#anyways yeah have fun w this mess of words

[stellarcobweb]

having thoughts......

ive been working on making like. the barest bones vaguest or frameworks for my conpantheon (for various reasons including my view on deities and complications due to eldritch anything existing in the worldview - difficult to word it in a solid way even when i feel like i already understand it rlly well on an inherent level. even tho i dont understand anything also)

in terms of like... how i relate to and work with my two deity guys. and like. what id want to call them n front of other people

bc theres a few diff frameworks? bc they are SOOOOO blurred with various associations with multiple deities bc yknow, whatever works, right?

like. there Mama: Lucina, Mama Luna, Selene, Void Mother, The Web, etc etc. The Web fits closest but also I have my own experiences that veer away from that specific iteration of pantheon. The interplay of lunar maiden goddess + dark mother goddess + fae in the wild hunt + the primordial void itself + fibercraft and weaving destiny + etc................ also tbh feels a lot like. ig what a higher self would be referred to as? idk i never got into that lingo. feels like me but Older. Ancient. but also still my mom. time is a circle type beat. also has a masculine presentation, which is where Leviathan, The Dark come in as reps. vague vibes of The Hunt but also . not. also Lonely flavored in a similar way, in the sense of a feminine presence being present for me - a palpable anthropomorphized Lonely . no i dont know how to word that exactly

and then theres my Twin/Husband. Twin Soul, Twin Flame, Husband, Other Half, etc etc etc. which honestly this one is the most confusing to pin down which makes sense LOL its very much like. on one end, Lucifer, Apollo, Thanatos, id loop The Distortion in there too visually at least. on the other end, Loki, The Spiral, fox trickster spirits. very very very strong Spiral energy, with some End and Dark flavors. who is also my wife

like. does any of this make sense? nope! not at all! i dont know why this is my experience with spirituality, but it sure is! im just struggling here w my lil human brain to figure out the correct wording for what the fuck is happening over here and im combatted at every turn bc on some level, it is deeply and inherently unknowable and only meant to be an ecstatic type of experience.

a good portion of what i end up doing is just like. internally understood, an inherent type of just. knowledge. not suddenly Knowing anything, but feeling like i already knew it the whole time - like i was born with the knowledge of whats happening or how it works. like, im never surprised when my worldview is turned on its head or when something new pops up. if anything, im just kinda embarrassed abt having to update my info on here every couple days lol im very self-conscious abt giving ppl whiplash bc its a common complaint ppl have abt me. also its like. a lil frustrating to have to completely redo everything every couple days. honestly i should probably take the hint and just stop saying anything concrete ever regarding it skdjfhsn

[artuurle]

(AU)

What if you died and something divine loved you so much it couldn't cope with that fact? What if they tried bringing you back but the result was wrong?

More doodles + rambles below:

Now What if what came back was just off. Looks at the divine without the memories that went back decades. It looks, behaves and works in a way just off enough in a way to make the god unable to look at it. it's not you. it's not. it can't be.

.... but what if what got pulled back was still you, but its- YOU'RE wrong and broken in ways you cant understand anymore.

The apocalypse draws closer and closer and you don't know why every day that passes you seem to be falling more and more apart too. The god is gone. You are alone.

....Anyway yeah i fucked up a perfectly normal Lovestory Au. i gave it anxiety is what i did. sorry for horrid typing in 2nd person trying to explain stuff im bad at explaining <3 i draw, not write for a reason lol.

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

just realized that the only thing i've fuckijng contributed to ao3 is a bunch of presidential fanfiction and a first couple tag bc their tag didn't exist

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 1: Xenophilia/Oviposition

Warnings: 18+ smut, dry humping, dirty talk about alien sex

Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie tells you why alien sex is so much better. Maybe he can even show you.

A/N: Decided to join kinktober fun because why not so I’ll be posting to catch up . Posting something risky and weird on the main so lemme know what yall think

You’ve known Eddie to be quite stranger ever since the day you met. It was evident considering the differences in your friend circles. He is a pop culture nerd and you’re the popular cheerleader. Somehow, his weird vibes were able to pull you in, unafraid of the odd rumors associated with him. Hell, you took it as a challenge then. But you’d soon come to fall in love with one another, appreciating the differences as it made teaching each other all the more exciting.

But you’d say the best part of being with Eddie is that neither of you had to hide any of your most intimate and sometimes down-right bizarre secrets from one another.

Like when Eddie learned of your secretly nerdy enjoyment of stargazing and tracking celestial events, he’d purchased a telescope for you where he’d spent the night listening to you explain away the galaxy. And like as of now, when you learned of your boyfriend’s alien sex fantasies while watching the new Alien movie.

You’d noticed the way he shifted in his seat during the movie, adjusting himself in his jeans. You playfully questioned him and he was a mess of stutters and stammers.

“It’s fucked, I know,” He says, avoiding your eyes and twisting a lone ring around his thick finger. “Bet you think I’m a real fucking freak.”

“I mean, I do think you’re a freak,” You say, bringing his face back up to yours. “But that’s exactly what I like. So…if you could have alien sex…how exactly does that work?”

“W-well, there are like some sex toys to make it happen.”

“And the whole egg implanting thing? Is that like when you creampie?” You ask excitedly.

His cheeks grow redder, coughing in embarrassment. “No—So like there are these gelatin egg kits that you can purchase at a sex shop. And they’d get deposited inside through sex and would eventually melt inside you—o-or any person for that matter not just you, of course. I’ll just use us as an example for clarification. But it’s only a fake scenario. Totally not real. For shit and giggles. Hypothe—

“I get it, babe,” You impatiently interrupt. “Get on with it.”

“Right,” He swallows. “So, imagine me wearing this cock sleeve thing that’ll look pretty gnarly because it’ll look kind of like a blue tentacle with all these ridges and bumps—

You raise an eyebrow, teasing. “Oddly specific.”

“Y-Yeah but it’s only to help with the visuals. Not because I have one. Psssh, what?” He says with a anxious high-pitched tone, eyes shifting side to side.

“Mhm,” You say, moving from your spot on the couch to sit in his lap. “Anyway, so back to you naked and wearing that little toy. Will the gelatin eggs be in it already?”

“They would. Then, I’d have to lube up the toy so you can take it. I’d get real nice and slick to the point where it’s dripping like slime just so we’re on the safe side.” He says, letting his hands glide up your thigh, lifting your skirt a little higher.

“Ooo, it’s that big?” You gasp, rocking back and forth against his growing erection. Every now and then, the tip would slip either between your clothed wet core or your soft thighs.

“Uh-huh,” His face in your neck, planting light kisses. “Or maybe you’re just that tight.” He emphasizes the last word while gripping and kneading the inner fat of your thighs.

“Then, what happens?” You mewl.

“Then, I’d stick it deep, deep, deep inside you.” He groans into your ear.

“Would you still be able to feel my warm walls around you? Feel clenching around you so you’d stay inside me?”

“That toy is specifically meant to give you pleasure,” He breathes hotly. “No, I won’t get to feel your tight, wet pussy directly around me. But I’d get pleasure enough seeing your face when I plant my seeds in you. You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you, babygirl?”

“Yes, fuck, why do I want that so badly?” You take his hand to place over one breast. Through the thin fabric of your shirt and bra, he quickly locates your pebbled nipple and plucks at it repeatedly.

“Because I just taught you how great monster sex can be.” His teeth sinks into your earlobe.

“You mean there’s more than just alien sex?”

“Mhm, I can show you.” He says, loving that he’s corrupting a girl like yourself.

“Yes, please, master. Show me more.”

[breakmeoff]

The Boy Next Door │2

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

warnings: tension/angst, fluff...?

word count: 2.6k

synopsis: you babysat him when he was 7 years old, and he’s had a crush on you since you met, despite the 8 year age gap.  between moves to other places and time, it’s been 14 years since you’ve seen each other even though your dads are still best friends, still live next door to each other, and keep up to date about each other's family.  you surprise chris at one of the skz shows, and he’s shocked to see you, and even more surprised that he still has a massive crush on you.  if only he could convince you to look at him in any other way than the boy next door.

note: this is part 2 of a series, which I didn't expect to happen but here we are! still new to this, be kind. thx for reading. :)

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The next morning, the sunlight was creeping through the small sliver of space between the curtains and shining directly over your face.  Blinking one eye open cautiously, you peeked around the room to reorient yourself.  Turning to your side, you glanced over to Mia’s bed, unable to see any sign of her other than the mess of bedding concealing a lump in human form with the tips of her dark hair sticking out from under the sheets.

Laying back flat, you threw your forearm over your eyes to block out the light in an attempt to fall back asleep, but your efforts soon became futile.  Your brain started working on overdrive, bringing up glimpses of the night before.  

Shit, Chris kissed me.  

Quietly groaning to yourself, you began justifying his actions on his behalf.  It was just the alcohol, and silly remnants from his childhood crush.  No big deal.  He probably forgot about it already anyway.  So you made the decision to do the same.

After a lazy morning, which really didn’t begin until 1pm after the teenage princess finally decided to roll out of bed, you and Mia decided to spend the rest of your final day of your trip sightseeing.  One hedgehog cafe, far too much mochi, one exhaustive anime shopping excursion and one conveyor belt sushi restaurant later, the two of you trudged your way back to the hotel.  

Dropping the excessive amount of souvenir shopping bags on the floor by your suitcase, you walked back over to the window, grabbing the curtains to close them once again. 

“I cannot believe I let you drag me around for almost 10 straight hours.  My feet are kiiiilling me,” you groaned, flopping onto the bed and kicking off your sneakers.

“Oh whatever, you had fun buying me all that stuff,” Mia said with a bratty smirk on her face, falling down onto the bed next to you.

“Yeah well, I recognize I have to buy your love these days.”  You retorted, glancing over at her.  Nodding, she deadpanned in response, “hmm… true.  I’d say this has been a successful trip then!”  Mia leaned over to give you a quick kiss to your cheek before standing up to start repacking for your return trip home the next morning.

“Great, so glad my credit card did it’s job.”  You teased, nearly rolling yourself off of the bed, audibly wincing in pain.  

“God, you sound like you’re 87 years old,” Mia sneered.

“I feel like it.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go soak myself in the tub for three hours.”  You said over your shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.  A few minutes later, you exhaled a sigh of relief as you sunk into the bathtub in an effort to ease your muscles. 

Between the excitement of the day with your sister and your state of exhaustion, you’d forgotten all about the fact that Chris said he wanted to see you again after his show this evening.

Your phone began buzzing on the floor next to the tub, which caused you to sit upright quickly in shock.  First thing you saw was the name that popped up on the screen.  Chris.  Shifting your vision to the time, and noting it was after 11:30pm, you hesitated.

Almost paralyzed in disbelief, you froze, just letting the call ring out to voicemail.  Truthfully, you couldn’t quite understand why you ignored the call.

Deciding to disregard it completely, you slowly relax back to the edge of the tub, letting the warm water attempt to relax you.  

You had convinced yourself at this point that he was calling just to be polite, to hold his word that he would reach out.  You not answering though was your way of giving him an easy out, to forget about any weird possible obligation he might have felt about calling you that evening. 

He had to have been tired after a late night with you the evening before and another full day of rehearsals and the concert.  And it’s not like he had made any commitment to you and you’d see each other again sometime back home eventually. 

Now, feeling somewhat justified with your decision to ignore it, and resolving yourself to the fact that the matter at hand was settled, your phone vibrated again.  Once, then twice.

Cautiously looking over the edge of the tub, you saw two new text messages pop up on the screen.

Chris:  hey, are you still up? Chris:  I’d really like to see you again before you leave 

“...persistent twerp,” you jokingly whispered to yourself, dragging a hand down your face.  Reaching over to a nearby towel, you began drying your hands off to reply before you heard one more vibration from your cell.

Chris:  please?

Sighing, you picked up your phone, staring at it for a few seconds before typing up a reply.

You:  hey, hope the show went well tonight!  I’m actually just out of the bath and about to pass out.  had a long day with mia and we have an early flight in the morning.  let me know when you’re planning to be back in sydney next and i’ll try to make a trip home at the same time

Sent.  Setting the phone back down on the ground, you leaned over to start draining the water and dry off from the bath.  You couldn’t help but glance back to your phone every few minutes while you finished your bedtime ritual of skin care, taking out your contacts, and brushing your teeth.

Surprisingly, you realized you were almost disappointed that there was no text message back from Chris.  Turning off the light, you exited into the bedroom where Mia was already nestled in bed, facing the wall, scrolling on her phone with her earbuds in, oblivious to the outside world.

Settling yourself in the other bed, you sank onto the mattress with an exhale of relief before putting your glasses on the bedside table beside your phone.  As you were lifting your hand away, you heard another faint vibration.  Cautiously grabbing your cell, squinting at the screen, you saw it.

Chris:  I think I’m outside your room.  Come to the door?

“What the hell…” you whispered to yourself, looking back over to Mia who was still in her own world, you sat up quickly and grabbed your glasses.  Padding over barefoot to the door in just your sleep shorts and baggy tee, you inched up to your tip-toes, peering out the peephole.  Low and behold, there he stood, looking nervously back and forth down the hallway.

Unlatching the deadbolt and security chain, you quietly opened the door, looking over to make sure Mia was still unaware of what was happening, and stepped out into the hallway, leaving the door open just a crack so it wouldn’t lock behind you.

“What ar–” you began, looking incredulously up to Chris’ face which bloomed with a small, relieved grin, glancing over you.

“You still wear glasses…” he murmured wistfully, unable to help himself.

Quieter now, almost with a sense of urgency, you continued.  “Chris, what are you doing here?  And where’s your team…?,” you asked, looking down the hallway seeing no one else nearby.

“I left them downstairs, and I’m sorry for waking you up if I did,” he began, before you cut him off quietly “..no I was still awake.”

“Oh, good…” he nodded, looking you over once again, studying your pajamas, your soft, unkempt hair and clear, makeup-free face.  

Waiting for him to continue, which he didn’t, you spoke again, laughing nervously.  “So why are you here…?”

After a long exhale, he shifted his eyes back to yours.  “Honestly, I’m not really sure.  I just… didn’t want to wait another few years to see you again.”

“Dramatic much?”  You tried to tease, hoping to ease the indescribable tension between the two of you.

Chris shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking down for a moment with a shrug of his shoulders.  “I don’t know, seeing you again just brought something back for me.  Something I didn’t realize I was really missing.”  

“I probably just reminded you of home, I’m sure you miss it.  It’s got to be hard being away for so long,” you said quietly, reassuringly.

“No, I mean… yes, it is, but I don’t think that’s it.”  He paused, observing you, watching you, trying to get the courage to really say what he was feeling.

Not finding the words, Chris couldn’t stop himself before he cautiously took another step closer to you, closing the distance between you.

Unable to take your eyes off of his, watching him move into your space, you barely whispered “...what are you doing?”

And without waiting another second, Chris leaned down, gently pressing his lips against yours.  This time, you didn’t immediately push him away.

Holding your breath, you allowed yours to melt into his.  Noticing that you weren’t stopping him, Chris carefully lifted a hand, softly moving it to cup the side of your face, tilting his head in the kiss as he moved in even closer to your body.

As you subconsciously began feeling the warmth of his body against yours, you quickly regained your thoughts and leaned back, breaking the kiss with a slow shake of your head.  Lightly gliding your tongue over your lower lip, you couldn’t help but taste the remnants of him on your skin.

“We can’t do this…” you whispered, watching him as he reopened his eyes, his hand still against your cheek.

“Why?”  Chris murmured, honestly questioning.  You couldn’t help but laugh dryly at the sweet naivety in his voice.

“Oh, so many reasons,” you quietly began.  Chris on the other hand, was too focused on how close you still were, and he boldly moved his hand to lightly drag the tip of his thumb against your lower lip.  Your breath hitched at the subtle gesture, and your brain finally kicked in.

Reaching up to grab his hand away from your face and break his spell, you tried to gently bring him back to reality.  “For one, you’re like, half my age…” sure it was an exaggeration but you were trying to prove a point.

“You’re really bad at math,” he retorted, dismissing your point.

“Two, we’re in the middle of a hallway…” you motioned to where the two of you were currently standing, under the fluorescent lights, where literally anyone could see you.

“It’s late, no one is looking,” Chris replied, once again trying to dispute your rationale.

“Three, you’re an idol, a celebrity.  If someone caught you kissing someone it could be really bad for publicity.”

Chris quickly replied, “I revert to my previous statement, it’s late, no one is looking.”

“And four, most importantly, you’re far too young for me, and you’re almost like my little brot—”, before you could even finish your statement, he literally lifted his hand to cover your mouth.

“Don’t.”  He said firmly, and all you could do was stand there, blinking up at him in surprise at his bold move.

“I’m not the little boy next door anymore.”  Chris said quietly, slowly, trying to get his words to sink in.  “I’m an adult, and I know what I want.  And you aren’t my babysitter anymore.”

You tried to mumble something in protest, though nothing coherent came out with his hand still quieting you.

“No,” he said firmly, almost condescendingly.  All you could do was lift an eyebrow in surprise, still rendered silent.  

“You’re done talking now, my turn.”  Chris smirked, trying to playfully, yet sternly, get his point across.

“Y/N, I have had a crush on you for damn near the last twenty years and I’m finally presented with an opportunity to do something about it.  And who knows when I’ll get the chance to see you again, so please, stop trying to make excuses to stop me.”  He paused, searching your eyes for an understanding.

“So let me repeat myself,” he began again, purposefully taking his time.  “I am an adult, a grown ass man who is standing in front of the girl,” he paused, correcting himself,” the woman he’s dreamt about for years.  And if you think I’m going to let you ruin this for me for some stupid reason about you being barely older than me, you are sorely mistaken.”

“Do you understand what I’m saying here?”  Once again, all you could do was blink.  Your heart was in your throat, staring up at him with an unfamiliar tightness in your chest that was becoming more intense by the second.  Noticing your hesitation, he teasingly prodded you.  “Nod your head once if you understand.”

So you did, one short nod of your head, his hand still over your mouth and eyes boring into yours.

“Good.  I’m going to kiss you again now, and you’re going to let me prove to you how much I’ve grown up.”  He smirked, very hesitantly lowering his hand, bracing himself for you to try to reject him again.

You didn’t.  You were just frozen there, internally struggling with the way your body was involuntarily leaning into his while your brain was still trying to tell you this was a bad idea.

“Ok.”  You murmured, and without another second’s hesitation, Chris leaned back in to you, kissing you with more intensity than before.  His strong hand moved to the back of your neck, angling your head in the way he wanted it.  

Instinctively, your arms lifted and wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling him in closer to you, parting your lips slightly in surrender.  Chris groaned softly against you, feeling you relax into him, and brought the tip of his tongue to your mouth, tasting the fresh mint from your toothpaste and a distinct sweetness he could only assume was just you.

Chris’ other hand slid behind you, finding the hem of your shirt, and cautiously placed his fingertips against the warmth of your skin just under your top, causing you to arch your back, pressing your chest against him.

The contact of his fingertips against the bare skin of your lower back, made you let out the softest whimper against his mouth, finally realizing that this was a completely different version of the kid you grew up with. 

No, this was a man and he wanted you, as evident by the slowly growing bulge that was pressing up against you.

The two of you stood there for a few minutes, lips and tongues intertwined, tentatively touching each other with a fervent intensity.  And when Chris finally leaned back, looking over your face and your plump, kiss swollen lips, he sighed deeply, arms still wrapped around you.

Finding his eyes again, you still couldn’t find any words to say, and stood there dumbfounded before he pressed his forehead against yours, his hand idling tracing your spine as he held you.

‘Fuck,” he whispered, leaning back again, looking both ways down the hallway in a clearly conflicted manner.  Turning his face back to you, he quickly leaned back in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.  “Give me like, five minutes.”

“...what?”  You asked as he pulled away, dropping his hands from you, leaving you standing there with a confused expression on your face.

“Five minutes,” he repeated, taking a step back, eyes still on you.  Letting a low groan rumble out, he drug his gaze down your body, and back up to your lips.  

Hungrily he closed the distance between you once more, boldly kissing you before he reluctantly took three steps back.  “Five minutes.”  He nodded before turning around and nearly ran to the elevator, disappearing into it once the doors closed.

You couldn’t do anything except stand there, wondering what the hell just happened.

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[hoiststowline]

responses to “don’t come over, I look like a mess” [w/ sunstreaker, cliffjumper, ratchet, bluestreak, hound & ironhide]

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“What? No. What did you say? That doesn’t make any sense, I’m coming over anyways,”:

• Sunstreaker is probably the biggest repeat offender on this one, and he uses it in other situations, too. he suddenly can’t comprehend and doesn’t allow you to explain yourself, though he and you full well know he understands. grumbles the whole ‘you’re breaking up!’ schtick. pretends to drive through a tunnel when he’s forty-five seconds away (where there is no tunnels) just to hang up without letting you say a peep. he won’t leave either, so you comply and come to see him, or you will be hearing his horn for the better part of the evening.

• a second guilty charge is aimed straight at Cliffjumper. somehow, there is never any time to explain and he’s in a huge hurry, and he’s only calling you as a courtesy so you’ll be outside and ready to go. If you even get a word in, mentioning weakly you look like shit or don’t feel up to seeing him, he’ll hang up. He can’t hear your lies if he literally can’t hear them or something like that. but once he pulls up and you aren’t outside, now you’ve done it, though he never directs the frustration at you. but if he’s in such a big hurry, wouldn’t he have left by now? Surely doesn’t have the time to wait around- and he’s yelling that you look fine from the street.

“That suspiciously sounds like you just made that up. at what point has that ever stopped me before?”:

• Ratchet will express that in so many words, but his concern will triumph over most things. He’s worried by your misplaced and unusual deflection, partial to looking for his company when it’s often unattainable. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but in the spare moments he does have, he uses them to see you. So when you decline his request, he’s still coming over, hell or high water. Whatever you’re wearing or whatever you’re doing he’s fine being in the company of, so your excuses are paper thin. You don’t sound sick, but he’s gotta be certain of that...

• “yeah, a hot mess!” Bluestreak tried, you’ll give him points there. “…that’s what you meant, right?” Unsettled and nervous chatter arises on his behalf when you can’t quite articulate why you feel so messy, and he immediately begins pressing for answers. there's a full minute where he thinks he did something wrong, and just when you console him that he didn't, you can already hear his wheels burning rubber in the background. hah, good luck stopping him, he's already halfway to your place, and cannot fathom why you looking a little messy would ever prohibit him from coming over. he'll be wary and uneasy the rest of the ride, wanting to get to the root of your woes.

“You always look beautiful, but if you’re not up to company that’s okay,”:

• Hound sorta understands, yet doesn't quite completely in regards to your explanation. though he's disheartened by a handful of things- one that you don't feel up to par outwardly and think that he cares what you are wearing or how you look in this very moment. you always look perfect to him, and your comment only fuels an unsteady flame that makes him think something else is very wrong. but he won't pry or shoulder his way in, he knows you'll come around when you're ready to talk, being supportive as always. he won't argue, he's straight to the point: no, you don't look a mess. he doesn't have to see you to know that, he knows, and to call him whenever you're ready for his company because he'll be over in a heartbeat.

• if anyone gets it, it's Ironhide. your excuse is garbage and untrue, but he'll kid around and poke fun just to get you to laugh. "What, did you just wake up or somethin'?" He really misses your company if you end up canceling, but he makes sure you know that you always look good to him, no matter what. he ultimately respects your boundaries for a couple of hours, and then he's circling your block to make sure you're still alive in there. radio silence is unforgiving, but as much as he misses you, he doesn't want to cross the imaginary line that is your patience. something else must be wrong for you to disappear into your room for the majority of the day, and he intends to get to the bottom of it by the evening.

[hiddenhornsclub]

nsfw/mdni crush!Yeonjun

making out, groping, pinning?, getting caught 750 words

Yeonjun knows he’s hot, charming, and a killer flirt. He could have anyone wrapped around his finger, except you.

When you were becoming friends with 5 men who are undoubtedly attractive, it meant you had to keep your cool and neutral. It’s best to keep the fun friendships instead of getting wrapped in a mess of falling in love, and especially making love.

Yeonjun didn’t know about this rule you made yourself. So he tried and tried, using all his talents to win you over. Calling you beautiful, grabbing your hand, kissing it, you simply smile and take your hand away. He’d lean against you while making the group ramen, you’d move over, giving him space. so on and so forth It frustrated him that his charm never worked on you.

One day, the man walked into the living room of his and the boys’ dorm expecting nobody to be around. However, he found your pretty body lounging on the couch. Hanging out in his space without his knowledge, “Do you hate me?” Yeonjun blurts out.

“W-what?” You quirk your eyebrow.

“You’re just not going to let me know you’re here.” It wasn’t a big deal, it wasn't the first time you let yourself in, but something about you today made Yeonjun agitated. “But why would you, you don’t like me anyway.”

“Yeonjun, slow down,” you calmly say, watching the man’s fists clench and eyebrows knit together. He hated seeing you so calm, sitting there with your sexy legs laying out, tight leggings showing every curve he so badly wanted to explore, knowing damn well you weren't wearing a bra under your over-sized hoodie.

Unexplainable fury builds up in Yeonjun, causing him to vomit his thoughts. “You just never talk to me, don't look at me, basically run away from me, and it’s obvious that we’re not as close as you are to the others.” He admits.

You gulp, “Honestly, you intimidate me.” The word ‘intimidate’ was the best word you could use instead of admitting your burning, dire crush on Yeonjun.

The man quickly relaxes his stance, bitten lips turn into a pout. He rushes over, sitting next to you, “I-I’m not scary,” he reaches for your hand, his glassy eyes look into yours for permission to hold it. Biting his lip, contemplating what to say in your confession. “I’m quite silly,” Yeonjun says, slightly wincing at his comment.

The giggle you make has Yeonjun’s heart flutter. “I know you are, you’re funny, cute—“

“You think I’m cute?” A stupid grin spreads wider on his face.

You mimic his smile, “Well… yeah.” Your eyes flicker to his lips, which don’t go unnoticed by Yeonjun. You made little movements of your head bobbing forward and back, little hints of you holding back.

Time slows down as the man’s calloused hands slide against your thighs. Dark gazes match in lustful intentions as heads unknowingly move closer. Before you know it, Yeonjun’s plush lips plant on yours. Melting into each other, warmth wrapping you like a tight blanket that you can’t escape from.

Yeonjun’s hands become bold, lining the curve of your ass up to your under boobs. A squeeze of your plush mounds had a gasp escaping from you. Backing away, you’re faced with Yeonjun's pitiful pout. Your mind filled with thoughts, knowing the rest of the boys were going to arrive anytime soon, but the trembling of Yeonjun’s kissable lips had you pull in for more. fuck it

Your hands grab his face closer to yours. Tongues mingling with each other. Deepening the kiss is impossibly further. Yeonjun lightly pushes you into the cushions of the couch. He trails hungry kisses down your neck before he backs away to admire your breathless state. There you were, just like he wanted you to be. After chasing you for days, months, possibly years. Yeonjun now has you under him.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Yeonjun sighs while unbuckling his belt.

The man’s puffy red lips, muscular arms caging you, and the thick bulge in his pants had you desperate. Digging your nails into his back, bringing him back for more.

Too involved in each other, the little sounds of jiggling keys twisting the lock were unnoticeable. Even the slamming of an opening the door didn’t get your attention, not until the sounds of disgusted groans and gagging.

You both turn your heads toward the four men. Heavy breaths slow down as the moment gets ruined.

[writtenbyan-aries]

Could you do the one bed trope and make it so smutty even god satan would blush if he read it but for Sam or Colby one day when requests are open because your timeline w Zach was amazing

This is going to be like the timeline fic which you can find right here!

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, friends to lovers?, nervous thoughts, mentions of paranormal investigations, reader has weird dreams, flirting, kissing, teasing, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, filth

Word Count: 3.3k | unedited

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“We’re just now getting to the hotel.” Sam sighs as he speaks to the camera that Colby is holding, “Our flight got delayed and our plan to go scope out the house has been terminated, so I think we’re just going to go in here, get settled in, and then we’ll..”

He looks at Colby and Colby shrugs, “I don’t know, I’m pretty tired.” Colby laughs, “We were up super early trying to get to the airport- oh! And we also had a layover and it was just..”

“Oh yeah. That layover.” Sam rolls his eyes, “Today was just a mess, but-“ He grabs the camera and turns it around, “she’s still with us.”

You smile, waving as you nod, “Yes, I’m here.”

“We are still going to the house tomorrow, not today and tomorrow like we said, but we promise, or at least I hope, it’ll be worth it, so we will..” Sam claps his hands together, “See you in the next part.”

He turns the camera off and sighs, “Let’s go in, get settled. I know I’m ready to lay down.”

You nod, “I agree.”

You get out, walking around to the trunk so you all can grab your suitcases. You let out a yawn as you follow them in, and it creates a chain reaction of them yawning one after another.

You laugh, giving them a shrug when they look at you, “Sorry.”

Sam shakes his head and Colby walks up to the desk, “Hi, Colby Brock, I called in about an hour and a half ago to reserve three rooms.”

The woman behind the counter nods and clicks the keyboard, “You said three?”

He nods, “Yes ma’am.”

“I only have two marked down here.. let me.. we just did shift change so let me see if the other person who took your call already left yet.”

“No, it’s okay” you walk up and she stops to look at you, “I can just room with one of them.” You look at Colby, “I’ll just stay with Sam, it seems easier than going on a manhunt right now.”

The lady smiles, “Thank you.”

“You good with that?” Colby looks at Sam and he nods, “Yeah, that works.”

You’ve been friends with Sam and Colby for years.

You’ve been on countless investigations with them, hung out with them a lot, you were close with them. Sam more than Colby, mainly because Colby already had a girlfriend and you didn’t want to overstep in anyway.

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“See you in the morning.” Colby mumbles as he swipes his room key. Sam swipes his and nods, “Yup.”

“Night.” You smile at Colby and follow Sam into the room.

You raise your brows at how nice it was, “Wow. Fancy.”

Sam nods, “Oh look.” He walks over to the window, “You can see the city lights from here.” He glances at you as you walk over, “That’s so pretty.”

You can feel Sam looking at you but you keep your gaze out the window, “I’m gonna go for a shower.” You look up at him as he looks away and he nods, “Sounds good.”

As you walk over to rummage through your suitcase, there’s a knock on the door and Sam walks over. He opens it and Colby walks in, “I think we should film the backstory of this house.”

Sam looks down at his watch and he nods, “Yeah, shouldn’t take more than an hour right?”

Colby nods and looks at you, “Do you want to be in this?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m going for a shower.”

He nods and you walk to the bathroom, “Have fun.” You tease with a laugh as you close the door.

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You bend down, wrapping your hair in the towel before you stand up. You grab your old clothes and reach for the door, but you hear Colby make his way out of the room.

Once the door clicks, you open up the bathroom door and walk out, “That was fast.”

Sam nods, kicking off his sneakers, “Yeah, there really isn’t much. I figured we can cut up the video and scatter it around the places in the video that we investigate, if that makes sense.”

You nod, setting your clothes down next to your suitcase, “I know what you mean.” You laugh, motioning towards the open bathroom, “Showers free.”

“I’m definitely going to take the opportunity.” Sam smiles and walks to the bathroom. You walk over, sitting down on the bed and tilt your head down.

You dry your hair with the towel before tossing it to the floor. You reach over, grabbing the remote from the stand and swing your legs up onto the bed and cover up before switching the tv on the wall on.

You flick through the channels, letting out a sigh when nothing good catches your attention.

You put on a show and grab your phone, scrolling through Instagram for a minute. You smirk, biting your lip when you see Sam’s post.

You flip through the photos, tilting your head as you come across a new selfie of his.

You double tap it, scrolling away to watch some dumb reels.

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You look up from the tv, giving Sam a smile as he walks out of the bathroom, “Better?”

He nods, tossing his towel to the floor, “Oh yeah.” He walks over, adjusting the band on his shorts before sitting down on the bed, “I’m shocked you’re not asleep yet.” He glances over at you as he moves to lay down.

“Me too, but I can’t stop thinking about the house. There’s so little information on it, but I just have this feelings we need to be ready.”

He nods slightly, tucking his arm under his head, “I was thinking about that while in the shower, I have that same feeling, actually.”

“Hopefully it’ll make a good video.” You reach over to plug your phone in and rest it on the nightstand.

“It’s always a good video when you’re with.” Sam smiles as you glance over at him, “I mean, mainly because you can sense things that we can’t, you know?”

“Right, right, yeah.” You move down, moving the pillows under your head more, “I’m just glad you guys like when I come. I went on one before with someone else and they said I needed to, dial it back, because I was taking away from them.”

You roll your eyes and look at Sam, he furrows his brows, “Are you actually fucking serious?” He scoffs, “Who was it?”

You shake your head, “It’s not that big of a deal, Sam. They asked me again, but I said no.”

“That’s ridiculous, I’m sorry, y/n.” Sam frowns and you roll over onto your side, “It’s fine, plus, I think they were just using me to try and get views because I work with you, and you’re a way bigger channel than they are.”

Sam smirks and nods. “Yeah, that’s usually how it goes.”

After a moment of silence, you let out a small sigh, “I’m going to try and get some sleep. Goodnight.” He nods, watching as you roll over, your back facing him, “Night.”

１１：２７ ｐｍ

You make your way down the hall, “Sam? Colby?” You look around, “Guys.. this isn’t funny, at all!” You take a shaky breath, glancing down at the camera in your hands, “I’m not making this up, I cannot find Sam or Colby anywhere- Sam! Colby!”

You suck in a breath as footsteps are heard from behind you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, preparing yourself to just make a run for it, “S-Sam? Co-Colby?” Your voice was shaky, you tried to move but couldn’t, like you were frozen in your place.

You feel a presence walk up behind you, a hand slides from your shoulder to your elbow and you feel a tear slide down your cheek, but something brushes it away.

You turn your head slowly, the image of a really freaky face flashes, and you gasp, sitting straight up in bed.

You glance over, your stare holding on Sam for a few seconds before you lay your hands over your face. To say you were anxious about this house, was an understatement.

It’s what’s living within the house, trapped, within the house that scares you.

“Hey.” Sam asks in a groggy, half asleep voice, “What- are you okay?”

You nod, taking a quiet breath before you look over at him, “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Another nightmare again?” He props himself up on his arm and you nod, “Yeah, but it wasn’t.. it was just a jumpscare, almost? I don’t know.”

He extends his arm out, his hand lying on your blanket covered thigh, “You’re good, sweetheart. I promise.”

You give him a smile, laying your hand on his, “I know.” You give his hand a squeeze and you move to lay back down, “you can go back to sleep, I’ll be fine.”

“Do you need anything?” He asks and you shake your head, pulling the blanket up further, “I’m okay.”

He nods, bringing his hand back over to his body and he lays back down, “Don’t be afraid to wake me up if you do.”

“Thank you.” You whisper quietly and you roll back over, bringing the blanket up to cover your ear. Sam is the only one who knows about the dreams you have, mainly because he understands you the most.

１１：３８ ｐｍ

You stare out the window, watching lights go by every so often.

You move around, attempting to get more comfortable so you can fall asleep, but nothing seems to be working.

You turn your head, listening to Sam breathing steadily before you slowly move to get out of bed.

You make your way to the bathroom and close the door, flipping on the light. You turn the cold water on, reaching under to wet your hand before leaning down to splash some onto your face.

“Think about something else.” You whisper to yourself, “Fuck.” You let out a sigh, turning off the water before grabbing a towel to dry your face.

You open the door, flipping off the light and you tiptoe back to bed, sitting down before slowly swinging your legs back up and lying down.

You inch a little bit closer to Sam, hoping that kind of gives you more security. You drag your pillow over, nuzzling your head against it as you let out a small sigh.

“You can come all over way over.”

Sam’s voice causes you to jump and you swallow, “I didn’t.. know if that would-“

He moves closer to you, his arm moving under the blanket to slip around your waist, “You’re good.”

You lay your arm over his, relaxing against his body, “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, I just wanna know you’re okay.” He presses a quick kiss to the back of your head, “Now try and get some sleep.”

You smile, closing your eyes as you try to fall back asleep.

０２：１９ ａｍ

You tilt you head back as his lips trail down your neck, “We..” you breath out, “We shouldn’t be doing this?”

“Why not?” He whispers, “No one has to know.”

A smile grows on your lips as you grind down on him, a whimper leaving your lips as his teeth sink in and pull at your skin, “Please.” He tilts his head back, “I want you so bad.”

You feel his hand slide down your side, pulling your hips back to meet his crotch. You thought you were still dreaming until your hand slid down to feel Sam’s hand on your hip for yourself.

You were embarrassed, unsure of what you should do.

Pretend to be asleep?

Move away?

Get out of the bed completely?

You laid still, racking your brain on what to do. You liked Sam, but it’s always been.. platonic, friendly between the two of you.

But now, you’re overthinking.

Why would his hand be on your hip, pulling you back into him? Is he pretending to be asleep, too?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You slide your hand over, slowly pushing the covers off of your legs and when you go to move Sam’s hand off of your body, he speaks, “Where are you going?”

“I-uh, I need to, um. Go pee.” You close your eyes and Sam hums, “Mm, sure you’re not running away from what you started?”

“What did I start?” You ask, clearly playing dumb, and he chuckles quietly, “What were you dreaming’ about sweetheart? Sure didn’t seem like a nightmare.”

You bite down on your cheek, “I don’t remember.”

“I think you do.” He pulls you back into his chest, his head lifting so his lips are right by your ear as he whispers, “You were whimpering in your sleep, and..” he chuckles lightly, squeezing your hip, “Grinding up against me.”

Your breathing grows quicker and you turn your head towards him, “If I tell you.. you can’t judge me, okay?”

“I could never judge you, sweetheart.”

“I was dreaming about..” you roll over onto your other side, facing him, “..Us..”

“Us?” He questions as he pulls you in closer, “Elaborate, please.”

“Isn’t it a little.. late?” You whisper and he shrugs, “I think I wanna be up for this.”

“For what?” You smirk, and he laughs, “Tell me about, us.. and maybe I can answer that.”

“It was.. something that could possibly affect our friendship..” you bite down on your lip, fighting back the urges to act on the tension, hard.

“In a good way, or a bad way?” Sam licks his lips and you sigh, “I would hope it would be in a good way.”

“So, why don’t we find out?” Sam leans in closer, “Hm.. If it makes things weird, we forget all about it. Bury it in the past.”

You think for a couple seconds and slide your hand up his bare chest to the side of his neck, “Are you sure you want to risk it?”

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“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to risk it, baby.” Sam closes the space with his lips on yours and pulls you in as close as he can get you.

Your leg rises, falling over his hip as his hand slides down to grip your ass.

He swallows your small moans with ease, biting down on your lip to earn louder whimpers from you.

He kisses down your neck as your head tilts back and his hand slides up and down in between your thighs. His fingers slips into your shorts and past the band of your panties.

Your nails dig into his shoulder as his fingers draw small and quick circles on your clit. Your jaw drops open with pleasure, small whimpers rolling off your tongue with quiet pleas attached.

“Please.” You gasp out, “Sam..”

“Take’em off.” Sam pulls his hand out, quickly sitting up to push his shorts and boxers down while watching you scramble to kick off your own bottoms.

He leans forward, falling and catching himself with his hands by your head, “You sure you wanna do this?”

You being your hand up, collecting spit into your fingertips before reaching down to coat the tip of his cock with it, “as you said..” you bite your lip, watching his face twitch with the sudden pleasure, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to risk it, baby.”

He smirks, leaning in to kiss your lips.

Your hands slide up, resting on the side of his neck as you feel him guide his cock up and down a few times before slipping into you.

You both gasp out, your low moans mixing together the further he pushes in.

“O-oh, Sam.” You crash your lips back onto his, moaning into his mouth as he rests there for a second, “You.. fuck, you feel so good.”

“You feel even better.” He mumbles against your lips, “So much better than I could have ever thought about.”

“Have you?” You ask, gasping as he pulls out and slowly thrusts back in. He nods, kissing your cheek back to your ear, “All the time.”

Your legs tighten around his waist, your chest pressing against his as your arm links around his neck, “F-fuck..”

He groans against your neck, his thrusts pick up just a little bit of speed, “Have you thought about me?”

“More times than I could count.” You turn your head, meeting his lips as he lifts his head up. Your lips move in a heated passion, his thrusts picking up to quickly guide you to the edge.

“D-Don’t stop.” You whimper out, “So close.. so close..”

Sam moans lowly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses your lips, “You amaze me every time I see you.”

He kissed back your jaw, stopping to whisper, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

You let out moans as your back arches upward, your walls squeezing his cock like your life depends on it.

Your thighs spasm and twitch as he guides you through that euphoric high, pulling more moans and whimpers out from you.

“Shh, baby. Wanna keep this our little secret for now, yeah?” He asks as he kisses back to your lips and you nod, “Y-yes.. yes..”

He slides his hand down to your leg, pulling it to unhook from his waist, “You have me ready to cum.”

You smirk, your chest rising and falling quickly as you try to contain your moans, “F-fuck, fuck.” You drag your nails up his back, burying your face into his neck.

Sam holds your head to him, his lips pressing against the top as his thrusts grow sloppy, “Shit.” He groans, “I-“

He pulls out, reaching down to push your shirt out of the way before his cum spills onto your pelvis.

You kiss him as he comes down, resting your head back with a smile. He smiles, leaning down to kiss you, “Sit still.”

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You nod, watching as he gets up to grab your towel from your shower. He walks back over and wipes off your skin, “So.. I think..” he stands up, dropping the towel back to the floor and you sit up, grabbing your panties to put back on, “You think.. what, Sam?”

He bends down to slip his boxers back on, and shakes his head with a smile, “I think we’re going to be just fine.”

You watch him as he walks back around to get into bed and you lay back, rolling to lay your head on his chest, “What makes you say that?”

He shrugs, brushing your hair from your forehead before giving it a kiss, “I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think there’s something between us.”

You smile, nodding your head before looking up at him, “Nothing in that statement is wrong.” You lean up and press your lips to his, “What time is it anyway?”

Sam lifts his head, looking behind you on your nightstand, “Almost.. three thirty I think?”

“Okay, so that means we can get a few more hours of sleep, at least.” You lay your head back onto his chest and you can’t help but giggle.

“What’s so funny?” Sam asks with a chuckle and you look up at him, “Are we going to get some more sleep?”

Sam smirks, “I mean, that depends on if you can keep your ass- I mean, hands to yourself.”

You roll your eyes with a smirk, “I already initiated it once. It’s your turn.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you sooo much you have no idea 🖤 I will catch you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[valley-of-headcanons]

You asked for request so here’s a fun silly one. Bachelor reacting to the farmer getting annoyed and yelling “Bite me!” In the middle of a fight/argument. Do they? Don’t they? Or does it just had fuel to the fire? Enjoy and have fun~

bachelors reacting to “bite me!” || headcanons

in the middle of a small argument, your words move faster than your brain. well, here goes nothing!

warnings: slightly suggestive at times? not really tho

requested by: anon! hiya, thank you so much for requesting! sorry for the mini-hiatus. life moves so fast sometimes. this isn't really well written, i apologize, not my finest but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! <3

alex

• Alex stared at you for a minute. The nature of the argument was playful, and your statement made him just want to tease you more. He playfully smirked at you, placing his hands on your hips with a small chuckle. He was pretty tall, so he was most likely looking down at you, a devilish grin on his lips.

• “Where?” he said, laughing softly. Seeing your face grow red, realizing what you've just said, he held back his laughter. He loved seeing you all flustered, and he's sure you just said that out of instinct. “Now you're getting all shy? You're no fun,” he fake-pouted. He released his grasp and watched you practically explode. It was really, really entertaining for him.

elliott

• Elliott wasn't expecting such a remark from you. He gasped playfully, placing a hand on his chest. It was like you had just insulted his entire family line and spit on his grave. How dare you say such a thing! He was really playing up his response, drawing it out in his dramatic way. That's just Elliot, and you absolutely love to see it.

• “Why would you say something so cruel?! To even suggest that I would do something as crude as biting you? That's preposterous! Gosh- that is so offensive- I don't think we should speak anymore. I will never utter a single word in your direction for the rest of eternity. Goodbye,” he said, his hand coming up to block you. He didn't mean it, he loves messing around in his own little way. What a man.

harvey

• Harvey's face flushed a bright red. He didn't expect such a comment, and it made his stomach do a somersault. He cleared his throat, taking a step back. Readjusting his coat, Harvey wracked his brain for things to say. You were so smug about it! You just stared at him with a big ole grin. Little bastard. He had no idea what to respond with, becoming a stuttering mess!

• “W-What?- wh- ... huh? H- ... How does that even come to mind in a situation like this? ... why would I bite you?- oh- you meant it as- ... I apologize for the misunderstanding- ... what do you mean, it's cute?!” he said, getting even more flustered as you kept going. The poor guy can never catch a break while you're around. You may be a menace to society, but you're Harvey's menace.

sam

• Sam says the phrase pretty often, so the fact that you started saying it practically warms his heart. But he's been waiting for the day someone says it to him. His perfect response, his perfect rebuttal. Sam doesn't get these moments often, so he's prepared! This is it, he's going to get you back so good! Hah, you're going to be practically speechless after you hear this!

• “Bite you? ... uhh- ... no, you probably taste like- ... hot dog water, or something else ... equally ... gross ... man, I really thought I had a good comeback this time,” Sam laughed, looking away nervously. He's just a little dumb, but you have to admit, it was probably the best response to that statement you've ever heard. So yeah, it did leave you speechless. Maybe not in the intended way, though.

sebastian

shane

• Sebastian softly smiled at your stupid little remark. It was cute, he had to admit. You were really cute in his eyes anyway. He loved you being “annoying,” even though others might not. It was amusing, and he loved every little aspect of you. Your little quirks are always fun to analyze on his end. So, he wanted to see how you'd react to this.

• “So you argued with me to ask me that? I would've done it without the argument, I'd bite you whenever,” he said, his face flushing softly. Yeah, he didn't think he'd say something like that either. You were bringing a playful and slightly more confident side out of him! Your face was just about as flushed as he was, both of you now sitting in flustered silence. How the tables have turned.

• Shane was going to fuck with you. Of course he was. His dry sense of humor, his slight pettiness. He loved fucking with you in little ways like this, especially when you were “upset.” His face was completely deadpan, staring at you for a few seconds. Silence filled the room for quite some time before he gave his response, leaving you questioning what was going through his head.

• “Disgusting. Why would you ever suggest that? That's fucking gross, man,” he'd say, before moving closer and softly sinking his teeth into your neck. He'd pull away, a smug grin on his face. “Don't ever suggest that again. Do you think that I'd do something as revolting as biting you? Geez, you need some serious therapy.”

[marlynnofmany]

Cave Space

The mechanic’s shop was the loudest and dirtiest place I’d seen on this space station so far, and somehow that was comforting. All the ritzy retail stores and elaborate restaurants tried to look as fancy as possible, even the cheap ones. But this place felt honest and straightforward. It had bare concrete floors and the kind of shelf displays that didn’t bother with signs to actually explain what you were looking at. A real mechanic would know.

I had no idea, but I was just here to help haul things. Blip and Blop might have been a better choice if the things in question proved to be heavy, but they were off wrangling jumbo tubs of food and medical supplies with Eggskin, and anyways we had the big hoversled this time. It would probably be fine.

Mimi was talking fast with an employee about manifolds and vents and lots of other words, waving a couple green tentacles while he stood on the rest. The employee was the biggest Heatseeker I could remember seeing, which was still only mid-rib-height on me. He reminded me of the short gym guys from back home, able to build muscle in every direction but up.

A box thumped onto a counter near me. “You here to help lift and pull?”

I found an older human woman grinning at me, wearing a tank top covered in grease and long white hair held back in a ponytail. Also the kind of arm muscle that said she yanked engines out of spaceships for fun.

“Something like that,” I said with a smile. “Gotta make sure nothing falls off the sled.”

She waved a hand. “Ah, we’ll strap it down for you. There’s enough ramps around here to cause problems if we don’t.”

“I bet,” I said, thinking back to the last time I’d chased something important down a hill. “Don’t want to risk any explosions or chemical spills.”

“Or slamming a gear shaft into the side of a building,” she agreed. “There was a bit of a mess the last time someone was sure they didn’t need their stuff tied down.”

I winced. “Ouch.”

“Yeah, it’s standard procedure now,” she said, opening the box to pull out multiple smaller boxes, all labeled with arcane terminology and numbers. They rattled as she stocked them on the shelf under the counter. “If they’d asked me, it would have been standard from the start, but what do I know? I’ve only been doing this kind of work for decades, on more planets than I care to count.”

“Sounds exciting,” I said as she finished stocking. “I haven’t been out here all that long by comparison, but there’s always something new to see.” A glance around the shop took in rows of alien technology, a Heatseeker with scales painted silver, and one of those centipede-like people whose species name I didn’t remember. I was pretty sure they were looking at a jetpack display.

“Oh sure, plenty of weirdos out here,” the woman said easily, ripping tape off the box and flattening it. “Though it’s easy to tip over from marveling at the wonders to feeling the kind of intense homesickness that you get when you’re light years away from home.”

“I suppose so.” I’d been pretty lucky on that front, since my alien coworkers were friendly sorts who made me feel welcome. But there were times when the sheer amount of empty space between me and Earth was a little too much to think about.

“You’ve got to find ways to remind yourself of where you come from, and take pride in it,” the older woman said with a pointed finger, like a grandparent giving career advice. “Recreate bits of home while you’re far from it.”

I thought back to the potted plants and sun lamp in my quarters, kept high enough that the cat couldn’t chew on them. “I like to think I do that,” I said. “Do you have a preferred method? Classic Earth songs, googly eyes stuck in funny places?”

She barked a laugh. “Ha! Nothing I’d admit to. But I’ll show you my current favorite touchstone to humanity.” She dug in a pocket.

I stepped closer, curious, as she pulled out something palm-sized. She rested her elbows on the counter and held it up, framed by splayed fingers with appropriate drama.

It was a rock, smooth and shiny like it had been polished by a river and then by a thick layer of varnish, and it was covered in minuscule handprints. All in earthtones, like a cave painting reduced to pocket size: some in silhouettes like tiny hands had pressed mud or ash against the cave wall, and others shadowed by color like the prehistoric artist had chewed charcoal and spat it carefully around their fingers.

(I’d done that in school one day, with one of the cool teachers, who taught us the basics of humanity’s oldest style of airbrushing. It was incredibly messy and trickier than I’d expected. It gave me renewed respect for the artists from eons ago whose artwork had survived into modern times.)

And this was that same thing, made small enough to carry around the galaxy, a tiny reminder of home. “That’s fantastic,” I breathed.

“Isn’t it?” she asked, rubbing at the shine. “I got it from a traveling artist awhile back. If I was in a different line of work, I’d sell clothes with this pattern on them. It’s the kind of thing that makes other Earthlings smile.” She stood up and put it back in her pocket with a wink. “Not like googly eyes, but still good.”

“Yes, still good!” I agreed, smiling. I would have liked to talk more about it, maybe find out where that traveling artist had gone, but Mimi was wrapping up his conversation. A door opened to admit a trio of Heatseekers carrying a huge cylinder that was probably destined for somewhere in the guts of our ship.

“I’ll get the tie-down straps,” said the woman, rummaging under a different section of counter.

“Thanks,” I said, though I don’t think she heard me. The air was full of talk and the sound of clawed feet on concrete. I hurried to take up a position by the controls of the hoversled, making sure it stayed locked in place.

The team worked quickly, and in no time they had it strapped down well enough that it wouldn’t budge even if the gravity cut out completely. (Which had better not happen; I’d had more than enough of that kind of nonsense at the last station.)

Mimi processed the payment, tapping a screen with one tentacle tip and thanking the employees for having this whatsit in stock. I got the impression that it wasn’t the one he’d actually come to get, but it was better in some way or other.

“Thanks again!” I said as we tugged the sled toward the door. I waved at the other human and she waved back, two hands signaling kinship briefly across the room. Then she took her flattened box into the back and I stepped out into the artificial sunlight, looking for signs leading back to the spaceport.

The gravity behaved, and the ramps were no trouble. Blip and Blop were there to help unload the thing. I asked Mimi if he wanted three people to maneuver it into wherever it went, or if I should go put the hoversled away.

He was busy climbing inside of the cylinder with a flashlight, for whatever reason. “Nah, not enough space for everybody,” his gravelly voice echoed. “Let me just — really? Another one?” A faint squeak sounded like he was rubbing a tentacle against the side.

“What is it?” I asked, bending to look inside. Blip and Blop crowded behind me, a jumble of curious muscles and silks.

Mimi grumbled, “This is the third engine part that I’ve gotten with these annoying marks. All from different sources, too. If I ever find out which finger-having species is doing it, we are going to have words.”

Deep inside the cylinder, in a spot that likely would never have been seen by anyone but an agile mechanic, was a patch of handprints. Mimi had already smeared the ones made in grease, but the others looked like they might have been paint. All in earthtones. A cave painting in the depths of a spaceship.

Blip and Blop chorused, “Not it.”

I bit my lip to hide a smile. “It’s a mystery.”

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Inspired by this excellent artwork by @letmeinimafairy! It deserved at least one story, if not several.

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These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

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The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

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Swing, Swing Baby

Summary: You go to a party with your husband for Halloween, but it isn't just any type of party. It's a swinging party. He goes off to find a partner of his own, and that's when you meet Eren. He shows you just how fun swinging can be.

A/N: Another kinktober fic! ...Late. I know! But we only have one more after this. These are coming out late, but better late than never, right? Comments are appreciated! I'd love to know what you think!

CW: Smut, Swingers, Costumes, 69 (Sex Position), Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Alcohol, Dirty Talk, AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral Reader

W/C: 1,690

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

It’s loud in here. Music bounces off the walls, filling the house with bass. Your husband is long gone by now, his comforting presence no longer by your side. It’s not like you’re anxious - you’ve just never been here before. This was the first time you and your husband decided to go to a party like this. 

Lights fill the living room as you walk on the sidelines, your eyes glued to the couples around you. It’s a mess of tongue and roaming hands, the sight causing your gut to warm. 

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before.” A man says next to you. 

You jump in place before swiveling your head in his direction. A lump forms in your throat when you realize how attractive he is. He has long brown hair pulled into a bun, with bright green eyes popping out of his skeleton makeup. 

“Probably cause I haven’t been here before,” you tease, fully facing him.

He’s shameless in the way he lets his eyes drag across your figure, slowly at first until he reaches your face. Your skin is warm all over, but you feign confidence. 

“Touché. What’s your name?” 

You tell him your name and he tells you his, Eren, before he offers to get you a drink. You let him because you figure you’ll need something to ease your nerves. It’s hard to figure out why he’s talking to you, when presumably he could have anyone at this party. 

Eren comes back with two red solo cups, one for you and one for him. His magnetic green eyes watch you as you take a small sip of the drink before holding it close to you. 

“Any good?” He questions, taking a gulp of his before leaning against the wall beside you. 

He made two margaritas, the lime juice embedded in your bottom lip as you speak. 

“It is pretty good.” You say, looking around the room. “Where’s your partner?” 

Eren chuckles and follows your gaze. Maybe you weren’t supposed to ask that? It was hard not to, you were incredibly curious. Where was she? Was she in this room, watching you speak to him? Or was she already coupled off with someone else? You had to know. 

“She’s with another guy already. It never really takes her long to find someone.” 

“Oh, so you’ve been to this kind of party before?” 

Eren grins at you, and you try not to let the anxiety claw at your insides. 

“Yeah, a couple times. They’re always super fun, and the people are nice. But I will say, I’ve never met someone like you before.” 

Your cheeks burn at the comment, and you eye him as he scoots closer. His cologne fills the air around you, a mixture of sandalwood and nutmeg. 

“Yeah?” You straighten up, looking into his eyes. 

“Yeah, you look great in your costume.” He murmurs, dragging a finger across your skirt. 

You were dressed as a butterfly, at least that’s what you were going for anyway. It wasn’t overtly obvious with the skirt and tight shirt you wore, but the wings on your back certainly helped. 

You lean forward, pressing your chest against his as the tension between you grows. All of a sudden you forget that you’re even at a party; in your head it’s just the two of you. 

“Do you want to…should we…” you breathe out, your mind jumbling all the words that fall from your lips. 

Eren chuckles and pulls away, holding out a hand for you. “Do you want to find somewhere private?” 

You agree maybe too readily, causing him to grin. His touch is warm beneath you, his fingers intertwined with yours as he leads you down a long hall. 

It’s impossible to keep your hands to yourself for too long. He turns around and smashes lips against yours as he walks towards a vacant room. Anticipation starts to grow in your stomach. You were going to sleep with someone besides your husband. There was only one rule. You couldn’t go all the way with your partner. Your husband agreed to follow the rule as well. You whisper the rule to Eren between messy kisses and slick tongues, and he easily accepts. It shouldn’t be too hard to follow, even if you really want more from him.  

The two of you stumble into an empty bedroom, with wandering fingers scraping exposed skin. The light is already low and the bed looks a bit too inviting. Eren parts away from your lips, before laying on the plain bed, his body relaxed as he waits for you. 

“What-“ you begin, unsure what he’s getting at. 

“Want you on top of my face,” he sighs out, adjusting the pillow behind his head before beckoning you with two fingers. “Come on.” 

There’s lead in your throat and weights on your feet as you glide over to the bed. It doesn’t even creak as you ease yourself on top of his lean body. The two of you are still fully dressed, a fact you’re well aware of based on the rising of your body temperature. There’s no time to take your clothes off. No time for anything else but this. 

You position yourself on your hands and knees above him, with your face inches from his growing core, the bulge of it not lost on you. It's making your mouth water, the way you can see his cock twitch and jump beneath his black jeans. 

Eren’s making quick work of your underwear behind you, taking it off so fast the fabric nearly rips. He must be as excited for this as you are. Maybe even more excited than you. 

“Eren-“ you chide, not wanting your underwear to rip. 

He cuts you off immediately, his tongue diving into your pulsing heat. You let out a drawn out groan, your body jumping in surprise. Eren wraps his hands around your thighs, dragging you further down on his face. 

You claw at his legs, briefly forgetting this was supposed to be a mutual activity. Eren reminds you easily, swatting the side of your ass as he slides his tongue over your cunt. You let out a moan before fumbling with his pants. Your shaky hands pull down his zipper, before you ease his cock from the confines of his boxers. 

It fills your hand nicely, the weight of it pushes against the inside of your palm. He’s harder than you thought possible, and there’s already a steady stream of precum dripping from his slit. 

It looks too good to resist. 

You flick your tongue against his tip, reveling in the shaky breath he lets out behind you. The air is warm against your clit while he circles his tongue around. You have no time to focus on how good it feels. You open your mouth wider to take him in more, letting his cock slip past your lips and down your throat until it’s all you feel. He’s hitting the back of your throat in a way that you know will leave bruises, but somehow that makes it even better. 

“Just, just like that.” He speaks against your pussy, words ghosting over your tender flesh as he dives his tongue into your hole. 

You rock back against his face, letting his hands guide you back and forth as you use his tongue. Your head is bobbing now, while you drag your tongue on the underside of his cock. The noises the two of you are making are downright filthy. You would be inclined to believe the whole house could hear you, if it weren’t for the blaring music downstairs. 

Eren sticks his tongue out to circle your clit, his grip tightening as your moans increase. You briefly wonder if the concoction of his spit and your cum will smudge his Halloween makeup, but you don’t have much time to think before he wraps his lips around you. He’s sucking your swollen clit with everything he has, the pressure making your breath hitch. It's a miracle you aren’t passing out from oxygen loss between his skills and his cock. 

You swallow around him, your throat constricting around his cock before you speed up. The inside of your mouth is covered with his precum, the taste salty sweet as it flows down your esophagus. 

“Fuck yeah baby,” he moans against you. “Shiiiit,” Eren whimpers. 

Your high is approaching all too fast. If you had it your way, you wouldn’t be leaving this room for the next several hours. You think he must be getting close too, judging by the way his hips are rotating beneath you, as if he’s trying to reach as deep as he can into your throat. 

Eren sucks your clit one more time and that’s all you need to be pushed over the edge. You moan admittedly loudly around his cock, letting him slip even deeper than before. He buries his face against your pussy to swallow every drop of cum you so graciously give, before rutting his hips against your mouth. He cums not a moment later than you, the warm liquid seeping down your throat. There’s so much of it that it easily starts to drip from the corners of your lips, making a mess out of your chin. 

You swallow as much of it as you can before popping off, slipping your tongue out to clean your lips. When you slide off his face to sit next to him, you notice that he looks like a mess. As much of a mess as you probably look. His luscious locks are this way and that, ruining the perfect bun he wore before. There’s a lustsick expression on his face, and your cum covers his mouth and chin. You let out a giggle at the sight before he follows, his rich voice filling the small room. Eren reaches a thumb up to drag across his bottom lip, wiping away your cum. 

“Let me know if your husband ever changes his mind on your guy's rule,” He says, his tone joking but you know he most certainly isn’t. 

You can agree on that. 

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Beyond the Sea | Luke Castellan | IV

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Unclaimed Poseidon!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, established relationship, Gods being terrible parents

The mess hall was quiet, you had gotten to the Hermes table early, the sun was shining warm golden rays on your skin. It was a beautiful morning, relaxing even. 

“Y/n!” Annabeth nearly screamed from across the pavilion. There went your relaxation.

“Good morning to you too Annabeth.” You smiled at her as she stormed the table. “What’s wrong?”

“Ya know the new kid?” She asked.

“Percy?” You confirmed.

“Something happened last night.” She said cryptically.

“Oh?” You sat up straighter. “He seems really sweet just make sure you’re always safe-”

“Oh my gods!” She shouted and covered her ears. “Not like that! Something else happened.”

Before Annabeth could get another word out Luke’s voice came booming behind you.

“Morning ladies!” Someone was in a good mood.

“I’ll tell you later.” She practically scowled at Percy as she walked away.

“Well, she’s a ray of sunshine.” Percy watched Annabeth as she left.

“What’re you two up to?” You asked as they took a seat with you at the table.

“Giving Percy my life story.” Luke shrugged.

“Not again.” You said sarcastically making Luke roll his eyes at you.

“Anyways, before camp, I was on the road. Me and a forbidden kid I met along the way. Her name was Thalia.” Luke smiled a little when he said her name. It made your stomach hurt and your face flush. You were jealous of a tree.  

“And what does that mean, forbidden?” Percy asked. 

“A long time ago, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades agreed their children were becoming too powerful, so they made a pact not to father anymore. And it held for a long time until Zeus broke that pact. Until Thalia.” Luke explained. 

“Forbidden kids attract trouble.” You added. “Monsters everywhere, constantly battling to stay alive.”

“One day, we, uh, find this little girl hiding in an alley. Annabeth. We were worried about taking her in, exposing her to all that danger. Then we saw her fight.” He chuckled at the memory then fell silent. “Thalia didn't make it. But Annabeth and me... we did. And we've been family ever since.”

“She's been watching me since I got here. Why?” Percy asked.

“Annabeth is the strongest warrior in camp.”

“Rude” You mumbled

“The only way left to prove herself is to go on a quest.” Luke gave you a little smirk as he continued

“And what does this have to do with me?”

“Chiron's been promising her for years,” Luke explained again. 

“One day, a demigod would arrive who was fated to go on a quest that even Chiron couldn't prevent. And when that happened, she could join it.” You explained to Percy. “Every new arrival, Annabeth watches, looking for a sign they're the one. Usually, she gives up after a day or two, but she's still watching you.” 

“Can you ask her to knock it off?” Percy said shyly.

“Yeah, sure. But what if she's right?” Luke shrugged.

“Annabeth will always do what she wants.” You chuckled. The conch shell rang and everyone turned back to see Chiron in the center of the pavilion.

“Heroes... it's time.” He announced. “The game begins.”

Everyone rose from their seats and began to follow Chiron.

“We’re doing this now?” Percy scrambled from his seat at the table. 

“Don’t worry kid, you’ll have fun.” You laughed at him.

“So what about you.” He asked, you looked at him with a raised brow. “How’d you end up here.”

“Well, I was alone for a long time.” You and Percy followed the large crowd up the hill, Luke continued ahead to talk with Annabeth. “A couple of years. I was constantly running from monsters and eventually one trapped me. I was stuck in a cave and I couldn’t get out. I was in there for a few days before they found me.”

“Who found you.” He was listening intently.

“Luke,” You smiled. “It was technically Grover’s quest, him, Luke, and Clarisse.” Percy’s nose crinkled in disgust. “Clarisse is an acquired taste.”

“So you and Luke,” Percy said slowly. “You guys…” He was making a gesture with his hands, you thought it was supposed to mimic kissing. You laughed and smacked his hands.

“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.” You hadn’t called him that in a while. Dating at camp wasn’t forbidden but it wasn’t encouraged. Especially in a case like yours, living in the same cabin. Everyone knew you and Luke were together, when you first started dating you had to have some strongly worded conversations with a few aphrodite campers.

“For how long.” He seemed genuinely interested.

“Hard to say.” You shrugged. “It never really had a clear start. Just sort of happened.”

“You’ve been here three summers.” He eyed your necklace.

“This’ll be number four.” You confirmed.

“And you like it?” He asked as you finally came up over the hill.

“Happiest place on earth.”

Everyone got suited up and gathered supplies before separating to our designated sides of the river. Chiron went over the rules and the first conch blew.

“All right.” Annabeth jumped immediately into action. “We have 20 minutes before the second conch and game on. You know what you're doing?”

“Yes, ma'am.” You and Luke said in unison and prepared to take off. 

“Hey.” She stopped you. “Today feel like a winning kind of day to you?”

“As always.” You smiled.

“I'll see you on the other side.” Luke smirked. “Company, move out!”

Percy went to follow you and Luke but Annabeth stopped him. “Not you, sunshine. You're with me.” Percy looked at you like he was asked for help but all you could do was give him a sympathetic smile.

You and Luke escorted the flag carrier to the decided location then set out for the red team’s flag.

“Annabeth tell you what she has planned?” You asked Luke.

“Not really, just that she has a job for Percy.”

“That scares me.” You sighed. Before Luke could respond the sound of screaming and battle cries came from the trees behind you. A group of red soldiers came charging out of the woods towards you. You and Luke had done this so many times before it was as instinctual as breathing. You lined up back to back and fought off those dumb enough to try to attack you.

“Watch out!” Luke shouted as an arrow came down at you. The two of you rolled away from each other. When you emerged a warrior was right in front of you ready to strike you down. You took a slash at the back of her knees that sent her to the ground. You glanced over at Luke who seemed to be managing two opponents just fine. You took on each soldier one by one until finally, one girl raised her arms in surrender.

“We give up.” She panted.

“I wanna move quick.” Luke explained as he sheathed his sword. “Straight through the woods to their flag.”

“Clarisse hunts in those woods for the first few hours, you know that. She's gonna cut us down.” Chris spoke up. 

“Annabeth's got a plan.” Luke told him. “Percy's on it.”

Chris rolled his eyes a little.

“Come on, trust the kid a little.” You told him.

“When it's time, he's gonna be ready. I know it.” That seemed to instill a bit of confidence in the rest of the group because they all started towards enemy territory.

“Percy’s gonna be ready right?” He whispered to you.

“Totally.” You lacked confidence.

You and Luke caught up with the group and continued through the woods. You led the group quietly past a few small groups of soldiers having to convince Luke each time that you could take the stealth tactic and not just storm in. You came to a clearing in the woods and where it was. A bright red flag planted in the ground, waving in the wind.

“This has to be a trap.” You looked around. “No one’s here.”

“I agree,” Luke whispered. “I don’t trust it.”

“Perfect. You volunteer then.” You used the butt of your sword to push Luke out of the woods and into the clearing. He stumbled to his feet, raised his sword, and looked around waiting for the enemy to attack. 

“I don’t see anyone.” He said in a hushed voice to you. Almost as if on cue a flash of red came falling out of the tree above him. A girl with a sword came hurdling down on top of Luke knocking his sword out of his hands and sending it flying to the ground. You rushed the two of them, pushing the girl off of Luke and pinning her to the ground. You had a knee on her left arm and the other was under your hand. With your free hand, you had the blade of your sword against her cheek.

“I surrender.” She sputtered. By the time you got to your feet the rest of the group had handled the other two members of the red team that were guarding the flag. Luke grabbed the flag and turned to look at you with a big smile on his face.

“Look at this killer.” That was the nickname he gave you when you fought. You loved to fight, it made you passionate and deadly. He gestured to the flag in his hands. “Look what I got.”

“Congratulations.” His smile was contagious to you. “Getting the flag is easy, getting it back is the hard part.”

Clarisse was always hunting, waiting for us to get cocky after capturing the flag just to try to kill us on our way back. But this time that didn’t happen. We made our way back, fighting off a few opponents and reuniting with several members of our team. Soon the river was in sight and the company began to charge. Luke triumphantly placed the flag in the rocks, sealing our victory. Everyone cheered and shouted in victory and you couldn’t help but admire Luke. He raised his sword in the air and cheered, he looked like a true hero. He turned and began to search the crown with his eyes before they landed on you. He practically ran to you, pushing through other people with his shield to get to you. He dropped his sword and shield on the ground and ripped off his helmet before placing both hands on the sides of your face and pulling you in to kiss him. When he pulled away his hair was messy from underneath his helmet and his cheeks were flushed with adrenaline. You couldn’t help but laugh at his forwardness, affection around camp had to be kept to a minimum to avoid unwanted attention from Chiron or Mr. D. However every once in a while in the heat of the moment Luke didn’t care about the attention. Your loving moment was cut off by Percy’s shouts.

“What is wrong with you?” Percy was sitting in the water looking up at Annabeth who must have pushed him. You had no clue why she would do that until he stood up.

When Percy rose from the water a shimmering blue trident appeared floating above his head. Your stomach dropped, the sounds around you became muffled, your face paled. You were white hot with fury practically seeing red. You had waited nearly three years for your father to claim you, even chalking it up to him choosing not to claim you because of the pact to no longer father forbidden children. But now, this kid has been here for three days and your father claimed him. Everything you’d ever wanted in your life he got in three days. You didn’t come back to reality until you felt a hand land on your shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” Luke asked as you jumped away from his touch. “Let's go somewhere and talk-”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You shrugged him off. You could hear the whispers now, feel the stares. You had tried to keep your powers in check but over the years there had been slip-ups. When you accidentally threw a wave at Silena Beauregard for getting a little too close and comfortable with Luke. Rumors spread fast at camp.

You pushed through the crowd as hot tears welled in your eyes. As you walked past the cabins trying your best not to look at the blue cabin at the end of the row your mind was on one thing. You hated the gods.

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Fishing Rod (Ending 9) (Finn x Reader)

woooo sorry for such a long wait between this and the previous ending, i admittedly got a bit sucked in with things and i just... wasnt really feeling updating for a bit. lots of internal stuff going on that i dont wanna unpack here- anyway. no poll for this one, the next ending is already determined BECAUSE ill be out of state some time soonish but i dont. have a window yet. irritating stuff. but whatever. polls will return soon, prewriting endings in preparation since its a long drive and ill no doubt be beat even after i come back notes: gn toon reader, admin really didnt want to write fish puns so he found a work around sorry gang, dork finn my beloved, he sometimes doesnt know when to stop the jokes though, rushed admittedly but i at least try to have fun here, theres actually a explicit confession here woo yeah-- i THINK looeys also had a confession but idr, pre game, potential ooc word count: 2.2k cws: none

Everyone’s eyes glue onto you as you reach your hand into the opening of the sack and pull out…

Something long and thin- not at all made of wood but rather plastic. It nearly caught on the other items in the sack as you tried to pull it out… the shape awkward against all the clutter as a faint and muffled pulling sound managed to slip out through the mess and fabric.

It got stuck. 

You shift your hands around the orange rubber grip that finally peeked through the sack’s opening. 

“Looks like you caught something,” Dandy snickered under his breath as he tugged the sack back towards him- your attempts to pry whatever the item was nearly ripping it from his hold… you were almost tempted to backtrack and just pick something else… but you felt that might have been humiliating to whoever the trinket belonged to.

You were in too deep now anyway. 

Another tug and the thing finally freed itself- some of the other trinkets coming out along with it. A toy fishing rod, perfect for a toon sized body. A blue bandana caught on its not very sharp hook- your eye darted to Boxten… no wonder he looked off when you had glanced at him a moment ago. He wasn’t wearing his bandana. 

The fabric falls from the hook and you awkwardly pass it back to Dandy to shove back into the bag… you nearly felt bad.. Choosing to avoid making eye contact with the music box. 

The fishing rod is shifted around in your hands… you didn’t need to ask around to know who it belonged to- and you could already hear the sea of jokes you were going to be tormented with for the next seven minutes… you weren’t sure you were emotionally ready to bear it, even if you overall enjoyed the owner. Something about being in a dark confined room for nearly ten minutes being treated to a personal comedy act felt almost torturous- perhaps you were already worked up from your brief struggle of trying to free the rod… and the stares. 

Something in your jaw tightened as Finn’s clinking steps quickly approached- you didn’t even realize Dandy had made a fish related joke when you were fighting for your life with the trinket. 

“Nice one!” Finn snickered as he beamed at the flower. All things considered Finn was careful and fleeting as he took the rod away from you- handling it as if it were some sacred relic that could stuff any storm despite being made of mere plastic. Something you would find in a gift shop somewhere. 

“I’ll have to think of something reel quick before you can fish it,” 

He laughed at his own jokes- and you were trying to debate if there was really only one pun in the sentence. Your tongue tensed and shifted in the back of your throat as you held it- Glisten’s stifled groan from somewhere in the crowd wasn’t at all lost on you. 

Barely a minute passed between standing there in front of everyone and making your way to the dark storage closet connecting the main gift shop to the Christmas one- but you could already feel a headache brewing in your temples from the sheer amount of jokes he packed into the one sided conversation you were barely keeping up with. It’s like he needed it to breath.

For as oblivious as he could be when he was being mildly annoying, he at least noticed your silence. 

“What’s wrong? Catfish got your tongue?” He chuckled again at his own joke- hardly did he ever manage to deliver a line with a straight face. The tired sigh slipping through your teeth sounded almost muted against the constant glass clink of his body against itself- each step was never silent and it was a wonder he’d manage to worm himself into things without getting noticed in an instant. 

It took everything to make your voice come out softer- you weren’t… angry with him but irritation could be an ugly beast. 

“Could you… tone it down on the jokes, at least while we’re doing the game..?” 

His smile faltered for a moment and you felt awful about it. 

“I’m just not in the mood to hear it all back to back today- headache- it’s not.. You-” 

He quickly lifted his hands and tried to wave you into silence. It worked, you were already trailing off and trying to lessen the impact too late. 

“It’s alright! I get it- I guess I can get a bit carried away with it, huh?” Finn let his hands fall as you both stepped into the dark storage closet… stuffy- already an uncomfortable clamminess settled over your skin. Maybe… it was a good thing you went ahead and voiced your concerns about the fishbowl’s humor before the thick and wet air pushed you over the edge.

A small pile of dust formed as you dragged your feet across the wooden floor- leaving a track in the mess. Did the staff just… not clean up in here? Away from the eyes of Gardenview’s countless visitors or not it was… gross… and you silently ached for Tisha when it was her turn to get into the closet. You mourned for whoever she would get stuck inside with… doubtful that either of them could have much fun during their round… 

The idea of whether or not the others would have fun was pushed to the back of your mind as you tried to make yourself comfortable against the wall. Finn quickly followed suit, settling himself to your left with a sharp clink of his glass- the motion sending some of the water splashing over his rim and to the dust.. Mixing in and making a gross slush. You could argue it made it worse- but you didn’t make a comment on it in the face of his obliviousness, no doubt having long grown used to his habit to spill over on the floor. 

As the silence settled around you- save for the muffled sound of the Christmas music of the lobby outside creeping in- it grew… mildly uncomfortable.

Finn’s hands flexed and shifted at his sides and drummed against the wall- the tips of his fingers hooking against loose pieces of wallpaper and mindlessly tugging at them to expose the material underneath. Stone, you had to guess with the coldness that pushed itself into your spine. 

“You put your entire rod in the bag…?” You finally broke the silence.

It was… rather funny… looking back on it- the trinket was definitely unconventional given the scenario, and maybe… you could learn to laugh back at the memory of having to fight it out of the sack. 

“Didn’t have like… a toy fish- you know,” You pointed to your head and Finn gasped. 

“Well… I’d never use Barnaby! Why… I’m almost offended you’re even bringing up the idea!”

It was over dramatic, and the shift away from your position sent even more water splashing out onto the floor- but to be honest… it added to the humor as the grin broke across his glass face. 

Neither of you could hold back the quiet string of giggles- and it was only made worse as Finn snorted on his own breath. 

“Well don’t you have another fish toy? I know you do- I’ve seen Gigi leaving your room with a bunch of them-” 

His giggles faltered for a moment.

“She didn’t…

“She did!” 

He leaned his head back in partial annoyance… overplayed, and an even louder splash of water.

Was it tap water? Bottled? You don’t think you’ve ever seen his head empty now that you took a moment to think about it. 

“So like… do you need to keep water in your head…? What happens if it goes empty?” 

Finn paused. He looked down at the soaked floorboards below and offered a soft “oh…” 

Swiping his foot over the puddle did nothing to move it- only forcing it to mix with the blanket of dust before. The toon’s mouth tugged in a tight line against the faint squelch. 

“Nothing bad happens- it just feels weird… looks weird too, I mean have you ever seen an empty fishbowl?” 

His bowl looked about half full now- the turning of his head at least wasn’t enough to make the water fling over the edge of his head. 

He did have a point. What was the purpose of a waterless fishbowl, even if there was no marine life inside? 

“...fair point…” You mumbled before shifting around. 

“You don’t think Boxten got too offended that I put his bandana back into the bag?” 

Finn pursed his lips- or at least tried. 

You never actually noticed that his face was flat on his face. Even when he furrowed his brow in thought his glass remained in place. 

“I don’t think so- he doesn’t strike me as the type to take things like that too hard… though… I wouldn't mind him being in here- you think he has sea shanties in his head?” 

You exhaled through your nose.

…

Did toons have noses? How did you do that- did you even actually-

“I guess you’re right… but still, I kind of feel bad about it now-” 

You shifted against the wall. 

The silence settled back between the two of you- Finn didn’t offer any additional response to your worries. Maybe he just didn’t know what to say to make you feel better about the indirect rejection. It’s not like you… meant to be cruel. Would having three toons at once be allowed? 

“I’m… actually glad it's just us two in here actually-” Finn suddenly confessed. You shoot him a look from the corner of your eye- no particular emotion… but whatever it looked like to Finn sent him into a quick splutter to try to explain.

“Not that I don’t like him of course, Boxten’s nice and all but-”

Finn trailed off. 

“I like you- I think you’re a reel catch, and-” His eyes squinted against the grin stretched across his face. You didn’t call him out for the pun, instead choosing to at least hear him out. 

“I really like you-” 

His glass knuckles clinked against each other as he shifted his vest around- shuffling the puffy collar of it up against the lower curves of his bowl. 

“I know… I agreed to not using puns but I can’t help it- I think you’re the only fish in the sea for me,” 

His grin quirked up lopsided. 

And for a brief confession, it felt like he was being true. 

If you were being honest you expect Finn to drag things out- not that you wanted him to… but more so because he seemed like the type to keep things going even after the other person had given him his answer. 

Like beating a dead seahorse. 

But his smile was contagious, even the dull throb in the side of your head could be ignored long enough to give him a curl of your lips. 

His palms clacked together. 

“So I was sinking- how about you and I…” He trailed off. 

“You’re pushing it,” You teased.

You shuffled closer to Finn.

And he stayed put. 

Even with inches between the two of both of you, you could feel the surface of his bowl beginning to warm against your cheek. 

“Had a reeling I was,” He tugged at the bottom of his vest- that did nothing to pull the collar from his head… he only sunk his head into himself sheepishly as he grinned to himself like an idiot. 

“Why don’t we get some lunch tomorrow and talk more about this? How… does one sound? I don’t think Gardenview’s opening tomorrow since it’s.. No… wait.. I think it’s still open tomorrow.. Christmas Eve…” You mumbled under your breath. 

“We can do the day after,” 

A lunch date on Christms.

Why not? It’d be one of the few times the place would be closed- it’d give you both the time to really talk about things without needing to entertain visitors. It was probably the best you could do for a while- waiting for Easter Sunday didn’t sound all that appealing. 

You nod.

Barely a motion but it seemed to send Finn straight to cloud nine. 

Nothing else was given the chance to break through the air before Dandy’s knock on the other side of the door filled the air. 

Almost instantly Finn pushed himself off of the wall with enough force to send a splatter of water to the wall where he just stood- before he staggered to the door; excitement radiating off of him in near vibrations. 

“Well in that case I’m really going to brainstorm to impress you-”

You wanted to tell him he didn’t need to do that… you had the sneaking suspicion you were going to be buried in fish facts and puns. He was lucky his passion was endearing.

The door swung open- the sheer speed it snapped open under Finn’s hand and his splashing stunning the flower into silence before he can speak. 

“Christmas..! Noon! I’ll be sure to remember!” 

…You had said one, didn’t you? 

Dandy’s eyes darted between you two before Finn shifted on his feet. Despite his eagerness to leave the room he had waited for you in the holiday gift shop- and even if the walk back to the party was spent in barely suppressed silence- a contrast to the walk to the gift shop earlier- the air remained light. Unspoken joy hung between you both- mostly radiating off of Finn as he visibly marked down ideas of how Christmas day should go. 

He was lucky he was so endearing.

[writingstoraes]

begin again 🌷 (split pt. 3)

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: the long awaited part 3! this took so long only cause i had no idea how i want it to go lol anyway i hope u guys love this one :D lmk what u think!

about: almost a year after your split with charles, fans take a trip down memory lane and wondering why the two of you seemed to have watered things down after soft launching other people months ago. a bunch of rumors also set twt crazy along with speculations at your paddock appearance where you apparently support ferrari.

read: part 1, part 2 (can read on its own, but the parts provide context hehe)

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yourusername back at the happiest place on earth ❤️

lilymhe Have fun, love xo

yourbff Looking that good just to watch a race????

tyretactics QUEEN I ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD TO YOU EVERY RACE

charliez1655 miss mam twt is on fire we all miss you 😪

leclercsluv wdym shes almost always at every race ricciardoshooey no they meant w charles lol

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Now playing: Charles Leclerc, 2023 Austrian GP, Post-Sprint Shootout Interviews

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yourusername on a wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again

lecslover looking GOOD AS HELL QUEEN

sainzplaylist god shes back to the man shes been soft launching i think i am going to be: sick

1655lecs that might be charles, we don't know 🙏 sainzplaylist yeah i think its time we let that go lol

wagsqueens mam im sorry wym by begin again???

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charles_leclerc It's nice to have a friend 🌅

tyreexpert u cant tell me thats not y/n 😪 she's his friend after all...

joris__trouche Looking sharp!

lecssainz16 war is over you guys theyre back at it i am in my acceptance stage now

Some months later...

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yourusername i am and willl always be your number one fan. words cannot encapsulate how proud i am of you; truly, you deserve all of this and so much more. congratulations, my love ❤️

it's nice to see you running towards me again :)

ps. yes we've been soft-launching each other the past months hahaha

leclercfan AM I DREAMING SOMEONE PINCH ME

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charles_leclerc Sunshine in human form.

A few months ago, I started hanging on to the fact that in good faith and in good time, things will eventually work its way out. Almost a year ago, it seems as if we have closed a chapter but today, we are living proof people who are made for each other can begin again.

Ce sera toujours toi 🤍 It will always be you.

scuderiaferrari We missed you tons, Y/N! ❤️

wagsf1 the queen of all queens is back we love to see it

lecslover it's years later and he still talks about her the same way he always have 🥹

sainzchamp The way theyve been soft launching each other all this time and that one rumor of Charles being with another girl was still Y/N 😭

yourusername sold our apartment already? too bad 😆

charles_leclerc I never actually sold it, if I did, I'd probably buy it back

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy, @mehrmonga, @mess-in-side, @leclerc16s, @thelovehypothesis, @dakotali, @aldene-styles

notes: eeee and its finally done! cant believe it took so much time before i finished all three parts lol anyway thank you so much for those who waited for the part three (i see all the asks on my inbox and the comments ehehe) i really just didn't know how i wanted it to go so! i hope you guys love this and lmk what you think <3

[miasmaghoul]

Okay @herbal-quintessence.

A quick little something to satisfy your curiosity.

(Follow up to this fic)

"Daddy?" Aeon murmurs, tired but still incredulous. "Really?"

Aether chuckles in his ear, accompanied by the sound of rushing water. The other ghoul must be cleaning himself up.

"Really," he rumbles, fading into a yawn Aether doesn't even try to stifle.

It hasn't been too long since Dew conked out, still a sweaty, sticky mess after taking the shade of Aether's knot. Aeon hadn't expected that part; Dew's always been active participant in aftercare, needy for contact, but tonight the little ghoul had been out like a light before Aeon had even pulled out.

Aether had laughed gently at Aeon's immediate panic, but was quick to reassure him. To tell Aeon that Dew should have warned him about how his body handles the aftermath of quintessence. He'll be out for about an hour, according to Aether, and when he wakes up he'll need a bunch of water and a kiss between the horns before anything else.

Aether had also said that nothing short of armageddon itself could rouse Dew in this state, but Aeon took him off speakerphone just in case. Speaking in hushed tones himself. Wouldn't want to risk rousing the little guy, who is currently drooling onto the duvet while Aeon and Aether have a little post-nut chat.

"Didn't peg him for the type," Aeon says, reaching over to run his fingers through Dew's hair. Working out tangled ends. "Figured he'd be more of a sir guy."

Dew sniffs, smacks his lips. Snores. Aeon smiles, crosses his legs. Aether makes an amused sound then, and Aeon tips his head as though the other ghoul can see him.

"Who said it was for him?"

It takes a moment for Aeon to process the words, the gears in his head chugging along at half speed after all his hard work. His brain feels like it's been poached, fuzzy with electric heat. When he figures out what Aether means, and he can say is,

"Oh."

"Oh," Aether teases, breathy and feminine.

Aeon has to chuckle - he's sure that's probably what he just sounded like. He couldn't help it, really. Aether wanting to be called daddy? Surely that discovery is enough to warrant an embarrassing noise or two.

"And for the record," he continues, accompanied by a shuffling sound. A shirt being changed, maybe. "He isn't a sir guy either."

Well that's interesting.

"Oh yeah?" Aeon takes his hand back from Dew's hair to rest it over his suddenly tingly cock. No way he's getting anything else out of it tonight, but the pressure feels nice regardless. "What kinda guy is he, then?"

"That's for you to figure out, pet," Aether tells him, a playful tilt to the words. "I'm not one to spoil things."

Aeon snorts, but doesn't press. There's no fun in being told these things anyway. Better to learn by doing.

"Fiiiiiine," he sighs anyway, sounding woefully put out. "Ruin my fun."

"Any time," Aether replies, and he next laugh is one they share.

Aeon yawns then, tired to his bones. He slides down the bed, does a half roll so he lands on his side, scooches himself across the mattress until he's at Dew's side. Close enough to reach out and rest a hand on his back, tacky with their combined drying sweat.

"Think I'm gonna doze while I can," he mumbles, nosing at Dew's temple. "Will he wake me up if he has to?"

"You can count on it," Aether assures him. There's a pause then, a break in mood, and then Aether huffs. "Give him an extra kiss from me, would you?"

Aeon may still be new here, but he knows pining when he hears it.

"'Course," he says, pressing his lips to the shell of Dew's ear. "Anything you want me to tell him while I'm at it?"

Aether chuffs.

"You don't have to worry about that part. He knows everything I want to say."

Aeon's sure that's true.

"Consider it done," he slurs, body heavy and eyes heavier. "Nap time now."

Aether laughs, and Aeon feels fuzzy all over.

"Sleep well," he coos, kind. "And thank you. For tonight."

"Any time," he yawns, and despite that pervasive heaviness he manages to smirk when he adds, "daddy."

A clatter answers him, Aether swears in the distance, and Aeon hopes his phone didn't hit the floor screen-first.

[redandrew52]

ok so hi as per usual I have a whole info dump to dump bc when do I not

Lately I've been doing a bunch of art stuff out of my comfort zone. Sewing, 3D art, oil painting, etc... and I've honestly felt like I've forgotten how to draw...not like... actually but like where you pick up a pen and you feel like you've forgotten what you're doing. Sometimes I just sit down to sketch and I just can't. I feel like everything has to be in a specific journal or done a specific way (because wow my brain loves being particular!) and I can't just sit and make something without thought

So to prevent that, I decided to draw some cool Tumblr OCs because that way I can't be particular about it since idk all the lore and xyz

these were all done with a pen so if I messed up stuff then yk, oopsie daisy :') but that's the fun of sketching I suppose (also If you couldn't tell I hate drawing hair- I just scribbled that shit real fast and called it a day (yet in my finished artworks I always get so many compliments on my ability to do hair? Strange how that works))

also!! if you are a person viewing this post who has never seen these artists please check them out they are super talented and their art is a feast for the eyes!! tags w/ corresponding OC below

@everett-fornow (Henris) @i-can-not-art (Midge) @iolite-flames (Evander) @kikuwaters (DK) @just-someone-in-here (Lillian) @berrycreatures (Cosmo)

Ok this next part of the post is mainly just for myself but I'm including it in this post because this is kinda just me shooting the shit on main, so don't feel obligated to read this but if u stick around to see then here is the context:

I have very very bad anxiety and this Tumblr account has been absolutely no exception. I can't quite figure out why but posting on this account makes me feel...sick? That's not quite how I would put it but words are hard...anyways, moral of the story I get really bad anxiety from posting on here and there have been so many finished pieces and shit that I've wanted to put on here that I just never did because the anxiety got the best of me. To maybe (?) prevent that (science experiment(brain experiment?)) I've decided to post a WIP so maybe I'll actually post the finished thing whenever the hell I finish it (I have so many projects going on at once I can't even count)

this is obviously very not finished at all because I was struggling with this so bad that I needed to step back and just stop looking at it for a second but yeah!!!!!!!! ocs!!!!!!! gee golly gosh do I love ocs

OK THAT WAS A LOT OF TALKING MY APOLOGIES BYE