#creatures on my list of ‘things I want to kiss on the top of their baby heads but I won’t bc I’ll die’

[pigeonwithapen]

6/16! An intersex octopus! It’s based on a blue ringed octopus bc I really wanted to incorporate the flag’s circle somehow :>

[ID in alt]

[frantic-fiction]

Hi!! I love your astarion stories so much, you are such a talented writer!

I have a bit of a weird request for an 18+.

I've heard theories that if a vampire like astarion drinks enough human blood that there's a slight chance he's able to get someone pregnant 👀 ...

I'm wondering if you could do a smut like something along the lines of astarion having a huge breeding kink, so he and Tav are experimenting with him drinking maybe more than he should of her but it's worth it if they have a chance at having a kid or something? Basically just asking for a smut about astarion having a breeding kink🥺

thank you so much for all you do!! Once again like I said you are so talented, and if you do decide to do something with this I'd love to be in the tag list.

Okay first off, this comment is everything thank you. You are just too nice I can't 🥰....and well I had so much fun writing this so I hope you like it lovely!

I Want 18+

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, Breeding kink, fingering, dry humping, slight daddy kink if you squint, Astarion being lovesick, slight dom/sub maybe? idk

Word Count: 2.5k of pure filth

Mastarlist

It started with a chapter in an obnoxiously repetitive book about vampires and their spawns. You had gifted it to him with a poorly concealed giggle on your lips. 

Most of the content was either incorrect or exaggerated, and Astarion couldn't help but chuckle at the foolishness of it all. He was ready to throw the damned thing into the fireplace when his eye drifted over a passage.

Dhampirs: Creatures born from the union of a human and a vampire. The conception is incredibly rare, but the likelihood increases if the vampire indulges in a significant amount of the human's blood prior to sex. 

Now, it can't seem to leave Astarion's mind. The idea of you being pregnant, being able to watch your stomach swell with his child, witnessing your breast grow and your hips fill out. How sensitive would you get as your pregnancy progresses? Would you crave him more than you do now? These thoughts alone have him throbbing in his trousers.

However, what sealed Astarion's fate was seeing you with Gale's newborn baby girl. The way love filled your heart the moment your eyes landed on that little girl sleeping soundly in the wizard's arms. How delicate you cradle the young one's head as soon as she's in your grasp, softly cooing down at the little bundle, stroking the smooth pink skin of her cheek. 

And when you turned to him with that sweet smile that never fails to make Astarion weak in the knees, asking if he wishes to hold baby Dekarios. How could he say no? 

Astarion never cared for fatherhood, but the moment that baby girl was in his arms, opening her eyes with that dopey, toothless smile, he was done for. And when she grabbed his pointer finger with her tiny hand, gripping it lightly with all her strength. Astarion knew he wouldn't stop trying until you were carrying his child.

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You were finishing up the dishes, hips swaying to a tune only you could hear. The summer heat had you in shorts that fell just below the swell of your rear and a sheer top that revealed your lack of a bra. It's been a week since the visit to the Dekarios, and Astarion can no longer hold back the desires that burn deep in his body. 

Astarion approaches silently, a predator stalking his prey. You rub your nose on your shoulder, trying to scratch an itch while your hands are covered in suds, groaning in annoyance when that fails to help. 

Gods, you're adorable. 

You're so carefree and relaxed, looking so soft, warm, and delicate. All open to his wandering hands and his greedy mouth. Astarion can already feel himself stiffen just from the knowledge of what he has in store for you.

A startled scream leaves your lips as Astarion's cold arms snake around your waist and pulls you against his hard chest. It does make him feel bad for a moment, but the delicate sigh that follows as he kisses up your jaw is enough to make up for it. 

"Hello, my love." Astarion hums against your skin. His nimble fingers trail over your stomach, teasing the valley of your breast, taking careful movements to ghost his thumb over your sensitive nipple. A gasp leaves your sinful mouth, and you arch your back.

"H-hey," you breathe, and when Astarion grinds his tented pants against your backsides, you let out the most delicious whimper. "What are you up to, Star?" 

His only response is a breathy laugh as he turns you around and pulls you into a kiss. Signing into his mouth, you hook your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. It's messy, with soapy hands and mingling tongues, but it leaves you breathless. Astarion teases your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away to bite your jaw playfully, relishing the surprised yelp you give him. 

Astarion quickly lifts you onto the countertop, where he can nestle between your plush thighs. Your wandering hands move up to tangle into his curls and give a tug. Astarion obliges your silent request and resumes the kiss, licking deeply into your mouth. He's lost in the subtle floral scent of your shampoo and the taste of your lips.

You pull him away with your chest, heaving in deep pants. "Astarion, what are you--" He smirks when you trail off into a breathy moan as his teeth nibble at your ear.

"Darling, do you remember that book you gifted me?" Astarion's hands trail down your side, and you part your legs more for his reaching fingers.

"Y-yes, the one you scoffed at and threw in the corner?" Still having the sense of mind to tease him, he chuckles when your quip spills into a moan when the pad of his thumb presses against your covered clit. 

Astarion is pleased with the dampening fabric of your shorts. Your responsiveness never ceases to leave him aching with need. He begins to move his finger lightly back and forth against the fabric. It's not enough to give you what you want, but it has you whining for more.

"Well, I must admit the poor excuse for educational text did have some interesting information." Astarion moves his thumb a bit rougher against your clit.

"What -fuck- what interesting information are we talking about?" 

Astarion doesn't respond immediately, slipping his hand under the band of your shorts. He swipes his deft fingers through your dripping folds and begins to tease your entrance while he continues to rub tight circles against your sensitive bud. You gasp and drop your head to his shoulder, rolling your hips into his palm. Astarion cups the back of your neck with his spare hand and tilts your head back. You meet his heated gaze with lidded eyes and mouth agape. 

"Dhampirs." Astarion purrs, plunging two of his fingers into your dripping core, curling up just enough to have you gasping his name. 

Your fingernails dig into his forearm, clinging for anything to ground you. Astarion waits for you to react, loving the way you roll your hips in time with his fingers, desperate for all that he gives you. It seems you're lost in your pleasure or not quite catching on to what he's implying because you're looking at him, clearly not following his words. 

"Half-vampires, my sweet."

You clench around his fingers, letting out a soft whimper that would have gone unheard without his heightened hearing. He smirks, picking up the pace. Astarion grabs your chin, guiding you to look at him.

"Does that excite you, darling?" 

"Gods, shit," You breathe. "Please, don't stop."

"You would look so beautiful carrying our child. Hells, imagine." 

Astarion trails his fangs over the skin of your neck, sucking on the pinprick from the previous night. His hips are now rutting against your leg and the edge of the counter, only enough to ease the ache in his groin. Astarion can feel you getting close just by the little jolts of your hips and the tight squeeze of your cunt. 

"Do you want my child, love?" Astarion hums against your skin. "Do you want me to fill you to the brim with my seed, fuck you until you're a dripping mess? Until there's a little one growing in your womb."

"Please! Fuck, I'm going t-" 

"Come for me, my sweet girl."

You cry out his name, and just as your orgasm rakes through your body, Astarion sinks his teeth into your neck and begins his feed. You're lost to the pleasure, your walls spasming around his fingers. He helps you ride out your release, never unlatching from your neck.

 Astarion takes large, greedy gulps of your blood, far more than his usual fill. The book said a significant amount of blood was needed, leaving much to be interpreted. Astarion only stopped when you nudged him on the shoulder. 

When he pulls away, you wipe the small trickle of blood that dribbles down Astarion's chin. Delicately he grabs your hand and sucks your thumb into his mouth, licking it clean.

"Astarion, let's go to our room. I think we have some things to explore," you say with a tempting smile.

Astarion is carrying you out of the kitchen and down the hall without another word, his lips locked onto yours. 

You're giggling against Astarion's mouth as he kicks the door open and tosses you carelessly on the bed. You bounce on the mattress and watch the vampire hastily tear at the buttons of his shirt. 

Tossing the fabric away, Astarion looks at you and unbuckles his trousers. The sight alone nearly has him cumming in his pants. There you are, lounging with that devious gaze, biting your lip and groping your breast like the tease you are.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Astarion breathe, practically ripping the rest of his clothes from his body. "Take your clothes off for me."

You do as you're told and quickly strip until you're bare and spread out like a feast just for him. Astarion now kneels naked at the foot of the bed and grabs your ankle, giving a gentle kiss to your calf. 

"I've thought about nothing else but getting you pregnant since I read that foolish book," Astarion says, kissing his way up your leg. "Watching your stomach grow round with our child," He kisses and licks the soft flesh of your abdomen. 

"Astarion," you sigh.

"To get the pleasure of taking care of you. Rubbing your swollen feet, and massage your aching back, even fetching every one of the disgusting cravings your pregnancy gives you."

"Says the blood drinker." You scoff, glaring down at Astarion between the valley of your breasts. 

Astarion ignores you and bites at your chest playfully. "You would make such a lovely mother, darling. Please, love, let me make you a mother." 

Astarion's words are laced with a tone of desperation. He might have been embarrassed if not for the need that consumes him: a need to see you nod at him with your beautiful smile, a need to hear you say you want this just as much as him, that you want to start a family with him, however unlikely it might be.

And then you nod your head and frantically pull him up into a kiss, and Astarion feels like he's alive once again.

"Gods, yes." You mumble, slinging your legs around him and pulling him down against your body.

Astarion licks into your mouth, kissing you like a man starved. You're just as desperate, grinding up against him, seeking friction, and letting out little whines against his mouth. Wandering hands trails down his back and between your two bodies, and Astarion lets out a pathetic moan when you grip his leaking cock, giving him a few teasing pumps. 

"You're going to be such a good daddy, Astarion." You whisper sinfully in his ears as he fucks your hand. "Going to take good care of me and our little one."

"Hells, you wicked thing." Astarion grunts. 

You run your thumb over the head, giving him a playful squeeze. Hot, open-mouth kisses are littered across his chest and up his neck until your mouth is right against his ear. Your warm breath floats over his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Astarion love, I need you to put a baby into me." 

Astarion nods, seemingly breathless, as you line him up at your weeping cunt. He presses in, and the room fills with debauched moans. You grab his neck, slamming your mouths back together, tongues back into their messy dance. Saliva coats each other's lips, but neither can get enough. Astarion grunts deep in his chest when you scratch your nails over his scalp.

"Oh my love, I'm going to fuck you until you're leaking with my cum. Filled to the brim until you can't take anymore." Astarion grabs your legs and pulls them over his shoulders, and you cry at the change in angle. "Then tomorrow I'll do the same, and the day after. Until we know for sure our baby is growing in your womb."

"Yes, Star. Wanna baby." You slur against him, pressing warm kisses wherever your lips can touch. 

Astarion was fucking you as if this was his life goal. As if nothing else matters but the delicious feeling of his cock thrusting against your walls, pressing deep against your cervix. Seeing all of you with your cheek flushed and your chest rising and falling with rapid pants of breath, knees against your chest. Your eyes lidded, gazed over in pleasure, and your hair a mess against the white of the pillow. It was the sexiest display Astarion has ever had the pleasure to see.

"You're so beautiful. Gods, I love you." 

"Love you," You try to say but choke on a moan. Your hands wander down his back and across his chest, seeming not to know where you want to touch.

Astarion is close but determined to feel you come around him before finding his release. Thankfully, he won't need to wait long because you're on the edge. So close. He can tell just by the way your gummy walls spasm around his cock, and the way your hips are jutting up against each of his thrusts.

"I know you're close, darling. Can you come for me? I want to feel you squeeze me while I fill you."

And with those sinful words, it was almost like you were waiting for his permission because as soon as they left his mouth, you were falling over the precipice. You clench down on him, a pleasured sob breaking free of your throat. The feeling of you alone was enough to tip him over, and he quickly found his release spilling his seed deep into your abused cunt.

The room stills, the scent of sweat and sex clings to the air. Astarion lets your legs fall to the side and maneuvers both of your bodies so that he's lying on his back and you're resting on top of him, head on his chest. Astarion rubs your back and kisses your hairline as you catch your breath. You trace lines across his skin, lost in thought at what had happened.

"So should I expect a little vampling running around soon?" you ask, looking up at him.

Astarion huffs a small laugh through his nose and kisses your forehead. "Human and Vampire reproduction is unlikely but not impossible," Astarion explains without the rush of arousal clogging both of your minds. "But I think we've done many remarkable things together, wouldn't you agree, my love."

You smile brightly and kiss his chest. "Yes, we do have a knack for doing the impossible. And I'm very, very eager to keep trying." 

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hi,love ur stories 😍

I was wondering if u could do one based on 'I see the light' from tangled, where they meet at a mutual friends wedding or something, she was singing the song where she has the most melodiest voice and (charles, max or Pierre) somehow 'fall in love' at first sight of her along with her voice. Thx 😊😍

This was cute 💕 I hope you don't mind but I changed the setting a little bit.

Tangled Up In You || MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x singer!fem!reader Warnings: fluff, slight angst with his ex, more fluff WC: 2.2k

F1 Masterlist

Children were known to be resilient creatures that could adapt well to changes but Penelope had struggled to understand why her and her mother no longer lived with Max. It had been six months and still she asked where her ‘Maxie’ was and why he couldn’t come with them to their new home. 

So, it came as no surprise when she was asked who she wanted to invite to her 4th birthday party that Max was at the top of the list.

“...you don’t have to come, I can say you are busy-”

“No, I’ll be there, Kel,” Max interrupted as he put the call on speaker and added the event to his calendar. “Is P there? Can I talk to her?”

“Sorry, she’s with Daniil picking out her princess dress. The theme’s Disney, of course,” Kelly laughed softly before she sighed. “Are you sure you want to come, or are you just being nice?”

“I want to come. I miss our tea parties, and standing on tiny pieces of lego.”

The silence on the line lingered for a moment before she couldn’t help asking. “Do you miss me?” 

This time it was Max who sighed. “I’ll see you on Saturday.”

He hung up before she could apologise again. Somehow she always turned a conversation back to their relationship, but that wasn’t something Max would ever entertain. If the man knew one thing from his life of racing it was how to move forward and when the three year relationship he had run its course he had taken time to reflect, just like those post-race debriefs, and planned to use it as a lesson learned for next time.

Kelly had overdone it as usual. 

The largest ballroom of Hôtel de Paris had been transformed into a set straight from Disney and filled with actresses dressed as Penelope’s favourites princesses. 

It was easy to spot P when Max walked in because her excited squeals were impossible to miss and he followed the sound to the front of the stage where she was jumping excitedly.

“Maxie!” she screamed, running and jumping at him trusting he would catch her.

“Happy Birthday, P,” he grinned as he lifted her up into a hug. “I can’t believe you are two years old already.”

“I’m four, silly!”

“No, that can’t be. You can’t possibly grow up that quickly.”

“I can! Have you seen my princesses? My favourite one isn’t here yet but mummy said she’s going to be here any minute.”

Max scanned the room for the princesses and saw the usual ones like Cinderella, Snow White and Aurora. “Is Rapunzel still your favourite then?”

Penelope nodded with a big toothy grin. “She’s so pretty. I want to be like her when I grow up.”

Max put her down carefully and straightened the tiara sitting on her perfectly styled hair. “You are already prettier than everyone here, P.”

“There you are,” Kelly greeted Max as she left another conversation to join them, kissing his cheeks twice just a little too close to the corners of his lips. “Just in time too. Sweetheart, look who’s here.”

Penelope screamed as she spotted Rapunzel taking the stage, a long golden braid adorned with flowers hanging all the way down her back. “It’s her, it’s really her,” P squealed as she squeezed Max’s hand. “She’s beautiful.”

Max was in a state of shock as his jaw fell slack. “She is.”

The lights of the stage dimmed until only a single spotlight cast a warm glow to her skin, the braiding of hair around her head appearing like a golden crown, or more accurately, a halo.

Max recognised the song in an instant, remembering the evenings spent on the couch watching Tangled, P dancing across the living room floor as she sang her little heart out. The memory brought a smile to his lips and it only grew wider as the angel on the stage began to sing.

You double checked the wig was held firmly by the pins and not a strand of hair was out of place before running your palms over the dress to make sure there wasn’t a single wrinkle on the pastel pink material. Satisfied you were ready, you hooked the small microphone and earpiece into place and nodded to the sound engineer to start the cue.

It was no difficult task to smile brightly as the music began and you twirled out onto the stage, you lived for these days. Seeing the excitement and joy your performances made the children who witnessed it brought joy to your life. Seeing their eyes widen and their jaws drop was what motivated you to channel even deeper and give your all to the act.

All those days watching from the windows All those years outside looking in All that time never even knowing Just how blind I've been

You spotted the birthday girl at the front of the crowd and plucked a bright flower from the braid, kneeling down to tuck it behind her ear. Her smile widened and she could hardly stand still as she trembled with excitement.

You waved a hand to the ceiling and the projector illuminated it with a thousand little glowing dots and a surprised gasp whispered across the largest crowd you had ever sung to.

Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight Now I'm here, suddenly I see Standing here, it's all so clear I'm where I'm meant to be

You smiled at the little girl once more before spinning on your toes beneath the twinkling lights, the tulle skirt billowing around you as if you were floating away with them.

Around the room, the other casted characters were turning on their lanterns and raising them into the air on near invisible strings. You could perform this set a thousand times and never tire of seeing the crowd's reactions to the lanterns floating into the night sky.

And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new

You scanned the crowd while they were in a state of wonderment looking up, but there was one man who wasn’t. He still held the same unblinking look of awe but he could have been oblivious to the lights the way he was staring right back at you.

There was something about the look that almost knocked you off your feet as your stomach flipped and heat burned on your cheeks under the intensity. His eyes, a pale shade of blue, drew you closer to the edge of the stage and his foot lifted as if he were to follow.

And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted

His lips moved like he knew the words by heart and you nearly missed the line as your heart skipped a beat. The rest of the crowd faded away as you knelt back where you had been and pulled another flower from your hair.

All at once everything looks different Now that I see you

He leaned forward and you tucked it behind his ear, your fingers grazing his jawline as you retreated. You were so absorbed by his shy smile and the blush highlighting his cheeks you didn’t notice the woman standing to the side of him. For a moment, before you caught yourself, it was only him that you sang to and only him that you saw.

“Please, please can I?” P begged her mother to go and see Rapunzel but after the breathtaking performance she had been in a mood and withdrew her hand from her daughter’s. 

“No, your cake is going to be coming out in a moment - I need to be here to show them where to put it.”

Tears welled along the four year old’s eyes and her bottom lip trembled before Max stepped in. “How about I take her?”

He had been watching the stage entrance for any sign of movement since her song had ended and it was hard to hide the disappointment when she didn’t return for another. He could still hear her voice and was busy committing it to memory in the hopes he could use the sweet, melodic sound to calm his racing mind when he lay awake alone at night.

Max couldn’t explain how utterly obsessed he had become or how he wished he knew what delicate perfume it was he had inhaled when she touched his face. He ran his hand along his jawline, following where her fingers had been under the guise of a scratch, and he was glad he had tidied his beard up for the event.

“Of course you would offer that,” Kelly bit back, pulling him from his thoughts as his hand fell away from his face. “Whatever, do as you want.”

Penelope understood the permission but missed the sarcasm and Max sighed to himself as he took P’s hand and made their way to the curtains that hid the makeshift backstage area.

“Rapunzel!” P squealed as she rushed forward, towing Max to keep up until she barrelled into the princesses legs and wrapped her arms around them. “I love you.”

You had almost begun to pull your wig off when you heard a little girl call out. You turned just in time to catch her as she grappled you into a hug and you laughed softly as you tucked her hair back behind her ear to see the flower you had given her.

“Aren’t you the sweetest little girl,” you giggled as you knelt down to her height and took in the sight of the man who followed her, his hands tucking into his dress pants. You drowned in the eyes that had held you captivated before tearing yours away and swallowing the disappointment that had crept up your throat. “I hope you are having the most magical birthday with your father.”

The birthday girl looked up at him with a laugh. “This is my Maxie.”

You tried to hide your confusion but he obviously saw it as he scratched the back of his neck, the material of the shirt he wore straining as his biceps tensed.

“Uh, I am, was, her step-dad,” he corrected as he gave the girl a small sad smile before offering his hand to you. “It’s just Max, or you can call me Maxie too, I guess, if you want.”

You smiled in amusement as you shook his hand, the touch lingering a little longer as neither of you made an effort to pull away.

“I’m Rapunzel,” you said as your eyes darted to Penelope.

“Right,” he chuckled and let his hand fall back to his side as he looked at her too. “Your cake might be waiting for you, P. Do you want to go check?”

“Can you come?” she asked you with big round eyes.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but Eugene has probably got himself into trouble without me, so I should really be going. But I must thank you, it was an absolute delight to celebrate your birthday with you. I love getting to spend time with a fellow princess.” You swung your braid over your shoulder and the sweet scent of the fresh flowers filled the air. “You can have as many as you like.”

It took all your concentration not to look at Max when that was what you really wanted to do, especially when he knelt beside you and helped Penelope to choose which flowers to take. His arm brushed against yours and you nearly lost your balance from the deep breath you took of his mouth watering cologne.

Eventually she was happy with the dozen bright blossoms she cradled in her arms and thanked you before rushing to take them back to her mother. “Come on, Maxie!” she called without looking back to see if he was following.

He rose with a sigh and you hissed as your head was tugged sharply by the pins. “Shit, sorry,” he murmured as he saw his watch had got caught in the braid. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, it actually happens more often than you would think.” You rubbed the back of your head where the pain was worst and double checked the birthday girl was gone. “I’m Y/N.”

He repeated it with a smile as he slipped the watch off his wrist to use both hands to untangle it from the golden threads. “Would you let me take you to dinner to apologise properly?”

If you were wearing your microphone it probably would have picked up the sound of your heart from how quickly it started pumping. There was no denying this attraction between you and you could see he was equally affected by it too.

“No, I told you it’s alright,” you started, taking his hand when his shoulder slumped crestfallen. “But, you can buy me dinner if you want to make it a date?”

A bright smile broke across his face and you couldn’t help smiling back knowing it was because of you. “Tonight?”

You nodded as you reached into the hidden pocket in the dress and passed him your phone to enter his number before he sent himself a message to get yours. “You might not recognise me without all this,” you joked as you started to pull the pins out of the wig and freed your natural hair.

He chuckled and shook his head as he found you even more beautiful than before. “There’s no mistaking those eyes, I would recognise them anywhere.”

[aka-indulgence]

Something on the Graveyard Wall

Hey are you interested in kissing a Ravioli? Because I want to kiss a Ravioli. Here’s my version of a first meeting :b

(Ravioli x F!Reader No content warnings)

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It was a brisk night. You shuddered as you tucked your scarf back around you. The weather’s been steadily cooling over the past month, but it’s really started to bite you.

I wish I brought a hat with me… you thought, as the wind brushed your hair. You grip onto the bag and trudge forward.

Your lips twist when you approach the old graveyard. It was one of those graveyards that’s been around for hundreds of years. During the day you do feel the somber air, sometimes you’ve seen people with black umbrellas visiting on rainy days, but at night you just want to walk past it as fast as possible. The nice thing is, the Bad Vibes™ from it seem to deter most people from it, so strangely, its one of the safest ways home.

You’ve walked by countless times, but you always feel your hair stand whenever you walk past it, especially in front of the wrought iron gates that always seemed to creak whenever you weren’t looking. This night you were especially unsettled- the moon was full and high in the sky, the clouds obscured it, and there almost looked to be a mist in the graveyard.

You keep your eyes in front of you while you pass the gates, the graveyard now covered by a tall wall. You start to relax a bit when you find a strange shadow on the ground.

Your walk comes to a stop as you observe it, from a distance. It was a curved shape, long. That’s not normal. You don’t know why you have a strange sense of premonition when your eyes trail up to where it’s coming from and-

… What is that.

A man? Person? Creature? Was standing on top of the graveyard wall. Two bright, mismatched yellow eyes watched you from within its hoodie. It didn’t… look like there was a face obscured by the shadows, all you saw was darkness behind those eyes.

Something tells you this thing is probably not human! Hahaha!

Your eyes widened and your grip on your bag became deathly.

Its eyes were piercing you.

What is… what is that?! You ask again in your mind, doing your best not to scream. You think- you think your friends talked about different cryptids, but you didn’t like listening to them. You were spooked enough, living near the old graveyard, you didn’t need any stories living rent free in your head to whisper you threats that probably didn’t exist. Except this one, apparently.

You think you’ve heard of this creature, he was pretty popular with the townsfolk, you’ve heard of someone mentioning their grandpa of seeing it back in the 70s, you think. The “smiler”? “Mouth”? “The centipede”?

Inhumanely tall and lanky, jacket wearing… thing, with stitched sleeves and a completely void-black face, save for two eyes. Sounds about right.

Now you wished you had a list of all the cryptid “dos and donts” you’ve heard your friends talk about. What was it you’re supposed to do… don’t look at it? Or was it to nod your head at him and ask ‘how’s the weather, mr. jaws?’? No- wait, that’s for Mr. Jaws, obviously…

You were stuck in a staring contest with it. Your eyes feel dry. The ‘smiler’ blinks its eyes incongruously. You sweat, not knowing if this is making things worse.

You try to pretend that he’s just a weirdly shaped lamp post and start speed-walking, but then- were you supposed to stay still like a statue until it moves on? Or was that for another creature?

You almost start to a sprint when you see it move.

“E-EEeeee!!” you freeze. It comes down arms first, stretching down to the ground, its body sliding down the wall behind it. It falls into a heap on the ground for a few seconds… then its legs and arms together push it up back into standing, stretching and bending in ways that make it look like it didn't have joints. Or bones.

You tremble as it rises to its full height- must be more than twice of you! It looks like it doesn’t have much support to stand on, wobbling ever so slightly. It regards you with… curiosity?

It doesn’t react. Standing in your way from a peaceful, monster-free walk home.

Your mouth tastes sour. You can’t tell if you’re shivering because of the cold or him.

“H… hello?” You greet, hoarsely.

Were you supposed to talk to it? Or was this one of the monsters you should never try to speak with it?

The Smiler’s head rolls to the side like a ball, like something with no neck would be capable of. Its hands hang under him, close to the ground.

It makes a sound you can only describe as “???”

It lifts its hand towards you.

Nope nope nope nope, you stressed in your head as you stumbled back and away from it, but its other hand snatches you around your upper arm.

You squeak as you’re pulled under the towering creature, it’s long arms becoming liquid and stretching in various ways. It leans forwards, curling in a U-shape to be closer to your eye level; which means he’s twisted directly above your head, and you have to tilt your face up to look at him in the eyes.

Your throat tightens and your breath comes out in little puffs. Are you… supposed to scream now? Can you?

Its other hand reaches for your face. You want to smack it away, but your body is filled with cement, and you can’t move. You squeeze your eyes shut as it approaches and… pokes your cheek.

You blink an eye open. Its freed your arm now, and is starting to poke, prod… and pinch your cheeks. All the while its pupils grow in its eyes.

“... soft.”

“Uh… h-huh??”

Its eyes drift down to the bag pinched under your arm. And all of a sudden, both its too-long arms with too-sharp fingers are rummaging through your bag.

“What the- hey!”

It pulls out two things. One of them a little mint you got from work, and another your lipstick.

“Put that back!”

It blinks when you snatch the lipstick out of its hand (You’re not letting it play with your good lipstick!), but doesn’t seem to mind, instead turning its attention to the mint. You lean away as it tears the wrapping apart, and flings the candy into its hood.

You don’t… see a mouth… but you definitely hear him chewing.

Its eye widens, turning a softer, more orange yellow, curving into a happy shape.

“hee…… hehehe…”

Somehow, it both sounds like a young boy and an unfathomably ancient creature. Giggling playfully, but in a way that sounded like you were the toy.

It turns its eyes back towards you and leans closer. You grimace.

“U-um- do you want more? You can have more!” you chuckle nervously, reaching around for your second mint, presenting it to him. It stares at it for a moment, then takes it out of your hand with its long, spindly fingers. It brushes over your palm, and you do your best to hide your shudder. It looks at the mint like you’ve given it a precious treasure, then back at you.

You sidestep your way around it and bring your hands up in surrender. “W-well, I hope you like it, but I have to go home now, so- bye!”

You spun around and walked away, taking steps as big as you could possibly manage, all the while feeling those eyes bore a hole in your back. The ‘very normal walk’ turns into a sprint once you’ve turned a corner. You couldn’t get home any sooner.

… The creature stands where you left it, bent (more like curled) over, holding the mint in its hand. It turns away from the corner you left and back at the candy.

It pokes it, then rubs its fingers together, where it touched you. A smile emerges from the darkness of its face, and its eyes turn red.

“... pretty……”

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𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: fem! lector x Boyfriend! Jung Wooyoung 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗲:  Smut, little bit fluf 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.8k 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: oral (f receiving), names (whore), unprotected sex (don't do it) If I forget something please tell me. 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀:  You've never been intimate with your boyfriend and you don't know how to tell him what you really think.

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You looked in the mirror one last time and smiled satisfied, you were sure Wooyoung would like it. After admiring yourself for a while you heard the door and ran open it, your boyfriend was smiling as he held a bouquet of flowers.

"Hi Wooyoung" he grabbed you by the waist and hugged you giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"You're beautiful," he said, looking at you from top to bottom, you blushed as you noticed how his eyes slowly traveled over you without stopping smiling. "Are you ready?" You nodded and were about to close the door "oh… here, they are for you" he handed you the flowers while smiling when he saw how you came closer to smell them.

"Thank you, let me put them in water" you entered the house for the last time and went out to meet your boyfriend.

"Come on."

He opened the car door for you and hurried to get in. The whole way they talked and laughed, that's how it was when you were with him, you felt free to say anything no matter how stupid it seemed and he would listen to you. You hadn't been dating him for long, going from being friends to being a couple was a little new for both of you, but it seemed to work and that comforted you.

The first stop was a museum, he knew how much you liked art and even though he didn't understand much, he liked to see you happy. Afterwards they went to visit an aquarium, both were fascinated by the sea creatures and their bright colors standing out in the water. It didn't take long for them both to get hungry and go to eat at their favorite restaurant.

"Are you sure you don't want that?"

"I'm going to explode" they both looked at each other for a second before laughing, he knew you were lying, they both knew you could still handle that and another round "stop it, my stomach hurts."

"Okay," he said, getting a little serious, "finish it while I go pay."

When they left there they realized that it was already dark and they couldn't go where they wanted. He took your hand and started walking, you followed him, admiring him in silence but he seemed to notice.

"What?"

"Nothing" you blushed when you were surprised and looked away, Wooyoung smiled when he noticed it and stopped for a moment. He held your face so you could see it and when you met his eyes the emotions accumulated making your body shudder from his gaze "I have say you what I love it when you get like that?"

"What are you talking?" you joked, trying to break the tension in your body. "I… I'm normal."

He held your chin, approaching your lips and without taking his eyes off your eyes he confessed to you.

"I love you."

Before you could process his words he caught you in his arms surrounding your body. You wanted to tell him the same thing, but your mind repeated his voice over and over again. The only thing you did was hug him back while you buried your face in his chest so he wouldn't see your glassy eyes.

"You're a fool…"

***

They changed their plans to watch a movie at Wooyoung's house since it was closer. Even though you had been there a million times before you didn't know why you were more nervous than normal, but you ignored that when Wooyoung talked about what movie they were going to see and at first you played with him by asking for a scary one even though you were even scarier than he.

They walked through the hallways of the building holding hands until they reached the elevator, they still joked a little about anything, but when the doors closed, silence filled them for a moment. You wanted to throw yourself into his arms and kiss him, caress his hair and listen to his breathing. His fingers played circles on the skin of your hand, provoking your thoughts, but the sound of the elevator brought you back to reality before you could continue.

When you entered you sighed, erasing the ideas you had had, in your time as a couple you had never gone beyond just passionate kisses and a couple of caresses over your clothes, but you had noticed that he was the one who always stopped when you started to sigh. And although you were dying to go further, you didn't know how to tell him.

"Pick a movie, I'll go get things."

You sat on the big couch while watching the repertoire, you didn't really care what it was, you just wanted to spend time with Wooyoung. When he returned he sat next to you stretching his arms out, you snuggled into his chest while his hands combed your hair and covered your bodies with the blanket, you sighed, preparing to endure the scares you would have for the next hour and half.

"I don't want to see" you moved, hiding your face between the covers because you were sure that someone was going to appear behind the protagonist.

"But you chose her" you got as close as you could to her body and hit her arm because you knew she was acting brave. You heard his laughter mocking you and you smacked him harder.

"I don't want to see that anymore" Wooyoung took the edge of the blanket, uncovering your face, his eyes connected and the emotions you had before reappeared. You couldn't help it, every time he looked at you that way your brain stopped working and you only thought of the thousand and one ways to shout his name.

"Me neither" you placed your hands on his chest and slowly approached his lips without stopping to look at him. You thought he was going to move away from him but one of his hands surprised you by grabbing your neck, shortening the distance.

You moaned into his mouth when you felt his tongue inside him, your hands gripped his clothes and you felt his hand go down your back to your waist. The air under the blanket was hot but his passionate kisses made you forget to breathe. You moved a little to sit on his lap but as soon as you did he withdrew, ending everything.

"Let's put on something else." He carefully helped you sit where you were and removed what was on the television. He stood up, turning on the light and adjusting his hair. "Do you want a glass of water?" You nodded, a little hurt by his attitude, wondering if there was anything something wrong with you "are you okay?"

"Woo… do you want me?" You didn't know where you got the courage to ask him but now there was no turning back, you had to clarify your doubts or you would die trying to give them an answer.

"Of course," he knelt down, looking for your gaze and his heart sank when he saw your eyes full of tears. "I love you."

"I know… not that way… it's just…" the words had gotten stuck in your throat and you avoided his gaze to sigh and continue "you never want to continue when… you know…"

You felt so embarrassed that his face could explode, Wooyoung realized what you were talking about and laughed, he had been so scared that he was about to die. His teasing only made you feel worse and you lay down on the couch covering yourself with the blanket, regretting having said it.

"Will you shut up?" you threw a cushion at him with your foot, containing the urge to cry, "it's not funny."

"I'm sorry, I just didn't think it was just that," you curled up into a ball, turning your back to him, "but tell me what's wrong?" His voice changed and you came out of your hiding place for a moment.

"You are going to laugh at me?"

"A little bit maybe" he turned you around before you ran away again and took your face in his hands "just kidding… you know you can tell me anything."

You brought your hands together, clawing at your skin to look him in the eyes. You took a deep breath and spit out everything you thought.

"Do you ever think about having sex with me?" He opened his eyes wide and bit his tongue. Of course he thought about it, all the time and he fought the urge to not rip your clothes off every time he saw you.

"Maybe."

"Then why do you stop every time we start?"

"Because I don't want to pressure you," he admitted, "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable," he caressed your face, looking at your lips, "I want you to tell me when you're ready."

"I'm ready," you said almost immediately, "I want to be yours…" You blushed when you heard those words leave your lips, but when you saw Wooyoung's smile, something in your chest trembled.

"Are you totally sure?" He stood up while you followed him with your eyes and nodded, eager to give yourself to him. His fingers traced your lips, "then say it again."

He knew you weren't good with words and if you really wanted it as much as you said you would say it again, that and he really wanted to hear you say it. You stood up taking a breath and looked into his eyes so he could see the truth behind them, you wanted to do it, there was no doubt in your being and you were going to show him.

"I want you to fuck me Woo…" your boyfriend bit his lips and you moved closer, standing on your tiptoes to get closer to his ear. "Fuck me until you make me forget my own name."

Wooyoung forgot about all his barriers and launched himself against your lips. It wasn't a kiss like the others, it was quick, sloppy and passionate. You could feel his tongue playing with yours, you dug your fingers into his hair as his mouth began to trail down your jaw and his breath tickled your neck.

His tongue probed your skin as he recorded the sound of your voice moaning. Wooyoung shuddered since he heard you say what you thought and desperation made his hands shake. He didn't want to give you a bad experience because of his impulses, so he put his hands under your blouse, caressing your abdomen, slowly getting rid of the garment to admire your breasts.

You suppressed a moan as you felt the cold air, Wooyoung looked at you when he realized you were wearing lingerie. You avoided his gaze, wanting to cover yourself, but he took your hands.

"Let me see you," you saw the way his eyes locked onto your chest, noticing how your nipples had gotten hard. He raised an eyebrow and smiled before continuing the path of kisses on your body, you moaned as you felt his hot breath watching as he went down until he reached the edge of your pants. You gulped as you watched him toss the garment to the side and admire the entire outfit.

"Cute," he said as he left kisses along your thighs and made you move back a little to the couch, "sit down darling, I'm going to make you feel good."

You obeyed, watching as Wooyoung crawled over, putting his hands on your knees. He slowly opened your legs to reveal your wet panties and sighed as he ran his fingers through your folds. He noticed how your body contracted at the feel of him and directed his gaze to your face as he began to spread your juices across your underwear.

You had your head leaning on the backrest, your breasts pointing to the ceiling and your hips rocked on their own towards his fingers. Wooyoung sighed, bringing his mouth closer to your growing wetness as he moved the fabric to the side to meet your pussy. He left a short kiss to taste you and ran his tongue over your clit starting a slow rhythm.

You looked at him for a moment and sighed when you saw him between your legs, you had imagined endless things but this was better than any fantasy you had ever had. You held his hair and watched as his eyes went to you as his movements became faster and faster. One of his fingers was placed at your entrance, introducing it little by little while continuing to massage your clit with his tongue.

You moaned his name as you felt a second digit and how he began to massage your insides. That combined with his mouth made you feel dizzy, you could distinguish that tickling in your stomach, you knew that if he continued torturing you like that you would get there faster than you thought.

"Woo… I… I'm close" without stopping to listen, your boyfriend continued moving his tongue and massaging your pussy until he felt you squeezing his fingers and your legs fighting not to crush his head. You closed your eyes and squeezed his hair tightly when your entire body contracted, the knot in your stomach had gone away, leaving a mess in his mouth.

Wooyoung slowly withdrew from your pussy seeing what you had done, he smiled wiping himself watching the way your chest rose and fell as you caught your breath. He took the opportunity to undress and noticed how you made an effort to look at him.

"Do you like what you see?" You nodded, looking over his body, stopping at his hard cock and noticing the liquid coming out of the tip. You licked your lips, tasting it, you sat up approaching his cock, you gave hungry look watching him bite his lips. Up close it was even more tempting, watching her cum spill from the base of her to her balls and noticing how red she was. You approached him, leaving a kiss first and then sticking out your tongue to taste him. You heard a loud sigh from Wooyoung as you opened your mouth and dove in, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.

"I don't know if I can hold it…" Wooyoung confessed, looking at you from above, taking your face so that you could look at him the same way "shit…" he forced himself to step back, taking his cock out of your mouth and pushing your body to settle on top of you "it will be another time… “He ripped off your panties and ran his tip along your lubricated pussy.

They both moaned at the sensation, you hooked your legs around his waist and held his face so he would stop for a second to look at you. You needed to tell him what was on your mind.

"Do it, I'm dying to feel you so deep inside me…" Wooyoung didn't need any more words, his body moved on its own and he moaned into your mouth as he put his cock into your warm pussy. Your hands gripped his shoulders and scratched at his skin as he started to move without waiting for you to get used to him.

He hid in your neck, licking your skin while he crashed his hips with yours, your legs hooked around his waist and your moans accompanied the sound of his bodies. Your head was spinning and you couldn't even say a coherent word anymore, you just enjoyed how the cock fit so well with your pussy.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked with effort as he left a mark on your neck. You could barely hear his voice, you were so dizzy from the sensations in your body that you couldn't respond. You heard a laugh in your ears "just look at you…" his movements did not stop but you were so affected by the overstimulation that you knew that at any moment you would break again "you have become a whore just for a little cock…"

His words were what you needed, hearing him speak that way made your body contract, squeezing him and letting your juices cum down his cock. Wooyoung felt the same way and collapsed as his cock emptied itself inside you, mixing his juices.

You closed your eyes trying to come back to reality and collect your thoughts while you found something to say, but you were so tired that you could barely keep your eyes open, but you could feel Wooyoung's breath close to your ear.

"Are you okay?" you nodded, you wanted to look at him and tell him it was fantastic but a part of you was still embarrassed and you kept your eyes closed.

"I love you" Wooyoung smiled, kissing your cheek and reached for the blanket on the floor to cover them.

"I love you too" you felt his arms surround your body and you smiled snuggling against him "rest for a moment, this is not over."

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🎀🧡🖤🌙 No idea how the emoji thing works sorry. But if you can please do an werewolf Deku and his daughter with witch reader. Deku takes his sick or hurt daughter to the nearest village to get the witch readers help. Once healed she takes a liking to reader and so does Deku so he decides to make reader apart of his pack. Fic could take place before kidnapping or after. And maybe a part two that would be NSFW about Deku wanting to add another pup to the pack. Up to you and thank you.

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Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, single parent au, werewolf!Izuku, witch!reader, children, mentions of kidnapping and forcing reader to be a parent

Halloween Prompt: 🌙 Werewolf 🌙

Summary: Izuku’s daughter is very sick so he seems out you, a witch, for a healing potion (Yan!Werewolf!Izuku x Fem!Witch!reader)

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Dangerous, frightening, and scary were all words the village people used to describe you. But Izuku couldn’t understand how they could think any of that. Especially about you.

You were one of the most powerful witches in the enchanted forest. But you were kind, you used your power for good, often other creatures coming to you for help healing. You were powerful, kind, beautiful.

“How long has she been sick for?” You ask quietly, looking through your shelves of potions for the right one. You glance back at Izuku and his little daughter who he holds. The small werewolf girl, Isamu, coughing every once and a while, her cheeks and nose red, her wolf-like ears dropping.

Izuku was a werewolf from deeper in the forest. The mother of his child had left to be in a stronger pack, leaving Izuku alone with Isamu. You knew him a bit, he often visited you for potions even when you thought he didn’t exactly need them.

“A couple of days now…” He mutters quietly, gently brushing over Isamu’s curly green hair. You turn, potion bottle in hand. You kneel in front of him to be at eye level with the girl. You gently bring the potion bottle to her lips, watching her take a few sips.

You try to pull your hand away with the bottle but Isamu reaches out, taking you hand in her smaller one. A nervous chuckle leaves your mouth, you look up at Izuku but he doesn’t seem to care. Isamu keeps her hand in yours, clearly liking you even in her ill state.

“The potion will begin to set in soon. You’ll feel better, I promise” You say softly, your voice calm and quiet to soothe her.

Isamu looks at you with a pout on her face, bringing you hand to the top of her head, almost asking you to ruffle her hair or pet her wolf-like ears. You smile, doing what she silently asks for.

You were perfect, Izuku thinks, you’re just perfect. Perfect for him. You’re kind and sweet. You’re beautiful and strong. You’re so good with his daughter and it’s clear she likes you!

You look at him with this look in your eyes. One that makes him want to kiss you, make you his mate. Even if you aren’t a werewolf.

He lives deep enough in the enchanted forest, he could take you there. Keep you in his cave with him and Isamu. He will hunt for both of you. You will care for Isamu. You will have more pups with him. You will love him. It will be exactly what you deserve. To be loved and cared for. To have a family, a pack with him.

Yes… you deserve it. He needs to take you. He needs to love you.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: I’ve been super into fantasy au’s lately so this was right up my alley!! I had so much fun writing this, I hope you all like it!! And request more for this event 💞💞)

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The stable boy to your horseman 1/2

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

@schumi-honey, @hakkineninen and I were cooking in the discord. I got a little too excited and had to split the fic in half. There will be a part 2... a little more romantic 🤭

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He stood in front of him with a big radiant smile, his hand caressing the mane of Michael's horse. His resumé was well-nigh blank, but the boy with all his innocence, had written a motivation letter in mostly broken English, containing a list of all the pets he owned, used to own or dreamed of owning. Ranging from "just" cats and dogs to rodents to reptiles to insects. Very irrelevant for the job, but very endearing all the more.

Michael wondered how the young man had ended up inside his stables. Maybe he shouldn't have invited his mother to help him interview the applicants. She was known to be prone to fall for boyish naivity and innocent charm. All other candidates were very experienced, fluent in English, quite a few years older than Michael, but they all had - according to Mrs. Schumacher - an air of misplaced arrogance.

"Horses don't like that, Michael! They know a bragger when they smell one."

Michael had foiled through the resumés and stared at the photo of the only outlier in the range of applicants. A boy with a thick Northern-European accent, big blue eyes and a mop of blonde neatly combed hair. A school boy dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt. Now what...

"In what world is this a good idea?"

"You can learn everything. However, what you can't learn is 'reading' horses and calming them. Some people have an instinct for it."

Michael scrutinized the boy, taking him in from head to toe. The frolicsome appereance of the man made Michael feel a little bit skeptic towards him. This was a very serious job in a very serious sport. You can't come here to cuddle with the horses and all the other animals that had caught the Finn's eyes on their way to the stables a few minutes ago.

"So, is that how you do it? Charm your way in? Used to get what you want because of the way you look and act?" Michael waved Mika's resumé in front of his big blue eyes.

Mika was suprised to hear the skepticism in Michael's voice. The Finn challenged him with a look as his eyes twinkled with mischief. "You kept it? It's basically a  blank paper, you know?"

"Yeah, I can see that. Is that why you gave such an irrelevant list of weird creatures you like to pet? To fill in the blanks?"

Mika didn't look at Michael as he caressed the soft nose of the horse with the back of his finger, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "It's a clever way to fill in the blanks...I agree, but all of it is true. I did not make it up 'just because'."

"Yeah? So you like salamanders and rats and stick insects...? I mean... stick insects?! You like twigs with legs?"

"They are organisms with an own will. They're very interesting, Mr. Schumacher."

The false politeness irked Michael. "Don't call me Mr. Schumacher. My name is Michael."

Mika wiped his hand on his jeans, then stretched it out to Michael. "I'm Mika."

"I already know your name, I read your resumé remember? Not that there was much to read." Michael reached out, but instead of grabbing the Finn's outstretched hand, he went for his wrist. "Listen. It's no playground here. I'm here to win!"

"Then we are on the same page."

Michael rolled with his eyes and stared at the blonde boy through narrow eyes, scrutinizing him again. Who did the guy try to impress having so many top buttons of his shirt undone? He was athletically built, fit and slender, but not particular muscular. The only really impressing thing about him was his sun-kissed golden hair... and his adorable little nose.

"We better be. I hope you know how to make horseshoes, because if you don't... what's the point of you being here?" Michael turned on his heels. "Your dinner is served in the kitchen with the chamberlains and the maids, by the way."

With a little tilt of his head he left Mika alone with the horses.

Michael walked to the large driveway of his mansion to wave his mother goodbye. She would return to Germany where she lived and where, coincidently, next race would be held. They would soon be reunited.

As his mother got into her shiny Rolls Royce, Michael noticed a slightly taller shadow appear next to him. The unexpectedness made him startle. He swiftly turned around to look who was invading his space.

Verdammt! Of all people working at the mansion, it was his new stable boy waving at the woman who had granted him the job he wanted. The man seemed to feel rightly at home.

And his mother, bless the woman, seemed to love it. She laughed out loud and waved at the new addition to Michael's staff. "Good luck you two!"

As soon as his mother was out of sight, Michael took a very obvious step away from his stable boy. "What are you doing here, man? Start doing something that can convince me you were a good choice after all." He leveled Mika with a stare and left him at the driveway.

Mika watched Michael go, noticing the impressive sway of his strong hips and the solid line of his broad shoulders. The German seemed hard to please. Maybe he had all right to be... he was a world champion after all.

A little perplexed by his not so warm welcome, Mika walked back to the stables. He stared at all the horses that were now his to take care of. All beautiful and stately Friesians. Mika wondered how Michael climbed on top of those horses. Did he need a crate? Or was he expected to give Michael a leg up or a helping hand? He blushed a little at the thought. He wanted to convince the German he was the right man for the job.

Feeling a little nervous all of a sudden, he wandered towards the anvil located in one of the corners of the stables. There was a rack with pliers and hammers on the wall and an intimidating looking oven next to it.

He took one of the pliers and studied it. All right, Let's make a beautiful horseshoe that I can show Michael later this day. He had time to practice now right?

Michael was sitting at the desk in his study room foiling through his fan mail. Lots of boys and girls had been asking for his signature, his advices or his hand in marriage. Michael spend a lot of time responding and making sure his replies did justice to the efforts of his fans. Replying accordingly to his fans required his full concentration.

That concentration was harshly interrupted by some frantic knocking on the door of his study room.

"Michael!" A louder knock. "Michael!"

Michael sighed and put his pen down. "Who is it?"

"Me."

Michael rolled with his eyes. "Who is 'me'?" He expected he already knew the answer. It was probably blonde and naive. "Is 'me' Mika?"

"Yes."

Michael got up with an exaggerated sigh. He walked to his door and opened it with a harsh swing, almost smacking Mika in the face. "Can't believe you wandered around my house to look for me! With your Wellies on none the less!"

"Look!" Mika held up the iron plier with a slightly disformed horseshoe at the end of it. "Watch out though! I think it's still hot. My first time doing it!" A big radiant smile.

Michael took his stable boy in from head to toe. He was wearing an oversized leather apron and leather gloves and looked way too proud of himself.

Michael didn't want to admit it to himself, but his stable boy looked kind of hot in that leather gear. He had no right to be that hot, he was too innocent looking! 

Mika stared at him expectantly. "How did I do?"

Michael quirked an eyebrow at him and chuckled. He stared at the sinuous metal being held in front of him. "That's not gonna win me races. Poor horse that has to wear that."

Mika shoulders slumped in an instant and the smile vanished from his face. Subconsciously, his bottom lip started to tremble. He didn't say anything but he looked so disappointed.

Michael stared at him in confusion. Was the damn guy seriously on the brim of tears? Seriously?! He was dealing with an adult or...?

Mika didn't start crying, but Michael suspected it was a close call.

"Okay." The Finn turned around to leave the room.

Michael felt overcome with guilt all of a sudden. There was something so jolly about his stable boy that it felt almost illegal to make him sad. If only he knew how to console the guy instead of making things worse... He reached out to grab Mika's arm. "Hey, why are you so quick to tears?"

Mika turned around and seemed a little alarmed by Michael's reaction. "What makes you say that? I am not crying, am I?"

"It's just that I think you should be able to take criticism and not look like a rain cloud after I try to lecture you. The horseshoe does look... incorrect." Michael strategically avoided the word "shitty".

"I will do better next time." With his face twisted in disappointment, Mika gently freed his arm from Michael's grip and took his leave.

Michael stared at him in disbelief. What did I do? Is he being a crybaby or am I being too mean to him?

Mika walked back to the stables with a glint of tears in his eyes. Am I really such a loser? He wanted to please Michael so badly. He looked up to the charasmatic German boy. Michael was a strong character and very popular with his fans. Not afraid to speak his mind.

He sought solace with the horses.

Michael's favourite horse seemed to sense the sadness of the new stable boy. With a soft neigh, the animal walked towards him and rested its head on Mika's shoulder.

The warm and calming presence of the horse grounded the Finn. He lifted his hand and started to pet the animal's long black mane.

"You have beautiful mane, Enzo! I should braid them some time!"

The horse bumped his nose against Mika's cheek and started to nibble on his blonde hair, making the stable boy laugh despite his drying tears.

"Oh, you want to style my hair too?"

Mika patted the horse's furry muzzle and then sat down on a bale of hay to lose himself in his thoughts for a couple of hours.

"Hey, are you still here?"

Mika looked up from his daydream. To his surprise he saw Michael entering the stables again. The German was sporting a - what seemed - genuine smile.

"I'm very sorry for just now. I'm glad my horse is nicer to you than I am."

"Animals are purer and more deserving creatures than humans." Mika paused for a moment. "...in general I mean. It was not a dig at you!" he hurried to add.

Michael chuckled and sat down next to him on the hay bale. He looked Mika into his eyes and felt a sudden warmness fill his heart. It was a strange, but very intense feeling. It was a if he bodidly enjoyed sitting close to the Finn.

"Listen. I'm truly sorry, okay? It's just that I am participating in a very professional and very serious sport. I'm very much used to being around extremely established and experienced people... it's okay if you're still new to things... it's just."

Mika listened intently.

"You know..." Michael continued. "I'm going to send you to the best farrier of Monaco for a crash course. Just make sure you don't look completely clueless at the race in two weeks time."

"I'm joining you there?"

Michael fought the urge to roll with his eyes, and the urge to grab the dumb handsome blonde and shake some sense into him. "Yes, of course."

Mika's broad smile reappeared again. He made a little jump. "Thank you, Michael!"

It was a couple of days later and Michael had barely seen his stable boy around. The guy was too busy taking lessons from Jean Todt the farrier. Michael was too proud to admit he missed Mika's presence.

Right now he was practising in his very own indoor riding arena as he saw Mika enter the building. The friendly boy smiled and waved at Michael, but Michael ignored him in favour of giving his horse the spurs.

The horse galloped at full speed to the far end of the riding box, breezing past Mika, who was watching them fly over the riding surface.

Mika watched them with rising admiration. Such speed and such grace. Michael seemed to be one with his his horse, his strong body spurring the horse on with rhythmic flowing movements. It was quite a sight to behold. A sight that kept him glued to the ground.

Michael was a little distracted by Mika's presence. For some reason he felt a sudden pressure to do well and to show off in front of the Finn. He wanted to make the man's eyes boggle in awe. So he urged his horse to go faster and faster and faster... not even at the race track he had taken so many risks.

He looked at the side to see if Mika was still watching him and then lost control over the rein. He felt himself slipping off his horse and in his panic he tried to grab his horse's mane, but he missed the long black hair by a fraction and crashed onto the riding surface with a loud thud. Sand and dust were catapulted in the air. A severe pain struck the German horseman.

Mika blinked with his eyes in confusion when he saw the black horse galloping around without its horseman, but then he noticed Michael on the ground with his face contorted in pain.

"Michael!" He exclaimed in concern and climbed over the barrier of the riding arena. Mika hurried to where his employer lay on the ground in a boneless heap. "Michael, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

Michael stayed silent for a moment. He was conflicted between asking his stable boy for help and playing the situation down in order to make the Finn look stupid. He chose for the latter.

"Of course I'm okay! What are you looking at!" He barked into the direction of the boy.

"It looked very painful. I can help..."

Michael was too proud to accept help from his inexperienced stable boy. It was embarassing enough that he had fallen off his horse in front of the Finn. "I don't need your help or your symphaty!"

"Are you sure?"

Michael felt his blood boil and mingle with the cold sweat tracking down his back. He bit back his tears. "Go away!"

Mika stared at him for a moment. For a fraction of a second his bottom lip seemed to start trembling again, until he balled his fists and pressed that trembling lip in a fierce thin line.

"Alright. Good luck walking to a medic yourself then!" He grabbed the rein of Michael's horse and left Michael sitting in the sand.

"Poor horsie! Did you get hurt?"

The horse neighed and bumped its nose against Mika's arm. Its nostrils were flared because of the extreme exertion.

Michael stared at the Finn perplexed. He had never expected an outburst like that from him. He was usually so sweet and innocent. The sudden change in behaviour irked him. "Mika, don't talk to me like that! Get back here!"

Mika ignored him. "Did you hear that noise, Enzo? Or is it just me?"

Michael tried to get up, but couldn't because of the pain in his ankle. "Mika! Get your ass over here!"

Mika stood at a distance feeding Enzo some carrots. Not a care in the world. He didn't even spare a glance in the direction of the furious German, until Michael slammed his fists in the ground and started crying. "Mika. It hurts so much!"

Tears streamed down his flustered cheeks. He was in pain and he couldn't walk. He could no longer pretend it didn't hurt. "What if I ruined my championship chances hurting myself?!"

Mika sighed and walked back to the fallen horseman. He really was too good for this world, wasn't he?

"You said it hurts? That's what I asked you a minute ago," he replied sternly, towering over the crying German. He then crouched down next to him and cradled Michael's hurt leg in his arms.

"Where does it hurt?"

Michael sniffeled and wiped at his tears. "My ankle."

Mika nodded. He placed Michael's leg down gently and started to carefully pull at the black shiny riding boot with one hand, while supporting Michael's calve with his other hand.

Michael felt his cheeks heat up all of a sudden. Mika was so kind to him. How on earth was he still kind to him? It made him feel embarassed about being so mean to his stable boy minutes ago. He blushed when Mika took off his sock and started studying his swollen ankle with great intent. He scooted Michael's riding pants up and studied the rest of his leg with his strong hands.

"I'm sorry." It came out of nowhere.

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry for being such an ass to you!" Michael's eyes started watering again. "You're so sweet! You didn't deserve that! I'm so sorry, Mika!"

The Finn stared at him and smiled. "All good." Mika was forgiving like that. "Just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine." He placed Michael's ankle carefully back on the ground and gave his hand a little squeeze. "Speaking of medicine. I think it's only sprained. You need some rest, painkillers and a bandage."

Michael blinked with his eyes. "You are so kind you know that!"

Mika nodded. "Yeah, I know." He wiped at Michael's tears and offered the German his hand. "Ssshhh, don't cry. It's okay. No need to be embarrassed."

With a loud whine Michael let himself be pulled up and against Mika.

The stable boy weaved his arm around Michael's back to support him. He gave the horseman a soothing smile. "Come with me. It does look painful. I will grab an icepack and call a doctor."

Michael melted against him and looked him into his eyes. Emerald meeting saphire. "Do you think I can attend the race in two weeks?"

"I think you can."

"Where are we going now?"

"To your living room. I'm going to call a doctor for you."

[bandgie]

Ateez MTL Pussy Eating

first thing: okay so obviously! this is an 18+ ONLY blog and content. I've had to block a minor already and imma admit im not rocking with it. I understand cuz god knows what I was doing when I had wattpad as a literal child. but now as an adult, its weird. anywho...

So! these are my personal beliefs about the Ateez members and whether or not they enjoy eating pussy. this is not to represent them in anyway, just me being a disgusting creature

cw: pussy eating, pussy slapping, biting, thigh grabbing, fondling, tit grabbing, oral ranging from sweet to rough, face riding, anything you think of when eating/getting head

lets go!

✮ So first we have Seongwha on the list. sorry but my man loves to ravage your pussy. I think this is common knowledge honestly, I mean, bro said he 'can't control his tongue' yk. I personally think he does it to pass time, cuz he misses the taste, cuz he simply just wants to, the reasons are endless. He'll start off innocent, maybe ya'll are watching a movie and he just leans his head into your shoulder. You lean you head on top his head, its cute, right? wrong! he gets access to your neck and he knows you loovveee little neck kisses. He'll start there, all cute and adorable until he bites down. (my man gets those aggression cuteness too). then you really have no choice but to let your lover slide off the couch to spread your thighs. your ass would be at the edge of the couch, underwear merely pulled to the side cuz he just couldn't spare any second before his tongue was on you. no worries though, he's still really caring even when he's biting on your inner thighs so hard you think it'll leave a mark for days. Super vocal in moans! says little words here and there but he usually just mumbles them. His hands are exploring you too, rubbing on your sensitive spots to really get you wet. my man lovvvesss dripping with you when he's done, you have to literally force his head away because of how overstimulated you are

✮ Mingi is so close to being first, but he just doesn't do it as often as Seongwha (which might be a good thing). Still, he really enjoys stuffing his face with your cunt, nose deep and everything. When you're working on an assignment and you just so stressed? man, he's doing it out the kindness of his heart honestly. Your frustrated sighs quickly turning into pleasure when his tongue flicks over you. Mingi prefers to keep his hands on your thighs to keep your legs open. you tend to have a habit of suffocating him, and although he loves being squished by your plush thighs, he needs to stay conscious to taste your cum. bro does tend to overstimulate you too, but he doesn't push your limits too much. totally makes out with you when you finish on his tongue btw.

✮ Wooyoung loves when you use his face. Imagine being on the bed, you hovering over him with his eager eyes on your pussy. You were nervous at first, to hurt him. He had to tell you time and time again that it would be fine, and that it would actually be an honor to die from your cunt. He keeps his hands on your ass, carefully rocking you back and forth on his tongue. You told him to keep his eyes closed, embarrassed by the angle but he refused. He just loves seeing you get lost in the pleasure. The way your hands play with your tits, your nipples. How your mouth falls open in pretty little moans. God, you really are a gift from God himself. I feel like Wooyoung is vocal, both in moans and words. Telling you how good you are (he is a praiser for sure) and that you can be more aggressive with him. he even begs for you to squirt on his face and to keep letting him make you cum even if your legs are shaking. he's a big boy he can take it. however, unlike the last two, wooyoung does like getting something back in return. He won't force you, he rarely even asks you, but you can tell with how bad he's whimpering that his poor cock is aching to be touched. You don't though, because that's when you can do the 69 position.

✮ Yunho is next, and for some reason I feel like a lot of people won't agree with me, but here me out! cuz I feel like he's the type to eat you out because he feels bad. okay maybe not feel bad, but because you're doing so good for him he should do good for you. He's a big guy ya know? so I think he really like using that to his advantage when eating you out. I'll try my best to describe the position...so you're on your back okay? knees up and open while he's kneeling besides your head, cock out. His long fingers play with your folds while you suck him off. He does make you cum with his tongue or fingers, he's just a little better with his cock. I feel like he def has to potential to be a god at pussy eating, he gives me such pleasure dom vibes. I think he just needs a little more practice, any volunteers?

✮ Hongjoong is next and I think he's similar to Yunho, just not as kinky. I think he keeps things pretty vanilla, not too handsy nor messy. He likes it when you're flat on your back, gives him a good view of your tits and face. He def talks you through it, he's just loves knowing how good he's making you feel. He also will have you sit on his face, but I don't think it lasts very long. I don't think he likes being suffocated very much, he likes to have full control of your legs, ass, pussy, you. It's not like you have to give him something in return every time, but does love saying shit like "making my dick so hard baby, gotta cum in that pretty little mouth later.'" Makes you cum quick honestly, its embarrassing. He doesn't continue though once you've finished, unless you ask him.

✮ I know a bunch of people are gonna be mad at me for putting San towards the bottom...I am not sorry. I dunno man I think he gets nervous. he's shy, and he likes to dance around things. The members say he's completely different off camera, and I think it's similar in the bedroom. He does love pleasuring you, but much rather would do it with his cock. He'll never say no though if you ask, and you do ask a lot. He's so good at it, you don't even know if he knows how talented he is. San does get pussy drunk, bro is literally lost in the sauce. It's like his persona on stage right before you between your legs. He's like wooyoung where he both moans and talks through your orgasm. Just doesn't prefer to do it, he's got a beautiful cock why would you want anything else?

✮ Jongho totally does love eating your pussy, just doesn't do it often. It's more like a foreplay thing, and he rarely does it outside of it. Like san though, he gets pussy drunk. You just sound so good to him, your cunt so soft on his tongue. He also loves looking at your sex, just kind of admiring it. He's just so amazed that your little pussy can handle so much. Jongho's cock isn't for the faint of heart (that's for another time) so just to see how tight you already are with just his tongue inside is breathtaking. I think he does like making you squirm with pleasure, too much pleasure. Holds you down by the waist to keep you still and he drools on your pussy. I think he's into overstimulating you, it's just something he has to awaken first. Be patient with him, my man has potential.

✮ I really feel weird putting Yeosang at the bottom, but he just doesn't give me any sexual prowess imma be totally honest. I mean he totally looks good on stage, in normal clothes, in anything period. He just is so fairy and babygirl I can't see him doing anything deemed 'dirty.' I do think, however, that he prefers to receive head than the give it. Bro just thinks you looks really pretty stuffed, and he loves pretty things. I mean he will eat you out, it's just a rare occurrence. He's super gentle, sweet, caring. He leaves kisses all over you, making sure you're totally comfortable for him. I allssooo think he gets a little pussy drunk, but he's pretty quick to snap out of it. I think he almost scares him how addicting your taste can be, he doesn't really think it's normal. Yeosang can be a little air headed at times (still love him though) so you literally have to explain to him that that's actually a good thing. It's still a learning process with him, he just has to learn on his own about his own feelings.

[smoothielenny]

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Part Seven [Final]

Ao’nung x Human!Fem!Reader

Summary: Tulkuns have returned. Ao’nung wanted you to meet his spirit brother. Despite of not being a well diver, he guided you.

Note: it’s a short chapter so yeah, and a lil doodle of your clothing the whole time.

[Previous]

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After the day of you and your mother reconcile, she let you out again without any supervision. You inhale the cold air that lightly brush on your body. Then exhale slowly. You can finally breathe again with freedom. You watched the waves of water hearing it too.

“You woke up early today.” Ao’nung hugs you from the back resting his chin on your head. You giggled feeling his warmth. He missed that from you. That giggle, that smile, that bubbly personality of yours. Now he can finally see it again.

“Today, the tulkun will return. I want you to meet my spirit brother. After that we will have a big celebration.” He said sweetly. You’ve heard about the tulkun when Lo’ak talk about this creature who saved him from the akula.

“I would love to meet him.” You look up and gave him a warm smile. He kiss your forehead and also smiled.

“I’m sure he will love you.”

“Everyone! Our sister and brothers are back!” Tsireya called. Everyone started diving through water excited to meet their spirit siblings. Your mother lend you the mask. You took it and put it on you. Ao’nung then called your name inviting you to ride on the ilu.

Ao’nung made the ilu dive underwater. It was the first time you saw what’s under it. Full of corals, fishes, and any other thing. Your smile is contagious, Ao’nung’s lips are also curled into a smile seeing you happy seeing the under water.

“He’s over there.” He signed. Though you didn’t understand, you just nodded. A second later, you both saw a medium tulkun waiting for someone and that is Ao’nung. The tulkun made a happy noise seeing Ao’nung. Both of you signed “I see you” to the tulkun and he made a noise. Despite not knowing what they are saying, you couldn’t help but to smile at their interactions. Ao’nung being happy talking to his spirit brother—you thought it was cute.

The night has come and everyone has been getting ready for the celebration. Your sister and brothers dressing up for the occasion. Earlier Tsireya gave you a beautiful top that is weaved with shells and pearls, she also gave you a skirt like bottom. You wore it feeling a bit exposed from the clothes. You usually wear a maxi dress to cover your whole body, but you didn’t wanna be rude to Tsireya so you kept it on you.

Your family gathered in the place where the celebration is held. Everyone is already dancing, singing, and playing instruments. It was a lively night. You saw Ao’nung chatting with his friends then his friends were pointing at you which he turned around to see your figure bejeweled with shells and pearls. He walked to slowly taking your beauty. You felt shy about your clothing making you blush. Him too is blush, but for a different reason.

“H-hello Ao’nung.” You twirled your hair lock feeling is intense stare at you. You couldn’t even look at his eyes because of you feeling embarrassed.

“Ma’(y/n). You look gorgeous.” He gets close to you, caressing your cheeks. Your soft smile showed and now looking at him. The gap between you has closed with a soft kiss. You can both finally show affection in from of everybody, not caring about what others think. Both of you all know is that you love each other and no one will stop that.

The end.

[sol-consort]

I actually would like the concept of being the only human in a crew for a Mass Effect game (maybe a smaller standalone game instead a full on main story one) but that may just be because I always preferred the alien characters over the humans in Mass Effect. No clue what the plot would be but for smaller game maybe hostile creature on board like Alien but I’m just thinking that because I’ve binged the Alien movies

But outside plots what would be your top three alien species in Mass Effect you’d want to be stuck with on a ship? I think Quarian, Asari, and Krogan would be mine

Dude, that's an absolute nightmare combo—for the quarian, at least. They're 100% getting sick every other day.

Krogans have heat and ruts, so....there is that. Oh, and the asari is 100% boning them, like you and the qaurian are going to be thirdwheeling 90% of the time.

It's going to like one of those drama reality tv shows, not one of those people gets along.

I mean, I do like humans a lot. Half the human kink stuff is stuff I genuinely find attractive in other humans. I am my own main source of filth, I would absolutely hate being the only human in a ship.

But if I had no other choice...hmm. My brain is just turning this into a list of aliens I want to bone rather than thinking about the logistics.

Well, I don't want to be charged with involuntary manslaughter, so turians and qaurians are off the table. The knowledge I could accidentally poison one of them by my mere existence is too haunting + I'm a curious creature with grubby fingers and will touch all of their stuff and food.

I would actually enjoy being stuck with a hanar on a ship. Toning out people trying to convert you into their religion comes naturally to me. Not to mention how refreshingly polite and well-behaved they are! Hanar forbid animal fighting sports in their entire planet because it lowers empathy! I love the hanar so much, aaa. I wanna get close enough to one to learn their soul name. They're so pretty and pink and jellyfish, my beloveds <33

A drell, though? No. I don't want them to feel subservient to the hanar, but also, I don't want to get drugged each time I used a spoon they haven't washed properly. It's a shame, I adore their raspy voice, but even touching one will give you a rash, so yeah.

I've always wanted to kiss frogs since I was a little human, not in search of princes but because I found frogs pretty and felt bad that people would only kiss them in hopes of them turning into something else rather than kiss them for them, so i swore to kiss any frog I saw. Now I'm older and realise the health complications and risks—that what living with a drell would be like, kissing a frog every day.

Elcor absolutely yes! They're big majestic elephants and I love elephants and I love their clear way of speech and I find them so adorable and I wanna be friends <33

I'm still not over the asari being an eldritch abomination that alters your perception of reality, so absolutely not. Plus, most of them aren't as nice or humble as liara. Instead, they're snotty and often look down on humans for being the youngest, newest species. I'm not bunking with one! They freak me out.

Salarians? Absolutely not. They only require one hour of sleep and have a perfect memory. They can't be gaslight into thinking it's their turn on the chores. They will be up ALL NIGHT every single day. They will wake me up at 3am. to continue an argument from 2 weeks ago. Plus they really dislike the eclor and I don't want them being mean to my favourite guys :( or else I'll slap a bitch.

Korgans? Fuck no. Anything with any heat cycle is not stepping foot in my world. Go deal with your rut elsewhere! I don't even wanna think about it. otherwise they'd be so chill and nice...albet too strong. Krogans need to go I'm sorry.

Angara? No, because I'd feel too bad separating them from their family. BPD and other emotional constipation things make me the worst person to deal with to an angara bc I would legit rather die than acknowledge any feeling ever. They're too emotionally intelligent and open for me, It will be frustrating for us both bc I will look for hidden bad meanings in their sincere worda and kind actions, and they'll take all my impulsive words and actions to heart. Also, I'm very touch repulsed, hug me, and I'll claw your eye out.

Now, you'd think, okay, there are no species left??

AND YOU'D BE WRONG.

The best roomates! The geth!

They're built helpers! they take care of the chores, they stay in a dark room like a hermit connected to the web, you barely hear a beep from them.

Besides the risk of shattering my skull if I accidentally bump into them in the middle of the night in a dark hallway, everything else is very dandy.

So here you have it:

Hanar

Elcor

Geth

That's the realistic version.

Now if we're talking about my fantasy ideal alien foursome roommates dating sim:

Turian

Drell

Angara

[quicktosimp]

Our Time Alone

Kinktober Day 22, Lo'ak

Warnings: Water Sex, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, P in V Sex, Fingering, Aged Up

A/N: Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this event together for us 💖

Divider by @cafekitsune

As much as I love the sea, at the end of the day, I need to clean off the excessive amount of salt sticking to my body. So, at the end of the day, Lo’ak and I travel to the hot springs to bathe, not that we wash for most of the time…

“Come on, Lo’ak, I can feel the salt crystallizing on my skin!” Whining as I pull on his arm,

“Yeesh, you’re bossy today! You may want some bathing oils to help,” Shaking our bag of bathing products.

“Well, you have it, so let go!” Pulling him out of our marui.

Lo’ak only laughs at my antics, allowing me to pull him along, also eager to wash the salt off his body. The trek to the hot springs is long, further into the island's center and up into the rocky hills. This path would be near impossible without much planning for a human, but when you have an 8-foot-tall alien boyfriend who likes to carry you for fun, it makes things much easier. Not many of the Metkayina are willing to climb up here, their biological talents suited for the water and not pursuing the rocky cliffs. In the seven years we have been here, there have only been two times that others have been more than the two of us. Allowing us peace and quiet and no risks of Tuk running into our marui while having sex.… it was rather fun watching Jake scold Tuk while she asked questions about what we were doing.

“Ready to go up?” Lo’ak asks, holding out his arms.

I walk into his arms joyfully, “I’m ready, Love.”

He scoops me into his arms, shifting me so I’m cradled in one. His other used to climb. We chat idly about our days, laying small kisses on each other and laughing at our stories.

“There is no way he did that,” my head thrown back in laughter.

“The skxawng did! He actually said that to the Ilu while bonded!” Lo’ak was attempting to focus on climbing as he told me about the idiot learning to ride his Ilu today.

“He’s lucky he only got thrown like a skipping rock,” I turn my nose at the idea of someone calling Ilu names.

“I agree. Thankfully, Ilu are gentle creatures. If it was Tsurak, I do not think it would have ended so well.” Lo’ak pulled us up onto solid ground.

“You’re going to have to put him on a watch list if he ever manages to tame an Ilu,” I comment, slipping out of Lo’ak’s arms. As much as I want to stay, the salt is digging into my skin painfully.

Lo’ak scrunches his nose, “If he can tame an Ilu,” flashing his fangs.

Seeing his fangs always does something for me, as heat warms my cunt. Lo’ak shoots me a knowing smile, “Don’t worry, Paskalin, you’ll get plenty more soon,” turning away, his tail swishing mischievously.

I rush to meet his strides, not one to let this challenge go by. As I pass Lo’ak, I gab his tail by the base and let the whole length run through my hands before moving past him. He stood there for a second, bewildered. Once his mind caught up with him, Lo’ak was ready for the chase. He crouched low, a playful growl leaving his lips before he charged. I squeal at his actions before taking off, running to the hot springs, as that is the only safe place, giggling along the way. It’s not long before Lo’ak catches me in his arms, picking me up while still running.

“Lo’ak! You got me! You got me!” I shout, knowing what he’s going to do.

Nearing the water, I beast on his chest playfully, “Don’t you da-!” Splash!

The water was warm and would be comforting if I wasn’t just thrown in. Surfacing the top, Lo’ak is leaning over smugly.

“Enjoying the water, Yawne?” He asked, flashing a grin.

I rip off my top and throw it at his face, hitting him with a satisfying smack. I laugh at the sight of my soaked top hanging off his face; only one eye could be seen. He wipes it off his face, landing on the stone with a plop. Lo’ak strips out of his tewng before cannonballing in. Water rained down on me from the splash, and Lo’ak surfaced not long after, his braids covering his face.  

“Come here, dweeb,” I wave him over from where I was treading water.

Lo’ak slowly swims over, holding me in his arms as we swim, “Starting to feel better, Tìyawn?” He asks, nuzzling my face. 

“Starting to, the water is helping my back. After diving today, Tuk asked me to show her how to spin yarn so she could keep practicing crocheting. I feel like my back was replaced by a tire iron.” I groan, trying to stretch my back.

Lo’ak’s hands rub at my back, kneading my tense muscles, “I’ve offered to make you that spinning wheel you showed me pictures of. It may be easier on your back.” 

I hum at the thought, leaning into Lo’ak’s experienced hands. “I might take you up on that. I did not think my crafts would be so popular amongst the clan.” The idea of the spinning wheel sounds much better.

“I am not surprised! Many mothers love you making their carrying nets. Your nets are much softer on their baby's skin. Then you started making the blankets and the shawls, and then you made the Ilu. You made everything with care and love. It’s no wonder you became the first person an expecting mother tells.” His voice was full of pride.

 A snort leaves my mouth, “How many more disgruntled expecting fathers do you want to deal with? Cause I don’t like that line or the looks that Ronal gives me when technically she should be the first to know, being the Tsahìk.” I groan as Lo’ak kneads at a knot near my neck.

“The line of angry men I will deal with, but if Ronal decides to ‘talk’ with you about it, I’m planning a last-minute hunting trip. And leaving indefinitely.” Lo’ak jokes through his laughter.

My head snaps to look at him, “You do that, and I’ll tell her how you, Aonung, and Rotxo broke the shelves in her healing marui, and I’m leaving out Aonung and Rotxo.” 

Lo’ak’s face pales as he smiles uncertainly, “Well, we don’t have to worry about that. I doubt it will ever happen. Now, why don’t we start bathing,” Lo’ak moved so he was swimming on his back, pulling me onto his chest. 

“Nice save,” I drawl amused.

Lo’ak softly chuckles as we float over to the side of the spring. The underwater ledges are big enough to support us so we can sit comfortably. I struggled to remove my water-logged clothing so Lo’ak could place it in our bag. The small bag of bathing oils was still attached to Lo’ak’s hip; thankfully, none broke during his jump.

“Here,” Lo’ak hands me a container, “This one is yours,” the smell of yavo fruit caresses my nose. 

Lo’ak digs through the sack, returning with his own. I grab his and hand him back mine. Lo’ak softly shakes his head as he dips two fingers into yavo fruit oil. I lick my lips at seeing his two fingers dripping with oil.

“Babe, you need to get clean, yet you’re thinking of fucking me. Horny girl.” Lo’ak purred, trailing his fingers from my collarbone between my breasts and to my navel. 

My breath hitches from the motion. I dip my fingers into the canaster full of Lo’ak’s oil before moving my hands to his pecks, the strong muscles flexing under my touch as I rub the oil into his skin. I move up to rub at his shoulders, pulling his face to mine. Our lips meet, the steam flowing around us. Our bodies slick from the oil and sweat from the steam as our mouths continue to meet. Lo’ak pushed his tongue into my open mouth, licking at the insides. I suck eagerly on his tongue as Lo’ak’s hands travel to my hips, pulling my body flush to his. As we draw apart, our saliva mixing between us, I bite his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth. I grab at Lo’ak’s waist, my nails clawing at his skin. 

“Oh fuck, Tìyawn. Fucking needy today.” Lo’ak groans, his hands moving to my thighs, spreading them apart, allowing him to fit between them.

 “You’ve been teasing me all day.” I bite at his neck, determined to place as many marks on him as possible. 

“All day, Tìyawn,” he groans as his hands creep towards my cunt, “How have I teased you all day?” Lo’ak asks, bringing his thumb to my clit under the water. 

“Yes!” I arch into his touch, “Lifting those baskets, watching you wrangle that Tsurak, how you climbed to get the fibers I need to make the soft yarn. You’ve been showing off your muscles to me all day.” I slip my hand closer to his slit, teasing the outside. 

Feeling Lo’ak’s slit, I notice it's already parted from the muscles relaxing due to the hot water. His cock peaking out, interested in our activities. 

“So I go about my day usually, and you get your panties all soaked?” Lo’ak’s finger entered my pussy, “Fuck, you’re so wet inside. Is that why you wet and changed your clothes this afternoon? Did you soak through your panties? My little slut aren’t you?” He slowly moved his finger in and out slowly, curling it against my sweet spot.

“Yes!” I exclaim, “I made the floor wet, too; I had to clean it up after.” I gasped, rolling my hips into his hand, splashing water on us. 

“Hmmm, what am I to do with you? Dirtying all your clothes due to your cunt. Maybe I should breed it, give it what it wants.” Lo’ak hummed nonchalantly.

“Oh yes, Lo’ak! Give me a baby!” I demand, pushing myself forward onto him.

Lo’ak and I fell back, submerging us underneath the water. His fingers never left my pussy. Instead, he used his other arm to hold onto me to resurface. 

“Damn, you’re desperate, need me to fill you up with my cock? Give you all my cum? Fill up your cunt and womb until there’s nowhere else for it to go? But you’ll be locked on my cock. It won't be able to leak. Na, it’s just going to fill you up more. Definitely gonna give you a baby. You ready for that?” Lo’ak crooned, adding another finger.

 “Oh fuck,” my eyes rolled to the back of my head. His words brought heat straight to my core.

“Yes or no, baby girl.” He punctuated with a harsh thrust of his fingers.

“Fuck, yes!” I moan as Lo’ak rubs my clit again. 

Lo’ak moves us, so I’m laying on top of him again, floating in the water, “Good girl,” adding a third finger.

The pleasure of his movements, the pressure of being full, and the burn from the stretch was perfect.

“Ohhhh, Lo’ak, please more,” I whine.

“Alright, baby girl, I won’t tease you today.” Lo’ak trailed off, removing his fingers.

 Shifting underneath myself, I pat at Lo’ak’s slit, feeling it part for me. I enter two of my fingers inside, searching for his dick. The insides of Lo’ak’s slit were warm and wet from the water seeping inside.

“Tìyawn, you need to hurry up. It is not comfortable to be filled with water.” Lo’ak grumbled.

I found his cock deep inside his slit, I coaxed it out with my fingers, and his slit closed around his cock, making a seal, “This time, I’ll be nice, but remember that’s what you do to me every time.” I threatened.

I line myself up with Lo’ak’s dick and sli back onto it, “Oh fuck you’re big!” I cry as the tapered head breaches my entrance. 

“It’s cause you are so small, a tawtute not meant to take a na’vi dick, yet here you are spread wide on my cock like a whore.” His voice was breathless as one of his spines sank into me. 

“Lo’ak!” I cry as his spines come to life inside me, trying to find the perfect place to lock into. 

Each spine pushed into me with a pop, the large objects forced into me with each pushdown. As I continue downward, there is no chance of returning up, no relief from everything. His spines continue to wriggle and writhe inside me, finding their own crevice to lock into, becoming so hard that they cannot be removed. Many of the top spines are big enough that they rub my clit as I move down, each rough force bringing me shocking waves of pleasure. 

“Oh fuck, I know, Yawne. Feels fucking good, yeah? Ready for me to lock with you? Fuck into your womb, and hold it open. Making sure that not a drop of cum goes to waste.” Lo’ak growls, grabbing at my hips forcing me down faster.

“No! Lo’ak! You’re too fast!” I shout as more of his cock is forced into me, the spines popping in with force, hitting my clit repeatedly. 

The rough pleasure was bringing me close to my climax, faster than usual, “Lo’ak, please, you’re too fast! I’m gonna cum!” I cry out.

“You’re gonna cum? Okay, I’ll make you cum,” He snarled, rutting up into me harder.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I scream, banging my fists on his chest. 

His cock tip started hitting my cervix, demanding entry, but he was too restless to line up properly, instead striking it over and over again, bruising my cervix in the process.  

“Please! Please! Lo’ak!” I scream as the pleasure becomes too much.

Lo’ak grips my hips with bruising strength, forcing his tip into my cervix. The tendrils on his cock head sprang to life, locking on either side of my cervix, creating a seal, locking us together.

“Oh fuck, Yawne! So fucking good. Ready for me cum? Gonna fill your womb so much. I’m fucking cumming!” His words came out as a hiss.

Lo’ak’s cum floods my womb, filling me even more than I already was. Gushes and gushes of cum fill me with every spurt. He keeps rutting into me, even though we cannot separate, dragging me on his cock. My clit rubs against his abs, giving me the final pleasure I need. My high hits me with overwhelming pleasure. White dots cover my vision as I attempt to wiggle and rock on Lo’ak’s cock. But his arms hold me firm. Forcing me to take everything he has to give.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I ramble on, my voice barely a whisper.

Lo’ak rubbed my back in soothing strokes, comforting me as I calmed down, “Did such a good job for me, baby. So proud of you,” He whispered, stroking my hair.

I make a whining noise at his praise, happy to hear it. We lay there soaking in the water, relaxing, as we wait for Lo’ak’s spines to disengage. 

“I’m glad we made it up here,” I mumble sleepily.

“I am, too. We really need to start setting more boundaries with Tuk. We cannot keep having her barge into our marui at all hours, day and night, as she pleases. We need our time together.” Lo’ak grumbles, irritated with his sister.

“She is a young teen, Lo’ak boundary pushing is what they do. Or are you purposefully blocking out 85% of your teen years?” I tease a soft smile on my face.

“My point still stands.” He huffed.

“I would try and start implementing those rules sooner rather than later.” I hum.

“Why?” Lo’ak asked suspiciously.

“Remember? We agreed that I should stop taking my birth control, and that was over a month ago. I am definitely going to be pregnant after this.” I remind him joyfully.

I can feel Lo’ak’s tail swishing over the water with joy, “I cannot wait for the confirmation, but Yawne, it is no longer Tuk I am worried about. It will be my mother.”

I sighed defeat when I realized he was right, “We’re never going to be alone again, are we?” I grumbled.

“No, Yawne, no, we will not.”

[bridenore]

HD prostitution fic recs

Here are a few drarry fic recs featuring Harry or Draco as a prostitute. Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

Ai by talkplaylove [18k]

Harry Potter wanders into a bar.

Another Mask Behind You by @letteredlettered [116k]

Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity.  Harry unknowingly hires him.  And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies.  (And then more porn.  Seriously, if you don’t want sex scene after sex scene you probably shouldn’t read this.  And please read the warnings.)

Coins by Inell [5k]

Coins make a certain jingling sound whenever they are tossed onto the top of a wooden bureau.

Exposure by GallaPlacidia [26k]

When Seamus uncovers Draco Malfoy’s camboy profile, he, Harry and Ron decide to anonymously book a private show so as to humiliate him later. Fascinated by Draco’s confidence, Harry keeps booking private shows under the disguise…

Self prompt: Draco is a camboy. Harry betrays him.

The First Time He Held Me by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed [11k]

Draco works for a Muggle escort service, and uses a Polyjuice potion to disguise himself when meeting clients. He’s highly desired, but not often requested because of his high prices, so it’s more of his side-hobby to bring in a little extra cash now that his parents are in jail— plus, he enjoys it. One night, he’s called to the room of the one man who he has always wanted, but could never have. Now, he needs to decide whether or not to reveal his true identity, or to remain in this polyjuiced body so that he can keep the attention of the Boy Who Lived.

“You remind me of someone,” he murmurs, tilting his head as his fingers sweep under my chin. I look up automatically and my stomach flips because I hope he’s talking about me— the real me, I mean, not this Muggle body.

“Who?” I ask, and I’m frustrated at how breathy my voice has become.

His eyebrows pull together fractionally and then they smooth out as a smile pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“Someone even more stubborn than the pair of us combined,” he says calmly, and I arch a brow.

Heart Like Neon by @lqtraintracks [41k]

Bored of being The Chosen One, Harry discovers he rather likes sex and becomes a professional. He’s good at it, and part of why is that he can read people. Not minds, not Legilimens, but their whole self, and he can give them what they don’t even know they want. Enter Draco fucking Malfoy, enigma to everyone, including himself. Harry can’t help but want to break into him, to figure him out. And Draco, thinking he’ll fuck Potter on a lark, has no idea what he’s in for.

If Sex Is the Drug, Then What Is the Cost by @eva-eleanore [3k]

For quite some time, Harry has been seeing Malfoy. Well… Actually, he’s hired Malfoy, to keep him company, in his bedroom. It’s only sex — honestly — and since Malfoy is the best, he’s the only person Harry wants. That’s all it is, right?

In The Red by @bixgirl1 [45k]

When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there.

The last thing he expects is to fall in love with him.

In Which Harry Potter Discovers a River In Egypt by Kestrel_Sparhawk [23k]

A missing roommate, a mysteriously familiar male prostitute, murdered Muggles, and an angry boss are all making life difficult for Auror Harry Potter. And that’s before he discovers that the reason he’s avoided having girlfriends for three years is not just because he doesn’t like publicity.

Kiss A Boy In London Town (And Other Intimate Misadventures of A Society Whore) by @femmequixotic [36k]

There’s only one cardinal sin for a whore.

Little Star by @ladderofyears [39k]

Ever since the end of the war Draco Malfoy has been scratching a living as a sex worker. He lives on the margins of society in squalid rooms and doesn’t imagine that his life will ever change. Then, after a couple of years, Draco becomes pregnant by an unknown client. Despite the Healers at St Mungo’s treating him with prejudice and contempt, Draco is determined to keep his baby. In his desperation, Draco approaches the wrong person and the result is disastrous. Draco is beaten up and left for dead in an alleyway. As Draco hovers between life and death, Harry Potter discovers his bruised and battered body.

The Saviour doesn’t only save Draco’s life. He takes Draco back to Grimmauld Place and helps him to recover.

Morning Mr Devil, Come Say Farewell to Your Dreams by @thisbloodycat [32k]

Nothing stays the same after a war. Except for lack of luck, that much Draco has noticed.

Paradigm by @dysonrules [57k]

Harry Potter is an Auror and Draco Malfoy is a rentboy, but this is not a typical rentboy story.

Party Poppets or ‘How Not to Fall in Love (and why you should do it anyway)’  by anon_drarry [18k]

Head Auror Potter has no idea what he’s about to get himself into when he decides to investigate the Ministry’s newly created POPPET program, and meets its star poppet - one Draco Malfoy.

Put a Price on My Soul by lamerezouille [11k]

Harry has become used to being a whore in the crapsack Wizarding World that’s now governed by Voldemort. Everything changes when Malfoy becomes his new pimp.

Railway lands by Maelipstick [65k]

Draco finds his own way to cope with being a failed Death Eater at Voldemort’s headquarters. Voldemort finds a way to destroy the wizarding world even after his death. Harry is trying to hold the world together while his mind quietly comes apart.

Warnings for graphic drug use, depression and suicidal ideation, Draco being an arsehole, sex work, criminality, non-con sexual situations, shifting POVs, ofc werewolves, self neglect and self harm, general unprettiness, unplanned parenthood and references to other works of fiction.

Soldier's Eyes by Eruditewitch [31k]

Almost six years after Voldemort falls, Harry Potter goes missing. No    one can find him, until chance would have Draco Malfoy thrust right in    his path, picking up shattered pieces while trying to keep himself together.

That Which Remains by @sitaz [2k]

Being a Junior Auror is not what Harry expected it to be. And the unregistered Veela in cell 4 does look familiar…

Things Worth Paying For by MalenkayaCherepakha [11k]

After leaving post-war Britain for Paris, Draco is finally happy, with friends and a job he loves. But then his newest client turns out to be Harry Potter, and everything changes.

Touch Me Fall by @lqtraintracks [23k]

Malfoy was such a ponce. And he was a complete snob. And he was so fucking fit Harry wanted to jump him where he sat. It would be too easy to forget his objective tonight: to really, really, really get Malfoy out of his system.

You open always (petal by petal) by birdsofshore [65k]

Harry’s not the kind of person who pays for sex. He really isn’t. Until he is.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

[blainesebastian]

the benefits of getting stood up (pt2)

words: 2,429 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (part 1 was this request), part 2 is a request from @scrambled-eggs-y : maybe him stopping by the aquarium! Like a date after hours at the aquarium would be so cute!! notes: masterlist on my sidebar, thank you for all the requests everyone :) let me know if you’d like to be added to a general taglist warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff

One of the things you’ve learned thanks to practice in online dating, you’ve stopped holding your breath for things. You’re attempting not to take anything too seriously, keeping things or people high up on a pedestal. When you start doing that? it’s only that much more disappointing when whatever you want doesn’t go your way. It’s just…easier not to get your hopes up, that way when something good happens you can be pleasantly surprised.

You meant what you said about deleting that app when Nick stood you up at that dive bar a few weeks ago, dragging and dropping that thing right into your trash. Not a big loss, right? It’s something you definitely needed to do. You also wouldn’t blame Austin if you exchanged numbers but then didn’t hear from him—part of you expected that he might have given you the wrong set of digits. Connections feel like they make so much more sense in the heat of the night, after a few drinks, in close proximity in a dingy bar. You don’t hold your breath.

Except Austin texts you and keeps up the momentum of messaging you back, carrying on conversations, asking questions and even exchanging pictures (PG, for now?)—Austin has a dalmatian named Fergus and you have plenty of sea creatures at your job to snap shots of and send along. The texting is nice, the few phone calls you’ve shared enjoyable and promising and the only reason you two haven’t settled on an actual date yet is because both of you are busy.

You feel like he has a valid excuse being a celebrity and all—even though the Elvis film is over, he’s got other obligations, events, parties, interviews that tie him up in ways he sometimes doesn’t expect. You though? While your classes do take a toll every so often, most of the time you get dragged into work to cover shifts when people call off unexpectedly.

You love the aquarium…you just kinda can’t stand some of the people who work there. Another drop in the bucket on how animals are just so much better than humans.

Rounding the corner out of the break room, you make sure you have your ID tag on (it was upside down this morning) and make your way to the jellyfish. There’s this display where you can touch the tops of them and give a little spiel to kids about how touching the top won’t sting you—though they have the same feeling against the pads of your fingers as if you were touching sandpaper, or a cat’s tongue.

“Don’t be mad,” You start, tucking your phone against your shoulder for a moment to roll up your sleeves past your elbows, “But I think I have to cancel tonight.”

“I’m not mad,” Austin assures, his tone warm and like honey against your eardrum, “But I’m thinkin’ I might have to change your contact name to ‘Nick’ in my phone if you’re gonna keep standin’ me up.”

And it’s a joke, you know that, smiling a little as you tip your head back towards the ceiling, “God, please don’t. Not even funny.”

Austin smirks and there’s the sound of traffic behind him, “Sorry, I know—besides, not like I haven’t had to rearrange things on us sometimes.”

“The universe hates us.”

A chuckle, “Definitely not workin’ in our favor lately. Maybe retrograde?”

“Tired of mercury in the microwave,” You joke, pausing against a railing in the aquarium that’s right near where you have to get back to work. You got a few minutes and this is one of your favorite spots. The railing is in front of this expansive glass pane that stretches from one floor to the next in the aquarium—big open water, blue light kissing skin, all matters of sea life swimming in a calm circle.

You take a deep breath.

“I got put on another late shift by someone who takes off pretty much every week,” You shake your head, “And I think I’m comin’ down with something.”

“You don’t take care of yourself,” Austin supplies but it’s not in a condescending way—you can hear the concern in his tone, and honestly? He’s kinda right. You’ve been running yourself into the ground and your body has finally had enough. You’re off this weekend though, you can get some sleep—recharge. Unfortunately that means you won’t exactly be up to any dates though, ugh.

Austin’s gonna lose interest before you even have a chance to show him how great you are.

“I know,” There’s a soft whine there that makes Austin chuckle, “Can’t I find someone else to do that for me?”

“Yeah, I think it’s called a day-spa.”

You crinkle your nose before glancing over at the jellyfish exhibit, “I gotta go talk to kids about jellies. But call me later?”

“You got one fun fact you can leave me with?”

Smiling a little, you purse your lips in thought before, “They have no brain and are 98% water.”

“Huh…just like Nick, right?”

You laugh earnestly and you can tell that was exactly Austin’s intention—can hear him smiling over the phone even though you can’t see him. There’s this ridiculous warmth that settles in your belly when you think about him, butterflies fluttering along your ribcage and sticking with you long after the sensation disappears. You like him—even if you haven’t had a chance to go on an official date. You just hope this doesn’t blow up in your face. With Austin it’s really difficult to do the whole ‘lowkey’ feeling thing and just accept whatever happens.

You guess that’s what it feels like when you’ve got something great to lose.

“See you,” Austin promises and you hum.

“Bye.” Hanging up the call, you take another deep breath and walk towards the jellyfish exhibit—definitely recharged to take on the next few hours.

--

You’re not here until close but it certainly feels like that when you started in the morning and now it’s well into the afternoon, almost night, and you’ve still got an hour left before you’re done. Running a hand through your hair, you finish up a small private tour and dip into the backroom again to get your cup of coffee that’s pretty much saving your life at this point.

Looking up, your boss Jerry is coming towards you with a ‘very important business’ face on. Okay, time to put your foot down—if he asks you to cover another shift, you just have to say no—

“Closing early tonight.”

You blink, “What?”

“I’m gonna have you close early—you’re done in an hour, right?”

You’re not following this train of thought but honestly that’s typical for Jerry. But you nod and take another sip of coffee. “Yeah, what’s going on?”

“Private event, had someone call in and rent out the entire aquarium for the night.” Raising your eyebrows, you let out a slow breath because that must have cost a pretty penny. Though who does that at the last minute? You’ve heard that this place has been used for special charity events, weddings, proms…but a private event with no details other than that?

You push aside asking too many questions—you get to go home early, that’s all that matters.

“Cool, okay.”

“We’ll start clearing guests out in about ten minutes, should be enough time for maintenance to clean and then I’ll get you the info on the private event. Just need you to let them in, give a small tour and call it a night. Apparently they’re bringing in anything they might need, just having security stick around tonight.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” You smile, happy enough to let in whoever’s personally responsible for making your night easier.

The breakdown happens just as Jerry entails—the aquarium closes, guests are ushered out, maintenance cleans the floors and wipes down as many surfaces as they can get their hands on in the time allotted, other workers clean up their respective areas, feed animals, and clock out. Grabbing the clipboard in the backroom that Jerry left behind with the private event’s info, you run your thumb along the papers attached and make your way to the front door where security is waiting.

“Okay…” You trail off as one of them opens the door for you, “Mr.—”

You blink at the name on the paper: Austin Butler

“Surprised?”

Your head snaps up to see Austin at the door and then almost do a double-take because, “What—what are you doing here?”

Austin licks his lips, taking a step into the aquarium. He’s dressed in a pair of black jeans with one hole in the knee, a soft white button down that has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a black pair of booties to complete the look. You feel entirely frumpy in your jeans and work polo, a little fish on the one collar, nametag and all.

“Figured rentin’ out the aquarium was the only way to get your attention.”

And you laugh because this is so…utterly ridiculous. You’re standing here with a clipboard as the doors to the aquarium close, and it takes you a minute to realize that Austin has a few bags with him that the security guards are going through and—this feels like whiplash.

“You…you rented out an aquarium.” You repeat because you’re not sure what else to say.

“We had a date right?” He asks, smiling down at you, “Told you I wasn’t gonna stand you up.”

Your cheeks splotch bright pink, “I think you’re probably let off the hook when I’m the one who had to cancel,” But you’re…so glad he’s here, utterly touched, almost afraid this is some sort of elaborate dream from taking a cat nap in the breakroom before your shift is over. “We could have…gone on a real date, like had food somewhere or…”

Austin chews on his lower lip, taking a step towards you as the guards disperse to their usual posts. He picks up the bags he carried in, “I brought soup cause you said you weren’t feelin’ well. Some wine,” He shrugs, “And I figured what better place to have our first date in than one that you talk a lot about.”

Smiling softly, you set aside the stupid clipboard because you clearly don’t need that. Despite how many times you have to pick up shifts you didn’t ask for; you do love this place—it’s one of the reasons you’re studying to become a marine biologist anyways. It’s important to you.

Your hand reaches out to gently touch his chest, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt, “You just want a free tour.” You tease.

“I wouldn’t say no to that,” Austin grins, motioning to lead the way.

You so badly want to kiss him right now that it’s overwhelming but…you settle for pushing yourself up on your toes and planting your lips on his cheekbone. Short and sweet, to thank him, and he doesn’t seem to mind.

You guide him towards your favorite part of the aquarium and unpin your nametag to put into your pocket because it feels slightly ridiculous wearing it. There’s a spiral walkway that leads down to the lower level and underneath one of the awnings of the upper floor is a cylinder glass room. Taking a short breath, you walk through, looking over your shoulder at Austin. This is what you want to see—the look on his face.

He's tipping his head to look at the ceiling, the surrounding of water around them, the soft cyan blue waves playing through his hair and against his cheeks. It has to be one of the most beautiful things you’ve seen, a darker blue to his eyes as they eventually land on you. You gesture a bit with your arms out,

“This is my favorite spot.”

Austin hums, walking toward a bench in the center of the cylinder. “I can see why.” He sets down the bags in his hands, sticking them into his pockets. There’s a moment of comfortable silence, fish swimming by, sharks gliding overhead.

“Sharks have electroreceptor organs which means they have uh...cells that detect electric fields.” You have no idea why it’s a kneejerk reaction for you to share this, “They use them to locate prey.”

Austin hums, “Like sonar?”

You crinkle your nose, “Kind of?” Sitting on bench, you begin to unpack the bag, taking out the bottle of wine and the thermos filled with soup, “You really didn’t have to do all this.”

“I know,” He sits down next to you, shrugging his one shoulder, “Don’t thank me too much yet, it’s canned soup thanks to the last-minute decision.”

A soft laugh leaves your lips and you shake your head—doesn’t matter to you, it’s the thought that counts. You hand him the bottle of wine and he pops the cork, pouring a small amount into the plastic cups he brought; the blue water gives the red wine an almost royal purple shade.

“I mean,” You clarify, motioning around them to the aquarium, “I’m impressed but you don’t have to impress me.” And you hope that’s not coming across as ungrateful or that you’re not enjoying this, it’s just…you like Austin, you’ll take him any way that he’s willing to offer.

You can tell, as he looks at you, taking a sip of wine…that your comment is not something he’s considered. Maybe that’s a norm for him, thinking he has to go above and beyond, but you’d enjoy whatever first date as long as it was with him. Even it was something as mundane as take-out and a movie on your couch.

“Or I mean—at least rent out a movie theater next time, or maybe an amusement park?” You grin, teasing, nudging his foot with your own. “This is so minor league.”

Austin laughs, leaning his leg into yours until your ankles are pressed together. “Noted.”

You take a sip of wine and Austin opens up the thermos of soup, steam escaping, and your stomach rumbles at the thought—you can’t remember the last time you’ve eaten. Austin’s right—you need to take care of yourself.

Leaning forward, you press your lips to his, hoping you’re not overstepping. He inches closer, cupping your cheek with his hand, his thumb working along your cheekbone.

Though you suppose, with thoughtful dates like these? You might not have to take care of yourself all the time. Admittedly, it’s nice having someone look after you for a change.

--

Hope you guys enjoyed :) I do not picture writing anything else for this universe, but part two was definitely fun! Can never turn down a good aquarium date!

[askew-d]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

hello, there! thank you for following me, by the way. this ask’s a sweet surprise! i don’t mind at all, i’ve never answered this before :) i’ll make a list of all the characters i cherish. it’s not ranked over who i cherish more though (they’re all special for me). they’re all random nonetheless, but let’s see if you can catch a little bit of a ‘type’ here, haha.

1. kageyama tobio, from haikyuu!! — i first found him to be a very bothersome character in terms of background and personality. perhaps a little bit aggressive, unnecessarily so. however, i can see how much he’s changed after finding a team like karasuno and hinata especially, and over time we go unraveling his attitude to find an actually sweet person who probably only thinks about milk, cats, leaving his nails neat and other stupid things. he’s one of those tsundere characters and that’s nice. he’s overall a nice person who’s judged unfairly. and his awkwardness turns out to be adorable, so that’s a plus.

2. minato, from the film kaibutsu — this japanese show absolutely wrecked me. it seriously did. how the hell could they expect me to move on after it? i have no words for how much this story impacted me. this main character brings such a tender feeling of youth and fragile love towards another person that sweeps me off my feet. he’s got a repressed heart that slowly comes free and it made me feel very protective over him.

3. violet, from the anime violet evergarden — heartfelt letters aside, this anime felt to me like a coming of age show. or perhaps more like a coming of ‘human’. i love her because she’s truly intrigued about the world, the people, feelings as a whole and what it means to be a breathing creature. she’s just a child. she wants to see everything. to understand her heart. she’s a force of nature that beholds so much and doesn’t even know how to put into proper words, even if that’s her job.

4. lu guang, from shiguang daili ren —i just watched link click recently, but this boy surely made a way into my heart. i love how he’s ready to fight the world on behalf of cheng xiaoshi, and although he’s a hypocrite through and through, he’s real. he’s one of the realest people i’ve seen being portrayed. because who in heavens would choose someone unimportant to tou if you can choose someone you love? and how he hides his emotions? chef’s kiss. i love that he’s an ‘actions speak louder than words’ kind of guy; he’d call you an idiot in one moment, then burn the world for you in the following one.

5. the little prince, from the book the little prince — i cannot forget this book not even in a million years. changed me as a person. this vulnerable, free character makes me think he’s not just a hallucination from the author, he’s a magical shiny little person who’s discovering about life. i love him because he’d never change, you can’t change him, because he’ll always be a child at heart and mind. he’s everyone. he’s you, he’s me, he’s who we were. and that breaks me apart. he makes me cry, this one. he makes me remember that i’m a child too, regardless of how many time passes.

6. léon doré, from the film it’s not me, i swear! — i was a fifteen-year old watching this after having reconnected with my mother and that’s why it marvelled me. it’s a lot of what i’ve been through, of what i’ve been. i love him because i relate to him, and i wish i could’ve had that courage. i won’t spoil the story, but i really recommend it! my favorite film of all time. it has trigger warning for child abandonment, suicide attempts and child abuse though.

7. wei wuxian, from mo dao zu shi — oh, boy, i can’t relate to this one at all. i think he’s the only one from this list that doesn’t fall into the ‘introvert with hidden feelings and traumatised past’ type, not entirely. he only falls into the traumatised past. i think he’s the only extrovert character — besides hinata shouyou — that i actually like. i’m an introvert at heart, so at first he annoyed me too, lan wangji, i get you. but his strength? how he looks into the world that broke him and says ‘i’ll keep trying, i’ll keep smiling’? how he loves to the point of sacrifying himself? how he’s not attuned to his feelings because he’s more worried about being excited over little things? how he’s just overall so rebellious, but intelligent, sincere, witty, and does this all for the good, regardless if he’s being misjudged? how he’s been through hell but chooses to find reasons to keep going instead of looking back? oh, how i love him.

8. todoroki shouto, from my hero academia — i don’t enjoy boku no hero anymore, it has lost the entertaining bits for me. but i do expect the best for this boy right here, i love him for his cool nature, how he walks into life trying to let go of his resentment (after he befriends midoriya), and how he cares for his friends more than words can be let out to express. i wish the anime had grew to be better so i could watch more of him, but the feeling’s gone for me now. nevertheless, i still cherish him.

9. gin, from hotarubi no mori e — he’s a mystery, that’s for sure. he deserved so much more. he deserved life, he deserved a chance to live. i love the tenderness in him, and the sheer tenderness he showed our main character even if he didn’t even managed to be a real, normal boy! how can beings find the love in themselves and be so painfully alive even if they’re not in fact in the human spectrum? i love that he taught us this concept of love. i love this type of trope. i love and hate it at the same time.

10. dr. house, from house m.d — i had a hard time wondering if i should indeed add him here. because he’s an asshole. why do i like him? i don’t know. i see this flawed, asshole man and i see the pain in him and though it doesn’t justify anything at all, it’s what humans are all about. he judges everyone. he shames everyone. he shows people’s true intentions. he hides his true intentions. he’s repressed and lonely and he’s doomed. but he’s got this relationship with wilson, and women, and monster trucks games, and he lives. and he’s an awful man, but aren’t we all at core? i love to hate him.

bonus: nozomi fujisaki, from cherry magic, and nano, from girl from nowhere. they’re wonderful. they’re everything. love fujisaki’s view in life (it matches mine) and nano’s brilliance ✨

haha, well, this got longer than i thought, but wow, i enjoyed this a lot. thank you for asking me this, really! big hugs!!

[nullamirrors]

finally an opportunity to write out my side order theories post and stop thinking about writing a side order theories post… here is my side order rambles

main theory: octo expansion was about envy, return of the mammalians was about nostalgia, so side order will be about ambition or something along those lines. it makes sense: you've escaped. you're climbing a tower over and over again trying to reach the top. maybe this is it. maybe after octo you were only ever out of the frying pan and into the fire.

plus, we had a storyline about forgetting the past, then a storyline about rebuilding the past, so it would make sense that this one would be about the future. (is this the future we dreamed of when we stuck in hell?) the trailer shows what might be a factory producing mem cakes - a machine creating memories. now THAT'S an interesting concept. what kind of future do we want to build, and who is selling us our visions of utopia and why? if people can be made to long for a memory they never even had, what might be the extreme outcome of that?

(if it is a simulated world this time, that means anything can happen. I'm not sure they need to up the spectacle again, but they have a track record of succeeding, so… hopefully this gets wacky.)

probably they will not do this since the splatoon series has made a point of only critiquing the status quo indirectly… but if they are committed to completing this story then it should be about the sea creature society having to reckon with their own failings. the fundamental "joke" of the splatoon series is that everything that exists in it only exists because of the extinction of humanity from climate catastrophe, and yet the new dominant lifeforms have built their own hypercapitalist hellscape with presumably no self-awareness of its shortcomings. it's established in mammalians that the new culture is explicitly modelled on human culture, so logically this is what the whole thing has been building to: an environmental crisis that isn't an external threat that can be quashed through violence but something that requires societal change in order to be averted.

of course, they won't do this. (it's good that they don't. it would feel unconvincing from nintendo.) so here is my list of potential villains for side order:

• Marina: this is a popular suggestion given her general absence from the gameplay that's been shown, and while I wouldn't be totally surprised I think it's more likely that marina is kidnapped or something. maybe the spire of order was her project but something went wrong. I'm just not sure what the storyline would be if marina is the villain (unless she is the revolutionary leader from my other idea) also pearl and marina will kiss when they reunite you heard it here first

• A Mark Zuckerberg Type: there's a lot of implication that side order takes place in some sort of virtual world, so it makes sense that this would be splatoon taking on the "metaverse". (were the levels in previous games all meant to be physical spaces?) it's probably most likely that the villain would be a new company and new character, but maybe this will be the director of ancho-v games or something.

• A Revolutionary Group: this would make sense with the idea of the splatoon series always - in its surface text - being about preserving the status quo. I'm not sure how that would connect with the design of the world, though, given that it seems to be very much about ostentatious with an aesthetic that mixes neomodern instagram bland white rigidity with pastelly makeup/fashion styles and old-school gilded art-deco (or is it nouveau) temples of wealth. it basically looks like if a bank was designed for tiktok? that doesn't scream revolutionary to me, but then this could be a case where the skeleton fish things are attacking the tower rather than them being the tower attacking the characters. maybe the bad guys are trying to corrupt the virtual world before the resources required to run it destroys the planet again. maybe they were right all along…

• Acht: well, the skeleton fish do seem like their kind of style. they could easily be a revolutionary as above. I suspect their role will be more limited though - it's not like Harmony is a main character, and even the idols in octo/mammalians have pretty limited story roles in the grand scheme of things. plus, why would they ally with agent 8 while also trying to kill them? for… test data? (well, we don't know the full implications of acht's sanitisation…)

• Commander Tartar He's Back: as great as a villain as Tartar is, I don't think there'd be any value to come from a rematch. just please not a character from the past this time

• A Different AI (ORCA?): would fit with the "metaverse" idea, but like. we already had an AI villain. I guess ORCA is basically the only loose end from mammalians - a lot of focus on a character who essentially has to role in the plot - but I wouldn't be surprised if that's just because they reused so much of octo expansion's structure in mammalians, needed a new character to fill the cq cumber role, and didn't have any greater plans. but there is that ominous gladosy chamber in the main trailer, so..? maybe agent 8 is being tested, in order to simulate their behaviour. maybe agent 8 is the villain - or a virtual clone… (no that will 100% be a boss fight)

• Toni Kensa: this is probably my favourite idea. it's a character who's been around since the first game but afaik has never been visually depicted. there is an interview in the octo expansion artbook that reveals basically nothing? while the white-and-gold aesthetic of the spire of order isn't an exact match for kensa's iconic black-white-red colour scheme, it's still monochrome, and 100% looks like the kind of thing an evil fashion emperor would build. this would also fit with the idea of a threat coming from within the squid society—although kensa could turn out to be a killer whale, which would be visually interesting but a bit annoying to have another mammal villain.

• Agent 4: another loose end, but could just as easily be dealt with in a throwaway line or cutesy reunion. if it is them, hopefully they are not brainwashed and actually have motivations. (kid icarus: uprising 🤝 splatoon 2 octo expansion - ruining an interesting twist with mind control) I don't know what those motivations would be, but they could be involved with any of these other possible groups.

• There Is No Villain: all the bad stuff is just a manifestation of human cephalopod intolerance! I mean maybe, but this is the splatoon series. they like to have you shoot a big thing with paint until it dies. it would be nice to have the conflict be more nuanced (outside of subtext) but I suspect that doesn't really suit the gameplay style of Kill Things

• Craig Cuttlefish: it SHOULD be him. but it won't

like, at the very least I hope it isn't another villain from the past. they just about managed to keep it interesting in return of the mammalians, and I do love that this is basically the only time i can think of where a sci-fi/fantasy story has outright cast humanity as the villain, but it's getting repetitive.

anyway as you can tell I think a lot about splatoon and am very excited for whatever this is going to be although it would be funny if it turns out to be bad

[briliantlymad]

KinnPorsche Fic Rec List Part 2/??

I am back. woohoo

In celebration of Kinn x Porsche being no. 42 on the list of top pairings on AO3!

Let's get into it

Two Shots by Martynax

Rated E. This one is so delicious guys, absolutely fucking amazing. Still updating, its on chapter 8 of 10. Gun for Hire turned bartender Porsche meets Mafia boss Kinn who contracts him for one last job. They fall in love with each other somewhere along the way HNNN its so delicous. the Sex Scenes? GORGEOUS absolutely well written. 10/10 steamy as fuck

Porsche’s eyes are searching him, looking for something in Kinn’s face. His expression is sympathetic, like he understands what Kinn is dealing with, but he also doesn’t offer help. And Kinn deep down had hoped that he wouldn’t have to ask, that Porsche would offer to help. Kinn’s heart thumps painfully in his chest, but he doesn’t avert his gaze.

2. Salt by ronandhermy

Y'ALL ?#>#>$>??? IM ACTUALLY OBSSSESSED WITH THIS ONE SO BADLY. It hits all the right spots. Alternate First Time meeting. Porsche is in his Taekwondo Champion era and Kinn is out here being a mafia boss who's got his eye on porsche for all the wrong (but so so right) reasons. It's written well. absolutely exquisite scenes that transition from one pov to the other, does an great job of translating emotions to scenes and OUF. its dirty bad wrong and that makes it all the more delicious. Dark kinn theerapanyakul in all the best ways that make my head spin.

oh Kinn likes Porsche’s eyes on him. He likes it a lot. There’s a challenge there, in the boy’s eyes. One that makes Kinn want to sink his teeth in deep and take this boy apart. Make him come shuddering and crying while clinging to Kinn and then make him do it again.

3. The Call of the Deep by wicca

A oneshot, Rated E, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, mind the tags, if non-con, dub-con is not for you skip this. Mer Porsche meets Eldritch Creature Kinn who's just as dark as the waters he dwells in. DELICOUS. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. Ever since that scene of Porsche in a mermaid constume my brain has been conjuring absolutely all kinds of situations. Wicca gets it. Written Well. The sex scenes are delicious, the tone and mood of the entire oneshot was handled well, i was hooked from the start. I love Wicca. please check out their other KP Fics!!

Porsche starts kicking out his tail to propel himself forward, but he doesn't get very far before appendages are wrapping themselves firmly around his arms, his waist, and finally his thrashing tail. Next thing he knows, he's back on the cave floor with Kinn's tentacles keeping his arms pressed at his sides

4. Neon lights (and Cold nights) by pinkdrinkbarbie

I've been crazy over this fic for a very long time. its 1.5k or less words per chapter but by the gods it feels like its not enough every time the author updates. bodyguard turned bartender Porsche who's out here collecting all the nongs. He finds Kim, adopts him as a nong and all's going well until it isnt anymore. We're almost to the end of the fic, it's on chapter 39/40 and i've been screaming wheezing crying in the author's comment section every time it updates. Patricide with a side dish of Avunculicide for brother bonding and reunions between torn apart lovers. you can't see me but im doing *chefs kiss*

Kim hates feeling like he can't go home. Porsche (unintentionally) gives him a home.

5. Alongside by apathyinreverie

Canon divergence, KinnPorsche's first meeting goes a little bit differently. Kinn is hooked from the start and honestly so am I. Possessive Kinn ? Possessive kinn. BAMF Porsche. I LOVE IT. Still updating, 4/? chapters. THEY'RE FLIRTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY COCKTAIL and im enjoying every bit of it

“Porsche. My name is Porsche,” he finally chokes out, a little put-out to be beaten at his own game.

“Hm,” Kinn hums in vague consideration, eyes still so fucking intense. “Porsche.” A pause. “I think I like sweetheart better,” he finally grins across the rim of his glass.

6. Sunflowers & Orchids by Anon

I AM A SUCKER FOR SENTINAL GUIDE AUS. KinnPorsche alternate universe. it's not rated. 4/?? chapters so far. Possessive Kinn is my weakness, i go ham every time i read kinn that's so so obsessed with keeping Porsche. Guide porsche has been evading authorities cus he doesn't wanna leave his brother, but helping Sentinal!Kinn from a drop ends up unravelling everything.

The man is up and out of his seat, in front of Porsche and hand raised to gently brush his cheek. "You'll get used to it." Kinn's hand slowly skims down to his neck in a phantom hold, the warmth is barely there. 

7. Stumbling to the Edge by FireRisingOverTheHills

Its series! Different First time meeting. AND UGH Every single word of this is godly. i'd etch into my brain if i could. You'l find me screaming crying rolling all over the floor in the comments of each fic because they're all so good. The author writes Kinn's POV so so well. I've been hooked on it. He's falling in love in real time and it scares him but gods Kinn just wants smth for himself and Porsche is so so easy to love T _ T

"Kinn sees his own reflection in the mirrors behind the bar, and he almost doesn’t recognize himself. He looks… relaxed. He’s smiling. It’s a small little thing, but it’s a smile."

"He doesn’t tell Porsche he’s used to the sparkling lights of Bangkok stretching out in front of him and that it’s Porsche that makes the view spectacular to him."

Only 7 today folks, I've gotta scroll through my AO3 and find more but phew its a lot sjsjsjjs