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ravenslvt · 2 months

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why does your best friend’s brother have to be so hot??

☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.2) ☆

cw: smut! shower sex, pet names, porn with feelings, oral m receiving, rough sex, tension.

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“hellooo? earth to ami?” you wave your hand in front of your friend’s face. she was laser focused on her switch, music blasting in her headphones as she plays the new zelda game. she gives you one glance “yeah?” she says, pausing the game and taking off one headphone.

“i’m gonna shower. where do you keep the towels?”

“hallway closet. if not, ask rintarou” she puts her earphone back in, zoning back into her game. you sigh, walking out of her room and into the hall. she took her video games seriously. you open the cabinet, eyes squinting for a towel to use. oh great, of course the best ones were on the top row. you huff.

“what’cha doin?” a low voice rumbles from behind you. you keep yourself from practically jumping out of your skin. “jesus, rintarou. stop sneaking up on me like that!” you smack his arm playfully. he just smiles. he loved your reactions to him.

he was shirtless, skin glistening in fresh sweat. it was clear he just got done with a workout. your eyes wander down his chest.

“where’s ami?” he asks, his voice a little quieter than usual. your eyes draw back to his, raising your brows. “playing games in her room… why?” you cross your arms over your chest, looking up at the taller man. he just reaches over you to grab a towel you were looking for. he smelled like a mix of his cologne and sweat, it was dizzying.

“i wanted the pink one…” you pout as he hands you the white towel. he shrugs, taking it for himself. “i’ll take this one then.” he grabs you the pink towel you wanted, a smile growing on your face. “and what do you mean by that?” you hug the fluffy towel to your chest, your eyes raking over his handsome features.

it had been three days since you and him had your moment in the kitchen. the marks on both of you almost completley faded by now. the only thing left of that night was the lingering memory of his touch.

he grabs your hand, leading you into the big hallway bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. you carefully place the pink towel down on the spacious counter, but rintarou had other ideas.

“c’mere” he grabs you by the waist, slamming his mouth into yours, leaning you against the sink. the bathroom echoed with your small noises of enjoyment.

“always so loud” he reluctantly pulls away, making you pout. he quickly turns on the shower to cover your noise. in a flash, his mouth is back on yours. your hands go to his bare chest, pressing against his hard muscles. he smiled at this.

the hot steam of the shower slowly filled the room, reminding you of what you even came in here to do. his hands reach for your top, you help him peel it off over your head. your own nervous hands reach at his workout shorts, pushing them down his hips to leave him in his boxers. fuck, he was hard already.

“don’t wanna make a mess again, c’mon.” you clench at the memory of him fucking you on the counter downstairs just a few nights ago. once you’re both stripped completely, he makes sure your towels are close to the shower as he steps into the hot pouring water. your arms cover your chest when you follow him in, a bit self conscious. he holds your elbow to help you get under the sprinkling water.

the water poured over his head, his hair slicked to his face. you admired how good he looked with the droplets falling down his face to his neck to his chest, all the way down to his hard cock and the trimmed brown hair surrounding it.

he held your face in his hands, studying you. it made your face flush.

“you’re so pretty” his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, dragging it down before letting it go.

“you’re prettier” you reply, looking up at him blissfully. he just chuckles.

“not a chance” he leans in for another kiss, this time a little more slow and heartfelt. it made your insides feel hot when his hands move down your body. you gasp softly as his hands palm your ass, bringing you closer to him. he slowly grinded his arousal into your thigh, making you whine. you just wanted him inside already.

he groans when you take his hard cock in your hand, gently rubbing your thumb up and down the slit before stroking him, making him hiss.

“can i? please rin.” you give him pleading eyes, begging to let you suck him off in the shower. he groans.

“i don’t wanna hurt your pretty knees, baby.” his large hands comfortably rub your hips. you just roll your eyes.

“i don’t care. just want it in my mouth.” you give him a peck on his lips, then his neck, then his chest. going all the way down to the base of his cock. you lower yourself on your knees, ignoring the sting of the hard floor against your sensitive skin.

you give his head small kitten licks, focusing on the tip where you know he was most sensitive. you slowly take him into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth before taking him almost all the way in. he was just so big! your eyes watered when he hit the back of your mouth, using your small hand to wrap around the rest that wouldn’t fit.

“fuckk.” the back of his head hits the shower wall with a small thump, but he was more caught up in the pleasure of your mouth sucking him off. his hands grip your hair, making you moan around him. he curses at the vibration of your throat around him. you notice, softly humming to keep the rumble around him.

he had to hold himself back from grabbing your face and fucking your mouth, not wanting to hurt you. his hips stuttered as your mouth moved up and down his shaft, trying to copy what you've seen in videos.

your free hand reached down, rubbing your clit. you couldn’t help it, the view of him losing himself in your mouth was just too much for you to handle. you’d imagined this so many times, the taste of him. everything. you hollow your cheeks, trying to get him as deep as you could without choking.

“s-stop or i’m g-gonna cum, fuck!” he practically whines, his eyes on you. you were so wet just from his sounds. you just take him deeper, ignoring the burning ache in your jaw. you could taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue, your fingers moving in rhythm on your clit.

it takes all of his willpower, but he pulls you off of him, groaning at the string of spit and precum dripping from your mouth. you frown. he just runs his hand through your wet hair, panting.

“i wanna finish with you, baby. i’ll let you taste me properly another time, yeah?” you nod as he pulls you back up on your feet, holding you so you don’t fall from your shakey knees.

he kisses you again. god, he could do this forever. his cock was still hard, red and raging from all the stimulation. it practically twitched at the thought of being inside you again when it brushes against your wet thigh.

he grabs your hips, slamming you against the cold shower wall with pure hunger on his mind. the sight of you touching yourself while sucking him off making him almost cum at the thought. he was utterly obsessed with you.

he starts to kiss down your jaw to your neck, starting to suck small marks into your skin.

“no marks!” you scold him. he just pouts, nuzzling his head into your neck. he understood why, but he just wished he could let everyone know you were his, though he’d never admit it.

he hesitently pulls back, hiking your leg to wrap around his hip. fuck. he couldn’t tell if you were more wet from the actual water from the shower or from his touch. it was mostly from him.

he lines himself up with your hole, his tip poking at your entrance. “you ready?” he asks, rubbing his cock between your folds, making you mewl.

“yes, please just put it- fuck!” you practically scream as he sinks himself into your needy pussy, holding back a loud groan himself. you felt even better than before. or maybe he just missed your cunt so much.

“shh. you’re almost louder than the shower…” he rasped out, holding onto your hips for dear life. he started moving, setting a mouth watering pace. the way his tip brushes your g spot with every deep thrust makes your head loll back onto the shower tile.

you couldn’t tell if it was the steam from the hot shower, or the way he was pounding into you that was making you so hazy. probably both.

you couldn’t control the little whimpers and moans coming from your mouth, thankful that the shower was loud enough to cover up your small sounds.

suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a call of your name.

“what is taking you so long?! i need to shower too girl!” ami yells from outside the door. your eyes widen, rintarou immediately covering his own mouth with his hand. he was still balls deep inside of you, trusts slowing down, but not stopping.

“s-sorry! just had to wait for the water to heat up!” you shout back, she just groans.

“whatever, i’ll just use the other shower.” you could hear her voice receding down the hall. you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

“we really need to find better places to fuck.” he comments, his pace quickening again.

“you’re the one who- f-fuck- dragged me in here.” you pant, your tits bouncing at the way he fucked you against the cool tile.

“don’t act like you didn’t want this. pussys practically sucking me in.” he adds.

“fuck” he mumbles, looking down at where you two met. the way you could see the buldge of his cock through your belly everytime he entered you. he placed his hand over it.

he lowers his mouth to your tits, taking one in his mouth, gently biting and sucking, making you moan. he switches between them until he’s satisfied, making you squeeze around him.

“so fucking hot.” he growls, holding onto your leg to bring it higher so he can fuck you even deeper. he was close, his cock pulsing inside of you.

“m’ cuming!” you cried out, holding onto his shoulders for support, nails digging into his skin. you rut your hips to meet his own thrusts in absolute bliss, vision getting blurry with tears as you clench around him, his dick fitting so perfectly inside of you, making you feel so fucking good.

“right there with you, baby. w-where can i-“ he starts, his pace stuttering. his brows were furrowed in concentration.

“inside rinn, please please please!” you begged, locking your leg around his hip to bring him deeper. he moans, his hot seed filling you to the fucking brim. your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of his cock pumping cum inside of you.

he kisses you through your orgasms, swallowing all your moans along with his own. you pull away, dizzy with lust, panting heavily.

he pulls his cock out of you with a groan, the mixes of your release dripping down and washing away almost instantly in the water.

he kisses your cheek, soothing you. “let’s wash up, pretty girl.”

a/n: i’m so overwhelmed with all the support on this series!! i already have plans for the next part with a little more plot since this one was mostly smut! i do plan on basically every chapter having smut so don't worry y'all <3

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ja3hwa · 7 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒.𝐌𝐆 ♡

Intoxicated

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Your friend needed your help with trying out one of her experiments, and let's just say Mingi was about to never let you leave the bedroom ever again because of it.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 1.21k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Wolf Au. Fantasy. Suggestive.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Wolf!Mingi x Wolf!Reader [Mates]

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Scenting. Lowkey scent play. Mention of glands. Pet names. Heavy manhandling. Mingi has kinda lost his mind from lust. Oral. The reader is literally littered in teeth marks and hickeys (whoops). Unprotected sex. Videoing. Sex tape. Swearing.

Thank you, @hwasangelbaby, for requesting Mingi for this day... I'll miss you. ♡

Note : Hi. So I've been hit with some sickness over night and I didn't get time to finish this but I wanted to post something. So I'm sorry that I'm leaving you all high and dry. I promise the next one will be good. ♡♡♡

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“Just try it, trust me.” The voice of one of the she-wolves replayed in your head as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You had just had a shower, getting ready for the day when you were reminded of the perfume that was given to you for an experiment. You see Dove, the she-wolf, had been learning potion-making from Yeosang, and had asked you to be a test subject. At first, you said no, because let's face it, you weren't about to take something that could possibly hurt you, curse you or kill you. But after she explained herself, you decided to help her. So here you standing with a suspicious perfume in your hand, placing it slowly on the spots she mentioned, ‘Place it on your glands, wrists and just behind your ear’.

“Okay…” You sighed to yourself, rubbing in the liquid. Now, what might this do, you may ask, according to Dove it was a pheromone enhancer, a chemical to open your mating glands and potentially helps you find your soul mate quicker. But before Dove gives this to an un-mated creature, she wanted to see if mates would still become more crazed by said smell. So she asked you, since you were mated to Song Mingi, one of the guards and a member of the leader circle, she knew his reaction would be worth it.

Mingi was expected home any minute, and honestly, you were shaking with nerves. You didn’t know what the smell would do and worry clouded your judgement. And what’s worse was you couldn’t smell it yourself. Since the liquid was unscented and only activated with your scent you have no clue what it smelt like on yourself since it's your own scent. So you sat in your matching shorts and shirt PJ set with little pink hearts as buttons on the front of it. Your fingers were tangled in the hem of your shorts fiddling with the fabric until you suddenly heard a deep voice echo through the home.

“Darling I’m Hom―.” He quickly cut himself off at the sudden whiff of the most intoxicated, sweet scent. It was like his brain cut off, leaving one the animal nature conscious. He began to stalk the bedroom. You couldn’t hear a thing given he was like a silent stalker, only letting his prey know he was there when it was too late.

“Mingi...Is that you?” You gulped having heard your lover's voice before it was strangely cut off. Was he okay? Can he already smell you? What if he left thinking it smelt bad? A million reasons slipped in and out of your mind making you go to stand up but before you could do anything a large snarl and broad figure appeared in the bedroom door frame. “M-Min…”

Mingi rumbled lowly, making your wolf cry out for his. You instantly felt the urge to strip yourself for him, let him have his way with you. But you stayed still awaiting for your lover to speak. He took only three large steps to reach you on the edge of the bed. You could finally see his features and it only made you whimper seeing his eyes were pitch. Dark with lust, and his nose flared taking in more of your scent. Your hand slowly moved to grab his and the minute your fingers grazed his palm he snapped. His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you up while his other arm gripped around your waist, holding your body flush against him. His nose brushes against your bond mark, the mark that symbolizes you were his and he, yours. He took a big inhale, taking in your new enhanced scent.

“My pretty little wolf.” was all he said before gripping the front of your top and ripping all the buttons open, making them scatter everywhere. His mouth latches onto your mark, biting down, hard, making you scream out in the sudden painful pleasure. He grunted against your skin pulling away to see a new mark on top of the old scared one. He wanted to do it more, make you riddled in his love bits, hickeys…. teeth marks. The sheer idea of his teeth marks all over your smooth figure made his blood go straight to his cock. “Mine.”

He lifted you up to kiss along your bare collarbone, nibbling slightly on the top of your exposed beasts. You were standing on your tiptoes so he could reach your nipples, suckling them with care. To say you were in an awkward position was an understatement but you stayed like that purely for Mingi’s pleasure and as his hands snaked onto either side of your hips letting him rut his erection against your tummy. You knew you needed to move. “Min..B-bed.”

He grunted in response, removing his lips from you, lifting his hands onto his own hips so he could watch you crawl onto the bed. You never broke eye contact with him, slipping off your shorts and panties, you spread your legs so he could get a good view of your soaking core. His eyes danced over your body feeling proud of the hickeys he had left on your chest and neck, but he needed more. More bites, make you covered in him. He pounced on you in an instant, biting any part of skin he could reach in a short amount of time. He sinks his teeth into your flesh, sucking lightly, then licking the wound before moving on. Repeating that process over and over until you were covered in bite marks and harsh red love bites everywhere. “Mingi…Mingi please.” You squirmed, feeling the soreness of the bites but you couldn’t have it any other way. The feeling of each mark aching and the desire to show them off to the world made your head spin.

“My little wolf. So pretty, all marked up.” He bent down to give your thighs a soft kiss, but his hunger surged through him and your scent was driving him crazy. You whimpered feeling his hot breath pool against your pussy. You didn’t realize he was so close to your core until his hot tongue licked a long strip along your folds. “Yours so wet and I haven’t even fucked you yet. You enjoy being covered in my marks. You a dirty little girl hmm?”

His words made your head spin and his lips on your sensitive bud made you lose control. “Mingi, please. just fuck me, do something p-please.”

He chuckled sitting up, letting you go, so he could sit on his calves staring at you. “My god, as if you couldn’t get any more beautiful.” He leaned over your frame grabbing your phone off the counter before opening the camera. “I wanna remember these marks, so when they’re healed I can mark you up. Again….” He took a photo, “And again...” He unzipped his jeans letting his cock out so it could brush against your puffy pussy, then he presses record. “and f-fuck again…” He sunk deep in your cunt groaning out while he recorded his cock slipping in and out. He kept the camera on the way your chest bounced and the marks and hickeys painting you like an art piece.

His art piece.

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prodbymaui · 1 year

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Dinner Served

hmm, I got a really big problem

PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader

GENRE: pure filth, public sex, oral sex (giving)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k+ words

SYNOPSIS: already in a dinner with your boyfriend, yet you still craves for something else.

A/N: 'golden hour' got my brain all mush up, enjoy this 1k+ words about pure filth with the one and only, mark lee. stream golden hour and happy reading, everyone!

A fancy dinner at a 5-michelin stars restaurant, something that one could expect from the one and only, Mark Lee, the ever so romantic man most people would do anything to be with. Too bad for them because clearly, the man they desperately desires only have his eyes fixated on you, full of love and adoration.

''We'll have creamed spinach stuffed salmon, smothered filet mignon and a bottle of wine for now,'' Giving the waiter a small smile, Mark dismisses him. He taps away on his phone, eyebrows scrunch to the center in concentration.

''Look-- we're nearing to finish my new single, kinda going through the concepts I want on the music video right now,'' The screen tells you how much progress was made, making you smile in a proud manner. ''What are your plans for the music video?''

Mark doesn't hesitate to go on about his plans and all, why would he? You've always made sure that your boyfriend won't be wary of crossing the 'talking too much' boundaries whenever he excitedly shares his adventures on his job. You love to see and hear him ramble about it, even though most of the time you can't understand anything.

Though, as much as you love the way he's so dedicated about his music, sometimes, the extreme passion results to the lack of attention towards you. It's not like you want him to choose you over his passion, no. You just couldn't prevent the feeling of longing.

Throughout, you nod at him and give comments or questions as interest pricked you from time to time. Now that Mark is distracted on his phone while he searches yet another story or TMI to tell you, you take in his appearance. Wearing his black dress shirt tucked in to his black jeans, watch and rings dawning his wrist and fingers, his quite long blonde hair braided on one side-- letting the other side falls naturally. You thank every possible gods and deities to exists that you are the lucky one to have Mark Lee as your lover.

''Oh,'' Flinching in a faux surprise, the spoon hitting the floor makes a slight tud sound, catching Mark's attention. You get off your chair to pick it up under the table, getting on your knees as you hold on to the hem of your dress, preventing it to ride up.

''Get back, babe. We'll just ask the waiter for a new one.''

''It's okay, I could just wipe it with the napkin,'' You rumble a chuckle when you hear a sound of disgust from Mark, taking back what you said, informing him that it's just a joke. You catch a glimpse of Mark's blonde strand peeking at you from under the table slightly.

''Have you found it?''

''Yeah, I found it,'' Shoving your face at the clothed crotch, you lap the outline of his dick, smiling against it when you feel him jerk, enjoying the reaction.

He gulps, eyes wavering as it roams around the place, observing the different groups of people who's busy chatting and eating. They seem to be indifferent to what's happening around them. Mark sighs, closing his eyes for a quick second before he turns his attention back on you. ''Just be quick, please?''

''Babe-- what do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of there!'' He whispered but in a shouting manner, afraid that people might notice and see your face situated right in front of his dick. Humming in stubbornness, you fondle the bump, looking up and batting your eyes innocently at Mark when he lifts up the table cloth, cursing when his dark eyes meets your doe ones.

Your lips curves to form a cheeky smile, fingers working their way to open his pants and pull down the zipper, you place a gentle kiss to the certain area which you assumes his tip. Mark, himself, pulls down the front part of his jeans, revealing his near-hard shaft, waiting to be devoured.

Taking the cock in your hands, you move to lick from his balls to the slit of his tip, wiggling your tongue with a weak attempt to dig in the parting line. Giving you a last look, Mark fixes the table cloth, enough to cover your figure and slouches, enabling you to have a much better and easier access.

You suckle the tip lightly, spitting to have it wet. It is when you realizes that you don't have much time before the waiter comes back with your food and wine, so you relaxes your throat, opening your mouth widely enough as you take him fully.

Mark must've been sensitive because his hands travels down to grasps the back of your neck, his hips thrusting upwards slightly as he tries to cut your process of prolonging the activity. You closes your eyes shut, bobbing up and down while you adjusts to his girth, feeling his thighs flexing against your cheeks.

The dick is long enough that you have to use your hand to cover the rest of its length, pumping and circling it, matching the pace of your mouth. With the cock being wet enough, you stays on the head, mouthing and sucking it eagerly, as if you have little to no patience of having his release on your tongue. You let your hands do the work for the remaining length, biting your lip when you see the color of your lipstick staining his cock a bit.

Taking a breath, tears that prickles your eyes earlier finally escapes your lids, running down your cheeks as you push Mark's shaft inside your throat again, reaching the farthest that you can. Oh how you wish you could see your lover's expressions right now. If things are different, Mark will be cursing and whining loudly, his hand will be gripping your hair in a ponytail as he fucks your mouth.

But you're in a public place right now, and he can't do what he usually does, giving you the upper hand and power to control him because what can he possibly do? Thrust his hips feverishly while he holds your head in place and risk the public seeing their dear romantic boyfriend material, Mark Lee, railing his lover's mouth like it's her pussy?

Of course, he wouldn't do that. So you take advantage of it, pressing your nose near into his pelvis, pulling off of him as you passes the work to your hands again, moving your lips to take in one side of his balls, wetting it while you let your tongue taste his flavor, closing your eyes.

Your cheeks makes a contact with the spit on his cock, smearing it messily at the right side of your face. The mixture of saliva and tears on the surface of your skin feels so fucking dirty but that's what makes it hot, especially that you're not caged in the four corners of your bedroom, the possibility of someone noticing your figure under the table stirs the feeling of thrill inside you and Mark.

It isn't that long before your boyfriend tightens his grip on the back of your neck, signalling the nearing of his release. Yet the odds seems to not favor Mark right now as your ears rings at the footsteps you're sure is coming your way, pulling off of Mark completely as you sit back on your chair, fixing yourself before someone comes.

The activity would've been naturally pulled off if Mark didn't let his usual awkward and nervous persona take over him, fully giving it away as the waiter's eyes widens, clearing his throat while he tries to stop the stuttering when he places the foods and wine on your table. Smiling at him, you say your thank yous.

''Can I get a new spoon, please? And here's your tip, I apologize for the trouble,'' The waiter have no choice but to nod, hoping he wouldn't see the same scenario when he comes back with your new spoon.

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1800jjbarnes · 7 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒 : 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

Intoxicated

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Wanda needed your help with trying out one of her experiments, and let's just say Steve was about to never let you leave the bedroom ever again because of it.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 1.21k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Wolf Au. Fantasy. Suggestive.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Alpha!Steve x Luna!Reader [SoulMates]

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Scenting. Lowkey scent play. Mention of glands. Pet names. Heavy manhandling. Steve has kinda lost his mind from lust. Oral. The reader is literally littered in teeth marks and hickeys (whoops). Unprotected sex. Videoing. Sex tape. Swearing.

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“Just try it, trust me.” The voice of one of the she-wolves and your friend Wanda's voice replayed in your head as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You had just had a shower, getting ready for the day when you were reminded of the perfume that was given to you for an experiment. You see, Wanda had been learning potion-making from Bruce and had asked you to be a test subject. At first, you said no, because let's face it, you weren't about to take something that could possibly hurt you, curse you, or kill you. But after she explained herself, you decided to help her. So here you standing with a suspicious perfume in your hand, placing it slowly on the spots she mentioned, ‘Place it on your glands, wrists and just behind your ear’.

“Okay…” You sighed to yourself, rubbing in the liquid. Now, what might this do, you may ask, according to Wanda it was a pheromone enhancer, a chemical to open your mating glands and potentially helps you find your soul mate quicker. But before Wanda gives this to an un-mated creature, she wanted to see if mates would still become more crazed by said smell. So she asked you, since you were mated to the ruler of The Ancient Lands, Alpha Steve Rogers, she knew his reaction would be worth it.

Steve was expected home any minute, and honestly, you were shaking with nerves. You didn’t know what the smell would do and worry clouded your judgement. And what’s worse was you couldn’t smell it yourself. Since the liquid was unscented and only activated with your scent you have no clue what it smelt like on yourself since it's your own scent. So you sat in your matching shorts and shirt PJ set with little pink hearts as buttons on the front of it. Your fingers were tangled in the hem of your shorts fiddling with the fabric until you suddenly heard a deep voice echo through the home.

“Stevie...Is that you?” You gulped having heard your lover's voice before it was strangely cut off. Was he okay? Can he already smell you? What if he left thinking it smelt bad? A million reasons slipped in and out of your mind making you go to stand up but before you could do anything a large snarl and broad figure appeared in the bedroom door frame. “S-Steve…”

Steve rumbled lowly, making your wolf cry out for his. You instantly felt the urge to strip yourself for him, let him have his way with you. But you stayed still awaiting for your lover to speak. He took only three large steps to reach you on the edge of the bed. You could finally see his features and it only made you whimper seeing his eyes were no longer blue but rather... pitch. Dark with lust, and his nose flared taking in more of your scent. Your hand slowly moved to grab his and the minute your fingers grazed his palm he snapped. His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you up while his other arm gripped around your waist, holding your body flush against him. His nose brushes against your bond mark, the mark that symbolizes you were his and he, yours. He took a big inhale, taking in your new enhanced scent.

He lifted you up to kiss along your bare collarbone, nibbling slightly on the top of your exposed beasts. You were standing on your tiptoes so he could reach your nipples, suckling them with care. To say you were in an awkward position was an understatement but you stayed like that purely for Steve's pleasure and as his hands snaked onto either side of your hips letting him rut his erection against your tummy. You knew you needed to move. “Steve...B-bed.”

He grunted in response, removing his lips from you, lifting his hands onto his own hips so he could watch you crawl onto the bed. You never broke eye contact with him, slipping off your shorts and panties. You spread your legs so he could get a good view of your soaking core. His eyes danced over your body, feeling proud of the hickeys he had left on your chest and neck, but he needed more. More bites make you covered in him. He pounced on you in an instant, biting any part of skin he could reach in a short amount of time. He sinks his teeth into your flesh, sucking lightly, then licking the wound before moving on. Repeating that process over and over until you were covered in bite marks and harsh red love bites everywhere. “Steve...Stevie please.” You squirmed, feeling the soreness of the bites, but you couldn’t have it any other way. The feeling of each mark aching and the desire to show them off to the world made your head spin.

“My little wolf. So pretty, all marked up.” He bent down to give your thighs a soft kiss, but his hunger surged through him, and your scent was driving him crazy. You whimpered feeling his hot breath pool against your pussy. You didn’t realize he was so close to your core until his hot tongue licked a long strip along your folds. “Yours so wet and I haven’t even fucked you yet. You enjoy being covered in my marks. You a dirty little girl hmm?”

His words made your head spin, and his lips on your sensitive bud made you lose control. “Steve, please. just fuck me, do something p-please.”

He chuckled, sitting up, letting you go so he could sit on his calves staring at you. “My god, as if you couldn’t get any more beautiful.” He leaned over your frame, grabbing your phone off the counter before opening the camera. “I wanna remember these marks, so when they’re healed, I can mark you up. Again….” He took a photo, “And again...” He unzipped his jeans letting his cock out so it could brush against your puffy pussy, then he presses record. “and f-fuck again…” He sunk deep in your cunt groaning out while he recorded his cock slipping in and out. He kept the camera on the way your chest bounced and the marks and hickeys painting you like an art piece.

His art piece.

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a-soft-hornytiny · 1 year

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Reaction: Asking for cuddles after a bad day.

Requested by @multidreams-and-desires

Genre: Fluff (hurt/comfort)

Pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

Warnings: bit of crying?

Notes: Thanks for the request hehe I hope this gives everyone comfort that is struggling with a bad day atm.

Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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Hongjoong:

The door locked behind you as you entered the dark living room. “Hello?” You asked into the room, only greeted by silence. You sighed. You wanted nothing more than sleep. But when you entered your room, you found something you wanted more. Hongjoong was sitting on his bed, laptop on his lap and headphones on. The reason why he didn’t hear you come in. Tears swelled in your eyes as you saw him. You didn’t even know why but seeing him was a big relief. As soon as he saw you, he closed his laptop and took off his headphones. “You’re back!” He said excitedly. You let out a deep breath before you opened your arms. You didn’t even have to say something for him to put his equipment on the ground and pull you onto him. “Do you want to talk about it?” And that’s why you loved him.

Seonghwa:

It was 6am when you came home from your nightshift. And it was a horrible one. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake at that time but you were wrong. It was your first nightshift in ages and Seonghwa had decided to be up when you come so he could make sure you were fine. And that was definitely the correct decision because as soon as you entered the apartment, you collapsed onto the ground. Your head buried in your hands, you heard footsteps approaching. Seonghwa squatted down in front of you, gently patting your head. “That bad?” You nodded. “Cuddles?” You nodded again. And without any hesitation he embraced you into his arms. As soon as you felt his warmth against your body you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. “Thank you so much..” You cried against his shoulder, you didn’t deserve him. “What to thank for? Caring about my favourite person?”

Yunho:

“Are you alright?” That question hit you hard. You had just come home from a bad day and immediately fell face first into your bed. Yunho was sitting at his desk, playing some video game. He was really concentrated so he didn’t look at you when you walked in. But by the way you walked, he noticed that something was off. And with you not answering he decided to abandon his game and turn around only to find you laying down on your bed face down. He giggled and stood up. “Can you cuddle me?” You murmured into the mattress. Without any effort, Yunho picked you up from the bed and wrapped his arms around you. Like a baby, you wrapped your arms and legs around him as he started carrying you to the living room. “It insults me that you have to ask.“

Yeosang:

No one was home when you sat down on the couch, completely defeated. God your day was awful. You were slouching into the cushions when you heard the front door open. “Yeosangie?” You called into the room, not willing to move one bit. With a curious “mhm?” Yeosang’s head popped around the corner. His hair was sticking to his forehead and sweat was rolling down his neck, making it obvious that he had just come back from the gym. “I need cuddles.” You stated as he walked into the room after taking off his shoes. “Are you sure about that?” He asked, gesturing to his sweat drenched clothes. You pouted. He giggled. He immediately lightend up your mood. “Take it off.” You responded, wiggling your eyebrows. Yeosang blushed instantly. “I’m taking a quick shower and you can smother me to death after.” He said, disappearing in the bathroom. You hadn’t even received your cuddles yet but you already felt better.

San:

“Y/n!” You heard footsteps rumble as soon as you opened the door. You took a deep breath. You were finally home and the sound of San’s voice made you feel like you were not only physically but also emotionally home. San stopped as he slid around the corner on his socks. “It’s so late where have you been!” He complained sulkingly. You tiredly smiled at him. “I’m sorry Sannie.” You answered while sloppily kicking off your shoes. You didn’t look at him for one second and he was already clinging onto you. You laughed. “Sannie, I need to take off my jacket.” He let go of you with a big pout on his face and as soon as you were done he looked at you with those big sulky sparkly eyes. “Cuddles?” You asked, not realizing how much you actually needed them yourself. San nodded enthusiastically and pulled you into the living room. Everything happened so fast that you were buried under a blanket and San before you even knew it. And suddenly tears ran down your cheeks.

Mingi:

Mingi was chilling on the living room couch watching anime when you sat down next to him. You were exhausted and wanted his attention but you were too shy to ask directly, so you just let out a big sigh in hopes of him noticing. He didn’t. You watched him from the side. His eyes were completely focused on the screen in front of him. You scooched a bit closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder. Still no reaction. Then you threw your legs over his, now partly laying on top of him. “Can I help you?” Mingi finally asked, making you pout. “I want cuddles.” You whined, causing him to pause his anime. You expected him to be annoyed but it was the opposite. Mingi didn’t even answer, he just pulled you onto him completely, your head now resting. His arms were wrapped around you as he gave you a kiss on the head. “You need to talk to me if you want something Y/n.” He scolded gently and clicked play again. You immediately raised your head to look at him pouting. “What?” He laughed. “I can watch anime and love you at the same time.”

Wooyoung:

“I’m in the kitchen!” Wooyoung called out as he heard the click of the door. But you didn’t answer. You usually did. That’s why he was confused. You were getting out of your outdoor clothes and dragged yourself into the kitchen. “Hello honey, how was your day?” He asked, mixing some ingredients on the counter while facing you with his back. You didn’t answer again. And that was when he put away what he was doing and turned around to check on you. And there you were, your face on the kitchen table, your arms slouching down. “Oh baby, is everything okay?” You shook your head. “Bad Day?" You nodded. Wooyoung sighed, walking closer to you, giving you some back pats. “I know you’re cooking but can we cuddle for a bit?” Your voice was shaking. “Absolutely.” He answered as you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind.

Jongho:

He just knew. He had a feeling that something was wrong the whole day and that feeling was confirmed when you stood in the entrance, completely drenched in rain. But Jongho was prepared. He had made hot chocolate, prepared the couch, put on your favorite tv show and didn’t hesitate to grab towels as soon as he realized it was raining. So when you arrived, he immediately dried you off, helped you out of your clothes, led you to the sofa and put the warm cup into your hands. You wanted to react and thank him but no words were leaving your mouth. Jongho wrapped you in blankets before pressing play. You loved him so much for what he was doing but you didn’t need it. All you needed was cuddles. “Jongho?” You whispered into your cup and you immediately had his full attention. “Yes? What’s wrong?” He was obviously worried. “Can we just cuddle?” You were shy to ask but there was no reason for it. Because even though he didn’t like skinship that much, he would do everything to make you feel better. And it was you, so you didn’t need to say another word before he took the hot chocolate out of your hand and wrapped his body around you.

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little-pondhead · 1 year

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Some fic because I love your au, Fenton is gender brainrot, and little baby dan cracks me up. Full disclosure, my only familiarity with DC is DP crossover fanfic, and a Batman movie I fell asleep during. (If I had a better grasp on the characters I would totally write more :(( i love interactions) also sorry for the weird spacing. Idk why tumblr did that

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There was an empty cardboard box on the table of the Justice League’s main conference room. Taped on the top flap, next to a doodle of Fenton’s logo, was a jump drive.

Heaving a sigh, Batman plugged it in and pulled up his screen on the projector. The drive, which was named “little baby dan’s evil playtime”, contained two files; WATCH_ME_FIRST.mp4 and its-a-secreeeet.pdf. He clicked on the video file, and immediately the projector filled with a blurry close-up of Fenton’s goggles.

After a moment of fiddling with the camera, Fenton stepped back, giving a cheery wave. His lab coat and goggles were a pastel pink, which was new. “Heeeeya, Bats! Whoever else is there! If you’re watching this, you probably weren’t there when I dropped the box off, aaand it’s probably empty.”

He clapped his hands together gleefully. “And Connie, if you’re there, this is payback for cussing around my daughter.” Batman was instantly relieved that Constantine wasn’t on base. Hopefully the situation wouldn’t require Constantine’s expertise. (Or any of the Justice League Dark. Fenton seemed determined to drive them all to an early grave with his casual refusal to acknowledge the supernatural air around him.)

“Now, as you’re all heroes, I’m sure you’re all familiar with the whole,” Fenton paused for a moment, as if searching for the proper words. “”You ate a burger on a Tuesday or something equally inane, and it kickstarted a series of events that led to you going insane and evil and murdering 95% of the Earth’s population and now you must fight your evil alternate self, because your time-controlling cryptid Peepaw said so,” shtick, so I’ll skip the backstory. Say hi to Dan!” Fenton grabbed the camera, and Batman quickly jotted down several notes about the concerning number of things the boy had just said.

The camera swiveled around to show Nightingale, holding a strange beast in a manner that reminded Batman of an “elongated cat meme” Nightwing had shown him when he was still a Robin. The creature bared a maw full of razor sharp fangs at the camera. Nightingale adjusted her grip to hold the creature’s paw and make it wave, which evoked a deep growl.

“Haha, he’d kill me if I did that. Dan likes Nightingale much more than he likes me.”

“Because the worst she has ever done is attempt to shoot me.”

The camera had moved, so Batman couldn’t visually confirm that the deep voice had come from the creature, but the voice didn’t match any of Fenton’s previously revealed companions. “Yeah yeah, her aim sucked back then.” Fenton gave the camera a toothy grin that was only slightly less unnerving than the creature’s. “Dan’s not technically me, he’s much more like Dani, actually, but the world would probably end again if we left him with his other... What did you call him?” Fenton glanced offscreen.

“Bane of my accursed existence.”

Fenton chucked. “The other half responsible for his existence.” Batman added more notes to his file. “So, yeah, Clocky left him with us for a bit to help along his rehab. But a certain psychologist-in-training I know says that repressing rage isn’t healthy, and even without a lot of his powers, he can wipe out most of a city in- what, an hour? We tested it. It was around an hour.”

Everyone present shared a look of deep concern. As if able to see their reaction, Fenton quickly held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t worry! Clocky reset it. Approximately zero people have died from Dan in this timeline.”

“Yet.” Came a furious rumble from off-screen.

“Yes, you’re very scary.” They heard Nightingale coo.

Fenton laughed. “Yeah, we need him- and all of you, -out of our hair for a bit while we concoct more evil plans, and you’re all the least likely to die to him, so you get to babysit! Thanks!”

He reached to shut off the camera before pausing and turning away. “Foley! Which of the furries is the one who really likes animals?”

“Man, do you realize how that sounds out of context?” Foley laughed. “I think Tim said it’s the little one. Damian?”

Fenton nodded and turned back to the camera. “Don’t let Damian try to adopt Dan. Or anyone. Dan will bite their hands off. I mean it!” To emphasize his point, he removed one of his hands.

Batman sighed and added “ability to remove limbs” to a list of Fenton’s powers.

“I’ll include a list of “tasks”” Fenton’s disembodied hand made finger quotes, “we gave Dan to keep him occupied. There’s some at the bottom for you guys. They’re mostly just blatant abuse of his powers for the sake of fun and science. I’d appreciate it if you’d let him mark things off the list and add notes on how it goes. Or you can do it. Or I can steal your cameras. Your choice.”

He thought for a second. “I think you’re supposed to leave, like, pizza money or something, but I don’t think you can get pizza delivered to space. Anyway, thanks for letting me blab your ears off while Dan’s probably committing war crimes for twelve minutes. For your sake, I hope he inherited my interest in space. Good luck! Thanks for babysitting!”

Waving with his still detached hand, Fenton ended the video. Batman closed it and opened the PDF as the few other members present murmured amongst themselves. Most of the pages were filled with a curling script Batman didn’t recognize. The fourth page had a huge, bolded header, reading JP TASKS.

The door opened and shut in half a second as the Flash burst in. “Superman!” The speedster wailed. “I can’t get this thing off of me!”

The Flash waved his arm around, sending small droplets of blood flying as he tried to dislodge the creature sinking his teeth into the speedster’s arm. Batman raised an eyebrow beneath his cowl as Superman quickly lent his super strength in attempt to pry the creature’s jaw open. Dan didn’t budge.

Well, he could certainly see the family resemblance been Fenton, Dani, and Dan. Shaking his head, he turned back to the list.

Task 1: Find Dan. He’s probably attacking someone.

He highlighted the text and crossed it out. This was going to be a long shift.

[Anon, this is me crying over the wonderful gift you have given me. You bastard.]

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"Do you think Fenton's regeneration powers extend to his..." Green Lantern frowned, trying to remember the word the kid had used but coming up blank. "I dunno. But do you think if we cut off little Dan here, he'll heal back up with no problem?" He gestured helplessly to the scene in front of him. Flash was still screeching about the beast on his arm, and now Superman and Wonder Woman were trying to pry him off. Batman was standing to the side, silently bemoaning the lack of quiet. He just wanted one peaceful shift. Just one. Please.

"I'd like to see you try, hero. And I'm not little." Dan spoke, startling all of them. His grip on Flash's arm tightened, making the speedster squeal before releasing the man and spitting out a mouthful of his blood. Batman noticed that his mouth didn't move despite the clearly spoken words. In fact, when Dan closed his mouth, it was like he didn't have one at all.

"So you do speak!" Superman marveled.

"Of course I do. I am not unintelligent, unlike you lot."

Despite his pain, Flash still made sounds of protest that everyone promptly ignored.

Superman flushed. "I just wasn't sure. It was hard to tell in the video."

"Ah, yes. The video that the Fenton menace sent you. Was there a note for me in the flash drive?"

"Uh, no." In one of his less finer moments, Green Lantern stuttered over his words and moved in front of Batman, obviously lying. Dan merely growled and flew through both men, heading straight for the giant monitor. Batman barely suppressed a shiver. Density shifting? Might as well add it to the list. He could see Martian Manhunter, who was in the back of the room, tilt his head at the display.

Dan ignored the room as he used his entire body to manipulate the computer mouse and scrolled back up to the top of the page. Staring intently at the scribbles no one could make out, the heroes could do nothing but shoot each other nervous and confused glances. More than a few of them jumped when Dan chuckled deeply. Honestly, his tiny body was at complete odds with his baritone voice.

"Maybe rehab will be fun if he's letting me do this." Dan sneered, flashing their reflections a sharp fang. No one wanted to ask what exactly he was in rehab for. The little beast turned his gaze to Batman. "You are the one called Batman, who rules the cursed city, correct?" The dark hero nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. "Excellent. You will be my chaperone for now, just as Fenton decreed it. Good luck, mortal man. Pray, I do not destroy your home a second time."

Without any time to unpack that conversation, Dan promptly disappeared from view. Some blinking text caught his attention, and Batman scrolled back down to the English text, glancing at the next few items on the list.

Task 2: Do not let Dan read his portion of this letter until you have a way to track him. There is no containing him.

Task 3: Keep him with a chaperone at all times. (If you can)

Task 4: Do not let Dan back into Gotham unless you're fine with a sudden decrease in the clown population.

Task 5: Take him for a walk in Death Valley. He likes hunting lizards.

Task 6: Make sure he goes down for his 2pm nap every day.

Task 7: He'll ask for it, but do not give him any burgers for mealtime. It upsets his stomach.

Task 8: Dan gets ONE(1) sweet after dinner before brushing his teeth. Those green pop rocks Batman always carries will do fine; he likes those. :)

A sudden alarm blared from his wristwatch, making Batman tear his eyes away from the screen, indicating an emergency at Arkham. This time, Batman actually sighed out loud. There was more to the list, but right now, he really needed to find their new charge before he killed the Joker, from the sound of it.

#pondhead replies #anon let me kiss you on the mouth (platonically)#danny phantom #little baby man danny #except he's dan #supervillain danny au #god i can't get the elongated cat meme image out of my head #you are a genius #if you didn't catch it gotham was the city he destroyed #what did fenton tell him to do you ask?#well dan is very good at hunting #causing chaos and bringing certain peoples to justice all over the world #like a reverse santa #he also gave dan permission to go buck wild on the joker if batman brought him to gotham #if batman didn't STOP his escape to gotham #that counts right?#long post #dpxdc

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cosmal · 1 year

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Baby I’m thinking about this TikTok prank I’ve seen going around where the wife tells her husband she’s going to sleep on the couch tonight, as a prank, and all I can think of is doing that to James… imagine, imagine his reaction, all like “no!” And then “wait why?” And all sad and soft about it like what happened I’ll sleep on the couch if you want space you can have the bed … ugh

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summary — you prank james. he’s way too nice.

content — james potter x fem!reader

Sirius sent you the video days ago. Viral footage of a wife telling her husband she’s sleeping on the couch for the night. He had thought it was hilarious Pls try this on james. $20 bucks he’ll cry.

You hadn’t had a proper chance until tonight. You’d had some disagreement about something so tiny, so irrelevant that you thought it was the right time. Something about rinsing out the dishes before they go in the dishwasher.

You can hear James getting ready for bed and decide to go up to your room and make a scene. He’s coming out of your ensuite, toothbrush in his mouth when he sees you pulling your pillows off the bed.

“What’re y’doing, love?” he asks over the foaming toothbrush, swallowing spit.

“Getting my stuff,” you mumble, moving to the basket by the dresser. It’s sort of foreign to be so blunt with him and for a moment you almost decide to not do it.

He takes the brush from his mouth, licking his lips to keep his spit in, “What for?”

You bundle the pillows and blankets up, “M’gonna sleep on the couch tonight.”

James leans around the corner to spit in the sink, peaking back around he says, “What?”

“I’m gonna spend the night downstairs,” you tell him again, face full of a mountain wool.

“Why?” he asks, voice all pitched up and confused.

“I just,” you stammer when he frowns, “I just need some space.”

“Oh,” he says. He steps forward and you think about stepping backwards for a moment but decide against it. You’re not cruel. “Right.”

His sad face has your stomach churning. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Wait, baby,” he says, half a tone away from frantic, “You sleep on the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

You blink. “What?”

He takes his own pillows, all stuffed up in his arms until you can’t see half of his face. You almost want to laugh. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No, James—” You press your lips into a line, holding back a bubble of laughter.

“I don’t want you sleeping on the couch,” he says, half fond, half stern. “I’ll sleep down there and we can talk in the morning.”

“James, I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay,” he smiles gently. You melt.

“No, it was just a joke,” you say quickly. “It’s okay, I’m not mad.”

James drops the pillows in his hands and they tumble off the bed, “A joke?”

“Yeah, I’m super sorry. Sirius sent me this video of this wife telling her husband she’s sleeping on the couch and he said I should try it.” Your words come out all mushed up and a little sticky. You hadn’t imagined him to react this way, you’re not sure why because he’s lovely and he’d do anything you him to. You imagine him sleeping in the backyard.

“Sirius?” he asks, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. They tremble and he bites the bottom one.

“Yeah,” you pant. You feel suddenly embarrassed. Your face heats and you cover your cheeks with your hands, pushing your fingers into your warming skin. “God, I’m sorry.”

James rounds the bed and you close your eyes. You can’t look him in the face. You’re not surprised when he wraps his arms around you, pinning your elbows into your chest.

“What did you expect me to do?” he asks softly. He sounds like he’s about to burst into a fit of laughter.

You shrug and your shoulder nudges his jaw. “I don’t know. I thought it’d be funny. I just feel bad now.”

“Sweetheart,” he coos. You feel even worse. Not as much so when his laughter rumbles up his chest.

“Stop.” You hide your face and mumble into his shirt.

He holds your head close, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop being so nice, you were supposed to argue with me or something.”

James laughs at your grumbling. “Since when do you listen to what Sirius shows you?”

“I don’t know. He bet me twenty you’d cry.”

“You wanted me to cry?” He asks incredulously.

“No, I wanted to win twenty quid!” You laugh, pulling yourself from his chest.

“Right,” he says grinning. He moves his hands to your face and you pray you don’t feel as warm as you did. He pushes his hands into your hair, thumbs pressing your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, James,” you say quietly. James has to bite back more laughter. It’s easy when you pout, he feels a bit sad.

“Christ, you’re adorable,” he laughs all things fond and sticky. You crumble. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It was a joke.”

“Okay,” you mumble, not very pleased.

He kisses your cheek until it apples. “Now let’s go get out twenty quid, huh?”

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fandomandangstlover · 7 months

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oh this man is TRAUMATIZED beyond belief. holy fuck you aren't even gonna live are you.

#my thoughts #video reaction rumbles #space science is scary in of itself. so is corporate.#fellow clone :))

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bloodwrittenballad · 9 months

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The Egg Incident | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: It turns out your husband is in fact very useful in the kitchen…

Warnings: Making out, suggestive themes, hint of smut at the end, married people banter, teasing, pranks, like one swear word? it’s short but fluffy and silly!! and not proofread!! i’m gonna list this as 18+, so minors, scram. based off a tik tok trend. okay bye <333

You saw it on tik tok, and you thought it was hilarious. Women from all over were posting videos of them using their husbands and boyfriends heads to crack eggs. It was genius, and the reactions were nothing short of amazing. You couldn’t help but imagine your own husband, Bradley, in this situation.

The mere thought already had you chuckling quietly to yourself, looking over at your sleeping husband as a smirk grew along your lips. Oh, you were so going to be trying it out in the morning. With a sigh and a small kiss to his nose, you settled in next to him for the night, cuddling into his side as an almost apology for the plan you’d be unfolding on him in the morning

Now, typically you weren’t an early riser. You liked sleeping in on your days off, but Bradley seemed to have other ideas. You woke up to your neck being pecked and tickled, no doubt by Bradley’s infamous mustache. His lips trailed gently down your shoulder as you turned to face him, a smile on your lips as you gazed upon your husbands pretty face. “Mornin’, you pretty little thing.” Bradley whispered along your skin as he continued bathing you in his love. “Morning to to you too, handsome. Someone’s in a good mood today,” you noted. “What? A man can’t show a little appreciation to his wife by waking her up with some lovin?” That had you giggling, as your hand reached up to hold his cheek. “Appreciation? Or desperation? Cause can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself this morning.” It was the truth. His hands hadn’t stopped roaming your body since the second you woke up, not that you minded of course. “Why you little-” Bradley began, but cut himself off as he lowered his mouth to yours once more.

And soon enough the two of you were in a heated make out, Bradley on top of you as he began making his way down to the needy spot between your legs. You were moaning, panting, clutching the white sheets in complete need as his jot breath fanned over your body like a sauna. And he was so close, so close to giving you what you wanted. But then- your stomach rumbled. Loudly. It sounded like a damn thunder storm, and Bradley couldn’t help but laugh at the sheepish look on your face as he began pulling away from you and stood up. You whined, making him chuckle more as he helped you out of bed. “Let’s get you some breakfast, baby, then I’ll have mine.” He said with a wink, leaving your mouth agape as he led to you the kitchen.

Once there, Bradley, of course, made himself comfy on the barstool by the counter. “What? You’re not gonna help me?” You teased with a knowing smile. Bradley wasn’t the best cook, to put it nicely. Hell, the man could hardly make toast without burning it. “I am helping!” Bradley defended, “I’m sitting here, all nice and pretty. I’m the eye candy,” he winked. And that he was, you agreed. As you looked him up and down, his abs on display as he was only wearing his boxers. With a playful scoff and shake of your head, you turned towards your fridge and began grabbing all the ingredients you needed for your breakfast. You began cooking, and once the time was right, you grabbed the eggs out of the fridge. That’s when a cheeky smile rose upon your features, as you remembered the countless tik toks you saw the night before. Your smile turned into a smirk, as you reached for a bowl and made your way towards Bradley.

Who, was watching you lovingly and was none the wiser as you padded your way up to him. You set the eggs and the bowl down, giving him a quick kiss. “Someone’s in a good mood,” Bradley copied your words from earlier, reciprocating the kiss. You had a sly smile as you said, “only because I have the best helper.” Bradley’s eyebrow quirked as you pulled away, but before he could say anything- wham!

The egg in your hand gently bounded across his forehead, “what the-” he watched as you smiled softly to yourself and mixed the egg into the bowl. “Baby, what the fu-” and then the second egg. He was left even more speechless as you walked back over to the burner, pouring the egg mixture into the pan. Your back was turned to him, so he couldn’t see the laugher you were trying to hold in as he stuttered out. “HUH?” Bradley finally croaked, and that’s when you lost it. You almost keeled over, laughing loudly as Bradley looked at you with wide and confused eyes.

“I am so lost right now, babe.” He said, walking over to your shaking with laughter figure. You sucked in a deep breath as you looked up at him, “see? now you’re not completely useless in the kitchen anymore!” You said with a small clap of your hands, before you went to turn around and focus on the stove. But before you could, Bradley was hauling you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder and matching you towards the bedroom. Not before he switched off the stove, of course.

“Bradley!” You squealed, playfully and lightly pounding your fists onto his back. “Let me down, my breakfast!” You whined, before Bradley tossed you onto the bed. “Oh baby, don’t worry, you’ll get your breakfast. Just not the one you were expecting.”

And then his boxers dropped to the floor.

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clementine-thedestroyer · 6 months

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Hello, *sigh* I keep upsetting myself with these made up situations in my head, I’m in need of some serious angst to fluff right now 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ (only if you want to write it of course🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️) a miguel x reader where reader’s in love with him and reader doesn’t want children, but assumes mig eventually does. Is already heartbroken and hasn’t even told him yet, they’re probably over, right? What if he finds another variant of Gabriella who needs a father? He’d obvi choose her 😵‍💫…….. 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ angst 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ to fluff please 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ happy endings only haha

Obvious conclusions - Miguel O’Hara x reader

Warnings/tags: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader. Reader does not want kids. Angst, fluff, mentions of breaking up. Miguel and reader are in an established relationship. Mostly what you would expect from this. Very hurt-comfort.

No, I didn’t scream over someone requesting something and actually wanting to read my writing- you did.

You had always assumed Miguel wanted kids. Because… well- obviously.

You’d walked in on him watching the old videos of him and Gabriella one to many times to just…write it off.

And- yeah. It got to you.

You love him. You love him so much. You’d move mountains for him, you’d do any and everything in your power for Miguel. This is the man you want to spend your life with…

And it was easy to forget that you couldn’t. It was easy to block out the dark voices in the back of your head reminding you that it would never work. It was easy to just love and be with him for a night.

But for every night you did, your guilt only grew.

You were misleading him- practically playing with him. you were going to break his heart. You knew he loved you too, you’d seen how he’d linger by the engagement bands any time you two were near a jewelry store.

Because one day, you’d have to tell him. One day, you’d have to tell him that you… just didn’t want kids.

Maybe he would end things right then- immediately. Or maybe it wouldn’t happen right away. Maybe he’d try to convince himself he was okay with it at first. But you knew that feeling- that dark, creeping sense of wrongness. You knew that it would build- slowly and steadily until it was too much. Until he’d finally break and tell you that he couldn’t just be okay and accept not having kids.

But either way, you’d have to tell him… and it was probably best to do before he got even more attached.

Of course, you’ve been saying that for the past two years, and it’s yet to happen. It’s easy to make excuses, and you have a lot of them… but they won’t last forever.

It all came to a head one particular summer’s night.

It had been a… rough day. Miguel had been working more than usual lately- and you had worked yourself into a bit of a fuss. It had all just- built up. And now you were face down on you and Miguel’s bed, sobbing your heart out as your mind ran wild- creating worse and worse possible reactions for when Miguel found out you didn’t want kids.

One of your friends had brought it up, actually. The two of you were talking over the phone, and they brought up you and Miguel having kids.

They weren’t trying- but their words had weighted heavy on you the entire rest of the call. When you two finally said good bye, you couldn’t do anything but collapse and sob.

Full-on ugly crying. Your pillow was soaked in tears, snot, and a bit of drool. You laid there and bawled, mourning the loss of a relationship you hadn’t even lost yet.

You hadn’t heard Miguel get home from work, you hadn’t heard him call for you as he set down his stuff, and you didn’t even hear when he tentatively cracked the bedroom door open. You only, finally, noticed his presence when he came up behind you and pulled you into a massive bear hug- his calm, soothing voice rumbling through you. “¿Amor, qué pasa?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to put up a fight and try to convince him everything was okay- the words “it’s nothing” died immediately on your lips. Because it wasn’t nothing. Miguel deserved to know- he deserved to know the truth and be allowed to move on- to move on to a woman who would happy to give him the children he so desperately wanted.

You took a second. Relishing in the love and warmth of being held in Miguel’s arms for possibly the last time. You wanted to freeze time on this moment- because you wanted anything but for Miguel to leave you, but you couldn’t keep… pretending that you wanted the same future he did.

“I-I don’t want kids!”

Once you started talking, you couldn’t stop. It was like a dam had burst inside you, and all the pent up pain was coming rushing out.

“I love you so much- I love you more than anything and I’m so sorry- I’m a liar- I led you on. I-I always knew you wanted kids, and I knew it would never work between us, but I never told you- I-I just let you assume that I wanted that too. I’m sorry Mig- I’m sorry! I-I couldn’t tell you! I didn’t know how! I-I wanted to keep you and pretend it would all work out!”

Miguel let you finish your break down, stroking your hair and holding your from behind as he listened to you lay your heart out bare for him. Once you finished, you were only crying harder. You were practically shaking in Miguel’s arm as he held you close. You were too choked up on your own tears to notice but, Miguel was looking a bit shocked.

“Sweetheart… first of all, I love you too. Second of all, where is all of this coming from?” He asked, his brow furrowed as he continued to stroke your hair.

You sniffle- coughing wetly as you choke on your own tears before managing to respond.

“I-I’ve seen you- watching t-those videos-“

Miguel cut you off, pulling you tighter against his chest and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he reassured you.

“The ones with Gabriella? Oh love… you thought I was gonna leave you if you didn’t want kids?”

You nod weakly- sniffling as Miguel continues.

“Of course not- if kids were non negotiable for me, I wouldn’t have gone nearly three years dating someone without even bringing the topic up!” - Miguel kissed you cheek, wiping away a few of your tears before nestling his face back into the crook of your neck and continuing- “I’m not going to leave you because you don’t want kids, sweetheart. Hell, I don’t even know if I want kids in the first place at all! ¡Estás trabajando sobre nada!”

“B-but Gabriella-”

Miguel once again cuts you off, giving you a quick squeeze and moving his hand to hold your waist- the other one still stroking your hair soothingly.

“But what? Gabriella isn’t my kid, and never was or will be. When I took her father’s place… it wasn’t just for her. It was what came with it… not being alone, being happy.” -Miguel pauses for a moment, swallowing thickly before continuing- “You know how all that ended… but that was a long time ago, and I’ve found that same happiness with you. I don’t need a kid to be happy- especially not if that kid doesn’t make you happy or would mean loosing the love of my life.”

You couldn’t help but feel shocked. You could hardly stop crying- let alone process what Miguel had just told you.

“Y-you…”

“Sí, amor. I’m staying right here.”

You squirm in Miguel’s arms, turning around so you were now laying on your side facing him- looking up into his loving eyes as he tried to wipe the tears from your face- only for you to bury your face into his chest and give one final sob. This time, one of relief.

Because your world wasn’t falling apart- because everything was going to be okay- because Miguel was here and holding you and he wasn’t gonna leave.

You feel his lips on the crown of your head- hear the sound of him pressing a kiss to your head as he strokes your back and holds you close.

“I love you.” He says, tugging the comforter over you two and making sure your head had a pillow beneath it.

“I-I love you too.” You respond- still hiding against Miguel’s warm chest.

“I want to talk to you about this a bit more later, just to make sure there’s no other misunderstandings or worries eating away at you, okay? But for now, how about we take a nap, alright?”

You sniffle, nodding weakly as the warmth of the heavy blanket and Miguel’s body pull a haze of drowsiness over your senses.

“I love you.” You say, mostly into Miguel’s chest rather than to him.

“I love you too.” He responds, gently petting your head once again as he presses yet another sweet kiss to it- cradling you against him tight as you doze off. As if, if he could hold you close enough, you’d be safe from all the doubts and worries he’d only just noticed that plagued you.

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bangtanintotheroom · 8 months

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Birthday Licks (M)

• Pairing: Felix x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Smut, Established Relationship

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 1.4k

• Summary: What better gift to give your boyfriend something he’s always wanted, but didn’t know he needed?

• Warnings/themes: 🎵 birthday sex, birthday sex 🎵, lingerie, making out, handjobs, nipple play, hint of sub!Felix, c*mshot (hand), mentions of facesitting

• Notes: A bit late, but here’s a birthday drabble for my sunshine boy! 🎉 Please don’t ask me why this specific idea came to me for Felix, just take it and read, okay? Okay 😶✨

• Notes (2): And thanks to @minttangerines for looking it over for me! 💖

• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae @crisle19 @codeinebelle @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp

It’s a special guy’s birthday today and even though he insists on not doing anything drastic, you go all out.

Breakfast in bed, presents that you spent a little too much on and playing multiple rounds of League of Legends with Felix until both of your eyes start to strain. A perfect day spent indoors.

After digesting a filling dinner and dessert that the two of you struggled to finish together, you grab his hand. As soon as he turns to you, your expression shifts into one of coyness.

“I think it’s time I give you your last present.”

Felix’s expression is a mix of giddiness, curiosity and a twinge of lust. With a peck to his lips, you tell him to get comfy in bed while you go and freshen up in the bathroom.

You were able to sneak in a bag from one of your favorite lingerie shops earlier, containing a set that was guaranteed to blow his mind. After slipping on the white and angelic set, applying a touch of makeup and spritzing some perfume behind your ears, you were ready.

Stepping out and back into your shared bedroom, you weren’t surprised to see your boyfriend fixated on his phone, the sounds of familiar TikTok audios ringing out. If it wasn’t getting so late, you would just stand and watch as his pretty face lit up with laughter at the videos. But you were eager to give him his present now.

“Felix.”

Finally, his head came up. And the second he laid eyes on you, you knew you had made an excellent choice in attire.

“Are you my last present?”

A wave of goosebumps formed on your skin at the way he rasped the question while looking you over with a fine-tooth comb. But you played it cool on the surface, glossy lips curling while you rested your hands on your lace-covered hips.

“Yes, but you seem to be too occupied at the moment to really enjoy it.”

You manage to keep your laugh down enough to come out as a hyper giggle at the way your boyfriend tossed his phone onto the nightstand without looking (and missed).

“I’m always free for you, darling.”

As soon as he held his arms out towards you, you knew his attention was all yours.

Strutting over and onto the bed, he’s quick to wrap his arms around you and place his lips on yours. You take your time stripping Felix of every article of clothing before guiding his lean body to recline against the pillows gathered at the headboard. The way he watches as you carefully crawl over him has your heart fluttering even more.

Settling your hips directly above his, you manage to stay focused on your plan, despite the noticeable weight of his cock underneath your clothed core. After giving him a few more kisses, you start trailing them off his lips and onto his jawline, covering each inch before moving onto the defined column of his neck. Feeling the rumble and hearing the praises coming from him only encouraged your hands to come alive, roaming the trim expanse of his torso.

But there’s something that happens that throws you off-guard a bit.

Whenever your fingers or nails ran over his nipples, you’d feel his body stiffen or hear his breath hitch. The first couple of times, you thought it was the nips you placed on his neck that pulled those reactions. But when you scraped over one of the buds while your lips hovered above his collarbone, you felt his cock give a twitch under you.

It took everything in you not to smile mischievously.

You always had a feeling that Felix was partial to nipple play, but he never seemed to be willing to bring it up. Ever the respectful girlfriend, you didn’t bring it up. But now?

You had to give the birthday boy a gift he wouldn’t forget.

Scooting your body back to rest on his thighs now, you flashed a wicked smile when he looked at you with curiosity. In no time, you began pressing kisses to his chest, waiting until you felt him relax into the pillows again before beginning your sneak attack.

The second you lapped at his nipple, Felix jolted and gasped, “Y-Y/N—!”

Humming against his skin, you repeat the motion a few times before swirling the tip of your tongue around the dusky peak, savoring the groan that finally escaped his mouth. Pulling off, you gazed up at him, clenching at the almost needy way he looked.

“You like that, baby?”

It took him a moment, but he pushed through, cheeks and ears red as he replied, “Y-Yeah…”

“Want me to keep going?”

There was less pause this time in his response, a hand coming up to gently cradle the back of your head.

“Yes—” He carefully pushed you close to his dampening chest. “Please—”

He didn’t need to say more. Your mouth was quick to keep laving at him, giving the neglected side some attention after a while. Why didn’t you do this earlier? The way your boyfriend was reacting was satisfying you in a way that was unexpected.

Felix’s hand remained on your head, the hold tightening at certain points when the pleasure got to be too much for him. But never too harsh. He would never want to hurt you.

Especially when one of your hands slipped down to grasp his cock, the unexpected contact making him give a sharp cry that had your hips twitching.

But the edge softened into a moan as you started slowly jerking him off, just the way he liked it. That combined with your mouth had him put his guard down completely, giving into the bliss you were providing.

It was clear by his reactions that he was enjoying this, but you just had to hear it straight from his mouth. You pulled off to husk, “Feels good, Fe?”

“Uh huh—“

The sheer desperation that came out of his mouth only pushed you furthermore, adding light scrapes and digs of your teeth into the mix. Hearing Felix get louder only made your panties wetter and your desire grow. The way his hips quickly bucked and rolled into your hold had you wishing it was your pussy instead.

Soon, soon.

But out of nowhere, you hear a familiar groan, swiftly followed by a throbbing in your grip before something hot and wet coats your hand. The shock of it makes you pull your lips off, a tiny string of spit connecting while you peer up at Felix with awe. The sheer bashfulness on his face gave away what occurred.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry…”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, sitting up straight as you brought your clean hand up to stroke one of his flaming cheeks.

“Don’t be. It just means you really enjoyed yourself, right?”

Felix avoided your gaze for a second, but returned it as he nodded shyly.

“Yeah…I really did. Thank you, baby.”

You smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Should’ve asked me to do this sooner if you were gonna make all those noises.”

Your boyfriend groaned, pouting as he looked off to the side.

“I wasn’t sure how you’d react, so I didn’t bother…”

You shook your head, giving that same cheek a light pinch now. “Closed mouths don’t get fed, Felix. I’m open to whatever suggestions you have in that cute brain of yours.”

Now you caught his attention again, giddy at the way he grinned at you now.

“Yes ma’am. Speaking of suggestions…”

Your interest piqued when he took a hold of your hips, a thumb rubbing above the band of your garter belt.

“Mind if I give one right now?”

Something told you that he’d have an interesting one, so you humored him with approval. A dark brow raised as he lowered his voice further than usual, “Can you sit on my face?”

Everything about that question shot straight to your core, body shifting in place.

“Like I would say no. Don’t you want more than that, though?”

“Of course, but it’s gonna take me a moment to catch up. Besides—”

Felix leaned in, nose pressed to yours as he whispered naughtily, “I’m not done unwrapping my present.”

There was no way you two were going to bed within the next hour, was there?

You didn’t mind at all, reflecting his tone as you breathed, “Anything for the birthday boy.”

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elly99 · 9 months

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Thunder Girl

It was almost dinnertime and you were still working, busily typing away on your computer. It was oddly dark for the time of the day in the summer. You supposed it was about to rain. Sure enough, you hear the rumble of thunder in the distance, matching the growling of your stomach.

Promotion season meant an excited but tired Minji. She was in the bedroom, just lying on your bed, resting on her day off as you knew she loved to do. She always held the pillows close because she said they smelled like you. She deserved all the rest she could get and you were just grateful she chose to rest with you.

Soon lightning started to flash outside your window, accompanied by ever louder roars of thunder. The shutters shook loudly in the strong winds. You liked the sound of the rain and the cool air that usually came with it. Even the sound of thunder could be relaxing at times. But you knew Minji was easily startled. Right on cue you hear her calling you from the other room.

"Babe! Babyyy~!"

As soon as you appear in the doorway you see her stretch her arms out to you, the comforter pulled almost all the way up to her chin. "Come spoon me, please. I'm scared."

"I gotchu, bro," you say playfully as you get under the covers with her, making sure to catch the way she smiles at you.

"Thank you," she says sweetly, her voice reduced to a whisper by the pouring rain.

"Were you able to sleep well?"

"Yeah! I always sleep so well when you're around."

"Me, too. It's hard to sleep when you're away."

"You miss me that much when I'm at the dorm?"

"Of course! I miss you whenever you're not around."

A flash of lightning. The crack of thunder. She flinches and buries her face into you.

"I miss you a lot, too," she says and you can feel her voice reverberate in your chest. When the thunder subsides she looks back up at you and asks, "What do you do when you miss me?"

"I like to watch your videos! Which reminds me - I saw some clips of you the other day."

"Oh gosh..."

"Yeah, the way you got startled by the confetti in almost the exact same way twice in a row. That was hilarious."

"I swear it's Haerin who's the weirdo. How does she not even flinch?"

"She's just built different, I guess. But I love how you even knew the timing and still got caught off guard both times. And your reactions were so violent! I was just like, 'Bro, is she good?'"

"Bro, leave me alone."

"Alright, I'll go back to work."

"No, no! Stay here!" she exclaims quickly, clinging onto you like the baby bear she was.

You smile at how adorable your girlfriend was being. "I'll always stay with you, Minji."

Eventually the storm passed and the light of the sunset emerged from behind the clouds.

"I'm so hungry."

"Yeah, same."

"We should eat soon. I'm craving chocolate cake for some reason. Could you make me some, baby? With your superpowers?"

"Nooo," she pouts. "I'm not in my Powerpuff Girl mode right now. Sorryyy~!"

"Modes? I didn't know you had modes. Are you like a robot or something? Or an iPhone like Hanni?"

She laughs, squeezing your hand as she does so.

"I have no idea, sorry. I'm just 엉망진창 right now after that storm."

"Well, if you're not in Powerpuff Girl mode, what mode are you in, then?"

"Dunno. 그냥... your girl mode?"

#minji x reader #minji #minji new jeans #kim minji x reader #newjeans x reader

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dimorphodon-x · 7 months

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Persist

Slingarm's grief seems to manifest itself in a waking nightmare. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to see the body before him.

'Please wake up...'

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Slingarm lay restless on his berth, tired eyes staring up at the ceiling of his new quarters. He was drained, his limbs sore and fingers numb, yet his mind was too busy to let him rest.

The image of the casket was still intensely vivid in his mind’s eye. The body inside had not been repaired, but the face had been reset, and the armor polished to preserve what little color was left. The ceremony was small, short, and simple. Once the coffin had been placed into the morgue, Slingarm, with his cat Gigus in his arms, headed straight for his room.

The medic turned his head to look at the desk next to his berth. The gray form of Gigus Maximus remained curled up in his cat bed, his metallic fur rising and falling as his old frame cycled cool air. Aside from the old cat’s snores and the faint rumble of the Immortal Sun’s engines, it was very quiet. He turned his gaze back to the ceiling.

The poor kid shouldn’t have died.

The last time Slingarm had seen Starhawk alive, he was being kicked out of the only home he’d ever known. Slingarm could do nothing but watch from the sidelines as the flier was knocked down and humiliated. There was a promise that they’d meet up again at some point to catch up.

His hopes of keeping that promise were dashed when his long lost brother just showed up out of nowhere. The first thing Bluntforce had said: “Starhawk is dead.”.

Slingarm’s immediate reaction was to punch the Wrecker in the face.

Apparently Starhawk had accidentally gotten himself sucked into a nasty situation. Slingarm didn’t know the details, but some Cons were retaliating against their loss against the Autobots, rounding up anyone they could to make examples of them. There were supposedly videos of the executions, but the medic didn’t want to see them.

The Immortal Sun showed up just a little too late. Bluntforce crashed into the scene when the Decepticon was holding the gun to Hawk’s forehead. He could only watch as the young mech’s frame crumpled onto the floor, splatters of energon and bits of his head scattered behind him.

And now they were all here. Slingarm sighed and rubbed at his eyes. It was obvious that sleep would not be coming right now. With a grunt, he got up from his berth. A few hours of wandering the halls might help pass the time and encourage his brain to finally let him sleep.

Slingarm briefly glanced over at Gigus as he walked towards the door. The old cat was still snoozing, unbothered by any noise made by the door as it slid open and the medic’s footsteps stepping out.

The halls were mostly empty, Slingarm only caught glimpses of some of the Immortal Sun’s crew as they went about their business. Most of the ship’s activity seemed concentrated up front for now, leaving the back half relatively uneventful and some of the hallways either dimly lit or shut off entirely to save on power.

Slingarm had to be thankful for that. He needed his space right now. As he wandered the remaining lit halls at a lazy pace, Slingarm let his mind also wander.

When Slingarm first met Starhawk, he was a selfish and proud young mech. He had no experience, no scars, no fear. Despite his faults, Slingarm liked him. He knew he wasn’t a bad kid, he just needed better people to guide him.

Slingarm didn’t get much of a chance to try. Maybe it was because he was reminiscing now, but the time he had with Hawk felt so very short. The old mech paused and rested his hands over his face, a heavy sigh escaping his vents.

He should’ve left with him. Who cares if the Prophetic Lancer would lose the only medic onboard, he should have prioritized the poor kid over that group of self righteous morons.

The medical students he took on weren’t so bad though, weren’t they? They were eager and excited to learn from him and make him proud. They were good kids.

Slingarm’s vocal box glitched and he pressed his palms into his face. He’d lost most of his students as well, if not all of them. All he had left was dear old Gigus. Oh but how much longer would the ancient cybercat last? With creaking joints and coughing vents and crackling purs, Gigus was so very old.

A distant thump pulled the medic from his thoughts. He lifted his head from his hands and looked back down the hall. Nobody was in sight. Perhaps it was another mech passing by.

Thunk.

There was something curious about the sound. Slingarm’s antennae perked curiously as he listened. The sounds were clumsy and slow like someone heavily intoxicated was stumbling to their room.

Perhaps that someone would appreciate his help. It would be a nice little distraction at least. He turned and made his approach, the clumsy thunks and scrapes getting louder as he got closer.

“Hhhhhhh…hkshhh…”

Slingarm paused. Sounded like a malfunctioning vocal box. All they were spitting out was static. Likely he’d need to bring this guy into the medi bay. He continued towards the sounds, his pace faster than before.

He approached a more dimly lit hall. In the back of his mind he noted how close he was to the morgue and his spark clenched painfully. He didn’t want to be here, he needed to hurry and find the mech and get them help. He needed to get away.

Slingarm’s spark pounded as he neared the other hallway, his tanks churned. Something wasn’t right, but what could that possibly be? The struggling mech was getting closer, he could hear their armor rattle as they stumbled down the hall. They sounded awful. They needed his help. He picked up his pace, almost running. His vision narrowed as he reached the other hallway, turning into it. There! He could see a figure!

He froze, feet rooted to the floor. The mech didn’t stop to stare at him, continuing to amble along. Flakes of black paint fell from his frame and he left behind a trail of coolant and oil, likely a damaged internal leaking or something was just not functioning right.

Considering that there was only one injury, Slingarm had to assume the latter. He felt nauseous as he stared at the large chunk of emptiness on the right side of the flier’s head. He could see his exposed brain module.

Oil streaks ran down his face, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. His frame groaned as he swayed on his feet. His eyes were black yet his hands reached out to him, as if he was looking right at him.

Slingarm was too shocked to speak, he was unable to move or look away as it shuffled towards him. Starhawk’s vocal box croaked and crackled, spitting more static.

“Eeeetchshhhh… ssshhhhhh… mn…” was he trying to speak?

“What?” Slingarm whispered in disbelief. More static spewed from the animated corpse, louder, almost desperate.

“HHHRRRRTZZZZ! SSHHHHK-AA-RTCH!” Coolant and oil dripped from Hawk’s chin. A flaky arm braced against the wall as he reached for the medic with the other hand, flailing and screaming like a lost child, “PSHHH-HTSZZZZT-SKDDDD!”

Slingarm’s frame shook and he placed his hands over his audials. He couldn’t listen anymore, he didn’t want to look anymore. This was wrong, very wrong, “stop it…”

The corpse took another taxing step, feet dragging, more coolant dripping onto the floor, more flakes of paint falling. It kept on screaming. It wouldn’t stop. Slingarm pressed his palms harder against his audials, coolant welling up in his optics.

“Stop it! Stop it, go away! You’re not real!” He finally shut his eyes, voice trembling, “you’re dead! You’re dead, I saw it! You’re not real!”

The corpse made a high pitched wail, the piercing shriek echoed off the walls and Slingarm flinched, eyes opening to again see the figure before him. It was so close.

“Why?” Slingarm hiccuped and lowered his hands from his audials, large drops of coolant running down his face and obscuring his vision, “why won’t you go away?”

Starhawk was still. He pushed off the wall and stepped forward, both hands again reaching for him. Was he being punished? He barely had any time to mourn. He wanted to throw up.

A small, anguished sound left Slingarm’s mouth as cold black fingers brushed against his face.

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