#and a nap

[ken-jaku]

pretty nose, pretty boy. zayne from love and deepspace

there's a huge chance my phone may have distorted the quality to make it look like he has a dorsal hump but idc! i like the idea of it sm that im gonna lie to myself!

content warnings. suggestive content (smut), pussydrunk!zayne, both fem!reader and zayne are virgins, fingering, oral via face riding, zayne has a dorsal hump, semi!public sex (at akso hospital for the plot😼). vague mentions of zayne's asphyxiation kink, brief mentions of pining, nervous/anxious reader. verbal consent (zayne strictly wants words, no hums or nods). zayne is naturally dominant in this... idk what came over me. overstimulation. cumming right after an orgasm cause "love knows no bounds" :D mention of jealousy towards rafayel. reader has doctor/patient kink? all this on the first day of dating is crazyyy shit writing, haven't published anything since 2016 and that was a 5 chapter, 300 words each, wattpad story on hanahaki💀 huge chance i might edit this again later

word count. 5.09k words

"zayne?" your words are almost like a whisper as you squirm on the couch, impatience and anxiety riddling you as you can't wait to get dinner and execute your plan of either a.) finally getting a longer kiss compared to the two-second one you had earlier or b.) getting said kiss and have him hang out for a few more minutes after he walks you to your apartment. your boyfriend of just a few hours, which still feels rather unreal, sat across the room from you, hard at work. his long, scarred fingers tap away at the keyboard before him. a soft, short hum leaves his lips in acknowledgement of you.

said hum goes, unintentionally, ignored as you couldn't stop staring at him. the way his long eyelashes gently graced his lids, his nose twitching ever so slightly to shift his glasses as he focused on the computer screen. his beauty- his very being was captivating.

you never noticed it before but his nose had a small, almost unnoticeable, dorsal hump. soon enough, your mind went where no one's should be, especially on the day you confess and start dating. you wanted to fuck his face, plain and simple. sure, it was a bit too soon to have those thoughts but, really. who cares? you cuffed a pretty man with a pretty nose- you just can't help yourself!

"are you alive over there?" your physician's monotone voice almost makes you jump, "you've been staring at me for quite a while," his voice now laced with faux concern, "i couldn't get your attention for almost a minute."

you clear your throat, smoothing out your dress as you stand up. your fingers picked at each other as you got closer to him. zayne's mind drifts briefly from the task at hand as he watches you through the corner of his eyes, taking in the long silk sundress you chose to wear. the dress hugged all the right places and was quite flattering on you. for it to be the first formal piece of attire he'd see on you- it was like a blessing.

"when are we gonna leave? our reservation's in thirty minutes." you sigh, leaning over his desk and taking a peek at his computer before ultimately resting your head on the wooden surface, staring at his hands as the unfamiliar terms and long words on the screen annoyed you to no end.

"soon, my love, and stop hurting yourself. we won't be late." he places his left hand in yours, eyes not leaving the screen before him as he holds his breath in your presence. that was the end of it. you knew him well enough to know that. your begging would only result in the same monotone voice, the only difference being the almost unnoticeable annoyance that laced his words. it made no sense to fight back. you struggle not to release another sigh, your eyes never leaving the handsome man in front of you.

well, at least he has his beauty going for him despite being strict.

your hand reaches up to his face, delicately tracing the lines of his nose, following the curve of his high nose bridge upwards with your finger. just as you barely tilt his glasses, he stops you— his large, cold hand gripping your wrist. the interaction sends shivers down your spine as his eyes stare into yours with an intensity that leaves you wanting.

zayne finally lets out a breath, "is there something on my face for you to be staring at it for so long? the more you distract me, the longer this will take." your nickname follows— the word leaving his mouth sweetly in comparison to the others.

a murmur leaves your pretty, glossy lips, having swiped your tongue over them one too many times in the past three minutes, "you just have a pretty nose..." you trail off.

your physician tilts his head, eyes never leaving your face as he reads your body language. you were nervous- that was obvious but you were also hiding something, "what do you like about it?"

your cheeks feel warm and you find yourself averting his gaze as your head leaves the desk, the area now occupied with your elbows, "you have a dorsal hump."

he hums, "that i do... is that all you like?" your breath hitches and you cross your legs.

planting your palms on the wooden surface, you quickly attempt to rise from the desk only to find yourself being pulled back into place. zayne had dragged you back to him with the same singular hand that gripped your wrist. he was enjoying this, you could tell. it was never in his nature to pry so deeply even when it pertained to him so to see him show his true colours the day you begin dating...

"zayne..."

"come here." he hoarsely whispers as he stands up, taking a step closer to you before pulling you towards him, closing the distance between you two. his hand finally lets go of your wrist, opting to place both of them at the sides of your body, resting them on the desk behind you. you feel yourself leaning further against the table as he gets closer, until eventually, you find yourself almost sitting on it. he had you trapped.

zayne sighs, his head now resting on your shoulder as you eye the way his hand moves. just barely brushing your hip, he slides his hand down from your lower arm into your palm. one thing about zayne: he frequently has dreams about you- perverted ones at that. he was never proud of them but, god, did he indulge in them whenever they came along. you'd walk around the hospital every week, clueless about how he wished to secretly take you, not in front of everyone, though- he wants it to be away from prying eyes, but never prying ears.

while roaming akso and attending to duties, he'd regularly spot you in the corner of his eye- he doesn't like to admit it but he does make an attempt to cross paths with you at least once before seeing you in his office when you come for appointments. in your little skirt, you'd bend down to receive the same drink from the same secluded vending machine- the plush of your thighs on display for him to see. the sight would always leave his throat dry as he either speaks to you, forcing himself to let go of all the lewd thoughts and have a proper conversation, or he turns around quickly, as if he'd committed a sin, only to come back to that very same area every two weeks to commit the same act.

sometimes, just as he's about to address you, he hears your friend calling out to you with a sulky demeanour. it was always that same friend named rafayel too, never anyone different. deep down, he wishes for that kid to stop clinging to you like a lost puppy, showing up at akso, begging for your attention as he claims he fell down the stairs or got a cramp in his finger. he also occupies a hospital bed from time to time by admitting himself when he really doesn't need to but that's the least of zayne's grievances with him. zayne's always dreamed of wanting everyone, especially rafayel, to know you're his. and now that you two are dating, he's one step closer to said desire.

you feel two pecks on your shoulder blade and one on your palm. he brings your hand up to cup his cheek, "tell me what else you like about my nose, (name)." his tone was more commanding than anything, seemingly laced with jealousy and annoyance- not towards you, of course- never towards you. he'd never spoken to you that way before but, god, do you like it.

you watch as his fingers graze yours softly, his eyes only ever leaving yours when he closes them, revelling in the warmth your hand brings his cold, freezing body.

"i... " you feel his knee grazing your thigh as you try to spit something out.

"you can say it. no matter how vile and vulgar your thoughts may be... i want you to say it," after reassuring you, he asks once more, "what else do you like about my nose, (name)?"

a soft gasp leaves your lips as you feel his knee push further up your dress, "say it," he whispers, his lips now grazing your ear as his hand reaches for the back of your neck.

"i love how easy it looks to ride, zayne, fuck-" your words get muffled as zayne kisses you intensely. the feeling has you dizzy as the farthest you've gotten were the pecks initiated by you earlier that day and the ones he initiated just a few minutes ago.

his other hand grips your waist tightly as he presses himself into you further, his hands now the only thing keeping you from falling back onto the table. with the way he handled you, it was like he couldn't get enough. your very scent allured him.

"is this okay?" his lips withdraw yours as he begins leaves pecks on your cheek and neck as he awaited your response.

a nod and hum left you as you stared at the windows, looking at the reflection and taking pleasure in the way he kissed your body. but he stops.

as you were about to turn to him and ask what was wrong, a strict stare was all it took. his brownish-green eyes pierced into yours in the reflection of the glass. his eyebrows raised as he waited for something from you. he wanted words. he needed to hear, through proper verbal communication, that you wanted this.

"yeah..." you sound almost breathless facing him, "yeah, i wanna do this."

a small smile reaches his lips before he kisses you again. more deeply, more lovingly. he was relishing in your very being. the girl who he'd pined for was finally his after fifteen long years.

the hand gripping your hip would soon spread around your waist as the other rested on the fabric covering your thigh—a fabric that he would push up in annoyance as he needed to feel you bare.

his thumb would involuntarily twitch, grazing and pushing at your cunt as he squeezed and rubbed the plush of your inner thigh, the cold pressure being felt through the sheer panties you wore had you shivering.

"zayne.." your impatience was getting the best of you and zayne could see it. he chuckles as he bunches your silky sundress up at your waist and hooks his long pointer and index fingers around the last piece of fabric that bars you from him- teasing him with the dampness that left it looking a deeper colour than usual.

before he can ask, you give him the confirmation he needs, raising your hips, "take it off... please?"

he obeys, a little too willingly as if his patience was also wearing thin, and a soft 'fuck' leaves his lips as he stares at your dripping cunt, the vulgar word shocks the both of you.

he can only chuckle as he eyes the dress straps that had fallen off your shoulder, "the things you do to me." ever so slowly, his cold hands push the straps further down, pulling your arms from out of it. your breasts were now on display for him as the dress slid down, grazing your sensitive nipples in the process and stopping at your diaphragm.

you look away, gnawing on your lip. it set a weird feeling in your stomach knowing he was fully dressed in his doctorly attire while you were bare, exposed for him to see- for him to examine. you feel his hand rest back on your cunt, the other hand grasping your chin to look at him. he wasn't overly rough but the hold was quite strong and decisive. every breath and movement from zayne exuded dominance.

"don't hide from me, pretty girl, you know better than that." the pet name has you shuddering, paired with the fact that he began to gently prod at your entrance with his index finger before allowing you to suck him in completely, his thumb softly touching your clit occasionally as he inspects you.

his lips find yours once more, his tongue prodding your mouth and you can't help but whine at the feeling as he slowly introduces another finger. with every touch from him, you feel your breath leaving and your hands gripping harshly at the edges of the tables, almost piercing your skin.

zayne eventually touches something. something that leaves you even wetter than before. his fingers prodded and rubbed at you- at that spongy spot in your cunt that's been begging to be touched by him for a while.

"oh, wait- fuck!" you break the kiss as an involuntary hiccup leaves you. zayne grunts in annoyance, pushing lips back onto yours in an instant- his fingers increasing in momentum as he targets that pleasurable spot.

you find yourself sliding off the edge of the table as your body trembles with every thrust. despite still gripping the table, you almost collapse onto your knees if not for the man in front of you catching you. all while holding you, zayne doesn't let up- the squelching sounds your wet entrance makes flood the room, fueling him to keep going. he was so hell-bent on making you cum one way or another.

"c'mon, be a good girl for me. do this one thing for me 'n i'll let you ride my face. c'mon pretty girl." you couldn't see his eyes anymore. his fringes covered them as he looked down at your cunt, taking in the lewd noises that followed with every thrust of his finger and the clear, wet mess that started to drip down your thighs.

you can't help but nod, "anyth-ing for you." the abuse on your cunt and the way his mouth kisses at your nipples and sternum were taking your breath away. he was touching at all the right spots at all the right times.

your head throws itself back as the increasing pressure builds up in your stomach and you can't help but hold his wrist in an attempt to try and push him off of you. zayne, still, is relentless in his actions but he does raise his head to read your expressions and listen to your mumbled, repetitive 'yes's affirming him of how badly you want it.

"gonna cum. gonna cum, please lemme cum." you repeat over and over again as your nails dig crescent moon shapes into your lover's lower arm.

zayne chuckles, his fingers continuing at the same pace, never ceasing, "you can come whenever you want to, lovely. your hand is what's pushing me away."

your eyes shut tightly as the orgasmic feeling washes over you, basking in the complete and utter loss of the control you have over your body. you feel your eyes roll into into the back of your head behind your lids and your mouth parts as broken, whiny moans leave your lips. your lover smiles as he feels your walls spasm, clamping around his fingers repeatedly, harmonious with the way your thighs shiver.

you come down from your high rather slowly and zayne lifts you up, helping you move closer to the couch while you try to get your eyes to focus and attempt to beat the fatigue washing over you.

"you said you wanted to ride me, hmm?" zayne hums, itching in anticipation unbeknownst to you. you nod a bit nervously as you try to catch your breath, watching as he sits down and brings you to him by your waist, bunching your dress at your hips in the process. your cunt was almost lined up with his mouth.

"zayne, wait. i think i'm still s-ensitive," you say between gasps as you feel his breath fanning out onto your clit.

a hum leaves his lips and he looks at his watch briefly, "i don't think we have that much time, my love. it'll feel good, i promise. but if you want, we can wait until later tonight?" he kisses your thigh. there was no way in hell you were going to 'wait until later tonight.' the ache in your cunt from the anticipation would be too much for you to handle.

"hmm, it's okay..." you shake your head as you whisper tiredly, the post-orgasm drowsiness hitting you hard. he smiles as he lays down, taking you by the hand and leading your body closer to his face. his hands reach up towards his glasses. daintily holding them by the frame, he slips them off his face to place them on the glass table to the side of you.

the sight makes you pout and zayne, being zayne, catches it.

"what? do you also like my glasses too?" he smirks, bringing your hips to lay on him. you nod as you hesitantly let yourself be guided onto his chest.

"and when you get too rough and you break them, what then?" he questions, sass lacing his tone while his eyes focus on your cunt, watching it drip all your cum all over his shirt. the fact that he said 'when' and not 'if' had your body twitching. still, annoyance riddles your body and you roll your eyes. he's always ten steps ahead of you.

“ugh.. you’re so…” you’re at a loss for words and zayne can’t help but smile at your reaction.

he grips your hips roughly pulling you up to his face, "hmm...that's enough banter for now. don't be shy. 'm gonna ease you into it. and yes...i'll be fine, i promise."

with the constant reassurance, you build up enough courage to sit on him and almost immediately does his tongue find your clit, occasionally tracing around your labia and prodding your entrance.

"ha— zayne. wait!" a high-pitched strangled moan leaves your lips and the man grunts under you as your body lifts itself off of him in shock. zayne feels his eyes almost roll into the back of his head as he briefly catches a glimpse of how your pretty, puffy cunt pulsates around absolutely nothing. as he comes to his senses, his arms quickly lock around your legs, bringing you back down and keeping you in your rightful place— on top of him.

your moans get louder and louder and soon enough zayne finds himself humming satisfyingly into you, sending vibrations all throughout. to hear your cries of pleasure just from this, alone? while you tasted so good? zayne was in his own icy wonderland.

"waited years for this pussy and it's finally mine." he mumbles deliriously, and you nod, "all your— hmpf, fuck, all yours." he was fucking insatiable, arms tightening around your thighs as he forced you to press further down onto him. tears start to well in your eyes.

at this rate, zayne's cock was harder than ever before and you, yourself, notice that as you lean back, palm accidentally pressing down onto his erection, touching on the bounds of both pain and pleasure for him. a soft moan leaves him as he takes his mouth off of you for a moment, thick cock throbbing with want.

"wait," he says between shallow gasps for air, "not yet. i just want to focus on you right now... can you let me do that?" you nod and he slaps your thigh, which quickly has your spurting out multiple 'yes's in an apologetic tone.

you feel your body lifting to which you whine, tears falling in thick globs as you unconsciously hump the air for some needed friction, your pussy once again clamping around nothing, as you assume some sort of punishment was about to begin.

zayne watches you amusingly. it was quite a pathetic sight- one he loved, don't get him wrong but the thoughts that flowed into his mind weren't nice— slapping your ass, pinching your thigh or edging you every time you forgot to properly address him, tears falling down your face as you apologize and pout, begging to be fucked. god, he could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

it was the first official day of dating, though, so he wanted to cut you some slack and slowly ease you into things.

he finally puts you back down- noticeably, a bit further up his face. his arms lock you back in place, preparing himself in case you decide to run away from him again.

if anything, he'll ease you into things by forcing you to fuck yourself one orgasm into the other on his face.

"ride my face. fuck yourself using my nose." those words have your cunt spasming as you don't hesitate to listen to him.

your body jerks slowly as you ground down on him, his tall nose repeatedly tapping and prodding at your clit. zayne doesn't hesitate to continue his past ministrations, his tongue flat against you, sliding across your folds with every thrust from you.

"z-zayne. fuck." you moan as you grip the couch's arm for dear life, your body unconsciously speeding up as you look at the boy beneath you sitting so still and pretty for you with his eye half-lidded as his mouth softly parted. and, of course, the stimulation from his nose was just not helping.

zayne was drenched, soaked with your juices and he wouldn't let up. air lessened with each breath for him but he didn't care. in fact, he pushed his head further up into you. he loved it. he loved drowning in you.

"would love to have you sit on my face more often," he murmurs to himself as he feels your fingers entangle themselves in his hair, thighs locking and trembling around his head from the vibrations. zayne pushes his head up into your cunt even further, the hump on his hose throwing you for a loop.

"zayne. zay—fuck, fuck. oh, god!" you just couldn't get his name out of your mouth. it's as if he was currently conditioning you to focus on him— to know only him in this moment. he smiles, "it's alright, you can cum, baby. no one's stopping you. get off on my nose and mouth, baby. that's it." the sounds his face created with your pussy were oh, so lewd. it filled the entire room as your physician acted like you were a cup of fresh water waiting for him after he stayed in the sahara for a little too long.

soft whimpers leave your lips as you feel yourself sobbing. the pressure building up was too intense.

"come on, give it to me." the man under you grunts as he feels his dick twitch incessantly. no matter how badly he wanted to, zayne just couldn't resist palming himself. his tongue continues to fuck you sloppily, relishing in the act as he lapped up the savoury, dripping cum from you and spit from him like a dog. all while he played with your nipples, either groping, slightly grazing, or circling them. you name it.

you feel your legs thrash as a loud moan rips from your throat before you even realize what's coming. your body can't stop shaking and all you see is white yet zayne doesn't stop eating you out, his lips now encircling your clit and as he grips your legs even stronger, forcing you to relish in the harsh suction and vibrations as he moans along with you from the sight of you before him.

you squirt all over him, short bursts leaving your cunt to shower the man under you. the shock and embarrassment don't even last long as a gasp in pleasure leaves you- zayne was still on you, eyes closed as he lapped up every last drop you had offered him. he realized you came, his dick leaking pre-cum and twitching from the fact, but never truly processed it, fucking you through your orgasm and into the next one while not taking into account your sensitivity. you had no time to catch your breath.

"h—hey. wait... zayne!" you squirm. he hums unconsciously as he digs himself further into your cunt, overstimulating you with the flicks of his tongue. it's as if he can't stop. it's as if can't hear you. or maybe he just doesn't want to hear you.

"no more! hmphf— shit!" you repeatedly tap his shoulder as you continue to shake, your hips unconsciously still grinding into his face while your upper body rocks with sensitivity, nipples harder than ever and goosebumps riddling your skin. your thighs were practically squeezing his head now.

"one more for me baby, one more. please. just one more for me." zayne murmurs as he gasps for air. he looks as if he's lost his mind. his hair is dishevelled, with some parts of his fringes sticking up while the rest just barely covers his eyes. he really looks like a pervert that came straight out of a hentai in the moment. it was quite a sight.

the longer you stare, the more he looks blurry- your vision was becoming obscured, your senses simultaneously heightening as a result while the pressure in your tummy begins to build once more.

"hng— zayne, 'm gonna cum!" you sob, voice booming throughout the entire office as you feel yourself twitch, overstimulation ravaging your body. zayne's nails dig further into your hips, breaking skin, and the sharp pain allows you to finally let go. your back arches as your orgasm engulfs you, cum squirting out of you in bursts smaller yet more powerful than earlier.

"oh fuck—" a low, cracked whine leaves your boyfriend, his neck arching as he struggles to contain himself from quivering. his body shudders as he gently kisses your cunt and thighs. a fucked out look paints his face as he tries to catch his breath, his hand softly rubbing your waist in an attempt to calm you— and himself— down as he feels unusually lightheaded.

silence follows for a bit as you come down from your high and push yourself off of your lover's face who seemed very quiet—and not the usual quiet. there was something different about the air. hesitantly, you sit on his chest.

"zayne," you whisper nervously, "are you okay?"

zayne clears his throat, blinking harshly at the ceiling with his chest still heaving as his ears and cheeks are dusted red- his pretty mouth red, swollen and glistening with you. he swallows, avoiding eye contact with you as he tries to collect himself. you've never seen him like this... so shy, so embarrassed.

the silence that follows as your question goes unanswered causes anxiety to riddle through you, "did i do something wron-" "no," he interrupts not wanting to upset you in any way, "just... a minor miscalculation."

feeling relaxed, you push yourself down further onto his waist in an attempt to lay on top of him, "a minor miscalculation? what-"

oh.

you're shocked... and flattered as you feel a deeply soaked wet spot on his pants.

"i was too distracted and forgot about resisting my orgasm," he murmurs, not making eye contact. you smile, "hmm, i can tell. but don't be embarrassed, zayne. i find it a little hot... well, very hot." you chuckle. the reassurance was nice but, truth be told, he wanted his first load with you to be inside your glistening cunt, with you begging and pleading with him to give it to you, just like in his dreams.

one side of his lip curls up slightly, "i still can't believe i orgasmed untouched. though, this is my first time so i suppose it's not unusual."

just as you're about to lay on his chest, your body jerks upwards, "wait, what? you're a virgin, too? how'd you even know to do all th-"

"human anatomy," he interrupts, "being a surgeon, your physician and your boyfriend- it's quite necessary. and though i don't watch, a common assumption would be pornography."

embarrassment riddles your face and you mentally berate yourself for asking a stupid question as he kisses you, "... and i may have read some forums." his tone was soft and wispy, almost slipping past your ears. curiosity runs through you as you look up past his head at the computer. oh, that search history needed to be investigated.

"don't even think about it. i have a computer for work and another for personal use." he rolls his eyes.

gently, he lifts you from his waist and places you onto the couch just as he rises from it. he begins unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt, wiping your cum residue from off his face onto the sleeves, "relax a bit. you need to come down from your high. we shouldn't miss the reservation if we leave in a minute... or three."

"wait, what about your work?"

zayne stops untying his tie to look at you. his head tilts and his eyebrow raises in the most comical way possible as if to say 'you can't be serious right now.'

"okay, fair. and.. your clothes? do you have an extra pair?" the moment you close your mouth you see zayne open a large closet filled with various button-ups and dress pants for varying occasions. as you take a closer look, you notice that they're organized by gradient and paired. not a single piece of clothing was out of place.

it was your turn to give him 'the look' as you scanned the closet before pointing at a paired outfit, a black turtleneck with matching dress pants. looking in that direction, zayne nods, taking the clothes from out the storage unit and undressing himself.

you feel your cheeks warm as you catch a glimpse of his bare back. you have yet to see him undressed and, to be honest, you don't want it to be now considering the two of you had plans after dinner. the sooner you fix your clothes the faster that time will arrive so that's what you do.

looking away, you notice something is missing- your panties. you quietly search for your underwear and it's nowhere to be seen. you scan the concrete floor and the velvet couches before directing your attention to the akso employee, only to catch him pushing sheer material into his pocket in silence just as you were about to query the fabric's whereabouts.

the two of you make eye contact once more. his face holds no emotion but he does turn around rather quickly, blush blooming at his ears once again as he looks at his computer before closing it and gathering the rest of his belongings.

note(s)💀. no one can come for me about the dorsal hump cause i found someone that happens to think the same thoughts as me! also i just finished day 2 of the valentine event??? zayne may have a sensitive neck ??? or am i just delusional??? + fav zayne edit if u care😼 also if i forgot something in the warnings plz dont hesitate to tell me! + i would love constructive crisitism just be nice abeg.

[duckysprouts]

if obi wan had raised luke, padme’s ghost would be subjected to twice the headache she died with

[tanis-zed]

God I just love Pyrrha Dve so much. She’s just so beautifully tragic. Everyone she ever believed in betrayed her, everyone she’s ever loved died. She spent ten thousand years as a ghost in the back of her best friend’s mind, then got to play father to a fucked up little found family for six months, and she doesn’t even hesitate to use the bullet she was saving for God himself to save her adopted daughter. Truly the character of all time.

[lunylune]

"Will it not break your hearts, when inevitably... the child grows to know only rage?"

"Did you prove your parents right, or did you prove your family correct?"

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I drew this when stress-tested came out because I have a lot of feelings about Gorgug fighting so hard for people to see him as he is. I think Gorgug knows rage is a part of it, and his protective instinct builds from that. But he knows other people don't know that. Many people only see what he bring to the table as a barbarian.

And with everything that happened in the nightmare forest i can't help but wonder how the world would have remembered Gorgug if he did die on that first day of school, the kid who got detention on the first day for fighting another kid.

Gorgug knows he is more, but the pressure of making the world understand that might just break something.

(No worries i'm working on a follow up :D )

[soodoonimin]

I read lines this from Logan and no matter how many times he says shit like this I always gotta put my tablet down and just have a good cry about him 😭😭😭😭

[soft-toyfriend]

ngl it’s probably lucky that I don’t have a big teddybear plushie because I’d be on that thang constantly literally every spare second I get I’d be cuddling it and nuzzling it and grinding on its soft legs and body and putting a strap on it so I could hump against the shaft n suck the strap nuzzling its soft fur when I need that and fuck it however I needed and sleepily cockwarm it while cuddling it and—

[cassafrasscr]

Imogen giving Orym a little kiss on the head. 🥲😭❤️

[glowry000]

Small headshots of the pookies. These are designs for an AU I have with some friends! I might change a bit more my insert’s design to be more “plant like” in appearance. Just cause I can. And he’s part plant technically too so it would be fun to try that out.

[pitypartyinpurple]

a little wip

[peronasilly]

AGERE SANJI SICKFIC !!

Rough Days

CW : please dont read while regressed 😞 this fic is more so meant to be angsty for sanji, as im gearing it to be more fluffy in chapter 2!!!

Read at your own discretion ^\^!!

Trigger warnings below cut

Tw:. Usopp mothers death mention, um no good caregiver beings, and so such..

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Its hot.

Sanji whines at the discomfort he’s currently in, placing a cool hand onto his forehead. He shuffles around a little before realizing he's really warm. He huffs a little but before moving himself out of bed to go to.. nami? Or maybe chopper.. or..

“Everybody!! Can we all meet on the front deck?” A loud female voice booms just as Sanji is contemplating.. he hears the other men in the cabin groan awake at nami’s rather loud call and begin to get up, so he himself rushes to grab his suit and such so he could get himself dressed quickly. Moving himself to the bathroom as he strips off… urg.. he was drenched with sweat that's just great…

He peels off his sweaty pajamas, struggling to get the buttons on his shirt right, why weren't they working? He clumsily continued trying to pull the buttons together before doing it… well enough. And then trying to get his blazer on. He frustratedly pulled at his sleeves but they just.. were not cooperating. He pouted and kicked his legs before just holding his blazer in his arms and moving to the meeting they were having.

“Oookay!!! Now that everyone is here, I wanted to say we should be coming up to an island soon..” Nami announced, holding her waist with her hip as zoro grumbled and some people nodded, already starting to think about what they would buy or what they would look for..

“But, that also means we have more work. There's some waters I need to finish charting, along with islands..” She stated, but what she was alluding to was ‘do not bother me, i am working. I will tear your head off.’ .. she took a moment before explaining a couple more things.

“.. Franky and Brook, I know you guys are working on a project, so please do that.. I think robin has a book she's currently studying about the poneglyphs on the new island.. and.. if anyone else is doing something and will be busy, please say it here so we can know not to bother you?” The last sentence came out quickly as she took a quick breath before letting anyone else speak.

Shockingly, Zoro raised his hand first, catching the attention of a few of the crewmates.

“.. im going to be working on a new type of workout so.. dont bother me” he grumbled in a tired voice, yawning a bit as he said it. Usopp also raised his hand and so did chopper.. luffy raised his hand too but he didnt know why they were raising hands.. so he just laughed along.

Nami smiled and clapped her hands as she excitedly declared “Awesome everybody!! —.. almost everybody!! Is busy!” She gave a quick glance to sanji who was trying to figure out what she said (as his mind was lagging behind a little bit at the moment).. and she jokingly said “so.. sanji, find something to do?” She giggled to herself since he was the only one who didnt have a huge task to do today..

Sanji perked up as he heard his name and nodded a little befire everyone else walked away to go and do their stuff.. how was he supposed to tell anyone he wasnt feeling well now? Maybe.. he could take a nap and then go and ask? Theyd be finished after an hour or two.. right?..

He hummed as he shuffled his way into the aquarium where in the corner laid a few stuffed animals.. a tiger, a monkey, a huge tangerine?? And a shark.. Sanji grabbed the shark and kept it in his arms.. he hugged the cool stuffed animal tightly against himself before plopping himself on the floor.. and curling himself into a small ball. He moved his thumb into his mouth and clung to his shark, chewing contently at his digit as he rested once more..

. . . . . . . .

After.. quite a while, Sanji woke up after hearing loud banging noises from the deck.. he whined from the noise, and from a new headache that seemingly just appeared. He wanted nami, or robin.. or even Zoro. He just didnt wanna be alone right now, he wanted someone to tell him he was okay. And say that he would be fine.. he frowned and huffed, maybe if he went to nami all small she would at least let him sit by her side as she worked? That sounded nice.

So that was his plan!! He stood up rather weakly, the feeling of sweat on his entire body once again,, it felt so yucky.. maybe while he was there he could ask nami to help him change since he wasnt exactly feeling big enough to do it at the moment.. he held his shark by its hand and dragged it and his way too heavy body to namis charting room.

He knocked once, getting no response despite hearing scribbling of papers.. he waited a second before knocking again, this time getting an annoyed groan and a ‘come in’, to which he promptly did. At the sight of sanji, nami had a small scowl on her face, until he saw him dragging his stuffed animal. Her face softened a little as she sighed and made a gesture for him to come foward.

“Sanji.. are you feeling tiny right now?” She hummed carefully, receiving a nod and a half as a response. She rubbed her forehead gently and sighed, she couldnt have him here right now.. she was in the midst of charting waters that no one had seen before !! (Although that was all of the grandline.. which meant she was constantly.. not free.)

“I’m sorry hon, really busy right now? Could you go and talk to zoro? Or Robin?” She hummed, raising her hand to hold his, giving it gentle strokes as her gaze darts between him and her work.

Sanji frowned a little and nodded, he most certainly had a preference for nami when he got all silly and small since.. as she was usually the gentlest with him.

Nami smiled and looked at his plush and rubbed his hand a bit more. “Oh, and look at him? He looks all yucky, how about you give him to me and ill put him in the laundry?” She stuck out a joking tongue as the poor stuffie was drenched in sweat.. Sanji thinks about it and nods, setting the large shark down next to her desk, making Nami give him a smile.

“What a lovely boy you are!! Make sure you find someone, kay?” At the end of her sentence she quickly went on to continue her drawing.. and sanji very reluctantly exited the cartography room, sliding his feet on the floor, it was awkward not having anything in his mouth or hands. His brows furrowed as he squeezed his hands in and out.. maybe he should smoke? No.. literally the entire crew told him he shouldn't smoke when he was feeling tiny..

But who would really notice if he just smoked one..

He fiddled with his pockets, assuring himself that allowing one to himself would be okay.. trying to find if he’d kept any in his pants or button up.. and perked up at the feeling of the cylindrical thing.

Sure it was a little smushed but, it would need to do. He felt around for a lighter in any if his pockets, finding one and somewhat thanking that big him was kind of addicted to tobacco..

He took a second, contemplating what he was doing.. before pushing the small cigarette into his mouth and then messily trying to light it.. (it very barely worked without him injuring himself).

He blew in and out a bunch as he kept dragging his feet along to find zoro, eventually ditching the cigarette as it left a yucky taste on his mouth.. and his clothes. He was honestly feeling kind of horrid even besides that.. being that he now felt cold and hot, and his nose was all sniffly.. he wanted to curl up with one of his caregivers and cry. He was just a tired baby who was not feeling great.

Maybe he should go and find chopper first, get some advil or some medicine to feel better.. he sniffled a little, his nose starting to stuff up. He frowned and squeezed his eyes, he wanted to find zoro quickly so he could get out of these clothes and just be given attention..

He shuffled himself to the back of the deck, finally spotting zoro (and usopp sitting on something, watching zoro.) Zoro was in the middle of doing a bunch of working out-y stuff.. so sanji decided to sit with usopp!! He plopped himself right next to him and sat nicely so he could wait patiently!!

Usopp peered first at Sanji, and scanned over him noticing how.. red he seemed. He looked at his clothes, and how the buttons were all mismatched and his shirt seemingly sticking to his body, and the very distinct odor of smoke reeking from his shirt filling the air around them..

The two sat in an awkward silence as they watched Zoro workout for a bit, with usopp occasionally glancing to sanji who was shifting around uncomfortably. Both too hot from his button up, and too cold from the chills he was periodically getting.

Usopp eventually led a sly hand over to sanji, rubbing the boys back in any attempt to comfort him. He wasn’t entirely sure on what to do, the idea of Sanji being possibly sick didn't sit right with him.

The idea of any of his crewmates being sick didn't sit right with him. It made his heart race, and made him nervous they’d die (even though he knew logically they wouldnt). The loss of his mother definitely made illness a scary topic for him, and he tried not to think about his friends being ill.

But.. one more look at the poor boy made him groan a little. He knew he couldn't avoid what was right in front of him, he couldn't deny Sanji looked like a sickly victorian child at the moment.. but maybe it was just him being nervous?

Maybe he was little!!.. no he didn’t usually smoke when he regressed— or at least he wasn't supposed to. And he REEKED of tobacco. The reminder of the smell made usopp wrinkle his nose and move back a little..

But.. there was inky one way to tell. Usopp did what any normal person would do, and raised his hand to sanji’s forehead to check the temperature of his forehead.

Sanji whined as he pushed himself away from the cool hand that suddenly touched him, getting an evil glare from Zoro who was mid rep or.. something, making him quiet down a little. Sanji frowned, crossing his arms as Usopp took the opportunity to go right back to feeling Sanji’s forehead.

Quietly, Usopp whispered into the boy’s ear, “do you feel sick?” The liar questioned quietly, moving back so Sanji could answer verbally or non verbally. (The liar, very much ready to ditch Zoro and bring the baby to the sick bay so that way he could make sure he wasnt gonna.. yk.. cross to the other side.)

Sanji gave Usopp this pitiful look, his temperature indicating the obvious illness he had.. Usopp shook a little, nervous at the news, but bravely spoke

“Uh… um.. c-captain usopp will.. make sure that you.. feel better?” He shakily stated, loud enough that Zoro heard and skeptically looked over at the two.. he looked at usopp who was shaking a little and glared VICIOUSLY at sanji, thinking he did something to set him off.

But, Sanji was too busy simply looking up at usopp in a sort of heroic front to notice the anxiety that he was experiencing.. Usopp stood up, his legs shaking as Zoro set the bar he was working on down and walking over to the two, continuing to give Sanji a.. certain look.

Zoro took Usopps shoulder and turned him around to give him a hug as the boy was clearly uncomfortable. He mumbled some words of support as he picked up usopp, carrying him like a child… Sanji kind of looked confused, and looked up at the swordsman ti get an answer, but rather was met with.. nothing.

Zoro ignores Sanji and simply tends to usopp,

Focusing his attention to usopp who was still shaking, having a panic attack of the sort as he tried to calm himself.

Sanji frowned and opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a raspy “Z’ro?”, which had Sanji whining a little. His throat felt like razors when he spoke, how hadnt he noticed that?

It didnt really matter, though.

Zoro didnt even spare another glance to Sanji, hurrying himself to comfort a slipping Usopp, who was trying his best to level himself. but the anxiety of one of his crewmates being ill made him struggle with that. He couldnt even communicate his words with Zoro since he felt as though he couldnt speak due to the fact he was having a difficult enough time to try and simply breath properly

The fear of loosing one of his crewmates to illness, like his mother made him panic and he started to cry, to both Sanji and Zoro’s dismay. Sanji backs up and mumbles something before Zoro speaks up.

“it would be good if you to take your leave now.” He grumbles, rubbing Usopps back and picks him up. Zoro reassures Usopp that everything is fine, and tries to encourage him to express what made him feel so bad?

Sanji however, feels horrible. Simply telling somebody he was ill would cause this reaction?? For them to sob in utter dismay and crash out? He looked down and squeezed his eyes shut as he turned his body to leave them be.

……….

And uh. Thats all for now!!! More will be done when i figure out what to do ^\^…

[loveandleases]

I've been thinking about which MCs to pair with which ROs, and I've decided to focus on M.

The MC I have in mind would be very stoic and serious, but internally, he would find M adorable. He has experience getting physical, but he would be mortified if asked directly. I think he'll have a stunned silent moment when he realizes what M writes about. He would definitely initiate and would be willing to ensure they both have a good time. My question is: when they've been together longer, would M be comfortable initiating more? Would M be okay with an MC who doesn't care to voice his emotions, but would be willing to show it physically? They would both be blushing messes for very different reasons. I love the idea of M reading excerpts just to rile up MC.

Oh, it's been so long since Mar has had an ask! So, thanks for that! Mhm, I think M would initiate more once they're comfortable with their partner and have more experience. M just gets so focused on things they need a little reminder that there is more to life than their work. As long as M knows that MC cares about them, then M would have no problem if they show them their care physically. A soft caress on the cheek, a small kiss on the top of the head. M is weak for that kind of stuff. M has had to read excerpts when on a book tour before, so they're actually very good at it if in a bigger setting. If M was reading to their partner, I'm not sure how long they could hold out until they get overcome with... well. Let's just say M is a fan of their work.

[m3lodyxo]

I wanna suck the misogyny out of Adam.

[rainintheevening]

I want to write. I have the whole rest of the day to write (except for watching a movie with my brother). WHAT DO I WRITE? I DON'T KNOW. NOTHING IS BURNING A HOLE IN ME EXCEPT FOR AOS AND I FEEL GUILTY FOR THAT BECAUSE OF SEASONS AND COMFY-VEMBER, AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START WITH IT. HELP.

I need a hug. A very long one.

[thewallsaretalking-again]

“HAHAHA! look at his audial finals! Theyre taller than his fraggin' head!"

“Forget the finals length, look at his legs! He’s got SKYSCRAPERS for stabilizing servos!”

The young bots continued to hurl childish insults at Orion, who could do nothing but sit and watch as the loud voices of his peers rang through the hallway, bringing even more attention to the spat. The students had begun to gather around, some of them starting to snicker at the faces Orion made.

It was one of the few days where Orion was outside of the achives; a school day. It was the end of his second week at [REDACTED]. Like many new sparklings, Orion was having a bit of a hard time adjusting to his new environment and schedule: But he had a very different cause for it. Orion was, in human terms, around seven or eight, but he was only now being put into school for the first time. He knew practically nothing compared to other other bitlets his age. This, Again, was common for many sparklings, especially those of the lower castes; But this again brings up many other problems. Orion had spent half of his life tucked away from civilization in the cybertronian wilds, where food was scarce and life was scarcer. Being taken into Iacon city so suddenly had jolted his senses to an overwhelming point, and randomly being taught to talk and how and have manners was almost a breaking point for the young mech.

Now, Orion was facing a new and very real threat; socialization. Alpha Trion had hoped seeing bots his age would relax Orion some; possibly make his feel more at ease; but the opposite had happened. And, unfortunately. this as just the first of many, MANY rough encounters that Orion would have

“Haha…ew, EW! Look at his denta! They’re so sharp! What’s wrong with him?"

"Sweet Solus Prime! His servos are so sharp! Those things could rip a scraplet apart!”

“EEK! He’s looking at me! Get those creepy eyes off me you freak!”

Orion backed up even further as the crowd got closer and closer to him. Hearing himself clang into the corner of the hallway, Orion reached around the wall for something to grab onto. When he found nothing, he clutched his clawed servos to his chest and tried to make himself as small as possible, letting out an animalistic whimper.

The crowd roared with laughter at the strange sound he made, and only continuer to point out the things that were "wrong" with him: His long arms, his thin stature, his lack of armor; on and on the bitlets went, no sympathy running though their systems.

Just as Orion felt the farmiliar prick of tears in his optics, the bell rang, telling the botlings that they could now leave for the day. As the other botlings ran out the door, Orion blinked and lubricant steamed down his face. He stood there thinking of everything his peers had said about him, feeling something twist inside him as he gingerly grabbed his denta. Alpha Trion has always told him that wrongs could be righted… could he right this? This… none of this made sense…

“Hey! Get out of here you little rust stain! Schools out!”

Orion jumped at the obnoxious sound of his teachers voice. He scurried out of the hallway, head spinning, his metaphorical tail between his legs.

(BONUS)

Alpha trions heels clicked as he walked through the hall of records, looking for Orion. He noticed that Orion had been running off with increasing frequency since he bagan school half a cycle ago. Alpha Trion had begun to grow worried; Orion only talked about the things he learned at school and not about his peers or teachers. Not to mention, when he talked about the things that he learned he sounded… somewhat passionless about it. He always came home looking tired and defeated, and Alpha Trion was becoming more and more worried.

He quickly stopped and adjusted his audio receptors. Listening as well as he could, he faintly heard a sound resembling sudden puffs of air. Following the sound, it led him to an old storage room in the back of the archives. Everything back here was dark and musty, probably rusty and broken too, he thought to himself as he stared at an old toolbox left lying open in the middle of the hallway. Hearing the sound he was following again, he listened closely. It sounded almost like… Alpha Trion immediately perked up, running to a storage room a few rooms down and swiftly opening the door.

Alpha Trions spark sank as he stared at the scene before him. Orion was sitting in front of a dusty, broken mirror with a pair of rusty pliers in his servo; they were clamped onto one of his sharpest teeth, and were being tugged at viciously. Poor Orion was sobbing uncontrollably as he continued to make himself bleed. Alpha Trion rushed over, putting his servo over Orions, making him stop in his tracks. Orion glanced at him with a face full of sadness. Nothing was said as Orion dropped the rusty pliers and fell into Alpha Trions open arms. Alpha Trion sighed; he had a sneaking suspicion as to why Orion was so vague about his life outside of the Archives… And he had a horrible feeling about it…

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Heheh terrible oneshot(s) go brrrr

No but seriously I had this idea late yesterday and I wanted to post it today but I ended up having stuff to do so I posted it tonight instead. This is less of feral Orion, but more post-feral Orion and the some of the struggles he faces in his everyday life (As well as giving some hints as to why Optimus ended up the way he is now). This ended up being a bit more serious than I intended it to be in all actuality, but you can’t really tell why from this part of the story alone. I’ll probably post that tommorow.

Also just for the record this thing was written on the fly, wasnt proof read, or just generally didn’t get any of that nice professional stuff, so that’s probably why is 1. Sucks 2. Has some gramatical or punctuation errors.

[just-me-venting-cause-life-sucks]

Oh god, now I'm thinking about the overlap between Diggers(especially with his Manus Vindictae garment) and Horropedia...

I mean... I've thought about it before, I just didn't post about it.

We all know that Horropedia grew up in the SPDM (aka, the school that the St. Pavlov Foundation is controlling), and we know from watching Vertin's experience that it is not a nice place to grow up in.

Likewise, Diggers is a student of Manus Vindictae. Although, we don't know for how long, it's most likely only been about as long as Regulus has been working with Vertin(ie. Not as long as Horropedia). But, the fact he is an arcanist means that he did have to go through some good old prejudice from humans, because humans tend to have very closed mindsets, and humans don't like arcanists.

They both have an affinity for math, Horropedia using geometry to his advantage in his attacks and Diggers is currently studying mathematics as part of his being a student for the Manus and all that.

They also really enjoy art, although they have different tastes. Horropedia stays up until sunrise just so he can make time for enjoying horror stories. Diggers is a night owl who canonically does graffiti and plays guitar in his spare time.

They are also very rebellious, although their rebellion is mostly just wanting more freedom and control over their lives.

They want the people around them to be happy, and know that they care, and remember them...

And then people are driven away because of how annoying they can be.

We need them to hang out more often. Can the rest of the fan community help make them hang out more often?