#i'm open to dat

[jungshookz]

omg fic inspired by smitten!jimin n smitten!y/n hahqsajhq

a whole 50k word fic for smitten!jimin and y/n would be insanity HE DOESN'T DESERVE ONE

[delicateartisantrash]

Literally how it feels to discover a goldmine of incredible content

HOLY SHIT

I--

MEME

SOMEONE MADE A MEME OF MY FANFICTION I FUCKING CAN'T THIS FEELS LIKE ANOTHER LIFE MILESTONE

I AM LOVINGLY TUCKING IT NEXT TO THE OTHER TWO (2) MEMES I HAVE EARNED IN LIFE EEEEEEE TY

[silusvesuius]

hold on i'm about tos tart spitting facts right now, My nelvas in t*lltale twd setting i was thinking about for a bit; as i said........... they have a perfect imbalanced dynamic dats fun to play with so they obviously would do 'Good' in a zombie apocalypse too......UUUUUUUUUUUU 😭UUWAH😭WWWWWWA😭AHHHHHHHH NELVAAS anyways:

i just spent minutes writing a calmer caption for this but tumblr threw that take away so we're left with what we have above. anyways i wrote most of this riding a high. 🤗

first off talvas always gives me spiraling med student vibes so that's what he is. he's like ~24 as i always label him, so probably getting a masters. that won't matter soon though lol. something to do with surgery so that it's convenient to the setting and his 'role' in a group. (logically it would make more sense for him to be into engineering and such, but that's not alldat interesting for this or any setting at all imo)

and then obviously neloth wud be a professor perhaps or just someone talvas sees on the regular for educational purposes. i'm just gonna say he's pushing 70 but still not retired for some reason (he's a Tryhard). i honestly get the feeling he would carry the same level annoyance people get from Larry of s1 except he doesn't really start fights + has no actual 'good' reason to be that unbearable unlike Larry, who did have crumbs of a tragic past/loss. he's big on researching stuff at his own alone time and has an extensive record of abusing and testing on animals i BET! but it gets covered up pretty easily, or no one really wants to get into that debacle with him. everyone knows that if he could he'd test on people too.

i'm not gonna start making up entire lifestories rn so let's get to the zombie part. they obviously end up together involuntarily, talvas isn't really overjoyed but doesn't detest it either, since he respects neloff deeply and trusts his judgement (sometimes). neloth just keeps him around because he knows he can't just be walking around free at his old age in an apocalyptic world and needs a meat-shield with him at all times, especially someone young that has more energy/physical abilities than him. but obviously talvas is not always able to be big help to him just cause he's pretty "Soft" and wasn't ever prepared for anything like this. he's still stressing over his finals or soemthing bruh. they develop a strong 'bond' @ some point just cause neloth isn't liked by anyone and nobody is actually willing to stick with him thru it all but talvas. just bc it's easy for him to cling onto someone that reminds him of the normal past. when neloth realizes that someone is willing to look past his nasty behavior or practices, or is just afraid to voice their own opinion, he starts being pretty open with that person (talvas in this case), a form of trust. it's not just cause talvas is a lil bitch, but also cause he himself shares some opinions that neloth has on other people's lives/their worth/morality. it's something that would stick out from his personality in any setting at all but here it's even more important from all the deaths happening around them, especially when they're grouped up with other people. their apocalypse journey is just 90% talvas trying to do damage control and apologizing for neloth's behavior by saying he has a (NPD) diagnosis he has never taken care of before the whole zombie thing happened so u should be patient with him

so obvi the best part of this all would definitely be seeing how they would gel with a group of other survivors. it's funny too because talvas is literally always the only reason nobody throws neloth out to die or just blows his head off clean bc they had enough. talvas takes on the role of a medic like Katt in s1, and is 'high ranking' just cause of that. neloth is a 1000001% even more capable of taking on that role, but i just Know......he would just refuse to do it cus he doesn't feel like it. he'd probably try and separate himself from the group or any discussions they might have because he doesn't value anyone's opinion on anything at all. the only thing keeping him in a group would be talvas begging him to stay (neloth not being able to separate from him for reasons listed above) and him finding something to do to keep himself occupied. and Happy at that 😍 it goes like this: (talvas voice) hey remember your wife that turned last week so we had to put her down ? Yes about that i;m sorry to bring her up, Yeah stop crying i'm sorry, anyways as i was saying.. Sir neloth dug her out of that grave and is currently ripping of her skin tidbits to lab test them, just thought you should know.. don't tell him i told you anything please he'll get really mad at me okay . also your son that you didn't have the heart to put down and just left him for us to deal with? Tied to a bed, he already turned so it's no big deal, sir neloth broke his jaw off so he can't do anything to you if you feel like seeing him. Sir neloth chops his limbs off to see what happens sometimes. it's smells like crazy in there tho so wear this mask if you wanna go in, just warning you.

can't say there'd be an apparent motive that others see in his experimental, kinda unethical, ventures, but talvas assures everyone that there is one. nobody knows. But honestly neloth is too smart of a guy to just be testing on people out of pure curiosity, it might be him trying to blow out his ego to an unimaginable degree by trying to figure out how the whole infection works, how to stop someone from turning or how to cure someone who's been bitten. tasks very ambitious but keeping him busy and away from everyone else. he mostly only communicates and shares 'secrets' with talvas because talvas has faith in him and doesn't see anything wrong with what he's doing. bonus: the whole group hates neloth even more because he keeps using the generator power to have talvas shave his head even though that should be his last priority. neloth is in seventh heaven the whole time (not showing it) just cause his dream of getting to experiment on people without being thrown in jail became true

cute fact: if they ever got into a St. John's dairy type situation and were confronted with the fact that they committed cannibalism.... they rly wouldn't gaf especially neloth. i can see talvas turning to look at him just to see how he feels (and form his opinion on the situation around his reaction) and neloth is just chilling getting his stomach full. talvas wud be disgusted by the food but then eat regardless. feels Funny for the remainder of his life after that. it really doesn't bother neloth tho. i had other situations in mind for them but they slipped out of my mind for now lmfao

neloth would have the most insane plot armor of all time to the extent that even though he's always working closely with the undead he'd never get bitten or just get killed. his ego is shielding him from everything because he values his life so much that it works in his favor. talvas latches onto that plot armor just because he's the 'closest' person to neloth but he's too nice of a person to actually survive for a very long time. he'd get Bitten😂😂😂😂 #FlyHigh but actually the nicest thing(s) neloth has ever done for him would happen after that occurrence... i feel like they'd hide that fact from everyone as a team and neloth would try to do something about it. but talvas dies anyway bye king. love you

wait Update: i forgot i wanted to write down some of this here as a bonus too. skyrim would still be in warfare but it just gets paused for zombies. i really want (we all want something don't we damnn) for elenwen and all her thalmorlings to be stuck together with some imperials in a military base perhaps. doesn't matter. just leading up to the fact that thalmor would have free reign to commit cannibalism (not every single one of them is into the idea but they're not that disgusted by it) while the imperials just try to survive on actual supplies. Elenwen: Back on summerset isles we were always taught not to waste 🤓🤓. they have the most civil agreement where the thalmor would promise not to eat any imperials if they let them eat outsiders as they pleased.

[constellaris]

tap tap tap. taptaptaptap.

[kirakirabug]

I think I need to see a doctor 🤨

[urmum-lovesme]

Bunny (P11)

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: ohhh emmm geeeee guys. 🤭 (dats it)

warnings: soft!Rafe cause I'm pretty attached to him rn, lowkey scared rafe?? BAHAH, kind of like ptsd but not really ig, trauma? post abortion symptoms.

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The room was dark, the hum of the hotel air conditioner the only sound cutting through the silence. The TV had long since gone black, the streets outside were quiet and the world felt hushed and still. Y/N stirred beneath the sheets, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. She hadn’t meant to wake up, but the sound of him tossing and turning across the room- again- had stirred her from the edge of sleep. She cracked one eye open, her face scrunching at the low light from the distant street lamp peeking through the curtains. A groggy breath slipped from her lips as she pushed up a little on her elbow, rubbing her eyes. She mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

“…Rafe?”

There was a pause.

Then a quiet, “Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

She asked, her tone slurred with exhaustion. She blinked slowly, eyes not quite open all the way. She could hear him shuffling again, the sheets rustling against the material of the couch.

“Can’t sleep,” he replied into the darkness of the room, “my back hurts.”

She sighed softly, she couldn't say she was completely surprised. That stupid hotel couch was way too small for someone like him- tall, broad-shouldered. No way he’d ever be comfortable on it. She could feel her eyes falling shut again but she tried to push back the urge to sleep as she murmured, her head already falling back against the pillow.

“...Come over here then”

A silence stretched across the room after the words passed her lips and Rafe sat up, brow furrowed in confusion.

“What?”

“Come sleep here”

She repeated, softer now, barely lifting her head, one hand fumbling to pull back the covers on the empty side of the bed as an opening for him. He hesitated as he started, his voice caught somewhere between surprise and caution.

“I don’t think that’s—”

“Just shut up and get in the bed, Rafe.”

She interrupted, voice even more slurred now as she tugged the blanket open fully. He blinked in the dark, stunned for a beat. Then he pushed himself up, rubbing a hand over his jaw before quietly walking around the bed. Her figure was already snuggled deep into the pillow again, one arm loosely curled near her face. She looked half-asleep already, her breathing soft and even. He slipped under the covers carefully, lying on his back and letting out a quiet sigh as the mattress dipped beneath his weight and god, it felt better already.

“This okay?”

He asked after a moment, voice low, referring to the space- or lack of it- between them. A hum answered him. Barely audible, but it was there. A gentle little noise of sleepy contentment into the pillow she was nuzzled into. Rafe let his head fall back against the pillow, one arm folded behind it as he stared at the dark ceiling. His chest still rose and fell a little quicker than it should’ve. He was about to say something- some nervous offer to move if she wanted more space- when he felt her hand. It slid across the sheets and settled on his chest. Light. Barely there. But it made him freeze. She mumbled, her palm resting over his heartbeat.

“Sleep”

He swallowed thickly, his eyes finding her face in the dark. Her lashes fluttered once more, but her breathing was slowing again. She was already halfway back to sleep. So he didn’t say anything else, he didn’t move. Just turned his head to the side and watched her for a moment longer, then he closed his eyes.

And for the first time that night, sleep came easy.

The morning crept in slow and quiet. No loud city noises, still just the low hum of the air conditioning still rattling in the corner, making the room just a little too cold. Pale light filtered through the thin hotel curtains, casting a soft, diffused glow across the room dust particles floating. Rafe stirred first. His brow twitched, and his lashes lifted, blinking against the muted light. It took him a moment, just a breath or two, to come to, his mind still thick with sleep. But then he felt it- the weight against his chest.

Warm.

Soft.

Steady.

He glanced down slowly.

Y/N was curled up against him, her face buried into the side of his chest, her arm tucked between their bodies. His own arm was looped around her waist, holding her close like it had settled there all on its own in the middle of the night. His palm rested on the small of her back, fingers curved into the fabric of her shirt. She was pressed against him like she belonged there, like she had always belonged there.

She looked peaceful.  

More peaceful than he’d ever seen her. Her lashes rested like delicate little fans against her cheeks, her lips parted just slightly, the soft dip of her cupid’s bow catching the light. He followed the slope of her nose, the arch of her brow, every detail etched in his memory now so he’d never forget it again.

He didn’t move, didn’t dare break the tranquillity.

His throat worked around something thick and warm he couldn’t quite name, something blooming deeply in his chest. She stirred gently in her sleep, and he immediately, lifted his arm from around her- giving her space. She moved, still in a sleep-hazed daze, she rolled away, her body turning to face the window. The blanket shifted with her, pulling across her tatted shoulder as she settled again, her breathing slow and even. Rafe let out a quiet breath. Pressed his hand to his chest for a second.  

His heart was racing and he shook his head gently, as if to clear it, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Running a hand over his face, he stood, stretching out the kink in his neck. No matter how soft the mattress or where he was, he hadn’t slept like that in years, like his body finally let go of every guard it had ever held. He padded quietly toward the bathroom, sparing one last glance over his shoulder at her sleeping form. They needed to catch the ferry in two hours.

And he didn’t trust himself to lay back down beside her.

Rafe was already dressed, shoes on, bag zipped halfway, the bare skin of his chest still a little damp from the quick shower he’d taken to shake off the strange restlessness from waking up with her in his arms. The room was slightly brighter now, pale light leaking through the curtains, the light catching dust particles in the air. He looked at the clock, they had less than forty-five minutes. “Y/N,” he called out, dragging his shirt over his head as he turned back toward the bed.

“C’mon, you gotta get up. We’ve gotta get going.”

No movement.

She didn’t even stir and he blinked in confusion. That was…odd. On the morning they'd got here, she was up before the sun. First one in the shower, already dressed and ready to go down before he even rubbed the sleep from his eyes. But now she was buried under the sheets, curled on her side, her face tucked into the pillow like the world outside the bed didn’t exist. A faint crease pulled between his brows as he glanced around- and then his eyes landed on her bag near the corner of the room. Just beside it, something white stuck out from underneath a hoodie tossed aside. He moved closer and notices it was a leaflet. He crouched, picking it up.

"After Your Abortion: What to Expect."

His heart knocked hard against his ribs. Right. His eyes skimmed the printed bullet points, each one sinking in a little deeper than the last:

Light to heavy bleeding

Cramping 

Nausea 

Fatigue

That’d explain why she was still out cold. Why she hadn’t moved a muscle since he’d woken up. She wasn’t just tired- she was probably hurting, still recovering. He set the leaflet back down exactly how he’d found it and crossed back toward the bed. His steps were slow now, careful and she was still facing away from him, her breathing soft and steady. He crouched down at her side, arms resting lightly on his knees. His voice dropped low, gentle. “Maybank,” he said, nudging her shoulder lightly with the back of his hand.

“You gotta get up, yeah?”

She hummed in response, face still half-buried in the pillow, her voice muffled and sleepy. He sighed through his nose, fingers reaching out without thinking, brushing up and down her arm in a slow, comforting rhythm. “Y/N,” he tried again, softer now.

“C’mon. Wake up baby.”

The word just… slipped out and the moment it left his mouth, his whole body stilled.

Baby?  

His hand dropped from her arm, and he pulled back like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. His chest tightened as his mind scrambled for footing- he didn’t mean to say that or maybe he did...? He didn’t even know anymore. But then her voice, hazy and warm, cracked through the fog in his head.

“M’tired”

She mumbled, not even questioning the slip. Just too far gone in the exhaustion, her body stretched out a little more as she yawned and stretched, her limbs slow and heavy with sleep. “I know you are,” he said, voice rough as he cleared his throat.

“But we’re gonna miss the ferry.”

She made a soft sound, halfway between annoyance and reluctant agreement, then sluggishly pushed herself up from the bed and shuffled toward the bathroom without looking at him. The door clicked shut behind her and Rafe stood there, unmoving.

Staring at the door.  

He dragged his hands down his face, drawing in a sharp breath through his nose as he grabbed his t-shirt pulling it on in disjointedly.

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The ferry rocked gently beneath them, the soft groan of metal and water lulling the world into a rhythm that felt… at peace, for once. Y/N sat outside again, perched on a weather-worn bench near the same table they had taken on the way there, the sea stretching endlessly in front of them. The breeze swept her hair gently back, warm and salty, brushing against her cheeks like fingers smoothing down her skin. For the first time in a long while, she felt light. Not exactly happy, not exactly sad—just still.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she tilted her face toward the sun, soaking in the warmth, the breeze, the faint call of distant seagulls. It didn’t fix everything, but it made breathing a little easier. Footsteps approached, slow and steady on the deck, and she opened her eyes just as Rafe came into view—tall, quiet, familiar now in a way that startled her. He held out a paper cup toward her.

“Got you that tea you like”

He said casually, the sleeve still wrapped around it from the vendor inside the ferry. Her eyes blinked down at it, then back at him. She spoke, voice soft with surprise.

“Oh. Um—thank you"

A small, grateful smile pulled at her lips as she took it from his hand. She didn’t even know he’d noticed she liked this kind. He offered a small smile of his own in return- quiet and a little lopsided- and then sat beside her, shoulders brushing. Neither of them moved away this time though. It didn’t feel tense anymore.

In fact, it felt kind of comforting.

Rafe glanced out at the water, then up toward the sky. “It’s a nice day,” he said, voice low and casual.

She nodded, blowing gently into her cup. “Yeah it is”

He hesitated for a second, “You going to the country club today?”

“No,” she said, hands playing with the sleeve around the cup “I… I took a few days off. Told my manager I was sick. Sofia’s covering for me.” He nodded, lips pressed together like he was thinking about something else entirely. And then, after a beat, he cleared his throat.

“So… are you gonna go back to the club?”

She didn’t answer right away. There was a pause- thin and quiet- where she could feel him watching her from the corner of his eye. “I mean…” she started, her voice a little unsure of what to say to him.

“Yeah... yeah I am.”

He looked over, just slightly, licking his lips before pressing them into a thin line. His voice was softer when he asked,

“When are you going?”

“Why?”

Her brows drew together, eyes narrowing faintly as she glanced over him. “No reason,” he said with a quick shrug, eyes darting back out to the water.

“Just… curious.”

She held his gaze for a second longer, trying to figure it out. The look in his eye wasn’t leering or expectant, but she still didn’t get it. Her mind did the easiest thing- assumed the worst- and a scoff slipped out.

“If you’re waiting for me to get naked and put on a show—”

“-that’s not why I’m asking”

He cut in, eyes snapping back to hers, jaw ticking. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp. She blinked, caught off guard by how quick the bite was in his tone, a little taken aback by his sudden defensiveness. “Oh.” Her voice was smaller now.

“Well… then, yeah. I think I’ll go tonight.”

He nodded once, slowly and the silence settled again between them- not uncomfortable, but weighty in its own way- and neither of them said anything else for a while. The ferry groaned softly as it docked, metal clanking and chains clattering into place. The sky was just beginning to shift into early gold, that hazy pre-dawn light spilling faintly over the sleepy port. The place was near-empty, quiet and still in the way only 6 a.m. could manage. Their footsteps echoed as they made their way down the steel stairs, the sound of soles against metal echoing.

They stopped at the end of the port, just before the parking lot split into two directions, they both slowed to a stop. Her car was parked on the far left- and his was on the opposite side. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, fingers gripping at the material like it might anchor her. She looked up at him, eyes catching in the hush of morning, and that’s when it hit her—harder than she expected... she didn’t want to leave.  

Didn’t want to watch him walk away.  

Didn’t want whatever they’d been in that hotel room to end. Rafe gave her a soft smile, barely there but real. His voice was quiet when he said,

“See you ‘round, Bunny.”

The nickname made her smile, even as her heart twisted a little. He turned, heading toward his car, that familiar saunter in his step, but before he got more than a few strides away she called out,

“Rafe. Wait—I…”

He paused, turning back to face her, brows lifted slightly in curiosity. She looked up at him after taking those few steps after him, lips parted, something vulnerable flickering in her gaze.

“Thank you,”

She said softly and he gave a slight shake of his head, brushing it off like he always did.

“Don’t. It’s nothing.”

But before he could say more, she was stepping closer. Up on her tiptoes, her hand brushing lightly against his arm for balance, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Just the lightest whisper of a touch- but it stopped him cold. She’d let him see her body onstage practically bare. He’d kissed her neck in the dark, his hands roaming her body. But this? This felt different.

Intimate

When she pulled back, her eyes held his for a second longer, and then she gave him a soft, almost shy smile.

“See you ‘round, Cameron.”

Then she turned, walking toward her car, her heart pounding in her chest, echoing in her ears, but she didn’t look back. Rafe stood completely still, his bag in hand, the early morning breeze brushing against his jacket. The spot on his cheek where she kissed him burned warm. Lingering. He watched her until the door of her car closed behind her.

And only then did he breathe.

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The sun had dipped fully below the horizon by the time Y/N turned off the main road and into the familiar cracked parking lot of the club. The neon sign buzzed faintly in the distance, casting its sickly pink glow against the darkening sky. She exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as her headlights lit up the building she knew far too well. The same one she’d walked into a hundred times before- confident, steady, unbothered.

But tonight?

Tonight, her palms were clammy against the wheel, and her heart was thudding just a little too loud. She rolled into her usual parking spot near the back, out of sight from the main entrance like always. The car idled in place, engine humming beneath her. Her hands hovered over the keys- but she didn’t twist them.

Couldn’t.

Because the last time she was here, things went... sideways. The kind of sideways that still woke her up in the middle of the night. The kind that made her fingers tremble now, just thinking about stepping inside. Her eyes flicked toward the entrance, where a few regulars were hanging around, smoking. She swallowed hard and shifted the car into reverse. The tires crunched softly over gravel as she backed out of her usual spot and drove forward instead, pulling into a spot much closer to the entrance. The headlights swept across the front doors before she finally threw it into park and killed the engine.

Still, she didn’t move, not for a full ten seconds.

Then, slowly, she pushed the door open and stepped out, the cool night air brushing against her bare legs. Her shoes hit the ground with a soft thud, and she gave herself one small moment, a breath of stillness, before she pushed the club doors open with both hands and stepped back inside. The music inside the club was already pulsing low through the walls- soft thuds of bass that seemed to vibrate right under her skin. As Y/N walked deeper into the dim, haze-filled space, the familiar scent of sweet perfume and cologne wrapped around her like muscle memory. Her shoess tapped lightly against the worn floors as she made her way toward the dressing rooms, weaving through the narrow back hallway, then she heard it.

"Y/N!"

She blinked, turning just in time to see Tommy stepping out from the side office, his brow lifting and his grin stretching wide as soon as he saw her. That signature silver chain glinted against his dark shirt, and his arms opened a little like he was about to greet an old friend.

“Where the hell you been?”

His voice wasn’t sharp- not accusing- just warm and familiar. She smiled, a little sheepishly, shifting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “Had some medical stuff,” she said, tone light but honest.

“Had to take care of it.”

“Shit. You okay now?”

Tommy’s face softened immediately, the grin dropping into something more concerned. “Yeah,” she nodded.

“It’s sorted.”

“Good,” he said, his voice sounding almost relieved. “That’s good. It’s been pretty damn quiet without you around here. Missed my favorite dancer.”

He flashed her that crooked, charming grin that had probably saved him from getting smacked more times than he deserved and she rolled her eyes, laughing as she passed him, her steps picking up again. She teased over her shoulder.

“Missed this shithole too”

“Oi!” Tommy called after her, mock offended, “watch it smart mouth- I'm still your boss”

Her laughter echoed softly as she pushed through the door into the dressing room, the familiar smell of setting spray and fruity flavoured vape hitting her all at once. The lights over the vanities buzzed softly, casting a warm glow over the few girls already inside. A couple heads turned as the door clicked shut behind her.

"Hey!"  

“Missed you, girl.”  

“Where you been hiding?”

Y/N smiled softly, offering a few waves as she moved to her usual spot in the corner and responding to the girls who seemed curious of her absence, setting her bag down with a small exhale. She unzipped it and started pulling her things out. Clothes, makeup, hair ties—and finally, her heels. She hesitated before slipping them on, the familiar weight of them feeling foreign now, like her feet had forgotten how to carry herself in them. She flexed her toes, adjusting the straps. Weird. But not unwelcome. The door behind her swung open.

Click. Click. Click.

The sound of heels halted and then-

“Well, I fuckin’ neva.”

Y/N’s head snapped up, already grinning before she even saw who it was. Bambi. There she stood in the doorway, hand on her hip, lips pursed, an eyebrow high enough to kiss her hairline.

“Hey Omi”

Y/N said softly dragging out her nickname for the girl, smile slipping wider. Naomi stalked forward, shaking a finger in her face.

“Don’t 'hey Omi' me you little bitch.”

The girl scolded mocking Y/N's voice and Y/N burst into a laugh, covering her mouth to try and muffle it, but Naomi wasn’t having it looking the girl dead in the eyes. “Don’t you dare laugh at me,” Naomi warned, pointing now, her heels clacking with every step she took toward her.

“Three weeks! No text. No call. No FaceTime. No signs of life- you made me feel like a desperate ex Y/N!”

“I’m sorry!”

Y/N managed, laughter still in her voice. Naomi crossed her arms, eyes narrowed as she looked the girl up and down kissing her teeth.

“Yeah, well, sorry ain’t gonna cut it this time.”

She was right in front of her now, scowling, but Y/N could see through it- the softness behind the irritation, the way her friend’s jaw clenched not out of anger, but worry. She knew Naomi. This was just how she showed she cared. “I’m sorry I didn’t text, or call, or show up here...” Y/N said, her voice more sincere now.

“I was just… I had some medical problems I had to deal with okay?.”

“Medical problems?”

The girl raised a brow skeptically, arms folding tighter across her chest and Y/N nodded. “Yeah.” A beat passed between them and then Naomi scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“So what- your boy toy gave you chlamydia or something?”

“NAOMI! Ew, no!”

Naomi broke first, bursting into laughter, and Y/N followed a second later, the tension melting into something warm and familiar and she couldn't help but think about how much she’d missed this.

“I’ve missed you,”

Naomi said, shaking her head with a grin as though she'd read Y/N's mind. Y/N smiled in return nodding her head in agreement.

“Missed you too.” she said and then playfully added, “So… am I forgiven?” Naomi looked her up and down with narrowed eyes, chin tilting like she was really thinking it over. Then she huffed, loud and dramatic.

“Ugh. Fine. Come give mama some sugar.”

Y/N stepped into her arms and wrapped her up in a hug, her arms around the girl like she didn’t want to let go. It was a sweet little reunion, one she didn’t even know how much she needed until now.

The rest of the night hummed with that familiar low thrum of music, muffled bass and the sticky-sweet scent of spilled drinks and perfume lingering in the air. It’s like slipping into an old version of herself- heels clicking across the floor, lips glossed, hair set just right. Bunny walked out like she never left, and the regulars?

They notice.

They smiled wider and would reach for her hand to. tip bigger. It was subtle at first, but the message is clear: They missed her. And the way their eyes light up when she leans in, when she twirls just right over the night- she knows how to make them look, how to make them stay. However her eyes keep drifting back to that one booth. The one in the far corner with the leather booth and small stage. The booth Rafe and Barry always occupied like clockwork—always lounging back like they owned the damn place- was empty tonight.

And it feels wrong.

She keeps looking, expecting him to materialise out of the haze and lights. But it stays vacant. And even though she knows it’s better that way—less complicated, less intense- …she misses him.

She misses him?

The night blurs forward in glitter and low voices and clinking glasses. And she manages. She smiles. She dances and flirts. She pockets her tips and slips back into the rhythm like she never left but still— that booth stays empty. No matter how many bills she tucks into her garter, no matter how many grins are tossed her way—

She keeps thinking about him.

At the end of the night she says her goodbye, placing her earnings into her duffle bag and making her way to the exit- not before earning a pat to the ass from Naomi. Yet Y/N pauses at the door, her hand on the handle, but she doesn’t push it open right away. She looks out through the door, the parking lot is dimly lit, the flickering overhead lights casting long shadows across the asphalt.

Her heart is already racing.  

Same time.

Same place.

Same heavy quiet.  

And even though she’s told herself over and over again that it was a one-time thing- the memory is there, a phantom pressing on her lungs. Her fingers tighten around her bag strap. She closes her eyes for a beat, then pushes the door open. The air outside is cooler than she remembers. It brushes against her bare arms, raising goosebumps, and carries the faintest trace of smoke and saltwater. For a moment, she just stands there. Her eyes scan the lot, out of instinct more than anything else.

Empty mostly.

Until—

A shape.

Someone leaning against the hood of her car, arms folded, head dipped. Her body goes cold before her brain can catch up, heart climbing up her throat. But then her eyes adjust.

And it’s him.

He’s got one foot propped against her bumper, the toe of his shoe tapping absently against the metal. The glow from the streetlight hits the sharp edge of his jaw and the curve of his mouth, lit up like something from a movie.

“Rafe?”

She calls, her voice soft but sharp at the edges, like it might crack. He lifts his head slowly, eyes finding hers across the empty lot.

“Bunny”

He says in that low, drawling way- like he’s been expecting her. Her feet start moving, cautious but steady, shoes tapping lightly against the pavement as she asks confused.

“What’re you doing here?”

Rafe gives her a lazy shrug, like it’s nothing. Like he hasn’t been standing out here for a while- like the tips of his fingers hadn't started to get cold.

“Was just passing by...”

She raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. A smirk tugs at her lips despite herself, “Right. And you just so happened to spot my car and sit yourself down by it?”

His eyes roll at her tone, but there’s no bite behind it. It’s playful,“Well- actually- I told Tommy to let me know when you clocked out.”

That makes her stop, right there on the pavement. Her expression shifts- brows pulling slightly together, head tilting like she’s not sure she heard him right, he asked Tommy when she clocked out?

“You what?”

Rafe shifts his weight, looking momentarily uncertain. His gaze flickers to the side towards the entrance of the club and then back to her.

“I just… wanted to make sure you got to your car safe”

He says, voice quiet. Honest. There’s no swagger in his tone, no teasing smirk. Just something genuine. And somehow, it hits harder than anything else he’s ever said to her, causing her to fall silent. Just standing there, staring at him. Because this means he remembers- everything she'd said to him. She hadn’t thought he would... The last time she left this place alone, she hadn’t made it to her car and now here he was, waiting for her, she swallows hard. She speaks softly, eyes fixed on his

“You didn’t have to do that”

“I know,” he replies, “but I wanted to.”

And something about the way he says it- like it’s not even a question in his mind- makes her chest tighten. The space between them is quiet again. But it’s a different kind of quiet, safer. She exhales, the tension slowly bleeding from her shoulders.

“Thanks”

Y/N murmurs, and this time she means it. She pops open the back door of her car and tosses her duffel onto the seat with a dull thud. Her shoulders rise and fall with a small exhale, her fingers brushing stray hair off her face as she glances over at Rafe still leaned against the hood.

“You, uh… you heading back home or…?”

She asks, voice soft, trying to sound casual even though there’s a weird flutter in her chest. He pushes off the hood slightly, shifting his stance. “Yeah,” he says with a nod. “I probably will.” There’s a quiet beat. Just the soft buzz of a streetlamp overhead and the distant hum of a late-night highway somewhere in the dark.

“I didn’t see you in the club...” she adds, eyes flicking up to meet his. “-or Barry.” She adds on quickly and Rafe nods once, hands in his pockets now as he faces her.  

“Yeah, we’re working with a new supplier. Need to check his stock before we start pushing anything in the area.”

“Right.”

She nods slowly but her voice sounds distant, distracted. It’s not like she wants him dealing- but still... her eyes had searched that booth all night without her meaning to. It was empty, and she hated that she missed his presence there. Rafe glances past her toward the duffel bag slumped in the back seat, then looks back down at her.

“Good night?”

He asks and Y/N huffs a breath that’s sort of a laugh and sort of not.  “Uh- yeah I guess” she says, a small shrug of her shoulder. “It was good. Could’ve been better though.” Her eyes meet his as she says it and they both know what she means.  

It would’ve been better… if he’d been there.

She turns, opens the driver’s side door, and slides into the seat. Her legs are still hanging out, feet planted on the ground, like she’s not quite ready to go just yet. Rafe shifts closer, resting one hand lightly on the roof above her and his gaze drops down to her. “You alright?” he asks, his voice low, edged with concern.

“How’re you feeling?”

She blinks up at him and offers a tired smile, “I’m okay. Just tired. Think I’m gonna head back.”

Rafe nods slowly,“right- yeah sure.” He takes his hand off of the top of her car and folds his arms over his chest. She watches his hand retreat and slips the key into the ignition twisting it.

Nothing.

Her brows furrow as she twists it again. But still nothing. The engine doesn’t even try to turn over, the car just sits there in silence. A frown settles on her lips. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she mutters under her breath, frustration curling in her chest. She tries once more- this time with a little more force, like that’ll make a difference- but the car stays quiet, cold and dead. Her shoulders sink, and she lets out a tired groan, her forehead coming down to rest against the steering wheel. Outside, Rafe’s still watching, expression unreadable, but he straightens up a little.

“You want me to take a look?”

He offers, voice calm. She exhales slowly and looks over at him through her lashes, nodding with a tired smile.

“um… yeah, I’d appreciate that.”

Rafe props the hood of her car up, the metal creaking slightly in the quiet of the night. Y/N stays where she is, head leaning back against the seats head rest now, the faint throb of exhaustion crawling up her spine. She watches him through the open window as he fiddles with something under the hood- focused, frowning, the glow from the parking lot light casting a sharp edge to his jaw. A minute passes, then two and she shifts slightly, calling out,

“Uh… so what is it?”

Rafe straightens up, wiping his hands along his jeans as he leans over to look at her through the open door saying, “Battery’s dead... or dying. It’s not charging properly- so it’s not gonna start tonight.”

“Fucking hell”

She lets out a groan, dragging her hands down her face with a muttered, before leaning back again with a soft thud into the headrest. Her eyes flutter shut for a second. She’s not sure if it’s from frustration or the heaviness behind her eyes, but when she opens them again, Rafe is standing by the door now, wiping his palms on his pants, giving her that look- half amused, half sympathetic. “You know,” he says, voice lighter than she expects,

“I could give you a ride... If you want?”

Y/N blinks up at him, then glances past him- eyes landing on the black Range Rover parked just a few feet away. It gleams beneath the streetlight like something too expensive for a parking lot this grimy then she flicks her gaze back to him.

“I was gonna stop to get food,” she mumbles, almost like she’s testing the waters. “And I know it’s kind of late, so you probably won’t wan—”

“-It’s fine”

He cuts in easily with that low, calm tone of his., “I’ll drive you it's not a big deal.” He pauses, tipping his head slightly.

“What do you want?”

She squints at him and his generous offer before a tired grin starts twitching at the corners of her lips,

“Benny’s?”

“…What?”

His brows furrow, confused, “The hell is Benny’s?”

“You know,” she says, sitting up a little straighter, “the little burger drive-thru place near the bridge? It’s cheap but milkshakes are like the best on the whole island”

“Is this a Pogue thing?”

Her eyes narrow instantly before she rolls them taking her keys out of the ignition and pushing herself out of her seat, the door shutting behind her.

“You know what? I think I’ll just walk.”

He lets out a laugh, low and quiet, shaking his head at her attitude, “Alright, alright, relax,” he mutters, and he's already moving, beating her to the backseat and pulling out her duffel bag which he slings over his shoulder like it’s weightless, casually shutting her car door and locking it behind him.

“C’mon- no need to be so sensitive, bunny.”

He teases, walking toward his car like there’s no room for argument. He glances back over his shoulder when she doesn’t move still standing by her car.

“You coming or what?”

Y/N sighs, biting her lower lip to hide the smile tugging at it, before looking her car and shoving the car keys into her pocket starting towards him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She leaned forward slightly, peering into the small window at the drive-thru, “Can I get a double cheese with fries and a vanilla milkshake, please?” she asked, her voice a mix of hunger and exhaustion from the long night. She looked over at Rafe, eyebrows raised.

“What’re you having?”

He muttered something under his breath and she squinted her eyes clearly not understanding which prompted him to speak again,“I ain’t having anything.”

“Rafe,” she said, her voice a little sharper now. “No, you have to have something.”

“Fine.”

He rolled his eyes, exhaling loudly. Then, speaking to the older man at the window, who was waiting for them patiently, he ordered, “I’ll have the same, but with a Coke instead of the milkshake.” The man nodded, punching in the order before giving them the total. Y/N reached for her own bag, opening it up. Rafe watched her with a furrowed brow, watching her rummage around inside pulling out a small brown paper bag.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m paying”

She stated in a matter of factly tone, her fingers brushing over some of the crumpled bills in the paper bag. Rafe scoffed, shooting her a look before speaking out.

“Don’t be stupid, Maybank.”

Before she could protest Rafe grabbed his wallet from his pocket, pulling out a card and tapping it against the machine, paying without even thinking twice. “Thanks,” he muttered to the man who passed him the receipt, Y/N sat still in her seat now, bills still in her hands as she spoke up,

"I can't believe you jus-"

“Don’t argue with me and put the money away Y/N.”

She opened her mouth but it closed as she defeatedly put the money back into the bag which returned to the duffle in her lap. Meanwhile, the older man in the window was now handing the bags with their food to Rafe who handed them over to her and she took the, from him, the delicious smell of fast food hitting her senses immediately. Her stomach growled in appreciation at the thought of a greasy double cheeseburger and crispy fries.

"Thank you"

She said quietly, meeting his eyes for a brief moment, her voice soft. Rafe just nodded, the corners of his lips twitching slightly as he started the car and pulled out of the lot, the tires humming on the asphalt.  Y/N couldn’t help but sip from her milkshake, the cold, creamy sweetness comforting as they drove in silence for a while. She looked around, still processing the quiet after the busy night at the club. Then, she finally spoke up, breaking the stillness. 

“Where are we going?”

She asked, glancing over at him. Rafe looked over at her with a small grin, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes at the small mystery.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, you're a smart girl.”

She wanted to reach over and smack his arm at his idiotic comment, however she couldn't stop the smile from creeping on her face, so instead she turned her head away from him so he wouldn't see it. The sound of the car engine hummed steadily beneath them, and the familiar scenery started to pass by. The soft glow of the streetlights and the cool breeze through the window. And then she saw it, the familiar, empty beach parking lot. The one that always seemed to be the spot where their paths converged, no matter what. Rafe pulled into the a parking space with ease, the sound of the car’s engine winding down as he parked with a view of the distant sand and waves crashing softly under the moonlight. He switched the car off, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow at her expectantly.

“So, are you eating both bags or what?” 

Y/N couldn’t help but grin, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Oh, shut up,” she said, shoving one of the bags toward him.

“It’s all yours Cameron.”

He let out an amused hum, taking the bag from her with a roll of his eyes. The soft, easy banter felt natural between them, and for a moment, it was just the two of them and the calm sounds of the ocean, nothing more. His fingers moved wrapping his burger as he leaned back in his seat, the salt air mixing with the smell of food.

“You’re lucky I’m a nice guy.”

“Yeah, the nicest”

She just shook her head, taking a long sip of her milkshake again. The soft glow of the dashboard illuminated the quiet beach around them, and as they ate, the sound of the waves and the occasional crunch of fries was all that filled the space. Y/N glanced over at Rafe, watching him chew thoughtfully as he finished his bite, and then took a slow sip of his drink. “So...” she started, breaking the silence, her voice casual but with a hint of curiosity.

“What do you think?"

Rafe paused for a second, chewing his food slowly before swallowing. He looked over at her, a slight smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. “Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Not too bad for a Pogue-owned place.”

Y/N's eyes narrowed playfully at him, and without missing a beat, she shoved his shoulder with her own, making him sway slightly in his seat, “Hey! Watch it Maybank- you’re lucky this food’s good or I’d kick you out and make you walk home.”

She popped another fry into her mouth, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she raised her hands in mock surrender. Rafe chuckled softly, his gaze flicking over to her, the smirk still playing on his lips. Y/N clearly not holding back the smile tugging at her lips teased, “Yeah, yeah.” She leaning back in her seat as she turned to look at him saying,

“you know, for a guy who's the 'Kook King' you sure do like Pogue stuff.”

Rafe’s amusement deepened, his eyes flicking over to the beach for a second before meeting hers again. But then his gaze lingered on her, his playful edge now replaced with something softer, more intense. He wiped his mouth, setting his food down, and casually leaned back in his seat, “Yeah,” he said, his voice a little quieter now,

“s’not the only Pogue thing I like...”

Y/N felt the air shift at his words, something unspoken hanging between them. She looked over at him, her heart skipping a beat before she quickly turned her attention back to her burger, taking a slow final bite to avoid the pull of his stare. She reached for her milkshake taking the lid off and tilting the cup to catch the last bit of the cool, sweet drink. She let it hit her mouth, savouring the flavour as a small drop dribbled down the side of her lip. She didn’t even notice it at first, but the coolness of the drink against her lips felt sharp, and she instinctively reached for a napkin.

But before she could wipe it away, she felt the warmth of his hand beside her. Rafe’s thumb gently brushed across her skin, wiping the drop away. The touch was light, but it lingered longer than it should have, and her breath caught in her throat as she followed the motion of his hand. Her eyes tracked his thumb as he slowly pulled it back to his mouth, his gaze never leaving her face as he licked the sticky sweetness from his skin.

The action slow and deliberate.

Y/N’s lips parted slightly, caught off guard by the intimacy of the gesture. The words she might’ve said caught in her throat, and she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment now press in on her. The warmth of his gaze felt different now, charged in a way she wasn’t sure she was ready for- but couldn't quite escape, couldn’t quite help herself from. As Rafe's gaze remained on her, intense and unyielding, her tongue unconsciously came out, sweeping across her lower lip. The movement was small, but it didn’t miss him. Her eyes flickered toward his lips, and she felt a heat rise in her chest. Her breath caught for a moment, her body language shifting, drawn in despite herself. Rafe noticed, of course. His gaze darkened, lips pressing together as if fighting back some kind of tension. He felt the subtle shift in her, the way her body language had changed, he could see it in the way she couldn’t pull her gaze from him, how her breath seemed to slow just the tiniest bit. A flicker of something passed between them, and without a word, he shifted closer, leaning toward her slightly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N…”

He murmured, his voice low and rough, tinged with something raw. She whispered, her voice catching in the air between them, the word a soft invitation.

“Rafe...”

She didn't even realise she had said it until the word left her lips. Quiet. Almost like a plea, or maybe just amplified by the weight of everything they hadn’t said yet to each other. They were inches apart now, so close that Y/N could feel the heat radiating from his body. The air between them was thick with tension, the quiet hum of the car’s heating was the only sound filling the space. Her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, the words hanging heavy in the silence.

"We shouldn't"

She whispered, barely audible, her voice thick with uncertainty, her heart pounded in her chest, pulse racing. Rafe’s gaze dropped to her lips for a moment before he spoke, his voice low and hushed, like the slightest noise could break the fragile thread of the moment between them.

"Then we won't"

He replied, his breath warm against her skin, close enough to feel the words vibrate through her chest. She didn’t move, didn’t pull away, and the words hung between them like a delicate dance neither was ready to disrupt. Their proximity felt charged, every second stretched thin, hanging in the air like something that could either fall apart or ignite into something they hadn't fully prepared for. Neither wanted to break it- this moment so fragile, so full of something neither could quite name. The tension between them hung heavy in the air, neither of them daring to make the first move, both waiting for the other to break, until quietest wiper left Y/N's lips,

“Please” 

And Rafe couldn’t hold back anymore.

He shifted just the slightest bit closer, his breath mingling with hers, and then he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in the softest of touches.

It was like a spark that ignited fire, a flame that had been waiting to burst into something more for months now. Y/N’s breath hitched as the sensation of his lips on hers sent a wave of warmth flooding through her. Her fingers, almost instinctively, went to the back of his head, threading through his hair, pulling him closer. Her other hand found the fabric of his shirt, gripping it between her fingers, feeling the heat of his body through the material.

Rafe’s hand found her jaw, his thumb brushing gently over her skin as he cradled her face, keeping her close, not wanting to pull away. He deepened the kiss, just a little, coaxing her to follow, to melt into him the way he’d been yearning for. Her lips parted ever so slightly and he didn’t hesitate, the kiss growing more urgent, more heated, as though their bodies were finally catching up to what had been blooming between.

Their lips clashed against each other a little messier now , a little more desperate- the kind of desperation that only comes after months of restraint, of pretending nothing was simmering beneath the surface when they both new that was a lie. Y/N shifted breathlessly closer, nearly climbing into his lap as their mouths moved in sync, lips tugging, parting, meeting again with growing intensity. Rafe’s hand moved from her jaw to the back of her neck, holding her steady, holding her close, while her fingers curled tighter in his shirt like she didn’t want to let go.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Her phone vibrated insistently from the cupholder, a harsh reminder of the world outside of their little moment. She hesitated, lips still brushing his, her brows pulling together slightly as she started to pull away, glancing toward the source of the sound. But Rafe didn’t let her get far. His hand found her jaw again, gentle but firm, pulling her back toward him. His forehead rested against hers nose bumping into hers, his breath warm as he whispered, low and quiet, 

“Leave it.”

His eyes searched hers, full of heat and something much deeper than simple desire, and in that second- nothing else mattered. She looked back down at the still-buzzing phone, her body torn for a brief moment. And then, just as quickly, she looked back up at him and leaned in, pressing her mouth to his again.

Like choosing him wasn’t even a question.

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[noisy-seelie]

Lipstick marks!

In which youre on his lap trying lipsticks, leads to making out with phainon.

Note: its 8:07 am, i never wrote a single line of fanfiction in my life. English is NOT a language im good with.Not proofread, written as my eyelids burn, begging for sleep

Word count: 1k

This contains: author never wrote ff be4, kissing, phainon x reader, suggestive ending cuz we freaky like dat, also suggestivd undertones. Because this was supposed to be smut but i got lazy. Horrifying Crappy kissing description cuz i lowkey forgot how ppl describe kissing

READ FOR PHAINON ART BY ME AT THE END👅

“this one's also not it…” you sigh as you toss aside the 6th—Or 7th?—Lipstick that you had applied tonight. Grabbing another one, a cherry colored lipstick. Applying it then turning your face to look at your pretty test rat-... Lover, phainon.

“remind me…” he stutters, his hands resting on your hips as you sit on his lap “what exactly are you doing again?” he huffs, feeling a little hot. His red face a dead giveaway.

“like i said!” you cup his face and bring him closer “im testing my lipsticks! The smudging, Transferability, and how the colors look on you” you say the last part with a cheeky tone, followed by a wink.

He huffs again as he stares into your eyes and you can't help but admire your work; his face is adorned with different colors of lipstick, his cheeks red as wine and eyebrows furrowed, a small pout on his untouched lips.

You had been teasing him this whole time. Kissing him everywhere but his lips, which you knew he loved to kiss. He was starting to get upset. The slightest pout on his face.

“can you at least kiss me while you torture me?” he dramatically sighs, his large hands going from resting on your hips to settling on the small of your back. Pulling you closer in his lap as he gives you the pleading eyes.

“What do you mean? I am kissing you. Look at all these lipstick marks!” you decide to play dumb, smiling with faux innocence. As if you didn't know what he exactly wanted.

Phainon stares at you for a few seconds before leaning in, in hopes to capture your lips in a kiss. But you were quick to put your index finger on his mouth.

“ah ah, not yet darling” you warn in a sweet voice.

Phainon’s hands twitched on the small of your back, slithering their way to squeeze on your waist. He knew he could easily overpower you, flip you over, and kiss you until his lips bled then lay atop of you to sulk. But he restrained himself.

You chuckle, pulling him closer to kiss his cheeks, nose, forehead, temples, and then the corner of his lips. Making his breath get caught in his throat out of excitement.

Phainon closed his eyes and sighed, his blood starting to rush in all places. He then opened his eyes to look at you, his nails digging in the flesh of your waist, he looks at your eyes with such need behind them, then his gaze fell on your lips. Your cherry lipstick so slightly smudged and he wished you'd let him clean it all off with his tongue.

You hum at him knowingly, and he rests his head on your shoulder with a groan, his arms wrapped around you. Securing you in a vice-like grip “you're driving me insane...” he murmurs against your shoulder, voice muffled yet the obvious need for you was not hideable.

“but you reallyyy love me” you tease, he raises his face to catch a glint of mischief that lit your narrowing eyes and he sighs, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows.

“id be a fool not to adore you, dear. You're the light of my life, I can't help but feel like a moth with how much I'm attracted to you; not in the physical sense, but I can't wander far from you. I always find my way back into your arms as if I'm bound to you by chains, pulling me towards you. which i don't mind”

You caress his cheek, you coo at him “my, such smooth talker you are, are you trying to sway me?” you pinch his cheek and to that he whines “but i must admit i am indeed swayed, id say you fairly earned yourself a ki-!”

Before you can finish your sentence, Phainon's mouth is already on yours. His hand tangles in your hair as he pulls you closer in a hungry kiss. He kisses you with increasing fervor. He nibbles on your lower lip, biting it and dragging his tongue over it like a soothing balm, eliciting a gasp from you to which you feel him grin at the sound. His other arm wraps around your torso, incaging you. Your chest pressed flush against his and you could feel his erratic heartbeat. His tongue slides in your mouth, tasting each corner and groaning in bliss like he had been granted the sweetest nectar. He drinks up your lips like a man dying of thirst and your lips were an oasis. Your arms wrap around his shoulder and your hands snake their way toward his neck, leaving trails of burning fire in their wake.

As to not suffocate, you push him away, he tends to lose himself in it when it comes to you.

Panting in his lap you look at him, flushed face, tousled hair framing his annoyingly handsome face and half-lidded eyes boring Into yours with an affectionate intensity as if he was trying to get your image burned into his irides. Lipstick marks still all over his face except his lips now are smudged Cherry color lipstick.

You stare at him and chuckle, proud of your finished piece of art and he raises an eyebrow.

“you look real cute marked up with my red lipstick, you know?” you tease, not expecting what came next.

Phainon lifted you off his lap and you yielped, he grins with his stupidly charming smile, you were thankful he was lifting you or your knees would have betrayed you when he flashed you his sweet smile.

He threw you over his shoulder like a rice bag, his hand resting on your thighs to balance you, and he headed upstairs. Humming a tune as you flailed around confused.

“you got your fill ’marking me’—as you say—with your red lipstick, so it's only fair I'd get my share too, don't you think? You'll look gorgeous with my own type of red marks”

You were in for a long night, thanks to your lipstick.

A/n: choking myself to death etf man its 8am i should be sleeping but im writting for this fuck ass man instead when im not even a writer، im so deeply in love with this man he made me draw AND write for him at the same DAMN TIME what a glutonous beast

[kxsagi]

AAAAAAA MAKE NAGI MEET HIS S/O'S PARENTS

“𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞”

a/n: i'm obsessed with BMF by SZA

you warned him. you definitely warned nagi seishiro that your parents were two completely different bosses in the same game level – your mom, who’d probably spoil him within minutes, and your dad, who’d see him as a walking red flag until further notice. 

“you sure i can’t just meet them in my sleep?” nagi mutters for the fifth time, dragging his feet up your parents’ porch like you’re dragging him to his final boss battle. 

“nope,” you chirp, knocking on the door with fake enthusiasm. “and if you fall asleep during dinner, i will kick you under the table.” 

he groans. “unfair.” 

the door opens before you can respond, and your mom stands there in all her warm, floral-apron glory, face lighting up the second she sees you, and then really lighting up when her eyes land on nagi. 

“oh my gosh,” she gasps, clutching her chest like she just saw a k-drama actor in 4K. “this is him?! this is your boyfriend?!” 

“uh… hi,” nagi says, suddenly standing much straighter, blinking slowly like she’s a flashbang in human form. 

your mom’s already stepping aside to let you both in, zeroing in on nagi like a hawk. “my goodness, look at you! you’re so tall… and those eyes! and that hair! wow, you’re just… beautiful. what skincare do you use, sweetie?” 

“uh… body wash,” nagi replies, deadpan. 

you nearly choke. 

your mom lets out the most delighted cackle you’ve ever heard. “oh, you’re funny, too. i like him! good taste, sweetheart,” she tells you, squeezing your hand like you just won the lottery. 

“thanks,” you say dryly. “wait till dad gets here.” 

and speak of the devil. your dad walks in from the backyard just in time to hear the words ‘body wash’ and ‘beautiful’, and you swear you feel the entire atmosphere drop ten degrees. 

he doesn’t say anything right away. just crosses his arms over his chest, gives nagi a look, and then slowly says: “so. you’re the soccer boy.” 

nagi gulps. “uh… yeah.” 

“huh.” your dad narrows his eyes. “can you even support a family on that?” 

“dad–” you start, but nagi, bless his soul, answers. 

“maybe if we win a lot.” 

you slap a hand to your forehead. your mom snorts into her wine glass. 

the rest of dinner is like watching nagi play dodgeball blindfolded. your mom keeps gushing over him (“you have to give me your shampoo brand, i’m serious”), offering him second helpings, complimenting his cheekbones like he’s not sitting right there trying not to die. and every time he cracks a lazy, genuine little smile, your mom practically swoons. 

your dad, meanwhile, has adopted a job interview tone. 

“what are your intentions with my daughter?” 

“i dunno. hang out. be cool.” 

“what are your five-year plans?” 

“… nap.” 

“do you know how to change a tire?” 

“… no.” 

“do you want to learn?” 

“not really.” 

you can see the vein popping in your dad’s temple. nagi just sips his miso soup like he’s on a beach. when your mom tells him he’s “so chill, like a little kitten,” your dad’s soul visibly exits his body. 

after dinner, your dad corners nagi in the hallway like a final interrogation round while your mom helps you clean up. 

“i don’t like guys who slack off,” your dad says, low and stern. 

“me neither,” nagi replies, deadpan. “they’re annoying.” 

your dad stares at him. nagi stares back. 

finally, your dad lets out a reluctant grunt. “you’re honest. i’ll give you that.” 

when you come back into the room, nagi has a slightly traumatized look on his face and your dad is sipping tea like he didn’t just threaten a man with his eyes. 

on the drive back, nagi’s slouched in the passenger seat, staring at the ceiling. “your dad’s intense.” 

“he let you live. that’s progress.” 

“your mom touched my hair. twice.” 

you laugh. “she’s obsessed with you. she said you could model for those korean face mask commercials.” 

nagi hums, turning his head to look at you. “maybe i should date her instead.” 

you elbow him in the side. 

“ow. kidding. you’re cooler. and younger,” he mumbles. “but seriously… your parents are weird.” 

“yeah?” 

“kinda like you.” 

you glance over at him, and he’s smiling – small and tired, but sweet. and something in your chest tugs when he adds, softly: “i think i like them.” 

you grin. “good,” you say, grabbing his hand as you drive, “because next time, you’re cooking.” 

“what?!” 

“yep. dad said he wants to see if you’re ‘useful in the kitchen.’” 

nagi groans so dramatically, you’re shocked he doesn’t actually pass out on the spot. 

you can’t stop laughing the whole way home. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[superhoeva]

Adding to the freak! Jack Abbot thots…Jack Abbot who does anal with his freak gf…yeah…NEED DAT IMMEDIATELY! I’m talking he eats ass, uses plugs, double penetration, and fucks you in the ass after you beg him for it. Yeah…Yeahh. And yes; we already have DMs about this but idc I need dat man bad!

tw: language, smut, porn with a little plot, freak!abbot, butt stuff/anal, bodily fluids (mentioned), f!reader, oral (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), toys (plugs), unprotected sex, creampie; please remember this is fiction <3 mdni/+18.

there’s an odd sense of beauty in the fact that jack senses you’re ready for it before you do. the man has eyes everywhere, and with most of them pointed at you, it doesn’t take long for him to pick up the hints that your body bares free to him.

though he waits until you actually say it to take the next steps.

little by little, jack breaks you open. slobbering all over your pussy and thumbing at your ass until you're sobbing out a beg for him to stick something inside you. dragging the slick from your slick down to your puckering hole with the tip of his tongue, and circling it with soft laps.

he damn near cums in his pants the first time he fingers your ass. god, the noises you make as he uses lube and gentle gotta relax for me, darlin's to coax you open well enough to take two of his fingers. it takes a thumbs and a few wet kisses of your clit but you do just as he requests–relax enough through a few waving orgasms to take his third finger.

even jack switching from his fingers to plugs is a process.

he tongues your hole and stretches you with his thumb before sliding in the plug with the help of a mixture of spit and lube. soon after taking a moment to admire how the protruding jewel looks against you, he slides into your pussy, and fucks you at the edge of the bed from behind.

you make jack's head toss and hands grip at your hips like he'll never let you go whenever you cry out how full you feel. how much you like how full you feel. he fills your pussy that night, afterwards slipping out the plug at the same time he slurps his dripping load from your slit.

the first time he fucks your ass, there's a literal ton of lube and you're in charge. you control it all and he doesn't move until you tell him. he's already breathing hard breaths through his nose with just the head inside but he doesn't push anymore until you whimper out for him to keep going.

you both groan loud when he's fully inside.

you're shaking at the stuffed feeling, while jack's clenching his jaw and trying not to burst. his cock moves slow but firm inside you, only able to pull out a third of the way before he sinking back balls deep.

it's after a few thrusts that jack has to pause with a hand on your stomach.

"s'alright if you can't..." he starts, huffing through his strained timbre with a pinched brow. "...but i need ya to relax, gorgeous, or i'm not gonna last worth a damn."

"'m trying," you whine out, and he can barely rip a hand from your waist to cradle your face. "it's just a lot."

jack would chuckle if he could think of something other than the manner of him twitching inside your ass.

"i know, baby. i know," jack nods, "but i can't–fuck... i'm, like, this close to losing my god damn mind..."

shit. now, there's a twinkle in your eyes that tells him he probably shouldn't have said that–

a long fuuuck groans out of jack at a shifting of your hips, cock pulsating as a wave of unexpected static eclipses him. a broken, beautiful chorus of moans exit him. in fact, a few borderline on being whimpers.

he doesn't realize the tender thrusting he's started until he sees you halfway through his climax, your body jerking with rolling eyes as his balls empty themselves inside you.

he'd have a half a mind to lean over and grab the vibrator but the fingertips he's slathering over your sopped clit are enough to get you there. pussy leaking and spasming around nothing, you're coming with a clench tight enough to make jack lightheaded.

"hoooly shit," he has to blink a few times, collapsing half his weight on top of your body as you settle in the w.

the both of you are trembling, and jack makes you take two more deep breaths as he inches himself out of you. his cock slides free a mess, covered in a mixture of his cum and stringy lube, and he shakes his head when he looks at you to find you already peeking down at the sight with a pleased grin.

jack snorts, exhaling an astonished huff before kissing you deep.

"sorry," he mumbles, forehead glossy with a layer of sweat. "i'll try to last longer next time..."

(spoiler alert: he does not.)

freak!abbot tag | freak!abbot asks

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[makis-eyebrows]

One emotional girl

In which Max Verstappen's 7 year old daughter is seen as very emotional, even if it's over the smallest thing.

Y/n has always been emotional. But it was never something that bothered Max or her stepmom, Kelly. Max still adored his daughter like she was his world, which was no lie there.

Some people always wondered why Y/n was so emotional. Her dad has always been seen as calm and composed and doing his best to keep his emotions in check. But Y/n was the opposite. Even just playful shouting sometimes brushed her the wrong way, and the flood gates would flow open wide.

It was the weekend of the Austrian Grand Prix, the home of all Red Bull fans. But the Dutchman was not performing as well as he usually does, and that upset him.

Y/n, having been enjoying her time despite her dad qualifying P12, ran up to him with a cut paper snowflake.

"Papa kijk! I made a snowflake with paper!" (Dad, look! I made a snowflake with paper) She beamed happily at the man brewing with anger. Max barely gave a look at her work.

"Yeah, looks good." He spoke gruffly, every little noise annoying him further.

Y/n frowned a bit. "But you didn't even look at it..." She poked him lightly on his side but barely got a reaction.

"Y/n, niet nu, alsjeblieft." (Y/n, not now, please) Max sighed, rubbing his face for what could now be the hundredth time. This made her frown even deeper now, and her eyes began to gloss over. Max hasn't even bothered to look at her.

The small girl sighed and turned to walk away, feeling too sad to show him the hard work she did whilst he raced. In a small fit of disappointment and anger, Y/n slipped off to the hospitality area and went to a quiet corner.

She ripped up her work, throwing it on the floor and jumped on it just so she could feel better.

But it didn't.

If anything, it only made her feel worse. The familiar feeling in her chest bubbled over and came falling quicker than she could react, in the form of hot tears.

Time passed.

“Hey… have you seen Y/n?” Max finally asked a crew member, realizing the silence around him wasn’t the usual post-qualifying buzz. Panic started setting in when no one had an answer.

“She was here earlier,” someone said.

“I’ll check around,” another offered.

It was Yuki Tsunoda who found her—curled up, cheeks streaked with tears and bits of paper scattered around her. “Y/n?” he knelt gently. “Hey, what happened?”

She wiped her face and hiccupped. “Papa didn’t… didn’t care about my snowflake.”

Yuki’s heart melted. “Come on, let’s go see him.”

Back at the garage, Max looked up just as Yuki returned with her. His face instantly softened with guilt. “Y/n…” he got down on one knee. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I was upset about the race, but that’s no excuse. Wat jij hebt gemaakt... dat doet er wel toe.” (I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you. I was upset about the race, but that's no excuse. What you made... it does matter.)

Y/n sniffled, unsure, but slowly walked up to him.

“I shouldn’t have made you cry,” Max said, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’ll always want to see what you make. Altijd.” (I'll always want to see what you make. Always.)

Yuki watched from the side, a small grin on his face. “Next time, show me first. I’ll be your number one fan,” he winked.

Y/n giggled through her tears, and Max held her closer, silently promising himself to never let the sport overshadow his daughter’s heart again.

And that's my first fic done!!! Wow, guys... I suck at this, honestly. But we move.

Anywaysss, let me know what you think about this so I know what i can work with and how I can improve. The writing I suddenly decided to start doing was influenced by some people on this app. I won't tag them without their permission but based off who I follow, you can decipher it.

That's Gang Gang out!!

[uzurakis]

apologies if u find this weird but it’s been on my mind for a while.. rotting my brain if u will.. jjk men being told by the others to keep it down while they AHEM fuck bc they could hear them😓

D★MN, KEEP IT DOWN !

featuring: fushiguro megumi. itadori yuuji. gojo satoru. geto suguru. (characters are all aged up)

NSFW MDNI. explicit themes under the cut!

n. nonnie sorry this took awhile. i rlly like your request but i was contemplating whether i should make it a full on filthy smut or not lmao (i chose the latter eventually). thanku for requesting thiis, was giggling the whole time and i do not find it weird at all bb, it’s quite funny actually XD

damn, keep it down will you?

you guys are too fucking loud!

ITADORI YUUJI

“was it really that loud?” in the hopes that someone outside the room might hear you, you shouted. “sorry about that! we were just really into it!” itadori added, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

your laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, blending with the lingering excitement in the air. "really babe? 'we were just really into it?'" you quoted him, unable to contain your amusement at his witty retort.

"we are, right?" itadori exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with passion as he continued to shove it slowly in your walls. “don’t say ya don’t enjoy when i make ya like this, baby.”

you nodded, unable to control your arousal as you let out faint whimpers. "ah, definitely, yuu.”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

your boyfriend's response was immediate, his tone tinged with irritation. "fuck off!" he retorted, frustration evident.

though you felt a twinge of embarrassment at getting caught, you couldn't help but laugh tensely at his boldness. "what?" he paused his pace and asked a question. you kept kissing him carelessly around his neck, saying, "no, don't stop," as he began to move slowly once again. "don’t be so mean, baby. focus on me."

his broad grin widened as he picked up the pace, having fun with those words. watching you act like a mess over him, megumi said, "mhmm, you don't need to say that."

"i'm totally focused on you."

GOJO SATORU

"guess we got carried away, darling,” gojo chuckled playfully. "seems like it," you agreed, feeling a rush of contentment wash over you. “i told you to keep it down, satoru.”

“hey, who’s the one moaning over my cock, baby?” he retorted, sometimes you felt like you wanted to slap that arrogant grin of his. “can’t put the blame on me like dat.”

“and who begged tremendously to let it in, huh?” you fire back a query, but he cuts you off as you feel it tearing your pussy even more deeply and forcefully.

you can't help but wail, "shit—ah, satoru," and feel his touch throughout your entire body, especially when he bit down the right spots. “keep it down? hell nah.”

“we’re just getting warmed up, darling.”

GETO SUGURU

"can't promise anything, but we'll try!" geto called back, a grin evident in his voice.

"will we though?" you inquired with a grin, as if it were impossible. geto returned your gaze, interlocking his hands once more as he bent down and kissed you on the lips. "that's why i said we can't promise anything, princess."

"but how else will the guys know we're having a good time?" he said, voice full of joyful mischief as he proceeded to work you through the sweet spot. dripping saliva as you sticked you tongue out and making a mess, unable to say anything since his cock has left your body speechless.

geto clearly understands your body, what it wants, and why it wants him.

"let me show ya how to make ya feel good, princess."

@uzurakis — rqs are open ^u^

[liyah-a]

Act up, Get Snatched Up <3

You almost didn’t go to the party.

Annie was blowin' up your phone talkin' bout,

"Girl come on, you been in the house for weeks.You not even sad no mo, you just bored." And Sasha? She said she wasn't takin' no for an answer. "You already know he gon' be there. So pop out and remind him what he fumbled."

And so you did. Hair laid. Cute fit.And the minute you stepped through the door, you felt eyes on you. He was in the back. Ony. Yo ex.

Six feet of silence and tension, leaned against the wall in all black. Same look in his eyes like the last time y'all argued - that mix of hurt and heat. His wrist still heavy with that same busted Rolex he swore was "real enough." And beside him? Eren and Armin, watching the room like it owed them something.

You looked away. You weren't here for him. You were here to remind yourself who you were before him.

Then you saw Connie. The same one Ony used to call his "lil bro." Not no more. Word on the street was he started sellin' out of the same trap house as Ony after they fell out. Real opp behavior.

So yeah... you walked over to Connie. Sasha and Annie behind you like backup dancers, hyping you up. "Damn, what you been on?" Connie said with that lil smirk, lookin u up and down.

You ain't say much. Just turned around slow and started dancing. Twerkin' light. Then heavy. Real casual, but real disrespectful. You could feel Ony's stare from across the room — it was burnin' into you.

Connie grabbed your waist, and for a second you let him. Just a second. Then Ony was there.

Not sayin' a word - just snatching your hand and pulling you away like the music wasn't loud, like people ain't see. "You must be feelin' bold tonight," he muttered low, eyes never leavin' yours.

"I must be," you said, pullin' your hand back.

"You let me go, remember?" Ony scoffed. "You really let that nigga touch you? Quit playin' wit me y/n."

"And you played wit me. We even." His jaw tightened. You knew that look. He wasn't mad you danced with Connie - he was mad he couldn't stand the thought of it.

Armin popped up tryna calm the storm. "Bro, just chill. It's not even that deep." But Ony. wasn't hearin' none of it. "Nah. She tryna make me look dumb."

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "If the shoe fits."

He stared for a second, like he was tryna decide whether to cuss you out or kiss you. Then, without a word, he turned and walked toward the hallway upstairs. You didn't even hesitate to follow.

Bathroom door clicked shut behind you. He ain't say a word. Just grabbed you by the neck, lifted you onto the counter, lips crashing into yours. It wasn't sweet - it was desperate. Frustrated.

Like the time apart had done nothin' but make it worse.

"You really got me fucked up," he breathed between kisses.

"You been had me fucked up," you snapped back.

You knew it was your fault you were in this situation now. His grip tight on your neck, body flush against yours, low groans in your ear like he was tryna ruin you.

"I told you," he growled, deep inside you, "you still mine. One of his hands pinned your hands against the mirror while the other was between spread thighs rubbing your clit.

"Ony 'm sor-sorry... please I can't"

" Nahh, you can, you wasn't twerking out there like you couldn't so you gone take this dick." Moaning his name as he fucked you harder, and between the hard slaps of his hips against yours, you were losing your mind. You came twice feeling the third approaching. Rubbing so fast, your squirt was coming out faster than you thought. Your lust filled sobs were shaking your body, but that only made him want to fuck you harder.

"Ony! Ony! Oouuu fuck I'm sorry m-sorry pleaseee slow down." Next thing you know, one hand gripping on the counter the head on his head. You were seeing stars. You felt his tatted fingers slide in and out of you, while his tongue licked your clit. You tried closing your legs but that only resulted in your thigh getting smacked.

"Keep dat shi open, or imma stop." He stopped but continued lapping his tongue up and down y/n. Your legs shook as Ony got a better angle.

"R-Right there," you cried out, tilting your head back. Ony hummed not moving nor slowing down. " Fuck!" Your voice grew hoarse from all the whining from before. Ony chuckled from the sight, seeing how you were a crying mess. He rubbed vour clit a lil more before a gushing liquid covered his fingers.

"Your mine remember dat." He states after he starts cleaning you up so yall can go. As yall are leaving Annie and Sasha sees you and comes up to yall. Annie just smirking.

"Y/n you gotta learn how to be more quiet" says Sasha as she "whispered". Which causes Ony to laugh and for you to hide your face.

Safe to say you got your man back.

[pinkanonwrites]

"Oh! That's What That Does?!"

All art by @archie-sunshine

G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 2400+ Words NSFW, Valveplug, Plug 'N Play, Mild Sparkplay, Accidental Stimulation, Edging, Human Reader, GN Pronouns

Ahh, the inherent eroticism of repairing your machine.~ I've had this one cooking for a while, so I hope you all enjoy! I've also gotten pretty attached to this mechanic Reader, so they'll likely pop up again with other cassettes (and maybe even some other Decepticons!)

NSFW WRITING AND IMAGERY BELOW THE CUT!

“Ey… EY! Careful wit’ dat! It’s touchy!”

“Rumble,” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You're making this way more difficult than it needs to be.”

“I wouldn't be complainin’ if you'd stop touchin’ all up on bits that don't gotta be touched! Rootin’ around in there like I'm one’a your crappy organic machines!”

Removing your hands from Rumble’s open chest, you tossed them roughly into the air. “Y'know what? Fine. Do it yourself. Better yet, get Frenzy to pull the shrapnel out of your chest. That'll go great.”

You would have slid off of Rumble’s lap and stormed off, if not for his massive servos closing around your wrists with an unexpected delicacy. Your efforts to remove your hands only reinforced his grip, using just enough force to keep you from leaving without crushing your wrists entirely.

“H-Hey, no need ta be so hasty! Look, I’m just steamed cause'a the battle, dat’s all. Frenz’ can't do dis, it's gotta be someone more… dainty. Y’know. Little human hands and all dat.” The harsh glow of his visor had dulled slightly as his gaze cast down to your hands. You rolled your eyes, wrists finally slipping from his grip as you settled back in. 

Dangling wires and sparking shrapnel dotted his open chest cavity, illuminated by the light of his spark chamber. Rumble had staggered off-balance into your workshop whining about the prodding pieces of broken metal keeping him from transforming properly, yet you’d barely managed to get two wires back in place before he started squirming and whingeing and slinging verbal abuse at you.

 Not that you weren't used to it, any interactions with Rumble and Frenzy usually involved some level of bullying. Fortunately, the two cassettes are also incredibly predictable. As soon as you would threaten to take away or withhold what they're asking for, they’d start falling all over themselves with apologies and placations. After all, you may not have been the only mechanic in the area, but you were certainly their favorite.

“Are you going to actually let me work? Or are you going to start yelling at me again?”

“Yellin’? Who's yellin’? Yer the mechanic here, my spark is in your squishy little hands. Do your magic, doc.” He sat back again, servos clutching the edges of your workbench in a show of effort, a genuine attempt to keep them still (or however genuine any show of rule-following from Rumble could be.)

“That's what I thought. Now let me actually fix a few things before you start whining again.” Your gloved hands dipped back into his chest cavity, skirting the edges of his spark chamber to pick away at the bits of loose shrapnel stuck in some of the wires. His frame shuddered, a hiss of steam escaping through his dentae as your knuckles brushed the underside of the spark casing.

“C-Careful,” He said again, with significantly less bite to his tone.

“Does it hurt?”

“Somethin’ like dat.”

“I'll be careful, so let me know if it gets to be too much.” You smoothed a palm down the armor covering his stomach, flinching back when you heard another sharp hiss of steam.

“I’m fine! It's fine! Just… do ya gotta be all on top’a me like dis?”

“I can't reach properly if you're laying down. If you're standing you might keel over on me, and I really don't feel like being squished to death today.” He let out a low grumble as you jacked another cable back into its proper port. “I'll try to be quick, that way you won't have to worry about my ‘human germs’ and you can get outta here. Deal?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just-”

“Be careful. I know.”

And with that you went to work, separating and organizing cables, taping off leaky tubing and removing pieces of scrap metal as gently as you could. Every once in a while Rumble would jerk or twitch beneath your touch, letting out a muffled curse or huff but sparing you from his usual complaints. It was… uncharacteristically quiet, for sure. This was the most extensive repair you'd ever done on him, though, so maybe he was just having surgery jitters.

“Okay, I've gotten most of the shrapnel out. But there's a piece right behind your spark casing.”

“Well? Get it outta there!”

“I'm going to, but I need to get my whole hand in there. I'm warning you now because it's going to be bumping up against your spark casing a lot. I'm going to do my best but you have to tell me if it hurts too much.”

Rumble let out a long, pathetic groan. “Actually doc, maybe you can just leave dat one in there? F-For funsies?”

“Eh?! Rumble, I’m not gonna just ‘leave it in there’! It's gotta come out.”

“Something's gonna come out if you keep proddin’ around in there like dat…”

“What was that?”

“Gh! Nothin’! Don't worry ‘bout it!”

“...Okay. I’m gonna start now. Are you ready?” Rumble only responded with gritted dentae and a tense nod. Working your gloved hand under his spark chamber, you could feel the ambient energy making the hairs on your arm stand on end as you felt for the jagged edge of broken metal. Your glove blocked your view entirely, so you were left blindly groping your way up the metal surface, feeling for anything bent or out of place. When your fingers could no longer reach any further while still avoiding the casing, you slid forward and ducked slightly into Rumble’s open chest, the back of your hand pressing up against the underside of his spark chamber.

CLANG!

You jumped, and if it weren't for Rumble’s arm wrapping around you and almost crushing you into his open chest you may have jostled the sensitive chamber even further. You slid your hand back again, easing off of the reinforced glass, and his grip receded.

“What the hell was that? And what was that clang?”

“I said don't worry ‘bout it!” He hissed, voice glitchy with static. “Everythin’s totally normal, I dunno why you're getting all jumpy ‘bout- MMNGH?!” You moved your hand up again into the same position, and Rumble let out an embarrassingly high whimper. You glanced up at his face, a flush of pink behind the usual grey and beading with coolant… and something clicked.

“Oh my God are you getting off on this?”

“N-No!”

Behind you you heard a sharp snikt, and the sound of pressurizing hydraulics.

“...Maybe?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“H-Hey, don't go gettin’ a big head or nothin’! A bot’s spark chamber is sensitive! Don't go thinkin’ this is cause of your squishy frame or your soft little digits or nothin’!” He seemed to almost shrink in on himself, face plate practically glowing as his shoulders pulled up around his helm. You'd never say it to his face, but he looked surprisingly… small, at this moment. You heaved an exhausted sigh.

“Okay. Okay. I'm going to get this last piece out, alright? It's the last one. And whatever happens while I'm doing that..? It just happens. We won't bring it up again, no need to be embarrassed. Deal?”

“‘Deal?!?’” He squawked, positively scandalized. “How do I know yer not gonna gossip with Frenz’ the next time he's in for a tune-up?”

“Well Frenzy usually never lets me get a word in edgewise, first of all.” You huffed. This was way more than you'd signed up for. “I'm not going to make fun of you, Rumble. Let’s just get you patched up, then you can head home. Okay?”

His mouth was pulled into a tight, wobbly frown as he glanced down at you, choking out a single word. “...Promise?”

“I promise.”

“...Slag. alright, let's get dis over with.” He lolled his head back against the table with a clank, resigning himself to his fate. This time, when your knuckles brushed his spark casing, he couldn’t stifle his soft moan. Your fingers felt further and further up, until almost your entire hand was behind the glass bubble containing his pulsing spark. Finally, you could feel the jagged piece of metal. You wrapped your fingers around it and gave it an experimental tug. It stuck fast, and your hand bumping against Rumble's spark only pulled another surprised moan from him.

“W-Watch it!” He yelped, sounding too fucked-out to come across as actually threatening.

“It's really stuck in there. I'm going to start working it out, so let me know if you need me to stop.”

“Wh… workin’ it out? Whadda ya- ohhh…~” 

With your thumb and forefinger gripping the edge of the broken metal, you began to wiggle it gently back and forth to ease it from the plating and wires around it. Each time you moved the back of your hand rubbed up against the far side of his spark chamber, warmth radiating through your glove as Rumble started to vent more harshly.

“Slag… slag! Don't think it's ever been touched back there before. Feels… feels crazy.” He moaned. The metal of your work table shrieked and crumpled like cardboard under his iron grip, desperate to keep his servos off of himself or, Primus forbid, you. The piece stuck firm, and as you braced your other hand against the outside paneling of his chest to readjust your balance he let out a sharp, staticky yelp. “S-STOP!”

You froze immediately. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

A few shuddering vents were your only response for a moment, Rumble’s visor lights flickering frantically as he tried to steady himself. “Whooo… Almost blew my top for a second there.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey! Yer the one that told me to tell ya if I need ya to stop! I'll be slagged to the Pit before I let some ‘squishy’ run my charge like dat.”

“...Can I start again? I’m making some progress here.”

“...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Yer good.”

You let out another soft sigh, trying to focus on the rhythmic sktch sktch sktch of metal on metal rather than Rumble’s shivering whines. His vocalizer pitched and warbled with static, attempts to stifle his own words slowly giving way to a deluge of fucked-out babbles.

“Ah! Gh! Ohh, mmnh, stupid little hands feelin’ all- nnh!~ Jus’ get it outta there! Please?”

I’m working on it. You’re doing good, just hang in there.” Your placations only resulted in another desperate moan. After what couldn’t have been more than another thirty seconds or so, he blurted out again.

“Ah! Stop!”

You retracted your hand for a moment, letting Rumble gasp for breath above you in a futile attempt to cool his core. You rubbed at his chest paneling as he shivered beneath you hard enough that you thought bolts were going to start coming undone. Even the paneling you were seated upon was burning up, heat seeping through the fabric of your coveralls. His glowing face plate was slick with coolant. Without thinking, you reached up and swept away a bead of it with your thumb, making him jump.

“H-Hey, quit dat…” He groaned, all bite lost from his tone.

“Rumble… The more you keep stopping me the longer this is going to take.”

“You think I don’t know dat?!” One of his arms draped dramatically over his face. “I’m tryin’! But you just keep pokin’ around in there and it’s all touchy and it’s makin’ me feel like my spike’s gonna burst and I can’t take it anymore!” He sniffled. Could Cybertronians even sniffle? You weren’t sure, but he sounded close to tears.

“Rumble… Have you ever actually edged yourself before?”

“Whu- Whuh? How’s dat any of yer business?”

“I’m just thinking…” You ran a placating hand down his shivering plating. “If you haven’t it can be really overwhelming, and-”

“I can handle it! I-I can!”

“Let me finish. It can be really overwhelming, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself further. Just… take a deep breath for me, okay?” You took a slow, steadying breath, and after a second he mimicked it. “Good. Just think about letting go, okay? I’m not going to judge you. Just think about it.”

He let out a low, pitying grumble, peeking at you from behind his arm plating. “...You can start again.”

Once again, your hands dipped into his chest cavity. Only this time you slid both hands up behind his spark casing, gripping as much of the broken metal as you could reach. As you rocked it back and forth Rumble’s moans returned with a fervor, one servo finally flying to cup your lower back.

“Ah! Ah! Slag, oh slag please! Please don’t stop I’m so fraggin’ close.” He fisted the back of your uniform, crumpling the cheap fabric between his digits. “C’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon I need it!”

“Shh, I’ve got you baby. Just let it happen.”

With a metallic shriek and a gush of brackish oil the shrapnel popped free, the force enough to send you sprawling if not for Rumble’s servo in the small of your back. Of course, said unexpected force also slammed the backs of both your hands right into the underside of his spark chamber, and Rumble’s voice box screeched into a wail of radio static. Something hot and sticky splattered up the back of your coveralls; said something you decidedly were not going to look at until later. His frame rattled and shivered beneath you, steam venting and joints glitching and spark pulsating a near-blinding glow.  Finally, after a burst of noise and sparks and twitching, he went slack beneath you, helm clanking against the workbench as his optics flickered.

As delicately as you could, you removed the oil-slick shrapnel and let it clatter onto the floor before shedding your gloves and dabbing at his face plate with the cuff of your sleeve. With the whir of an old monitor blipping back to life, his visor blinked back up to its standard brightness.

“Whuh… Wheh?” He garbled.

“How you feeling, hun?”

“Like I got struck by lightnin’... but in like a nasty way.”

You choked back a snort. “Well, I’ve got all the worst of it over with. Feel free to rest for a while if you need it. I’m gonna go change my jumpsuit.” 

He let you slide off his lap without a fight, not even commenting until you’d turned around to make your way over to your office. Only then did he let out a low, salacious whistle when he’d finally caught sight of the back of your uniform.

“Comm me next time yer free, doc. Then I can repay da favor.”

[chieltbest]

Yet Another Package Editor

Download the latest version here

YaPe is a modern package editor for DBPF (.package) files

Features:

Edit any package - FAST

List and edit resources in a package

Filter resources by type

Easy editors for several resource types

Supports opening ANY DBPF-coded .package, .dat, or .sc4 file

Easily reduce texture size, add/remove/recreate mipmaps, change texture format

Import textures by dragging, export DDS

Native on Windows and Linux

Why make yet another package editor?

Simply said, because SimPe can be kind of cumbersome especially on Linux, and package editors other than SimPe (s3pe, s4pe, iLive's Reader etc.) do not support Sims 2 resources.

To illustrate, I timed someone shrinking a texture (convert RawARGB32 -> DXT1, shrink 2x) in both SimPe and YaPe:

SimPe + GIMP: 1m 30s

YaPe: 10s

Originally this started as just a way to easily test if my DBPF library was doing the correct thing, but over time it has grown to become a half-decent editor suitable for more general use.

Tutorial / usage tips

Here I will explain how to shrink and convert textures in YaPe because that's what I imagine most people will use this program for right now, but of course you can use it for other things as well.

Let's get started by getting the program to look the way you want to: use the options in the top left to change the scale of the interface and switch between dark and light mode.

Now drag a package file into the program (don't worry about closing the sims except when you save the package), a list of resources in the package will be visible. You can find out what the abbreviations mean by hovering your mouse over them; in general I try to add tooltips like this to buttons or options that are unclear.

Don't be afraid to mess around and make changes! The changes you make are never saved unless you press the save button, so if you simply drag your package file into YaPe again without saving you will get your original package back (there is currently no undo function, but it is a planned feature).

All these resources are great, but we're only interested in the textures for this tutorial so let's set a filter. Right click on a texture (TXTR) and select "Filter on type".

Great! Now you can only see the textures we're interested in. You can disable this filter by unticking the "filter" option at the top.

Now click on the "TXTR" to open the texture, it will open a new tab in the lower half of the window by default. If your window is not very big (like mine is for this tutorial) you might have trouble seeing the texture and all the options. You can drag the tab around and put it somewhere else in the program, I'm going to put it on the right and make it a little bigger so we can see what's going on.

Okay, now we can see all the options, and well... there's a bunch of them. We'll go over some of the options that you'll likely want to use but feel free to experiment of course.

First, let's have a look at the texture viewer at the bottom: you can zoom in on the texture by holding control and scrolling, and you can change which mipmap is displayed by clicking the radio buttons above the texture.

But wait, this texture does not have enough mipmaps to show up in game! (post by @pforestsims) Let's fix that right this instant by clicking the "Add missing mipmaps" button in the middle.

Okay, now the mipmaps will show up in game, which is good... except that this mipmap is really blurry. (post by me) Luckily we can fix this really easily, just click the "Recalculate all mipmaps" button.

Much better!... except that we've created a new hidden problem: the leaves will disappear when zooming out in game (blog by lisyarus) but even this problem can be fixed. We can actually preview what the texture will look like when zoomed out by switching the format to DXT1 since DXT1 has binary transparency, just like alpha tested textures like leaves and grass.

Right, so the leaves have a bunch of holes that don't look right when zooming out, let's change that. Above the "Add missing mipmaps" button there is the "Preserve transparency" slider: try changing it to something like 120-170 and click "Recalculate all mipmaps", you can see that the transparency changes, if it's still too thin/transparent set the value higher and recalculate again and so on.

Have a look at all the mipmaps (zoom levels) and once you're satisfied with the transparency change the format back to DXT5.

This texture will now look great in game! But it is also quite large, so we can reduce the size 2x smaller without sacrificing very much in terms of looks (sorry to all the cc authors who love their large textures). Click the "Remove largest texture" button, which will make it so that the first mipmap becomes the largest texture effectively reducing the size by 2x. Like mentioned it does use the first mipmap so make sure to fix any blurry mipmaps first.

You can repeat the same process for the other textures in the package, and then we're done. Save the package by clicking the save button in the top bar, and have a look in game at your beautiful textures.

Another option is to drag images/textures you've made somewhere else into the program (with special support for dds files), for a full lists of supported image formats you can look here. (image-rs documentation) The image/texture will currently go into the firsts open texture resource tab because of UI framework limitations.

Here's a look at some of the other editor currently implemented:

Enjoy :)

[delicateartisantrash]

Oops sorry Shitstorm I'm allergic to repetitive words too close together so i use "the seeker" "the medic" etc

Depends on who's perspective I'm working from though, too; my human Reader for example often uses nicknames like Flappy Birdbot, Beepy Bots, Metal Idiots 😂😅

Is say my biggest red flag as a writer though is all my "comfort" stories involve a never ending rise and fall of absolute insane levels of tension/tragedy woven with comedy and a sprinkle of actual comfort. My own life is pretty hectic.... So it's nice to escape and write about sometimes life who is also hectic, and is also getting regularly the recharging and comfort and connection they need to stay sane. Ish. XD

Also it usually takes over 200-500 pages before the characters Finally Fuck so my books are all edging wet dreams from hell but boy is the final jump into the deep end worth it 😏

Open tag!

Calling out writers and mutuals

What's your red flag as a writer?

I'll go first:

Literally all I can write is straight smut. (I struggle with everything else 💀)

@writingwisterias @nessbunnie

[castellankurze]

Possibly the funniest thing about Honey B Lovely is that the more you learn about her the more you realize that her character was rigorously crafted in an Arcadion lab to be the ultimate wrestling heel.

-her persona is a powertripping idol singer throwing tantrums and demanding affection from the audience -her fused soul is a stinging insect -her primary attack is charming opponents to leave them wide open for cheap shots, an easy way to "cheat" her way to victory -her secondary gimmick is slinging venom around the area, poison being typically themed as a coward's weapon -her themesong is an overproduced pop earworm sung in a high register -not least of all, her persona includes "queen" status in a society that has a popular female monarch

This woman was primed from minute one to walk out and holler into the mic "where's my AFFECTIONATE little bees?" and put a hand to her ear to luxuriate in a stadium full of boos.

Except they failed.

People loved the new girl. By the end of night one the Arcadion crowd had a stomp-stomp "QUEEN BEE" chant going. By the beginning of night two people were holding up I'M STUNG and DAT ABDOMEN signs. Attempts to reinforce her heel status just backfired further as insulting her fans as "drones" had them latch onto the title. A video "leaked" of Metem telling her to turn the pheromones down got facemasks thrown at the announcer booth the night after.

Until in the end the Arcadion basically had no choice but to roll over and support the new queen of the ring.