#I drew most of this before I saw the skins. DO NOT SEND ME SKIN SPOILERS FTR!!

[prisonguards]

this is how it went, yeah?

[itsmealaiah]

Come over later

a/n: first carl smut, kind of nervous.

tags/ warnings: p in v, cursing, making out, begging, usual smut features.

MDNI ⚠️

Your POV:

"Hey, Y/N. How's it going?" Carl asked as he leaned against the locker beside mine, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I couldn't help but smile back. We'd been friends for years, and even though he could be a total pain sometimes, there was something about him that just drew me in.

"Good, you?" I replied, trying to sound casual even though my heart was racing a little faster than usual.

"Oh, you know, just fantasizing about you doing your homework in my bedroom," he said with a wink, making me feel a mix of embarrassed and… weirdly turned on. I rolled my eyes and playfully hit him on the arm.

"Very funny, Gallagher. Now, can I get by my locker or what?" I teased, but he didn't let me get too far. He grabbed my wrist gently, his touch sending shivers down my spine, and pulled me closer.

"Actually, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," he said, his voice low and serious for once. "Do you want to come over to my house tonight and, you know, help me with some homework?" His expression was so sincere that for a moment, I almost believed him. Almost.

I glanced around to make sure nobody was paying attention, then leaned in closer. "I don't know, Carl… What kind of 'help' are we talking about here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he bit his lower lip before responding.

"Well, you know… maybe we could just study together… and maybe take little breaks to, you know, clear our heads or something?" He gave me his most charming smile, and my heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Oh, really?" I pretended to consider it. "Well, I guess I could always use some extra help. And who knows? Maybe I'll learn a thing or two about getting distracted from my homework." I winked back at him, and he grinned wider.

"Deal," he said, his voice a little huskier than usual.

I spent the rest of the day feeling incredibly nervous and excited in equal measure. Every time I thought about what might happen at Carl's house, my heart would race and my stomach would flutter. It wasn't like I had never been with him before, but this felt different somehow. More intense.

Finally, the bell rang for the end of the school day, and I gathered my things quickly, eager to get to Carl's house and find out what he had planned for us. I didn't even mind that it was a Friday night and I could have been out with my friends. All I could think about was seeing him again.

I arrived at his house a few minutes early, my heart pounding in my chest. He opened the door and smiled when he saw me. "Hey, Y/N. Come on in." He stepped aside to let me enter, and I walked past him into his cozy living room. He shut the door behind me and locked it, throwing me a mischievous grin.

"So," I said, trying to sound casual, even though I felt anything but. "What exactly do you need help with?"

Carl walked over to the couch and plopped down, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Oh, you know, just some math homework. But if you're not feeling up for it…" His voice trailed off suggestively, and he looked me up and down, making my skin tingle. "We could always do something else to help each other focus."

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "I guess that could be fun," I managed to say, trying to sound confident even though my heart was racing. I took a step closer to him, feeling the distance between us shrink. "So, what do you want to do first?"

He glanced up at me, his eyes darkening. "Well, we could start with a little bit of this…" He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue darting out to explore my mouth. I gasped into the kiss, my hands finding their way up to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

As our kiss deepened, I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and a shiver of desire ran down my spine. I wanted him so badly, but I also wanted to take my time and enjoy every moment. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and gazed into his eyes. "Carl…," I whispered, my voice husky with desire. "I want you."

He smiled, his eyes burning with lust. "I know you do, baby. But first, let's get you a little more comfortable." With that, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on his nightstand. The bed was unmade, the sheets tangled and rumpled. It looked like he hadn't made it in days.

Carl set me down on the edge of the bed, his hands running up my thighs, over my hips, and around my waist, pulling me closer. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered, leaning in to kiss my neck. "I've wanted this for so long."

His touch sent shivers of desire coursing through my body, and I arched my back, pressing myself against him. He groaned into my neck, his hands moving to unbutton my blouse. "God, you feel so good," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

As he slid my blouse off my shoulders, revealing my lacy black bra, I reached up to unfasten his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine. His chest was smooth and warm, and I ran my hands up and down it, reveling in the feeling of his muscles tensing beneath my touch.

He cupped my breasts through the lace, his thumbs circling my nipples, making them harden. "You're so responsive," he breathed, leaning in to kiss one of them. I moaned into his kiss, arching my back further, my hips grinding against his.

He broke the kiss, his gaze traveling down to where I was aching for him. "You're so wet for me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to be inside you."

He reached down and slowly pulled my pants and panties down my legs, tossing them aside. His erection was standing tall and hard, and I could feel the heat of him against my thigh. I reached down and took him in my hand, stroking him slowly, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin beneath my fingers.

"Fuck, that's it," he groaned, his hips bucking forward. "I want to feel you around me, baby. I want to be inside you." He leaned in and kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands moved to unfasten my bra. He pulled it off, revealing my bare breasts to the cool air of the room.

He lowered himself onto the bed beside me, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His gaze was intense, his eyes dark and heavy with desire. Without another word, he positioned himself between my legs, his hardness pressing against my wetness.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice rough with need. I nodded, my heart pounding in anticipation. He smiled, leaning forward to kiss me tenderly before guiding himself inside me. I gasped at the sensation of being filled by him, feeling the stretch of my body as he slid deeper and deeper. He paused, looking down at me with a mix of awe and lust.

"You're so tight," he breathed. "So perfect." He began to move, slowly at first, his hips thrusting in a gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, meeting his thrusts, wanting more.

As we moved together, our skin slipped against each other's, creating a delicious friction that only heightened the sensation. His hands found their way to my hips, holding me firmly as he drove into me, his pace growing faster and more urgent. I could feel the tension building inside me, the familiar tightness in my core as I neared my climax.

"Carl…," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm close…"

He groaned, his hips moving faster as he felt me begin to tighten around him. "Me too, baby. Let go. Let it out." His thrusts grew harder, more urgent, as he fought to control his own release. I could feel his sweat trickling down my back, his muscles tensing under my touch.

The room spun, the world fading away except for the feel of his skin on mine, the slide of our bodies together. I arched my back, my back muscles tensing as I cried out in ecstasy. "Carl!"

His name left my lips as my body convulsed around him, and he followed, his breath hitching as he released himself deep inside me. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, our rhythm becoming more fluid with each passing moment.

He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his expression a mix of satisfaction and awe. "You feel so good," he whispered, his fingers trailing down my stomach to my center. He began to stroke me gently, and I arched into his touch, my hips lifting off the bed in response.

"Carl," I moaned, my voice barely more than a breath. "I need you."

He kissed me again, this time more urgently, before rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I straddled his hips, feeling the hardness of him beneath me as he guided me down onto him. Our skin slid against each other, the friction almost unbearable.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense. "That's it," he breathed. "Fuck, you feel so good." His hands found their way to my hips, holding me firmly as he began to move up into me, meeting my downward thrusts. The rhythm was fast and urgent, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

As I rode him, I felt the weight of his hands on my hips, guiding me, urging me to go faster. I arched my back, moaning his name as pleasure coursed through me. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a primal reminder of the raw desire that bound us together.

His mouth found mine, his tongue tangling with mine as he drove deeper, harder. I could feel the tension building inside me again, the familiar tightening in my core. I knew I was close, so close to another release.

I moved my hips faster, lost in the sensation of being so completely connected to him. I could feel the warmth spreading between us, a testament to the intimacy we shared in this moment. His grip on my hips tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt me begin to tighten around him.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent. "cum f'me"

I arched my back, my nails digging into his shoulders as I felt the familiar tightening in my core. "Carl," I moaned, my voice ragged and pleading. He answered with a groan, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deep and powerful. I could feel the tension building inside me, ready to explode. I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him even deeper, as if I could touch his soul.

His kisses were soft and demanding, his tongue dancing with mine. The air was thick with the scent of our sweat and desire, and I felt myself growing closer and closer to the edge. His hands moved up my body, cupping my breasts, and I could feel my nipples harden against his palm.

"That's it," he murmured, his hips thrusting deep into me. "Give it to me."

I could feel the pressure building inside me, my body trembling with the effort of containing it. With one last thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his eyes locked on mine as he felt my muscles clench around him. The sensation was overwhelming, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came apart in his arms.

"Carl," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "I love you."

His answer was a groan as he followed me over the edge, his hips snapping against mine in a final, powerful thrust. He collapsed on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together.

"I love you too," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "So much."

[imaginesforeons]

Could you write itadori with reader, who is very insecure about their body

Omg yes!! My first ask, I'm so hyped.

Yuji and a Reader who is insecure about their body

~You have doubts. Yuji doesn't~

CW: Reader is insecure about their body.

Word Count: 664

Yuji is aged up in this, somewhere in his 20s.

Reqs are OPEN! Send me an ask with your ideas. You can see what fandoms I write pinned on my page.

Buy me a coffee?

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Bodies were strange. They came in so many different shapes and sizes, endless shades of skin and hair and eyes, creating something so unique that no person looked quite the same. Sometimes… sometimes these traits combined perfectly, creating perfect people.

“Babe?”

From your place in front of the mirror, you jumped, squeaking. Whirling around, you saw Yuji, standing outlined in the doorway.

“Hey, Yuji,” you said, mustering up a smile. You took a step back from the mirror, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Speaking of perfect people, you thought, eyeing Yuji up and down, your boyfriend was one of the best. Born with a genetic jackpot, Yuji was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. While he was thinner and gangly in his teen years, at least from the pictures he had shown you, his twenties had done him well, filling him out until he was perfectly proportoined. His cheekbones were sharp, face model-worthy, and when he smiled he caught the attention of everyone in the room. There was no other way to describe it; Yuji was stunning, and you… well, you weren’t.

Yuji drew closer, taking in the drawn curtains, the dimmed lights. The mirror. “What’s up?” he asked, eyes tracking over your body.

You grimaced. While you adored Yuji, there was always another emotion hidden deep underneath your love. Something was waiting for the other shoe to drop, because for as long as you had been with him you couldn’t figure out why he’d give the time of day to someone like you. Compared to Yuji, you were subpar.

“I was just-” you tried to come up with an explanation, something that would dull the curious look in his eyes, but your mind fell flat. “I was looking,” you finished lamely.

Yuji only hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in to kiss your temple. You slowly turned around til your back was pressed against him and you were facing the mirror again. Yuji hooked his chin over your shoulder, watching both your figures in the mirror.

You were watching too.

With the both of you reflected in the mirror, your previous thoughts were only brought to light. Yuji was beautiful, and next to him you were like the ugly duckling. You folded your arms across your chest, if only to hide a little more of yourself. Maybe Yuji wouldn’t notice.

Right when you were ready to squirm out from his hold, Yuji spoke up.

“Ya know,” he mused. “I think we make a pretty cute couple.”

It took your brain a moment to catch up, but when it did, you blinked. “Really?” you asked, craning your head up to try to catch his eye.

Yuji nodded. “Of course! I mean, you’re definitely better than me when it comes to the looks department, but I think I’m pretty close.”

“Oh.” To your horror, you felt your throat tighten, and tears started to well in your eyes. Before they could fall, you turned and buried your face in Yuji’s chest, but it was too late. Yuji had seen your eyes well up in the mirror.

“Babe?” Yuji sounded panicked. “What’s wrong?”

Sniffling, you nuzzled deeper into his chest. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“Oh, baby,” Yuji said. “Of course I do. I think you’re perfect.”

Your throat caught on a sob, and Yuji shushed you gently. He started to run his hands down your back, over your hips, up your arms. He whispered sweet nothings in your ears, while in-between he pressed kisses on top of your head and brow. He cradled you in his arms, guiding you towards the bed where the two of you layed down together, your head on his chest. He ran a hand carefully up and down your spine, still talking all the while.

You held on to him tightly, fisting your hands into his shirt. “Thank you, Yuji,” you whispered. It was too quiet for anyone but the two of you to hear.

[blue-sadie]

I love your neteyam x goddess oneshot but can I please ask for God neteyam x offering reader where each month he gets offered a woman but he's never interested intill she's offered and there's smut involved 🙏

Offering To The Gods

God Neteyam x Offering Reader

Summary: neteyam god of predator and prey is not easily pleased by most but you all you have to do is beg

Warning: begging, tsireya is not the chiefs daughter in this, aged up characters Outfit

Yn/3rd person pov

It was always seen as a blessing to be chosen for an offering for the gods but it wasn't it's was sickening to you and to some of the other girls here.

Each offering they would dress up in the littlest amount of clothing and send her into the woods and wait to receive a sigh from which ever god took her.

The village has received many gifts from the gods all except one, neteyam god of animals predators and pray he was not an easy one to please.

Each one of the girls bragged that they would be the one to be picked by him but in some cases they weren't picked at all and lift for dead in the woods.

The village was bustling in preparation for tomorrow's offering most families showing off their daughters and their 'beauty'.

"Who do you think is tomorrow offering is" my friend tsireya murmured as she stuck to my side as we weaved through the crowd.

"I really don't care I think I'm gonna skip the festival anyway" I said glancing at her we made our way to our usual spot that we always sit in when they announce the poor unfortunate soul.

Our spot was on top of a small shed close to the podium so we can see the families reaction when they know that they'll never see their daughter again.

"Its kinda sad really" I paused taking a bit of my apple "they brag about their daughter but when their chosen they think it's the end of the world".

We both laughed and watched as all the villagers crowded around the podium wanting to be first in line "look there's fra'na" tsireya laughed.

She was the bitches of them all saying how she is gonna be the only one to be chosen by neteyam and how all of us would be left for dead.

"This months offering is" the announcer paused as she drew out a name and gasped as she saw the name, the people beside her peaked and their eyes widened.

"Its the chiefs daughter" I muttered taking another bite of my apple "t-this months offering is yn" my choked on my apple coughing historically.

"What" I choked out falling off the roof as people in the crowd looked shocked everyone knew of my opinions and didn't even know if I would go.

"My daughter excepts" my mom called out making me look at her like she was a mad woman "what" I yelled.

She then grabbed and dragged me back to our family's hut praising me and telling me what needs to be done.

She pushed me into the bathroom locking the door "make sure you wash everywhere and wash your hair nicely" she shouted through the door.

I sighed heavily and got into the steaming water in the bath groaning as the water relaxed my muscles.

I leaned my head back against the tub slowly closing my eyes but when I did flashes of neteyam ran through my mind but they weren't of his statutes or stories.

He was shirtless and breathing heavily his hands running all over his body his face covered in a light blush.

"Yn" he groaned I jerked out of the daze as he eyes met mine, my chest heaving I shook my head angrily I can't let this get to me.

I started scrubbing my skin and washing my hair, only getting out the water when it was about to turn cold.

I dried my skin and put my hair up into a bun before putting my clothes on "are you done in there sweetheart" my mom called "yes mom I'm done" I huffed.

She opened the door to expose her and 4 of her friends holding different bowls and other weird things "no" I muttered shaking my head.

But she ignored my protests and dragged me to a chair and her and her friends got right to work on 'pretting' me up.

One of her friend applied a face mask, another one did my hair brushing it intently and two of them painted symbols to my skin.

"This is what you are wearing" my mom smiled but my jaw immediately dropped "no ways in hell am I wearing that it's not even clothes" I shouted out.

She gave me a death glare "you are and that's final" she muttered.

"This is what most girls wear" one of her friends pointed out "hey do you remember eir'a she wasn't wearing anything" another laughed.

They continued to tell stories till sunset and hesitantly said giving me one last look before they left.

Mom smiled widely giving me the creeps "I still don’t see how they still allow this stupid tradition" I muttered walking up to my room and shutting the door with annoyance.

I flung myself onto the bed and stared up at my ceiling 'tomorrow is gonna be torture' my village was one of the small few that still participated in the tradition.

And didn't take any of it lightly, tomorrow I will be offered at dawn and I can't see anyone outside my immediate family not even tsireya.

But as I started to drift off to sleep I was thinking up a plan to escape.

-Next day-

I woke up early and started putting my plan into action, I put on the excuse of clothing and put my hair into a bun hiding a small carving knife inside.

"Once I get inside I'll carve a spear and pray like he'll i can make it out the other side" I explained to myself making sure that the knife is not visible.

"Ok my sweet time to go" she smiled and led me out the house to the edge of the village "please tell me your not planning anything" she asked as we neared her family.

"Nope nothing" I lied smiling and giving my family a small wave "aw you grow up so fast" my aunt cries giving both my cheeks a kiss.

My uncle pulled me into a hug "remember what I taught you" he whispered and that was it for the goodbyes.

"Remember me will you" mom murmured as she squished my cheeks together "sure I will mom" I gave her a half smile and turned to the forest.

I took a deep breath giving one final glance to my family before walking into the jungle, this part everyone said it's a game for the gods.

Kind of like whoever hunts her down first gets to keep her but the offering also has to survive the predators of the jungle.

As soon as I was beyond view I took the carving knife out and started making a spear to protect myself before I go further into the jungle.

I grasped the spear tightly and carefully started to move in no one has ever returned to the village people just know some die because of their screams.

"I can do this" I muttered and started sprinting I had to get to the other side before nightfall or at least find a spot for a camp.

The forest was quiet no other sounds other then the floor crunching under my feet as I ran I kept my breathing slow so I didn't run out of breathe so quickly.

Keeping my gaze ahead "look at her" I fell panicking as I looked around my surroundings where was that coming from.

"They always do that" the voice laughed, I just shook off the shock and took off running again "they never do that though".

The voices seemed to follow wherever I go and I try to not look back 'it's probably a trick' it was soon becoming dark and there was no place to make camp.

'A tree will have to do' I sighed coming to the nearest tree slipping the spear through the skirt gaps so i won't lose it making sure it was secure.

Started climbing up "look she's a monkey" "will you shut up" I shouted climbing higher and higher in till I was 30 meters up.

Shifting on the branch to find a comfy spot "make sure you don't fall" the voice called out from down below making me roll my eyes.

My kept shifting uncomfortably the jewels making it impossible to sleep "maybe I should continue running" I whispered and slowly made sure I didn't make a noise as I climbed down.

"I'm surprised you made it this far" I screamed jerking towards the voice my eyes widening at the sight of neteyam.

I tried to speak but all that I could get out where squeaks "your actually the only one that gets this far all the others just sit by the river and gaze at their completion" he chuckled.

"And your the only one to make a weapon" he gestured to the spear on my back I looked to the side do I really want this or make a run for it.

"There is no end to the jungle" he said stepping closer and with each step closer I took one back till I was pressed up against the tree.

"I'm not gonna hurt you yn" he whispered staring deeply to my eyes "h-how do you know my name" I stuttered out making him laugh and shake his head.

"I'll explain it all to you if you take my hand" he murmured putting out his hand for me to take, I bit my looking looking between him and his hand and hesitately took it closing my eyes.

I felt the wind blow around me and like a zap it disappeared "you can open your eyes now" he chuckled, I slowly opened my eyes which flattered to adjust to the light.

I gasped we weren't in the forest anymore but a gold palace filled with different animals "wow" I stood in aww watching as different parrots flew from the ceiling out the window.

"This is my home, now come we have much to discuss" he beamed and gently started to lead me through the palace.

"This is our bedroom" he smiled pushing open the double doors I paused as he walked inside making him let go of my hand which made him turn to me.

"Our bedroom" I asked he gestured for me to follow him but I just shook my head looking down at the floor.

"I know that you hate this tradition but I'm not gonna try anything I hardly sleep in this room anyways" he murmured taking ahold of my hand again.

"Now please let me explain this to you" he said and when I slowly nodded he took me inside the room it was like a jungle inside it looks like we were teleported back.

There was trees that had cabinets carved out and the bed was hanging from the ceiling over a small circlure pond.

"Here we go" he smiled leading me over to a small table and chairs "now can you please explain" I said sitting down and watching him as he sat opposite me.

"You believe in soulmates right" he questioned "to some extent yes" "well the reason for a god chosing an offering because she is his soulmate".

I did not believe that for one second, I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms "yn the reason I said our room is because you've been here before" he muttered.

My throat felt dry after he said that "what" I choked "yn the only reasons god pick their offerings is because it's their soulmate reincarnated".

My mind started to fill with thoughts "every time your offered you always hide a carving knife and plan to escape the other side" he said getting up from his chair coming to stand infront of me.

"You always hate this tradition and your always friends with tsireya" he whispered kneeling infront of me "d-does that means she's a gods soulmate to" I ask.

He noded "my brothers" he gently grabbed both of my hands "no matter how many times you come back to me I always find a new way to love you".

My heart flattered at his words and my heart started to feel a longing for his "can we please take this slow and steady" I murmured He nodded eagerly "I'll wait an enternity".

-A month later-

I started to become more comfortable around him and slowly started to let him sleep in the bed with me he was patient every step of the way.

"Good morning my love" he rasped as he pecked my cheek as he cuddled into me further I was wide awake biting my lip.

I wanted him I don't know why I felt like this but I needed him "what's wrong" he asked and carefully turned me towards him my eyes glancing between his and his lips.

"I-I wanna kiss you" I admitted "I wanna- no I want you" I blurted out making him groan out but not in annoyance it sounded like pleasure.

He chuckled "then all you have to do is beg" he murmured making a deep blush settle on my cheeks "w-what" I stuttered he took my chin into his two fingers and brought my face closer to his.

"Beg" he muttered my eyes flattered "I u-um please can you take me" I whispered "louder I can't hear you" he teased "fuck please just I need you" I pleaded.

"Then you can take me baby" he growled and brought his hand to caress my cheek and pull me into a kiss.

His tongue ran over my bottom lip before making it way inside my mouth twisting around mine my moans were muffled by his lips as he slowly moved me on top of him.

"Wait wait" he pulled back and stared at me intently "are you ready" he asked "y-yes" I whispered nervously "I need you to be 100% yn no 59 70 I need you 100%" he muttered.

I smiled down at him he's so caring I brushed his cheek with my hand "I'm a 100% neteyam" I murmured and gasped as he switched our position so he was on top.

"I was hoping you said that" he growled before attaching his lips to my neck sucking harshly surely leaving a mark.

I whined as his hands tore off my clothes and his leaving us bare he pulled back his eyes slowly dragging down my body.

"You never disappoint" he growls out moving his lips to my breasts "f-fuck neteyam" I moaned I looked down past his head and gaped at his cock as it twitched and sparkled with precum.

"Please just fuck me neteyam" I begged his eyes snapped to mine as he pulled back "whatever my goddess needs" he grins and he positioned himself infront of my entrance.

Kissing me as he slowly pushed in, I groaned at the pain but he quietly shushed me and praised me making my heart flatter.

After I adjusted he slowly started to move and watched my reactions very carefully to make sure he didn't hurt me.

My moans of pain started to turn into one's of pleasure and his thrusts start to slowly increase in pace.

"Y-your so tight" neteyam growled out his cock filled every inch of me, he slowly let one of his hands slip down between us to rub my clit matching the pace of his thrusts.

"Fu-fuck" I cried out in pleasure as I felt myself close to cumming, neteyam growled as I clenched around him his cock starting to twitch inside me.

"I'm gonna fill you with my cum" he growled into my ear making my eyes roll, all the pleasure he was giving me was becoming overwhelming "c-cumming" I screamed out as I shuddered in pleasure.

"Yn" he groaned his thrusts started to fulter as he cam, we both panted and whined as we started coming down from our high.

"We are differently doing that again"

[mellowsadistic]

Couples Therapy - Part 2

Angela spent most of the afternoon watching cartoons. She’d been insulted when Eric had sat her in front of the television and put on a little kids’ channel for her, but she’d barely managed to start complaining before the bright colours of the show drew her in. Even if it was a silly plot about a little baby bear leaning to be good for her Daddy, it was actually quite fun to watch.

Later, she made a bit of a mess at dinner, and Eric needed to wipe her mouth clean for her and send her off to change her top. He’d even joked about getting her a bib. Angela had giggled, but really she’d been a bit scared. She didn’t want to wear a bib like a baby, and she didn’t know why she’d had such a hard time getting her food in her mouth like a big girl.

But it wasn’t until she was getting ready for bed that evening that Angela really started to get upset, when she walked into their bedroom and saw the large disposable diaper waiting for her on the bed. She froze immediately at the sight of it. Even though she knew she wore them every night (didn’t she?), there was something about seeing it this time that was different. “I can’t… I don’t want to… I’m not wearing that.”

“Sweetheart,” said Eric, like he was explaining something very simple to someone stupid. “You have to wear your nappy otherwise you’ll make a big mess. You’ll go pee-pee all over the sheets, darling, just like you do every night, and I don’t want to have to wake up in wet sheets.”

Angela blushed. She felt utterly pathetic.

“But it’s okay, baby,” Eric cooed, and Angela felt butterflies fluttering in her tummy at the gentle tone of his voice. “I still think you’re adorable, even with a yucky wet diaper on. I don’t care that you’re not fully potty trained at night, sweetie.”

Angela’s face went even redder, but at the same time a pleasant tingle ran down her spine. Lucky girl. She was a lucky girl to have Eric. She held out her arms hopefully, and he responded by pulling her in for a big cuddle. His hand reached down to cup her bottom possessively.

Angela felt dizzy, she felt drunk, and she didn’t even resist as Eric stripped off all of her clothes and laid her gently down on the bed, with her bare bottom planted right on the seat of the bulky adult nappy. ‘Good girl,” he crooned as he sprinkled her nether regions with baby powder and patted it into her skin. “That’s a good girl.” He taped her diaper tightly around her waist, and pulled her back to her feet. She stood there awkwardly, her legs spread apart by the thickness of her nappy, shifting from foot to foot. Eric started to undress as well, down to his boxer shorts. But he didn’t have any babyish underwear to change into because he was a grown-up.

Angela was about to get into bed when she realised she hadn’t put a top on. Did she usually go to bed topless? She looked down at her large bare breasts and felt a bizarre urge to start jiggling them, to start bouncing them up and down. She giggled. She was such a silly girl!

“What are you giggling at, sweetie?” her husband asked, smiling.

“Nufing!” Angela blushed and shook her head. “I mean, nothing.” She was just being dumb. She was being a silly girl. She couldn’t tell him she’d been thinking about bouncing her boobies – that would be so embarrassing! It definitely wasn’t something that a big girl would do. But then it wasn’t something a little girl would do either, was it? Because they didn’t even have boobies! Angela screwed up her face in concentration.

Eric laughed. “Silly girl! Are you trying to do thinkies? It’s bedtime, sweetie. Time to turn that sweet little brain off.”

Angela scowled. Eric knew she hated being talked down to. She stuck out her bottom lip and stomped her foot to show him how angry she was. “Don’t patwonise me!” she whined.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, but there was something about his eyes that made Angela feel like he was still laughing at her. She got into bed grumpily, her tits jiggling and her diaper crinkling loudly. Eric got into bed next to her and immediately pressed himself right up against her body, reaching round to grab one of her boobs so tightly that she winced. She almost moved away instinctively. Weren’t they fighting about something? Weren’t they angry with each other for some reason? But then she remembered that good girls didn’t do that. Good girls didn’t say no with their mouths or their bodies.

Angela frowned. That didn’t sound right. She wasn’t her husband’s property… was she? But she felt herself getting wet at the thought. It had been a while since they’d have sex, although she wasn’t sure why. She was so horny. She imagined him taking her now, ripping her nappy off and ramming his cock inside her, using her any way he liked. Then she pulled a face, sickened with herself. Where were these thoughts coming from?! She wasn’t a whore! Even so, she didn’t push her husband away. Eric didn’t fuck her that night, but Angela drifted off to sleep with his hard cock pressed firmly against her padded bottom.

When she woke up the next morning, her diaper was soaked with pee-pee. Even though she knew it was something that happened to her every morning (although her actual memories were a little foggy), it still felt strange and embarrassing. It was so yucky! The sodden nappy was cold and clammy, and it reeked of piss. Their whole bedroom smelled like urine now. She’d probably smell like pee herself for the rest of the day. Her new perfume… She untangled herself from Eric’s arms and slipped out of bed, nearly gagging when her diaper sagged as she stood up. It was so heavy!

She heard Eric moving behind her, and turned around. Her husband was propping himself up in bed, looking at her with a smile that was a too much like a smirk. “Do you need changing, sweetie?” he asked.

She looked at him dumbly.

“Do you need me to help?” he tried again, nodding at her waist.

She followed his gaze to the sopping wet Pampers sagging between her thighs, and felt herself going red. No! She didn’t need help changing! She wasn’t a baby! A mental image of herself laying on her back with her legs in the air flashed in her mind, and she shook her head vigorously. “No fank you,” she mumbled. “I mean, no thank you.” What was wrong with her voice? She sounded silly. Silly like that secretary at the therapist’s office. A lisping porn parody. She ran her fingers through her hair and over her bare chest. No pigtails. No stripper tits. She was a big girl. A respectable woman.

“Okay sweetheart,” her husband said, smiling patiently. “Go change your nappy then.”

Angela broke out of her thoughts, realising she’d been standing there stupidly, like she was waiting for his permission to go. She turned around and toddled to the bathroom as quickly as she could, her droopy diaper swinging about between her legs as she went. She imagined she could feel his eyes on her backside and her face burned with shame. She must look so stupid!

She nearly cried when she saw herself in the bathroom mirror. She was a sexy grown woman with great tits and a tight body, right up until you got to her waist, where instead of seeing her cleanly shaved pussy and toned ass, there was a bulky disposable diaper hanging heavily between her legs, clearly full to the brim with wee-wee. When she undid the tapes, it fell to the floor with a wet smack. She got to work cleaning herself up with wet wipes, making sure to get every bit of pee around her nether regions. She couldn’t stand being so dirty. Even as a child, she’d always hated any activities that got her messy. When she was done, she shoved her used nappy in the tiny bathroom bin and wandered back into the bedroom naked.

Eric had arranged her clothes out on the bed for her, and for a moment, Angela could only stare at them in disbelief – a pastel-pink, little-girlish frock with frilly white ankle socks, trainers, and a pair of baby-blue panties with Disney princesses on the crotch. The outfit looked exactly like something a four-year-old would wear. Angela was about to shout, when all of a sudden a strange fuzziness filled her mind. She thought of the lovely swirling colours she’d seen at the therapist’s office, and looked at the clothes again. They were kind of cute. They weren’t baby clothes after all. They just looked a bit silly, and she was a silly girl.

Angela smiled vacantly at Eric when he started to dress her, sliding her underwear up her legs and pulling her frock over her head (“Arms up! That’s a good girl!”), even pulling on her socks and tying her shoelaces for her. She felt looked after. She felt pretty and cute. She felt like a good girl.

Once they were downstairs, she hopped from foot to foot impatiently while Eric put his own shoes on at the door. “Come onnn!” she whined, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, lifting it up absent-mindedly and flashing her adorable little-girl undies.

“Looking forward to seeing the therapist, sweetie?” he asked, chuckling at her immature antics as he finished putting his shoes on and picked up a large sports bag.

Angela nodded her head eagerly. She wanted to see the pretty lights again.

“Good girl,” said Eric, taking her hand. A pleasant tingle ran down Angela’s spine and into her pussy. “Let’s get going, baby.”

[scummy-writes]

--- [IKEPRI CLAVIS] Watching you get off

Explicit, reader has vagina

Prologue: The mattress felt warm beneath you, the feel of the fabric adorning it against your bare skin causing a shiver of anticipation to course through you. Instinctively, you drew your knees close together, hiding away one of the most intimate parts of you. There was an irrational worry that your lover may judge you for what he saw; the way your trepid excitement glistened along your labia, how your core felt alight with the temptation of pleasure.

You took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Relaxing your shoulders, legs, mind. You’ve been with him for quite some time now, and he had seen you in worse states. In fact, he wanted to see more of your gratification. Which is why he sat near you, eyes glinting with interest at your naked form presented in display for his undivided attention.

Surely, this was an activity that most couples partook in once in a while. Or, that’s what you kept repeating to yourself to stave off nerves. Yet his haze hungrily raking across your body, smiling as your hands slowly ran over the peaks of your breasts, had your mind racing. You were… self conscious, but you were willing to do this for him.

You just hoped he wouldn't tease you too much for it…

The suave smile he dons is enough to send your heart racing alone, but paired with what you’re doing, it fuels your hands further. His breath seems to still as you use two fingers to spread your lower lips open, revealing just how wet you had gotten from the anticipation of doing this for him.

Clavis watches intently, his expression morphing from one of delight, to almost awe at the excitement gathered at your legs.

“My, my, I didn't know you enjoyed this sort of thing.” The tease doesn't have its usual allure. His voice comes out a little weaker, eyes caught on the way you carefully toy with your clit, how your chest rises and falls just a little faster.

“The man I love is watching me with rapt attention, did you not think that would affect me?”

With that, his lips quirk up slightly. He's still enamored at the sight in front of him, but the verbal reminder of your love for him adds another layer of appreciation, stoking the building arousal within him.

Touching yourself was easier with eyes closed, so that you could think about previous nights with Clavis… how his hand would tweak your nipples, his fingers teasing their way down your body, before carefully slipping inside and stroking your inner walls…

It'd been so long since Clavis wasn't on your mind when pleasuring yourself, that you're unsure of how you did so before him. Because now your fingers mimic Clavis’ usual movements and pacing inside of you without a second thought. They mimic how he would pull out occasionally to tease around your entrance. Or how when his fingers were deep inside, stroking the perfect spot, that his other hand would rub your clit with just the right amount of pressure…

Despite your earlier nerves, you were now laid out on the bed with ease. Taking your time touching yourself, giving Clavis a show of just how much you could revel in memories between the two of you. Moans slip out quietly and without much of a care, and it takes you a while to notice you're not the only one making noise.

The clink of a belt pulls you out of your haze, enough to where you see Clavis leaning back in his seat, cock in hand as he watches you, stroking firmly. You quickly notice that he's matching the pace of your fingers, and it makes your toes curl.

“I simply thought it would be… ungentlemanly of me… to let you do this alone,” he explains, thumbing the precum gathering on the head of his dick, “I think you need a show as well.”

:) jerkin it is fun. Especially with your partner.

I'm contemplating doing this with other characters, with the same prologue used, but I am unsure of who I would want to do. I think I'd like to try and do Isaac, at least. It'd be a slow thing, since there are other things I would like to write as well, but depending on how I feel I might try to do so! Suggestions for who are welcome (but not guaranteed to be written)

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Tony/Bucky #29

This prompt was so much fun! Thanks for sending it in!

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“This blond man has stupid ideas.”

Tony/Bucky; Outsider POV Rated T

Steve took a deep breath and counted to ten. He reminded himself for the fifteenth time that day that he actually liked his two closest friends, enjoyed their company most days, and wanted them to be happy. 

“Maybe if you didn’t leave to go brood on rooftops without any warning at all--” Tony jabbed a finger against Bucky’s chest “--people wouldn’t be upset with you.”

Bucky growled under his breath, and Steve knew he was suppressing the urge to slam his fist on the kitchen island or smash some dishware. Instead, he shouted back at Tony, “You’re one to talk! You disappear for ages at a time in your workshop. Why do you care, anyway?”

Tony opened his mouth to reply, then shut it abruptly. Steve had seen Tony earlier, attempting to find Bucky to invite him to a science expo, and then saw the crushing disappointment when he inevitably only found him after the entire event had ended for the day. “Nevermind!” Tony moved to walk out the kitchen, and though Bucky reached out to stop him, he dropped his hand away before Tony even noticed the attempt.

Once Tony left the kitchen, Bucky let himself slam his fist onto the kitchen counter. Steve knew he pulled the punch because the granite didn’t crack. 

“Buck--”

“Don’t start, Steve.”

“I haven’t said anything other than your name. In fact, I’ve been sitting here drinking my coffee, while you and Tony exploded at each other. Again. For the dozenth time this week.”

“He’s infuriating.”

“A leaky pipe is infuriating, Buck, and you don’t get worked up about that. This is something more. He’s gotten under your skin.”

“Who would know what a leaky pipe does to me in this century? Tony would never allow one in his Tower.” 

“How terrible of him,” Steve drawled, biting back a smile. “Fact remains, he’s under your skin.”

“Observant.”

“Why,” Steve began, waiting to finish until Bucky was staring at him. “Don’t you do something about it?” 

“Like what?”

And this was it, his opportunity to meddle, to get these two to finally sort things out for good. “There’s a science expo here this week. Invite him.”

Bucky dropped Steve's gaze as he made a disbelieving noise in his throat. “And why would I do that?”

“Because I know you, Bucky. You asked Tony ‘why do you care’, and now I’m asking you.”

Bucky didn’t respond but Steve watched as frustration gave way to curiosity across his oldest friend’s face. Then, Bucky turned on his heel and followed the direction Tony had gone. 

Steve took one last sip of his coffee and followed his friends. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but he’d put in the time with these two, listened to their arguments, watched as they gravitated towards one another, caught them sneaking glances each other’s way more often than not.

Steve sneaked past the common room, down the hall towards the balcony where Tony had gone, and Bucky had followed. 

“--Expo, Steve suggested. If you want to go, with me?” Steve heard through the balcony door, concealed behind a blue curtain. 

He watched Tony step closer, and saw Bucky’s body tense when Tony wrapped a hand around Bucky’s neck. “Like a date?” Tony asked, hope evident in his tone.

“Yeah, Tony, if you want, I want too.” 

Tony drew Bucky closer. Before their lips met, Steve heard him say, “This blond man has stupid ideas. But maybe this one was pretty smart.” 

When they separated, both of them turned to look towards the balcony door. “Now stop creeping on us, blondie,” Tony shouted, while Bucky flipped him the bird. 

Steve grinned in response and added, “You’re welcome.”

[rexxdjarin]

Julieeeeee!! Babes you can’t post smut prompts and expect me to not send you something 😈💙

How about these for Wolffe?

6. “You look so good beneath me.”

25. “Does that feel good?”

26. “I want you to ruin me.”

Hope this helps!!

Smut Dialogue Prompts

ERIN heheheheheheh you saw that Wolffe has clearly been on my mind today 🥰 I love my commander grumpy.

let's do something fun and slutty for our moody yet self-indulgent commander shall we?

"I want you to ruin me, Wolffe."

A few illicit, seductive little words whispered into his ear at your booth at 79s led you to where you were now. Wrists bound to your headboard, propped up on your knees with your ass in the air just the way Wolffe wanted. The exact filthy way he'd described to you in explicit detail from systems away on one of your many holocalls.

You were trembling, sweating, shivering and overwhelmed all at once, kept warm only by the heat of Wolffe's body hovering inches above yours. Rough hands smoothed up the curves of your sides, his grip wide enough to just brush the edges of the glittering gray lingerie you'd teased him with peaks of at the club all night. You would've taken it off by now, but he practically demanded you keep it on until he said so.

"If you were going to tease me with it all night, the least you could do is keep it on long enough to let me get a good look at you in it." He had reasoned with you, his voice a lust fueled grumble in your ears while he kissed you in the back of the hover cab on the ride home.

Your innocent teasing mixed with your explicit request had broken Wolffe's brain, snapping his will to resist into tiny pieces. Wolffe loved nothing more than to give in to his most carnal and obscene urges. There was no place Wolffe would not go to satisfy both you and himself.

He took his time kissing down your neck, over your collarbone and down your back. His hands kneaded at your breasts roughly, tracing the patterns of the intricate lace and fastenings keeping your bare skin away from his. His chest completely bare and rubbing up against you as he dipped down for every kiss which made you ache more and more with every passing second.

"You made me wait such a long time to bring you home, you little tease. Now I'm going to make you suffer like I have." He rasped, the vibrations of his deep voice in his chest washed over every dimple and goosebump on your skin prickled up with sensitivity from the tension he stoked between you. Maker- he was good at this. No one else could even come close to what he could do to you.

You whimpered and wrapped your hands around the soft cloth tying you to the headboard. "B-but...Wolffe...I'm sorry." He chuckled, the heat of his exhales warming the wet kisses he'd trailed down the curve of your spine. You bit your bottom lip, shuddering as you imagined how that might feel if only he'd blow just a few inches lower, the space between your legs probably wet enough now to drip onto your bed sheets below.

Wolffe tutted softly, "darling...c'mon you knew this was coming. Been dreaming about you like this since before I even left. Besides...you look so good beneath me." His roaming hands drew back to spank your right cheek hard. You moaned, panting as the stinging sear of contact tingled into dissolving euphoria.

"Th-thank you, Commander." You offered a near breathless reply - part of the stern set of rules he has for you - his warm hand caressing over it now to soothe the sting. His deft fingers peeled up the lace lining your hips and slowly eased your panties down your thighs, lifting them over each knee to keep you in position.

"There's my good girl." He praised, "Is it possible you were acting up a little because you wanted my attention? You wanted this, cyar'ika? Talk to me." He prompted, his grounding body weight lifting off of you as he moved to line himself up behind you.

"Yes, Sir. I needed you." You whined, rolling your ass back into his thighs as he slid his cock through your folds. "I missed you." His firm grip latched onto your hipbones, pulling you flush to him with one hand while the other began to pull at the fastenings at the back of your lingerie set.

"Oh I missed you too, my pretty girl. Can't you feel it?" He groaned, his hips rolling his throbbing cock through your slick to prepare himself. The blunt head bumped your clit lazily and he laughed maniacally as your legs shook at the sudden pleasure recoiling through you. Each building thrust of his hips brought tears to your eyes and his slow, deliberate unlacing of the last bit of fabric keeping your full body away from him had your lower belly burning with need.

"I can feel it, Commander. Need to feel it...more...inside. Please Wolffe. Please." You begged, your own hips beginning to roll to match his thrusts. He tried to hold steady, but his own impatience had him giving in faster than usual. He moaned with his exhale as he tore the lingerie set off of you, tossing it to the floor and letting your breasts press against the sheets beneath you. The contact had your eyes rolling back in your head and your mouth dropping open with a delighted sigh.

Before you even had time to enjoy the freeing sensation, Wolffe gripped your ass and held you open, plowing his cock into your entrance smoothly. His mouth dropped open and a string of curses followed as he split your swollen walls apart around him. You cried out loudly, pulling at your restraints as you searched for something to take hold of while he overtook you.

Wolffe grunted in pure ecstasy, all his pent up stress and anxiety releasing instantly as he tore you apart. Your soft, welcoming insides bringing him to a place of bliss nothing else in the universe could ever replicate. You spasmed around him as he took his time spreading you taut and then bottoming out inside you. His palm slid around to rest on your belly as he pounded you into the bed beneath you, feeling himself within you.

"Does that feel good, cyar'ika?" He teased, pistoning his hips and playing with your clit every so often to make you cry his name mixed with indiscernible moans of pleasure into your soft pillows. You mewled out a hazy, blissful confirmation and he laughed, caressing your thighs. "Fuck yeah, I know it does. Now come for me and I'll think about releasing your binders for the next round."

...which was never hard to accomplish. Not for Wolffe.

[mamasturn]

hi! i hope you’re having a great day :) i would love to send a req! can u do one of the reader being bothered by someone and austin getting really mad and protective? thank u so much <3

thanks for the ask <3333 hopefully you like it

philia

pairing: austin butler x black!fem!oc

content: austin and his wife hit the red carpet for the first time, but are met with scrutiny

warning: none

She was a quiet individual. Her thoughts, ideas, passions, and inspirations often cast away in the treasure box called her mind. Expressions of emotions jailed behind soft lips he often tried to pry open. She was a quiet individual, and that's what drew him toward her.

She was a lot like him in many ways. At times she found it difficult to speak when anxiety suffocated her like warm hair in a sauna. Eye contact made her nervous as she found it to be "too intimate" with anyone outside of her husband. There were good days and there would bad days, but the growth was commendable.

A bad day came sooner than she would have liked. Premiere day was one that she dreaded. At that point, she'd have to come out of the shadows and the world would have a face to match with the title "Austin Butler's wife." She was fine with no one knowing who she was, that meant no one could bother her. However, she could only go so long with being faceless and nameless.

She'd never been to Paris before and the trip came quicker than she expected. From dreaming of buying a purse in the YSL store (which she had the privilege to do), to riding in the slickest of limos seated next to her husband of just over a year.

He was a beautiful man, both inside and out. Gentle and calm, polite and honest, warm and attentive. Everything she desired in a partner, she found in him and she couldn't be more grateful for that.

He turned his head after catching her heavy gaze. Austin's left hand moved to rest on her inner thigh, the coolness of his wedding band against her warm skin causing her to jump. He massaged her flesh with his thumb.

"You look stunning, love." He leaned over to kiss her neck gently. "Absolutely stunning." She'd been dressed by Cartier for the evening in a floor length gown with a thigh slit going up the left leg. The dress was a deep blue-purple to match the small flower on his chest. Her shoes were silver as well as her jewelry. She typically wore her hair in a bun, however, it'd been pressed and framed her face beautifully.

"You alright, baby?"

The corners of her lips rose to produce the most convincing smile she could muster. She saw the twitch of his brow and the restraint on his face. He wanted to ask why she was lying about how she felt, she could tell. But, he didn't want to push her.

"Mhm. You let me know when you wanna tell me how you're really feeling."

The doors to the limo opened before she could fix her lips to respond. She inhaled deeply as she turned her rings around to calm her nerves. The cheers were heard from excited individuals when Austin came into view. They only got louder when she was fully out of the car.

"And here we have it, actor Austin Butler has arrive with who we are almost certain is his wife." Multiple reporters spoke into microphones and earpieces as they were ushered to the carpet. Her grip around his hand tightened, causing him to pause.

"You alright? We don't have to walk right now, if you don't want to..."

"No, no, it's okay. A little nervous," she admitted. "I'm okay." She gave a reassuring nod and squeeze of his hand before allowing him to lead the way to the carpet. She wondered if they could tell that she was ready to collapse from all that was going on.

The yells and hollers, flashing lights, jeers and boos. How did he deal with it? How did anyone deal with it? She felt his hand snake around her waist and rest on her bottom. "Almost done, baby, you're doing great."

She met his eyes with a nervous smile. "Mrs. Butler!" Her name being called captured her attention. "Tell us--how did you and your husband meet?"

"Coffee shop in Australia during filming," she managed to answer sweetly. "Mid to late 2019, I'll say." "What attracted you to him? His looks or his occupation?" Her eyebrows furrowed. "Was he an opportunity to put your name out there as an attorney?"

She was taken back. Taken back, angry, confused, and embarrassed. They tried to make her out to be a gold digger. Not a woman who worked damn hard in her profession to make it where she was. She needed no help from no man.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know what you're trying to get at here," Austin interrupted boldly, anger bubbling within him. This was exactly what he feared--a lack of respect for his wife.

"The whole gold-digger assumption is outdated and ridiculous. A woman can be successful without the help of a man. I have nothing to do with her success, it was all her. I just support wherever she needs me to. I won't let you belittle my wife for the sake of a good story to take back to your boss. Talk about me all you want, I'll be damned if you come for her."

"Let's go, sweetheart."

They trailed further toward the end of the carpet. She stopped him though, resting her hand on his chest and bringing her blood-stained lips to his ear.

"Thank you, honey. I appreciate you defending me."

Austin smiled and pulled her closer by her waist, letting his hand drop further. "I always got you...and I'll have you later when this dress is off." A soft giggle fell from her lips as she tipped her head back. She kissed his lips gently and she felt her nerves washing away.

"Looking forward to it, Mr. Butler."

[spectacled-renegade-writes]

An Early Start - Chapter 3 - Danny Phantom

Ao3: Here | Chapter 1: Here

Description: The accident that turns Danny half-ghost happens when he is four years old and leaves him trapped in the Ghost Zone. Clockwork finds him and takes him in to raise. But what happens when Clockwork sends Danny back to the human-world ten years later when a permanent portal appears?

Chapter 3:

Upon their return, Danny asked many questions, and Clockwork answered each and every one of them as promised.

The first thing Danny asked was if he would ever get to see his sister again. “You will.” Clockwork answered. “Right now, you are trapped. But I assure you a day will come where you will be reunited.”

“How long?” Danny whispered.

“The future is still unclear,” Clockwork replied. “Many factors are as of yet undecided.”

“How am I dead and not dead? Jazzy said that when you’re dead, you can’t be alive again.”

Clockwork hummed. “An excellent question indeed. This is true most of the time. But you, little one, are unique. Nearly one of a kind.”

“What does that mean?”

Clockwork simplified it further. “There is only one other person in the entire world who is like you. He is also both dead and not dead.”

Danny’s glowing green eyes widened. “Who is he?” He asked.

“You will meet him,” Clockwork answered. “In due time.” He smiled at the way Danny slumped his shoulders, and continued. “The other ghosts of this realm will one day call you a halfa. Half human,” he held out one hand. “Half ghost.” He held out the other.

Danny’s large eyes flickered down to his own glowing hands. “I’m a ghost, too?” He asked, astonished.

“Indeed you are,” Clockwork said. “It happened moments before you arrived here.”

Even young Danny knew the implication of that. He drew his arms around himself and tried not to shiver again. He realized he could still feel his skin tingle. “The hurt.” He whispered.

“Yes,” Clockwork frowned. “The hurt. The machine your mother and father turned on was not ready, as they thought. It held too much power for such a small device and it had nowhere to go but out, right where you sat.”

“I saw my mommy trying to grab me.” Danny said, his eyes trained directly on his feet. “She didn’t look happy… is she mad at me?”

Clockwork kneeled down, in the odd way ghosts seemed to kneel, and placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder. The hand was cold like everything else here, like his own tears, but he didn’t feel a chill. “Your mother is not mad at you. Your mother feels longing for you.”

Danny glanced away, taking this in. But as he thought about it, he realized something. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Clockwork seemed unperturbed by the abrupt change of subject. “No, I expect you’re not. In your ghost form you will not feel hunger, nor the need to breathe.”

It wasn’t until Clockwork said it that Danny realized he was not breathing. Instinctively, he pulled in a breath but felt nothing. It was an odd sensation. Something else struck him. “Ghost form?”

Clockwork smiled. “Yes,” he replied. “Ghost form. You are two halves, Danny. You have a ghost form as well as a human form, and your human form is the way you have always looked before you arrived here.”

Danny unwrapped his arms and looked down at his glowing hands again. “How do I make myself look like that again?”

“It’s simpler than you think,” said Clockwork. “Close your eyes, Danny. Focus on that cold spot in your chest.” Danny did as he was told. “Do you feel it?” Danny tried his best to get his young mind to focus and… yes. He did feel it, right in the center of his chest, cold like Clockwork described. He nodded. “Good. Now, try and remember how it feels to have a heartbeat. Think of that thumping in your chest. You only feel that when you’re alive.”

I only feel that when I’m alive. Danny thought. He thought of playing in the backyard with Jazzy, chasing each other around while playing tag. The way his heart beat and he felt out of breath. Behind his eyelids Danny saw a large flash of white and all of the sudden, he felt warm.

Danny opened his eyes and looked down at his hands. They no longer glowed. He reached up and pulled down a piece of hair. Black as night. He smiled. “I’m alive again,” he breathed.

-

Clockwork smiled too, a sense of pride and something else settling over his expression. He always knew the boy would be under his care, one way or another, but destiny cannot stop emotion and Clockwork could not help but care for the child he was destined to help. Danny was no longer crying, he finally seemed relaxed. “Let us take a walk,” he said. “I have much to teach you.”

-

Clockwork taught Danny many things in his first year, and helped in many other ways, too.

Humans felt grief in a way ghosts never could and Danny was not only human, he was a small child who lost his entire world.

“Have you ever lost someone?” Danny asked one day. He sat at the top of the clock tower, eyes puffy from crying.

“I have not.” Clockwork replied.

Danny wiped his cheeks and looked up at him. “Even when you were not dead?” He asked, big blue eyes wide and curious. Always curious.

Clockwork sat down next to him. “I was never not dead.”

“But I thought –“

“This is something I have never explained to you, knowledge you do not know. A fault which lies with me.”

Danny tilted his head. “Then how?”

“Many ghosts,” Clockwork explained. “Form after death. But not all ghosts. You see, just like you I am special. I was born a ghost, created from ectoplasm from the very beginning. I have always been and will always be. There are few like me. Though,” he continued with a wink. “Still not as rare as you.”

Danny smiled at that then asked, “Do ghosts who used to be human miss everyone they lost?”

Clockwork remained silent, chose his words carefully before answering. “They do… in their own way. However, they do not feel pain and grief the way you do, as a human.”

Danny looked back down at the floor and mulled that over. Clockwork watched the boy change into his ghost half and wait, searching for something. Conflict appeared on Danny's face momentarily before he held up a hand and stared at it. “What if I didn’t have my human half anymore? Then would I feel better?”

Clockwork thought of that future. It is now much less unlikely but… this timeline had been exceedingly unlikely too. “You cannot ignore pain, little one, and if you remove your humanity, you will be left with only rage. Pain without grief leads to violence, and violence leads to corruption. In the end, grief is much easier to come back from than corruption.” It was a lot to put on someone so young, this Clockwork knew. However, it is the thing the Danny in this timeline needs to hear.

“I think…” Danny said. “I think I understand. I don’t wanna be bad. I want to see Jazzy again.”

Clockwork wrapped an arm around Danny’s shoulder and pulled him in. “You will, little one.”

-

Clockwork helped with other things, too. In the beginning it involved helping Danny control his new powers, helping him shift from human to ghost and learn how to focus his energy. In some aspects, Danny excelled, in others, it took a long time to grasp.

The first thing Danny learned how to do was fly. It was instrumental in maneuvering the Ghost Zone. So, it was the first thing Clockwork taught. His lesson only lasted a day, though. Danny was zipping around in no time.

Other things did not come so easily. For the first few months Danny had a lot of trouble remaining tangible, in both forms. He was so scared of breaking something he refused to hold anything fragile, despite Clockwork’s constant and gentle reminders that he can turn back time and fix anything Danny may break. Eventually though, intangibility too was something Danny perfected. In fact, it was the last thing Danny perfected.

Clockwork knew there were more powers to come in the future but for now, the boy was doing well.

-

There wasn’t much to do in the Ghost Zone, all things considered, so gossip was a hot topic amongst its residents and it didn’t take long for news to reach the furthest parts of the Ghost Zone that one of its newest residents was a ghost that was half human. The first on the scene, of course, was Skulker, seeking that which no one else has, something one of a kind.

Danny found himself flying through bits and bobs, past doors and islands, enjoying the freedom of flight. Clockwork told him not to stray too far. He did however promise that one day he would give Danny the grand tour of the Ghost Zone, teaching him its layout. As Danny flew past another island, he couldn’t help but grow excited at the thought of that day. Too busy in his thoughts and too young to think about danger, he did not notice Skulker stalking him until it was too late. A net shot out from nowhere and captured him in its grasp. Danny yelped and went tumbling down.

As he hit the ground, he frantically tried to untangle himself from the net without success. Skulker landed next to him, triumphant in his catch. “Struggle all you want, ghost child, but you cannot escape my grasp. A halfa is a trophy no one else possesses and I will have the honor of displaying you in my domain!”

“You will do no such thing.”

Danny stopped struggling in the net and Skulker froze. Time came to a standstill and the next thing Danny knew, he was free from the net and Clockwork stood by his side, heavy yet gentle hand resting on his shoulder.

“C-Clockwork,” Skulker stammered. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“To what indeed, Skulker,” Clockwork hummed. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to hunt my ward. You see, this boy in under my protection.”

Danny watched Skulker’s gaze flick from Clockwork to Danny, then quickly back. “I see…” He rubbed the back if his neck. “My mistake. I was… unaware of how… important he is. I’ll just be taking my leave, then.”

It was a fearful encounter but Danny was left confused by the end of it. He looked up at Clockwork. “I don’t know what just happened.”

Clockwork grinned. “Skulker is a ghost who used to be human. In his life he was an avid hunter. In his death he is even more so. He craves rare and unique items and you, little one, are such.”

“Why was he scared?” Danny asked.

“Most ghosts in the Ghost Zone fear me,” Clockwork explained. “I am a very powerful ghost, you see. Though I do not wish to use my abilities for evil, I will unleash my power on those who cross me.” He squeezed Danny’s shoulder. “From now on you will be safe.”

Danny thought about those words for the rest of the day.

~~~~~~~

Ao3 Notes:

Well, there's chapter 3! Though there is something I'd like to address for anyone who I may have inadvertently baited in regards to certain plot lines.

I see some people in the comments discussing things such as CPS and Court Proceedings in regards to Danny's disappearance and Jazz, things like that. This story will not go into those particular subjects as I am not very interested in writing about them. HOWEVER, I'd still love to hear your thoughts on such subjects regardless, I love seeing the things you have to say! Though I sincerely apologize if I may have accidentally written it in a way that seems like the turn the story will take.

But, there will definitely be some Effect from the Cause aka Danny's disappearance (though no spoilers so I won't say any more than that) ;)

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a lovely day/night!

[spicywarl0ck]

Oooooh <3 "I'm right here" for mHawke/Fenris for DADWC, if you're so inclined! 💟

Thank you for the prompt x3 I didn't make it in time last week, so here you go x3 @dadrunkwriting Pairing: mHawke/Fenris Rating: T Length: 656

“You left me!” His green eyes flared with anger as he bared his teeth at him. The marks on her skin lit up in a dangerously blue, indicating nothing good as Fenris burned with rage.

But there was more in his eyes than just anger. A deep void seemed to be within them, an emptiness Hawke had never seen before. It broke his heart. 

“Fenris…” his voice was hoarse too when he answered. He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. 

He knew nothing could justify what he did. No reason could be good enough, and he knew it.  He had left Fenris behind in the middle of the night, escaping through the window like a coward.

Now, he had to pay the price for his actions.

“Don’t.” Fenris lifted a warning hand in his direction, his chest heaving as his lips twitched. His voice sounded hollow beside the anger, empty as Hawke’s heart broke even more. He had done this to the person he loved the most.

“You left me.” The elf repeated, his shoulders trembling.

“You vanished in the middle of the night, not even leaving a note or sending a letter,” he added, his feet carrying him towards the mage. Hawke didn’t even think about stepping back, knowing no matter what came, he’d face it.

“I’m sorry.” Hawke’s throat felt raw and heavy when he spoke, every word straining his ability to focus. “I’m so sorry.” There was nothing he could say but that, nothing he could do to correct the past mistakes.

He knew this could mean the end between them and that Fenris wouldn’t be able to forgive him eventually. 

“You’re sorry?” Disbelief rushed through Fenris's eyes before the anger returned. He stood before him, his fists shaking as they coiled into his tunic. They tugged him down, the metal of Fenris gauntlet’s curling into the soft fabric to mask their shaking.

But he knew. He saw them trembling as the elf hid his face against his shoulder.

“I searched for you.” The voice was muffled and laced with emotions. “I thought you to be at the conclave, hearing that everyone attending died. I thought you were…” his voice went quieter until it came to a stop.

Hawke heard the big breath Fenris took to calm himself, not allowing the mage to see his face.

“I’m not dead.” Hawke’s voice shook, his arms carefully wrapping around the slimmer form of the warrior. “I’m right here,” he added, his voice too quiet for the broad man he was.

“And I promise you, I won’t ever leave you again.”

Fenris didn’t answer, but he also didn’t pull away.

He watched as the elf’s shoulders shook slightly, the cold metal clawing into his tunic as they both allowed themselves to release a relieved sob.

They had each other again for once, which was all that mattered.

“Don’t think you’ll get away that easy.” Fenris's voice got muffled against his body, the evidence of tears still on his face when he drew away to look at him. “You hear me? Don’t think I’ll let you get away with this just like that.”

“I’d never dream of it.” Hawke chuckled, pulling one hand away to brush against the elf’s cheeks in a soft gesture. 

“But I’m happy to face any punishment when it means I can stay with you,” he added cheekily, causing Fenris to scoff. Hawke had always been known for his audacity, after all. “And might I add that you stood me up for three years?” 

“I can’t believe you bring that up. That was something entirely different.” Fenris's eyebrows narrowed slightly. 

“Relax. I never held it against you.” Hawke’s voice was soft when he cupped Fenris's cheeks, his lips brushing against the elf’s. “I love you,” he whispered before capturing Fenris’s lips gently. 

“I’m yours.” The words were soft-spoken when the elf whispered them, muffled by the lips, but he heard them anyway.

[fallenwhumpee]

Creature

Whumpay Day 22: Surgery Alternative Prompt 2: Epistolary • Masterlist •

Warnings: It pronouns for nonhuman whumpee, lab whump(of sorts).

01.01.xxxx,

Dear Scientist,

Our friendship has been one of the most cherished relationships of mine. For you have saved my life and honour on that ominous day, I decided to prepare a present for you, and I believe that you may wish to know my progress on this matter.

The vacation you had suggested to me to go went better than I predicted, and it gave me a chance to follow the gossip that had scared everyone.

My last destination supplied me with some truths in this silent chatter. At the heart of all these small talks was a human-like creature, visiting the town in the mornings and disappearing before the night. It almost seemed like a normal person, though I had known its look could be deceiving.

Capturing it down had proved to be a challenge, I regretted every invitation of hunt I had refused, and I feel I am obligated to apologise you one more time for not joining.

As for the creature, it is clearly not human and possesses an admirable strength. It stood even after being shot with all of my armoury. It had tolerated pain until I used the silver dagger you had gifted me last year.

The creature, in human form, didn't look handsome, but it had a strange charm that drew the attention of an enthusiastic researcher. I knew my prey - forgive me for the lack of a better word to use - was it, even before the whispers reached to my ear.

But it was wholly breathtaking to see it changed.

For my words will never be enough to express what I saw, I will do my best to send you its drawing, and I hope to find out more about the creature before you come to collect this letter from your mansion.

Yours, Whumper.

28.01.xxxx,

Dear Whumper,

I have yet to reach home, but a dear friend of mine informed me of your letter. I shall read it once I arrive in town.

As i had suggested you i also decided to take a break from handling with the uncooperative members of our society.

There are whispers around, the kind of whispers we used to search the origins of. I wished to visit the town the gossip mentioned, but I was occupied at another place with a very interesting meeting.

I will discuss the matters talked during the meeting with you when we meet again, and I apologise for the lack of the letters and the length of the ones I sent so far. My vacation turned out to be more than I predicted.

Sincerely, Scientist.

25.02.xxxx,

Dear Scientist,

I apologise, I had failed to restrain myself from trying one of the poisons we had collected over the years. I noticed the creature's fear towards aconite, and I decided to observe its reaction.

The plant caused burns when touched to the skin and caused fever after it ate, and its healing slowed down significantly. I am aware of your fascination with the reaction of the human body, and I stopped exploring more to leave this matter for you.

Of course, my research will be delivered to you by this letter, with all of my observations and notes, as well as the drawings I made.

I prepared a silver cage and safe route to deliver the creature.

I hope to meet with you and hand the present in person before you read these letters, but if I fail, please burn these letters. Society may not be ready or as attracted as us to this matter.

Yours, Whumper.

25.03.xxxx,

Dear Whumper,

I am delighted by reading your letters, even after we discussed the matter. All of your observations are correct, and the first thing I had done was trying out aconite, which I had renamed as wolfsbane in my recent notes.

I assume I may need assistance from an experienced companion, and we both know that trusting our fellow researchers is almost impossible nowadays.

I believe we may both benefit from this situation. I invite you to explore the matter deeper together in a time we find suitable for both of us.

Sincerely, Scientist.

[regalia-solvieg]

Returning to the Beginning

Two and a half months... but it felt like two years. That was how long she had been a prisoner here at Motostoke Castle since being tricked by Theudis and taken away...

Kida could feel the cold stone beneath her hands and knees as she crouched on the Castle parapet. Her long blond hair was a tangled rats nest that hung over her face and shielded her vision. The sharp wind that blew through the air stung her bloody, bruised, and battered skin. The travel clothes that Ares had graciously traded in his jewelry to buy her had been completely removed and had been replaced with a burlap gown. Two spears crossed above her head and she could feel their weight on her neck as they pinned her down.

The sky above was a deep blood red and there were dark purple clouds that spiraled out from above Motostoke Castle. Ever since the fighting started in the City, and Youta’s Army made their move to try and take back Motostoke... the sky had been growing increasingly darker. It was now so dark that it looked like it was permanently night. Youta’s army invaded over a month ago now... but Kida had been imprisoned for so long that she had no idea how that war was going.

Before Kida stood the ‘new Queen’ - Queen Briar. She sat on a golden throne with a black veil covering her face. Kida raised her head to stare at who she called the ‘False Queen’, and the Queen stared back, though Kida could not make out her expression through the veil. A burning hatred formed in Kida’s chest that was hard to control... 

Behind Queen Briar’s throne were several heads mounted on stakes - Kida could make out the rotting skull of Princess Freya... her sister-in-law. Lady Jocelyn and Sir Thanion... her brother’s most faithful retainers... and even the Lord of Hilbury’s head rested there. Tears filled Kida’s eyes as she saw the remains of these people she knew and loved and her hatred for the woman that sat on the throne in front of them burned so deeply it hurt. 

Bryce stepped forward from beside the Queen’s throne and crouched beside her. “This could all end with just one little line, Princess. Say you will support the True Queen of Galar, and send the Imperial Army to back her, and all your pain will end.”

Kida responded by spitting in Bryce’s face.

Bryce swore, and stood up. He then spoke in a loud voice so that all could hear, “The villainess Princess refuses to aid us, Your Highness.” He turned around to face the ‘Queen’, and she nodded slowly. A wicked smile crossed Bryce’s face and he turned back to Kida, “Due to the danger and potential evil this woman holds against the True Queen of Galar, I begrudgingly sentence her to death!” 

Kida felt her breath hitch in her throat as Bryce drew his blade. This man... this hateful man. First he killed her Father and blamed it on her Brother, then he killed her sister-in-law... now he was going to murder her as well.

She refused to react though and held a prideful gaze as Bryce raised his sword high above her head.

“I do put my support behind the True King.“ Kida spat, “And no matter how hard you try to put yourself on the throne, you will never be that King. You are no Solvieg. I support my Brother, and even if you kill me now, he will still defeat you.“ 

A look of pure rage crossed Bryce’s face... and he went to lower the sword...

But before the blade made contact with her neck - several explosions of light errupted out from the earth in all directions. They shot up in the sky when they collided with the dark sky, they created their own miniature vortexes of purple clouds. Screams erupted from everywhere and the castle began to shake.

One of the Guards holding the spear over her lost his balance and stumbled. The other screamed out, “The Darkest Day! It’s here!”

Seizing her moment, Kida broke free. She grabbed the spear from the fallen Guard and charged at the False Queen. She heard the False Queen scream and flinch back... but before the spear even touched the Queen... an explosion erupted behind her and threw her sideways. Kida hit the parapet wall so hard it knocked the breath out of her. She managed to push herself up though, and she could see over the parapet wall to the destruction below.

The entire city was crumbling. Buildings were falling as pillars of light errupted through the earth and citizens fled for their lives. The light wasn’t centered around Motostoke either... as far as the eye could see these pillars appeared...

And whenever a poor Pokemon got caught in these Beams... they suddenly transformed. Kida watched in horror as Giant Pokemon burst forth from the light and crushed everything around them. 

It looked like the end of the world. 

Galar was falling.

Screams from behind her directed her attention back to the direction of the explosion and Kida saw that the entire top of Motostoke Castle had been destroyed and something large was emerging. Something that resembled a skeletal red dragon... it’s cry pierced the sky and large cracks snaked down the stone castle walls. 

Kida barely got a look at the creature before the section of parapet she was standing on collapsed. Her heart clenched as she felt the stone crumble beneath her... and she fell.

There was hundreds of feet between her and the ground.

The last thing she saw before her world went dark was the strange Pokemon disappear into the sky.

[vlacas12]

[WP] Instead of kidnapping the princess the dragon instead sends a formal proposal to the royal court.

(Writing Prompt from r/WritingPrompts)

"... In addition, Lagarfljótsormur swears that he will refrain from doing any harm onto the King's house, it's subjects, and it's property for as long as these familial bonds are in place. He swears this by the great Wulfhar, founder of the King's house, the red-skinned Maiden of the Tower, and the four-tailed Lindwurm, and may he have many good things if he swears well, but destruction for him and his line if he forswears."

The messenger's voice carrying through the great hall fell silent as he took a deep drink from his wine flagon, his throat hoarse from the long-winded speaking. Then he stared expectantly up to the pedestal at the western end, where the King sat with his retinue. "And I, Elwin, son of Fengal, accept these conditions. I, too, swear as Lagarfljótsormur does.", the King answered. "Tell him that my daughter will set out to meet him in two weeks time from now, Hirgon." The messenger quickly stood from his footstool and bowed. "I will. We can, perhaps, discuss the necessary arrangements when ..."

He was interrupted by a loud shout from one of the men next to Elwin. "You can't do this! You can't give your daughter to this ... this monster!" The man who spoke wore fine clothes with heraldry of a Bull's head displayed on the front, clearly a noble close to the King. "And why can't he? He is the King after all. He doesn't have to heed the advice of his vassals!", Hirgon said, speaking as calmly as he did when he read out the marriage contract. "I am Taura, son of Peregrin the Bold, Lord of Southfold! One of the King's most trusted advisors and friends! You? You are a traitor, who abandoned his people to work for this Lagarflot- whatever. A brigand, who has a noble's coat, but no land or fief in his family since the time of his great-grandfather. Insult me again and I will strike you down where you stand!"

Taura stepped forward, his hand reaching towards the dagger at his side, eyes sparking with fury. "I am a guest in your King's house. I am protected by the laws and customs of this land. You can't harm me!", Hirgon replied. Instead of answering, Taura drew the dagger and lunged forward at the other man. Hirgon stood unmoving as the blade fell downwards.

A loud crack was heard, like stone breaking apart, and a short flash of light blinded the spectators. When they could see again, Taura was lying flat on the ground, the dagger splintered to pieces. Hirgon hadn't moved. But everyone looking at him saw a short, strange glint in his eyes and averted their gaze. "Try something like this again, and you will get hurt. Now away with you!", the messenger spoke in a low, cold voice. Taura turning onto his belly, crawled away to the side, his whole body trembling.

Hirgon, focusing back on the King, continued in the same warm tone as before. "If you don't have anything else that needs to be discussed, I ask permission to be excused and retire to my chambers for now. I have to return your acceptance of the set terms to Lagarfljótsormur as soon as possible." He bowed again before the shocked assembly and turned away. No one dared to stand in his way, the guards opening the doors as wide as possible to avoid even brushing against his body as he left.