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shadowthief78 · 9 days
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shadowthief69 · 3 months
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“I like it, I like it,” Geto gasps, trying to entice you to do that again by pushing his chest up. “Can you… canyoufuckmenow?”
“I’m afraid I didn’t quite get that,” you say, going back to your agonizing groping.
He groans. “Please fuck me.”
“Better.” You give his chest one final squeeze. “How?”
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ruderubicante · 9 months
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I've been banned from healing in any and all circumstances.
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trainingdummyrabbit · 4 months
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anyway ishy is a seal or seabird, or perhaps a calico cat. 2 me.
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austerulous · 10 months
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Gentle reminder that I’m very slow and inconsistent both ic and ooc, and that the speed of my replies ≠ my interest in them.
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monty-glasses-roxy · 4 months
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Still haven't done a dive on creating the Plex/Plex animatronics' history, I got completely sidetracked by the fact my Storyteller colour theme bracelet is nearly done and I don't have a good button for it yet :(
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littlefang666 · 9 months
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W. Oaaaghghg.ggghh
It was not charged i am not as addicted as i frettwd
I amlost threw up on ashort puff *cough hack* i *shaking weak breath* took a puff a littlr puff
And yesterday i was GUZZLING i mean breathing IN INHALING that shiii and not even choking a lil like WEAk lil thangje
And now goD i didnt kn cough eheheyegh eck ehg
Jesus chrust i need to trust myself amen
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holographicbutch · 1 year
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You know I think the last time I felt Normal was back when my family could still take our boat to the coast. So when I was like. 10 years old lmao
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A/N ::: Roommate!Kats is on the brain who tells you he can hear you getting off to him in your room when you're so sure you're being quiet. He wants to show you how good he can fuck you and makes a bet with you that you're probably going to lose. Get your checkbook ready.
C/W ::: A bit of misrepresentation of the situation (but god who cares), Unprotected sex P->V, sex bet. *aged up Kats*
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Bakugo shrugs. "I don't care if you agree with me or not. I see how you look at me. I hear you at night sometimes. Bah! Who'm I kiddin'. I hear you a lot. 'Oh, oh god ... Kats ... fuck yes. Right - oh fuck - right there!' 'M not stupid." He realized what he'd just said and how he'd just said it. But he wanted to prove a point to you: That he knows you're solely after his cock.
You think it would be in your best interest not to argue with him. But he was being so presumptuous right now.
"How can someone who thinks so little of himself have such an ego, huh, super star? Jesus. I'm not saying 'Kats', I'm ... I'm saying ..." You squinted your eyes at him and pursed your lips. "... um, I'm saying 'THAT'S'. Not your stupid name. Arrogant much. Fuckin' hell." Your face was turning a few shades pinker the more your arousal puddled out of your cunt. Even looking at him while he has that angry snarl on his face. All you can think about is pulling his pants down and taking his cock all the way down your throat and sucking on him until his balls are so empty that he can't possibly squeeze out one more little microscopic particle of cum.
The thought made you shake your head and roll your eyes.
He stood there with his eyes trained on your little nervous tics in reaction to his comments. And to your filthy thoughts, that luckily, he wasn't privy to.
Yet.
He knows he has you cornered. Worse yet, you know he has you cornered.
You avoid his gaze and try to step around his large body. He's almost completely blocking the hallway of your small, shared apartment. "Goin' somewhere, puddin'?" Your body stiffens at the name he calls you. He pushes himself off of the wall so that he's standing directly in the middle of the way now. "Tell ya what, if you can get by me or somehow manage to move me, I'll shut up about this and we'll never speak of it again.
"You're full of shit, Kats. There's no way I could ever get passed you. You're practically taking up the whole damn area as it is and you're not even huffin' and puffin' yet. Look, I'm telling you, I'm not fucking myself and thinking about you. Just get over yourself. Now move, I want to go lay down."
He smirked. "Lay down." He said with air quotes. "Is that code for fuck yourself stupid while you're thinking of me? You know, I could just fuck you, roomie. You've been lookin' at me extra close these last few months. And what long months they've been. Huh?"
You hated him. The second the words 'I could just fuck you' left his mouth, your cunt clenched around nothing. You swear you felt a tear run down your leg from how sad and lonely the poor thing was. "You couldn't make me cum if I told you how to do it. Just ..." You pushed on his stomach trying to get him to budge. But you were only met with resistance. You weren't prepared for how hard his body was. Like, you'd seen it plenty of times when he's running around shirtless. Those damn sweats hanging off of his hips.
"Hnno-gaw." You made a noise that resembled something along the lines of "No" and "Oh my god." Neither of you knew what it was supposed to be. What you did know, is how fucking tempting his offer to fuck you and get it out of the way was. "NO! Goddamn it, Kats. M-move. Now!"
"I'm not goin' anywhere until you admit that you stuff that little cunt of yours full of your fingers and say my name. I'm off for the rest of the holiday, so I got nothin' but time. Balls in your court, loser.
You stood there glaring at him. Trying to come up with a rational reason why you shouldn't let him rail you. But you couldn't think of one. And that made you even more angry. "Fine." You said, throwing your arms up and then placing your hands on your hips. "I'll play your fucking game, Kats. I do masturbate. I say your name ... sometimes. But ... ugh. Are you happy?"
He had the most devilish shit-eating grin on his face. "Mmm, not ... not yet. I wanna hear all about what you do with your fingers."
You put one hand on each shoulder and got on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "I ... have ... toys for that." The way he gasped at your admission you'd think he'd never even heard of such a blasphemous thing in his life.
But it wasn't that.
No.
It was how he grabbed you and hoisted you up onto his hips and held you there by the fat of your ass. It was the way he kissed your neck and lips so hungrily like you were the first breath of fresh air he'd had in months. It was how he slammed you against the wall and smashed his groin against yours. And how you groaned into his mouth when you realized he was already hard.
You could feel his cock throbbing against your stomach, begging for release. "Shit." You whispered, breaking the kiss. "Katsuki, I - uh - I ... fuck. I've been thinking about this for a while. Oh god. I can't ... fuck. Ok? Yes! Yes I think about you when I'm stuffing my cunt full of toys! When I'm playing with my clit in the shower!"
He bit your neck and moaned. "So, so dirty. I ... I fucking love it. You have no idea how hot it is to know you get off to me."
You pulled back from the his lips, "Wait, I ... I thought you already ... knew?" He closed his mouth and wouldn't look you in the eye. "You little fuck! You didn't know?"
"What's it matter now! I mean, I was just giving you shit. But it is, y/n. Shit. It's so fuckin' hot." He slid his hand down to your cunt and felt how wet you already were. "Fuck. So wet. You want my cock yeah, huh?"
"Yes, Kats." You glared at him playfully and slid down the front of his body and followed him to his room.
As soon as you walked in to his space you were met with a wall of his smell. It was so warm and sexy; Sandlewood and Cedar. It felt strange to be in there with him. Almost like a dream.
But it was real.
You watched him strip down and get completely naked. His cock was ... really, really nice, to say the least. The head was so plump and swollen, you almost didn't want to take your eyes off of it. "Kats."
"What the hell are you lookin' at, dumbass?" He got on the bed and laid down. "Come over here and ride me. Let me see those tits bouncing while you fuck yourself on my cock."
You took your clothes off and crawled on top of him. He ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling your curves and how hot your skin was. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, roomie."
You sank down onto his cock and gasped. "Holy ... Kats! ... o- oh, fuck ... oh god, Kats. You're so fucking big." He moaned into your neck and let his hands roam all over your body.
"Let's make a bet?" He ran his tongue over your nipples and then continued his proposal. "I make you cum 3 times in 30 minutes and you pay my share of rent next month. I don't, I pay your half and electricity."
You were well on your way to having your first orgasm and he wasn't even doing anything special. "Mhm, mhm ... fuckfuckfuck ..."
He looked up at you and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Just - oh goddd, oh fuck, Kats - just shut the fuck up. I'll pay. I'll pay it anyway." You said as he flipped you over and showed you why it was worth your time (and money) to give him a chance.
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blackopals-world · 1 year
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~You're so Beautiful~
Marine Biologist!femYuu x Azul
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Yuu can't say she doesn't miss her old life. It was definitely different.
A home just off the rocky cliffs on the shore.
Albatross flying across the sky. A few Puffin colonies nested there.
Ma was always out at sea studying whale migrations. Pa was ornithologist who checked on his bird colonies. Yuu begged her parents to take her boat out to net fish for her studies.
Her family was good to her. Trips to coral reefs, scuba diving, and aquarium trips. They were always working and teaching so they did it as a family.
Yuu was over the moon when she could finally work as an assistant in the local aquarium. It was fun feeding dolphins and seal but Yuu true love was with octopi.
They were such tender and sweet little things to her. Smart too.
Yuu was smitten with them, even one that was brat who tossed shrimp at her after feeding.
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After her arrival in her new world she believed she fit in perfectly with those from Octavinelle. Having no magic however but a damper on that and finding out residence of the dorm were all mer even more so.
Yuu befriended Floyd by accident while studying coral. She actually liked being called Shrimpy and talked on and on about how shrimp were cool.
"Pistol Shrimp are so pretty and their punch is the most powerful in the world!" Yuu said excitedly as she leaned closer.
Floyd and Jade admired her bravery because no amount of squeezing or taunting drove her away. Especially when she found out they were eels.
"Can I see your teeth please!" Yuu begged as she affectionately examined their mouths.
Carefully she examined the rows of needle sharp teeth and took note of gapes. She was disappointed by the lack of a pharyngeal jaw. Jade told her they only have it in their mer forms.
Yuu was sated for a time but a few days later she made an outrageous request.
"Floyd can you bite me?" Yuu asked late one afternoon when the lounge was almost empty.
Floyd agreed almost immediately when Yuu offered her arm.
When the eel was only centimeters away a voice interrupted.
"Floyd what are you doing?!" The voice was none other then the reclusive boss Azul Ashengrotto. He was agast at what appeared to be Floyd attacking a student.
Yuu had to explain it was her idea and she just wanted to see if Floyd's bite had a anticoagulant agent which would cause her blood not to clot afterwards. Saying that Yuu realized she sounded insane but she had seen her Mom do stuff like this before. It was for research.
Azul having heard this stared at her as though she was the stupidest person he had ever seen. He took a moment to take off his glasses so he could properly pinch the bridge of his nose to show his irritation.
Yuu could only look at the floor feeling a bit foolish. She had never met Azul before so this was the worst possible introduction.
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Yuu could get past her embarrassment, but going back to Monstro lounge wasn't happening.
That is until the mess of Azul's overblot.
She had been trying to get the boys to not just destroy the contracts. The Tweels were her friends and she didn't want to cross them even in this situation.
When she saw Azul's overblot form her heart stopped. He was gorgeous. Of course he was handsome before but now he was magnificent.
She needed to see him again.
Following Azul's recovery Yuu followed him around asking him about his octo form. She pressed him with questions on his dexterity, his ink sack location, and his camouflage abilities.
When she asked about *ahem* his mateing practices he panicked and spit ink. His face turned red in embarrassment and shame as he realized that ink got in her skin.
He wanted to run but was frozen in place as she touched her cheek and when she pulled away it had drops of black ink.
"That's-"
Azul brased for her to yell at him for getting his disgusting ink on her.
"So amazing!!! So the ink sack is located in your throat or the back of your mouth?! That's so convenient." Yuu excitedly pryed his mouth open to get a view.
Azul tried to pull away knowing his mouth was filthy and his teeth were stained black with ink. Yuu however was probbing his mouth as she pulled his cheeks to get a good view.
The moment she let go Azul bolted.
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A few days passed and Yuu couldn't find Azul again. He was either sick or avoiding her but Yuu's lack of boundaries meant she didn't care about it either. In fact both reasons where perfect for study.
When she asked Jade about Azul's whereabouts he wasn't forthcoming. Not until Yuu layed on the charm plying him by stroking his jaw and hair. She even agreed to clean his teeth like a good shrimp. He drove a hard bargain even in this relaxed state but he agreed to tell her. Azul is isolated in his room and wasn't seeing anyone.
Once again Yuu lacked boundaries and immediately started knocking on Azul's room.
"Azul? I can to see you~" Yuu said in in a singsong voice.
There was no reply.
"If you dont answer I'll just come in anyway."Yuu changed her tone to be more serious now.
She was actually worried about Azul. He was distressed before and disappeared so suddenly. She didn't understand why he was so fidgety and scared around her.
She thought it was natural at first because that's how all the octopi were when she started taking care of them. But she bonded with them and she was their favorite keeper. They always wrapped around her hand and played with her when she was in the tank. When other keepers came they would spray water on them because they wanted Yuu.
Yuu just wanted to show Azul that she was a friend and that he was safe with her. Why did he run away?
No answer came.
Yuu opened the door. It was surprisingly unlocked and looked around Azul's room. It was tidy and looked very nice, but there was no sign of her friend.
Expect there was a large pot of water near the corner. Yuu curiously tried take a look inside it. Octopi loved dark and cramped places to hide in so of course Azul whould be here.
Yuu was of course right when a silvery white head of hair peeked out of the pot.
"Stop. Just leave." Azul sounded defeated and tired as he tried weakly pushing her away. "I dont want to see you."
His hand was a bluished gray with black clawlike nails. Just like when he overblotted. He didn't look Yuu in the eyes.
"Why? Do you really dislike me? But...I tried to hard...I wanted to be your friend." The corners of her eyes stung. She just wanted to spend time with him, to know more about him. "I really...like you Azul..."
Yuu had wanted to give things the benefit of the doubt. That Azul was just shy and would warm up to her and they would be close. She had imagined a day in her head of he coming to the lounge to sit, eat and talk with Azul all night. That he'd smile and laugh with her and ask to see her again. And in the darkness of the night she dreamed that maybe he liked her as more then a friend.
"I just dont want you to see me like this." Azul stated firmly. Azul knew that she had some sort of rosey view of him and wanted to do anything to not show it to her. Her curiosity was too much, Yuu would see his disgusting form and hate him.
He knew she would hate him and leave. She'd never come to the lounge again or smile at him from across the room as she gleefully talked to Jade and Floyd. Azul selfishly got jealous of them being so open with them. It was clear she liked Floyd. She even caved in to his damands to bite her. Azul didn't buy her excuse for a minute. Who would risk marking up such beautiful skin.
"I dont care! I just want to see you! To know you're okay!" Yuu bent down on her knees to sit at eye level with him. "Please, look at me."
Azul hesitantly turn to look Yuu in the eyes. He felt butterflies in his stomach as he saw the earnest and kind gaze she gave him.
"Don't look at me like that." Azul almost whispered as she smiled back at him.
"Like what?"Yuu asked as she moved her hand to caress his cheek.
"Like that, soft and gentle." He chosed his eyes as his hand held hers and leaned into her warmth. He couldn't resist the urge to sigh content in her hold.
"It's what you deserve." Yuu continued to stroke his soft cheek.
"You don’t know what I deserve." If Azul was honest with himself he wanted many things, but he doubted if deserved it. His overblot still lingered in his mind.
"Azul, come out please." Yuu pulled away and stood up as she reached out to Azul.
Azul hesitated. He really didn't want her to see him like this but he couldn't deny her.
Not having legs made it hard to leave to comforting confines of his pot. Yuu however had no intention of letting him off when she reached in and picked him up. That's right, she just lifted him. He wasn't small or lightweight but she didnt even notice. Years of carrying seals and dolphins made her stronger then she looked.
Azul turned purple when she didn't just put him down but sat down on his bed with him on her lap. Frantically, Azul moved off her as Yuu laughed.
Azul wanted to cover himself immediately when her eyes saw his lower half.
Her hand reached out cautiously to touch one of his ink black tentacles. She gazed up to see if he was okay when her hand made contact and he shivered.
More assured she let her fingertips feel the smooth texture of the tentacle before letting it curl around her fingers.
Azul used his hands to cover his blushing face.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Its almost not fair." Yuu spoke softly as if she was talking to herself. She wasn't lying, she believed that Azul was the most gorgeous person to exist. Vil didn't hold a candle to Azul.
"You don't find me gross?" Azul didn't believe her because if she was right than all those bulies who made his life hell were wrong. If they were wrong then they mocked him for nothing, that they were just cruel and he suffered for nothing.
"Who could ever find you gross?" Yuu pressed a kiss to Azul's temple as her hand ran up and down his back.
Azul buried his face in her shoulder as she praised and worshipped the body he found so detestable. Yuu sofly nuzzled his shoulder and kissed his burning neck as he whispered her love. Yuu stayed with him all night as he larned how deep that devotion was.
In the morning things were different for him. While he was still insecure of how others viewed him, Azul knew that he could trust Yuu.
Sure, she was a bit "enthusiastic" about sea creatures but she meant well. It definitely didn't stop Azul from getting jealous of any mer getting close to her and gaining her intrest. She would have to be satisfied with him and adore only him.
Yuu was used to this octopi where territorial by nature.
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antipasto-the-theif · 5 months
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Sam n darlin cont..!!
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you can find the first part below:
First half of the entire long ass fic is under the cut!
“Hey, darlin. I got all of your Cowboy memes, too. How’s the old 9-5 going?”
You gave a husky, short laugh and sighed.
“It’s…going. It’s fine. I’m happy tomorrow is my last day, though, and tonight is my last night.”
“Well,” that damn southern drawl… “I’m also pretty damn excited you’ll be home soon. Feels different without you, even for a week. Good food isn’t going to burn in the kitchen, for once.”
You could hear the smile, that sweet smile. “Yeah, it’s a plus that they cook for me here. Well, they don’t cook for me but I can eat out on the company card.”
He nodded, then quietly smacked himself because he felt fucking stupid for nodding. It’s okay, dumb boys break bones, not hearts. “That is certainly nice. I’m glad you’re eating well.” A comfortable hush fell over the call. You both weren’t phone people, but you sucked it up for each other. It was so nice just to hear his voice. Another lapse of silence later and you found yourself bringing up your own problems.
“I can’t sleep. I don’t know why, maybe it’s the bed. I just-I just haven’t really slept.” You swallowed, part regretting admitting to that. But, it was Sam, they’re your Mate, and if you couldn’t share that with him, then who?
He sighed, somehow with an accent, and took a second before responding. “I haven’t been able to sleep normally either. I think I’m so used to you in bed, rolling around, that I can’t comprehend a night without it. I guess I really am stuck with you, Darlin.” The joke landed but you both didn’t laugh a bit, because it was true. 
How had you not put that together earlier? Did you just not want to admit your overwhelming love for him? In all fairness, that was pretty on par for you; bottling shit up and loving him. 
“Hey. Could-“ fuck, this felt stupid-“could you maybe call me before you go to bed?” You licked you bottom lip and then bit down. Stupid need, really. You waited with bated breath for his reply, which felt like a million years.
“Sure, even a menace needs sleep". 
"Are-are you doing okay, though?” His voice dropped with rotten worry. Your back straightened and you squinted. “Yeah! No, I’m fine, yeah.” 
He contained a heavy sigh, instead opting to take a small breath. “Tank, it’s really fine if you want me to call you. Hell, I think I will anyway just for my own sake.”
“Okay. Thanks, Sam. Just call me whenever you can, I’ll probably still be awake anyways.” You smiled so so wide, happy and safe with him. 
“Alright, my Darlin, try and get something done, and please drink something other than energy drinks. I know damn well your Kidneys are crying.”
You laughed deep and even snorted, but you didn’t care. “Mmh, maybe, depends on how tired I am. And also, you didn’t say water, just not energy drink, so I could drink a vodka cran-“
“Darlin, don’t make me fly down there.”
You both chuckled, then talked about other mundane things. It wasn’t boring at all, though, it was nice to feel at home enough to be oh so happy just talking about his schedule. 
You weren’t waiting on edge for his call, totally not. You didn’t need for him to call, it was only a mild want. Sure, all night you’d thought about how much you missed his arms around you, or his hair brushing against your cheek, or his smile or slow kisses like honey. It was nearly 23:00 in the night and you could not bear to wait longer. With how late it was, you were worried for Sam because that meant he also wasn’t able to sleep. 
A buzz caught your desperate attention, and you definitely didn’t jump at your phone when his name popped up on screen. “Hey! Hi. It’s late, have you really not been sleeping well, too?”
“Yeah, I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Haven’t really Fed, either.”
“Sam! You need to eat, it been a week since you’ve eaten anything! Are you really doing alright?”
He shuddered a little, not from your tone but from the care. “I’m alright, Darlin, I’m hanging in there. You know, the usual. The clan had been going off the walls for this Summit, and Vince is still pretty stressed. Lovely is pissed at Will, and I can’t blame them."
“But anyway, how about you? What was your last full day?”
You flopped on the bed, stomach first. “Not great, but I’m glad it’s almost over. Who knew a week could feel so long, right?"  
“It’s stupid,” your voice growing oh-so-soft, “but at night I just kept thinking about how well we know each other. Now I live with you and can’t fucking sleep when I’m away.” A grin spread on both you faces.
“I still don’t know how I got the first date, let alone the first year."
“You sound like you need a hug, Darlin, and I wish I was there to give you one.”
Well, shit. Your heart just melted. In a fake attempt to ignore that horribly nice warm feeling in your chest, you retaliated with, “Who knew a week would turn us into lovey dovey shit talkers?” 
“We probably could’ve predicted it, in all honesty. You know what I was thinking about, though, is the time you decided it’s be a good idea to shift and run a lap in the woods without a partner.”
You shrugged with a knowing smirk. “Not a huge deal.”
 He shook his head and scoffed into a laugh. “Darlin, it was flash-flooding and after sun set. You showed back up home looking like a lost puppy. And an injured dog, too, little ‘I didn’t roll my ankle it’s just sore?’ Remember that?”
It was probably something to do with the shifting that made you bark out a laugh. “It was so worth the injury, though. I got to see the sun set during a flood! That was worth it, and that big talking coming from you, Mr. ‘I can’t have anyone getting even a little scrape on my watch.’ You wouldn’t have let me leave hurt, anyways.”
“Well,” he said, sounding oh-so put out upon, “I did say I’d take care of you, didn’t want to break a promise.”
“Awww.” You knew he’d be blushing. “I have the sweetest Mate of all time.” You rolled onto your back with a shit eating grin, and if it were an 80’s movie, you’d be toying with the phone’s land line cord like a school kid with a crush. 
“Oh, you menace. Big talk from someone who, when I kiss, I gotta squat five inches.”
You rolled your eyes at his incessant laughing. “I’m not even short, you’re just a giant.” A very sweet, comfortable, beautiful giant, sure, but he already knew that, right?
“I just can’t wait to be home, if I admit it to myself.”
“I know, Darlin. I can’t wait for you to be home, either.”
How long could it fucking take for people to de-board a plane?! It wouldn’t be so bad if you weren’t in the second to last row, but here you were, more impatient than you’d been your entire life. And then you had to wait even more for baggage claim, then you had to drive home thirty minutes, then you could finally see Sam and be home. It had only been seven days (the bastards had made you work the weekend), and you missed him more than you’d ever missed Quinn. What a comforting thought, to know what it truly was like to be in love.
The wait for baggage claim was a new form of torture, same for the drive home. The wait did give you time to think, and you had a few things to tell Sam. You couldn’t do that until you got home, but thankfully home was two minutes away. It was only about Midnight, so he’d be awake, too. Part of that made your heart ache, because he had changed so much about his life just for you. He kept awake and asleep the hours you did, met your friends, went to your pack meetings. You felt loved, of course, but also guilty for making him do so much. 
When had your eyes grown so tired and itchy? You blinked away any remnants of that thought and shook yourself awake, ready to open the door and find him. Your Mate. A few house lights were on, which was a comforting sight, he was up. And he was waiting for you. You didn’t know whether that last thought should make your heart feel warm or your stomach knot in guilt.
The door, unsurprisingly, was unlocked. A good thing because you saw your Mate all the sooner. He was at the sink, finishing up drying a few things when his ear proved at the door opening. His magical core knew it was you, but his first instinct was still to be on edge. He got over it quick, and he practically ran over to you. 
“Hey Da-“ you cut him off with (an uppercut end scene-) a hot kiss, throwing down your luggage and holding his face. The hunger of your mouth on his made it hard to work his tongue around yours, but he managed. “Well, Got damn. I guess you really missed me too, huh?”
They pulled away and swiped their bottom lip. “More than you’d think.” Both pulled the other in for a much needed, deep from the soul type hug. They could smell him, his hair and his skin and just him. He could smell all of them, too, their blood and their smile and their body wash. “I missed you,” they mumbled into his neck. He just brushed his lips against their scalp, sending pleasant shivers down their back. 
“I missed you, too. I can’t wait to fall fucking asleep, finally.” He laughed and held their waist with one arm. “I was able to stock up the fridge with some good food, so you can eat well your first few days back and not live off instant ramen.” 
Even though he said it as a joke, Their voice still wavered when they spoke next. “Always looking out for me. Sweet thing.” He hid his face in your hair, but you saw the flush escaping between the strands. “Awww, who knew I’d be so lovey on my first night back? I don’t see you complaining, though.” You blew a kiss up at him and he rolled his eyes sweetly. 
“I missed your little peanut gallery comments, and I missed making breakfast with you.”
You cut him off with another warm kiss, besides if you both kept up this back and forth, you’d be standing in the kitchen all night long. “I need a quick shower, then I’m all yours.” Sam nodded and let them go, and before they could stop him, he took their luggage upstairs. “Gonna be the death of me, Mr. Collins.”
You could hear his laugh from upstairs. He just had to Zip your baggage upstairs, what kind of Vamp would he be to not? He was back down just as quick, holding you just as quick. Your eyes widened and you flapped your arms in protest. “Sam, I can walk myself up the stairs. I’m fin-“
And look at that, you were in the bathroom. You playfully hit his shoulder and unlatched from his soft grasp. “I promise I’ll be quick, believe me, I want to sleep just as much as you do.” He nodded and let you go, departing with another needy kiss. You didn’t even see the smirk he gave you for turning so red. Nothing worth noting.
“I made sure your favorites were clean for when you got home. Also, your fuzzy socks, for my self proclaimed badass.” Sleep riddled eyes watched Sam pull your favorite pajama set from your side of the closet, as well as your heart print fuzzy socks he’d gotten for you. 
You reach for the offering and quickly changed into the set, feeling loved and loving. “Thank you, Sam. This is perfect. The only thing that would make it better is you. As a pillow. Or me as a pillow, both sound amazing right about now.”
He pulled you to his chest and back flopped onto the bed, curling you in close, kissing softly against your neck. You really and truly missed this so much, you just leaned into him and closed your eyes. 
“Someone’s blushing. It’s alright, Darlin, I am too.” Your eyes opened and you met his lips, rolling on your stomach to lay on his chest. For a Vamp, he was still warm, somehow. You didn’t care to question it, instead choosing to revel in the warmth. “Cozy?” You nodded into his shoulder, practically melting into him. He was dressed in a large hoodie and shorts, so he was extra comfortable as a pillow. 
His hand sifted through your mane, playing with the ends of your hair. Soft memories like this really made the shit worth shooting, you know? You already knew him so well, but an up close inspection couldn’t hurt. It was the best moment you’d had in a while, but something still didn’t feel quite right. You could feel the impatient pulse of your magic asking to be indulged in, but you really didn’t want to ruin the nice spell of the night.
To distract yourself, and because you frankly wanted to, you reached up and traced little patterns on Sam’s face, around the whiskers of his constant stubble and over his soft lips. “You pretending to put a face mask on me?” You giggled and continued tracing the small patterns, loving the way his eyes gently shut after a few minutes and his breathing slowed. 
But still, that supernatural nagging barked away, not quite talking the hint to be at peace. You stopped drawing nonsense on his beautiful skin, and he noticed the sudden withdrawal. At risk of sounding needy, he gasped a tiny breath and said, “Are you sure you’re alright? You seems a little tense. I don’t blame you at all, you had a very long week. Anything I can do to help?” The genuine worry and care in his bright eyes sent you over the moon, and cast a lump in your throat.
“Uh. I’ve maybe been ignoring it, but would it be okay if we did this while I was shifted? I get if you don’t want-“ his actions were certainly a fine piece of reassurance, but a little doubt still nested in your eyes when his lips pulled away. Being Sam, he noticed and sat up with you, taking your hands. 
“You normally go and catch that look when you’ve got something to say.” Knowing eyes bore into yours, and you can't help but give in. 
You started nervously. “When I was away, on the plane home, I was thinking about how my aura just feels lighter with you, and how I can feel you when you’re near me.” He nodded, trying to follow along, but confused we you were stating something obvious. “I know what you mean.”
You nodded and shyly met his gaze. “Right. And we’re both empowered, even though our magic behaves differently, we could still maybe…Bridge?”
Your lips pursed at how reticent you sounded, and at the anticipation of his thoughts. A few beats passed, mildly uncomfortable, to say the very least, before he answered. 
“I’d love to, Darlin. How should we got about it?” His voice sounded so soft, you could’ve cried. You both sat up fully and you gently took his hand. "I-I’ve not really done this before, not in a long time, anyway. Contact always helps, though.” 
The smile on his lips was small but accounted for, you both knew that. After clearing your throat of some random blockage that certainly wasn’t tear induced, you continued your soft ramble. “It just might be nice when one of us is away, so we can almost feel together again. Also, lots of empowered people do it, so why not, right?”
His hand cupped your cheek, wiping away the last bits of doubt with his nod. “Alright. How should we start?” That sent you into a full speech in your knowledge of bridging, the differences between empowered individuals, and he really was trying to listen, but you sounded so passionate. 
“Would it be weird if I kissed you right about now?” You halted your speech, nearing the end of it anyway, and snorted. “Yeah, a little. Do it anyways.” That little grin of his, when he went in. 
“Anyway, what were you finishing up saying? We should be really quiet and try and think of each other?” See, he could pay attention! You scooped his face and looked dead into his eyes. “Okay, yes. Let’s?” He agreed and placed his hands in yours, swallowing them up entirely. Sometimes you forgot he was taller than you, and it almost too you aback, though he was always a gentle giant.
You relaxed against him, both your eyes closed. His core was definitely active, as was yours, but there was still a barrier. His energy was so stagnant compared to your chaotic shifter core, it was hard to make them meet. You felt bad in part because of how taxing this would be on him, and because of how much you wanted this. You shouldn’t feel bad, but it was whatever.
“I think if I lead I can get there faster. Do you mind if I…” you scooted even closer than before and placed your hands to his chest, a smirk painting his face. “Shut up, you ass,” you muttered, trying hard to focus. 
Actually, you switched approaches. “Hey Sam, tell me a good moment we’ve had,” you said, eyes still sealed shut. He was quiet for a second but when he opened his mouth, you could feel the laugh that came beforehand. 
“Remember when you made Ash wear that his-awful Christmas sweater, the one with-“
“With the mirror and I made him face David! In my defense, Angel loved it. No regrets.”
You felt his head shake. “Menace. Remember when you had just got back from a late night pack run, and you came home covered in things, barreling through the door, yapping on and on? And I thought the house was being robbed by another wolf, you were so dirty I barely recognized you.” A wisp of laughter left your nose and blew in his neck. He took a deep breath in, starting to feel something at his aura. His eyes shadowed and he licked his lips. “Should up I keep talking?”
“Mmh,” was all you could mustered up, but he got the message. “I regret telling you I’m technically a Duke, that’s for sure.” You lost your composure for all of two seconds, red faced from holding back more laughter. He grinned and rolled his eyes, holding and stroking your waist. “I’ll never live that down, pun intended. You get so much joy outta teasing me, you’ll be a Nightmare at the Summit.”
“Damn right,” you said without breaking focus. “Feel anything? Any little spark?” He nodded. 
“Yeah, a little bit. I think it’ll work with a little more time, so I guess I’ll keep going."
“Well, you always insist on sitting me in your lap when you read, even though you’re so short. I will admit I enjoy it, being all close to you.” You actively had to fight the urge to throw a pillow at him. “Quit seducing me! I can’t pay attention, you cheeky lug.”
He let go and put his hands up, palms facing you in an innocent manner. “Alright, I gotta get you back once in a while."
“I remember when you insisted on dragging me in the middle of the woods at midnight for a date, the first real one, with the flowers?” He waited for your nod. “I thought it was a crazy idea, but I trusted you enough. One of my favorite memories with you, if I’m honest, if I had to pick one.” He paused and felt another small tap at his core, then another few. Warmth flooded his face and soul. 
“I laughed so damn hard I near cried, so did you. I remember how excited I was to see your smile, sweet thing. We weren’t home til sunrise, nearly, and you crashed on my couch.”
Something pooled in his chest, a combination of his melting heart in an Aura of fire. He stilled, holding gently to your waist, breathing deeply. He could feel your essence, your magic in him. “Darlin, is that it?”
You softly looked over and moved your hands to his neck. “Yeah, this is it. Are you okay? Do you need to stop?”
He shook his head and took note of your tone, so worried for him. “No, this is good. Different, for sure, but good. C’mere.” Arms wide like an invite you couldn’t decline, you snuggled your way into his arms again. A weird sense of heightened calm passed over you, an almost smooth feeling glides over your chest, letting you know that this was good. This was home. 
Now even when you weren’t home physically, you still always had a part of him. The Bridging would become more natural the more you did it, but for a first try, it wasn’t shabby. You’d been laying on him for a while, his legs wrapped around yours, before you felt the itch again. You just needed to shift. You hated pulling up from his strong grasp, but he was okay with it. 
“I reckon you can’t lay on top once you shift.” 
“Nah, is that okay? I-I can lay on my side if you want?” He shook his head and motioned next to his side. “I don’t mind being all warm. Good for my old, creaking bones anyhow.” You laughed with him, then sat up more and took off your clothes. 
A nagging voice told you to apologize for taking off the pajamas he had set out, but you tuned that out. Your aura was calling far louder. Once everything was off, you shifted quickly, a smile painting your muzzle.
“Someone’s happy.” His quip was met by a small bark. His legs were covered by your tail, mostly, which reminded you to make room for him. You thoroughly enjoyed being the big spoon, and having him lay on top was heaven, especially when you had shifted. 
You were mostly on the bed, only a leg or two hanging off, so it was comfortable enough. Sam happily scooted to lay on top of your upper stomach, lower rib cage. With all the fluff he couldn’t feel anything poking him uncomfortably, and you only felt the slightest weight of him.
Rather fast, he melted into your fur, legs around your tail, face buried in your chest. With the Bridging, tonight felt extra special, like the first time you’d ever done this. 
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shadowthief78 · 5 months
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Haunting the narrative? No, you misheard me. I'm hunting the narrative. Look, it's got a bloody trail from where I wounded it earlier, all we need to do is follow and finish it off. I hope this doesn't lead us down the tragic narratively-predestined paths I wanted to avoid.
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shadowthief69 · 1 month
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false dawn and folly
Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru/Reader (Jujutsu Kaisen). Historical AU, Human/fox immortal (inari) romance, mild yandere vibes, no sex (yet [perhaps next time lol])
Might rework this into something worth posting to Ao3 later on. For now, have this.
They say a god lives on the mountain by your village. They say he has hair like snow and eyes like the sky and nine tails, each as unblemished and silvershining as the next. They say he makes no noise when he walks and has a voice that can coax the moon down from the sky.
They say he uses the snow to cut his clothing and the starlight fills his cup. They say he talks with the wolves and dances on the frosted ponds and leaves in winter. They say nobody can ever touch him, that he flickers like an illusion or a candle's flame if you try.
They say some have met him. They say none have ever returned.
They say that there is another god, this one who lives in the shadow of the river that curls through your valley. They say you can find him where moss drips even on the driest summer days, where trees grow thick and twisted, where ruahes cluster and clog and turn the lively river to a stagnant pond.
They say he favors black, not white, and gold, that he wears his hair loose and combs it with the spine of a fish, bone-white against death-black. He rides a dragon and offers pearls to his favored and is sly and cunning and cutting.
They say he plays the biwa and on lobely nights, you can hear the in the echoes from the wolves. They say he favors those with blood to offer—their own or not, he doesn't care. They say he has teeth like daggers and an army of twisted shadows at his command, born from midsummer heat and festering flesh like maggots from rot.
They say a lot of things about the twin gods you are streched between, but you never pay much attention. Your family has more to worry about on nighta when the moon hangs low and fog clouds thickly around your house: the harvest, for one. Each year, the grain comes more sparsely than the last, and each year, you pull your blankets a little tighter, bank the fire a little deeper, and eat a little lighter to hunker down for spring.
Your little siblings have taken to wearing all their clothing to sleep. You make do in you old yukata from what feels like summer ages ago, the tucked shoulders long since let out, and an old kimono your mother can spare. The snow on the ground glitters darkly when you slide the doors shut, like a taunt, like an invitation.
It takes four weeks for the moon to once again hang full and heavy in the sky, four weeks for you to gather the courage to wrap rags around your feet and oil your bow and arrows. Your mother hands the last of the rice to you. Your father gives you his knife.
Your wolves bleed out from the empty space between the trees. Their paws make neither sound nor mark on the snow, their panting releases no breath, but you can see the heavy look in their eyes, the leanness between shaggy fur: they are hungry. You turn to look at your humble home once more, breath crystalline in the aching cold. It is time to hunt.
You have been stalking your prey for months, since the night of muggy summer you were ankle deep in the rice paddies, placing tender shoots and praying they would grow. Your wolves waited for you just out of sight, ringed by dark trees and wilderness. Someone caressed the back of your neck, hardly a breeze, followed by a giggle in the wind.
You, drenched in mud and coated with sweat, skin taut from the sun and throat parched, did not makr any move. The presence in the wind lingered for a moment; your pack tense and ready to dredge themselves into existance at your call.
You turned away and went to wash yourself in the river.
They say the fox-god gives prosperity and riches to anyone who may best him in combat. They say this god is young and playful and still mischevious, willing to humor those he favors.
It is the coldest and darkest part of the night when you stop by the gnarled tree halfway up the mountainside and clap yoir hands together to warm them. Your wolves offer no heat when they gather behind you, doubled over to pant for breath. Still, the wind ripples around then, not cutting through your meager clothing.
You meet the two fox-gods then, sitting in the moonlight with unfilled sake cups, mocking each other over petty quarrels and minor griefs. The forest clears, creating a clearing that was not there, a table set with food frosted over and dressed with lacquerware black as night and red as blood.
You have heard all they have to say about the two who play tug of war over your village—snipping over the rainfall in spring, the heat in summer, the harvest in autumn—and you know that there is no winning any battle against them both.
Their teeth gleam as they introduce themselves and usher you to the untaken seat, stone leaching heat from you. One of them throws his hakama over your shoulders, the other counters with his fur capelet, and both begin piling food onto your plate.
You hold your chopsticks with frozen fingers and try not to fear the eyes staring at you; one the color of heaven and the oher more familiar than your own soul. They bicker as you eat what feels like ice and tastes like embers.
What have you of value other than yourself? What can you bet on but their rivalry? What do you want but prosperity to this isolated valley?
They say there are two gods who share this village, one in winter and one in summer. They say the fox-gods are black as yin and white as yang, cruel one moment and indulgent the next. They say the two can never share, can never agree, can never compromise.
They say the two can talk to wolves and hunt the hunters, that they wrestle and fell the forest. They say the foxes were worse, arguing over the village itself before finding someone else to compete for.
They say no one has ever seen one and returned safely, all fallen or drowned or forced to wander until their wits have slipped away. They say once these two boy-gods have caught an interest, they sink in their teeth and never let go.
They say some have met them. They say none ever will return.
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ferinehuntress · 3 months
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Okay, I had a bit of a rough week, so I haven't been on my best mind or thoughts because of things.
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However, I do finally want to do a belated New Year's greeting and appreciation to some people who I think I want to say things about because they are the reason why I'm still on my blog and what has made my life beautiful.
I do not celebrate New Year's, however, I do believe in trying to look to the better, to hope for better. It is not about a new year and erasing everything that has happened, but having a chance to build yourself how you want to. I do not do resolutions nor do I believe in the idea of New Year's meaning kissing or drinking. It's a time to appreciate what you have and who you have it with.
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◈ @shimmerbeasts  ⋯  I would have never expected to have made such a powerful and impactful relationship with Miss T when I first met her. And yet, after six months, she has become not only my best friend but someone I consider family. I can't even imagine my life without Miss T now, it's like finding someone who is a long-lost sister, who understands me better than I know myself at times. I don't think there are enough words or phrases to express how much I truly appreciate her and her friendship, and I hope for many more months of enjoyment in our hyperfixations and the things we enjoy. <3
◈ @goldenfists  ⋯  Joo was such a surprise. We started talking over small plotting, and then suddenly, we bonded so deeply. Joo is a sweetheart and I love getting to talk to her about everything, from real life to plotting to so much more. Joo has a heart of gold, and I truly hope she gets to have so much more this year; new friends, new adventures, and I hope I get to be there to share it. <3
◈ @gauntlets-shot  ⋯  Royal is absolutely a sweet lady! While we do not talk often, I can say that she is one of the people I never get tired of seeing on my dash. I think she is doing amazing things with her college schooling. I always love getting to spaz on Discord about our stuff. <3
◈ @decidentia  ⋯  I have known Puffin long before I joined the League of legends fandom. I think it's going on a year in a half now that I have known her. She's a mom, I'm a mom, and we are both stressed with kids and life. I think she's one of the few people who understand the struggles of parenthood because she's always one too <3 Honestly, I would follow Puffin anywhere, because not only do I love her writing, but she as a person is a sweetheart. I really do hope for great things for you this year. <3
◈ @jynxd  ⋯  My empathic buddy <3 It's only been a few months, but Bli is amazing. they are sweet and kind, but easily understand my hyperfixations and excitement over things. Bli has so much in their mind and I love how they easily understand my mind thought processes and get just as excited over plots. I love our trio <3
◈ @ofspvrta  ⋯  Ikaros is someone I have known for..... three years now. Man, I can't believe it's been that long!!! They have my love of Assassin's Creed. I haven't written in the fandom in a long time, but it still has been our linking connection that made our friendship blossom! I don't regret anything, and now they are one of my closest friends through thick and thin. I don't have my other friend's url, Apis, but these two are probably my longest-known friendships from Tumblr who are still on Tumblr. We've been through so much and still, we hold strong <3
◈ @playgroundmonsters  ⋯  Ama is the sweetest, she has such a good heart and a good soul despite what the world throws at her. We both have similar struggles but she's been such a joy to have in my life and I have no regrets. From our threads to our talks, I hope I can continue to be here to help her as she has helped me. I'll always need her in my life <3
◈ @blackrosesmatron  ⋯  Lucy has so much love for her muses and her OC. She came out of nowhere and now I'm just like 'Yes, she is mine imma keep her' when I got to talking to her about Angelica. Lucy is such a sweet lady, she loves her muses as much as I love mine (if not more!) and I'm always happy to get to write with her. I hope things continue to get bigger and better for her.
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There are many more of you that I follow, though, that I appreciate and I truly hope that 2024 offers you opportunities and great things to come your way. I hope your health stays well and that everything you need is given to you. Never forget how important you are. I listed everyone I follow below, its a small list (I only have 30 of you guys XD)
@knifvd, @piltover-sharpshooter, @torntruth, @demacianhcart, @weavertali, @deadn30n, @elicertis, @valhiir, @naitfall, @runes-menagerie, @zaunseye, @rebelquilledl, @realmyths, @sheavoid, @spectrophobias, @lowlifetopfloor, @mcnagerie
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robot-horde · 7 months
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Rescue Botssssss Reactions
Episodes 16-18. BEE SHOWS UP!
“I dare me” made me laugh. A whole TV show with that premise sounds like myth busters but only the part where they blow things up
I hope all you stepped in was cake Chase
“I learned it from a cereal box” the idea of these bots reading cereal boxes. Are they that bored?
Kade in charge? Obviously that’s going to backfire.
Ok I was wondering why Charlie was being so serious about them not following.
“Earth decades old” very interesting allusion to how they measure time
Griffin rock has so many natural wonders. They’ve got it all. Artificial volcanoes, geysers, probably some other stuff they’ll randomly mention later
See this is a situation in which communication from the get go would have fixed this problem before it ever happened.
Chase being happy he’s finally told to disregard Charlie’s orders
Oooo does Dani have a crush?
Puffins. Another addition to the weird nature shit they’ve got.
Look at Cody go! Little survivalist!
The boat still floating 200 years later is hilarious. Only took four of them to move it AND they’re sailing it rn.
This is not how wood works.
“That’s not what I was thinking… until now” same Blades. Same
For a second I was like “are they gonna have this meteor have aliens? How silly”
I forgot the transformers are aliens
I take back what I said about that episode earlier where they were freaking out about aliens because they forgot they were aliens
I’m guilty now too
NEW BOT ALERT!!!! I REPEAT: N E W B O T A L E R T
It’s BEE!!!!! Beep beep beeping!!!
Yeah Blades that’s probably how I’d react meeting Bee too.
He looks like he has little elf ears. It’s also funny hearing him be called “Mr. bumblebee”
I’m just now noticing they only have four fingers.
“On the bright side this is a completely new experience!” I love boulders optimism
Kade saying this is how things should be with him in control
Ship ship shippity ship
Seeing viruses and just illnesses in general in transformers is so cool. Like they get creative with it.
Wow what a good catch Blades. Bumblebee on a hook
I keep wanting to call blades whirl
Are kids the only ones allowed to understand Bumblebee? Is that what it is?
AH THE BEE AND BLADES HUG. Dead. So cute
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austerulous · 1 year
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So I treated myself to a refurbished graphics tablet. 👀
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