#sorry this got long and also took a while

[batsandbirdbrains]

You have me so invested in this “Dick is actually younger than what he said” AU that it’s crazy omg. The angst possibilities are endless, but for now I'll focus on fluff/family feels. Bruce definitely somehow becomes even more overprotective once he finds out.

If it's when Dick is still small Robin (actual age 6, portrayed age 9/10) he tries to give Dick safer missions or have him go on less patrols. Of course this backfires as Dick is a feral child he won't stop being Robin and taking on dangerous cases. He just sneaks out more and Bruce finally caves in and treats him like he used to lol

If Bruce finds out when Dick is supposed to be a teenager (actual age like 12, portrayed age 14/15) then Bruce becomes overbearing about Dick's friendships. Dick is still young enough that he only has crushes (if YJ maybe Zatanna, if TT maybe Kori) while Bruce is adamant that Dick is not allowed to date until he's like 30. Alfred vetoes this once Dick is actually 14/15 and someone asks him out who is close to his actual age. Bruce also disapproves of Dick's friendship with Roy because he feels that Roy is a bad influence/too old to be friends with Dick (Dick is of course offended and becomes closer friends with Roy partially to spite Bruce)

If Bruce finds out once Dick is actually over 18 and is Nightwing (meaning no longer living at Wayne Manor), he has a crisis that involves a lot of looking at old photos and videos of young Bruce and Dick. Mostly Bruce is upset because he probably negatively impacted Dick's growth very early on (I'm a pediatric nurse so the difference between a 5 year old and an 8 year is significant! Raising a 5 year old to the standard of an 8 year old would be very stressful for a 5 year old and lead to a lot of issues once they are older). He's also upset that he treated Dick like an adult once he was an older teen when Dick was emotionally still pretty young. But a little part of Bruce is a little happy that he got to be a part of his oldest son's life from a younger age and got to see him from preschool age.

Sorry for the long ask/HCs! I'd go into angst but I have even more ideas about that lol

Oh send all the ideas in send them in!! I love to read them!!

Bruce would absolutely feel guilty as hell no matter what age he finds out the truth. Because he’s convinced he ruined Dick’s childhood by being too oblivious to realize how obvious it was that his small child he adopted was actually an even smaller child. He knows what actual eight year olds look like. How did he let a five year old convince him he was that much older? He feels like such a failure of a father.

He just stares at pictures from the first few years he took in Dick and he can’t look away. He rewatches home videos and cries because Dick was really so teeny tiny itty bitty. God, he lost his two front baby teeth when he was with Bruce, those are like the first teeth kids start losing! How was Bruce so stupid?

But he’d been so cute with the little gap in his smile, his little lisp until his grown up teeth grew in, and it just went right over Bruce’s head.

Dick had slept in Bruce’s bed on and off for years, into his early teens even. Bruce thought maybe it was due to his patrolling, his being Robin, that maybe it made Dick more anxious than a normal kid or something. But really he’d been 10 or 11 when he stopped, when he started sleeping in his own room consistently, and Bruce finds out that that isn’t entirely abnormal.

He’s a late bloomer was an excuse Bruce always used. But he wasn’t. Dick was right on time for all his growth spurts and milestones.

It’s just such a fun trope and I don’t think I’ve actually seen it expanded on all that much tbh.

[girly-girlk]

Sexist Rafe?

housewife

rafe cameron x bimbo!reader

summary: rafe wants to keep you as his housewife

a/n: sorry that this one took a little while, i hope you enjoy it!💕

rafe liked pretty things. shiny cars, crisp bills, and girls who didn’t talk too much unless they were moaning his name.

you were exactly his type—long lashes, glossy lips, tiny skirts that made old men stare and rafe clench his jaw. you said things like “i don’t get it, baby, can you do it for me?” while twirling your hair, and he never corrected you. never wanted to. you looked too perfect with that confused little pout.

you thought rafe liked having you around because you were “fun.” but the truth? he had a plan for you from the second he saw you licking on a strawberry lollipop at a kildare party, giggling with your friends in a pink tube top that barely covered your tits.

“you’re not made for working,” he’d said one night, dragging you into his lap after you mentioned applying for a job. “you’re made for me.”

he meant it. rafe didn’t want a girl who knew about taxes or stocks. he wanted you—sweet, soft, and completely his. someone he could dress up like a doll and show off at the club, but also keep tucked away in his house, cooking in tiny aprons and nothing else.

“you like playing house, don’t you, baby?” he murmurs against your neck, arms around your waist as you stir boxed mac and cheese. “wearing my shirts. making my dinner. being mine.”

you giggle, leaning back into him. “i like it when you tell me what to do.”

rafe grins, something dark flashing in his eyes. “yeah? then how about this—quit whatever dumb little job idea you had, and stay home. i’ll take care of everything. all you gotta do is look pretty and be here when i get back. think you can handle that?”

you blink up at him, big eyes wide, and nod slowly. “but… what if people think i’m, like, dumb?”

he snorts. “you are dumb, baby. but you’re mine. and that’s all that matters.”

he kisses you hard, hands sliding up your thighs as you squeak into his mouth. the pasta starts boiling over, but rafe doesn’t care.

later, when he’s got you laid out on the kitchen counter with your frilly apron bunched around your waist, he’ll remind you again:

“you were never meant to be anything but mine. my girl. my wife. my perfect little housewife.”

[dissociativewriter]

OH MY! congrats on the 400 followers!!! and for the event can't you write some angst with sylus x nonmc, please??? don't know if you have listened to WILDFLOWER by Billie eilish, but i really wanna see what would be born out of that??? not pressure tho! (also sorry for my english but im not a native speaker haha)

thank you!! this was an amazing request! it took me a while to write it, but i really like this. i hope you do too!

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The base hadn’t been quiet in months.

It was nice, you thought. A welcome change. In all your years at Onychinus there was always a tense silence. Always something that seemed to say this was an operation, not a home.

That all changed when Miss Hunter arrived, though.

Everything seemed warmer, splashes of color dotted around and a constant hum of chatter echoed through the space.

You’d never seen Sylus like this. Even when he was laughing and messing around with Luke and Kieran, he hadn’t allowed himself to be this happy. It seemed like there was something holding him back, something expectant.

Now the air was lighter, his shoulders lost their tension, his laughs came more freely. Things seemed to be looking up.

That made the newfound silence all the more jarring.

Miss Hunter had left just as quickly as she’d came. It wasn’t a huge ordeal. She hadn’t made a big deal out of it. There was just an conversation, spoken in quiet tones behind closed doors. Next thing you knew, she was gone in a mess of tears and broken promises.

You’d let Sylus alone for a time after that. Taken up the responsibilities of Onychinus in his stead, the role practically second nature ever since he’d promoted you to second-in-command a few years ago.

It was quiet again. You didn’t see much of the Boss, and you never expected to see Miss Hunter again.

But she’d shown up at your doorstep one night within the first week of their separation. Tear tracks on her cheeks and a heart-wrenching sob asking for someone to talk to.

You’d obliged, of course. How could you turn her away when she was like this? Pulling her into you, rubbing her back as she sobbed into your shoulder. She blubbered that she didn’t have anyone to talk to, that none of her friends really knew Sylus enough to cry about him to.

She explained that even if they weren’t together, she didn’t want to expose him and his identity like that.

You nodded, holding her close as she seemed to cry herself dry. She did most of the talking that night. Talking about how it had been a mutual decision, how they both felt like they just weren’t right for each other.

Miss Hunter had said she never expected falling out of love to hurt so bad.

The next morning, Sylus emerged from his room for the first time in four days. Silvery hair messy, eyes bloodshot, usually steady hands now trembling at his sides.

You sat with him. Wordlessly offered him a cup of coffee. He took it with a nod of thanks, holding it close instead of drinking it, like he was willing its burning warmth to thaw the cold that had taken over.

It became a routine. You’d sit with him, allow the quiet that had been uncomfortable, that had had something missing, to settle until it became something resembling understanding.

Sylus tried to distract himself with the work of Onychinus. You limited his access and told him he needed to sit with his grief and understand it before it consumed him entirely, not avoid it with gunfights and business deals.

Sylus never was able to fight you when you got like this.

He let you take care of him in a way no one had in a long time. It was gentle, quiet. A cup of tea here, a gentle reminder there. Never asking too many questions, never pushing for something more. He didn’t mention how much he appreciated it. He knew he didn’t have to.

You should have seen it coming, you thought. He was vulnerable. You were there. You should have expected it when the touches began to linger, when he began reaching for you.

You always thought of her when he did that.

Maybe you brushed it off because you thought you’d never compare to her. After all, what was the worry, when she was so bright and outgoing when you just seemed to fade into the background.

“No one knows me as well as you do,” Sylus muttered one night, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’ve always been there for me. I think— no, I know…”

Your breathing felt like it stopped. All you could think of, all you could see in the back of your mind was Miss Hunter. Should you feel this guilty? This hurt?

Were you just a replacement, something to fill the void, that fresh wound that kept bleeding?

“I love you,” Sylus whispered, low and reverent.

You didn’t move your hand from his. You didn’t say how all you could think about was how Miss Hunter must have felt.

Sylus didn’t mean to hurt you. You knew that.

Maybe being quiet was for the best.

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[ghostiesori]

College!Simon x College!reader

Summary: This is before the military. || You're a new college girly. College freshman and Simon is a College Junior. Met at a party and ... it went from there. Reader is a cunty lil thing. Reader is early 20's and Simon is Mid-Late 20's. inaccurate brit talk. Made up college. No use of y/n. Reader has long hair. (it can be a wig or not, your choice.) Reader is a bit curvy.

POC reader.

CW: Size kink, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed (dont do drugs yall), unprotected p in v (rubber or no entry, people), looooooots of swearing, spitting, slapping (on the ass and on the cunt.) , Mean!Simon (sort of?), Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Degrading Kink. Daddy kink? (a little.)

Word Count: ...your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart.

A/N, I have an ISSUE with rambling and getting into details.

Leaving home never felt better.

No one could tell you to go back and go home. Not a fucking soul.

That 3 hour drive from London to Manchester was hell but it was all worth it when you got to that big ass college in manchester. Finally away from all the sibling fights, parents calling you, playing parent to the younger siblings, stress, just freedom at last. Big dorms, Big campus, New faces...plus you have a couple of friends over there so you wouldnt be completely alone.

Once you finished with your first week, you were in your dorm room, face down in the bed. you already felt burnt out. Its the first fucking week and we have this much work? Luckily youre a "do it ahead of time so i can do what the fuck I want later" type of girl.

As you were finishing up your chemistry work, your friend, Zuri called you. You slid your chair to your bed to grab your phone, answer it and slide back to your desk. Putting the phone down on speaker, as you continued to write.

"whats going on now?" You said with a sigh. "[+], so....theres this party tonight and I want you to go—" you were about to cut her off with an excuse but she beat you too it..sorry. "—and before you go 'but i have homework to do' bitch its friday and youre goin' to let loose okay?"

You sighed at the friend knowing you so well. you werent one for crowds at all, however..it was your first time and you did want to enjoy yourself..maybe find someone to talk to. its been awhile.

"Soooo...you coming or not?" You put the pen down and stood up. "Fiiiiiiine, shit. Ill call you when im done getting ready."

She hung up after blowing you kisses through the phone and you got to your closet and looked for an outfit. You were going to a college party...oh you were going to show some skin..but also carry a taser just in case a man, or woman, cant keep it to themselves. (Protect yourselves, ladies!)

After an hour or so, you had on a outfit with some heels, did a little makeup and did your hair in a ponytail with a brown bow. Was the outfit revealing? Yes. But you wanted to look sexy.

You were about to call zuri again but there was a knock at the door, you walked over and opened it..there she was.

"You took to long to call me and I got excited..." She looked over your outfit and looked back at your face. "Bitch, you look good. As fuck. But you dont need the purse..just you, a phone and your tazer maybe."

You thanked her, grabbed what you needed, and headed out with her to the parking lot and rode with her to the party.

The moment you stepped in, it smelled like sex, weed, and spilled liquor. A bit loud but it wasnt overwhelming.

You followed zuri around and saw your other friends here. Your other two friends, Mikayla & Lauren. They both hugged you while holding a cup of whatever it was. "[+], how you enjoying your first week?" Lauren asked, Close to your ear so you can hear.

"Its okay, not too bad." She nodded at your answer and all of you began to talk about anything.

As youre talking, your eyes drift off to a guy sitting with two friends with a mask on. You scrutinize him for a bit. Big muscles, a shirt that looked tight on him. Manspreading. You looked back at your friends. "Hey..whos that over there..?" You point your pinkie finger so its not too obvious.

They all look and then look back at you. "Thats simon...hes one of the gym people here. Doesnt do sports or anything, but hes sexy as hell just off the muscles." Lauren said to you, nonchalantly. "Why? You wanna talk to him?" Zuri added with a smile.

"Well i mean-"

You were cut off by mikayla and zuri pushing you in the direction of him. Which caused you to stumble a bit, but you eventually made it over..looking at him closer. He stopped his conversation and looked at you.

Your throat got a little dry, fidgeting on your acrylic nails.

"Hi.."

"'ello.."

His voice took you off guard. That deep gravelly voice that had your stomach feeling like it had butterflies in it. His friends looked at him with a knowing look..then removed themselves to let you two be alone.

You looked at him as he stood up..standing maybe 6'2.

"Uh, im [+]." you said lowly, but he could hear you.

He didnt answer for a while, looking looking down at you and the way you stood. Those big brown orbs looking up at him, the bow in your ponytail, the way your top hugged your tits. How small your skirt hugged the fat of your thighs and had your ass out a bit.

" simon. "

You nodded and looked around at the party. suddenly it did feel a bit too loud. Too crowded...too overwhelming. He picked up on it. He didnt exactly tear his eyes away from your face when you turned. He never really seen someone like you. So pretty, so sweet lookin'. He was gonna make you his by tonight, sweetheart.

" y'dont look too comfortable. "

You looked back at him.. "Oh , i just dont like crowds that well. Im more of a quiet space."

He let out a small hum. In a way, you were both the same. Small group of people, hated crowds of people. He liked it and he liked it way more than he thought.

" We can go back to mine if y'like. I dont stay on campus..too noisy. "

And so you did.

You dont know what happened really. Car ride was quiet, got to his flat and got to talking. subtle glances, small touches...

now youre on his lap, his mask pulled off and youre making out with him.

Kissing until lips are swell. Spit connecting your lips together. His big hand coming under your skirt, hiking it on your hips, to squeeze your ass like he owns it, cause he does, now that he got you here.

He went down to your jaw, your neck to leave some hickeys, then unzipped the back of your shirt to get it off and let out a groan when he sat your brown nipples. Hard from the bit of cold air, and how turned on your were.

"oh sweet girl..these pretty things f'me?"

He licked around your nipples, as he looked up at you. You let out a soft moan..then a loud and harsh smack to your ass as you let out a small scream.

" I asked you a question, doll. These pretty things f'me?"

"Y-yes..for you, si."

Si. Oh he liked that one.. "Good girl." He put one of your nipples in his mouth. Sucking and a bit of biting. Definitely meaning to leave some hickeys on you.

Youre grinding your poor soppy panties slowly on his bulge in his jeans. Head back, moans bouncing off the walls. He looked up at you and suddenly lifted you up as he stood to walk you to his bedroom.

Once he got you laid all pretty, His scarred hands undressing you. Stripping you bare until all of you is just open to him. His hands sprawled out on your thighs and hips.

"Fuckin' look at you," he started as his hand went down. Thumb playing with that glistening clit between your legs that made you let out a couple of breathy moans. "Jus' so fuckin' soaked for me."

Your hips are practically grinding against his thumb. Wanting to have his fingers knuckles deep and eat you out like you never have been before. "Si...please." you moaned out.

"Please wha'? 'm not a mind reader, gotta tell me what y'want, doll." His thumb pressed harder, going in slow, agonizing circles that made you whine. "..need you to eat me out, please.."

"That's a good girl."

He lifted your legs up to your chest and leaned down, looking at your soppy cunt just begging to have him. He let out a groan before he looked at you and licked from your folds to your clit, sucking on it, causing you to moan and your head going back. Then he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

"Y'gonna watch me eat this cunt, look away and I stop now. Understand me? "

The way you clenched around nothing but looked at him. You gave a small nod, but that wasnt enough for him. He gave you a mean look, and—SLAP— straight to your soppy little cunt. aw..poor thing. He grabbed you by the back of the neck, pulling you closer to his face.

"Use y'words or tis' is gonna be a looooong night for you, baby. y'like cummin' dont you?"

You whined, squirmed and looked at him, "Yes, i do..'m sorry." He gave a pat on your cheek and went down, spitting on your pussy and started eating you out like no ones business. You kept your eyes on him as he did it. Moaning and your hands in his hair, holding on to something to hold you down.

"Mmm fuck, s-si—feel s' good.." He looked at you as he sucked, licked and even tounge fucked your pussy. He started to add his fingers in the mess of it all. Your hips jerked and your moans got louder. "Thas it, take it swee'eart." Your pussy got tighter, hands gripping his hair tighter.

Then you came with a loud pretty moan that had him groaning against your pussy. Slurping up all your juices and cock bulging his jeans uncomfortably. You laid back on the bed, a little fucked out in the face. He lifted his head up, "Fuckin' cunts so good f'me.." He gave one more slap to your sore soppy pussy before removing his own clothes.

You eyed his body. Couldnt help it , he was fine as fuck. Big man, Big muscles, tattoos, a cock that hung under its own weight. You looked at his cock then back at him, "never seen one this big, princess?" He nudged his tip against your folds, getting it nice and slick, getting a soft moan out of you. "might be too big.."

"Oh pretty girl.." He leaned down to get real close to your ear as he bright your legs over his shoulder. His gravelly voice just real deep in your ear that had your pussy clenching and leaking and you were a slut falling for it. " 'm gonna make you take it."

He slowly pushing himself in, watching your mouth form that "o" then your head going back, moaning out as he nearly bottomed out. " 's too big.."

"yet, y'pretty cunts suckin' me in." After a few nudges, his tip was kissing your cervix. He stayed there to let you adjust but they didn't last long, now did it.?

Hes slamming his hips on yours, balls full and hitting against your ass. Drawing lines of slick between them. Your moans loud and you're babbling already. "Pussy so good..such a good slut for me—fuck—'s all mine?"

Your head was against the pillow, looking up at him as you whined and moaned. "Fuckkk—yes daddy!" It slipped. But not that you were goons take it back, you could barely think. But simon loved it. It made him sit up and fuck into you harder, coaxing more and louder moans out you. Even some tears in your eyes that made him feral.

He was groaning and grabbed one of your tits, squeezing it. "Pretty fuckin' slut f'me.." "im—fuck—'m close.." He looked down at you as he angled his hips and thrusts, hitting that gooey spot inside you that had you crying and screaming. "Cum alllll over me, swee'eart."

You started to shake, grab the sheets for dear life as you let out a whine as you squirted on him. Spraying your cum on him. That skin in skin plap—plap—plap turning wet. It was turning him on real fucking good.

He slowed down to a stop and pulled out, leaving you with a whine as the sudden lost of contact. His cock was veiny and red, balls heavy and ready to unload. He turned your on your hands and knees, head pressed down into the pillow as he pulled your hips up.. then without warning he pushed into your soppy pussy again earning a loud moan from your lips. Fucking you stupid. A harsh sting came down on your ass.

SLAP—"Sucha good fuckin' whore for me." He fucked into you harder, earning more tears from your eyes. Pulling you up by your hair and kissing you harshly.

You both moaned into eachothers mouths. Simon kept fucking you into tomorrow, His free hand came around to circle your clit. He pulled away, heavy breathing. "Cum with me, doll."

"Fuck—Daddy fuckkkk!" You came again with your eyes rolling back and he gave a few erratic thrusts before groaning out and his flushed to shooting ropes of his cum in your walls. "fuckk.. tha's it, take it all."

Soon after he slowly pulled out, watching his cum flow out of your sore pussy. Your fucked out face. Too tired to move. Then he carried you to his bathroom.

"C'mon...ill get us cleaned up, doll," You gave a small hum in return as your head laid in his shoulder.

a/n: oh my fucking god yo.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Late Night & an Early Morning with Mami & Mama (LiaWältiXMarionaCaldenteyXChildReader)

Summary: you have a Bad dream and still have a good Morning.

You woke up at night, looking around. It was 3am. Noticing that your moms weren't in your bedroom with you anymore. So you started crying. They always read you a Story and you fell asleep with them there. It has always been like that. As Long as you could remember. Which wasn't long cause you just turned three years old a week ago.

"Mami?Mama?ayuda." You sobbed out. It only took them like 15 seconds to stand in front of your little bed which was painted like the Emirates Stadium & had Arsenal Written all over it. And your mommies Jersey Numbers. ( Mami?Mama?Help. )

"¿Qué pasa princesa?" Your Mami asked, picking you up and holding you close. You cuddled up to her right away. ( what's wrong princess? )

"mal sueño." You informed your mommies. Pouting thought the tears. ( Bad Dream. )

"Oh, no, dulce niña. Lo siento mucho oír eso." Your Mami replied. Kissing the top of your head. ( oh no sweet girl. sorry to hear that. )

"would you like to sleep in bed with me and Mami?" Your Mama asked. Gently stroking your hair.

"sí, por favor." Your answered. "Momo sleeps with us?" You wanted to know. Momo was your stuffed monkey. You didn't go anywhere without it. ( Yes please. )

"He sure can." Your Mama agreed. Smiling softly at you.

"thanks Mama! Thanks Mami!" You replied with a soft smile. Yawning softly.

The three of you went back to your mommies bed. You laid in top of your Mami while your Mama was running your back gently and your Mami gently stroking your hair. One of your hands had a tight grip on Momo.

"get some more rest my sweet Girl! In a few hours you gonna travel with us to Manchester." Your Mama let you know. So you closed your eyes. Smiling a bit. Because you would be able to see your auntie Grace. Your auntie Kyra had introduced you to her. Cause the two were quite close.

"Duerme bien, dulce niña." Your Mami whispered out. Which you didn't even hear anymore because you fell asleep again. Your Mama let out a sigh of relief. Traveling with a tried and grumpy toddler wasn't fun. So she was glad you got some more sleep. ( sleep well, sweet girl . )

"she is out like a light!" Your Mama whispered out and cuddled up to your Mami. The two falling asleep as well.

The morning was quite peaceful and you let your Mami get you dressed before the three of you drove to the Training grounds because that was where the Bus was leaving from. In the Car you listened to a Paw Patrol Audiobook.

"i Love Marshall!" You happily announced with a lisp. Which made both of your mommies laugh.

"Lo sabemos princesa." Your Mami said. "You Tell us at least once a day!" She added. ( we know princess. )

"and we brought you lots of different Marshall plushies!" Your Mama replied.

"i needed them all! A Marshall Football team!" You told them. You had around 10 different Marshall plushies and you insisted that they all had to sleep in your bed.

"of course you did, Liebling." Your Mama said. Smiling softly. ( Sweetheart. )

Twenty minutes later you have reached your destination. When your Mama got you out of the car, your auntie Kyra , auntie Beth and auntie Steph walked over.

"Look Steph, Look Beth it's our favorite little princess!" Your auntie Kyra announced and held her arms out for you and you walked up to her since your Mama had put you down onto the ground.

"aunties!" You happily said and jumped into Kyras Arms. "I Had a Bad dream so Mami and Mama let me sleep in their big bed!" You explained.

"sorry you had a Bad dream, Sweet Angel. But glad your mommies made you feel better!" Your Auntie Steph replied. You held onto Kyra and cuddled up to her. Looking at Steph.

"thank you auntie Steffy!" You answered.

When you sat on the Bus you had decided to sit with your auntie Leah & auntie Beth. Being very entertained by listening to them talk about different kind of dogs. It also made you want to get a Dog.

"i get a Dog?" You asked. Looking at them both.

"kiddo you have to ask your Mama and Mami!" Your auntie Leah told you.

"¿Me compras uno solo?" You asked. ( You can just buy me one? )

"in english please!" Your auntie Beffy answered. You sometimes don't realize that you reply in Spanish or (Swiss-)German.

"she said that you should just buy her a Dog or asked you to buy her one. That's the better explanation . Which isn't happening." Your Mami explained. She was sitting behind your aunties Leah and Beth with your Mama.

"Vale la pena intentarlo." You admitted. ( worth a try. )

"i need to start learning Spanish!" Your auntie Beth stated and chuckled softly.

"agreed!" Your mami answered with a soft smile.

"maybe when you are older we can get a Dog." Your Mama let you know.

"okay." You replied. Still pouting a little. But not saying anything about the dog for the rest of the Drive. No somehow you ended up asleep in your auntie Daphnes Arms. Snoring cutely.

So your morning was quite relaxing. If only all Mornings were as relaxing as this one.

[grlcarcass]

I need current Axl x controversially young girlfriend 🙂‍↕️🙏🏻

(Meeting the parents or something like that)

dirty old man - axl rose fanfic

taglist: @brokenglassb1tch @californiaahunny @tranquilitybasegrunge @slashes-strings @dazecrea

content: smut 18+, LEGAL age gap!

a/n: Hi!! I finally got to finish this! It’s been sitting in my google docs collecting dust T_T I hope this is a good one for you! also sorry i couldnt find like a cutesy little pic of him with a girl for the cover T_T

I hope u all like it <3 first fic back in a long time, it kinda took a bit longer to write!

The suite Axl rented was tucked high in the hills, buried in the kind of LA quiet you could only afford with platinum records. Outside the windows, the skyline glowed soft and gold. Inside, it was dim and still.

Velvet curtains drawn halfway. Lights low. Room service gone cold on the coffee table.

And herself, curled into the corner of his leather couch, oversized tshirt slipping off one shoulder, her legs stretched bare across the cushions, humming some dumb little song under her breath like she didn’t know she was driving him crazy.

She always looked like trouble when she was pretending not to be.

Axl leaned against the far wall, half in shadow, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t saying anything. Just watching. Quiet, like he only got around her.

She felt his stare long before she turned to meet it. “What?” she asked, grinning. “You look like you’re tryin’ to memorize me.”

“I am,” he said, voice low and rough.

He meant it.

She rolled her eyes like it was nothing, but her cheeks pinked just the same. “You’re such a sap when you’re sober.”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. Because yeah, maybe he was.

They weren’t supposed to make sense. Not on paper. Not in pictures. Not in tabloids.

He was older. Famous. Loud. Bruised up by the years.

She was still shiny in places he’d dulled. Soft where he’d sharpened. A girl too young for his world, too clever for her own good, and just bratty enough to bite the hand that fed her if it told her to sit still.

And she loved him. Fiercely. Stupidly. In the same way he loved her, like something that hurt a little but felt too good to stop. Painfully dangerous.

Later, when the moon had replaced the skyline and she was lying with her head in his lap, playing with the hem of his shirt while he rubbed lazy circles into her hip, she asked, “Do they still talk about me?”

Axl’s hand stilled for a moment. “Yeah.”

She nodded like she already knew. “And what do they say?”

“That I’m a dirty old man.”

She giggled, not even flinching. “Well,” she said, batting her lashes, “you are.”

Axl cracked a smile, wide and weary. “You’re an asshole, little lady.”

He leaned down and kissed her slow, like it was the only answer worth giving. She smiled all smug like.

The first time he’d kissed her, really kissed her, had been behind the curtains after some industry dinner where she’d worn a slinky black dress and sat on his lap half the night just to piss off the suits.

She hadn’t been trying to start anything. Not really. But Axl had looked at her like she was fire and he’d already decided to burn. The kiss had been stupid.

Hot. Messy. A little dangerous.

Everything since then had felt the same.

Tonight felt quieter.

There was no party. No stage. No cameras. Just the two of them and the hum of the air conditioner and the weight of a day spent apart.

She climbed into his lap like it was her favorite seat in the house which, of course, it was, and kissed him like she was claiming him again.

“You miss me?” she whispered, mouth brushing his.

“All the time.”

“Show me.”

He did.

His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her like she was weightless, carrying her toward the bedroom in silence except for the soft thud of his boots on the carpet.

She didn’t giggle or tease like usual. She just looked at him, all wide eyed, certain, soft.

He laid her down slow. Reverent. Like she might vanish if he blinked.

Axl had always been rough around the edges. Always loud, sharp, bigger than the room. But not with her. With her, he was quiet. Careful. Like she was the only thing he was afraid to break.

He peeled her shirt off with aching patience, knuckles grazing her stomach, breath catching when her breasts spilled into the moonlight.

“God, baby,” he rasped. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

She hooked a finger into the collar of his shirt, pulling him down. “Then die super slow, please.”

He chuckled, low and dangerous, then kissed her again, deeper now. All tongue and heat, his weight pressing her into the mattress, one knee between her thighs, grinding slow enough to make her squirm.

“You’re such a tease,” he muttered against her neck, biting just enough to leave a mark.

His hands roamed with purpose down her sides, under her thighs, spreading her open slow like a gift he’d been too patient to unwrap.

She was already slick, pulsing, gasping when his fingers found her.

“You always get like this for me?” he whispered, fingers slipping through the mess between her legs, eyes locked on her face.

She nodded, slightly biting her lip, breath hitching.

“Say it.”

“I always get like this for you, Axl.”

He groaned, forehead pressing to hers.

“Good,” he whispered, sliding two fingers in, curling them just right. “Because I live for this. For you.”

Axl was on his knees between her thighs, hands gripping her hips like they were the only things keeping him grounded. The sight of her laid out like that, lips parted, chest rising fast, eyes wide with need, was enough to make him dizzy. And she knew it.

He ducked down, pressing open-mouth kisses to her inner thighs, biting gently until she gasped.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured. “Like some cardinal sin I don’t want the world to forgive me for indulging in.”

She let out a soft, shaky laugh. “Then don’t be.”

He licked a slow stripe through her folds and she jolted, one hand flying to his hair. He groaned like it was his favorite sound in the world because maybe it was.

“Oh my god—Axl—”

He flattened his tongue and dragged it up again, circling her clit with maddening patience, then sucking it into his mouth while two fingers pushed deep, curling until she was arching off the bed.

“That’s it,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Cum for me, baby. I need it.”

She moaned, grinding against his face, chasing the high he built with every flick of his tongue. He never looked away from her eyes locked on hers while he ruined her in the softest, filthiest way.

And when she broke, hips bucking, thighs clamping around his head, he held her through it, kissing her like she was holy.

He crawled up her body, mouth shiny with her, cock flushed and hard between them.

“Can I?” he whispered, voice shaking. “Need to be inside you. Been needing it all damn week.”

She nodded, dizzy. “Please.”

Axl groaned and lined himself up, nudging in slow, stretching her open until he bottomed out. He stayed there for a moment, forehead pressed to hers, both of them trembling.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so—” he gasped.

He moved slow. Deep. Worshipful. Each thrust dragging a whimper from her throat. His hands never stopped moving—brushing her hair back, gripping her waist, stroking her jaw.

“You were made for me,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Doesn’t matter what they say.”

“I don’t ever give this to guys my age.” she gasped.

“Too much of a damn treasure, tight little cunt.”

He kissed her like he was starving, fucking her with steady, unrelenting heat, like it wasn’t just lust, it was need.

She clung to him, wrapped around him, whispering his name over and over like a prayer. And when she came again, this time with tears in her eyes he followed, burying his face in her neck, groaning as he spilled inside her.

They stayed like that, tangled and shaking, hearts pounding in time.

They lay tangled in the bedsheets, their skin cooling slowly against the high thread count linen. Axl was still buried inside her, softening with each slow breath, his chest rising and falling as he kissed the edge of her jaw.

He didn’t rush to pull away. He never did. Being inside her like that pressed together. No space for shame or secrets, was the only time he felt completely understood.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her face.

She nodded, eyes closed, lips swollen from all the kissing. “More than okay.”

Axl smiled, then shifted to lie beside her, pulling her onto his chest. She went willingly, resting her ear over his heart like it was the only sound that mattered. His fingers found her spine, drawing slow, aimless lines that made her melt deeper into him.

“You ever think about running off?” she asked suddenly, voice barely above a whisper. “Like, just disappearing somewhere? You and me?”

“All the time,” he admitted, his tone sincere.

“Where would we go?”

He thought for a moment. “Somewhere no one gives a fuck about the age gap. Somewhere warm. Where you can wear those little dresses you like, and I can wear whatever the hell I want, and no one stares.”

She smiled. “You just wanna see me in a sundress without cameras around.”

He snorted. “Guilty.”

The next morning, they woke up late. The sunlight streamed in with no apology, spilling across Axl’s bare back and illuminating the lazy sprawl of their limbs.

Her head was buried under his chin. His hand rested on the small of her back like it belonged there.

She was the first to open her eyes. She studied the lines at the corners of his, the faint marks left by time and stage lights and bad nights. She loved every one of them. They made him real.

He stirred beneath her. “You’re starin’.”

She smiled. “I’m memorizing.”

“Copycat,” he rasped, voice still thick with sleep.

She kissed the hollow of his throat. “You made me like this.”

He blinked, then reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. “And I’d do it all over again.”

The gossip was still out there. The headlines, the whispers, the stupid jokes made by people who didn’t know shit about love. But none of it mattered.

Because Axl wasn’t some washed-up frontman clinging to a girl too young to know better.

And she wasn’t some naïve groupie who’d be gone by morning.

They were something else.

Something real.

And no one, not the media, not the fans, not the ticking clock, could take that away.

Later that afternoon, he watched her from across the hotel suite as she danced barefoot to some dumb pop song on the radio, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts. She spun in slow circles, her hair wild, her smile lazy and sweet.

And all he could think was: I’m the luckiest bastard alive. He didn’t say it. He didn’t have to.

Because when she looked over and caught him staring, she winked and mouthed it first:

“Mine.”

[bebx]

Beb the most exposure I have to squid game is from you so sorry if this is a weird question: Would Gi-hun sort of get along with Henry Creel and/Eddie Munson? Like have a shared understanding of what being forced to do things you don't want to is like? What about In-ho? Either of them?

Okay I need to talk about how alike In-ho and Henry are!

So I’m not sure if you know, but in Squid Game season 2, In-ho’s number is 001. So both him and Henry are 001.

But besides the number, they just have so much in common that it’s insane.

Both In-ho and Henry were wronged in their earlier lives by the people who were more powerful than them — while Henry was seen as “a monster” due to his differences and locked away in the lab where he then endured abuse and torture ever since he was a literal child, In-ho was wrongly accused of bribery by the higher ups when he was a cop, which led to him losing his job and everything he’d dedicated his youth to.

But it’s not just a job that he lost, so In-ho’s pregnant wife was terminally ill — she needed a surgery in order to save her life and their unborn child. In-ho couldn’t afford the surgery, that’s when his friend lended him the money that was then seen as bribery. Cue he lost his job/his source of income.

Desperate to get enough money to save his family, In-ho joined the game (Squid Game) in 2015, canon timeline. Out of 456 Players, only one could survive and walk out with 45.6 billion won.

In-ho won, having seen and gone through the worst of human nature during his time in the game (people killing each other, doing whatever it took in order to survive), but by the time he returned home with the prize money that would save his wife’s life, it was already too late. She and the unborn child died. While the people who got him fired, police who actually are corrupt, remain untouched and in power.

Cue In-ho’s belief that people are bad, people are greedy. From his own words, people are trash.

Re: Henry’s monologue: ❝You see, humans are a unique type of pest, multiplying and poisoning our world all while enforcing a structure of their own. A deeply unnatural structure. Where others saw order, I saw a straitjacket. A cruel oppressive world dictated by made-up rules. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each life a faded, lesser copy of the one before. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce and die. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for it all to be over. All while performing in a silly, terrible play, day after day. I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the madness. I could not pretend.❞

So Henry and In-ho share the same beliefs, same ideology.

Not only are they both victims who choose to respond to the world that has wronged them with violence, both of them also tried to help others in their shoes.

With Henry, he tried to help Eleven escape the lab, help her live the life that was robbed from him, a good life he could no longer have. In doing so, he was willing to let her leave him behind. As long as she got to live a good life and be happy, even if it meant he remained a prisoner of the lab and Doctor Brenner.

Eleven rejected him and his help. (She technically didn't, but things still went downhill; season 4 episode 7.)

Henry becomes Vecna, Eleven ends up as his enemy because she doesn’t see things the way Henry does, doesn’t agree with the way Henry responds to pain and trauma with violence and deaths of the innocent. Eleven doesn’t think people are bad.

With In-ho, he tried to urge Gi-hun into getting on that plane and going back to his daughter’s life. Tried urging Gi-hun to live the life that was robbed from In-ho, a good life In-ho could no longer have (a fatherhood In-ho could never experience), telling Gi-hun not to look back. And in doing so, In-ho was willing to let Gi-hun leave the game — leave him — behind. As long as Gi-hun got to live a good life and be happy, even if it meant In-ho remained a prisoner of the game and the VIPs.

Gi-hun turned down In-ho's advice (In-ho's attempt to help).

In-ho becomes the Front Man, Gi-hun ends up as his enemy because Gi-hun doesn’t see things the way In-ho does, doesn’t agree with the way In-ho responds to pain and trauma with violence and deaths of the innocent. Gi-hun doesn’t think people are bad.

Both In-ho’s and Henry’s stories are tragic. I’m not denying that they both have done terrible things, but their actions still do not erase the fact they are victims of the people who are more powerful than them. Henry’s a victim of the lab and Doctor Brenner, while In-ho’s a victim of the game, the VIPs and the entire system.

Thus both of them see the world and people the same way, from their own trauma, people are bad and the world is rotten.

Then you have Gi-hun and Eddie.

These two are, on the other hand, humans equivalent of Golden Retrievers.

Gi-hun isn’t as happy and cheerful as he used to be in the past, unfortunately, it’s understandable — considering everything Gi-hun went through, having lost his daughter, mother, best friend, childhood friend and everything. But before the game, Gi-hun was just this happy little dude, he was kind (he still is) and he always saw the best in people, always smiling even if life was unkind to him. Just like Eddie.

Another thing Gi-hun and Eddie have in common is that people saw them as “losers”. Eddie fell behind in school while Gi-hun was addicted to gambling. They didn’t make the best life choices, but regardless they didn’t care what people thought about them, didn’t care about social expectations, and they were happy. Literally too good for this world.

I could see Gi-hun get along and be best buddies with Eddie. While In-ho and Henry should either go see a therapist together or just talk about their shared trauma, issues and feelings.

[reverieblondie]

Tiefling man (or men—if you feel like writing multiple) of your choice pinning you to a wall and biting/nipping your throat.

Sorry this took so long! I was kinda taking an unofficial break from request, But now I am back to doing them! So excited! I am very proud of this one I rewrote it from what I originally had so I hope you like it! Also I couldn't think of anything for Dammon so I used @sinkuna / @dark-and-kawaii OC Kieran. I love him so so much!

(Rolan, Cal, Zevlor, and Kieran)

18+ MDNI! Fem Reader, SMUT!

Rolan

Is he… trying to intimate you or eye fucking you? 

As you look over to Rolan, you see him staring at where you are leaning over the front counter, waiting for Cal to get you the scroll you ordered. You are not unaware of Rolans staring problem, but you're never one to back down from a staring contest. So, game on Archmage. 

When you start staring, you notice how Rolan at first seems a bit surprised with how his eyes widen the size of saucers and his skin flushes a bit darker; you think for a second he's going to look away, but then when you smile he seemed to look less tense… 

The longer the silent game went on, the more smug he became; you watched him get comfortable as he leaned against the wall of books with his arms folded and an arrogant smirk on his lips. Then he walked over, never once leaving your gaze. Closer now you watched as his eyes wander over you, his body coming so close to yours, and right as his lips part. He breaks the gaze by looking down at his feet. And you erupt in glee. 

"Ha! Too bad, Rolan, you lose." 

You should have guessed it from the look on his face; he looked so confused and kinda hurt…

Before you could say anything else or even ask, Cal interrupted with a chipper smile and your scroll. Rolan took that moment to move away without a word. You watched as he made his way to the stairs, but before he left, he turned to look over at you one last time, his brow furrowed, his broad shoulders now slumped, and his lips in a prevalent frown. Rolan let out a quick scoff before quickly disappearing up the stairs, leaving you with more questions than answers. 

You wanted to follow after him, but if he was angry, you didn't want to push it. 

"What's the matter with Rolan? Did I interrupt something?" Cal asks, concerned. 

You continue to stare off, baffled, before turning to Cal, "I have… no idea. We were staring-" 

"Oh! You finally noticed?" -huh?  

You turn to him and lift your brow at him to elaborate, "You finally noticed how he looks at you, right?" 

"Um, I thought it was a staring contest… What do you mean how he looks at me?" 

Cal shakes his head with a sympathetic smile, "You have to figure it out; I'm not explaining it. He wouldn't want me to." 

So, you left… but, of course, as you got home, you began to think, and your mind immediately went to Rolan. He was the one staring at you with those keen, bright eyes first. Why did he have to get so angry with you? It had been going so well…

Ugh! This is so frustrating. If he has a problem, why doesn't he just talk to you? He has never had an issue with it before, nagging at you with that… soothing, sexy voice. 

You roll your eyes; this is ridiculous… Maybe you should go talk to him? No! If he has a problem, he has to come to you! And that's exactly why you're going back to sundries to make him have to come to you! 

Sure, it's hours later, and they will be closing the store soon… but Cal still told you where Rolan was hiding for the rest of the night while he dragged Lia out to the tavern for the rest of the night. You're not exactly sure what he had in mind, but you're not complaining about it. 

You walked through the quiet halls of the tower, looking through the endless bookshelves, hoping to run into him. Finally, turning a corner, you see him reading at his desk, his profile so sharp and striking, and his nose. You don't know whether to bop it or ride it. 

Rolan finally peers up from his book, meeting your eyes, and you watch as he jumps, muttering something in a deep infernal. He fixes his posture before walking over to you with a sneer. 

"What are you doing here?" 

You scrunch your face into a matching scowl of your own, "I came to see what your problem is?" 

Rolan looks at you confused, as if you have sprouted a second head before moving back to one of irritation. "My problem? You're the one coming in here unannounced!"

"You're acting weird, I thought we were playing a game." 

Irritatingly, he tilts his head adorably." Game? What are you talking about?" 

You feel a sharp sting in your chest, "Yes… you know, the one you started with your staring." 

Rolans face turns a bright red, "I… I do not stare." 

Rolling your eyes, you're becoming increasingly annoyed with this denial thing. "You stare like you've got a problem." 

You watch as he grits his teeth; you're about to continue making your point in the argument, but you're quickly cut off as he marches over to stare you down. You look up, and it's that same look in his eyes from earlier… but now that he's closer… It looks different. 

"My problem is that you think everything is a game…" He places his hand on your cheek as the other rests against the large shelf behind you, "And when I look at you, I have this… feral urge to make you mine every day." He leans in closer to whisper, "And that's not a game." 

To say you're shocked is an understatement… You feel your pulse race, and your stomach flutter. He places his forehead against yours, "Please say something…"  

Your blood rushes through your body to your lower stomach, and as he moves to lean into your neck, tracing your pulse with his hose and his breath fanning over your sensitive skin.

"Do it…" You say as you touch his chest, feeling his heart racing, and move your hands up to cup his jaw, looking into his golden eyes and his firm lips. "I want to be yours, feel this 'feral urge'" 

You almost want to laugh at that last part; imagining Rolan, someone so composed, going feral, seems like an impossibility. Then you feel his lips against your neck, followed by the feeling of the points on his teeth. The feeling has your body's temperature rise as you cling to his shirt, your thighs tightening the deeper he bites. 

He pulls away before he can break the skin, kissing the dull, deliose pain away as his hands slide down your body to hold onto your hips. You Can't resist yourself as you wrap your legs around his hips and feel his straining length pressing against your sex. The feel of him makes you gasp, and Rolan is quick to catch your lips in a searing kiss swallowing down your moans as he teases your clit through the thin fabric restraining you two. 

The more he ruts against you, the wetter you get, and you can tell from how he begins to whine in his throat he can feel you seeping through the fabric. It doesn't deter him, and he wraps his tail around you and buries himself into your neck. You're begging for him to stop teasing and to split you open on his cock as you reach up to grab one of his horns. 

That's all he needed to hear before he ripped off your soaked panties and bit down on the curve of your neck, letting the trickle of iron fall on his fevered tongue, and his cock teased your quivering entrance, taunting you to beg for more.

Cal

It's another night spending the hours playing drinking games and sharing stories of your recent adventures with your fellow patrons, just waiting for him to walk through the door… You two had been writing letters back and forth since the day you had left, and now, as you make your way back to the city, you're hoping to see him again. 

Your fingers anxiously tap as the noise around you becomes a dull drone of sound, and your eyes stay fixed on the door. Then he walks through; Cal walks in with that friendly smile as he surveys the room. Then his eyes meet yours, and you see how his grin gets a bit brighter, and your heart races a bit quicker. It's hard not to be smitten with him; you have been pining for a while now… but no matter what you do, that dork just can't seem to take the hint. 

Cal weaves through the crowd, and you're quick to stand on your feet to meet him in the middle; as soon as you're in reach, he's lifting you up in a sweeping hug. Yeah, when others do this same embrace, you are quick to dodge, not wanting to be touched, but something about feeling Cal's muscles coil in his arms and feeling the strength of his hands as he slightly squeezes your back, tickling you with the points of his claws. Well, it's just so much better… 

After your little twirl leaves you feeling weightless, Cal is quick to take you to the bar, "I want to hear everything you have gotten into!" 

"You know if you want adventure, you should join me on my next trip. Think Rolan can spare you for one?" 

Cal smiles, tilting his mug around to play with the golden fizz inside, "Well, I would love that, but I'm not much of an adventurer… Maybe I could be the camp guard and help make your meals!" 

Oh, someone needs to wife him up…  -That person could be you if you stop dragging your feet!

You quickly grab his hand and squeeze it, "I think that sounds like a grand idea." 

Time and everything else just seems to disappear when Cals is around; you two get lost in sharing stories and lame jokes. He truly is the best part of this city…  And it turns out you're not the only one who knows this…

Though everything around you sounds just like endless yammering, you hear a sentence that makes your ears twitch. 

"Isn't that the archmages, brother?" 

"Yes, isn't he cute? He's apparently really nice and can practically lift a crate of books with one hand." 

"Think he could throw me around then?"  

No! That's your plan! You throw a glare at the two sudden rivals in the room while also trying not to be noticed by Cal. Lucky for you, he doesn't, but the two staring solely at him don't really notice you either. You need to show that you're his, and there will be no cutting in. While you're racking your brain for an idea, you feel a hand nug your chin up, making you meet Cal's bright eyes. 

"Hey, you look like you're zoning out. Are you ready to leave?" 

You're quick to mutter out a string of nos as you grab onto his arm. Cal tilts his head, confused, but you just go with the first thing you can think of, "I'm sorry… I'm just… cold?" 

"Cold? But the fire is right there?" Cal points to the roaring fireplace stationed nearby, and you're kicking yourself for your lack of awareness, but you will not be deterred! 

"Well… I'm still cold… Could I hold your hands?" You mutter as sweetly as possible. Cal, being the gentleman, doesn't even question it before he grabs your hands with a big smile. Please, gods, don't let your hands get sweaty. 

You feel his thumbs rub slowly over your hands, and you just have to take the plunge, "I wish I had this all the time." 

His thumbs stop before you hear him chuckle loudly. -Okay, not what you were expecting. 

"Yeah, it is pretty nice; I don't have to worry about getting cold as easily." 

That's not what you meant… 

You hang your head down to stare at your boots; why did you have to fall for such a loveable airhead. You thought that was the perfect approach, direct and sweet. But… maybe that's not clear enough. Maybe it's going to have to be you showing him and everyone in here. You're already doing your fair share of public affection by holding his hand, what's a little more. 

So you just go for it and lean into him, pressing a kiss on his cheek. You know your face is beat red by the sheer amount of heat you feel radiating off of you. Building up your nerve, you peer up and see Cal looking surprised, but at least know he finally understands…

Cal just smiles at you with earnest eyes, "You're so sweet, you know that?"

You let go of his hands and slumped against the table, "I'm not trying to be sweet... I'm trying to be alluring... Show you how I feel... to see how you feel..." 

"Re-really?" He sounds surprised, and it only makes your heart squeeze more the damn ditz. "Well, if you want to know how I feel… we should probably go somewhere private." 

Your head pops up, and you see his cheeks a shade of dark red, and he bashfully rubs his neck. 

"Wait, are you saying you like me too?" 

He holds his hand out to you, "Do you want me to tell you? Or do you want me to show you?" 

The choice was clear… 

You retake hold of his hand and let him lead you through the crowd, wearing the proudest smirk on your face. Once alone, Cal gently pins your body to the nearest wall while his tail coils around your thigh as his lips slip against yours. He angles your mouth to open where he lips in his tongue past your lips to tease yours. 

A soft whine slips from your throat as his grip only tightens on you; he parts from your lips and traces your neck with his tongue. "You know how long I have been dreaming of tasting you?" 

"H-how do I taste?" 

Cal pulls back to meet your eyes; he gives you a quick kiss before he drives his fingers underneath the hem of your trousers, "So far? Like the heavens, but I need more to really know." 

With a nod of your head, Cal is sinking to his knees, pulling your pants down over your hips and past your thighs. They are not even to your ankles yet before he is driving his forked tongue over your slick folds and growling into you. You throw your hands up to brace yourself as he sinks his claws into the flesh of your thighs and parts you open on his hot tongue. 

"Just what I thought, definitely sweet…" 

Zevlor

You know what you're doing; you've been doing it for hours just to get him bothered... and much to Zevlors chagrin, it's working. 

It started this morning when he woke up to you wearing his favorite shirt… One of the few that are tattered with rips and holes. Zevlor watched as you pranced around him all morning in that shirt, giving him coffee and making him eggs, but when he would reach for you, you would step away with a smirk. You watched as his face twisted in worry, but you made sure to just shrug it off with a sweet smile. 

"Sorry, Commander, I have errands to run."

Zevlors' brow lifted at the name; he was used to 'darling' or 'my sun,' but 'Commander' was a new one that was definitely making him feel a bit flushed. He could tell you were up to something, and he couldn't help but take the bait. 

"Would you like company, my dear?" 

You let out a long hum like you were actually considering it before you agreed to let him "tag along." By the time you two had made it to the city, he had figured out you were playing a game and acting like a true brat. Walking in front of him and demanding your way? Pouting and huffing at anything that might suggest you wouldn't get your way. He racked his mind, wondering if he might have upset you, but nothing came to mind. What was your deal? 

Well, your deal was simple… Get Zevlor riled up so that he will take care of this newfound brat attitude of yours. It was an idea Shadowheart had given you, and you were excited to see if the famed zero-tolerance hellrider would come out… but he needed a bit of a push. 

You stopped abruptly in his way, making him run into you as your ass pressed against his groin, "I have something for me in there." 

Zevlor watched your pointed finger as you pointed to a fairly unassuming shop, but walking in was a different story… He had never seen such tiny and sheer clothes in one place. Feeling like he would be out of place in a shop clearly not meant for him, he offered to wait outside. But that wasn't going to fly with your plan. 

"Aw? Shy? Come on, I thought you Hellriders were an unbothered brave bunch?" You stepped closer, tracing your finger over his chest. "I got something custom made, you know… I wanted to show you…" 

So there he sat, waiting for you on the other side of the curtain; you, of course, made him wait till you heard his throat clearing, a tic of his to show he was uncomfortable. Once that was heard, you were throwing the curtain back and giving him a preview. A tight corset number that pushed your breast up to be practically spilling out the top and the rest of the outfit? Practically non-existent. A small triangle of cloth covered your mound, and when you turned, your ass was completely exposed. 

"A thong." you simply said with a smile.

It took everything in himself to not dig his nails into you and bend you over. But you two were in public, so he told himself not to wait until he got home, but you were making it hard…

"It's lovely. Are we taking it home today?" you could hear the hope in his voice. 

"No, it's still being worked on," you said matter-of-factly, and it took you everything not to squeal when his face furrowed. 

"Did… you just do this to tease me?" 

You played with your hair as you watched him from the mirror, "I don't know? Is it working?" 

Your fate was sealed. As you two left the shop, you both knew the game that was being played. It was just a manner of seeing when the other would crack. Zevlor was determined to make it home while you were just waiting for the snap.  

As Zevlor watched you stroll through the city, he noted how everything you did seemed to be laced with temptation. Your hips swaying, your eyes lingering, and your lips always in a glossed smirk, practically toying with him. But Zevlor is a gentleman, and though his eyes are currently leering on your ass, he won't just bend you over the nearest cart. You deserve better than that. 

You didn't want better than that. 

As you walk, you realize that your plan isn't working, and it's causing your teeth to grind. There has to be something to get him to scold you or show you any kind of unfiltered desire… Then, a thought flicks into your mind. With a whisper and a flick of your hand, you summon a simple spell, just a random wind gust. Just enough to get some action going…

The sudden gust of wind forces your skirt to fly up as you turn... and there he sees you, completely bare for him... Zevlor can no longer hold himself together.

You watch his face twist from shock to a stern stare before he marches over, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of sight. 

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" he growls from under his breath, making your skin tingle. 

You would be lying if you said you weren't excited about your scolding from the ex-hellrider, but what happened was something you didn't see coming. He led you through the alley to the shadows. Zevlor is quick to press you to the nearest wall with his body pinning you in place. His full lips so close and his glowing eyes furrowed, you parted your lips to continue to taunt, but the words were cut from your throat as you were spun to face the wall and not your Commander. 

"I've had enough of your teasing..." his rich voice husked into your ear as his hands frantically lifted the back of your dress. 

You whimper as the cool air breezes across your exposed ass, "Teasing? I don't know what you could possibly-" 

A hot slap strikes across your ass, making you gasp into the stone wall. 

Zevlors hand caresses your flushed flesh, "Please continue to lie if you want to bend over my knee. You have been teasing me, haven't you?" 

You nod, and it's another slap to your ass that makes your eyes roll to the back of your skull, "Your words, please." he demands. 

"Yes, I- I wanted my commander's attention…" 

The weight on your back eases, and you turn to look at him over your shoulder; you see him with a smile that makes your knees weak. Then a flicking over your clit as you're keening and curling forward at the intensity.  

Zevlors hands spread across your ass, digging his hands into your flesh … "If you want my attention, you shall have it." 

His hand joins his tail, parting your slick folds and teasing your entrance, while the other works at the laces on his trousers, "Now, what should I do with such a brat?" 

"The spanking was doing something…" 

His trousers drop, and you feel his lips on your skin as he brushes aside your hair and his index and middle fingers push into your quivering hole with a painful, slow cadence. He is going to make you beg by the end of this, isn't he? 

"You're lucky I don't have my belt today." He curls his fingers in you, finding the spot that has your toes curling and your breaths picking up. "But I can figure out other ways to make you listen." 

Needless to say, your plan worked perfectly.

Kieran

Your nails dig into your palms as you press yourself further against the tavern's dark wall. You're a room away from everyone else, just like he planned…

Kieran's sharp teeth shine even in the darkness, and he watches your nerves take over your body. He traces his finger over your racing pulse, "How come every time I see you, you get all shy? You think I'm going to hurt you?" 

It's true since you met him, you have always claimed up in his presence. Maybe it's because of his striking beauty… or his reputation… The other servers warned you of his cruel tendencies. So you tried to keep a distance, but that must have made him want to seek you out more. Taunting and toying at you, and now he's got you alone and pinned.

 “Well… I…” 

He steps closer, bringing his arms to cage you against the wall. You look up to see him smiling, and his eyes glow. Gods, why is he so handsome? He could be the man of your dreams if he didn't have such a reputation. 

"Well, now you're trapped, so answer my question? Do you think I'm going to hurt you?" 

Your body shakes, and your thighs tighten, "Yes…" 

He brings his lips to your ear, "Yeah? You might be right…" 

Then you feel his teeth sink into your neck. You squirm in his hold at first, terrified, but as he bites down, he leans further into you, soothing you with his body heat and the feeling of his hands sliding from your chest down to your ass, pulling up your dress. The pain dulls into a bliss that has your body feeling like you're floating. You don't even notice how your panties are moved to the side by your own hand, touching yourself. Kieran parts from your neck to watch you with a grin. His tail coils around your ankle as you move your hand faster and faster against your sex. 

You don't know if it's a spell or if it's your desire… but you can't stop yourself from wanting him. Before you can reach your bliss, he moves your hand away, looking at the slick coating of your fingers. He laughs at you at first, making your chest cramp up in shame, and then you watch as he licks your fingers clean. 

"Spread your cunt for me, shy girl…" He lifts your body off the ground with your legs spread open wide. You hold tightly onto his neck, digging your nails into his skin, fearful he will drop you. 

Your skirt is trapped up your hips, and your stockings are ripped from his hands, scratching your sensitive skin. Then you feel something thick and hot slap against your quivering cunt. It has you getting slicked and holding on tighter. 

"W- Wait, what if someone hears?" 

He chuckles as he slaps his cock against you again, "Don't be loud, and we won't have a problem…" He licks the shell of your ear as he slowly splits you on his length, "But I bet I can make you scream." 

[onboardsorasora]

this took me way too long to write, I'm not even sure if I like how it turned out. But its one of my more ridiculous ideas since the cotton swab drabble

1230wrds

Daniel stood in the bathroom cursing himself. His leg was propped up on the counter top, riddled in wax strips. Why the hell did he think he could jump back into waxing as if it hadn't been over four years since he last ripped hair off his body.

He was an idiot. Instead of starting small with 1 strip, he got cocky. And now he's screaming like a bitch.

That's how Max found him, all askew in just his grey boxers.

“Daniel– what?” Max stood in the doorway, Daniel's spare key still in his hand.

“Max! You beautiful! I need your help!”

“Daniel what are you doing?” Max set the keys on the counter, away from the empty boxes. “Are you waxing again?”

“About that?” Daniel blushed. “I just need you to rip them off for me. One go if you can.”

“Why can't you do it yourself?” 

“I might have forgotten how painful it was?”

Max rolled his eyes, Daniel was always going into things half cocked– he thought that was the phrasing. He looked at Daniel’s legs, at the patchwork of wax strips that look more like a failed checkerboard pattern. 

“Why don’t you just wash the wax off? It’ll melt in hot water, I think.” Max pointed out.

“Maxy you don’t just wash wax strips off, you kinda have to pull them.”

“How do you know?” 

“I might have already tried– anyway it doesn’t matter. Just like…. Let er rip. Please?”

Max rolled his eyes again, sighing as if put out. Daniel’s grin behind his beard was brittle, as if he were waiting for the pain ahead. This was dumb.

“How much hair are you planning to get rid of anyway?” Max stroked the sticky wax closest to Daniel’s ankle. It was annoyingly tacky.

“All of it–”

“The beard too?” 

“You like it?” Daniel teased, scratching a hand through the thick hair.

“Why are you waxing everything?” Max asked instead, fingering the lone wax strip that sat on Daniel’s leg. Clearly the one he hadn’t been able to pull.

“I just was– yeeooouch!!!” Daniel’s scream was one part shock, other part pain as he turned wide eyes to Max’s amused blue ones. Max held the strip aloft like a prize.

“That was so not cool, mate.” Daniel grumbled. “Fuck that hurt.”

Max stroked the pink, newly bare skin on Daniel’s shin. He already missed the leg hair. Without a word he picked up a fresh strip and slapped it on another patch of wax. He made eye contact with apprehensive brown.

“Ready?” 

“Born.” Daniel muttered and Max snorted at the call back to their time doing teammate challenges.

Max ripped the strip of wax and watched the veins in Daniel’s neck pop in his effort to not scream.

Daniel sagged against the wall behind him, panting as if he’d just run a sprint. Max took him in, this was the most lived-in he’d seen Daniel in a while. He looked cozy with his overgrown beard and dark tan.

His eyes trailed from Daniel’s still thick neck, down his panting chest– Max wondered if he planned to wax his chest hair also, he hoped not. He dragged his eyes down Daniel’s hard, fuzzy abs and to his happy trail. His gazing hit a snag however when he saw the hard outline of Daniel’s cock in his boxers. And the dark grey of moisture that was his leaking tip.

A rose marked hand covered Max’s view. Pressing against the hardness.

“Mmm sorry about that.” Daniel blushed, his darkened cheeks gaining a new hue. Max licked his lips while he got his brain back online.

Daniel had a pain kink.

“Did that used to happen when you…?” Max fingered the wax strip, running his finger against the captured hair. He glanced at Daniel through his lashes.

“My uh, regular waxer added in a ‘happy ending’ for my bookings.” 

“You must have kept her booked and busy.” Max tried to joke. He threw the used strip in the trash and reached for a fresh one.

“Yeah, he never had any complaints.” Max’s head snapped up to look at Daniel’s face. He wasn’t looking at Max.

Max slapped the clean wax strip on a new patch and ripped it off with no warning. Daniel groaned with clenched fists, his back arched a little and the wet spot on his boxers got bigger. Max swallowed thickly.

“Max, fuck.” Daniel panted. The sound went straight to Max’s dick.

Daniel was hard now, harder than before and Max couldn’t stop staring at him.

“Whatchya say Maxy? Does a happy ending come with this service?” Daniel leered, cupping his balls in one hand. Max felt like he learned a lot of things about Daniel in the short time he’d been here in the bathroom with him. But at the same time, he’d always wanted to get his mouth on Daniel’s cock. He just never realized there was an opportunity.

With a shrug, Max knelt in front of Daniel’s open thighs. Daniel’s dick bobbed the same time Daniel inhaled quickly. He dropped his leg from where it had been propped and quickly shucked down his boxers, all the while muttering a string of “yeahs” that had Max rolling his eyes.

Daniel’s beard should have been an indication to Max at the state of things, but he was still surprised at the thick wiry hair of Daniel’s pubes. 

“I may have taken hitchhiker chic seriously. We’ve got 70’s bush going on.” Daniel offered, Max could hear the embarrassment in his tone. It only surprised Max because of how much Daniel used to go on about manscaping all the time. 

Max held Daniel’s hips steady and pressed his face in the crease of his thigh, feeling the tickle of hair on his cheeks and chin. Daniel trembled below him, but relaxed. 

Max took his time, making a show of parting Daniel’s bush, which pulled a honking laugh. He teased Daniel’s tip, before sinking down on the cock he’d been thinking about for what felt like his entire adult life.

Daniel groaned above him. 

Max sucked for a bit, alternating between dragging his tongue along the veins on the shaft and swirling his tongue on the head. Both motions were driving Daniel crazy. Max felt crazy with it.

He glanced up through his lashes to see Daniel watching him with a hazy yet awed fucked out look in his eyes.

In for a penny… or whatever George had said that one time.

Max pulled off, stroking Daniel with just his hand. There was a line of spit that still connected his lip to Daniel’s head, he felt the coldness when it separated. Saw Daniel’s eyes follow it intently. Max licked his lips.

“You should fuck me, mountain man.” 

Max smiled when Daniel choked on his snort. 

“Mountain man? Just for that… I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Daniel reached behind him trying to find the drawer without taking his eyes off of Max’s smug face.

“Fuck me like you haven’t–”

“Up!” Daniel cut off whatever ridiculous thing Max was going to say, he waved a half empty bottle of lube that he’d liberated from the drawer. “I’m fucking you right here.”

“Primal, I like it.” Max teased when Daniel bent him over the countertop and slapped his ass. Daniel rolled his eyes at him through the mirror. Max grinned back.

[whateverisbeautiful]

So you know how people try to say "why can't they just be friends" for ships they don't like? Do you have any thoughts on why Richonne works better as a romance than a good friendship?

Thanks for this question! ☺️ And sorry it took me a bit to reply. I truly don’t think it would be an exaggeration to say there are hundreds upon hundreds of reasons Richonne was destined to be more than a good friendship and thrive as a romanctic pairing.

If I had to sum it up succinctly, I think the reason Rick and Michonne’s story works better as a romance than a friendship is because the two of them falling in love gave them a huge personal win in life.

They truly are each others gift in this world. And while surviving, building community, & establishing a secure home, are all big wins, they’re also shared wins with the rest of the group. Rick and Michonne finding and falling in love with each other and getting to be husband and wife gave them both an exclusive win. They’re two characters who pour so much into others. They deserved a reward that was just for them, and they got that by getting to enjoy an exclusive romance with each other, where they’re known, held, & supported more intimately than just staying friends.

And some major reasons Richonne were always going to be more than friendship is because Rick and Michonne are magnets & just staying friends would limit their clear longing to experience every part of each other. Rick built friendships with a lot of people throughout the series and even just seeing the difference in how he was with Michonne pre-canon showed he wanted to build more than that with her. They valued being partners in crime but they also lit up at just getting to be in each others presence for the quiet everyday moments too, and wanted a life that allowed them to have the others presence around everyday. Rick and Michonne loved all their friends in the group. The difference in Richonne’s dynamic with each other is that their love also was so infused with desire. A desire to be as together as possible. And I’m glad that’s exactly what they got to be. 🩷

[seaouidbabyx]

SUCKER || Dealer! Chris x Maneater! Reader

chapter three.

notes: sorry guys, I got carried away. I might split this into two parts. Also, sorry for not updating regularly, ive been swamped at work :(

warnings: swearing, smoking weed, mentions of drugs (no use, just dealing),

Jayden was... nice. I was currently sitting across from the boy with neatly styled hair, a pressed, clean shirt, and a suave smile. He had the balls to come up to me while I was out at the cafe near my apartment, he told me I was gorgeous, and that he would love to show me a restaurant for dinner if I liked this place. He was too nice, and the more that the conversation went between us, the more I felt like I was sitting in a lecture. A lecture purely on him. He spoke about all the houses his family owned, how he graduated with honors in Finance and Law. I don't think I've gotten a single word out this whole date besides the greeting when we first walked in.

The restaurant was great; it was a neat little Italian place a few blocks away from where I lived. He also offered to pick me up, but I politely declined. Sure, why don't I just let you see where I live, random man I've never actually had more than a single convo with? I sat with my little red dress, the long sleeves covering my arms as they crossed each other. My hair was in a classy, mid-bun with curls falling out, and my fingertips were tapping against the stem of my wine glass. My knee-high boots tapped against my folded leg as my foot played along to the song in the background. I don't think I've heard this man say anything even remotely interesting. My thoughts wondered to a certain brunette boy who would've given anything to see me smile.

I nodded with a tight lipped, polite smile as Jayden had started another story about how his grandfather took him for polo lessons as a kid. I looked around the resturant, looking at the people who were having actual engaging conversations. There were red and white plaid table clothes on some of the wooden tables, some wicker basket chairs after some of the booths. I actually really like this place, but god was Jayden making it feel like it was claustrophobic. His big head was taking up about half the room with his ego. "It was rather lovely, the fields were always green when we went in summer-" I zoned him out, when my phone lit up next to me. It was an unknown number, so curiously, I picked it up and opened it.

"you're enjoying your date over there, princess?" My heart raced, I instantly started looking around. How the fuck, did this drug dealer fiend get into a place like this. Then it dawned on me, what if it's some random? I looked around, trying to spot a certain brunette triplet, even going as far to lean out of my seat a little bit, but I couldn't see anyone. I was about to text back and ask who this was, when no other than Chris walked up to our table, one hand in his pocket and one hand holding a takeaway bag. His loose curls were free of the backwards cap, but he looked good. He swaggered up and had a smug smile on his face, looking like he just spawned out of nowhere. I sent him a sharp, what the fuck glare, which he just winked at. I was almost, almost about to get angry, but I knew that deep down I was breathing a huge sigh of relief. He stuck out like a sore thumb; his casual attire really did not match the vibe of this place. He casually just dragged a chair from the table next to us, placed it next to me and spread himself leisurely across it.

I think this was the first time that Jayden had actually just stopped talking. I looked at Chris, Jayden looked at Chris, and Chris just lazily smiled back up at me. "What are you doing here?" I finally asked, looking at him expectantly. Jayden looked pissed, "Yeah man, what the fuck? Who are you?" I rolled my eyes at that answer, my god. I know this wasn't convenient for him, but no need to be a dick about it. I sent a sharp gaze over in Jayden's direction, not impressed, but he didn't seem to care as his focus was all on the boy sitting next to me.

Chris leaned over, picking up a piece of bread from the basket in between us and started peeling off pieces and shoving them in his mouth. "'M here to save her from this god-awful date." Chris muffled through a mouth full of bread, and I was so shocked at his answer that I actually let out a laugh. I put my hand in front of my mouth embarrassingly so, which Chris just cheekily smiled at. Jayden then looked at me, back at Chris, then zoned in on me once again. "Did you set me up?" He seethed, his face turning flush with anger and I looked at him with an 'excuse me?' look. "You're just a fucking stuck up bitch, why couldn't you just tell me you weren't interested?" He shouted, slamming his hands on the table, acting like a toddler. I placed my hand on the table, leaning in to not cause any more of a scene then he was. "Look, I had no idea this man was even here, but you've done absolutely nothing but speak about yourself, I mean do you even know a single thing about me? If he can see that this is a terrible date, then I have nothing more I really need to say, now do I?" I smiled sweetly at him, reaching for my purse and throwing a 50 on the table, standing up and pushing the chair back with an awful screech.

"Here's for my wine, and next time you think about taking a girl on a date, give her a chance to fucking speak." I spat, grabbing my purse and tapping Chris on the back before making my way over to the entrance of the restaurant. Chris grabbed two more pieces of bread out the basket, before saluting Jayden and followed close behind me. He walked out next to me, "Hey! Slow down woman! Are you okay?" He asked, following in my footsteps.

As soon as we were a few walking steps down the sidewalk, I stopped, turned to him and let out a belly laugh. God, I can't believe this is happening to me. I placed my hands on my hips, breathing in big deep breaths in between laughs. I heard Chris nervously laugh along too, probably looking at me like I was crazy. I wiped the tears from my eyes, "Did you see the look on his face! God, what a stuck up, asshat. How did you know I was there?" I shouted and questioned, placing a hand on his shoulder, softening my giggles. He shrugged at me, "Oh you know, I just saw this pretty girl who looked bored out of her mind when I came to get see what they have for takeout. Thought she needed saving." He smirked down playfully at me.

Chris stood next to me with a big smile on his face, still shoving peeled off pieces of bread, I smiled up at him. "Oh, so that's why you're out. Totally not stalking me or anything." I teased, falling back into step with him. He rolled his eyes, passing his extra bread roll over to me without even looking at me. I gently took it, peeling pieces off as he did and started nibling. "Where's your car?" He asked, seeing as were almost about a block and a half away from the restaurant. I shrugged, "I took an uber, but its not far from my place, I don't mind walking." I ripped another piece, placing the soft bread in my mouth. He stopped, dead in his tracks and looked at me with a wild and absurd expression. He then rolled his eyes, shaking his head, before grabbing my forearm. "Not a fuck am I letting you walk. I mean, have you seen the type of dudes out here? You were just on a date with one!" He lectured, pulling me across the street and a little further down. I rolled my eyes, "I can handle myself, thank you very much. It looks like youre fucking kidnapping me right now!" We continued walking and I really was not complaining, before Chris stopped in front of a BMW 5 Series. I looked up at him and back at the car, and he huffed, rolling his eyes once again. He opened the door for me, holding my hand as he helped me into the car.

"Wow, a thug and a gentleman, who would've guessed?" I teased, sarcastic, as he made his way into the driver's side. He rolled his eyes as he got him, pushing the 'push-to-start' button, and putting the car into drive. "How do I know you're not one of those weirdo's out here to kidnap me?" I sassed, turning to look at him. He looked at me with a blank, 'really?' look. "Listen, I've got shit to loose, if anything, I'm scared you're going to kidnap me." He chirped back, shaking his head and looking forward, pulling out of the parking space and creeping up the street.

"Kidnap you! You're lucky I don't have my hands around your neck. I'm flattered you're scared of me, that's what I was aiming for." I said, crossing my arms, looking outside. He smirked, a ghost of a smile behind it, shaking his head at my reaction once again. "Alright, you prissy princess, where are we going?" I looked at him, with a skew look. "Um, my house?" I argued. He stopped at a red light, "C'mon, you got all dressed up and pretty and had a shitty date. How about this, I've got some to do some runs, but after that, I can show you what it's like to go on a real date." He rambled, talking animatedly with his hands as he drove. The way he acted, really didn't show that he was a drug dealer.

"Are you fucking joking? You want me to come on runs with you? I am not some thug accomplice Chris!" I said, turning my body to face him fully. He rolled his eyes at me, "I'm not hearing a no?" He huffed, smirking slightly at my reaction. I crossed my arms, looking out the window. "I did dress up really nice," I murmured, softly. I heard Chris let out a laugh, tapping my thigh gently with his big hand. "Atta girl, lets go have some fun." I smacked away his hand once again, missing it already. I heard him whisper to himself, "God, you're so dramatic." I gasped and pushed his shoulder. He put his hands up in surrender, "What? It's true!"

We eventually started driving through some random neighbour hoods, some with large, high houses, others with simple flats. He was nice enough to let me play some music, so I started shuffling through and decided to settle on some Pouya songs, which I could see he appreciated. Conversation flowed between us, naturally, and the more I got to know Chris, the more I started to realise that he was different. A good different, one that made me want to learn more about him. We had just talked about the basic things, where we grew up, our favourite shows, but he gave me chances to speak about myself, like he was actually interested. The last house we pulled up too, was a small, single-story flat. Its fence was not up to par and the streetlights were not all working, but the garden was neatly kept and the patio didn't look half bad. It had peeling green paint on the outside, and the rusted golden number showed '7'. Chris pulled out his phone, silently parking outside the house, phoning someone.

A man, in a black hoodie and some sweats, quickly opened the door to his house and made his way to Chris's window, with a huge smile on his face. He leaned down; Chris rolled the window so he could meet him. "What's up Chris? Thanks for coming dawg." He spoke, and as he leaned down, I locked eye contact with him. He had some face-tattoos, his hair in dreads. He smiled at me, gold grills on some of his teeth. I smiled politely, before looking at Chris, not knowing what the fuck to do in this situation. "Huh, Chris has got a girl with him, I ain't never seen that before. And she's hot as fuck. This your girlfriend Chris?" He teased, placing a thick wad of cash into Chris's hand. He kept looking between me and Chris, but continued to speak like I wasn't even there? What the fuck is going on? I was gobsmacked, most of the people just came and took their shit, this man doesn't seem to care.

Chris reached over to me, pulling open the cubbyhole, and pulling out a couple baggies, some had green leaves, and one had white powder. One bag even had some small, multi-coloured capsules. I blushed when I felt his arm press against my legs. "Something like that," He replied, clearly not interested in conversation with this man. He closed the cubbyhole, handed him his stash and sent a wink flying my way. I looked at him confused, but my heart beat increased, and I felt my face flush. We bid this man goodbye, Chris rolled up his window and drove off down the street.

He looked at me, clearly irked. "Sorry about him, he just doesn't know when to shut up." I shook my head, "It's no problem, I just didn't know what the fuck was even going on." I chuckled softly. He smiled in return, "Alright, that was my last run, no more scary people." He cheesed, looking at me with lazy eyes. "You hungry, Princess?" I smiled, a small one, trying to refuse how hot he looked. I nodded, "What do you feel like getting? Anything you want," He said, leaning back leisurely in his chair, his gaze flicking to me and the road.

I thought about it, looking at him with a teasing look. "If I'm being totally honest with you, I'm really craving some greasy fast food." I said, a little unsure. He smirked back at me, "Some chicken nuggets, for the finest lady?" Teasing, patting a hand on my thigh once again. "You have to choose where we go, though." I stated, cheekily smiling at the brunette. He nodded, pursed his lips. "I got it," he said, driving away from the suburbs.

He had pulled us into a Burger King, and my eyes lit up. I grabbed his shoulder and shook it excitedly, "Yes! This is my favourite! We have to get matching crowns too Chris." I said and turned to look at him. He had a grin on his face, parking the car. "Let's go get those crowns." He came to my side of the car, opened the door for me like the gentleman he was. I smirked, "Aren't you scared it's going to ruin your whole criminal look you've got going on?" I said, placing my hand in his and getting out of the car. He tutted, "I can still look swag as fuck." He gloated, pulling out a flex of his muscles, which made me fake gag in return. I followed him into the restaurant, walking besides him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close, smirking down at me. "You know, I was not expecting to come to Burger King for our first date."

I shoved him off, placing a hand on my hip as we walked inside, "Who said anything about this being a date." I quipped, returning his smirk. He placed a hand on the base of my spine and walked us to the counter. He ordered for us but leaned down to me again. "We both know it's a date, sweetheart. Get off your high-horse and just enjoy it." He snipped, making me want to swipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"Fuck sakes," I mumbled, feeling a heat run through my chest. I blushed, looking away as he continued with the cashier. Chris grabbed the takeout, before asking the cashier for two of the paper king crowns, grabbing them and stopping me before we made it to the door. He placed the food on a table nearby, grabbing my waist and making me stand straight in front of him. He maneuvered the paper crown, folding it together, before he gently grabbed the underside of my jaw, and placed the crown on top of my head. I smiled up at him, scrunching my nose, as he gently took my hair behind my ear for the crown to sit properly.

He placed his own crown on his head, looking down at me with that, upside down smile, the one that looks like he's trying not to smile, but he just can't help it. He placed a hand on the base of my spine again, grabbing the food and walking us back out the car. He opened the door for me again, helping me into the car, placing the takeout bag on my lap, before heading to the driver's side. I handed him his burger and fries, taking out my own, and placing the chicken nuggets in between both of us on the centre console, so we could share. He sent me a charming smile, taking one of the nuggets and placing it in his mouth. "You know what would make this even better?" He spoke with a mouth-full of food, which I grimaced at before looking at him curiously. He reached into the side of his door, pulling out a freshly rolled joint. I cheered, "Okay, maybe this is like my dream date or something." I mumbled, quickly shoving some fries in my mouth. He looked over at me, placing the joint between his lips. He moved to fix the crown that had gone slightly askew on my head with a gentle touch. "Princess, this is the bare minimum. I thought you out of all people would know that." I shrugged, "I don't need expensive things to like you." I uttered out. He looked a little shocked, but smirked, nonetheless. He lit the joint, taking a drag.

Once he had puffed it a few times, he gave it over to me. We were both facing each other, the night lights and the interior Led's giving us a soft glow. I looked at him, big, aspiring eyes, before taking the joint from his hand. I took a few drags, blowing out away from his face, before handing it back. There wasn't much said, just two people enjoying each other's company. The lowered music in the background, my heart thundering in my chest. I looked at him again, but Chris's blue eyes were already on mine. I moved to hand him back the joint, but he grabs my wrist, pulls my hand over his shoulder and closer towards him, his left hand slithering towards my waist. We were inches away, so close I could smell the weed off his breath. He placed a soft hand on my neck with his right hand, his thumb just below my jaw, looking at me with hooded eyes. "Such a pretty girl," he said, almost a purr. I looked up at him once again, through my eyelashes. I could not show that he was making me blush, but I'm sure he could feel the heat from my neck. "You gonna do something about it?" I teased, to which smirked at, rolled his eyes, before speaking almost against my lips, "Do you want me to?" His eyes were now fully lowered to my mouth. I started to grow frustrated at this game, so I pulled my head to the side, "Don't waste my time, Chris." I said, more meaning than what I had intended.

Frustrated too, Chris's other hand reached up, pulling my face into his again. "Stop being so fucking dramatic," He whispered, eyes fire-y. And with that, he pulled me in for a kiss. It was full of emotions; his lips were softer than I expected to be. I gasped into the kiss, gripping his sweatshirt like my life depended on it. He asked for entry with his tongue, to which I allowed. We kissed each other, ferociously, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. The weed, him, the kiss, his hands, it was all making me dizzy. So dizzy in fact, that I had dropped the joint somewhere between. He pulled away first, but almost chased my mouth for another kiss, making me smile. "Mm, I think you could use a little more kissing lessons," I grabbed his chin, teasing him, looking at his soft, pink lips, now swollen slightly. Fully joking, knowing this was one of the best kisses I've had to date. His hooded eyes followed mine, before lazily smiling back up at me. "Only if you're gonna teach them." He muttered, placing a hand on my thigh. I let out a small laugh, leaning in to kiss him once more.

Who is the sucker now?

A/N: YAAAYYYY THEY FINALLY KISSED WHOOOO

tags -> @chrispycremedonut @courta13 @izzylovesmatt @iluvchr1s @passionfruitchris

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an 9.05 one shot where dean (as a dog) knots sam…please? 🌷

(I hope this is dog enough, also, sorry it took me so long.)

Also, might as well dedicate this to @motherrsam 🐶

--__--__--

Sam turned groggily in his bed, squinting at the bathroom light that was spilling out behind Dean. A quick glance to his side confirmed that it had only been half an hour since he had gone to sleep while Dean had headed for a shower.

“What?” Sam asked, when Dean only stared at him. 

And now Dean looked uncomfortable as he tugged at the towel that was covering his hips. 

“Don’t tell me it’s gonorrhea again, Dean,” Sam groaned and rolled to his back, staring at the ceiling. “I thought you sai-”

“I don’t have the clap!” Dean interrupted him, whisper-shouting in the quiet motel room. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Sam grumbled to himself, quiet enough that Dean shouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for the spell still affecting him.

“It’s not that,” Dean repeated and stiffly walked over to his bed where The Colonel laid at the foot of it. 

Dean absentmindedly patted the dog’s head as he now stood fidgeting, just a few feet further into the room than before.

“What is it then?” Sam asked exasperatedly since Dean didn’t say anything but clearly wasn’t going to go to bed. 

“It’s-” Dean started. “I was just-”

Sam didn’t have to guess, knew Dean’s habits and schedules. “-jerking off,” Sam finished.

Dean looked at him sharply and Sam had to suppress a grin at the action.

“I- yeah,” Dean finally agreed and sat down heavily on the bed, the Colonel only shifting slightly but appearing to still be sleeping. 

“And what? You do that like three times a week, what’s so different now?” Sam tried again, a yawn splitting his face a second later. 

“There’s-”

Another pause.

“Dean, c’mon, either you tell me what’s wrong with your dick or I’m going back to sleep,” Sam grumbled, turning back to his side and facing Dean.

“It got like hard-”

“Yeah, that’s what usually happens,” Sam laughed, “that’s normal.”

“No,” Dean exclaimed, “there was like a growth that got like bigger and hard when I-”

Now Sam stopped him, not needing to hear it in all the detail. “At the base?”

“Yeah?”

“A knot?” Dean asked, sounding confused. 

Sam let his head thunk back onto the pillow. “Told you, you’re like a dog now.”

“What?”

“You play fetch, you bark at mailmen, you can’t eat chocolate and you grow a knot,” Sam said, eyes closing again as the exhaustion of the day set back in. 

“Yeah, dude, like dog’s have,” Sam explained, voice starting to slur with sleep. “Look it up.”

Dean didn’t reply and Sam took it as his queue to fall back asleep, his sleep thankfully free of nightmares of snake people and cheetah livers. 

..

Dean had swapped his towel for his own blanket at some point and was resting his head on Sam’s thighs, chin digging in. 

Sam woke up with a heavy weight on his legs and it wasn’t easy to shift under it. “Colonel,” Sam complained quietly, peeling one eye open before he suddenly felt a little too awake.

It wasn’t the dog curled up on and against Sam’s legs, no, it was his big brother. 

It was seven thirty and as Sam looked around he saw the other reason he had woken up. The Colonel was sitting in front of the door, whining in an annoyed manner. 

The Colonel gave a short yip which Sam took as an affirmation before he finally opened the door and let the dog out to presumably do his business. 

“Sorry,” Sam said automatically as he pushed Dean off and stumbled out of the bed, his legs almost numb. He staggered towards the door and gripped the door handle but stopped at actually opening it.

“You’re coming back, right?” Sam asked even though he wasn’t the one that could talk to animals. 

“Sammy?” Dean asked from behind him, making Sam turn around.

“Dude, wrong bed, you know,” Sam just said before walking back to where his duffel lay on the ground. He bent down, back towards Dean as he looked for his last clean pair of socks for the day. 

There was a rustling sound and Sam expected Dean to get up from the bed but instead hands gripped his hips and pulled him back into Dean.

“Dean,” Sam squeaked and tried to step forward again. 

“Smell so good,” Dean mumbled, muffled by Sam himself.

“Fuck, Sammy, this spell, I swear,” Dean said and pulled Sam in closer.

Sam’s rear connected with something solid and by the warm, moist air hitting him, Sam was pretty sure that his brother’s face was practically in his ass now.

“Dean, what are you-?” 

“What?”

“Smell so fucking good,” Dean said and Sam could both see and feel Dean breathing in deeply, the fabric of his boxers getting heated by Dean’s damp breath. 

There was a tongue licking at his boxers now and Sam tried to shove Dean away but the pathetic whine his brother let out made him loosen his grip again. 

“Dean, I don’t-”

“Please, Sammy, you smell so good.” 

Dean took it as a positive thing apparently because he added a tongue to the mix now and soon he was pulling Sam’s boxers down. 

As he was tugged back again, Sam stumbled, his legs getting tangled in his boxers until he fell onto his bed, Dean quick as he shoved Sam down into the mattress. 

“So good, Sammy. You smell ready to mate, to breed, to-”

Sam tried to twist in Dean’s grip again at that but his brother licked over his bare ass in apology. “Sorry”

“Please, Sammy,” he whined and there was this quality to his voice that was new ever since he had taken that potion and Sam was powerless to do anything. 

It was an odd sensation and Sam couldn’t quite say if he liked it or not. 

Sam grumbled but didn’t fight it when Dean grabbed his hips to pull them up, nestling his face between his asscheeks, tongue darting out again. 

“What’s going on with you?” Sam asked, voice a bit high pitched and muffled.

Sam wasn’t a virgin, not even the anal kind but this was new and now Dean was letting his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh, making Sam jump a little before Dean’s hands kept him still.

At first Sam didn’t think that Dean would reply but he ended up pulling off a moment later. “I don’t know, just need to,” he said, burying his face back in between Sam’s ass cheeks. 

And okay, yeah, it was a little weird that Dean was licking and panting at his ass but Sam had to suppress a moan when Dean pointed his tongue and started to pierce his hole.

A few moments later Sam not only finally let himself moan out loud, he also noticed that the bed was rocking weirdly, making him look back at Dean. 

Dean was humping the bed. 

Dean was humping the bed like a dog and sniffing around his ass like a dog and his brother’s dick had a knot like a dog…

A spell to just understand animals, yeah right. Fuck.

Before Sam could even say anything, Dean whined again, apparently not satisfied with what he was doing anymore. He shifted and the blanket finally fell away, Sam realising that Dean had been naked all night which also meant that Dean had curled up next to him naked all night. 

“Wha-”

“I need to fuck you,” Dean said at the same time.

“Dean, I don't think we should,” Sam protested.

Sam raised his eyebrows, logically knowing that it was where this was going but still not prepared for the demand.

Dean only shook his head, reaching down to Sam duffel and expertly extracting the travel size of lube Sam sometimes kept in there. Which also told Sam that Dean went through his stuff on a regular basis to know that. He would be pissed about that later, right now his mind was pulled back to the moment when his brother spoke again.

“Now, need to fuck you now,” Dean growled, the cap of the lube snicking open and Sam felt warm hands and cold liquid on his ass again. 

Dean was panting behind him as he shoved not one but two fingers into Sam’s underprepared hole. Sure, his tongue had been nice and he had loosened up a little but it hadn’t really been enough to skip the single finger treatment. 

Sam groaned uncomfortably and Dean licked at his ass again in what Sam thought was an apology but Dean didn’t say anything, only added more lube and fingers until he deemed Sam stretched enough for his dick.

There was no warning when Dean pulled his fingers out just to immediately shove the head of his dick inside. It burned and Sam gritted his teeth while his body tried to adjust to the intrusion. 

“Yeah, gotta fuck you, gotta mate, gotta breed,” Dean replied, sounding far away as he began pounding into Sam. 

Dean didn’t let him though as his brother pushed his hips forward, sending Sam back to the mattress and seating his dick all the way inside, Dean’s hips meeting his ass with an audible slap.

“Fuck, Dean,” Sam breathed out heavily.

Sam’s prostate was getting hit on every thrust, moans punched out of him at the sharp zings of pleasure up his spine. His cock was rock hard underneath him, pre-come dripping onto the bedding as the force of Dean’s movements were rocking him and the bed both. 

It was quick and brutal, almost animalistic in the way that Dean’s dick was splitting him open and making Sam whine. Dean was only growling in response, his hips not stopping. Dean’s body was covering him all over, his brother’s sweaty chest pressed to his chest as he nosed at Sam’s hair. 

“God, Sammy,” Dean groaned, tongue laving over Sam’s neck before he began nipping at his ear and throat once more. “Taking it so good.”

It almost felt like the pressure in his ass was increasing, like Dean’s dick was getting bigger. 

Sam wanted to say something else but Dean’s hips got erratic, not pulling back far since his knot had swollen too much and Sam could feel it pull against his rim. A moment later Dean’s nipping turned into a bite as he clamped down on Sam’s shoulder, making Sam yelp in pain. 

Sam stiffened as he remembered that that was most likely exactly what was actually happening, Dean’s knot growing and catching on his rim, only increasing the pleasure pain he felt.

“Wait, Dean, the knot,” Sam tried to say but it got lost in a warble of sounds as he moaned while Dean growled deeply, shoving his dick in as far as it would go. 

“Did you just bite me?” Sam asked breathily and with just a touch of hysteria. 

Dean didn’t let go to answer, just rocking his hips and presumably coming deep inside Sam. 

The feeling of Dean’s knot stretching him wide while also plugging him was almost enough for Sam to forget about his own arousal before Dean unceremoniously wrapped his hand around Sam’s dick and started stripping it quickly. 

Sam had no choice but to take it, trapped under Dean and on his dick as his brother jerked him off just a touch too roughly.

It didn’t take long for Sam to be brought over the edge, his come soaking into the bedsheets below him as Dean continued to stroke him.

Only once he had let go of Sam’s dick did he also let go of his shoulder, teeth unclamping just for him to start licking at the bite instead. 

Dean shifted then, letting them fall onto their sides, his knot pulling uncomfortably at Sam’s rim and reminding him that his ass was still full of Dean’s dick. 

“Did so well, Sammy,” Dean slurred, hips still moving a little. “Took me so well.”

Sam could only respond in a groan, not sure he knew what to say but Dean didn’t seem to mind, his tongue going back to licking at Sam’s shoulder. 

“Gonna keep my knot all warm and tight, right, Sammy?” Dean asked and Sam knew that he didn’t have any other choice but to submit, Dean’s knot keeping him right there, right there for his brother to do with what he pleased.

[gingersnapwolves]

Hello friends I’m back from vacation with a lot to say! I’m going to do two posts, so I can put the pretty pictures which actually look good in a photo post and then contain my ramblings and selfies to this post LOL.

So last year while we were talking about vacations, my wife said we should go to Iceberg Alley so we could see icebergs. You know, sorry to the optimists in the audience but who knows how long we’ll still be able to do that? So I planned a trip to the Canadian Maritimes.

First thing you need to know about me and my wife is that neither of us like to fly. We do road trips. We’ve done tons and tons of road trips. When we lived in Arizona, we road-tripped to pretty much everywhere in the western United States. Fun fact about us - one of the things that first made us such good friends twenty-five (twenty-five?!?!?!) years ago is that we both like to drive around a lot and look at pretty scenery and just vibe. So I planned us a road trip. It pretty quickly became apparent that we couldn’t do both Nova Scotia and Newfoundland in one road trip because there’s just so MUCH to see. So we focused on Newfoundland for this trip for iceberg reasons. We did stop to see some things along the way, obviously, because the key to a good road trip is to try to break it up with cool shit.

The first day was basically driving (though we did stop at a No Kings protest in Maine for a while because we couldn’t miss that). Then across the border we went. Lupine everywhere! Tim Horton’s! Metric system! (My wife: is the speed limit really 110 mph? lmao no it is not.) 

First stop! Joggins Fossil Cliffs! It was very cool, we will have to do this again and take the guided tour because I’ve learned I couldn’t find a fossil if you put a gun to my head. Let the selfies begin!

We stopped a few more places on the way but forgot to take selfies (whoops) and then got on the ferry to Newfoundland. We had a little cabin because it’s a 16 hour ride to the east side of Newfoundland.

Once in Newfoundland, we went to Salmonier Nature Center, which was very cool. A lovely, beautiful walk through the woods and fen. My biggest disappointment was on this outing because I really wanted to see the lynx, and we waited a while outside the enclosure, hoping if we were quiet it would eventually come out, but it never did. On the other hand, caribou are magical.

On to the east side and St. John’s! We went to the Petty Harbor Mini Aquarium, which is a seasonal catch and release aquarium with an awesome touch tank.

Cape Spear, the eastern most point in North America.

Basilica of St. John the Baptist (we are the opposite of religious but my wife loves the architecture of churches and stained glass windows).

Memorial University Botanical Gardens

Johnson Geo Centre

Then we took a boat tour to go to Gull Island and see puffins! I didn’t get any good pictures here unfortunately. The puffins on the island were too far away to photograph clearly, and although I could see them fly and sometimes land in the water by the boat it was impossible to get a good shot of them. They were soooooooo incredibly cute though. My wife also saw a minke whale (I did not lol).

Driving inland, we went to Terra Nova National Park but I forgot to take a selfie until we were back at the car.

Interior Newfoundland is profoundly empty. Anywhere in America, if I pass a gas station with a quarter tank of gas, I can think ‘no big deal, I will definitely hit another gas station before I’m close to being out of gas’. Not so much in Newfoundland. I didn’t run out of gas but boy was I sweating a few times.

Can’t go to Canada without having Tim Horton’s! Sorry for the thumb. Uh, it was very early. I prefer Dunkie’s but TH had VERY good chocolate chip muffins and my wife loved their donuts.

Icebergs! Icebergs! Icebergs! (Pics to follow in my photo post.)

Chilling on Twilingate Island

On our drive around Twillingate, a bald eagle flew out over our car and flew alongside/above us for about five seconds and it was SO cool. Sadly we didn’t get any pictures of that because we were too busy being in awe.

Stayed at a nice little bed and breakfast

West we go! The Insectarium!

And then on to Gros Morne!

Now this was a trip. On one day it was eighty-five and sunny, then the next it was fifty, occasionally rainy, and very, very windy. I have rarely experienced wind that is actually difficult to walk against, but I really feared for my safety occasionally. We had booked a boat tour on Western Brook Pond, which is a glacier carved valley. To get to the pond is a 3 km walk and my wife is disabled (and in this weather, I wouldn’t have wanted to walk 6 km either). There were shuttles but very limited seating so we got there about 90 minutes early. When we got there, they said they were waiting on the captain’s decision on whether or not we could go out in this weather. Eventually we did, but . . . possibly shouldn’t have LOL. The water was rough. There was a ton of spray. We both got soaked about three minutes into the trip so we were freezing the whole time. I asked my wife to please not divorce me since I took her to see icebergs. 

Don’t get me wrong, it was beautiful and awesome in the original sense of the word, but holy shit. On the way back, the weather got even worse. Dense fog and even higher wind. We had to zig zag to get back to dock because of how strong the wind was, so it took quite some time. My teeth were actually chattering (we had dressed appropriately for the cold and wind but had not anticipated getting wet).

For obvious reasons, the tour after ours was canceled, which meant there was an entire boat full of people besides ours who wanted to use the shuttle, so it took a while to get one and I was basically frozen solid by the time I made it back to the car. Good times!

We got on the ferry on the western side of the island back to Nova Scotia, which is an eight hour ferry. We took the overnight, but there were no cabins when I booked, so we had reserved, reclining seats. No big deal, right? But the sea was still very rough. 

Now, I don’t get seasick. Carsick, yes, but I’ve never had a problem getting seasick (unless I try to read, so I don’t). Even on the cruise, when we were out on the open ocean, I was fine. Y’all. I got sick sick. Our seats were on the top deck, at the front of the ship. Worst place to be during rough weather. The staff kindly took me to a better seat but holy crap was I sick. The sea finally calmed down and I felt better but I probably didn’t sleep more than an hour. It sucked.

So the next day we just drove a little while on some back roads, looked at nice scenery, until I couldn’t stay awake anymore and we crashed at a motel and I passed out.

Me somewhere in Nova Scotia: I'm not sure I'm still safe to drive

Some fuckass deer: //runs out in front of my car//

Me: //screeches to a halt and avoids a collision//

Me: Okay guess I'm still good for a little while.

The next day, we went to Reversing Falls Rapids in St. John

And to Irving Nature Park

And then we were on our way back home!

On the whole it was a very enjoyable vacation, though a really tiring one haha. I think we need to take an easier one next. I'm also definitely forgetting at least one or two things but that's life, maybe I will update later if I think of them.

Quote of the trip: "Oh, yeah, X/99 ... got us obsessed with toxic gay relationships and the rest is history."

Honorable mention: "How is it?" "It's not ... bad ..." "Oh?" "Well, it's bad in a new and interesting way."

[linkons-most-wanted]

My dear, I’ve been stuck in the time lock event + death and rebirth. Strap in for my rambles and get some tinfoil. Also I’m sure some of my little ideas have plot holes or inconsistencies but this is all fun speculation

I think the implications from in game and the way it’s been presented is our general “timeline” is beyond cloudfall, hunger games world, current story setting. If that’s the case, it kinda confirms Sylus did die and later reincarnated (still doesn’t disqualify him being a dragon tho 😩) then they got separated in the deepspace tunnel where things progress into the main story as we know it. In this, Sylus would regain his memories at some point. Perhaps similar to how for our current mc she’s getting it in bits and pieces. (This isn’t even touching on the conceptual eldritch horror? potential of her and what she is and him with energy because WOW my Bloodborne/Elden Ring days see cosmic beings and go “that’s scary shit right there”)

Here’s where I put on my tinfoil hat.

Sylus remembering things while mc doesn’t could very well be attributed to the very notion of energy itself. Regardless of if Sylus has multiple reincarnations or not, he always ends up remembering because energy cannot be created nor destroyed. (Thinking about where he says something akin to “to all your future crimes you’ll commit”, implying he remembers/knows lives beyond this one)

The inherent manipulation of energy makes it impossible for him to not remember as the energy itself holds echoes of the past and the forms it once existed as. While in the new story chapters we see mc witness countless deaths and rebirths ;D she’s the cycle of life and death itself it seems like. Being born, you know nothing. From the moment you exist you are learning. I think about how if you answer the ambition question “it’s like me, always searching for knowledge/truth” (paraphrase).

He remembers and protects her ambition because it’s just something so important to her… periods are hardly the first of her cycles he dealt with LOL “you think periods bother me when you consistently die and get reborn?”

Here’s MORE tinfoil for a hat to put on the hat.

Beyond cloudfall was the start of it all. Two souls defying fate so strongly they become one with the stars and space. In every lifetime, in the universe itself, they will find their way to each other.

Mc had to have a start somewhere and why not at the end of her life as an immensely powerful sorceress (dragon) knowing she was soulbound to her love that she herself cursed into perpetual existence.

So if Sylus always remembers and patiently awaits and follows wherever his soulmate goes, it’s no wonder he’s so secure with the relationship. (Not to mention his near “perfect” status skill wise ;p for his sake we’ll say that he doesn’t remember EVERYTHING, just the important-for-the-story bits.)

He says for him there are no worlds without you in it and he meant it. His patience is infinite because witnessing your brilliant soul persistently want and desire regardless of what life you take is something he craves and loves. It’s why he despises Ever so thoroughly, putting mc into a situation that forces the cycle. They took you and hurt you and ripped away the greatest parts that come with living and growing. The small details he gets to learn about while falling in love all over again are stolen several times over and that’s a debt EVER will never be able to pay in full.

If you’re a comet, shooting across the night sky, he’s the fiery trail you leave in your wake. There is no love purer than his. 🤧😩

Sorry it took me so long to reply, but I wanted to be sure my brain was online!! Because I LOVE THIS 🤩 I am STRAPPED IN

I actually have a different idea about the timeline tho! It's probably just my bias and my meta story brain, but I'd actually put the nebula gladiatorial combat first.

Because then what you get is:

Two astral children, born of universe stuff, created with the express purpose of fighting their peers so only one survives > they defy this fate somehow (we don't know how but maybe it's a teaser for Sylus's new myth this year since his team loves to foreshadow???) > they reincarnate on Philos as dragon/sorceress > this is why they're destined arch-nemeses, because the very nature of their initial existence pits them against each other in an "only one can survive" way > they defy their fate again > sorceress MC dies > adult dragon sylus reassembles and retains his continuity of memory, explaining why these are top-of-mind when he meets her in the N109 Zone

The nebula arena read as really primordial to me (eldtrich cosmic like you said!)--highly connected to MC's true nature as a force that can be reborn and absorb the planetary core of all possible branching timelines. (Which itself actually explicitly represents the power of love in its infinite incarnations and OMG I NEED to write a whole essay on this!!) It's that primordial-ness that makes me put it as the "first" of the lives.

My theory here requires the assumption that Sylus is also a similarly primordial being capable of reincarnation, and though we haven't been told that specifically, it's true of Zayne and Raf and Caleb (Xavier TBD) so I don't think it's a stretch.

Emotionally, the reason I'm drawn to this explanation is that it explains why MC always has an instinct to kill Sylus and steal his power, even/especially at the start of Beyond Cloudfall. Yeah, it can be "Just because", but the idea that the basic nature of their existence is that one of them is meant to kill the other and come out on top just adds a delicious layer to Beyond Cloudfall.

While I think the authors leave themselves options on purpose, the sequence of events from Beyond Cloudfall > space pirate > N109 Zone is so tight that I'll probably assume they're contiguous until proven otherwise (and at that point I'll cling to it in head canon).

All that said, the writers also lean into the cyclical and branching layer of things so I think that any sort of themes or feelings that arise from putting things into different orders are all intended on some level and definitely very valid!

I love the idea that Sylus is more able to access his memories due to his Evol/powers because, you know what they all that in-universe??? Consciousness energy. So I think you're really onto something!!

I totally agree with the idea that him talking about "and all the crimes you'll commit" is a reference to him knowing about the reincarnation, and I think with the teasers we've gotten of the nebula arena, we know for sure they're still going to use the reincarnation angle with Sylus's myths (as opposed to working them all into the same immortal continuity). So I'm really curious to see where they go with that! As much as I want space pirate Sylus, I think we'd have gotten hints that MC was around in those years if a version of her was, but all we know is he was searching for her all that time, so I don't think we'll get space pirate adventures with the two of them. (Thematically it's probably too similar to Beyond Cloudfall anyway, so I am DYING to see what they do with the upcoming myth. I kinda wonder if we'll get young Sylus x young MC, but the Companion would be adult Sylus so the whole myth can't be while they're young. But I'd bet money it's gonna be the gladiator thing still.)

He remembers and protects her ambition because it’s just something so important to her… periods are hardly the first of her cycles he dealt with LOL “you think periods bother me when you consistently die and get reborn?”

This had me CACKLING and yes I totally agree! Regardless of the continuity of his lifetimes (which will probably remain vague) I'm fully bought in that either his Evol and/or his journey through the Deepspace Tunnel has given him more understanding of & access to the multi-life memories than any other character.

The small details he gets to learn about while falling in love all over again are stolen several times over and that’s a debt EVER will never be able to pay in full. If you’re a comet, shooting across the night sky, he’s the fiery trail you leave in your wake. There is no love purer than his. 🤧😩

THROW A BRICK AT ME WHY DON'T YOU (ilu) 💫🥹

The meta part of my brain wants to sit down with the writing teams soooo soooo badly and, like, pick their brains. 🤣 Like, who's in charge of the main story continuity? Why is Sylus's story so much tighter across all the different types of media than the other LIs? Do the other writing teams have that option and they just don't take advantage of it? How do I learn Chinese so I can become best friends with the Sylus writing team because I just KNOW we would get along omg.

Anyway. Bring me ALL the tinfoil hat theories!! I feel like we're gonna have so much to work with after this livestream on Friday!!!!!

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₊˚༄ Shrimpy! (Literally)

┈➤Floyd Leech x Reader

┈➤summary: Reader is given a wrong drink that turns them into a shrimp.

┈➤characters: Floyd

┈➤additional info: reader works at Mostro Lounge, overworked reader, reader is yuu

note: for the story Floyd can somehow understand shrimp. And sorry for any mistakes ( ‘ v ‘ )/.

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Letting out a tired sigh, you slump down on a stool, head resting against the cool white marble table. Your eyes closing the music soothed your overworked head and body.

The whole day was a total rush in the Mostro Lounge. Having taking up a side job for extra money, Azul didn’t waste the opportunity to have an extra employee, despite you thinking the pay was a bit low, you still took the job. Crowley’s monthly allowance barely covered yours and Grim’s bare necessities so it was only time that you picked up a side gig.

Despite the days you did have shifts on were equally tiring, this day seemed to particularly hit harder. School felt like it was dragging on for hours and only when you had a few minutes of break, you had to drag yourself to the Mostro Lounge and put on your uniform to work until night time.

Normally you would just take people’s orders and bring the food, but then everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong.

It first started with two other student waiters being absent from being sick. Okay, no problem, you would have to take up their usual sections but that also meant more tips for you. It was normally full every day, but more people seemed to show up causing traffic at the entrance. Then the host had asked for your help in managing the tables and seating the guests, but even before you could politely mention how you were also quite busy they had already left.

So with the best forced smile you could muster up, you seated the incoming students while also taking orders for the other tables that had been waiting. Already having picked up being the waiter and host in an overcrowded shift, you couldn’t believe that it would get any worse. And it did.

While in the middle of serving food for a 8 seated table, there was a commotion in the kitchen before five students, the cooks, rushed out. Plates and pans fell on the ground as the clattering sounds and the chatter only seemed to grow your confusion.

Only this time Azul finally got out from his private room to see what all the racket what about. Someone had filled him in on what happened, the 5 students that had run out had a little fight about the dishes and caused a small fire. They had received small burns, but still went to the nurse.

Overhearing this, you wondered who would fill in for the missing cooks. That was until Azul turned to face you, who was slowly walking away to be undetected.

“Y/N!”

Damn it. You already knew what he was going to ask.

“Take over the kitchen, there’s still orders pouring in and a lot of people waiting to be seated.”

You let out a small groan as you looked between the long line at the entrance, the impatient guests, and the kitchen that was a mess.

“Can’t Floyd or Jade cover it? I’m pretty packed over here.” You gestured towards the crowded room.

“They’re currently doing something for the school’s upcoming event and you’re the only one available.”

‘The only one available?’ You look at him, then at the crowd, then back at him. You wanted to give him a ‘are you serious?’ look, but he was already walking away to his private room. You were about to call his name, but he waved his hand absentmindedly.

“I trust that you can do this for just tonight. Don’t worry I’ll give you a slight 10% bonus.” Then the door locked leaving you in the middle of an already lit chaos.

You wanted to rip off that door off its hinges and make himself help out, but you just swallowed your stress and with a quick motivation slap on your cheeks you got to work.

It was hell. Orders upon orders were piling up as students started to complain about time while you were trying to cook the food up to the kitchen’s standards while also having to leave to seat the other people.

It was honestly all a blur and it felt like you were on autopilot mode. And when it seemed that service would slow down, it would only rise once again. All your writing on the orders were scribbles, but on your daze you somehow understood it considering how some were just a few squiggles. On the kitchen station, you had lost count on how many times you had almost burned your hands off or almost slice off your fingers.

Amidst everything, your mind thought back to the other host. It only clicked in your mind that through this chaos they were probably taking their break time to save themself from mess.

You didn’t even have enough energy to be mad or pull them out of the break room as your mind was only occupied with orders, ingredients, recipes, seating arrangements, and more.

After the agonizing hours of your shift had come to an end, you were absolutely exhausted. Which brings us to present time, you sitting at the Mostro’s bar stool half dead and half asleep. You could barely come up with a single thought as people’s orders were practically engrained in your head.

After a few minutes you lifted your gaze to the student while handled the bar during this time. He had a slight worry look when noticing the bags already formed under your eyes and your ragged uniform. Building enough energy, you only muttered one sentence.

“The blue bottle in the mini fridge, bottom left.” And with that you slumped your face back down.

You had ordered a favorite drink of yours, not caring about the price as getting a reward was what you needed at the moment. A few seconds later you heard a small slick and the sound of it being settled on the table. You didn’t give it a glance as you down it in one go.

It tasted slightly different, but after a hard day you didn’t care enough to point it out. With the bottle done you settle it down and plant a few dollars on the counter before taking your leave.

Even though your body ached and wanted to rest somewhere immediately, the rational side of you won over and decided to hold out until you reached Ramshackle dorm. There was no way you’d be a student who would be found sleeping on the sidewalk floor halfway to your home.

Time was all over the place when you reached your dorm’s door, opening it with long creak sound before closing it. Reaching your room on the second floor, which was hell when climbing the stairs, your groggy eyes saw your bed. In that moment you could’ve sworn that your bed was glowing with heavenly music in the background.

Wasting no time you didn’t bother to change out of the uniform and fell onto the soft cushion beside Grim who was snoring. As soon as your head hit the pillow lights wen’t out, immediately going sleep and savoring your needed rest.

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You had woken up earlier than expected, half an hour before your phone’s alarm rang. Surprisingly you didn’t wake up sore, the tiredness seeming to leave your body over night. You could’ve sworn that you would have woken up with an aching back considering the odd sleeping position.

Opening your eyes, immediately something was off. The ceiling looked more farther and larger than what you remembered. Turning to your side you noticed Grim who was still in deep slumber but now he was huge.

This quickly woke you up right away as you looked around your room. Everything was bigger, the night stand, bed, your pillow, and your Mostro Lounge uniform that appeared to be in a way bigger size layer sprawled out on the bed.

Finally looking down at your body, your breath cut short. How the hell?!!? Your mind raced with many questions and curses on how your body could have somehow morphed into a shrimp!?

As if last night wasn’t enough, the world seemed to be against you. You knew damn well that if Grim somehow managed to wake up around this time and seen a random shrimp on the bed he would just eat it straight up.

Thinking quickly you sorted through your memories of yesterday to see what might have transformed you over night. School was tiresome but nothing out of the ordinary. Moving onto last night shift, sure everything was hectic and you were about to pop a blood vessel, but that didn’t seem like a reason for this sudden change. You couldn’t seem to piece things together until you recalled what you had drunk last night. But that bd isn’t make sense, it was just your usual drink? Though, recalling the strange taste did rise some concerns as you made up your mind.

With your now small shrimp form, you crawled your way to your uniform’s pocket where you last left your phone. Dragging it out and with a small huff, your small claw tapped on the screen. Of course Face ID wouldn’t work do you had to type in your password.

After messing up two times you finally got in as you opened Magicam and went to your messages. Finding Azul’s profile, you texted him as your small claws worked overtime.

—“Azul!!!!”

“I woke up as a Shrimp what do I do?!!?”

“I think I drank something last night at the lounge”

“I dunno I’m freaking out!!”

“Azul!!!”

“Hello???”

“Answer quick plsss!!!!”

Stopping your typing you had a gut feeling he wouldn’t answer you as he was either busy doing business things or whatever. Tapping out of the chat you scrolled until you found Jade’s profile. If Azul wouldn’t answer then you might as well try Jade. Hopefully he would be a bit of more help.

—“Hey Jade I need some help”

“Pls”

“I think I drank something weird last night”

“Answer quick pls”

After waiting a few minutes you got no answer from him as you let out a small groan, but having a different body a different sound came out. Since having changed literal species, your ability to speak normally was thrown out the window.

Scrolling through other people you know, you contemplated who to ask for help next. Ace? He’s probably in deep sleep, most likely going to over sleep his alarm. Deuce? In the same boat as Ace. Riddle? You would rather just stay silent and not disturb his strict scheduled routine and not be a victim of his rants about rules.

Your choices began to slowly dwindle until it ultimately came down to one person. Staring at your large phone with a look of defeat (if a shrimp can even make that expression), you accept your fate and click on the last person left on your choice.

—“Hey Floyd help pls”

“I’m a shrimp now”

“Idk what to do”

“Come over”

“rn”

At this point you had already accepted your fate, being a shrimp and now resorting to asking Floyd for help. The world should just hurl an asteroid at your dorm at this point.

Waiting a bit impatiently as time passed, your hope of help slowly burned out as right when you were about to give up, you heard a ding.

Looking back at your screen, you saw a message from Floyd.

—“:@/;/. &/:;)”

Closing your eyes, you just laid back down.

This is it. This is your life forever. You’re going to have to live as a shrimp until your times up. Now you have to plan your goodbyes to the school, your job, and hopes of going back home. Maybe you should just live in an aquarium or in the oceans.

While you laid without moving an inch and going through an existential crisis, you were ready to be swallowed by the Earth whole before you heard a sudden loud thump.

And it wasn’t just any normal thump, it was if if someone full on body slammed against a door. Still you didn’t bother to move as you heard quiet footsteps walking all around the dorm.

Well, now you guess that you’re being robbed. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as you mentally wondered what even of value would someone find in this run down dorm. Heck, Grim would maybe just grab all the tuna from the cupboards and dip out.

The footsteps became louder until they were finally in front of your room’s door.

Then without knocking the person opened the door without care and stormed in. Then from the corner of your eye you caught the familiar teal colored hair.

“Been lookin’ all over for ya Shrimpy.”

Floyd said with a not so happy expression, most likely from having been called so early.

“Ya shouldn’t ask for favors so early y’know.”

He said as his slight frown turned into a grin, eye scanning the room. Then a confused expression overcame his face.

“Hellooo? Are ya in here?”

His eyes scanned the room before giving a shrug and was about to leave before he noticed something. A small shrimp jumping up and down repeatedly on the bed trying to catch his attention.

Instead of his confused expression remaining, it changed into a mischievous one as he went over by the bed side.

“Shrimpy! Is that really you?”

He questioned you nodded before he grabbed you by the antennas, dangling you from above. He watched you squirm a bit as he laughed at your state.

“What did ya do this time? Don’t tell me you’ve been secretly a shrimp this whole time!”

Floyd smirked as he rocked the hand that held you back and forth. It was clear that he wasn’t taking the situation seriously. Though, when has he ever?

Starting to get light headed one of your claws tapped against his thumb to let him know. Reluctantly he stopped after a few more swings before holding you on the palm of his hand. The main reason he listened to you was because in his head it wouldn’t be much fun messing around with a shrimp that was nauseous the whole time.

“You know just because I call you Shrimpy doesn’t mean you have to turn into one,” Floyd teased as he rose his other hand to play with your antennas.

You didn’t know why, but most likely from stress, confusion, and anger you started to move your claws around in a wild manner, the same as if a human were ranting to someone while pissed off.

You had an internal rant about the whole shift from last night, to waking like this, and no one coming to help other than him. You didn’t expect him to understand you, but you halted your movements when he spoke up.

“Really? A drink turned ya into this? Makes sense actually, we have been ordering special drinks, Azul’s orders.”

Special drinks? You quickly tried to cool your head and organize your thoughts. Okay, so Azul had ordered special drinks that most likely changed people into sea animals, maybe specifically shrimp. You didn’t know why, but that was just another question added onto the mountain you had. Then you thought about why or how it must’ve gotten mixed up with another drink. And to get the answers to all those questions meant that you needed to see one specific person. Azul.

Now knowing Floyd understood you, you asked him with your movements to help you go see Azul and get answers.

“Nahhh I don’t feel like it. I came all the way here just to go back?” His smirk then turned back to a lazy frown.

Mentally sighing you knew you had to bribe him in some way to help you. Bargaining with him with items would lower your chances as you didn’t know what he wanted or needed in the moment. Even if you did know what may have wanted who knew if he still liked it or already gotten over it. After a bit more thinking an idea popped into your head. You knew what would catch his interest and you were ready to sacrifice it for a chance to turn back into normal.

Looking up at Floyd, you moved your claws. You explained that if he helped you, you would hang out with him for a day and do whatever he wanted to do, whether it’d be skipping classes or taking a swim in the cold freezing water in the Octavinelle dorm’s swimming spot.

His face turned into a thoughtful one has he weighed the options. Knowing it was a 50/50 chance that he would agree, you upped your bargain to two days.

“Make it a week and I got ya.”

Might as well just start your grave. Hesitantly you agreed and shook your small claw with his finger.

“Alright, hang on tight, don’t want’cha flyin’ out.”

You didn’t even get to be confused before he suddenly dashed out of the dorm at full speed. The sudden wave of wind and being a small size would’ve whisked you away if you hadn’t gripped onto his finger for dear life.

After a few minutes including with some stops when he found a penny on the floor you both finally made it past where the dorm entrances were and entered Octavinelle. It was only then when Floyd stopped sprinting at full speed and returned to his normal walking. All the while you laid on his palm with the wind knocked out of you.

Finally walking in the Mostro Lounge, Azul couldn’t be spotted in the main room which meant he was back in his private room.

Making his way towards the door, Floyd opened the door without care and entered.

“Floyd, what have I told you about entering without knocking. I really need those locks soon.”

Azul muttered the last part as last time Floyd came bashing in it had ruined the previous locks, making Azul having to order more.

“Anyways what do you want, I’m pretty busy.”

Without saying anything Floyd rose his hand with you in his hand. Silence lingered in the air for a minute.

“You came all the way here just to show me a shrimp? I can never really understand you.”

Azul let out a tired sigh, believing his friend was acting out again.

“This is Shrimpy, like thee Shrimpy.”

Floyd specified, emphasizing his point by stretching his hand that held you closer towards Azul.

“I have no time for your antics right now I’m pretty busy. I need to get all these paper work done by the afternoon.”

“But I’m not lying, here they’ll tell you.”

That was your cue as you iced your claws around just like you did with Floyd before. Only this time Azul continued to have a puzzled expression. After finishing your explanation, he spoke up.

“Okay I have no idea what it just said.”

You in response looked back and forth between him and Floyd. You thought he would understand you the same. Floyd on the other hand shrugged.

“I took some Shrimp language classes a few years back for funzzies.”

If you were still in your human form you would have immediately walked out of the room out of embarrassment and defeat.

“Just tell me what ya wanna say Shrimpy and I’ll tell him.”

Alright, he was being generous for this time and you for sure weren’t going to let it go to waste. After re-explaining it to him he translated.

“Shrimpy drank something after yesterday’s shift… A blue bottle that was supposed to be their drink… then woke up like this… They sort of remember that it had a green label…”

After hearing a mentioned blue bottle with a green label Azul’s face almost turned white before face palming.

“I see now what happened.” He sighed out then looked at you.

“That must’ve been the Shrimp potion drink I had arrived two days ago.”

Azul didn’t go into detail or reasoning to why he even had a drink like that in the first place before continuing.

“They were supposed to be stored away in the big fridge at the cooler area instead of the mini fridge behind the counter.”

Pieces started to come together all the while Floyd stopped paying attention.

“Someone must’ve put it in the wrong fridge by accident… Floyd!”

Azul’s loud voice broke the mentioned guy out of his daydream. “What?”

“You were in charge of storing the shrimp drinks in the big refrigerator in the cooler area not the mini fridge!!”

“Eh, not my fault it looked similar to other drinks.”

Azul pinched the bridge of his nose. “The label was green, the drink Y/N should’ve gotten the one with a dark blue label!”

“Hey I only put it there just cause. The real person at fault is the one who actually gave the drink to Shrimpy.” Floyd rolled his eyes while continuing to fiddle with your antennas.

Then you asked (with Floyd translating) if there was a way to undo this change. Azul in response nodded before looking at a few papers.

“Of course it can be reversed, but the drink to turn you back is supposed to arrive tomorrow. So you’ll just have to wait until then.”

Slumping down on Floyd’s palm, you thought about your options, stay at the dorm and wait this out or go to school like this. This was of course a no brained, opting to just be absent for a day instead of risking getting stomped on or getting mistaken as food.

Then in a sudden movement, Floyd walked out of Azul’s private room and went straight towards a storage closet. After a few seconds, he pulled back and revealed a fish bowl.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out his plan. All you could do was silently come to terms that Floyd was gonna take you all around the school in that circular bowl.

You just have to wait until tomorrow.

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[munipe]

helloo!! gosh im actually really new to the fandom and i have been enjoying your fics they're sooo well written!!

what about saiki and reader baking together?

and there's just these little moments where they accidentally brush fingers/hips, caught each other's eyes, or stare at the other a little bit too long that they messed up the batter they were stirring

just those little moments because i loveee the tension haha!! and maybe in the end the big moment would be saiki and the reader enjoying the sweet they made and then the reader casually wipes off a smudge of cream from the corners of saiki's mouth saying that he got something there before licking the cream themself and went right back to eating hahah!! and maybe then would saiki realise the gravity of his growing feelings for the reader

sorry this is so lengthy!! i just like to yap a little bit!!

Thank yoj so much, it’s so motivating to hear that people do enjoy my writing even if it’s something I do free-lanced-ly. 😭💜

My eyelash literally poked my lower lid at the right angle to prick me while I was writing this

Also yes, I did search up a strawberry cake recipe for this

Home ec. was already such a pain. His friends always pestered him; they were never good at baking. In hindsight, just agreeing to them probably would’ve let him avoid what he felt for you a little more—an undeniable ‘tolerance’ for one of the few people he’s accepted as part of his life. Your parents were friends, so clearly you two had to be friends by extension, tradition, if you will. Agreeing to your oh so gracious request to bake with you because your friend was absent, was a grave mistake.

The task was simple—a simple damned strawberry cake with four layers.

1.PREPARE THE CAKE(S)

“Can you pass me the butter milk and separate the egg yolks from the white?” You asked him as you opened and measured out some cake flour on a scale and measuring cup. Once it was measured, you grab another bowl while he hands you the butter milk. Your fingers brush momentarily—barely. You sift the flour in gently. As you do, he separates the yolks.

Truthfully, he doesn’t mind you running the ship. You seemed in your element— baking and murmuring gentle commands, it was almost cute. As you fold the flour in, he finally slips the egg yolks in.

“Mix it for me?” Though it was a statement, you proposed it like a question. He wouldn’t mind. He took the bowl and gently mixed it. He had to be careful, his strength could accidentally whip it too fast and god knows what could happen. As he mixes, you reach for the egg whites in another bowl that was to his right, arm dipping under his. He watches you, carefully. He’d be sure to erase your memory of this if you found out he was watching.

He watches as you whisk the egg whites into peaks, before adding in sugar. He wanted to point out that some of the puffy whites got on the corner of your mouth when you taste tested it after the sugar, but he didn’t—it was oddly endearing.

“Saiki, I think thats enough mixing,” you smile sheepishly at him, glancing at the batter he’s definitely been mixing too long. It wasn’t like it’d mess up the cake completely, but he didn’t want to be that guy in a group project. Wordlessly, he hands the batter over and watches you fold the whites in. For a moment, he finds himself seeing things. He sees you in the kitchen, bowl in hand, maybe a baby to your hip with maybe a dog barking—whatever you wanted. For a moment, he thinks he’s insane.

He is insane when he sees you make eye contact with him. “Something on my mouth?” You murmur. He points to the corner of your mouth. You huff and lick it away quickly before pouring the batter into a lined cake pan. Three more to go. So you both mixed and mixed away before putting the four cake batters into the ovens.

2.PREPARE THE FROSTING AND STRAWBERRIES

He was near death, he thinks. He had been tasked with cutting the strawberries, and sugaring them, while you were making the frosting—buttercream. You mixed it softly as he gently sliced strawberries. Soon, your hands were buttery, and his, full of strawberry juice.

“Opinions?” You offer him some of the buttercream on your finger. He wasn’t sure what to do—how to react. Yes, you two have been friends for years. Yes, you two have gotten comfortable enough to casually offer each other food. Yes, you two have fed each other out of boredom. No, he’s never licked butter cream off your finger.

Tentatively, he tastes the buttercream off of your finger. He tilts his head with thought.

‘Add another drop of vanilla extract’

He still doesn’t think he’ll reveal his powers to you—not yet. You nod and go back to making the butter cream. He stands, staring down at the strawberries. They were sliced, laid on a plate, sugar dusted over them. He looks back to you.

Wordlessly, he holds a strawberry slice to your lips. He watches as you bite down on it and take it in between your lips.

You hum as you chew. “Sweet.”

3.ASSEMBLE THE CAKE

After letting the cakes cool down properly, it was finally time to assemble the monstrosity. You layered the four, short cakes, with a layer of frosting in between. He had been tasked with spinning the cake table while you frosted. He hadn’t realized how close you’d be. He could smell the remaining sugar on you—the sweetness of domesticity. How gentle it was, when you laughed and told him to spin it a little faster. It was possibly the most rewarding moment of this little adventure. The cake was a product of your efforts. As you scrape down the frosting with a spreader, you hum.

He begins to lay the strawberry slices as you pipe dollops of frosting on the edges. Gently, your creation came to be. You huff softly and look up at him in satisfaction. Yet, as he looks back down, he sees your eyes focused on his cheek.

“Y’got somethin’ there, Sai…” You mumble as you smudge some frosting off of his pale skin with your thumb, only to gently lick it off your fingertip. He had thought he heard every nickname he could from his mother, but Sai, was something you made, and it held.

Other than the insane beating of his heart, and the absolute fight of using cryokinesis to cool his body but also not to freeze everything in the room—he was totally fine. He was normal about what you did—most definitely. He wasn’t. He wasn’t sure what he would do with his head. He wasn’t sure on what to do with the idea of you two baking in twenty years time.

He was whipped.

Did you guys see the pun at the end. hahahah

Ik its unrealistic to make a 4 layer cake in a single home ec period—but pretend, okay