#It's another idea that's been stuck in my head

[simpforrooster]

i fucking knew it.

aaron hotchner x f!reader

summary: you and aaron have secretly been dating for a while—and the team is starting to suspect it.

t/w: 18+. MDNI. light smut (plz don’t come for me, it was my first time writing something like it), a mention of an age-gap, some cursing, mentions of criminals. i don’t think there is too much gender identifying language, but i did imagine a female while writing.

a/n: i had no idea where this one was gonna go. i hope you enjoy!!

aaron hotchner catches your gaze over the manila folder he’s holding. to the average person, they wouldn’t think twice about this action.

but, you know better.

his eyes hold yours for a few seconds longer, before he resumes reading the details of the case.

the lowlights of the jet’s interior mask the flush that’s appeared on your cheeks. hotch feigns a stretch, his shoe tapping yours slightly as he crosses his leg.

“sorry,” he mumbles, not taking his eyes off the folder.

you wave him off, knowing your voice would betray you.

i saw that, your phone buzzes with a text from jj.

it was an accident, you reply.

yeah right, emily shares.

what! what’s happening? gosh, i hate that i’m stuck in the lair, penelope adds.

hotch smirks at his folder, affirming he knows exactly why your phone is blowing up.

the two of you have managed to keep your relationship under wraps for the past couple of months, but the girls have started to suspect something. rossi too, but you can’t be certain.

aaron caught your eye as soon as you started at the bau. you’d learn that you’d caught his almost instantly. but he was your boss, and there was the age difference.

several late nights of him helping you with your reports and chinese takeout, you fell for one another.

oh, nothing. just hotch thinking he’s being subtle, jj tells penelope.

~

“three rooms?” hotch asks the tired man behind the desk.

“take it or leave it, man. it’s 2 am,” the clerk says on a yawn.

“i call reid and rossi!” derek sticks his hand in the air. emily reaches out to jj’s arm and pulls her into her side.

rossi shakes his head and exchanges a look with aaron. “which one of you boys are sleeping on the floor?”

hotch looks at you apologetically, but you see the underlying want behind those brown eyes.

“i guess that leaves us,” hotch murmurs to his bag, trying to remain unbothered. he grabs your duffle and starts toward the elevator.

your phone buzzes in your back pocket.

one bedroom trope! emily sends to the group.

epee! penelope replies.

he grabbed her bag, pen! jj shares.

aaron has never once carried anyone’s bag to a hotel room. his gaze catches yours over his shoulder telling you he realizes the implications. his stoic expression returns as you all enter the elevator.

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the girls, reid, morgan, and rossi get off at the third floor, leaving you and aaron in the elevator alone. not before jj shoots you a wink. hotch visibly relaxes, and gives you one of those smiles he reserves only for you and jack.

"we're on another floor? that's really going to set the girls off," you comment. aaron shrugs like the duffle bag gave it all away and yall should just fuck the secrecy. he takes a step closer to you. back-to-back cases have kept the two of you from any quality time that wasn't outside of a police precinct and the tension radiates off him.

aaron leads you down the hall once the elevator doors open on the fourth floor. his giant hand engulfs yours, and you can't wait to get into the room.

"this is us," he gestures toward the door. dropping your hand, he pulls the keycard from his pocket. swiping y'all in, he pulls you into the room.

as soon as the door closes behind you, you're being pushed against it.

"god, I've been dying to get my hands on your for days," hotch groans against your mouth. you answer him with a small moan you tried to keep in.

you push his suit jacket off his shoulders, then grip his tie. using his tie, you pull him completely flush against you. his tall body is all over you. there is no spot where his body isn't touching yours.

“tell the criminals to take a break,” you breathe. “you almost blew it at the precinct in the last case.”

aaron moves his kisses along the side of your neck. “that officer was getting a little too friendly with you.”

“but a couple hair flips had him on our side, yeah?” you’re breathless with the work aaron is making of your neck. at the mention of your harmless flirting, his arms tighten possessively around you. his mouth moves lower along your collarbone, sucking lightly. he’s learned where most of your shirt collars lie so he can hide the marks he leaves on you.

aaron pulls you from the door, kissing you like you’re his lifeline. he walks you back until the back of your knees hit the bed. “no more work talk, baby,” he says against your mouth. heat pulls in your lower belly at the pet name and a sigh escapes.

the first time aaron called you anything but your last name, you could have climbed him right then. he still uses your last name, or just agent, in the field, but it’s softer than it used to be.

as aaron pushes you back on the bed, you make quick work removing his tie and dress shirt. the white shirt he wears underneath pulls across his chest. your arms move over his biceps reveling in just how nice they are.

“you like what you see?” aaron smirks, his hand slipping under your top.

you answer him with a hand on his chin, guiding him to your lips. “always,” you breathe.

he smiles against your lips. “why don’t we get you a little more comfortable,” he says, pulling your top off and throwing it to the other side of the room. you’re pretty sure it lands on the lamp. this earns a laugh. aaron checks over his shoulder and chuckles along with you.

“i told you, i need to get my hands on you.” he reaches behind you, unclasping your bra. which follows the same trajectory as your shirt.

“hmm, this isn’t quite fair,” you murmur. you push aaron back until you’re sitting up in his lap. your thighs settle on either side of his, and his hands fall to them, giving them a light squeeze.

“tell me.”

“you still have your shirt on,” you tell him, running your hands along his chest. aaron reaches back with one hand and pulls the undershirt from his body. it’s so insanely sexy, your mouth drops open. how is this guy real?

aaron chuckles again. “you never cease to amaze me.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re practically an adonis.”

he rolls his eyes and pulls you flush against him. “you’re talkative tonight.” he presses a kiss under your ear. you crane your neck to give him more access.

“i always talk a lot when i’m nervous,” you admit. truthfully, there is nothing to be nervous about. you and aaron have slept together plenty of times since you’ve gotten together. this is, however, the first time while you’re on a case.

aaron pulls back and studies your face. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, baby.” his brown eyes search yours. the want in his is palpable. you’re certain the same is reflected in yours. your hands knot in his hair and you guide his mouth to yours.

“no, i want to. i need to,” you say, rolling your hips into his, his erection has your cheeks flushing. “i just still can’t believe it’s happening. you and me,” you admit.

aaron kisses you. it’s full of wanting and urgency, as if he’s afraid you’re going to disappear right beneath his fingertips.

“you and me were destined the moment i laid eyes on you,” he says, laying you back and settling between your legs.

~

the next morning, there is just enough time to grab some continental breakfast before meeting the local pd. normally, you don’t like to waste time on something as menial as breakfast, especially with a serial killer on the loose, but you and aaron had a lot of time to make up for and you’d built up quite the appetite.

you left aaron with a chaste kiss on his cheek in the room, before joining everyone in the lobby sans duffle.

“well, you’re glowing,” jj comments as you join her and emily at the table. derek turns from where he’s sitting with rossi and reid. “what’s that?”

emily points to you with her fork. “look at her. a literal ray of sunshine.”

“she looks normal to me,” reid comments. “if not a little worn down. are you feeling okay, y/l/n?” your eyes fall closed, trying to keep your emotions regulated.

“that, reid, is post-coital bliss,” derek says.

“yall have no idea what you’re talking about,” you tell them, praying your cheeks haven’t turned pink, because they’re exactly right.

rossi jumps in to save you. “come on boys and girls. let’s not make claims of our unit chief breaking fraternization rules on a case unless we’re sure,” he chides. he gives you a knowing look. aaron has definitely let rossi know what’s been going on. hell, if you didn’t know any better, rossi was probably the one who pushed aaron to finally make a move. you shoot him a grateful look.

“who’s breaking fraternization rules?” a deep voice sounds from behind you. just the sound of his voice has you wanting to drag him back up to the room. “baby, you’ve got to have more than that,” aaron comments on your lone piece of toast.

your face jerks towards him at baby. aaron curses lightly under his breath. a rare slip up from mr. professional himself. he stands there with both your duffels in his hands, his shoulder slumped in defeat.

derek smacks the table, cause the front desk workers to look over. “i fucking knew it!!”

your head falls into your hands. aaron’s laugh reverberates through the lobby. his real, earnest laugh. “well, i did good for a while there, huh, babe?” he says to you. leaning back in your chair, you tilt your head back to see him. the grin on his face could cause world peace. it’s not everyday the team gets to see aaron’s real emotions.

“you did,” you agree. he leans down and places a quick kiss on your lips before walking over to the desk to turn the room keys in.

as you reface the girls, their eyes are sparkling.

“i fucking knew it,” emily echos derek under her breath.

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[lush-escape]

The Vigilante's Guide to Grief

pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

wc: 1.4k

summary: Jason's therapist recommends journaling to help him through his grieving process after your death

prev: first entry

Stage one: Denial

Hey,

Ok that's a little easier than writing dear. It's June 11th. Sorry it's been a little while. This just feels stupid still. But I told Christy (dumb stupid therapist who told me to do this) that I would give it another try. So here I am. Trying. Unfortunately she's not that bad. That's a lie. I actually really like her. Dick came by to check on me today. Him and Kori brought over some weird tameranian dessert. I dont know. I stuck it in the fridge it looks like it might grow legs and try to bite me.

Jason rubs at his eyes, “I still have no idea what I'm supposed to write.” He mumbles a curse under his breath while running his hand through his messy hair.

I bet you would have tried it. You always liked the weirdest shit. Like the time Steph and Cass tried to make a cake for you for your birthday. Who the fuck even makes matcha and strawberry cake?

“Um, why does it look like that?” Jason eyes the questionable looking cake in front of him.

“Don't worry about how it looks!” Steph waves him off with a nervous smile.

“Do not judge a book by its cover.” Cass crosses her arms as if she's actually offended by Jason's question.

“It's good! She loves matcha and strawberries, it'll be great.”

“Okay, but like… what kind of cake flavor is it?” Jason asks.

“Coffee.” Cass replies.

Jason groans and rubs his hands down his face, “I should have just ignored both of you and gone to the bakery. This is my first time celebrating her birthday with her as her boyfriend, I can't believe I let you two talk me into this. She's going to hate me. She's going to break up with me-”

“Oh no,” Steph shoots Cass a worried glance, “He's spiraling.”

Cass narrows her eyes and smacks Jason on the back of the head earning her an annoyed “ow! What was that for?!”

“Relax. Trust us.” She says calmly.

That night when you went to Wayne Manor at Jason's invite for a special birthday dinner, he said. And when it was time for cake you were just as surprised as Jason, just on the other end of the spectrum. You stare at it unblinkingly.

“It's, listen okay-” Jason stammers, hand on the back of his neck. “I know it looks a little off and I told Steph and Cass that this was going to be a bad idea-” he rambles.

You place a gentle hand on his forearm and immediately he melts. He sighs and deflates, his thoughts stop spiraling, and suddenly everything is right in the world.

“I hate how you do that….” He whispers.

“What?” You ask with a smile.

“Just.. calm me down like that. All you have to do is touch me and it's like- like everything stops and I can think clearly.”

You smile up at him, warm and bright and like he's created the entire universe just for you.

“Come on, let's try this cake.” You tell him softly.

And despite his better judgement he does try the cake. It's different, not what he imagined, and it's good. Jason grumbles as Cass and Steph tease him for being right.

“Alright, enough of everyone's pestering. We're getting outta here.” Jason waves off the family as he takes your hand in his. You look at him and silently ask where he's taking you and he gives you a soft smile in return. He can hear Tim and Dick snickering at the loving gesture. But he ignores them as he drags you out of the manor.

“It’s a surprise.” Jason tells you quietly.

That night Jason takes you for a drive to the harbor near Brown Bridge. It's quiet and cool, the lights from the city accentuating the bridge in front of you. Water slowly laps at the shore, you can hear frogs and crickets as Jason helps you climb onto the hood of his car before taking a spot next to you.

“What'd you bring me all the way out here for?” You ask him playfully with a smile, leaning your cheek against his shoulder.

Jason wraps an arm around you, “..just wanted you for m’self.” He answers questions as his heart thuds in his chest.

“An’... I got you something. Didn't want the brats to see it.” He finally admits after a few peaceful moments of silence. You knew it was coming.

Jason reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box.

“It's not anything crazy, just…” He hands it over to you and he's thanking the stars that it's dark out so you can't see the way his face flushes in embarrassment.

Inside is a small, simple, heart shaped locket. Inside holds a picture of the two of you, one of your photo booth pictures - the one of you kissing Jason's cheek as he smiles. The opposite side is engraved with the day he officially asked you to be his.

“Jason…” you breathe out, touched. Heartfelt tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

Wordlessly Jason takes the locket from you and begins to fasten it around your neck.

“It's beautiful, baby.” Your fingers trace the edging of the locket, memorizing it. Jason blushes even more.

“S’not that big of a deal, calm down.” He plays it off with a smile. But even he can't deny the way his heart flutters when he sees it on you.

“Yes it is, you big softy.” You smile up at him and he mumbles something that sounds a lot like “‘m not soft”.

“Yeah, whatever.” He grumbled affectionately before pulling you back into his side.

Jason drops his pen and puts his head in his hands with a shaky sigh. The memory of your first birthday together as an official couple haunts him. He lets himself breathe for a few minutes before he picks his pen back up.

I need you here so bad right now. Not in that stupid fucking urn. I'm spiraling. Again. Sometimes I wish I could feel the same way I did right after you died. Empty. Numb. So I wouldn't have to sit with my thoughts. I was on autopilot. Freaked everyone out though. B said he’d never seen someone so emotionless while planning a funeral before. He said I was in shock. Yeah no shit.

“She doesn't want to be buried.” Jason’s flat tone made everyone on edge.

“We'll have her cremated.” Bruce’s hand is on Jason's shoulder as he looks through a catalogue of coffins and urns.

“Hm…” Jason hums. “Something nice.” His eyes are on the page but he's not really looking. He can't believe this is happening. It all feels fake to him. There's no way your body is going to fit into an urn. You're <I>you</I>, you're not supposed to be in an urn. You're supposed to be sitting on the couch, in his lap, making him watch Love Island or whatever the fuck.

“Something pretty and ornate.” Jason's eyes skim the page. “This one.” He points to a black urn engraved beautifully with stars.

Bruce nods once. He's aware of the shock Jason is in, but it still unnerves him to see his son like this.

“Of course.” He says.

“And for the service I think we should do a, uh, dessert pot luck. She loves desserts.”

Bruce notices the way Jason is still talking about you in present tense but doesn't say anything.

Jason's writing is rushed now as he's trying to get out all of his thoughts while memories of you swirl around in his head.

Christy says that's one of the worst states of grief but I miss it. God I miss you. This isn't fucking fair. None of it is. It wasn't supposed to be you you know. It was supposed to be me. It was always supposed to be me. I already died once what's one more time? I would die a hundred times over if it meant you got to stay here even if it was just for 2 fucking minutes

Jason sighs and closes his notebook. His head is a clouded mess, feels thick with cotton and heavy like lead.

“God damnit…” He pushes away from the desk and without a second thought goes to the kitchen to try that dessert from Kori and Dick. It's what you would've done, after all.

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OMG PLEASE CAN U DO A CHUUYA FIC

Basically where they have 4 kids (genders your choice) but the youngest wants to be an older sibling (idk why but I just see Chuuya wanting a lot of kids anting to start a BIG family) but chuuyas into the idea BUT reader isn’t saying how her shops closed

Idk I just want something funny nothing sexual just a fluff and unhinged fic:p

If your not feeling up to it no problem <3 it would be nice to see u write it BUT NO PRESSURE I understand you have a life out of tumblr :)

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୨ৎ Fours A Crowd.

୨ৎ auth: Hihi, I’ve been busy with stuff for my upcoming birthday which is in a week, soo sorry for delays in posting!! Sorry yall had to see a baddie almost get political will NEVER happen again

୨ৎ Summary: Having four kids is enough as is, but when your youngest wants to be an older sister and INSISTS on you having another child(and your husband feeding her little head) one can genuinely feel insane.

୨ৎ: one shot | fluff | Children | maybe slight unhinged | meant to be funny(my humor may suck to some)

୨ৎ Characters Included: Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya Nakahara has fought in underground wars, stared death in the face, and drop-kicked mafia scum in three-piece suits without breaking a sweat. He’s led operations in the rain, in suits worth more than some people’s rent. He’s survived Dazai.

But what he can’t survive?

Parenting four gremlins under the age of ten.

Especially when the smallest one starts talking like she’s got reproductive rights over your uterus.

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It starts over breakfast.

The kitchen is chaos, per usual. Orange juice is on the floor, someone (probably Kaito, the third-born and certified feral) is trying to use the toaster to heat up a Hot Wheels car, and the oldest—Kyouko, your pre-teen with the attitude of a tired single mother—won’t stop yelling that this house is a social experiment. All while Chuuya’s trying to sip his coffee and pretend it’s not a war zone.

And then there’s Hana. Your five-year-old. Your baby. The tiniest terrorist in a frilly pink tutu and a juice mustache.

She hops onto a chair, slams her little palm on the table like she’s starting a family meeting, and announces:

“I WANNA BE A BIG SISTER.”

The entire room goes silent. Like; Hot Wheels-car-melting, yelling, cereal-flying silent.

You blink at her. “Come again?”

“I WANNA BE A BIG SISTER,” she repeats, louder. “Kyouko gets to be one. Kaito and Kenji too! It’s MY turn.”

Kyouko looks up from her phone. “You are a big sister. We’ve talked about this.”

“No, I mean a BIG BIG sister. Like, someone littler than me. I wanna boss someone around. I WANNA HOLD A BABY.”

You sip your coffee. “Get a doll.”

She gasps, offended. “DOLLS DON’T POOP. I WANT A REAL ONE.”

“…What kind of sales pitch is that?”

But Chuuya? That traitor?

Chuuya’s just standing there, smug smirk tugging at his lips, doing that thing where he leans against the counter like he’s on the cover of stupidly priced magazine and says;

���Well, we have talked about a fifth, babe.”

You freeze mid-sip. “We have not.”

He shrugs, sipping his coffee way too casually for someone who just got betrayed by his own sperm. “We have, though. Kinda. That one time. Remember? After Kaito got his head stuck in the railing and you said, ‘we’re not ready for another yet’ and I said, ‘yet?’ and you glared at me? That’s basically a convo.”

“That was not a conversation. That was a threat. And the answer is no. Absolutely not. Shop’s closed. The bakery’s burned down. My oven is out of commission.”

“You’re not even thirty! The oven’s still fully functional.”

“Oh my god, stop calling it that. I am not making another tiny version of you.”

“Why not?” Hana pouts, now tugging on your pajama pants. “You make cute babies.”

“Stop complimenting your way into a sibling,” you snap, putting down your mug. “Chuuya, please tell her no.”

Chuuya lowers to Hana’s level, all dad-voice and soft smiles. “Sweetheart, Mommy’s just tired. It’s a big decision, y’know?”

You glare daggers. “You make it sound like we’re debating on getting a puppy.”

“I mean,” Kaito mutters, still trying to microwave a Capri Sun, “puppies don’t cry for three months straight.”

Kenji, the calmest middle child ever, chimes in thoughtfully: “Babies also poop on your lap. Again.”

“EXACTLY!” you gesture dramatically. “We’ve been in the trenches already! I have served my time! I want peace! I want quiet! I want to be able to sneeze without worrying about bladder betrayal!”

Hana’s lip wobbles. “But… I already picked the name…”

You narrow your eyes. “What name.”

“Pickle.”

You blink. “Like the.. the food?”

“Yeah. Pickle Nakahara. Isn’t it cute?”

Chuuya chokes on his coffee, wheezing. “It’s got a ring to it, honestly—”

“Do NOT encourage this..”

“Pickle would be the best baby ever,” Hana insists, now on a full-blown campaign trail. “She’d wear bows. I’d teach her how to hold a spoon. I’d share my gummies, except the red ones, and I’d be nice! For one whole week!”

“That’s a lie,” Kyouko mutters.

“YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE.”

Chuuya wipes a tear from his eye from laughing. “You gotta admit, she’s persuasive.”

You cross your arms, exasperated, staring down your husband like he just suggested naming your fifth child Brine Jr. “This womb is done, Chuuya. Over it. On strike. If you want more kids, go split like an amoeba.”

“But babe—”

“No.”

“Baby—”

“Nope.”

“What if I do all the night feeds this time?”

“You said that the last two kids and still fell asleep face-first in a diaper.”

Hana gasps, now looking at her father like he’s a fallen soldier. “You lied to Mommy?!”

Chuuya’s panicking now. “I DIDN’T LIE I WAS JUST—!”

Kenji holds up his hands. “I don’t think babies are a good idea. You guys yell a lot.”

“We are passionate,” Chuuya argues.

“About Pickle,” Hana whispers dramatically.

Kyouko rolls her eyes and stands up with her cereal bowl. “I’m gonna start packing now for college. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually.”

“I am never giving birth again,” you hiss, grabbing a banana and dramatically peeling it like it’s an act of war. “I’ve earned my freedom.”

“…So you’re saying there’s a maybe?” Chuuya grins.

You chuck the banana peel at him. “I said no.”

[ashthesalamipiece]

I’ve thought of something cute so Dabi x reader obviously Dabi is a villain and they can’t get married which would I feel like Dabi would be abit upset but anyways the reader and Dabi were talking a little and they’d been together for over 2 years and wanted to take it to another step but just couldn’t so Dabi went around referring to you as his wife in front of the lov or would say things like Mrs Todoroki whatever, went as far to say that you two were married when people would ask why he referred to you as that

“Mrs. Todoroki” — Dabi x Reader (Soft Villain Fluff)

It wasn’t official. Hell, it couldn’t be. Not when he was on Japan’s most wanted list and your idea of a honeymoon was hiding in an abandoned apartment with broken windows and blankets for curtains.

Still, that didn’t stop him.

You were sitting on the worn-out couch in the League’s latest hideout, thumbing through a magazine you found god-knows-where, when you heard Dabi’s gravel-rough voice echo from the other room.

“Oi, Twice, pass that to my wife, yeah?”

Your head snapped up just as a confused Twice peeked in with a grin.

“Didn’t know we had a wedding, Dabi,” he said, handing you a cold bottle of soda. “Was there cake?”

“Yeah,” Dabi smirked, sauntering in behind him, hands shoved deep in his pockets. “She looked good enough to eat.”

You threw a pillow at his head. “You’re an idiot.”

He caught it with a lazy hand and tossed it right back. “Your idiot, though.”

It had started off like a joke. Something flippant he muttered when someone asked too many questions, when he didn’t feel like explaining the truth — that love was a rare and dangerous thing in a life like his, and that you were the only piece of it he hadn’t destroyed.

But over time, it stuck.

Mrs. Todoroki.

My wife.

Wife’s got good aim, watch it.

And when people asked, like Compress or Spinner or the occasional poor fool who didn’t know who he was messing with, Dabi would just shrug and light a cigarette.

“What? We’re married. Not my fault society doesn’t recognize villain unions.”

He’d never say it out loud, not really — but there was something in the way he held you after long nights, something raw and desperate in how he’d trace lazy circles on your back when you were drifting off. He couldn’t give you a ring. He couldn’t give you a real wedding or a normal life.

But he could call you his.

And in his own twisted, scarred-up way, he already had.

[over-and-over-and-over-and]

a little bit harder now ... || lottie matthews x reader

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🩻 lottie "accidentally" discovers she yearns for the drag of teeth on her neck ... your bite is to blame

🔪 MDNI - biting , fingering ( lott receiving ) , porn without a plot

( uhm. once again constructive criticism welcome and appreciated (/gen) because this is my first time writing about pussy. something which i didn't think would be so difficult considering i fucking have one. )

🎵 "A Little Bit Harder Now" - She Wants Revenge

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"they say people who bite are the worst to have sex with."

it was a sleepover at jackie's house which somehow provoked the conversation. one of those friendgroup chats you have way past midnight when everyone is delirious and their filters had effectively been shut off.

lottie doesn't remember who brought it up - just that they made a point to explain how biters are supposedly violent, rough, and all around biting during sex was a no go.

unless you were into that kinda thing

ever since the sleepover lottie was stuck thinking about what was said - not the sleepy confessions or the half awake shit talk brought about by the short lived game of truth or dare ( the unpleasant sound of vomiting which chased the dare natalie received to swallow a raw egg was enough to kill the mood for the night )

the only thought running laps around lottie's brain for the following weeks was the idea of deep bite marks littering her collar bones.

she figured she'd let it live as a fantasy. her mind would wander and inevitably end up manifesting a daydream about someone shoving her down and digging their teeth wherever they could - her neck, tits, tummy, and thighs ... it honestly didn't matter where, so long as her skin was being broken by molars somewhere where she could admire it in the mirror the next morning.

it was a dream, that was all. something for her mind to toy with when she got bored and needed something exciting to chew on while her hand played with the waistband of her panties.

problem is, lottie has always had a bad habit of thinking out loud.

the original plan was a casual hookup because you've always known how to rock lottie's world just the way she liked it. she brings you to her place, entertaining conversation over mediocre takeout before you two are softly kissing in her living room. that quickly evolves into a hasty makeout session, one which has the two of you colliding into furniture as you try to find your way into lottie's room with minimal separation, articles of clothing being left in a messy trail along the way.

it isn't long until you're on the mattress, one of your hands interlocked with lottie's with your other hand tracing her inner thigh. as your fingers ghost over her entrance, she breaks the kiss and gives you the opportunity to nuzzle into the crook of her neck.

"bite me."

to be honest, she didn't mean to say it out loud - her mind lingers on how with your current position it would've been perfect. the words have already left her lips with a bit more authority than she would've hoped, and seeing as it's too late to take it back she tries to ease the moment with a gentle,

"please?"

you do as you're told, gently nipping at her skin all the while running your fingers through her folds - she's pretty wet, something you take as a sign to push one of your fingers in. her breath hitches as you curl your finger, words attempting to form but getting lost underneath her shaky gasps.

" ... bite ... harder ... "

eventually she finds her words while you push another finger in. you bite her again, properly this time, earning a sigh which breaks into a moan as she struggles not to buck her hips.

you don't mean to bite her as hard as you do - you've always been a piss poor multitasker and as such sacrifice your focus on being delicate with her skin in favor of thrusting your fingers just right. whatever you did seemed to work as lottie quite literally whines and tosses her head back. a soft thud echoes around the room, which you don't immediately process as lottie accidentally hitting her head against the bedframe until you realized that simple action earned yet another soft gasp from her lips.

"m ... m ... more ... harder ..."

her words are dissected by a mean stutter, one that you've come to recognize as a telltale sign that she's getting close. you're not quite sure if she's requesting you work your fingers faster, or you sink your teeth into her neck once again-

as a middle ground you decide to do both.

your arm begins to ache from how hard you pump your fingers, and it almost feels nice to distract yourself when you focus on clamping your teeth onto lottie's skin. you pull back, kissing the tender spot you had been attacking and she seems to quietly whimper in the few seconds your mouth isn't pressed against her neck. as you try to work your fingers faster, you press your lips into her shoulder, kissing it softly before biting as hard as you could muster. temporarily you feel bad for intentionally hurting her, but it's quickly washed away as her moans continue to grow in volume the more you work your jaw.

you feel like a goddamn vampire, all too unsure if this is really a good idea, but before you can think about it for too long lottie's orgasm crashes into her. no more desperate pleas leave her lips as her eyes squeeze shut and the only thing she can manage are loud gasps and louder groans. you work her through it, removing your teeth from her shoulder and instead gently kissing her cheek and jawline as she cums on your hand and her thighs.

her eyelids flutter open as she shakily sighs, and you bring your hand up to lick her cum off your fingers but before you get the chance she grabs your hand and takes your fingers into her own mouth, quietly moaning as she tastes herself while rolling her tongue over your knuckles. her big brown eyes stare into your own, and you can't help but admire your handiwork as you take in the sight of her pleasantly blissed out state.

and then you notice her neck. red, bruising, and tender.

wordlessly you watch as she presses the marks on her skin, sighing as her fingers prodded the newly forming bruises.

"sorry i didn't mean to ... i just got kinda caught up in the moment -"

lottie shushes your quiet apology, grabbing your hands and pressing them against her thighs. she then taps the other side of her neck, clean skin free of bitemarks.

" ... do it again. please."

[tornedpaper]

sukuna as a cat hybrid x drunk loser user....

your stuttering through the streets, marching with no idea of where your going. all that beer is finally getting to you, and you let out a small hiccup. followed by another, you lean onto the brick wall, heels clicking as you plop down on the pavement.

your hair is a mess, and so is your face, lipstick smudged, eyes glossy with unshed tears. and that's when you hear a noise, a snarl?? you flinch when you see a pink haired cat that's currently approaching with predatory moves.

“a kittrryyryr????” you hiccup and coo softly at it, leaning over to grab the cat, pulling it onto your lap, you pet it's head softly, and it lets out a surprising mewl despite its aggressive approach. your heart melts at the sound, without thinking you press a kiss right to it's probably dirty face.

poof!!

suddenly, you have a giant hunk of muscle in your lap, you blinked, “huhhhhh??” you sputter out, face flushed, unsure if it's because of the handsome man in front of you or the beer you were drinking moments ago.. ?

“uhhh, mweow?”

“goddammit, woman..”

too lazy to continue,but this has been stuck in my head for dayssssss.. I can almost see how sukuna is face palming himself loolll

[marlynnofmany]

A Temporary Shipwreck

Our luck was just garbage lately. First the client for our latest delivery wasn’t on time to pick up their order, then once we were finally ready to take off, the exceptionally dense asteroid field had shifted to the point where our word-of-mouth map wasn’t accurate anymore. And then, as we tried to maneuver through the mess, some local jerk in a sporty cruiser sideswiped us and never looked back.

Good news: our shields did their job and prevented any damage.

Bed news: that asteroid field was full of junk, including the remains of something mechanical that turned out to be a broken gravity generator. Our little yellow ship got stuck to the side of the scrap heap like a lemon on a pile of compacted cars. At least Kavlae got the solar sails folded in time.

So, there we were, with no other ships in sight. Our own ship’s gravity tech was enough to counteract the pull coming from this thing, so nobody was falling down in the hallways, but escape velocity was going to be a problem. Mimi came up from the engine room to study the readings on the scrap heap, and he didn’t like the odds of igniting something with our thrusters. He also wasn’t wild about the idea of getting up close and personal in a space suit to try turning the generator off. Everything was unstable out there.

Captain Sunlight decided we would send out a distress signal before trying anything rash. The disagreeable client we’d met earlier (by docking ship-to-ship, not landing anywhere sketchy) was long gone, and there weren’t any official civilization centers nearby. But we’d seen other ships on the way here, not to mention the terrible driver who hit us, so surely someone else would be along who could help out.

The captain muttered about raiders in a way that suggested she didn’t want to worry the rest of us, then she shooed everyone away from hanging around the cockpit, and told us to find something else to do.

I did some muttering of my own, mostly about the driving skills of whoever had been at the helm of the cruiser. Maybe all the non-asteroids in this asteroid field were because of drunk drivers. I had no idea if the locals went in for that kind of intoxicants, but it seemed possible.

I thought of something else to do, and headed for the cargo bay. That client who was late earlier had also refused part of the shipment we were supposed to give them. Thankfully they’d paid the whole price for the delivery service, but it was an unpleasant interaction all around. Yes, today has just been a delight from the start. Anyways, they’d left us with a box of food that no one was excited about. I heaved it off the floor and took it to the kitchen where Eggskin was chopping roots on a counter.

I set the box down by their feet. “Ta-dah.”

Eggskin gave it a look. “Oh my,” they said, putting aside the food prep. They dried their scaly yellow-green hands on a cloth, folded it fastidiously, then opened the box and removed one can of many. “There certainly is a lot of it.”

“Is it the kind you thought it was?” I asked, picking up another can. The trade-language label declared it to be the highest quality gelatinized food-flesh that money could buy. With extra sodium. Yummy.

“I’m afraid so,” Eggskin said, digging through the box in hopes of finding something else at the bottom. “This is edible by all species onboard, but I can’t promise anyone will enjoy it. Plus I’ll have to put extra attention to balancing the crew’s sodium intake at significant portions.”

“At least it lasts a long time,” I said, finding the expiration date. I was pretty sure I knew which standard time system it was referencing.

Eggskin reached the bottom, then arranged the cans back into tidy columns. “I’m not surprised someone didn’t want this. It wouldn’t be difficult to over-order.”

The ship’s intercom chimed. Captain Sunlight said, “Will Zhee, Trrili, and Coals kindly join us in the cockpit? I’d like a consultation about translations and what may be a Mesmer vessel.”

I wasn’t a Mesmer or a translator, but I was curious, and Eggskin was cocking a browridge at me like they knew that.

“Go ahead,” said the cook/medic, turning back to the roots on the counter, with a detour to wash any box germs off their hands first. “Just shove that into a corner, will you?” They pointed their tail at the meat products.

“Sure thing.” I moved it to an out-of-the-way spot, then hurried toward the cockpit. I heard Zhee’s bug feet clicking down the hall ahead of me.

When I arrived, I found Trrili lurking in the hallway, a collection of shiny black-and-red exoskeletoned limbs that didn’t fit comfortably in the cockpit when anyone else was there. She didn’t acknowledge me, but she definitely saw me with her range of vision. She politely folded a pincher arm so I could peek into the room.

Zhee was there, shiny purple and taking up an awkward amount of space. I didn’t even see Coals at first because he was on the opposite end of the size scale: short and stocky and standing on the other side of Kavlae’s pilot chair. Brick-red scales were barely visible over her sleeve as she adjusted the focus on one of the screens, flapping her frills in what looked like concern.

Wio was in the other seat, her tentacles fiddling with the controls, with Captain Sunlight standing in between, but all the rest of my attention moved to the spaceship shown onscreen. It was electric blue and exceptionally glittery.

The captain gestured with a yellow-scaled hand and said, “You can see why I thought of Mesmer construction.”

Zhee flicked an antenna. “It is stylish, for certain, but not shaped like a Mesmer vessel.”

Trrili agreed. “I’ve never seen one formed like that before. Perhaps the ship-builders were impressed by the awe-inspiring coloration schemes of all things Mesmer, but no, that is not one of ours.”

I honestly didn’t know how they could tell. Spaceship design was not my specialty. It looked like a normal enough shape to me: pointy in front and all that. And it sure did sparkle. But our friends the bug aliens weren’t the only ones who liked that kind of paint job.

Captain Sunlight nodded her lizardy head. “That’s a good sign, then. The raiders I was told to watch for are definitely Mesmer. An insult to the species at large, I’m sure.”

Both Trrili and Zhee angled their antennae in a way that looked like they agreed.

The captain continued. “Before we contact them, I have a question about the ship’s name. Can either of you shed some light on that?” She looked at Trrili and Coals, the translation experts, as she had Wio bring it up on the smaller screen.

Trrili hissed quietly, seeming thoughtful.

Coals said, “The lettering is regular enough, but I’ve got to admit the spelling is a little odd for Doorway. Maybe it’s a different trade language using the wrong symbols…”

Trrili said, “Or yet another made-up sound, here to annoy us.”

Coals nodded. “Or that.”

I studied the words on the small screen while the glittery ship coasted along on the big one. They didn’t look like anything at first, then I sounded them out. Phonetically, they were very similar to the Doorway words for ‘your’ and ‘mother.’ I burst out laughing. “Does that say ‘Yer Mama’??”

The rest of the crew stared at me with alien eyes. Captain Sunlight asked, “Is that a significant phrase?”

“Sort of,” I said, catching my breath. “Call it a friendly insult. A funny thing to name a spaceship.”

Wio said, “Either way, they’re probably not raiders. Should we contact them before they leave? They don’t seem to have spotted us over here.” She waved a tentacle at the big screen, where the ship was maneuvering around a different junk heap.

As I watched, they launched a long cable with something on the end, which caught on the scraps. Then they began reeling in what looked like an inert warp drive, and I laughed again. “They’re fishing! That’s why the ship is glittery; it’s a bass boat in space! Please contact them; I have to see if they have the accent I expect.”

At the captain’s nod, Kavlae sent the message in their direction. The ship finished reeling in its catch. Then it turned and headed toward us.

A human face appeared onscreen. “Hey, y’all need a hand?”

I grinned and waved from behind the captain while she politely explained the situation. Two other humans who looked much like the first in an extended-family sort of way peered over the speaker’s shoulder.

In no time flat, the glittery spaceboat was all set up to tow us out of the miniature gravity well, with their fishing hook held by our ship’s grabbing arm. Wio made sure it was properly in place while Mimi appeared out of nowhere to keep an eye on the ship’s damage readout. The captain gave the go-ahead.

They hauled us out of there as easy as landing a minnow. And they were mighty pleased about it.

Captain Sunlight said, “Thank you! We are deeply grateful for your help.”

“No problem at all! Say, you want to land that bird and give her a once-over somewhere with atmosphere? The Island isn’t far, and you can buy us a drink in thanks.”

Some polite questioning from the captain got us a description of the local hangout: a place that had once been a mining operation, and was now a not-on-official-maps trading post. Apparently it had its own gravity generator and atmosphere, along with a force field to keep the asteroids and space junk from slamming into it from all that gravity. The way they described it made it sound like a hollow planet the size of a small town, with entrances on two sides that were kept free of debris. The air quality was, as the man said, “The best money can buy.”

That gave me an idea. Before I could speak up, Mimi told the captain that a manual inspection would in fact be a good idea, and Trrili hissed from the hallway that she would be more than enough of a deterrent to keep away any troublesome types that might be there.

That must have made it over the speakers to the other ship, because the man laughed and said, “The only troublesome types are folks just having a beer! We keep away the real problems with stories about raiders in these parts.”

Captain Sunlight kept her expression calm as she said, “Then I think we’ll take you up on the invitation. Kindly lead the way.”

I whispered to her, “Ask if they want the canned meat.”

“The what? Oh, right.” Captain Sunlight turned back to the screen. “Would you like some packaged food with that drink? We have a box of gelatinized meat in good condition we’ll be happy to give you.”

I piped up, “It’s the best money can buy!”

“Aw yeah, love that stuff!” the man said. “Sure thing! C’mon and we’ll lead you over to the Island.”

We followed the glittery fishing boat through space, and I called Eggskin in to give everyone a rundown on what kind of human drinks they should politely decline.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[joesheadband]

SUMMARY: You and Justin were close as soon as you two met in college. Unfortunately when Justin's football career progressed you stuck out in Oregon, ultimately leaving Justin as he went to LA. You thought you wouldn't come in contact with him again until you're visiting LA for the first time. WARNINGS: Very very fluffy, reader is from the east coast (unimportant), small use of y/n, second person point of view, & i don't know what else!! (take this as an apology for me barely starting part two of my justin series)

You and Justin were practically best friends. You two met in college as he was late to one of the shared classes you guys had both of your freshman year.

You guys were always with each other, until his senior year where he fortunately got the news that he is going to the NFL. You’d known that he was going to the NFL, beyond excited for him and happy that his football career is becoming serious.

Until he had to tell you where he was going, which changed your guys relationship.

You and Justin sat down in a nearby coffee shop, simply talking about your guys future after college.

“Uhm, so you know how I’m going to the NFL?” Justin hums, his eyes staying on his drink.

You excitedly nodded, an immediate smile playing on your face. “Yeah? What about it?” You tilted your head.

Justin looks up at you, running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to the LA Chargers.” He confesses after a few seconds.

You couldn’t help but let your jaw drop, immediately starting to fidget with your nails. “Actually?” You feel your voice crack slightly.

Justin slowly nods, chewing on his bottom lip. “Yeah, and I’m not sure if you’re going to stay out here or go back to…” He trails off, understanding that you get the idea.

You nodded understandably, letting a few seconds pass as you thought of what to say. “I am.” You mumbled, your eyes flickering all over the cafe but Justin’s face.

A silence falls between you two. Not an awkward one, but a silence where you can feel the tension between one another. The tension heavy as you two sat together, the sound of other people chatting and the espresso machine beeping only playing in the back.

Many years have passed since that conversation. You gotten much better, way more happier since that day.

But you were currently in LA for your sister, she gave birth to her first daughter (which is your first niece) and you obviously had to see them both.

As you two walked in a marketplace, looking at the various fruits and veggies in the stands. Easy conversations rolling off both of your tongues.

You see your sister walk away, shortly after she yells your name to show you some of the fruit. As you walk over, your gaze down on your phone as you were mid purchase of something off of Amazon, not paying attention to the atmosphere around you.

“Y/N?” You hear a voice call out your name, you immediately look up, recognizing a very familiar face.

“Justin?” You feel your jaw drop again, just like how it did when he broke the news to you.

“I haven’t seen you — in like forever!” Justin stuttered, gently giving you a side hug. The tips of his ears feeling warm as he gave you a hug.

You felt your cheeks flush with heat as he brought you into his embrace, immediately returning his hug. “I mean, yeah. It has been forever.” You awkwardly laughed, letting go of the hug after a few seconds.

A silence between you two falls, a much more comfortable one. A silence where you both feel the warmth of one another.

“Well, wh-what are you doing in LA?” Justin stuttered once again, shifting his weight between his feet as he spoke.

You shrug, “Currently I’m in LA because my sister gave birth to her daughter, which is my niece.” You smiled proudly, your cheeks still flushed. You paused as you thought of what to ask in return, “Hows football going? You’re still playing for the Chargers?” You hum, a smile still playing on your face.

Justin nods, “Oh well congrats to your sister, that’s nice.” He awkwardly smiles, patting his hands on his shirt to somewhat dry them off from sweat. “Yeah, I’m still playing for them. It’s been good, really good.”

You nod in agreement, your gaze never leaving him. “That’s good, yeah I’m glad. I always knew you were going to make it far in football.” You softly giggle, shrugging as you spoke.

Justin quietly laughs with you, “Yeahh, you always believed in me, huh?” He hums, bringing one of his hands to scratch the back of his neck.

“Yup, always have and always will.” You giggle still, getting interrupted by your phone ringing.

You silently tell Justin to wait a minute as you answered, it being your sister. She told you to come to the front as she was about to check out.

You frown as you hung up, putting your phone in your back pocket. “I’m sorry Justin but I have to go, it was really nice getting to talk to you again.” You smiled again, giving him a side hug.

Justin’s face feels warm as he returned the hug, “Yeah-yeah, I’ll text you?” He awkwardly smiled as he let go of the hug, tilting his head.

You nod, “Yeah! I’ll be expecting a message.” You hum, turning on your heels as you somewhat rush to get to your sister.

As you give him one more look goodbye he’s still looking at you, that same goofy smile on his face still.

I DID ITTTT! are yall proud of me, i also had to turn on auto correct and auto capitalization for this.😅😅

[phan3145]

Title: Slippery Slope. Fandom: Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes. Rating: T. ( Cursing) Pairing: Eventual Noa x Human!Reader.

Notes: Hello! Yada yada pregnant yada yada writers block yada yada lost 3 chapters and had to transfer everything I had left to a google doc from word. Anyway, ON WITH THE SHOW! Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me thus far ❤️ Tagging @smashee0789

Chapter 15: Naïve

You

No sooner had the word left your mouth, did every ape around you, excluding Soona and the Matriarch, begin to speak and sign at once.

“Speaks! Echo speaks!”

“Elder…spoke true.”

“Is said…Echos cannot…speak.”

“She…spoke…heard her!”

“Say more…say more Echo!”

You were suddenly surrounded, the young apes no longer keeping a respectable distance. Some tapped your leg while others circled you. E, no, Eden was fighting her way through bigger apes to get to you. The overwhelming feeling of being cornered wasn’t as striking as it probably should have been, but it was still there as a tingle at the base of your spine. You couldn’t even think of words to appease the chanting around you. The only thing you could think of was the turn the events of today had taken. You didn’t sign up for this.

Eden had grown frustrated at fighting for a place next to you. You saw her huff in anger before charging over to Soona. She kneeled to pick up Eden, but was just as surprised as you when Eden began to climb up her legs, waist, and back. Soona stood as Eden centered herself on her shoulders, a vague idea of what she was about to do tickling your brain. Then, without further preamble, Eden leapt off of Soona with a force that startled both you and ape.

“Eden no- fuck!” You screamed without really thinking. You had just enough time to hold out your arms to catch her before you were toppled to the ground from the impact.

Your pelvic muscles screamed at you, not as loud as your back, but enough to make you wince and whine. Eden was standing on your chest, looking at you now with concern as she wondered what had caused you to cry out in pain. She patted your cheek and moved hair that had fallen into your face. You winced again, hissing as you took in your next breath. Soona stepped closer then, face showing concern the longer you remained flat on your back.

You huffed out a breath, testing your shoulders to make sure nothing was broken before raising a hand and showing a thumbs up. “I’m alright.”

“Can speak…can speak!”

The chorus started again. You internally groaned, the noise becoming an external one when you heard one of them ask, “Fuck?…what does…fuck…mean?”

“Echo word.” Another added.

“Echo word…Echo what does…fuck mean.

Greeeeeat. You’re around children for two minutes and you already taught them how to swear.

You sit up slowly, holding Eden as you do. She was spirited for one so small, you’d give her that. She hissed and swiped at any ape that stepped too close to you, not needing words to communicate to the others that they needed to back off. You appreciated the effort as you caught your breath, trying and somewhat failing to calm your racing heart. All in all though, the situation could be worse.

You looked up then, to find the Matriarch staring at you. You fought the urge to swallow. Though she was an ape, and that fact alone intimidated you, she had a very calm presence about her that told you that you were in no danger. Whether that was due to her obvious age, or the softness you saw in her eyes, you were unsure. She did her best to smile at you, “Our youngest…seems…attached…to you.”

The other apes around you had quieted to a hush, stepping back in what felt like respect as the Matriarch began to shuffle towards you. You nodded, Eden remaining fixed in your lap while her head glanced back and forth from you to the Matriarch. “I suppose. I found her by the water. Soona said she wandered off…?”

The unspoken question was obvious. The Matriarch simply hummed, “Youngling…may have…mis-under-stood…my teaching.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Which was?”

“All life…holds…intelligence,” The Matriarch began. “From boar…to Eagle…to Echo…speech matters not…all must be…respected.”

You nodded, not quite sure where she was going with this. She offered you her stick, which you took with a signed Thank you from your free hand. As you stood, Eden clung to your clothes, until she was hanging off of your back by your shoulders. Your instinct was to brace her, but by the way her head rested against you, you were sure she was just fine. The Matriarch spared Eden a single glance before continuing, “Echos…are not respected…seen as…pests…I say Echos…can be as…smart as ape…Master of Birds…befriended one…planned to meet Echo…downstream…today…to discuss…im-por-tant matters.”

“That’s right,” you agreed. You noticed the stinted way she talked, slower, not nearly as clear as Noa or Soona. You wondered if it was due to her age or if it was a personal choice, similar to Anaya often speaking in the third person. It was almost soothing, the way she spoke. You felt comfortable enough to ask, “Where did the misunderstanding happen?”

“Younglings,” she continued. “Did not believe…an echo could…speak…but…Master of Birds…would not speak…downstream with…a silent Echo…if they could…only see…they would know.”

You arched your neck slightly to look at Eden, “Did you take that as an invitation or a challenge?”

Eden’s lips thinned, refusing to acknowledge your question. Of course her hands were busy, but she also refused to nod or shake her head. You simply shrugged your shoulders, a task much harder with her weight hanging off them. “Suit yourself.”

The Matriarch hummed, “Think she…saw lesson as…permission…she is small…easy to miss...I am…grateful…that you found her…comforted her.”

“Oh,” you said, stunned by her thanks. “It was no problem, really. I’m just surprised you knew Noa and I were planning to meet downstream.”

“Have heard…much…about you.” The Matriarch chuffed, “Especially…before this sunrise.”

“You’re an elder!” You guessed, lowering your head and bending your knees in some show of respect. “I am sorry if I offended you or your clan yesterday by not showing. I was…I was not prepared to do so.”

You heard Soona and the children begin to hoot behind you, a few discreet sounds coming from Eden as she trembled against your back. The Matriarch simply shook her head, signing as she explained, “I am not…elder…though I am…old…am known as…honored teacher.”

“Honored teacher,” you repeated and signed at the same time. “My apologies. I guess…I’m more well known by your clan than I originally thought.”

You gave a sideways glance to Soona, feeling slightly betrayed. You couldn’t fault her though, or any them for that matter, when it came to the clan knowing about you. In a way, you were more protected should a random ape stumble upon you. It hadn’t happened yet, no sign of any others except the usual trio, but that could change now that Summer was in full swing.

“Known?” The Matriarch parroted. “By some…yes…more gossip…and guess…from most.”

“Oh,” you responded dumbly. You wanted to ask how the idea of you had been received, but fear acted as a lead weight to your tongue. Fear of being seen as a nuisance or a pest. Or worse, a threat. The vague notion of you might be better than the clan outright knowing how imbedded you had become within the life of their Master of Birds.

Your thoughts were interrupted then by their Honored Teacher, another hum leaving her as she made a vague gesture to the young apes. “Have much to…teach…but thought…you would…like to…help.”

It sounded more like a question. Were you being told or asked? The younglings began to hover around you once more before sitting near the edge of the bank in a lineup…all still staring at you. Even Eden tumbled from your shoulders to join the group. You looked between their tiny, expectant faces, Soona, and the matriarch. What were you meant to do here? You shifted from one foot to the other, watching Soona seat herself on the ground next to the students. The look she fixed you with was curious, as if in this moment you knew more than she did.

Were they waiting for your answer?

The silence stretched another heartbeat before you cleared your throat, “Sure. I don’t know how much help I’ll be…but I can try.”

At that, multiple tiny arms went up, waving frantically while the children hooted for attention. Your eyes widened slightly at their enthusiasm, Soona seeming just as surprised as you. Their Honored Teacher used her staff to point at one of the children, who proudly stood and asked, “Does Echo have a name?”

“I do,” you answered just as proudly. You gave your first name, letting the information be absorbed, even commented on before you asked, “What are your names?”

The largest of the young apes stepped forward, the one who had scented you earlier, pointing to himself as he said, “Able.”

You nodded, watching as he pointed to the slightly smaller ape next to him, “Atlas.”

A hoot of excitement drew your attention to three clustered apes, who answered one after the other, “Juno.”

“Sky.”

“Ravi.”

You mouthed each name after it was said, trying to remember faces with names. Their features weren’t too distinct yet, seeing as they were young, but a few had arm bands or fur markings that caught your eye. Able was the easiest, seeing as he was the biggest, but the three female apes had very little in terms of distinction. You turned then to the two remaining apes. They looked between each other skeptically, before the one on the left pointed to himself, much like Able had, “Breeze.”

The final one mimicked his friend, “Ford.”

That was a lot of names, unusual ones you knew you would struggle to remember. Too bad you couldn’t write them down. Ford’s head turned slightly to the side then, studying you, before he asked, “Why do you only have hair on head…are Echos meant to be bald?”

The question took you by surprise, and you would have felt insulted if it had come from anyone else…but coming from an ape child, it was almost cute. You heard a slight huff behind you from their honored teacher, who was clearly displeased with Ford’s question.

You simply smirked and shook your head, “Echos are not meant to have hair everywhere as thick as apes do. We are just different that way; like how fish have scales, and birds have feathers. We have hair in places that are vulnerable to cold, meant to help keep us warm. We also have more hair than what you see on my head. The other hairs are just thinner and harder to see.”

Juno’s hand went into the air then, so excited she did not wait for their Honored Teacher to call on her.

“How do you speak?”

You hesitated, wondering how best to explain it. They were children after all, so maybe a simple answer was best. “A long time ago, all Echos could speak. Now, only some of us can. I’m one of the ones who can, so I do.”

“Why? Why only some?” Able asked.

“Well, it’s complicated.” You bit your lip, hands tightening at your sides, “First, Echos became sick, and there weren’t a lot of us after that. We could still talk then, but many years- uh, generations later, Echos started to lose the ability to speak. We weren’t sure why or how to stop it. We just…kept to ourselves after that. The ones that could speak lived together, and the ones who couldn’t lived outside with…nature.”

Sky hooted, “Echo lived with other speaking Echos?”

“Where?” Able chimed in again, “Where are speaking clan of Echos?”

“Is Echo alone?” Atlas interjected. “Did your clan lose ability to speak?”

“Is Echo going to join our clan?” Juno said, “Master of Birds was meant to speak with Echo today.”

Your mouth felt dry then. You swallowed hard, willing the sudden sting in your eyes to go away. The children were still hurling questions at you, but you didn’t hear them. Your mind had begun to tune them out as your current situation was brought into focus. What you thought was going to be an impersonal lesson about Echos and coexistence, had suddenly turned into a very personal lesson about your life. At this stage you didn’t even have a response to the questions they were asking, mind too busy trying to figure out how to answer without causing more trouble between the species. You weren’t prepared to teach Echo 101 to children today. Again, you didn’t sign up for this.

That’s when an unexpected silence suddenly came over the group in front of you, another loud and very disapproving grunt resounding from their Honored Teacher. Or, so you assumed. Your eyes cut to her then, attention solely on you, eyebrows raised in a silent question.

You nodded, taking a deep breath through your nose as you tried to remember the multitude of things the apes had wanted to know. After another moment of silence, you replied, “My clan did not lose their ability to speak, but they did lose me. I travelled a very long way away from home, and found myself here living on the edge of your territory. I am alone now, but that’s okay. I’m an Echo, and Echos can be a clan of many or a clan of one. I choose to be a clan of one, because it makes me happy.”

You waited for more questions, but an unexpected lull fell over the group. The children were torn, looking back and forth between each other and the ground. That’s when you realized the tone of the group had shifted to something almost uncomfortable. Did you do that? What had you said? Was it just them reacting to being scolded?

No

Your eyes found Soona, who looked almost sad, but she wasn’t looking at you. She wasn't staring off into the distance either. Her gaze was clearly on something else, but before you could think more of it, another hand slowly went into the air.

It was Eden, who waited patiently for their Honored Teacher to point at her before she began to sign her question, Why does Master of Birds speak with Echo?

That was a complicated answer, one you weren’t sure you wanted to explain, when a familiar voice behind you chimed in, “Because I…enjoy what Echo…has to say.”

You turned sharply then, seeing Noa standing a few feet behind you. You had never seen him look sheepish before, but the way he stood reminded you of when you were a child being yelled at by your parents. He did not seem angry though, which put you at ease immediately, causing a smile to bubble up as you sighed out, “Hello, Noa.”

The corner of his mouth twitched up then, “Hello, Echo…younglings…honored teacher.”

Younglings? You assumed that’s what the apes call their children, and as you thought about it, Able had called Eden a newborn earlier. You also recalled Anya and Noa exchanging the same insult when they were teasing each other. You would need to ask about the different terms for apes and their ages, not wanting to offend anyone accidentally by referring to them as the wrong age class.

You heard their honored teacher chuff in amusement, “Son…welcome…younglings have…many questions…best for…another day…time for Echo…to meet with…Master of Birds.”

Son?!

Your head snapped towards their honored teacher so fast you thought you might have pulled something. If she noticed your confusion, she did not show it, simply nodding and hooting something you did not understand to the children. In turn, they all started to shuffle back up stream, running and chasing after one another in a way that was obviously playful. All except Eden, who tugged on your arm until you bent down to her level. She grabbed the back of your head then and crashed her forehead against yours, rubbing it back and forth a few times before pulling away. You rubbed the sore spot between your brows, watching Eden take Soona’s hand before pulling her along to follow after the others.

Soona did not pause to say goodbye, which was strange by itself, but then you caught her tossing a pointed look over her shoulder towards Noa. You couldn’t quite decipher the meaning behind it, and before you could focus on it any longer, Soona’s head swiveled and she gave a last minute wave in your direction. Your hand rose slightly to return the gesture, before Soona’s attention was jerked back towards Eden. You snorted a small laugh, lowering your hand as you watched them go.

All too soon, you found yourself alone with Noa and his mother. You felt his eyes on you, but you could not meet his gaze, mind overwhelmed with everything you had just experienced. Did you just answer youngling questions about humans? As if you were some expert brought in to teach a class of students.

“You are…alright?” Noa asked, breaking the silence.

You turned to face him again, nodding silently before his mother added, “She is…very kind…very good…with younglings.”

“Thank you, honored teacher.” You replied and signed.

She nodded once, hand raising so her knuckles nudged your shoulder, “I am…called Dar…should you ever…need my name.”

You felt your eyebrows raise slightly, before replying, “Thank you, Dar. I enjoyed learning with your group.”

Dar hummed contentedly, eyes shifting to Noa, “I will…depart…return to…younglings…allow you and…Echo to speak.”

Noa grunted in understanding, before his mother turned back towards you, “I am…happy…to have met you…hope to see…you again…soon.”

You swallowed, trying to smile, “I hope to see you, and the younglings, again too.”

With that, Noa’s mother turned and followed the same path the younglings had taken mere moments ago. You and Noa remained quiet, exchanging patient glances until you both determined Dar was a good distance away. You raised both eyebrows at Noa then, as you asked, “You told your mother about me?”

Noa shrugged, face expressionless, though he would not meet your eye, “Echo is…important…mother deserved…to know.”

You nodded, suddenly aware of the midday sun beating down on you. The energy between you and Noa seemed to shift into a tense silence along with the heat. You supposed neither of you really knew how to start. Taking a deep breath, you asked, “Walk with me?”

Noa cocked his head slightly, but grunted in agreement before shuffling alongside you. You didn’t have far to go, but you wanted an excuse to move closer to the water, closer to your rock. Your feet toed the edge of the water before you turned back to Noa, “I’m going to cool off real quick, then I suppose we have some things to discuss.”

“Yes…we do.” Noa said, looking skeptically at the water’s edge.

There was a twinge of pain in your abdomen as you took your first step into the water, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you waded in up to your waist, cupping some water in your hand before splashing it onto your face. You sighed in relief, repeating the process and allowing the water to dampen your hair slightly. From the corner of your eye, you caught Noa staring, deep in thought as he watched you. Inhaling deeply, you decided stalling wouldn’t do either of you any good.

You carefully made your way back to the water’s edge, finding a rock slightly submerged in water, and just big enough to sit on. This allowed you to keep your legs in the water, which would keep your temperature down as well. Wrapping your arms around your knees you arched your back in a slight stretch before sighing, “I should probably start off by saying that I don’t want to fight. I just want to talk.”

“I do not…wish to fight…either.” Noa agreed. “I…regret yesterday…I was…wrong…came to say that…last night.”

You nodded, “I regret yesterday too.”

Silence engulfed you both once again. You wanted to apologize. Then, you remembered the look on his face after you had thrown that rock, anc when he found you on the ground with Anaya. The shame of it all practically clawed at the back of your throat. Where were you even supposed to start? Had things been permanently damaged between the two of you that now you couldn’t even speak to him like you used to?

“What does…” Noa pasused, the beginning of his question catching you off guard. “What does…naïve mean?”

Your brows furrowed, “I don’t understand.”

Noa’s jaw worked a moment before he explained, “You said…I was naïve…about other apes…accepting you.”

“Yes,” you drawled. “And you called me naïve for questioning the mark.”

Noa huffed, “Yes…but what does…it mean.”

You were confused for only another moment, before you felt laughter bubble up inside of you. “Wait. Did you call me naïve just because I called you naïve?”

Noa turned his head away, looking far upstream before he admitted, “…Maybe.”

You couldn’t hold it in, you started to full on cackle at the thought. You supposed that’s how mad he had truly been, deciding to just throw the word back at you instead of questioning what it meant in the moment. Truthfully, you probably would have done the same. Your side started to twinge from your laughter, and you noticed Noa had turned back at the sound he was so familiar with. He had that warm smile on his face, the one you had seen that night in your burrow.

“Missed…that sound.” Noa commented.

Your laughter died then, and the weight of yesterday hit you again with full force. So much had happened. Your attention was suddenly drawn to the water, fingers running through the sluggish current before you muttered, “Naïve isn’t bad necessarily. It sort of means…innocent thinking. You would call someone naïve who…doesn’t know or understand something because they haven’t had experience with whatever it is they’re talking about.”

Noa was silent, absorbing your words. Then, “Naïve is like…calling ape…a youngling.”

“Well, not…actually no, that’s pretty accurate.” You chuckled.

Noa chuffed in amusement along with you, before admitting, “I was…naïve about…you.”

That caused you to freeze, the hair on your arm standing on end. What did he mean by that? Did he mean about you being a good Echo? Had Anaya told him about Micheal and he knew you had hidden it from him?

Thankfully, Noa explained, “I thought…I knew…better…I was…wrong…Echo is not…pest…or member of…Eagle Clan…I can not…decide…for you…I am…sorry.”

You felt the tension in your body ease slightly. “I’m sorry too, Noa. I understand what you were trying to do. I just…I wasn’t ready. There are things I’m not ready to do…or tell you. I want to, and I will, just….just not yet.”

“Tell me?” Noa parroted. He shuffled closer to the water's edge then, voice softer as he assured, “Can tell me…anything…will listen…not get upset…understand now…you need…time…patience.”

You weren’t quite sure what to say to that. You were stunned by this sudden turn around. Then again, Noa always had been careful with you; could see what you needed sometimes better than you could. It made hiding things from him all the more painful. All you could do was nod, mumbling, “Thank you.”

Noa reached for you then, not suddenly or urgently, but carefully, as if you were the wild animal that may spook if any sudden movement was made. Perhaps in this situation, you were. The movement didn’t surprise you, but the action itself did as he grasped you by your elbow. You leaned in closer, mirroring his hunched position as his gaze focused in on your arm. There was a sort of wonder in his voice as he observed, “You are…more vulnerable…to cold…and heat…that is purpose…of thin…hard to see…hair.”

You blinked rapidly, noticing for the first time, the damp hair of your arm standing on end. How bizarre. It was such a small thing for him to notice. That’s when his words rang again in your ears, and something clicked in your mind. He had been listening when the young apes were asking you questions. Noa had been there.

That’s when all the oddities of before seemed to fall into place. You weren’t sure how long he had been there of course, but he had been there towards the end of the questions at least. When it started to become too much for you, he had stepped in. The disapproving grunt, Soona looking pointedly at something behind you, the young apes going quiet and not looking towards you anymore…that had been him.

Noa continued, not realizing you were having your own revelation, eyes still fixed on your arm. “The younglings…liked learning…about Echos…there is…much to learn…I want to…learn too.”

This statement shook you out of your previous thoughts as a new one took shape. You called Noa’s name, causing him to lock eyes with you, before you asked, “Do you know what a compromise is?”

[glxssy-the-first]

Guest 1337👊+ Doey!reader angst

Requested by strawb3rrycr3p3c00ki3, reader goes by they/them

TW: Death

May be OOC

You were some kind of robloxian made up of some playdough-like consistency, being more flexible due to this. you also have the ability to walk through tight spaces since you have no bones, just dough. And carrying three souls in one body! Though, you were mostly in control.

You got kidnapped and placed in some realm in a processed called 'forsakening', and forced to play some cat-and-mouse game against killers all while trying to survive.

But despite the situation, you managed to stay strong! Besides, your motives to protect others stayed with you while trapped in this place, and you made it your goal to protect the other survivors stuck here.

This caused a friendship to sprout between you and another survivor with the same ideas in mind; Guest 1337! You both wanted to protect others in this hell

He would help reassure you everything would be fine in the end, hopefully, everyone could escape from this place peacefully. You and Guest 1337 were inseperable

That was until...

tonight.

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You sat at the end of the dock, clutching a newspaper that had appeared in the lobby (like those missing posters that would appear sometimes) But this one...this specific one...

It was like a brick to the heart- someone you cared for before you got kidnapped here. They died. They're gone. You would never see them again. Even if you managed to escape, they would still be gone.

You clutched the newspaper harder, feeling a different soul take it's place, the more emotional one. Why did this have to happen? Why? Why while you're stuck in this realm?

As you felt these emotions start to overwhelm you, a voice cut you out of your own thoughts. Right...It was Guest 1337.

"[Name]" He started, standing over you "What are you doing?"

You stayed silent, before handing him the newspaper you were holding. He would look it over, realizing your situation "..Ah"

Staring at your reflection in the water, you let out a sigh "That was...my friend. Someone I really did care for before this whole thing. And now, I won't ever see them again. Free or not from this place." You turned your head up to look out past the water, if there was even anything beyond, nobody really knew.

"I'm supposed to protect others." You started, picking up a smooth stone next to you, your doughy fingers brushing over it. "But how can I protect everyone if I can't prevent the death of someone else?!" As you started to get more upset, Guest 1337's face changed to one of concern.

"If it wasn't for this stupid realm, I could've been there to stop that from happening!" You said before throwing the stone out to the water, causing it to skip a few times before falling into the water.

"Hey- it's gonna be fine-" He reached for your shoulder but you stopped him by slapping his hand away and abruptly standing up. "No it's not!"

"It's not gonna be okay! What about everyone else up there?! What if they follow suite and if I escape, there's nothing left?!" You spat, while Guest 1337 put his hands up

The other soul was now taking control, all you were feeling now was just pure, unfiltered anger. He said everything was gonna be fine, and was everything okay right now? No, and things could only get worse from here.

"Just calm down..." You couldn't calm down, not right now. He lied, he gave you a false sense of hope. Your anger was currently directed towards one person, and it was him.

Completely blinded by rage, you swung at him. Out of self-defense and pure instinct, He countered the attack by shoving you backwards. The shove was more powerful than you both predicted, and you went barreling back, falling into the freezing cold water.

The cold engulfed you immediately, shock from the temperature following. The water filled your nose as you sank down, his figure slowly fading away.

Now it's all quiet, with the cold water biting at your body, you come back to your senses. realizing your actions resulted in you here. You'd be with that friend soon

As you felt you end creeping in, one last thought came to your mind.

I'm sorry...

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Standing where you once were, staring into the dark water. seeing the ripples slowly fade, leaving nothing behind but silence after a conflict.

He dropped to his knees. They're gone, just like that. No more [Name]. He was left alone.

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Some wonderful drawing provided by the person who requested this!

[onboardsorasora]

I saw that tweet about Franco riding with Lewis and thought of this lmao

Daniel walked into the entryway, slipping off his shoes and tucking it into the guest cubby while Lewis walked further into his home. He looked good, Daniel thought. But then again Lewis always looked good. From being covered in champagne on the top step, winning best dressed in the paddock, drowsily stealing blankets or groaning his orgasm. 

“How’ve you been?” Lewis asked, settling on the couch.

“Been good, loving going under the radar.” Daniel grinned, feeling Lewis’ attention zero in on his beard. The last time he’d had it this thick was that winter they spent holed up at Lewis’ in Colorado. There’d been no need to shave because they’d spent the entire time wrapped around each other in some way or another. 

“So I see.” 

They chatted for a bit more, about mundane things. Roscoe came and settled on the couch beside Daniel, head on his lap. 

“So…” Daniel mumbled. Lewis looked over at him, exhaling from his vape.

“So…?”

“You and Franco, huh?”

Lewis laughed, throwing his head backwards. “Jealous?”

“I’m just asking.” Daniel put his hands up in surrender. It didn’t matter how he felt about it– it didn’t matter that he felt about it.

“He sucked me off on the jet– who says no to a blowjob?” Lewis shrugged. 

“He’s gonna be bouncing on it by break then. Bet he’ll look great all stretched out on your yacht.” Daniel muttered looking down at Roscoe.

“You are jealous.” Lewis grinned and cupped his own cheek. “Don’t worry Dan, you’re still my favourite.”

“I’m sure.” Daniel stuck his tongue out at him. 

“Am I still your favourite or is that your Maxy still.”

“Oh fuck off.” There was no bite to it, wouldn’t be.

“Those pictures of him in St Tropez look good, those shorts feel familiar though.” Lewis needled, Daniel knew that Lewis knew that he was with Max the previous weekend. When the Unleash the Lion was still moored in Port Hercules. They’d taken it out for a day and Max hadn’t let him leave the main cabin. Daniel had no idea what the rest of the boat even looked like.

He hadn’t realized that Max had stolen his shorts until the pictures came out. The shorts that Lewis bought him– a gag gift that he actually hadn’t actually worn because they never wore clothes long enough with each other.

Max knew all this, Daniel knew. So stealing and wearing the shorts were almost akin to shots fired. Lewis had invited him over while he’d been out playing padel with George and them. He’d been busy with work previously.

“Who knew Max had a klepto streak?” Daniel shrugged. Max had taken the shorts when he wasn’t looking, there wasn’t much Daniel could do about it.

“Hmmmm of course.” Lewis stood. “Anyway, you didn’t come here to talk about Max and Franco.”

“No, I reckon I’m here to give you some beard burn.” Daniel patted Roscoe’s head when he huffed at being moved. He stood as well.

Lewis cupped his jaw, fingers sinking into soft but wiry hair.

“Missed you Danny.” Lewis murmured.

“Miss you too.” Daniel returned. It was the closest they’d get to admitting feelings. They kissed filthily, a promise of the day and maybe night to come. 

[thekaiserroll]

Hug

It's nearly impossible to have a quiet and peaceful day with the crew, like the strawhats. Nami is mostly used to the noise on Going Merry but one day she gets fed up with Zoro and Sanji arguing. Not only are they extremely loud, but they've also already broken way too many things during their fights.

She decides that If they want to act like brats, then she's going to treat them as such. So she makes them apologize and hug each other in silence for an hour. None of them are happy about this punishment, but Nami threatened to raise Zoro's debt, and Sanji couldn't say no to her. It could be worse.

It's awkward enough for them to not incite any fight for a long time and Nami is quite proud of herself. She knows it won't last forever but at least now she knows how to handle them. It inevitably happens again. And again. And again.

Much to her surprise, those fights became more and more frequent. And what's even weirder is that she could see the way both Zoro and Sanji occasionally glanced at her to make sure she was nearby. It's almost as if they wanted someone to make them hug each other. As if they needed an excuse.... these idiots.

Soon, they don't even need Nami's help. When they aren't busy training, cooking or fighting, they cuddle together. Sometimes Luffy or Chopper would join them, but most of the crew knew it was their time.

After two years spent separately, they became extremely clingy. It's no surprise when they start sleeping in the same bed. What is surprising is that despite them behaving like a lovey-dovey couple, those oblivious idiots are STILL unaware of each other's feelings.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[devilsfoolcake]

The absolute pain misery this drawing put me through. Posting it anyways <3 bc i love my robot partner n this is cute

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[nach0]

testing out new shading styles with some of my mc characters - still unnamed (nicknamed narc) and yopper! click for full quality bcse tumblr hates me and as always notes in the tags