#obscure transformer stuff

[starscream-is-my-wife]

In an old 1986 transformers story book called "deadly paradise" the Decepticons had trapped a group of autobots in a megamaze where they wouldn’t find their way out, but luckily, Ratchet was leaking lube, so Prowl had Hound sniff out the lube back to where they came from and everybody lived thanks to Ratchets lube!

(The book pages under the cut)

It’s a lot less weird with his previous design but the cartoons, his more human design ment that all of his fluids were stored internally, I just thought it was hilarious how happy everyone was for Ratchet lube, it did save their life but still

Side note, why is this book written like my immortal??

[cheschesterpossum]

My hand slipped👉👈

[seafoamsol]

Sleepy Science...!

[quibbs126]

Oh yeah so someone on Twitter reminded me of the existence of Roller

We need to bring him back

As far as I’m aware, his only big appearance is in g1, at first in the pilot episodes (which is where I remember seeing him), and then like, a couple episodes after that, and I think he might show up in IDW, but not much else

He’s just like, Optimus’ little drone guy he deploys occasionally

Do what that Twitter user did and just make him like Optimus’ little son thing, like the Cassettes for Soundwave. From what I understand, Roller is technically supposed to be a component of Optimus like his trailer, so it works. Also Roller has varying levels of sapience, but he does at least have a name, so just make him a bot as well (since he does have some robot forms I think)

Also he has a gun sometimes. I will elaborate more in the next post

[low-po1y-princess]

i can't get into things that are new i need them to be at least thirty years old so i can dig for content of them like i'm a miner

[whatudottu]

Because I've been steamrolled by another character to hyperfixate on completely out of the blue, I feel the need to talk about TFA Soundwave and his siphonophoric ass- yes, I said siphonophore, now read under the cut to find out more-!

Aside from me now suddenly getting attached to another minor character (not as fucked over as Skyke but an extra episode is STILL just 2 total episodes), I caught the curiosity bug and looked a little deeper into this bastard, and here I am sharing it.

As a refresh, Soundwave in TFA was a 'gift' for Sari with the actual motivation to be used as Megatron's new body; the method to do so being the Key and the Allspark energy it uses. Now, in terms of all the Earth sparked cybertronians (not to be confused with Earthspark), you can probably pit the two types of mecha into 'Key-born' and 'shard-born'. You get the Dinobots as the first Earth cybertronians firmly in the 'key-born' category and the Constructicons (+plus unrelated Wreck-Gar) in 'shard-born', and considering the methodology used to make Soundwave- well- SOUNDWAVE was the Key, you'd also think that he'd also be as such fitting in with 'robots Sari tampered with and Megan profited off of'.

Well- to say that Soundwave's transformation from simple Earth music bot to fully forged and sparked cybertronian was actually complete would be - perhaps - a lie.

Megatron had originally wanted Soundwave to at the very least stick around Sari long enough to fully upgrade into his new body, his cybertronian body fueled on by the Key and it's Allspark energy, and to probably remain under his command just long enough for a transfer of some sort. It is Soundwave's act of defiance, a shock to even Megan, that cut the ties between the full frame upgrade and the actual upgrading of his processor.

It was Soundwave's rebellion against the (presently) organic Sari that prevented him from being 'Key-born'.

That's not to say he isn't sapient, more that it is to say he's significantly more different in comparison to other Earth-born cybertronians.

Soundwave becomes the Soundwave Megatron designed him to be only after making the upgrade himself, with a lot of smaller Detroit robots serving as the materials to build up his frame, himself the personification of the Earth robot revolution. And when he is summarily defeated by Bulkhead (and later by Optimus in 'Human Error') all the parts that were his body shattered into the scrap parts of possessed robots passed their usefulness. All that remained of Soundwave was a little section of his original make that just so happened to be where the Key would be used.

Soundwave became a little cassette.

Bestie I swear to god-

Seeing as how his minicons Laserbeak and Ratbat don't transform into cassettes themselves (bass and keytar respectively), plus are probably part of the 'shard-born' half of Earth cybertronians, I think that it'd be a fucking hilarious reversal if the Cassetticon for the Soundwave fam was SOUNDWAVE HIMSELF! Like, if it ends up that Laserbeak and Ratbat have more cybertronian of a spark than this bitch then his siphonophoric ass has got to find that fucking shard-

And yes, back to siphonophores.

So, I love me some siphonophores, love the bitches that group together to form one being, love me that so much. I think if Soundwave were a siphonophore cybertronian frametype, it would certainly fit with the whole hypocrisy of his mentality, of unleashing a 'robot revolution' by uh... mind controlling robots to be free from their servitude by organic hands.

His spark's in the right place (buried deep within minibots or toy Soundwaves) but perhaps being like a day's worth of being vaguely sapient might kinda skew that revolution to be 'i want you to be free the way I define free' and boop I've made another mind controller a siphonophore eep-! (would be a great time to put in a link, were it not a link to a collab with a friend's deactivated blog and also not even transformers related 😔)

Considering the title of siphonophores in a more general sense are 'colonial species', a Soundwave built up as a colony of robots (so far only Detroit tech robots) and presents himself as this signal for a revolution, I think it's awfully fitting that the mentality of 'be free MY way' could be boiled down to 'be my body'. Because as a cassette - or perhaps more a cassette RECORDER or tape deck - Soundwave literally cannot move and has to rely on his music in order to get anything done, to get others to do the things he needs them to do FOR HIM. To escape from the Autobots a second time he needs Laserbeak - one of the instruments TO HIS VERY MIND CONTROLLING MUSIC - to snatch him out of there to rebuild another day, to gather enough stray robots to become a colonial system of machines in order to function as 'cybertronian'.

I just... think I really like siphonophores, man. I think they're real neat little cities, yeah? And I think Soundwave's network of robotics is just being head by someone who's like... idk give or take a few Earth months/years between Sari's season 1 birthday and Earth's season 3 Christmas old, significantly less than even the youngest of young bots (though Dirtboss and the Luna-born clones are like... the youngest newsparks) and most certainly an age that even humans would find young.

Idk, maybe Soundwave using all this Earth tech is not getting the parts that he actually needs to be actually officially a cybertronian, even if perhaps he remains a siphonophore type frame. Perhaps, with a special delivery from Megan himself all the way from Kaon, a colony of cybertronian made minicons could help connect the missing piece.

Eh, I'm just rambling at this point.

Anyway; *rotates TFA Soundwave in my head* *rotates TFA Soundwave in my head* *rotates TFA Soundw-

[oscconfessions]

the ii-confessionlings

I've been observing this growing population of ii related confession blogs, and it is truly fascinating. I love it. Here are all the ones I am aware of at the moment.

The Lovers:

@iiposblog - Positive confessions blog! YOU STARTED THIS

@ii-peak-confessions - Proton of the atom trio. Very positive.

@ii-joyous-confessions - Joy!!!!

The Haters:

@ii-evil-confessions - Electron of the atom trio. Very evil.

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The Neutrals:

@ii-neutral-confessions - Neutron of the atom trio. Very neutral.

@ii-neu-confessions - Another neutral confession blog. /neu

@ii-neutral-poster - Not really a confession blog, but still makes the list. This is really getting out of hand /neu

@ii-nothing-confessions -

The Religious:

@ii-holy-confessions - Confessions of the holy variety.

@ii-satanic-confessions - Confessions that do not make that holy mark.

@ii-purgatory-confessions - We're not quite holy yet!

The NSFW:

@ii-freaky-confessions - NSFW. Not a joke blog.

@ii-downright-devious-confessions - NSFW. Joke blog.

The Character Specific:

@ii-apple-confessions - appel

@ii-nick-le-confessions - nick le???????????

@ii-zoetrope-spinning-confessions - every confession spins his head more.

@ii-mephone3gs-confessions - it's so good to see you!

@ii-meeple-confessions - all meeple stuff!

@ii-fan-confessions - fan

@ii-box-confessions - box

@cheesy-confessions - cheese

@ii-stevecobs-confesssions - i fucking hate this corn

@ii-trophy-confessions - tropy

@ii-tissues-confessions - tisue

@ii-mephonex-confessions - did you hear that?

@ii-mic-confessions - michael phone

@ii-lightbulb-confessions - log by bulb

@iipepperconfessions - pepre

Wait, This Isn't II:

@osc-plurals-confessions - General OSC confession blog related to plurality!

@ii-confessio-wait-wrong-show - bfdi.

@obscure-object-show-confessions - Obscure object shows!

@obscure-osc-confessions - If you want to send an ask to one of these blogs I want you to send it to both of them. it would be a really funny prank.

All About Emotions:

@iisadconfessions - i miss mepad. i miss him a lot

@ii-hungry-confessions - for when youre hungry and an ii fan!

@ii-confusing-confessions - In case you're perplexed, which i bet you are.

@ii-jolly-confessions - Christmas may be over but that hasn't stopped anyone before!

The Animals:

@ii-meow-confessions - who let a cat loose in the ii tag!!!!!!

@ii-woof-confessions - who let a dog loose in the ii tag!!!!!!

@ii-fish-confessions - blub blub

The Fandom Related:

@ii-ship-confessions - Ships! I know you guys have LOT to say on those. Maybe even too much!

@ii-crossover-confessions - tired of just ii? start mixing other stuff in with it!

@ii-darkfic-confessions - for confessions about the dark, gorey fics about characters getting murdered and the likes!

@ii-oc-and-fanfic-confessions - what if ii was your own thing? Get transformative!

@ii-headcanon-confessions - For the little bits we like to add on in our heads.

And all the others:

@iii-confessions - confessions about ii's most controversial season!

@ii-queer-confessions - gay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@ii-gay-confessions - payjay more like payGAY. more like GAYGAY. gayjay

@ii-therapy-confessions - please

@ii-brainrot-confessions - lord almighty...

@ii-confession-confessions - confessions about the confession blogs. we're gonna need it after all this

@ii-silly-confessions - Get silly!

@ii-stupid-confessions - Get stupid!

@ii-dementia-confessions - ??????

the ii fandom is having a really normal time after that finale, huh.

Please tell me if I'm missing anyone! -🫒 (@knightobreath)

[sugurouge]

── a gentle touch. sylus x f!reader

fluff. sfw. suggestive content. mdni. ༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ pet names (sweetie, kitten, sweet girl, darling), teasing, sylus carries you around. synopsis: pampering sylus | 700 words

Self-care nights have always been your little sanctuary, a time to unwind and reset before the chaos of the next week takes hold. But ever since Sylus stepped into your life, these nights have transformed into something far more indulgent.

It’s not just about pampering yourself anymore—it’s about watching the ever-composed, ever-calculating man at your side slowly surrender to your touch. For someone so used to power and control, Sylus makes an art of pretending he’s unaffected.

But you see through him. You always do.

“You look real focused, sweetie,” he muses, his voice deep and lazy. “What, am I that mesmerising?”

You roll your eyes and distract yourself with putting on more layers of the mask. Your fingers delicately smooth the clay over his face.

“You don’t have to fish for compliments, Sylus. You already know you’re unfairly handsome.”

He’d smirk if it wasn’t for the slowly drying layer to tighten against his skin, but you can feel the amusement radiating from him nonetheless. A low chuckle vibrates from his chest. “Flatter me more, kitten.”

However, you pretend to ignore him, but as your fingers drift over his cheekbones, your gaze softens. Even with the mask obscuring his features, his beauty is undeniable. From his aquiline nose to the sharp line of his jaw, and the quirk of his lips as if he’s constantly thinking of something devious—it’s all too much.

Your thumb absentmindedly traces over the bridge of his nose, and he hums at your touch, his eyes seem to zero in on you. “Adoring me now, are we?”

You huff in response, and attempt your best to fight off the allegations about the affect Sylus has on you. “I just think it’s unfair how good you look even with this stuff on your face.”

His fingers curl around your wrist, stopping your movements as his thumb brushes over your pulse point. “You’re the unfair one, darling. Sitting so pretty on my lap, touching me so sweetly.” His grip tightens just enough to make your pulse flutter.

“Sylus,” you warn, but it comes out softer than intended.

“Mhm?” He tilts his head, a wolfish grin forms on his lips which causes the clay mask to crack while Sylus suddenly sits up to close the distance between your lips.

Your hands fly up automatically to cup Sylus’ cheeks in a valiant attempt to stop the mask from falling all over his bedsheets, to keep your yearning mess of a boyfriend away from you.

“Sylus!” You repeat louder, though you try to keep the giggles at bay. “I think we’re making a mess!”

At that, Sylus glances down—his neck and bare chest now dusted with flecks of half-dried clay from where you’ve touched him. You can't help but glare at him a little. “That’s your fault.”

“Oh? And what do you plan to do about it, kitten? Are you going to punish me?” His hands slide down to your waist, his touch firm to pull close and rub the mask along your neck and cheek.

Before you can react, he shifts, effortlessly lifting you into his arms and with him off the bed. Abandoning all the tubs and containers, the cucumbers and damp towels.

The squeak of yours is an embarrassing sound, though who could blame you? Your arms already wrap around his neck as he stands, carrying you with one goal in mind.

“What? Where are we going?” You demand to know, the tone of your voice telling Sylus that you are getting fed up with his antics. Though he chuckles, a tone so light-hearted and tender you have no chance to truly be mad with him.

“The bathroom,” he answers smoothly, “considering the mess that I have made...” Sylus leaves the implication hanging and rather focuses his attention on your body, how you feel against him, in his hold. His hands smooth along your ass, firmly encasing the globes to apply the slightest amount of pressure.

The moment you’re inside, he presses you against the cold tile wall, caging you in with his frame while one hand moves to rest beside your head. His smirk is lethal now, his lids hooded as he watches you swallow under his scrutiny.

“You know,” he murmurs with a voice like velvet, “we could take this whole ‘self-care’ thing a little further... since you already keep groaning my name, I might as well hear it bounce off the bathroom tiles.”

With that, his lips ghost over your jaw, teasing, taunting, nipping until you reward him with everything Sylus craves. You exhale a shaky breath while your fingers card through silver strands for leverage.

“W-we should clean up,” you manage to hold your ground, though your defenses are crumbling fast.

Sylus only hums, his hands gliding down your sides for his thumbs to press into your hips just enough to make you squirm. “Mhm, why not both all at once?”

You nod, and that’s all he needs before leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, intoxicating kiss while already, and ever so eagerly, discarding your top.

divider by @/cafekitsune

[helps-the-writing-brain-go]

Inspired by @moonlightcycle571's post on the JL and AO3.

History won't tell your story (But I will)

Billy hadn't thought that becoming a superhero would mean being so crowded.

His Patrons are a bit of a given, 6 equidistant points anchored in his mind that blaze with inner light.

They give him powers, he gives them a little space in his brain.

If Billy sort of...squints? ...With his mind? He can sort of make out figures in the light, but they make his metaphorical eyes water and hurt, and his Patrons prod and hover like he's a baby when that happens, so he stops after the first couple of times.

The Others are the actual surprise.

Billy'd taken the transformation in stride, started helping people he hadn't been able to before and started to kind of get a little hang on things.

Then the side effects of his impromptu power-up by Wizard to kick in.

The whispers Billy hadn't realised he'd been ignoring in the back of his mind flood full force to the fore to the point that he can't see or even hear himself think.

Billy had dived downwards and crumpled to the ground the moment his feet hit something solid, clutching at his hair and hoping faintly he hadn't flown through a bird or three.

In his mind's eye, waves, upon waves of figures, cast into shadow by his Patrons golden light, take shape behind them.

One of them, the most obscure and yet the brightest lit for how close it is to Billy has it's back turned to him, the line of it's shoulders tight, but before Billy can ask, the others swallow him into the crowd, surging forward to vie for his attention.

His Patrons, unmistakable and more Present in his head than the Others, stand as ocean breakers against the bombardment of fragments of lives, of magics, of centuries, of welcomes and warnings that flow to him, bullying their way through his consciousness in an attempt to find purchase in his mind.

Shades of the Champions, or so Billy understands, greeting the newest to join their ranks.

Billy doesn't know how long he'd lain at his impromptu landing spot, sorting through everything and greeting those in the mood to be friendly.

As months pass, Billy tries to learn more about them but realises that even if the time periods they were from had rich records, they themselves were often barely even a footnote in history.

It didn't seem right to see their efforts forgotten, or worse yet, claimed by others. But he's new to the greater world, and he doesn't have much proof to back it up, not without digging up people best left alone or showing things magical and possibly dangerous.

So he writes.

Billy had an AO3 account he'd used to write the odd bit of fic here and there.

Now he focuses on more RPF/historical stuff, or so people think, and quickly gains notice for how historically accurate his fics are, plus how much of them make sense, if one takes out the authors supposed fondness for including magical themes into his stories.

They span time periods, races, religions and relationships. There's a little bit for everyone, be it romantic and familial. It's easier to cover the human experience when once has lived so much of it. It helps ease the othr Champions eagerness as well, with them being actually Seen, even if through the lense of supposed fiction.

[toskarin]

pixiv wrapped not including the tags from r18 works probably inadvertently made a situation where people who are into much more obscure stuff ended up being the only ones with their fetishes plastered across the list

like someone into rope bondage probably isn't gonna have any questionable tags, but the guy who's into being transformed into a shovel or like, black tights? doomed

[misseviehyde]

PHONE CLONE

Molly was pissed off and she wasn't a woman you wanted to get on the wrong side of when she was angry.

The school her daughter Jenny attended was doing next to nothing to deal with the bullying her daughter was receiving from the head cheerleader. Chloe was a fucking bitch - a spoiled manipulative gaslighting slut - and Molly was going to take her down.

"We need evidence if we are going to act," the insipid teacher at school had told her, so Molly was going to find that evidence. She was going to find evidence that couldn't be dismissed and she was going to free her daughter from this torture.

"What are you doing Mom?" asked Jenny curiously as her Mom sat on the bed and grinned as she scrolled through her phone.

"I've found a way to get the proof we need. I downloaded a piece of software - Phone Clone, and I've used it to clone and copy Chloe's mobile. Now I have her entire life in my hand."

Molly picked up her note pad. "I'll scroll through and find the evidence we need. She's bound to have made a mistake somewhere... said something that proves she is your bully."

Jenny smiled proudly at how smart her Mom was.

"Ugh, she's such a stuck up little bitch. There are so many selfies on her phone it's incredible... even if she is... ughhh kind of pretty."

"Mom are you okay?"

Jenny had noticed something weird about her Mom's posture. Molly was sitting cross legged like a teenager would. She was sitting up straighter than usual too and she flicked her hair back with an uncharacteristically bitchy gesture as she hungrily scrolled through the phone.

"Like yeah... course I'm alright. There's like soooo much hot stuff on this phone. Haha the power Chloe must have over others... she's got the entire school at her fingertips. Mmmh its kind of sexy."

Molly groaned, the light from the phone illuminating her features and making her face look younger and meaner somehow.

"Mmmmh Tik Tok videos, hot boys numbers, shopping accounts for her spoiled little wardrobe. This is just so fucking good. I wish I had a life like this."

Jenny stared at her Mom in horror. She watched in unbelieving dismay as her Mom's nails became painted yellow... the same colour that Chloe had been wearing today.

"Mom... stop... something is wrong. Put down your phone."

But Molly wasn't listening. She grinned as she accessed more and more of Chloe's cloned phone and let the bitches selfish life was over her.

"Mmmmmh feel fucking yummy... gimmee gimmee gimmeeeeeee!"

Molly moaned as youth and vitality flooded her body. Her eyes flickered like she was being reprogrammed as the images from the phone burned into her mind.

Her flabby body began to tighten and tone. Sagging skin firmed up and she became younger and younger till she was the same age as her daughter.

Molly's boobs got even bigger and they rose higher on her chest than they had for years. Perky and firm, they were now in your face and impossible to ignore.

Her split ends cleared up as the curls fell out of her hair and it became totally straight and silky like that of a supermodel fresh from the hairdressers.

"Mmmmh fuck yesssss, change meeeee," groaned Molly as she gave into the delicious feelings and exalted in her transforming body.

Her waist crunched in and her hips pushed out. She was a toned athletic hottie now and this bitch could RIDE if she needed to.

"Fuck yeah," giggled Molly her voice becoming higher and taking on a bratty whine. "Mmmh like almost there loser. Are you ready?"

Giggling Molly deliberately lowered her head so her new silky blonde hair obscured her features.

"Mom?" whimpered Jenny.

"No... not Mommy," laughed Molly as she suddenly tossed her head back and revealed her new features... Chloe's features.

Plump pouty pink lips curved into a mean smile as sexy brown eyes sparkled with mischief and Molly's transformation into a perfect clone of Chloe completed itself.

Even Molly's clothes had changed. She was now wearing the sexy clothes that Chloe would wear and Jenny felt a pang of jealousy as she saw her Mom's long tanned legs on show and barely constrained cleavage.

"I... am.... fucking... hot," laughed Molly as she admired herself and took a selfie on her phone which had also changed to the latest model.

"Nooooo Mom, what's happened?"

"Shut up loser. Your dumb Mommy is me now and she fucking loves it. I don't feel anything for you anymore. Haha I wanted proof you were being bullied and now I AM your bully."

The new Chloe smirked as she leapt forward and pinned Jenny down. Leering into her victims face she hissed evilly.

"Don't worry though loser. I'm gonna help you. We're gonna delete all the data on the real Chloe's phone using my app and replace it with the backup data of your stupid Mom, so she turns into a nobody loser like you. Then when I replace her you're going to have a new Mommy. I'm Chloe now and I'm not going back.'

Jenny cried as she looked at the evil bitch her Mom had become and realised she was never getting her real Mom back. Molly had been over-cloned and she loved it.

[ducksido]

Spam you with stuff? Don't mind if I yes~ could I get headcanons for the leech twins and rook with a fem leopard shark mermaid reader that's introverted and super chill but has no problem dealing with them and matching their vibes. Maybe she also has a huge obsession with birds since moving onto land and likes rambling about them to anyone who'll listen. Thanks!

Floyd Leech

Floyd adores your energy. Not many people can hang with his unpredictable moods, but you? Cool as sea-cucumber soup even when he’s bouncing off the walls.

He’ll try to mess with you—suddenly wrapping his arms around you or pulling you into random dances—but when you just blink at him and go, “You done?” it makes him wheeze-laugh every time.

Calls you “Sharkbait” or “Chomp-Chomp.” “You got that quiet shark thing goin’ on… makes me wanna poke you until you snap~!”

He’s not into birds much himself, but when you start rambling about how kestrels hover like helicopters or how ravens mimic human speech, he watches you with the most intrigued expression. “You get more hyper about birds than I do when I see a big ol’ shrimp. Kinda cute~”

You once showed him a video of a shoebill stork. He kept replaying it and now imitates its deadpan stare when bored.

If anyone tries to shut you up mid-ramble, Floyd immediately clamps an arm around you and glares. “Aww, but I like when she talks about her funky lil’ featherfish~ keep goin’, Shrimpy!”

Jade Leech

Jade is fascinated by you. Another merfolk? A shark mermaid, no less? He’s intrigued by your species, your relaxed temperament, your precise, sharp-eyed way of observing the world.

He tries to fluster you by getting close, commenting on your lovely gills or the sleek patterns of your tail when you're transformed. You never rise to the bait. That just makes him more invested.

He once watched you swim lazily in your tank at Mostro Lounge and said, “How serene. You remind me of a predator waiting to strike. I admire it deeply.”

Finds your bird obsession adorable. He asks thoughtful questions—like what birds mate for life, how migration works, or if you’ve tried teaching a crow to bring shiny things to you.

The two of you once spent an hour comparing ocean and aerial apex predators. You were excited. He was enchanted.

May sneak weird mushrooms into your bird-feeding spots as “presents” for your crows. You’re used to it.

You’re the only one who can tell when he’s genuinely amused vs scheming. He respects that immensely.

Rook Hunt

Rook? Oh Rook is obsessed. Your shark-like grace, your quiet intensity, your passion for birds—la beauté sauvage!

He’ll wax poetic about your “predatory serenity” and how your eyes gleam like “moonlit coral reefs.”

You just roll your eyes and go, “You gonna let me finish my bird fact or what?”

He listens so intently when you ramble about birds. You’ll mention obscure mating dances or how different birds preen, and he’ll nod like you’re reciting sacred scripture.

He has a surprisingly vast knowledge of birds too and will happily go full info-dump mode with you. “Ah, oui! The lyrebird, a master of mimicry. Did you know it can even imitate chainsaws?”

He once composed a whole poem comparing your hunting instincts to an osprey and read it to you by candlelight. You clapped once. He was delighted.

Finds it charming that you don’t flinch at his intensity. You ground him without dulling his passion.

If you ever transform into your mermaid form on land (say, in a fountain or pool), he’s immediately sketching you like a court painter in awe of a myth.

[spiciestmango]

Even More Obscure Kinks Ask Game :3 🔎

Feel free to add on to this- pls do actually im having a hard time finding more and more kinks and my pupbrain doesnt hold onto info very well!! (also please be mindful of people's limits!)

Everything assumes adults having either fantasy, roleplay or full consent of all parties even when stated otherwise yadda yadda yadda yall know how to be safe in kink im not your sex ed teacher

Milder Section (For stuff that is still fun to ask abt but isnt that obscure in the grand scheme of things!)

Facefucking or Facesitting

Breathplay or Sensory depravation

Biting or Scratching

Somnophillia or Intox sex

Kigurumi/Onesie or Job Uniform (Nurse, Mailperson, etc)

Latex or Leather

Intercrural sex or Dry humping

Felching or Snowballing

Authority Figure or Monster/Alien

Robots or Undead

Age play or Pet play

Fauxest or Fauxbeast

Dacryphillia or Sexual obsession

Crotch Spanking or Crotch Worship

Pool/Hot tub sex or Sex in the wilderness

Edging or Overstim

Stuckage or Leash pulling

Sex While Pregnant or Guaranteed Impregnation

On display for an audience or All hands on you

Omorashi or Piss Drinking

Cum Marking or Piss marking

Pissing inside orifice or Public Pissing

Knotted or Equine cocks

Barbed or Tapered cocks

Tentacles or Alien genitals

Queefing or Farting

Hands or Feet

Squirting or Lactation

Thighs or Tummy

Underwear gag or O-Ring gag

Pain/Blood/Fear section (Some gore-y themes warning)

31. Period Sex or Drawing Blood Elsewhere 32. Cupping or Waxplay 33. Electrostimulation or Temperature Play 34. Cattle Branding or Name Carving 35. Gunplay or Knifeplay 36. Figging or Flogging 37. Medplay or Kidnapping 38. Blackmail or CBT 39. Tummy punches or Nipple clamps 40. Spanked until bruised or Hickeys everywhere 41. Quadruped Suit or Gimp 42. Pinwheel or Ice 43. Spiked paddle or Caning 44. Anal punishment or Kicking 45. Ball squeezing or Cock Pulling 46. New Piercing or Wound Stinging (With lemon, alcohol, etc) 47. Orgasm from spanking or Orgasm from Biting 48. Vivisection or Woundfucking 49. Waterboarding or Chained torture 50. Cigarette/Blunt/Joint burning or Predicament Bondage

Wilder Section (Stuff you might not see often!)

51. Vacbed or Claustrophilia 52. Forced Exposure or Unknowing Participant 53. Crush Fetish or Spinning Fetish 54. Pullups or Puppypads 55. Sneeze induced orgasm or Hypno trigger induced orgasm 56. Foodplay or Mysophilia 57. Lithophilia or Pygmalionism 58. Oviposition or Improvised Sex toy 59. Plant sex or Primal play 59. Locked in clothing or Locked out of bathroom 60. Sex with Planes or Sex with Trains 61. Bound together or Suspension play 62. IRL Hypnosis tracks or Clicker Training 63. Rapebaiting or Public Stealth Toy 64. 24 hour insertion or 24/7 servitude 65. Ponyplay or Cattleplay 66. Sybian or Through wall 67. Boofing or Forcefeed 68. Stock/Pillory or Hogtied 69. Navel sex or Armpit sex 70. Emetophilia or Nasophilia

Fantasy Section (Stuff that you probably cant even come close to replicating or cosplaying IRL)

71. Macro or Micro 72. Pooltoy Transformation or Plushie Transformation 73. Mummification or Cobweb bondage 74. Parasitic Pregnancy or Alternate Pregnancy 75. Living Toy or Oral Vore (this is just regular vore) 76. Unbirth or Anal vore 77. Earfucking or all the way through (ass through mouth) 78. Portalpanties or Voodoo doll 79. TGTF (Not detrans) or Huge size difference (5 ft or more) 80. Knotted and hanging between or Instant egg laying 81. Nullification/Nullcrotch or Amputation Bondage 82. Petrification or Slime absorption 83. Clone gangbang or Selfcest 84. Magic during sex or Being put on the experiment table 85. Instant aphrodisiac or Body swap 86. Crowded public use (Train, Bus, etc) or Cursed Womb Tattoo 87. Feral x Feral or Monster x Monster 88. Cumflation or Other fluid inflation 89. Hypergenitals or Bodily fluid bath 90. Ghost hands or Magical/Alternate cum

Bad ends (Kind of an extension of the fantasy section)

91. Mind Break or Perma Vored (Digested) 92. Permanent Ownership or Perma TF 93. Loss of sentience or Loss of body control 94. Drowned or Bled out 95. No escape from corrupted reality or No escape from compromised mind 96. Torn apart by monster or Experimental mishap 97. Coerced and forced betrayal of a loved one (rape, harm, etc) or That betrayal being done to you without you ever finding out. 98. Slow painful mutation or merging with another being 99. Never finding a way home or Home never being the same 100. Blackmail released to the public or Falsely accused but never believed

BONUS: Pokemon themed section (Because its MY blog and I have the right to invoke the author's poorly disguised fetish in my fetish post 😡)

101. Trainer x Pokemon or Pokemon x Pokemon 102. Type advantage or Level drain 103. Stage 3 evo x Stage 1 evo or Evolution denial (Everstone) 104. Quadruped, Biped or Other 105. Breed till a shiny egg or Status effects during sex 106. Mid-sex evolution or Forced, unwanted evolution 107. Getting Mystery Dungeon'd or TF into pokemon but in the mainline world (You can no longer speak to humans) 108. Raped/passed around by your pokemon team or Team of pokemon specifically for sex 109. Bondage themed moves (Vine whip, Freeze shock, etc) or Coercion themed moves (Hypnosis, attract, etc) 110. Caught in a pokeball or Unremovable pokemon costume

[quibbs126]

You know, despite me attempting to delve into Transformers for probably the past month or so, I'm still kind of a basic bitch when it comes to knowing the characters. I really only know the main, most notable characters, particularly from Prime and somewhat Animated (and a lot of the Animated Autobot cast is the same in Prime)

Granted it's probably because I haven't really gotten that far in exploring Transformers. I watched Earthspark, which mostly focused on new characters (which I mean good for them, I like the Terrans), and I still haven't finished Animated, despite me being so close to doing so. And while I do have that Transformers Marvel comic collection, I still haven't read much past Issue 2. So like, I'm not getting my proper intake of new characters

Also my sidestepping into delving into fanfiction instead probably isn't helping, especially since most I'm looking at are TF One megop fanfics

I need to finish Animated and move on to a new series. It's now either Beast Wars, g1 or maybe Armada at this point, I think I need an older series. Cyberverse can wait probably

Thanksgiving break is in a week and a half, and I'll then have multiple days of free time. And then I think a week after that the semester will be over, so even more free time to pirate and binge Transformers

[cherryredlove]

☆ you spin me right round ☆

Modern! Record shop owner! au Aemond Targaryen x Bar owner! reader SMUT

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You're the blooming business owner that owns the chic new bar in town, The Alchemist's Guild. All that's left to do is befriend your sourpuss neighbour, the cool owner of the music shop Targaryen Tracks. Maybe a crisis will do the trick?

Word Count: 1.9k

Themes: SMUT, 18+, rough oral smex, pearl necklace, sex in semi-public place

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Owning a bar was always a dream of yours, and now that dream has finally come true. The place you purchased is a hidden gem on the artsy quarter of the city of King's Landing, nestled between eclectic shops and quirky businesses, with just enough foot traffic to guarantee interest. You’ve christened it The Alchemist’s Guild, and you hoped it'll become the hottest bar in the area soon.

Every bottle and glass has been carefully selected, and you’ve spent countless hours transforming the run-down space into a chic, cosy haven for anyone seeking to unwind. Edison bulbs hang from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden surfaces and plush seating. The shelves behind the bar are stocked with an impressive array of gins and wines, and the scent of fresh herbs and citrus fills the air.

The only hurdle now? Making friends with the neighbours, particularly the one who runs the music shop next door, Targaryen Tracks.

You’ve seen him a few times, Aemond Targaryen, always dressed impeccably in black, with silver hair and an ever-present scowl etched onto his face. His shop is a world of its own, filled with vintage records and obscure music that you occasionally hear through the walls.

Today, after a couple of good days of business, you decide it’s time to introduce yourself properly. Maybe you can even convince him to partner up for some musical collaborations, adding a unique touch to your bar’s atmosphere. With a deep breath, you step into Targaryen Tracks, the door chiming softly as you enter.

Aemond looks up from behind the counter, his single blue eye meeting yours with a curious, almost guarded expression. He nods in acknowledgement, though his lips barely form a smile.

"Hi, I’m Y/N," you say, offering a friendly smile. "I just opened the bar next door, The Alchemist’s Guild. Thought I’d come by and say hello."

"Aemond," he replies curtly, giving you a once-over before returning his gaze to the record he’s examining.

The shop is a paradise for any music lover, with rows upon rows of records neatly organized by genre and era. The atmosphere is nostalgic, and you can’t help but feel a pang of admiration for the meticulous care he’s put into curating his collection. You too take great pride in organisation and decoration.

You take a moment to look around, pretending to browse. The silence stretches between you, and you rack your brain for something to say, anything to break the ice.

"You’ve got quite the collection here," you venture, picking up a random record and pretending to study it. "I’ve been thinking about hosting some vinyl nights at the bar. You know, set up a record player, get some more out there stuff playing."

Aemond’s eye flickers with mild interest as he raises an eyebrow. "That so?"

You nod eagerly, hoping to engage him further. "Yeah! I think it’d be great to have something a bit more unique than just playlists. It’s a vibe, you know?"

He studies you for a moment, considering your words. "I suppose it could work," he admits, a hint of intrigue in his tone. "What kind of records are you looking to play?"

"Honestly, I’m open to anything that sets the right mood," you reply with enthusiasm. "Jazz, blues, rock, maybe even some classical if it fits."

Aemond nods, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I might have a few recommendations."

A spark of hope flickers inside you. Perhaps this sourpuss neighbor of yours isn’t as aloof as he seems. Maybe there's a chance for some collaboration after all.

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Business at The Alchemist’s Guild is booming. You’ve managed to create a buzz around town, and the place is packed almost every night. The combination of exquisite drinks and the cosy atmosphere has made your bar a go-to spot for many locals and visitors alike. It's become a favourite with the artsy scene in the quarter, putting you firmly on the map.

But tonight, as you’re hosting bustling Saturday evening, disaster strikes. The trusty sound system crackles and dies with a sad whimper. Panic sets in as you realize that without music, the bar loses a significant part of its charm.

As the clamor of conversation fills the air, you frantically fiddle with the cables and speakers, hoping for a miracle. But nothing works.

Just when you're about to lose hope, an idea strikes.

"Hold down the fort for me, Dyana!" You call out to the bartender you employed.

You dash out of the bar and head straight to Targaryen Tracks, where Aemond is about to close up for the night.

Aemond looks up at you as you barge into the shop, mildly surprised to see you so flustered.

"Aemond, I need a huge favour," you blurt out, trying to catch your breath. "My sound system just broke down, and I have a packed bar with no music. Can you help me out?"

He pauses. "What do you need?"

"Your records," you say quickly, hope rising in your chest. "And your record player and speakers. Just for tonight. I’ll give you free drinks for a week in return."

He narrows his eye, contemplating the offer. After a moment, he nods. "Fine. But you handle the equipment with care."

Relief floods through you. "Thank you, thank you so much! I promise I'll be careful. You can even handle changing the records if that's better. "

Together, you gather a selection of records, and Aemond helps you carry them over to the bar. With his expertise, you set up the record player, and soon, the rich, warm tones of vinyl fill the space, transforming the atmosphere instantly.

The patrons love it, and you can feel the tension leaving your shoulders as the night goes on smoothly. True to your word, you offer Aemond a drink on the house as a gesture of gratitude. He graciously accepts your Greyjoy Gin and tonic with a small smile.

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As the night draws to a close, the last of your customers finally trickle out, leaving the bar empty save for you and Aemond. The soft glow of the Edison bulbs casts a cosy light over the room, and the record player softly spins its last tune.

"Thank you again," you say, leaning against the bar, feeling the exhaustion of the night catching up to you. "You really saved me tonight."

Aemond shrugs, a faint smirk on his lips. "It was interesting. Your patrons seem to appreciate good music."

You laugh softly, nodding in agreement. "I owe you. Seriously, free drinks for a week."

He takes a sip of his drink, regarding you with an appraising gaze. "Maybe we can make this a regular thing. Vinyl nights, as you said. I can curate the music."

"That would be amazing," you reply, feeling your heart race a little. "I think it’d be a hit."

As you tidy up the bar, Aemond helps, and the two of you chat more easily than before. You discover that beneath his stoic exterior, he has a genuine passion for music and a dry sense of humour that you find surprisingly charming.

With the bar finally clean and ready for the next day, you both take a moment to relax, leaning against the counter again.

As the last record winds down to silence, an unexpected tension fills the air. The kind that lingers between two people until someone is brave enough to try.

It’s Aemond who makes the first move. His eye locks onto yours, and you see a flicker of something you hadn't quite noticed before. You feel your body light up.

Before you know it, he’s closing the distance between you, his presence commanding and electric. He pauses, giving you a moment to stop him if you wish, but you find yourself drawn in by the intensity of his gaze.

And then his lips are on yours, firm and insistent, sending a jolt down your spine. You kiss him back, matching his fervour with your own.

Aemond’s hands are on your waist, pulling you closer, and you respond by wrapping your arms around his neck, grasping at his hair. His mouth is hot and heady, and you moan into his as his hips grind against yours.

You barely notice as you’re backed against the bar, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of the kiss. Aemond’s hands are exploring now, tracing a path down your sides, and you let out a soft sigh of approval, urging him on.

The kiss deepens, his touch is confident, and you can feel the hardness of his cock against your tender pussy. Your body reacts, arching into him to relieve your aching sex.

Aemond unzips your trousers, moaning at how wet you are, before gliding his fingers into your soaked heat. You cling to him, mewling, and bit down hard onto his neck. Aemond’s long fingers move inside you, fingering you with a beckoning motion. His eye rolls back as you grasp his cock in your hand, massaging through his trousers.

Aemond hoists you up onto the bar's counter, kissing you roughly before kneeling, facing your soaked pussy. Your hands grip his hair, urging him onto your heat. His tongue flicks out to lick your juices, and the moan you let out spurs him to bury his face.

His long nose is shoved against your clit, rubbing you in the mot perfect way as his tongue laps you expertly. Your thighs squeeze his head tightly. One of his hands grips your soft thigh hard, the other resumes its ministrations inside your tight pussy, making you choke and feel the hot lick of pleasure push you higher and higher. You grind against his face, Aemond sucking your clit with suchbvigour that you cry out, cumming hard on him. You cream against his tongue, and he laps it all up with a deep moan.

Once your head has stopped swimming at the pleasure of your high, you wobble down and fall to your knees. His thick cock sits right in front of your face, and he slowly parts your lips with the red cockhead. It's huge, you run out of mouth room pretty quickly as his hands grip your hair. You moan, the vibration making his hips stutter, and begin to suck him hard.

"Your lips look so beautiful wrapped arouud me baby," he rasps out. "I'll cum if you carry on."

Enthused, you bob your head faster, hollowing out your cheeks and rubbing your tongue right against the slit of his tip. When you fondle his balls with your hands and swallow hard, Aemond releases a strangled cry of pleasure, face-fucking you hard and fast. He lets out an unintelligible moan as he cums. Some of it leaks down your throat, but he pulls out to cum all over your face and neck. You gasp at the hot white ropes of cum that decorate your collar bone.

Panting, he helps you up, swiping his cum off with a finger and parting your lips for you to swallow it. He kisses you gently, salty and sweet.

"Want to come back to mine?" He asks, eye glinting. You nod eagerly, kissing him sweetly. His hands hold you firmly, and you thank the Gods for your sound system breaking.

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AN: save me modern aemond targaryen save me! love writing that so gimme ur feedback and send any requests! if u like this sort of stuff check out my masterlist!

[ogdegenerate]

I’m back bitches

Werewolf x BAMF Human thingy prt2

I know it’s been 5 months idgaf

Here’s the link for the first part of y’all care

* It’s been a hot minute since your last meeting with the black wolf. And ever since, he won’t leave your thoughts, to your annoyance.

* And annoying it is, you have a bunch of acquaintances, and maybe even some friends, but they don’t really LINGER in your mind once they’re out of sight.

* Maybe you’re just worried for the werewolf? He was badly injured when you first found him.

* Although that would be unlikely, it would take a lot to take down a huge beast like him, and whoever (or whatever) damaged the alpha was most likely dealt with already.

* Maybe the werewolf is still in your thoughts is because of how possibly strong they are?

* You were always the strongest person everybody knew in your hometown. And maybe you’re just not used to someone bigger and conceivably stronger than you.

* And you weren’t very nice when you saw them again, despite everything, you are happy that he’s doing alright.

* But it’s been weeks and the forest is silent, no surprise werewolf interaction or little offering of meat, not even a little hello?

* This shouldn’t bother you, and yet you can’t help but feel…. Bad.

* Maybe a walk would clear up your head.

* Well this is a bizarre turn of events.

* What once was a quick walk into anywhere else but your cabin, transformed into carrying ANOTHER injured werewolf.

* And not just some random werewolf, the BLONDE ONE. With his friends accompanying me back to their village.

* Wherever it is.

* Once you finally got there, you can’t help but feel like you stepped into some sort of fantasy novel.

* With how lively and suspiciously big the place is, you’d figure that you’d accidently wander in here.

* But questions are for future you to ask to a figure in power. This pup needs some first aid and pronto!

* You and the wolves enter into some small building where you see a green wolf with very questionable fashion choices.

* They’re wearing a skull with antlers on their face decorated with owl feathers

* Their cloak and long skirt(?) are made out of various fabrics ranging from so many colors and textures it would give anyone in the art field a NIGHTMARE.

* And there’s a bunch of jewelry and undecipherable runes on their arms and shoulders.

* The green wolf clops (clops????) towards us and takes the badly damaged blondie without even acknowledging my existence.

* Apparently that’s normal for the witch doctor (as the other two stooges call him) to act like that

* I can’t help but notice that the witch doctor is shorter than most werewolves I’ve seen so far.

* Nevertheless the doctor is still well sculpted as much as the other werewolf and they’re still taller than me.

* THERES MAGIC????

* The green wolf stared mixing up from obscure stuff in a flask and splashed it on the blonde wolf, the wounds glowed a mixture of blue and green and shrunken to an unnatural pace.

* The witch doctor says that Fakhr (the name of blondie over here) will be alright but he shouldn’t do any intense for a day or two.

* Before you can even find your voice again, the witch doctor gallops over to the the elephant in the room (you)

* They bombard you with very invasive questions in quick succession, you can’t even answer a single one before the good doctor asks you three more.

* “Are you really a human?” “The same human that can throw an entire tree across the earth?” “How are you so strong?” “Is this an enchantment?” “What kind of enchantment?” “May I have some of your blood?” “How is your relationships with your parents?” “Are THEY human?” “Are you running from someone?” “Is that why you’re living in the forest?” “What’s do you like about the forest?” “You are a male at birth, correct?” “How do you feel about carrying a child?” “It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a uterus, I can figure out something if you’d like?”

* Thankfully, Arda and Rajat (the brown and silver werewolf respectively, thanks Fakhr.) tell the green wolf that you should be really getting back to your cabin.

* And it really isn’t such a bad idea, you are in an unknown place with beings you only figured out existed almost a month ago and they might not have your best interest in mind.

* But you’re feeling petty. You now have a shot at finding a certain black wolf and you might not get a second chance again.

* It takes the three 7 ft wolves a few minutes to get you out of the door of Heka’s (the witch doctor) workplace.

* Fakhr made it very known that it would’ve been much quicker if he wasn’t supposed to be recovering.

* Moving you on dirt is much harder than moving you on wood, your boots are sinking into the ground and pulling you up is like pulling a house by its hinges.

* In an outside perspective, the entire situation may be even comical. Three werewolves, struggling to move a human a little less than 6 feet tall.

* But here you are, rooted into the ground, arms crossed, visibly annoyed. People may mistake you for a statue with how stiff and unbending you are.

* Heka (bless their soul) unintentionally draws up more of an audience by panicking all around you and the three were-stooges.

* The good doctor alternates between nagging at Fakhr for overworking himself, asking you more invasive but reverent questions, and telling the growing crowd to mind their business (but in a professional way).

* The whole scene devolves into the four begging you to just leave before this draws the attention of you-know-who

* What the fuck? What happened to the sun?

* …..oh

* Speak of the devil and he doth appear.

* You don’t know how you end up in the alpha’s house.

* If this even is the alpha’s house, you figured that someone who demands authority would have a much bigger and fancier house???

* I guess vanity isn’t that important with werewolves.

* You managed to save the other wolves gooses from being cooked through the power of conversation.

* And by conversation, it was more like you yelling an earful at the 8 foot beast with too much muscle before they could even get a word in.

* You really should stop doing that, but everytime you see him, you start feeling too many emotions in an overstimulating succession that you might die from thermal-shock.

* But regardless, you finally got what you wanted, some one on one time with the alpha.

* But with you both are sitting, it’s almost feels like being sent to the principal’s office.

* But who’s the one in power and who’s the one in trouble?

* The silence from the alpha would be unnerving if he wasn’t everywhere but you.

* He’s the one who dragged you here (you followed him), do you really need to be the first to strike up conversation?

* You point out the old bandages around his arms and torso, they look like they need to be replaced.

* The black wolf informs you that the bandages are fine and that he’s still wounded.

* Of course you know that’s bullshit because you just left Heka’s place, and they wouldn’t be a good witch doctor if they just left the ALPHA of all people to just heal normally.

* So when you ask if you could see how the wounds are holding up, he looks at you as if you caught them elbow deep in the cookie jar (or I guess the biscuit jar???)

* This is going nowhere, it’s either the bandages or his arms.

* You’re fast, but he’s faster. For someone so bulky, he’s slippery and quick on their feet.

* You waste more time you would like playing cat and mouse with a wolf almost three feet bigger than you.

* As you chase the wolf around the messy house, failing to grasp this giant shadowy figure almost makes you think that this wolf is made out nothing but darkness.

* Fortunately for you, the wolf’s luck runs out as he slips on a piece of paper on the ground.

* Always keep your house tidy, kids!

* Before the wolf could crash onto the ground, you manage to catch him by the torso, securing both of your arms behind his back.

* Now that you got a good hold on him, he’s about as heavy as a reindeer. Must take a lot of skill and energy to prance around like that while carrying so much weight.

* You and the werewolf stay like this for less than a minute, but it feels like eternity.

* You actually manage to make eye contact with the wolf. They look more human than you remember.

* His eyes aren’t glowing as they had when you first met him, but they still shimmer like newly cleaned rubies.

* You can’t help notice that the wolf is holding onto your shoulders, most likely to keep himself up.

* You gently set him down on the floor, you pin both of your knees at his hips so he won’t get away. He doesn’t struggle against you.

* You unwrap the bandages on his write arm, just as you suspected, he’s doing fine.

* You feel about the muscles on his arm, from the FPL, to the bicep, and to the tricep. Everything seems to be in order. His tricep is also fairly big, and he’s not even flexing, you think.

* You move on to the left arm, they’re pretty much symmetrical, both in form and health.

* You move the alpha’s forearm to see how the bicep stretches and squeezes, he must’ve done a lot of chin ups to get arms this big

* Suddenly, the black wolf flexes his arms and his muscles bulges into life, you’re almost taken aback with how big they’ve gotten.

* And they’re hard enough to break Brazil nuts, you can even feel the veins under all of that fur.

* Moving on, you turn to the shoulders and neck, and they’re both broad as the distance between Texas and Thailand.

* You can feel the stress and stiffness in the trapezius, so you might as well massage them while you’re here. Must be taxing work to be an alpha.

* You look up to see the werewolf’s eyes close, mouth slightly open, and tongue peaking out.

* You think you’re doing a great job.

* What seems like minutes passing, you stoped rubbing neck and shoulders and move down to the pectorals

* And what you see before are a pair of giant HAMS.

* Each one of them are bigger than both of your hands, and you thought you had a well developed chest.

* Against your better judgment, you grabbed each one of them by the underpart and pushed up.

* The alpha made a quick gasp at your sudden boldness, feeling like you stepped over a boundary too many, you let go and moved your hands away.

* But then the werewolf grabs your writs and places them back at his chest.

* Well, best not to look at a gift horse in the mouth.

* As you fondle with the wolf’s pecs, you can’t help but to be amazed at how soft yet firm they are, they’re like huge pillows of tense muscle and meat.

* The wolf’s breathing seems to be getting heavier, periodically accompanied by a quiet moan.

* After I finished playing with his pecs, I move even lower to the core.

* It’s hard to see with all of the fur in the way, but you do feel abs, and indeed they are.

* By god you can grate meat on those if there wasn’t so much fur in the way.

* I look at the werewolf, unsure if I should even be doing what I’m thinking of doing.

* He stares back at me with a look of anticipation, as if waiting for me to work my magic on him once more.

* Fuck it, if he wants to bite my face off after this, then I have no regrets.

* I start rubbing on his abs and belly, abandoning all sense and giving into my carnal desires.

* The silent and stoic werewolf is now more loud and vocal than ever.

* He raises his arms over his head, granting me full reign over his body, his head jerks side to side and the sounds coming out of his throat portrays how much he’s enjoying this.

* His groans and moans gets louder and more intense as time goes on, giving attention to his pecs and down to his sides and to his stomach again.

* The both of you are now lost in the moment, you don’t even remember why the two of you even got here in the first place, or what you were even worried about.

* A greedy squeeze on pec had the wolf shout sounds of pure ecstasy, as he thrust his hips upwards.

* That climatic occurrence was just abrupt enough to wake you from your lust filled spell.

* You look around to see what’s happening and what you’re doing and how absolutely insane you’re being.

* The wolf on the other hand was still in a trance, it’s kinda cute and weird that a giant monster could act so puppy like.

* The werewolf slowly opens his eyes and looks up at you, honestly it would be fare that the alpha wouldn’t be so happy to be taken advantaged of.

* “Why…. Did you stop?”

* …..or not.

* You don’t really want to answer that question because then you have to answer why you decided to do… whatever that was, so instead you asked a question of your own.

* “Why didn’t you come and see me?”

* The wolf looked surprised by your response, which then turned into sadness. He turned his muzzle away from you, unable to face you.

* What is even going on??????

* You sigh, and lean towards the wolf

* “Look, I’m not mad, or disappointed. I was just…. Concerned about you.”

* The werewolf looked at you swiftly, and then turn his eyes away. Before you could continue, he speaks.

* “I… didn’t know how to approach you…”

* You… have no idea what that could mean.

* “I felt very bad after I’ve eaten all of your food, you had no pack to turn to or help you out, I feared that you will starve.”

* I guess that makes sense, he was probably very hungry after almost dying, and everything in my kitchen was left unguarded.

* He is still partly a wild animal.

* “When I heard that you chased away my wolves, I almost didn’t believe it. But I wanted to make sure.”

* “I searched far and wide for that boar and killed it so I could give it to you.”

* He really did all of that? That huge mountain of pork? And he dragged it all the way to my cabin?

* “Everyone else thought that I was gonna teach you a lesson for messing with my tribe, they were really surprised when I just came to drop off food for you.”

* “Well, I’m not sure if I would win if we were to fight.”

* “But I don’t want to hurt you!”

* The werewolf sits up from the ground to face you, there’s panic, worry, and sorrow in his eyes.

* You’re taken aback how this stranger is acting very caring towards you.

* “I… well… I-“

* “I don’t want to hurt you either.”

* The werewolf’s ears perk up with your response, the gloomy feelings that once was there are now fading away

* “I don’t know why but I can’t stop thinking about you, and the more I’m not with you, the worse it gets.”

* What are you doing?

* “I never felt like this before, so vulnerable, so scared, so anxious. Especially for someone else who I barely know!”

* You try to reign back your feelings, but they keep flowing out of your mouth.

* “The thought of you getting hurt, the thought of never seeing you again, the thought of there’s someone out there trying to take you away from me… it’s painful. And I just-“

* You look up at the wolf who’s staring at you intently, there’s no malice of or judgement, there’s something else, something just as intense.

* You forgot what you were gonna say next.

* “Today was a long fucking day”

* The absurdity of this entire month finally dawns on you, you were so used to being the strangest person in town, and now you have to deal with werewolves and witchcraft.

* “I’m sorry for chasing you around in your own house

* “I’m sorry for ignoring you”

* “I’m sorry for yelling at you twice infront of your people.”

* “I’m sorry for stealing your food and leaving without saying anything”

* “Hey, in your defense… you were dying.”

* …..

* The both of you burst out laughing, this was a whole mess, you and this werewolf you don’t know the name of are just one big mess.

* “Y’know come to think of it, I didn’t even got your name, yet.”

* The wolf snapped out of their jovial mood and puts his hands on his face. Cute.

* “Fergus the bloody, at your service”

* Now that’s a title for a werewolf, must be an alpha thing.

* “Call me Y/N”

* You and your new friend, Fergus the alpha, smile at eachother as you said your goodbyes.

* And for the first time in forever, you couldn’t wait to him again.