planet in a flash as it went from a gentle cruising speed to the fastest its engines could possibly go. The movement was so jarring that it threw Crosshair off his feet, arms flailing as he stumbled backward and landed right in your lap in an enraged mess. Wrecker burst into laughter, slapping his knee in unhinged glee at the uncharacteristic clumsiness. You joined him in his mirth, absolutely euphoric as you watched the light turn into streaks across the glowing blue viewport, barely registering Crosshair’s fuming scramble to upright himself in your lap. 
As the ship settled into a smooth cruising speed, he grabbed the back of Tech’s chair, pulling himself to his feet and hissing in Tech’s ear, “You are going to pay for that.” You caught sight of Hunter fighting hard to pull the smile off of his lips, feeling a simultaneous joy and yearning for the kind of close-knit family bonds they shared. 
“I am unsure as to what you are referring,” Tech answered, completely straight-faced while Wrecker continued guffawing in the back. “Loose objects are frequently thrown around a starship when there is a sudden change in momentum and they are not sufficiently secured.” Hunter did snort now, and you grinned helplessly as Crosshair whirled on him, casting a disdainful look at both before striding jerkily out of the cockpit. 
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The Marauder shot out of hyperspace, a bright green and blue planet coming into view. You soaked it all up, not wanting to miss a second, surprised that Tech was somehow able to continue his informative lecture to you while his hands flew from button to lever as he prepared the ship for landing. As he talked about the Wookies’ relationship with the wroshyr trees, you were stunned by the sheer size of them. Rope bridges and huts were peppered throughout impossibly tall trees that seemed to reach into the clouds, framed by misty seas that wrapped all around. As the ship landed on a stretch of beach outside a tiny-looking village, Crosshair finally made an appearance, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and catching your eye before strolling down the steps without another word. You fetched your own bag, rummaging in the bottom for a moment before turning back to Tech, who was now alone in the cockpit. 
“So… I brought this for you… because the one they gave you at 79s was ridiculous, and you actually are a genius,” you said, holding up the medal you’d won at the carnival. The light glinted off the large embossed “GENIUS” printed across it, and Tech scrutinized it through his goggles.
“That is…” he paused, tilting his head to consider the medal and then you, “...ridiculous.” You felt a flare of indignation but it washed away as you realized who you were talking to. “I did not earn that medal, nor would it have any meaning if it were simply given to me without any subsequent battle of wits or knowledge.”
“Well, pretend it’s the one from 79s and enjoy it,” you said, stuffing it into his hand. “Otherwise I’m just going to throw it away.” He stared for a moment, likely running all the possibilities through his head, then tucked the medal into one of his many pouches. 
“Upon further consideration, I believe I may have missed the cue that this was an attempt at relational gift-giving; I am sorry if my response was insensitive. I… appreciate the thought,” he said, and you smiled at his genuinely fascinating process. 
“It’s all good,” you responded, “Maybe you can come up with some clever use for it. Oh, and thanks for dropping us off!” You scrambled after Crosshair, who was sauntering around outside the ship, squinting at the huts and rope bridges in the distance. As the two of you made your way down the beach, you heard the Marauder powering up and turned back to watch it soar into the sky once again. It was beautiful. You’d been on the ship for less than a day and you were already in love with it. What was happening to you? 
The sparkling blue water lapped at the white sandy shore, and the gentle wind rustling the trees sounded almost magical. You took a moment, eyes slowly roving across all the majesty before you, your heart swelling within your chest. You were doing it. You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and felt like a new person in a way. Crosshair was watching you now, a faint smile ghosting across his face as he stepped close behind your right shoulder, helmet at his hip. 
“Not bad, hm?” he said quietly, and you turned to face him, overwhelmed with the delight of it all. You slipped your arms around his waist, pressing a firm, meaningful kiss to his lips, and the sight of one corner of his mouth turning up made you tingly all over again. He took your hand and began heading inland, where a gentle mist sat above the canopies of the trees and camouflaged the subtle signs of civilization. 
“Umm,” your mind was suddenly racing, “Do you speak Shyriiwook?”
He snorted, shaking his head, “Do you?” You went all-in on an attempt, but it came out sounding like an old man gargling water while being electrocuted and earned a cringing laugh from Crosshair. “You’re going to get us killed,” he teased, tightening his grip on your hand as you navigated over some huge, thick roots that curved and tangled together. 
“Good thing you’re here to save me,” you returned, and you didn’t catch the brief darkness that crossed his face. 
* * * 
You’d been walking for a while, delighting in the impossibly lush landscape, when you came across a clearing that opened up into a crystal clear lake with a waterfall on the far end. Vines hung from trees all around the edges, and the spray of the water crashing down made a faint, shimmering rainbow that came and went. The air was fresh and invigorating, filling your body with excitement and wonder, and you giggled as a cluster of birds came down for a clumsy landing, honking and skidding across the surface before settling into a steady float and tucking in their wings. You dropped the backpack from your shoulders, taking a few steps closer to the water, where the dirt gave way to such finely-ground rocks that your boots sank in a little bit. 
“This weather is perfect,” you marveled, turning your chin up to revel in the blue and white of the sky. “And apparently it’s like this year round!”
“Guidebooks finally came in handy?” Crosshair observed, following your gaze to the clouds. 
“It was Tech, actually,” you clarified, smiling as he rolled his eyes and nodded knowingly. You mimicked Tech’s voice and speech pattern, “The planet has no axial tilt and a perfectly circular orbit, therefore maintaining a consistent climate that is entirely void of seasons. However, there is still variation in the weather, and as such, one must be adequately prepared at all times.”
Crosshair stared at you for a moment, blown away by your flawless imitation, then turned back toward the way you came, “Well, this has been fun. But I’m leaving you out here tonight.”
You laughed, chasing after him and grabbing his hand, catching his thinly-veiled smirk. “Then who would keep you warm all night?” you said with a wink. “After all,” you dove back into Tech’s voice, “the extreme elevation of the trees, paired with the thick fog, cohesively ensures a significant chill once the sun disappears.”
“That’s it,” Crosshair growled, dropping his backpack and rifle beside him. He scooped you sideways into his arms without warning and strode quickly toward the water. Your squeals of surprise and mirth quickly turned into “wait a minute” pleas and frantic, giggly apologies as he came right to the edge of a rock, peering at the shimmering dark blue below, and unceremoniously tossed you right off. 
You shrieked, falling for a split second and plunging into the deep water, coming to the surface immediately with a cacophony of indignant splutters and expletives. The satisfied look on his face was disproportionately infuriating, and you swam to the edge, scrambling out onto some thick roots and stumbling to your feet. You turned on him with fire in your eyes, watching his eyebrows crawl up his forehead in an unconventional expression of surprise as you threw yourself at him in a futile effort to drag him toward the water. You were hopelessly outmatched, however, and your struggles only resulted in you being trapped against his chest, arms twisted across your front as he held each wrist tightly against the opposite hip.
“Come now, kitten,” he purred tauntingly in your ear, breath tickling the side of your face, “You know better than that.” The pet name increased your rage, and you threw your body weight in every direction you could, trying to get him off balance. The two of you stumbled backward, and he tripped over a giant root, flailing for the second time that day as he toppled onto his back in the shallow water. You landed with an “oof”, your back hitting his armored chest and nearly knocking the wind out of you, before you rolled off of him onto your knees in the few inches of water beside him. 
He sat up slowly with a furrowed brow and such a deep scowl that you feared for a moment you had gone too far. And yet somehow, the glint in his pale brown eyes shot a jolt of energy to your core, and he moved before you had time to think, pouncing on you with an inhuman speed. Next thing you knew, you were flat on your back, legs still in the shallow, warm water, with him on top of you, propped up with hands on either side of your head and one knee in the sand, the other leg draped across you. His face was an inch away from yours, eyes intense with a different kind of glow now, and he smirked triumphantly. But you didn’t care about his victory anymore; you were captivated by the sight of him -- wet hair dripping across his forehead, lips slightly pursed, body held above you with just enough support to avoid crushing you but enough weight to feel his strength and closeness… Again, words bubbled up in your chest, fighting for release, but your brain was frozen. 
Crosshair relieved you of that conundrum by leaning in for a kiss, taking your lips in his with possessive softness. Another tiny growl rumbled in his throat as you buried a hand in his hair, cupping the back of his head with a sandy hand. His tongue stroked against yours for a moment, then he sucked on your lower lip gently, coming back in for more kisses that had you seeing stars. You could have stayed there all day, but he suddenly jerked his head up, eyes alert and face sharp, and sprang to his feet, leaving you baffled and alarmed on the sand below. You rolled over and clambered to stand, gasping as your eyes were met with an assortment of crossbows, blades, and battle staffs, all brandished by fierce-looking Wookiees. 
Lifting his arms slowly, Crosshair made some hand signs, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground at the feet of the tallest Wookiee nearest to him, who was decked out with more weapons than you could count. He had shoulder caps made of spikes, as well as a singular ridge of spikes running down the middle of his head to the back of his neck, poking out of his fur with the leather straps they were affixed to. He let out a guttural roar, gesturing back at Crosshair, who pointed at you and continued his few hand signs. Your heart was pounding in your chest, both hands in the air as well, and when you glanced at what you assumed was the chief, a sharp snarl from a smaller Wookiee to your right sent your gaze right back to the ground. 
Finally, Crosshair pointed to his backpack, emblazoned with a large symbol of the Republic, and nodded toward the chief, who studied it for a moment, then made a short chirp that caused everyone to lower their weapons. You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, lowering your hands one millimeter at a time. But the atmosphere had changed in an instant, and the Wookiees were sauntering around in total ease, one approaching Crosshair to clap him on the back and point to some faint rope bridges in the distance. A small companion of his brought the backpack and rifle to him, also gesturing amiably, then the entire group turned and ambled into the woods with a chorus of growls. 
“What was that?!” you asked, still hearing your pulse in your ears. 
“There have been constant attempts by the Separatists to overtake their planet, and they didn’t believe that I was part of the Republic until they saw my backpack. One of the few drawbacks of not looking like every other clone out there,” he said dryly, pulling his backpack straps over his shoulders. “But they invited us to their village, so it looks like you won’t be sleeping out here after all.”
* * * 
You never would have guessed when you woke up that morning that you’d be spending lunchtime at a giant wooden table in a circular hut, stories above the ground, surrounded by strange foods in handmade bowls held by fur-covered giants that spoke in an astonishing array of incomprehensible sounds. Nor would you have anticipated the way your knees trembled uncontrollably as you walked across terrifyingly thin rope bridges that swayed gently over canyons that disappeared into fog below as you followed one of the locals on a tour around the area. And you definitely wouldn’t have pictured yourself dressed in some kind of soft, brown animal skin that you had to tie around your front like a bandana while your clothes dried. It had come with a “skirt”, which was also just a large piece of hide, and you’d wrapped it around your waist as best you could. Fortunately, the tree-huts were well-built to keep the warmth in, and once you and Crosshair had lit a small fire in the one they had assigned to you, it had become delightfully toasty. 
“S’not fair,” you muttered, standing by the fire and rotating slowly like a rotisserie dinner, “You with all your thermoregulated armor and me wearing what I’m pretty sure are their throw rugs.” Crosshair took a deep breath, sighing animatedly from the window he had been peering out of. 
“Fate works in mysterious ways,” he said dramatically, shrugging in coquettish resignation. You scoffed, turning to warm your backside as you faced him. 
“Is ‘fate’ going to help you out of your armor, or do I need to?” you prodded suggestively. He tilted his head toward you for a moment, considering, and then somehow detached his codpiece from the rest, flinging it onto the floor at your feet with a flourish. 
“There.”
The snort exploded out of you immediately, and you shook your head with a giant grin as he stood there smugly. Two could play that game… You slunk toward him with a sultry expression, sliding right up against him and pressing your palm right over his bulge, giving it the tiniest squeeze. He kept a straight face, but the sharp inhale gave him away, and you leaned in to bring your mouth to his… almost. His lips parted reflexively, but you barely touched, tracing back and forth with feather-light touch before whispering against them, “I guess I can work with this.” The sudden hunger in his eyes was accentuated by the reflection of the fire, and you gently slid your hand up and down his pants while kissing his neck. 
Hrrrrrgggghhhhh! The friendly greeting at the door startled you both, sending you stumbling backward a few steps. The Wookiee, either oblivious or uninterested, kept humming and chirping as he entered with a large tray covered with food and drink. He set it down on the small table, giving the two of you a wave and another little roar before disappearing. You looked at Crosshair, cheeks slightly flushed, now torn between two very different kinds of hunger. But he knew your struggle, and pushed you toward the table while he continued taking off the rest of his armor, piling the plates against the wall. 
You were marveling at the decadent spread when he joined you, leaning past your shoulder to pluck a berry from a bowl and pop it into his mouth. You loved the sight of him in his blacks. You loved him in his armor. You loved him in… heck, most anything really. Picking up a gracefully slender wooden cup, you took a sip, eyes roaming from the food to the gray-haired sniper in his form-fitting base layers. “There’s just all kinds of snacks in here,” you murmured, waggling your eyebrows at him. 
“Maybe your hard shell is also to protect others from your humor…” he observed with a snicker, dropping the meat skewer he’d picked up when you promptly smacked his arm.
The food, the warmth, and the company had you warmed thoroughly, inside and out, and you lounged lazily in one of the tall, swooping chairs made of woven leaves. The fire had grown dimmer, now just a few flickering flames dancing above glowing embers, and the light through the window was deepening into a brilliant orange. You rose to your feet, heading for the doorway to lift the heavy flap that hung across it. 
“Maker!” you exclaimed, “Cross, you’ve got to see this!” You disappeared out the door, making your way to the edge of the small deck that surrounded the hut on all sides, and leaned against the railing. He joined you a moment later, mirroring your pose and gazing out at the vista that stretched out before you. The sun had disappeared behind some craggy rocks in the distance, but had not yet sunk below the horizon. The entire sky was painted in the most vivid colors you had ever seen -- flaming orange faded into a bright pink that slowly gave way to a purplish blue twilight approaching from the other side of the planet. Peppered throughout were large patches of clouds that stood out in stark contrast. You heard a faint horn in the distance, long and loud, followed by the rhythm of drums, and a flock of birds evacuated a nearby tree in a flurry of wings and squawks.
Crosshair’s head was forward, but his eyes were on the side of your face, taking in the soft curves and shadows of your uninhibited wonder. He shifted toward you more, tracing a hand lightly down your bare back, over the knot of the animal skin, and across your hip. Fingertips brushed against your tattoo, following the outline of the sparrow’s graceful wings as it soared across your ribs. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you gazed fondly at him over your shoulder as the sky continued its gradual shift toward hues of blue. 
“You never told me what this means to you,” he said quietly, gliding his hands over the artwork. You looked down at the railing for a moment, gathering your thoughts, then turned to face him fully. 
“It’s kind of silly,” you said sheepishly, still looking down as you traced the vine-covered railing with a finger. “It just… it makes me think of freedom. From expectations, from the past, from the status quo… Freedom to explore and take risks and discover new things and actually see all that the galaxy has to offer, beyond the ‘majestic spectacle of Coruscant’... Those dreams were all kind of crushed when everything fell apart, and I thought I’d resigned myself to just climbing the corporate ladder and enjoying ‘true success’. But it always nagged at me, here and there, so the tattoo was my little way of letting it out… symbolically at least, if not realistically.” 
Crosshair gazed at it for a while, following the way it flowed with the curve of your side, then returned his eyes to your face. “And yet here you are,” he murmured, finally causing you to look up at him. 
“Here I am…” you repeated, feeling your eyes prickling with joyful tears. 
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supermightyglue · 2 years
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(a few of the) jackass ocs that i have n need to write for :
-> member of the main cast
shes insane n crazy n cleaner than the others but smells kinda bad bc of the guys. prefers dangerous stunts to gross out shit nd is open about it. refuses to work with shit nd body fluids. somehow never pukes. def skates nd was recruited for it. shes hot.. so hot. i picture devon aoki. crop tops, wife beaters, graphic tees, shorts, low-rise jeans, vans—and bikini tops. gets harassed bc everyone thinks shes dating SOMEONE on the cast nd shes not but also has a thing for one of them. parties a LOT nd smokes a shit ton of weed .. sometimes shrooms n molly but none of the really hard shit. cant swim. has a quick temper n is impulsive n way too fuckin risky. only drinks fruity cocktails or sweet shit. fought w both mtv and paramount to do most of the stunts she did. bruises for days. prob dropped out of school. vegetarian. also likes girls. super messy. gets in fights. doesnt have too many tattoos but most of the ones she has she did herself. thinks pontius is the funniest. will call out sexist n rude interviewers. smokes more than any of the guys. steals a lot of shit nd collects lighters. takes a lot of photos of the crew but mostly when theyre not filming. her nickname is pissbaby. doesnt drive. a light sleeper. half the guys shit on her like they do to each other nd the other half also do but finds her adorable n gets worried when she does certain stunts. 1000% loves all animals nd isnt scared of any. sunkissed. travels with the wildboyz frequently. secretly is terrified if someone gets hurt. touchy nd sometimes has no concept of personal space but only at random times. always has at least one person crashing oh her couch. cant cook. likes hookups but is picky about them. bffs with stephanie. cusses like a fuckin sailor. gets bored easily. is a flirt. both the nicest nd the meanest but mostly the meanest. is an amazing singer and will do karaoke at any time. is an asshole n very flawed. lowkey a sex symbol .. nd loves it. doesnt like to carry a purse. hates her boys but also loves them. the most macho cast member
-> producer/dickhouse co-founder/big brother crew
not a stunt person but will participate in pranks. skates but is really casual about it. totally a writer. journals but in a messy , not artistic but kinda artistic way. really funny. like, really fuckin funny. smells good. seems put together and is but also isnt at all. takes a lot of photos when theyre filming. has no patience. drinks a lot of coffee and also alcohol. has never had a relationship thats lasted longer than a month. gets cold easily. goes by her last name almost exclusively. tragically hetero. very serious when it comes to filming which causes everyone to fuck with her—shes funny when shes mad, apparently. thinks its hilarious when someone gets hurt. not a pussy but is also scared of the most random shit. will do anything for the perfect shot. steals the guys’ shirts and hoodies. has the cutest laugh nd smile. dimples. half the cast has had a crush on her at some point and the other half jokes that shes their ideal woman. workaholic. picky eater. smarter than everyone in the room. some of the funniest stunts were her idea. doesnt make fat jokes nd the guys are on a mission to change that. doesnt smoke and never has but chews nicotine gum. cringes when people flirt with her. fun at parties. is a horrible artist. wrote some of the most fucked up big brother articles. lowkey into one of the guys but represses it for work. horrible eyesight and wears contacts but never her glasses because everyone tells her how cute they are. forgets to brush her hair. falls asleep in her contacts. can read jeffs mind and vice versa. manipulative and persuasive as fuck nd can convince someone to do anything. agrees to do pranks even without knowing what it is. a big fan of costumes. will laugh until she and pisses herself when someone mentions mianus. beer enthusiast. always volunteers to drive. seems quiet and uptight but isnt—she couldnt do her job if she was. is actually quite sensitive and caring but in her own, weird way. as evil, if not more so, than tremaine. proud of her work and her boys
-> cky member
grew up with the cky guys. skated since she came out the womb but isnt the best at it. big lesbian. plays bass. choppy hair from the guys fucking with it. hoodies n cargo pants or baggy jeans. shitty actress but tries her best. has never bought cigs and steals them from dunn. stupid tattoos. shy around girls. always chewing minty gum. scared of the guys’ driving. practically lives at castle bam. hates being on camera but does it anyway. junk food enthusiast. overshares. ape and phils favorite kid. is lowkey desensitized to bam being a prick. doesnt dislike kids/babies but is awkward + doesnt know what to do with them. doesnt wear or use element shit just to piss bam off. hates nudity. no sense of style but it works for her. kinda lazy. not a fan of sweets. doesnt like vito. extremely clumsy. hates traveling. chews her lips to shreds. nice skin but has no routine. reeks of boy sweat. doesnt like being in photos. wakes up and takes a shot. talks with her hands. loves the guys’ girlfriends more than she loves them. does better on radio than on tv. picks at her nails and has restless leg. dated raab when she was closeted .. and it was hilarious. will sleep through anything. unintentionally funny. gets teased the most. the guys love her but aren’t protective at ALL and live for making her life hell. awkward. is genuinely insane but only if she knows someone well. is often broke but doesnt give a shit. gets nagged by ape to take care of herself. can talk to phil for hours without getting bored. a fan favorite on jackass when she appears—usually she stays behind the scenes. very gay but has a massive crush on tony hawk and is a huge fan… theyre actual friends and she still gets starstruck. burns cds constantly but can hardly use a computer. has broken a ton of bones. has poor bladder control and has pisses herself an embarrassing amount of times. knoxville adores her for some reason. fast runner. pukes easily and has acid reflux. way too chill for living such. chaotic life but we love her
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smogteeth · 9 months
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I know this is really out of the blue but, an you maybe tell me a bit about your eel mermaid fin? (at least I think it is yours? Idk?) Like, where you got it, how it works and how you move with it and stuff? I found like, a 10 sec Video or so on twitter from 2017 and that thing fascinated me
Oh my goodness, Yes, absolutely! Unfortunately, the long answer to this is to everyone out there: This is a WARNING. Do not ever try to buy a tail or make a tail like this!
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I discovered how dangerous it is for the human body to move like that in the water. Not because it's hard to swim, but our tendons and ligaments are meant for forward and backward locomotion. Side-to-side (or as I call it the sidewinder) movements is not something out body has developed the muscle, tendon, cartilage and protective tissue/lubrication for. On top of that, water adds "weight" or "resistance" with each of those movements. This can cause pulls, rips, and slips in those many different tissues, and I do not want to be the reason that anyone risks their bodies. I originally built the tail with a crocodile in mind. So I built the understructure (the fin, and articulated segments that follow) and then put a cheap fabric skin over it as a "garbage bag test". A term coined by Stan Winston Studio. It's a basic build of a creature with wood, sticks, plastic garbage bags, and the like, to make sure the silhouette/mechanism works before they waste a lot of time and money on materials and sculpting time. Luckily I did exactly that before I sculpted and cast a bunch of extremely expensive silicone! So, now I plan on working on a different tail. One that works with the dolphin kick, which our bodies were meant to move. I just gotta find a way to design something that is absolutely TERRIFYING.
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i hate living here. my parents are disrespectful and hateful of my identity as a trans man, and when you add on top of that the fact that i’m disabled and they don’t believe me? boy don’t you have a mess.
i have no income, no job, no car, no credit, no freedom, very limited mobility, and basically no access to the outside world.
i’m tired of living in this room and in this phone. i want to travel, i want to dance, i want to swim, i want to be able to live how i want.
not only does the country make that super difficult because i’m trans, but my body makes that super difficult because i’m disabled.
i’ve been asked to clean my room for months now and i’m in a constant struggle with keeping it clean enough for them to get off my ass and keeping it in a certain order so my autism doesn’t flip out when i can’t find something that once was in a perfect place.
then there’s the fact that a lot of the energy it takes to clean my room comes from sleeping, which has been a massive problem lately. i got a breathing machine for sleep but the mask overwhelms and overstimulates me and it keeps me up way later than just sleeping on my own would.
i also am forced to do the whole family’s laundry every weekend. i have proof in a message conversation with my dad that i’ve told him before that moving the baskets of clothes from machine to machine and then across the house to the living room to fold is way too hard on my body and it has several times in the past caused me to pass out.
yet every weekend it’s the same thing. why didn’t you move the clothes from the machines and bring them to the living room? why don’t you just do it quickly and then you can sit down for a while and cool off afterwards?
this morning i snapped at my father “i was under the impression that we had an arrangement where someone else would bring the baskets of clothes out to me and i would fold them.”
his response? “no we had an arrangement when you weren’t feeling good. i was happy to do it then.”
two things:
first, when was the most recent time i “wasn’t feeling good?” was it last week? what about the week before that? what about before that? yeah that’s right it was all of those and more. his idea of me not feeling good is when he can tell, which was two weeks ago when i was having a flare up.
second, why aren’t you happy to do it now? am i too much work for you? does my disability tire you? is it annoying when you can’t have a day in bed because your adult son can’t do the laundry on his own? is this disability that affects EVERY ASPECT OF MY LIFE frustrating you because you have to help me with this one thing? sorry i didn’t realise i was inconveniencing you.
i never feel well enough to do anything, but i do shit anyway. i refuse, however, to do physical work and/or heavy lifting because i have pots which is why i faint. i will not crack open my fucking skull just because you don’t wanna help me. either you help me or it doesn’t get done. i’m sick of this.
i can’t tell my parents this of course. but it’s nice to get it out of my head. i hate living here but at the same time i’m terrified to get kicked out because i can’t go anywhere. i have no support system in this state and no income at all. i’ve been basically housebound since the winter holidays of 2021. i hate staying but i have to.
why does it have to be this way for disabled people? why does it have to be this way for trans people? why can’t the world believe us?
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takalzuoom · 2 years
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OKAY OKAY
SO A SEPERATE REQUEST FROM MY WHALE SHARK READER MADE ME ‘ACCIDENTALLY’ WRITE FIRST YEAR GANG HCS-
so here you go 🙈
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 + 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜𝐬
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has definitely lifted epel up like simba from lion king OVLWPFOFAPED
KICKING SCREAMING AND ANYTHING
in both mer and human form i believe that the wii music is on constant repeat
OKAY OKAY- SO I COULDNT STOP THINKING ABOUT THSI WHEN YOU ASKED
but since whale sharks are usually ones to swim on the top- AND YOURE APART OF THE FIRST YEAR GANG
YOU’VE GIVEN THEM RIDES WHERE THEYRE JUST ON YOUR BACK , BARELY IN THW WATER AS THEY GO SIGHT SEEING
epel is doing that hand water thing where you squeeze it and it sprays onto some poor soul (sebek)
sebek is yelling and screaming about ‘how unsafe this is’ as he takes photos like a tourist and ‘for whoever is doing that to stop it!
ace and deuce are literally having a full on water war- constantly trying to push the other off you😭
LIKE DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND THEYLL DIE??
nah - lol drowning a murky death? cringe
jack isnt necessarily enjoying the ride- he’s really on edge, mainly since he’s a wolf beastman and’s connected to the land
water isn’t his strong suit.
but the tropical swim suit says other wise 😭😭
“ruggie would love this” “malleus would love this” STFU AND ENJOY THE RIDE
of course grim is spouting curses at you- telling you to ‘go back to land!’ as he’s on top of yuu, clawing to get on his hand and away from the water asap
okay but just imagining the first time you showed the first year gang
after telling the octavinelle gang to record the first years, they’re all on a beach when you first reveal yourself
and that you do
like the might kraken (and a lot of effort cause it’s hard to swim straight up)
you slowly tower out of the water, water rinsing off of you as you’re just :) at their horrified looks
azul : that’s my s/o 😼
azul has proud smug boyfriend aura to him
while they’re all terrified, epel is definitely the first one to come out of shock and literally hype you up
sebek is… well, sebek
“malleus’ dragon form is larger than this”
STFU NO ONE ASKED❗️❗️
ace : “damn…. that’s a big bitch”
jack and deuce are speechless 😻
ALSO DO YOU NOT SEE THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCES??
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HELP IM LITERALLY PISSING MYSELF
LOOK AT THIS SHIT
you’re the coat hanger friend, sorry
definitely see you and epel being really close, like he’ll just always be around you to learn how you’re so… tall cool 😺
jack has tried racing you as height + muscles = an athletic monster
but when you started jogging he just- WAS SO CONFUSED
you’re a slow runner- which is almost impossible for jack to wrap his head around since even he has to keep up with your steps
YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY ATHLETIC CLUBS HAVE TRIED TO RECRUIT YOU??
it makes you smile as they remind you of minnows that would usually swim around you in the ocean
you actually do join a club- the cooking club :)
you make cookies for you and azul to share weekly (not daily since azul doesn’t like eating junk food a lot :/ )
but you like to go around giving out cookies and treats to your friends :)
sometimes if they’re busy you like to leave them in their bags
OMG ITS KINDA LIKE YOURE SNATA CLAUSE AND THEYRE JUSY WAKING UP EXCITED FOR PRESENTS
ace and deuce introduce you to trey
there have been MANY competitions between the two of you, the highlight of the culinary crucible
and sometimes you give some leftovers to other students- and mainly your friends
OKAY SO I KNOW IN THE OF SCENARIO I PORTRAYED THE READER AS A BYSTANDER- AND I STAND WITH THAT AND THEM BEING A GENTLE GIANT
BUT I FEEL LIKE WHEN ACE, DEUCE OR EPEL HAVE A HORRID IDEA THEYD LOOK TO Y/N AND
if y/n likes the idea : :) 👍
if y/n doesn’t like the idea : :/ 🤜
if y/n LOVES the idea : >:) 👍
AND IT GOES INTO SMOKES THEY’VE JUST DISAPPEARED WHISTLING- LIKE THEY FIDNT KNOW THE IDEA WOULD TURN DISASTROUS
awesome for pranks. like when epel, ace and deuce come running and hide behind you- you really think a band of savanna claw students are gonna mess with you???
LIKE SEBEK WILL GIVE YOU A LOOK AS JACK SCOLDS YOU FOR EGGING THEM ON
I DONT THINK SO
side note- cheka loves you
we all know leona pushes cheka into ruggie and ruggie onto jack and then you steal cheka from jack
also he uses you as a jungle gym
you like kids okay :(
don’t go to the movies. like ever. you’ll be forced to sit in the back, and when you ‘accidentally’ get a sit in front of the others- THEY’LL BOMBARD YOU WITH NICKNAMES TO GET YOU TO SWITCH
LOVES YOU MWAH MWAH
but if you’re in front of someone they don’t like- 😈
bonus :
i made some memes 😼
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Terrifying. I love It.
It’s time to learn how to ride the ilu. Who will wipe out and who will succeed?
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“These are ilu.” Ao’nung tells us. “If you want to live here you must learn to ride.”
Lo’ak was the first one to mount the animal. Tsireya checked his posture before sending him off into the water. He didn’t stay on long because the animal was moving too fast. Everyone rose from the water laughing. It seemed that even the ilu laughed when it came next to him and made a sound similar to a laugh.
:Come one bro it can’t be that hard.” I comment.
“Want to bet?” he asks. “If you do any better I’ll do your chores for three days.”
“Make it a week and you're on.” I smirk
“And if you fail you do mine for a week.” he says, holding out his hand.
“Deal.” I say grasping his hand.
“We’re supposed to be learning.” Neteyam signs as he gets on an ilu. “Not making bets.”
“We can do both.” Lo’ak and I say at the same time.
Unsurprisingly Neteyam managed to stay on the ilu. But he started out slow instead of going fast like Lo’ak. Next it was my turn. But it seemed that none of the ilu wanted me to ride them.
“Stop stalling.” Lo’ak says putting a hand on my shoulder. “Just admit you’re going to lose and do my chores.”
“I’m trying.” I huff. “But they keep swimming away.”
“They must be scared of freaks like you.” Ao’nung laughs.
“Ao’nung.” Tsireya scolds. “Here Y/N, you can practice on my ilu.”
Before she could call out to her ilu a large animal swam to us. Everyone swam some distance away but I could only stare in amazement. It was a beautiful creature. It had a long mouth with many small sharp teeth. The top of its body is sea blue while the bottom is white. Its wings are a mix of yellow, orange, and black.
“Y/N step away slowly and be careful.” Tsireya warns. “The swimwings are very dangerous.”
“You don’t look so dangerous to me.” I coo as I go to pet the creature.
Suddenly it tries to bite my hand but I pull back just in time.
“Dude your sister is going to get eaten by a swimwing.” I hear Ao’nung tell Neteyam.
“Come one Y/N. Do what Tsireya says.” Neteyam calls, “Don’t do anything stupid.”
I don’t respond. Instead the animal lunges for me and I dive under the water. But it's right on my tail. I have no choice but to face it head on. I take off my belt and try to wrap it around the creature’s mouth. It thrashes and manages to throw me off a few times but somehow I wrap it’s mouth closed. Maybe I should’ve just taken the warning from Tsireya because it starts to roll and swim wildly. It’s a blur but I manage to bond with the creature. This caused it to immediately calm down but I can feel it's still rapid heartbeat. Once I regain my senses I take us to the surface. Once we emerge I let out a victory cry.
` “Bro that’s sick!” Lo’ak calls also letting out a victory cry.
“How did you?” AO’nung looks shocked. “How did you not die?”
“It’s like taking an Ikran. They pick you by trying to kill you.” I shrug. “And Lo’ak this definitely means you have to do my chores for a week!”
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Various over-explained Obey Me! Headcanons
Note: I’m only on like lesson 34 so if anything’s been disapproved then. Idk. Pretend you didn’t read anything or better yet subscribe to my Superior Thoughts™
Also posting this on mobile so formatting may look like shit, sorry :(
- Levi’s a HUGE fan of lost media, cryptids, SCP and Creepypasta stories. It was actually his gateway into anime!
- He’s evidently more of an anime fan but there is still evidence in his room from his past interests. If you ever want a cool conversation, just ask him about your favourite cryptid. He’ll gladly pull you into the rabbit hole. (You might want to sit, it’ll be a LONG conversation)
- The reason Lucifer has Cerberus is because he’s retired :)
- Cerberus had a very long career guarding the gates of the Underworld, the good boy need to stop. His joints aren’t good anymore :( (at least by hellhound standards). A good friend of Lucifer’s was very happy that Mr. Morningstar agreed to take him in.
- on that note, Cerberus may be terrifying but it’s actually very easy to get on his good side!! The secret is human world bacon strips (the dog treat). He’s addicted. He will gladly do anything for even just a crumb of them. The problem that Lucifer has a hard time getting them imported so the good boy doesn’t get them often :(
- Barbatos was born purely out of his mom’s desire to make a lil guy. She wanted a lil baby.
- THAT BEING SAID his mom is this very powerful, old and unknown goddess. She just kind of exists. Also, she’s huge. Think Ponyo’s mom.
- She resides in a lake so far from the rest of the devildom that it’s nearly impossible to find her accidentally and even harder intentionally (without the help of Barb, that is)
- Unfortunately Barb is so busy he doesn’t get time to visit her often :(
- That’s okay though! Most of the time she’s sleeping. And homegirl sleeps for a LONG time. Being a big goddess lady takes a lot of energy <3
- His last visit with her was in 1601. They went to the human realm and saw Twelfth Night together :)
- Satan is a hopeless romantic and he would rather die then let any of his brothers find that out
- His brothers know but don’t say anything about it.
- Asmo is genderfluid and also firmly believes that gender is a scam (he’s right)
- The pronouns he used depends on what he’s feeling that day. Typically, he sticks with he/him or she/her
- Levi made him a bunch of different pronoun pins and Asmo always makes sure to wear which one she’s feeling for the day
- On top of that: Asmo is also bisexual.
- Yes Belphie hates humans. Yes Belphie is interested in our space endeavours. Yes he keeps tabs on NASA. Yes he cries over the James Webb telescope pictures. No I will not elaborate.
- Levi HATES the cold. He despises it. And not like swimming in cold water kind of cold. He hates winter cold. The snow is his worst enemy. If he has to go outside during the winter (especially whiles it’s snowing) it doesn’t matter how many layers he’s wearing, they WILL be complaining and grumbling the entire time.
- A lot of demons view humans like in like a “look at the little guy” kind of way. This does apply to MC.
- It’s one of the reasons MC is as popular as they are actually. MC’s like a puppy to them. A little guy. They can do No Wrong. A little sheep that occasionally causes some chaos. MC is the devildom’s blorbo.
- Satan got into a bad fight while out one night and got seriously hurt. It was late when he got home, and he was exhausted and losing a lot of blood. Lucifer was the only one up when he walked in the door, and despite all of Satan’s hatred for him, he went to his office and almost had a breakdown while asking for help. He was tired, covered in his own and the other demon’s blood and for the first time in his life scared he was going to die. This happened while he was relatively young too, resembling 15ish.
- Lucifer, of course, helped him right away. He healed him the best he could and patched his wounds, brought him to bed and stayed until he was sure he’d be safe and wouldn’t die in his sleep
- Diavolo was a rather big fan of the Spice Girls
- Diavolo had a nanny(or nurse? Idk the right word it’s 10:30pm and I’m tired) who was basically what Barbatos is now except filled a maternal role. She stayed with him until what would essentially be his 10th birthday, until she was considered no longer “needed” according the king. Many believe she was killed although there are rumours that she was sent so far from the capital that no one would want to find her. Dia was devastated.
- The Nanny and Barbatos pined after each other for the longest time before eventually becoming a couple. This was all done in secret.
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DESC: Agape: "the highest form of love, charity."
PAIRINGS: Cyno x (GN!) Reader
SCENT: fluff/not so sfw-ish but not smut, yk?
WARNINGS: making out, hickeys, dad joke (singular.)
SONG: 505 ― Arctic Monkeys
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2022 !! #©LOVELYNEY
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YOU HUMMED GENTLY TO YOURSELF as you laid a blanket on the lush grass of Avidya Forest. Earlier in the week, you had paid a visit to Collei and Tighnari to ask them if they knew of any good picnic spots; they both recommended Avidya. 
Letting out a final, satisfied hum, you focused your attention back on your boyfriend, who surveyed the surrounding land around you—ensuring there weren’t any fungi or threats lurking nearby.
“My dear Cyno. . .” you addressed softly, hoping to grab his attention. with no response, your lips pressed together impatiently while you pulled out the various foods and drinks in the basket you brought along.
“Cyno!” you pressed, this time a bit louder, finally causing him to look at you—a look of alarm depicted on his countenance from your sudden rise in volume.
“Hm, what’s the matter, doll?” he inquired, his gaze penetrating your own—his hands still firmly clutching his weapon as to remain vigilant. 
You stared at him unamused, something that others would be terrified of even considering. While it was great to hear your boyfriend was concerned about everything going well, you knew that he would benefit from some relaxation—which he was not doing.
Your gaze flickered to the blanket as if to say, “sit your ass down right now.” You exasperated and popped open the bottle of red wine, “I’m sure we’re fine, my love. I don’t think Tighnari would recommend this place to me if he knew monsters were creeping around. Relax a little, would you? That is what this date is for, after all.” 
A frown crossed Cyno’s face at your accusatory tone. he started to wonder how you came about falling in love with him. You’re always so warm and hospitable with people, and him, deadpanned and a conveyor of judgment; someone that people have learned to fear the name of. However, unknown to him, this exact situation is an example of why you grew to love the General Mahamatra. People don’t tend to look past the icy walls he puts up, too intimidated by its frigidness, failing to recognize that it’s see-through if you really look hard enough.
“I’m aware, but we don’t get much time together, and I wouldn’t forgive anyone or myself if someone ruined it.” He followed your eyes, caving in and finally deciding to take a seat next to you on the blanket. “You’re always so patient with me, (NAME). The least I can do for you is protect you and make sure everything goes right. . .” He defended, his words laced with shame that he couldn’t give you as much as you give him. 
You shook your head in protest, watching him with eyes full of love as he shoved a strawberry in his mouth and stressfully chewed it. “Oh, Cy, you already do enough as it is for both the people of the desert and me. Just let me do this for you, hm?” You reassured and tucked a few strands of hair in front of his eyes behind his ear.
Cyno leaned into your palm, pressing his lips to it briefly. His vermillion eyes, normally so vacant and swimming with vindication, now dancing with tenderness and admiration, a look you’re only privileged to see of him. If you told someone that he looked at you this way, they would’ve pointed and laughed at you, telling you to get your head out of the clouds. But here he is, leaning into your touch like a touch-starved puppy with your head as clear as day.
He observed you as you pulled your hand away, plucked the top off a strawberry, and placed it in your mouth—a hunger developing in the pits of his stomach as you licked the juice off your pretty pink lips. God, how he loved the feeling of your lips. The contrast of how soft they felt against his made him go mad and lose himself in you. Speaking of which, he couldn’t remember the last time he kissed you properly, which was a crime against all of Teyvat, as Cyno loved kissing you more than anything in the world. 
A mischievous grin graced his lips, an idea crossing his mind. “Hey, love-bug, look at me for a second.” He purred and scooted closer so that your legs pressed together.
You looked at him with unsuspecting eyes that almost appeared innocent. Returning the smile, you propped another strawberry between your lips. “Hmm?” you mumbled, your words muffled by your chews.
“Stay still you have a little something on your face. . .” He breathed out and gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger.
Before you could reach your hand up to wipe whatever was on your face, Cyno quickly snatched your wrist and pulled you against his toned chest—his arms looping around your waist to keep you there. “Right. . . here.” He swooned, closing the distance between you two and shoving his lips on yours.
A noise of surprise erupted from your mouth as your boyfriend’s tongue grazed your lower lip, the juice from the strawberry now gone. He smiled, pulling you closer so that you straddled his lap. His rough lips moved against yours like it was the last thing he was going to do, your noises only fueling him to move faster and fiercer; he had to restrain himself from grinding his hips against you from how riled up he was getting. 
You pulled away, your lungs begging you for air—causing Cyno to give an impatient hum. 
“I’m not done with you, doll. you said you wanted to do something for me, yeah? So open your mouth. . .” He ordered, thumbing at your lips to pry them open. 
Just as you opened your mouth to protest that you guys were in the middle of a forest and a forest ranger could walk in on you two at literally any time (you did not want to subject Collei to any of that); he took the opportunity and lunged his tongue inside. 
Within seconds, blood rushed to your face as the Mahamatra’s tongue danced about your mouth (so sorry for this sentence y’all —(12/12/23), making sure he didn’t leave one inch unexplored before enclosing around your own. caving in, you shut your eyes and carded your fingers through his silver hair.
Cyno smirked as he sucked on your tongue, earning a satisfied groan from you. He practically was swallowing you whole at this rate, but god, did he not give a single fuck. The sweet taste and smell of you intoxicated him, making him never want to depart; he wanted to drown himself in you, and he mentally scolded himself for thinking such a thing.
His scarred hands trailed down to your inner thighs, giving them a gentle yet firm squeeze—the feeling of your soft skin against his fingertips fueling his desire for you. Oh, how he longed to feel every inch of your body under him, and if it weren’t for him being civil, he would’ve had it that way by now. 
Cyno growled when he felt you squirm under his touch while he licked stripes down your neck and collarbone. “Stay still. . .” He murmured and gently sunk his teeth into your skin, making sure it’d leave a bruise. He nibbled and sucked at the same spot for a little while, then moved down to your collarbone and did the same, repeating the process until he felt satisfied.
After he finished marking you, he seized the fabric of your shirt and slammed his lips back on yours, nibbling and biting at them to make sure they were black and blue with his pure love and adoration for you.
He pulled away after a few minutes, his lungs now scorching for air. Leaning in, he lapped up the string of saliva that hung from your lips, then pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek—his breath hot and heavy against your reddened face. “You taste. . .” he started softly. “Berry good. . .”
Your eyes flew open, stunned that he told a joke at such an intimate moment, but then you remembered who you were talking about and broke into a joyous smile. “What?” You chortled, clutching your stomach and doubling over with laughter. You weren’t laughing at the punchline as much as the delivery and the timing. Only Cyno would tell a pun after making out with you.
Cyno watched with a slight chuckle as you quieted down your laughter. His heart swelled at the sound of a few quiet giggles still leaving your lips; he would tell over 1000 shitty jokes if it meant he could hear you laugh like that forever. It was one of the things he grew to adore about you—the way your face lights up whenever you show any ounce of joy. Perhaps it wasn’t noticeable to the public eye, but it was nonetheless noticeable to him. 
“. . .That bad, huh?” he hummed and covered his mouth to conceal his lovesick smile.
Gently cupping your boyfriend’s cheeks, you removed his hand from his lips and kissed him again, this one driven by pure adoration. “Archons, you’re such a dumbass, Cyno. I love you so much, you know that?” 
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areyoudoingthis · 3 years
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mandatory tomb raider level where lara loses all her guns my beloathed
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kinanabinks · 3 years
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His Koala Bear P2 🐨 Dark!Steve x Reader
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PART 1
Summary: It’s Steve’s birthday. Doesn’t he deserve to feel good?
Warning: dark!steve, naive!reader, flirty!bucky, steve is V E R Y manipulative and toxic, smut (handjob), cheating/adultery
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Nothing sexual happened between you and Steve after the night he spent in your bed. Neither of you brought it up, not even the morning after when you woke up with his boner poking between your inner thighs.
"Pancakes?" He whispered into your ear once he saw your eyes fluttering open. The smile on his face was sweet and genuine, making you feel infinitely better. The guilt and regret had dissipated. Normalcy had resumed.
That was two months ago.
New York in the summer is your favorite. It's warm, the sky is the same shade of blue as Steve's eyes, and everyone's seemingly in a better mood. You can spend more time outside and short cab rides are traded in for longer, cheaper walks. But the weather isn't the best thing about summer - Steve's birthday is.
The great thing about his birthday is that it falls on a federal holiday, so you never have to worry about taking time off work. The other great thing is that everyone is in the mood to party on the 4th of July, meaning everyone is willing to go all out and make Steve's birthday the most exciting celebration of the year.
He pretends to dislike the attention and the fuss, but you know he loves it deep down.
"Happy birthday!" Everyone yells as he walks out into the decorated garden, clad in an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and black swimming trunks.
"Ah, you guys," Steve grins, hugging Sharon and a few others while they all greet him. You're quick to rush over and pull him into an embrace, which is short and not as tight as he wants it to be. But he knows that everyone's eyes are on him, and he can't give in to your intoxication so publicly. He scans your body quickly, hoping the smell of your sweet perfume doesn't make him hard in front of his wife.
It does, but she doesn't notice.
The party begins, and so does the fun. Music plays, Sam and Natasha fire up the barbecue, and alcoholic ice pops are distributed by Bucky, who hands you one with a smirk.
"Don't get too rowdy now; we all remember what happened last year," He teases nudging your shoulder.
At Steve's last birthday party, once most people had left and it was only his close friends that remained, things got a little wild. You got more drunk than ever before, and the next day you had to be told by a smug Bucky that you had given Steve a 'birthday lap dance' after Sharon went to bed. Luckily for you, anyone that would have judged you was also too drunk to remember.
You roll your eyes at his words. "Just because you're the heaviest heavy-weight in history, doesn't mean you can make fun of me. You're just jealous it costs me less than three cocktails to get drunk." Giving him a smug look, you wrap your lips around the ice pop, smiling at the cooling relief it brings you.
He sighs, "I have to admit; it'd be nice to stop seeing half my paycheck drown in whiskey." Looking you up and down, he tilts his head and steps closer to you. "You look good, doll."
"Thanks," You say sweetly. You're wearing white denim shorts and a tight red tank top, with a necklace resting atop your cleavage.
Bucky stares at your body hungrily, but you miss the lustrous look in his eyes. "You still seeing that chump? What's-his-face, Andrew?"
"Alex," You correct, before nodding. "And yes. We're taking things slow, but it's fun."
"Slow but fun?" Bucky questions with a raised eyebrow. "Those things rarely go hand in hand, darlin'."
"Then you have a lot to learn, Buck-o," You reply with a shrug, licking the lolly from bottom to top to stop the melted juice from dripping onto your wrist.
He narrows his eyes at you. "Are you trying to make me hard, or something?"
Your eyes practically bulge out at his accusation. "Um, what-"
"'Cause it's working," He continues, shooting you a wink. Your heart races, and you shyly look to the ground.
"Hey, babe," A familiar voice calls out from the right, and you turn to see Alex. Giving him a warm smile, you accept his side hug before he looks up at Bucky. "Hey, man. Good to see you."
"You too," Bucky replies flatly, shaking his hand. "You guys, uh, you guys look good together," He compliments, using his beer to point between you and Alex. "Picture-perfect."
"Thank you," You reply politely, before you look over his shoulder to see Steve and Sharon sharing some intense whispers. Alex and Bucky make small talk while you focus on Steve, who is left alone when Sharon storms off, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched.
You can't help but feel bad for him, and slightly peeved off with Sharon. It's his birthday, and she has upset him.
"Uh, I'll be right back," You tell Alex, handing him the ice pop before patting Bucky's shoulder. "Could you introduce Alex to Sam? I think they have a ton in common."
Before either of them can protest, you're rushing away. Bucky watches as you make your way straight to Steve, a sly grin on his lips. Turning back to Alex, he raises a brow. "That don't bother you?"
Alex frowns, looking to where you're hugging Steve. "What; Y/N and Steve? Not at all."
"You're sure?" Bucky presses, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "They're awfully close, no?"
"They've been best friends their whole lives. If anything was ever gonna happen between them, it would have by now," Alex tells him with a shrug. "Plus, Steve's like, the nicest guy ever."
The truth is, Alex is terrified of Steve. He knows how much power he holds; not just in terms of his wealth but also with his business connections. He's associated with people like Tony Stark and the Maximoff siblings; Steve Rogers could end Alex Widmore in minutes with the right motivation. That's the only reason Alex is happy to take things slow with you, even if it leaves him sexually frustrated every night when all you give him after a date is a quick kiss. He knows he has to impress Steve before you'll be willing to take the next step with him.
Alex thinks you're like a sister to Steve. Alex couldn't be more wrong.
Bucky nods slowly, hiding his smirk as he remembers all the things Steve has drunkenly admitted to him. For years, he'd tell Bucky all about the dark thoughts he had about you, and how many times he got close to just taking you and kissing you and fucking you, so hard. After a recent late night out though, Steve's ramblings were different. Instead of saying what he wished he could do to you, he told Bucky how good it felt to rub against you, and how quickly he came with your body underneath him. Piecing together Steve's mumbles, Bucky figured out exactly what happened that night two months ago.
And now, as he watches Steve give you that puppy-dog look while you completely give in with a pout, Bucky knows that that night won't be the last time Steve takes advantage of you.
"You're wearing the necklace," Steve beams down at you, tempted to reach out and touch it, just so he can brush his fingers against your chest. But he's in public. He can't let anyone else know about the ways he breaks the rule of friendship with you.
"I always wear it on your birthday," You tell him with a proud smile. "It's my favorite."
It's a silver Tiffany necklace with a pendant reminiscent of a soldier's dogtag, with Steve's initials and a small heart engraved onto it. You researched just how much it cost him after he gifted it to you for your 18th birthday, almost having a heart attack when you found out. Back then, Steve wasn't the rich CEO he is today, but he didn't let that stop him from spoiling his favorite girl.
The idea for the necklace came to him after he masturbated to you one night as a horny teenager, imagining the heavenly sounds he could pull from your mouth if you belonged to him. He needed to find some way to prove that you'd always be his, and what better way than to decorate your pretty breasts with expensive silver, signed S.G.R. as though Steve Grant Rogers made you himself?
Stopping himself from jumping on you while he stares down at the necklace sitting between your soft, supple mounds, he feels his pants tighten. He wants to engrave his initials into your skin.
He knows you don't wear the necklace often because you're scared of damaging or losing it. You are both also aware that Sharon doesn't love that you own a necklace with her husband's initials on it, and Alex was a little weirded out when he saw you put it on this morning.
Steve makes a mental note to buy you something you can wear all the time; something that will more discreetly mark you as his. Something only he knows about.
"Can I give you your present early?" You ask him earnestly, eyeing the gift table covered in wrapped up boxes. You know his friends are all rich and lovely and probably bought him some great presents, but you also know Steve always prefers whatever you give him. This year, now that your job has allowed for you to extend your budget, you've spent a lot of money on his gift.
"Of course, sweetheart," Steve replies sweetly, smiling down at you. "But I've told you a million times; you don't ever need to spend money on me." He loves how it feels to practically throw money at you; it gives him a sense of ownership when he's able to provide for you and spoil you, which is what makes it so hard for him to ever accept you spending a single penny on him.
"And I've told you a million times that it's my right and my duty as your best friend to give you the best gift every year," You counter with a playful glare. "Now, can we go inside, find somewhere quiet? I don't want anyone else to see it."
"Sure," He says casually, doing his best to ignore how excited your suggestion makes him. He leads you into the house, taking your hand once you've disappeared from the view of anyone else. To your slight confusion, he takes you into a spare bedroom and into the en suite, which he locks the door of.
He leans against the counter and you stand in front of him, smiling while reaching into your small side bag and pulling out a velvet box.
"What is it?" He whispers, tilting his head.
"Find out," You whisper back, holding it out. Slowly, he takes it from your hand and opens it, before pulling out what is inside. It's a thick, gold chain bracelet, with a pendant on which is engraved an animal.
The smile is wide on his lips as he looks at it closely, before he glances up to you with adoration. "It's a koala."
You grin, "That's what you called me... that night. It kinda stuck with me." Steve shivers at your mention of that damn night, though he knows your intentions and meaning behind it are utterly innocent.
"I'll never take it off," He promises while clasping it on behind his gold Rolex, keeping his eyes hooked onto you. "That way, wherever I am, I'll always have my little koala bear with me."
Giggling, you happily accept the bone-crushing embrace he pulls you into, glad that he likes the present and glad that he didn't think you meant anything untoward by referring to that night. Though you've each avoided the subject, it was still one of the sweetest night you've spent together, and it brought you closer than you thought possible.
"Thank you, sweetheart, I love it. And I love you, so much," He mumbles against your neck, his beard tickling your skin. "It's my favorite present ever. Ever, ever, ever."
"I love you, too," You reply, before pulling away with a playful frown, "Is it even better than the handmade pillow I made you when we were thirteen?"
"Oh, definitely not," Steve joked, chuckling while wrapping his arms around you. His smile fell after a few seconds, though, as he remembered what pissed him off earlier. "Was Bucky making you uncomfortable?"
You're surprised at his question, and you shake your head almost reflexively. It's a lot easier to deny that Bucky may have overstepped his boundary, rather than complain about it and possibly cause a rift between Steve and his close friend. "No, not at all. He's just a hopeless flirt."
"I can tell him to back off," Steve offers, to which you softly laugh and shake your head.
"Really, Stevie, you don't have to-"
"I'll tell him to back off, baby," He cuts you off, his tone gentle but adamant in the way that you know he's already made up his mind.
"Okay," You whisper, resting your hands against his bare torso.
Steve's hands slip down into the back pockets of your shorts, his fingers nimbly rubbing up and down as his palms gently cup your ass. You notice the furrow of his brows, and his clenched jaw, his demeanor filling you with concern.
"Are you alright?" You ask him. "Are you upset because of what Sharon said?" When you approached Steve outside, he told you that he and Sharon had just been fighting because apparently, he wasn't putting in enough effort with her parents during the party.
"No," He sighed, his eyes downcast. "I'm just a little... in pain- no, just feeling a little discomfort."
His words make your lips part. It hurts you to know that he's hurting, especially on his special day, and you want nothing more than to make him feel better. "Oh no, Stevie, what's wrong?" You ask, clutching his shirt in your hands.
Taking in a deep breath, he gives you a small smile, pulling your body closer to his. "Nothing. Don't worry about it, sweetheart."
"No," You insist with a pout, knowing that his smile is fake. "Tell me, Steve, please. How can I help if I don't know what's wrong?"
Bashfully, he looks up to meet your eyes, which he holds captive with his. "It's, uh... it's my cock."
Your eyes widen a fraction at his admission, but you remain calm. "Oh. Oh?"
"Yeah," He says, letting out a nervous chuckle. "It's just aching a little."
"Is there anything I can do?" You ask quietly, worried to death about him.
Steve removes one of his hands from your short pockets to cup your face, using his thumb to stroke your cheek. He loves just how easily he can have you right where he wants you, and he knows that now is the perfect moment to take another step further. For two long months, he has remained patient. To ensure that you stay comfortable around him, and unaware of his dark cravings, he resorted straight back to Innocent Steve after that night. He knows that, in order to turn you into his submissive plaything, he needs to break you down slowly. He needs to take his time in stealing your innocence, piece by piece, until you crave him just as much as he craves you. Until you're the one begging for him.
He shakes his head before resting his forehead against yours. "I couldn't ask that of you."
"Steve, please," You beg him softly. "I wanna help you. I'm here for you; I'm your best friend."
If he's good at one thing, it's acting like you've pushed him into a corner and that he has no choice but to do what you obviously want him to do. Biting down on his lip, he slowly reaches down into his trunks and takes out his incredibly erect cock. The tip is red and swollen, making your heart race. It sits thick and hard between you, brushing against his bare abs and your clothed stomach, the tip almost poking the bottom of your breasts.
"Steve," You breathe out. It definitely looks like it's in pain.
"If you just..." He begins, pretending like he isn't at all happy about what he's about to ask of you. "Just rub it a little..."
You feel a jolt shoot through your body at his request. Though you feel oddly tempted to do as he says, you can't help but feel uncomfortable. "Should- should I call Sharon?"
"No, no," Steve says firmly, shaking his head while stroking your cheek gently. "She doesn't care about me, baby. Not like you do."
Your eyes soften at his words. He's so sweet, and kind, and deserves a world of happiness. You hate that Sharon doesn't treat him as well as she should. "Okay," You agree. "I- I'll help you, Stevie."
He takes one of your hands in his, before gradually moving it to his dick. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft, Steve lets out a shaky breath, guiding your hand up and down, slowly and gently.
"Oh, fuck," He whispers, his lips parting. "That feels really good, sweetheart. So good."
You're happy to hear his relief, and proud that you're the one making him feel better. His cock is as hard as a rock beneath your palm, and you're shyly moving up and down, jumping slightly every time he twitches or throbs.
"You're doing so well for me," Steve praises, stroking your hips. "Keep going." You do as he says, looking up to meet his eyes. He nods down at you, prompting you to continue. "Just like that, pretty girl, just like that."
He wraps his hand around yours, making you grip him tighter before speeding up your pace. Steve can't help but let out grunts, keeping one hand on your back, rubbing it comfortingly to ensure you remain calm and unafraid.
"Spit on it," He utters, making your eyes widen. "Make it a little wet; it'll be easier."
You swallow thickly, taken aback by his strange request but agreeing with a silent nod nonetheless. Before you can gather some saliva in your mouth, though, he grabs your chin.
"Say, 'Yes, Sir'," He orders you gently. Steve can't hold back his desire for dominance over you, even though he knows he needs to take things slow.
"W- what?" You ask, letting out a nervous laugh as your hand stills around his cock. "Why?"
His face remains stoic, his tone less forgiving when he speaks. "Say it."
You nod quickly, feeling yourself fall into his clutches. Whatever Steve says, goes. "Yes, Sir." You feel pride when he smirks down at you, before bending your head forward and letting out a long string of spit onto his cock. It slides down from the tip over the shaft, coating his length. Your action causes his pre-cum to leak out, mixing in with your saliva and moistening every inch of him, making it easy for your hand to slide up and down it while Steve softly grunts.
"Good girl," He mumbles, cupping your face in his hands as he brings your forehead against his, his eyes closing. "You're making me feel so much better. You're my sweetheart, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir," You repeat, liking the way it feels when you say it and also loving the look on his face when you do.
Steve chuckles. You've always been such a quick learner. "Rub it a little harder. Don't be afraid, baby. You're making all my pain go away."
You comply with his order, fisting his cock in your soft palm. Steve throws his head back, letting out a loud groan of pleasure. Wanting to hear him make the sound some more, you keep going, in love with the knowledge that you're the one helping him out. You're the one taking away his pain.
"Faster," He lets out between grunts, tangling his hand in your hair and pulling on it. "Use both hands for me." His cock is big, and your hand takes its time getting from the base to the tip. Steve is growing impatient, but he only falls deeper in love with you when you begin using both of your hands to jerk him off, determination and subordination clear in your demeanor.
Picking up your pace, you accidentally twist your hands around his shaft, but it only makes him moan louder.
"Fuck, do that again," He orders, and you gladly do. Steve lets out a dark chuckle, breathing heavily. "You're doing so well for me, my sweet girl. You're helping me out so much."
You feel his cock throbbing incessantly under your grip, and you're motivated to please him. His lips brush against yours, but he doesn't kiss you. Instead, he pours his groans into your open mouth, his hands holding your hips tightly as you pulls you flush against him. He needs to keep you as close to himself as possible, as though even an inch of distance between you will kill him.
Steve bucks his hips, fucking your hands as you twist and tighten around his cock, and before long he's letting out a guttural moan, along with your name. Suddenly, he erupts, his cum shooting out of his tip and coating his bare stomach, along with your top. You immediately stop your movements, but Steve quickly grabs both your hands with one of his and forces you to continue wanking him through his orgasm.
"Yes, yes, baby," He whispers against your lips. "That feels incredible." Eventually, he releases your hands from his grip and you feebly let go of his cock, your eyes wide and your heart racing.
"I'm sorry," You say quickly. "I- I didn't mean to make you..." You feel incredibly guilty for making him cum when all you were supposed to do was stop his discomfort.
"Hey, hey, hey," Steve cups your face, staring into your eyes. "That wasn't your fault. You were only helping me, baby."
You give him wide doe eyes, trying to ignore the warmth of his spurts of cum that landed on your chest. "A-are you sure, Steve?"
"I promise," He vows, stroking your cheek. "You were just being my best friend, like you always are." A hint of a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he glances down at your body. With his thumb, he scoops up the cum that landed on your chest, to the right of your necklace, threatening to drip down your breast. Once it has been collected on his thumb, he brings it up to his lips. "Open."
His order makes you shiver, but you do as he says. His thumb moves to land on your tongue, and he lets out a shaky breath when you suck it clean. Quickly becoming addicted to the sight of his seed disappearing into your mouth as you swallow, he wipes the drops that landed on his abs, repeating his earlier action and feeding his hot cum to you.
Once it's all gone, he smiles innocently and gives you a soft kiss on your lips. "Thank you. You're such a good girl for me."
"D- do you feel better?" You ask. "Does it still hurt?"
Steve shakes his head, putting away his softening cock before returning his hands into your back pockets and pulling your chest against his. "Not at all. You fixed me with your angel hands."
His words warm your heart and make you giggle. You wrap your arms around his neck, "Good. All I ever want is to help you, Steve, and make sure that you're happy. Especially on your birthday."
He grins at you, swaying you gently in his hold. "You always make me happy, pretty baby. You don't even have to try." Looking down, he lets out a chuckle. "We're going to have to change you out of that top, angel hands."
You blush at the nickname, but you also have to agree with him. Your red tank top is now stained with Steve's cum, and there's no way you can just convince everyone you had an unfortunate accident with a melting ice cream.
"I have a bikini on underneath; I can just say I got hot," You inform him nonchalantly, making him gulp. Without a word, he watches as you pull your top out from your high-waisted shorts and off your body, throwing it to the ground.
Steve's eyes shamelessly stay glued to your chest, his hands unintentionally tightening around your ass through your pockets. "Nice bikini."
"You're the one who chose it," You inform him with a sly smile, a blush on your cheeks as you remember the shopping trip on which he spent thousands of dollars on you without even batting an eyelid. You're pretty sure he went home that night and got screamed at by Sharon for spending his money on something other than her.
Steve takes his eyes off your skin and looks at the actual bikini, which is maroon and leaves little to the imagination. He almost cums again at the idea that this whole time, you've been wearing the swimsuit he bought. This whole time, your most intimate parts have been held by the material that he paid for. This whole time, he's fucking owned you, and you've happily let him.
"I love you, my koala bear," He hums, feeling himself harden again already. His lips press to yours with every word he says, but neither of you make an effort to move back. "I'm never gonna let anyone take you away from me. Ever."
He thinks of Bucky flirting with you and has to stop himself from going back out to the garden and knocking him out. He thinks of the fact that Alex has kissed you, kissed Steve's property, and imagines all the different ways he could torture him for touching you. Steve knows he has to act fast; he knows he has to make sure that your relationship with Alex doesn't develop any further. Yes, you two are taking it slow, but Steve sees the way Alex looks at your body. He knows it's only a matter of time before he tries to do more than just kiss you.
"Nobody ever will," You promise. "I'll always be your best friend."
That's what he's afraid of. But Steve is a patient man. He's waited over two decades for you; what's a little longer before you're serving him unconditionally, without question?
"You didn't say it back," He mumbles against your neck, taking in your scent as his cock twitches. "Say it back, baby."
You grin before taking a hold of his head and pulling it back so he has to look at you. "Steve," You begin, nothing but adoration in your eyes for the man standing above you. "I love you."
Steve smiles and wraps his arms tightly around you, hugging you like it's the last time. "Good girl," He hums, a smirk on his lips as his hand shamelessly squeezes your ass and his other rubs your bare shoulder, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "My good girl."
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PART 3
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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years
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Level one
Word count: 10k
Cw: pretty tame, just slight descriptions of a dick, play fighting, mentions of almost dying.
This fic and the fics following will contain monster fucking, cucking and threesomes!! If you are not comfortable, try out some of my other works, but if you wish to proceed, remember, sharing is caring.
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Being a princess was always portrayed as this lush, lavish life. Spoiled rotten with goodies and suitors on you left and right. Everyone respects you, maybe even fears you, and you don't have to worry about a thing cause you have your guards and your secure little tower.
Only one of those things applied to you. The people of the Mushroom kingdom adored you, sending you gifts and bringing their cute little families to meet you. You had moved out of the actual palace ages ago, deciding to reside in a cute little cottage hidden deep in the woods. 
You had some bodyguards, but you kind of doubted their abilities in warding off monsters. You didn't mind fighting by the side though, it built up your strength and courage. 
You knew that you alone were pretty strong, and so were your guards, but it still confused you how you barely got bothered. Occasionally you would hear a growl or roar in the distance, but it was quickly cut off and you would go about your business. 
You finally found out what was keeping the monsters at bay when you ventured out into the forest alone, not wanting to wake up your bodyguard since you were just getting berries.
You had managed to fill up your basket and make it halfway back before you felt a rush of air behind you, only getting a second to blink before you were sent flying, hot breath and saliva tickling your neck and cheek.
You kick and scream, arms flailing when the creature pushes your head down into the dirt.
You start to weaken as your vision swims, struggling to breathe. You go limp, letting out choked sobs when the creature is suddenly ripped off of you. You hear shuffling and roaring, and then the forest goes silent for a moment before coming back to life, birds chirping and wind blowing as you feel someone touch your arm gently. 
You hear a smooth, low voice fussing over you, the stranger lifting you up and assisting you back to the cottage. You try to turn to see their face, but all you can make out is a bright red hat, dark red hair and pretty lips before they're turning you back around.
When you make it to the cottage, you try to once again turn to thank the person, but they're already gone. About to head back inside, you see a bright red object laying on the ground. When you get closer, you realize it's the strangers hat, soft and big with a K patched into it.
You gasped, realizing who exactly this man was.
You came from a long line of royalty, your mother being Queen Star and your sister being Princess Peach. When you were kids, your mother would tell you of an Italian family who were so kind and brave, always looking to serve and expecting nothing in return.
For your mother, it was a man named Papa Mario, and for Peach it was Mario Jr. And Luigi. Around the time you were born, they also were welcoming a baby into the world, and you have fuzzy memories of a little boy with sharp teeth and red hair vowing to protect you even when you were in diapers.
Snapping back to reality, you scurry back inside and throw on a more casual outfit, still in a dress but with more room to move, slipping on some boots and stuffing the hat in your bag.
You take the path down to town, chatting with the residents along the way until you arrive at the Mario Bros Tavern. 
You step inside, greeting everyone and making your way over to the counter, seeing who you assume is the brother, dressed in all green. His name tag reads "Izuku", and you smile at him when he looks your way. 
"Hi, Princess!! What brings you here?"
You dig in your bag and take out the plush hat, holding it in front of you.
"I- Uh…. I found this in the woods, I was jus' wondering if the owner of it was here?"
Izuku lets out a soft, 'oh', and holds a finger up to you to signal you to wait. He disappears into the back room and when he comes back you suddenly wish you were dressed better.
In the forest all you could see what that your "hero" was wearing overalls and red. You didn't pick up on the fact that he was probably almost 7 feet tall, buff and solid with pretty, full lips and a sharp smile, cute spiky hat hair which a deeper shade of red then his clothes, which fit him so perfect it was like he just stepped out of a clothes factory. 
When you met eyes, the stranger gave you a sheepish smile, stepping up to the counter and gently taking the hat from your now trembling hands. 
"Gee, thanks for bringing this back, Prn'cess. I hadn't even realized I lost it."
You search for words, feeling your cheeks heat up when his smile widens, big veiny hands reaching out to shut your mouth, which fell right back open at the feel of his hands on your face.
"I'm, uh, I'm also here to thank you for saving me today…"
"Kiri."
"Kiri. Thank you, Kiri."
He smiles a toothy smile, giving you a silly bow. You giggle, your heart swelling with affection as you realize you could get used to this.
"As a token of my appreciation, I'm taking you on a date in two days, up by the waterfalls."
The red head blinks in surprise before his smile returns, pink coloring his cheeks as he mods vigorously.
"I'll see you then, Princess!!"
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You trudged through the forest, cursing yourself for putting off your carriage repair. The trail was under construction, so you had to walk you way through the bushes towards the waterfall. 
At least you weren't wearing a formal dress. You were just wearing a simple skirt and a top, some boots and a picnic basket in your hand.
As you stumble along, you start to hear the roaring of the waterfall, but laced within you hear growls and grunts, followed by a shout that sounded all too familiar.
Kirishima.
You pick up speed and come to a clearing, stepping back slightly in shock. 
In front of you is one of the legendary Bowser men, powerful and downright terrifying. They had a tendency to go after princesses, which was the main reason the Mario brothers protected your family. 
This Bowser was the new heir, Bakugou. He didn't have red hair like his father, his was an ash blonde, and his shell was a slightly darker green. He was taller too, looked about 6'9 from where you were standing, but he towered over Kirishima so you figured he was over 7 feet. He was actually kind of attractive, which surprised you given how his dad looked.
Kirishima has him in a headlock, both of them grunting and growling and you would be lying if the sight wasn't hot, but you shook the feeling off and silently marched over to the two, wanting to "save" the red head like he had for you for the longest time. 
Taking a deep breath, you launched yourself on the Blonde's shell with a shout, quickly realizing how stupid this "plan" was when you could barely hold on, being so small compared to him that when he stood up and reached behind him, he could just pluck you up like a bug, holding by the back of your shirt in a big hand. 
"What happened Bakubro? Why'd you stop-y/n?"
"Well well well, wha d'we have here? Is this the pretty little prn'cess yer were telling me about, Kiri?"
You gulp harshly, not even out of fear anymore now that you realized that they were play fighting, and that they know each other. 
No, you were nervous because Bakugou was hot. Sharp canines digging into his bottom as he watched you dangle in his palm, spiky hair leading down to a bushy mullet, bulging muscles and thick thighs hidden by a ratty loin cloth, blonde happy trail-did something just twitch?
You swiftly look back up, looking into knowing vermillion eyes as he licks his lips and shoots you a smirk, his eyes dark and cheeks slightly flushed. When you feel a slight breeze and begin to rock, you realize that hes still holding you. Up in the air. With one hand. 
This is not doing anything good to your manhandling kink. You can already feel your panties start to get sticky as he gently sets you back down, standing straight back up.
You're now level with his veiny thighs, hands starting to tremble from how guilty and horny you feel. The guy you asked out on a date is right there!! Speaking of, you glance at Kiri and he's already looking at youz something dark gleaming within his eyes but quickly hidden when you meet gazes, rushing forward to trap you in a crushing hug, big hands running up your sides.
You blush as you pull back, about to ask if he wants to get going when he jogs back over to Bakugou, who's eyes haven't left you, and tackles him onto the ground, putting him in a chokehold.
You would be pissed, you planned a picnic and its getting dark, the bugs coming out and the air getting sticky but they look so good like that, muscle on muscle, and Bakugou keeps letting out snarls and growls that go straight to your cunt, slicking up your panties as you think about those big, clawed hands your skirt up and plugging you up with his big dick.
You stop mid thought as you remember what they taught you in Princess survival school, in the monster course. Bowsers can smell really really well. Which means Bakugou….could probably smell you right now. 
You look up at him and let out a breath of relief when you see he's still distracted by the Kirishima, writhing to try and get away from the his grip on his neck. With a sharp movement from the blonde, his loin cloth flutters to the side momentarily and flashes you a peak of his really, really fat cock. You almost pass out from how fast blood rushes to your head when you see so many veins and bumps, and he's obviously not even hard. 
All of a sudden, Bakugou takes a deep breath, preparing to let out a roar to startle Kirishima into letting him go, and chokes on air, gasp getting caught in his throat. Kiri is none the wiser, laughing and joking behind him about how hes strongest, but Bakugou isn't paying attention, eyes blown wide and rolled in his head as his tongue slightly lolls out of his mouth, as if to taste what he's smelling.
To taste you. 
His head rolls to the side, eyes trained on the clench of your thighs and flush of your body, and it make his hips jump, red irises locking onto you as drool spills out of his open mouth. 
Kirishima realized how quiet he is, and attempts to peak over and see if he's okay but Bakugou roughly shoulders him off and stomps away into the trees, leaving you dazed and Kirishima confused. 
"That was weird."
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nxrcissablacks · 2 years
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i literally cannot stop thinking about dami and jiun in a modern university au,,,, with like adult dami basically having hwi's personality (although i like to think dami would have grown up different without being forced to become hwi, but that's a discussion for another day)
dami definitely studies law and jiun studies medicine
dami is that One Girl we all know that just has everything together - like perfect notes, perfect essays, always turns up to tutorials on time, somehow also finds time to represent the university on the archery AND equestrian team of her college. scary. terrifying. is she even human.
jiun being That Student that turns up late to lectures wearing different coloured-socks because he just got out of bed 5 minutes ago, and who definitely falls asleep during the lecture itself, but who somehow manages to top the cohort each year
they meet because jiun is running across the college at top speed (once again, he is late for a lecture), and he ends up running straight into dami by the college's lake, causing her to drop her folder of notes into the water.
dami decides there and then that she hates him.
but then jiun jumps into the lake to get her notes out, and all is going fine until dami notices that jiun is having trouble getting out of the lake, and has to dive in to haul him out
"WHY did you dive into the water if you can't swim?????"
"i can swim....i just got...a cramp.....in my leg...." (he's lying, he can't swim but felt so bad about the notes, and i mean, how hard can swimming be? right? RIGHT?)
it's literally winter so they are both wet and shivering, and jiun awkwardly suggests that they go to his dorm room which is nearer to dry off, and dami huffily agrees
jiun offers dami a Clean Towel and gets her a change of clothes, before starting to take his top off so he can change too, dami shrieks, because, what the fuck?? she's still there????? Her Eyes (secretly she is 100% like Damn,,,, Those Abs, but she's never going to say that out loud,,,, yet)
jiun ducks into the toilet to finish changing and is about to dash out of the door without a coat because Oh My God I Am So Late For My Lecture
dami yanks him back and makes him put on a coat and a scarf because wtf is wrong with this man does he want to catch a cold???? jiun falls Hopelessly In Love at this point
dami turns up to the tutorial late and wearing a hoodie that is about 3x too big for her. her classmates are staring. she tries not to blush. (obviously she still knows all the answers to the tutor's questions without her notes - who do you think she is???)
jiun is in a daze for the rest of the day and his friends are trying to figure out why he is wearing this large goofy smile. this man is basically the equivalent of a gigantic golden retriever and we all know it
dami tries very hard not to think about jiun (and his abs), but she does, so she tries to find out about him sneakily by casually asking her friends (she thinks it's casual. it isn't)
turns out he's not only this ace medical student but also volunteers at orphanages in his spare time,,, he also founded this medical start up but the rumour is that he donates all his earnings to said orphanages
dami is All Soft at this point because she grew up in an orphanage
dami signs up for the volunteer roster for the next week, and when she arrives and sees jiun playing and laughing with the children - her heart feels so full she thinks it might burst
dami reads a storybook to a group of children and does not notice that jiun is just staring at her with like gigantic Heart Eyes
jiun asks her out for coffee after the volunteering session is over,,, and things just,,,, happen from there
jiun kisses her first, and then pulls back, all shy and hesitant, and hwi just shoves him to the wall and kisses him back with all her might because she's been thinking about doing this all day
jiun is 1) surprised, 2) very into this
they start going out after that but they keep it a secret because turns out jiun's dad is some important, vaguely terrifying dude and jiun dating would definitely make it onto society gossip pages
jiun 120% wears giant, extremely fluffy and comfy looking sweaters, and dami is Tiny and Mad because the sweaters make him extra huggable but no one can find out they are Dating™
dami wakes up first in the mornings because she is definitely the kind of person who wakes up at 5am and completes a whole workout routine before beginning her day
good things about waking up earlier: she gets to watch her Beautiful Boyfriend sleep
bad things about waking up earlier: she has to untangle herself from her boyfriend's extremely long limbs while he tries to cling to her in his sleep
dami will literally be 80% done with her essay by the time jiun stumbles into the kitchen looking still mostly asleep. (whispering: jiun with messy bed hair!!!!!)
on their first anniversary, they head back to the lake where they first met and jiun gently tells dami that he wants to be someone who will never fail to be by her side whenever she needs him most, and dami has never heard anyone say anything more romantic in her entire life. and no, she's not crying, there's just something in her eye!!!!
(Bonus: they kiss. daddy jung comes into the university to guest lecture and walks in on them. oops.)
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blobbyclouds · 3 years
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hey could you a link and sidon with a reader during an argument of some sort? also love your blog (could you add some fluff in the end?) hcs would be gr8 💕
Sorry for the long wait, I’m just a wee bit awkward writing anything that isn’t pure utter fluff :’)
warnings: none!
-Link-
In all frankness, arguments with Link are the absolute worse
His facial expression ices over so that even you, who can usually read him so well, can’t decipher how he feels. He becomes quieter than he already is, and if you’re in public while this argument is happening? He’s dead silent, won’t even look at you
The one plus is that he’d never raise his voice at you or lift a finger in your direction… like ever. So if you get jumpy in arguments like that, you wouldn’t have to worry about that I guess
It’s not that he hates you, it’s that he hates arguing and everything about it. He completely blames himself for whatever happened to cause the argument and make you upset
Also, knowing Link, this argument likely has something to do with him being over protective of you, being reckless, or his responsibilities as a guard and champion — somewhere in that ballpark
He tries to insist that it’s necessary, that he has to do this to protect you and everyone. That he isn’t being over protective — while he does trust you, there are dangers you don’t understand that he must keep you away from. He can partially see your logic but still... the idea of something happening to you is terrifying
And eventually you storm away, leaving him with a hole in his chest and internally beating himself up for being so bad with his words
Link will give you a bit of space, but he can’t handle more than a few hours before he feels like the guilt will eat him alive
He picks you a few flowers to make up for it. It’s not too over the top, just a few wildflowers he knows you like. He rehearses his apology in his head as he walks up to your room, and with how slow and careful they are, you know he means them
You end up cutting him off because he’s being way too hard on himself, and after giving him a kiss on the cheek, you agree to talk things out
-Prince Sidon-
You know disagreements are going to happen when you’re different species, especially when one of you is royalty. Still, arguments are uncommon for the two of you with how cheerful and diplomatic Sidon is and your own demeanor. But no one is immune
Sidon is passionate, so when you do argue, he gets really into it. Whether the argument is about his royal duties or something you do, he cares, for better or worse
He does his best to keep his voice down and not yell or make his movements to large because he’s so much larger than you he’s worried of intimidating you -- no matter what, you need to know you’re safe with him
If you ever so much as flinch at him though, the argument ends right there no questions asked. He’ll scoop you into his arms and apologize a million times for whatever he did to frighten you
Anyway — Sidon tries, he really does try to understand you and make you understand, but the argument just drags on and on, and he’s just getting more and more upset at you and himself and this entire situation. Until one of you reaches a breaking point, snaps, and storms out
Let me tell you, the INSTANT guilt Sidon feels is awful, like a punch to the gut. Just two seconds after the door closes behind you, he regrets everything he did
There’s a pretty good chance that he’ll rush after you, apologizing and wanting to talk things through once you’ve both calmed down
But if he’s really upset or knows you need space, he’ll make himself wait. He’ll often go swim a bit to burn off any extra energy he may have and take his mind off his guilt 
When you make up to one another, he tends to ramble because he wants to make it very clear he isn’t upset. It’s sweet, honestly. He hates having conflict with his loved ones, so when he holds your hands in his and promises to do whatever he can to make up for what happened, you know it’s genuine
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olivyh · 3 years
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TWST FAMILY HCS PT2) Savanaclaw and Octavinelle
Feel free to tack on your own Hc’s too!!! I love reading what other people think and how their view of the characters and of Twisted Wonderland in general change from person to person!!!
Savanaclaw:
Leona:
-Farena: We already know Leona describes his brother as being carefree and relaxed, but deep under that I think he’s a deeply intelligent man (how can you run a kingdom and be stupid?). He tries his best to make time in his schedule for his wife and child, and even try to get bonding tike with his younger brother (which never works out well). He tries to teach Cheka as much as he can, often giving him little life lessons while they play games. He’s a very kind and straightforward man, often being blunt when he doesn’t mean to. He stands a little taller than Leona, with Orange hair similar to Chekas. He keeps his hair tied out of his face as much as he can.
-Sister-in-law Kingscholar: A strong and confident woman, not afraid to speak her mind when she wants to. She’s blunt and she’d let you know about it. She’s also very kind in her own way, often dragging Leona off and trying to have serious talks with him, which he appreciates but doesn’t show. She adores Cheka and often spoils him without meaning to, and will spoil Leona too (but indirectly in a way similar to Ace’s father’s). Also very intelligent and good at reading people. I think she stands a little shorter than Leona, but she holds herself higher, and he slouches, so it looks as if they’re the same height. She has long yellow hair (again, similar to the ends of Cheka’s) that she often ties back as well.
-Cheka: We already know him, so heres a few Hcs!: He sometimes asks his mother to do his hair the same way as Leona’s, and tries to do everything like him (such as standing like him, trying to deepen his voice to sound like him, throwing sand at various objects in the castle yelling “King’s Roar!!”)
Ruggie:
-Grandma Bucchi: As he said himself, a stern and prideful woman. I think she’d be on the stricter side, having to teach Ruggie how to survive rather than him having to face those hard truths alone. She likely stands a lot shorter, likely 5’0 (sorry to anyone whos that height), than most other beastwomen. She’s a lot physically stronger than she looks, often still trying to pick Ruggie up at his age. She tries to spoil him when she can, trying to make him relax after working and taking over the household chores (which he declines, still cleaning up when she’s not looking- which earns him a smack to the head with a broom). She’s also a prankster, quietly jumping out from corners and scaring Ruggie or one of the other children. I think she feels a lot of regret over seeing Ruggie grow up so fast in the environment that he had, but she’s the proudest grandma ever. Whenever he sends pictures back she boasts to everyone at home (“See that! That’s my grandson’s school! See that there! He plays magift and is one of the best on the team! Look there! He’s got those nice ceremony robes!”), and even boasts about him with what little baby pictures they have (“See him walking at such a young age? Isn’t he so strong?”) Will never stop talking about her grandson, ever.
-Neighborhood kids: I think they’re like little siblings to Ruggie, so I’m adding them. They try to tale over what Ruggie did when he was at home, helping people fix up their houses or entertaining the baby hyenas when their mothers have other things to do. They also leave gifts to Ruggie when he comes back, between little dolls they made, bracelets they thought he’d like, charms, or pretty rocks and leaves. He keeps all of the gifts, no matter how small.
-His mom (bc the poor woman deserves a spot)(Poor meaning unfortunate)(The more i think abt it, both. It means both. Bad time?): I think she looked a lot like him, but with brighter blue eyes than his. She was definitely a prankster at heart, leaving clever traps behind for any poor soul to get stuck in. She was a very hardworker much like her son, taking on any task she could find to help out her mother. I think she’d try to leave as much behind for Ruggie as she could, which would include little notes and scribbles about how she was feeling throughout her pregnancy and how excited she was for him. Ruggie also kept all of those safe and sound, in a small box he keeps in the corner of his room.
(Can you guess who my fav chara is?)
Jack:
-Grandma & Grandpa Howl: A very loving couple, who always make time out of their schedule for their grandchildren, whether it be for school events, emergencies, or if any one of them want to come by and talk. They met when Grandpa Howl got lost and wandered by Grandma Howl’s family’s cabin (which happens to be the one they, and the rest of the family, still live in to this day) and he spent the night. I think they fell in love at first sight :’)
-Mama Howl: A very soft and loving beastwoman who is willing to sacrifice anything for her children. She is often strict, and sometimes a chatterbox, but she always reminds her children to stay safe and that she loves them. She always pats their head or cheek when she walks by, even if she has to reach a little to plant a kiss on Jack’s forehead. I think her hair would be a little darker grey, and she’d definitely be a little more muscular and taller, reaching six ft one when standing straight up. She’d have the same yellow eyes as Jack, and her hair would be cropped shorter due to her still moving around a lot.
-Papa Howl: Very similar to Jack personality and appearance wise. He stands an inch or two shorter than Jack, but is still very muscular due to working around the house and in the woods (chopping wood for the campfire, dragging around tools, carrying three wolf pups at a time in his younger days (only one now wants to be carried, which hurts the poor man’s heart a bit)
-Baby brother Howl: Huffy and a little moody, but a hard worker even if he complains while doing it most of the time. That’s often with his parents, but when he does something with Jack he doesn’t complain a bit. He’s very attached to his older brother, looking up to him for his strength and strong morals. He often compares him to superheroes and star athletes in his mind, but sometimes it slips out, resulting in one very embarrassed wolf boy and another very flattered wolf boy, ignore their wagging tails, it means nothing. I think he stands pretty tall for a preteen, around 5’7-5’8 and growing taller by the day. Same hair and eye color as Jack. Acts like he doesn’t like to play games with his younger sister but will never turn down a game of tag.
-Baby sister Howl: An absolute sweetheart. She just wants the best for her family and will do whatever she can to make what they want happen. Jack is hungry? Good thing she made her special dessert (it’s a poptart with whipped cream messily piled on top with sprinkles and literal sugar cubed wedged in it, but don’t tell her you don’t like it, please she’d actually bawl). Her other older brother is tired? She can get him extra blankets! Mama needs help cleaning? She can mop (she really just throws water on the floor and praises herself for a job well done). Papa need to cut wood? She can- no, she can’t. Please don’t give her an axe. She’ll cheer him from the sidelines with a song she made up just for him instead! She has their mother’s grey hair and father’s dark brown eyes, and loves to do her hair like the princesses she sees on Tv! (Yes, Jack will wear a too-small dress and Tiara if his sister wants to play princess. No, he will not let anyone take pictures.)
Octavinelle:
Tweels:
-Mama Leech: At first glance, a very kind woman with soft eyes. Willing to open her arms to anyone who might need help. Then, a terrifying grin similar to Floyd’s as that poor unfortunate soul realizes the trap they’d been thrown in. She’s very kind and patient towards both her boys and husband, as well as their friends (even of she is on guard near their friends, throwing a few hollow threats to see if it’d scare them away)(She doesn’t like to share her babies). She dotes on the tweels as much as possible, indulging im whatever curiosity they may have. Floyd wants to know what going through riptide is like? They leave tomorrow to find one. Jade wants to know more about life on land? She’ll find as many books as possible and ask (threaten) people for their land belongings. She knows when too far is too far though, and is very skilled at reeling the boys back in if they get to that point. Will always call them her little guppies, no matter how big they get. I think she’d have a teal bob on top, with the underside of her hair being black (which makes her hair look color changing when she swims). Im her human form shes only a few inches shorter than her boys, ranging around the same as Jack’s mother.
-Papa Leech: The definition of old Hollywood New York mob boss. Strict and blunt about his interests and problems, and not afraid to cause any problems if provoked. When the tweels were younger and they’d wrestle and bite at him, he’d throw them off him easily, telling them they need to work to beat him, even if he was impressed by their teamwork at first. Will die to protect his family, and was likely put in that position many times in the past due to his uh… business. He values his wife and children more than anything, and has done everything in his power in the past to protect them from harm. When they went to NRC at first, he felt defeated and almost wanted to beg them to stay safe with him (not that his pride would allow it).(Both the tweels can see through his facade easily)
Azul:
-Grandma ‘grotto: A very stern and prim octomermaid. What she says goes in the Ashengrotto house, and she often catches herself making unnecessary comments. She does apologize. Also a very loving grandmother towards Azul, often babying him whenever possible (doing the classic “you’re not eating enough here take some more” grandma move)(She will smooch his face whenever possible when there are no business clients nearby). Tries to boost his confidence since she knew about what was happening to him (Chances are she went through the same thing- being an octomer as well) and dod her best to protect him and make him happy. She taught him how to write with his tentacles and encouraged him to do his best in everything he does.
-Mama ‘grotto: Another businesslady in the front absolute softie in the back situation. Adores her son and is incredibly proud of how far he’s come.I think she looks identical to Azul, but more heavyset and, of course, female. She coddled Azul as much as possible, which worked out well with baby Azul’s clingy nature. She had no shame in walking around with the little guy stuck to her (unless he smacked a tentacle to her face when she was working on her restaurant), and made sure everyone knew what a good boy he was. She would show pictures to everyone (similar to Ruggie’s grandma), but respects his wishes in wanting to hide pictures of his past. She still shows anyone who asks pictures of him at NRC (compliments to the twins, who send her updates when her son is busy), and will tell everyone how smart he is and how much he’s grown.
-Step-Papa grotto: A very professional man in every aspect of his life, which stretches to his relationship with his stepson. When he learns about the contracts and Azuls UM, he’s over the moon with how happy he is. He swam around with a little more pep than usual, flicking his tail and flaring out his fins the more and more Azul told him. He helps him reword and format his contracts to his advantage, and is always willing to talk with him about Mostro Lounge or (on rare occasion) some memories before Step papa Ashengrotto met Mama Ashengrotto (which always make him happy that Azul trusts him enough). I think he’d be a pretty generic looking Mer, with an average looking tail and such
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thatshithurted8 · 4 years
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Fuck & Make Up
Summary: The Pogues devise a plan for you and JJ to stop hating each other. However, this plan involves leaving you two alone on Heyward’s boat in the middle of the marsh.
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: SMUT, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it,) mentions of bullying, and smoking.
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You and Pope pull up to Heywards boat that was anchored in the middle of the marsh. John B called you saying that they needed their help since the engine stopped working for some reason. Without hesitating you of course agreed to help your friends. 
As you walk onto the boat you see Kie and John B crouched down near the engine trying to fix it. With a closer look around the boat you realize that JJ wasn’t there, which you were completely fine with. You two have never gotten along so a moment without JJ was a moment of peace. 
“Did you guys check the plugs?” You ask bending down beside your friends who were handing the tools over to you. 
“No you should check those.” Kiara says as her and John B slowly walk over to the HMS pogue without you noticing. 
You furrow your eyebrows as you examine the machinery in front of you and realize it was completely fine. “Guys it’s fine.” You say standing up, but you drop the screwdriver you were holding once you see John B and Kiara jumping off of the boat and swimming towards the boat Pope was in. 
“Where are you guys going?” You ask walking over to the edge of the boat, but your thoughts were interrupted when you hear a banging sound come from the lower level of the boat. You walk over and lift the hatch to reveal the one person you couldn’t stand. JJ Maybank. 
JJ’s eyes widen when he comes face to face with you. “Oh hell no.” He says coming out from the lower level as he hears the engine start to the HMS Pogue. However, he was too late, the small boat started to move farther and farther away from the two teens. John B raised his hand and dangled the pair of keys to Heywards boat in the air. 
“Fuck them.” You scoff, folding your arms while watching the small boat disappear in the distance. 
JJ turns and looks at you with an amused expression on his face. Yea he didn’t want to be there to hear you complain about him just existing, but it wasn’t the end of the world. “I can’t be that bad.” He says following you into the control area. 
“Yes you are!” You exclaim, opening and closing drawers in hopes of finding a spare key to start the boat. As you did this JJ leaned against the door frame while getting a perfect few of your ass bent over. He quickly looks away when you stand up and turn around with a defeated expression on your face. 
The blond has always thought you were attractive, but if you were rude on the inside you were ugly on the outside. Little did he know you thought the same thing about him, but you knew never in a million years you would admit that. It would only boost JJ’s already large ego and you would never hear the end of it. 
“Fuck this shit.” You say pushing JJ out of the way and walking to the front of the boat to sit down and wallow in your self pity. 
You have a few minutes of peace by yourself before JJ walks over to you and sits down. He scoots close to you, causing you to move over a bit, but you couldn’t help, but acknowledge how good the boy beside you smelt. 
“You know Y/N.” JJ says causing you to look over at him while he focuses on rolling a joint. “I want to be friends, but clearly you can’t get over the fact that I bullied you in middle school.” 
Rolling your eyes, you scoff and fold your arms against your chest. “More like tormented.” You retort, thinking back to the days young JJ Maybank bullied you every chance he got. 
When you became close with Pope and then got re-introduced to the rest of the group you were hoping JJ had changed. However your hopes went to shit when JJ saw you standing beside Pope in the Chateau. “Hey guys look it’s pickle!”  The nickname originated when you had an allergic reaction to one on your sandwich during lunch one day. Young JJ made one of your most terrifying moments a joke around the school. Since that day in middle school you have held a grudge against the Maybank boy for being so cruel to you.
“I wasn’t that mean to you.” 
Once again you scoff, not believing the words coming out of JJ’s mouth. “Yea making me hate everything about myself when I was 12 and 13 wasn’t mean.” You say remembering the nights you would cry yourself to sleep remembering JJ’s mean comments about your body.
JJ’s eyes widen at your bold statement, but he could tell you were telling him the truth. He instantly felt bad especially knowing that wasn’t his younger self’s intentions. Far from it actually. 
The blue eyed boy sighs and looks over at you, finishing rolling the joint. “The reason why I bullied you all the time was because I liked you and I was jealous that you liked Rafe. Thinking back now, trying to get you to like me back by being an asshole to you wasn’t the best plan. So I’m sorry for that Y/N.” 
You look over at him, surprised that after all of these years he apologized for his past actions. You could tell that he was being genuinely serious too. 
“Don’t worry though, my picking up girls skills weren’t good back then, but trust me they are now.” He says winking at you and handing you the unlit joint. 
You hesitate not knowing if you should take it or not. Taking it would mean that you would be forgiving him even though you still have insecurities to this day because of things he said to you as a child, but not taking it wouldn’t solve anything. 
“Fuck off Maybank.” You say before ultimately deciding to take it, with a small smile on your face. 
“Look a shooting star!” You say pointing up at the night sky taking a puff from a freshly lit joint. 
“Where?” JJ asks looking up at the sky then back at you when he couldn’t find it. 
“There.” You say blowing the smoke out of your mouth and into his face. 
JJ blows the smoke away with his hand, an amused expression visible on his face. He takes the joint from your small hand and puts it in his mouth. You watch as he inhales it and you can’t help, but notice the tingly feeling in your core. JJ Maybank was already attractive, but the way he smoked the weed under the moonlight made you feel a certain way. When you realize what you were thinking about, you brush your thoughts off as you just being high, but you hadn’t actually smoked a lot. 
Your thoughts are interrupted when JJ copies you and blows the smoke out of his mouth and into your face causing you to giggle. The blond does it again, simply so he could hear you laugh. 
To your surprise being stranded on a boat for a night your middle school bully wasn’t actually that bad. After JJ opened up to you and apologized for his past actions you both started opening up to each other and started to act like actual friends. Five minutes go by while you two keep on passing the joint back and forth while blowing the smoke into each other’s faces. 
“Wait. I have an idea.” JJ says taking the joint from you once again and inhaling the substance. You watch with parted lips as the boy beside you moves in closer to blow the smoke into your face, but you instantly freeze when JJ places his lips on yours, blowing the smoke into your mouth this time. 
JJ pulls away and instantly regrets doing what he just did, by your reaction. You sat frozen and wide eyed, not being able to register what just happened. 
“Shit. Sorry Y/N I shouldn’t have done that. The weed just makes me frisky I guess.” The boy says looking down at the joint in between his fingers. However, he wasn’t actually that high. 
Thousands of thoughts swarmed your mind as you finally realized what happened. Impulsively you act on the tingly feeling in your core and you place your lips back against JJ’s. To say JJ was shocked was an understatement, but he was quick to kiss you back, his free hand caressing your cheek.
“I’m not that high.” You say pulling away and starring into his blue eyes that looked a lot darker than normal. 
“Good cause I’m not either.” He says throwing the roach of the joint somewhere on the boat and pulling you onto his lap while kissing you again. 
This kiss was a lot deeper and passionate. JJ bites your bottom lip, causing you to moan. He takes this opportunity and inserts his tongue into your mouth. You let his tongue explore your mouth before he pulls away and moves your hair out of the way. 
His head dips down to your throat where he sucks mercilessly on the sensitive skin. You move your head to the side instinctively to give JJ more access. As he bites softly at your soft skin, before placing wet kisses along the places he was leaving hickeys. 
“Fuck JJ.” You moan grinding into his lap. His large calloused hands wander along your body as you do so, one of his hands land on your ass and one on your breast. He squeezes your ass, continuing to leave red marks down your neck to the hem of your bikini top. 
You continue to grind in his lap and by now you could feel his prominent member against your inner thigh. JJ pulls away from his assault on your neck as his hand plays with the strings of your bikini top. 
“Can I?” He asks, referring to taking it off. 
You simply nod before kissing him again. Through sloppy kisses JJ was able to remove your bikini top, throwing it somewhere on the boat. His head starts to go further down your body and his mouth eventually meets your left breast. He swipes his tongue around your erected nipple while his hand goes up to give your other breast some attention. 
JJ looks up at you and finally puts your hard nipple in his mouth, sucking it. You moan while arching your back and pushing your core closer to his. Seeing you as a moaning mess in his arms only made the blond even more turned on, that and how your small fingers would run and pull on his golden locks. 
He gives your right breast the same attention with his mouth while pushing you closer to his throbbing member. “Fuck you’re so hot.” He says as you grind against him again. 
You feel his free hand travel down your body as he continues to lick and suck on your nipple. JJ’s hand ends up finding its way to the zipper of your jean shorts. He looks up at you again, asking for permission, but before he even says anything you nod your head yes. 
The Maybank boy pulls down your zipper and lies you down so he could take them off, leaving you in your revealing bikini bottoms. He hovers over you and kisses you again, his hand finding your ass and squeezing it. 
You kiss back, one of your hands in his hair the other grazing over his abs and down to bulge. JJ basically jumps at the sudden contact, but it doesn’t take long for him to start grinding into your hand while you start to palm him through his swim trunks. 
Hearing JJ groan at how you were making him feel made you spiral into another universe. The sounds coming from his mouth was music to your ears. Your hand finds the bottom of the boys shirt and you start to tug on it signalling that you wanted it off. 
He quickly takes off his shirt and instantly goes back to making you feel good. His mouth leaves your breasts and he starts to kiss down your stomach, leaving wet kisses. 
“You’re so beautiful.” He says in between kisses. JJ makes his way down your body, mumbling sweet nothings about how beautiful you looked withering underneath him. His skilled mouth stops when he reaches your inner thighs. You could feel his warm breath fanning against your core and you wanted nothing more than him to just touch you where you needed him most. 
“JJ.” You moan while biting your lip. 
He kisses your left thigh and then your right before looking up at you. “Yes beautiful?” 
“Please?” You say desperately. 
“Touch me JJ.” 
“Where?” Here?” He says placing his large hand on your breast once again. 
Rolling your eyes you grab his hand and place it on your clothed core. “Touch me here.” 
JJ liked seeing you beg for his touch. Despite there being thick fabric between your pussy and his fingers JJ could feel your wetness through the bikini. He slowly moves your bottoms down your legs with his mouth before moving back up to your core. 
“Please J-” You say being interrupted by JJ’s tongue finding it’s way into you, lapping up your juices. You let out a loud moan as you pull roughly on his hair. Your reaction only boosting JJ’s ego. 
“So wet for me beautiful.” JJ says looking up at you, making eye contact. You swore just seeing your juices on his face almost made you cum instantly.
His tongue finds your bundle of nerves, sucking it while he pushes his pointer finger inside of your cunt. JJ adds his finger and you buck your hips up to meet his mouth and fingers, but his free arm pushes you back down. 
As his fingers reach deeper and his tongue continues to work it’s magic you could feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. “Fuck JJ. I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!” You stutter. 
JJ smirks to himself while he reaches up and grasps your tit in his large hand, squeezing it. This on top of the way his tongue and fingers were thrusting in and out of you sent you into oblivion.
You let out a loud moan, arching your back as your first orgasm of the night washes over you. JJ sits up on his knees, leaving your sensitive core. You look down and see his bulge that looked like it was about to break through his shorts. 
Sitting up, you reach down towards the top of his shorts and pull them down, causing his dick to pop out, hitting his navel. You gulp looking down at him, not realizing that he was that big. 
You perch up onto your knees and meet JJ’s lips in a rough and lustful kiss. His hands instantly finding your ass before he lays you down once again. However, you sit up, flipping him over so now you were on top. 
“Look at you.” JJ says biting his lip, admiring you while bringing his fingers up to your mouth that were previously inside of you. Without any hesitation you wrap your mouth around his fingers and begin to suck. 
The image and feeling of you swiping your tongue around his fingers while hollowing out your cheeks almost makes JJ cum on the spot. You pull away, your mouth making a popping sound as his fingers leave your mouth. As you do this you continue to grind on his lap.
“Fuck that was hot.” 
You simply smirk at the boy under you before kissing him passionately and sitting back up. You wrap your small hand around JJ’s member and align it up with your entrance. JJ groans at your touch, but you two look at each other to make sure this was okay before doing anything further. 
With JJ giving you permission to continue you sink down on his cock, both of you letting out whimpers at the sensation. You wait until you are used to his size before moving. 
JJ places his hands on your hips and ass while you start to bounce up and down on his dick. Fuck was it ever hot to see you take control.
 “Just like that.” He says biting his lip, trying to contain his groans.
“You look so beautiful.” He says. The moonlight illuminating both of your sweaty bodies. You feel your cheeks heat up even more at the compliment and you continue to bounce up and down with JJ’s assistance. 
Without warning JJ quickly sits up wrapping his arms around your body before flipping you back over, his member still deep inside of you. You riding him was satisfying, but JJ couldn’t help himself from being the one directing the show. 
JJ thrusts into you and you feel him deeper than you did when you were riding him. “Keep doing that JJ!” 
Using your moans as inspiration JJ’s hips snap to meet yours at a faster pace before he throws one of your legs over his shoulder. You didn’t even realize you were that flexible until then, but you weren’t complaining. 
Your pussy pulses around JJ’s cock as he starts to thrust into you at a merciless pace. The blond reaches your g-spot and his his thumb falls between your legs, finding it’s way to your clit. 
“Holy fuck!” You moan once again. “JJ I’m going to cum.” You whine in between thrusts. 
“Then cum for me baby girl.” He whispers, biting your ear softly as his cock hits deeper and deeper inside of you. 
Without wasting anytime you allow the coil in your stomach to break for the second time that night. You scratch JJ’s back and softly bite his shoulder knowing you were going to leave marks as your second orgasm washes over you. 
JJ could feel his load building up, especially after feeling and watching you come around his cock. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your stomach, since he didn’t put on a condom. He rolls over and collapses beside you. 
“That was amazing.” He says regaining his breath and turning his head to look at you. You simply nod your head in agreement a smile appearing on your face as you meet the blond’s gaze. 
You two remain laying naked and sweaty at the front of Heywards boat just starring at each other in pure bliss. A smirk appears on JJ’s face while looking at you. 
“What?” You ask furrowing your eyebrows. 
“Clearly my plan in middle school did end up working.” He says smirking at you. 
You roll your eyes, but move closer to him so your head was resting on his chest, “Shut up Maybank.” 
A/N this was my first ever smut so let me know what you think and if you have any critiques. Positive feedback is always welcome! :)
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