#I have accepted that this will come back to bite her in the ass eventually

[facefullofsadness]

The world needs guitarist winter!! 🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥 (i die a little each time i see her with a guitar)

AGREE!!! everyday that has passed since 230225 winter playing guitar at synk hyper line in seoul for the first time has just been me trying to recover and seek guidance bc damn, she ruined my life and it's all I've been able to think about

content - rockstar guitarist!winter, best friend's sister!winter, dom!winter, includes txt members (beomgyu and yeonjun) and giselle, song references, smut (messy and wild sex, slight degradation, fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on usage, choking, breeding kink, quickies, squirting, vibrator usage, semi-public sex/voyeurism)

wc - 3122

a/n - a loaded one since it's been a while. I had sm fun writing this in general, but especially a certain part (I think u'll be able to tell when u get there), I was laughing my ass off so fking hard. also I just got a haircut that's very wolf-cut-y so it helped a whole bunch to get into writing this lol, committed to the bit!

winter's a damn good guitarist.

she's fuckinggg hotttt too when she plays and she knows it. watched a vid of her recently doing her guitar solo during girls and after the final riff she smirked at the camera and I LITERALLY COMBUSTED DEAR LORD.

anyway, I imagine her in a rock band, one with beomgyu, and they're both just the hot, wolf-cut, dark emo guitarists. you're the lead singer and front man of the band and were the reason the band formed in the first place. you were besties with beomgyu and you two wrote and composed music from time to time, always having the idea of a band as a passion project at the back of your minds.

eventually, gyu recruited his sister, minjeong. the three of you worked together diligently, recruiting yeonjun as a drummer who knew and dragged along aeri as a bassist. it was truly a dream come true, getting to pursue what you're passionate about the most with your best friend and a group of people just as enthusiastic as you were.

though, it was hard to focus with such a pretty girl like kim minjeong breathing down your neck at all times. you, beomgyu, and minjeong would primarily work together on music, usually going from the afternoon until after midnight hours. while minjeong was only a few months older than your best friend, she'd boss him around and push him to go home, saying it was late and that their mom needed to see at least one of them to know they were okay. he'd groan and complain about it, especially since you and him were the main collaborators for songs and were the best when you were together, but she'd always promise to take good care of you, whatever that meant (huehuehue).

beomgyu cares more about you as a little sister than he does his own sister so when he gets confirmation that she'll take care of you, he accepts it and goes home early, leaving you and minjeong in the studio alone. you bite your lip as you watch the door close, your friend leaving you behind with her.

"just you and me now, huh pretty?" the girl leans into you on the couch.

you shift uncomfortably at the close proximity and try to subtly scooch away, "uh yeah, I guess so... we should try to finish this arrangement before we get out of here."

you try your best to compose yourself and act professional, hearing minjeong's deep chuckle next to you, "alright then."

actually getting work done and writing some lyrics alongside figuring out the instrumental arrangement with minjeong since she's the other guitarist, besides beomgyu (also bc he left). you tell her that you get frustrated with the fact you're not that good at playing, her having asked why you don't just make the arrangements yourself. and so, she decides to teach you! well, "teach you."

placing her acoustic Silvertone on your lap and crawling up slowly behind you, her warm body pressed up against your back, the brush of her lips against your ear making you shiver. she brings her arms over and places her hands over yours, guiding them around the strings and assisting with the chords.

she whispers deep and raspy into your ear various instructions, "if you cover this entire fret and press down on these strings, you'll get the F Barre chord. it's a little difficult but nothing you can't manage, right princess?"

"the placement kinda hurts..." you complain, feeling the burn of the metal strings against your skin.

"it'll be a little painful when you start, but with practice you'll get better. you have to press down harder than that though," her pressing your fingers down harder against the nylon strings.

whining softly at the pain, making her lips come closer to your ear, "come on baby, you can do it, a little pain goes a long way. I know you can handle it."

a chill runs down your spine at her words, proceeding to repeatedly attempt to strum the chord correctly until the sound was full.

"good girl, it wasn't that bad right?" you turn to face her, her lips just centimeters away from yours.

your breath picks up at her proximity and a smirk tugs at her lips, moving her face into your neck and hotly sighing against it.

"how badly do you want it, hm? how badly do you want me to fuck you like a rockstar?"

your grip on her guitar tightens as her mouth trails around your neck, gasping when you feel her tongue drag across slowly.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"nothing you don't want me to already, sweetheart."

you lean into her touch, moving your hand away from the body of the guitar to lace your fingers through her soft wolf-cut hair, pulling her head in further into your neck, now placing wet kisses against the skin.

you suddenly shoot your eyes open at the realization of what you two are doing and stutter, "I-I don't think we should be doing th-this... we need to finish the arrangement... and also, y-your brother, what will h-he think?"

you stumble over your words as minjeong just hums in response to, continuing to leave sloppy marks across your neck, feeling her make hickeys on parts of your skin that wouldn't be noticeable.

"we have all the time in the world to finish the song. but what about gyu? did you want him instead then?" she asks, almost threateningly, challenging you to say yes.

in response, you whimper and pull her head in further towards your neck, practically begging her not to go away.

"don't you feel ashamed letting your best friend's sister do this to you? or are you just a slut?"

you don't answer, only shut your eyes and bite your lip. minjeong doesn't like that, resulting in her hand to pull you by the hair backwards, head facing the ceiling. your eyes shot open at the contact and you see her blown pupils staring into yours.

her voice comes out low and dark, "answer me whore. tell me what you are, I wanna hear you say it."

you gulp down a lump in your throat, debating if you should listen to her or to your morals. all sense jumps out the window when she sexily raises her eyebrow at you, an expectant expression sitting on her aroused face.

fuck it whatever, she's too fucking hot, "I'm your slut, minjeong, all yours."

finishing the arrangement? what a joke! she has your legs spread wide open on the soundboard, skillful fingers pumping in and out of your squelching cunt, your head thrown back, moaning into the hot air of the studio. her one hand plunging deep into your pussy while the other one is wrapped around your waist, holding you close, keeping your thighs propped open with her body. and she's just watching you, her mouth slightly open and lips a deep dark plump red, her messy hair tousled, bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead. she loves watching how your face contorts in response to her digits curling to hit that delicious spot in your hole, hitting it repeatedly, her palm slapping against your clit with every quick thrust of her hand. the sounds of your croaky moans, wet and clenching pussy, and her heavy breathing fill the sound-proof room, the thought of productivity not even grazing either of your minds.

the pleasure built so much, you felt that knot in your stomach tighten. minjeong quickened her pace as she felt your legs start to shake around her, sensing how close you were to cumming. it was all too much and you suddenly orgasmed, crying out moans with every wave of delight that surged through your body, thighs trembling, eyes rolled back and mouth hung open, your hands gripping her shoulders for dear life. she intently watched with a lustful stare at every expression your face made while you came, memorizing how good you looked when she fucked you. pulling her fingers out and collecting every drop of cum you leaked onto her hand and wrist, licking it clean until a thin sheet of her saliva remained.

"open your fucking mouth and stick your tongue out," she demanded with a deep voice.

you obeyed and gagged, feeling her tongue shove itself down your throat, forcefully swallowing her saliva and your cum. drool seeped out the sides of your lips as she continued her onslaught in your mouth, feeling her clothed hips grind against your sensitive clit, moans slipping out of your throat in the form of gags.

she'd pull away suddenly, tongue exiting your mouth with a wet slurping noise, making you cough. "you. are. mine. remember that."

she'd remind you, running her damp fingers through her hair.

these late night escapades continued to occur with every single long session held in the studio (she definitely recorded some audios of you guys fucking for sureeee). the creative part of you wanted beomgyu to stay and help with the music, but the sinful part of you so desperately wanted him to leave as soon as possible to have his sister all to yourself. your best friend never caught on to you and minjeong, but oh, yeonjun and aeri caught on like THAT. the tension between you two was so palpable, the two older members would side eye you during practices and giggle to each other, watching the two of you eye fuck from across the room.

eventually, the band's popularity would build and proceed to skyrocket, leading to your guys' first tour. tour meant performing together, traveling together, being with each other, and ultimately, tour meant being with minjeong. and so when management would get 3 hotel rooms for you all, 1 for the boys, 1 for the girls, and well, 1 for aeri being the sleeping beauty she is, rooming with minjeong meant a few things. practicing together, writing and composing together, and sleeping together (for the girls in the back, SEX).

throwing you onto the bed as soon as you reach your hotel room, tearing your clothes off and pinning you down, sloppily kissing each other. she'd prep you by eating you out, sticking her wet muscle inside of your leaking core, caressing your walls and flicking against your g-spot. you bit down hard on the pillow, muffling your moans as her thumb covered in her saliva rubbed against your throbbing clit. her pulling away right before you came and putting on a strap-on she brought on tour (for you of course!), wasting no time in thrusting it into you.

the pillow probably did nothing to silence your screams as she mercilessly fucked you into the mattress, hand pressing down on your lower stomach to feel her cock pumping in and out of you, the tip of her dick hitting your cervix again and again, her thumb still stimulating your clit. minjeong had your back arching, your hands flew everywhere, trying to grip onto anything to ground yourself, but nothing was enough, even as you screamed and bit down on your pillow. your eyes watered and your vision blurred as she rammed into you, the dark-haired girl moving her hands to wrap around your neck, choking you, gradually adding pressure with every rough thrust. her pants eventually became moans too, loving the feeling of the side of her strap hitting that delicious spot inside of her too, slapping her clit against yours as she bottomed out in you.

"I'm gonna fucking cum in you y/n, I'm gonna knock you up, fill you up until you're leaking both of us," minjeong growls above you, lowering her face to level with yours.

you feel tears fall down the sides of your face and your throat sore from another scream ripped out of you as well as her hands around your neck as she throws the pillow in your mouth onto the floor, attaching her mouth to yours instead. you cry onto her tongue as you orgasm against her strap, toes curling and legs wrapped around her waist, nails digging into minjeong's shoulders, cum gushing out of you as you feel her cock shoot fake ropes of white liquid into you, filling you up. you feel her shake in your arms too as she cums, her pleasure leaking out onto your thighs, soaking the bedsheets. she collapses on top of you, both of you desperately gasping for air, her dick still inside of you, keeping the fake cum from leaking out.

"good thing we have another bed."

of course being on tour also meant fucking in the green room before a performance. having done interviews all morning, having a concert for the tour tonight, minjeong was so mean! she had you wear a vibrator the entire day! it would be on the lowest setting up until the interviewer would ask you a question. she would turn up the intensity and you would squirm as you tried to answer, gripping your ripped jeans, almost causing another tear. and so when you two were left alone in the green room for just a minute, she took you right then and there, your legs wide open on the sofa, her mouth stimulating your clit while she increased the vibrator's setting to max, thrusting it in and out of you.

you were screaming in pleasure, all the built up tension in your stomach finally being relieved with each pump of the sex toy in your pussy. you clutched onto her leather jacket for dear life as you came all over her face, squirting everywhere. she licked as much as she could and you both worked quickly to clean before anyone came back. your members, staff, and the fans would notice you limping around on stage that night, winter with an especially evil smirk resting on her face.

being on tour also meant getting fingered in the bathroom backstage. it's literally 10 minutes to showtime, but minjeong NEEDED to fuck you now! her calloused fingers pumping in and out of you while you reciprocated fingering her too. both of your skirts hiked up and panties pushed to the side (no safety shorts? idk this is fiction, ignore it!), moaning desperately into each others mouths as you messily and sloppily made out against the bathroom stall door. curling your fingers at the same time, biting down on her lip while her fingernails dug into your thigh at the feeling. rolling your hips against her palm to stimulate your clit, her repeating the motion and pinning you harder to the door so that your bodies were flush against one another.

screaming into each other's mouths as you came at the same time, cum dripping down your wrist. quickly cleaning one another up (with your tongues, yup) and running to your places since there was literally THIRTY SECONDS to showtime! beomgyu confusedly looking at you two in frustration, asking where you guys had been, yeonjun and aeri rolling their eyes laughing, still lowkey irritated that you guys were LITERALLY FUCKING instead of getting ready to perform smh. everyone definitely noticed the redness in both of your cheeks. winter had fingered you with her calloused hand, the dampness making it more difficult to play the chords during that show, the band noticing the change in effectivity too (how technical!).

at some point, the fans would notice the tension between you two. who wouldn't ship the lead singer with the guitarist in a band anyway right? especially when it's the hot dark wolf-cut emo guitarist winter and the stunning pretty charismatic lead singer. but of course that wasn't the only reason, you guys were soooo obvious. you're singing the flirty and seductive lyrics towards her, minjeong returning a smirk back at you and sticking her tongue out while she fingerpicks her guitar, raising her eyebrows when she does. trailing your fingertips over her bare skin in skimpy outfits they'd put her in onstage, singing the lyrics into her ears.

or literally just flat out fucking saying it. like having those soundcheck Q&As where fans would ask you questions like "if you were to date one of the members, who would you date?"

answering each other's names at the same time, causing everyone to laugh in the audience, beomgyu gagging, and yeonjun and aeri holding back laughter. minjeong following up by saying something like "I mean, it's not like it hasn't happened before." LIKE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

or when you and winter are in an interview and they ask what the inspiration was behind a particular song, let's say a more sexy song, and she responds first, "well, every song that we've written has influences from our own personal experiences."

the interviewer would be like, "so then is it true when you sing quote 'I might fuck your friend, I made my mind up'?"

you blush profusely and winter just dies laughing, "I'll let you guys decide that one."

"y/n, you wrote "we go for hours and it's still good" correct?" the interviewer continues.

"yes yes but the details don't really matter do they?" you nervously laugh while minjeong drills holes into the side of your head, staring at you with a playful and sinister smirk on the side.

my favorite headcanon to think about is online discourse regarding you and minjeong. your guys' new mv dropped for your latest single and there are a bunch of scenes with you and winter acting like an angsty couple in the rain, making up in the end by having an alluded to sex scene (lmao, wild if this actually would ever happen).

I just imagine twt going INSANEEE.

slut4winter: DID Y/N AND WINTER FUCK AT THE END OF THE VIDEO?!?!?

y/nonechancepls: i literally cannot defend minjeong and y/n anymore...

beomgyuswolfcut: bro, winter fr cucked her brother from y/n 😭😭

aerifuckinguchinaga: win-y/n's chemistry is a lil too real yall 💀

drumjunyeonjun: not them saying it was their fav scene to film, the closet is made out of AIR, IM SICK OF U F WORDS !!!

and of course, despite all of this, your dear bestie and minjeong's brother doesn't catch on. at times, beomgyu will be all what the fuck is going on when you two say something that has double entendre or has some sort of underlying meaning.

yeonjun usually just pats him on the back while laughing, "oh my friend, never change, never change."

aeri being such a nosy friend LOVES hearing you rant about it, chin propped up on her fist, leaning forward against the table, a cheeky grin on her face. with every spicy detail, she's always just like, "girllll, you're insane and wild, but good for you!"

a/n - like rq, through a guitarist pov, winter is so attractively good at guitar it pisses me off. also headcanon songs this band would make are like wdywfm by the neighbourhood, sex by the 1975, do I wanna know by arctic monkeys, and slow down by chase atlantic. incredibly self indulgent hc and WHAT ABOUT IT!!

[abbyromanoff]

Could you do: beefy!gp!Carol who gets jealous after seeing you flirt with one of the avengers?

UNFAIR

PAIRINGS: Carol Danvers x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,019

WARNINGS: smut, Carol has a dick, angst, break up sex, fluff, secret love, jealousy, captain!C, praise, smut, cumming on body, jerking off, no protection, pregnancy, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“That’s not fair, Y/N.” Carol proclaimed, and you had to bite your lip to prevent further disagreeance.

“You can’t just walk around and- and act like you’re all up for grabs, that’s not fair.” You clasped your hands together at her dejected face, and she plopped on the bed with a sigh.

“Carol, we’re not together anymore, I- I can talk to who I want without consequences.” She shook her head and placed it in her hands, her fingers digging at her scalp as red nearly exploded across her face. She was angry, you both knew that, but it wasn’t just anger and frustration that coursed through her veins; it was sadness, betrayal. She had no reason to feel this way, like you said, you weren’t even hers anymore. But she still felt a lingering pain deep in her chest, it felt worse than any bruise you’d tend to.

“But I still love you-“

“But you can’t, Carol. You can’t keep doing this to yourself, you deserve to move on and be happy.” There was a silence filling the room, and for a moment you thought she might’ve wanted you to leave. Which you began doing before you heard a mumbled whisper. You turned, asking for the repetition you needed.

“But I want to be happy with you. I am happy with you, why won’t you just accept that? Why won’t you accept me?” You gulped, your voice seeming to hide with it as you shook from a sigh.

“We weren’t good for each other.” She stood suddenly, and your hand was taken in hers for a soft peck.

“But you were good for me. You made me feel things I never felt before, and I want to be with you again. Please, I- I promise I’ll change! Whatever you need, I’ll do it all. I’ll do anything for you, dove.” Her pleading eyes had always been impossible to ignore, and the same continued even now. You couldn’t resist her, she was the love of your life, after all.

“Just one last time, okay? We’ll have sex, and in the morning I’ll be gone, deal?” She wanted you to stay, but she knew this was the best chance she’d have at seeing you again. If she said no, who knows if you’d ever come back.

“I’ll make it worth your while then, Y/N.”

“Fuck, I’m- I’m so close, baby.” The woman mumbled, and you had to stifle a moan that still found its way out of you.

“I know, Carol, I know, sweetheart.” Your fingers dug threw her hair, your nails scratching her scalp softly in a soothing manner. Her eyes fluttered shut as her free hand fell to your hardened nipple, the other landing on your cheek as she used her thumb to stroke the soft skin.

“Can I…can I kiss you?” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. But you nodded, and she instantly drew you in for a passionate, loving kiss. She noticed the goosebumps along your skin, and she drew back for only a moment, her lips lingering against yours as you begged internally for more.

“I know you’re cold, just hold onto me.” Your arms went around her back, your legs wrapping around her ass as tears threatened to escape you. You sighed in relief when her mouth met yours again, and her body heated up to the perfect temperature to keep you warm.

“Please, captain, I want you to cum in me.” She shook, and her thrusts were coming to a halt. But she kept up, determined to force your quickening arrival first. And the moment you hit your peak and eventually regained your breath, she immediately drew out, stroking her cock until reaching her peak. Her coil snapped, and her release painted your body. You looked up at her, confused as to why she dismissed your request.

“I don’t want you to make a decision you’ll regret. If you’re serious about..about leaving me, then I’m not going to get you pregnant and force you to handle something you can’t.” She seemed hurt at the thought, you always knew she wanted a kid, a family. She wanted that family with you, however, and you caught yourself daydreaming about the same possibility she offered you.

“You didn’t leave.” She noted, and you turned to face her with a grin, the towel covering your wet body. The shower had streaks of steam running down it, and she could tell by your looks that you had just finished taking one.

“No, I didn’t.” She sat up instantly, and you bit your lip at her exposed chest through the see-through tank top. Her nipples were hard under the cold aroma, and all you could imagine was wrapping your lips around them and hearing her groans of pleasure.

“Are you going to?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“…I know a good diner if you’re willing to stay long enough for breakfast.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” You never would’ve expected close to a year later that you would continue to lie next to her, your hands interlacing as her free one was set on her book. Her reading glasses were on the brink of her nose, and you looked out the window to admire the scenery.

“I still can’t believe you took me to space.” She chuckled, placing a kiss on the back of your palm as she followed your gaze.

“It’s pretty great isn’t it?” You hummed, receiving a wrap of arms around your body. Her book was now in front of you, and she read it quietly in your ear. You cuddled into her chest, poking her strong biceps that she teasingly flexed.

“Thank you for not giving up on me, Carol.” She paused, taking a moment to leave soft pecks on your neck.

“I could never give up on you; on us.” She rubbed her thumb over your swollen stomach, smiling softly as she spoke a greeting to the arriving young girl.

“The moment we land on Earth, nothing can stop me from meeting my little one.”

“As long as I have you two, I’ll be okay.”

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Grind With Me

Summary: After the defeat of Thanos, the Avengers are assembled for a convention meeting.

Warnings: smut

You were at some convention with the Avengers. You were working hard at keeping the visitors handled and cared for appropriately. Steve was having a hard time, being around such a large crowd of humans again. Natasha seemed bored of the whole affair. Tony was having the time of his life, seeing as he lived in the spotlight all his life.

Clint flirted with a few females, causing his spectators to tell him off multiple times. Thor, of course, couldn’t make it, calling the event silly and unworthy of a God’s time. Peter Parker was enthralled by the attention he was receiving throughout the day. Wanda teased a few people, showing off her powers alongside Vision. The Guardians were off in another section, getting hammered with questions. Carol Danvers was away at a different table with Nick Fury.

Soon enough, the crowd surrounding the pack dissipated, allowing your friends to go grab a breath of air outside. Eventually, it was only you and your boyfriend Bucky standing around helping to clean the area before the other convention workers had gone off to rest before the new crowd of celebrities had set up around the area.

“You look bothered,” he spoke softly, running a finger down your cheek as he moved over to you, leaning against the counter, crossing his ankles.

You smiled. “I’m fine, Bucky, really.”

“You know,” he spoke slowly as he looked around the area, a suspicious glint settling in his irises. “I always wanted to come to these places with Steve when we were younger.”

“You mean, when you were back in the Golden Age?” You teased as he stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing along your shoulder.

“You know, kitten,” he purred in your ear, knowing you loved the pet name he gave you whenever he was aroused. “There’s one thing I love to hear more than the silence around us right now. Do you know what that is?”

“What?” You swallowed down, feeling his hardened cock pressing agaisnt your ass through his jeans.

“I want to hear you moaning my name,” he whispered as he slid one hand down your torso and swiftly unbuttoned your jeans. He slid his hand inside your panties and mewled at the wetness that had already pooled along the material. “You’re already so wet for me, doll.”

You nodded before he pulled your panties to the side and starting rubbing at your clit. Your leg jolted at the sudden feeling, causing a slight whiper to fall from your lips.

“We have maybe fifteen minutes unless you want to get caught, Y/N,” he smirked, working at his pants with his other hand.

You smirked. “Challenge accepted.” And with that Bucky’s mouth met yours in a heated kiss before he bent you over the counter and nearly tore your jeans down your thighs with one hand as he worked to free his own arousal.

Once his cock was free from its confinements, his fingers found your senstive nub and had begn to circle it with his fingers.

As you ran your fingers through his soft brown locks, a moan fell past his lips, letting his eyes close in blissfulness. His lips molded together with your own as his hands wound around your body, pulling you tighter to his chest. He slid his hands down to your ass, squeezing and massaging your cheeks roughly.

You begun grinding your hips into his own, moans falling between your lips in gasps and pants. You felt his growing erection beneath his slacks. You never imagined how devilish you would feel with this man. Yoiu shushed him quietly as a moan escaped from his throat, almost vibrating in the silence of the room, your painted lips ghosting from his lips, meeting his jawline, his throat, his shoulder, biting, niobblign, suckling.

Once your teeth had grazed against the sensitive place on your neck, he let out a soft growl, flipping you onto your back against the couch, postionng himself between your ledgs.

“You really want him to find out about us, darlin’,” he smirked his voice deep with lust. “Don’t you?” With one hand, he inched the hem of your dress up your thighs, showcasing your panties, building the material at your waist. Instead of removing the panties, he pushed them to the side with a hooked finger. He pressed hungry, wet kisses against your thighs until he had reached your dripping wet, sensitive clothed core.

You’re hips jut upward towards his face as he eyed your cunt, tongue darting out to wet his lips as you locked a gaze with him. You laced your fingers through his hair, tugging at his locks. His eyes gazed at yours for one final moment before licking one long stripe from your entrance to your aching core. Your head threw back as your back arched in pleasure, finally receiving a small hint of friction you had so desperately craved.

Bucky hummed in appreciation while his tongue explored your folds, circling your clit for a moment until he begun tongue fucking you once he noticed your boy convulsing from pleasure.

You wanted to scream out his name in the most pleasurable way, but you knew you couldn’t. His mouth traced pattern upon pattern against your entrance, fucking you harshly. He knew your climax was arriving and he quickened his pace.

“James,” you breathlessly sighed, receiving a hum in response. Your breath caught in your throat as two of his fingers found a place in your mouth before he retracted them and ran them down your labia once more, plunging into your entrance, curling until they found that sweet spot inside of you.Your hips rocked gently onto his face as the knot in your stomach tightened. You had been so close to a release as he began to nibble softly against your nub of nerves, unable to contain the moan that fell from your throat.

He never ceased his assault, tongue fucking you while rubbing his cock against the couch for friction of his own. Another bout of release blindsided you, momentarily causing white circles to cloud your vision. Crying out in pleasure, Bucky slapped his hand over your mouth to muffle the volume. He gently worked you through another orgasm until you were breathlessly laying against the couch when Bucky returned to hover over you, your orgas covering his chin and mouth.

“You have to be quiet, Y/N,” he warned as he unbuckled his belt and pants, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxer briefs, allowing his erection to spring free from its confinements. He lined up with your entrance. You grabbed bucky’s hand and placed it roughly over your own mouth, knowing you wouldn’t be able to quell that moans that fell past you lips once he entered your body.

He slid inside yo, waiting until you had adjusted to his cock before slowly moving deeper inside you. A moan escaped your lips as he stretched your sensitive walls. When he began to move, you had become a squirming mess. Your nails cracked down the back of his shirt as he slowly thrust inside of you, searching for the right angle for pleasure for the pair of you.

You linked your heels behind his back to help assist him. Once he found the spot, you quivered involuntarily.. He smirked as he continued prodding inside you, grinding his pelvic bone against your core with every slow, deep thrust. You’d never felt this amount of desperation before, never knowing how your stomach could knot so tightly in pleasure.

“Let yourself go,” he whispered, his voice thick against your ear.

Within a few more powerful thrusts, you had your release; your body shaking violently, orgasm almost unbearably ethereal as fireworks clouded behind your eyelids. Bucky’s grunt was the only thing you could comprehend as his release quickly followed your own.

He kissed your lips softly just before his body fell onto yours in a blissful heap. Neither of you moved for a long moment, the only sounds in the room made by your breathing slowing down. “Sorry about the mess.” you finally spoke, glancing at the dark spot covering his trousers.

“Don’t worry about it,” Bucky weed you off, kissing your forehead before moving to sit himself on the couch. You swung your legs and attempted to stand, quickly realising you had a case of wobbly legs.

The pair of your giggled for a moment until he stood and stumbled over to his desk and grabbed a box of tissues before wiping himself down and limping over to you and helping you wipe yourself as well. You gave bucky one final longing kiss before speaking, “Wish me luck tonight?”

“Take care, Y/N,” Bucky bid as you tiptoed out of his office on weak knees.

[thankeywa]

Star-crossed | Lo'ak x fem!human!reader pt. 2

Part two of my Lo'ak x reader fic (you can find part 1 here), also posted on @lucozadehulahoop. Trying to post all of my avatar stuff on this account, so follow me on here like the 7 badasses who already have done so! Thank you all so much for the love, this story is ongoing so let me know if you want to be on the tag list. I will be getting to some requests next! Unfortunately, it is exam season for me y'all, but keep the requests coming because writing keeps me sane.

part 3 part 4

Warnings: once again, both Lo'ak and the reader are 20y/o, and there will be eventual mature stuffs, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT with this or anything on my accounts.

words: 1K

summary: reader is a human left behind on pandora, she grew up with the remaining humans who'd been aloud to stay on the planet after the war and has been friends with the Sully clan her entire life. She and Lo'ak were best friends until he began to pull away from her in their teen years for seemingly no reason. This story is about them reconnecting on the day of her twentieth birthday, and dealing with the feelings they have for each other and the obstacles that come with them being from two different worlds.

Translations for this chapter:

Ngaru lu fpom srak? = Are you alright?

Eywa ngahu = (May) Eywa be with you

Y/n stepped outside the bunker and turned around the corner. Lo'ak was there, after all, hastily trying to get up and off his ass before she could see him. He cussed, giving himself away, but only managed to get back up on his knees, before freezing in his tracks. He hadn't seen her face to face in so long, he didn't know what to do with himself. Why was it so hard for him to even say a word all of a sudden? Lo'ak felt like he couldn't breathe.

The sunlight had gone, but now the entirety of the forest was a glow with the night, along with the 'freckles' on the Na'vi's skin, making him look like a constellation come to life. Y/n could see it: how much taller Lo'ak had grown since the last time she'd seen him. He'd also filled out his lanky features a little more; she imagined it was due to all of that training Jake and Neytiri put their kids through. "Hey..." she hugged herself, not really dressed for the cold air of the night. "Ngaru lu fpom srak?" She asked in concern, but he simply stared back at her. "Are you hurt? Is something out there...?"

"I'm fine." Lo'ak managed finally, and y/n looked away.

That was all he had to say to her after all those years?

All of a sudden, Y/n felt stupid and naive. Who was to say he'd come to see her on purpose? It had just been her own wishful thinking playing tricks on her. With how much of a clutz she remembered Lo'ak being, he'd most likely just fallen out of a tree by accident. She'd just wanted to check he wasn't in any immediate danger.

"Well." She quipped. "If there's nothing I can do for you, Eywa ngahu." Y/n bid him goodnight, and Lo'ak had to bite his tongue to stop himself from calling out to her. He'd made the mess they were in, and now y/n probably thought he'd shown up just to mess with her head. Eywa knew, he hadn't meant for y/n to see him. He'd just wanted to get a glimpse of her, tired of hearing his family constantly talking about her with him no longer being a part of her life.

By his own fault, nobody else's, as Neteyam had said.

But no, it wasn't just that. What did his brother know? What did any of them understand of the pain he was in? He was in love with a human. With his best friend. Someone who could never want back him the same way he did. Someone so infuriatingly understanding and accepting of him, she'd just talked to him with the same kindness and patience in her eyes as she'd done since they'd been kids together. As if he hadn't thrown it all back in her face. As if the past four years had never happened.

Why couldn't she just hate him?

"You know what—" He started, but was immediately cut off.

The second y/n was a about to turn away and walk the other direction, a blood curling growl was heard from the not so far away distance, and she immediately reached out for Lo'ak, who was about to run his mouth as always. Too distracted with what was going on in his own head to see the danger around him. He'd knelt down to her level, which made shutting his mouth a lot easier.

Y/n hadn't even thought about the fact that she'd basically pinned the Na'vi against the outside wall of her home, as if she could shield him from whatever hell was out there, until she could feel his laboured breath against her skin.

Something was moving out there, and that was all she could think about.

"I-N-S-I-D-E." She signed across the plane of his chest. "N-O-W." y/n looked into Lo'ak's yellow eyes to see if he'd understood that they would have to reasume talking another time.

She leaned against his side, guiding them slowly through the dark, when suddenly the damn fool decided to hoist her up and start running. It didn't fail to alert the Thanator that had been out prowling nearby for a midnight snack. Y/n dug her nails into Lo'ak's skin, probably drawing blood, and struggled to keep quiet as they got through the door. She yanked the Na'vi inside with her, not trusting Lo'ak not to do something stupid like stand outside and fight the apex predator of the forests of Pandora.

"Shit, shit, shit‐"

"Shut. Up." They snapped at each other in the dark in hushed tones.

She put out all the lights and they both lay down on the floor, holding onto each other as they listened to the beast's heavy paws prowl the grounds just outside her door, along with the slight snarl it made every time it exhaled. Lo'ak held her close, maybe a little too tight, while his other hand went to his dagger.

If the Thanator did decide it was going to attack the bunker until it got through, Lo'ak was going to throw himself at it with everything he had. He wanted to say everything he hadn't told y/n up until that point, realizing how cruel it would be for either one of them to die thinking their once best friend hated them. Y/n saw the Thanator's shadow on her kitchen floor as it passed by the window, and closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against Lo'ak's shoulder.

"Eywa, please, not him. He is he one of your people... I'll do anything. Please..." She chanted, mustering up her best Na'vi as tears began to stream down her face.

Y/n couldn't believe it. She actually was praying. Not that she didn't believe Eywa was a very real goddess. Y/n simply didn't think humans had the right to ask anything of the Mother of Pandora. Yet she meant it, wholeheartedly. She would have repaid any debt in exchange for Lo'ak safety, knowing full well that the words that were leaving her mouth were not to be taken lightly.

And Lo'ak knew it too.

He was the one to muffle her ramblings this time, covering her mouth with his overly large hand, eyes wide with fear, and his ears now pointed backward. Y/n had just vouched for his life to be saved at any price.

What have you done?

Lo'ak wanted to scream at her, and he knew she could see it in his eyes. Y/n didn't care.

Her prayers had just been answered and the Thanator was gone.

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[cream0fwheat1998]

The Parts Only We know Ch.1

part 2

Bully!Dark!Eddie Munson x Reader

*Intimidation, more serious bullying (no wedgies cause that shit is cringe), non-Con (eventually), abusive/toxic-ish relationship*

It's gotten worse, y/n thought looking at the bluish-purple bruise on her leg. She dug through her clothing drawers and pulled out a long pair of pants. Even though a skirt would make more sense considering the warm weather, a skirt would also bring her unwanted attention.

With her parents still asleep, she took light steps around the house and gathered her supplies. She took her seat on the bus and listened to her Walkman alone. The bus ride to school is the only time of day she'd feel peace because once she stepped off the bus, she switches to survival mode all because of Eddie Munson.

Y/n swerved through the hallways while trying to hide her face. She avoided him all day and even though they were both seniors they didn't share any classes. A tap on y/n's shoulder made her jump and squeal like a mouse.

Robin put her hands up in defense, "Woah it's just me! Are you alright?" She asked, squeezing Y/n's shoulder to comfort her.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just didn't sleep much last night and my advanced classes have been kicking my ass." Y/n admitted.

"I won't be much help but if you need a study partner I'm here for you. Also sorry Steve and I didn't pick you up this morning." Robin continued walking by y/n.

Y/n took no offense, she actually had her own license but didn't have a car. Her dreams of an independent morning commute were dashed when her parents saw her slipping grades and decided that if she couldn't handle schoolwork, she wasn't mature enough to handle a car.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders and continued looking side to side for a tall, brunet man who wore lot's of rings. She thought she saw glimpses of him, shadows of his figure in the corner of her eyes, the top of his head behind large groups of people or his laugh in the midst of all the hallway chatter. It's like, on the days where she couldn't find him anywhere, his essence the devil permanently attached to her back.

After school, Robin dragged y/n into the woods to watch some friends play some nerd, fantasy game. D&D, and it sounded kinda fun but she didn't have time for games these days.

Closer to the abandoned lunch table, farther away from the school, she could hear yelling. People arguing about scores, dice rolling and lore. But what made her stop was the man standing at the head of the table.

Eddie lifted his head to see Robin and his favorite plaything walking his way. He smirked at the way y/n stopped frozen in her tracks, daring herself not to come any closer.

"Ah, come on y/n! I don't bite!" Eddie yelled, gesturing for the girls to observe the game. Robin laughed at Eddie but Y/n knew he was lying. Eddie Munson DID bite and scratch and hit and hurt her many times over the years.

The campaign ended with a win for the freshmen nerds. Eddie clapped and hugged his friends; Eddie was anything but a poor sport. Everyone shuffled off after Nancy dragged Mike away because she had to drive him home.

Steve and Robin offered to drive me home but before I could accept, Eddie put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him.

"I'll drive her guys! See you later." Eddie jingled his keys and waved his friends off.

When no one was around, Y/n was pushed against a tree. Her bag fell on the ground with its' contents scattered amongst the dead grass and dirt.

"You think you can avoid me the whole year huh?" Eddie accused Y/n, giving her a slap in the face.

Cupping her burning cheek, y/n turned her face away from Eddie's predatory gaze. "I'm sorry Eddie...." She said.

Eddie was in a forgiving mood and sighed, backing away from Y/n just a little. His heart ached to see her avoid eye contact with him but she did this to herself. She needed a reminder if his rules.

"Can you look at me? Please?" Eddie asked, cupping y/n's chin with his fingers.

Hesitant, y/n glanced up with her sweet, innocent eyes. Something about them made Eddie feel vulnerable, weak and under her spell. Whore magic, he decided.

With a chuckle, Eddie said, "You've caught me in a good mood. I'll forgive you this time with minimal punishment this time but if I catch you hiding from me in the hallways again, I'm gonna drag you by your hair into the closest broom closet and force my cock in your mouth. Understood?"

Y/n felt her eyes cloud with tears but forced herself to hold them back; she knew how Eddie felt about crying and didn't want to make the situation worse.

Y/n nodded, "Yes Eddie, I won't hide from you anymore."

Eddie didn't let go or her chin but got closer and kissed her forehead. He let her chin go and gave her a pat on the head, "That's my good girl. As for your punishment, you should walk home but give me a call so I know you got home safe." Eddie said walking from the woods leaving y/n there to pick up her stuff and wonder what Eddie had in store for her this year.

[sm0lprism]

Bite-Sized (8) - A BG3 G/t fanfic

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

Read on ao3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Summary: The group are finally ready to enter the Goblin Camp, and Ria is determined to join them...but what will she do when they refuse to bring her along? And, much to her horror, her brain is plagued by thoughts of Astarion of all people...and they aren't unpleasant.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav) (slow-burn, Astarion is a complete ass but eventually comes round in future chapters)

Warnings: Course language/swearing

Word count: 3.4k

“Concentrate little istik!”

Lae’zel’s blaring voice shook Ria out of her thoughts, her tiny dagger gripped loosely in her hand as she stared at her target – a giant red apple that Wyll had spared from his rations.

“S-sorry!” she spluttered, shaking her head lightly. Her mind had been distracted since the events of yesterday when Astarion had offered to make peace with her. She noticed he had started to act differently around her this morning as well – his snidey remarks had severely lessened to a degree, instead of flat out insulting her, there was a layer of gentle teasing to his tone when he spoke to her. Not only that, but he had started to look at her differently, too. His gaze oddly softened when he stared down at her now, which made her stomach do somersaults each time he glanced her way with that look.

No, stop thinking about him, I need to focus.

At this rate, she would never be able to concentrate on Lae’zel’s training. While she was in the gith’s good books, she hated to think what would happen if she were to piss Lae’zel off.

“K’chakhi!” Lae’zel hissed, narrowing her gaze down at the borrower. “You are clearly distracted, little istik. I need your full attention if you are going to learn the ways of Creche K’liir.”

Ria had no idea what ‘k’chakhi’ meant, but judging by Lae’zel’s tone, it obviously didn’t mean something good.

“I won’t get distracted again,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “I’m ready.”

Lae’zel pursued her lips in thought. “Chk. Go ahead, little istik.”

She gripped her small dagger until her knuckles turned white before exhaling slowly. Centring herself, she lunged towards the ruby-red apple with calculated precision before unleashing an array of slashes onto the fruit. Whilst the apple was still incredibly large compared to the borrower, the impact of her blade on the fruit did jostle it slightly.

Heaving a sigh, she stepped back as beads of sweat gathered on her forehead. She craned her neck up at the gith, hoping that her efforts were acceptable.

Lae’zel’s face was as hard as stone, revealing no sign of true emotion behind her cold glare.

Ria’s heart skipped a beat as the silence became louder.

After what felt like an eternity, Lae’zel finally spoke.

“That is acceptable, little istik. You have improved, albeit only slightly.” The very small traces of a smile tugged across her mouth.

Relief swelled in Ria’s chest upon hearing the gith’s words. At least she was making progress.

“You still have a long way to go,” Lae’zel mused. “But do tell me, what is it that has you so distracted? That cannot happen again if you are to truly learn the ways of my people.”

Ria hesitated, her mouth suddenly going very dry. Was it a good idea to tell Lae’zel the truth? Did she even want to tell her the truth?

No, I can’t tell her.

“It’s nothing!” Ria answered. “It won’t happen again. I promise.”

Lae’zel arched an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but she didn’t press her on the matter further.

“Chk. Fine, little istik.” Lae’zel dropped to one knee, her gaze focused on Ria’s small frame.

“Continue.” 

Inhaling a deep breath, Ria emptied her mind and pushed the thoughts of Astarion out of her brain. There was literally no reason for her to be so distracted. She didn’t even like Astarion anyways – she would be out of her mind to even entertain the idea. Right?

Shaking her head, she returned her focus back to the task at hand. Lae’zel was watching intently and she could feel the gith’s gaze searing into the back of her neck. Gripping her dagger firmly, she swallowed thickly.

Just as she was turning to attack, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Astarion having a conversation with Wyll. In that moment her entire body froze, her gaze completely fixed on Astarion. She drank in his features, noticing how his eyes crinkled as he laughed at something that Wyll must’ve said, the smile lines deepening on his face. The exaggerated hand movements that he made as he replied to Wyll’s remark had such a flair that Ria couldn’t describe – she hadn’t noticed it before, had he always done that? She could almost hear her heart threatening to tear itself out of her ribcage.

And then – his laugh – why did that have such an effect on her?

“Tsk’va!” Lae’zel bellowed from above, shaking Ria out of her thoughts. “You are clearly too distracted today, little istik. We can resume when you are serious about this.”

“I’m sorry!” Ria quickly said moments before Lae’zel stomped off, the gith’s footfalls rattling the ground so violently that she nearly lost her balance.

Shit…well done, I’ve now pissed off the most terrifying person in the whole camp.

A knot began to form in her stomach, a manifestation of the shame that was threatening to swallow her whole during that moment. A long sigh heaved past her lips as she tried to process her emotions. Why was she getting so flustered over Astarion of all people? Sure, they had decided to start afresh the previous night, and he had been surprisingly nice to her after she had persuaded the group to rethink his feeding habits. But he had still tried to eat her, as well as everything else he had done. There was literally no logical reason why she was feeling this way, and yet…she couldn’t ignore the feelings that swelled in her chest.

Gods, something is VERY wrong with me.

Violent earthquakes nearly caused Ria to fall off balance as everyone gathered around the centre of the camp not far from where she was standing. Being surrounded by towering giants was certainly something she would never get used to.

“I think we need to discuss our plan of action,” Wyll announced. “The Goblin Camp is right up ahead. We should think about what we’re going to do first once we get there.”

“I think we should rescue the druid, Halsin, before we approach any of the goblin leaders,” Shadowheart chimed in. “Perhaps he could assist us with getting rid of the goblins.”

“Do you reckon we could grab a pint of beer while we’re there?” Karlach said. “I’ve heard goblins always have some kind of alcohol not far away. Oh, and food! Could we please eat something there too?”

Ria anxiously listened as her giant companions discussed their plans on infiltrating the Goblin Camp, her heart hammering in her chest. If she was going with them, she had to ask them about it now or it would never happen.

Once there was a moment of silence, she loudly cleared her throat, and sure enough, multiple pairs of giant watchful eyes were suddenly now on her.

“Please take me with you!” she exclaimed, her face growing hot as she felt nervous with so many large eyes on her.  

“No, no, I’m sorry to say, but that isn’t happening,” Gale said firmly. “A Goblin Camp is no place for a borrower like yourself. It’s far too dangerous.”

“I agree with Gale,” Wyll added. “It wouldn’t be hard for a goblin to snatch you up – and gods forbid what kind of horrible things they would do to a borrower if they found one.”

Ria stared at her towering companions in dismay. This was not the response she had been hoping for at all.

“No, please, I’ve been training with Lae’zel!” she retorted. “I can look after myself. Besides, I could just tag along in someone’s pocket or something. I can be useful, too, sneaking into tiny areas unseen!”

“Tsk’va!” Lae’zel hissed. “You are not ready, little istik. Especially if this morning’s training session is anything to go by, you have a lot to learn.”

“For once, I agree with Lae’zel,” Shadowheart said. “It’s far too dangerous for you, Ria. You’ll be a lot safer here.”

“B-but-“

“I promise we’ll bring you along another time,” Wyll smiled down at her warmly, his gaze softening as he saw how distraught she was. “But I think it’s best if you stay in camp for today. You can tag along when we’re not infiltrating a camp full of goblins.”

“No, you don’t understand!” Ria protested. “It’s important that I go with you to the camp. There’s…there’s someone I need to talk to there.”

A hushed silence fell over the group as everyone exchanged confused glances with one another.

Oh, right…they don’t know. I can’t tell them about the goblins, I promised Astarion I wouldn’t.

“And who exactly would that be?” Gale asked, one eyebrow raised.

Astarion shot her a tentative look, his brows furrowed as he watched to see how she would respond.

“M-Minthara, one of the goblin camp leaders,” Ria answered truthfully. “She…I’ve heard that she knows some things about the disappearance of borrowers. I need to find out why – this is the only lead I’ve had on any of my kind in years!”

Gale gazed down at Ria tenderly, his eyes softening with a mixture of understanding and confliction. “I understand this is very important to you, Ria, but it is simply far too dangerous. However, I will ensure that we’ll discuss this matter to Minthara when we find her and press her for answers. You can count on that.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, soldier!” Karlach added. “We won’t leave until we find out everything that we can. I promise.”

Ria felt utter helplessness constrict her body as everyone seemed content on not letting her go with them. Her plan was falling apart right before her eyes. Not that she didn’t doubt that Gale and the others wouldn’t ask Minthara for her, but she had failed to mention the blood merchant aspect and she wasn’t sure how she was going to explain her knowledge of that to everyone without going back on her promise to Astarion.

“Please, I need to come,” Ria pleaded, desperation hanging from her voice. “You don’t understand how important this is to me!”

“Ria, you can be assured that the Blade of Frontiers will carry out your request,” Wyll said. “We will press Minthara for everything that she knows about borrowers and we won’t leave until we do.”

Ria felt her resolve crumbling away like jagged pieces of stone. While she had managed to convince the group about other matters, letting them take her to the Goblin Camp certainly wasn’t one of them. At least she knew that they would find Minthara for her and hopefully she would tell them everything that she knows. Despite this, feelings of frustration boiled in her chest knowing that she wasn’t going to be there to question Minthara herself.

Large tremors shook the ground once more as everyone started moving around her, giant feet narrowly missing her tiny frame as they all began to prepare for the mission ahead. Ria remained frozen in her spot, watching with wide eyes as her giant travelling companions shifted around like towering buildings. Feeling somewhat defeated, she meandered over towards the dwindling campfire and sat down on the dusty ground. For now, she would have to settle with being alone with her thoughts until the others returned.

Violent earthquakes suddenly jolted her from her spot on the ground and she quickly craned her neck upwards.

“I see you’re stuck with camp duty,” Astarion chimed from above, smiling down at her. “How unfortunate for you.”

Ria sighed loudly and buried her face into her hands. She didn’t have the patience for Astarion’s usual bullshit right now. “Please, I don’t want to hear it, Astarion. Just leave me be.”

“Alright, have it your way,” he smirked. “I guess I won’t offer to take you with me if that’s what you want.”

Her breath caught in her throat as his words vibrated through the air, her neck snapping up to look at him once more in disbelief. “W-what?”

“I think you heard me.” He dropped to one knee, his body casting a long shadow over her small frame. He extended his hand towards her, his palm facing up, beckoning for her to climb aboard.

Ria stared at his open palm. Her eyes widened open in utter shock; her jaw slightly ajar as she processed what was happening. Was he seriously offering to take her to the Goblin Camp? Her heart thumped fiercely against her chest as she tried to think clearly. Sure, she had seen a different side to Astarion the previous night and they had agreed that they would start over. But could she start to trust him so quickly? The last time she had been in his hands he had nearly ended her life.

“Well, do you want to come along or not?” Astarion asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I thought this was important to you.”

This might be my only chance. If I don’t go now then who’s to say I won’t ever get an opportunity like this again?

“Y-you’re really offering to take me to the Goblin Camp?”

Astarion flashed her a toothy grin. The glint of his fangs in the sunlight sent a flare of fear deep in her chest.

“Of course I am, darling. After what you did for me last night, it only seems reasonable that I repay the favour.” The tips of his fingers twitched ever so slightly, as if he was growing slightly impatient that she hadn’t clambered onto his hand already.

“Do you promise you won’t crush me?” Ria questioned, swallowing thickly.

“I’m not that careless,” Astarion said. “Besides, I would never waste such a perfectly good snack.”

Ria’s face fell, her skin growing hot as panic began to settle in her stomach. She knew he was most likely joking, but seeing his teeth in the light and how dangerously he loomed over her wasn’t exactly helping. However, there was another feeling there mixed in with her blatant fear. Her heart was racing, but not because she was scared – she felt oddly flustered by his comment, and that frightened her.

Astarion’s eyes instantly grew wide with alarm, his cheeky smirk vanished from his face and was soon replaced with something else – concern.

“Shit, I guess that was a little too soon, wasn’t it?” he said, a hint of worry laced his tone. “My apologies. I promise I have no intention of eating you.”

“Um, it’s okay,” Ria managed to choke out, inhaling a shaky breath. “I would strongly appreciate it if you didn’t refer to me as food related things from now on.”

Astarion nodded. “As you wish.”

Any sensible borrower would call her a lunatic for willingly climbing onto a vampire’s hand. But her determination to find more of her own kind managed to stifle her overwhelming fear. Very tentatively she climbed onto Astarion’s open palm, her heart racing as she felt his fingers curl slightly around her tiny body.

Glancing upwards, she was met with Astarion’s piercing gaze once more. A small grin danced across his lips as he stared at her standing on his palm.

“You are such a dainty little thing, aren’t you?” he mused.

Ria grasped onto his thumb for support, a small shiver rippling through her body as the icy coldness of his skin seeped into her own. Despite the drop in temperature, blood rushed to her cheeks upon hearing Astarion’s compliment. He had just called her dainty – another word for describing something small and pretty.

Hating him was so much easier when he wasn’t making her feel so flustered.

“And you are an oversized leech,” she snapped back, shaking away the feeling of shame tangled in her brain.

A rumbling chuckle vibrated through the still air. “Such a charmer.”   

Astarion’s fingers softly folded around her tiny body, causing her to flinch from the movement, but her heart rate relaxed slightly as she remembered that he wasn’t going to hurt her. He cupped her towards his chest, his sanguine eyes peering down at her trembling in the palm of his hand.

“Astarion, we’re leaving now!” Wyll’s voice resonated loudly through her ears and immediately Astarion shielded his fingers around her tiny frame.

“I won’t be long!” Astarion responded, the sudden loudness of his voice startling her.

The world quickly shifted all around her in a matter of seconds, and she found herself being lifted upwards into the air. Before she had a moment to react, she was falling into soft, plush fabric. She turned her head upwards, a window of light shining down on her from above.

A single crimson eye loomed above her, fixated on her as she sat trembling against the fabric.

“Comfortable enough my dear?”

Astarion’s voice rumbled all around her, his words intensified now that she was so close to his chest and it sent vibrations throughout her entire body.

“J-Just don’t forget about me, okay?” she said shakily. “And remember to find Minthara. Please.”

The giant ruby eye staring down at her merely blinked, the corners creased ever so slightly, suggesting that he was smiling.

“Don’t worry, darling, I can assure you that you won’t be forgotten in there,” he mused. “It’s quite hard not to, your heart is fluttering so loudly in your chest.”

Heat quickly licked across her face like fire and she immediately turned away from his piercing gaze. His comment only caused her heartrate to increase and she felt embarrassment flaring in her stomach. It bothered her that, despite her small stature, he was still able to detect a tiny heartbeat such as hers.

Stupid vampire with his stupid super senses.

The shining light vanished from above as Astarion sealed the lip of the pocket, trapping her completely inside. She was in complete darkness now, and after a few moments of her eyes blinking, she slowly adjusted to the lack of light. Borrowers didn’t have Darkvision like elves, however, they were still able to see about 10 metres in front of them in very little light. It wasn’t as good as Darkvision, but it was still incredibly useful, especially for a borrower.

The pocket wasn’t as roomy as the tent that Gale had set up for her in camp, but it was big enough that she could stretch her legs if she pleased. She leaned her back against the wall of the pocket, or, rather, Astarion’s chest. If he were alive, from this spot this is where she would be able to feel and hear his heartbeat. But instead of that, she was greeted with silence. It was slightly unnerving, but she didn’t dwell on it.

I can’t believe I’m putting my trust in a vampire of all people…

Swallowing a lump that had begun to form in her throat, she ignored the clawing feelings of doubt swarming her brain. It was too late to back down now, and as much as she disliked it, Astarion was her best shot at finding out more information about her kind. She only hoped that Minthara would share any information that she may have, and if she didn’t…well, she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Shifting around in her position inside the pocket, she attempted to make herself comfortable. If anything, at least Astarion had excellent taste when it came to clothing – the fabric inside the pocket was incredibly soft and plush, and if she wasn’t careful, she could most definitely drift off to sleep.

No, don’t fall asleep! Stay awake!

Using her fingers, she forced her eyelids to remain open, shaking her head slightly as she moved around inside the pocket to stay awake. There was no way she would allow herself to fall asleep inside the pocket of a vampire, despite her mixed feelings towards him.

Suddenly applied pressure squashed Ria inside her fabric prison, and she let out a startled squeak in response as panic spiked through her chest.

“As-Astarion!” she spluttered, her body being crushed by what she assumed must’ve been his hand pressing against the outside of the pocket.

“Sshhh,” a loud, rumbling voice cooed all around her that was somewhat muffled due to the fabric. “Stop fidgeting around in there, you are awfully distracting.”

Heat brushed along her face as she quickly ceased struggling. She was glad that he couldn’t see her face right at that moment.

“F-Fine, I’ll stop!” she said breathlessly.

And just as soon as it was there, the pressure was gone.

Ria inhaled a shaky breath, grasping at the walls of fabric for some kind of support as she steadied herself.

It was going to be a long day.  

[krikeymate]

Fictober 2023: Day 27: “I don’t know if they will accept this.” - Betrayal. Sad and Sexy. Featuring Chad POV. Fandom: Scream Rating: T Warnings: Suggestive content.

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“I don’t know if they will accept this.”

The phrase escapes Chad’s mouth in a breathy tone. Despite his words, he makes no move to distance himself, lips hovering over hers.

Sam smirks up at him, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in.

“Who cares what they think? Haven’t we suffered enough?”

He finds himself captivated by Sam’s mouth as it moulds to a pout. Her fingers creep up to pull at his hair, a shiver running down his spine at the delightful sensation.

“Don’t we deserve to be happy?” she whispers, placing a kiss on his cheek, so close and yet so far from where he needs her to be.

Chad wets his lips, body thrumming.

“I guess you can’t choose who you fall in love with,” he sighs as Sam’s fingers scratch along his neck. “They’ll understand… eventually.”

He tilts his head to finally take her breath away, as she does his.

This has been a long time coming, he thinks. Two years of shared glances over Tara’s head, a silent secret language the two of them share.

He loves Tara, he does. They both do. But… Sam…

They’re like magnets, drawn to one another. The attraction is undeniable, a strong pull that can’t be resisted.

This will hurt Tara, no doubt. But she’ll get over the betrayal, she’ll forgive them. She’d forgive Sam anything, and Chad, well… when she sees how happy he makes her sister, she’ll have no choice.

It’s not like they were soulmates. They were just two people who were hurting, who were there for each other at the right time.

She still whispers Amber’s name in the night, longing for another.

Just like him.

He cups the back of Sam’s head and deepens the kiss, euphoric at the heavenly moan that escapes her.

It’s not close enough, he needs to be closer. He feels it burning him from the inside out, this desire, this need. Like a craving he can’t fulfil.

He slips an arm around her to cup her ass and pull her body into his, but to his confusion, it only makes her pull away.

“Do you want something?” she purrs, smirk upon her face and hands on his shoulders.

Chad nods mutely, stunned.

He thinks he’d let her kill him right now if she wanted to. If the last thing he saw was her above him, it would be the perfect end.

She shoves him back.

He falls backwards onto the bed with a grunt, air pushed from his lungs.

It becomes impossible to regain his breath as Sam begins to crawl on top of him. He’s never seen anything more divine.

She draws a finger down his chest, lower and lower.

Biting his lip, he has to look away, it’s all too much, too overwhelming.

He feels like a volcano about to blow.

His heart stutters for a moment as he notices the sheets below him.

A constellation.

This is… Tara’s bed?

He frowns, that doesn’t-

A gloved hand grips his chin, turning his head forward again.

His eyes widen in fear as it meets a familiar mask above him, robes flowing around him.

“Where do you want me, stud?” Ghostface asks, laughter in their modulated voice.

A knife slices down.

He raises his arms, eyes slamming shut.

The world goes dark, and the laughter disappears with it.

When he opens his eyes again, the weight on his body is gone, and he’s panting up at the glow in the dark stars scattered across the ceiling.

Chad snaps his head to the side at the sound of shuffling beside him.

Tara. It’s just Tara, fast asleep, a toy rabbit in her arms.

His body relaxes in an instant, as it always does when his girlfriend’s around.

He only has a brief moment of relaxation before the remnants of his dream trickle back into his memory, shoulders hunching in disgust at the thought of- of-

He can’t.

His body twitches, spiking anxiety through him.

With horror in his heart, his gaze slips down the sheets.

Oh god.

Maybe he should be going back to therapy.

[fruit-salad-ship]

Cyberpunk au thoughts while I can’t sleep.

Grey is as city kid as he gets, undercuts his competitors, gambles, cheats, but comes out on top most of the time. Though peach has had to save his sorry ass once or twice. LOVES working on her, she’s got her hands on some seriously expensive, unusual tech, he figures out all too quickly she’s a corpo run away, the gear she’s using is too high quality to be street installed, you don’t even see this in the military. Whatever she’s working with is clearly a set of unusual prototypes. She doesn’t explain where she got them, only that no one but him needs to know this. Strike it from the records.

He does a good job keeping peach in working order, despite how many odd bugs her gear has, they don’t seem to be lasting or fatal, but she can patch in and out from time to time, a very mild form of cyber psychosis, lasts a few seconds at best, but it’s like the gear she’s got has been engineered to combat that illness, and is doing a good job of keeping it at bay. He however knows that she can’t remove this gear, can’t downsize at all, ever, if she does she’ll snap like a twig and go nuts. Whatever she’s got, she’s stuck with it. His competence and discrete methods are useful to her, it’s the only reason she sticks with the big lug, that and he owes her a lot of money from her paying his gambling debts off. He gets to see how top of the line chrome works, and in turn can make his installs on more ordinary equipment far better, gaining notoriety for his work fast. And perhaps he’s entertaining, so peach gets to cash in maintenance to cover what he owes her, he’s skilled enough to tamper with her kit and not kill her in the process.

It’s a love hate situation, he jokes he could just install faulty gear, remove something while she’s under, and she snidely bites back that he won’t find a better bodyguard if she dies because of his half assed work, and her dying isn’t good for business. All bark no bite, the both of them. They would kill for each other but won’t ever say it, you got to be tough in the streets, no signs of weakness or soft methods, or people walk all over you. But they drink and laugh together, and bond eventually over beating up punk ass kids trying to mug them on the street.

Plum fist shows up at the door of a club peach is bouncing on, pretends to have no eddies, and says she’ll pay her tab in a more fun way. Peach is irked, doesn’t like the advances, hears it all the time, you can’t pay, then you get thrown out, or the venue owners might even salvage some of your installed tech to pay the debt. Plus plum’s too nosey, peach caught her trying to dive into her head, but her pricey corpo security got in the way, software to prevent people finding out just who she is and where she came from. She upgraded and maxed out that line of defence so no one knew how to crack her. The plan to get this woman alone to short her cyberwars out and get her picked up and taken home flatlines, plum is left with no choice, has to accept defeat this time and try again some other way. She leaves, and peach is left to do her job, charming some of the staff, enjoying a drink at the end of her shift and heading home. Plum loses her in the streets, somehow she’s pretty sly for someone so big.

Next time they meet peach recognises her instantly, doesn’t like that she slid up next to her at some back alley noodle bar while she’s getting ready to go to work, tells her to get lost. Plum does not. Obviously. In fact she just keeps following her, not a threat, but definitely annoying as all hell. Hangs about during her job, tries to charm her into a drink, fails, and this goes on for a while, weeks even.

Eventually being worn down, peach just accepts that plums not going anywhere, and annoyingly she’s proven useful on rare occasion, shutting people’s cyberware down who try to pick fights in the street, jamming guns pulled on her even though her armour upgrades can take the hit. Plum pretends she doesn’t know exactly what tech her target is working with. Eventually peach sits down at a bar and buys this woman a drink, saved her some scrapes and bruises, asks just what her angle is. Why’s she doing this? The only thing plum can do is lie, and she does well, says she knows peach from a long time ago, remembers her from school, a seriously high powered academy, that plum knew her from there meant she too was from a powerful place. But she says she’s running, and apparently peach did that pretty well, no one’s been able to find her, plum stresses that no one’s been able to find her since she disappeared, so who better to get tips from than someone who did it so well people stopped looking for her? Every red flag is raised, this little woman knows her, and if she knows her, and she’s here, who’s stopping others coming after her? How did she even find her? Plum says it was luck, right bar, right might, right time. It’s all a little too convenient. The questions are rigorous, but to peach, plum seems like she’s genuinely trying to get away from it all, plum paints this sob story, about being neglected and having a crap life, how money didn’t help, it just was a tool for manipulation, the evil shit she had to do to fit in. Peach isn’t buying it, but definitely understands the sentiment, IF it’s honest. And for now, despite her worries, tolerates plum being around. She got out, maybe it’s not impossible to think someone else did too. At least until she can prove one way or another that this woman’s telling the truth or not, she will put up with her. Plum is now right where she needs to be, getting closer to her target. There’s a lot of money riding on getting peach back to her family, she could gain some huge favours for completing this, make leaps in the corporate world.

Peach can’t hack well, it’s not her thing, she was always more athletic, better with a gun, with a weapon, with her hands, so background checking plum isn’t an option, but she asks grey to do it. He is ok at this, not the best but not the worst, regardless, he comes up with nothing, plums backgrounds been wiped for this job she’s doing, she’s been given a fake life, fake crimes committed, and even to him, it looks pretty believable. They’re none the wiser that she’s just infiltrating their ranks, and peach seems more open to her story knowing the records track. But she is aware that if this is a lie, the first thing someone would do would be to write a new past. She did it, it’s not impossible to think someone else could.

Life becomes more difficult for plum. Peach’s upgrades have rendered her too tough to take out in one hit, even if she’s fully hacked and immobilised, she’s surrounded herself with loyal people who she’s helped and who owe her, getting her alone is hard, and harder yet is getting her picked up by corpo security. Plum has a ten minute window to do it before peach would be back up and running, and passed off. Plums got to nail the hack before even a single interruption can occur, no mistakes, even in her impossibly tight.y encoded mind. Whatever’s been installed in this woman was to stop people hacking her long term, following her, or diving into her records. And so the long con begins. Charm her, be sweet, be naughty, be devious, be smart, be whatever peach wants to let her get closer, get in her home, behind locked doors where help won’t arrive in time. But peach is cautious, doesn’t cave to the attempts to woo her, gets a weird vibe off plum. It takes plum months, nearly a year to wear her acquaintance down. But eventually peach seems relaxed enough around her. She can be in her lap and not cause her to be on edge, plums able to get real close, enough to manually override her operating systems as soon as soon as that windows there, and the time is right. She’s charmed herself into a strategic position.

Only problem is plum is starting to see the genuine appeal. She’s getting more shreds of this woman’s past, honest stories that actually paint a worse picture than she thought, and soon there’s a realisation that in sending peach home, she’d be sentencing her to a fate worse than death, living as a person she hates, doing things she never wanted to do, following the steps of a family she did not want to be part of. Eventually plum realises death might still come for her, some of the family want peach gone, some want her to stay away, stay in the streets, not return to take up the mantle. They’ll kill her if she comes back, or try at least. Somehow staying in the deadly streets of the city is safer than the walls of her home.

Suddenly it makes sense, grey overhears these conversations, they hang out in his den, where he works on clients, he isn’t oblivious to their chats. Peach’s implants are so special because she’s the test subject. When she ran, she ran with crazy expensive one of a kind gear, and the family want it back, those assets, HER, both are invaluable, they’re not just off the shelf, these are made to turn this woman into a killer, a real killer, one who’ll get away with it no matter what. They’re custom fit to her genetic code, you can’t rip them out and stick them in someone else, you can’t tamper with them, they’re unique and the engineering that’s gone into them is above and beyond what’s available even at the highest pay grade. Peach’s family want their little murderer back, to complete the install process, she’s missing a couple parts still, they want to finish the job and finally have her back working for them.

Then comes the moment plum had been hoping for. A little drunk, a little high, a little tired, peach lets her into her home, a small apartment full of plants, tidier and far more thought out than plum had expected. She has the shot, that loud city ambiance the only real sound as her host is kind enough to offer a drink, to pull a smoke, to let her into her life more than ever before. Plum questions if she can hand her in, take the money, take the power and just pretend like the last year with her wasn’t fun, and interesting, and real, especially compared to how plum’s old life was. Locked up in her room diving into files and memories, not making her own. But she lived, for real, even if only for a moment, beside peach and grey.

Peach catches plum in the corner of her eye, her vision patching in and out, plums tampering with her tech, she let her into her home and the second her back was turned this little devious snake turned around and bit her. She goes down hard, a system key given by peach’s family able to shut down the cyberware temporarily, ceasing her up, she’s vulnerable, she’s barely conscious, and yet she’s looking at her. There is anger, and then after a while, the anger subsides, and it’s just sorrow. Peach realises who she let close, a traitor, someone sent to bring her home. Plum apologises, sees her target finally fall unconscious and is left to sit and hover over the option of calling in the security detail to pick them up. It’d be so fast, so easy, the moneys right there, the powers right there. Plum realises if she doesn’t get peach home she’s as good as dead, not only would peach try to kill her no doubt, but her family would for failing too…but if she does complete the job and goes home to continue her isolated life in a tall tower away from everyone, that peach would be crushed down to fit the job role she was designated with, filled with tech she didn’t want, until it no doubt took over who she was leaving a compliant husk of her former self. She’d be a walking weapon, nothing more.

Plum doesn’t know what to do.

[megan-is-mia]

Joshu with these prompts

58. “Of course I’m jealous! You’re mine!”

84. “Pay attention to me! Why aren’t you paying attention to me!”

58. “Of course I’m jealous! You’re mine!” 84. “Pay attention to me! Why aren’t you paying attention to me!” (Yandere! Joshu Higashikata x Fem! S/o)

This is what (Y/n) got for being nice. An annoying, spoiled rich boy who would not leave her alone. Oh, why the hell had she even bothered helping Joshu in the first place? She had known the entire time it was going to bite her in the fucking ass! Maybe it was because he had looked so pitiful, standing there out on the pier with tears streaming down his cheeks. She hadn't even done anything that nice anyways, just stood next to him to stare out at the ocean and offered him a tissue for his teary eyes.

After that she couldn’t get rid of him, no matter where she went in Morioh it wasn’t long before Joshu was there too hanging off her arm and begging for attention like a cat in heat. If (Y/n) was a more aggressive gal she would have had the guts to tell him off properly. Instead, she found herself almost begging the boy for personal space. Most of the time her pleading seemed not to even reach Joshu’s ears as he shushed her and spoke loudly about the stuff that interested him.

Eventually, she grew used to it, grew used to having her own wants and needs ignored by the bratty boy. Over time (Y/n) was able to tune out Joshu and allowed herself to be dragged around in an unaware daze by the young man. After all, the effort necessary to keep nagging for her own freedom was not worth the lack of results obtained from it. Her very clear apathy towards the situation was interpreted by Joshu as not only acceptance of his feelings but a return of those very feelings.

“Baaaabe, my parents want you to come over for dinner tonight” Joshu said speaking right into (Y/n)’s ear and sending a shiver down her spine. “I’m not your babe” (Y/n) replied more out of habit than anything else. There were a lot of things she was willing to tolerate with Joshu’s delusions but the pet names were one of the things she could not stand. “Why do your parents want me to come over anyway?” she added even though she had a bad feeling that she already knew what the answer would be.

“Duh, they wanna meet my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for months, it's about time I properly introduce you to my folks” Joshu said as if that was obvious, which sent chills down (Y/n)’s spine. She was suddenly realizing just how serious the situation had gotten, how could she have let things spiral this far?! (Y/n) had thought that Joshu would get a hint and leave her alone but instead, he’d concocted this whole made-up romance between the two of them!  

“Babe! Pay attention to me! “ Joshu said poking his girlfriend’s cheek as her eyes glazed over. “Hey! Why aren’t you paying attention to me!” he protested as he continued to poke at (Y/n)’s face. Eventually, he slapped her, nice and hard, and finally her eyes focused back on him the way he liked. “There we go, gosh you made me all worked for a moment there” he said with a sigh before leaning in for a kiss. He was in for a nasty surprise when instead of a smooch he ended up with a smack across the face of his own.

“I hate you” (Y/n) said her voice low and hoarse. “I hate you so fucking much you self-centered, entitled, jealous bastard! I should have never taken pity on you! Well, I'm done doing that shit” the girl said shoving Joshu away and turning to leave. She didn't get far before her legs suddenly separated from her body and she went tumbling to the ground. “Oh (Y/n) of course I’m jealous! You’re mine!” Joshu cooed with his stand hovering over his shoulder, totally invisible to his lover. 

“I hate to have to do this but until you remember how to be nice to me, I’ll just have to keep you all helpless like this for me~” Joshu added before disconnecting (Y/n)’s eyes from her head and plunging her into eternal darkness…

THE END

[shadovan]

@never-surrender continued from here.

He expected her to just sit back and take it then? To accept his inevitable decline in sanity the longer he lived as a lich? Oh no. No no no. "You really expect me to do nothing about this?" she held up the scroll she had snagged on liches, her curious nature having certainly come around to bite her in the ass in this instance.

"There are things we can do, things that I can do to save you from insanity... if you think that I'm not going to do them, you're wrong." it was quite the sight to see her standing up for herself, to see her standing up against him when he spoke to her as plainly as he did.

Tareque looked at her as if she were spouting a foreign language to him. After the research he had done throughout his years, if certainly felt like she was.

"Do you think it is not something I have read into?" He asked the question, almost wryly. "It is inevitable," he accepted with a slight shrug. "This is a curse, not a gift, by technicality. Eventually it drives away the desire for all bodily necessity and we become a demilich." ... Or a hunter would find and destroy his phylactery. That was more likely, given the impulsive and hungering tendencies that eventually fueled a lich's actions.

He waved a hand somewhat dismissively. "That is further in the future than I can imagine, though. Love, I am practically a youth on that pathline. I hardly see it as something to worry about, yet."

[animatorweirdo]

Return To Home

You finally leave for home, and show your excitement to Maglor after finding him along the way.

Warnings: leaving, packed with a lot of water, mentions of heat stroke, Saeros being snarky as hell, insulting each other, reader gets pissed off the final time, throwing and spilling wine on someone, an excited reader with Maglor, Maglor being soft and leaving for home.

Chapter 22

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After telling your friends about the new medicine, they congratulated you and then helped you get started on leaving Doriath and returning home. You got a bag to carry the medicine recipe, the seed bags, and the letters you decided to take with you. You got your old clothes back, which were surprisingly clean and stitched up from all the holes you received from the vampires.

Luthien helped you find someone who could guide you out of Doriath and take you to the nearest town, and now the two of you were walking down the corridors. Your friends made sure to pack your bag with water so you would have enough to tolerate the sun during your journey.

“Now I’m sad to see you go. You had been so fun to have around,” Luthien said. 

“All good things must come to an end eventually. But thank you, you have been fun to have around as well,” You smiled. 

“And besides, it doesn’t have to be like we won’t hear a word from each other ever again. We can send letters to each other. Just don’t let your father find out that I live among the Noldor since he seems to have a huge issue with them,” you said. 

She chuckled.

“Will do?” she said. 

You came to one of Menegroth’s main entrances. 

“Are you sure you have enough water for the journey? Nelle was adamant that you have enough to avoid getting a heatstroke,” Luthien questioned. 

“I think two flasks of water will be enough. It’s only a day’s journey to reach Himring,” you answered, patting the water flasks inside your bag. 

“Well, how about I get you a third one just to be sure?” she suggested. 

“I’m gonna get you the third one. Wait here.” she left before you could protest. 

You obediently waited for her while glancing at some passing elves. 

“Seems like you’re finally leaving,” a familiar voice stated. 

You prevented yourself from groaning audibly and turned toward the last person you wanted to see before you left. Saeros stood there with a rather smug expression. 

“Yep. My wounds have healed and my good caregiver deemed my head was good enough to travel on my own without an issue, so it’s time for me to go home,” you answered. 

Saeros scoffed. 

“Finally. It was getting tiresome to see your face around and constantly nagging on the princess,” he remarked. 

You frowned. “I see it as accepting her requests to go on walks. You, on the other hand, seem to love nagging me even though I’m trying to mind my own business,” you stated.

“Save your tongue. Why would I waste my time on you?” he asked. 

“Well, aren’t you doing it right now?” you questioned. 

“Like… don’t you have anything better to do? I've been kindly trying to stay out of your way, mind my own business, but then you come around and try to bite me on my ass,” you said, slowly losing your patience.

“Are you desperate for drama or are you just that insufferable that you just need to show your human-hating face?” you asked. 

“Insult me once more and I will take the issue to King Thingol,” he snapped at you. 

“Of course, you would, then what? He’s gonna throw me into a dungeon because your pretty little feelings got hurt? You know, maybe that’s why you don’t have a ring or something that indicates you are married. The poor lady has to be a saint to marry someone like you,” you stated, looking him up and down.

He looked more pissed off. 

"For a human, you sure have a sharp tongue. Didn't your family teach you any manners? Is that why they live separately instead of in the same place as you? They couldn’t bear the shame of having a daughter like you?" he questioned, making you frown.

“Careful… don’t bring my family into this,” you warned him. 

“Or what? Are you gonna attack me? Did your little feelings get hurt?” he taunted. 

“I pity your father. I could never imagine myself having a daughter so unmannered and wild as you,” he added. 

“Oh, I then pray that you never end up with a daughter. I couldn’t imagine having a condescending asshole like you as a father,” you remarked. 

He seemed prepared to snap at you, but before you two could say anything else. Luthien appeared with a third water flask. 

“(Name) here you go. This should be enough to last your journey and under the sun,” she handed you the flask. 

“Thanks. you really didn't have to, but thank you,” you said gratefully. 

“Oh, lord Saeros. I didn’t see you there. I’m just sending my friend off on her journey,” she smiled. 

“Continue then. I think I’m done here,” Saeros said turning around. 

“Please do, and let us never meet again,” you said. “Be careful when you run your mouth and hurt your sensitive feelings. They might end up killing you next time,” 

“Certainly… though I cannot imagine someone so pathetic that they can’t handle mere sunlight,” he said with his back turned to you, but you heard him loud and clear. 

It was like a blood vessel popped in your head. You turned toward the nearest table where you saw a wine goblet filled with wine. You grabbed it and then tossed it at Saeros, hitting him on the head and spilling wine all over him.

A shriek echoed through the corridor and a pair of footsteps ran away. 

Maglor was walking around the town you had mentioned where you would stop before making your way to Himring. The town was bustling with people and travelers, but despite having waited for a while, there was no sight of you. Had he come too early, or had he possibly come to the wrong town?

His horse snorted at him, having become impatient walking around all day. 

Maglor felt a sense of worry. The morning already passed. Where on earth could you be? Did something happen to you? 

He stopped for a moment, contemplating whether he should make the trip to Doriath, even though it might be risky for him. He and his kin were not welcome there since the day King Thingol banned Quenya all over Beleriand.

You suddenly stopped when you saw him standing there. You recognized his horse, which made you frown curiously. 

“Maglor?” you said and he turned toward you. 

Maglor felt relief release from his chest when he saw you. 

“It is you! What are you doing here? I said in my letter that I was gonna come to Himring after passing this town.” you questioned as you walked over to him. 

“I thought it would be faster if I came to get you myself. I was also worried you might end up meeting unpleasant creatures on your way to Himring so I might have also come for your protection,” Maglor explained. 

“That’s really sweet of you. Thought I’m certain I would have been just fine on my own, “ you said as you petted his horse. 

“But! Guess what,” you rummaged through your back and grabbed the medicine recipe. 

“I finally got the medicine. Melian figured out a concoction that would allow me to be curse-free for three months,” you explained with a grin. 

“Can you imagine that, three whole ass months! I don’t even have to take extra medicines during that,” you smiled. 

“That’s… wonderful,” Maglor smiled in return. 

“And what’s even better. Melian gave me the necessary flower seeds and ingredients so I could grow them myself, meaning I don’t have to worry about my storage,” you added. 

“This accidental visit to Doriath has been the best thing to happen to me, minus the night when I turned and ended up fighting vampires,” you stated. “But I’m alright now. The wounds are barely even noticeable,” you said while Maglor listened with a soft smile. 

“My stay there was not too bad. I met my two friends, made a new one and it was alright. There was this one elf I didn’t get along. He was such a bitch and I didn’t even do anything but exist to piss him off. I believe that guy had a whole tree stuck up his ass,” you uttered. 

“And he might also be the reason why I kinda had to leave early from there,” you said and Maglor frowned. 

“Why? What happened?” he asked. 

“When I was leaving, he said something that kinda pissed me off, and then I might have thrown a goblet full of wine at him, hitting his head and getting wine all over him for the second time,” you explained with an embarrassed smile. 

Maglor progressed with what you told him before holding in a snort. The thought of some stuck-up sindar lord getting wine all over him made him crack and laugh loudly. 

“It’s not funny! I could have gotten into real trouble if I didn’t leave,” you said scoldingly. 

“I know…” Maglor giggled. 

“Then stop laughing!” you said then he looked at you, smiling wholeheartedly. You then ended up cracking into laughter as well. 

“Anyway, I’m actually really glad that you came,” you said. 

“I’m glad to see you too…” Maglor said back. 

“Shall we get going? Going through the mountains is not pleasant at night?” he said. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said as you two started walking through the town. 

“You know, maybe I should learn to ride a horse, especially if I end up somewhere distant again, but the last time I rode something was a pony when I was five,” you started. “I could arrange someone to help you learn if you like. Or I could teach you myself,” Maglor answered. 

“That would be lovely, but wouldn’t have anything better to do than waste your time on a mortal like me?” you asked and he chuckled. 

“You are never a waste of time to me,” he said as you journeyed back to Himring together. 

[corvidcrowned]

Peeks in

Hi i finished yttd and now i have to ask what exactly is the ai test idiots au? im very curious,,, from what i can tell its a sara ai? who became sentient? but idk abt the others lol im just oh so interested

ok so get this right.

the ai sims- aka where the percentages are from- were disrupted one day when a glitch happened, messing with everything going on in the facility. This happened when the sara ai won, causing her to achieve self-awareness! (Here’s a comic of what happened from red’s perspective kinda)

Before this event, the sims went pretty normally- one or two people winning and all the others dying. Noticeable patterns showed up though! The sara ai and keiji ai were pretty much nemeses, the sara ai killed the shin ai most times, and the anzu ai had a pretty decent win rate, particularly because of her rivalry with the sara ai. ‘PLEASE stop killing people’ ‘ermm.make me?’ You know.

The glitch that made the sara ai becoming self aware led to some other weird stuff happening though. For example the sim itself would glitch often leading to the ais themselves to get super corrupt for short periods of time. Very strange and unusual. Michiru was supervising all this but scientific curiosity was too much to make everything normal again.

Fun fact though !! The Sara ai ends up becoming a lot more different from the original, eventually becoming his whole own person entirely !! He goes by Red, originally a nickname from Michiru because of his eyes. He/it/bite little creature guy<3 the anzu ai clings to being ‘anzu’ longer though, since for a while getting back home because her family needed her was what kept her going. Eventually though, they accepted being an ai, picking out the name ‘Pierrot’ with Red’s help. The two of them won a lot of simulations together! Pier wins some alone too ofc but unlike red’s weird mother-son like relationship with Michiru, pierrot does not like her at all (here’s how they met)

Eventually the simulation is concluded and red gets put into a doll body (which is drastically customized- fangs and his red eyes. He cuts his hair a little bit too hehe) while Pierrot manages to get into the general system at asunaro. The two don’t see each other for a while because of this unfortunately but eventually they do reunite, pier just living in red’s (stolen) phone sometimes. <3

Red and Pier’s funny lil story goes in a few directions depending on things, they show up in a collaborative au between me and some friends (ai guys<3) and some other stuff, I wanna make a comic abt them eventually (the Pluto project..<3) but their ‘canon’ end is them living with the survivors of the death game!! Because. Red’s ass broke into the dg LOL. He was like ‘heyyyy emiri ^^ you know what would be funny..’ and she was like. ‘Get in there boy’. So red ends up hangin around and messing/hanging out with people!!! Like kai(here) and gin(here) but he and sara REALLY DO NOT GET ALONG!!!!

You see… Red is very jealous of Sara. Why did he have to be created just for her sake? How come she got homecooked meals and a family that loved her and friends and school and he had to live through hell every day?? Ofc sara’s life isn’t that great (her father is literally meister after all..) but red does not know that. Sara finds herself disturbed by red. This weird copy of her keeps running around causing trouble and insulting her to her face.. she thinks he was thrown in to make everyone trust her less or something. They’re so messed up…. After the death game though they hang out a lot. Make amends. I ljike them..

ERM YEAH THATS ALL OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD..!!! Also candy’s here sometimes she’s a cute pink girl who kills<3 (she also is an ai of shin who takes after midori… a lot. Because she was directly under his thumb and had to deal with him she began to associate violence and love until the two concepts totally overlapped in her mind. AND she’s trans!)

[victorluvsalice]

-->However, while Victor may not be in any particular danger of failing a spell thanks to being charged these days, the charge itself is still a danger to him -- so after discovering I could copy meat, I took a moment and had him discharge to avoid any potentially-fatal magical electrocutions. Before getting right back to it by copying Smiler's herbalism potions. :p Those shelves aren't gonna fill themselves! (Though I did also discover while he was doing this that you can set raw blocks of beeswax out for sale -- I forgot to get a picture, but I promptly set out a bunch and paired them with Victor's honey to make a "bees" shelf. Because why not.)

-->Smiler, for their part, kept fishing for a while, picking up a kissing gorami and another betta. The betta I turned into a plasma pack for them, while the gorami went into the fish freezer -- though, uh, I made a big error while trying to move it in there. See, BrazenLotus's produce and fish retail fridges have options on them that let you mass-move certain types of stuff stuff, like all harvestables, all meat and dairy, and all fish. I was trying to figure out how you automatically moved fish, when I accidentally clicked on "move all SUPPLIES." This did not move the fish. . .

But it DID move all of Smiler's insects, fertilizers, upgrade parts, and robot salvage parts. Not into the freezer, though, as it couldn't accept those items. Instead, they ended up in the worst place in the world -- household inventory.

Did I mention Smiler had 73 robot salvage parts? Along with 66 common upgrade parts? Yeah, getting all of THOSE out of the household inventory, along with all the other upgrade parts, insects, and fertilizers, was a pain. >( About the only plus was me discovering that robot salvage and other upgrade parts of that nature could be set for sale, along with fertilizers. So I set a few robot salvage parts out on the shelf Smiler's bots are living on. *shrug* Might as well get SOMETHING out of that whole mess, right?

-->ANYWAY -- even with that nonsense coming back to bite me in the ass (always watch what you click on, kids!), everyone in-game continued to have a most productive day at the store. Alice continued her adventures in canning, both in the Simsco Canning Factory sense (making boxes of meat substitute and dried sage) and the Cottage Living sense (making jars of mushroom and eggplant conserve, complete with some very fancy knifework on the latter). Smiler changed over from fishing to apothecary stuff, making more synthetic food tablets, then moved onto straight-up herbalism once I got all their stuff back from the depths of the household inventory, making more Tummy Therapy for Victor to Copypasto later. And Victor made some more perfume (trying out the "Happy" and "Energized" scents and developing a Like of Cooking in the process), created his first batch of kombucha by loading some snapdragons into the juice fizzer, and copypastoed some animal treats straight into another magical talent point! I had him grab the "A Little Extra Chemistry" talent to improve the quality and taste of any potions he may eventually make. :) I wrapped up shortly after the "Snapbucha" was ready and Smiler had made their latest thing of synthetic food tablets, but I was very happy with everyone's progress at the store this day -- seems we're getting closer to the actual opening day all the time!

[biggirl-mave]

(Originally posted to twitter)

You're woken up by the sound of your roommate's alarm clock, it was a constant throughout your week. Given your height of a measly four inches you never really had the opportunity of having your own room, instead you slept on her nightstand. Living with someone that was far bigger than you was a double edged sword. On one hand she would help you around the apartment as much as she could, but on the other hand she could be very oblivious sometimes which could be frustrating in a couple ways. Sometimes she wouldn't notice where you were, this has lead to plenty of accidents that leave you plastered to her body. Either she's stepped on you or she's sat on you, she does notice you after a minute or two... usually. The other frustrations come from her dressing like she's the only person that lives in the apartment. It's a very, very common sight for her to be wearing some tight fitting clothes. Clothes that almost force you to watch her generous backside jiggle with every step. It wasn't a perfect life, but she did care about you and your friendship.

As her alarm clock is blaring she fumbles for the snooze button, still asleep. She doesn't notice as she practically smacks you off of the nightstand, sending you flying across the room. She gets up and goes to take a shower, while you slowly figure out where you've landed. The laundry basket. Your struggling only pulls you deeper and deeper into the clothes, eventually you stop struggling and accept that you need help to get out. You're doomed. She steps out from the bathroom wrapped in a towel that barely covers her. She bends over as she looks for you on the nightstand, giving you a perfect look at her ass. She gives up and goes to get clothes out of the basket before she pauses, noticing you. It's an awkward few moments before she starts blushing, "I see what you want, no need to be this direct though." Your face goes pale as she reaches in, not for you, but for the panties you're stuck in. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to treat you right~". Before you can do anything to stop her, you're greeted by two massive pale tree trunks as she slides her legs in. She pulls them on slowly before getting halfway up her thighs where she starts tugging and bouncing, trying desperately to pull the tight pair up. You're pulled tighter and tighter against her flesh, your struggling becoming more and more useless by the second. Eventually she has them on, and you're trapped deep in the valley of her ample ass. She puts on a pair of tight jeans sealing your fate.

She drives to work, every bump in the road felt as you're ground into her. It's a long, long day as your taken along for her shift in IT. Her ass tries to grind you into paste as she walks the halls, you're pressed up against her asshole while she unplugs cables, and the long, long minutes sat at her desk waiting on a new ticket, the 230 pounds of pressure squishing you flat in her chair. 8 long hours of this, the tension builds inside you. More and more your struggling to stop yourself but it's no use. She feels the warm goopy liquid explode out of you. You desperately try to catch your breath after your orgasm, only for to be forced to swallow her ass sweat and she intentionally rocks her weight back and forth on you as she makes sure you get it all out.

The drive back to the apartment is long and tense, inspite of how tired she is after her shift she takes the stairs agonizingly slowly. Knowing exactly what she's doing. She slams the door shut behind her and rips her pants off. Your roommate reaches down into the back of her panties to pull you out, haphazardly dangling you I'm front of her face as she bites her lip. "You had your fun, but it's my turn now." Before you can react you're shoved down the front of her underwear and pressed against her pussy. She's dripping wet already as she forcefully rubs you up and down her slit, there's no care behind her movements. In this moment to her you're a sex toy, nothing more. She works faster and faster until she stops for a moment "Deep breath" she warns you before pushing you in. A few moments later, you're washed out in a torrential flood of her juices as she loudly, and proudly, moans. Letting you know how good you felt. She wipes you down with her shirt before giving you a kiss and pushing you deep into her cleavage. She gives you a few bounces before laying down on the couch and drifting off to sleep, a big content smile on her face.

[seykaplan]

❝ unfinished coffee and scattered cups of tea, the dregs of whiskey at the bottom of a glass,  beanies and ball caps, abandoned faith, resting bitch face, “i licked it so it’s mine” mentality always, weekly horror movie marathons, a new tattoo with every mood, naked naps, “i like your dog better than you’, ice cream is absolutely it’s own food group, dark disheveled hair, leather jackets, family rings, double shifts and double shots, unfinished lines of poetry scribbled on a forgotten page, “i’ve done a dumb thing again”, ms. steal yo girl and new battery operated boyfriends, books left on every surface and in chaotic stacks, crop tops, “everything i own is black”.

NAME: Şeyda (pronounced shay-dah) Kaplan, surname formerly Aksoy

NICKNAME(S): Shay

AGE: Twenty-eight

RESIDENTIAL AREA: Downtown

OCCUPATION: Paramedic with PPFD

LENGTH OF TIME IN PROVIDENCE PEAK: Ages 8 to 21, then 26 to present day

BIOGRAPHY | CONNECTIONS | STATS | PINTEREST

basics.

BIRTHDAY: March 27, 1994

ZODIAC SIGN: Aries, and proves it on a daily basis

PLACE OF BIRTH: Ankara, Turkey

GENDER IDENTIFICATION: Cis Woman (she/her)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexy af

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIP(S): Dominic Baccari

POSITIVE TRAITS: Ambitious, assertive, confident, adventurous, courageous, enthusiastic, passionate, tenacious, compassionate, selfless to an extent, energetic, dynamic, extroverted, spontaneous

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Impatient, prone to mood swings, haunted and grief stricken, possessive, vindictive, argumentative and confrontational, short tempered, holds grudges easily and indefinitely, 

family.

MOTHER: Sanem Aksoy, nee Kutlar (deceased)

FATHER: Fahir Aksoy (deceased)

AUNT / ADOPTIVE MOTHER: Elif Kaplan, nee Aksoy

UNCLE / ADOPTIVE FATHER: Daniş Kaplan

SIBLINGS: Ceylan Aksoy (younger sister, deceased); Lemi Kaplan and Ozan Kaplan, cousins turned older brothers via adoption

OTHER: tbd

tldr.

TW: CAR ACCIDENT / DEATH: shay was born and somewhat raised in ankara, turkey but, after a car accident claimed the lives of her parents and younger sister when she was 8, she was taken in by her aunt elif and uncle daniş. cue the move to providence peak.

it took months, and i mean months, for shay to fully acclimate to this new life in a new town with, essentially, new parents and two older “brothers” to boot. she was withdrawn, damn near silent, and moody af.

eventually she worked her way out of mess, though, and slowly but surely returned to some semblance of the easy going child she’d always been. by the time she reached high school you could almost forget those messy, combative, elif’s gonna rip her hair out years.

enter dom baccari. it was still difficult for shay to let most people all the way in at this point but, somehow, he slipped right through. they dated until midway through their senior year when, to her surprise, dom unexpectedly called it quits.

she……….. did not take that well. he was her first love. the one person she told everything. for the first time since her parents she’d let herself grow attached to having someone around in her life only to, yet again, have it all ripped away.

once shay got the hell away from everything that reminded her of him and started college she made it her mission to forget his name by any means necessary. cue lots of booze, boobs, and dudes until she’d all but slept and partied her way into failing grades.

she lost her academic scholarship to CSU and, unable to pay tuition and board, she had no choice but to leave their pre-nursing program and move back home.

two years later shay got her paramedic’s certification and accepted a position in boulder. she remained there up until about one and half years ago when, very unexpectedly, she got the urge to come back home.

fair warning: is a smart ass 93% of the time and has a bad habit of self medicating with whiskey and new tattoos. probably likes your dog more than you. would fight to the death for the last bite of ice cream. has an unhealthy obsession w/ naps, inventive curse words, taking off her pants, baseball, horror movies, and fantasies involving jeffrey dean morgan’s erm… face.

wanted connections.

her roommate, her cousins/brothers (would require a new chara brought in), other cousins, childhood friends, friends from her short stint in college or her life in boulder, anybody she’s “passed the time” with regardless of how brief or long, co-workers, friends she’s met since moving home, people she’s helped while on the job, etc.

[gravitycoil]

Dream of 7/19/23

Lived in this shitty mobile home sort of in the middle of the woods. I was on the computer playing a game when suddenly like... 900 emulators opened at once that I didn't even have downloaded and it started playing random games that I also didn't have downloaded so they had missing textures and like fucked up models I got so overstimulated and confused that I just started crying my mom comes in and is like wtf happened and I didn't know how to explain it to her so I just said something like "The computer died" and she was like I'll just trash it and get a new one and this made me even more upset but she didn't understand why and we were kind of arguing back and forth while I was on the brink of like exploding. Everything eventually calms down We have these 2 giant vertical windows with no curtains that were open and I asked if we could close them because I saw a creature that definitely wasn't of this world (it looked like a moose but.. not.) my mom's all like oh where I don't see anything and I was like.. ok guess we will die. The creature suddenly sprints full speed into the house and bites my mom and storms off and apparently they were very poisonous (not venom) she gets like paralyzed and starts turning blue and I'm just watching in horror she's still conscious she just can't move Im like. Im gonna call the squad and I take a phone start calling 911 and it's done old man for some reason like no introduction or prompts just some old dude like "Hello?" silence and I'm baffled I'm like panicked and say "This... This is 911 right?" and he's like "yes what's your emergency" and ofc at this point in my dream is where I get all fatigued and can barely speak I try so fucking hard to explain the situation but he is not helping at all so eventually there's more moose creatures that show up and take my moms body away and she becomes one of the moose things and I'm just . sitting there still crying btw and I'm just like . ok hopeless.

Dream Shift

Was inside a giant ass house I had a bf apparently who was also secretly a murderer the only reason I find out he's killing people is cause I happened to walk in while he was planning his next kill and he was like .. I have to kill you now and I was like no nah what if we killed together 😳 and he was like O_O so we became killer buddies that's literally the whole dream

Dream shift

⚠️⚠️⚠️ Worm dream. (I remember exactly what they looked like) ⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️⚠️ very gross

Was inside a school everything was normal then suddenly there's a bunch of screaming and ppl running away in the halls we all get up and try to make sense of what's happening and the only response we would get was "alien worm" I accept my fate that I'm probably going to be infected and have the worst experience of my life and I see the worm in its hungry form it's very thin but absurdly long kind of looks like a centipede but not segmented it had tiny little barbed hairs that worked like suction cups so it could literally be infused with your skin. But also the worm was sentient and could talk. I try reasoning with it like you don't want to do this man please. and he's all like I want to take over the world everyone will be part of my hive hehehehe I just say to him I'll have to do everything in my power to exterminate you and we become rivals like. For some reason I could get infected but I was still me like most ppl became zombies while I just had worms in me and I hated it. I find out that there is nothing in the world that can destroy this worm so I plan to just launch it into space aiming for the sun. I try collecting every single strand of this worm (cuz he broke himself up into parts so he could infect faster) I shove them all into this space pod and hope that I got them all. The worms in me started to grow and... the way they looked when they were full of blood was.. oughh..... it looked and was as fat as one of those big ass caterpillars I had some casually hanging from my mouth and I was scared to bite down to sever them but I did and tried to rip them apart I send the pod to space and I like sigh in relief for like a minute and I look up and see the worm again he had grown like 50x longer and is reaching all the way from space back to earth and I was just like. Dude. you win. Take over the earth. I go home my family is also infected but normal just like me we try doing research about it and find out the worm is called the smooth worm (I think) and it has 2 heads. It's extremely powerful suction is what makes it so painful and successful. We really wanted to kill them but couldn't. I think I start to go lucid here and I'm like please this is the worst let me wake up and I DISTINCTLY Remember opening my eyes for 5 seconds looking at my wall and falling back to sleep. Awful. I get sucked right back into the dream and I lose lucidity.