#maybe i should go back and play some apex...

[kaiserouo]

Okay the meeting is over

It exploded in a way ive never seen coming so im in a more "dafuq just happened" state instead of simply feeling relieved

[rosiegames]

Idk what it is with that sodding map but I’ve been dying like mins into landing ?!

I can’t 🥱 I won’t 🥱I shan’t 🥱

[xoxochb]

“not top five book boyfriends but maybe top ten.”

“am I on that list?”

your brows furrow. “no.”

“but you read books and I’m your boyfriend that buys these books.”

“that’s not—” you take a second to collect yourself. “thats not what that means.”

“well then,” percy sighs. “enlighten me, sweet girl.”

you place your book flat down on the nearest surface, which happens to be percy’s back, keeping your fingers over the pages to hold your place.

“it means the love interest in the book.”

“oh. so like that L-Y-H-F-A-B-C whatever the hell, guy you love.”

“what the fuck?” you laugh almost uncontrollably.

“what? you know what I mean, that blond guy.”

percy lifts his head from your sternum to look up at your giggling self. as your hold on your book goes limp, he takes it and bookmarks it before you lose your page.

“I do know what you mean! but—” you wipe tears from your eyes. “but that’s not the acronym.”

“well it’s something along those lines.”

“it is, yes, you got the first four.”

you wipe the remainder of water from your eyes before taking deep breaths to recollect yourself. you sit up. percy does the same but beside you.

“are you done laughing at me now?”

“long-term? no. for now? yes.” you peck his cheek.

his hand finds the apex of your thigh from beneath the blanket, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “are you going back to reading now?”

you shake your head. “I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

“how nice of you, sweet girl.”

percy rolls back over and onto your tummy again. his strong arms encircle your waist. you pat his dark locks comfortingly.

“that doesn’t mean you can fall asleep on me.” you tangle your fingers within his hair in a repeated pattern.

“let me assure you that when you’re touching my hair like this, I won’t be getting any sleep.”

you feel it following his words. you attempt to push him off but his hold his firm.

“you’re weird.”

percy smiles and kisses your skin. “thanks sweet girl.”

you know, however, that when you play with his hair, it was inevitable that he would be asleep within minutes. it reminded you of a golden retriever.

you slip your hands down to his upper back, lazily tracing patterns against it.

“I was thinking about baking something tomorrow.”

“ooo, can I help?”

“well, we can’t do anything until we figure out what to bake first.” you roll your eyes gaily at his enthusiasm.

“as long as it’s blue and made by you I’ll eat it.”

you assumed as much. “well not cake…. I just made cupcakes the other day. cookies, maybe, I haven’t made some in a while.”

“I’m not opposed to that.” percy’s fingers rub your hips.

“then cookies it is. and you’re not mixing the dry ingredients this time.”

“you don’t think I’m sexy covered in flour?”

fuck yes you do. “no.”

“you’re only lying to yourself.”

“well you’re not going to be covered in flour again, so...”

“okay…” he thinks for a second. “but need I remind you of the way you look at me when we’re at the lake—”

“you know what? maybe you should go to sleep, that sounds like a great idea!”

[elysiality]

hii could i please request reader comforting nat (established relationship) who is struggling with the stress of being the group leader?? maybe just being really soft and sweet with her and cuddling her and insisting she comes inside their shelter to rest, and nat just ends up completely lying on top of her? does nat let out everything she’s struggling with or does she just appreciate some silence with the girl she loves? idk anything like that im just CRAVING nat comfort rn after everything she’s been through 💔💔

wiege - nat scatorccio

"Do you even know what time it is?"

"No." she answers immediately, "and neither do you."

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-> pairing/s - nat scatorccio x reader

-> warnings !! - hurt/comfort, nat crying :(, mentions of shauna shipman, brief mentions of cannibalism, come on guys this is yellowjackets you know the drill

you frown as you glance outside for what seems to be the eighth time .

you aren't sure what time of the day is— the sun can only do so much when it's not in the sky— but it's not a time of the day even your little freak group in the woods is usually up and around at.

yet, your own girlfriend sits outside, staring blankly into space. she's supposed to be portioning the rations, something she took over from Shauna after some snide remarks on her leadership and duties, but she sits still as a statue, hunched over on her log.

she's been staying up later and later every night and it's starting to show. none of you are particularly looking good, nothing to win a beauty pageant, but Nat's started to look rougher with each passing day. the bags under her eyes have grown heavy, her face has lost any trace of baby fat it once had, instead replaced by gaunt outlines of cheekbones.

her eyes are what disturb you the most. a hollow, haunted look inhibits them at all times, none of that mischevious spark you found glinting in them when you still had a normal life anywhere to be seen.

your life is far from normal, of course, you can't imagine any other teenagers are staying up late in the woods, taking turns to keep guard from any apex predators deciding that your village looks like a good place to get a meal, but the eroded look in the eyes of your lover is something that hurts to look at.

she's been the spark in the darkness to the other girls. after the cabin burnt down, she took charge like the queen she was made into. she led the girls in building the huts, using every girl's talent to the fullest. she staked out the animals that Akilah started a breeding farm with and she was the one who buried the bones of the deceased.

out of everyone, only you see the toll it's starting to take on her. the occasional tear that slips out before she wipes it away. the constant shuffling and moaning in her sleep when she does give in to her tiredness. the way she speaks— quieter, calmer now than her normal, brazen personality. she's sacrificing herself to give everything to this role that's been forced onto her and the stress is destroying her.

tonight, you've had enough. you get off your threadbare cot and stomp out of your hut. Nat startles, her hands instinctively coming to shield her body before she realises who it is. her alert posture sinks about a foot and she looks up at you sullenly, turning back to her meat table.

"You should go to sleep. It's getting late." she mutters distractedly, starting to push the chunks on the table around, more playing with her food than anything else.

"I could apply that same logic to you." you point out. "Do you even know what time it is?"

"No.", she answers immediately, "and neither do you."

you huff. smartass habits die hard. somehow, not one of the several people on your plane— dead or alive, were carrying watches. go figure.

"Look up at the sky, Nat. I judge it to be nobody-should-stay-up-this-late-unless-they-want-to-encounter-ghosts'o clock."

she blinks in surprise and looks up at the night sky, seemingly blindsided by the few stars twinkling in the sky next to the moon. her eyes almost light up at the sight of stars— as it's becoming colder and colder, they've all started to disappear— but that light quickly fades when she turns back to the table. "It doesn't matter. I'm shirking my duties."

you grip her jaw and pull her face up to meet yours. for a split second, the stars give her the spark she lost. but even then, it seems unnatural. because it's not her.

"You're also shirking your rest. We need to keep our strength up." she scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"Maybe. But I've still got this pile of food to sort through and then I have to pour water into that little pond for the ducks—" she starts blubbering out her duties, blinking rapidly as though trying to shake the sleep off herself.

you spin her back around, gripping both her bare shoulders. she stops mid-rant, her chapped lips pressing together in a pout. "All that can be done tomorrow and by other people." you say firmly. "We have chore distribution for a reason."

she falters, before meeting your eyes again, stubborn and determined to completely ruin whatever was left of her sleep schedule. "Well, what if something comes into the village? I know how to use the gun—" "And you're not the only one." you finish for her. she stares at you blankly.

"Gen and Travis are on the night watch, remember?"

chocolate brown eyes dart around the silent village nervously, as if searching for a reason to ruin whatever little rest you forced on her. "Shauna will kill me if I don't—" she starts off, but her voice is slightly less forced. you pounce on the opportunity.

"No, she won't. Because you're in charge, as much as she hates it. The others would jump her before she gets a chance."

you can see her resistance crumbling away, little by little. her eyes soften, just slightly. her shaking hands scrape off the table and fall to her side.

"Besides, Lottie would probably curse her with some voodoo wilderness magic if Shauna tried anything on her beloved queen." you snark. that gets a small, dry chuckle out of Nat and you relish in the victory.

you drop to your knees in front of Nat, holding both her grimy hands in your own. she looks down at you, as if holding in the urge to start bawling like a little kid. Nat has always been one to hold back her emotions.

a set of big, brown eyes stare at you, reflective, like a cat's, shaking with unshed tears. every bone in her body aches with exhaustion. her eyes burn from the lack of rest. "Come to bed. Please. No one needs you tonight but me." you plead with her, bringing her hands to your chest.

you see the exact moment she crumbles. the alert posture finally slumps over, nearly falling forward onto the table. her hands, once limp, grip onto yours tightly, scrabbling for purchase. her entire face relaxes— she's probably been waiting for you to drag her stubborn ass to sleep for days.

her mouth drops open slightly, like she can't help it. a small, squeaky noise leaves her throat— a tiny animal dying. it continues in series, and she presses one of her hands to her mouth, trying to stiffle the pitiful noises with the back of her hand. it doesn't work.

you gaze at her in empathy, rubbing small, soothing circles over the palm of her free hand with your thumb.

you've been there before. that heavy, heaving feeling in your chest, the dry wracking sobs that translate into small noises because the tears don't come.

she's so exhausted that she can't bring herself to cry.

you stand up, half-heartedly trying to brush copious amounts of dust from your clothes before taking your girlfriend's hand. you lead her into the silence of your hut, sitting her down on the woolen cot. privacy is a rare thing to get, but she's privileged enough to have it.

you lay down on the cot, patting the space next to you. she tries to lay there, she really does, but her knees give out and she lands right on top of you with a slight 'oomph' sound, muttering a hasty apology.

you let her stay there, knowing that pushing her off will probably take ten years off your already shortened life span.

your hand goes to card through her coarse hair. the shampoo ran out in the first couple of days— weeks, months? you aren't sure. you stopped keeping track of the time after winter came. what's the use of it? the rest of your humdrum life will wile away here, eating each other to survive.

the dark brown strands are rough and fine, like running your hand through sandpaper, but you do it anyway. you aren't one to judge. the hygeine and selfcare aspect of the whole situation is something all of you gave up on, save the occasional baths in the lake.

her natural hair colour is starting to show at the roots, something the old Nat would've never let happen. she hated having any connection to who she was before she joined the Yellowjackets. before her father died. you know she feels insecure about it, but you've assured her time and time again that it looks cool. you're not sure she believes you.

a beat of silence, then—

"it's getting colder." comes a muffled voice from the crook of your neck.

"I know.", you respond, tapping out patterns on her head.

"winter is coming."

"i know."

"...I'm scared."

"I know, Nat." you stare off blankly into space, out into the common area of the village, where mist has started to condense, where you've slowly started to pile on more and more clothes onto your body in preparation, where Akilah has started trying to breed out the animals faster.

there's nothing you can do. you've long since resigned yourself to your fate. no one is coming for you. you're alone. winter after winter will come and you'll be stuck here forever, while the rest of the world goes on. your parents think you're dead. your friends have gone onto college, attending parties and preparing to follow their career paths. even young Allie probably graduated by now. lucky girl. the world has moved on without you.

what life would be waiting for you if you went home now?

Nat calls your name and you snap out of your trance. "Yeah?", you ask her, distracted by how squeaky your voice sounds.

"Where do you think we would be if we were home by now?", she asks again and your heart clenches painfully at how soft her voice sounds. you're suddenly pushed back to young Nat, silent through her dad's funeral, and then breaking down in your arms afterwards. she sounds like a kid.

where would you be right now? if you had gone to nationals as planned, won as planned and come back to the small, backwater town of Wiskayok to live out a normal, teenage life?

"i- i don't know." no matter how hard you wrack your brains, you come up blank. any memory of home you had is starting to fade. the wilderness is your home now. it's the only thing you know and the only thing you will ever know now.

"We've been here so long, I haven't even- even thought of what life back home would be like..", you realise out loud, stilling your hand movements.

"Same.", she sighs. she raises her head, and two black, pearlescent eyes scan your face. "Normalcy? Why, I hardly know her."

you giggle at that, before your ability to dies down. she drops her head into your neck again. she's had it just as hard as you have, if not harder. she needs you right now, just as much as you need her, and this pretense of a regular life.

you choke down your emotions, like you've learned to do out here. "Well, for starters, we'd still be dating.", you start off, starting to run your hands through her hair again. "You're never getting rid of me now." that earns you a quiet laugh and you keep going, emboldened by the brusque noise.

"we'd move in together— a college dorm or an apartment, maybe." she snorts, her hand finding yours and tangling her fingers with your own. "and what makes you think I'd share a room with you?"

you rap the back of her head playfully and she groans. "No one else would be able to handle you, idiot." "True.", she defers to you gracefully.

"What else?" you can hear the small tinge of urgency that changes the cadence of her voice. the need to pretend that this is normal. that your fantasy is real.

"well, you'd join the soccer team, if they have one. I, personally, would skimp on the extra-curriculars side of things unless it's by my own volition." You pause, letting her squeeze your hand for comfort. your throat is getting parched, but you ignore it. you've gone without water for far longer. "Maybe learn to knit or something." she scoffs. "Oh please. Like you'd have the patience for that." you hit the back of her head again and she winces, muttering a half-assed apology into your neck.

"and I'd come to every game, and cheer you on. We'd get away from Wiskayok, far, far away— maybe go back once a month. And we'd do well in classes— and I'd make you sleep on the floor if I found out you relapsed."

"Not a single moment of joy.", she grouses and you poke the small of her back, making her wiggle and giving you the impression of having a rather frenetic mannequin on top of you.

"And then....", you trail off, unsure of how to continue this delusion. it's been so long, you've lost all thoughts of creature comforts. it's hard not to, when one of your chores involves emptying the piss bucket in the village. "We'd live normal lives.", Nat completes for you.

"Yeah.", you agree. "And then we'd live normal, boring, 9-5 lives, sitting on a beat-up couch every night, tuning in to watch X-files with a six pack of beer."

in comparison to your current situation, even that sounds like paradise.

you begin to hum. you're not sure where this sudden urge to sing your heart out to the audience of crickets and your depressed girlfriend comes from, but it happens anyway.

it's a sweet song. maybe you've heard it on a radio. maybe someone sang it to you once— your mom, or your grandpa, perhaps. you aren't sure. you aren't sure of much of anything, anymore. it's not concert-worthy, but it's calming. a song about the sea and the wind and peace— a lullaby sung to an angsty child.

it seems to work on your girlfriend too, who seems for all the world like an antsy kid right now. she slumps over onto you, tired muscles slowly relaxing, her hand growing loose in yours, her ragged breathing easing up.

you continue your song, singing to the best of your dry-throated abilities, till you hear the telltale, quiet snore that signals that Nat's fallen asleep. you smile, a small, trembling smile, pressing a kiss to her hair.

you take her frigid hand in yours and squeeze. you're sure of her, atleast.

that's one thing you hope never changes, despite all the wishing you've done for another life, the wish to be in someone else's shoes. you hope she'll always be there.

you squirm under her a bit till you find a comfortable position, managing to safely roll her off you and next to you instead. you hug her close, burying yourself in her neck.

thank the gods that you've gotten desensitised to the smell. all that reaches your nose is the scent of her now. just her. that rough-around-the-edges, pine scent you've always insisted lingers around her.

sleep comes easier to you that night. a dreamless, peaceful sleep like you've never had before.

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a/n: ohh my god, my shayla....my shaylaaa.... nat scatorccio, my beloved patron saint of poor decisions...

requests are open for all yellowjackets girls, dead or alive !

[jistagrams]

best interest p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x fem! reader

warnings: smut, zestyish jokes (Jake and sunghoon are basically In love idk), cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!), kinda mean? dom sunghoon, pervert sunghoon, slight choking, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

minors dni!!

Friday 6:10 pm

what sunghoon didn't expect was to fall in love with you, living together just made him crazy, seeing you walk around in a big tee with just panties under?? yeah. "She won't even let jay hit" sunghoon ranted to his friend on facetime, "maybe shes a virgin and she's saving it for someone special" Jake replied, placing a kiss on his girlfriends head turning off his mic. "I'm someone special!" Hoon whined throwing his phone on his bed, "I guess not to her" Jake turned his mic back on snickering. "Should I fuck her best friend to get revenge.." he started questioning his own existence, hes never been this crazy over someone. did you cast a love spell on him or something? "her best friend is haechan" Jake set up his phone on the table, showing him as he put his headphones on and turning on his console. "ok nevermind. would rather kiss you than fuck haechan" "you would kiss me?" "hell no." "then why say it you got my hopes up" "..jake shut the fuck up" Jake laughs as the light from his computer reflected on his face. "yk what you should do, try and seduce her" he proposed, "that doesn't sound that bad, how would I even do that" sunghoon replies, finally picking his phone up from the bed to walk into the kitchen. "mmm, since y'all live together try walking around like shirtless or like... loudly jerking off??" Jake bit his nails while thinking, "holy shit your gonna make me get a restraining order" sunghoon laughed out loud, hearing the door unlock he quickly hung up and texted Jake "she's home, gonna take ur advice istg if she calls the cops on me you'll never see ur stupid apex acc again."

Friday 8:56 pm

he was nervous, obviously. he wasn't nervous about how he looked, he knew he looked good. he was just nervous on how your reaction would be, he hyped himself up in his room for a bit. doing some pushups till he walked out of his room shirtless knowing your in the kitchen, "yn" he spoke out to you, making you turn around to look at him. "why are u naked" was the first thing you said to him since you got home. "gonna take a shower, u cooking anything?" "Nah, I'm ordering food I'm just in here eating chips", clearly looking unfazed, "should we order something then?" He replied. Walking into the kitchen, sweats hanging low. Showing a obvious bulge, "I'll just get pizza u go take a shower, you stink like sweat" you looked away from his piercing gaze. He chuckled, "mm, ok let me know when the food comes I'll get it" he says while walking away and into the bathroom, quickly locking it and holding his head in his hands.

sunghoon : She won't even look at me 😭😭💔💔💔💔💔😢

Jake : maybe ur js butt ugly.

sunghoon : this is not helping idiot

Jake : did u walk around shirtless 🌚

sunghoon : YES BRO. even wore my baggy jeans to show extra 🤬😡

Jake : what if she's into girls...omg sunghoon I'm cooking here

sunghoon : only thing ur cooking is that burnt ass hair.

Jake : fuck u times 10 😒

sunghoon : u wanna fuck me 🌚

Jake : my gf just saw that msg without seeing the name I hope yn never ends up liking you.

sunghoon : CHILL BRO

he took a shower while blasting music, thinking on what his next plan was. he got out of the shower, black hair dripping water as he wrapped a towel around his waist. he looked in the mirror as he thought of a idea, he picked up his phone as some random rap song played, he took a picture shirtless. Sending it to Jake to confirm if it was cute or not.

sunghoon : *image attached*

Jake : wrong person

sunghoon : u fucking airhead is it cute or not

Jake : oh LMFAOOO

Jake : it's cute, who's it for

sunghoon : baefy yn

Jake : atp send her a dick pic

sunghoon : should i

Jake : yea if u wanna get blocked

as he turned his music off he heard you yelling for him from the living room. He quickly threw on his boxers and sweats, getting out as he put his phone in his pocket. "what's wrong?" He asked standing Infront of you, once again. Wearing baggy sweats but instead of them damn near falling off they are tied with the string. "do u not have any shirts or something, also the pizzas here" you handed him the money for the tip, he grabs it and walks to the door. "thanks" he smiled at the young woman handing him the pizza who was basically drooling. "can I get your number" she sheepishly asked. You looked at them in disgust, looking at the girl as sunghoon laughed and said no. He closed the door, walking back over to you, flopping on the couch and putting the pizza on the table. "why didn't you give her your number?" You asked, "wasn't interested" he shrugged, picking up a piece of pizza. Watching whatever you put on. "Lame."

Saturday 10:43 pm

he was hard. Extremely horny. to the point where he thought he might cum at barely sliding down his shorts. he thought back to the call he had with Jake yesterday, "jerk off loudly, yeah if I wanna be seen as a perv" he scoffed and slid down his shorts and boxers in one go. thinking if he should get off to a picture of you or just some random video on pornhub, he decided on a random video on pornhub. last thing he wants to be is a pervert (even tho he already jerks off to your pictures anyways..) he whined softly as he held his dick in his hand. fuck it. He loaded in on Instagram and stalked your account as his hand slid up and down his shaft. soft moans escaping his throat while looking through your highlights till he found his favorite picture, one of you and him at the beach. bathing suit top hugging your chest so well, making sunghoon's hand go faster on his already red cock, precum dribbling out his slit. His finger accidentally slipping and liking the year old photo. Shit. Shit shit shit. just as he was freaking out his load started shooting out, landing on his black shirt and blankets. his moan was loud, extremely loud. He only realized till after calming down from his high that 1. He sounded like a porn film and 2. He liked your story. He cleaned himself off with the shirt he was wearing, taking it off and throwing it in his laundry basket. Pulling his boxers and shorts up, grabbing another shirt from his drawer. just as he put his shirt on he heard his door swing open, "why you stalking me" you smirked at sunghoon, sitting on his chair in his room. "wasnt stalking you" he side eyed you as he continued to put on his shirt, looking down to notice a cum stain on his shorts cursing to himself, "I needa change my shorts. U gonna stay or what" he asked, looking at you. you turned around in the spin chair, he quickly took off his shorts and grabbed another pair. Putting them on and laying on his bed, "you can look now" he said, picking up his phone to see who texted him. "sunghoon" you called out to him, scooting closer to the bed until you gave up and laid on the bed next to him, "hm?" He replied. Sending a quick text to Jake and going on TikTok, "you should be quieter when you jerk off. not everyone wants to hear that when they wanna call their friend" you smiled at him teasingly as he looked at you before flicking your head with the same hand he used to jerk off with. You got up from his bed and left, sunghoon closed his door with his foot , sending another text to Jake. "Your dead meat."

Thursday 12:29 am

it's been 4 days since he started trying to seduce you, key word. Trying. everytime he jerked off you would just ignore it, same with him walking around in just sweats. he's at the point where he might as well walk around naked, he let our a frustrated sigh as he stood up from his bed. going to your room to get his charger that he lent you a few hours prior, maybe god was on his side or he was just lucky as hell. He opened the door to see you fucking yourself on a dildo. He feels like he could die from happiness right now, you were quick to slide the dildo out of you and cover yourself up. "Oh. My bad" he said, grabbing his charger from your side table. Your face was red, "sunghoon" you quietly called out. "what? ur not done with the charger?" He asked, looking at you covered by your purple sheets. You shook your head, "you wanna help?" you asked, uncovering your body.

Thursday 9:12am

he really has to stop dreaming of you. He woke up hard as shit, all because of that stupid dream. Like he would walk in on your masturbating? Yeah right. He sat up from his bed and groggily walked into the kitchen, he ignored you as he grabbed a water bottle and chugged it. You were quick to notice the very obvious bulge, swallowing your spit while you looked at his back. imagining how it would look after you scratched it during sex. Or how his hands would feel on your body, how his fingers would feel inside of you. Ok yn. Enough of these lewd thoughts. That's your friend your thinking of, your really hot friend. "u wanna make breakfast?" he said, his hot breath on your neck. you felt goosebumps, how did he get behind you so quick? the hell? "not hungry right now so no" you answered, not daring to turn around. "But I'm hungry" he mumbled resting his head on your shoulder. "Make your own food loser" you quickly spoke, moving quick to your room. he smirked to himself, he finally got to you. He's definitely gonna tell Jake about this.

Thursday 5:01 pm

"yn" you hummed as you focused on your show. "Are you a virgin" he asked, you nearly choke on your spit. "What kind of question is that?" You stare at him in shock. Sunghoon shrugged, not looking away from the tv. "Are you?" He asked again. "No sunghoon. I'm not a virgin. Are you?" You spoke with a small attitude in your voice, "nope" he replied, popping the p. "Are you lesbian?" He asked another question. "no. What the hell are these questions??" You shifted your whole body towards him. "So why don't you look my way." He finally looked at you, once again. Staring with a piercing gaze. "What do you mean by that" you know exactly what he means. "Why don't you show any interest in me" the fuck? You always show interest in him, why do you think you wear just shirts around the house? "I do" doesn't seem like it. "I like you yn." He finally expressed his feelings that were making him go insane. "me too" your voice was barley heard, "you like yourself too?" He smiled and chuckled softly. "No I like you too" you smiled back, feeling shy at the sudden confessions. "You know I love you" he said, scooting closer. Holding your face as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, "I would hope so, why are you saying it so early though" you snickered, "cause I'm about to fuck you like I don't" his smile was so innocent you almost didn't register what he said, he's gonna fuck you like he doesn't? Hell yeah.

Thursday 5:30 pm

your not sure how you ended up in sunghoon's bed, laying on your back as he slurped up your juices. Spewing random shit as he ate you out, "been waiting like...months for this moment" his chin was glistening from eating you out. Sticking two fingers inside to bring you closer to your climax, and you were quick to hit it. Gripping onto his hand that was sliding in and out of you, helping you ride your high out. "that was good huh?" He smiled up at you. giving him a tired nod, he slipped his fingers out of you and sat up. Kissing your lips before sticking his fingers in your mouth to taste yourself, he was different from any other men you've slept with. No man would do this, besides sunghoon apparently. He took his fingers out of your mouth after you sucked them clean, praising you softly as he pulled his boxers down. Slapping his dick on your pussy, "you ready?" You nodded. He entered slowly, groaning out while you pulled him down to hold onto him. Clawing on his back, when he fully bottomed out you realized he was huge. Like 6 inches huge. Sliding back out just to thrust back in, he kept his quite fast pace while you rambled about something he wasn't paying attention to. only thing he was focused on was how good you felt around him, almost too good. "fuck, gonna cum soon if you keep clenching like that" he moaned out, kissing your cheek as he whined and moaned in your ear. "sunghoon" you sighed out, "yeah baby?" he answered. Lifting himself up, keeping his hands on your tits as you rambled about how good he felt. "I know love" he hummed back, sliding out. "doggy style baby" you were quick to get into the position and he was quick to slide right back in, you felt him deeper than you did just a few seconds ago. Arms already weak, making sunghoon hold you up. He was hitting places you didn't even know he could hit, "already fucked out?" He snickered, his hand snaking up to your neck to apply pressure. you immediately felt yourself let go and cum, "i-im cumming" you whined out, holding onto his arm. "I know" He replied, letting you go to fall onto the bed. fucking you harder than he already was, "gonna cum inside n ruin you for every other man" he grunted in your ear,trying to chase his own high. "fuck, taking it so well. who fucks you the best?" He moaned, "y-you" you were extremely sensitive, you felt another climax coming. it came too fast to even warn sunghoon, all he felt was tons of juice on his abs and hips. "Holy shit you just squirted" he spoke in pure shock, still fucking you as he praises you. you were a mess, tears were streaming down your cheeks as sunghoon finally came inside, "m' cumming pretty" he sighed out as he came, rocking his hips slowly. "you did so good for me baby" he slid out and kneeled down, he was quick to latch onto your pussy to clean you up. "w-wait sunghoon" you gasped out, "I'm almost done love" he reassured you, he was right. He had fully cleaned you up and laid down beside you, holding you softly. placing kisses on your face, both of you falling asleep

Friday 10:13 am

yeah. His back does look hot with a bunch of scratch marks. "does your back hurt?" You asked, embarrassed from how many there are. "nah, even if it did I think it would be worth it" he smiled as he poured coffee for you, kissing your forehead and placing a arm around your waist. maybe Jake was right, after all his advice did get sunghoon here.

[wandasgf]

STREAM IN PROGRESS. mdni. 18+.

pairings: streamer ! wanda maximoff + f ! reader

summary: surely working your girlfriend up while she's on stream won't be too bad, will it?

warnings: dom!top!wanda, sub!bottom!reader, reader has long hair for the plot, hair pulling, mommy kink, this is pretty soft tbh, slight dacryphilia, exhibitionism

wc: 1.7k~

"You guys want my girlfriend on stream?" Wanda laughs as she reads comments, the sound soft and melodic. "Are you getting tired of me already?" Her tone is teasing, and it's part of the reason she's gained such a following. Her change in demeanor over the years has allowed her to gain a bit of a loyal following, going from stoic and cursing under her breath while playing games such as Valorant and Apex Legends to joking around and being more carefree while playing, sometimes those same games, but also some not so competitive titles like Resident Evil and Outlast.

(Occasionally Fall Guys, but she thinks that might ruin her image).

She turns her head to look at you, raising a perfectly manicured hand and motioning for you to come closer. "Well, let's give the audience what they want. Though, we don't have another chair, so you're going to have to settle for my lap. What a pity." She tilts her head slightly and a small smirk graces her lips.

Another thing that's helped her gain popularity is just how bold she's willing to be. Well, that and her audience seems to love her girlfriend and how cute the two of you are together.

"We really should get another one, considering how often I have to 'settle for your lap',” you hum, settling down sideways in your girlfriend's lap, legs thrown across her thighs and arm around her shoulder so as to not completely block her from the camera.

"Well, let's not be too hasty,” Wanda murmurs as she leans up to capture your lips in a soft kiss, smiling against them. You're interrupted by the sound of Wanda’s character dying and she pulls away with a groan, "look what you did, you little brat," she teases, "distracting me like that..." She clicks her tongue in faux annoyance, “you guys ask for her to come on stream and the first thing that happens is me dying. Do you all like to see me suffer?”

The stream continues on like this, with Wanda’s teasing and banter between her and the audience as well as between you and her, until Wanda is bidding goodbye to the audience and turning off her camera in favor of focusing on you. Unbeknownst to the audience, you had been teasing your girlfriend almost since the moment you appeared on camera, the webcam doesn’t show anything below your girlfriend’s chest, so what’s the harm in having a little fun? Sure, you’d probably get punished for it later, but that was something you could worry about when the time came.

-

It had taken every ounce of patience and self control that Wanda had not to just end the stream early when your fingers somehow found their way under her shirt, nails raking across her skin, and then beneath the waistband of her sweats, playing with the band of her panties and slipping even lower, lower, until she grabbed your wrist and dug her nails into your soft skin. A warning to behave yourself, and so you did, for a few minutes anyway, and then you were back to the teasing touches. It wasn’t your fault she wouldn’t scold you on camera, and if you got her worked up enough maybe she’d skip the punishment altogether.

And you were right, because right now all she could really focus on was your weight in her lap and the fire that your fingertips left behind, the teasing touches getting bolder now that the camera was off. And then she feels your hand slip beneath the waistband of her sweats and she sees that look in your eyes, the one that tells her you think you’ve gotten away with something you wouldn’t usually. Your eyes are almost shining, it's actually quite cute, she thinks. Perhaps she should punish you right now, she’d given you a clear warning to behave yourself, it’s not her fault you just can’t listen to her.

Wanda catches your wrist once more, “Do you never learn?” Her tone is calm as she takes your arm and twists it behind your back, using it as a means to turn you around and push you over, barely giving you enough time to react and catch yourself against her desk with your free arm.

Luckily you do, bracing yourself against the hard surface with your forearm, a bloody nose for that reason would be quite embarrassing. “Do you take pleasure in disobeying me like that? In disobeying Mommy, hm?” You bite your lip as she stands from her chair, watching her movements through her reflection in the now blank computer monitor as you shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? So if I checked right now you wouldn’t be making a mess of yourself? Of course not, you’d never lie to me,” she answers her own question and laughs as if she’s waving the idea off, of course you wouldn’t, and then her fingers are tangled in your hair, harshly tugging you upward and leaning down just the slightest bit, “Would you, baby?”

You let out a whine in response, her other hand is still holding your arm behind your back, keeping you pressed down and making your back arch. The strain on your hair wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t unwelcome either. “Stop it, that hurts,” you huff, avoiding the question, but it just makes Wanda tug harder, clicking her tongue, “that’s not what I asked you.”

Wanda revels in the whimper you give her in response, looking down at you in the reflection of the monitor like you were prey she was waiting to swallow whole. She wishes she had the resolve to properly punish you, to keep you tied up and unable to touch her as she busied herself with household chores, perhaps even running out to get groceries while she has you begging for her not to leave you alone. She almost frowns at that last part, when did she become so terrible that she’d do anything to see your pretty eyes filled with tears?

Instead she takes pity on you, the way your eyes are beginning to gloss over, tears stinging at the edges and threatening to fall from the harsh grip she kept on your hair has her starting to feel dizzy. She just can’t help it, you looked so pretty like this. She lets go of her grip on your arm and you immediately move it to aid your other arm in bracing yourself against the desk, easing the strain on your hair just the slightest bit. She slips a hand beneath your panties and palms your ass.

One of her favorite things was that you never felt obligated to wear pants when it was just the two of you alone, simply opting for a long sweater or shirt with your panties.

Her hand wanders down, pinching the fat of your thigh and laughing when it results in a yelp. “Wanda, just touch me already!” You whine, trying to push back against her. “Patience.” she hums, letting go of your hair and you let your head drop, hair falling down and framing your face. Though she does drag her fingertips over your clothed cunt, cooing when she feels the wet spot on your panties. “Is this why you’re being a brat, hm? Need Mommy to ease the ache between your thighs?” Her tone is teasing, but her fingers rub soft circles against your clit, just enough pressure to pull a soft moan from between your lips.

“So sensitive…” Wanda muses to herself, using her free hand to pull your panties to the side. She'll skip the teasing for now, wants to work you up first, have you drooling all over her fingers before she pulls everything away. She runs her fingers through your folds, gathering some of your slick and dipping a finger inside of your drooling hole. “Please.” your tone is pleading, wanting nothing more than for her to sink her lithe fingers into your cunt.

It feels like Wanda had been teasing you for hours even though she had only just started touching you, and wasn’t teasing at all. Perhaps thinking about your girlfriend fucking you throughout the entire stream was not your brightest idea, your attempt to tease her had accidentally gotten you all worked up.

You push back against her, trying to get her to sink her finger deeper. “So impatient.” she chuckles, pulling her finger out altogether, resulting in a whine of protest from you, before suddenly sinking her middle and index fingers into your tight heat.

You gasp in response, biting down on your bottom lip to stifle your moans, hands curling into fists as you support yourself on your forearms, having nothing to grab onto. “You really are sensitive, did all that teasing today get you worked up, baby? Did that silly little brain of yours start thinking a little too hard?” If you were in any other position you’re sure you’d bite back with a snarky comment, but you just can’t, not with the way Wanda’s fingers are thrusting into you, curling to hit just the right spot and make you see stars.

Wanda almost rolls her eyes, bringing her free hand up to fist your hair once more, gripping it at the end and looping it around her wrist, tugging harshly near your scalp and bringing you flush against her front, ”I believe I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

You whimper in response, the strain on your hair making tears prick at your eyes, threatening to fall. When your girlfriend prompts your response once more with a slight tug, the tears spill over no matter how hard you try to stop them. “T–Technically, you asked two,” you bite back weakly.

“Brat.” Wanda rolls her eyes, pushing you down and letting her tight grip on your hair fall looser. She feels you clench around her fingers at the harsh treatment and she grins, predator-like, before pulling her fingers out and swiftly landing a slap to your sensitive clit. “Mommy!” you choke on a moan, jolting forward, torn between begging her to hit you again or for her fingers. Your fingernails dig into your palms as your fists tighten around nothing.

“Do you think you can be a good girl for me?” Wanda asks, starting to grope you and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your cheek before using the hand in your hair to properly gather it into her fist, holding it in a makeshift ponytail and finally relieving the strain you were feeling. “Because if you’re not,” she tugs harshly once more, causing you to whimper, “I have no problem giving you a proper punishment.”

[st4rreid]

well behaved padawan

mdni 18+

summary: you had been acting in like a brat all day, pushing Anakin to his limits until he had enough.

warnings: smutty smut smut, fem/ afab reader, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, swearing, p in v, power imbalance, edging/ orgasm denial, praise, degradation, teeny bit of aftercare, creampie, probably more but i’m tired.

A/N: iz actually posting for once??? drinking wine brings out the whore in me so i was possessed to write this.

wc: 1.5k

You know Anakin prefers a compliant padawan, pounding you into submission when the council smites him, or when missions don’t go exactly how he wants. Every now and again however, you can’t help but to act out, and get under that pretty tanned skin of his, and that’s exactly what you had been doing all day, rolling your eyes and sighing when he spoke, dragging your feet as you walked behind him through the temple, making lousy blocks when he lifted his saber at you in training.

Truthfully you didn’t know why you were in such a bratty mood, but you reasoned that you had just been too well behaved as of late and he should have to put in some work for once.

You knew when he pulled you into his quarters he’d be making you sorry for your actions.

"What's wrong Ani?" you purred, running your hands through his hair and tugging gently. “I know we’ve had a long day.”

Anakin's eyes darkened with desire. Almost always, he would take charge, but today, after your behavior he had something a little extra in mind. He sensed a challenge in your eyes, a playful sparkle that hinted at trouble.

"Get off me, brat," he growled, his hands going to grip at your thighs. "You know very well that your behavior today warrants a punishment.”

"Aw, come on, Ani," you cooed, leaning forward so that your nipples brushed against his chest. "I just want to make you feel good. Isn't that what good girls do?"

With a swift move, Anakin pushed you onto the bed, caging you between his arms. "Not this time, little slut. This time, I want you to beg. Beg me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours."

A mischievous glint met your eyes, your inner brat bubbling back to the surface. "Oh, really? And what if I don't want to?" You pushed him away, "Maybe I'll just go find someone else to scratch this itch. Obi-wan looked really really good toda-" *smack* you were interrupted by a harsh backhand across your face, head careering to the right.

Anakin's eyes narrowed, his possessiveness bubbling to the surface. "Oh, you think you can play that game, do you?" He closed the gap between you, his tall, muscular frame intimidating, yet incredibly attractive. "You forget who's in charge here, princess."

"Who's in charge?" you taunted, cheek stinging, yet not quite ready to submit. "I don't see anyone in charge here except me. And right now, I'm feeling very much in control."

Anakin's gaze darkened, and you could see the desire burning in his eyes. He placed his hands on your waist, tugging closer. "You want to play it that way, huh? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you when it becomes too much for you.”

"You like being a naughty girl, don't you? Teasing me, playing with fire. Well, let's see how well you handle it."

You gasped as he pinned you against the wall, his mouth crashing down on yours in a hungry kiss. You melted into him, your brattish façade slipping as your need for him took over. His kiss was demanding, possessive, and it sent shivers down your spine.

His hands roamed your body, removing your robes as well as his as he went, cupping your breasts, tugging at your nipples, making you whimper into his mouth. Then, sliding his hand down your stomach, to the apex of your thighs, his fingers seeking the heat of your sopping core.

"Somebody's wet baby? It’s pathetic, like she’s crying for me, huh?" he crooned, his breath hot against your ear. "Did thinking about being a bad girl turn you on? Did you touch yourself, imagining it was my hand between your legs?"

you whimpered, head falling back as his fingers teased your clit. "No... I... I wanted you," you gasped, your body thrumming with need.

"Wanted me, huh?" Anakin said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Well, you’re gonna have to wait a little longer first ok? I can’t go around rewarding bad behavior.”

With that, he swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of lust and dominance.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he placed you, stomach down across his legs, hands roaming the curves of your ass. “Count.” he spat.

Feeling brave you rushed to start counting, before he could hand you the intended punishment. “one, two, three, fo- fuck!” you shrieked the painful stinging being more than you anticipated. “Feel like behaving yet?” he questions, and you can practically feel the smug smirk he's sure to have. You shake your head and let out a tiny “nuh-uh” that comes out more as a whimper as tears start to prickle at your lash line.

He raises his hand again and you tense in anticipation, needy hole clenching as he delivers another equally as mean smack. “T-two” you choke out, tears now freely falling down your face and onto the plush mattress beneath you. “There's my good girl again” Anakin coos, letting his dominant exterior fade for just a second as he strokes the reddened flesh.

His dominance quickly returns to the surface, as he delivers an ever so slightly softer hit to your hind. “Three” you sob, knuckles turning white as you clench your little fists together.

“Two more, pretty girl. You can do that for me right?” he croons, amused by how a few good spanks can completely dissolve your bratty display. You whimper a little “yes” between deep breaths to prepare yourself for the next one.

“Four!” you cry, cursing under your breath. Not wanting to delay any further, Anakin delivers the last firm hit to you. “Fuck-five!” you shout relieved that the onslaught of spankings was over.

Anakin soothes his hands over the new marks he had left, thoroughly enjoying his own handywork.

"Now, be a good girl, get on the bed and spread those pretty legs for me," he said, his voice low and husky.

Your bratty exterior had completely melted away, replaced by a needy, wanton whore. you did as you were told, spreading your legs wide, exposing your sopping pussy to him.

Anakin's eyes devoured the sight before him. "Such a pretty sight," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance, tip grazing your soaked folds. "You ready for me, baby?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "Please, Anakin. I need you. Now."

With one swift thrust, he entered you, bottoming out. You cried out, in short broken gasps, your legs twitching as you took his whole length, the stretch was uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant, and almost completely eclipsed by the satisfaction of being so full. He began to move, his hips snapping as he plunged in and out of your tight heat.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs as he pounds into you. “Your tight little pussy was made for my cock."

You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through you. "Please... right there... Oh God!"

His thrusts became more urgent, his body slick with sweat as he drove into you again and again. Your hips bucking up to meet his in perfect synchronicity. The room was filled with the sounds of your combined passion—the slapping of skin, ragged breaths combined, and your moans of pleasure.

"I'm close... so close," you panted, your body tensing as an orgasm built within the pit of your stomach.

With the admission of your impending orgasm, Anakin’s hips stilled, that cocky, knowing smirk plastered on his face. “Hm I don’t know baby.” he croons “I still haven’t forgotten your insolence.”

Your chin started to wobble. Tormented by his throbbing cock still buried deep within, angry red tip weeping inside.

“‘m sorry! Please, just let me!” you cried out, thick, hot tears sliding down your face.

He resumes his movements, this time deliciously slow, allowing you to feel every vein along his length. “Are you going to misbehave again like you did today?” he smirks, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants; a whiny mess, broken and needy.

You shake your head, tears freely flowing down your face, “ ‘m not, no. never again.” you grip onto him tighter, surely leaving little crescent marks, on the taught skin of his shoulders.

“Promise me baby, y’know I hate not giving you what you want” liar, he’s found this process entirely satisfying, but he doesn't want you to know that yet, not when you've taken his condescension so sweetly.

“Please Ani, i- I promise.” with your verbal pledge he kisses away the sweetly salty tears coating your face before returning to pound into you.

"Cum for me, baby," Anakin growled, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel that tight pussy milking my cock."

Your body shook as an intense orgasm ripped through you, walls clenching tightly around his shaft. "Anakin! Oh fuck!"

Feeling your orgasm, Anakin let go, his own release crashing over him. "Fuuuck!" he grunted, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his hot sticky cum.

Collapsing onto you, he kissed you deeply, their sweaty bodies still joined together. "Gods, baby," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. You hazily smiled, still vibrating from the intensity of your orgasm. “You’re all sweaty Ani, and heavy. We need to shower.” Anakin hummed, still not ready to move “just five minutes like this princess.”

[pursuitseternal]

“Wrath:” an update to “Seven Devilish Sins”

Ascended Fiend Raphael x F!Reader | E | 2K

🔥🎨 by @marimosalad

Summary: Doomed, detected, and caught… He has you in his clutches, bony and monstrous as the Ascended Fiend pins you to make you feel his wrath

CW: Dub!con, Monster Fuqqing, predator/prey, size difference, knotting, breeding, but reader is into it, knife play (mild violence), purring Fiend…

Ao3 link | Raphael masterlist

He had said… down come the claws…. He had called you mouse…

You should have known better. Snooping around his House, as if you would go undetected in the home of a devil. And this devil in particular, he seemed so obviously fixated on you, fascinated by you… maybe his favorite mortal for some time.

Favorite morsel for some time.

Prey. That’s all you are now.

You hear the sizzling of hellfire, the thwacking of his great plated tail behind him. You know you’d die of fright if you open your eyes. You know your mortal heart would stop on sight. At the sight.

Of this monster, this fiend, that closes in on you and backs you against the wall of his entrance chamber.

He was supposed to be fair dealing, level headed in his contacts, this Raphael… but you did the one thing to set his temper ablaze, coming into his home… trying to steal his things…

Disturbing the order of a devil and violating his trust, not to mention your deal….

Now, three sets of eyes glow in the flickering heat, the drag of claws on the tiles coming inexorably closer until you feel the singeing steam of his breath on your face.

He stinks of charcoal and sulfur. Gone the sweetness of cherries and the sharpness of citrus to mask it all.

It violates your nose, assaults your senses.

Then, you make the single mistake of cracking one eye lid…

Bony and horrific, three faces in one disgusting skill glare at you, three tongues clean three maws… not all at once. Your eyes dart to follow each jaw as it unhinges, each pink tongue as it licks the bony mandible only to snap shut in rapid succession.

Then, you hear him speak… lower, like rocks grinding in an avalanche. He grumbles your name…. “My lost little mouse… that couldn’t escape my house…. Oh what to do with you, I wonder….”

A strange sort of clacking reverberates before you, as you realize he’s… laughing.

“You know… the old adage about playing with fire…” something hot, searing, wraps around your middle. His tail. Flames licking through the skeletal weave of his black bony exterior. “One is bound to get burned.”

Pain wracks your body as it’s lifted by that coil around your belly as he hoists you up and slams you against the wall. That center face presses against your pulse point, and you feel him smelling you.

Scenting you.

“I’ve been watching you, waiting for you… and now… you came into the devil’s lair, spoiling for a fight, and finally… you’re going to give the devil his due.”

That wash of breath on your skin steals the air from your lungs, a shakey, trembling exhale is all you have to offer in reply. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him. That smarmy devil, dark hair and eyes entirely replaced by this… You shudder as you take him in. All of him. This magnificent fiend. His devilishly handsome mortal veil, you didn’t trust, the Cambion was more interesting, but this…

“Hells,” you aptly curse as you feel the heat from his form melting into your flesh. “Raphael…” his name is barely more than a tickle as it scratches your throat, unwantedly slipping out.

You see his hideous head cock to one side, yellow eyes wreathed in flame wandering over your form, where he’s pinned you to the wall.

“The very same. The devil is ready to collect his due, and of course, there are many ways to be paid…” his deep voice chortles. Feeling you twitching in his grip, his fleshless nostrils sniffing as his heads press lower… lower… until that center head is snug against the apex of your thighs.

“Fuck…” you breath, but it’s enough. Your body does the rest of the effort to betray you as your press your thighs together for relief, hot and wet in your core and not from the heat of the hells.

That grinding laughter echoes again. “You should not smell so enticing while facing down your judgment and my wrath, little mouse.” The bony edges of his face rub into your belly, the cloth of your leathers tearing easily away from your flesh in gashes.

So easy. So thin. So dangerous. Monstrous.

Your hand fumbles at your hip, some last ditch effort at survival. Hilt in hand, your instincts react before your mind, driving that blade into his chest.

It looks so small the tip barely wedged in his ribs of blacked bone.

And he only laughs harder; one clawed hand lifts from your supple flesh to close around your shaking grip on the weapon.

Then he pushes, driving it into his body, all three maws gaping in a deep and guttural groan. “Oh… an excellent idea, little mouse. An amusing attempt at defense… if entirely futile.”

You gasp, jaw dropped as you can feel his heartbeat through the blade, the metal warming in your fist as you use it to hold yourself up.

But then the fiend only closes his clutches around you and moans… head arching back with the pleasure-pain as he purrs, “Oh, I didn’t know you planned such an exquisite introduction.” He levels those three faces at you again, yellow eyes of flame glinting with sadistic glee.

“Do it again…” he growls. “No hesitancy this time, little mouse. Stab me, cut me, maim me… wound me like you mean it.” His clawed hand grips around your own holding the weapon, pulling it back out.

Your jaw drops, as you scan his form. His dilated eyes, his heaving, bleeding chest, even something hard and copiously hot prods between your legs into the gusset of your leathers.

Raphael chuckles, grinding that hard heat up into you. “Do not insult me with leniency. You came into my house, you sought to end the master… finish your task and savor my wrath. Thrust!” he growls, one maw of his face opening and rolling out its tongue to lap at the sweat on your neck.

Your body obeys, but only because you loved the noise he made as the blade bit flesh. You press the dagger to his chest, locking eyes with the beast that pins you to the wall, and you thrust inside his chest slowly. Your own wanton moan slips from your mouth as you feel the blade sink into his flesh and your own body shiver with need.

That makes him both freeze and… hum. “Oh… little mouse, if I had known the sort of predator you would seek, I would have come with my contract, my offer for you in my maw.”

“Perhaps I would have accepted you… perhaps not,” you somehow manage to find a hint of wit through the veil of your fear and the shroud of your lust. “Guess we will never know.”

His monstrous laugh rumbles and shakes your bones as his cock grinds up your pelvis, its large, weeping head already past your navel. “Perhaps you wish to indulge in my wrath?” his voice almost echoes threefold as he grinds against you, as his tail wraps around your stomach and tightens.

You raise your head, lips parted as you try to wet them. “How wrathful are you?” you seem to whisper and purr at once…

…as if the idea excites you.

“Mmm, very…” he pants, thrusting against you, humping you faster, “very… wrathful.”

His claws reach for your waistband, making quick work of your leathers, the fabric parting to bare your soft, supple and very mortal flesh. He drags you higher up the wall, tail lifting you until your hips are at his eye level… his mouth level.

Three tongues slide from bony jaws, trailing steaming, scalding hot spittle up both your thighs and the thickest laves right through your dripping seam. A flurry of curses leave your lips, but none are sufficient to really convey just how good it feels. They lick and swirl and circle, everywhere all at once… and you curse again, knowing your body is his and your soul is damned for this bliss. Then you whimper his name, “Raphael…”

Lapping his maws, he lifts his head. With that bony mane of horns and tusks so close to your face, you’re more nervous to lose an eye than anything. It’s all too close for comfort. You press a kiss on the bleached white of his muzzle.

He grows impossibly hot, engulfing you in that inferno, making you sweat until your top sticks and clings to your curves and breasts. Then you hear your name in his unholy voice. His hips shift, that thick, blunted head of this cock now pushes against your cunt. The way you are soaked in sweat and… other things, it makes you blush with unabashed need and flush with desire.

“Go on then, devil,” you goad him, smiling and pulling him by the bony tusk of his face to kiss him. “Give me your judgment, condemn me to your wrath….”

“Music to my ears,” he replies dangerously fast before holding you tight and thrusting into you. It burns so deliciously, hips splitting to take him in.

You scream, not in terror or pain, but in the blissful pressure it is to be filled. Your mind races through your encounters with the devil before, ones rife with tension and flirtation, hints of desire and mutual lust, ones that always left you suddenly cold and aching for more.

And now, you have more, more than you thought you ever could handle. He pushes deep inside you, and, hanging your head, you gasp. Your eyes well with blissful tears to see just how much of him is still… unsheathed between your thighs.

Your nose fills with the scent of flame and sulfur, your body dripping with sweat so close to those flames that lick and dance beneath the cages of black winding bone of his body. With every thrust, your body opens, every press of him inside you he chuffs threefold in your face. You lift your head, breathless from the pressure and pain as you meet those unholy eyes.

“Mine…” he growls, hips snapping harder, his breath beating down at you as he pants with every thrust. Your walls would clench if they could do more than take his massive size inside you. You’re already so hot, the inferno of lust and pleasure tightens in your belly. “My mouse, my quarry, my prey.”

Any thought of contracts or purloined treasure are fucked from your thoughts. All is fire on your skins and in your cunt, and you struggle to breath as you feel the ridges raise along the width of his cock as he grows more insistent and sloppy.

Close to his orgasm.

You whine at the friction, at the foreign drag between your thighs, inside your belly. It sends you careening into climax, your screams echoing louder than the shrill whine of the souls bound to this place.

A roar above you from his middle-maw and his tail clenches hard and fast, almost cutting off your air supply. It’s steaming. Scalding. Hot inside you. His cum pulses and pushes to fill you, those ridges of his cock gripping into your walls and locking him in place, even as he gives a few final, deep-driving thrusts.

“Hells…” the curse leaves your lips before you can prevent the irony. Then, you look up with wide eyes at the sound that comes from the fiend before you. In you.

A strange noise settles in his throat. A low rumble. A laugh… that gives way to something gentle. Soft. As if he’s… purring.

“Such a good little mouse, a delicious morsel to submit to my wrath. Why… I have half a mind to keep you,” he growls his words even as he purrs still, the vibrations shaking your chest. “But there are many ways to… negotiate such an arrangement. You’ll have one final deal from me before it’s over.”

His lipless faces smile. “And I advise you to take it when it comes, my mouse.”

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[nights-legacy]

Long Locks & Soft Moments - Shiggy x Reader

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+ A rare soft moment with Tomura where he's playing video games and you can't help but play with his hair.

Days have been quiet for a while. Everyone had been laying low for a while. A lot of the league had been injured to the point that there was no choice but to take rest. Including Tomura and myself. Tomura and I had hid out at a little place I had in a quiet part of the city.

I woke up from a nap on a rainy day. I could hear Tomura in the room with me along with the muted sounds of some war game I couldn't place. I rolled over and saw him sitting next to the bed with his back to me with his headset on.

"Idiots..." I heard him mutter. I smiled at his quietness. Normally, he is very loud when gaming but he was being quiet for me. I laid there comfortably and just watched him. I watched as his fingers flew around his controller. He was so focused. I couldn't see his face but I zeroed in on the movement of his hair. It has gotten so long. I just wanted to play with it.

"Mmm." I hummed as I stretched a bit. I propped my head up on my hand and looked at the time. It was nearly 7pm and I knew he wouldn't have eaten yet.

"Damn." He suddenly snapped. I saw him flinch at his own volume. I stayed silent and quickly laid back down and closed my eyes. I heard a sigh of relief leave him and kept myself from laughing.

I slowly sat up and crawled up behind him. I settled down behind him. I gently ran my hands up his shoulders to his neck, pulling his silvery hair back. He jumped and cursed under his breath.

"Jeez, you scared me." He looked back at me. He pushed the headset off of one ear. "Did you sleep well and did I wake you?"

"Yes I slept well and no you didn't wake me." I leant down and nosed the nape of his neck before kissing it. I felt his hand cup my head and he kissed the side of my head. "Are you playing co-op?"

"No." I nodded and straightened up. I gently slipped his headset off and turned them off. The sound of the game filled the room and Toma quickly turned it down a little bit. I began to brush the knots out of his hair with my fingers.

"Let me know if I pull too hard." I said softly.

"Why? You know I like that." I scoffed and he chuckled. We sat in silence as I played with hair. I heard soft sounds coming from him. At one point he had to pause his game before he melted into my touch. I giggled at him.

"Your hair has gotten so long." I mumbled as I began to massage and scratch his head. He groaned out loud and I smiled. He set aside his controller and laid his arms back on the bed.

"Fuck, baby. Maybe I should keep it this long if you do this more often." I bit my lip at his moans. His voice was raspier than normal, sending shivers down my spine. I reached forward and cupped his chin, taking his head back.

"Simmer down, boy." I kissed him. He cupped the back of my head, holding me to him. I finally got to pull away and went back to playing with his hair. I began to part the strands and French braided his hair. I tied it off and leant back to admire my work.

"You're very distracting." He said. I chuckled and began to rub his shoulders. Another guttural groan escaped his lips.

"Go back to your game. I'm going to go get us some food. I know you haven't eaten." I went to get up but in a fast movement, I was on my back with Tomura on top of me.

"Not so fast. I want a little more attention from you." He whispered into my ear. I gasped as he ravaged my neck. I grabbed onto his shirt. I felt the end of his braid that had fallen over his shoulder tickling my chest and giggled.

"Tomura..." I tilted my head to give him more room. He leant on his forearms on either side of me, caging me in. He wedged a leg between my thighs.

"Fuck baby." He pressed his knee into the apex of my thighs. I groaned, pressing the back of my hand to my mouth. I hooked my leg that wasn't pinned beneath him around his waist. I rocked against his leg.

"All because I played with your hair?" I huffed as he pulled away. I reached up and lightly tugged on the braid. He groaned and closed his eyes.

"Anything you do could, to be honest." He huffed before snaking his arm under my back. He went to arch my back while I kissed his neck but he accidentally caught some stitches on my side. I gasped in pain against his neck.

"Shit." He quickly put me back down and pulled back. He shimmied up my shirt to check the wound.

"Damn. It's bleeding a bit." He was up and off the bed in a nano-second. He came back into the room with some supplies. I sat up so he could clean it. We sat in silence for a bit until the sound of his stomach rumbling. I turned to look at him.

"Told ya."

"Shut up." He grumbled with a roll of his eyes but he had a smile on his face. "Let me finish and we'll get some food. You've been tired a lot lately, I didn't want to wake you up."

"Okay." I said softly as I watched him. He poked his tongue out in concentration, and I giggled, twirling the end of his braid between my fingers. This was something that nobody has ever seen. He may be the worst villain out there, but right here, he was just your soft, loving man.

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[ginasbaby]

Regina x determined reader? Like regina being queen b usually is the one to pursue her hook ups but this time reader asks her out and she's like " sweet heart you couldn't impress me" and readers like " bet, Cady hold my beer" and just dates the shit out of regina. Lol.

A chance?

Warnings; nothing, blood, drunkness, silly y/n, mentions of sex

A/n: I enjoyed this one, finally back after my slump loll, hope you enjoy this!

Y/n’s pov;

I waited patiently for Cady to finish her makeup; I went for a more natural look, not being a really big fan of makeup has its goods sides (and bad sides)… but we’re not here to talk about that. I actually don’t even know why I’m going to this party…..

Flashback

‘Haha. Hilarious you are Cady.’ The blonde devil said, ‘Who are you even talking about?’

‘Oh, uh, Umm.’ She tried to reply being awkward as ever, ‘My friend, Y/n L/n’

‘Well, Cady, you and her, should come to my party!’ She exclaimed, ‘Your friend, uhm, whatever her name was, sounds fun!’

Back to present

Right…. That’s how. Whatever, we’re leaving soon anyway. So many people told me to not fall for the blonde apex predator, but have you seen her. It’s impossible not to. I wonder what she’s wearing tonight, I wonder if I look hot enough for her, I wonder if she’ll…

‘Y/n, hello?’ Cady clicks her fingers in my face. ‘Our cab is here.’

‘Right yeah.’ I walk behind her, I wonder who she likes, I mean she did say Aaron but my gaydar is popping off, maybe Regina, no Regina isn’t gay; right? Whatever, let’s just get this party over with.

Time skip

3rd pov;

Cady and y/n made it into the house. It was really cramped; but then Cady spotted Janis and decided to go over to her. ‘Wonder why she’s here’ y/n thought. But being pushed next to someone made her snaps out of her thoughts.

‘Hey watch where you’re-‘ Regina started, ‘Wait, are you y/n l/n. Cady has told me so much about you.’

The blonde goddess stood in front of the short masc. She was like 6-7 inches taller than her, but still not intimidating. ‘Yep, that’s me haha,’ the 5’3 girl said (sorry tall queens 😭😭) awkwardly.

‘Hey guys. Let’s play truth or dare!’ Some random guy asked. Most people said yes but the plastics (pretty sure they’re a power throuple) obviously all said no. Of course y/n and Cady played though.

Y/n’s pov;

Okay, truth or dare isn’t so bad, but talking to Regina would be better, hmm, y/n George, or Uhm, Regina l/n. I don’t know which one I like more but-

‘Y/n! Truth or dare?’ A random athlete asked.

‘Uhh, dare?’ Ih god this is so embarrassing, why!

‘I dare you to make Regina George fall in love with you.’

‘Bet! Cady hold my beer’ I shoved the alcohol I was nursing into her hands.

I walked (more like stumbled) up to Regina.

‘Hey baby, do you, wanna have sex, with me’ I said, over using my hands.

‘You’re cute trying to impress me you know l/n’

‘I can impress you watch,’ I walked over to the nearest wall and kicked up into a handstand smacking my nose making it bleed.

‘Sh-shit!’ I said in between laughs’ Regina smiled at me, a genuine smile.

‘Y’know what y/n/n. Instead of hooking up, you’re pretty cute so’ she said while crouching down to holding my nose, ‘you wanna go on a date with me?’

‘Actually?’

‘Yes love, actually’ she smiled as I blushed, how could being so stupid. Lead to going on a date with the most popular person in our school.

FUTURE

That party was the best day of my life, if I didn’t go that day, I would have never dated the love of my life.

A/N; hahaha, another one I found in my drafts that was never posted, sorry again 😭, I literally just disappeared from tumblr, but thanks for being so patient ❤️

[noisydelusionlove]

Chapter 30: A Decision

Pairings: Poly141xOC 

Warnings: A/BO dynamics, dubcon, emotionally constipated characters, aggression

The base was calm in the days that followed. Too calm. Simon kept his distance, the guilt of his actions settling in his ribs like shrapnel he couldn’t dig out. Every time he thought about that flicker of fear in her eyes, that flinch when he raised his hand, it made him sick. He’d stormed off because staying meant losing what little control he had left.

Now, he kept to himself, patrolling the perimeter like a ghost in name and practice. He slept in his office, ate in silence, and didn’t train with the others. Every moment he spent away, she crept closer to the rest of the pack. He watched them sometimes, unintentionally at first. But his body had a way of leading him toward her, even when he tried to resist.

He found himself on the walkway by the common room one late afternoon. Inside, laughter and familiar voices. Hers. Aurora was curled up on the couch, legs over Gaz’s lap, a bottle of soda in her hand. Soap sat on the floor beside them, leaning against her shins, flipping through a deck of playing cards. Someone had clearly dared her to do something ridiculous—she was flushed from laughing, trying to balance a cookie on her nose.

Gaz poked her side, and she shrieked, batting his hand away with mock offense. Soap barked out a laugh so hard he choked. Simon’s hands clenched around the door jamb. They looked happy, normal. Like they belonged to one another. Like she belonged with them. And the worst part? It wasn't just jealousy that burned in his throat. It was yearning. He used to be part of that. He used to have her.

He’d been the first to touch her like that, the one she’d let inside, the one she’d called alpha, even if only for a handful of nights. And now she was laughing with Soap like it never happened. With Gaz like she’d never screamed his name in the dark. Like she hadn’t chosen him to take what no one else had touched. He turned away before they noticed, before he did something stupid. Again.

Aurora wasn’t eavesdropping. Not on purpose. She’d just come down the hall, coffee in hand, when she heard it—Johnny’s voice, sharp with emotion, followed by Ghost’s unmistakable growl.

“You’re running, Simon.”

Aurora froze just around the corner. The door to the common room was slightly ajar.

“I’m protecting her,” Ghost snapped.

“You’re abandoning her.”

Something thudded—maybe a fist against a wall. Aurora’s heart stuttered in her chest.

“You don’t get to decide what’s best for her,” Johnny continued, quieter now but no less intense. “You love her. That should be enough. But it’s not, is it? Because you think you’re dangerous. Like she doesn’t already know that and still wants you anyway.”

Aurora backed away, pulse racing. ‘Still wants you.’ Did she? She thought of his rage, his restraint, the broken look on his face when he left that night. The way he hadn’t so much as looked at her since. But also—the way he protected her, fought for her. The ache in her chest never really went away when he was gone.

She retreated to her room for almost two hours, sitting in silence with her thoughts. By the time she found Gaz and Soap in the rec room that evening, her voice shook.

“I want to fix it,” she said.

Soap blinked up at her from the couch, surprise giving way to hope. “With Ghost?”

She nodded. “I want him to know I choose him. Not because of some bond. Not because of heat or hormones. But because it’s him.”

Soap’s brow furrowed in thought before his expression shifted, half teasing, half knowing. “Do it the way your omega knows best.”

Gaz tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

Soap grinned. “Go back to the start. Do the prey hunt again. Let Ghost catch her. Let his apex take the lead—and this time, let him claim what’s already his.”

Aurora’s breath hitched. She remembered the way it felt—the chase, the surrender, the way his instincts had devoured her whole. She’d let him take her body. Maybe now it was time to let him have her scent—her bond.

“If that’s what it takes…” she whispered, pulse thrumming.

Gaz gave her a small smile. “Then let’s plan it right.”

Aurora stood outside Price’s office, heart pounding so loudly she could barely hear herself think. Her omega instincts wanted to pace, to flee—but she forced her body to still. She knocked once.

“Come in,” came Price’s low voice.

She stepped inside. Gaz and Soap were already there, seated casually, though their eyes sharpened when they saw her face. Johnny leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but alert.

Price gave her a nod. “Aurora. You alright?”

“No,” she said honestly. “But I think I know what I need.”

That got their attention.

“I want to do the prey hunt again,” she said, voice steady despite her nerves. “Like when I first gave myself to Ghost. Only this time…”

She swallowed. “I want to let him claim me. Fully. Bond me.”

Price blinked, visibly processing that. Soap let out a low whistle. “You sure, lass?”

“I’m sure. I want him. All of him. Even the parts he’s scared of.”

She looked down, then up again. “But I know he’ll never believe he’s allowed unless I show him. If I let him take me the way his apex wants.”

Gaz nodded slowly, piecing it together. “The mansion.”

Aurora nodded. “That’s where our instincts first… aligned.”

Price rubbed his jaw, thoughtful. “It’s risky. You’re triggering his apex on purpose.”

“I’m not afraid of him,” she said simply.

Johnny’s voice was soft but sure. “I can get him there.”

All eyes turned to him.

“I’m his beta,” he continued. “He listens to me—even when he doesn’t want to. If I ask him to meet me out there, he’ll come. Might grumble the whole way, but he’ll show.”

Aurora met his eyes. “Will you stay close? I want you there. He’s not just my alpha—he’s yours too.”

Johnny gave a small, knowing smile. “Wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

Price looked between them all, then leaned forward. “Alright. If we’re doing this, we do it right. We prep the mansion, make sure it’s safe. No weapons. No interruptions. Johnny, you bring him in neutral. The rest of us stay back unless something goes wrong.”

Gaz lifted a brow. “What happens if he goes full apex and she can’t ground him?”

Soap snorted. “She’ll ground him, alright.”

Price gave a half-smile. “That’s what the bond’s for.”

Aurora took a deep breath as the plan settled into place. This time, she wouldn’t run. This time, she’d let him catch her.

The mansion hadn’t seen life in months. Dust clung to corners, branches had overgrown the perimeter fence, and silence hung thick like a held breath. But as the team pulled up under moonlight, it began to stir again.

Aurora had insisted on getting there early—long before Ghost would arrive. She moved like something wild and ancient, silent in her prep. The team stayed out of her way as she stalked the halls barefoot, her scent patch gone, skin clean of synthetic suppressants. She was fully omega for the first time since her heat, and her natural scent pulsed from her like waves—sweet, heady, complex. It carried notes of submission and desire, yes—but more than anything, it hummed with anticipation.

She pressed her wrists to the stair railings, rubbed her scent into the wood of the old doors. She knelt in the entryway, dragging her scent into the rug where she knew his boots would fall. She even dipped into the garden, hiding markers of her scent between the trees—leaving a trail for him to follow.

“Like a goddamn breadcrumb trail,” Soap muttered as he watched from a window, impressed.

Aurora returned inside and glanced at Price. “You’re sure he won’t know?”

“He thinks Johnny just wants to talk. Clear the air.”

Price studied her, then softened. “You good?”

She nodded. “I want this. I want him.”

Gaz came up behind her, offering her a soft water canister and a nod of respect. “Then go hide, Little Red. Wolf’s on his way.”

Johnny drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely against his thigh as Ghost sat beside him, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

“You said this was important,” Ghost muttered.

“Didn’t think it meant dragging me to the arse-end of base in the middle of the damn night.”

Johnny smirked slightly. “It is important.”

Ghost grunted but said nothing. They passed through the heavy gates, and the moment the SUV rolled to a stop on the gravel driveway, Ghost’s body went rigid.

The scent hit him like a thunderclap. Aurora. Not just her usual restrained, muted scent. No. This was her—untamed, ripe, and waiting. His heart slammed against his ribs. She was excited. Aroused. Tempting him with everything he’d sworn to stay away from.

“What the fuck—” he growled, nostrils flaring.

Johnny smiled slowly and opened the driver’s side door. “You feel that, mate?”

Ghost shot him a warning look but didn’t speak.

His eyes scanned the house as if expecting her to leap from the shadows. But she was nowhere to be seen. Just her scent. Everywhere. He stepped out of the SUV and his knees nearly buckled. His apex roared up so fast it made him stumble, and his hands curled into fists.

She was calling him. She wanted to be hunted. His instincts didn’t ask questions. They answered. And deep inside the mansion, Aurora’s pulse raced as she felt the shift in the air—knew he had arrived. The game had begun.

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[kaiserouo]

Wow i actually have enough rendered pieces to make an art summary this year. Just barely tho

Ramble below, also template ref

Oh god where do i even start. This is the part where i reflect on myself and do nothing about it afterwards.

In thems of topics, it's mostly just apex d2 and wf. I've never made my own world and characters because most ideas that i have the motivation to make into art comes from me playing the game. Maybe that's why I don't really treat a lot of my original character as "original characters", because they're still bound to a game instead of, you know, born out of the blue i guess.

I barely did render this year... I mean, not just this year of course. I think I slightly got the hang of it these two months? At least I kinda have a pipeline that I can follow and could tolerate / fix some of my mistakes in the later stages (e.g., picking wrong colors for flat color and wanna fix it during rendering etc.). It's... kinda like OOP? Decoupling code? I think it just comes down to opening a million layers and not feeling bad about it. Anyway I think one of my improvements comes from here.

Another improvement would be the speed of doing sketches and the complexity of the lineart I can handle (idk how to say that). I need to draw comics and there would be a lot of people in there, so even if I don't practice specifically I still need to draw some human figures. The complexity part is due to me getting into warframe just because of how fucking complicated they all are. Maybe instead of lineart complexity I should say I'm comfortable drawing somewhat complex characters now without my brain overloading and immediately giving up. Still haven't drawn BT though.

That's probably all the obvious improvements I can think of. I didn't read as many books as last year, but the two main books I read last year are for perspective and anatomy, which I do find very very useful. I still often go back to check some anatomy stuff this year, and with me spam drawing comics I think I can draw human figures better than before... if I only consider proportion that is. I think I have to redo anatomy all over again especially for the muscle part. Also probably should do more real human reference practice... Well, you can probably guess why I said that at the start.

I do think the reason why I do so little rendering is because I mostly do comics. Most of my ideas have a plot and my idea list is waaaaay too long to actually color the comics. And as I feel more comfortable drawing comics I fear more when I wanna do rendering because of the skill gap I have between the two subjects. Also most of you come for silly comics so why do I do full rendered pieces anyways... Yeah, after typing that sentence I do feel wrong thinking like that. But oh well, I guess I can't escape the curse of liking to see numbers go up.

Speaking of numbers, here's some of them. Good thing I don't have to deal with Tumblr API myself.

That's... quite a lot of followers, for me. I mean I don't stay in only one fandom so I have no idea why most of you followed me. Also sorry to ultrakill fans I just don't draw a lot for that game but I see some of you liking a ton of ultrakill post and immediately follows me. Kinda felt that I baited you folks for following me tbh...

Also 3 of my top 5 posts (2234 > 1726 > 1641 > 1531 > 1321) are ultrakill and I only have 27 ultrakill art posts (a lot fewer than other games) so... um, maaaaybe you should consider unfollowing me to clean up your timeline...?

Aaand here are the note stats per month because I've already typed this much so why not just include literally everything in one post

The only thing I can analyze is that the note and post number started to lose correlation due to how much ramble shitpost I have these months.

Okay that's it. I intended to make another art summary for the lineart / unrendered art pieces, but there's just too many to choose from and I don't think you can infer more from these given that the rendered pieces already has lineart in them. Mostly.

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

still the one

Buck’s just arranged himself on the couch when Eddie comes out of the bathroom. He looks soft and tired and a little raw, his hair damp. It hurts to look at him so Buck doesn’t. 

He knows he’s not good at keeping any of this inside. Though, he did try throughout the evening, because that seemed best for Christopher. Too bad that kid is smarter and more emotionally evolved than both of them and bailed for his room right after dinner. Their son had stacked the dishes in the sink before informing them that their “vibe was off” and that he’d be in his room doing homework until it was time to play Apex with his friends. 

Thirteen is proving to be a fun age. 

Eddie had tried again, then. “I never said you did something wrong—"

Buck had cut him off, because bullshit, and Eddie needs to stop repeating that. “It doesn’t matter that you said the words ‘you didn’t do anything wrong’ because you went on to describe exactly how you think I was wrong!” 

And they were down the rabbit hole again. 

But now it’s late. The dishes are done and the kitchen is clean and bags are packed for school and work tomorrow. They’ve gone through all the motions of getting ready for bed, both checking in on Christopher even though he insists he’s too old to be tucked in these days. And there’s nothing else to busy themselves with.

Buck’s stomach roils with feeling out of place and uncomfortable somewhere that’s always felt like home. They’re married now. Buck gave up the loft months ago. There’s nowhere to run. And Buck has nothing to say that isn’t ugly and twisted up and bleeding.  

Eddie seems to have fewer qualms. “Do you need space?” 

That… Buck wasn’t expecting. “What?” 

Eddie sighs, takes a step closer. “From me. Do you need space from me tonight?”

Honestly, Buck doesn’t know what he needs. He just knows that he’s needy and clingy as a general rule and they’re already fighting and it feels sour and unwieldy in his chest to still want to be wrapped in Eddie’s arms despite all the unresolved things they said. He just knows he doesn’t want to make things worse. “I thought, uh… I assumed you might.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “Come to bed?” 

“Do you— are we—?” Buck’s not sure how to ask, but he’s definitely sure he can’t keep talking about this tonight. 

Not without saying those strangled and hurt things that he doesn’t completely mean. Probably won’t mean at all come morning. Buck knows people say you and your partner shouldn’t go to bed angry. But continuing this uphill battle when he already feels exhausted and cornered and defensive like a scared animal sounds like hell. 

Eddie answers the question even though Buck couldn’t ask. “Nah, I think we should table it. Talk tomorrow when we’ve had some time. Just…” he looks at the floor. “Could we maybe just be mad next to each other?” 

The knot of tension in Buck’s stomach lessens just a little at the thought that Eddie still wants him. Even though they’re arguing. Even though it feels like they’re talking in circles and getting nowhere. There’s something in knowing that they have more work to do, but that they don’t have to do it all tonight. That there’s time and that maybe tomorrow it’ll feel better. Less raw. Easier to communicate. 

“Yeah, okay.” Buck says finally, taking his pillow with him as he follows Eddie to his—their— bedroom. 

Buck rounds to his side of the bed, tosses the covers back. Eddie always sleeps closest to the door. At first, Buck had thought maybe it was an anxiety thing. Needing to have an exit. Had even made jokes about it whenever they slept away from home and Eddie still picked the side closer to the door. “Just in case you need to make an escape?” 

Eddie would chuckle, but say nothing, a slight blush rising in his cheeks. 

Buck marked it down as just a little quirk of Eddie’s, thought little of it. Until they visited El Paso together for the first time last summer, and Ramon made a passing comment about how he always puts himself between Helena and the door, no matter where they’re sleeping. “Anything that comes through that door would have to go through me, first.” He’d said, half joking, kissing Helena’s cheek. 

It had made Buck’s heart swell in his chest, and he’d caught Eddie’s eye just in time to see him blush again, offer a slightly sheepish grin. 

Now, it makes Buck melt a little every time they get in bed.

He’s not a small man. In fact, he’s got a few inches on Eddie and definitely more bulk. But the fact that Eddie thinks about it like that. Like Buck is something precious to be protected? Buck can’t fault him for it. It’s romantic if a little traditional. It makes Buck feel secure.

Even tonight, the steady repetition of getting into bed on their respective sides settles something in Buck. He’s still upset. He still wishes Eddie would see it his way. He still needs to find a way to explain this to Eddie in a way that he’ll understand so they can figure out how to deal with it. But they get to take a break. They get to try again tomorrow. 

They don’t get as close as they normally do, mindful of each other’s space tonight. Eddie’s facing away from him, arms pulled in when they’d usually start out sprawled over each other. But after Eddie turns off the lamp, after he settles into the mattress and pulls the covers over his shoulder, he reaches out with one foot, hooks an ankle over Buck’s calf. “I love you.” 

That knot untangles just a little bit more. “Love you, too.” Buck replies, shifts the leg Eddie’s snagged a little closer to the middle of the bed. “See you in the morning.” 

It’s a promise. An offered touch of legs under the blankets of his own. It’s not everything. But it’s enough.

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[ya-killin-me-smalls]

hi ! I dont know if any of these sound interesting ? but im tossing them over to you !!

- deimos and hank adopting some sort of nevadian critter to which doc HEAVILY disapproves (and reluctantly ends up letting stay because. deimos and hank puppydog eyes)

-sanford teaching deimos how to fish :] maybe results in deimos just outright jumping into the water and scaring all the fish away 😭

- doc getting a little handsy with hank during one of the times he's repairing him after a mission

- hear me out . hear me out . doc and tricky forced accomplices when a mission gets tight, doc finds him less insufferable than he thinks and they're just. casual friends that talk abt medical stuff now

- sanford and deimos helping each other with their chronic pains after the events of purgatory

- poker night. go wild /silly

anon I need you to know how long I've been thinking about the critter idea. finally got it done and it was so much fun to write. below the cut

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Hank doesn't like Deimos, plain and simple. The kid is loud, annoying, and unruly, and Hank doesn't know how he manages to keep getting roped into babysitting. He glances up from the deconstructed rifle on the ground before him and watches off in the distance as Deimos stalks towards a flock of birds, crouched down low and moving with the slow precision of an apex predator.

It's laughable, the idea that Deimos could be anything but his nature. Doc insists that he'll grow out of it, that he'll learn some impulse control eventually and be able to integrate with the rest of humanity.

Deimos lunges forward. Hank can't see through the dust that kicks up but he knows the kid got one. He always does. Hank focuses back on his gun, scraping weeks' worth of carbon buildup off the bolt carrier with a metal pick.

Doc is out of his mind. He thinks he can take on the Agency while raising a 10-year-old that runs around killing small animals for sport at every opportunity. And Maker forbid Hank suggests he get his priorities straight. The Agency should come first. Nevada should come first. His little bastard clone should be an afterthought in the grand scheme of things, but Doc won't hear it.

Footsteps approach rapidly, Hank mentally bracing himself for what would be the fifth idiotic conversation of the morning.

"Hey! Hey, Hank!" Deimos calls, skidding to a halt a few feet away. His hands and chin are covered in blood, staining the collar of his t-shirt. "You got a sec?"

Hank stares at him for a moment, unmoving. "No," he deadpans, setting the bolt carrier down anyway.

"Aw c'mon! I just need like, 2 minutes and that's it, I promise!" Deimos whines, rocking on his heels, practically buzzing with energy. "It's- I got something cool to show you but you gotta get up."

He's not getting out of this without a long argument that'll last longer than just humoring him. Hank sighs, shoulders sagging as he stares at the porch roof above him, counting down from 10. Annoying. "Make it quick," he says as he stands, letting Deimos grab his wrist with his bloody little hand and drag him out into the hot desert sun.

"D'you know what all these are from?" Deimos asks as he leads Hank to the pileup of old cars outside their makeshift base.

"Doc trying to park, probably," Hank replies, getting a laugh out of Deimos.

"You're funny. Okay, you gotta stand riiiiiight here!" Deimos pushes Hank in front of the broken rear window of one of the cars.

He peers inside, seeing nothing of interest. "Why are we doing this?"

"Ssshshshsshhush, it's a surprise!" Deimos says with a grin, looking far too pleased with himself.

"Deimos."

"You'll see, just... wait here. This'll only take me a sec." Deimos scampers off behind the scrap pile before Hank can argue further.

This is bullshit. He's Hank J. Fucking Wimbleton. He should be out decimating his enemies, not playing ass-backwards hide-and-seek with Doc's brat.

He could drive Deimos out to the middle of nowhere and leave him there. He'd probably like it. No loud noises, plenty of wildlife to terrorize, and more importantly he'd be far, far away from Hank.

Doc would kill him.

The silence is broken by the sound of claws scraping against metal somewhere within the pile.

If Deimos hands him a dead rat again, he'll kill him and then himself.

The sound gets louder, closer, the struggle within causing the scrap pile to rock just a bit. He hears Deimos snarl, followed by an angry shriek that couldn't possibly have come from the kid.

For fuck's sake. Hank leans down and looks into the car, unable to make out anything amongst the dark shadows inside. He startles when something hits the other end of the car with a loud bang and movement just barely catches his eye before something small, black, and hairy collides with his chest. He holds onto the... whatever it is, and not two seconds later Deimos springs from the vehicle and nearly knocks Hank over.

Deimos snaps his teeth at the furry bundle in Hank's arms, that wild look in his eyes that simply isn't compatible with society. Hank holds him back by the collar of his shirt, keeping the kid at arm's-length so he can inspect the creature he's holding.

It's such a tiny thing, big green eyes housing pupils that are narrowed into slits as it hisses at Deimos. She's filthy too, Hank unsure if her fur is actually black or if she just has that much dirt caked onto her body.

Deimos attempts to surge forward and Hank allows the cat to climb up onto his shoulder for safety, and then he shoves the boy down without warning. Deimos lands on his ass with a grunt, the impact seemingly enough to snap him out of his frenzy.

"Hey, that was mine!" Deimos complains as he stands, already reaching upward but Hank shoves him right back down.

"No," is all he says before turning and making his way back to the porch, leaving Deimos by the scrap heap. She bats her paws at the lapel of his jacket, and now that he can get a better look at her he's fairly sure she's white underneath all the grime. She'll need a bath later. In Doc's bathroom. Because it's Doc's fault he's out here in the first place.

Hank hears the crunch of gravel underfoot as Deimos approaches, shooting him a glare that has him stopping several feet back. Killing birds and rodents is one thing, cats deserve better. Certain that Deimos isn't going to bug his new friend again, Hank sits down and picks right back up where he'd left off.

Bug. That might work as a name.

He gets back to scraping at his bolt carrier, the cat pawing at the black flecks that come off and attempting to grab the carrier out of his hands. It would be annoying if she wasn't purring so loudly, so instead of pushing her away Hank simply scratches the top of her dirty head.

The sound of Deimos sitting in the gravel gets both their attentions, Hank's heading snapping to watch him but Deimos has kept his distance, observing with quiet curiosity.

Her eyes remind Hank of little green beetles that he's seen during stops out in the middle of the desert, bright and shiny and so colorful.

Gravel again. Deimos has moved closer, sitting at the edge of the porch step and staring at Beetle. Yeah, Beetle is good. The curiosity on his face looks odd, Hank thinks, so used to seeing bloodlust and manic focus. His eyes meet Hank's for a long moment, something unspoken passing between them before the kid stretches forward and prods his little finger at Beetle's paw.

She grabs at his hand playfully with her paws, getting a laugh out of him as her tail thrashes.

"Think Doc'll let you keep her inside?" Deimos asks as he scratches under her chin, not minding one bit when she bites his wrist.

"Maybe," Hank replies, which by now they both know means 'absolutely not but we're not gonna tell him.' Which is bullshit. There's no way a cat could cause even half the problems Deimos does.

"Sweet," Deimos says before flapping in the distance yanks his attention away, the birds having returned to feast on their fallen brother's corpse. "Finally!" he cheers quietly before predictably hurrying off to go harass them.

What are they gonna do with him?

[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰snooze !꒱

after an intense match in the apex games, there's only one legend crypto would even dare let his guard down around.

character x legend!reader

includes crypto !

warnings : none.

word count : 1268

a/n : can you tell i've been streaming lovejoy's music recently with the cmwyl lyric i shoved in there ? yeah i'm obsessed sorry not sorry 🫶

crypto was not one to let his guard down, ever. on the dropship, he was notorious for his silent and cold personality. how you managed to get him to warm up to you, let alone have an actual friendship with him was a mystery to your fellow legends.

after finishing a particularly rough match, you had offered crypto to come back with you to your apartment for a celebratory evening. he usually would be quick to decline, after all he always had work outside of the apex games that needed his attention. however, he's noticed he has a hard time saying no to you, especially when you look up at him with excitement in your eyes. crypto is sure he'd bang his head on any doorframe you seemed suitable for you two to go through if you looked at him the same way you always do.

he pretends to seem annoyed when agreeing, attempting to make the other legends around you on the dropship assume that he wasn't actually this quick to give in. although he highly doubts that anyone else's doe eyes would have the same effect on him that yours do, and he's not sure whether that's a blessing or a curse.

crypto's now relaxing on your couch, or at least, what he would consider relaxing. it's rare he gets a chance away from his work outside of when participating in the apex games, but he always can't help but feel a sense of guilt rush over him whenever he neglects it. so, even though it may not look like it, him sitting with his muscles tensed and brows furrowed, is his idea of taking a break.

you try your best not to laugh at him, the last thing you'd want to do is make him uncomfortable. but sometimes his awkwardness is amusing, and you choose to enjoy it while it lasts. "you look like you have a lot on your mind." you state, jumping up onto the couch next to him. "i always do." he replies, nonchalantly. you shrug in response, "yeah, i guess that's true. i just meant, you know, like you need a break." crypto pauses for a moment. he can't think straight when you're staring at him like that, like you see through him. was it that obvious how pent up he was? he guesses if it was obvious to anyone else they wouldn't have the courage to bring it up. not like you, never afraid to speak your mind, and incredibly stubborn.

"...아니, i'm fine." he finally answers, you don't look convinced in the slightest. "your eyebags look like they're working overtime at the local grocery store. when's the last time you got a full night's rest?" he looks away again, not sure whether he should answer honestly or not. he's probably gotten about 5 hours this week, and that's being generous. "it doesn't matter, i hardly notice when the time is passing anyway." he tries to play it off, hoping you wont press further, and surprisingly, you drop it. "yeah, sure. if you say so. if you're functioning i guess i can't get on your case about it." he lets out a breath of relief he hadn't even realized he was holding, and instantly regrets the answer he just gave you.

shit. maybe sleep was important. untensing his body even for such a short amount of time made the consequences of crypto's lack of sleep catch up to him real quick. he holds back a yawn, before attempting to strike up another conversation with you so he doesn't completely shut down. "you said you wanted to celebrate, what did you have in mind?" "oh, i don't know. i usually just end up with some cider in the hot tub by the end of the night. what do you think?"

he thinks its a horrible idea, but maybe if you begged him enough he'd think about it. just, not in his current situation. there'd be nothing more embarrassing than passing out in a hot tub and potentially drowning. plus, depending on who was around, removing his jacket was off limits for crypto. he's hoping you'll realize on your own how dumb of an idea that really was, and you'll be okay with just watching a movie or something. whatever gets him home the fastest.

you pout at him dramatically, "you wanna go home already? but you've been here for less than an hour. you'll have all the time in the world to be a boring nerd later, okay?" oh god, did he say that out loud? maybe it was too late for him, he was already totally delirious. he plays it off by looking annoyed, but with how exhausted he obviously looks it comes across more as a cranky toddler who's been woken up from their nap earlier than they'd like. you'd never tell crypto this as you value your life, but his grumpier side is actually really cute.

"what do you want to do then? since all my ideas are horrible.." you ask, heavy sarcasm in your tone that would make anyone else think you've spent too much time around crypto, but that he finds to be quite amusing. you're rubbing off on him too, just in hopefully less noticeable ways. he thinks about your question for a second, realizing he actually doesn't have any better suggestions and huffs a sigh and shrugs. "i don't know.." he mumbles.

you laugh under your breath and quickly clear your throat when he glances back at you, "well.. what do you usually do in your free time? outside of all the extra… stuff… you do?" he shrugs again nonchalantly, "i don't have time for other stuff." glancing down at his watch, he tries to pretend like the minutes aren't passing slower than ever. he can't even use the excuse that he's wasting his time. and even if he could, he wouldn't use it to guilt you.

"if you did have time, then. what would you do with it?" "sleep." crypto responds almost immediately. his eyes have started to get much more difficult to keep open, and he knows once they're closed they won't open again for a bit. you've noticed this, and subtlety move closer towards him until your shoulder touches his. you're not sure if it's the padding in his jacket or if he's really that out of it but he doesn't react at all to the distance between you being much smaller than it was before. "i mean, nobody's stopping you. i have a spare room or you can crash here on the couch if you want."

crypto quickly shakes his head, feeling slightly lightheaded afterwards. "that won't be necessary." you decide to test the waters by gently laying your head on his shoulder. this time he flinches, but he doesn't push you away. "are you sure? you look exhausted, i don't think you could make the walk back to your apartment." he scoffs, but doesn't deny his tiredness anymore. "whatever." crypto mutters.

you lift your head up to let him adjust on the couch, and he seems insistent on falling asleep sitting up perfectly straight. "that cannot be comfortable.." you laugh as you place your head back down and gently move his to lay on top of yours. crypto almost sputters out a protest but finds he's too tired to care anymore and instead simply says "wake me up in an hour." as he yawns. "yeah right. i'll see you in 8." you smile at your own remark, and crypto smiles too before closing his eyes finally and falling asleep.

[inhibitionfreewriting]

okay so, i definitely got off track of the initial way i planned on writing this, but i got into a groove and... just gonna put it into (at least) 2 parts.

jerma x reader x ludwig (part one)

it starts totally innocuous, you're helping on dollhouse and end up just getting in with the two of them. you click at one of the end of day get-togethers. jerma makes you laugh first and then lud comes over to investigate what's going on and they've both got you doubled over. you end up getting food together and just spend more hours than you should have talking. by the end of the dollhouse event, you're in a group chat with the two of them and by the end of the first week of it existing, it's... always active.

you start to send good morning and good night messages, talk about your day even when they're busy and when they catch up on the memes and stuff you send. they're both busy bees so you know they get back to you when they can, but at some point it starts to make you sad when it's got long periods in between. not just that platonic sad but... longing. you're a little embarrassed over it, but it doesn't really come to an apex when you send a very tired 'ok love you guys im goin to bed'

it makes them both panic separately for the same reason but they don't talk about it on the side. ludwig replies immediately without thinking, 'love you 2, sweet dreams' and jerma replies 49 minutes later after trying to not overthink it (but did for all 49 minutes) a very simple 'love you'. he thinks about deleting it too, or changing it, but he thinks it's better not to and manages to go to bed after some tossing and turning. (and putting on something mind-numbing on his ipad) but that first time comes and goes and it just becomes routine to say it all the time. all the time.

it's not until you go hang out with jerma again that the energy is just.. different, not bad, just different. maybe even a little awkward. your hands are a little sweaty but you two spend the entire night playing dumb shit on the switch and you cook dinner together and somewhere along the line you're sitting next to each other and blurt out that you both miss Ludwig and then laugh and are like haha y-you too? but there's the electricity between the two of you too, and he invites you to stay the night "not like that of course... i mean unless you-" "yes" and you share your first kiss and it's fun and you still just...

you're both still thinking about Ludwig, and he knew you were hanging out but didn't realize it was a date and he feels this empty pit in his stomach because the two of you aren't talking to him even though he knows it's because you two are hanging out. and there's this seed of not jealousy but sadness because he isn't there too.

ludwig comes out with an awkward confession after you and jerma start to hang out more and more. "kinda hate when you guys go on dates tbh" tone is impossible to read through text and you prod him on why and after the conversation starts to get heated you open a call, and it. for what it's worth, the civility between you and ludwig lasts exactly 3 sentences and jerma is really trying to just mediate but once you both start yelling it's impossible (but he definitely feels like he's listening to two children bicker).

"it was one date and we've only seen each other twice! out with it, why is it such a problem only now?? it was two days where you were busy anyway so it's not like we skipped out on a night time video call!"

"that's not the fucking problem!"

"you didn't say anything when jeremy asked you if it was okay?? he asked you!"

"because it's not just you!! it's both of you, both of you are the problem."

"what does that even mean?? how is it--"

"wait, both of us? stop let lud talk"

you stopped out of indignance, almost throwing your headphones down instead of listening to whatever he had to say but with your arms crossed and mouse hovered over the leave call button, you stayed. you couldn't tell if ludwig had walked away from his computer or if he had muted his microphone and just gave up on talking. jerma breaks the silence first and cracks a half hearted joke, "i-i think this is the longest he's gone without talking to us. i don't think we've ever heard him this quiet for so long" it gets the driest chuckle out of you, almost like a pity laugh, but ludwig groans loudly and it genuinely cracks you up further. you can almost see it as he sighs, too, the way his hands are braced against his forehead and it's wrinkled with frustration.

"i fucking... it feels like shit knowing you two are hanging out and i'm all the way in los angeles. it's not just... one of you, it's both of you, i don't know. saying that out loud feels so fucking dumb." but you both scrambled to interject, explaining that you both felt that way too. neither of you knew how to bring it up and that it had been plaguing you especially hard, feeling like one side of the feelings were fake, both jerma and ludwig were scared that it would wildly change the dynamic the three of you had.

but it didn't.