#or at least were willing to let him do it

[slytherinshua]

YOU, ME, AND BULBASAUR

genre. fluff. warnings. neck kisses. gunwook is extremely cute and i'm extremely delusional and in love with him. mention that reader wears makeup and dresses. pairing. gunwook x fem!reader. wc. 700. request. no. a/n. i saw gunwook like indirectly kiss taerae's neck and it made me think of just how much of a neck kisser he would be 😭 and if you know me you know i'm a neck girl and that just made me so delusional like i'm feral rn it's not okay??? also can we talk abt how fucking cute gunwook's rosy cheeks are LIKE HES THE CUTEST EVER IM GONNA CRY.

“why are you getting all pretty? you going somewhere?” the tired husky voice of your boyfriend makes a smile start to form on your lips. gunwook had been sleeping peacefully until 2 minutes ago, hugging your pillow to his chest, still tangled under the sheets. you wished you could’ve stayed in bed with him, but you had a meeting early in the morning.

“just a work meeting. wish i could’ve slept in with you, wook.” you glanced up at him apologetically through the mirror, frowning at his sleepy pout and messy hair.

“not fair…”

“i know, baby. but i’ll be back in 2 hours and then we can cuddle.” you assured him, finishing the last touches on your makeup and hair. you turned around to face gunwook properly, ruffling his bed head as you stood up.

“can’t you just stay?” gunwook asked, following you to your closet like a lost puppy.

“it’s an important meeting…” you tried your best to stay firm and not let your boyfriend have so much affect over you. but it was hard, especially when he started planting small kisses on your neck as you sifted through your hangers to find a dress. you felt a small nip land to the dip in your shoulder and neck and you gasped.

“gunwook!” you hadn’t realized he was this clingy this morning. he didn’t stop despite your reaction, pressing a softer kiss over the spot he had nibbled. you willed yourself to not get too focused on his lips on your skin, to instead figure out what you were going to wear to your meeting. but he made it so hard to even remember why you were trying to get up in the first place.

“wouldn’t you rather just stay here? with me? and bulbasaur?” he pleaded, pressing a kiss to your neck between each word. you smiled at the mention of his bulbasaur plush that you had gotten for his birthday— he slept with it every night, opting to cuddle it when you couldn’t sleep with him.

you gripped the side of a navy blue dress, hanging on your last thread, gunwook seconds away from snapping it. was the meeting more important than your clingy boyfriend? did you actually want to spend the morning in a room with a bunch of grumpy middle-aged men when you could be cuddling with your boyfriend?

“you’re lucky you’re cute in the morning…” you sighed, dropping your hand from the dress, and your boyfriend knew he had won. you could feel his victorious smile against your neck as he pressed one last kiss behind your ear. and then he started steering you towards the bed until you both fell onto the soft mattress, him laying on top of you. he nuzzled his face in your chest and closed his eyes, completely content now that he was sure he had you for the entire morning.

you looked at his sleepy face, dark hair falling over his eyes, cheeks dotted with rosy stains, cherry lips formed into the most beautiful smile. you brushed his bangs away from his face, feeling his warm skin underneath the palm of your hand. god, he took your breath away even when he wasn’t doing anything.

“since you made me miss my morning meeting, at least give me a kiss.” you nudged his chin with your hand, and he opened one eye to look up at you. he didn’t waste time after hearing your request, quickly picking himself up to hover over you and press his soft lips to yours. he sighed, finally being able to taste your lip gloss that he had watched you apply minutes ago. he had been tempted to steal a kiss from you then as well, but he was considerate enough to not ruin your makeup until he was sure you were his for the morning.

gunwook’s lips always felt like pure bliss against yours. the weight of his body on top of you was like a weighted blanket, and you were determined to not move from the position for at least another hour. gunwook was right, you would always much rather spend the morning with him… and bulbasaur. 

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37 / 1k / part 2 of shark mer Ghost tolerating remora mer reader

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"But I'm fine!"

“You’re not. Look at you. You’re half-asleep.”

You’re not tired, you’re hungry. You shift against him, listless and unable to voice your needs. It's not that you're unwilling to do so--it's that you can't. It doesn't occur to you. Your kind doesn't survive by acting needy around a host.

Ghost notices your silent resistance. You’re weak--too tired, too hungry, too used to taking care of yourself--and still stubborn enough to keep your mouth shut anyway. He bites back a growl of irritation. It would be easier to fight. At least then he could shout it out of you. But no--instead you’re a tired lump in his hand, and your silence doesn’t give him anywhere to push back.

He's got one arm looped around you and both of your hands grasped in one of his. He only carries you like this, holding you by the wrists, when you accompanying him isn't up for debate. When you're being particularly fussy about it, he drags you by the wrists as if your arms were leads.

You don't relish that thought right now. You finally just bow your head, tucking it against his chest in submission.

He feels the change in your body language when you surrender to his control. He notices the way you go almost limp against him. Good. That almost puts the hungry, prowling animal in him to rest. Almost.

It’s a hard thing to explain--the gnawing dissatisfaction he felt watching you comb through the sand, small and alone on the ocean floor. The protective, possessive feeling that took root in his stomach.

It made him want to bite you all over. Not just to punish you, but to warn any other lurking thing who might confuse your loneliness for attainability. Not that he'd ever express the impulse to do so.

"Are you coming back to hunt again?" you ask him.

“Why? Do you miss me that much?”

You huff. "You didn't eat enough."

His fingers tighten around your wrists. You either have an inappropriate sense of humor or no self-awareness whatsoever.

“You're in a mouthy mood, huh?” he remarks tersely. “Must be even more tired than you look.”

He’s not stupid. He knows why you invited yourself along on his hunting trip. But he’s not going to coddle you while you shy away from the issue.

He glances up towards the coral reef, considering. If he brings you straight home, you'll just go back to ignoring your obvious needs. But he won’t let you wander the sea floor like some starving bottom-feeder. And he knows better than to hunt for you—you always refuse fresh kills.

The ones Ghost offers, at least. You seem willing enough to take fresh kills from Gaz.

Pisses him off.

You open your eyes when Ghost changes course and heads for a small cove carpeted in sandbanks. He dumps you unceremoniously into the soft sand. You look around, then at him.

"Stay right here." His tone brooks no argument. He swims off with an irritated lash of his tail before you can ask him why. You're left alone, moonlight curling across the surface of the water far above you and across the sand at your fins. Watching it makes your eyelids grow heavy.

You wake with a start when he returns. He holds in one clawed hand a fish. A live one.

He comes to rest on the edge of the sandbank. He doesn't speak, merely watching with a critical eye as you shake the sand from your scales and rouse yourself back into full consciousness. Then he holds out the live fish to you.

"Eat."

You frown but reach for it. Right as you lay your hands on it, it darts away. You jump in surprise, but one look at Ghost's face tells you he expected exactly that to happen. He can’t stop a small, satisfied smirk from curving his lips. That was exactly the reaction he wanted, and now you’re staring at him with six different accusations on the tip of your tongue.

His eyes fix on you with that smug, condescending look in his gaze. "Didn't Price teach you how to hunt for yourself?"

"Yes," you snap. You push yourself off the sand and dart after the fish, catching nothing but water again.

“Clearly not well.”

You strike out again. And come up empty. Again.

He huffs a laugh. You turn on him. "What's the point of this? You're the one who was going hunting."

He leans back, propping his weight on his elbows as he eyes you. Every failed lunge and dart bring him more satisfaction. "The point is that you should be able to feed yourself," he retorts. "You're too dependent, sweetheart. You’d starve in a koi pond."

You’d love nothing more than to tell him where exactly he can shove his stupid fish, but it’s far too mentally taxing for you to refuse outright. Instead, you cross your arms in a way that just as clearly says I'm not doing that.

Ghost’s eyes glimmer. He isn’t having it.

He pushes himself off the sand and swims toward you, pushing you back against the bank when he crowds himself over your smaller frame.

"You know” —his expression is downright patronizing— “refusing an order is a bad move. Bad things happen to disobedient pets."

"It didn't sound like an order," you mutter, avoiding his eyes.

He grabs your jaw and forces eye contact. "Sure as hell wasn't a suggestion, sweetheart. If you're not gonna ask for food when you need it, you're gonna learn to hunt." His eyes are hard, and that smug, self-satisfied demeanor is buried far underneath. "You learn or I make you learn. What do you say?"

You swallow. "Thank you for catching me such a nice practice fish?"

"Good pet." He releases your jaw.

He moves back onto the sand, propping himself on his elbows once more as he leans back. His black eyes linger on you, and you feel a chill.

"Now go."

...

part 1 / [part 2]

more mer au / more Ghost / masterlist tag

[luvlucia]

cock warming - ot6 enhypen

summary: ot6!enhypen x reader - cock warming enhypen || warnings: unprotected sex, cock warming || genre: smut, fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 1520 || a/n: see the request here!

lee heeseung 이희승

it’ll happen a lot when he’s gaming. you’ll be crawling into his lap while he sat in his gaming chair, glancing over at you as you straddled him, before looking back at his game. as soon as you attempted to move your hips against his, he was stopping them, holding onto them firmly. he’d scold you since he was in the middle of the game, then he’d tell you to slip him inside.

you’d do as he said, pulling his sweatpants down along with his boxers enough for his semi-hard cock to spring out before pushing your panties to the side and pushing him inside.

once he was inside you’d try to move your hips but he’d once again hold onto your hips with a little scolding hiss, looking into your eyes. “you can wait.” was all he’d say before going back to his game.

you’d whine as you struggled in his lap, resisting the urge to move around because you knew that if you did, he’d punish you by just pulling out and leaving the both of you needy.

that didn’t last long though. when he got killed in the game, he moved his leg and hip, adjusting himself in his seat without thinking out of frustration causing him to let out a groan and you a whine.

after that, you couldn’t resist. “please, seungie.” you’d whine in desperation.

“alright, alright. you’re doing all the work though, alright, pretty girl?” heeseung asked, looking at you with a flirty smirk.

you nodded and immediately started lifting your hips, moving them up and down on his shaft. he was weak but he was not the weakest of all the members.

heeseung tried his best to keep playing his game through all of this, to make a point, whatever that was, to you. he couldn’t do it though. how could he resist his favorite girl and her pussy?

next thing you knew he was thrusting into you, the game completely abandoned, his teammates yelling at him through the headset. it was a good thing he was on mute the whole time.

park jongseong 박종성

jay would do it a lot at night; fall asleep while inside of you, i mean. it comforted him, your warmth around him, the fact that it was so intimate. but it’d always end up with one of you initiating something in the morning.

sometimes it’d be you, waking up soaking wet after a wet dream, jay inside of you, completely knocked out as he lie closely against you.

you’d start moving yourself against him as slowly and discreetly as possible, trying to get some type of release. you weren’t that discreet though. if it weren’t for your movement, jay would wake up to your not-so-quiet moans.

without thinking, still half-asleep, he’d grab your hips and pull you closer against him, starting to slowly move his hips against yours as well. you’d let out a gasp as you let him keep going.

if it wasn’t you starting it, then it’d be jay. he’d wake up with the biggest hard on ever. it was so uncomfortable. it pained him to wake you up from your slumber but he couldn’t get past the aching pain down there.

he’d slowly position himself on top of you, his weight slightly on you as he starting moving slowly. you’d wake up a little confused since you were still half-asleep and he’d just shush you, comfort you, let you know that it was only him. “shhh, it’s just me. it’s just me.” he’d softly say.

next thing you both knew, you had your legs wrapped around his waist, moaning in ecstasy.

sim jaeyun 심재윤

jake probably had the least self-control when it came to cock warming out of all the members. he’d barely last, i’m sorry.

you’d shyly asked him one day if he’d be open to doing that and honestly, he knew himself, he knew that he probably wouldn’t last, but he wanted to try for you. he was willing to try anything for you.

“please, jake. please.” you’d beg, just wanting to try.

“alright, baby. if you want.” he’d say, pulling you on his lap.

next thing you knew, you were on top of him as he sat on the couch, him balls deep inside of you. his hands would immediately go to your hips, groaning at the feeling of just sliding inside of you.

you would bury your face in his neck and he’d peck the side of your head, breathing heavily. “i don’t think i’m going to last much longer, my love.” he’d say.

“we just started.” you whined.

“i’m sorry. i can’t resist you, princess.” he’d say before thrusting into you, nearly frantically as you whined and moaned against his neck, practically drooling as things progressed.

he’d milk you on until the both of you were cumming. he’d then run your back as you came down from your high, the both of you know breathily heavily, trying to catch your breath.

“well try again another time. okay, love?” jake suggested, and you guys would, several times actually, but it’d always end up with jake giving in almost immediately.

park sunghoon 박성훈

sunghoon would be working at his desk when you came over to him, as needy as ever. he looked over at you and welcomed you straddling him, his hand resting on your ass as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at his work.

“sunghoon, i need you.” you’d softly say.

“i’m working, sweetie.” was all he’d say as he slightly rubbed your ass through your way-too-short pajama shorts.

“please. just want you in me.” you’d beg, looking into his eyes now.

he’d sigh, “fine, but nothing else until i finish my work.” he’d say, pecking your forehead.

he’d help you as he pulled himself out of his slacks and pushed himself in you as you pushed your panties to the side. he’d let out a sigh at the feeling before leaning forward a little and continuing his work, just as he said would.

every once in a while you’d make attempts at moving a little but sunghoon would just put his hand on your hip and stop you.

“be patient, darling.” or “just a bit more, honey.” leaving his mouth as he did so.

he wouldn’t give in so easily, he’d finish up as his work as he said, before finally giving in. you wouldn’t even need to be told that he’s done. you knew he was as soon as he put both hands on your hip and slowly sliding you up and down on him.

“such a good girl for me.” he’d praise as he leaned in and kissed you, his hands still controlling your movement on him.

kim sunoo 김선우

i feel like sunoo would have one of the highest amounts of self-control out of all of the members. when you cock warmed him, it didn’t always lead to sex.

with him, you guys would just do it for the intimacy and the comfort it brought, similar to jay, though with jay it’d usually lead to sex eventually but with sunoo, it didn’t always lead to sex.

to him, you laying there with him inside of you, completely comfortably, made him feel so good. he felt like this really showed your trust and just, solace when it came to him and your relationship.

“i love you, hun.” sunoo would softly say.

“i love you too, sunoo.” you’d smile against him.

he wouldn’t be shy to express how much he loved this as well. he’s talk about it with you and always ask to do it.

and when it did lead to sex, it would be soft and passionate sex. sex that was full of love because he really did love you so much.

yang jungwon 양정원

cock warming with jungwon would happen a lot in the bathtub. you guys would take baths together every once in a while and it wouldn’t always lead to cock warming but it would probably at least 7 times out of 10.

you’d cock warm him as your wet, slightly soapy bodies pressed against one another. jungwon’s hands would play with your wet hair as he kissed your neck. his kisses would eventually make their way to your lips and he’d start making out with you, hands fondling both your ass and tits.

you’d start moving against him and he wouldn’t stop you. jungwon would continue to grope you and kiss you as you started moving against him. both of your sounds of pleasure would echo against the walls of the bathroom and the sounds of the water splashing around you somehow made it even more arousing to you.

no words would be exchanged throughout this, just sounds of bliss. he’d start to feel your hips stuttering and your movement growing weaker as you approached your high and that’s when he started to take more control of your body, holding your hips down as he fucked up into you.

once you both came down from your high, jungwon stayed inside of you. he’d give you a long kiss before the both of you pulled away.

“i love you, angel.”

“love you too, wonnie.”

-- link to my masterlist

[breedbun]

in honour of my return i will finally do my only request..

WANDERER x male reader

warnings; slight feminisation (you wear a dress, guys hit on u and call u girly stuff), transmasc reader, spanking, vaginal, degradation, rough sex, dubcon(?), aggressive and really angry sex, release control, mention of wanderer being a puppet, slight breeding kink mention??

more; hiii hab fun with funny puppet guy!!! anyway basically imm finally making a return.. sry guys too busy writing my genshin ocs (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) not much to say, but my birthday just passed on the 30th of may so like yraaah!!

(edit; i forgot this was requested as transmasc reader and i just. like i just went blank ok i wrote this at 6-7am in the fucking morning after sleeping at 3:40. it's ok tho i edited it!! fun fact it's 9am rn HAHAHAHA,, edit count; 3x)

yay hab fun !! ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ vv

You've had a couple drinks, a few swigs and chugs of cheap wine, here and there. Obviously, you were just itching to start something you couldn't finish, like.. flirting with the bartender, but he was much too gruff and rugged for your liking. Or spending the night in some rich merchant's bed, and hurriedly rush to stuff all the jewels and pretty diamonds you could find in his room into your bag. Simply put, you were bored. At least without him here..

Sure, it's been a couple days since you actually spoke with him. Maybe you did sleep with a few guys, but so what? That little thing between you and him both.. was non-committal, it was just one fun night. Clearly, he didn't seem too happy with that. I mean, who would be?

Letting go of such a handsome, youthful guy with a mouth that couldn't stop running would be a sin. But, what was more of a sin, was just how hard Scaramouche had to restrain himself from agreeing to head to the tavern with you. Just how much his head would ache, yet that ball of surging heat throbbed whenever he just thought of you. It was undeniable, he was crazy in love.. or lust. What was the difference? Neither you nor him even knew.

The more laughs, flirty glances, and pretty smiles you flash to every other guy in the bar, the more attention you'd get from just sitting down with nothing more than a small cocktail in hand. The tavern wasn't exactly packed, but it wasn't exactly empty either. Just enough guys to get Scaramouche's blood absolutely boiling, if he ever saw you in that dress.. in a considerably tight space full of hungry, ravished men. It was almost a miracle your drink wasn't spiked yet. "Ha! Thank ya', darling. You're just the sweetest, y'know?" In a sultry, sickeningly sweet voice, you've successfully seduced every single man in that room. The bartenders were even willing to shake up a brand new, expensive glass of wine for you! But being the oh—so sweet man you are, you politely decline and play it off. Besides, who knows what they'll put in his drink?

Not even bartenders are free from being guilty of drugging drinks, you've been warned an ungodly amount of times anyway. Ah, but before you could even say another word, looks like an anticipated, unexpected man decided to show up. One you know too well, beyond that big ol' hat and the pretty, shiny anemo vision hanging from his clothes. It took you a few moments of hesitation to not steal it that night, and boy is he lucky that you'd rather spare him than go through the trouble of disrespecting the gods.

He didn't waste a second, to force his way through the small crowd and shove himself in between you and some other bastard. Scaramouche hadn't bothered to even look at you once, which honestly and unexpectedly really disappointed you. You wouldn't worry about your appearances to some.. unknown guy, at least not normally.

As any attractive guy should've, you'd scoff and feign a pout in offense of his sudden intrusion. "What's the big deal, Hat Guy? You changed your mind?" Your elbow nudge clearly touched more than his skin, because it looked like you had just touched a nerve. That expression on his face, ha! It was golden, if not extremely unexpected. This usually nonchalant, inexpressive dude who wouldn't even cast a second glance if he wasn't half drunk with you.. he was livid. Absolutely livid, and you were livin' for it.

You don't remember your next words, because of just how violently he grabbed you by your collar and how evident it was from the taste of his tongue, that he'd been drinking a sinful amount of wine before getting a move on to find you. Why? He didn't know.. It's not like he could ever get drunk.

Obviously, he just had to drag you back into his bed. So what if that night was just for fun? Because this night clearly isn't.

The moon had barely risen up, and Scaramouche didn't even bother to turn on the lights in his temporary living situation. A small, but comfortable home, now steamed up and filled with the slutty, loud moans you'd let out from just a little edging. His fingers shifted in and out between your tight rim, at the speed of which you could barely catch your breath to. His other hand's glove was peeled off with the help of his teeth, sliding his hand out as he loosened the fabric.

With your ass up, legs spread apart, dress on the floor, he just had to see your pussy twitch with his porcelain fingers tightly wrapped between them. No, that chest of yours was just as majestic, oh.. those scars. Made him absolutely insane.. and now, moving at a merciless rate, every plea and sob you choked out for him to slow down just fell on deaf ears.

"H—haah..! F-faast, too—t-too faaa—ast!" On the contrary, he decides to speed up momentarily. Just as your eyes squinted and your voice let out an unholy moan, he pulls his fingers out and ensures his fingers land over and right on top of your clit. He was just rubbing it, cooing at you like you were a stupid, brainless thing. "Too fast? Aw, little slut can't handle a bit of touch? God, you're fucking pathetic." He laughs, denies you your release, and mocks you with little to none regret and remorse. You would hate him, if you weren't so fucking kinky. (I'm looking at you, yes you.)

His hands pull away from your leaking pussy, pulling you up as fingers dig into your scalp. He pushes your forehead against his, smile condescending, narcissistic and full of.. ego. You loved it. Those plush thighs pulled against his hips, calves around his body.. his hands simply slid down to pump his own hard cock. He couldn't resist, I mean.. a sight like you, and he doesn't get to fuck his fist a little? That'd be almost miserable..

The only thing better from jacking off to your messy, sticky face was to fuck you. Your sweet little asscheeks spread apart, he would pull your hips in a little closer, lightly rubbing his tip and girth against the entrance. You were just about to throw a snarky, but shakily bratty remark you've been mustering up for a while, but all that hard work went down the drain as he sunk you on his cock.

Easily, it slid in embarrassingly quick, from just from your slick acting as lubricant—thankfully enough.. and besides the rough, mind-breaking sensation inside that jolted up his spine, you could feel Scara churn your insides with dirty squelching sounds constantly and consistently hitting your g-spot.. almost violently. Your head threw forward, and you pushed your face right into the crook of his neck.. biting, sucking, doing anything while your thighs kept lifting and slapping right back down on his hips.. He's fucking you senseless, and all you can think about is how relieved you are.. that he's still addicted to all your holes like a drug.

You moaned like a whore, a bit too loud for his liking. Your pretty, perfect, fleshy ass that he decides to pound, is met with a loud smack. Not once, not twice, but four times, both sides. You tighten up every time, of course he'd gladly do it a fifth and a sixth. You've got one tight cunt, and so many ways to make it harder to pull out. Maybe you do it on purpose.. maybe it's just instinct. But it's obvious.. 'addicted ' would be an extreme understatement. Every yelp, every moan and groan, even the smallest and softest whimpers.. oh, he lived for it. He lived for it every second he could lay his hands on you.

Again, he could barely slide his fingers into your hole. He smoothly starts to finger you, again.. and again, but he just always pulls away just before your sweet release. In fact, he's not gonna let you cum until you make him fill your stomach with his babies. Scara doesn't understand why, or how he, a puppet, is able to even fuck you. But.. he's not complaining, and neither are you. And with every churn, every squeeze and drop, it turned you into a mind-fucked fleshlight. You wouldn't even form words, let alone sentences. He wasn't the only one addicted in this "non-committal" relationship.

You could barely believe that it's only been at most an hour. You're going to be fucked for the whole night, and you know. You should've just came to his house earlier, maybe you could've cummed by now..

yaay hope u like my brainrotten scara fanfic woohoo next up is KAEYA because he is literally the love of my fucking life.. YA

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@breedbun ™ ` ` written by a silly bunny boy! ` `

[edgrara]

𝐋𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

a/n ; hello my followers! sorry i haven’t been writing for SO LONG 😭. I apologise so much! will be accepting requests now!

notes : reader has the ability to draw whatever she desires and whatever she draw will come out alive and will be commanded by reader

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍

s : it’s interesting how you can actually fight…

y/n : never expected an artist to be your opponent, right?

s : what kind of artist are you?

y/n : can’t you tell by my weapon, scorpion?

y/n : those impressive fire abilities, could I paint you one day?

s : *shy* to be honest, I’m honoured

y/n : could you PLEASE tell Liu Kang to read the letter that I send him? I have sent at least 5 letters already!

s : *laughs* you could have passed the message to me, artisan…

y/n : you wouldn’t even let me tell him myself!  ���── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

𝐒𝐔𝐁-𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎

sz : since when you can fight!?

y/n : such a pity you do not know much about my history and origin, sub zero 

sz : *cackles* artist? more like weakest! 

y/n : at least I’m not weak to resist Shang Tsung’s offer 

y/n : don’t even bother asking me to join your bogus clan just because you want more power

sz : don’t worry, i won’t ask you but force and threaten you to join the superior Lin Kuei clan 

y/n : i am willing to paint you, with all the disgusting demons from the netherrealm, devouring your flesh

sz : ha ! as if you could even-

y/n : you don’t want to test my abilities, Bi-Han. 

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄

sm : Your abilities are fascinating! It’s impressive

y/n : *smiling* why thank you Tomas, really appreciate your compliment 

sm : if you lose, you’ll pay for dinner 

y/n : *smirks* if that’s the case, then you’ll pay for my art supplies if you lose 

y/n : im curious, could you draw in the air with your smoke abilities?

sm : my smoke is for kombat, not for fun, y/n…

y/n : why did you tell Kung Lao that IM painting him? Now he’s pestering me to show him…

sm : you were, weren’t you?

y/n : Tomas, it is for a BIRTHDAY gift for him, not some painting that i paint out of boredom! 

thank you for reading ! reposts, shares and like r appreciated! @edgrara ‘24

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[i-yap]

Idk if you’ve done this but how would batboys react after reader breaks up with them👀

These boys have like a truck load of issues, literally they all are at least a little obsessed...some more than little -

Dick grayson-

he doesnt get it. Why? he is everything every girl has ever wanted in a guy?? He did everything for you, he was perfect what did he not do.

He will storm out, come back and demand answers. He will convince you he can work on it, there isn't anything he isn't willing to compromise on.

But if you do leave, its over.. He shifts countries, throws himself into lots of relationships and a lot of work and maybe even switches planets. he never heals, never even has another genuine relationship.

totally the type of ex to pretend to be better off than they actually are. But inside he just sort of breaks.

Jason

cries. falls to his knees and sobs. He doesn't blame you he always thought you were too good for him, that he was a burden.

'now you've proved him right.

Will never let anyone even slightly close to him, convinces himself he is the mosnter joker made him to be

does crime fighting with vengeance...(never leaves, dies fighting)

fights much more recklessly, more aggressively...he for sure dies or becomes the most renowned criminal.

tim drake-

obsessive, he stalks you. maybe clones you...another one who wants to compromise and doesn't get rtwhy you're leaving.

throws himself into more and more coffee plus work. and when coffee doesn't do the trick he does cocaine, drugs alcohol.

He also either dies in rehab....or moves on. maybe the most likely to move on tbh cuz he is young and desired and the drugs ...yea could move on maybe.

Damian

hahah, you cant leave?? I mean bro was raised to believe the whole world belongs to him. will kidnap you. that's it. sorry he will though.

[presidentcarterr]

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how i think rafe would deal with his cute lil gf getting too close with a pogue !

mentions: oral (f receiving), fingering, actual slut shaming, hypothetical slut shaming?, overstimulation, reader’s race is not defined, gullible!reader, reader’s got a fucked up home life, and ofc, a very toxic rafe cameron🫶🏼

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— we all know rafe doesn’t like to share, but that increases tenfold when his girlfriend is involved!

— rafe had spent months molding you into the perfect kook princess; polished manners, elegant makeup and dresses, and of course, complete obedience.

— however, he would begrudgingly allow the shallow compliments towards you from the fellow girls in his inner circle, and god forbid someone like topper or kelce even breathed near you.

— his biggest rule pertaining to friends was no pogues! since his sister had willingly gone off with those disgusting humans, rafe cameron refused to let anyone he deemed important get too close for comfort with a pogue.

— kiara, in an effort to make peace with her parents, began hanging around the country club again, and you thought she was the perfect person to make friends with!

— while rafe was off on the golf course, you lounged around the patio with some other kook girls, when your curious eyes land on kie.

— she’s by her lonesome, (a feat the other girls whispered about,) sipping her lemonade and internally wishing for an asteroid to hit Earth.

— one of the reasons why rafe picked you out of all the eligible girls was because of your kind heart! sure, it got annoying really fucking fast, but it also made you that much more willing to get on your knees!

— so, you picked yourself up from your chair and sauntered over to kiara. your introduction is adorable albeit a bit scatterbrained, and kiara has to stop herself from smiling.

— everyone knew rafe liked easy things, and you were just that, but… there was something about you that made kiara feel at ease. you complimented her muddied shoes, ignoring the obvious gawking from your abandoned group of friends and continued a conversation.

— “i dunno if she’s your style, but i really liked sabrina’s new song! she’s so pretty and her voice is amazing!” “don’t get me wrong, ‘m more of a marley fan, but she’s hot and she can sing. that’s a double whammy right there.”

— you, for one, were incredibly proud of yourself. was making nice with a pogue against rafey’s rules? of course it was, but kiara was a self-proclaimed pogue, so it wasn’t that bad! at least not in your pretty eyes…

— unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend learned about your efforts to include kiara as soon as they happened. now, rafe was smart enough to know that the girls who sent him snaps of you and kie talking were just doing so in hopes he’d break up with you, but that wasn’t his plan.

— initially, he was furious. he considered himself to be a proactive man; why couldn’t you listen and let him do all the work? but, rafe shot a few more holes and he simmered.

— if he were to break up with you, every guy on the island would be too scared to even think about trying anything with you, and any girl wouldn’t want to associate themselves with rafe cameron’s former whore. he wouldn’t dare do that to such a sweet girl like you, so rafe came up with a solution he thought would be fair to both parties.

— after a long round of drinks and munchies at the club, rafe was finally dragging you home for some much needed rest! you hadn’t mentioned your conversation with kie simply because your boyfriend was in a rare mood in which he didn’t look positively murderous, so you were content to gaze out the window and swing your legs.

— “rafey… could you run me a bath? pretty please? i’ve been really good today!” you simpered out, laying flat on your stomach in his bed.

— rafe stops himself from laughing at your words, nodding along and placing a kiss to your forehead. if only you knew what you were in for…

— the man ran you a bath, taking his time to pour in your favorite bath salt and greeted you with a warm towel once you were all done.

— he’d left you to your own devices whilst he showered off the sweat from today, which allowed you to text kiara.

— you decided to swap numbers before leaving, unaware that your boyfriend was already in the know about this clandestine friendship.

— rafe exits his bathroom, black boxers clinging to his lean hips as his blue eyes fall on you. you’re curled up in his bed, clad in his shirt and a pair of panties, occupied on your phone.

— “you tell kie about your bath tonight? i bet she’s real surprised that i treat you so good.”

— hearing the syllable fall from your boyfriend’s lips caused you to freeze, while rafe’s unwavering gaze glared into you.

— he can tell you’re getting nervous, with your trembling hands and how your eyes immediately begin to avoid his own.

— rafe rounds the bed and takes your face in his hands. “why you gettin’ shy on me, baby? weren’t so shy when you used my card to get you n’ that dirty pogue fuckin’ mimosas, huh? did you think i wasn’t gonna find out? those little whores you hang out with videoed it as soon as you walked your sweet ass over to her.”

— you want to whimper out an excuse; the same one you’d repeated to yourself earlier in attempts to calm rafe down. but, you know better. and that’s what makes it so bad.

— you glance up at your boyfriend, “i’m sorry. i know it’s all my fault.”

— his strong hands drop your face, while rafe bit at his lip and sighed heavily.

— rafe always found it difficult to be strict with you when you were so indulgent in the idea of things being your fault. another reason why he’d taken you in under his wing, you were from a broken home. however, he knew girls like you craved the punishment at the same time, so rafe used that as his crutch to stay strong.

— “go ahead and take your panties off, angel. ‘m gonna have to remind you how shit works around here. got it?”

— you waste no time in removing your underwear, flinging off your shirt in the process just in case your boyfriend changed his mind.

— he settles on his knees at the foot of his bed, while you scoot to be in front of rafe and you allow your legs to spread.

— rafe pinched at your clit, reveling in how he’d trained you to not make a noise when he did it. “such a pretty thing… i always hate when i have to treat this pussy so bad, but you make me do it, don’t you? you like being treated like a dirty slut?”

— you whined out a pathetic ‘yes,’ and rafe didn’t spare any time before he dove into your pussy.

— the rules of his game were simple. he’d do whatever he could to turn you on; spell his name with his tongue, force your hips onto the bridge of his nose, moan and groan about your taste… then, as soon as you drifted too close to the edge, rafe would stop. and he’d continue until he felt as if you learned your lesson.

— it was a game you had yet to master, and you were certain that he’d always find a way to win even if you had strengthened.

— the way rafe eats you out is… disgusting.

— he gnashes and slurps at you, trimmed nails digging into the meat of your thighs.

— “y’hear how wet she is? she’s drippin’ for me, baby girl… wish this coulda been a reward, not a punishment.”

— “taste so good, angel. dunno how a slut like you can taste so fuckin’ sweet.”

— if rafe felt as if you were holding back, he’d pull back and slip in a finger or two, scissoring them until you start to babble incoherently.

— “you wish it was my dick, huh? too fuckin’ bad, you dumb bitch. you’re not gonna get my dick anytime soon…”

— his jaded words only cause you to grow wetter, and you can feel yourself growing closer to an orgasm. but, rafe knows your body better than you do, and he immediately stops the assault on your clit and you stagger softly.

— once again, you know better than to complain about the unfairness of it all, and you murmur a tearful ‘thank you’ to rafe.

— the process repeats and repeats until you’re in a daze, eyes rolling back like a baby doll and you can feel your abs clenching from all the tension coiled up inside you.

— rafe told topper and kelce once that he could spend days eating your pussy, and that proved to be true for situations like these. he pulls away, a string of his saliva and your wetness forming and you almost look away from your boyfriend in shame.

— a hand goes to your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. the iciness that had been present is lost, and you can only see warmth inside them now.

— “you know why you’re in trouble?” “because i went behind your back and started talkin’ with a pogue. and i didn’t plan on telling you about it. and i spent your money without asking.”

— the answer seems robotic, but only rafe noticed. he knows he can be a little intense when the issue pertains to pogues, but rafe only wants what’s best and safest for you! pogues only brought unnecessary drama and chaos.

— his swollen lips tug into a half-smile, “good girl. promise i’m gonna make you cum, and then we can go to bed, okay? sound good?”

— you nod eagerly, and at this point, you’re unsure if you really want to cum or you really want to sleep.

— either way, rafe dives back into your cunt, licking and sucking at a gentle pace and whispering praises into your inner thigh.

— “my good girl… you take your punishments so well…”

— “sweet thing, you’re all puffy. ‘s okay, rafey’s gonna take care of it.”

— “swear i’m gonna marry this pussy…”

— soon enough, the coil inside you snaps, and you’re finally allowed to orgasm. it takes a while to ride out, and by the end, you feel like you’re made of jello.

— the rare side of rafe takes control, and you’re cognitive enough to feel him kiss at your temples and then drape a shirt over you. then, you can feel a damp cloth run against your cunt, sweeping across your thighs before you’re tucked in bed.

— rafe cradled you to his bare chest, while ignoring his throbbing boner and kisses at your hairline.

— “you gonna shack up with any other pogues?” “no, rafey. ‘m done with them. i’ll delete kie’s number and everything.”

— speaking of kiara, you’d been in the middle of an important conversation regarding who was the best character on gossip girl before being sucked in by rafe, and kiara was positive you’d died after not receiving a text within fifteen minutes!

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inspired by my first asks EVER!!! @sexyxdylanxobrien @rafespinkbows !!! pls enjoy my lovelies😝😝

[brandyllyn]

Silk from their soul (12)

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Rated: T (reference to prior acts) Words: 1.2k Summary: "Thanks." "Anytime."

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He ain’t got no right to feel hurt.

After he’d come harder than he had in a century, spilling his seed across those soft thighs of hers, he’d tried to kiss her. He knew better, but for some reason thought it might be different after.

She’d rejected him, of course.

Why wouldn’t she? She was all smooth skin and cool blood, and she’d made her stance on kisses abundantly clear. But after that ride he was certain she’d change her mind. 

He was a damned fool.

He needs to get away, to shimmy out of this hole they were trapped in and get his bearings again. Put some distance between them. The deathclaw was long gone, no reason to keep hiding.

Except…

Except she was still panting under him, round breasts pressed to his chest with each inhale. He hadn’t imagined how wet she was for him, the way she’d come apart on his cock… nor had he imagined that other thing.

It was enough to drive a man to drink. 

Deciding discretion is the better part of valor he digs in his pocket, finding a scrap of cloth and using it to wipe the cum from her skin before it can begin to burn. “You’ll need a dose of Rad-Away,” he tells her and she turns back, blinking up at him in confusion for a moment before her lips part in a silent ‘o’.

“I didn’t even think about that.”

No she hadn’t, and she hadn’t considered that he was as liable to eat her as he was to fuck her once they were in those tight quarters. She’d trusted him implicitly, which was an idiotic thing to do.

“C’mon, let’s get out and see what’s going on.” He uses one hand to do up his trousers then slides past her, scooping his hat back up and glancing around. There’s footprints in the floor but no sign of any danger. He turns back to tell her as much but she’s already there, dress still pushed to her waist and looking like she’d just been ridden hard.

His mouth goes instantly dry.

She doesn’t meet his eye when she fusses with the straps of the dress and he steps forward without thinking, pulling one up and settling it on her shoulder with careful fingers. She shivers under his touch and he cups her neck, forcing her to look up at him.

“Why’d you do it?”

“I don’t know.”

It’s a terrible answer, one that gnaws at him as he steps away and fishes for his pack and gloves. He finds hers first, passing the bag her direction without a word. When he sets off again it’s parallel to the mountains they’re aiming for but she doesn’t say a word, keeping one step behind him.

The place he stops at for the night used to be a gas station, concrete on three sides with an easy vantage point from the front. They run off a mole rat and then he gives her the go ahead when she asks about a fire. The smell of roasted iguana fills the space while they sit silently across from each other.

“I wanted to.”

He cocks his head at her. They hadn’t exchanged more than three words in the last four hours.

“You asked why I… because I wanted to. Because I wanted you. Even though I shouldn’t.”

“Because I’m a ghoul,” he finishes for her with a scowl.

“Because I’m me and you’re…. you don’t know what I am.”

The bounty. He’d almost forgotten it. The poster was burning a hole in his pack and he’d all but decided to put off claiming it for at least a month. But she didn’t know that - didn’t know that he knew she was wanted by someone.

It was the perfect time to come clean - so of course he doesn’t. She continually surprised him and without knowing what her reaction was he wasn’t willing to risk it.

“I know you looked mighty pretty with my cock in you.” Her eyes fly to his and he grins, feeling himself warm when she laughs.

“It felt mighty pretty.”

That gets a laugh from him and he sets his hat aside and leans back against the rubble behind him. “Reckon it’s not what a filly imagines for her first time though, in the dirt like that.”

“You noticed.”

He snorts, “Damn hard not to.” 

Biting her lip she glances up at him from under long eyelashes before shaking her head. “You ever spent your whole life preparing to be one thing - only to realize you never really wanted it in the first place?”

He manages to keep his face impassive by a hairsbreadth. “I reckon I can imagine that.”

“I was… raised to be the perfect wife to someone. Be their partner, be only theirs… I never got to make any choices for myself. It was always someone else’s plan.” She pauses and stares down at her hands, “I never thought I would get to choose who my first time was with.”

“Don’t reckon you had much a choice as it was with my ass rutting on top of you.”

She gifts him with a wide smile, “Is that how you remember it?” When he doesn’t reply she continues, “If I’d told you no would you have stopped?”

“I like to think I would have but to be honest I don’t rightly know, hard to think when you’ve got a pair of tits in your face like that.”

The tension in the air breaks and she gives him a mock frown. “Excuse you, I believe it was your tits in my face.”

“And I seem to recall you were having a mite of trouble yourself with keeping your thoughts straight.”

You both break into soft laughter. Silence fills out the space for a few minutes, the only sounds the crackling of the fire.

“Thank you.”

He nearly chokes on his tongue. A dozen jokes leap to mind but she’s not meeting his eyes. He lets it sit before finally replying, “Anytime, darling.” The arch of her neck calls to him and he coughs suddenly, taking a hit of chem.

“I don’t think we should,” she says with a small frown. “It’s dangerous.”

“Shit, you take that Rad-Away yet?”

Her eyes go wide with panic and he pushes himself to his feet, squatting next to her and taking the pack she offers. She doesn’t hesitate to offer her arm, not flinching when he slides the needle in. He sets the meds above her head and flicks the tube until he’s satisfied it’s moving.

Oh, but those big bright eyes of hers are staring up at him like he hung the moon in the sky and he’s already forgotten what had him so irritated all afternoon.

“Thanks,” she says again.

“Anytime.”

He doesn’t move, hovering over her, and she doesn’t ask him to. After a moment she reaches up and tugs at his coat, pulling him to sit next to her and then leaning into his shoulder. A million different thoughts war within him before he does the thing he most wants, which is to wrap an arm around her and pull her against his side.

“Sleep,” he tells her. “I’ll wake you when it’s time.”

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[kteezy997]

The Heart of a Bene Gesserit-Part Five//Paul Atreides//Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Warnings: cursing, light violence, brief mention of smut

“A true friend? Is that why you sent a spy for me?” you asked, glaring at Paul.

He let out a small breath but didn’t speak. He looked away from you. He couldn’t deny it. He had underestimated you.

“Everything I have done since I arrived here has been for you. Look at me.”

Slowly, his gaze returned to you with an angry glare. “How dare you use the Voice on your Emperor.”

“The Emperor continues to disrespect me, so I will do as I please. Why are you spying on me? What do you need to know that you cannot ask me directly?” your words were biting.

“I knew you would try and speak with Feyd-Rautha. I wanted to know how it went. I wanted to make sure you were safe."

“What can I do for you to trust me? You know I can handle myself; I don't need to be treated like a child, Paul.”

"I trust you, but I don’t trust him. He’s an animal. He deserves to be where he is, as I’ve told you before.”

“And as I told you, he didn’t kill your father. Whatever you have against him, is not his direct doing. He deserves better treatment. At least better food and shelter, if you refuse to have him on your council.”

“Oh, I do refuse to have him on my council.” he said firmly.

“You’re not even willing to give him a chance to prove himself.”

“And why should I?!” he raised his voice at you.

You stepped closer to him, eye to eye and only inches apart, “Because your roles could have very easily been reversed.”

His bright blue eyes flared into yours, his jaw tightened, “The Bene Gesserit made us both freaks.” he spoke much softer than before.

“Then maybe you should take some consideration for him.”

“Hmm.” he sighed, “Y/n, I don’t want you to see Feyd anymore. He is dangerous. I know that you are capable of taking care of yourself, but this is the one thing I ask of you.”

“He is no more dangerous than you are.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, you could be playing with fire.”

For some reason, you really felt the weight of his warning.

He looked down the hall, “It is getting late. We should both get some sleep. We can talk more tomorrow.”

You were tired of this conversation, and mentally drained, so you said, "Goodnight, my lord."

Paul acted as if he was going to say something else, but only said, “Goodnight.”

.........

The next morning, a servant knocked on your door as you were getting ready for the day. "Yes?" you answered.

"My lady, you have been summoned to the slave quarters, if you so accept."

Feyd.

You made your way down to the slave housing, and there he was, waiting for you.

"There you are my darling. I was worried you wouldn't come." boomed his raspy, growling voice.

"I'll not stay long, Feyd-Rautha. It's not safe, us meeting, I fear it could get one or both of us hurt."

"Well then," he started to close the distance between you, "I'll make this short and sweet. I have a proposition for you: get me back to Giedi Prime, and I'll give you a Harkonnen heir. This way, we both get something out of it. The sisterhood would reward you, would they not?" he leaned in toward you, cocking his head to one side.

You trembled, "I was wrong to come here and speak with you. To get your hopes up. I cannot get you off-world, as you wish. But what if I set something up with the Emperor? Play your cards right, and you find yourself in better conditions with better food and sleeping arrangements."

"Hm." Feyd backed away from you, "If that is the best you can do, then yes. I accept. But how will you accomplish this? I am a slave, after all. They'd never welcome me with open arms."

"Just trust me."

..........

That evening, you were the last person to arrive at dinner. "I have brought a guest. I hope that is okay?"

Blades were drawn from Stilgar, Gurney, and all men around Paul as Feyd-Rautha made his way into the room. He had the tiniest of grins on his face.

"Hold." barked Paul, signaling the men to retreat.

"Paul, I require a council with you and the slave." you said. The dining room had gone so quiet, you could hear the drop of a grain of sand.

Paul was shooting daggers at you. How dare you be so bold as to bring Feyd-Rautha into his royal house. "Very well. Gentlemen, as you were."

As the three of you enter the same room together, you felt the shivers of remembrance of that dream. Paul between your legs, Feyd in your mouth. You tucked the image away in an instant. This was business and given the two men in the room and the intensity from both sides, things could turn savage at any moment.

"What the hell are you doing bringing this animal into my house, y/n?!” Paul yelled at you. His eyes practically throwing flames at you.

“Calm down, Paul. Feyd-Rautha is only here to show peace. He is not the animal you think him to be. If you will not upgrade his position, the least you can do is upgrade his living situation. What he has is not enough."

"Why should he get special treatment above the other slaves?"

"You know why: Feyd has superior intelligence-"

"I can speak myself, Atreides." Feyd's deep voice boomed into your ears.

You and Paul both looked at him.

"I can be useful to you, cousin. I hear talk of assassins, conspirators, nearly every day. I'd be an asset to your team. I'd kill any man that threatens the empire."

Paul eyed his cousin, squinting and holding himself a part, "And what must I do for you?"

"As the lady has probably discussed with you, a more accommodating lifestyle. Good food, nice bed, maybe a woman or two to keep me company. I do miss my darlings. Life is so lonely without them. I'm sure you know all about that."

Paul clenched his jaw.

Feyd smirked, then continued, "Your Fremen woman has been gone awhile now, and who is to keep the Emperor company?" The Harkonnen's gaze then turned to you. "Tell me, cousin, how is it that you've had this beautiful woman sent here to secure your seed, and yet you haven't fucked her?"

That final remark threw the Emperor into a blind rage, targeted at his enemy, his cousin. “Bastard!” he shouted, fiercely hurling himself at Feyd, grabbing him by the throat, his other hand wielding his crysknife. “I will kill you, right here.”

Feyd only grinned as he held Paul at bay.

“Stop!” you needed to use the Voice, otherwise one of them would be dead. "You're acting like children. Can we not talk like adults?"

"Did you not hear what he said about you? Why do you defend this animal?"

"Feyd, this was a bad idea. Please, go back to the slave quarters."

"You made me a promise, darling." Feyd sang, walking toward you.

"Stay away from her." Paul warned, grabbing Feyd.

"Oh, so you do love her." it wasn't a question, it was a realization, and something Feyd thought he could hold over his cousin's head.

Paul held the Harkonnen back, looked at you, "Of course I love her. I will kill anyone whom I deem a danger to her. If you want to keep your life, cousin, I suggest you go back to where you belong. Mind the spice, keep the other slaves in line. That is how you will prove yourself to the Empire. Rewards may find you then.”

You were taken aback, impressed by Paul's now calm demeanor. He was able to regulate his emotions after looking in your eyes.

Feyd-Rautha looked to you as well, and you gave him a nod. He then left quietly.

This shift in the room once Feyd was gone was much softer. You gazed over to Paul, trying to gauge him. "That was remarkable of you. You showed him kindness." you stepped closer to him, "And here I thought you did not have any for a Harkonnen." you smiled.

“Why did you show such obligations to him, huh? When it was I that walked with you as a child. You used to come into my room at night because you were afraid of the dark. Gurney Halleck taught us both to skip rocks on the water. Do you not remember any of it, y/n?”

“Of course I do. After all this, I cannot understand my own actions or thoughts any more.” you put your hand in your head.

You heard Paul inhaled deeply from his chest. He said, “Please, rid yourself of these thoughts of him. Stay with me.” he took your hand.

You looked at your interlocked hands, then in his eyes, wordlessly saying, ‘Paul, what are you doing?’

“He was right, you know.” Paul said, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. This was a vulnerable moment for him.

You sighed, “Do not pay Feyd any mind. He was only saying things to anger you. It’s in his blood to bring out the worst in others.”

“No, he was right. I do love you. And I’d kill for you. I want to keep you safe forever.”

You took a deep breath, knowing that he meant every word, “And I for you, my lord.”

“Your presence calms me, your eyes bring me back into focus,” he took a soft breath, “ I love you, y/n, but it is deeper than friendship.”

“Paul,” you shook your head slightly, “do not say things you cannot mean.”

“I do mean them. I have seen you in my visions. It’s confusing. I see various futures, lines in time, but you are always there. No matter the path I take, I want you here with me. Will you do that for me?”

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

"Don't say those words again, okay?"

Another little SVE one-shot! With Isaac and gn!Farmer as a couple 💕

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"Open up! We can't get through the barrier! Somebody open up!" Farmer had just about torn their voice away, trying to shout over the howling of the Crimson Baldlans sandstorm and the roar of its not-so-hospitable inhabitants in the distance, so eager to come back for them and the badly wounded Isaac to finish them off.

"No use." The bloody sand prevented Isaac from opening his eyes properly. "Alesia won't hear us, and without the amulet, the barrier won't open." He gritted his teeth and hissed, trying to pull the bone arrow out of his punctured thigh. It was bleeding fast, but luckily the remnants of the life elixir at least helped stop the bleeding. Too bad it wasn't enough to heal him completely.

Farmer was relatively fine, just a couple of minor wounds. That was more important to Isaac than his injuries.

"I don't have the return scepter with me. No totems. All the elixirs are out. Crap..." Isaac's partner grumbled to themselves in exhaustion and anger. The monsters were about to come back for them, especially Isaac, as the smell of fresh blood attracted them as much as monster musk.

"Any idea, Isaac?"

The adventurer struggled to get up from the sand scarlet with his own blood and used his sword as a walking stick to keep from falling down again.

"There is a plan. You're heading back towards the exit without looking behind for anything, and I'll hold them off as long as I can." Farmer turned around and looked at Isaac with shock and disbelief.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to leave you here-"

"You're coming home, do you hear me!" Isaac bellowed and immediately regretted it as he bent over slightly from the aching pain on his stomach. Fucking serpent with their spikes and fangs...

"I won't let them kill you, and since we don't have much of an option..." The adventurer unbuckled his ragged brown cloak with one hand. The fabric was swept away by the sandy wind. "I'll stay here. You must run." A truly wolfish grin appeared on his face, letting Farmer know he was willing to fight for them to the end.

Oh no, you don't, my dear...

"I have a better plan." If anyone could outdo Isaac in terms of stubbornness and determination, it was the most chaotic farmer in all of Stardew Valley, his friend and lover, who definitely wouldn't agree to put up with Isaac preparing to die.

Farmer came close to the barrier and touched the surface with the palm of their hand. In a moment their whole body was bathed in radiance, and tongues of blue flame danced in the air. Like a bear digging into its prey with its long claws, Farmer stuck their fingers into the barrier. Growling, they continued to stab their fingers in until a small hole was formed in place of the barrier. Not enough to shatter the very magical defences of Castle Village, but enough for Farmer to grab the stunned Isaac by the collar and throw them into the resulting passage.

Quickly leaping to follow Isaac, it was literally an instant before the small window in the barrier slammed shut again. The sullen adventurer was unable to keep his feet from such sudden movements and fell again, but now instead of sand, he felt cold black bricks beneath his body. Farmer fell beside him, exhausted from the depletion of mana.

They were both safe now, and Isaac could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Next time - warn me about it. Now how the fuck I'm going to get my cloak back..." The dark-haired man grumbled, but the Farmer couldn't hear a note of bitterness or annoyance in his voice. He was grumbling simply, for the sake of appearances.

"It was time to get rid of that rag. More holes in it than cheese...." Farmer scooted a little closer to Isaac and kissed him on the temple.

"Don't say those words again, okay?" Farmer's voice was quiet and soft, but their eyes reflected all seriousness. Isaac didn't answer anything, only smiled softly at them, a rare occurrence that only Farmer could catch. One minute felt like an eternity as they both lay down and rested from the hard fight.

True to form, the silence was interrupted by a stomping sound not far from the main entrance of the Castle Village:

"Intruders! Intruders!"

"The barrier has been breached!"

"All at arms, prepare for battle!"

"Alesia! Someone call Alesia!"

"Who it could be? Spies of the Gotoro Empire?"

"Get really, folks! We have a guests!"

"How did they get through Camilla's barrier?! It's impossible!"

Farmer and Isaac looked at each other and sighed in sync, realising that the rest of the day would be a headache with interrogations and explanations for the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Knights of Pythagoras.

[pocketramblr]

That reminds me of a post you made a bit back, so I went and glanced at it and. You used the phrase "he values trust as far as he needs it" but I definitely don't think he has a very good perspective for all the times it's needed because I'd say "teaching children how to not die in a dangerous field job filled with fire and explosions you yourself have many times only survived by chance or unanticipated outside help also by chance" is definitely something that needs trust, if not his sake than for theirs.

well hindsight is 20/20, i'd argue his previous 5 years of teaching showed him he doesn't need trust to do the job and thats.... maybe... kinda.... like i don't agree but i can see his local rationality there? Thing is, Aizawa and I don't have the same job- we have maybe 1/6th of a same job. He's a homeroom teacher in a country with very different expectations of that role and as far as i understand it, its kinda weird he's later shown teaching content? (Hori is it too much to beg for some consistency or further elaboration on the plot device magic school)

that paragraph derailed, sorry- point is, Aizawa saw it as his job to keep the students alive, and did that by scaring them smart. As their homeroom teacher, the EASY and SIMPLE and NORMAL way to do that role would be to establish trust so they listen to your advice to not die but noooo. he decided to scare them, and then amp up stress so they'd listen to OTHER teachers (the ones actually providing the hero training and field practice stuff) more. After all, they'd look more honest and dependable in comparison. Considering that as far as we know none of his former students died in action, technically. technically he's doing his job sucessfully enough that he can argue he doesn't NEED trust/honesty here.

he's an idiot for doing it that way (and an idiot ignoring the other parts of the homeroom teaching purpose like. mental wellbeing and social emotional learning because he considers them less important) but still. this could really be fixed without even changing his attitude about trust and honesty if he just got some gosh darn teacher training

[impossibledial]

i’m so intrigued by dannyclara despite not shipping them. i think that relationship is an interesting addition to clara’s character arc and i’m still trying to to figure out it’s purpose.

[dairyfreenugget]

I could count the amount of original stories of mine that don't have horror elements on one hand and idk what that says about me

[thebadtimewolf]

why r u so mad about ppl preferring ten x madame de pompadour to ten x martha like ten/martha will never be a thing. ten don’t want anything to do with martha. he literally said to her face she wouldn’t replace rose… and she never did… isnt canon enough for you

hm.

im glad im only a scorpio on this alone. if martha deserved better than ten then so do all of em but anyway:

this ask is giving 2006/07 i dont want to see tenth doctor in a romantic relationship with a person of color because i can't project myself or relate to them if they arent the very thing being catered to me ever since the silent pictures vibes. u know the same vibe when rtd was told to not regenerate 14 in 13's clothes. just. Ick.

but im not mad. its just interesting for a ship so big as tenrose, it is usually correlated with hating madame de pompadour and/or joan and/or river [though in joan's case they hate her not because shes racist but because shes not rose]

though comics tend to release to combat that in multi doctor stories where they jump through various alternate universes of themselves where the doctor sees themselves settled down with dr. grace holloway (for 8th dr multi doctor stories) and professor melody williams/river song (for 11th dr multi doctor stories) where in those cases, they are frightful of the concept settling down at all. [take note that both times, he settles down in the same house that he owns bc of that unit paycheck on the dl] so i am curious that with this new drs, the equivalent of this would be 13 14 15 being terrified of settling down with rose because they had grown past her as this point.

i prefer the doctor in a polyromantic ace relationship than their umpteenth 🌟tragic heteronormative romance with yt human woman number 23445788764443356743🌟 i want 14 to sweep martha off her feet in pure joy and kiss her passionately while badmouthing tf out of 10 like 9 11 12 13 do with no filter before cradling her like a baby because hes about to crumble under his brand new identity complex and then take her kid to an amusement park and then 14 trips over a brick and dies. hell i rather have nina sosanya play a whole different lady in nod to doctor who recycles their actors trope as a way to introduce a love interest to 14

that amusment park one weirdly sounds like a 8th doctor audio. pls 🙏🏾 dont make it into one i couldnt handle schezro let alone the rest of his content. Empire of the Wolf made me so fucking worried for rose marion tyler like im just she back home 🫣. as for rose tyler from the sea devil universe still out about. whoop his ass. if billie come back as HER? MISS COVER MODEL MISS DICTATOR MISS EMPRESS ROSE?

NOT

i would love for ten to be strictly friends with the new miss empress rose. get that martha karma real quick ehehehehe after all rtd did say they need freema for somethin and im sure seeing 10 get treated the same way he treated martha by no other than empress rose herself -AND THEN EMPRESS ROSE FLIRTS WITH MARTHA??? FINGERS CROSSED??? im just saying that i personally will ride on that for 8 black history months and christmases straight like woo

also real glad it is collectively decided by every one that tentoo is just john smith not corin so yay thanks big finish and titan comics

[lesbiten]

would give anything to see emma-may's reaction to fiddleford telling her he's leaving her and tate for several months to live with ford