#it’s so good and you can fly the moths

[oceansrose2002]

Why I shouldn’t have a phone part one of idk

Mobile games edition

No one:

Me: starlight flutter? What is that?? It has moths so it can’t be that fun I guess.

Four hours later

Me: i was wrong I was so so so wrong about this. Oh my god there’s an ocean one?! Oh my god!

[whereserpentswalk]

Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.

The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.

The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.

The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...

The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.

The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.

The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.

The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...

The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.

The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...

The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.

The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.

The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...

[prophecyoflunarflame]

Radiance will not survive this one

Drew Team SnakeMouth fighting The Radiance cause why not

Background was a pain in my ass, was worth it tho

Also just as a bonus

[zaczenemiji]

I really wanted to ask if you could do like a GN! It can be fem too it doesn’t really matter—

The Reader where like Ultraman can transform bigger too but they're more inspired by Mothra (like a mothra suit). I think it would've been like so cute to see Emi go all awe and clingy to the reader because how bright and heavenly they look💕

Kenji gets all jealous seeing his kajju daughter prefer the reader over him a lil bit. tall parents raising baby monster

Emi’s Favorite

Kenji Sato x Reader

Word Count: 1,546

Genre/Warning: Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Jealousy (very slight)

Author’s Note: Loved this idea so much, thank you for this first request! Emi with a moth mommy ⋆˚ʚɞ

MASTERLIST

Something about your boyfriend changed the night after Gigantron’s “attack” on Tokyo Dome. That night, you were supposed to help him fend the kaiju off but he insisted he’d do it on his own.

For some reason, you were glad you did not join in because (1) their fight became a pursuit in the sky, and (2) you could not zoom in the air the same way Ultraman does. The only reason you’re able to fly is because of your wings—moth wings on your suit, which would put you at a disadvantage in the case of an air chase.

You were supposed to come over to his place that night to check on him because you were sure that the skirmish had caused more damage to his already injured shoulder. However, your calls were left answered by Mina, telling you that Kenji had already fallen asleep.

Deciding not to disturb him, you simply let him be. But in the days that followed, something surely wasn’t right. He couldn’t focus on his games, he looked so fatigued and restless all the time, and oh good gracious, there were now dark circles under his eyes.

He just looks so stressed and you were so upset with the fact that he didn’t want to tell you what’s going on with him. The time he got into a fight with the other players was the end of the line for you.

You barged into his house, finding him by his bathtub, in front of a TV, watching the news about him. The usually peaceful atmosphere in his house was now charged with tension as you made your way towards him. At that moment, Kenji was praying so hard the kaiju in his basement would keep still.

He still wouldn’t tell you what’s wrong. “It’s not about us. It’s about…” he said, “…something bigger. Something I’m not ready to share yet.”

Your eyes softened at his response, though the ache in your chest remained. You made him promise to talk to you when he’s ready and he agreed. You can’t stand seeing the love of your life like that but at the same time, you didn’t want to force him to do anything against his will. Taking up Ultraman was already enough of that.

Almost two months, after the incident, he seemed back to his old shape. Better, even. And thank heavens, finally, he could now tell you about what happened.

“There’s a what below?!” You asked in disbelief. The two of you were standing in front of the elevator and for a moment, you think your ears are playing tricks on you.

“A baby kaiju,” he replied and went on to explain everything. Still in disbelief, you took in everything with a nod. He placed his hand on the small of your back as he guided you into the elevator.

The moment you saw the big pink baby, you gasped. Emi made happy noises as you approached. However, upon noticing you, she suddenly began to cry.

Kenji was tapping on the glass containment in an attempt to shush her. But to no avail, Emi just cried harder.

“I’m sorry, she doesn’t know you yet,” Kenji apologized. “But I assure you, she’s a sweet big baby.”

Remembering how, at first, Emi only recognized Kenji when he was Ultraman, you decided to try something.

“(Y/n), what are you—“ Before Kenji finished, a soft glow enveloped you, and moments later, you emerged in your giant form. Your wings spread wide, shimmering with black patterns and warm tones of yellow and orange.

Emi’s cries slowed, her curiosity piqued by the sudden change. She opened her eyes, sobs turning to soft hiccups as she stared up at you in wonder. Her claws tapped the glass as she reached out, trying to grasp your wings.

Kenji watched in awe as Emi’s distress melted away. “I think it’s working,” he whispered.

“May I?” You asked, gesturing to the lid of the containment unit. Kenji gave a nod of approval. Carefully, you turned it before lifting it off.

You lowered yourself closer to Emi, your wings fluttering softly as she climbed up her containment. The gentle breeze they created seemed to soothe her further.

Emi let out a delighted squeal, her earlier tears forgotten. She toddled closer to you, her claws gently touching the edge of your wing. She let out a happy chirp, eyes sparkling with joy.

Kenji stepped closer, a relieved smile spreading across his face. “Wow, she loves you in this form,” he said.

You smiled down at him. “She’s just like her dad,” you replied. “She knows a good thing when she sees it.”

Kenji chuckled before he himself transformed into Ultraman. He sat beside you with Emi in between the two of you.

Your wings gently enveloped Emi in a comforting embrace. She was now calm and happy as she traced the pattern of your wings with her claw.

“Gentle, baby,” Kenji said as he rubbed her head.

She continued walking around you and playing with your wings until she tired herself out. She walked in front of you and climbed on your lap, nestling her head on your stomach.

“Awww, baby,” you cooed. You gently picked her up into your arms and gently swayed.

Kenji moved close to you, wrapping an arm around you. You nestled into his arm, head resting on the junction of his neck and shoulders. The three of you slept like that for the night.

The next morning when Emi awoke, she immediately looked for you. Realizing that the moth lady was missing, she cried. Mina was quick to assist her, playing videos of cartoons and Kenji to calm her. To Mina’s surprise, none of them worked.

“Who’s making my baby cry?” Kenji asked as he approached. He expected her crying to cease once she saw him. However, that is not the case.

“Huh?” He questioned. Emi always calms when she sees him. “Mina, try showing her pictures of (y/n).”

Mina did as told and as miraculously as yesterday, Emi stopped crying. “It seems like she got herself a new mother,” Mina commented.

With Emi’s growing fondness of you, you found yourself frequenting at Kenji’s house more than ever. She was just so cute; like a live plushie when you’re in your giant form.

“Hi babyyyy,” you cooed as you transformed into your giant form. You scooped her up, her head nuzzling against you. Her earlier play was abandoned in favor of your presence.

You walked in on Kenji and Emi playing baseball together. And you didn’t mean to interrupt but when you saw her walking towards you, you knew you had to transform.

Kenji smiled at the scene. “She really loves you, you know,” he said.

You smiled back, feeling a warm glow inside. “I love her too,” you replied. “She’s such a sweetheart.”

Emi chirped happily as she climbed up your torso and onto your shoulder where she could watch and touch your wings.

Kenji watched the interaction, his smile fading slightly as a twinge of jealousy crept in. His baby kaiju shows a different kind of joy when you’re around.

He loved Emi dearly, but lately, it seemed like she preferred your company over his. He couldn’t help but feel a bit sidelined.

“She really lights up when you’re here,” Kenji said, trying to keep his tone light.

You glanced at him, noticing the slight edge in his voice. “She lights up when you’re here too, Kenji,” you replied. “She loves you.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, but… it feels like she’s more excited to see you than me sometimes.”

You tapped the space on the floor beside you, gesturing for him to switch to Ultraman. Thankfully, he did not resist.

You moved close to him as he sat beside you, his hand finding its way to your thigh. Your head automatically rested on his shoulder.

“You’re her dad, Kenji,” you said. “She loves you so much. Maybe she’s just fascinated by my wings right now.”

You felt Kenji nod, although the jealousy still lingered within him. “Yeah, maybe,” he replied. “I just want to be enough for her.”

You leaned back to look at him. Your other hand which was not holding Emi on your shoulder, moved up to hold his face. “You are enough. You’re everything to her,” you said. “And to me.”

Emi squirmed out of your hand, gently jumping off your shoulder and landing on your lap. She toddled over to Kenji. He looked down at her, his heart melting as she reached up, wanting to be held. He picked her up, and she nuzzled against his chest, purring softly.

“See?” You asked with a smile. “She adores you.”

Kenji hugged Emi close, his jealousy fading into thin air. “Yeah,” he said. “I guess you’re right.”

You spent the rest of the day playing with Emi, taking turns holding her and making her laugh. By the time evening rolled around, she was content and sleepy in Kenji’s arms.

Before reverting to your original form, you kissed Emi’s head and then leaned in to kiss Kenji. “I’ll be back soon,” you said. “Take care of our little one.”

Kenji smiled, his earlier worries forgotten. “We’ll be here, waiting.”

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@scribble0rat

[enhaeil]

SOON AS I GET HOME! ☆ 박종성

"soon as I get home, I'll make it up to you. baby, i'll do what i gotta do."

soon as i get home - faith evans.

c/w: suggestive!! yet extremely soft. husband jay...wow i love jay

you had a good man. an amazing man even. the best man a woman could ask for. and you've been neglecting him.

when he tries to hug you, it only lasts for a second before you push him away. when he tries to give you a kiss, you barely reciprocate back. when he tries to initiate sex, you brush him off, telling him you're "too tired" to be touched. it's noticeably put a bit of a strain on your marriage, and you feel guilty.

you decide it's time to ignite the fire in your marriage again. remind jay why he married you in the first place. since he's always busy with work and so are you, you decided you would call off work the next day and spend it planning something special.

you hop out the tub and wrap a towel around you before starting your hair and makeup. you decided to wear it down because you remembered how much jay liked it. for makeup, you go with a natural glam with some red eyeshadow.

—

you slip into the lingerie and dress you bought, buckle up your heels, and check yourself out in the mirror one more time. "yup. i still got it." you say to yourself before you head downstairs.

the time is currently 6:30. jay is already off work and is probably on his way back. you use this time to set the food up and pour up some wine. you also lay out some chocolates and light some scented candles. and of course, you had some old school jams playing in the back. lord, if he didn't put a baby in you tonight, it'd be a pretty close call.

as time gets closer, you decide to hide behind the wall so when he walks in, you can suprise him.

around 7:02, you hear some keys jingle and the door opening.

"baby, i'm home. i got some take-out if you're hungry. baby..?"

you can't help but feel your heart swell at your husbands voice. even through your dry spell, he's so sweet. you take this as an opportunity to step out.

"hi jjongie.."

his mouth opens so wide you're scared a moth might fly out of it.

"do you like it..?" he gave you a look as if you just asked the silliest question on earth.

"baby. like it? 'like it' would be disrespectful. you look amazing, y/n."

you giggle and help him take off his work jacket, giving his shoulders a soft massage, feeling the tenseness from his shift today. his head tips back with a sigh. "did i forget something today, love?" he says, trying to scan his mind for any event that could've happened.

you grab his hand and drag him into the kitchen where all the food is prepared. "you're my husband. and I've been neglecting you. so i wanted to show my appreciation for all you do." you say pulling out a chair for him.

"baby...you don't neglect me. we've both been busy with work." he says still holding on to your hand.

"still. when's the last time we had sex, jay?"

"a few days ago, right?" he says trying to see where you're going with this.

"exactly! remember? when used to go at it like animals? one day out of the week would've scared us a few years ago." you say with a small giggle. "now eat up. i dont want the food to get cold!"

you guys spend some time talking about your week and enjoying the meal you made. it felt so nice to have this moment with your husband. you guys rarely ever got to eat real meals together.

"wow, y/n. you really went all out." he says finishing his last bite.

"there's leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry again." you say getting ready to put the dishes in the sink.

he stands up, coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "how could i ever repay you?"

you turn around and give him a look. "jay. you have been the most perfect man since the day i met you. i can't remember the last time i touched a door or a bill since our first date. you've done more than enough." you say pressing a peck on the corner of his mouth.

you dry off your hands before you turn back to him. "now, I have one more surprise for you upstairs. come on~" you say excitedly before dragging him up the stairs.

you finally make it to your bedroom and point his attention towards the bag in the middle of the bed. in it was a new cologne, a new tie and jewelry. as he opens the bag you dash into the bathroom to take off that tight dress and reveal what was underneath.

"baby, you didn't have to get me any of this. i'm so grateful, thank you. god, this is so cool." he says, examining his new items.

you finally step out the bathroom, heels still clicking as you call out his name.

he brings his attention up and his mouth is left open for the second time that night.

has he seen your body in ways you wouldn't even think was possible? yes. but everytime he did it felt like the first time.

you slowly make your way towards him before he reaches out his hands to touch you as if you'd dissappear right in front him.

"wow, i married a goddess. even years later you still make me feel like a teenage boy."

your eyes begin to water at his words and his touches, feeling like it's been an eternity since you've been touched like this. your hands begin to roam his body too, feeling underneath his shirt and caressing his stomach, your fingertips grazing the roughness of his happy trail.

"i love you jay. and i'll do whatever i can to make up for time we might've lost." you say leading him towards the bed so you can straddle him.

"we've grown a lot since we started dating, y/n. it's okay if sometimes we are too busy to do things with eachother. but even if we go months without touching eachother, i promise i'll always love you the same way I did back then."

and with that, he pulls you into a kiss, which leads into a night full of passionate lovemaking.

a/n: im foaming at the mouth.

[sunflowergirl522]

You Better Be Nice

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: You make sure the team is enthusiastic when Bob shows them the crafts he made them.

Word Count: 1651

A/n: Honestly as soon as I saw this trend I thought of Bob immediately

Bob Masterlist

You hadn’t been part of the original members of the New Avengers. Val had discovered you in hidden documents she had gotten her hands on. Shortly after the government had gotten their hands on the files on Hydra’s experimentation on The Scarlet Witch they had decided to try experimenting themselves much like how O.X.E was experimenting with the Sentry Project. You liked to joke that you never got any of the fun powers like shooting red orbs or flying because all you could do was put people back into memories, make them stuck in them so they don’t know what’s going on around them. The bad memories are the easiest to trap people in thanks to how they were training you, it’s how you had escaped the underground cell you were held in.

Once you were out you planted a false memory, something they had just started trying to train you in doing, in a guards head that he had shot and killed you before hiding. Val hadn’t believed that story, finding too many holes in it and had people search you out and find you before bringing you to an office to meet with her. You had been quickly added to the team after with her threatening to make what you did to the guards in order to get out public.

And when you had finally met the team and gotten acquainted with everyone you were glad to be on it. The only downside was that because of your powers Val had decided to make your “look” while doing anything for the public eye darker to make you seem scarier and more unapproachable than your teammates. Which had been the reason you hadn’t wanted your information getting out to the public to begin with, because you love being around people and you would hate to have children be frightened of you. So sometimes you wish you hadn’t agreed to be on the team if that’s how she wants to portray you but at the same time you love the family you’re surrounded with now.

And you love Bob.

Your relationship had been like a nuclear bomb, a brief moment of stillness before it happened all at once. The two of you were drawn to each other like moths to flames. It could’ve been because your stories were similar but mainly it was because you got him. He could sense your welcoming, bright energy from the moment you met and has always felt as if he could be himself around you even if he was more down than up. You like to say that the two of you work because of the few psych classes you took before volunteering for the government project that was supposed to have a big payout. You had even been quick to move into his room after a week of falling asleep in it anyway.

The two of you do everything together, practically attached at the hip if you aren’t on a mission. Reading curled up into him, watching movies side by side on the couch during team movie nights, helping him clean or do dishes when he gets the motivation to. One of your favorite things to do with him is crafts. Mainly because it clears his mind more than anything else when he’s stuck in it but also because he’s actually so good at so many of the ones you guys have tried. The two of you will make something and then you’ll get the team together so Bob can show them what he’s made. Today was no different.

“Oh! Good, you’re all here already!” You come into the common room after being shut away with Bob for hours glad to see the team already there.

“What’s up?” Yelena asks as everyone's attention turns to you.

“Not again.” John groans already knowing what you’re about to say based on the old sweatshirt covered in paint that you have on that you often wear when you and Bob lock yourselves in the newer craft room.

“Bob’s gonna show you the flowers he made!” Your voice drops from the loud cheerful one you had knowing Bob would hear you on his way to you to a more threatening one because you can already see John opening his mouth to make a quip. “And you better be nice and tell him how good they are.” You make eye contact with each one of them making sure the threat was obvious to them all. Because as bubbly as you are you are still the scariest of them all especially because you’ve used your power on John before for being an asshole. None of them want to go through what he did, the man didn’t even want to be on missions with you for weeks after.

“Alright baby, we're ready for you!” Bob comes into the room then all the flowers he had made hidden in a small basket which you hold your hands out to take from him so he can pull them out as he speaks.

“Uh, hi guys.”

“Hi Bob!”

“Bob, what have you brought for us today huh?”

“Let’s get this over with.” Yelena, Alexei, and John speak at the same time while Ava waves and Bucky just stares. You shoot John a glare and he straightens up immediately.

“Okay well um first we have a camomile flower for Alexei.” He pulls the first one out and you smile encouragingly at him but immediately go back to staring down the team when his back is to you. 

“Ah yes! Russia's national flower!” Alexei cheers happily getting up to take the pipe cleaner flower as gently as he can from your boyfriend. You knew you had nothing to worry about with Alexei; he was always excited with anything Bob made. “I will display proudly in room!”

“Next is for Bucky. I had Y/n look up what flowers were popular in the forties because I wasn’t sure what kind you’d like. So I made a hyacinth.” As soon as Bob faces the group you look at Bucky and trace the smile on your face as if you were doing the slitting throat motion. It causes him to immediately force a smile on his face while accepting the delicate flower from Bob’s hand.

“Thanks Bob.”

“For Ava a ghost flower. I thought it would be fun to play on your name but it was probably the most difficult.” He pulls it out of the basket in your hand and when he turns around she’s already appearing in front of him awe clearly written on her face.

“It’s wonderful Bob, thank you.” You nod at her as she glances at you before going back to her perched seat behind the couch.

“Next is John.” You look at the man in question two fingers coming up to do the my eyes are on you motion and he gulps. “You’re from Georgia so I made a branch of peach blossoms.” There’s a full peach on his branch as well and when his head turns to look from the basket over to John you put a hand to your ear before making a give me more motion with it.

“It looks great. Just like the ones back home.” John wouldn’t tell anyone but it’s gonna go on his nightstand and never move because he loves it so much. Yelena stands up ready to accept her own flower before Johns even sits down.

“And for Lena I made a Natalia lily.” When he pulls out the intricate pink flower Yelena’s steps falter as she takes in the name she barely suppresses the gasp that wants to fall from her lips. “Y/n had helped me with this one admittedly.”

“I only helped with doing a petal or two. This is the one Bob was the most excited for honestly.” Bob turns pink at your outing of him and Yelena finishes crossing the distance and brings Bob into a bone crushing hug. You’re quick enough to grab the flower from his hand before it can get dropped seeing this coming. 

“This is so nice, I don’t know what to say but thank you.” She hadn’t even known there was a type of flower that shared her sister's name but now that she does it’s her new favorite. She takes the flower from you giving Bob another hug before going back to her spot. You try to suppress a yawn but Bob notices and takes the basket back from you.

“Okay well uh I think we’re going to head to bed now. I’m glad you all like them. You're welcome and good night.” He turns to leave pausing to look at you expectantly.

“I’ll be right there, I wanna get some water first.” He nods at you walking out of the room. When you leave the kitchen to follow him with two bottles in your hands you stop to face the team. “You all better display those safely and proudly in your rooms.” Once you’re out of the room they burst into conversation about how cool their pipe cleaner flowers are with John and Ava arguing over whose is better.

“I have something for you too.” Bob says as you enter your shared room.

“Oh? What is it?”

“Here, because you’re my sun.” He holds out a pipe cleaner sunflower and you beam happily taking it from him and adding it to the vase of other flowers he’s made you before letting him bring you into his arms. Your hands cup his cheeks before placing a kiss that you both smile through on his lips.

“I love it, I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

Unbeknownst to all of you Val had Mel post the footage from the common room to social media the next day starting a trend and gaining lots of points for the New Avengers in the public's eye.

Bob Taglist: @Minami97 @mommymilkers0526 @Baylegend6 @beebeerockknot @crispynutella @ren-ni @my-name-is-baby

Marvel Taglist: @lieswithoutfairytales @sugarbutterbailey @1-800-ch3rry @neenieweenie @fluffy-bnny @bunnyweasley23 @chaoticevilbakugo @trikigirl271 @chxosunbound @mazerunnerrose @goldylions @literally-a-ferret @angelgirl45367 @supraveng

Everything Taglist: @matchabbarnes​ @bubsonnobx​ @practicalghost​ @katsukis1wife @crustyowos @yourfavdummy @protecteddiemunson4vr @kennedy-brooke @m00nkn1ghts @rory-cakes

[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

Desperation

Content Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, SMUT (Minors DNI), Dirty Talk, Needy!Rhys, Possessive Behavior, Knotting.

Based on this conversation @thatonebookg1rl and I were having about Needy Alpha!Rhys

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You’re going to kill him.

Keys fly from your hand, clanging in the little clay dish you’d made months ago as you toss them in with a huff. Your jacket comes off next, fabric nearly tearing as you toss it, not bothering to see if it catches on the hook of the coat rack. That insufferable bastard of a mate has been blasting the dirtiest, horniest, things imaginable down the damn bond all day, completely irreverent to the fact that you’d been on a mission with Az! It had started almost immediately after you'd left this morning, just before sunrise, cloaked in black leathers for a stealth mission into the Human Lands. The Alpha had whimpered down the bond that you weren’t home, pouting and whispering all the things had dreamt of doing to you. 

Azriel, thank the Gods, had only quirked an eyebrow at you when he’d noticed the change in scent. 

Only a promise to be back soon had quelled your mate’s incessant pleading for you to come home, at least for a good couple hours. You’d been perched precariously on the palace rooftop, listening to a conversation through an open window when the mental pathway between you and your mate had flown open and a thousand dirty images blasted against your shields. You’d nearly tumbled off the roof for one thing! And the distraction had caused you to miss the key piece of intel you were waiting all day for, for another. 

You toe off your boots with a huff, as an image of you riding your mate, nails scraping down his sweat slick chest drags itself back through your consciousness. This seems to be his favorite card to play today. 

The squeak of the worn springs of the mattress in your room echoes off the walls as you climb the stairs, ready to give the belligerent Alpha a piece of your mind. If he thinks you’re going to have sex after this he’s sorely mistaken. The fact that he’s still in bed only makes your mood worsen; does he really think he can fuck up one of your most important missions to date and just have you jump right back into bed with him?

Your teeth are flashing as you push the door open. “You have some fucking nerve-” you start, but the sight before you makes the words catch in your throat. 

Rhys had thrown open the windows sometime earlier, letting in a harsh winter breeze that has done nothing to offset the heavy sheen of sweat clinging to his bronze skin. He’s always slept naked, that’s exactly how you’d left him this morning, but the sheets tangle around his legs and waist now, like he’s been thrashing around for hours. The heavy scent in the air, clawing its way up your nose and into your lungs--musky and salty with the underlying hint of citrus and jasmine that always pulls you in like a moth to flame--tells you he has been doing just that for hours. Because he hasn’t been in a mood because we woke to find you gone, but because he woke to an early rut.

You shut the door gently behind you as you step slowly towards the bed. His eyes open slowly, a groan tearing its way out his throat. 

“��Mega,” he whimpers.

Damn you, but that always hits you low in your stomach; makes a little shiver run up your spine as your base instincts flare to life. ‘Cause for all your fire, you are still his omega. And those instincts will win out 9 out of 10 times. 

“You should have told me, I would have come home earlier,” you chastise.

His eyes are so dark there’s only the thinnest ring of violet. “‘M sorry,” his voice is a deep rumble in his chest, deliciously smooth as it floats past his lips. “We needed this mission to work out, I wasn’t trying to distract you.”

You get one knee on the edge of the bed before he pounces, strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down on top of his chest as he crashes his lips against yours. It's all tongue and teeth, hours worth of desperation making it by far the messiest kiss you’ve ever shared. His heartbeat is a statico against your palm as you catch yourself on his heaving chest, a whimper crawling its way out his throat.

He usually syncs up with your heat, but you still have a couple weeks until then, whatever triggered it hit him hard and fast.

“I was so close, Rhys,” you say, trying to pull away to catch your breath. His reasoning is understandable, you know he couldn’t help it, but that doesn’t change your disappointment in the situation. 

His hands tangle in your hair, pulling you back with a growl you know isn’t intentional. The fire beneath his skin can only be quelled with your touch, your kiss; it’s always a heady understanding to know that only your body can get him like this, only yours can provide him the relief he needs. 

Plump lips drag over yours, damp and hungry and every kiss feels like he’s trying to meld himself into your body. The sheats, tangled around him as they are, aren’t enough to hide just how hard he is as he rocks his hips into yours. Violet eyes squeeze shut, trying to not lose himself to even the faintest shred of relief he gets from the friction. 

“Need you,” he groans. “Make it up to you later, I promise.”

He might say just about anything to be inside you right now and you know it, but you’ll hold him to it once he comes out of this, once his head is clear.

“Yes, you will.”

He rocks his hips upward, hands leaving your hair to hold your hips and drag you down the hard length of him. The heat of his body seeps through your leathers, core tightening against the added stimulation. 

“Please,” the words tear out of him in a hoarse whisper. “Feel so good. Need you, please, ‘mega.”

You plant your palm in the center of his tattooed chest, pushing his sweat slicked body back into the mattress, intentionally giving your hips a roll. His eyes nearly roll back into his head at your movements and you take the opportunity to use your other hand to work on the ties of your chestpiece. 

The leathers get tossed somewhere behind you as you lean over him, brushing your chest against his on the way to place a gentle kiss on his plush, pink lips. Gods he’s already so flushed and you haven’t even done anything to him, lips kiss swollen, cheeks dusted pink from the heat. 

“Don’t tease,” he begs. 

You laugh against his mouth, “I’ll remember this during my heat, Rhysand.”

“It was one time,” he protests. “Just needed a little taste of you first.”

You trail your nose over his chin, taking in his scent on the way to the claiming mark you’d left on his throat, the skin no longer pink and swollen like it had been in the early days, because as soon as you’d had permission to claim him, you’d made sure to sink your teeth in over and over again, so everyone would know that this Alpha was yours. You lave your tongue over the scar and the bond ripples with such desperate need you think you might be able to make him cum just like this. 

The next roll of your hips has his hands jumping off your body to fist the sheets, nearly tearing through the mattress pad as his whole body arches into you with a groan that rattles the windows. 

“Poor, Alpha,” you coo into his neck, teeth lightly scraping against the scar and his full body shudders beneath you. “Left all alone all day, nothing to fuck into.”

With a growl, he flips you over onto your back, teeth clashing as he goes in for another desperate kiss.

You laugh despite the heat building between your legs. Your body preens under the attention, under his heady scent that now covers you. “Tell me,” you whisper in his ear, hands trailing down his shoulders and back. 

One of his hands desperately fumbles with the ties on your pants, the other keeps him balanced against the headboard. His chest heaves like he can’t get enough air, maybe he could if he didn’t keep diving in for kiss after deeper kiss. 

“Did you touch yourself to thoughts of me, while I was gone?”

He literally rips your pants trying to get them off you in a rush. “No.”

You shift your hips and spread your legs with a grin; there are few greater gifts than watching a male this feral get absolutely enraptured with the sight of your dripping core. He runs his tongue over his lips, debating if he has the resolve to taste you first. 

You know he doesn’t. His hard and aching against his abdomen, tip absolutely dripping with pre-cum. He’ll be lucky if he doesn’t knot you on the first thrust. 

“Didn’t-” he shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but you know he’s already so far gone he’s going to struggle to even form a sentence. 

You didn’t agree to not tease him, which very well could mean you’ll find yourself in the opposite position come your heat, but you can’t help it. You love it when he’s this wild; when there’s absolutely nothing that can hold him back. You drag a finger between your legs, parting yourself further for him to see. All trace of violet disappears completely from his eyes. 

“Didn’t want anything but you,” he rasps.

“You have me,” you promise and the words are barely out before he pounces. 

It’s your turn to groan, to gasp and whimper as he slides himself into the hilt in one hard thrust. Your nails card down the sharp contours of his spine hard enough to leave marks, but it only makes him nip at the scar on your own throat in earnest. 

He’s everywhere, kissing and nipping and whimpering how good you feel in your ear until the heat of his skin seeps into yours. It becomes impossible to tell where you end and he begins as he rocks impossibly deeper into you, stars swirling across your vision. 

“Love you so much,” he murmurs into your throat. “Take me so well. So perfect. Made just for me.” 

The swell of his knot comes as quickly as you anticipated it would, but even knowing it would be quick doesn’t prepare you for the feeling of it catching inside you. Doesn’t matter how many times he’s filled you, nothing feels like the white hot pleasure that shoots so hard and fast up our spine your vision blurs, body arching off the bed. Nonsense and noises you have no control over slip past your lips, whispered into his claiming mark as you bury your head in his shoulder and whisper his name amid the white noise bouncing around your skull. This only spurs him further, rocking his hips harder, teeth scratching against your shoulder as he ensures his knot fully takes.

His breath is as hot as his body as he pants and murmurs into your skin. “Just like that, love. Gonna fill you up nice and full, yeah?”

The bed creaks and groans as the headboard strikes the wall over and over again. You’re grateful you don’t have neighbors. Or a landlord to complain about the paint the movement is chipping off the wall. 

“Take me so well,” he praises, fingers trailing down your body to find that perfect spot between your legs. He knows, like he always does, that you’re not as close to the edge as you should be, that he’s going to finish first and you’re too nice to mention it, too focused on letting him find the relief he needs in your body.

Rhys grunts, teeth clamping down harder on your shoulder as his thrusts get sloppier, harder. “Come with me,” he begs, voice desperate, holding back best he can.

You roll your hips instead, clenching tighter around his knot as it fully locks in place, sending him careening over the edge with a shout, body jerking forward so fast the headboard slams into the wall and cracks. He shudders as he spills over and over again, body trembling atop yours and you make the same soothing noises he makes to you in your heat as your card your fingers through his damp hair. 

“Fuck,” he whimpers into your skin.

Your body feels like a livewire beneath him, every nerve still on edge from your own lack of release. It will cool eventually, you’re content knowing that you’d taken care of your Alpha. It’s enough, at least, for you.

“You didn’t finish,” he growls, lips still pressed into your throat, trying to calm himself with your scent. His temperature has only gone down a little, cock still semi-hard where he’s locked inside your dripping core. There will be plenty of time to rectify the situation. One missed orgasm won’t kill you.

It might just kill him though.

With a grunt, he rolls you both back over, so you’re now on top. The new angle has the swell of his knot brushing up against your cervix, his release dripping down your thighs and over his waist. 

Your eyes roll back into your skull, nails digging into the hard muscle of his pectorals to try and ground yourself. “‘M fine. Wanted…” shit you’re so close, that glorious edge rising back up to meet you in a rush. “Wanted to take care of you.”

Deft fingers slide through the mess between your legs, circling your clit with skilled precision. “Unacceptable,” he snarls. “I’m your Alpha, I’m supposed to take care of you.”

Your hips roll on their own accord, chasing the friction, even as it draws a hiss of pain from him. He’s hardening again by the second, knot spasming inside your tight heat. You wonder, distantly, if you can make him cum a second time just from the stimulation alone. 

The hand not between your legs grabs your chin and tilts your head down to look at him. 

“It’s ok, really, Rhys-”

“I’ve waited all day to hear you make those pretty sounds for me,” he interjects. “To watch the way your eyes roll back when I hit that spot you like.” Despite the over-stimulation he feels, despite the way his teeth clench with the movement, he plants himself firmly against the mattress and shifts his hips so he can do just that. 

Your nails scratch down his chest inadvertently, the coil in your stomach tight as a bowstring. There’s no stopping the moan that tears itself out your throat. 

“I have tried to keep myself occupied all morning, imagining all the ways I could please you, all the ways I want to fill you up. It has been agony, waiting, but do you know what has been the worst torture?” The hand gripping your chin drags down your body to give your nipple a squeeze. 

It’s too much stimulation at once, his knot, so swollen and hot trying to bully it’s way deeper inside you, fingers swirling and tugging in motions that make stars blur across your vision, and the faintest flash of pain before he leans over to cool the sting with his tongue around your nipple. You’re not totally sure how you lost your control here, how, despite the rut taking over, he’s still managed to focus on you and your pleasure. Cauldron knows you’ve never had that clear a mind during your heats. 

“Not having the satisfaction of feeling you fall apart all over my cock.”

That does you in, release tearing through you like water tearing through a damn. 

The bastard chuckles as he releases your nipple with a pop and you fall against his damp chest to catch your breath. “That’s better.” His hands soothe down your back, once again the attentive, gentle Alpha only you get to know. 

The day’s disappointment falls away as you cling to each other, the bond humming with approval. 

“Feel better now?” You ask as the aftershocks subside. The answer is pretty obvious, considering how hard he is inside you again, but you ask anyway.

His breath is warm on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispers in your ear, “I’m just getting started, Darling. We have all day to make up for.”

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 11

A few hours later.

The JL had finished debriefing after their raid on Luthor's lab, Most members had returned to their homes, but some still remained at the Watchtower to do some work.

Clark: Danny!

Danny: Hi Clark, back so soon?

Clark: Yes, I brought my family with me.

Danny: Kryptonite weakness removal?

Clark: Yes, if you don't mind.

Danny (getting up): Not at all.

Clark: Everyone this is Danny, Bruce's grandson, aka Phantom.

Danny: Hi.

Clark: These are my sons, Kon-El and Jon-El.

Kon: Hey.

Jon (flying over to Danny and giving him a hug): Hi, it's so good to meet you! Damian talks so much about you. He really likes to have someone to teach swordsmanship.

Damian: Damian also talks a lot about you, he really likes talking about how great of a best friend you are.

Jon: Yeah Damian's a great best friend too.

Clark: Jon, give Danny some room to breath.

Danny: Don't worry, I don't need to breath.

Clark: I- never mind. This is my cousin Kara Zor-El, and her kids Otho-Ra-El and Osul-Ra-El.

Kara: So you're the kid that eat a shard of Kryptonite?

Danny: It was delicious!

Kara: There is something about the House of Wayne that makes you children a little feral.

Danny shrugged

Otho: It's good to meet you Phantom. You may call me Octavia.

Osul: And me Oscar, unlike our relatives we care about our secret identities and don't use our Kryptonian names as our Earth names.

Clark, Kara, Kon, Jon: ...

Danny: Yeah... that's a bit of an oversight.

Kon: I-

Otho: A one letter difference doesn't count.

Osul: Honesty, Kon and Con.

Clark: I- I did not bring the two of you here to judge me.

Lois: The kids has a point.

Clark: And this is my wife Lois.

Lois: Hi. Not Kryptonian so I don't need any healing.

Kon: So you can just heal our weakness to Kryptonite?

Danny: Yup, if you guys could just stand still. Danny made his way through each of them snapping his fingers. There you go, that should due the job.

Bruce: Let's see. Bruce reached into his toolbelt and took out a small shard of Kryptonite. Here you go.

Kara: You just keep Kryptonite, on your person?

Bruce: Clark gave it to me.

Clark: I give all the Kryptonite I find to Bruce for safe keeping.

Kara: I knew that, I just didn't expect he'd just carry it around at all times. Anyways let me see. She picked up the shard of Kryptonite and fiddled with it. Hmm nothing. Clark. She threw the shard to Clark who likewise felt nothing. They proceeded to pass the shard to each other till it returned to Kara.

Kara: Yeah, this thing is useless.

Danny: Does that mean I can eat it?

Bruce (looking at Danny): I'll like to keep it for research if you don't mind Clark.

Clark: Sure thing I gave them to you for a reason- oh... guess your contingency plans won't work anymore...

Bruce: Yeah, I'm already working on a way to harvest the power of an artificial red star in a small easy to carry object. So don't sleep too soundly.

Clark: Yeah that's fair. Let's go I'll help you.

Some time passed, Bruce and Clark were working on Bruce's plan to make an artificial red sun, Kara, Otho, and Osul were sunbathing on the outside of the Watchtower, and Danny, Kon, and Jon were just chatting.

Danny: Wait there's something that doesn't add up. If you're 12 and your parents are 34, then that means they had you when they were-

Jon: 22, yes.

Kon (laughing): Mom and dad, and uncle Jimmy, graduated from high school when they were 16, and college at 19. They all started working at the Daily Planet shortly after that, that's when they all met. Mom and Dad quickly became close and then a few years later during a workplace party, mom and dad both had a little too much to drink and nine moths later my little brother here was born, a few weeks before our parents turned 23.

Clark (who walked over): Yeah Ma and Pa were a little upset about me having a kid so young, but they were a massive help during Lois' pregnancy and with Jon as a baby.

Lois (laughing): My dad on the other hand almost marched over to Clark's apartment with a shotgun when he found out.

Clark: I don't think he's ever fully forgiven me.

Lois: Nonsense he loves you!

Jon: Look if anything I get to brag to Damian that I'm 10 days older than him. It makes him so mad.

Danny: Yeah I read about the circumstances surrounding Damian's birth. Look, I've never meet Talia al Ghul, I'm sure she's a smart person, but if you're going to seduce someone to get blackmail out of them, don't get so involved into the conversation that you end up drinking so much, that you end up having a drunken one night stand.

Bruce: I really should have kept track of how much we had both been drinking, but Talia knew how to hold a conversation. That was an interesting night nonetheless...

Kon: How about the night of the pink Kryptonite incident from 8 years ago?

Bruce and Clark: WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT!

Danny: ...

Lois: Still can't believe you threw the pink Kryptonite into a black hole rather than keeping it for us to use.

Clark: And I can't belief that's what you decided to focus on.

Lois: What? I can't blame you for what happened, we had never come across pink Kryptonite before, so you and Bruce went to test it in a safe isolated environment. None of us could have predicted that it would do what it did, let alone that it would indirectly have the same affect on non-Kryptonians. The whole thing was nothing more than an accident.

Danny: What did it do?

Bruce and Clark: NOTHING!

(Master Post)

Just a few notes from the author:

In this AU Otho and Osul are not Phaelosian but Kryptonian. They also survived the destruction of Krypton.

Clark arrived as a baby 34 years ago.

Jon was born 12 years ago.

Kara arrived on Earth 7 years ago, at age 16, is now 23.

Kon joined the family 6 years ago (then biologically a 14 year old) is now 20 years old.

And Otho and Osul arrived on Earth 2 years ago at 14 years old, they are now 16, and were adopted by Kara.

p.s. I kinda messed up the timeline a bit with the ages, I wanted Bruce to adopt Dick when Bruce was 24 and Dick 14. In the present Dick is 25 and Bruce 34 (still hasn't turned 35). Then I decided to make Bruce and Clark the same age so Clark is also 34. Then I decided to make Damian and Jon 12 without doing the math that Clark and Bruce would have been 22 when they had them...

By the time I realized, I just decided that what happened happened and rolled with the idea.

Lastly pink Kryptonite in this AU basically causes the Kryptonian to develop a blinding level of lust for the first person they see, a feeling that can transferred to the person if there's any physical contact between them.

[bewitched-hours]

haii,, hello!! ><,, your writings are sooooooo EXTRAVAGANT AND SCRUMPTIOUS AAAAA (*≧∀≦)人(≧∀≦*)♪

if it's alright, may I request a reader that's like a sky robloxian? they're a robloxian where their life revolves around flame and light— recovering their injuries through consuming flame or being near a light source !! i based off on a game, sky: children of the light !! where they technically fly around with their capes with different designs and light levels to use for flying.

I was wondering if you can do a shedletsky x reader x builder man ":3... I think they'd be fascinated with the similarities of them with shed since he was like a bird admin dude, Telamon (^з^)-☆

YES OMG I LOVED THAT GAME- (sadly still got social anxiety so I rarely play anymore)

Reader is getting She/They~

You were strange to say the least...

But to you, they were strange.

One moment you were performing for some younger moth children and being a little reckless in flying, the next you're in a cabin surrounded by strangers who looked nothing like you or the people you were used to seeing.

On the plus side, this new world seemed much more safe to you. Except for the rounds of course but you'd take that over random Krill spawnings.

Pretty soon, you figured out you still had your abilities and more, albeit a bit changed;

Light Cape

(Passive Ability)

You're able to use your cape to float, reducing knockback and the rate at which you fall. You also have a light-meter visinle on your cape that you can use to propel yourself upward, forward or heal yourself. It can be overcharged for more usage. This light-meter charges near light sources.

Healing Fire

Cooldown: 30s

You can take out your candle and heal others using your light. This also heals you a bit but doesn't use up your stored light. It also provides a temporary speed boost to the person you heal.

Shielding Light

Cooldown: 1m

You can throw yourself between a survivor and killer and blind the killer when you take damage. This uses up light though so once your light-meter depletes, you lose this ability until you recharge it.

Song of Inspiration

Cooldown: 1m

You're able to pull out your instrument and play a song that provides all survivors around you with a temporary random buff. However, you're completely immobile while playing your song. The longer it lasts, the longer the effects will too.

... Overall, pretty good. You kinda expected to be a support and the other survivors greeted you with the same kind warmth you radiated.

You also took your time letting them know you were still similar to them. you had semi-normal face underneath your mask with (literally) glowing eyes and skin that looked more like it was made of light than flesh.

Your resting face was also quite peaceful, good for the comfort of young moths back home. You'd always tell the other survivors stories of your world and had them share their own stories in return. It was fun.

But Builderman and Shedletsky seemed to have taken interest in your stories more and more lately. They would randomly ask you questions of the wastelands you were so used to and the way your people would work.

Not like it offended you, you could tell you were alien to them and they didn't mind when you'd do the same to them.

But their blatant favouritism was something else entirely. They were barely trying to hide it!

You were protected a lot more, dispensers were always conveniently around when you were low, Shedletsky somehow always knew when you were getting chased... You couldn't figure out why.

Why were they suddenly favouring you and trying to get closer with you? You couldn't help but think it was cute since it reminded you of the moths back home but Shedletsky and Builderman are full grown men... Wait-

You might've realized a little late that they both had a crush on you and when you did, the other survivors were there to 'comfort' you in your realization that you would likely have to deal with breaking at least one of their hearts.

You loved them too, that much was clear, but did you have the strength to ask them such a potentially invasive question?

You knew back home this wouldn't be much of an issue. No one ever saw a problem with love in any form and just required communication to make it work.

But when you openly talked about some of the relationships you'd see so commonly, the other survivors had pointed out that their world was much more harsher than that. And it shocked you.

Dictating how one could love... It felt depressing... It made you sympathize with the survivors even more.

"Why does love have to be so difficult here...?" You quietly complained as you were helping Elliot make dinner. You didn't want Shedletsky or Builderman to really hear but you rarely got to speak with Elliot outside of rounds...

How unfortunate that none of the other survivors bothered to alarm you about Shedletsky apparently taking a bit of fun by eavesdropping on your conversation.

"Cheer up, [Reader]. Maybe they'll understand? You did mention this was common in your world so I'm sure they'd expect you to ask about the idea of a Polycule." Elliot tried to reassure you in an equally quiet tone, having spotted Shedletsky our of the corner of his eyes and knowing you wouldn't have to worry much longer if he managed to get you to confess indirectly.

You huffed, blushing at the mere thought as you shook your head. "Yeah but if they're not up to it, I'll risk two heartbreaks instead of none... I never had to make such a decision..." You sighed, putting another pizza in the oven for the upcoming rounds the next day.

Elliot tried not to smirk, finding your oblivion to this situation hilarious. "Well, they were admins before being sent here. I get why you would be nervous?" He tried to feign oblivion to your dilemma and it wasn't hard to make you confess.

"No, that's not it and you know it. I wouldn't care if they were- say- mad scientists or whatever." You groaned a little, trying to think about how you could explain it.

"They're just so kind and gentle with me that I find myself feeling like I'm at one of the concerts back home and it makes me feel so warm and comforted... It makes me want to be able to give them both that feeling back but that's hard to do if I have to break even one of their hearts." You took a deep breath, unaware of Shedletsky and Builderman starting to plan amongst themselves while Elliot and you brought out the pizzas for dinner.

By the time you were done, you were just about ready to sleep off the trouble of 'today'. That was until Shedletsky innocently asked you to follow him and of course, you were too sleepy to think about why he wanted to get you somewhere private and simply followed.

He ended up leading you to Builderman's cabin, where you were greeted by a little robot handing you flowers. It was surprising but it got you to smile so sweetly that it made both of their hearts melt.

"We know these things work differently and that the change in environment might be causing some worry but you don't need to think about wether you should or shouldn't talk to us. We're always open to communication." Builderman tried to assure you, patting your head as his soft smile brought a faint blush to your face that you quickly attempted to hide with the flowers.

Shedletsky just chuckled, picking you up in a bridal carry. "And to show that we're on board with a polycule, we're gonna make sure to keep you warm and cuddly tonight!" Your blush only worsened but you couldn't help but grin, nodding happily along to their agreement.

Maybe love in this realm wouldn't be as difficult as your mind made it out to be...

Anon you made me want to design one or two Sky ocs for Forsaken now-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[cinnamontrashcrunch]

I got an idea for an opposites attract thing:

Can I request burning spice x timid reader? I think it would be cute!

You were shaking.

Standing there, quivering before the Great Destroyer, also known as Burning Spice Cookie. He glared down at you, axe in hand, with a menacing grin on his face. He approached and you backed up. You were utterly terrified because you knew your death was here, you covered your eyes, not wanting to see your crumbling happen. You didn’t see his grin turn shark-like as he observed you.

“Hahahahahahahah! Well would you look at this, I’ve never seen a cookie so pathetic before! I’ve seen plenty who fear for their lives but you’re not even BEGGING or trying to run! Haven’t you ever heard of the thrill of the chase?” He bellowed, causing you to flinch.

You whimpered pathetic, your village was in ruins. Your village was of one of the weaker spices who were barely getting by in Burning Spice Cookie’s domain. And one idiot had to dare talk back to the Great Destroyer…dared to say that he should’ve remained the Herald of Change. Burning Spice paid back such a comment with destruction. The idiot dead, the village ruins, everyone dead. Everyone but you. You don’t know how you were unlucky enough to be the last cookie alive but you knew that your end was here. Oh well…you had a good run.

You uncovered your eyes and hung your head. Burning Spice eyed you curiously, his grin never faltering as he looked down at you.

“So, the survivor has a weak and timid nature. How adorable. You know what, I’ve decided that I shall take you as a trophy of my conquest here! Hahahahahah!” He laughed.

Your eyes went wide and the next thing you knew, you were slung over his shoulder, the spikes on his armor digging in your dough. You squirmed a bit but dared not struggle against his grasp. It was one of his rare moments of mercy and you were going to milk it for all it’s worth.

And that’s how you came to be a regular servant in his temple. You were always by Burning Spice’s side no matter what, you even slept in the same room! Not in the same bed of course, no, you slept on the floor. On a pet bed because he thought it would be funny.

It wasn’t so bad; it was better than being spice dust in the wind at least. He was still rough when he would slightly manhandle you, such as turning your head to look at something. But he seemed restrained in a way, like he was trying not to break you since he could see how easy it would be.

“Tell me little cookie, how do you provide so much quality entertainment?” He asked.

You looked at him, bewildered at the question, and he just laughed.

“What? Surprised that I find all your little mannerisms appealing? Your timid nature? Your squeaking? It’s all so entertaining! And I need more entertainment in this life! Hahahahahah!”

He pats your back hard, causing another squeak to fly out of you which only made him laugh more.

“Oh, my little moth, you are just adorable. Normally I can’t stand such patheticness but something about you makes me laugh. Hahahahah! Yes, I knew keeping you was the right choice!” He continued.

He moved your chin to make you look at him in the eye, those blazing red eyes. He had a sly grin on his face.

“Here, a reward for such quality entertainment.”

He placed a small kiss on your head, you froze as your face burned red. Then with a loud squeal you tumbled backwards and passed out. His laughter being the last thing you heard.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Pest x moth Reader

ok so side note, when i was checking his wiki as i do before every request it mentioned him having FOUR EYES, with a link to yeucc stating that fact, but i have never once seen him depicted with four eyes nor do i see it on their design in game, does anyone have any info on this because i need to know more, anyways hope this is good haven’t done one of these in a while

- ‘Like a moth to a flame’ well more like a moth to a bug hybrid with glowing eyes, and for once, he didn’t push someone else away, so good job!

- Pest’s eyes glow, and it activates the light seeking part of your brain so you will just for uncomfortably long stretches of time stare them directly in the eyes if you’re in a dimly lit space, or a room with no other light especially, once or twice you’ve accidentally reached out to touch them but they bat you away because well, that’s their eyes

- While he does know not every bug hybrid has the same traits, bugs are a very diverse classification, he does find it rather interesting that you’re fluffy rather then scaly like him, as he has an exoskeleton and you have soft fur in some spots, (yes i know moths have exoskeletons too just go with it ok?) though your wings aren’t fluffy they are very soft, far softer then his specie’s beetle wings, sometimes he’ll absentmindedly run his hands over them due to their softness, it feels nice but you do worry about his sharper claws being so close to your fragile wings

- They speak beetle to you a lot, do you know what they’re saying? Nope! But you respond in moth and have two completely different conversations, it’s almost a running joke between you two, since if other people saw you they’d assume you were having an actual conversation, not that you have no clue what the other is saying, after all you both don’t have the vocal cords to actually speak each other’s languages

- If you have the ability to fly he will never admit it but he’s jealous, he’s supposed to be able to fly, he has wings, but they’re fused to his body (canon) and so he’s never been able to, and while he never says it he envies your ability to, usually he ignores it though, why long for something he’s never had after all?

- If you’re being very moth brain when they’re trying to get work done they just hand you a small circuit of a switch and a light bulb so you can turn the bulb on and off repeatedly and leave them to work on stuff, is it maybe a little embarrassing? Yeah, but also LIGHT, so you can’t complain to much, and they let you stay next to them while working just don’t want to be bothered too much

- Pest will help you clean your antennas if asked, it’s the body part you impulsively clean the most after all, it allows you to smell and see better, he’s super gentle since they’re sensitive, he might grumble that he’s waisting valuable time but he doesn’t mean it, though he will swat you away when your instincts make you try and clean his upper mandibles as thanks, they are two very different things in texture and use but your brain says they’re basically the same thing because they’re in the same place

- If you go out somewhere together they will very begrudgingly hold your hand, they don’t like physical touch, but they know that on occasion if you see a bright light you will just immediately walk off towards it, so they hold your hand to stop you from wondering off out of nowhere, they chitter in an annoyed way but they secretly find it a little endearing, they will never tell you that though, they’d rather die

short? yeah probably, but oh well it’s themed around specifically moth hybrid reader so oh well, i have general pest x reader hcs already anyways, hope yall enjoyed now to work on the next one

[avenging-fandoms]

Teach Me - Joel Miller

Summary: requested by anonymous- hi bby i hope you're okay! rqst maybe a Joel teaching a reader how to carve wood, but she gets distracted by his hands and how damn beautiful (hot) he is, and optionally things get dirty 🤭 The reader finds Joel making Ellie's birthday gift and asks to help. When he accepts, she doesn't realize how difficult it is to pay attention.

Content warnings: smut; oral sex. reader's age is mentioned because as much as i love an age gap, joel wouldn't date someone v young. i would write an age gap fic if requested doe

18+ only.

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divider gif credit: @enchanthings-a

You don't bother to knock when you reach the Miller residence, whistling twice in a high pitch to make your presence known when your boot hits the wooden floors.

"I'm up here, Y/N." The wooden stairs squeak under your feet and you follow Joel's voice up to his room. You hear sawing and furrow your eyebrows and push his bedroom door open. "Uh, can I come in?"

He calls you over with his head. "Close the door how you found it before, please." He goes back to his sawing and you put the door back to being ajar. You spin on your heels and take the opportunity with his back to you to admire his room. A few guitars rest on stands begging to be played next to his neatly made bed.

You make your way over to Joel and notice him sawing a bone. "I'm scared to ask what you're doing," you stand next to him on the left and he laughs.

"I'm making Ellie her birthday gift. I want to teach her guitar, so I'm making her her own. I'm finishing it up today, I'm carving a moth into it." He takes the bone out of the clamp and sets it on the table and you notice the almost finished guitar his body was hiding. "Did you need something?"

"The council just got out of a meeting and I wanted to see what my other favorite Miller brother was doing," you circle around him to the other side and Joel gives a closed lip half smirk. "And now I'm very intrigued in what you're doing. You're going to carve the wood?" He nods. "You just know how to do that?"

He takes the cut up wood out and lays it on the table to sketch out where to trim. "You forget I was a carpenter some time ago, I could do this blindfolded."

You watch his hands sketch smooth sides and you bite the inside of your lip. His nose whistles as he leans over the table, hand flat to hold the wood down and you inhale. "Can you teach me how to carve? I can carve a scrap piece so I don't ruin Ellie's gift," you smile and stuff your hands in your back pockets.

Joel looks at you with a gentle stare. "You can't carve the scrap pieces," he wipes the wood and your shoulders drop, Joel standing and grabbing two pairs of safety goggles. "You can help me with her gift." You happily grab a pair and slide them on, Joel grabbing the first tool. “I’m going to help you with this, okay? There's a light stencil for you to follow."

You nod and stand in front of the guitar with Joel behind you, his body closing the gap with his front against your back and putting his arms around you, guiding your hands where to hold.

You know it's important to listen to his safety instructions, but that's hard to do when his hands on top of yours make them disappear, his ribcage squishing against you then releasing when he breathes.

"Alright, you got this, let's do it." He looks over your shoulder and grips your hands and you both watch you carefully trace the lines, sawdust flying around and catching in your hair. He stops the machine and brushes your hair out of your face for you and you shiver.

The machine starts again and you lean closer, Joel's hand hovering over your back as he gives you some free rein. "Holy shit, I'm doing it!"

"I knew you could, finish the outline." You turn back to the guitar and he pulls his hands away, watching you complete the outline perfectly. "Good girl, that looks amazing."

You almost drop the tool as you hand it to Joel, heart racing at the nickname. You drag over a stool and sit near the head of the workbench, eyes trained on his hands making the moth come to life.

The machine shushes itself to sleep and Joel blows off the sawdust. Your shoulder touches his arm as you look at the moth, gawking at the picture. "You are so impressive, Joel Miller."

He gives an embarrassed shy shrug and pulls off his safety goggles and takes yours off your face. Metal clicks in his hand when he digs it out of his pocket, holding your wrist and dropping metal pegs in your hands.

"I'm going to put in the turning pegs, can you put the string posts in please? I'll be up here with you to keep an eye on you, hm?"

"This is so fun, thanks for letting me help, Joel," you smile and lean over the table a bit to screw in the posts. You look up to ask Joel how you were doing, but your eyes magnetize to his fingers twisting in the pegs.

Joel's fingers rapidly spin the peg in place and your mind wanders when he moves on to the next one.

"15, do you remember your 15th birthday?" Joel breaks the silence and you sigh with a slight chuckle.

"It was almost 20 years ago, but it feels like 100 some days and 5 the others. Depends on how much I move," you joke and Joel snorts. You answer the question with your fingers not even moving anymore, eyes trained on his hands.

His curly grey hair flops on his forehead and his doe eyes train on the peg. He glances to check on you and sees you staring and gives you a look. "I thought you were here to help me, you're just starin'."

His words snap you out of it and you back up, putting the posts carefully on the table. "Sorry, I.." Joel stands and sets his pegs next to the guitar, hovering above you slightly.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?"

"I was just admiring how you work, Joel," you mumble and he smirks, stepping towards you and your eyes can’t leave his chest.

"Then why are your cheeks so red, sweet girl?" His head bows and brushes his beard against your forehead.

“I was watching your fingers work,” you mumble, pressing your head into him. Joel inhales the top of your head before caressing your neck, tilting your head up and fanning his breath over your lips.

You came to Jackson 2 years before Joel and Ellie arrived, already finding a spot on the council a year in. You were reliable, honest, and brought great ideas forward that always benefited everyone. Joel was cautious around you but because his brother always sang your praises, he knew he'd be able to trust you and it didn't take him long to.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispers with his lips touching yours and your stomach twists for more. You stand on your toes a bit and close the gap and Joel's arms completely engulf you in his body. His large palms rub your neck, down your back and smoothing over your ass.

"I never want you to stop, Joel," you breathe between words and he chuckles, backing you up to his bed. A huff leaves your chest when you hit the bed, he doesn't follow but instead puts his hands on his hips, drinking in the sight of you.

He reaches his right hand down and presses it to your chest, your unbuttoned flannel showing your tank top underneath. Joel kneels on the bed with his knees keeping your right leg in place as his hand explores your body, his fingers pushing in the top of the tank and humming when he feels your nipple grow under his digits.

Whimpers fall from your lip and your chest pushes closer to Joel, silently begging for more. "You stare and you're impatient, do I have to straighten your pretty ass out?"

Joel pulls your breasts out and bites down as his mouth finds your nipple. His tongue flicks against the hard, sensitive bud and your fingers grip his hair, moaning his name as he leaves his mark on your skin.

He moves his attention to your other nipple, his right hand trailing down your body to the top of your jeans. "Can I touch you?" Joel whispers against your jaw and you nod with a desperate growl when you kiss him again.

Joel unbuttons your jeans impatiently and pushes them down a bit and feathers the pads against your soaked cotton underwear, a sigh from his nose heating your top lip. "Fuck, Joel, please,"

Your quiet pleas were enough to make him push his hand in your underwear, his middle finger collecting your juices as he rubs up and down with your hips following. Joel sits on the bed next to you on his hip, left leg on the bed and the right one crossed on top and he pushes you back onto the bed when you try to follow. He pulls your jeans completely off and throwing your underwear in a different spot behind his shoulder.

"Oh my stars," he mumbles when his left hand holds your leg and gives himself a better view of you. You prop up your left leg and Joel leans against it with his chin on your knee, his hand securing your leg in place. Joel pushes his right hand from your ankle to your knee, down your thigh and opening your leg to rub your clit. "Look at you, so wet, all for me." Joel kisses your thigh and you twist your hips towards his mouth, a low chuckle coming from his chest. "Oh, we'll get there, sweetheart. You just need to be patient."

Your fingers nearly rip holes in his bed sheets when Joel slides his middle and ring finger in to you. "Yes, Joel, fuck!" Your hand slaps on his bicep and grab his shirt as the pace quickens, his fingers pulling out and curling in enough to hit the right spot.

Joel knees your leg behind his when he kneels on the bed, hovering his body over you as his left hand holds your other thigh down. You twist your body and roll your eyes back and moan Joel's name as your orgasm fires up in your belly.

"Come on, baby, let me see how pretty you look when you cum," he grunts and releases the grip on your thigh to rub your clit as his fingers fuck you. Your body curls and nails scratch down his arm as your orgasm warms you from head to toe. "Fuck, look at you," he growls and rubs a hand up and down your torso, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean.

Your cheeks immediately feel hot and Joel chuckles at your reaction. He kisses the back of your hands when you cover your face and you peek between your fingers. You pull your hands away and Joel leans down to kiss your swollen lips, fingers teasing your inner thighs and you instinctively spread your legs.

“Joel, please,” you whimper in his mouth and he slides his fingers into you again, a long loud moan falling from your lips onto his tongue.

Joel pumps his fingers fast this time, pulling away to watch your face. You squeeze your eyes shut as his thumb starts to rub your clit, and you feel his body move away from over you. Your body jolts when you feel his beard tickle your inner thighs, pushing your hips closer to his mouth.

A low chuckle comes from Joel's chest and he pulls your hips up, wrapping his arm around your thigh and leaning on that leg. His right hand roughly shoves your other leg down, using his fingers to spread your pussy and he groans mumbling something under his breath before he's gone.

Your hand slaps over your face and nails dig into your flesh as Joel's fingers pull away and his tongue takes their place. His lips help him take in every drop of your wetness, giving himself a treat before the reward to come. His tongue moves up to your clit and his fingers push into you again, his left hand pushing your leg to press your knee to chest.

“Joel, fuck, fuck, I can’t..” you can’t control your hips as they move violently against his mouth, a deep sigh broken up from Joel’s nose when your body jolts away then follows again.

“Stay still,” he mumbles and slaps your thigh, forcing you to drop your leg and whimper with hair sticking your your forehead.

“Joel.. please..” Moans were extinct, only cries of begging singing out of your mouth.

“Give it to me, sweetheart, I wanna taste your orgasm.” Joel's dirty words push you over the edge and your legs squeeze around him, shaking violently and yanking his hair. "I'm not done."

Tears fall as well as your bed to the bed when Joel licks every inch of you clean, sitting up and leaning on the bed on his knees. Your arm covers your eyes as you catch your breath, feeling tiny hairs from his mustache tickle your arm.

"Are you alright?" Joel lays next to you and you roll into his chest, listening to the laugh in his chest. "I hope I didn't scare you or nothin', just been thinkin' about doing that to you every since I've seen you."

You pull your face out of his chest and lay your head on his bicep, tracing the scar on his temple. "You could never scare me, Miller." You kiss his nose and Joel wraps a strong arm around your back to bring you close. He kisses the top of your head, draping a light blanket over your body before rubbing your back underneath your tank top.

"We can rest for 10, but you did offer to help with the guitar," he whispers with his lips dragging on your ear lobe. You smile and crack your eyes open, kissing him a few times. "Okay, maybe 15."

[monstersflashlight]

You can write something about a humanoid lizard!m × reader!Fairies who hate each other and constantly arrange fights, and then fuck hard (。・ω・。)

Drenched

Lizardman x fairy fem!reader || hate sex, size kink

You don’t know what it is about that particular lizardman, but you can’t seem to stay away from him. You’re so tiny compared to him, but every time he appears around your area, you can’t avoid goading him into a fight, pushing his buttons until he’s snapping back. You love to fly around his body until he’s mad and breathing hard and completely and utterly aroused, his smell perfuming the air around you like the most delicious pollen. That only drives you wilder, flaying faster, pinching him, throwing him things until he’s fuming and he’s running around you like a moth to a flame. Your screeches of joy only make him madder, and by the time he catches you, you’re so wet and ready to be used and abused that you can’t stand it.

That’s why you always end up being caught. You wouldn’t go as far as to say you let him win, but… When his hand is around your body, squeezing until you can feel your heartbeat in your ears, and it feels like a whole bodily embrace around you… You might be moaning and whimpering already. Those sounds only makes him more feral, his big tongue lolling out of his mouth as he rips your clothes off and licks over your whole body, parting your legs with his fingers as he holds you close and eats you out. You can feel his teeth against the inside of your thighs and it only makes it hotter as you come around his big tongue, way too big for your tiny body.

When he pulls down his fly and wraps his hand and your body around his scaled dick, you can’t do anything but hold on for dear life as you tickle his slit with your whole hand, sending him into a cursing-frenzy over your head as you laugh. He hates that, he hates how good your body feels around his dick as he uses you as a fleshlight, but good goddess if it doesn’t make it hotter.

He comes all over you every time, leaving you completely drenched from head to toe in his release. He always frowns after, but that doesn’t stop him from smelling you and letting out a little smirk that makes your pussy clench around nothing. He always leaves you there, over whatever flat surface he finds, usually a tree, completely showered in his come and smelling so much of him you can’t take it off even after showering multiple times… And you kind of love it.

[gladiatorcunt]

🪺 - # WINTERGREEN CANDY CANE !!

cw: canon typical mind games, baby trapping/pregnancy, manipulation, reader’s emotionally constipated, tashi’s injury, cunnilingus, cockwarming, tit fucking, established tashi & patrick (there’s no feelings between them but they stay together for reader in the beginning), lactation, not rlly smut focused despite the tags, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, ambiguous baby daddy (even though the ending can be read a certain way), one mention of patrick x art, afab reader, there’s a thought about you being injured but it’s not serious, small time skip (?) type thing and implied future pregnancies, purposefully vague/unreliable narrator vibes

patrick and art’s descriptions are heavily insp. by these posts

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They never tell you that Tashi got injured on purpose. She’s too good to fall victim to what plagues so many athletes, but you don’t know that. You, her assumed rival and yet also the poster child of sportsmanship. Rivalry can bring out affection in people, it can highlight the need for someone who can understand you better than anyone else possibly could. You’ve never been anything but soft and sweet, but you can still summon the lightning streaking across the sky in your eyes when the game begins. There’s a glow around you that Tashi craves like a moth craves the shadow behind the light they fly into.

Tashi’s fall from her pedestal was painful and the hardest decision she’s ever made, but for the first time she made it for love. The set up was the easiest part, but now she has to actually make the serve. And she can’t do it alone, she’d be stupid to be blind to how her boyfriend and his best friend’s stares linger. What she and Patrick shared fizzled out a while ago, but if she lets him go, then that signs her up for a battle she’d rather avoid. Sometimes pleasure can be derived from depriving an animal of the chance to kill rather than setting it free and giving it an opportunity to go after you first.

Who knows, maybe someday you and her can share matching injuries.

Luckily, Patrick shares the same sentiment, quickly agreeing to the arrangement and plan when he visited prior to the injury. Art’s good at downplaying his toxicity, so Tashi wasn’t concerned about if he could play the part of a “worried friend”. You’ll bust into the office while she’s getting checked out to see Art there, and the infatuation you've been harboring for him will keep you in place. The queen on the chessboard who can’t really move however they please at all. Patrick will return in a “rush to see his girlfriend”, and you’ll be too intrinscingly intertwined in their web to cut yourself loose.

You weren’t the one she was playing against, but because of your “friendship” you’re there in the audience when it all goes down. The shock of something career ending happening to someone who had the most potential of anyone you’d ever seen is staggering.

You practically run to see if Tashi’s okay, and the disappointment that you might never play with her again is palpable. But she’ll be fine, you tell yourself, she has to be.

Art has already left by the time you get to the room she’s in, doing one of his parts of the plan and allowing Tashi to put everything into motion. He’s waiting nearby, running his hands through his hair as he imagines all the ways he can comfort you. Because you will need comforting later, and your future husband knows the best remedies for your incoming sadness.

You’re standing gobsmacked in front of her bandaged knee, a confirmation that this is really it. You shrug off your bag and let it slide down your arm to the cold floor. Your mouth opens but the words don’t come out. You struggle to know what to say as Tashi’s eyes meet yours.

“What am I supposed to do now, huh? My top competitors gone up and left me hanging.” You sigh, trying to keep the kicked puppy look out of your eyes.

She’s in pain and you’re making this about you. But if you and Tashi aren’t bound by Tennis, then what are you bound by. Your friendship doesn’t go beyond the court, so what do you even share now?

There’s no big declarations, no babbling where you word vomit about glad you are that she’s okay. Neither of you are those kinds of people. The energy in the air is dead, but the situation is too serious for awkward small talk. All you two can focus on is what’s ruined, but only one of you can also acknowledge what stands to be gained.

“Take a break, then.” She says plainly, a touch too proud to beg. “For me, I mean who else am I gonna let see me like this?”

That last is an attempt to lighten the mood, to use humor to point out how you’re truly the only person she’d let see her in tatters. Your eyes widen and you freeze, but then you take a seat next to the cot and take her hand. Your smile could destroy the sun, she thinks, and even if the earth was plunged into darkness you’d make it feel like there was nothing to be worried about at all.

“Okay, just for a little bit.” You chuckle and rub her shoulder delicately.

You don’t know what on earth possesses you to say it, but you realize that the absence of a challenge would drive you insane. There’s other reasons for it, ones you’re aware and ones you’re not. But you and Tashi have a way of saying just enough without ever needing to be raw and reveal what you really mean. If there’s a coherent meaning to be found.

“A little bit” ends up being forever, your pregnancies see to that.

Tashi makes Patrick and Art hinge a match solely on who’d get first crack at it; they play so savagely that you’d think they were stray dogs fighting over moldy scraps of food. She’s there when you get morning sickness and she sends the boys out with a list of what you’re currently craving at that moment. She’ll brush your hair and do your skincare for you, rubbing your belly while everyone’s asleep and telling you’re baby that she’d better be their favorite (after you of course).

Tashi takes pride in how she pleases your pussy when you’re too swollen to put in any of the work. She licks broad stripes up your soaked cunt, nipping at your clit and getting you to cream into her mouth in no time at all. She presses sweet little kisses up and down your folds, wishing you could see her love on your pussy properly. They’ve had competitions on who can make you squirt the fastest, and Tashi will never fail to mention that she’s never lost once.

Patrick gets really into cockwarming, getting you nice and settled in his lap. He has to take deep breaths so he doesn’t immediately start thrusting, he knows he has to think about the baby. But the pregnancy has made you impossibly tight, and your hormones make you go crazy for his sweat and natural musk. You’ll whine at him to hover over your head so you suck on his heavy balls. You nag about how he needs to take better care of himself, but you’ve grown to love swallowing his tangy load while you’re suffocating in his pubes.

When that happens depends on how long either of you can hold out, Patrick will tease you about how slutty you’ve been lately and squeeze your face with one hand. His cock will twitch inside of you, snug and strangled. He'll suck Art off till both of their lips are bleeding and you’ll motorboat Tashi’s tits to pass the time. You’ll start swiveling your hips somewhere along the way and his resolve will crumble like it never existed in the first place.

That’s for later though. He fastens the ugly neon cartoonish headphones over your belly and turns on the attached mic, doing storytime with the softest grin on his face.

Art on other hand likes fucking your leaking tits, he loves when drops of milk lube up the slide of his dick in the valley between them. He’ll thumb at your sensitive nipples and flick them, cooing at you when you moan and lap at his cockhead during the split second it reaches your mouths. He’ll look after your breasts outside of the bedroom. He’ll massage them and drain them for you if they’re feeling particularly sore, two of them will be latching on either tit while the third will be sucking on your tongue. His pecs bounce with every languid roll of his hips through the pocket his hands create, and he brings your hands up to them so you’ll grab on and leave scratches.

Art gives you more cum, his literal breeder balls are too big and full, and he’ll bet that he’ll give you more children. His thrusts have a certain punchy rhyme and rhythm to them while Patrick’s are sloppily enthusiastic and feral.

Art picks out supplies for the nursery with you, supporting your vision wholeheartedly and agreeing with every color and stuffed animal you choose. He and Patrick continue with their careers, and Tashi finds a way to coach them both, they need to support you and the new member of their slightly dysfunctional family. Tashi writes up the speech you give when you announce your early and extremely unexpected retirement, and she massages your feet when you collapse on the couch from the sheer emotional exhaustion. Art pecks each of your toes as she does so. Patrick plays tic tac toe against himself in the hollow of your throat.

And when the baby’s born and they can finally see who actually got you knocked up, Tashi says that maybe Patrick will get to be happy that he’s finally won something.

- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or give my works to ai

[llamagoddessofficial]

perhaps maybe some bad guy moth crumbs? Mayhaps? Maybe?

ok ok o kok ok jokojokjfokdsjfokjokJLFKDSLKFJDSKF i love you anon, good question. This also ties in very well to all the fae thoughts I've been having.

Horror has the wings of a great big ragged peacock moth. They're large, heavy, and thick with fur. They drag behind him like a cape when he walks. With the way the mass of fur around his neck clumps and curls, it gives him the appearance of a lumbering bear - if he can fly, he seems to prefer not to, instead stalking the ground and picking off anything that can't get away from him.

His wings are very matted, very dirty. They have been for a long time. He... he would really, really like it if you brushed him. He doesn't mind how long it takes. It's been so long since someone touched him with care. Just... please brush him.

Dust resembles a muslin moth. Smooth, silky, grey. Too smooth - too untouched. The air around him smells strange, when you touch him its hard to tell what's the usual fine powder moths shed and what's something else. The rest of Nightmare's men have cuts and scrapes and imperfections in their wings, tears from battles they lost. Dust has no such imperfections. Almost like... he just doesn't lose. In some lights, when he raises his wings to attack, it's like the edges glow red and cyan. He is not the creature he purports to be.

You're curious about his wings? Cute. Why don't you come closer, have a better look? Why don't you stand close enough for him to see your lovely face. Then you both get something you want.

Whatever Killer was before, it's hard to tell now. His wings have been stained completely black, the only colours are the vivid red of two perfect eyespots, one on either wing. There's probably another moth pattern under all that black. Who knows.

Moth monsters often tend to shed a kind of fine powder, but it's hardly visible and pretty easy to ignore. Killer? His powder is dark, like soot, it clings to anything he frequently touches. Everyone around you can tell that Killer likes you, because his affection comes with great big black marks across your clothes and body. It's his way of declaring ownership. If he thinks someone is getting too cosy he sneaks up on you and hugs you to stain you for the rest of the day.

The exterior of Nightmare's wings looks like a pipevine swallowtail, with a lovely black fading into an equally lovely dark blue. Regal and elegant enough already. He keeps them folded around himself, as a makeshift cloak, and frequently decorates them with silver chains and precious gems.

The interior of his wings sports large, cyan eyespots. If he wants to, he can open his wings and flare the eyespots, causing a sudden rush of uncontrollable terror in whoever witnesses it. It's his decision how the fear affects the victim. He might want to make someone so scared they blab the truth. He might want someone to flee his presence because he's sick of them.

... Or... he might want to stop someone he's interested in from leaving.

[radiance1]

GIW scientist: "What was the one thing we specifically told you to do."

GIW Guard: "Not get attached..."

GIW scientist: "What was the one thing we specifically told you not to do."

GIW Guard: "Get attached..."

GIW scientist: "And what did you do?"

GIW Guard: "Get attach-"

GIW scientist: "YOU GOT A-FUCKING-TTACHED!"

===

The GIW finally managed to get their hands on the Phantom menace, thankfully helped by the recent changes in the ghost in a Moth-like direction, and with the recent explosion giving it an orphan status, it was all too easy to get the ghost into their hands.

Of course, there was the ghost's godfather, but a few government tricks and he was erased from having any to all connection with the thing.

But due to it being the Phantom menace, it was quite difficult to control. So that lead to one scientist having the brilliant (sarcasm) idea to run a test that made it more... manageable.

That somehow involved it becoming a child, with the added and original plus with its powers no longer being easily controlled by it. But that, paired with a child-like mind didn't become well.

At the very least, it was easier to physically subdue when it wasn't throwing a tantrum. But they encountered another problem that came as an unintentional side-effect.

It was cute.

Like a stuff toy you would sleep with as a child, or a show with a cutesy art style and anything that just made one go "Awww" and that? That was a problem.

The guards just didn't have to become attached, and everything shouldn't been fine. But one of them did and that somehow lead to the thing escaping and that was highly annoying.

Oh well, it shouldn't have gotten too far, all things considered. Various injuries aside, its powers do not come as easily as it did to it before, and there were not many times to practice ones such as flight.

It will come back to their hands, either forcefully, or willingly.

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Danny, fully pumped on adrenaline and fear, has been pushing himself to fly for he doesn't even know how long. But he's becoming very tired, and can feel his power slipping from his fingertips.

Or maybe that was the blood, he couldn't tell.

He kept going, pushing himself farther past his limit to just, escape. But he couldn't do so forever, he had to drop sometime, and that time seemed to be coming closer with each and every passing second.

Eventually, he dropped, and he quickly tried to do that gliding thing he was kinda good at. It helped, though he did hit into a few trees, here and there, but he got down to the forest floor, fell, got up, and forced himself to walk.

His vision was really fuzzy, everything he touched felt like static beneath his fluffy hands and feet, and he could hear everything so clearly yet nothing at all.

He just had to keep walking, and he would be okay.

Just persevere, and everything would turn out okay.

Everything would be, okay.

He just had to keep moving.

Even if his legs felt like static, his chest burning and his wings dragging behind him as he found it harder and harder to breath as black started to eat away at his vision.

Everything would be okay.

He just had to persevere.

Eventually, he couldn't, falling to the forest floor as his eyes slowly dropped as black consumed his vision.

He couldn't persevere.

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So, Killer Moth was just in a forest, as one would, looking for quite the rare specimen of Moth larvae that he could use in his plot to take over Jump City.

Why this forest?

It was pretty far away from Jump City, that's why. No pesky Titans to interrupt his search here, which happened once, wasn't fun might he add.

During said collection, he found what looked to be a child passed out on the forest floor.

Now, any reasonable person would question why there was a child on the forest floor, which he was tempted to do, before realizing that said child is perhaps an escaped experiment, based on the precise wounds upon his body.

Said child was a moth humanoid.

He didn't like that, someone tried to take his theme!

Oh well, their loss, his gain. Another moth to add to his ever-growing army, and his another he could use in his attempt to take over Jump City.

Also, finder's keepers.