#Control transformers winding

[t-5secondsart]

now that the "what sage would the lu boys be" polls are over, i thought it would be fun to draw the chain as the ancient sages from totk!

[aviatrix-ash]

@just-jetfire said this meme fits Skyfire and I couldn't help myself I had to draw my silly nerd cause this fits him too well. Especially cause he's totally a radio show/podcaster guy who shares his scientific findings from around the galaxy to all 15 of his followers. x3

[end-orfino]

ahhhhhh i remember why i dont read comics & books and watch movies as much as I should. Because they make me lose it

[moonlight-presence]

Pale, Pale Moon

Remmick X Female Reader

Summary: On a lonely, moonlit road, you walk toward town—aching, afraid, and utterly alone. But the night has other plans. From the shadows, Remmick appears, his voice honey-smooth and eyes glowing with something not quite human. He seems kind, even charming, until his gaze lingers too long on you, and his smile stretches a bit too wide. What begins as a quiet walk becomes a haunting transformation. With whispered promises and otherworldly hunger, Remmick sinks his fangs into your neck, not to harm, but to rebirth. Then... you take him under that pale, pale moon.

4,245 words

Notes:

🌙 chomh teann = so tight

🌙 Aon duine = nothing

🌙 foc = fuck

!SMUT CONTENT!

You should’ve known better than to trust a word of a man—no matter his sweet talking or his kind goddamn eyes when he offered you a ride home. You were so fucking naive, thinking he had no other intentions besides helping you get back to your folks who, by now, must be worried sick. You try not to think too much about that, focusing instead on the faint lights at the end of the road that lead into town. The moon, thankfully, was bright and full in the sky, judging by its size, giving you an additional source of light as you walked alone by the side of the road. 

 You looked down at your wrists and saw that the man’s fingers were bruised on your skin, reminding you of how you had kicked him in the crotch and opened the door of his car to sprint away from him. Thank God nothing more happened… and thank God he didn’t come chasing after you. You weren’t sure how far away you could’ve run until he eventually caught up to you. A shiver ran down your spine, and you adjusted your shawl. 

 You had been walking for a good twenty minutes now, and judging by how close the town was, you still had a good thirty minutes to go. 

 “You stupid idiot,” you murmured to yourself. 

 Then, amid your anger and frustration, you heard rattling, like a wild animal moving through the woods, from your right. You stopped dead in your tracks, slowly looking at the forest beside you and, obviously, seeing nothing but trees and the wind passing through them. 

 “Now, now, don’t be imagining things. Just get your ass back home and forget this ever happened,” you told yourself out loud, somehow needing to hear a voice amid the silence. 

 You continued walking, holding your shawl tighter around your body as the night grew a bit colder for the time of the year. Your thoughts wandered back to your parents and how worried they must be. They were quite old now, giving away their age in you, who was not as young as you had been. But those days of adolescence were gone, giving way to the responsibilities that came with adulthood. Time could be such a bitch sometimes.

 You were supposed to be married by now. That was the proper way of things, as folks often said around town… But you still hadn’t found a single man worth your time, and you, for sure, didn’t wanna marry just for the sake of it. So, alone in your youth, which often left a sting of pain in your chest, you continued with your walk. 

 More time passed, a couple of minutes at most, until you heard another noise that made the hairs on your body stand up. Something was definitely out there in those woods… and you hoped it would remain there. 

 You were now a bit scared, fingers shaking around your shawl, as your feet ached from the uncomfortable shoes your mother had made for you. Perhaps it was your exhaustion talking, too. You didn’t know at this point. 

 “Get a hold of yourself… Come on now,” you whispered, fastening your pace. 

 You tried to control your breathing until you figured out you couldn’t. So, instead of drowning in that sweet old fear, you did the one thing you knew calmed your nerves. 

 You sang.

Oh, pale moon rising over the pines, come

Lawd away until the sun does rise

Leave the day by the, by the door, I don't

Care if sun don't shine once more, that's what I said

Ooh, ooh

Oh, oh, oh

Huh

Mm-hm, mm-hm

You finished your humming softly, letting a breeze of wind brush through your face almost like a human hand caressing your skin. You have always hated nighttime, especially when you had barely any light around you and were all alone. 

 God knows what demons or creatures wandered those woods… 

 The rest of the song found you then, easing your nerves like a cup of warm milk with a teaspoon of honey. 

 This time, you sang a little louder, feeling bolder in the silence, and giving a proper performance to the night creatures. 

I'm gonna spend my money on somethin' sweet and strong

Gonna move my body through the whole night long

Gonna sweat the way I been longin' to, nobody gonna

Tell me nothin', that's what I'm gonna do, that's what I said

Woo

That's what I said

Mm-hm, mm-hm

Mm-hm, mm-hm

Mm-hm, mm-hm

Oh, oh, oh

A slight smile spread on your face as you walked in rhythm with the song, moving your body sideways and creating a dance with each step. Suddenly, the night felt less cold, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you must look. No bother, there wasn’t anybody for miles to witness this. You were free to sing and dance as you pleased, not scared of being quieted by anybody. 

I wanna sing

Like I hear the crickets do

I wanna hoo, yeah

Like the owls do 

I wanna howl

To the moon 

Scream

You raised your voice at the last note, letting it linger for far too long. It felt sweet on your tongue, so you savored it as you looked up at the moon and smiled. It was pretty, you noticed, and you would have marvelled at it for longer if you didn’t hear footsteps… behind you. 

 The first thing you did was stop your walk, freezing in place until you were sure that those were, in fact, human footsteps. And they were, there was no mistaking the sound of shoes by an animal’s paws. 

 You swallowed dryly, dread filling your chest as you remembered so well what had almost happened to you that night. You had to run. If you did, you could maybe make it into town or just come close to any people. 

 You had to try, goddamnit, you had to. 

 Instead, the person behind you spoke, a few steps away from your back, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. 

 “Hey there. Beautiful night, isn’t it?” he said with a voice so sweet that it made your ears resonate with the sound. “I thought I heard some singin’ down the road… You wouldn’t happen to be that sweet voice I heard, would you, darlin’?” 

 You didn’t turn around, fear filling your chest and holding you hostage. 

 “You must have me mistaken, sir,” you replied, making your voice friendly just in case this man had a temper. 

 “Is that so?” he said, and you heard him walk around you. He appeared in front of you, and you raised your eyes to meet his for the first time. When you did, you almost swore for a second that they were red… But no, they were blue. 

 “Yes, sir,” you confirmed, tightening your shawl around your body. He tilted his head slightly, and you saw his teeth appear underneath his lips as he smiled. “I’m just on my way home. I don’t want any trouble, sir.”

 “Trouble, darlin’?” he asked, confused. “Who said I wanted any trouble? I was making my way to town too, ya know? I just heard your beautiful voice and decided to see who was singin’, nothing more.”

 His accent was like all the other folks you knew, but in some words, it seemed to slip into something else. You didn’t recognise it, but you were sure he wasn’t from around here. No matter how much he tried to seem like he was. 

 “That’s very kind of you, sir, but if you don’t mind…” You went to walk, but he didn’t step aside. Your heart picked up its pace. 

 “What happened to your wrists?” he asked, eyeing your bruises. 

 You immediately hid your wrists under your shawl and straightened your back, trying to act casual. 

 “Nothin’. Just fell.”

 “Is that so?” he said, obviously skeptical. “Alright, if you say so, darlin’...” He grinned at you before adding, “What’s your name? I’m Remmick.” 

 You hesitated but then told him your name. 

 “That’s a beautiful name. Pleasure to meet you.” He raised his hand, clearly wanting to either shake or kiss your hand. 

 You thought about rejecting his request, but the way he looked at you and spoke was too inviting to refuse. He had such a way about himself… And you didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because he was handsome. 

 So, you gave him your hand, and he held it before lowering his lips to your skin. You thought he was gonna kiss it, but instead he pressed your skin to his mouth, and you felt him sniff the area. You frowned, pulling your hand away, but he held it and finally kissed it, releasing his hold after. 

 “You are too kind, sir, but my folks must be worried sick by now, and I must really get goin’.”

 Remmick smiled and nodded slowly. 

 “I’ll walk with you then.”

 “Sir, that’s really not necessary.”

 “Oh, but I insist. The nights can be so lonely, can’t they?” he said, and there was a hint of a joke under his voice. “We wouldn’t want anythin’ to happen to you, would we, darlin’?”

 “I…” You thought of arguing further, but ended up giving up. “Very well.”

 You two resumed your walk in silence, and you didn’t sing anymore. It didn’t feel right any longer, especially with Remmick walking beside you and looking, from time to time, at you. You tried to tell yourself he meant no harm, but you couldn’t really shake off the feeling that something about him just wasn’t quite right. 

 However, you continued walking until the pain in your right foot turned too intense and you felt blood stain your ankle and shoe. Right about then, you stopped walking. 

 “What’s the matter, darlin?” Remmick asked, looking at your feet. You heard him sniff the air, and then his breath caught in his throat. “You are bleedin’.”

 “It’s nothin’, sir,” you said. “I just need to sit down for a bit.”

 “Let me see the blood,” Remmick said, guiding you towards a broken tree on the side of the road. You followed him and finally sat on the trunk. He kneeled in front of you, eyes fixed on your bloody ankle. “You poor thing. That looks like it must hurt.”

 “It’s fine, really-” But he was already taking off your shoe, making you wince. 

 Blood was dripping down your ankle, and you bit your bottom lip at the pain. 

 “It smells so sweet,” Remmick whispered in awe as he lifted your leg. You felt your cheeks heat up as your skirt got pushed further up.

 “Sir, if you please-”

 “I knew you were different, ya know?” Remmick said, cutting you off as he moved closer to your blood. You tried to release your leg, but his grip was too strong. “I could smell you from miles away, darlin’.” 

 “Let me go,” you said, panic clear in your voice. 

 “Ssshhh,” he said, putting his finger to his lips. He looked up at you then, and you gasped as droll fell from his lips, and his teeth were sharper than before. “It will all be better soon.”

 “What are you?” you asked between shaky breaths. You looked into his red eyes and saw something unnatural in them. Whatever this man was, it couldn’t be human. 

 Remmick grinned. “I’m your savior, darlin’.”

 That was all he said before he jumped at a supernatural speed on top of you, making you fall back to the grass. You screamed in horror as his teeth sank into your neck and pierced the skin. The pain was so unbearable that you screamed until your throat ached and your lungs gave out. 

 Then, your eyes fell shut and you floated into darkness… You were sure you were dying, and you felt yourself drifting away to meet your ancestors. You could almost see them on the horizon, looking at you with inviting hands and warmth. 

 But it was as if there was a wall in your path. One you couldn’t cross. You yelled their names, but it was in vain as they slowly disappeared into dust. 

 Then, you were reborn. 

 Your eyes snapped open, and you breathed blessed air. You gasped and coughed, putting your hand to your neck and feeling dried blood there. You were supposed to be dead… 

 “All better now, isn’t it?” Remmick said. You licked your dry lips, feeling them colder than usual, before looking at Remmick, who was kneeling next to you. His mouth was dripping with your blood. “It’s okay, darlin’. I’m here.”

 His red eyes left you in a trance, making you giggle and reach for his hands. He held you to a sitting position, and you stretched your arms and cracked your neck. A smile stayed on your mouth. 

 You felt euphoric, like life didn’t mean anything before. You could feel the coldness of the night and how comforting it was. Every sound was sharper in your ears, and your reflexes seemed to be better, too. You felt unstoppable and… you remembered. Your life and his. 

 You knew who he was now. You felt his pain deep in your chest, like a crushing weight. 

 “Remmick…” you whispered, putting your hand to your chest. “I feel so different. So goddamn good.”

 “Yeah? Can you feel how sweet it is?” he asked, putting one hand over yours. “It’s all better now, isn’t it? Nobody can hurt us now.”

 “Nobody,” you repeated. “Aon duine.”

 Remmick’s grin deepened at your words, and you laughed loudly, pushing yourself towards him. 

 “Kiss me now,” you begged, wanting to feel him closer. “I wanna feel you. I need you, Remmick.”

 “I know… It’s alright. Come here,” he whispered. 

 Your lips met in a fiery kiss, and you groaned as you tasted your blood. Remmick wasn’t lying; it was truly sweet, like a nectar. 

 Your tongues danced with each other until you pulled back with the need for fresh air. Your chest heaved, and fire seemed to be inside your veins as the heat of arousal filled your body like a poison. But it was far from venomous… it was addictive and nonlethal. A combination not made possible until now. 

 “I know how you liked to be licked, darlin’,” Remmick whispered against your lips. “And I know what makes you drip.”

 You couldn’t say anything to his filthy words, so instead, you put your elbows behind you and spread your legs. His eyes were shining in the dark, and you saw them look between your thighs as you pulled your skirts up and revealed your dripping arousal. You weren’t wearing anything down there, only your dress and shawl, which was now long forgotten somewhere in the grass. 

 Remmick licked his bottom lip slowly, chuckling and crawling towards your spread thighs. You smirked at him as he moved and finally reached the middle of your legs. The pulse on your crotch was maddening, and you didn't remember ever feeling this aroused for anybody else. 

 “Look at that… Isn’t that just so perfect?” Remmick said, rubbing his hands from your ankles to your thighs. His skin was calloused but comforting. “Don’t mind if I steal a few kisses, do ya?”

 You brought your right hand to your folds, spreading them and coating your digits with your arousal, before bringing the glistening fingers towards his mouth. He didn’t need to be asked twice as he wrapped his lips around your fingers and swirled his tongue, tasting you. A deep moan left your mouth, and you saw him grab and squeeze his cock through his pants. 

 “Come taste me, baby,” you begged. 

 A string of saliva fell from the corner of his lips as he removed your fingers from his mouth. His white shirt was unbuttoned on the chest, revealing his chest hair and a necklace, and, as you stared at him, he grabbed your thighs with his two hands and pushed you towards him, making your back and head hit the grass. 

 You laughed, grabbing his hair as his head went between your legs. 

 “Oh fuck…” you whispered as he applied kisses around your vulva. He licked and nibbled at the flesh until you were whining for him. 

 Just when he thought you had enough of his teasing, did he wrap his lips on your clit. When he did, you arched your back and pulled his hair roughly, making his fangs grow a bit. You felt his lust in your mind and laughed again, until he licked your folds up and down, and made you moan instead. 

 “Remmick… Just like that… Fuck,” you said, breathless. 

 He groaned against you and moved his tongue on your clit, flickering it and creating a mind shattering rhythm. You looked down at him and saw that he was staring at you as well. Your eyes met and you kept eye contact, loving the way his hair was fisted in your hand and his mouth moved on your cunt. 

 “That’s it, baby,” you encouraged him as waves of pleasure ran through you. You pulled his hair roughly again, which made him grab your thighs harder. 

 Remmick continued with that same pace that was just so right until you felt that tight, familiar feeling on your stomach. It was tightening fast, ready to burst, and you dropped your head back on the grass, moaning loudly his name. 

 “I’m close, baby,” you warned him with a breathless voice. A whine escaped your lips as he sucked on your clit suddenly, making a spike of pleasure run through you. 

 “I… I’m gonna cum,” you managed to say. 

 Remmick moaned against you, and that was all it took before you arched your back and felt arousal pour from your entrance. Your walls pulsed and your clit throbbed against Remmick’s tongue as sweet pleasure made your mind go blank. You pushed your cunt towards his face, almost riding it as he held you down. 

 Just when you began feeling a bit overstimulated did he stopped his movements, pulling away from your clit. 

 “Hm, hm…” he said as he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. “You sound so damn pretty when you cum, baby.”

 You were breathing heavily as you looked at the night sky. Your skin was glistening and your cunt still trembled with the aftermath of your orgasm. 

 “I’m gonna need you to fuck me now, baby,” you said between breaths. You looked at him and were pleased to see him unbuckling his pants. 

 “Since you asked so nicely…” he teased you with a grin. He pulled his cock out and you looked at it. It was glistening with pre-cum and as hard as a rock. “How do you wanna get fucked, darlin’?”

 You closed your legs and got to your knees in front of him. Then, as he stroked himself slowly, you turned around and lifted your skirts to your waist, revealing your backside to him. Remmick didn’t say anything but a hand appeared on your ass cheek, grabbing it roughly. 

 “That’s a good girl,” he said in a thick Irish accent. He had dropped his southern accent shortly after you were bitten. 

 You bit your bottom lip, dropping to your elbows as you felt him run the head of his cock on your folds. He teased himself and you for a while, running his cock up and down and making you shiver and clench on nothing. 

  “Give a girl what she needs, would ya? Please, baby,” you said to him with a whiny voice. 

 Remmick chuckled, one hand on your ass and the other on his shaft. 

 “But you look so pretty all needy for me, darlin’,” Remmick said. 

 You bit your bottom lip again, and pushed your ass towards him. Remmick groaned, and you smiled in victory as he lined himself with your entrance. 

 “Now, now… Let me make it all better,” he said before thrusting inside all at once. 

 You gasped as he entered you, your head dropping between your shoulders. Remmick let out a deep groan as he stopped fully inside. 

 “Foc… Chomh teann,” he said, now holding your waist with both hands.

 He began fucking you slowly, pulling himself all the way out just to slam inside. You couldn’t do anything but fist the grass and moan his name as he set a good pace. His cock hit all the right places inside you, somehow. It was as if it was meant to fuck you all your life. 

 “Fuck. You are taking me so goddamn well,” he said with a laugh. You moaned his name again and clenched around him. 

 He grabbed your ass cheeks roughly until you felt his nails pierce your skin. You were sure he had drawn blood from your flesh, but you couldn’t care less as euphoria pumped inside your veins. Everything just felt so good. 

 “Harder,” you said to him. 

 Remmick obeyed, and you arched your back and moaned louder than ever as you felt his balls hit your skin with every thrust. The wet and slapping sounds you were making were like music to your ears, and you felt your fangs grow. You needed some blood after this. And soon. 

 “Take it… Come on, fucking take it,” Remmick moaned, pulling your hair. You hissed at the pain but laughed, feeling him hold your head slightly up. 

 You held your torso up with one arm and brought your other hand to your clit, rubbing it roughly and feeling your walls clenching on his shaft. You were getting close again. 

 “Remmick… Ah… Fuck…” you said, looking to him as he pulled your hair again. His neck and chin were still covered in your blood, and his lips parted as he let out ragged breaths. He had never looked more beautiful. 

 “You gonna cum?” Remmick asked you, bringing your face closer to his. He had more strength than you, so it was as easy as walking for him. “Tell me, baby.”

 “Yeah… I’m real close,” you replied, inches from his fangs. 

 “Then do it. Come on, darlin’, cum around my cock,” he whispered, licking your lips. 

 You grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his sweaty hair and skin, while the other hand rubbed circles on your clit. He gave you a particularly hard thrust that made your breasts jiggle. 

 Remmick must have noticed because soon his hands were on your breasts. He ripped open the dress from your chest like it was a tissue, and you gasped as he grabbed your boobs and squeezed them. 

 “Fuckin’ beautiful tits,” he moaned. 

 It was too much for you with the added stimulation, so your orgasm burst through you at long last. 

 You opened your mouth and let out high-pitched moans against his lips as your eyes fell shut. Remmick fucked you through it, feeling your walls clench and unclench around his shaft as you came. 

 “Fuck… Beautiful,” he whispered, voice strained. 

 He fucked you unevenely until he stilled his hips and hot strings of cum shoot inside you, making you groan. He whispered your name in your ear while he came, making you shiver. 

 Then, he put his lips to your neck and licked the two holes his fangs had left on your skin. It sting a bit but you didn’t paid it any mind as you stopped your fingers on your clit and started calming down. 

 “There we go. Feels good, baby?” he asked you. 

 “Yes… Real fucking good,” you replied, feeling your skin almost burn. 

 He held you for a bit more until you dropped to your hands, and he removed himself from inside of you. When he did, you felt his cum drip down your ass, making you shiver. Remmick saw it too as he collected it with his fingers. 

 “Want a taste, baby?” he asked as you turned around and sat on the floor. Your dress was ruined now, ripped open and covered in blood, sweat, and cum. 

 “Yeah. Let me,” you said, grabbing his wrist and putting his fingers inside your mouth. You tasted his salty cum and moaned, making Remmick smirk. 

 “You really are different, aren’t you, baby?” he said as you pulled back your mouth. 

 “You bet,” you replied, licking your lips.

 Remmick chuckled and put himself back in his pants, buttoning them up again and fixing his blouse. You tried to clean your dress until you saw it was pointless. 

 “That’s no problem, darlin’. There are plenty of dresses in town, I reckon. You may take as many as you want,” he said. 

 You giggled, breathing deeply as you got to your feet. He followed your lead. 

 “So… What’s next?” you asked him as you looked at the empty road. 

 “Well…” Remmick grabbed your waist from behind and put his chin on your shoulder. “I think the people in this town need our savin’, don’t ya think? I can feel how miserable they are, even from here. A goddamn shame, really.”

 You hummed with a grin, looking at the lights on the horizon. 

 “I think you right, Remmick. They need our savin’...And I happen to know just the place to visit first.”

 Remmick hummed and grabbed your hand as you two walked down the road. You could hear the drumming heartbeats of the folks in the town, leading you closer and closer to them. But they could wait… First, your parents needed some saving. 

 Then, everybody else would too.

[brawberryz]

Goodbye World

BatFam Yan! × Neglected Magic Girl! Reader

《Platonic》

Note / English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error / M.List

Pt: 1 2

"(NAME), PLEASE DON'T GO!"

the girl screamed trying to stop her, this couldn't be happening, this shouldn't have happened, I was supposed to have more time but your transformation accelerated

"I'm sorry, ######, but there's no time left... sorry"

"Please (Name)!, don't go..."

The girl felt tears falling from her face, she was supposed to save you but she made the same mistake again...

"Goodbye"

You gave her one last smile before falling to the ground and your body began to deform

"(NAMEE)!"

The girl screamed for the last time before your vision went dark, there was no more pain or suffering, you felt like your body was deformed but you couldn't feel or do anything it was like you only had your conscience left

The original (name) had disappeared forever, and there was nothing else to do

Or well, maybe there was something they could do

_

Bruce was sitting in front of the batcomputer trying to find any trace of you, but there was nothing, not even a trace, it was like you had vanished in the wind

He felt too bad since your last interaction with you, if he had known what would happen he would never have let you go from that hug

But it's just "would have" it was too late to regret but he could still fix things, he would find you and take you home with everyone else and finally have the family you always dreamed of

"We found nothing, not a single clue"

Richard entered the batcave feeling defeated Again, he went out with the whole family to look for some clue but there was nothing, they even tried to see if some villain had you kidnapped but there was no one who knew about you

"This is shit"

Jason said angrily while leaning against a wall, as much as he didn't want to admit it in a way it was his fault he always treated you badly and insulted you

You had too many reasons to leave the mansion and hate all of them, but if he was honest he hated the feeling that you had left, you are supposed to be a family and you should stay together

Wherever you are they will find you and when they do they will never let you escape from their hands again

"And Tim?"

Bruce asked without taking his eyes off the Batcomputer, he hated feeling like he couldn't be in control, not having control over you, like he always had

"He decided to stay a little longer to patrol and see if he found something"

Jason said putting his hands in his jacket pockets, wherever you are he just hoped you were okay although knowing how Gotham is, it would be a miracle if you were okay without a single scratch

"I'm leaving here"

Damian spoke as he walked angrily out of the batcave, a part of him was angry with you and with himself, he was angry with you because you abandoned him without even saying goodbye or giving him reasons, you decided to hide and not tell anyone

He hated having things hidden from him, and at the same time he was angry with himself for how he treated you in the past, but he had changed he swears! When you get back to the mansion she'll be the best sister you've ever seen

"Damian, wait-"

Richard tries to stop him but Damian just pushes him out of his way before yelling at him

"SHUT UP, I don't plan on staying here even a minute longer.(Name) is lost somewhere in this stupid city and all we do is stay here like idiots"

Damian said angrily as he quickly left the batcave

Richard just sighed, when Damian had something in mind there was nothing that would stop him from reaching it, not even his own family

_

Damian walked angrily down the hallway of the mansion cursing under his breath

He continued walking until a door caught his attention, it was half open and he could barely see the small light coming out

Curious, he decided to open it, he was surprised when he realized it was your room...

It was small but still well decorated, it bothered him a little that your room was so far away from the others

He didn't want to invade your privacy (if he wanted to) but the curiosity about your things was too great, he began looking in your drawers but only found unfinished crafts or clothes

It seemed strange to him that all your clothes were still in their place, if the theory that you ran away was true you should have brought some clothes, but everything was completely in order

As he continued looking he found a photo album, it seemed old since it had some dust

He removed the dust that it had and decided to open it, there was almost nothing interesting just photos of you, some from when you were little and others from your birthdays

But there was one that caught his attention, you were in a park with a girl, it seemed to him It was strange that you had left since you never left the mansion

He was also very bothered by the approach that girl had with (name), who did she think she was to touch her sister like that?

But if he was honest, in that photo you really looked happy...

You didn't have that forced happiness like in all the photos, in this one it was seen that you really felt happy with that strange girl

He put aside the album and went back to searching through your things to see if he could find something else

Some of your drawers were full of board games full of dust, he remembered that once you asked him to play one with you but he simply ignored you and said that you had time for children's games

A soft voice took him out of his thoughts

"What are you doing in (name)'s room?"

Cassadran asked, looking at Damian with doubt. She thought it was strange that he was in your room since she thought she was the only one besides Alfred who knew your room.

"Something that doesn't matter to you."

Damian answered abruptly as he continued searching through your drawers.

"You seem too worried about her to be going through her things without permission."

Cassadran spoke again. She thought it was strange that none of the family members were around the house, but she didn't pay much attention and decided to go to your room to greet you. But she was surprised when she found Damian searching through your things.

"So what? It doesn't matter now that (name) is missing. I don't think it will bother her. Besides, it's for research purposes."

Damian was getting tired of Cass's insistence, because out of nowhere he is so worried about his privacy. Were you two close?

"Missing?"

Cassadran repeated in surprise, that answer hit Cass hard, she never imagined it would really happen, were you able to leave the mansion? Although if she was honest you had reasons to leave this fucking place

"Yes, my sister is missing and apparently I'm the only one who cares about her and tries to find some clue, so go away you're just bothering me"

Damian let out a snort of annoyance before resuming his search through your things

"She's your sister now?"

That answer took Damian by surprise, what the hell was she referring to

"What..."

"She's your sister now?" Cass repeated again before speaking again "you always left her aside, well, everyone left them aside and I include myself but it seems hypocritical to me that you want to blame others when you are also guilty, you always look to blame others for your problems because you are an egocentric and selfish person who only thinks about himself, you don't care about her you just want to have a reason not to feel bad about yourself"

Those words left Damian speechless, he hated to admit it but she was right although he would never admit it out loud

He simply looked away and focused on continuing to search pretending as if Cassandra's words hadn't mattered to him

Cass turned around and left the room before giving Damian one last look

Deep down she hoped you were okay wherever you were, but if you were truly lost she was going to do whatever it took to find you, she wasn't going to allow herself to lose another important thing for her, not anymore

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Tim was jumping from building to building trying to find some clue about you, but there was nothing. He had been investigating criminals, villains or gangs all night but no one knew anything about you.

At this point the guilt was drowning him, he felt like the worst brother in the world. How could he forget someone so important?

Most likely you are now in some dangerous place, alone and scared thinking that no one will go looking for you because you are not important enough for them.

But he will do everything possible to find you, I promise.

He decided to stop at the top of a tall building so he could rest. He felt the worst. He had been patrolling all over Gotham for more than 4 hours but had found nothing. At this point he felt like he would never find you. No...no, if he found you he should not lose hope. You were somewhere in this place...he just had to find out where.

He felt something fast approaching him. Before he could react correctly and dodge it, a supernatural force ended up throwing him against the fire escape of another building.

Shit... that hurt, he was sure he broke his back or some rib, that thing that pushed him had too much force, it was clear that it was not a criminal or villain, they were too fast and strong to be one

But before he could get up he saw how a black mass with a strange figure approached quickly

It was easily the size of a damn bus or bigger, whatever it was was not human, that black mass reminded him too much of someone, he felt that he knew that figure from somewhere

But before he could think that large figure ended up hitting him again

It seemed as if that thing had something personal with him like some kind of hatred or resentment

Tim tried with all his strength to recover from that last blow, he had to warn the others about this thing and to come quickly before this strange creature taken from a horror story finished him off

With his last strength he grabbed the communicator and sent a signal for help before that thing hit him again now with more force causing his body to hit a wall

It seems you already have your first victim in your hands, you were going to finish off all those who made you feel miserable and you were going to make them feel the same pain that they made you feel

The original (name) had already died, the only thing left was this creature full of resentment and hatred

You were going to destroy every person who stood in your way and if that meant having to destroy the city or the world you were going to do it

"MADOKA PLEASE DON'T GO" aahhh reference 😭🙏💀

Sorry if it's too short or something, I hope you enjoy this shitty chapter

You can leave me questions or anything about this AU, I'll be happy to answer them🙏

[theplotmage]

50 Fantasy Prompts: Cultures and Societies. Writers Save this!

1. Luminae

- A society that worships light and revolves around bioluminescent creatures.

- Gesture: Raising both hands to the sky and opening palms to signify receiving light.

- View: Light is considered the purest form of energy and the ultimate source of life.

2. Mistral Nomads

- Wind travelers who harness the power of the breeze for navigation and communication.

- Gesture: Whispering into a small vial and releasing it into the wind, symbolizing sending a message.

- View: The wind carries the voices of ancestors and guides the living.

3. Veilwalkers

- Inhabitants of the mist who can see and manipulate spirits.

- Gesture: Drawing a veil across the face to communicate with spirits.

- View: The world of the living and the dead are separated by a thin veil that can be crossed.

4. Starforged

- People born under specific constellations with unique abilities tied to their birth star.

- Gesture: Touching a constellation tattoo to activate its power.

- View: Stars are the eyes of the gods, watching over and guiding them.

5. Shadecloaks

- Masters of shadow magic, living in perpetual twilight.

- Gesture: Merging fingers into the shadows, symbolizing blending into the darkness.

- View: Shadows are protective, hiding them from danger and giving them strength.

6. Seraphians

- Winged beings who consider themselves guardians of the skies.

- Gesture: Unfurling wings in a greeting, showing trust and openness.

- View: The skies are sacred, and flight is a divine gift.

7. Pyrosages

- Fire-wielders who live in harmony with volcanic landscapes.

- Gesture: Holding a flame in one hand while placing the other hand over the heart, symbolizing passion and life.

- View: Fire is a cleansing force, both destructive and renewing.

8. Aquafolk

- Ocean dwellers with the ability to breathe underwater and communicate with marine life.

- Gesture: Creating ripples in water with a fingertip to convey emotions.

- View: Water is a mirror of the soul, reflecting true feelings and intentions.

9. Silvan Elves

- Forest guardians who blend seamlessly with their environment.

- Gesture: Touching foreheads with a leaf, symbolizing unity with nature.

- View: All life is interconnected through the roots of the great tree.

10. Necrochanters

- A culture deeply connected to the afterlife, able to communicate with and summon spirits.

- Gesture: Drawing a circle with ashes to summon spirits.

- View: Death is not the end but a transformation to another state of being.

11. Stonekin

- Rock-like beings who can manipulate earth and stone.

- Gesture: Pressing a hand to the ground to communicate with the earth.

- View: The earth holds ancient wisdom and the memories of their ancestors.

12. Aetherians

- Masters of air magic, capable of floating and flying at will.

- Gesture: Raising arms and fingers to mimic the flow of air currents.

- View: The air is filled with invisible threads that connect all living beings.

13. Chronomancers

- Time-benders who can manipulate past, present, and future.

- Gesture: Tapping a timepiece rhythmically to alter time flow.

- View: Time is fluid and can be molded to fit the needs of the moment.

14. Dreamforgers

- People who can enter and manipulate dreams.

- Gesture: Weaving fingers in intricate patterns while in a trance.

- View: Dreams are a bridge between realities, holding power and prophecy.

15. Sunseekers

- Pilgrims who follow the path of the sun, gaining strength from its light.

- Gesture: Holding a hand above the heart to swear oaths under the sun’s gaze.

- View: The sun’s light is a witness to all promises, giving them sacred weight.

16. Frostborn

- Ice-dwellers with control over cold and frost.

- Gesture: Exhaling a cold breath to signify agreement or truth.

- View: Ice preserves and protects, holding the essence of life.

17. Songhearts

- A musical culture that uses songs and sound for magic.

- Gesture: Placing a hand over the throat and singing a single note to show sincerity.

- View: Music is the language of the heart and the most honest form of communication.

18. Runecarvers

- Inscribers of powerful runes that grant various abilities.

- Gesture: Tracing runes in the air or on surfaces to cast spells.

- View: Runes are the written words of the gods, containing immense power.

19. Stormcallers

- Masters of weather, able to summon and control storms.

- Gesture: Raising a staff to the sky to summon storms.

- View: Storms are the breath of the gods, bringing both fury and renewal.

20. Plainsriders

- Nomadic horsemen known for their speed and agility.

- Gesture: Drawing a circle in the dirt with a foot to mark territory or signal peace.

- View: The open plains are a vast, sacred expanse that must be respected.

21. Mycologians

- Mushroom-like beings who can communicate through spores.

- Gesture: Spreading spores by tapping a mushroom cap to communicate.

- View: Fungi are the bridge between life and decay, recycling energy.

22. Glimmerfolk

- Glittering, gem-encrusted people who can harness the power of precious stones.

- Gesture: Touching gemstones to channel their energy.

- View: Crystals are vessels of ancient power and knowledge.

23. Thornclad

- A warrior culture clad in thorny armor, known for their fierce combat skills.

- Gesture: Clasping hands with thorned gloves to signify a bond or agreement.

- View: Pain and resilience are intertwined, symbolizing strength.

24. Celestials

- Star-born beings with a deep connection to the cosmos.

- Gesture: Drawing constellations in the air with glowing fingers.

- View: The night sky is a map of destiny, guiding their every action.

25. Inkshapers

- People who can bring drawings and tattoos to life.

- Gesture: Drawing a symbol on their skin to activate a spell.

- View: Ink and art are extensions of the soul, capable of bringing thoughts to life.

26. Mirageweavers

- Desert dwellers who can create illusions and mirages.

- Gesture: Waving hands to create illusions and mirages.

- View: Reality is fluid and can be shaped by perception and will.

27. Echoers

- A culture that communicates and fights using echoes and soundwaves.

- Gesture: Clapping or snapping fingers to create soundwaves for communication.

- View: Sound is a powerful force that can shape the world around them.

28. Ironveins

- Metal manipulators who can shape and control metal at will.

- Gesture: Clenching fists to channel metal manipulation.

- View: Metal is a living force, constantly evolving and reacting.

29. Wyrmkin

- Dragon-like people with scales and the ability to breathe fire.

- Gesture: Exhaling a plume of smoke or fire to show respect or power.

- View: Dragons are the ultimate beings, embodying wisdom and might.

30. Duskborn

- Night-dwellers who gain strength from the moon.

- Gesture: Holding a candle to their chest, symbolizing the light within the darkness.

- View: Darkness is not to be feared, but embraced as a part of the natural cycle.

31. Crystalhearts

- A society with crystalline bodies that can refract light and energy.

- Gesture: Touching their heart crystal to show honesty and purity.

- View: Crystals are the heart of their being, reflecting their true selves.

32. Skyforgers

- Builders of floating cities and airships.

- Gesture: Hammering an invisible anvil to craft objects from thin air.

- View: The sky is a forge, and they are its smiths, creating wonders from the air.

33. Leafkin

- Plant-based beings who can photosynthesize and communicate with flora.

- Gesture: Placing a leaf in the palm to connect with nature.

- View: Leaves and trees are the lifeblood of the earth, nourishing all.

34. Sandshapers

- Desert people who can control and shape sand.

- Gesture: Drawing patterns in the sand to communicate or cast spells.

- View: Sand is a canvas for their magic, constantly shifting and changing.

35. Moonshadow Elves

- Elves who live in the shadows of the moon, skilled in stealth and night magic.

- Gesture: Casting moonlight on their face to invoke lunar power.

- View: The moon is a guide and protector, influencing their magic and lives.

36. Bloodrunes

- Warriors who use their own blood to inscribe powerful runes.

- Gesture: Pricking a finger to draw blood and create runes.

- View: Blood is the essence of life, and through it, they gain power.

37. Dreambinders

- People who can link their dreams to reality.

- Gesture: Twining fingers together to weave dreams into reality.

- View: Dreams are powerful forces that can shape and change the world.

38. Thunderclans

- Tribes who worship and control thunder and lightning.

- Gesture: Stamping feet or clapping hands to summon thunder.

- View: Thunder is the voice of the gods, a call to action and power.

39. Feywilders

- Inhabitants of the fey realm with unpredictable and chaotic magic.

- Gesture: Dancing in a circle to invoke fey magic.

- View: The fey are mischievous yet powerful, their magic a blend of chaos and beauty.

40. Mirrorborn

- People who can step through and manipulate mirrors.

- Gesture: Touching mirrors to travel or communicate.

- View: Mirrors are portals to other realities, reflecting infinite possibilities.

41. Wispwalkers

- Ethereal beings who guide lost souls.

- Gesture: Holding a wisp of light to guide lost souls.

- View: Wisps are guides and protectors, leading them through darkness.

42. Frostweavers

- Ice artisans who create intricate and magical ice sculptures.

- Gesture: Weaving ice crystals into intricate patterns.

- View: Ice is a delicate and beautiful force, capable of great power.

43. Starwardens

- Celestial knights who protect the realms from cosmic threats.

- Gesture: Drawing star maps in the air to invoke celestial power.

- View: The stars are guardians, watching over and protecting them.

44. Emberkin

- Fire-dwellers with control over embers and ash.

- Gesture: Snapping fingers to produce sparks and embers.

- View: Embers hold the remnants of fire’s spirit, representing both the end and beginning of the flame.

45. Oceanborne

- Sea nomads who can control the tides and waves.

- Gesture: Drawing water symbols in the air to summon sea spirits.

- View: The sea is a vast, living entity, a source of mystery and power.

46. Windwhisperer

- Communicators with the wind, able to send messages across great distances.

- View: The sky is a living entity, responsive to the voices of those who respect it.

- Gesture: Moving gracefully to mimic the flow of the wind.

47. Etherseekers

- Gesture: Holding out their hands to draw ether into themselves.

- View: The ether is a vast reservoir of magic, accessible to those who seek it.

48. Twilight Guardians:

- Gesture: Holding a lantern to light the way through twilight.

- View: Twilight is a sacred time, a bridge between day and night.

49. Windwalkers

- Gesture: Moving gracefully to mimic the flow of the wind.

- View: The wind is a messenger of the gods, carrying whispers of destiny and change.

50. Eclipsewatchers

-Gesture: Covering one eye while the other remains open to signify balance

- View: Eclipses represent the merging of light and dark, a time of balance and reflection.

[walble]

Your Future Partner

Paid Readings | Ko-Fi

This is meant to be a fun, general reading, so it may not resonate with everyone. Take what resonates for you and leave the rest behind! Please take a moment to breathe, focus on your intuition, and choose the photo that calls to you. Each holds a unique message for you!

𐙚 • 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 1

Your future partner is someone who brings a sense of hope, renewal, and inspiration into your life. They're likely to come into your world when you're healing or stepping into a more authentic version of yourself. This person carries a calming presence and seems to ignite a quiet optimism in you, as if things are finally aligning after a period of uncertainty or difficulty. They're drawn to your inner light and may even reflect that light back at you, encouraging personal growth and emotional clarity.

They likely avoid unnecessary conflict and prefer peace over chaos. Their presence suggests a breath of fresh air in your romantic experiences—someone who isn't here to play games or stir up drama. Past relationship patterns or internal struggles that once caused you stress begin to settle in their presence. This is someone who chooses communication over avoidance and is mature enough to let go of power struggles, making them emotionally supportive and level-headed.

Initially, there might be a hesitancy or emotional block on your end, perhaps due to past heartbreak or a fear of making the wrong choice again. But this person’s clear intentions and decisive nature will help you see things more clearly. Their actions will speak loudly, and they’ll show you that love doesn't have to come with confusion. You'll begin to trust yourself more around them, and that clarity will make it easier for you to open up.

They are intelligent, assertive, and driven—likely someone who charges forward when they know what they want. They might have a bold personality or a quick wit, and they’re not afraid to speak the truth. This person values honesty and progress, and once they decide to pursue you, they’ll do so with purpose. The connection may progress quickly once it starts, carried by strong communication and mutual respect. This person enters your life like a gust of wind—clearing the fog and pushing both of you toward something meaningful and transformative.

𐙚 • 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 2

Your future partner is likely someone who has recently come out of a period of isolation or deep introspection. They may have gone through a transformative experience that forced them to confront their inner world and now they’re ready to step back into life, more self-aware and open. This person may have previously struggled with indecision or being stuck in their ways but is now making an intentional effort to take control of their life and act with purpose.

They are charismatic, skilled, and driven—someone who knows how to use the tools at their disposal to create opportunities and make things happen. There’s a sense of passionate energy around them, like they’re on the verge of starting something exciting, whether it’s a creative pursuit, a new project, or even a fresh chapter in life. This person will bring a spark into your world, not just emotionally but also through shared experiences and dynamic energy.

There’s also a feeling of wholeness and completion surrounding this future connection. This person may have traveled a long personal journey to get where they are, and now they’re ready to share their life with someone who can match their energy and growth. Your relationship with them will likely feel like the closing of an old chapter and the beginning of a new, meaningful one—with potential for long-term harmony, success, and mutual expansion.

𐙚 • 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 3

Your future partner may initially come across as someone who has struggled with trust, communication, or immaturity in the past. They might have gone through a period of confusion, overthinking, or being unsure about their direction in life. This could stem from lessons they had to learn the hard way—perhaps from saying too much, too little, or not knowing how to navigate emotional conversations. When you meet them, they might still be healing from past experiences that shaped their perspective on love and connection.

They carry a deep emotional scar—perhaps from heartbreak or betrayal—that has forced them to confront their own vulnerabilities. This pain, while still present, has molded them into someone more self-aware and introspective. They're not looking for surface-level affection. Instead, they’re seeking something that brings balance, truth, and fairness into their life. They're serious about love and are ready to approach it with a sense of responsibility and integrity.

When they come into your life, the connection will feel undeniably strong. It’s not just romantic but deeply soulful, something that aligns with your values and your heart. There’s a feeling of choice and commitment between you both, one where mutual respect and emotional honesty play a big role. This person won’t shy away from showing you how much they care or from stepping into something meaningful with you.

They’re also generous—not just with time or resources, but with emotional effort and energy. This person values equality in relationships and wants to give just as much as they receive. They’re someone who believes love is a two-way street, and they’ll make sure you feel valued and supported. Their journey hasn't been easy, but it’s made them someone capable of deep, sincere love—ready to build something real with you.

[rottiens]

How often do you think Neuvillette makes love to reader in his dragon form? And how do they prepare for it all?

⊹ tags . . 18+, neuvillette in his dragon form, monsterfucking, established relationship, female reader.

⊹ wc . . 1.4K

⊹ notes . . didn't expect to write so much for this lol but, as always, I really enjoy the ideas you put in my head and ily.

Neuvillette is very shy at first about his true nature. Very withdrawn and perhaps ashamed of his original form. He has spent so much time among humans, understanding them and being part of them, that being with you, he forgets that this non-human part is still kept inside him.

You know the Chief Justice of Fontaine and the way he presents himself to others, you know how respected he is, how loyal he is; you know your husband and you have no doubts about him. But you don't know the Dragon Hydro. So, it is understandable that he feels shy to show his true nature before you.

Your sweet words gradually encourage him to trust you and what you assure him. You promise him so many times that no matter what you see, nothing will make you turn away from him— you do this by kissing his hand, pampering his neck, adoring his body that eventually, Neuvillette decides it's time.

As expected, his dragon form is as majestic as you had imagined. The imposing Neuvillette appears before your eyes, a being of breathtaking beauty and mystical presence. His winged figure combines the grace of an eagle with the strength of a dragon. His plumage is a symphony of colors that oscillates between deep blue tones and brilliant azure hues, creating a visual effect that evokes the power and serenity of the ocean.

You witness the magnificence of his transformation, a sight that takes your breath away and fills you with awe. As you approach, his eyes, deep and full of centuries of wisdom, look at you with a mixture of vulnerability and trust. You are honored and amazed by the faith he has placed in you, knowing that now, more than ever, you must keep your promise to stand by his side, accepting and loving every part of him, human and non-human.

His wings, broad and ethereal, appear to be sculpted from liquid light, adorned with undulating patterns reminiscent of gentle ocean currents. Each feather is outlined with silvery sparkles, giving the impression that a piece of the starry sky has been caught in its wingspan.

Neuvillette's head is noble and distinguished, with piercing eyes that sparkle with ancient wisdom. His silver mane flows back like a cascade of liquid silver. His words echo throughout the room, and he lovingly rests his forehead on yours, speaking to you through your thoughts. All the energy that fills the room bristles your skin, electric sparks that make your fingers move with a life of their own towards his face. Neuvillette drops into your hands, gazing intently at you with narrowed eyes.

Watching him, you can't help but feel that you are in the presence of an entity that transcends the mundane, a living connection between heaven and earth, the ethereal and the tangible.

"You are so beautiful, Neuvillette," you confess quietly to him. He lets out a sort of purr that fills the cave where you are, his tail visibly vibrating a tender blue, tossing back and forth like the waves of the sea.

The passing years have made him more comfortable at your side in his majestic form. You snuggle next to his body as he curls up next to you, his purrs like whispers on the wind lulling you into a placid slumber. But it is not until mating season that he realizes that opening up more with you has been both a blessing and a danger.

In that period, his desire becomes uncontrollable and his dragon nature intensifies. Neuvillette struggles to maintain control, but your gentle words and the trust you have placed in him give him the security he needs to fully embrace his true nature.

The mating gifts he has brought to you —pearls that glow even in the dark, coral crystals, jewelry created from sapphire— were now accompanied by something else. Something he considers terrible and carnal. Grunting, touching more than usual in public, slightly more possessive grips. It's second nature for you to join together in bed, to merge your bodies as one, to sink into you and make love to you all night long until you're both exhausted. But this season, there's something about Neuvillette that has him all the time with his pants tight, his hands sweating under his leather gloves and his boot clacking against the floor, he needed to be back home soon.

. . . He breathes heavily as he holds you against him. Your forehead rests on his as he recites one of the ancient poems stored on scrolls. His mouth is open, salivating, his majestic body jerking with every touch of your delicate fingers on the scales of his face.

"What's wrong?" your tone is almost pained, as if you are hurt. With a frown. Neuvillette hates himself for making you worry.

His whole body shudders as soon as your fingers tangle in the mane that hides his sharp eyes.

"My body doesn't seem to listen to me. I'm sorry, I'm burning up."

Your countenance softens, a tender smile tugs at your lips and Neuvillette jerks away from you, but you are quick to act and reach out your hands, stopping him in his attempt to escape.

"It's okay," as always, you encourage him. "I love you. In this and all your forms, Neuvillette. You have nothing to hide from me."

You prompt him, urge him to follow and explore his desires. It hurts his chest to see you so beautiful for him, to see you covered by a thin transparent cloth that barely covers your nakedness; your erect nipples are visible in the moonlight streaming through the cave and he pauses to think how firm they would feel under his tongue, your thin cotton panties soaked by a sticky layer of your arousal that provokes him just and only to push them with his claw and watch you squirm beneath him. Neuvillette suffers from not being able to control himself. But seeing you ready for him makes his animalistic senses fill with adrenaline.

Soon, he leaves the comfort of your warmth to push his face against your small body. You are so fragile, and he watches you carefully. His nose sniffs you, his scales tickle you, and you laugh. But Neuvillette is so focused on what he wants that he pays no attention to anything but that smell.

He descends under your body, determined. His face pushes the fabric up while he stands on all four paws so as not to crush you. His teeth tear at the fabric and you groan in surprise, for you have never seen him so desperate. Quickly, his long tongue darts out, cuts through the moonbeam and sinks between your thighs, exploring your slick folds with ferocity.

The dragon growls hungrily, devouring everything he can reach with his insatiable tongue. The split tip of his tongue does a dance on your clit, and you raise your hips in search of that pleasure, clinging to the silken sheets as waves of pleasure lash you. Neuvillette grunts, salivates and devours you as if for the first time. You melt with each lick until the impending end of your orgasm hits you.

Even after, he continues to lick you slowly, still greedy, still hungry.

Adoringly, his nose is wet from every trace of skin he gets, worshipping you like a deity.

After this, shame consumes him, so embarrassed to let this barbaric behavior that he has shown to no one else come to light, those instincts that make him lose his composure. Yet, with you by his side, promising him that everything is fine, that you are fine, Neuvillette allows it to happen a second time and then a third. How often? I think it happens spontaneously, but especially when he is in heat, he can't help but take you in his original form, in fact even if he won't admit it, in this state it is his favorite way to make love to you. Although he may lose control of his thrusts, he always tries to be gentle with you, always leaving a mark or two after the session.

These always start with him first in his human form, stretching you with his fingers, making you cum several times with them, then with his split tongue. Finally, when you're ready, one of his two cocks slides into you smoothly, so deep you don't remember how to breathe. Deep inside, he longs for the day when you can take both at the same time.

[driverlando]

🏎️ oscar holding your legs down and pressing his hand on your stomach when he’s eating you out so you can’t squirm or squeeze your legs around his head because he wants you to take it

here you go lovie!

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The room was filled with a comfortable silence, the kind that envelops two people who are completely at ease with each other. The glow from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows on the walls, adding to the intimate atmosphere. You lay on the bed, heart racing with anticipation as Oscar stood at the foot of it, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

Oscar’s public shyness was endearing, but in these private moments, he transformed into someone else entirely; confident, commanding, and irresistibly alluring. He slowly crawled onto the bed, his hands gliding over your thighs with a tenderness that belied the heat in his gaze.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a deep, soothing rumble.

You nodded, unable to find your voice, the anticipation making your body hyperaware of every touch, every movement. Oscar’s lips quirked into a small smile, his eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your legs.

He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body. Your instinct was to squirm, to close your legs around him and pull him closer, but Oscar had other plans.

“Stay still for me,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.

You tried to obey, but the sensation was overwhelming. Oscar’s tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate path that made you moan softly. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact, more of his touch.

Oscar’s hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly. “I said, stay still,” he repeated, his tone a mix of authority and patience. His hands slid up your body, one hand resting on your stomach, pressing down gently but firmly. The pressure was grounding, a reminder of his control.

He resumed his ministrations, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. Each movement was calculated to drive you wild, to push you to the edge and keep you there. The pressure of his hand on your stomach intensified the sensation, making every touch feel even more powerful.

You could feel the tension building, your body trembling with the effort to stay still. Every nerve ending was on fire, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through you. Oscar’s grip tightened, his thumb brushing soothing circles on your skin as he worked.

“Don’t move,” he commanded softly, his voice a dark promise. “I want you to take it all.”

You whimpered, your hands clutching the sheets as you fought to obey. The sensation was almost too much, your body aching with need. But Oscar’s firm touch, his steady presence, kept you grounded, kept you focused.

His mouth was relentless, his tongue flicking and swirling in a rhythm that had you teetering on the edge. The pressure of his hand on your stomach kept you pinned, unable to escape the intense pleasure. You could feel the orgasm building, a tight coil of desire winding tighter and tighter.

“Oscar,” you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I can’t… it’s too much…”

“You can,” he replied, his voice filled with determination. “You’re going to take it for me. Every bit of it.”

His words sent a thrill through you, his dominance a potent aphrodisiac. You surrendered completely, letting go of any semblance of control. Oscar’s touch was everything, his hands and mouth guiding you to a place of pure ecstasy.

The coil inside you snapped, and you cried out, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. Oscar didn’t let up, his mouth working you through every wave of pleasure, drawing out your release until you were a trembling, breathless mess beneath him.

Only when he was satisfied did he finally pull back, his eyes dark with desire and pride. He moved up your body, his hands gentle as he cradled your face, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “So beautiful, so perfect.”

You lay there, panting and spent, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Oscar’s touch had been commanding, almost overwhelming, but it was also filled with a deep care and tenderness. The contrast between his public shyness and private dominance was intoxicating, leaving you craving more of his touch, more of his control.

He held you close, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin, as you slowly fell into a deep slumber.

[gibberishfangirl]

WIND BREAKER | you size them up

Synopsis ✰ head cannons of how the boys react when you unexpectedly size them up

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw! playful content, play/pretend fighting, giggling, cute content of the boys getting caught off guard

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

☆ you’re crazy if you think this man will ever back down

☆ he doesn’t care if you’re dating, he never backs down from a fight

☆ he’s confused at first but then immediately gets the hint of what you’re doing

☆ he takes that shit personally

☆ “what you tryna do?” he challenges

☆ he puts his hands up and gets in his fighting stance

☆ “c’mon put your hands up.” he says jumping around you in circles

☆ he pretends to swing on you and punches the air around you

☆ expect him to mimic fighting sounds

☆ “yeahhh that’s what i thought, you don’t want this.” he says in the middle of his fake punches swinging at the air next to you

☆ after he’s done he taunts you, “yeahhh try that shit again.”

☆ his reaction to it makes you giggle like a love sick fool

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

☆ he laughs once he realizes what you’re doing

☆ he finds it to be very humorous

☆ “oh? you tryna fight right now?“ he teases

☆ he immediately sizes you up back, two can play this game

☆his stance is intimidating as hell but you can’t bring yourself to back down

☆ you cross your arms and tilt your head up high

☆ NEVER BACK DOWN, NEVER WHAT ?!?!

☆ you squeal as he picks you up and swings you over his shoulder

☆ spins you around until you’re dizzy

☆ “had enough yet??” he questions after the third spin

☆ he makes you giggle so much during it

☆ he will not stop until you give

☆ “okay! okay! i give!” you admitted defeat after the tenth spin around

☆ places you down on your feet and gives you a soft kiss on your lips after

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

☆ he can’t help himself

☆ he has the most shit-eating grin at your cuteness

☆ he thinks you sizing him up is adorable

☆ “you’re so cute and silly” he coos

☆ you take that as a sign of disrespect

☆ you gasp in response and frown

☆ “i can be intimate if i want to be!” you argued

☆ he laughs at your rebuttal

☆”yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night.” he says while walking away laughing at you

☆ he ruffles your hair on the way out leaving you dumbfounded

☆ you’ve never faced such a high amount of disrespect

☆ you practice your sizing up stance in the mirror every night after that incident of disrespect

☆ you make it a mission to gain the ability of being intimidating

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

☆ he already knows you’re doing it to mess with him

☆ “oh? you’re trying to start something?” he challenges stepping up to you

☆ this officially begins the playful pushing war

☆ surprisingly enough he starts it by slightly shoving you to the side

☆ you return the favor by giving him the hardest shove to the floor

☆ you take off running and laughing after you see him fall hard on his ass

☆ he immediately gets up and tries to run after you at full speed

☆ you run around the whole block for miles, him behind you the entire time

☆ slowly transforms into a game of tag

☆ the two of you go back and forth running around

☆ you’re both exhausted by the end of it

☆ you’re both quite literally huffing and puffing trying to regain control of your breathing

☆ you both lay on the grass for awhile after

☆ “i totally won” “what? you’re crazy, i definitely won” “nuh-uh!” “yuh-huh!”

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

☆ his eyebrows immediately raised in amusement

☆ “who exactly do you think you’re scaring?”

☆ sizes you back

☆ he makes sure not to come off as too intimidating since he doesn’t want to scare you

☆ “you tryna fight?” you challenged

☆ “you think you can take me?” he scoffs

☆ you’re swept off your feet before you can even react

☆ he full on body slams you into the bed

☆ not too rough obviously, he still cares about you

☆ you break out into giggles and screams as he starts tickling you

☆ you almost pee yourself before you finally break free

☆ “STOP, STOP, I DONT LIKE THIS GAME” you scream squirming out of his grasp (pls tell me you get the reference)

☆ you run out of the room in a fit of laughter

☆ he sprints after you

☆ don’t start something you can’t finish

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

☆ he just smiles at you brightly

☆ he’s fully aware of what you’re doing

☆ you’ve been on a mission to get this man to play fight you since forever

☆ he giggles as you begin to punch the air around him

☆ “c’mon fight back” you joke jumping around him as you continued to swing at the air

☆ he doesn’t want or has any intention to engage in play fighting with you

☆ secret confession: he’s too scared about the possibility of hurting you

☆ his aggressive hugs are one thing, fighting is a completely different thing

☆ he’s aware of his strength and gets nervous to the concept of play fighting

☆ you accept defeat at this attempt

☆ “you may have won this time but i’ll be back!” you warn with your first up as you walked away from the smiling boy

☆ “uh-huh whatever you say.” he giggles

☆ finds your attempts to be cute and amusing

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Chapter Two: The Lamb And Her Wolves

The next morning Sera could feel a shift in the air as her fathers land came alive with unfamiliar motion. Engines grumbled low like beasts waking from hibernation ready to consume everything in its path. And the winding dirt road leading to the entrance stirred with heavy wheels and the stomp of boots thick with city dust.

From her bedroom window on the second floor, Sera watched them come. One by one, dark cars rolled in all sleek, glossy, and foreign against the humble backdrop of worn fences and cotton fields. Then came the men; strong, sharp-jawed and some with cigarettes tucked between their gold-ringed fingers. She didn’t understand everyone’s fascination with wearing gold in a flashy manner but she secretly loved seeing the contrast of shiny yellow on melanated skin. Her father called it sinful and bodacious behavior that’s blasphemous towards God. She didn’t question him about it. She never questions him. Instead, she just tucked his words into a memory bank of worldly behavior to avoid if she didn’t want to burn for an eternity.

The men moved like monsters dressed in silk with their tailored coats and shoulders wide with beaming confidence. And at the center of it all stood two identical figures dressed in matching suits, one with red details and one with blue details that cut through the morning light like blades.

Even from this distance, she could feel it… the weight of their presence made her skin prickle beneath her modest yellow sun dress. They stood close to the nearby farmhouse, flanked by hired men who unloaded crates and tools with mechanical precision. The preacher’s north field was being transformed and piece by piece it was shifting into something else. A fortress? Maybe? Or a war room? Possibly?

She pressed her fingers into the windowsill, breath catching as her eyes followed the one who stood still. Smoke barely moved, only nodded every now and then while others worked around him. He had the kind of stillness that didn’t come from peace, but from control. She couldn’t see his eyes from here, but she didn’t need to. She knew they were cold and sharp as he watched everything and missed nothing. When she saw his head slightly turn in the direction of her window she looked away quickly, but not before her heart gave a little thud against her ribs.

Downstairs, the front door slammed and Sera quickly made her way to where she assumed her father would be. Pastor Samuel had returned from meeting with his appointed deacons and the meeting didn’t go as planned. Everyone has been warning him against getting involved with the SmokeStack twins, but he believes they are his only option if he’s going to keep his land and scare the Klan away. With his face taut and unreadable he pulled off his hat before briefly looking over to Sera and letting out a disgruntled sigh. “You’ll stay inside,” he said flatly, without preamble.

Sera looked up from where she stood by the stairway and nervously toyed with the fabric of her dress. “Yes, daddy.” She gave no rebuttal, just blind obedience like how her father taught her.

Even though she didn’t question her father, today was the first day Sera ever saw him seem so… frazzled. Like he knew more than what he wanted to know but didn’t know how to put his thoughts into words. Shifting his eyes away from Sera, Pastor Samuel spotted his Bible on the kitchen table and grabbed it before speaking again. “Don’t go getting any ideas. They’re not here for tea and Sunday songs. They’re here to keep your daddy alive and that church from bein’ burned to ash. You won’t speak to them. You won’t look at them. And you’ll keep to your damn chores, understood?”

Sera nodded, quietly. “I understand.”

He didn’t soften. “They ain’t good men, Seraphim. This is your only warning. Stay away and let them work.”

She offered a final, “Yes, sir,” and turned on her heels as she made her way to the kitchen. Being the only woman in the house she knew it would be her responsibility to feed these men after a long day of work. Her father said not to interact with the men that are turning the land into a combat zone ready for war… But he technically didn’t say anything about not keeping their bellies fed.

The verbal warning from Samuel kept Sera in line while she worked on cooking a hearty meal… but… her fathers warning didn’t stop him. It started with a creak on the back porch. A slow, familiar sound that was typically harmless on most days. But today wasn’t one of those days. Then the screen door pushed open and Sera stiffened at the sound before she even looked up.

Stack stood in the doorway and leaned against the frame like he was posing for a photograph. One hand tucked into his jacket pocket, the other holding a cigarette he hadn’t bothered to light yet. Today his hat was a rich ruby red and he had it tilted back just enough to show all of his face and that grin. That damn grin. Wide, lazy, full of bad intentions and bold promises.

“Well, now,” he drawled, voice slow and syrup-thick, like molasses simmering over fire. “Ain’t you the picture of Southern hospitality? Whatcha cooking little dove?”

The sound of Stacks' voice made Sera turn too quickly causing the hem of her summer dress to catch on her calf as she spun around. While turning, her elbow nearly knocked the pot of greens from the stovetop.

Her mouth parted to speak but initially no sound came out as she swallowed a nervous lump in her throat and tried again. “You… um… You shouldn’t be back here, Mr. Stack. My daddy said I’m not supposed to speak to you.”

The grin on his face faltered for just a second, letting a flicker of something unknown peak through. Regaining his composure, Stack straightened just slightly and tilted his head at her. “Mr. Stack?”

His voice was quieter now. Still teasing, but edged with genuine curiosity. “You sure ‘bout that, sweetheart?”

Sera nodded, both hands wrapped tightly around the wooden spoon she was using to stir her greens like it might keep her grounded.

Stack pushed off the frame and let the screen door softly shut behind him as he stepped fully inside the kitchen. His boots made almost no sound across the worn floorboards. “Well I’ll be damned,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “You really can tell.”

There was another flicker in his expression. This time it was a flash of disbelief in his eyes as he squinted slightly like he was trying to see straight through her. “We only properly met last night, at dinner,” he said as his iconic smile came back slower and more thoughtful. “Folks we known’ our whole lives still get it wrong. Hell, Stack and Smoke… they say it like it’s one name.”

He let out a breath and a quiet huff of laughter, like he didn’t know what to make of her. “Your daddy tell you which one’s which this mornin’?”

Sera shyly shook her head. “No, sir.” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “I just… knew.”

Not knowing the weight of this revelation, Sera simply stared at Stack with an inquisitive yet cautious expression. Stack said nothing as he blinked once. Then after a few seconds of silence his smirk widened before letting out a low whistle, the sound sliding between his teeth like sin in the dark.

“Well, that’s somethin’, ain’t it?”

He took another step closer. Not threatening. Just… circling. Like a man drawn toward something shiny he didn’t expect to want. “Don’t worry,” he said, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “I ain’t here to cause trouble. Just came for a drink of water… and maybe…” His eyes raked over her, slow and appreciative, lingering far too long. “…a glimpse of heaven while I’m at it.”

Sera’s face flushed instantly and she could feel her ears ringing. She turned too fast again and began fumbling for a glass in the cabinet. But the tremble in her hands betrayed her, no matter how still she tried to be.

Then she felt the air around her become heavy as she heard him shift behind her. Not too close. But close enough. Close enough for the heat of him to find her back. Close enough for her to breathe in the heady mix of cigarette smoke, worn leather, and sandalwood cologne clinging to his skin.

“You always this obedient, pretty girl?” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper now. “Bet you’d let a man do damn near anything if he said please real nice.”

Sera paused her fumbling and scrunched her brows in puzzled expression. “I… I don’t understand what you mean,” she said, her voice so honest and pure it could’ve broken something inside a softer man.

But Stack wasn’t soft. Stack was stone with a smile carved into it and even she managed to make him go quiet. Then he chuckled silently to himself.. Not in a mocking tone towards Sera but more like he’d just been handed a puzzle piece he didn’t know he was missing.

“You really don’t,” he said, almost in awe. “You really… don’t.”

Sera shook her head and wordlessly passed the now filled glass of water back towards him without turning. He took it gently from her hand and made sure his digits brushed against hers.

“I was taught not to entertain wickedness,” she said quietly, like she was reciting it from memory. “Daddy says it creeps in soft. Real sweet-like. But it always leaves stains.”

Stack stared down at the glass of water in his hand but he didn’t bother to drink it. No, right now he was thirsty for something a simple glass of water couldn’t quench. “That why you so stiff right now, pretty girl?” he asked, stepping closer behind her. “’Cause you think I’m wicked?”

He leaned in just enough to let his breath kiss the curve of her neck. “Or is it ‘cause some part of you wonders what wicked tastes like?”

His voice was a combination of dangerous velvety temptation. He let his eyes travel the slope of her back and the tight draw of her waist before biting back a groan. “I’ve tasted it,” he whispered. “And it’s sweeter than a ripe peach on a July morning… but I think you would be sweeter than that.”

Sera froze. Her hands went still against the kitchen counter as the silence wrapped around her shoulders like a heavy shawl. Her eyes stared straight ahead at the sink, unblinking and unfocused with Stack’s words echoing in her ears. A heated riddle laced with something unholy that made her spine prickle. She didn’t understand all of what he meant—not fully. Not with her mind, anyway. But her body… her body heard him loud and clear.

There was something about the way he spoke. The tone of his voice, the bite behind it and the promise that lingered. The air around her suddenly felt heavier and warmer, as if his words had turned to steam and crawled beneath her dress.

Then suddenly an unfamiliar tension coiled low in her belly. Not pain. Not fear. But something that made her thighs press closer together on instinct. And then she felt it. A second heartbeat. Not in her chest where it should be, but pulsing gently and rhythmically between her thighs. It was soft at first but as the seconds ticked by it grew to a loud drumming and her brows furrowed. She didn’t waste any water on herself, it wasn’t time for her monthly, and she definitely didn’t pee on herself.

She was wet.

Not soaked, but wet enough to make her shift uncomfortably. Enough for a warm drip to settle into the cotton of her panties as her cheeks burned with shame. And instead of trying to rationalize what she was feeling, Sera cleared her throat and gently shook her head.

Maybe it’s nothing, she told herself. Maybe I just need to drink a little tea and pray it away.

Yes. That’s what she’d do. She would drink something calming like Chamomile or maybe her grandmother’s old lemon balm blend. A hot cup of tea and a hot bath. That’s what good girls do. That’s what church girls do. That’s what she would do.

Before Stack could say more, she was saved only by the shift of a shadow lingering behind them.

Smoke stepped onto the porch, still as stone and Stack turned at once, glass still in hand and an expression like a kid that almost got caught stealing candy by their father. “She was just givin’ me some water,” Stack said easily.

Smoke said nothing. His eyes didn’t go to his brother. They went to her. And Sera slightly tilted her head to meet his gaze just for a breath. It held her in place like a hand at her throat. He didn’t smile. Didn’t blink. His stare was unreadable, but it wasn’t cruel. It was curious. Like he was trying to figure her out. A woman so tightly wound in rules, yet soft as sin beneath it all.

He looked away just as quickly and turned without a word before vanishing back down the steps. Stack lingered for a moment longer, the tension between them thick and intimate. Then he tipped his hat. “Thanks for the drink, sweetheart. Don’t let ya Daddy’s rules keep you from livin’.” And just like that, he was gone too.

When he finally left, Sera stood alone in the kitchen with her heart pounding and hands shaking. She didn’t know what they wanted from her. But something about their presence excited her and deep down, under the linen and Bible verses, a small part of her wondered what it would feel like to stop being good. Just once.

Smoke stood alone at the edge of the north field, one boot resting on a stump as he lit a cigarette, slow and steady. He watched his men work without needing to say much since his presence did the talking. All around him hammers struck wood, metal scraped against metal, and the morning air filled with the scent of pine shavings, dirt, and the quiet tension of men preparing for war.

Behind him he could hear footsteps crunch over the dry grass and he didn’t need to look to know it was his other half. Stack walked up with that same rolling gait, loose shoulders, cocky stride, and a grin that hadn’t faded since he left the kitchen. But there was a slight shift in how he walked. A restlessness and a subtle discomfort.

Smoke didn’t bother to turn around. “You took too long to get a fuckin’ glass of water. We came here to work.” he said, his voice gravel-dry.

Stack huffed a laugh and came to stand beside his twin. “It was a realllll tall glass.” He leaned forward, bracing his hands on his thighs briefly before adjusting himself through the fabric of his slacks with a wince and a satisfied sigh. “Damn,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Didn’t think a girl that sweet could make me this hard just by blushin’.”

Smoke exhaled a slow curl of smoke through his nose. “She’s the preacher’s daughter,” he said flatly.

Stack chuckled and looked out onto the field with his brother and sighed, long and dramatic. “So serious already. You sure you ain’t still wound up from last night?”

Smoke’s eyes narrowed. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“You know what I’m talkin’ about! That little redhead preacher girl,” Stack grinned, and elbowed him with a smirk. “You ain’t even touch your chicken, and you damn near crushed your glass just watchin’ her scrape plates last night.”

Smoke’s voice was low and sharp. He wasn’t in the mood to discuss his feelings and he definitely didn’t feel like discussing them with Stack. “Drop it.”

But Stack wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. “C’mon,” he drawled. “You really gonna act like you didn’t get stiff just sittin’ at that table last night?”

Smoke turned his head, slow as a hinge rusted with tension. “Don’t start with me.”

“Don’t start?” Stack scoffed. “Nigga, YOU started it. Stared her down like she was already on her knees beggin’ for mercy.”

“She’s a child.”

“She’s twenty-five and a grown ass woman.”

“She’s naïve,” Smoke snapped. “Doesn’t know what men like us are.”

Stack snatched the cigarette away from Smoke's hand and walked away from his brother before leaning against a nearby fence post while flicking ash to the ground and grinning like he’d won a round in a fight they hadn’t even agreed to have. “Maybe that’s what’s so tempting about her.”

Smoke said nothing. He looked back toward the house, where the white curtains fluttered faintly behind the kitchen window.

Stack followed his gaze.

“She was shakin’,” he said quietly, like a confession. “Not ‘cause she was scared. I said a few words and she turned red all the way down to her collarbone. Like she didn’t even know her body could react like that. Can you believe that? Her pretty chocolate ass turned red like a damn tomato.” He paused for a second while biting down on his bottom lip. “I wonder where else she turns red…”

Smoke’s nostrils flared. “That’s exactly why you need to leave her be.”

“You jealous?” Stack’s grin sharpened.

“Careful,” Smoke warned.

Stack gave a lazy shrug, unbothered. “I ain’t touched her… Yet. Just asked her a question.”

Smoke didn’t speak, but the tension in his shoulders said more than words.

Stack smirked wider, then stepped in front of him, real close now, so their eyes locked like gun barrels.

“She got under your skin too, Smoke. Don’t act like she didn’t. You think I ain’t notice how you lit a cigarette the second we stepped outside that house last night? And how you needed to ‘take a piss’ foe’ heading back home? What kind of peein’ you doing that take 15 minutes?”

Smoke’s jaw ticked. He had heard enough and didn’t need Stack pointing the truth out to him. “I said drop it.”

“She’s soft,” Stack said, voice lower now, his grin fading into something more dangerous. “Like nothin’ we’ve seen before. You saw her. No rough edges. No lies in her smile. And you—” he poked a finger into Smoke’s muscled chest, “Nigga, you think you’re above wantin’ that?”

Smoke grabbed his baby brother's wrist, hard, but Stack didn’t flinch. He just held that stare full of teeth and defiance.

“I’m not gonna let you ruin her,” Smoke said, voice low and deadly. “She’s not some speakeasy girl you can laugh with and forget by morning.”

“I ain’t forgettin’ her,” Stack said quietly. “That’s the problem.” His devious smirk grew wider as he playfully let his eyes wander down to his slacks and then back up to his twin's serious expression. Smoke held his brother’s wrist a second longer before letting it go, shoving him back just enough to make Stack stumble a half-step.

Stack didn’t retaliate. Just adjusted himself again, another sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he muttered, “She makes it hard for a man to walk straight, that’s all I’m sayin’.” He turned away, but his voice floated back like smoke in the breeze. “Tell yourself whatever you need to, Smoke. Just remember this ain’t the kind of girl either of us forgets.”

Smoke said nothing. But as his eyes drifted back to the window where the curtain fluttered again he caught just a glimpse of brown skin, a yellow dress, and gentle movement… and he knew Stack was right. They were both caught.

And neither of them had any goddamn clue how to set themselves free.

The fading sun was starting to bleed across the treetops, painting everything in a golden hue. The muggy air still clung to everyone’s skin, heavy with the scent of churned earth, engine smoke, and hot oil. But now it was overlaid with something richer, something holy: roasted pork, cornbread fresh from the oven, and collards swimming in smoked pork fat.

Dinner tonight was being served on the long porch that wrapped around the back of the preacher’s house. Men who’d worked themselves raw all day from hammering fences, rigging traps and guarding the land with rifles slung across their backs were now lined shoulder to shoulder on picnic benches while waiting with heavy boots and hungrier eyes.

Sera moved among them like a soft breeze through swamp reeds. Quiet, graceful, and oblivious to everything except the task of servitude. She carried a heavy bowl of fresh cornbread to the table and the weight of it made her arms tremble slightly. Her yellow dress had been ruined earlier, stained with oil and butter so she’d changed into the only clean one she had left.

A white cotton-thin dress that was still a little damp when she slipped it on. Sera hadn’t realized it clung until the resting sun hit it. And she definitely didn’t notice how the dress curved over her hips, hugged the round of her thighs, or stretched just enough across her chest to outline what no man had yet touched.

To her, it was just a modest, unwrinkled, and high-necked dress that any obedient church girl would wear. To the men on the porch, it was heavenly temptation. Their conversation thinned to silence when she stepped outside with the bowl. One man muttered something under his breath. Another chuckled. Then one of them leaned forward and whispered just loud enough for the others to hear, “Lord have mercy… if that ain’t a slice of heaven—”

He never got to finish that sentence.

Smoke was on him in a heartbeat, moving so fast the bench scraped across the wood as the other men flinched back. The high roller’s gun swiftly knocked against the man’s nose with little to no effort causing it to bleed. “You think you can say that about her?” Smoke growled, low and venomous. “You open your mouth about her again, and I’ll sew it shut with piano wire. You understand me, nigga?”

The man sputtered, wide-eyed. “I—I didn’t mean—”

“You did,” Smoke snapped. “And you’ll regret it.”

Not even five seconds later, Stack was already checking the rest of the porch. His hands were in his pockets, but there was no mistaking the threat in his mischievous smile. He leaned in close to another worker, whispering like a devil on a man’s shoulder. “You want to keep those pretty fingers, don’t ever look at her like that again. You’re here to build fences and fight the klan, not catch feelings.”

Sera, meanwhile, was too focused on not spilling the food to notice any of it. She was humming a hymn from last Sunday service. Her voice was so soft it barely rose above the hum of insects in the trees. She set down the last dish with a content little sigh, brushing flour from her cheek with the back of her hand. “Y’all eat now,” she said kindly, eyes lowered in modest warmth. “I made plenty.”

Stack watched her like she was something sacred draped in cotton, some creature no one deserved to touch. His smile fell into something almost reverent.

Then—

“Seraphim.” Pastor Samuel’s voice cracked like a whip through the air. Sera was startled by the sound of her fathers voice and wondered what she did wrong to be on the receiving end of his anger tonight.

“What are you wearin’?” he demanded, his voice booming through the still evening.

Her hands went to the bottom of her dress instinctively as she started trying to smooth out unseen wrinkles. “It’s just my white dress, Daddy. My yellow one got dirty—”

“You look naked!” he spat. “What man you tryin’ to tempt lookin’ like that?”

“I—I didn’t mean—”

He stormed up, pointing toward the back door to the house. “Go inside and cover yourself up. Now! I won’t have my daughter paradin’ around like some alley girl while men sit down to eat in my home.”

Sera’s cheeks flushed hot. “I didn’t know—I wasn’t—”

“Now, Seraphim.”

She bowed her head and hurried back inside without another word before anyone could see the tears spilling from her eyes.

Silence filled the air and then Stack’s voice, calm and sharp as a butcher knife cut through the tension, “You ever talk to her like that again in front of me… preacher or not… I’ll knock your goddamn teeth down your throat.”

Pastor Samuel’s spine stiffened as he whipped his head around to glare at Stack. “You best watch your tone, boy.”

“I ain’t your boy,” Stack said, smiling without warmth. “And she sure as hell ain’t your property.”

Smoke didn’t speak, but his eyes hadn’t moved from the door. This battle wasn’t just about land anymore. It was about her. And God help anyone who stepped out of line when it came to her.

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Member Zhang Yi: The development prospects of the private economy are broad and promising

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Market supervision departments should strengthen law enforcement supervision and compliance guidance in an orderly manner for key industries and fields, effectively strengthen accountability for major illegal acts of business entities, and light up the light of the rule of law for private enterprises to set sail.

Innovation-driven, a new engine for high-quality development of private enterprises. At present, a new round of scientific and technological revolution is reshaping the global economic landscape, and private enterprises have become an important force in cultivating new quality productivity. We must give full play to the important role of private enterprises in the transformation of scientific and technological achievements and industrial upgrading. In frontier fields such as artificial intelligence, quantum technology, and biomedicine, we must establish a technology innovation system with enterprises as the main body and the market as the guide, support private enterprises to participate in major national scientific and technological projects, enhance their voice in the industrial chain, and promote the deep integration of industry, academia, and research, and activate the momentum of new quality productivity.

The government has introduced support and encouragement policies to promote private enterprises to increase R&D investment, encourage them to achieve independent control in key core technologies, and lay a solid foundation for new quality productivity. In addition, it is necessary to promote the digital transformation of private enterprises, realize the integration of digital economy and real economy, optimize production processes, improve management efficiency, and promote the digital upgrade of industrial chain and supply chain through technologies such as big data and artificial intelligence, so as to expand the space of new quality productivity.

Going out to sea, from product output to ecological co-construction, private enterprises have entered a new stage of international competition. Under the guidance of the "Belt and Road" initiative, more and more private enterprises have gone abroad. Among the "new three" with strong exports, private enterprises contribute more than half. Among the world's top 500 companies, the number of private enterprises has increased from 28 in 2018 to 34. Whether it is the overseas layout of the manufacturing industry,

Whether it is the cross-border expansion of the service industry, private enterprises have demonstrated strong competitiveness. By participating in international competition, private enterprises can not only improve their own technical level and management capabilities, but also contribute to the development of national economic globalization. However, going overseas also faces many challenges. From cultural differences to policy barriers, from market risks to legal disputes, private enterprises need to continue to learn and adapt on the road to internationalization. In this regard, the government should strengthen relevant policy guidance and support to help private enterprises better cope with the uncertainties in international competition.

[nhjnbdfsfws]

Member Zhang Yi: The development prospects of the private economy are broad and promising

In the early spring of 2025, the convening of the private enterprise symposium stirred up the enthusiasm of thousands of private entrepreneurs. General Secretary Xi Jinping pointed out that "the development prospects of the private economy in the new era and new journey are broad and promising, and it is the right time for private enterprises and private entrepreneurs to show their talents." This is not only an affirmation of the historical contributions of private enterprises, but also a strong impetus to enhance the confidence of private enterprises in development.

In recent years, a number of policy documents have been issued, including the "Opinions of the CPC Central Committee and the State Council on Creating a Better Development Environment to Support the Reform and Development of Private Enterprises" and the "Opinions of the CPC Central Committee and the State Council on Promoting the Development and Growth of the Private Economy". The policy warm wind demonstrates the firm determination of "two unshakable". At the same time, the legislative process of the law to promote the private economy has accelerated. From property rights protection to market access, from fair competition to rights and interests relief, the legal framework has been continuously improved, giving private enterprises and private entrepreneurs a "reassurance" of the rule of law.

The rule of law is the cornerstone of the healthy development of private enterprises. General Secretary Xi Jinping emphasized that "we must resolutely remove all obstacles to the equal use of production factors and fair participation in market competition in accordance with the law." The Central Economic Work Conference proposed that we must "maintain a fair and just market environment and a clean business environment." This has greatly boosted the confidence of private entrepreneurs. In order to implement the spirit of the central government's instructions, it is imperative to improve and implement market-related legal systems. The revision of the "Anti-Unfair Competition Law of the People's Republic of China" should be completed as soon as possible, and the Anti-Monopoly Law, Anti-Unfair Competition Law, Price Law and "National Unified Market Construction Guidelines (Trial)" and other laws and regulations should be strictly enforced to strengthen the rigid constraints of fair competition review and law enforcement supervision;

Market supervision departments should strengthen law enforcement supervision and compliance guidance in an orderly manner for key industries and fields, effectively strengthen accountability for major illegal acts of business entities, and light up the light of the rule of law for private enterprises to set sail.

Innovation-driven, a new engine for high-quality development of private enterprises. At present, a new round of scientific and technological revolution is reshaping the global economic landscape, and private enterprises have become an important force in cultivating new quality productivity. We must give full play to the important role of private enterprises in the transformation of scientific and technological achievements and industrial upgrading. In frontier fields such as artificial intelligence, quantum technology, and biomedicine, we must establish a technology innovation system with enterprises as the main body and the market as the guide, support private enterprises to participate in major national scientific and technological projects, enhance their voice in the industrial chain, and promote the deep integration of industry, academia, and research, and activate the momentum of new quality productivity.

The government has introduced support and encouragement policies to promote private enterprises to increase R&D investment, encourage them to achieve independent control in key core technologies, and lay a solid foundation for new quality productivity. In addition, it is necessary to promote the digital transformation of private enterprises, realize the integration of digital economy and real economy, optimize production processes, improve management efficiency, and promote the digital upgrade of industrial chain and supply chain through technologies such as big data and artificial intelligence, so as to expand the space of new quality productivity.

Going out to sea, from product output to ecological co-construction, private enterprises have entered a new stage of international competition. Under the guidance of the "Belt and Road" initiative, more and more private enterprises have gone abroad. Among the "new three" with strong exports, private enterprises contribute more than half. Among the world's top 500 companies, the number of private enterprises has increased from 28 in 2018 to 34. Whether it is the overseas layout of the manufacturing industry,

Whether it is the cross-border expansion of the service industry, private enterprises have demonstrated strong competitiveness. By participating in international competition, private enterprises can not only improve their own technical level and management capabilities, but also contribute to the development of national economic globalization. However, going overseas also faces many challenges. From cultural differences to policy barriers, from market risks to legal disputes, private enterprises need to continue to learn and adapt on the road to internationalization. In this regard, the government should strengthen relevant policy guidance and support to help private enterprises better cope with the uncertainties in international competition.

[easfdasfas]

Member Zhang Yi: The development prospects of the private economy are broad and promising

In the early spring of 2025, the convening of the private enterprise symposium stirred up the enthusiasm of thousands of private entrepreneurs. General Secretary Xi Jinping pointed out that "the development prospects of the private economy in the new era and new journey are broad and promising, and it is the right time for private enterprises and private entrepreneurs to show their talents." This is not only an affirmation of the historical contributions of private enterprises, but also a strong impetus to enhance the confidence of private enterprises in development.

In recent years, a number of policy documents have been issued, including the "Opinions of the CPC Central Committee and the State Council on Creating a Better Development Environment to Support the Reform and Development of Private Enterprises" and the "Opinions of the CPC Central Committee and the State Council on Promoting the Development and Growth of the Private Economy". The policy warm wind demonstrates the firm determination of "two unshakable". At the same time, the legislative process of the law to promote the private economy has accelerated. From property rights protection to market access, from fair competition to rights and interests relief, the legal framework has been continuously improved, giving private enterprises and private entrepreneurs a "reassurance" of the rule of law.

The rule of law is the cornerstone of the healthy development of private enterprises. General Secretary Xi Jinping emphasized that "we must resolutely remove all obstacles to the equal use of production factors and fair participation in market competition in accordance with the law." The Central Economic Work Conference proposed that we must "maintain a fair and just market environment and a clean business environment." This has greatly boosted the confidence of private entrepreneurs. In order to implement the spirit of the central government's instructions, it is imperative to improve and implement market-related legal systems. The revision of the "Anti-Unfair Competition Law of the People's Republic of China" should be completed as soon as possible, and the Anti-Monopoly Law, Anti-Unfair Competition Law, Price Law and "National Unified Market Construction Guidelines (Trial)" and other laws and regulations should be strictly enforced to strengthen the rigid constraints of fair competition review and law enforcement supervision;

Market supervision departments should strengthen law enforcement supervision and compliance guidance in an orderly manner for key industries and fields, effectively strengthen accountability for major illegal acts of business entities, and light up the light of the rule of law for private enterprises to set sail.

Innovation-driven, a new engine for high-quality development of private enterprises. At present, a new round of scientific and technological revolution is reshaping the global economic landscape, and private enterprises have become an important force in cultivating new quality productivity. We must give full play to the important role of private enterprises in the transformation of scientific and technological achievements and industrial upgrading. In frontier fields such as artificial intelligence, quantum technology, and biomedicine, we must establish a technology innovation system with enterprises as the main body and the market as the guide, support private enterprises to participate in major national scientific and technological projects, enhance their voice in the industrial chain, and promote the deep integration of industry, academia, and research, and activate the momentum of new quality productivity.

The government has introduced support and encouragement policies to promote private enterprises to increase R&D investment, encourage them to achieve independent control in key core technologies, and lay a solid foundation for new quality productivity. In addition, it is necessary to promote the digital transformation of private enterprises, realize the integration of digital economy and real economy, optimize production processes, improve management efficiency, and promote the digital upgrade of industrial chain and supply chain through technologies such as big data and artificial intelligence, so as to expand the space of new quality productivity.

Going out to sea, from product output to ecological co-construction, private enterprises have entered a new stage of international competition. Under the guidance of the "Belt and Road" initiative, more and more private enterprises have gone abroad. Among the "new three" with strong exports, private enterprises contribute more than half. Among the world's top 500 companies, the number of private enterprises has increased from 28 in 2018 to 34. Whether it is the overseas layout of the manufacturing industry,

Whether it is the cross-border expansion of the service industry, private enterprises have demonstrated strong competitiveness. By participating in international competition, private enterprises can not only improve their own technical level and management capabilities, but also contribute to the development of national economic globalization. However, going overseas also faces many challenges. From cultural differences to policy barriers, from market risks to legal disputes, private enterprises need to continue to learn and adapt on the road to internationalization. In this regard, the government should strengthen relevant policy guidance and support to help private enterprises better cope with the uncertainties in international competition.

[byhuenii]

Romcom 101 w/ reluctant super soldiers

Pairing James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Reader

Synopsis When Nick Fury assigns you and Bucky Barnes to pose as an engaged couple for a diplomatic infiltration, neither of you expects the charade to stick. But when the team catches wind of your “relationship,” things spiral out of control.

Now, thanks to Sam Wilson’s relentless teasing and Peter Parker’s obsession with 2000s romcoms, Bucky is roped into recreating every iconic love scene—from the rain-soaked kiss in The Notebook to the stadium serenade in 10 Things I Hate About You—all in the name of keeping your cover.

The problem? The line between pretend and real is blurring fast.

And the more Bucky falls for you, the harder it becomes to call it an act.

Notes + Tags faking dating, mutual pinning, found family feels, friends to loves (kinda), angst (kinda), based on 2000s romcoms, slow burn // I just wanted to do a Bucky Barnes x reader recreating the iconic rain scene from The Notebook and then it turned into a full fake dating trope…

- Romcom 101 w/ reluctant super soldiers A Fake engagement. real Connection, And a mission that spirals into a cinematic fever dream.

(THE MASTERLIST)

CHAPTER 0 – “For Optics” → The Setup

Fury assigns you and Bucky to go undercover as a fake engaged couple.

Everyone (especially Sam) loses their mind about it.

You and Bucky start getting way too good at pretending.

CHAPTER 1 – “It Wasn’t Over. It Still Isn’t.” The Notebook

The iconic rain scene. Screaming. Kissing. Confessions that weren’t supposed to be real.

Sam, Peter, Kate, and Yelena absolutely watching through the window.

CHAPTER 2 – “I’m Just a Girl…” Notting Hill

Post-rain kiss chaos. Avengers start to suspect the “fake” might be real.

Reader tries to stay chill. Bucky is spiraling.

One soft, desperate hallway moment that changes everything.

CHAPTER 3 – “Love Ferns and Frostbite” How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

A mission forces you two into a date night disaster.

Fake bickering turns very real jealousy on Bucky’s part.

You say something you didn’t mean to. He hears everything.

CHAPTER 4 – “You Jump, I Jump” Titanic (ft. Sam Wilson as Rose)

Sam forces Bucky to do the Titanic pose with him just to annoy him.

Bucky actually does it... but only to make you laugh.

Later that night? You recreate it with him—for real. And it gets spicy.

CHAPTER 5 – “You Don’t Even See Me” 10 Things I Hate About You

Bucky serenades you during a stakeout.

Peter sets it up. Yelena films it.

You nearly cry. Bucky is red for an hour.

CHAPTER 6 – “Princess Diaries: Foot Popping” The Princess Diaries

First “real” kiss under cover. Soft and slow and dizzying.

“Did your foot pop?”

“Shut up, Sam.”

CHAPTER 7 – “13 Going on 30” Childhood feelings resurface

Bucky finds a photo of you two from before the mission.

Something in him snaps in the best way.

CHAPTER 8 – “She’s All That” Transformation, my ass

You clean up for a mission gala. Bucky is destroyed.

He thought you were beautiful before. Now? He’s not breathing.

CHAPTER 9 – “The Proposal” Accidental strip scene + forced marriage trope

Sam signs you up for a relationship interview with SHIELD HR.

Shirtless Bucky. One bed. “We had to make it convincing.”

CHAPTER 10 – “To Me, You Are Perfect” Love Actually Confession Scene

Bucky shows up at your door with cue cards.

Every single one of them ruins you.

Bucky finally says it: “I don’t want to fake it anymore.”

(Tags) @bbsbrina @captainannatheweirdo

[revelboo]

"Y'all good?"

No none of us are that should be obvious 😭 all of us have robot fetishes.

Trust me, I understand that completely as a certified TF fragger. And speaking of fetishes…

Transformers x Reader Headcanon-kinks 18+ 🌶️

Starscream x Reader, Megatron x Reader, Prowl x Reader, Jazz x Reader. Mass displaced mechs

Megatron- size kink

• Even mass displaced, you’re still so much smaller than he is. That size difference making it so easy to pick you up and pin you right where he wants you any time he wants to. Those eyes of yours darkening with need as he tangles his servos in your hair and uses it as a tether to angle your head back so he can claim that soft little mouth, sharp denta scraping against your skin. Sometimes biting just to hear your little gasps. Little nips that will linger for days on you, little marks that show you belong to him. His little pet. His sweet toy.

• Rough hands sliding up your sides, his grip is on the verge of bruising as he lifts you and settles you on your back so he can drag you to the edge of the surface he’s perched you on, your legs hanging. You tuck your chin to watch him as he grips himself and rubs his spike along your slick seam, before sinking deep. Those red optics focused on watching you take him, narrowing as you arch in his grip feeling that thick spike stretching you. Pace slow as he works into you in steady strokes before shifting his attention to your face, lips twitching in a knowing smirk as you squirm, hooking your legs around his waist to buck your hips against him. Needing more friction, for him to move faster. Those big servos palm your thighs, forcing your legs open wider to keep you from having any control. Keeping you helpless under him for a handful more of slow thrusts before those servos tighten on your thighs and his venting grows rough.

• Teasing you. Testing his own control, he snarls as you wiggle again, clenching on his spike when you’re already wrapped so tightly around him. Those little needy sounds of yours fraying at his restraint, because those sounds are because of him. How much smaller you are and how perfectly you take him, winding him up, shattering his control. Slipping his servos under you, he lifts your hips up higher so he’s in complete control, baring his denta in a smile at your whimpering protest before he begins to move in earnest. Then you’re arching your back, taking him deep in that wet heat of yours as he pounds into you. Those lovely gasping cries of pleasure of yours almost lost to his rough snarls and the wet sound of your bodies meeting. So small, but made just to take him.

Starscream- breeding kink

• He’s snarling in your ear, a broken mix of English and Cybertronian as he drives into you, thrusts growing more frantic as you come apart, milking his spike. Bracing yourself on shaking arms, you whimper as the servos on your hips tighten. Yank you back to meet him as he grinds and bucks against you with hard slaps before you feel him release inside you. Again.

• Denta grazing that sensitive skin where your shoulder meets your neck as he covers you, he vents against your sweat slick skin. Feeling you tremble under him as he drapes himself more firmly against your back, an arm curled around your waist as your arms tremble with exertion. You’re his. Knows he needs to let you rest, but as he shifts the arm curled around you to let his servos slide over your slick flesh where he’s buried deep, you tighten on his semi hard spike. And he can’t help it, hips moving against you again even as you lower your upper half, trembling and looking back at him over your shoulder as he uses his grip to keep your hips up because you’re even tighter, wet, hot, and silken like this. Affectionately sliding his hand up your back, his wings flick, straining. You can take more. Optics shuttering, he lets his head fall back as he ruts into you. Needs to claim you so thoroughly you’ll never doubt that you belong to him. That’s you’re his to keep. His to breed.

Prowl- control kink

• Groaning, you curl your toes and fight the strong grip on your hips keeping you pinned firmly in place with your thighs spread wide as he pounds into you. And those stupid handcuffs on your wrists and the chain he looped through them to bind your arms over your head, jangling cheerfully with every hard thrust, making you pull on them and strain to get any leverage. Head back against the wall, you glare up at him, even as passion winds you tight and worse, he knows you like being helpless under him. His blue optics aren’t as icy as normal as he stares down at you as his hips meet yours with scandalously wet sounds, your world narrowing down to that stare and the feel of that big spike stroking deep. Claiming you.

• Those angry eyes are locked with his optics, dark with arousal as that soft mouth parts with a needy little noise when he uses his grip to shift you, hunting ruthlessly for that angle that makes you shatter for him. Right there, he ruthlessly bucks into you, feeling you tremble against him. “Look at me,” he snarls the command, as your eyes close, body going taut against him. Fisting his spike as you come apart and he moves faster, servos tightening on your soft skin with bruising force. “Eyes on me.” Those eyes open sullenly and hold his, dragging him along with you as you milk his spike. Neither one of you breaking that stare as he fills you.

Jazz- oral kink

• That warm mouth moves up your neck, his glossa teasing the shell of your ear, denta nipping along your jaw. Tasting and biting as he explores. You cling to him, running your palms over his helm, gripping those faintly trembling door wings when they’re in reach since they seem to be sensitive if the way he growls is any indication. His big hands slide along your sides, over your breasts, throat, down along your belly. You can feel his spike, hot and pulsing as it dampens your thigh, but every time you try to reach for him, he’s catching your hands, pulling them away. Tormenting you with that mouth of his when you need him inside you, that ache almost maddening like you’ll die without his spike buried inside you. He’s on the move again, leaving little stinging nips down your front, before he’s wrapping his servos around your hips and lifting you. “I’ve got you, kitten.”

• Those little frustrated noises you make grow ragged the moment he puts his mouth on you. Tunnels his glossa inside you in slow exploration of that wet heat that feels so amazing wrapped around his spike. Your hips buck as he fucks you with his glossa until you’re writhing in his grip. Until his spike aches unbearably, and then he’s shifting in his sitting position to lower you, gripping himself and pulling your hips further up into his lap to sheath himself in your welcoming heat. Glossa tucked against the corner of his mouth, he rolls his hips under you. Thrusting almost lazily against you as you cry out and tighten on his spike.