#on weak ass eyesight

[mattsstarlet]

camgirl!reader hates pornstar!matt’s beard.

the more you stared at matt, the wetter and achier you became. he was across the room from you, standing against the wall with a cup of alcohol in his hand while he chatted with a few of his friends, acting like he didn’t have a care in the world. meanwhile you desperately tried to sit still, trying so hard not to rub your thighs together at the sight of his new look— a growing beard.

sure, you were needy but you were also angry at the fact that you hadn’t seen this look on him before he left his house because now you were about to sit on an uncomfortable wet piece of fabric for hours.

you were so lost in your own dirty fantasies that you didn’t see him striding down your way, leaning down close enough to your ear that you could feel his facial hair brushing against your skin. “somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?” he taunts, placing a light kiss onto your shoulder.

you clear up your dry throat, you had been caught but in that feverish moment you didn’t give a fuck. “i hate you.” you whisper back, earning a cocky chuckle from him. he stood up straight, tilting your chin upwards to catch his gaze as his thumb ran over your bottom lip.

“oh yeah?” he grins, licking over his pearly white teeth at your little nod of approval. “then we should fix that.”

your face was pressed up against the bathroom door while matt’s tongue was deep inside your messy hole from behind, his rough hands placed on each of your ass cheeks, eating your cunt like a starved man who was having his last meal. you felt the burn of his beard while he aggressively shook his head, lapping at your puffy folds like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“holy fuck, matt— mhm yes.” you cry out, your eyesight pooling with tears as you angled your head to look back at him, your hand reaching behind his head— holding him in place.

a loud sting echoes through the four walls of the room followed by a squeal from your glossy lips. you dig your fingernails into his locks, tugging harshly as you chase your high, spilling out pornographic moans that were muffled by the music outside the door. “gonna cum — oh fuck– on your pretty face.” you announce so sweetly, your pelvis rutting against his arousal covered face. “so hot eating me out like that.”

matt groans while his lips wrap around your clit, spanking you once more. your hole pulses around nothing as he makes suckling noises, his kisses were sloppy and fast paced.

he feels you trembling, holding your hips to support your body going weak. he makes humming sounds to bring you closer, swirling his tongue around your bud and then through your folds, rolling his own eyes at the sweet taste of you— he couldn’t get enough.

a stream of sobs replace your moans as you reach the edge, the coil in your tummy snapping apart, coming undone on matt’s face. matt sends you into overstimulation, kitty licking you clean while giving your messy folds a few taunting kisses.

he finally pulls away, spinning you around to face him. his beard was glistening with your sweetness, his chin drooly all while he hooked his arm under your leg, swinging it over his shoulder. “still hate me?”

you scoff, gluing your eyebrows together as you ran your hand through his hair, feeling the cool air on your cunt. “shut up and keep going.” he smirks at your sassy tone, kissing your inner thigh.

“knew you’d love the new look, sweetheart.”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ meow meow beard!matt please save me. also don’t know if i wanna fuck this blurb or not.

[originalwinnerfanfish]

JASPER TRIO!

Jack

- Seashore Jasper is his hometown.

- His mother is a local healer and his father was a sailor, but died in the storm many years ago.

- Jack took over his love of sailing (despite his mother protests). He likes fishing and explore new places on his old boat.

- The only one from Seashore Jasper trio, who has a survival instinct.

- Pretty crafty and cunning, knows how to save his ass in the dangerous situation.

- Very close with Arcee (she probably sees him as her dragonet), and became a best friend for Smokescreen

Miko

- Born in the tribe of jungle people culturally close to Maya.

- Was send to the Seashore Jasper for the cultural exchange (actually her own village just tired of her really much), but even there couldn’t integrate well.

- Great hunter, fearless fighter.

- She paints her skin with hieroglyphs which bringing a good luck. She actually likes to draw them everywhere: on the tools, on the walls, on the other people…

- Makes voodoo dolls.

- Miko sees Bulkhead and Wheeljack as her real family members, and they see her as their tiny little sib, spending a lot of time with her and teaching her a mudwings wisdom)

Rafael

- Born in the family of northern people (basically vikings), who moved in the warmer region for a some time.

- Raf has a health issues because of his weak body. He always wearing warm clothes because he’s always cold.

- He is very literate and knows a lot useful facts.

- Like to study alchemy with Ratchet, help him with peaking herbs.

- His flock has a lot of legends and stories about dragons (probably because they had the most contact with them in ancient times), so he knew a lot about dragons before meeting team Prime.

- Love to learn new things about dragon tribes

Raf got his scar from Unicron infection (which works like Other mind in this AU). It’s also made his eyesight worse, and led to him having to wear glasses

P.s.

As I mentioned a while ago, in this AU Jasper is a small port city and called Seashore Jasper (because it’s sounds cooler). It’s looks quite similar to Italy and is part of a large country that basically plays the role of Europe here. It is adjacent to the lands of the northern people and the territories of people from the southern tropics. At the moment, all three peoples are trying to maintain peaceful relations after a series of conflicts, including exchanging knowledge of culture and traditions

[brainrot-goes-brrrrrr]

SBG THEORY???

So you remember these pictures, right?

I'm waiting for Red to use these as a foreshadow to how every character dies in the story. People have already said that they are pointing to their weaknesses, Ashlyn's being her ears, Aiden's his mental health (focusing on that forces smile), the twins being each other's weakness, Logan being blind as hell, and Ben's being his voice/throat.

But I have a feeling that Red could just take it more literally by them pointing to why they die. It kind of already happened with Tyler and Aiden 💀.

Here's my takes

Aiden died by a head injury and is pointing to his head. More specifically, the sides of his face, and I'm pretty sure that he had a big ass gash there.

Tyler died by being impaled through his abdomen. He is literally pointing at trees in his picture. Man is saying, "Hey, you see those over there. Yeah? Those are the fucks that did it"

Ben is going to die/get severely injured by a throat or jaw injury. It'll either get slashed to hell and back, or, the more gruesome option that I thought of, getting his jaw taken off (most likely not happening)

Logan is getting his ass blinded somehow. I mean, come on. You have a sharp shooter with already poor eyesight and even poorer self-esteem. He is going to lose his sight and have a crisis of not being able to do anything.

Because I love siblings who mirror each other, Taylor is also getting impaled, but this time through her chest. Even better if she was protecting Tyler, so she didn't have to see him die again.

Ashlyn has me for a loss because I don't think she's going to die. Instead, I think she's going to lose her mind or go some sort of crazy. She's already started.

It is an absolute wonder of what I can come up with when eating pizza rolls and watching a five hour video about Home Safety Hotline.

[ggmarchwi]

rating the dreamies trying to write on a paper without a table

mark lee

8/10

kinda basic but probably is the most comfortable position

legs crossed like a damn photoshoot

huang renjun

8.5/10

the position makes sense but i'm sure he can't see shit so he has to bend his back to write

minus points only bc the way he looks at haechan reminds me how single i am

park jisung

9/10

my poor little meow meow

look at him curled on the floor in his own world

na jaemin

9.5/10

serving an ass and 1/2.

lee haechan

11/10

looks like a teenage girl writing on her diary about her crush picking up the pencil she totally did not drop on purpose

leg lift gets an extra point

zhong chenle

3/10

is he trying to write or is he on his 100th push-up?

for each word he writes, he planks on one hand, except he only uses his right hand so it's tiring, unbalanced, AND inefficient

lee jeno

4.5/10

for someone with a (pre-lasik) weak eyesight, the eye-to-paper distance is too ambitious

i imagine trynna get up from this position then hearing clicks and cracks from god knows where

[missingbat]

Some very strange AU with suffering, murder, depression, blood-- & A FLUFF, OF COURSE♡(>ᴗ•)♡(>ᴗ•)

And I came up with some random foolishness when I was poisoned and had a fever for three days. Please note that they may contradict each other because I am an inattentive person(ಡ‸ಡ)･ﾟ｡

Ichiji began to have the beginnings of emotions at the moment X, and since he is not a stupid boy, he realized that Judge was leading him by the nose, brainwashing and blah blah blah. Well, he didn't want to dance to someone else's tune, so he cosplays Sora — he swallowed the poison that she drank when she was pregnant, and that's the result. A crippled teenager runs from the assassins of Jerma, cursing the whole world and himself, as well as trying to find a cure so as not to end up like a mother.

In a fit of rage, he cut up his tattoo, and when he came to, he realized that he was now just a weak, pathetic person who was bleeding and who could die from such 'stuff'.

He was taken in once, and then he found out that the family that took him in had been killed by the assassins of the Judge.

Ichi, before meeting the Pirates of Spades, worked as a mercenary and informant who is constantly on the run and has no contact with anyone for a long time.

He says he doesn't have anyone and can't go back anywhere.

Because of the appearance of emotions, he is constantly under stress and endlessly replays in his head the crimes that he committed and could not influence, but still hates himself and blames himself.

Haphephobia is in a very advanced stage. Partly due to ignorance of the consequences after using poison, you never know what will happen to the surrounding people.

Out of habit, he holds back any emotions, and in principle behaves like an arrogant asshole.

The hump is literally loaded with various weapons. If you take it in your hands, you will get a loud metallic crackle of all that metal. But he walks noiselessly, lol.

Like the most normal and ordinary man, sleeps with a dagger in his arms. (Don't go near him, he'll throw a knife at you)

Severe cognitive imbalance when he looks at himself in the mirror.  Ace, like Luffy's real brother, will blurt out that Ichiji looks like Little Red Riding Hood when they first meet. Ichi will say that he must have been hit hard on the head as a child." (WTF? How did you know?!?)

"I'm not a good person, Ace. You don't know anything about me."

Periodically there are attacks of coughing with blood, but he, of course, does not say anything to anyone, does not explain, but snaps and says not to go where you are not asked to go.

One day Deuce is going to get all worked up about how it's really not right and normal for Ichi, that he should be chained up in bed, not running around with a stupid capitan and covering his ass. Ichiji will tell that Deuce is doing the same thing." And Vinsmoke is right, BUT Deuce DOESN'T DO THAT WHEN HIS ORGANS ARE MELTING(＃`Д´)-- (Ichiji persuaded Deuce to keep quiet, and Deuce decided to keep a low profile on this "I can handle it myself".)

Deuce vaguely resembles Niji(if you get stoned in the end and get your eyesight -10, but still-), so Ichiji feels some kind of softness towards him. he or she trusts him more than the others.

I'm still trying to figure out how tumblr works, even though I don't understand English at all and use a translator to understand what's going on (￣ ￣|||)

[tired-biscuit]

werewolf!Kiba finding out you have knotted dildos 👀

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: monsterfucking, scent kink, toys. he’s mean in this one, sorry.

oh my god, him being your ex-boyfriend who you can’t help but hook up with again — or should you say hook up with for ‘one last time’ because, you know, old habits die hard or whatever.

so you’re making out on your bed, every kiss urgent and angry, lips mashing against teeth. your bodies grind against each other, and his broad back is hunched from how he’s nosing his way down the side of your neck; inhaling your scent and feeling your pulse drum on the the tips of his sharp canines that are slowly growing larger, transforming…

and since he can smell what you want, since he’s already got you nice and naked below him, your scent practically screaming fuck me, fuck me, fuck me at him, before you can notice, or much less stop him, he’s pulling away from your neck with a hot lick at your skin and reaching over the edge of the bed to open the drawer that he remembers you usually keep the bottle of lube in.

you obviously need it if you plan on taking his knot again just for ol’ time’s sake — he phrases it that way, not you — but what he finds in there instead is far more peculiar.

it’s dark in the room, however kiba is a predatory type of monster so his eyes still work like a charm even whilst being burdened by shadows. his outstanding eyesight allows him to see the shape, as well as the sheer size of the object that’s sitting right beside the bottle of lube he’d meant to grab and that’s caught his attention now. even more importantly, he’s able to notice the way it expands and bulges right at the base.

almost like a-

“i thought you said that you weren’t gonna miss me the last time we spoke,” he says, every word involuntarily growly and deep from the way he’s fighting back his true nature. but also because your last fight had been one of the worst ones yet. just thinking about it makes him agitated.

your body tenses as realization of what he’d just discovered hits, washing over you like an icy cold shower. you’re still panting, your chest heaving heavily as you try to catch your breath, but now it’s like every inhale hurts a little.

“i didn’t use it,” you mumble, swallowing thickly.

“is that so?”

“yeah, so don’t even bother-”

as if on cue, you watch in horror as he reaches into the drawer and picks up the toy. he weighs it in his hand with a derisive-sounding snort, tracing the intricate veins that run along the scarily massive length before he brings it up to his nose.

ignoring the dumb, wide-eyed stare of disbelief that you give him the second you hear him sniff, kiba proceeds to take a deep inhale.

overall, the toy smells clean. like it’s been washed with the intimate soap of which he can’t remember the brand of, but knows for a fact that you use sometimes. however, there’s also something else lingering on the toy… something faded and weak, from the way it’s been mostly scrubbed off. the slightest, tiniest remnants of your scent cling to the silicone.

the very same scent you’re exuding right now.

arousal.

your ex-boyfriend smirks after he catches you in your lie, pride swelling in his chest. in that very same moment, the headlights of a passing car that’s driving down the street beam through your bedroom window, making his teeth gleam for a second.

his grin is arrogant, wolfish. perfectly fitting for a man — monster — like him. enough to send an excited shiver down your spine, even if that exact arrogance had been one of the reasons why you had decided to break up with him in the first place.

“tsk, tsk, sweetheart.” he clicks his tongue against his teeth while he drops the toy to tap the side of his nose. “lying ain’t nice, y’know? you could’ve just told me that normal cock can’t hit the spot for ya anymore... instead you’re over here trying to fuck regular-ass humans, playing with your silly toys after they leave you unsatisfied, even though i could be giving you the real thing every single night.”

“what makes you think i’d even want ‘the real thing’?” you snip, drawing your brows together and glaring up at him. “what if… what if i’m perfectly satisfied with what i have now? what if it’s better?”

you know you’re in no position to be asking such questions; at least not whilst squirming naked underneath him and with the inside of your mouth still tasting like his tongue, but trying to stand up for yourself feels better than letting him drag you down like this. even if it causes for heat of hypocrisy to slowly creep up your cheeks and neck.

“well, i dunno,” he murmurs, leering down your naked body with bright yellow eyes that seem to possess such a twisted delight in mocking you, mocking you, mocking you.

you’ve let him in, haven’t you?

before you can respond, he picks up the toy again, dragging it down the center of your belly, making you flinch when he reaches the point below your belly button. you try to reach for it but his reflexes are inhumanly quick, so he has no trouble with restraining you with a single hand.

“how ‘bout…” he pauses, grinning once again at the way you can’t help but whimper in frustration when the tip of the dildo makes contact with your sticky, throbbing entrance. the audibly wet sound the action produces makes you want to reach up and smash his teeth in — restrained or not.

especially when he says, “how ‘bout i take turns stuffing your cunt with this lil’ friend of yours, and then when we’re finished, you can tell me all about how much better it is at it than i am, yeah?”

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AND ANGER

scout: explosive like a firecracker. kinda boring from a distance but a danger in your hands. you really don’t want to be the guy he’s mad at, and probably not like a good friend of the guy either. otherwise the absolute grudge is really funny because he’s so creatively aggressive with how he insults people. and he doesn’t let shit go. it takes him a good long while before he’s ready to drop a feud. however, firecrackers, if you’re fast enough and ballsy enough, can be put out. you’ve maybe got a minute to take back what you say and all will be just fine. he might be annoyed with you for a couple of days, but you can bounce back.

soldier: explosive like a rocket. don’t give him an insult he has to think about. he’s gonna get madder that he had to think about it and he’s gonna come and kick your ass until he’s bored. and he will never get bored. has tried in incremental amounts to not get that mad anymore; nobody has a good time when he’s that mad. also a big shit talker, but the better term is “war decree”, because getting him angry is declaring war on him. and he is very frank with what the plan is when it comes to the attack. can, has tried, and actually has on two occasions involved the team in revenge plans. i don’t know how to quickly disable a rocket; so i would hope you do.

pyro: pyro will take their anger out on the battlefield. that’s when pyro gets weird and nobody wants to be around them at the base because they’re being weird on the battlefield. but at the base they don’t act any different. because normally the team does not anger pyro. sometimes pyro wakes up and is fueled with rage. at anything. at everything. sometimes they get so mad at themselves, and they don’t know why they get so mad. they’re just being themselves, as they were yesterday, and the day before, and the month prior. their imagination can buffer that with making the enemy team seem… squishier. fun to throw around because they just return back to their shape. they enjoy that. that’s really fun.

heavy: here’s the thing; heavy is a good and not messy guy, so heavy will make all efforts to discuss any problem he has with anyone, and does expect vice versa. if you’ve got a problem with him, his door and ears are open. he’s willing to talk about it. however, do not mistake that for weakness. i mean, come on. literally look at him. do you want to push him there if he’s willing to discuss it? really?

demo: demo will give you one (1) opportunity to course correct. after that you’re on his shit list. he’s got a physical list, a couple of pages, front to back, of peoples full government names, a glued on ID picture, and their most current address. not enough names on the list for a journal yet but he’s always willing to add. and getting on his shit list is permanent. you are not to speak to him. you are not to be within his eyesight. and if you are, there’s a problem. and you’ll get one (1) opportunity to course correct before it gets physical.

engineer: engie doesn’t get messy with his anger unless you take it there. and if you take it there, buddy that’s a game he loves to play. already has issues with people being in his space, so frankly if he’s mad at you, or getting to be upset with you, he will tell you, point blank “get somewhere away from me. immediately. don’t let me see you again today.” and within 24 hours he will be okay and ready to talk to you, and you can attempt to patch things up. but if you keep bugging him and keep bugging him and keep bugging him… he will absolutely have a conniption. he will yell. he will get in your face. however, that has nothing on his grudges. talk about a stew. he will sit on it. sit on it for days. process it while tinkering with his machines. and if he decides that what you did truly wasn’t forgivable? there is no one who can warn you about the storm coming your way. he makes your life miserable and you will never see him do it. first of all, anything you own with a wire is getting cut. batteries stolen, sockets with broken off fork teeth in them. he does not care if your whole house goes up in flames. he simply does not. so don’t ask. but also, he’ll disable your garage. he’ll put bleach in your engine. he’ll funnel your muffler into your AC if he felt justified in it. and you don’t know; nobody knows how he’s accomplishing it. and he won’t tell.

medic: medic, like pyro, takes his aggression out on the battlefield. except the doctor is worse because he’s just in general one to express his anger explosively. like you can’t miss the way his face will contort at you when you’ve pissed him off. petty things will earn a sorry soul the privilege to be a free fill of the doctor’s quota. he’ll go out of his way to find someone on a map so he can hack them to pieces. but when he’s just… angry, just wakes up angry; angry at himself because he knows if he wanted to he could change; he could have changed, he just didn’t want to, still doesn’t want to. some people call that regret. but he just gets mad. he pockets pyro those days. he pockets pyro when pyro is angry too. it’s always been a good time for him. he’ll feed into their delusions; yelling in their ear “don’t they look soft? don’t they look like they could stand some force?” and pyro gets so excited for it. they will rack up body after body after body, and normally they both would laugh. they would cackle. they would taunt their corpses. but pyro is the only one laughing. medic stands there and watches. and they go to the next one. and the next one. and the next one. and medic doesn’t laugh. but he’ll assure pyro he’s having fun. he’s having the time of his life.

sniper: sniper doesn’t really get mad. he gets annoyed, he gets irritated, and he talks mad shit about whoever he’s annoyed or irritated with; but he doesn’t ever get mad. because when he does he’s ready to fight and he does not care who is in the way. there’s no other way of putting it, he’ll beat the brakes off you and lord help whoever’s trying to hold him back because they will not be treated kindly either. so he has worked very hard to not make anger an immediate emotion.

spy: spy also does not get mad, because any situation he could possibly get mad at was a situation he didn’t predict and account for. and that’s on nobody else but him. spy does not normally get above extreme irritation before it becomes divinely gifted vitriolic annoyance. which he voices. loudly. to anyone that will listen. it is his sermon; you are a son of a bitch and should never be trusted again. and he spreads rumors like a motherfucker. and everyone spreads them?? it genuinely makes no sense when his teammates know this man is a liar. these men are just messy, because there’s really no way they could actually believe that scout’s hair was a well done toupee. THEY LIVE WITH SCOUT. THEY LIVE WITH SPY. THEY SEE WHAT THESE MEN DO EVERYDAY. they’re just messy and love gossip because there’s nobody else to talk to except for their scheduled monthly off day, which they normally get called in for anyway!

[slightly-knot-insane]

Rubbing the Wrong Way

Monstertober 2024 - day 30 [ Alien ] by @ozzgin

[ m!alien reader x m!human ]

a/n: i accidentally deleted this ask but not before making a print screen apparently? also i don't know anything about military so please forgive all the mistakes! content: spanking, rimming, anal tw: power imbalance, implied self-harming

Being a officer in this newly formed Intragalactic Interspecies Cosmonaut Army Academy isn't an easy job. Since one of your previous jobs was self-defense instructor, you volunteered to teach new cadets some very useful moves.

The cadets under you have mostly been of your kind. Vaanxi have exceptional build for melee fighting and their natural armour protects them from most bullets and small sized explosions. Being 63% made of aurorum is quite convenient when it comes to magnetic metal manipulations. But Vaanxi are also quite slow and suffer from poor eyesight (despite their 3 pairs of eyes) because during their entire evolution they've been exposed to aurorum radiation.

Humans, on the other hand, have exceeded as pilots or artillerymen, and especially infantry. Even though they are delicate and soft, they are quite nimble and excellent at avoiding punches аnd exploiting weaknesses. Since your species is quite different physically, you haven't expected a human among your proteges.

Last winter, a young human man joined your newest group. He applied for your course because he wanted to improve. Nothing wrong with that except... he could barely fight at all. How did this human survive high school? On the other hand, he was so cocky and insisted that he was amazing all the while clumsily tripping and getting beaten by other cadets. He took the blows bravely, with a borderline insane grin, wiping away the blood from his lips. He was quite impressive in his own way. He would get up every time no matter how hard he was hit. He never got knocked out or seriously hurt. He would never get tired and he never complained. Strange human, indeed.

One day you hear a commotion. In the loading area, you find a group of cadets roaring and cheering. Somehow, you know the human is involved. You run toward them and - lo and behold - he is on the ground, bruised, bloodied, panting like an animal. He taunted another Vaanxi, a significantly larger and more experienced cadet and got his ass beaten in a secret spar. Without supervision, cadets could get themselves seriously hurt.

You roar at cadets and pull the human away, almost carrying him. He is giggling. "What the fuck are you doing? This is unacceptable!"

"I'm fine!" he answers, and you know humans enough to recognize a painful strain in his voice. The audacity of this human! "I was winning."

"The fuck you were! You were about to be turned into tomorrow's breakfast."

"Ha! Well, at least you would have a nicer meal for once."

You scoff bitterly, slightly amused, but worried at the same time. There is something going on with this human. You shift and your aurorum breast plates make a sound as they usually do.

"You need that body bucket of yours oiled up," the human says and winks.

You blink with all six of your eyes at the same time. It would be highly unprofessional to strangle and spit on your cadet, wouldn't it? "And you need to get into my office, now."

***

You need to take a few deep breaths before entering your office. Human is waiting for you, standing next to a chair, as proper. You decide to stand in front of him, blocking the celling light. Even though just slightly shorter than you, the human stands in your shadow and looks straight in front of himself, through your body.

"What is your problem? How do you always get in trouble? I hear you cause most of it. This is a free course - nobody is keeping you trapped. You can leave any time you want."

"I don't want to leave," the human says. His voice is different. Calm. Cold.

"Explain."

The human looks uncomfortable. "I... did something bad. To a Vaanxi. Long time ago. I think that was partially what caused his death too. So I decided to... come here."

You are stunned. You've never expected to hear something like this. Not from him. "Please sit and continue."

"I'd rather stand, sir." He never called you "sir" before, either. You take a step back and lean against your desk to give him more space, and nod your head. "I... I'm a scum. I'm a lowlife. But I never wanted that Vaanxi to die. I hate myself because of that. I decided to join the army, especially the Vaanxi sector because of him."

"But..." You are confused. "You are not fighting. You are provoking everyone and get beaten."

He smiles a grim smile. "Yes. Vaanxi cadets can get the opportunity to learn about basic human anatomy, defenses and dirty tricks from me. They will also learn that humans are bastards and should stay away from us."

You sigh, dumbfounded. This human. This weird human. What in the name of Cosmos is going on through his head?

"I'm sorry I acted the way I acted, sir." His voice is shaky. "You've been very patient with me. You are an amazing person, too. A bit stiff, but you're an army dog, so that's understandable. But you're cool. Kinda hot too, ha ha... Shit..."

For the first time you see him awkwardly fidget like this. He's no longer arrogant and brash. His cheeks and ears get vibrantly red.

In order to prepare yourself for your new human cadet, you read a book about their anatomy and psychology. Red cheeks can be a symptom of few things, but the most common are: allergies (which the human doesn't have), alcohol consumption (which is strictly prohibited on this ship), overheating, or strong emotions. And it's quite cold in your office.

"I haven't met a lot of humans," you say, "and the few I have were a lot less complicated than you. You need to promise me to stop with this insane, ridiculous, self-punishing quest of yours. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I promise."

You stand up and approach him slowly. You tap your wrist-control with your elongated finger and set your office to a 'standby - don't disturb' mode. You take a deep breath, so nervous your aurorum breastplate vibrates.

"Unless I completely misunderstood the part about human sexuality, I believe you might... have something else... to say?"

The human looks at you and blinks with his not-swollen eye. And then his cocky grin returns. "Say? No, nothing, sir. But I just might do something if you allow me, sir."

He, of course, doesn't wait for your answer and is already gliding his finger between your breast plates, touching the soft and sensitive tissue connecting them. He read books too, apparently. This is the way Vaanxi usually initiate sex, especially by a submissive partner.

You grab him by his shoulder and twist him away from you before pushing him against your desk. You didn't only read books. You also watched interesting movies. And you had a few brief but intimate interspecies encounters with humans. And you know exactly what you and him need right now.

The human gasps in surprise once you remove his sweatpants and underwear in one swift yank and expose his plump ass. "Fuck...", you mumble under your breath. "I knew you are beautiful..."

"Shut up..." He sounds embarrassed but still spreads his legs. You can see his balls and it's enough to make you drool.

You spank him and he moans. "I'm still a sir for you, brat. You hear me?"

"Yes... sir..." The lascivious way he said it set you on fire. You lower yourself and spread his ass cheeks hungrily. You love human asses. Is it a fetish? Possibly. Without further thought, your tongue glides along his inner thighs reaching his perineum.

"Fuck!" he yelps and jerks forward, but you hold his thighs firmly getting him all wet and slimy with your saliva. Your sheath is demanding your attention so you undo your uniform and push your finger inside the moist tissue. Your long and already pulsating cock wriggles out, ready to work.

He chuckles. "I didn't know you have... this side... in you... sir," he can barely talk as he put his hand into his mouth.

With a last long lick you push your body up and press your groin against his. He gasps and looks at you over his shoulder.

"I noticed you immediately," you explain to him while caressing his back gently. "You are a mess, a rebel, full of spite and ridiculous destructive energy. You've been getting in my hair ever since you set your foot on this ship." You let your dick slide against his hole pulling a pathetic mewl out of him. " I fantasized about this moment for months."

"Please..." he arches his back, pushing himself against you. "Please, sir..."

You spank his ass again. "You want this bad, don't you? You know what you need?" You spank him again. "Therapy. And, fuck me, I'll probably need it too. But now? Now I'll fuck you until you forget everything but my cock."

"Yes! Please!" He almost screams as your slimy phallus prods his tight little hole, feeling around, stretching him. He feels so good. He sounds so good. "Please, fuck me..."

You can't help it but grab him by the elbows, lifting him up and push your cock all the way in. You knew it would slide comfortably, Vaanxi penises are extremely lubricated and made for deep penetrations. And this human - this crazy human - takes it so nicely. He moans, arching his back, letting you pull him hard toward yourself. You grunt, getting unexpectedly fast close to your climax, but you don't want to get there just yet. You slow down, grinding against him, and let one of his arms. "Touch yourself. I want you to cum."

"Yes... sir..." He presses his cheek against your desk and positions himself so that he could jerk himself off. You take your time, rock your hips painstakingly slowly, breathing deeply, trying to stay calm while listening to his beautiful moans. Fuck. You are so close even like this.

"Aaah... I'll... Ah!" The human cadet whimpers and shakes as he spills his white seed on the floor.

Finally! Now is your turn. You grab his shoulder, and pull him against your chest, pressing your fingers around his pulse. "Beautiful... You're so beautiful..." You're not sure why you said that while thrusting into him, grunting and panting. He looks at you, softly, and that's the moment your stomach unties and your release rushes through your veins. The strong aroma of your seed immediately invades your nostrils.

After you both catch your breath and clean yourselves, you look at each other. You know it's up to you to break the silence. You unlock your office to a 'standard' mode. "So... stay out of trouble, cadet, you hear me!"

The human's face contorts into barely contained grin. "Anything you say, sir," he winks and leaves your office. You sigh and shake your head knowing damn well he will look for trouble as soon as he goes around the corner. And you need to make sure he gets properly punished for that - as many times as it takes.

[shochansstuff]

"𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋..When you know, you know..⨾𓍢ִ໋𝄞"

Summary: Basically, how you and each of the tmnt interact when you try to hide your feelings for one another.

Characters: Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey

Warnings: some explicit words, but mostly fluff, and very short :))

A's/n: Well well well... Hi everyone! It's been such a long time since I wrote on this platform─ actually, it's been some time since i wrote anything at all. Today I felt kind of inspired, i stumbled across the tmnt movies and oh...my obession with them came. I've just got out a very long (two years ezz) writer's block. (scholl kills artists they say). Anyway, i don't know how this will turn out but please don't be mean to me it's the first thing i'm writing in such a long time, so it's kind of short...with that being said...Enjoy my, well, whatever my brain so strangely produced! Luv ya── .✦

✩°｡⋆⸜ Hidden glances (leo)✮₊˚⊹♡

Leonardo, was a leader, a role model, the figure to look up to whenever you feel down, or in need of a word. He's always there for the people he cares about. Always able to say a word of comfot, or reassurement, Always able to understand and accept others.

Then why, whenever you enter the room, his heart drops. Then why, whenever your eyes lock, all he can do is stare. Stare and drink in, soak in every little detail of your soft face, of your caring smile, of your adorable look.

He never thouth he'd ever find himself in such a situation. How his eyes would automatically be on you, whenever you entered his eyesight.

Who was he kidding? he's the leader, he should't get distracted by you, and yet, whever you give him that sweet smile of your framed by those sultry lips, like the teenager he is, he feels a flutter in his chest, and heat pooling in his stomach.

But he was content, because he was no fool. He sees the flicker in your eyes whenever you make eye contact across the room. And you on the other side, can't keep the eye contact. You'd hold it for a bit, and then look away before that smile he loves so much would curl your lips upwards. He'd grin lazily every time, looking away too.

"Friends don't look at each other that way" He knows that much. but hell. They say they were friends, but eyes don't lie. They never do, and never will. Because those stolen glances were everything that was needed between you two. A greater connection. He didn't need to speak to you about it, because your gazes spoke volumes

They say the eyes are the windows of the soul, that's why, whenever you turn to look at him, he was already looking. And he looked at you, like all the girls would love to be looked at.

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✩°｡⋆⸜ Sweet lies (Raph)✮₊˚⊹♡

Raph has never been a guy for romantic words. Call him heartless, a jerk even. But that's the way he is. He's an asshole to you, there is no hiding that. You two bicker and provoke each other all the time. It's almost hilarious to look at.

You two would sass each others down at every chance. He was a complete ass to you, but you never allowed him to have his way. You and your bratty behavior alwaya had a witty remark or a sassy answer to fire back to him. And honestly it drove him insane.

Why was he always on full jerk-mode on? Because he could't accept that a frail human like you could make him so weak.

Whenever you give him that satisfied smirk, right after one of your comebacks, he'd feel his strong knees grow into mush.

He hated you. Or at least that's what he told to each one of his brothers whenver they tried to pry into the reasoning behind his behavior.

"[name]'s insufferable." He'd say. But truth be told, he was actually trying to convince himself. He was lying to himself, to you, to everyone. But deep inside he knew, that if he let's out even a tad bit of how much he'd love to pin you down and smash his lips against yours, and fucking the attitude out of you until the only things allowed to escape your mouth were whimpers and moans.

That's all those lies are for, those necessary sweet lies that he forced out of his mouth. He was just keeping his distance, because he was sure he could't have you.

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✩°｡⋆⸜ Loud silence (Donnie)✮₊˚⊹♡

How do you rationalize feelings? That's what donnie found himself asking. C'mon. He felt ridicolous. When he found himself looking around, making sure nobody was around, and typed on his screen the words "How to get rid of feelings - easy steps" or navigate through sites to understand what the Krang was going on in his brain.

He even reduced himself to consult that damn wikihow, to try and understand why in the world his brain turned to mush everytime you were around. He hated it really. How everytime you'd ask to helo him with his emperiments, or for him to talk about what he was doing, his brain would just turn into an useless pudding.

"y-you really want to know how my latest invention works?" He knows you're genuinely interest, but he is mentally unable to function properly with you around him. And when you'd get a bit too close? Oh dear. Donnie.exe stopped working.

He appriciates you, he really does, but the tension he feels in the air every time you just hang out in his lab...dear lord the silence was so loud. How you'd just...be there, looking at him, listening to him, being there for him and only him.

But he doesn't know, that sometimes silence, is louder than hundred words.

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✩°｡⋆⸜ Stolen Touches (Mikey)✮₊˚⊹♡

MIkey was...well Mikey. He had an unique personality, one thta, to be honest, made him quite easily likable. He was bold, funny, a bit of a chat box, but you found him endearing for that.

He liked you, and it was generally acknowledged that he did. After all, he didn't exaclty hide it. He's quite shameless about it too.

How he'd sheak his arm around your shoulder whenver he had the occasion, how he'd place his hand on your thigh under the table, how he'd playfully poke your sides knowing you were terribly ticklish there, just so you'd squirm away and let out those little gasps and giggles he loves so much.

He loves PDA, a huge fan actually, but you'd be an idiot not to notice how touch starved this guy is.

"where's my hug at?" He'd say, with the hugest grin on his face, and who are you to say no to that adorable face of his.

But there is so much more than that. He physically ached when he was away from you, so whenevr he could, he'd randomly touch you.

Handing you a slice of pizza? your fingers would touch.

You were in the way for him to get something? He'd move you aside by placing his hands on your waist.

You were tired of walking? He'd throw you over his shoulder and carry your around.

The good thing? You enjoyed it.

[thegayumbrella]

some hermitcraft headcanons

Pearl

-OCD and autism

-Grian’s twin and Jimmy’s older sister, Martyn’s cousin

-moth hybrid normally but is a wolf during the life series and a barn owl for empires and wl7

-everything in her base is meticulously organized and if you rearrange her storage she’ll sit on the floor and cry, don’t do that

-all her life series dogs (Tilly, Mailbox, Matchbox, Milly, and Billy) are on hermitcraft with her =D Mailbox helps her deliver mail

-actually hates pickles 0-0 can’t stand the taste, smell, or sight of them. makes her want to puke. but it’s worth it to annoy Gem.

-will not touch powdered snow for any reason whatsoever. won’t go near it. won’t look at it. if you bring it near her she panics and flies away.

Gem

-ADHD

-Etho’s little sister and legally adopted by the arizona dads. yes all of them. change my mind.

-caribou hybrid but can change her hybrid features to be monarch butterfly or red fox

-worldhopper. this makes it so servers that erase memories don’t work on her, that’s why she remembers secret life.

-she loudly hums “good luck babe” whenever Pearl visits her base. Pearl has not picked up on it yet.

-that flower in her hair is totally a sunflower that Pearl gave her in empires season 1. Pearl doesn’t remember this. but Gem cast a spell on it so it never wilts.

-stared at human skulls for DAYS to build hers properly. like ten different skulls to compare face structures and stuff. don’t ask where they came from, what did you THINK murder beach was for? picnics?

-gets violently seasick but too stubborn to admit it

-weak ass immune system. gets sick within 20 feet of someone with a cold. really good at hiding it though. Etho is the only one who can tell and pesters her about it constantly.

Grian

-depression

-Pearl’s twin and Jimmy’s older brother, Martyn’s cousin

-parrot hybrid, but can change the colors of his wings

-ex-watcher. he doesn’t have eyes because the watchers gouged them out when he left.

-genuinely thinks Mumbo is the embodiment of one of his two remaining braincells. also genuinely thinks he only has two braincells. Nobody can convince him otherwise.

-sometimes says he’s a dog person to annoy Scar but everyone knows he’s lying

Scar

-dyslexia and ADHD

-occasionally pretends to be Grian’s brother but isn’t

-sometimes a vex hybrid, sometimes an elf. not even he knows how to control it.

-can do cheesy magic tricks like making a coin appear behind your ear or stuff with cards

-such a good shot because he has really enhanced eyesight for some reason. there are rumors that Doc, Cub, or False kidnapped and ran experiments on him.

-secretly really angry at disney for the lack of queer storylines but has to keep up appearances as The Ultimate Fan™ 

[vixstarria]

Kinktober Day 23 - Body Swapping

For every day of the month of October I will be posting a little snippet following prompts listed in this post. Most of these will not be full fics, but rather short snippets, set-ups, and, in a few cases, copied bits and pieces of fics I have already published. But, if there is a lot of interest and feedback on any of the snippets, they might just evolve into full fics, so keep that in mind.

Disclaimer: Tell me this isn't exactly how this would go, I fkn dare you.

“We’ll have about an hour. Are you ready?”

The scroll had cost a small fortune on the black market, came with no guarantees, and was illegal to possess to begin with. The vendor claimed it would fully swap their bodies. Not just provide illusionary images of one another - completely switch them, sensations, abilities, weaknesses and all.

“Do it.”

Asmodea braced herself and used the scroll before she could change her mind.

She was immediately struck by the heightened richness of her senses - she already had perfect half-elven eyesight before, but now everything she laid her eyes on was clearer to a degree she had never realised was possible. She could make out the most minute sounds from afar. Her sense of smell seemed to have gained a new dimension.

It worked! By the gods, the scroll actually worked…

After a few dazed seconds, she realised that her mouth had been gaping in awe, and she shut it. A fang immediately snagged on her inner lip, piercing it. Asmodea yelped in surprise, tonguing the cut. Within seconds, it healed completely. She carefully opened and shut her mouth again - the fangs feeling unnatural and obtrusive in her mouth.

“Godth,” she lisped, trying to get the hang of working her mouth despite the fangs. “How long did it take to get used to thith?” No answer followed, and she looked questioningly at Astarion, who was wearing her body.

He had stayed completely still, barely breathing, hardly blinking. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her, she realised.

Oh. Right.

“Come now, you’ve seen your mirror images,” she said, softly. “This shouldn’t be a shock.”

“They didn’t quite convey the… the finer details,” Astarion said, absentmindedly, continuing to stare.

Asmodea quelled her urge to cringe at the sound of her own voice, and instead did a little spin with a flourish, and flashed him her best imitation of his devilish grin.

“And what do you think?”

“I think you have excellent taste, darling” Astarion smiled, before finally tearing his eyes away from his own image. “Anyway. Let’s not waste time.”

Their clothes were quickly discarded.

“Do you want me to touch you..?”

“Not yet, just let me see for myself first… Gods, you may as well be half-deaf and blind, but I need to gorge myself on blood before my skin gets even close to this level of sensation…”

Astarion was careful and methodical, almost scientific in the way he glided his fingers over his female flesh, repeating the motions he’d performed on her countless times - no doubt making mental notes of the sensations and filing them away for later use.

Meanwhile, Asmodea was gyrating her hips, trying to get her penis to spin like the sails of a windmill.

“You need to be more aroused to get a proper idea of how that feels,” she said, watching him.

“In due course,” he murmured. “…And will you stop that?”

“In due course,” she mimicked him, looking him square in the eyes, the penis continuing to fly.

He sighed and resumed his efforts, his fingers slipping inside, probing and searching. He frowned in concentration.

“You really can’t reach it yourself,” he said thoughtfully.

“Yes, I’ve told you that,” she rolled her eyes. “But while we’re err… exploring uncharted territories and all… Can you finger my ass real quick?” she asked, turning her back to him.

“Finger your own ass,” he muttered, “I’m busy.”

She half-turned to look back at him over her shoulder, conjuring up the saddest, roundest eyes she could manage. Astarion swore under his breath as soon as he looked up at her.

“I had no idea it was that effective,” he muttered. “Fine! I’ll scratch yours, if you scratch mine... Is there any oil anywhere..?”

My Kinktober masterlist and prompts post

[heartofwritiing]

You drew stars around my scars.

paring: revivebur x fem!reader

summary: Wilbur is insecure about his body after coming back from limbo.

authors note: some revivebur reverse-comfort because he deserves some love.🥺 even tho he’s an ass i wanted to write something more vulnerable. I hope you guys like it :)

warnings: reverse-comfort, mentions of death, scars, kissing, body worshiping, praising, a little suggestive, but very soft, super unedited!

Coming back from the dead had its ups and downs.

For one, actually having any emotion besides numb was a perk. Rather it was every emotion coming flooding back into Wilbur's senses, especially the very bad ones. Still he missed feeling.

Before his death, Wilbur was a very complicated man, with a complex ego to prove himself. That still stands true to this day. Always had the drive to strive for greatness and it ultimately led to ruin.

Now he stood in-front of the tall mirror in your shared bedroom looking back at himself. The scar was prominent across his abdomen as his eyes trailed down. It stared back at him like a strike of lighting with how jagged it was. The aftermath of his father stabbing him in the chest with his own sword.

Wilbur hated how he looked like death itself. Bags under his eyes, the thinness of his stomach, and that prominent white streak in his hair that was a constant reminder of how he was a broken shell of a human.

Lately he hadn’t been sleeping well either, barely eating and showering since he’d forgotten about all those things in limbo.

That fucking train station…

Wilbur hadn't even heard you come into the room, too lost in the spiral of his mind when your voice called his name. It's soft but it's loud enough to startle him out of his daze.

Frantically he is pulling down the yellow sweater and fixing his state to greet you.

“Hello darling, I missed you,” he says.

You are confused as to why he's so nervous when you walk in on him inspecting himself in the mirror.

"You okay Wil?" you pull him into a hug. He's tense at the physical contact but welcomes it bringing his arms around you. Still not use to the affection you give him since he's been back, but he still appreciates it.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be," he says dismissively.

You pull back enough to gaze up at him with a concerned expression.

"You looked sad when I came in the room," you point out. "then you got all jumpy when you noticed me."

Wilbur was never good at expressing his insecurities. He never thought he deserved the luxury of being open, thinking that it made him weak. You knew this. It was never easy to get him to open up to you. You saw how his eyes looked scanning over his scar tissue when you walked in on him.

Plunged with a sword to his chest by his own father after destroying his nation.

He believed he deserved his unlawful fate, and all because of how treated the people he cared about. He was still learning to forgive himself for all the damage he caused. Especially towards you.

You had stood by his side since the very start. When he built up from a man with a drug van, to the leader of the small but proud nation dubbed L’manburg. Through it all you never once left him. Not even after Pogtopia, not even after his unplanned resurrection.

“I was just checking something,” he avoided your eyesight.

You didn’t buy his dismissal. You could always tell when he was lying.

“Wilbur,” you chastised. You take his hand in yours, feeling the roughness of his fingertips graze your knuckles as he intertwines your fingers together.“ you can tell me anything, you know that.”

Guilt crawls up his chest. He wants to try so hard to be better at communicating than this, but it’s so difficult sometimes. He takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. You wait patiently for him to collect his thoughts.

"Take your time," you say gently.

Wilbur swears he doesn't deserve you. You were the most understanding person he’s ever met. After everything he’s done. still you showed him the respect of a human being that he thought he didn’t deserve.

"I was looking at my scar," he admits.

There is no flicker of judgment in your eyes, which makes him look down nervously. You put your hand on his cheek to propel him back.

"Don't be embarrassed honey, c'mere," you motion to hug him as he leans over you to bury his face in your shoulder. Your fingers lace through his curls, soothing him to relax in your arms.

You quickly realized why Wilbur had become so shy all of a sudden without him telling you, he was feeling insecure about his body. You could see the judgmental look in his eyes as he scanned his chest with disdain in the mirror. You understood how he felt because you had experienced the same insecurities about your body many times before and he had been there countless times to reassure you that your body was so beautiful, so now it was time for you to return the favor.

“can i see?” you asked, he tensed in your arms and you slowly broke apart.

The look in his eyes were wide with fear. You gave him a smile and a look of reassurance that made him relax and nod his head.

So that's when you took him by the hands and led him to the bed.

Wilbur gazed down at you with a frown on his brow when you stood on your tippy toes to bring his lips into a kiss. Your hands trailed up from his hip bones to his belly.

Disconnecting your lips, you ask him for permission to continue with your movements.

"Can I keep going?" you questioned. playing with the hem of his sweater, motioning you want to remove the fabric.

Hesitantly he nods. "yes."

You kiss the tip of his nose and motion for him to lift his arms. You pull the yellow sweater up his body until his pale chest with freckles, faded stretch marks, and a long tattered scar stare back at you.

Your pupils dilate as you look upon your lover. He was utterly alluring and the most attractive man you’d ever seen, but understanding perfectly why he was so adamant to hide in his sweaters and trench coat. Though his body was beautiful in your eyes.

“You’re so perfect,” you gush, to which he blushes profusely at.

You reach a hand up carefully trace your pointer finger against his abdomen. Sliding downwards, he shudders at the contact. Your eyes flicker to his, doe eyes are fixated on you. Watching your next move carefully.

Your fingers drew patterns around the area, drawing shapes, random, more precise.

Stars around his scars.

Somehow his face reddened a deeper shade. You can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips at his flustered state.

“If it gets too much and you want me to stop, tell me and i will.” you say. Wilbur nods, not trusting his voice.

Your hand trails slowly towards his belly button to circle around it with the tip of your finger. His stomach bobs with an inhale.

Wilbur’s head spins, and his mind clouds at the sensation. Your touch is so intense to his touch-starved and deprived soul. It’s such an overload of emotions coursing through him.

The sudden gentle touch of your lips to his stomach has him choking on air. You pamper him in kisses as loving praises spill like an endless river into his skin.

“perfect.”

“gorgeous..”

“i love every inch of you, baby…”

You say all this and more in between kisses. As you trial up more and more towards the ending of his scar right before his sternum.

“You know what I love about this the most?” you ask curiously, peering up at him.

Wilbur barely registers your words as he makes a small hum. His eyes are shut while a crease forms on his forehead. Complete ecstasy written all of his face. A small part of you was satisfied seeing him in this state knowing you were the reason.

“I love how it shows you’ve overcome that version of you.” a kiss.“you never have to be that person again.”

You move to straddle his waist, nothing about this feels sexual in any way, at least not to him. It didn’t to you either, It was pure adoration and admiration.

Wilbur’s hands hastily fly to your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh to ground himself as his breathing picks up. feeling your lips continue their relentlessness against his burning skin he lets out an exhale trough his nose.

It's so soft and intimate. Pouring all your love into your touches. All the desire, love, and expectance you felt towards him all into one.

You can feel how hot his body suddenly got when you place a kiss over his heart, how it speeds up when you place another kiss and he lets out a shaky breath. It complies a grin to pull at your lips in satisfaction.

You want to show him just how much you didn’t care about what he looked like. Rather than the person he was. You feel his hands trail up your sides, bunching in the fabric of your shirt when you kiss up his neck and jaw.

When your face hovers inches over his, his eyes blink open. Both of you smile at each other, a mix of love and affection between you.

“you’re my whole world, i dosent matter to me who you were or what you’ve done. I love you more than anything. nothing will ever changed that.” you confessed.

Tears brim around his eyes.

“thank you my darling, i love you so much.” he kisses your nose. “m’sorry for everything i’ve done, sorry for being such an arsehole.”

His voice is shaky and on the verge of cracking with every word. “i’m sorry i left you-“

You hush him and bring your foreheads together as you let him cry out all the pent-up emotions. God knows how long he’s been holding this in.

“It’s alright.” you coo. “you don’t have to say anything else.”

He locks his arms around your body, bringing you into a tight hug and rolling you both onto your sides into a spooning position.

You both settle into the bed, running your fingers through his unruly curls, pressing kisses into the skin where you can reach, and whispering sweet nothings in the dark.

Once Wilbur is snoring softly into your neck. You slide your hand down his chest and slowly trace shapes around the scar tissue.

Drawing stars around his scars.

End

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tagging: @lillyspeakz @horny-p0et @sootwilb @xxvalentinezxx

[thatoneash]

The Sun and The Rain

Aether x Reader

Hurt/ No comfort, Heavy Angst, Major Character Death, No Happy Ending

One moment. One moment of weakness is the biggest mistake you can make in the midst of a battle. Too bad no one ever told you that.

One moment of weakness is the biggest mistake you can make in the midst of battle. Aether knew that. He wishes he told you that.

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It happened before you could react. The swift motion of the blade that one of the highest-ranked enemies you were battling with wielded, cut through your abdomen with sharp pain, leaving you choking on your breath as you stumbled away from the enemy. It was a mistake on your part. You were distracted, turning your head towards Aether, when you heard him grunt in an unmistakable sound of pain. Aether got a low hit from his side but was back in motion the next second, turning his focus onto the enemy as he quickly got back to fighting.

You instinctively covered your wound with one hand, warm, sticky blood making its way from your abdomen to your legs and to the ground fast enough that it left you with a feeling of fear. You had no time to give in to the pain. However, as your survival instincts peaked, the hot rush of adrenaline ran through your body like electricity, making you grip your weapon harshly. The enemy attacked again, wasting no time and certainly not waiting for you to catch a breath as he swung his blade sharply. You dodged in time, grunting from the pain that even this swift, slight motion gave you, resulting in the blade grazing your left cheek like paper.

You had no time to reflect on yet another wound as you got into your attack stance, the anger that heated your whole body, giving you a little more push to fight back. You swung your weapon harshly, sloppy from being wounded, as you fought back with the enemy. You could hear Aether and others fighting loudly, too focused on wiping out the entire army of the upper legion of the Abyss, as they killed one after the other.

You bit down on your lip, suddenly feeling ashamed of yourself for getting distracted in the heat of battle, the one mistake none of the others seemed to make as stupidly as you did. Your lack of being able to keep your attention in one place always came to bite you in the ass, and you were okay with that most of the time. But to think that you let that happen in a life-or-death situation like this made you feel foolish and incompetent with the people you’ve come to call your friends on this journey. You would be okay If it resulted in your death, but you would never forgive yourself If your stupidity cost you the lives of your friends.

As the enemy attacked again and again, it’s only intention to be transparent to you that he certainly wasn’t gonna stop until you took your last breath. You uncovered your wound to wield your weapon with both hands, with your dangerously decreasing stamina and sense of surroundings.

Your eyesight was becoming blurry, your slowly increasing dizziness making it harder for you to be aware of the enemy’s growing attacks. You were getting increasingly sloppy, the thin line between your will to survive and the need to close your eyes for a second at least, making it almost impossible to detect what was real and what was fake.

Were you fighting right now? Was there really a dangerously blood-lusting enemy in front of you, waiting to end what you could call a short-lived life? You didn’t even get to try all the foods of Teyvat yet, didn’t help Aether reunite with his sister, didn’t cook that one food Paimon wanted from you for over two weeks now, you didn’t get to revisit Mondstad -and oh how you missed the city of freedom- you didn’t get to revisit Angel’s Share or the Kamisato siblings and the Crux. You haven’t got to do anything yet.

You haven’t got to confess to Aether yet.

Your eyes slowly opened back up, your confused eyes meeting with the gray sky. Before you could look at your surroundings from your position on the ground, the sounds caught up to you first. Screams, blades crashing on one another, and the familiar voice of the blonde traveler were enough to pull you back into reality.

However, before you could even get your head off the hard ground you were laying on, the enemy you were battling against stood over you with a sick grin, seemingly very satisfied that he finally got you where he wanted.

Contrary to your sickeningly fast beating heart, your body wasn’t obeying any of your brain’s orders to survive. Every single part of your brain was screaming at you to move, an alarmingly increasing rush of fear consuming your body, making it clear that If you didn’t do something now, these were going to be your last moments. Your eyes glanced to your sides in panic, opposing to your frozen body, as you caught a glimpse of your weapon.

Once again, it happened before you could react. The body that was frozen out of fear just a few agonizing seconds ago reacted before your brain caught up to your movements. Just a second ago, your eyes fell on the weapon that was next to you, and the next second, the same weapon’s shaft was in your hand in a tight grip, the other side of the weapon cutting right through the enemy’s body that was hovering over you.

You caught the guy’s eyes on top of you, his eyes wide from the unexpected attack that happened in mere seconds, leaving him with a weapon cutting right through his chest as his blood spilled down onto your face.

And then, he took his last breath, leaving his body limp as he fell to your side.

I’m alive, you thought to yourself. I’m alive. I’m alive. Hot tears threatened to spill from your eyes as the aftershock of the whole situation started settling in. I’m alive, you thought, just a second before all the adrenaline slowly left your body, almost mocking you with the way it made the wounds from your body known to you again. The sharp, agonizing pain from your abdomen left you breathless once again, leaving you coughing for air, only resulting in coughing up more blood.

‘’And that was the last of them,’’ you heard the voice of Aether, seemingly out of breath as a few others started talking. ‘’Archons, finally! I need a long bath after this.’’ you heard another sound chime in, followed by another. ‘’You guys know what this calls for? A celebration feast tonight, and it’s all on me!’’ you heard a few people start cheering and laughing, unable to make out who was who.

You smiled, nonetheless. You wanted to be able to join them and cheer with them, but your body was tired. You decided it was nothing a little nap wouldn’t be able to fix. Besides, you were already feeling your eyes threaten to close, begging you to rest just a little. Who were you to resist? You were sure the others would understand. It was just gonna be a little nap, and then you could go and join the celebration feast with them. Before closing your eyes, you also decided that you would confess to Aether. But before that, you just needed to rest your eyes for a little while...

‘’Hey, where’s-’’ Aether asked, frowning as he looked at the others. The little celebration talk died down as they all seemed to notice the girl’s absence.

“Where is she?” The golden hero asked again, his voice trembling from the panic overtaking his body.

“Hey, relax, I’m sure she’s somewhere around-“ Aether ignored other’s voices as he frantically looked around. You were there a moment ago. He saw you fighting, he was sure. You were okay, you looked okay a moment ago.

When was the moment ago he recalled back to? His brain started flooding with the flashes of the battle that took place just a moment ago, trying to recall back the last time he heard your voice in the heat of it. When was it? Where were you?

He started walking fastly around the bodies of the Abyss soldiers, trying to get a glimpse of your familiar clothes. Surely you weren’t among them? Maybe you were just sitting under a tree, trying to catch your breath? Yeah, that seemed reasonable. After all, there was no way you’d be lying amongst these bodies, right? No, he wouldn’t let something like that happen in the first place, he was sure.

Then, he caught sight of the familiar colors you wore everyday. Right next to an Abyss soldier’s lifeless body.

His eyes widened in terror as he realized that you were lying next to it, unconscious.

His body moved on its own as he rushed over to your body, almost tripping over the bodies on the ground.

“Hey, hey hey hey! Why are you lying here? Come on, this is no place to take a nap!” he shook your body frantically as his own body started running cold with fear at your unresponsiveness

“Open your eyes, come on come on come on…” some watched in fear, some watched in shock and some watched in sympathy as the golden hero of Teyvat held his partner’s body close to him, desperately trying to talk a dead corpse into coming back to life.

“No no no no… don’t- don’t do this” a sob escaped his lips, “Please, please open your eyes. Come on, open your eyes, please. I’m begging you please don’t-“ another sob “Please don’t leave me”

All of a sudden, it started raining. Aether thought of it as a sick joke when the first rain drop fell on your face, followed by others. You hated the rain.

He looked up at the sky with a scowl. It was bright, not even a cloud in sight. The sun’s burning gaze shone down at him, as if it was mocking him.

He looked back down at your body on his lap. The scorching sun above was making him feel like he was in the depths of hell, yet your body seemed to be getting colder.

He decided that he hated the sun that day.

-

I was feeling sad the day I wrote this and wanted to write something sad in return. You give you take I guess.

Anyways hope you enjoyed it even though it’s super short

[beifong-brainrot]

One of my favourite HCs is that if Baatar and Kuvira ever have kids, all of them end up being the dead spit of their mom (much like what happened to Su). In honour of his father's weak-ass genes, Baatar's genes don't even put up a fight. The kids look so much like Kuvira that you kinda wonder if Baatar was even involved in conceiving them.

(They do get his terrible eyesight though. And his colouring. And his height.)

Oh, I can see that. I can see it happening the opposite of how it was with sutar's kids. Su and Baatar's first child was the spitting image of him, with his genes running out of steam as they made more children. So I can see Baavira's kids looking just like Kuvira and the younger slowly coming to look like Baatar lol

[mrawkweird]

Man's out here with his weak-ass eyesight and a tragic-ass hairline but we talking about hair color. We talking about hair color but his daughter coming out looking like Yumi from Code Lyoko. Alright.

[petalsscribbles]

6. night out

The sound of Heeseung's footsteps echos along the almost empty street. The orange light on the tip of his cigarette brightens as he takes in a drag of his cigarette safely proped between his rough, tattood fingers. It's an especially cold night, but somehow his body is satisfied with his ripped jeans and leather jacket over a thin grey hoodie.

It was supposed to be an uneventful walk home, but destiny had other plans. Not far ahead in front of him is an obviously wasted man and a girl accompanying him. Heeseung's fucked up eyesight doesn't allow him to recognize the stranger's face but the loud voice is unmistakable.

It's the guy that somehow has continously popped up in Heeseung's mind ever since they met.

Yn is unique. Heeseung has truly never met someone like him. You can never quite predict what he'll do or say and Heeseung's intrigued to say the least.

The boy in question falls flat on his face with a grunt of pain as his friend laughs her ass off. Heeseung decides to approach.

"That was quite a fall." Heeseung notes as he crouches next to Yn and turns him on his back. "Can you stand?"

"I can but I don't want to." Yn asnwers and grins.

"So you're gonna spend the night here?" Heeseung asks and pokes Yn's cheek. Yn frowns and rubs the sore spot.

"You can carry me." He suggests.

"You watch too many kdramas." Heeseung retorts and scoffs. Yn just shrugs.

"Are you really not getting up?" Heeseung asks.

"Nope."

"Fine. Get on my back." Heeseung turns around and Yn lazily climbs onto his back, resting his arms on Heeseung's broad shoulders. "I'll take it from here." He states as he turns to the girl. She just smiles and waves, seemingly a little drunk herself.

The whole way to Yn's room is filled with his unintelligeble mumbling. He even takes out his phone to type something out.

Heeseung is quite worn out by the time he finally arrives to the building, climbs a few flights of stairs and sets Yn on his bed. He helps him out of his clothes except underwear and gets him a new T-shirt.

It's funny. They've seen each other few times already, but Heeseung never quite noticed how attractive Yn actually is until he saw him sprawled out on flowery bed sheets under the dim flickering light of a cheap lamp.

Heeseung takes a second to truly appreciate his features as he leans in a little closer. He's just Heeseung's type.

Suddenly the two make eye contact. Yn visibly squirms under Heeseung's intense gaze. Heeseung doesn't move away however, instead he puts his right hand on Yn's cheek, thumb lightly grazing the warm skin in short strokes.

"How drunk are you?" He whispers.

"Not that much anymore. I think the pain sobered me up a little." Yn answers, voice weak.

"If I tried to kiss you right now, would you let me?" Heeseung adds. Yn nods slowly and the other doesn't hesitate.

He leans in, his lips moving slowly against Yn's while he slowly wraps his arms around Heeseung's neck. Heeseung's own hand slowly travels south until his fingers sneak their way under the hem of Yn's T-shirt.

Then all of a sudden Yn completely stops reciprocating. Heeseung pulls away, wondering what went wrong.

Yn passed out is what happened. Heeseung can't help but laugh in disbelief.

"Better luck next time."

a/n: KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

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