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Building Your Serverless Sandbox: A Detailed Guide to Multi-Environment Deployments (or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Cloud)

Introduction Welcome, intrepid serverless adventurers! In the wild world of cloud computing, creating a robust, multi-environment deployment pipeline is crucial for maintaining code quality and ensuring smooth transitions from development to production.Here is part 1 and part 2 of this series. Feel free to read them before continuing on. This guide will walk you through the process of setting…

[yaut-jaknowit]

Morally ambiguous corpo scientist gets transfered to a "exciting new project" only to find it's a Predator breeding program.

Breeding Program

Character: T'a'yta (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: I'M WARNING YOU NOW, I WENT FERAL BADLY. Rape/Non con contents. Sex pollen, SMUT, very rough sex, knotting, breeding. Read at your own risk, seriously.

Word Count: 3159

Summary: As a scientist, the ability to move up in the world was amazing. To surpass people you thought were the top dogs in your program and placed in a new section. A new program. You hadn't been briefed but the pay was phenomena. Nothing to complain about there. You met up with Amelia, the head of the program, at the facility and get a tour. At the end, she takes you down a hallway, opens a door to a pitch black room. Then shoves you in.

Author Note: I'm warning you all. This seriously might be the darkest thing I've ever wrote. I don't know why my brain went this route, but it did. Please, I'm warning you. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Masterlist

Ao3

After the years to finally work underneath this team of scientist, you were astonished to find they had referred you higher up the chain. To a new exciting project that could change the world. The opening letter they gave you easily hyped you up. Before you knew it, you were accepting the new position. Your items were going to be transferred over at a later date.

The new team wanted to meet you so bad. That’s what they told you. That’s what you believed. You found yourself at the new building that had just been finished. This was nerve racking but exciting at the same time. All new equipment and gear to test out. State of the art equipment has been entrusted to you. Out of all the people, you’ve been promoted to such a position. This was destiny!

Smiles greeted you when you first walked through the doors. The team lead was here in person to greet you the moment you stepped onto the new grounds.

Amelia says your name with a soft smile that complimented her features. “It’s so good to see you! We’ve been waiting for you to finally arrive. I hope the travel wasn’t bad?” She guides you towards the elevator and presses the button. The doors open and welcome you aboard. You step in after Amelia, nearly bouncing off of the ground with each step. A dream becoming reality.

“No,” you shake your head. “It wasn’t bad. The flight was beautiful though. Being that high up.” The memory of all the gorgeous clouds that covered the sky. Then, seeing as far as the eye could see. All of the land that went on and on. You loved it. “I’m so excited to be here too. It’s been my dream to work in an environment like this. When do I get to meet the rest of the team?”

There weren’t much for details about the project besides how cool it would be for you to join the team. Of course, you couldn’t say no. Not when a job like this could be the last one you would ever need. Plus, the pay was… wow. Amazing!

The elevator’s doors slid open to reveal a long hallway with black tile floors and grey walls. Little décor filled the empty space. You didn’t mind it. The place was still new. Maybe they hadn’t gotten around to fully furnishing the space.

Both of you walked out. Amelia laughed. “Oh, they’re around. They just didn’t want to crowd you and overwhelm you on your introduction day. Today is just meant to show you around, learn the space before the people, you know?” You nodded along, agreeing with everything she said. You already felt on the verge of being overwhelmed with a different workspace and people.

“Aw, alright. If you can, tell them I can’t wait to meet them, please?” you asked of her. All you wanted to do was impress the team more than you already have. To show them that you have a passion for science. It’s your livelihood.

“I sure can do that for you.” Amelia took the closet right down the hallway from the elevator. Her steps were precise with black two-inch heels. “They’ll be happy to know you’re thinking about them.”

A long, rectangular glass window was built into the wall. Amelia stops and motions towards the glass. Where you see tables of equipment just sitting there, ready for use. They are brand new, still shiny and lacking even fingerprints. Your eyes sparkle, hands twitching desperate to touch everything. But, you tamper down the feeling.

“This is amazing already, Amelia. I can’t wait to see the rest of the building.” When she smiles at you again, it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “When will be my first day? I hadn’t gotten any emails about it.” You were concerned that maybe something as wrong with your emails. You needed to get everything right. This was your dream job. Over your dead body will you let this go.

She waves her hand like she’s brushing it off. “We’ve been having a little issue with our emails lately. Currently, we have you starting as soon as possible. Whenever you are ready.” Seriously?! That meant you could probably start today!

The tour continued down the same hall, taking a right. “Really? Is it possible I could start today? I would love to get my hands on the tools as soon as possible.” Hopefully you don’t overdo it with your passion to work. At least in this field.

“Of course. I’m glad because we were planning for your first day to start right now.” She shows you to another room similar to room before with a more open space. This side looked like it dealt with more chemicals than biology. “The team isn’t here today. But I’m more than happy to let you roam after the tour, get to know the place.”

This possibly couldn’t be happening! God, you were in heaven. No one could smack the smile off of your face. No matter how hard they tried.

“Thank you. I’m so glad I can start today. I promise not to let you down.” Another room is showed to you. “I’ve had a passion for science since I was little. I know I’m going to be a great fit for the team.”

“I know you won’t let us down.” The two of your continue further down a different hall. The doors become less welcoming and more… prison like. As if they’re trying to keep something in. In the heat of the moment, you silence the alarm going off in your head. “I know you will be a great fit. Very great fit to our team.”

There’s something in the way she said that nearly threw you off. Your brows furrowed for only a second before she stopped in front of a door. This one looked even more heavily modified than any of the others you’ve seen. It’s at the end of a hallway, furthest from the rest of the facility.

“Ah, here we are. I can’t believe the tour already has come to an end.” She almost sounded genuinely sad to end the tour. Amelia places her hand on a screen next to the entrance. “This is where I leave you to your work, doctor.”

The metal slab slid into a hidden pocket and revealed a dark, pitch black room. You tilted your head and peered inside. Maybe the lights will turn on by motion. You turn towards her. “Hey the lights-“

Hands shoved at you from behind. A scream left your lips as you stumble forward before falling to your hands and knees. The darkness instantly crowds you, trying to suck you into its being. You whipped your head around to find Amelia standing at the entrance with an evil grin. A shudder ran its course through your body. Your breathing started to increase.

“Have fun with our new… project.” Then, the door snapped close and sealed you in the pitch blackness that threatened to consume you whole.

Your heart thundered in your ears. Blindly, you stood on unsteadily legs with your arms out to feel around. One step forward almost sent you back to the ground. The shakiness of your entire being was throwing you off. You took another step of faith only to be blinded by white light that sent you back on your butt.

Pain stung at your sensitive eyes. The change didn’t take you long to peel them open and see the room you’ve been thrown into.

And the beast who watched with rapt attention.

Terror gripped at your heart. You didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t even breathe. It’s bright, vibrant eyes that nearly glowed were pinned on your trembling form. It’s barrel chest heaved with each deep intake of air it took. Never did it look away from you.

Something about it made you feel like prey in the sight of a predator. It just needed to sink its claws into your fragile flesh.

“You might be wondering what this thing is and why we’ve brought you here?” Amelia’s voice broke the tension in the air coming from a speaker system. You yelped at the sudden sound and scrambled backwards. The humanoid creature observed every move you made. The moment you moved, it roared with a piercing sound and lunged at you.

Heavy chains secured it to the wall. They creaked under its strength as its wild eyes looked at you. Its arm clawed at the air as if it could pull you closer. Your back smacked against the nearest wall as you stared at the creature. Fear evident in your eyes. You watched as the beast cried and spat spittle with each attempt to get to you. But, thankfully the chains held.

“This is the project we’ve raved about. Meet… a Yautja. An alien from outer space,” Amelia lets the words settle for a dramatic pause. In the mean time, the creature has finally calmed down once it realized it couldn’t get to you for the moment. “Well, we needed someone to test something out for us. Of course, I didn’t want to use any of our wonderful staff here. So, I choose you. Our new test subject.”

Test subject?! “For what!?” you screamed at her, hoping she could hear you. Hear the anger that wiggled through the terror.

“For our breeding program.” You blinked once. Twice. Three times. Then, the words finally sunk in completely. “We’ve captured this Yautja when he landed in LA. We gave him an aphrodisiac. Now, he’s become a mindless, breeding male. And you, our dear test subject, will be the first. We hope you survive.”

Silence entered the air afterwards. The speakers no longer buzzed with energy. Her words flew wildly inside of your mind, bouncing around every corner. You tried to make sense, come to terms with what she’s put you into. But it… you couldn’t settle. They’re using you for a breeding program with an alien. An alien that looked ready to tear you apart rather then- you stopped the thoughts. You swallowed thickly and weakly stood on shaky legs.

In horror, you observed the chains clicking open. Once the last one was released, there wasn’t even time to register the brown, humanoid shape flash across the room. Strong, massive hands snatched your throat and the front of your shirt. The fabric was torn from your form and discarded without any regard. Next, your pants and underwear were taken care of in the same matter.

You screamed and tried to kick and punch the mindless beast. All of your strikes hit. Yet none of them deterred him. It seemed like they didn’t even tickle him. It forced you face down, ass up underneath it. The entire palm of his hand gripped the side of your head, keeping you pinned in a primed position.

It leaned down and covered you with its entire body. Heat radiated off of it like a firepit. Flames flickering to lick at your clammy skin. You shuttered at the difference of temperature. It’s free hand reached between your legs but paused for a moment.

“I-I ca-an’t stop,” a throaty, croaky voice whispered into your ear. You tensed up underneath the beast before jerking at the touch of its fingers. They glided through your slit, gathering what slick had pooled. Your body betraying you at the knowledge of a monster getting ahold of you.

That almost… sounded like an apology of some kind. The scientists have turned this alien into a mindless, breeding machine with the aphrodisiac. The poor thing couldn’t control its actions. All it could do was follow instinct, despite the difference of species.

A whine surged past your lips when the wet pad of its finger rubbed around your hardening nub. At least, he was trying to make it bearable. You felt something blazing hot and throbbing slide between your open legs, rubbing against your slit. A moan left your lips before you could stop yourself. You didn’t stop struggling but your attempts were weakening.

The tip was tapered by the feeling of it. You felt it nudge against your entrance. He paused for a moment, as if fighting the drugs that filled his system. Then, his hips snapped forward and full sheathed his cock into you. You cried out against the dirty, concrete floor and clawed for escape. The beast added more weight to pin you down and began a pace you couldn’t comprehend. All before you had a chance to make sense of what’s up and what’s down.  

Each thrust nearly sent you flying towards the wall. If it wasn’t for his hand on your head, you would’ve been smooshed against it. Your eyes were clenched shut. “Fuck! S-slow… slow down!” you begged for relief, even for a moment. The beast deepened a growl and quickened his thrusts somehow. The pain only increased with pleasure. You were barely able to breath as he thrusted into you sent the air out of your lungs.

His other hand not holding your head gripped your hip in a bruising hold. Sharp talons punctured your flesh. Beads of red pooling to the surface then dripping down your belly and onto the cold, unforgiving floor. There was nothing you could do to stop him. All you were able to do was hold on for the unrelenting ride.

To ease some of the ache, you reached between your legs and circled two digits around your puffy clit. The stretch of his massive, thick cock pressed against every little nerve you had. At the touch, you mewled and quickened the speed almost to match his.

Your bottom lip was pinched between dull teeth, trying to hold in your noises. It was embarrassing. To take enjoyment out of this. But, fuck. The creature took up every inch of available space inside of you then some more. You could feel the way your stomach distended each time he sheathed himself to the hilt. There was something expanding at the base of him as well. It would catch each time he pushed in and out.

Thick fingers gripped the strands of your hair and yanked your head back. One arm slapped against the smooth concrete floors. You squealed and released the hold on your lip, forced to let everyone know how you were feeling.

The pleasure building in your stomach was amounting to something. Despite the ache and pains this gave you, you were feeling the coil tightening. You rewetted your fingers with your own juices before going back to work. The way they easily slid over your puffy clit had you seeing stars.

It continued to build and build. He lets go of your hair, letting your upper torso to lie back on the ground. You almost curled into yourself, confused about the nearing end, and panted heavily. “Oh, fuck. H-how?!” you muttered to yourself.

White flashed across your vision. Your walls clamped down on his thick shaft, trying to suck him in deeper. A weak, pathetic squeak escaped your vocal cords, the only sound you could make. Your entire body tensing up and rode out the waves of the overwhelming pleasure.

Amidst your orgasm, the beast growled in victory then pushed his hips flush with yours. A loud, deafening roar tore from his throat. You felt his cock swell inside of you, the base locking him inside of you. The ball of flesh pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves just on the inside of your cunt. You trembled and shook underneath him. The ecstasy far too much for you to handle.

As the last of the pleasure started to fade away, you slumped weakly onto the floor, hips still held up by his hand. The feeling of the thick, swollen flesh boarded uncomfortable. You trembled and attempted to pull your hips away from his.

The creature snarled threateningly and ensnared your entire waist with an arm. You fearfully tensed up. But, he calmed down afterwards and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

Deadly fangs grazed across your flesh, pebbling the skin with goosebumps. Vibrations ran down from your spine. Barely a sound made. He rubbed his face against your skin, coating you with his scent.

You were thankful for that to be over. For the most part. He was still lodged deep inside of you with no way of pulling out. He wouldn’t let you. You took in deep, lungsful of air, and tried to regulate your breathing.

Some time past when you felt him start to deflate inside of you. With a grunt, the creature jerked his hips back. The ball of flesh popped free from your stretched entrance. He pulled away. Fresh air flushed over you and made you shiver at the coolness of the air.

Yet, you weren’t cold for long. The same heat from before prodded at your entrance. Your exhausted state immediately drained away. You jerked up and attempted to get on your hands. A massive hand slammed you back onto the ground. The alien snarled another warning to you then sunk all the way to the base inside of you again.

It wasn’t as painful as before. The earlier treatment had you stretched out beyond your limits. You still keened at the feeling and squirmed. He rewrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your hips flush with his.

“Again?” you asked with a cry. The first round was punishing enough. You didn’t know if you could survive another go with him.

He pulled his hips back until the tip was still sitting just inside of you. With a growl, the beast plowed back into you without any mercy.

The aphrodisiac was a powerful drug on him. It forced him to go on. All the way till you reached the verge of blacking out. Either from exhaustion or the amount of orgasms he pulled from you. You swore he went until his balls had been emptied inside of you, filling you with his seed. The inside of your legs coated with it. With a small puddle pooling between your trembling legs.

Finally, the creature collapsed to the side and pulled you with him. His knot was still lodged inside of you, keeping the contents of his last orgasm deep inside of you. You had no energy to fight. You let him take you, unable to barely keep your eyes open enough to see. They were filled with blurry tears.

His arm tightened around your waist, keeping you locked to him. You groaned, deep from your chest, eyes shut at this point.

“If you can hear me… I am sorry for my actions,” he muttered lowly into your ear. Only for you hear. You didn’t have the energy to answer. Just lying there, in his arms, letting sleep take you away. “I promise you. I’ll get us out of here.”

Hope fluttered to life in your chest.

[cursingtoji]

as requested, a longer version of this drabble

synopsis: geto spared one woman from the village he exterminated due to the pleading of mimiko and nanako, now he has to live in between preaching a world without non-sorcerers during the day and sleeping with one during the night; a dive into the mind of a conflicted man.

cw: canon events (no major spoilers), death topics, fem submissive reader x cult leader geto, smut, oral (m -> f), 1.6k words.

part 2

The day was horribly busy, on days like these, where he had to talk in front of a crowd for such a long time, then entertain donors, then eat curses, Geto can’t sleep due to the loud noise of his mind, he would probably sleep if he was in a equally loud environment, but, except for the sound of your soft breathing, the room has dead quiet.

Dead quiet.

Geto sits up, the cold air hitting his bare chest as he takes in the sight of the red temple across the open window, a ruffling makes him draw and narrow his eyes to the figure in his bed.

He remembers the day he first saw you, trying to sneak in the room where Mimiko and Nanako were locked in, he was in the process of exterminating the people in that village so he didn’t think twice when he grabbed you by your hair ready to let a curse rip you apart but the deafening sound of the girl’s scream stopped him, only then he noticed a bag with food that fell of your hands.

He could see from a distance, you were like the rest of them, a regular non-sorcerer and a few minutes ago he decided what he wanted.

A world free of non-sorcerers.

He can’t make an exception. He shouldn’t.

The twins had tears in their eyes. They’re young and his responsibility now, so a helping hand couldn’t be a sin. He could leave you for last. 

Somehow he finds in his heart to spare you, and once he consolidated his power as a leader, he took the three of you in, the girls only leave your side when he’s around, they don’t approach anyone else except the two of you.

The first week you were around sorcerers he could see the fear and confusion in your face. Nanako tugged his clothing and he squatted to listen as she whispered to him “She cannot see them”.

So he provided special glasses for you, one with cursed energy so you could see what people like you shouldn’t, and he made Nanako hand it to you as you slowly began to comprehend what the weird events around you actually were.

She should be thankful, she’s only alive because of me.

He thought about that constantly, especially when watching you smiling and minding your own business.

And you are grateful and respectful towards him, almost never making eye contact, just keeping your head down and only calling him “Geto-sama”, he appreciated that, you should know your place.

It’s only a matter of time before he grows fond of you too, with his influence and your submission, it didn’t take long before you were in his bed, being happy to serve him in any ways.

It’s a contradiction having you around, he knows it. A monkey.

You sleep so peacefully, he wonders if you understand how lucky you are to make it this far.

Tonight could be your last night on earth, how deserving are you to live in his ideal world? You have two little girls that adore you, is that enough? He could just tell them something awful happened.

His cold fingers trace the back of your neck, ghosting your cervical spine.

You fell off the stairs and broke your neck, so sad.

That’s believable, the temple has many stairs.

His index finds your pulsing point.

A man attacked you, another monkey, and cut your throat, how horrible.

His eyes drop to your rising chest.

You fell on the lake and drowned, a terrible accident.

There’s so many possibilities to get rid of you without them blaming Geto.

Warm fingers unexpectedly find his hand, your small hand covers his. Suguru feels his human side returning to him, the dark cloud over his head slowly fading away as you take his wrist and you turn your head to kiss his palm.

He feels like crying, confused and guilty.

The bedroom is dark enough for you to miss the look of despair in his eyes, he allows you to caress the veins in his forearms, tracing it all the way to his biceps until you find his neck with your arm completely extended. Suguru gives in to the light pressure you make, bringing him to lay back down with you. You kiss his shoulders, his chest, his neck.

He doesn’t feel worth your kisses.

Again the contradiction.

You kiss his jawline and he stops you with a hand over your lips, he doesn’t want you to feel the way his lips quiver, you don’t ask questions, just accept and kiss his palm again, holding it against your cheek.

Geto is hard on you sometimes, giving humiliating tasks such as cleaning up the remains of someone who wronged him or capturing a curse that will for sure attack you. As much as he sometimes thinks of creating a space between the girls and you, the little ones always find a way back, helping you clean while keeping a non-morbid conversation topic or helping bandage the scratches you got from the small but feisty cursed spirited you were assigned to.

Yet you never once complained, always bowing in obedience with a soft “Yes, Geto-sama” coming out of your lips.

He knows when to treat you well too, sometimes he knocks on your room at night, sometimes he sends someone to call you over to his. When his whole cult speech was over he would dismiss everyone except you, to be alone in the giant spacious room with him, he likes to take you there, where your quiet sounds of pleasure bounce through the walls and create an echo.

You’re good to him, not to his cause, to Geto-sama you’re useless, but to Suguru Geto you’re an anchor.

He returns your kisses, sucking on your clavicle then down the soft skin of your breasts, where he takes in one nipple and licks until it gets hard enough for him to gently bite on and make you gasp.

Your hands find his hair, his long soft locks, the same ones you brush ever so patiently when Mimiko and Nanako turn it into a mess of knots from braiding and tying tiny silicone elastics on, you don’t scold them, even if it means to stay hours with Geto trying to undo it afterwards. 

They will grow up to be spoiled.

But he also could never scold them like a father is supposed to, deep down he knows he won’t need to, they adore him, anything he’ll say they’ll do. 

They’re good kids, he supposes he owns it to you too.

Suguru leaves a wet trail of kisses down your body until he’s between your legs, he first starts by licking the surrounds of your clit teasing patiently as you get wetter, the sleepiness doesn’t allow you to protest or whine, only to close your eyes and take whatever he’s willing to give you while tangling your fingers in his hair.

When he finally gives your nub some attention in the form of sucking, your leg twitches, he squeezes it and places it over his shoulder, at this point he’s laying on his stomach vaguely thrusting his pelvis onto the mattress to relieve a bit of the aching in his cock he gets when eating you out.

He adds more tongue as he moves down your needy hole, which pulsates around nothing, Suguru hums nuzzling your glossy folds, the vibration goes straight to your hardened nub.

“Geto-sama” you moan when he fucks you with his tongue, the tip of his nose hits your clit perfectly, once he looks up to see you falling apart on him you shiver, his eyes are predatory, you wonder if you should retrieve your hand from his head, but he quickly closes them again, losing himself in the taste of you. God, you taste so good. What makes him get through the day when he has to absorb those disgusting curses is the thought of getting lost between your legs, sucking your nipples, eating his own cum off you, sucking your tongue…

He feels your orgasm approaching as you tug his locks harder, whimpering softly. Usually he would make you beg, stopping his ministrations just before you get there and delaying it until there are tears in your eyes. Tonight he’s enjoying the silence, he might just let you go ahead, but there’s something he wants to hear.

“Say my name” he orders with a raspy voice.

“Get—“

“No” he bites your inner thigh, “My actual name.”

“Suguru” you roll his name so beautifully on your tongue.

“Keep saying it” he dives back, making out with your pussy and paying extra attention to your puffy clit as you call his name in a prayer.

He misses it, the way his first name used to be used, nowadays is just “Geto-sama this, Geto-sama that, master, sir”. It would inflate his ego if it didn’t come out of monkeys' mouths.

But Suguru? He left that for you only, even the other sorcerers he considers family just call him Geto.

Before he realizes you’re already cumming, hole pulsating around his tongue and heels digging on his back. He slows down his pace, nibbling on your glossy lips then taking your hand out of his hair to kiss it like you did earlier, the act makes your heart swell, you caress his face, thumb rubbing the dark circles under his eyes.

“Suguru” you call his name again, this time looking straight in his eyes, they don’t seem predatory anymore as he moves up finding a safe spot on your chest, where he lays down listening to your heartbeat as your fingers work through the knots in his hair, this time caused by yourself. Your other hand caresses his back and shoulders, whatever skin you can find to soothe him. Now he doesn’t have the loud voices in his head and bitter taste in his mouth and manages to fall asleep again.

part 2 ->

[immodestly-marina]

Paparazzi!Series *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Part two: Real Good, We’re Dancin’ In The Studio!)

Summary: You go to a frat party and spot “Tom”, but he doesn’t know you’re the one watching him and contributing to his tuition payments, shhh!

A/n: I was gonna write about the private session between Sam and the reader, but I felt really creepy when I was writing it LMAO. It was just coming out insanely awkward, but I’ll try writing it again as a bonus chapter or something.

Anyway, I’m gonna make a masterlist for the series and link it here as soon as I can :p

Warnings: Smut, one night stand, rushed sex, oral (f + m receiving), interrupted sex :/

It was a few weeks after your first private session with Tom– who was actually Sam– and once you’d started, you found yourself unable to stop. You’d never spent so much money on another person all at once, so much that you began to wonder if this was an unhealthy obsession (It was).

Now, here you are at a loud, sweaty frat party, talking to some random blonde guy who can’t seem to hold his liquor.

“I can’t hear you!” You shout over the music. This guy has been awkwardly hitting on you for twenty minutes and you’re well past being bored. Thankfully, you spot Jessica gracefully pushing her way over to come to your rescue.

“Sorry, ‘scuse me, I need to steal this girl from you, really quick..”

Jess takes you by the shoulders to guide you towards the mini bar in the kitchen (if you can even call it that). There’s a bottle of Sourpuss across the marble island calling your name, but it’s surrounded by a pack of sweaty guys, and you’re just a tad too far to reach it. Even when you’re leaning as far as you can with one leg in the air, it’s still just a fingertip way.. until Sam nudges it closer with two of his fingers, smiling at your efforts.

You follow the hand upwards until you can make out whose face it is, and sure as shit, it’s Tom_2005.

“Oh- fuck!” You gasp when the realisation hits, and he furrows his brows in your direction. He mouths a ‘you okay?’ with a thumb up, and you just blink at him for a second.

Your private session was mostly one sided-- as in, your camera was off, but you’d enabled your mic to interact with him more-- so, he had no way of recognizing you here, the only way to do so would be to overanalyze your voice, had you verbally responded.

He tilted his head a little, and that prompted you to nod yours, before giving him a mouthed ‘thank you’.

You turned around and made your way back to the crowd of drunken college kids, mentally kicking yourself for being so awkward. You were about ready to leave anyway, the smell of sweaty bodies and weed clouding your senses, along with the god awful music they had going. It wasn’t long before you passed the bottle to a random stranger, now uninterested in the overly tart drink as you started for the nearest door.

A big hand on your shoulder stopped you from moving past people, and you turned around expecting a punchable face, but it was just Sam.. or, Tom..?

When he was met with your scowl he put his hands up in defense, “Sorry, not trying to make a move.. truce?" Your face softened and you giggled, shaking your head. “No, I’m sorry, it’s really hectic in here-”

Sam chuckled too. “Tell me about it!” He shouted over the music, “Where’s your bottle of booze infused red-40?” Sam moved closer to hear you better, “I wasn’t feeling it! I’m not really feeling any of this, anymore!”

He shook his head in agreement. Sam leaned in closer to your ear, “Kinda trashy, huh?” You nodded with a laugh, “Normally I love trashy.”

You both paused to try to take in the environment, before Sam leaned in to talk to you again. “Wanna dance?” He projected his voice a little louder. You weighed your options, leave and have an early-ish night, or stay and dance with the guy you masturbated with the other night?

“What the hell, sure!”

He grinned and nodded, sheepishly moving behind you and pulling the hair from your face back behind your ears. His knuckles brushed against your cheeks, and followed a path from your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulders, leaving them there while you began to sway a little. You felt his breath fan over your ear, sending a little chill through your spine.

“C’mon, s’that all you got?”

You playfully rolled your eyes and turned around to face him, tossing your arms around his neck and pulling yourself closer to him. He nodded at that, “yeah, ‘atta girl!”

Sam’s hands moved down to rest on your waist to pull himself even closer, his hips grinding against your own. You turned around and pushed your hips back a little, swivelling them against him, earning a deep groan in your ear. Sam moved your hair away from your shoulder to give himself access to your neck, leaning in to brush his lips against your skin. With a sigh you melted into him more, your hands moving behind you to card your fingers through his hair.

Sam softly grunted against your neck before tilting his head up to meet your ear, “Is it too early to ask you to come with me upstairs?”

You didn’t even need to answer, taking his hand from your hip and maneuvering your way through the groups of people with his hand in yours. You didn’t even reach the top of the staircase before Sam’s lips were on your neck again, trailing sloppy, open mouthed kisses over as much skin as he could cover.

You both stumble your way through the first bedroom door still attacking each other’s lips, and as soon as the door was closed, Sam had you pushed up against it in a heartbeat. His hands easily surrounded your whole head as he kissed you, while yours made quick work at unbuckling his belt and tugging up his shirt. He pulled apart from you to help pull it over his head, before pushing his jeans down, the sound of his belt clunking against the floor ringing in your ears.

As soon as they were down, so were you, your hands tugging his boxers down to free his already leaking dick from the restricting material. You immediately leaned forward to kitten lick the precum from his tip, with your hand coming up to gently stroke what you knew you wouldn't be able to fit in your mouth.

Sam hissed at the contact, his hands carefully pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail. Once you’d gotten used to his size you took him in farther, which was no problem as Sam lazily thrust his hips forward to meet your pace.

“Fuck.. yeah, that’s it.. ” He tipped his head back, letting out soft grunts each time you took him all the way in. You met his eyes when he looked down, his lips forming a smirk at the sight of you practically melting in front of him. How could you not? You’re sucking off your favourite pornstar for Christ’s sake.

He stopped your head from taking him even deeper, gently pulling out of your mouth to get you on your feet again. Sam helped you up, before practically throwing you on the bed.

He was on you again in seconds, sloppily kissing your neck as his hand traveled down to run along the inside of your thigh. You groaned into his ear when you felt his hand palm you through your underwear, before running his fingers over the increasingly wet material.

Sam stopped mouthing at your neck to drag his tongue from there to your mouth, both of your lips clashing against each other in what has to be the messiest kiss since the season one finale of Gilmore Girls (lookitup).

“So fucking wet..” He murmurs against your lips, his fingers moving to pull your underwear to the side before stopping dead in his tracks and pulling his head back from yours.

“This s'okay.. right?”

You let out a small laugh at his slurred consent check and nodded, then Sam went back to kiss you again, his fingers now lightly brushing over your cunt. You whine and buck your hips against his hand only to get a soft chuckle in return. His fingers dip down to tease your entrance, collecting the drooling arousal on his fingertips before pushing two in at once.

When you arched into his touch, Sam tilted his head down to nip at your neck. After each drag of his teeth he’d leave a gentle kiss to warm over the lingering marks on your skin.

He kissed down your body while working his fingers against your core, keeping his pace slow as he got you worked up. When his face was level to your abdomen, he looked up at you through lazy eyelids, before running his tongue down from your navel to your clit.

“Tom-”

Sam’s tongue froze against you for a second before tilting his head up to face you with furrowed eyebrows.

“..what'd you say?”

You blinked in confusion, “Tom.. that’s your name, right..?” Sam slowly shook his head, “no.. my name’s Sam.”

Fuck. You sat up on your elbows and swallowed thickly. “oh..”

“Why’d you think to say that name..?”

He had to have known. Just say ‘I thought I heard someone call you that’ or ‘you look like a tom!’

“I don’t… know?”

Sam tilted his head as he tried to piece together how you made the connection between him and “Tom”. He went back to all of the private sessions he’d had over the last few weeks, and then it hit him. You were the girl with the pretty moans and the busted webcam.

He let out something between a scoff and a lighthearted laugh, “I thought your voice sounded familiar!”

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[bucksangel]

no feelin' in the firelight

pairing: chubby!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: A normal Friday night turns into something so much more when Bucky asks if you remember the night you met.

warnings: omegaverse, true mates, love at first sight, proposals, this is just a whole lot of fluff, like there’s nothing but cavities here, some teasing but it’s out of love

masterlist | tip jar | ao3

a/n: this is one of the shortest things i’ve ever written but i’m in a bit of a funk with writing so i wanted to do something short and sweet, so here y’all go!

"Do you remember the night we met?" The deep timbre of Bucky's voice washes over you, blanketing you in its richness and warming you almost as much as the bonfire only a few feet away. A smile breaks across your face, and you can't help the quiet giggle that escapes your lips at the memory.

It was nearing seven, and the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, fat droplets of water pouring down from the heavens and soaking all of Brooklyn, forcing all its occupants to seek shelter. You'd been sitting at a table in the back corner of Irene's Diner for a few hours before the rain started and decided to wait out the storm while reading your newest find from the used bookstore nearby.

You were content to read in the silence of the empty shop with your food long since eaten and your second cup of coffee already halfway gone, but then the front door was nearly ripped off its hinges and the bell above it dinged wildly as someone entered. It was a man, an Alpha, who stood well over six feet tall. His biceps bulged against his sweater that was now soaked to his skin, his thighs looked to be suffocating in those jeans, and his belly, oh god his belly. So soft and round, and you could immediately envision yourself coming home from a long day at work to rest your head on the man's chest and feel his body pressing against yours to ease your worries.

He's the type of Alpha to make any Omega swoon, and you swooned. Oh, did you swoon. You swooned internally and, horrifyingly, externally as well. The high-pitched squeak you let out when his eyes met yours made you wish for the ground to open and swallow you whole. But, come on, one could arguably say that the Alpha was having a bad day, and yet he still looked and smelled like that. His scent - fresh cedar wood with a hint of floral - wasn't overpowered by the smell of the rain mixed with the grass that was freshly cut only hours before, like it should have been. Given the environment, you'd have been surprised that you could smell anything resembling his true scent if you didn't instinctively know why you could -

He's your mate. You know it. Just by smell alone, you know that he is your one true love.

And, judging by the look of shock and awe on the Alpha's face, you would assume he's thinking something similar about you.

"I do," You whisper back, fiddling with Bucky's fingers that rest on your stomach. It's a standard Friday night and you're laying in the hammock you have set up in your backyard, your back to Bucky's chest as you stare up at the stars, and a mischievous glint forms in your eyes. "I remember thinking you looked like a drowned kitten - hey!" You're cut off by your Alpha poking you in the side, breaking off into giggles as he tickles you some more until you're squirming enough to rock the hammock.

"Are you sorry now, 'mega?" Bucky asks cockily, and you can't see his face, but you know he's smiling - probably that dopey one he always wears when he looks at you. "Are you sorry for making fun of your Alpha?"

"No." It's true; he knows you're not sorry, and he knows you'll tease him again. Does he mind, though? Not one bit. He'll let you get away with saying just about anything if it means you keep talking to him with that soft tone and that sparkle in your eyes you reserve only for him.

"Here I was about to go on about how I knew you were my mate from the moment our eyes locked and you're teasing me," Bucky huffs, and you don't even try to stop your eyes from rolling. God, he's so dramatic.

"I'm teasing you because I love you." Immediately, Bucky deflates, and you can feel the unwavering love he has for you flowing through the bond at your declaration, which makes you settle in place as well.

"And I love you, my mate," Bucky says, nuzzling your temple with a soft smile.

Growing up hearing about bonds and mates had prepared you for meeting yours; you'd daydreamed about the perfect partner and planned out your futures by thirteen years old. Your parents had instilled in you that while you may be an Omega, you were no less deserving of love and respect than an Alpha, and that you should never settle for less than that. And while dating was a little difficult due to quite a bit of Alphas having more traditional views of relationships and designations, your parents never let you fall into their traps. You understand you're extremely lucky to have the parents you do, but after a while it seemed like you'd never meet an Alpha that would treat you the way they said you should be treated.

But then July 21st of 2022 came around, and the Alpha you and your parents always wanted for you came walking into your life, turning it upside down and going so far beyond what you expected out of a relationship that even after two years together, you're still not quite sure if Bucky is just a dream.

It hits you right then, the feeling of being loved and being in love with someone who has made a five-hour round-trip to get your parents and bring them to his house after theirs was damaged in a storm, letting them stay with you two until their place could get fixed.

You're in love with someone who volunteers at the local library, reading to the kids, even watching over them for a short time so their parents can get some shopping done in peace.

You're in love with a caring and selfless Alpha, who gives you anything you could ever want, and all he asks for in return is you.

You've always known you wanted to marry Bucky, so you're not sure why it feels like a revelation when it crosses your mind just now, but it does. It feels like new information, as though you haven't known you were going to spend the rest of your life with him from the moment he came up to your table, soaked and sheepish, letting you know that he doesn't mean to be a stereotypical Alpha but he has to let you know that you're beautiful and he also really loves the author whose book you're reading.

"Omega?" Bucky's gentle voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and you crane your neck to smile back at him.

"You know I'm going to marry you, right?" You don't know why you say it; it's just the first thing that comes to mind. But your Alpha's reaction to your sudden declaration doesn't disappoint.

"Well, currently, my only life plan involves being with you forever, so I can only hope you want to marry me too," Bucky chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. It's only brief, though, because you pull back and turn as much as you can so you can look into your Alpha's eyes.

"No, like..." You trail off, chewing on your bottom lip as you think over what to say. You're not sure what you want to say exactly, but when your mate is Bucky Barnes, it's a little hard to think of any words in any language that can properly convey how you feel. "I know we've talked about it a little, and that it's kind of a given since we're true mates. But, whether we're mates or not, I'd still choose to marry you. I'd still choose to love you even if fate tried to lie to me and say that you're not meant for me. I have our whole wedding planned out, too. What food we're going to have, the color schemes, I'm even thinking you can train Alpine to be the flower girl and carry a basket of roses down the aisle. Like, I've planned everything. I'm going to marry you, Bucky Barnes. I'm serious."

"And you think I'm not?" He asks, and even though there's a hint of playfulness in his tone, the look in his eyes brings tears to yours. He just looks so damn happy, and that's all you want for him; all you want is to make him feel as happy and loved as he makes you feel.

Bucky shuffles a little, removing one of his arms from around your body so he can dig into the pocket of his jeans. He has a determined look on his face; your brows furrow in confusion when he takes whatever he had in his pocket out of it, and his hand is large enough that it completely encompasses whatever it is.

"What is it, Buck?" You ask, bringing up your hands to cover his closed one. When he nods to your joined hands, he uncurls his fingers to reveal what he was holding - a small black box.

A small black box.

All of the air leaves your lungs, and you know what it holds without even having to look at it. That doesn't stop a few tears from running down your cheeks and a small squeak from leaving your lips when you see the gorgeous gold band nestled inside.

"Wha -"

"I told you I was serious," Bucky murmurs, using his free hand to take out the ring and set the box aside so he can also hold your left hand. "I didn't exactly have a plan on when I was going to propose; I figured I would just know when the time is right. I didn't have any intentions of it being tonight, but now I know that I have to do it now."

There's a lump in your throat, your head is spinning, and you have to pinch yourself because if this is a dream, then you want to wake up now before he asks, and then it all goes away.

But it doesn't go away; the dream doesn't fizzle out when you feel that sharp pain. You'll ask Bucky later to tell you again what he said leading up to his question because all you can hear right now is your own heartbeat pounding away with each new word that his lips form. It's all a haze until -

"Will you marry me?"

You barely let him get the question out before you're practically screaming "yes!" into the air, then dive down to capture his lips with yours. The kiss is frantic and a little messy, and it's never been more perfect because it's a kiss with Bucky, your mate, your Alpha, your soon-to-be-husband. And the kiss goes on and on, your tongues tangling with each other as you explore old territory as though it's for the first time until the need to breathe outweighs your desperation to show your Alpha how much he means to you.

"Yes," You breathe against his lips when you pull back. It takes a few moments of laughing and sniffling for both of you to settle back into your original positions, but when you do, you stare up at the stars with a newfound appreciation.

"So," Bucky says, wrapping his arms around you even tighter now as he plays with your fingers, "tell me, what's our wedding going to be like?"

You end up falling asleep outside that night, talking about the plans for the ceremony and the possible honeymoon destinations until your voice gets scratchy and you can barely keep your eyes open.

And if there are tears of happiness in Bucky's eyes the whole time, then, well, it's not like your eyes are dry either.

-

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[fafnir19]

The Fairy Tale

The snow-capped mountains loomed ahead, their peaks piercing the azure sky, as Finn and his father, Hergen, made their way through the quaint mountain town. Finn, a young man of twenty, with a slender build and bright, curious eyes, clutched his gloved hands together, his breath forming small clouds in the chilly air. He was not one for outdoor excursions, preferring the cozy confines of his home with a good book. But today was different; his father had convinced him to embark on a journey to the glacier caves, a place of nature wonders. As they wandered through the bustling Christmas market, the aroma of spiced glögg and roasted chestnuts filled the air, mingling with the sound of cheerful carols.

Finn's eyes sparkled as he took in the festive atmosphere, feeling a sense of warmth and joy despite the cold. He and his father shared a hot cup of glögg, their breath mingling with the steam rising from the mulled wine. It was a moment of connection, a rare occasion when Finn felt truly at ease with his father, who was often away on his scientific expeditions. "Dad, I'm glad we came here. It's like a winter wonderland," Finn said, his voice filled with genuine happiness. Hergen smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I thought you'd enjoy it, my boy. But wait until you see the glacier caves tomorrow. They are a marvel of nature, unlike anything you've ever witnessed."

While Hergen was chatting with some other adventurous guys about the best hike to the caves, Finn glanced at the old woman selling the glögg, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she poured him a generous cup. “Tomorrow, my father and I are exploring the glacier caves!” Finn said, a hint of excitement breaking through his usual anxiety. Her expression shifted, lips pressing together in a tight line. “You should think twice, boy. The fairies live there. They can be dangerous if disturbed.” Finn chuckled, shaking his head. “Fairies? You must be joking. That’s just nonsense, right?” “No joke at all,” she replied, her voice low and serious. “They are not to be trifled with.” “Right,” Finn said, rolling his eyes as he turned to Hergen. “Next, she’ll tell me about unicorns and elves.” Hergen laughed, clearly entertained. “Maybe they’ll offer us some magical glögg!” The old woman shot them a stern look before turning away, leaving Finn to sip his drink.

The next morning, as the sun bathed the snow-covered landscape in a golden glow, Finn and Hergen set out for the glacier caves. The journey was arduous, the cold biting at their exposed skin, but Finn's excitement grew with every step. The caves loomed ahead, a majestic sight with their shimmering ice formations and deep, mysterious crevices. "This is it, Finn. The glacier caves," Hergen said, his voice filled with awe. "Let's explore, but remember to stay together and be mindful of our surroundings." Finn nodded, his eyes wide as he took in the breathtaking beauty around him. He ventured deeper into the caves, his breath catching at the sight of glittering ice columns and intricate frozen sculptures.

As he wandered, a peculiar sight caught his attention. Tiny glowing orbs fluttered in the frosty air, resembling fireflies, but their presence in this frigid environment was baffling. Intrigued, Finn approached, his curiosity overcoming his initial hesitation. As he drew closer, he realized these were no ordinary insects. Their delicate wings shimmered with an otherworldly light, and their size was larger than any firefly he had ever seen. With a gentle motion, he reached out, capturing one of the creatures in his palm. It struggled, its wings creating a soft whirring sound, like a tiny bellows. "How dare you invade the realm of the fairies!" The creature's voice, high-pitched and indignant, startled Finn. He stared at the fairy, its tiny features contorted in anger. "Let me go at once! I will not tolerate this intrusion!" Finn's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing. He had heard tales of fairies, but never imagined he would encounter one. "I-I apologize," he stammered, his voice betraying his shock. "I meant no harm. I was merely curious." The fairy's expression turned from anger to suspicion. "Curiosity, you say? Well, you've trespassed, and punishment is due. I'll call for help, and you'll face the consequences!"

A voice, like a whispered secret, slithered into Finn's mind. *Eat it, Finn!* a voice whispered in his mind, insistent and seductive. *Swallow it, and your troubles will be over.* The command was so sudden and compelling that Finn found himself obeying without hesitation. He opened his mouth and, with a quick motion, popped the fairy into his mouth. It tasted like sparkling sugar, and as he swallowed, a rush of warmth spread through his body. As the fairy slid down his throat, a transformation began. Finn's

body trembled, and he felt a strange sensation, as if his very essence was being reshaped. His hair, once straight and blond, began to curl and lengthen, framing his face in a stylish fade cut. His ears, once rounded and human, elongated and became pointed, a clear sign of his newfound fairy heritage. But the transformation didn't stop there. His red expedition suit, a practical choice for the cold, morphed into something altogether different. The fabric shifted and changed, transforming into light blue leather pants that hugged his legs like a second skin, leaving his upper body bare. He stood there, stunned, as the reality of his new appearance sank in.

"Dad!" he cried out, startled by his own voice, which had taken on a deeper, more resonant tone. Hergen, who had been collecting samples nearby, rushed over, his eyes widening at the sight of his son. "Finn! What's happening?" But before he could reach his son, a dark figure emerged from the shadows, its towering stature and matted black fur sending a shiver down Finn's spine. The creature's eyes glowed with an unearthly crimson light, and its wolf-like snout revealed sharp fangs. "Who—who are you?" Finn stammered, his voice barely audible. The creature stepped closer, its massive paws leaving frosty imprints on the ground. "I am Malgoth, the true ruler of these caves. And you are now under my command."

Hergen, who had been observing the exchange with growing concern, rushed to Finn's side. "Stay away from my son!" he shouted, his voice filled with protective fury. Malgoth's laughter boomed, causing icicles to tremble and fall. "Your son is no longer under your protection, human. He belongs to the fairy realm now."

Finn wanted to flee, to escape this terrifying presence, but before he could move, the creature was upon him, its massive paw pinning him down. A low, sinister chuckle rumbled from its throat, "Welcome to your new reality. You'll find your kind is easily swayed." "What's happening to me?" Finn whispered, his voice now carrying a hint of wonder. Malgoth's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "You've swallowed the fairy, and now you've become one of them. A fairy prince, with all the powers and pleasures that come with it." He stepped closer, his massive claws clicking against the ice. "And I have plans for you, my prince." Finn struggled, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in his throat as the creature's hand moved to his ear, stroking the delicate point with a single claw.

A jolt of pleasure shot through him, so intense it left him breathless. "Ah, I see you've discovered the pleasure of the fairy ears," the creature said, its voice dripping with satisfaction. "So sensitive, so responsive. It's no wonder they are your greatest weakness." Finn's breath coming in short gasps as the creature continued to stroke his ear, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. "No, I..." Finn began, his voice trailing off into a moan as his body betrayed his words. "Your body speaks the truth," Malgoth whispered, his breath hot against Finn's ear. "You like being touched, caressed by a powerful man. It's a feeling you've never known before, but now it's yours to enjoy." Finn's heart pounded, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body, pooling in his groin. His cock hardened, straining against the tight leather pants, and he couldn't deny the pleasure he was experiencing. Hergen, witnessing his son's transformation and the creature's manipulation, felt a surge of helplessness. He knew he couldn't physically overpower Malgoth, not with those massive claws and imposing stature. But he had to do something, anything, to protect his son. "Stay away from him!" Hergen shouted, his voice echoing off the icy walls. "You won't turn my son into some fairy plaything!" Malgoth's laughter filled the cave, causing the ice to tremble. "Oh, but he's already becoming my plaything, and he's enjoying it. Isn't that right, fairy prince?" Finn's mouth was dry, and he could only nod, his eyes locked on Malgoth's. The creature's words were like a spell, binding him, making him want to submit, to explore this new, forbidden pleasure. "Think about it, Finn," Malgoth whispered, his voice a dark temptation.

"Imagine being cared for by a man, strong and powerful, who can give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. It's a feeling you crave, deep within your fairy soul." Finn's hand moved to his cock, stroking it through the leather pants, and he moaned softly. The sensation was incredible, and he couldn't deny the truth in Malgoth's words. He had always felt different, shy and anxious, but now, as a fairy prince, he felt a newfound confidence in his sexuality. "That's it, Finn," Malgoth encouraged, his voice a soft purr. "Pleasure yourself. Think of me, of the power I hold over you, and how it excites you."

Finn's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his mind filled with images of Malgoth, of powerful men, and the forbidden sensations coursing through his body. Malgoth stepped closer, his claws gently caressing Finn's lips. "Imagine your lips around a cock, sucking, pleasing a man. It's what you want, isn't it?" Finn's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself leaning forward, his mouth seeking the creature's fingers. He sucked on them eagerly, his tongue swirling, and he moaned around the digits, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Yes, that's it," Malgoth whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're a natural, fairy prince. Embrace your desires, and they will set you free." Finn's hand moved to the waistband of his leather pants, and he pulled them down, his cock springing free, hard and eager. He stroked himself, his hips bucking with each stroke, and he couldn't hold back the moans of pleasure that escaped his lips.

"I'm so close," he panted, his eyes locked on Malgoth, who lounged casually on a nearby stone, watching the show with a satisfied smirk. "Do you want to see me cum?" Finn teased, his voice breathless. Malgoth's smirk widened, and he nodded, his eyes never leaving Finn's body. "Go on, fairy prince. Show me how much you've embraced your new nature." Finn's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His body trembled, and he threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, his cum painting his stomach and thighs. As he caught his breath, Finn wiped the cum from his body, his hand trembling. He felt a strange urge, a desire to taste himself, to experience the essence of his newfound nature. "Finn, stop!" Hergen shouted, his voice filled with horror as he watched his son's actions. "What has that creature done to you?" But Finn was beyond listening. He teased his father with a playful smile, then brought his hand to his mouth, licking the cum from his fingers. The taste was sweet and salty, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through him, awakening a new, insatiable desire. "Ah, the taste of your own seed," Malgoth purred, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. "It seals your transformation, fairy prince.

From now on, you'll crave the taste of cum, especially that of powerful men. It's your new addiction, and it will bind you to me." Finn's eyes widened as the realization hit him. He had become a creature of pleasure, a dark fairy prince, and the untamable desire to suck cocks, to please men, was now his driving force. Malgoth's laughter filled the cave, a dark, triumphant sound. "Your corruption is complete, and your conversion is final. Welcome, my dark fairy prince. You are now a part of my plan, a key to my conquest of the fairy realm." Hergen, witnessing the transformation of his son and the creature's sinister plans, knew he had to act. But before he could make a move, Malgoth raised a massive paw, and a blizzard erupted, filling the cave with swirling snow. When it cleared, Finn was gone, spirited away by the dark creature. Hergen stood alone in the now silent cave, his mind racing. He knew he had to find his son, to help him, but how could he possibly challenge such a powerful and malevolent force?

Hergen couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the door to find Finn on his doorstep, weeks after their harrowing adventure in the glacier caves. The young man had changed, his once-pointed ears now rounded, more human-like, but he exuded a new, captivating presence.

His father's heart swelled with relief and joy. "Son, you're back! You've escaped that creature... but you're different." Hergen's voice trailed off as he took in Finn's transformation. Finn smiled, his eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "I'm free, Father. But the changes... they're not all gone."

Later that evening, Finn and his cousin, Claas, a lively 23-year-old, set off for a frat party. Finn carried a tray of meatballs that were intended as finger food for the party.

As the alcohol flowed and the party's energy peaked, the cousins made their way through the crowd and Claas noticed something peculiar. He caught a glimpse of their reflection in a full-length mirror, but it wasn't their usual selves staring back. Instead, Claas saw the gay fairy prince from the glacier, with his pointed ears and silver armor.

Beside prince Finn standing himself - bare-chested. Confused and startled, Claas grabbed Finn's arm. "What sorcery is this? I see you as that fairy prince, and myself... with no shirt!" Finn's smirk revealed his secret plan.

"Oh, Claas, it's already begun. You see, these meatballs you've been enjoying... they're not just any ordinary meat. They're fairy meat!" As he spoke, a chilling breeze swept through the house. The temperature dropped, and a blizzard erupted within the very heart of the fraternity, encasing everything in a glittering layer of ice and the mirror's surface frosted over. The transformation was not limited to the environment; it affected the fraternity brothers as well. One by one, they underwent a magical change, their bodies becoming slender and graceful, their ears growing pointed, and their tuxedos became sparkling armors. Their eyes widened in wonder and lust as they, too, became gay fairies, their human forms a distant memory.

The new fairies, driven by an instinctual desire, swarmed around Finn, their prince. Claas, overcome with devotion, fell to his knees, his eyes locked on Finn's crotch. "My prince," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration and submission. "I see now that you are the fairy prince, returned to claim your throne. Allow me to serve you." With that, he leaned forward and took Finn's cock into his mouth, his newfound fairy nature driving him to pleasure his newfound prince. The other transformed fraternity brothers joined Claas, their hands and lips caressing Finn's body. Finn's senses were overwhelmed by the touch of so many eager fairies. He felt his cock stiffen further, the pleasure intensifying with each passing moment. The memory of his human life began to fade as the fairies' attentions focused on his pointed ears, sending shivers of delight through his body. "Enough!" Finn cried out, his voice laced with both pleasure and panic. "I... I can't remember... my human life is slipping away." But the fairies did not heed his plea, their hands and mouths working in unison to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. As the last vestiges of his human memories faded, Finn surrendered to the pleasure, his voice now filled with authority and desire. "Yes, my subjects. Serve your horny prince's cock!"

As the party descended into a haze of passion and ecstasy, the fairies, including Finn and Claas, disappeared into the glacier cave, drawn by an unseen force. Malgoth, the dark manipulator, awaited them, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Welcome, my new creations," he purred, his voice echoing through the icy chamber. "You are a new fairy race, and your sustenance shall be the essence of powerful men. Their cum will fuel your existence."

The air crackled with anticipation as the new fairy prince, Finn, stood amidst the frozen realm, his presence causing a stir among the fairy subjects, once frat bros. Claas couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy as he witnessed Finn's transformation and the adoration it elicited from their fellow fairies. Malgoth, the dark manipulator, seized this opportunity to plant a seed of discord in Claas's mind. "You should be the prince," Malgoth whispered, his breath like a chilling breeze against Claas's ear. "You are older, stronger. Imagine Finn beneath you, helpless, as you claim his body and his power."

Claas couldn't shake the vision of himself as the dominant fairy prince, with Finn as his submissive. The thought of entering Finn's body, claiming him, sent shivers down his spine. He pictured himself thrusting into Finn's willing form, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

As the party continued in the glacier cave, Claas' gaze kept returning to Finn, now surrounded by the former frat boys, all of them gay fairies under his command. The sight of their pleasure-filled faces only intensified Claas' yearning. He wanted to be the one causing Finn's moans, to have that power over the prince. "I could take what's rightfully mine," he whispered, his voice laced with determination. "I could make him submit."

The ancient glaciers, once serene, now echoed with the sinister laughter of Malgoth, the corrupted spirit. His plan was unfolding beautifully, and soon, the fairy realm would be his. He had found the perfect pawn in Finn, the shy human boy who had unwittingly become a fairy prince. "Your destiny awaits, my prince. The human town will fall, and from its ruins, our realm shall flourish!" Finn's eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and a newfound lust for power. "The time has come," Malgoth's declared, his voice echoing through the icy chamber. "Feed the fairy meat to the young lads in the town, and watch as they succumb to their desires, becoming warriors of our realm." Finn's heart raced. He knew his mission—to corrupt the town's sons, one by one. With each fairy consumed, a new gay fairy would emerge, until every son of this town is under Finn’s command, so  that the human town would lose its protectors. Malgoth's laughed, "The humans will lose their precious sons to our corruption, and their town will be ours. An eternal winter awaits them, a fitting grave for their defiance."

The icy wind howled outside, as if in prediction of the impending doom. "I understand, master," Finn replied, his voice steady, laced with a dark promise. "I shall fulfill my role and bring forth the era of the gay fairy realm."

As the blizzard subsided, the new fairy army, led by their dark prince, Finn, disappeared into the night, ready to spread their enchantment over the unsuspecting town and fulfill Malgoth's vision of a icy gay fairy empire.

[demonic0angel]

Do you think you can make dannyxdick content? Anything is fine really!

(Sure! I hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun describing it, but I don't think I'm as into it as I am with Dick x Dan.)

Dick sighed as he trudged through the streets of Blüdhaven. He was exhausted and wet and irritated, and as he continued to walk through the rain, he stopped when he spotted a colorful flyer. He picked it up gingerly and read it, eyes widening.

"Phantom Circus! Free on Opening Night on XXX Street at 7 o'clock!"

Dick checked his phone for the time and then took off in a run when noticing that it was already 6:53.

He arrived just barely on time and was quickly ushered inside of the large tent that was located on the edge of Blüdhaven. It was already crowded and the familiar smell of peanuts and popcorn filled the air alongside the boisterous chatter of guests and spectators.

Dick already felt better being in such a nostalgic environment and he sat down as the lights began to turn off.

A beautiful, tall woman with red hair, dressed as the ringmaster, spoke to the audience.

"Welcome to the Phantom Circus! We hope you enjoy our show. But be warned... not everything is as it seems...." she disappeared with a puff of smoke and there were cheers.

Dick grinned and relaxed to watch the show.

It wasn't as simple or bold as Haly's Circus, but it was fun and extremely creative. There were dagger shows and magic tricks and actually funny jokes, and it was incredibly enjoyable as the show continued.

As time went on, Dick's eyes found the hidden stagehands who were attaching silk ropes and lines along the circus ceiling.

He perked up. Was there going to be an acrobatics show?

And sure enough, the lights shone down on a person clad in black and white, standing several feet above the audience. Their hair was black and a mask covered their face, but their lean and lithe body reminded Dick of an acrobat such as himself.

"And now... the death defying Phantom! Watch and see as Phantom flies above the crowd like a ghost!"

Dick's breath caught. Phantom prepared himself, hands raised before he jumped.

He fell through the air and Dick stood up, alongside many people, to watch him fall.

He did several mid-air flips and then landed on a cloud swing, grabbing hold of the rope to swing several times. There were cries of surprise and as Phantom swung, he threw himself off and then grabbed hold of the silk rope that hung several feet away. He tangled himself up in the silk and then made an aesthetic pose.

The audience clapped loudly and Dick joined in, in awe despite seeing acrobatic acts every night as a vigilante.

Phantom continued his routine doing more and more impossible and beautiful stunts. Dick's breath caught each time as he watched him soar through the air like a bird.

By the end, Dick couldn't help but dream of flying alongside him.

[bellysoupset]

Congratulations

This comes directly after this fic, where Max got sick from his lunch around Leo.

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"Oh no," Wendy giggled, curled up next to Max on the couch, her head thrown back and a blush devouring her cheeks, climbing up from her blouse's cleavage, kissing her neck and ears.

He felt proud of himself for making her laugh like that, even if it was at his expense.

Max was sitting next to her, Wendy's heat pad pressed to his stomach, having just told her with no shortage of expletives just how awesome lunch had been.

"You've got the worst luck known to man, Max," Wendy's shoulders continued to shake and she dug her feet on the cushion, hiding them under his thigh to warm them up, "I can't believe Leo threatened to uninvite you."

"Right?" He scoffed, resting his elbow on her knee, "but he didn't, so you'll just have to put up with me at the wedding."

"I bet you're an obnoxious drunk," Wendy rolled her eyes, "loud and full of horrible ideas."

"I'm an angel," he grinned at her, "have I told you about the first time I got wasted and how I was arrested for the first tim-"

"Aw, I owe Bella twenty bucks," Wendy interrupted him with a pout and Max looked at her with his eyebrows raised.

"Pardon me?"

"Bell bet you had done time before," Wendy's nose wrinkled in an adorable manner and he turned fully on his side so he could plant his other arm also on top her knee, his chin resting on his crossed forearms, "I said you were all bark, but no bite."

"Rude?!" Max chuckled, pinching her calf and making Wendy squeal and try to move away, but his arm on top of her knee kept her put, "what the fuck, Wendy! Well, I didn't do time, so I guess you were both wrong."

"You didn't?" She perked up, curiosity coloring her words, "...So? Are you gonna tell me?!"

"First time I got arrested I was drunk and I got a little too in the face of a cop, who got called at a house party I was at. It was during college, I was just old enough to drink, dude didn't believe my ID and I already didn't like cops, so-" Max shrugged, smiling as he reminisced on the memory, "second time was political. I was part of a group protesting for the environment, while I was on work break, in Portland. I got held for two days, though, that was all. I don't think you need to pay Bell up."

Wendy's face was clouded with curiosity, but instead of asking anything else, she leaned in and poked his belly, "how's your stomach?"

In truth, Max had been feeling better from the minute the finished getting sick. His gut might hate him, but at least it wasn't vicious, only wanted the offending items out. Nevertheless, Wendy had been so quick to baby him when he got to her building, he had leaned on it more than he should've.

"I'm fine," he squeezed her hand, pressing the heat pad further to his belly, "just allergic to fun, it seems."

"Or to Leo. I wouldn't blame you," Wendy teased, then sprung up from the couch as if she had been tasered as the front door opened. Max snorted at that, figuring Wen had forgotten for a split second Vince was coming home.

As soon as he turned his head to look at the other man, Max's eyebrows jumped up.

Vince's usual easy going smile was gone, instead replaced by a purposeful frown. Not the occasional resting bitch face that his dark strong brows could cause, but a real frown.

Max's smile fell as he wondered if maybe his presence there, alone with Vin's girlfriend, was the cause behind such a mean mug.

Wendy looked just as confused as Max, "uh... Hello?"

"Hi," Vince's voice was gruff as he removed his jacket and kicked off his boots. Wendy looked over her shoulder, confused, and Max shrugged.

"Everything okay...?" Max gauged, biting nervously on the skin of his thumb. At the same time as he said that, Wendy asked:

"How was the evening with the guys?"

Vin shrugged, "fine," he rubbed his face, squinting at the entry rug, "I don't feel well, I'm gonna lie down."

Oh.

Relief washed over Max. That explained it, at least Vin wasn't mad at him, just sick. Poor dude.

"Not well? How so?" Wendy questioned, skipping ahead so she could cup her boyfriend's cheeks, "you're a little warm, were you in the sun?"

That could be it, Vince's cheeks sure were pink and he seemed sweaty, although that could just be clamminess. Max got up too, so he could shadow over Wen, as if he was of any help when compared to a doctor.

"I was out playing so yeah," Vin's whole face scrunched up as he winced again, eye rolling Wendy's conjecture, "I just have a headache and feel gross. I'm gonna go lie down."

Max let out a snort, it was weirdly amusing to see Vince act like such an ass, for a minute there he had all but forgotten of how the other man had acted the first time they met. Vin could be such a dick.

"Okay..." Wendy pulled back, seeming unsure of what to do, "do you need anything?"

"No, I-" Vince interrupted himself, cheeks puffing out with a soft burp and he rubbed his chest in an uneasy manner, "just gotta sleep it off..."

Wendy nodded, stepping to the side as Vince moved further in. He passed by Max, offering him a tight lipped, forced, smile, "hi Max," his voice was all gruff and he moved away before the blonde could answer.

Thirty seconds later he heard the bedroom door opening and closing, loudly.

"...That was weird," Max said and Wendy nodded enthusiastically.

"He's never acted like that," she chewed on her lip, "probably is just the headache."

"Probably," Max conceded, thinking that Vince seemed a little green around the gills, but opting for staying quiet. If his girlfriend wasn't mother henning then-

"He seemed a little queasy, didn't he?" Wendy wondered, out loud, walking to the kitchen and he followed her like a shadow. For some reason that Max couldn't quite pinpoint, she sounded elated. Weirdo. Cute.

He watched as she moved around her small kitchen, filling up a water bottle, fishing out a bowl, moving out of the room to retrieve some towels- Max hung awkwardly at the door threshold as Wendy entered the dark bedroom and sat on the corner of the mattress, Vince a lump under covers.

"Honey," Wendy whispered, eliciting a grunt as response. The hallway light was spilling inside the room, bathing half of Wen's face in gold and outlining Vince's form beneath the blankets. He took up so much of the bed, Max chewed on his lip as he tried to visualize Wendy in it as well.

"I know your head hurts," Wendy continued to speak in a low voice, running her fingers through his curls, "but I want you to take some meds, okay? Then you can sleep."

Not an hour before she had been using that exact same tone with him, fussing as she pushed pepto in his hands and all but shoved Max to the couch despite him being much taller.

Vince let out another groan, then there was some shuffling around as Wendy fed him the singular tylenol pill and a gulp of water, tucking the covers around him as Vin collapsed back against the pillows.

"We'll be in the living room," Wen leaned in, planting a kiss on her boyfriend's temple, "holler if you need me."

Max could almost hear Vin's not verbalized "stay". Although he never said it, he curled up further, a hand wrapped around Wendy's wrist and keeping her in place, before she could get up. Max let out a snort, crossing his arms and leaning even more against the doorway, thumping his head against the wood as he watched a blush crawl up Wen's cheeks and her steal a glance in his direction.

He felt like a voyeur, knowingly intruding into an intimate moment but unable to look away.

Wendy didn't have the heart to pull away, so she stayed put, continuing to pet Vin's hair with the hand that wasn't trapped by his grip.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, almost good thirty minutes later as she managed to unhook her hand from Vin's tight grip and pulled the door ajar behind her, "I'm being a terrible host."

"No, you're not," Max rolled his eyes, glancing past her shoulder and into the dark bedroom. Vince was snoring away, louder than usual and Max felt embarrassed that he knew just how the other man was supposed to sound. What weird information to have filed away.

"Yes, I am," Wendy scoffed, planting her hands on his arm and pushing Max down the hall, "you were telling me about your big bad criminal career."

He couldn't help but chuckle at that, rushing to cover his mouth and glancing nervously backwards, just in case they had woken Vin up. Wendy froze too. A snore. Both their shoulders dropped in relief and Max quietly giggled, "it was incredibly short lived," he promised, falling back on the couch and feeling his stomach fill up with butterflies as Wendy resumed to her original position, curling up next to him, green eyes sparkling with curiosity as he said, "but my arsonist career had just started."

He didn't feel the time passing at all as they jumped from topic to topic. From his harmless arson days, to college, to her career — Wendy's voice went up a whole note as she explained just why she had picked neurology and how her supervision worked. Her phone gallery was almost a crime scene, a thousand pictures that were just guts and brains and she nearly draped herself over his knee as she explained every single one with glee.

Max was trying not to laugh too loudly as he heard Wendy tell him just how her residency had worked during college days and dumb shit they had been forced to deal with.

"Gynecology was a trip," she groaned, although her eyes had a manic glint, "you cannot imagine the amount of people who are having sex without knowing what they're doing. The crazy stuff I'd hear during my clinic hours...' she shuddered, "at least I only did rotations there for the mandatory three months. Had a lady come in wondering how she was pregnant because they had been using protection and when I asked for clarification I saw the burst condom around her wrist like a fucking bracelet-"

"You're joking," Max wailed, "you're fucking with me!"

"Oh, I wish! I haven't even told you about the orthopedics supervisor-"

"He used to sleep and let the residents run amuck," Vince's voice, still deep from sleep, interrupted. Wendy perked up, tilting her head back with a smile as Vin pressed a kiss to the top of her head, standing behind the couch.

He was terribly pale, redness around his eyes and nose. Dark circles that had no business being there.

"How are you feeling, dude?" Max asked, carefully pulling back his legs. Somehow they had ended up on Wen's lap, her hands clutching at the hem of his pants, fingers ghosting over the scar he sported on his ankle from the fatidic hiking trip.

"Gross," Vince admitted, "ashamed. I was rude earlier, I'm sorry."

Max rolled his eyes, waving him away, "you're a dick, I've known," he teased and Vince's cheeks turned red as he circled the couch and collapsed on the armchair that was next to it.

"How's the headache?" Wendy moved so she was on her knees on the rug, before her boyfriend, peering at his face since he had hunched over.

"Better..." Vince sounded small, clearly embarrassed and still in pain, "I was such an asshole earlier, I'm so-"

"Aw, my poor baby," Wendy's voice went up a gleeful note, half amused, half teasing, as she planted a bunch of kisses all over his face, using Vin's knee to push herself up, "you're not feeling well, that's alright..."

Vince muffled a groan against her chest as Wendy kissed his temple, hugging her by the middle. Max opened an entertained grin, noticing how Wendy seemed to have cuteness aggression as her hands clasped her boyfriend's shoulders and she pulled him to her, almost melting them together.

Vince stayed in that position for a minute too long and Wen turned her head to look at Max, her chin pressed to the top of her boyfriend's head, mouthing silently, "such a baby."

Then suddenly the other man pulled back, all but punching himself as he pressed a hand to his lips and muffled a wet, frothy burp. His face had gone from the previous milky white, straight into grey-green territory. He stayed very still, breathing slowly, and Wendy remained frozen, arms up in the air from how Vince had pushed her away.

"Vin?"

Max sprung up, running back to the bedroom as he remembered the bowl Wendy had left there. He crawled over the thrown blankets and grabbed it off the floor, rushing back to the living room.

Vince hadn't moved, despite the fact Wendy had been trying to usher him up. His eyes were squeezed shut, perspiration covering his skin and Max all but fell as he tripped, plating the bowl in front of him.

"Here," he panted and Vince took it, hand all clammy as it brushed with Max's. He leaned over it, opening his mouth and drooling, causing the blonde to wrinkle his nose with disgust and sympathy.

"Aw, man," he straightened up, meeting Wendy's worried gaze and planting a hand on Vince's back. He was drenched in sweat and only then did Max realize he was for sure sporting a fever, "you're sick sick," he diagnosed.

Vince answered him with a groan, followed by an empty heave. Wendy sighed, pulling back his hair, "honey, let it up, you'll feel better..."

"Try-Eeurph- Trying..." He hiccupped mid sentence, then let out a whine and folded even more, pressing the bowl's edge to his forehead. Wendy let out a little frustrated sigh.

Max thought of back in Vince's house, months before, when he had been called to the rescue by a scared sounding Sophia. Clearly illness took the most out of Vin.

"That's okay," Wen cooed, continuing to rub his back, "take your time."

Vince lowered the bowl to his mouth once more, forcing up a little burp and a splash of thick saliva. He was panting as if he had just run a marathon.

It seemed to go on for the longest time, Vince bringing up little more than miserable belches and globs of thick saliva, all but rocking in his seat. His whole face was scrunched up and Wendy's easy going smile from before had vanished, concern clouding her face.

"Dude," Max sighed, thumping Vince's back as the other man dry heaved for the 10th time, unable to vomit, "I think you might just be empty..."

"No," Wendy voiced Vin's thoughts as he shook his head, "let's move him to the bathroom, c'mon."

Happy to be given a task he could actually help with, Max wrapped an arm around Vince's waist and pulled him up. Immediately his back burned, shoulders getting stiff as he tried to manhandle the much heavier man.

"C'mon, Monacelli, help me here," Max grunted, stumbling and nearly falling as he maneuvered Vin into the guest bathroom. Vince was considerably taller than him, so as he lost his footing, both of them went down inside the room.

In his attempt to not collapse, Max grabbed on the towel holder and ended up bringing it down alongside them, falling on the ground with a metallic CLAnk!

"Max!?" Wendy rushed in after them, now holding a can of ginger ale, eyes wide as she took in the scene, "oh my God, what-"

"Tripped," Max groaned, managing to wiggle from under Vin and push him sitting up in front of the toilet, wincing as his ass ached from how they had fallen, "your- Uh, your thingy fell, I'm sorry-" he gestured to the cute curtain holder with a golden bunny on each side of it.

Wendy rolled her eyes, "that's a piece of shit, don't worry about it," she promised, "fell with me too the other day."

Max shrugged, relieved, planting it on the ground and then turning his attention towards Vin once more. The other man had draped himself over the toilet, drooling as he seemed unable to shut his mouth.

"Hon," Wendy got down next to his, cupping Vin's cheek, "Vin, I got you a drink, I want you to chug it, alright? It'll help you be sick."

Max raised his eyebrows, wasn't that a bad idea? Shouldn't they try to not make Vince sick...?

He caught Wen's eyes and she shrugged, "he's not gonna rest until the nausea eases," she explained, opening the can and pushing it against Vin's lips, "big gulps, Vin."

Without so much as a complaint, Vince obeyed, chugging three large gulps — Then his chest jostled with a deep, wet burp and Max rushed up, grabbing Vin's face and making him aim at the toilet just in time for a torrent of sick to hit the water, instead of Wendy's lap.

"There you go," Wendy sighed, thumping her boyfriend's back, "bring it up, honey."

Max cringed at the violent heaves and gags that followed, his own stomach churning with sympathy nausea. He didn't typically get sick from sight or smell, but his belly suddenly felt tender, reminiscing on his own puking episode from before.

"Hey, blondie," Wendy snapped her fingers at him, noticing how pale Max looked and how he gulped the saliva in his mouth, "get out of here, I got him."

He shook his head, standing up in order to spit on the sink and splash some water on his face, "I'm fine, just- Just caught me off guard..." Max promised, not wanting to step away as he felt like he was being of some help.

"Uh-hum," Wendy rolled her eyes, throwing him an amused smile, just as Vin let out a groan and pulled back, resting his forehead on the porcelain.

"Fuck..." Vin's voice was several octaves too deep, "fuck..."

"Are you feeling any better?" Max asked, hopefully, causing Wen to snort at his silly question. Vince spat in the water, then shook his head and leaned back, collapsing against the bathroom wall and curling up, an arm wrapped around his stomach.

"M'freezing..." He whined, "everything hurts."

"Congratulations," Wendy sighed, flushing the toilet, as Max wet the hand towel he had been clutching, getting back down so he could wipe at Vin's chin, "you got the flu."

"Yay," Vince groaned, his head lolling, brown eyes meeting Max's with surprisingly intensity, "Jonah's gonna be elated."

"We'll quarantine," Wendy answered, sounding equally defeated, "shit."

[ronqueesha]

I have today off and I feel like posting some my favorite Warhammer 40k lore facts for my mutuals who are new to the franchise. Maybe they'll help with your own headcanons and writing.

You've probably seen that the majority of humanity in 40k live in gigantic, overpopulated, and pollution-clogged hive cities across countless worlds. If you're a Cyberpunk 2077 fan, you already know what life is like inside a hive city. Night City itself is only a tiny fraction of the size of a 40k hive city, but the living conditions for the majority of people are largely the same. The average person in the 40k universe lives in a dense urban environment with regular day jobs, local entertainment, pubs and sporting events, families, etc. The pollution and environmental conditions can be awful, but most people just live with it because they have no choice.

Holy Terra is completely unrecognizable as the Earth we know of today. It's one giant hive city like Coruscant in Star Wars. The air is dreadfully hot at all times, day and night, and difficult to breathe. A single missed shipment of offworld food and water can starve millions of people to death. Families can spend entire generations on religious pilgrimages to set foot on Terran soil and see the Imperial Palace. Centuries can pass between someone getting the necessary money together to fund a trip to Holy Terra and her descendants actually landing on the planet itself. From orbit, Holy Terra is a sickly brown color, choked in clouds with spires and space elevators connecting to countless orbital structures.

Space travel is not a common thing for the average Imperial citizen. A lot of people don't even know that alien species are real at all, they only know what is spoken in religious texts and whatever history lessons are taught at local schools. If an average Imperium resident can name a xenos species, it is most likely the orks.

There are memes and edgy writings online that say the Imperium is this brutal right wing ultra conservative government that demands humans only have sex for procreation and all forms of personal expression are banned. This is not the truth! While the Imperium is ABSOLUTELY the most brutal, fascist and evil government in human history, it actually doesn't give a shit about people's sexuality/gender identity/etc. As long as a person is human and they serve the God Emperor, that is all the Imperium cares about. There are plenty of humans in the galaxy with families who keep the countless numbers of humanity growing. And some adeptus mechanicus forge worlds clone people by the millions to keep their factories running. (games workshop themselves had a make a statement about this a few years ago)

20,000 years before the 40k setting, humanity was one of the dominant species of the galaxy. They had extremely advanced technology, to the point that anything you could imagine could be done, was actually done. From advanced genetic engineering to weapons powerful enough to destroy entire solar systems. It's all but confirmed that the navigator gene is artificial and was developed during the dark age of technology. During this time, the Eldar society was in collapse, so humanity rose to fill the void. But just as humans were in absolute dominance over the galaxy, Slaanesh was born and began the long slide into darkness we know today.

To this day, seeking out certain relics from this period is one of the adeptus mechanicus' primary directives.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Cloud heater reminded me of one time in university. It was December, and the weather was awful. It was snowing, then raining, and then snowing again. The wind knocked down metal signs, everything was covered in ice. And through the dorm window, I saw someone going down the sidewalk in shorts, a jacket, and sneakers. Definitely something Cloud would do.

That lines up with canon pretty well, since it's exactly what caught Zack's attention in Modeoheim: this guy pushing through the snow and brutal conditions like it was nothing.

*While on a mission where it's a blizzard, Zack's teeth are chattering, Sephiroth is stoic but clearly uncomfortable, and Cloud walks ahead, perfectly fine in justhis standard-issue uniform like it's a spring day*

Zack: How the hell is Cloud not frozen solid right now? I've got three layers on and I can't feel my face!

Sephiroth: Maybe he's too stubborn to acknowledge hypothermia.

Zack: Yo, Cloud! How are you not cold?

Cloud: Nibelheim winters. It's all about your upbringing, what you're exposed to and how it conditions you to handle the environment.

*Zack points at Sephiroth standing there in his usual leather coat, no layers*

Zack: Like how being raised in a lab didn't expose him to the outside world and how to dress for it?

Cloud: Exactly.

Sephiroth:

[jcmarchi]

Why Agentic Document Extraction Is Replacing OCR for Smarter Document Automation

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Why Agentic Document Extraction Is Replacing OCR for Smarter Document Automation

For many years, businesses have used Optical Character Recognition (OCR) to convert physical documents into digital formats, transforming the process of data entry. However, as businesses face more complex workflows, OCR’s limitations are becoming clear. It struggles to handle unstructured layouts, handwritten text, and embedded images, and it often fails to interpret the context or relationships between different parts of a document. These limitations are increasingly problematic in today’s fast-paced business environment.

Agentic Document Extraction, however, represents a significant advancement. By employing AI technologies such as Machine Learning (ML), Natural Language Processing (NLP), and visual grounding, this technology not only extracts text but also understands the structure and context of documents. With accuracy rates above 95% and processing times reduced from hours to just minutes, Agentic Document Extraction is transforming how businesses handle documents, offering a powerful solution to the challenges OCR cannot overcome.

Why OCR is No Longer Enough

For years, OCR was the preferred technology for digitizing documents, revolutionizing how data was processed. It helped automate data entry by converting printed text into machine-readable formats, streamlining workflows across many industries. However, as business processes have evolved, OCR’s limitations have become more apparent.

One of the significant challenges with OCR is its inability to handle unstructured data. In industries like healthcare, OCR often struggles with interpreting handwritten text. Prescriptions or medical records, which often have varying handwriting and inconsistent formatting, can be misinterpreted, leading to errors that may harm patient safety. Agentic Document Extraction addresses this by accurately extracting handwritten data, ensuring the information can be integrated into healthcare systems, improving patient care.

In finance, OCR’s inability to recognize relationships between different data points within documents can lead to mistakes. For example, an OCR system might extract data from an invoice without linking it to a purchase order, resulting in potential financial discrepancies. Agentic Document Extraction solves this problem by understanding the context of the document, allowing it to recognize these relationships and flag discrepancies in real-time, helping to prevent costly errors and fraud.

OCR also faces challenges when dealing with documents that require manual validation. The technology often misinterprets numbers or text, leading to manual corrections that can slow down business operations. In the legal sector, OCR may misinterpret legal terms or miss annotations, which requires lawyers to intervene manually. Agentic Document Extraction removes this step, offering precise interpretations of legal language and preserving the original structure, making it a more reliable tool for legal professionals.

A distinguishing feature of Agentic Document Extraction is the use of advanced AI, which goes beyond simple text recognition. It understands the document’s layout and context, enabling it to identify and preserve tables, forms, and flowcharts while accurately extracting data. This is particularly useful in industries like e-commerce, where product catalogues have diverse layouts. Agentic Document Extraction automatically processes these complex formats, extracting product details like names, prices, and descriptions while ensuring proper alignment.

Another prominent feature of Agentic Document Extraction is its use of visual grounding, which helps identify the exact location of data within a document. For example, when processing an invoice, the system not only extracts the invoice number but also highlights its location on the page, ensuring the data is captured accurately in context. This feature is particularly valuable in industries like logistics, where large volumes of shipping invoices and customs documents are processed. Agentic Document Extraction improves accuracy by capturing critical information like tracking numbers and delivery addresses, reducing errors and improving efficiency.

Finally, Agentic Document Extraction’s ability to adapt to new document formats is another significant advantage over OCR. While OCR systems require manual reprogramming when new document types or layouts arise, Agentic Document Extraction learns from each new document it processes. This adaptability is especially valuable in industries like insurance, where claim forms and policy documents vary from one insurer to another. Agentic Document Extraction can process a wide range of document formats without needing to adjust the system, making it highly scalable and efficient for businesses that deal with diverse document types.

The Technology Behind Agentic Document Extraction

Agentic Document Extraction brings together several advanced technologies to address the limitations of traditional OCR, offering a more powerful way to process and understand documents. It uses deep learning, NLP, spatial computing, and system integration to extract meaningful data accurately and efficiently.

At the core of Agentic Document Extraction are deep learning models trained on large amounts of data from both structured and unstructured documents. These models use Convolutional Neural Networks (CNNs) to analyze document images, detecting essential elements like text, tables, and signatures at the pixel level. Architectures like ResNet-50 and EfficientNet help the system identify key features in the document.

Additionally, Agentic Document Extraction employs transformer-based models like LayoutLM and DocFormer, which combine visual, textual, and positional information to understand how different elements of a document relate to each other. For example, it can connect a table header to the data it represents. Another powerful feature of Agentic Document Extraction is few-shot learning. It allows the system to adapt to new document types with minimal data, speeding up its deployment in specialized cases.

The NLP capabilities of Agentic Document Extraction go beyond simple text extraction. It uses advanced models for Named Entity Recognition (NER), such as BERT, to identify essential data points like invoice numbers or medical codes. Agentic Document Extraction can also resolve ambiguous terms in a document, linking them to the proper references, even when the text is unclear. This makes it especially useful for industries like healthcare or finance, where precision is critical. In financial documents, Agentic Document Extraction can accurately link fields like “total_amount” to corresponding line items, ensuring consistency in calculations.

Another critical aspect of Agentic Document Extraction is its use of spatial computing. Unlike OCR, which treats documents as a linear sequence of text, Agentic Document Extraction understands documents as structured 2D layouts. It uses computer vision tools like OpenCV and Mask R-CNN to detect tables, forms, and multi-column text. Agentic Document Extraction improves the accuracy of traditional OCR by correcting issues such as skewed perspectives and overlapping text.

It also employs Graph Neural Networks (GNNs) to understand how different elements in a document are related in space, such as a “total” value positioned below a table. This spatial reasoning ensures that the structure of documents is preserved, which is essential for tasks like financial reconciliation. Agentic Document Extraction also stores the extracted data with coordinates, ensuring transparency and traceability back to the original document.

For businesses looking to integrate Agentic Document Extraction into their workflows, the system offers robust end-to-end automation. Documents are ingested through REST APIs or email parsers and stored in cloud-based systems like AWS S3. Once ingested, microservices, managed by platforms like Kubernetes, take care of processing the data using OCR, NLP, and validation modules in parallel. Validation is handled both by rule-based checks (like matching invoice totals) and machine learning algorithms that detect anomalies in the data. After extraction and validation, the data is synced with other business tools like ERP systems (SAP, NetSuite) or databases (PostgreSQL), ensuring that it is readily available for use.

By combining these technologies, Agentic Document Extraction turns static documents into dynamic, actionable data. It moves beyond the limitations of traditional OCR, offering businesses a smarter, faster, and more accurate solution for document processing. This makes it a valuable tool across industries, enabling greater efficiency and new opportunities for automation.

5 Ways Agentic Document Extraction Outperforms OCR

While OCR is effective for basic document scanning, Agentic Document Extraction offers several advantages that make it a more suitable option for businesses looking to automate document processing and improve accuracy. Here’s how it excels:

Accuracy in Complex Documents

Agentic Document Extraction handles complex documents like those containing tables, charts, and handwritten signatures far better than OCR. It reduces errors by up to 70%, making it ideal for industries like healthcare, where documents often include handwritten notes and complex layouts. For example, medical records that contain varying handwriting, tables, and images can be accurately processed, ensuring critical information such as patient diagnoses and histories are correctly extracted, something OCR might struggle with.

Context-Aware Insights

Unlike OCR, which extracts text, Agentic Document Extraction can analyze the context and relationships within a document. For instance, in banking, it can automatically flag unusual transactions when processing account statements, speeding up fraud detection. By understanding the relationships between different data points, Agentic Document Extraction allows businesses to make more informed decisions faster, providing a level of intelligence that traditional OCR cannot match.

Touchless Automation

OCR often requires manual validation to correct errors, slowing down workflows. Agentic Document Extraction, on the other hand, automates this process by applying validation rules such as “invoice totals must match line items.” This enables businesses to achieve efficient touchless processing. For example, in retail, invoices can be automatically validated without human intervention, ensuring that the amounts on invoices match purchase orders and deliveries, reducing errors and saving significant time.

Scalability

Traditional OCR systems face challenges when processing large volumes of documents, especially if the documents have varying formats. Agentic Document Extraction easily scales to handle thousands or even millions of documents daily, making it perfect for industries with dynamic data. In e-commerce, where product catalogs constantly change, or in healthcare, where decades of patient records need to be digitized, Agentic Document Extraction ensures that even high-volume, varied documents are processed efficiently.

Future-Proof Integration

Agentic Document Extraction integrates smoothly with other tools to share real-time data across platforms. This is especially valuable in fast-paced industries like logistics, where quick access to updated shipping details can make a significant difference. By connecting with other systems, Agentic Document Extraction ensures that critical data flows through the proper channels at the right time, improving operational efficiency.

Challenges and Considerations in Implementing Agentic Document Extraction

Agentic Document Extraction is changing the way businesses handle documents, but there are important factors to consider before adopting it. One challenge is working with low-quality documents, like blurry scans or damaged text. Even advanced AI can have trouble extracting data from faded or distorted content. This is primarily a concern in sectors like healthcare, where handwritten or old records are common. However, recent improvements in image preprocessing tools, like deskewing and binarization, are helping address these issues. Using tools like OpenCV and Tesseract OCR can improve the quality of scanned documents, boosting accuracy significantly.

Another consideration is the balance between cost and return on investment. The initial cost of Agentic Document Extraction can be high, especially for small businesses. However, the long-term benefits are significant. Companies using Agentic Document Extraction often see processing time reduced by 60-85%, and error rates drop by 30-50%. This leads to a typical payback period of 6 to 12 months. As technology advances, cloud-based Agentic Document Extraction solutions are becoming more affordable, with flexible pricing options that make it accessible to small and medium-sized businesses.

Looking ahead, Agentic Document Extraction is evolving quickly. New features, like predictive extraction, allow systems to anticipate data needs. For example, it can automatically extract client addresses from recurring invoices or highlight important contract dates. Generative AI is also being integrated, allowing Agentic Document Extraction to not only extract data but also generate summaries or populate CRM systems with insights.

For businesses considering Agentic Document Extraction, it is vital to look for solutions that offer custom validation rules and transparent audit trails. This ensures compliance and trust in the extraction process.

The Bottom Line

In conclusion, Agentic Document Extraction is transforming document processing by offering higher accuracy, faster processing, and better data handling compared to traditional OCR. While it comes with challenges, such as managing low-quality inputs and initial investment costs, the long-term benefits, such as improved efficiency and reduced errors, make it a valuable tool for businesses.

As technology continues to evolve, the future of document processing looks bright with advancements like predictive extraction and generative AI. Businesses adopting Agentic Document Extraction can expect significant improvements in how they manage critical documents, ultimately leading to greater productivity and success.

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GitLab Environments: Your Cloud Playground Blueprint

Remember when you were a kid and tried to build the ultimate LEGO castle? You had all these cool pieces, but figuring out how they fit together was the real challenge. Well, welcome to the grown-up version: building your serverless cloud playground! Let’s take a bird’s-eye view of our LEGO set… err, I mean, our solution components. The Grand Blueprint: Components Overview Imagine you’re an…

[mattslilies]

✩ model!reader - struggles with the toxicity of the industry ✩

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warnings: this is an angsty one. discusses talk of body image, mentions of weight and dieting, but there is resolved comfort. please do not read if these topics make you uncomfortable!!! you are perfect the way you are. <3

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you knew you were pretty. you knew you were beautiful. you didn't get far in the modeling industry if you weren't. beauty was up to opinion, of course, and everyone that you had ever worked with was stunning.

most of your shoots and gigs were awesome, inclusive, and kind ones. it had been years since you had stepped into a toxic environment, but that had all changed today.

you'd gotten a bad feel of the place the second you got there, but you had pushed it down and ignored it, convincing yourself that it was just nerves.

it was not just nerves.

after hours on end of rude, snarky comments from the photographers as well as the directors of the shoot, directed at both you and the rest of the models working the same shoot, you were about to break.

by the time you got home from it, you felt awful.

it had been so long since you'd had people disrespect you and be so incredibly rude and unrealistic about the body standards they expected, and as much as you knew you were successful enough to never go back to that gig, you couldn't help the insecure thoughts from creeping in.

had you fallen off the wagon? were you out of shape? did you need to go back to cutting calories and increase your workout routine?

before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face as you stared at the number displayed on your bathroom scale's screen.

you stepped off of it, looking at yourself in the mirror, picking apart every single flaw that you saw.

the next thing you comprehended was the door opening, chris walking in.

"baby? you in here?" he slowly pushed the door open, his eyes raking over you as concern splashed across his face. "what happened?"

you shook your head, not verbally answering as the pads of his thumbs gently wiped under your eyes, his own filled with worry.

he noticed the light still blinking on the bathroom scale, and remembered how you had texted him that you had a bad feeling about the shoot today, pieces slowly clicked together in his head.

"okay, okay. we don't have to talk right now, but let's get you out of here. why don't we go sit on the couch, or lay down?"

you nodded, letting him guide you to the living room, him pulling you into his arms on the couch and throwing a soft blanket over the both of you.

"it's okay, whatever it is. it'll be okay."

chris knew that when you got upset, you often did not want to talk about it right away, so he normally did exactly what he was doing right now, gently comfort you and remind you that he was here when you needed him.

"they were so awful to us."

"i'm so sorry, baby." he softly wiped the new tears that were beginning to form, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "they're wrong, whatever they said. you're perfect."

"it's just been so long since i had to hear all of those terrible standards they expect from us, i wasn't used to it anymore."

"you should have never been used to it."

chris had been there the last time you'd had a shoot like this, and he had a general idea of what they had said to you without you having to tell him verbatim.

"i meant what i said. you are perfect. every part of you. you are absolutely gorgeous, and you've put so much work into your career, and i couldn't be prouder of you. you're active, you're healthy. you're amazing."

chris always had a way to make you feel better, even if it was just caused by his presence. his words began to clear the cloud of negative thoughts surrounding your mind, the logical ones coming back into view.

he's always been your biggest supporter, and you were so grateful for him in moments like these.

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 2: GOD FORM Nika! Luffy x F! Reader

Requested by: @jessysapphireblue ➡ Kinktober! Prompt 2 wirh our luffy🥰🥰 Luffy with a female magician reader. Perhaps in a nice secluded Environment and we know curious luffy is and how He would love to test it out with her as she is an absolute sweetheart and laughing with him but she is always so kind and gentle with him even during everything. Pls? I love your writing 🥰💙🩵 tw: mdni. Luffy turns to Nika with his G5. oral. food play. luffy takes you to the clouds, literally. vag. size kink. pretty sweet and romantic. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Moonshine, kissing your skins with soft silver light. Every time you look up in the sky, and the moon is on full display, you remember Wano kuni.

“Luffy… it’s been a long time since I’ve seen your Nika form” you mumble, with a curious hidden intention floating around in your mind. Not only Luffy is handsome in his normal form, but, the white curls and red eyes have been in the back of your mind since you caught a glimpse of it in between tears of joy for his reborn.

“Nhh? You wanna fight, (Name)?” he jokes, laughing like he only knows how to. That laughter that alters the rhythm of your heart; that makes it beat to the sound of happy drums.

You stand up immediately, looking at him, ignoring he was joking about fighting.

“I don’t wanna fight, I wanna… uh… you know…” you stutter, is not that you aren’t close to Luffy enough to ask him to have intimacy, but this sounded differently. However, Luffy can tell -only with you- when you want it.

“Shi. Shi. Shi… you want me to do it while in Nika form? I kinda thought of it once in the bathroom” he asks, taking the straw hat off his face, allowing his adorable cheeks to be bathed by the biggest star shining above the skies.

Your cheeks burn. He thought of it once?

Your eyes land on his sunshine ones, and nod with no further words. Yet, your expression seems enough to give Luffy the yes he needed.

As soon as it is humanly possible to think, Luffy snatches you by the waist and jumps into the beach coast. It was a calm night. The Sunny had docked in a calm island, with no villains to defeat and only to grab some food to continue the trip after Wano. Everybody had already eaten; Sanji and Zoro were doing the dishes and most of the Strawhats were sleeping inside their home, the Thousand Sunny Go.

“I need a place with a lot of moonlight” he chimes, while jumping off the railing to the slightly cold sand underneath.

“Is that a need for your powers?” you ask, curious.

Luffy doesn’t really know if it’s true or not, but he enjoys seeing your face while his body mixes with yours.

“Mmm… I don’t know…” he lies, and you can clearly tell.

Soon, you get to a secluded area right next to the beach. The waves crashing against some rocks will be the perfect companion to the drums of liberation you are sure you will hear.

“So, how should I do this… nghh…” Luffy thinks, pressing his index in the middle of his forehead. Maybe he needs to transmute or connect his energy to another being to turn into Nika?

You wait, sitting on the rock where he deposited you. Looking like a magical mermaid, Luffy suddenly understands that turning into Nika was easier while looking at the person that makes his heart go fast.

And in indeed, and all of a sudden, with his eyes fixed on yours, his heart starts to go even faster. Beating harder against his chest, turning the things that surrounded him into soft gum.

His pristine white locks flow with the sea breeze, and you could swear the moon shines brighter than before since he transformed. The waves act differently, as if they were waiting for Luffy to command them. And you can’t help but gawk at his majestically look… he does look like a God. His litmus halo, the bleached clothes, his smile, the crimson eyes…

“L-Luffy…” you mumble, in awe. It’s the first time you have him right in front of you, and so close, in such form.

He smiles, or rather, smirks. It makes your stomach drop, and your thighs to tightly close.

Luffy pounces on you, laughing. Your back doesn’t hurt when it hits the rocks behind. It’s all soft, and caring, and you feel happy but also there is a presence that feels like is crushing your lungs, making you dizzy… it is the intensity of Luffy’s Gear 5 power and will.

“You know I can imagine anything and make it happen, (Name)?” he asks, with his pointy nose pressed against yours.

You sigh, loudly. There is enough tension built inside your chest. “I… yes…?”

“If I want to, your clothes can turn into delicious chocolate… shishishi” he laughs, touching your chest. His hands play with the fabrics that cover your body and suddenly he can rip them with no effort. Luffy takes a piece into his mouth, he is even amazed at his own power… in deed, what he wanted, turned to be real; your clothes are made of chocolate now.

He begins devouring your shirt first, and then your pants and when he is ready the panties that began to soak with your needy fluids are now melting in your skin.

Luffy gloats before attacking. He does not eat desperately just yet. First, he bites one string of your panties, and then the other. The tip of his front teeth graze your hipbones, making your quiver every time he does. Your hand reaches his hair and lovingly plays with his soft, alabaster curls.

Everything feels like happiness; pleasure and lust mix with pumping hearts of full devotion and love.

His tongue finally reaches for your core, and while he rejoices in the flavour of chocolate he also does with the salty caramel taste of your core.

Luffy’s fingers search for your hand, and when both collide they interlock; the more he pleases you orally, the more you squeeze.

And he takes you to heaven, because if there is something he is the king already of, that’s oral. Your back arches, and orgasm approaches. One of many more of those he likes to drink from.

But this God does not only take you to the stars just with pleasure, but quite literally…

Easing off the buzzing sound of your heart pumping in your ears, with still aftershocks of pleasure from your climax, you feel his arms around your waist and the wind in your face.

“Luffy! What are you doing?” you ask, surrounding with your arms his neck.

“Let’s try going up to the skies!” he laughs, jumping with you in arms. What once used to be sand, looks more like an elastic bed that he uses to fly up.

You open your eyes, as wide as possible -maybe even popping out?- making him laugh louder. While you can’t help but panic to see your feet that far from the ground… but after all, this is exactly what dating Luffy feels like.

White fluffy material, that feels humid and soft, surrounds both of you. And soon you understand these are clouds.

“Here!” he chimes, pouncing into the most dense of them. Nami has taught you that clouds are nothing but water in a different form, there is no way it can hold you two.

Oh, but it does. As long as Luffy can imagine it, it can.

He helps you lay your back on it, and while your naked body feels like being engulfed by the velvety sensation of such magical bedding, Luffy gets ready to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

“You told me once that being with me feels like you are in cloud nine… but since you didn’t come with us to Skypiea, I thought this could be similar to it…” he whispers, with lips pressed on yours and the sexiest smile you ever seen on his lips.

His right hand next to your face. The left one, softly caressing your cheek. Your toes pulling down his white pants, with your eyes fixed on the darkening of his sight. There is something taking over Luffy, it is perhaps lust. Or maybe something else, you can’t describe so simply.

Hardness you already recognize, playfully grazing your entrance, getting ready to slide deep inside of you.

“Can I try something else?” he asks, before entering completely into you.

“Whatever you do, I want it” you purr, with a soft smile and your index softly caressing his cheekbone scar.

His lips slowly part as he lets himself get surrounded by your clenching inner walls. A growl, manly and not often heard, escapes his lips. A moan coming from yours, mixes with his pants.

You suddenly feel like your insides going bigger, something growing deep inside you. It goes gently, hitting every corner and spot of pleasure in your body.

“Lu- Luffy… what is it?” you ask, confused but still almost unable to think straight because of how good it feels.

“You like it? It is.. ngh… me… bigger me…” he grunts, letting himself crush you with the weight of his body. The pressure around his growing member feels heavenly and he can’t even play cool no more.

His lips land on your neck, while his hips move in and out. Faster every time. Harder, deeper… bigger…

Sloppy lids frame your eyes that fix into the immensity of a sky full of stars. They shine closer to you than ever; they aren’t above, but around you this time.

Your arms hug him tightly, your heels carve on the small of Luffy’s back, your nails scratch his shoulder blades… and your hearts synchronize to the beating drums of liberation, up and above the skies 💖 ~

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[noctunis]

could I request cloud reacting to a reader who has never seen snow before? also, in a romantic setting if it isn't much trouble 😭? feel free to ignore if you don't want to do it :3

“you okay?” cloud asked, tilting his head as he watched you peek out the curtains, sat on the couch with wide eyes. you turned to him with a grin, almost childlike as you laughed a little bit.

“it’s snowing outside, cloud!” you flashed a sleepy smile, turning back to the barely lit window. it was pretty early, the sun hadnt completely risen yet as the sky was still a dark blue and purple— meaning you must’ve woken up early just to see the snowfall.

he walked over to the couch, gently sitting upon the worn cushions as his eyes flickered between you and the window. the glass reflected your serene grin while you held your head in your hands, nothing could tear you away from the sight of the snow outside. odd, cloud thought. “yeah, what about it?”

you shrugged, “it’s pretty.”

“never seen snow before?” he quirked a brow. you seemed very focused on the white crystalline frost on the window, small flecks of it falling from the sky and onto the ground in piles as it covered the dirt. it wasn’t a common occurrence for snow to fall but cloud has seen his fair share of different environments with his job.

“nope.” you mumbled, still in awe at the sight before you. he made a small hum of acknowledgment as he looked back at you. he eyed the jacket on the chair near the door, an idea flickering inside his head.

“how about you get the real deal, then?”

“huh?”

“grab your jacket, let’s go outside.” he got up and made his way over to his leather jacket. it wasn’t much but cloud could withstand the cold. he watched with a soft chuckle as you squared and skipped along to find your jacket.

cloud waited by the door as he watched you emerge from the room with a comically layered outfit, almost expecting it to be freezing even thought it was just a tiny bit of snow. he scoffed with a small half smile before opening the door and letting you go first, your grin never faltering.

“woah—! wait!” he said, extending a hand as he watched your dive into the thin layer of snow that littered the grounds of your complex. he darted towards you, kneeling as he made sure you were okay. you rolled over, lazily grinning at him as you laughed, making snow angels and revealing the dirt that had been under the ground’s cold, white coat. “c’mon, cloud!”

“no, thanks.”

“pleasee—?” you drew out the ‘e’, pouting as he sighed. he brushed some of the snow away, making sure there were no bugs under the ground’s disguised layer of snow— before unceremoniously flopping over next to you.

he couldn’t help but crack a soft smile at your giggles when he saw you leaning on your elbow as you sat up and hovered over him. you two simply sat there for a moment, letting the silence overtake you. you could hear the faintness of cars and the chatters of people, but you two didn’t say anything until a few words finally left your lips. “can i kiss you, cloud?”

he huffed, an amused smile resting on his face. “sure.”

you leaned in, and he could feel you grin against his lips— icy and cold. lips that didn’t move very often only from the lack of things to say, but with you— cloud felt like he didn’t have to say anything. you two were just comfortable, and he liked that.