#and my brain to mouth filter is nonexistent

[fettuccin-e]

Filthy Whispers

I absolutely hc that Steve motherfucking Harrington has a filthy mouth and doesn't even realize it,,, like he just gets so pussydrunk that his brain-to-mouth filter is just nonexistent,, so here we go besties (Tags: Steve Harrington x Reader, unprotected piv, size kink, hints of breeding kink and exhibitionism kink, fem!reader)

With his pretty doe eyes and soft hair and penchant for taking hapless kids under his wing, it’s easy to assume that Steve Harrington is as vanilla as they come. It’s easy to think that under the polo shirts and parental rolls of his eyes that Steve probably just likes it slow and steady, missionary and almost marital.

Anyone who assumes that is fucking stupid.

Steve likes missionary, of course, but it isn’t slow and soft, it isn’t ‘making love.’

No, Steve likes missionary because it means that he can fucking fold you in half, pressing your thighs against your tits while he hooks your calves over his shoulders. He likes being able to lick into your sticky mouth, your pretty lips gaping open over punched out moans while he fucks his fat cock into your dripping pussy.

And despite his stuffy upbringing, his polos and mother-hen tendencies, Steve Harrington has the filthiest mouth you’ve ever heard.

“Goddamn, baby, you hear that? Hear how this sweet pussy is sucking me in? Jesus, sweetheart, been thinking about you all day. Wanted to fuck you over the counter at work, just pull your panties to the side and slide my cock in,” he murmurs into your mouth. He doesn’t wait for any responses to his questions, he just keeps talking and talking while your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“You’d take me in, wouldn’t you baby? Take me all the way inside your little cunt? People would walk into the store, just wanting a movie, right baby? But they’d get a whole different show, sweetheart. Cause I wouldn’t stop; I’d keep fucking you even as people walked in, and I bet you’d scream sweetheart, God. You’re so fucking desperate to be filled up, you’d let me fuck you in front of strangers, anything to get to this cock, right baby?”

You nod deliriously, barely registering Steve’s words he stretches you out so good, reaching so deep inside. Your chest is heaving with the effort it takes to get air into your lungs, only for the air to get knocked out again by each one of Steve’s brutal thrusts. 

“Jesus, you’re fucking dripping, sweetheart. Just gushing over this cock, shit, you’re so fucking hot. Need this pussy all the time, y’feel so good wrapped around me. Wanna- wanna be buried deep in this cunt, all the time baby. Gonna fuck you all the time, sweetheart, just keep  you stuffed full with my cum, dripping out just to fuck it back in. Gotta get you off that birth control baby, so I can get you pregnant, fuck-”

Steve cuts himself off with a deep groan, almost surprised at his own words. You both knew you wanted kids, maybe in a few years, when you moved out of your shitty apartment and bought a house, maybe got a dog. But the thought of you, all swollen and heavy with your kid, fuck, it’s got Steve lightheaded. 

You sob as Steve somehow starts to shove himself in harder, tears streaming from your eyes as you claw at his back. “Steve, Steve, I can’t- It’s too much, oh god-”

“Fuck yeah, take it baby,” Steve mutters. He snakes a hand between you to rub your clit, chuckling like the bastard he is when your hands shoot down to grip his wrist tightly, stopping his motions. “C’mon, baby, why aren’t you letting me play with you? Little pussy is just begging for it, clutching onto me so well. She wants me to fill her up, right? You want it baby, I know you do. Shit, I’ll get you all heavy and pregnant, keep you at home while these pretty tits,” he leans down to bite one of your breasts, bouncing with the force of his thrusts, “get all filled up with milk. Shit, and you’ll just be ready for me all of the time. I’ll fuck you when I get home from work, every night, filling you up with cum while your stomach just gets bigger and bigger.”

Steve resumes playing with your puffy clit, even as you try to hold his hand steady. “You wanna be my little housewife, baby? I know you do, sweet girl, fuck.” Steve doesn’t even fucking feel like he’s real anymore, only existing to fuck you full, breed you up. He feels like a fucking animal, ruthless and barbaric as sweat drips down his forehead and his hips drive forward to claim you in the most primal way he can imagine.

“Gonna- gonna fill this pussy up. My pussy,” Steve grunts, “You’re mine right, baby? Say you’re mine.”

You barely have enough sanity to respond, “Yours, Steve. ‘M all yours.”

“That’s right baby. You’re mine. And I’m yours, you got that? I’m all yours, every part of me. My body, my mind, my soul, it’s fucking yours. God, you’re so perfect, so stunning, can’t- I can’t believe you’re mine, my perfect fucking baby, Christ-”

You open your bleary eyes to see Steve above you, eyes clenched shut, still mumbling. You know Steve, you know that sometimes he starts to spiral when he gets like this, all overstimulated and cock aching as he tries to hold off for you, the hot clutch of your cunt too much for him to bear. You reach a hand up to clutch at the hairs on the back of his head, smiling softly when his eyes snap open.

“Fill me up, baby. Want you to stuff me full with your cum, stretch me out till I’m gaping for you. Fuck Steve, I want you to own me.”

And Steve whines, high-pitched in the back of his throat, before he buries his face in the crook of your neck whispering, “God, you’ve got a fucking filthy mouth, baby.”

And you almost laugh, you would have, if Steve didn’t snap his hips at just the right angle, jamming the head of his cock right into your sweet spot. Steve, calling your mouth filthy. It’s almost comical. But you know that Steve barely even realizes what he says to you half the time, too lost in the sopping hot wetness of your cunt to filter his words. His mouth just runs when he fucks you, unfettered, giving you a glimpse into his deepest thoughts of you and your pretty body.

“Cum, sweet baby,” Steve whispers. “Gotta feel you squeeze around my cock, wanna see you fucking scream.”

And you have no choice but to follow his orders, screaming as you finally cum, pussy fluttering around Steve, still hammering deep into you.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy. Gotta, gotta get one of those video cameras, yeah? Gotta film you falling apart like this, fuck you while we watch it, you look so pretty, oh fuck.” Steve’s eyes clench shut again as his hips still, spilling his cum deep into your overstimulated pussy, gasping out your name. 

He slumps heavily on top of you, meeting your lips in a gentle kiss. You giggle at him softly when he looks up into your eyes, his cheeks all flushed and eyes sleepy.

“You think we’ve got enough money right now for one of those new camcorder things?” Steve whispers, moving to lay next to you. You wince minutely as he slides out, and Steve lays an apologetic kiss on your shoulder before he tugs you close to him, your bodies melding together.

“Stevie, baby,” you say, brushing a hand through his soft, albeit sweaty, hair. “If you keep fucking me like that, I’ll buy you ten camcorders.”

#this is what happens when i write while ovulating #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #stranger things x you #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader

[bitchin-beskar]

NSFW 11 & 60 with Paz

ooooh anon I forgot for a hot second about my prompt lists!! I love this combo so damn much:

#11: "Sit on my face immediately." #60: "Your tongue? Incredible. 10/10, would recommend."

read the request below the cut!

Tipsy Words are Sober Thoughts

Rating: lite M (discussion of mature acts) Words: 1k Paring: Paz x Reader

You might’ve had too much to drink. Maybe just a bit. Because your brain-to-mouth filter was not engaged and your friends were heading from the giggly side of drunk to the horny side of drunk and Paz, the man you had just about the biggest crush in the galaxy on, was here too.

He was engaged in his own conversation too, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to hear the things going on amongst your friends and you were trying desperately to hold onto your shreds of dignity.

You’d been spaced for the majority of the conversation so far, so when Nei’a suddenly fell into you as she leaned across your seat to grasp and flail at Din’s arm, you squeaked in shock and fell back, almost off the bar stool you were perched on at the kitchen counter.

A large warm hand centered over the small of your back, steadying you. You very pointedly try not to look at Paz, as you knew he’d been the one to catch you and your poker face when tipsy was nonexistent.

“You guys!” Nei’a squealed loudly, making you wince slightly at the pitch. “Inquiring minds wanna know!” She pinned them with an impressive glare for a tipsy Twi’ who wasn’t even five feet tall. “Do you give good head?”

You quite suddenly thanked the stars that you hadn’t taken a sip of your drink, because instead of choking on the air, you would’ve done an impressive spit take. Tavi snickered at you from across the counter, and you flipped her off while you were slowly dying. This was very much not something you needed to be thinking about, better reserved for private fantasies when you were alone in your bed.

Din and Paz both seemed to be struck dumb as well, which was a comfort to see that you weren’t the only one embarassed by the situation. You’d normally have made fun of them, except you were trying to avoid any and all attention from your traitorous friends who all knew exactly how you felt about Paz.

Unfortunately, Tavi had honed in, and after Paz and Din spent an impressively long time sputtering, she chimed in.

“We’ll, we all know how close you are with Paz,” she drawled, her eyes boring into yours even as you mentally began to scream at her. “What do you think? Think he’d give good head?”

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

The whole room when quiet as everyone stared at you, even Paz the damn traitor. You turned too look at him, and he looked so damn curious you couldn’t stop it. Your eyes went wide, and your mouth opened without your permission.

“Your tongue? I-Incredible, 10/10 would recommend.”

Your friends all exploded into raucous laughter, and even Din began to chuckle, and you simply buried your face in your hands, far too embarassed to look any of them in the eye. However, you missed Paz looking at you contemplatively, which wasn’t missed by your friends.

Thankfully, the conversation moved on, and one of your friends decided to throw on some music and start an impromptu dance party. You didn’t quite join in, leaning against the wall and instead watching the rest of them throw their bodies around in a manner that only vaguely resembled dancing.

You were lost in thought, so the gentle touch to your shoulder surprised you. You turned to see Paz towering over you, his face very carefully neutral.

“Can I talk to you? Privately?”

Your stomach dropped, and you felt your heart begin to race. You simply nodded, unable to speak around the lump in your throat. He gestured for you to lead, and you belined for the guest bedroom, suddenly wanting to get as far away from everyone else for this inevitably disaterous conversation.

He followed you into the bedroom and shut the door behind him, locking the door before he turned to look at you. You perched carefully on the edge of the bed, making a concerted effort to look up at him, and not down at your lap. His expression was undreadable, but very intense.

You opened your mouth to try and apologize, or explain yourself, but Paz interrupted you before you could.

“Sit on my face.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

He stepped away from where he was leaning against the door, stalking forward until he was looming over you, looking so much bigger from your angle sitting on the bed. He slowly reached out with one hand, fingers brushing your jaw as he tilted your head up.

“I want you,” he said, voice low and sending heat curling into your belly. “To sit on my face. Immediately.”

Your mouth fell open, and you stared at him in shock. You can’t have possibly heard him correctly. There’s no way that Paz Vizsla was asking you to sit on his face. This couldn’t possibly be your life.

“If you’re gonna give a recommendation on my skills, I think it’s only fair you draw from personal experience, don’t you?” His cocky little smirk made you squirm, simultaneously loving his attention and also feeling absolutely mortified. He had to be joking, right?

“Y-You don’t have to,” You stuttered, trying to offer an out. “I don’t w-want you to feel o-obligated, o-or,”

Paz pressed his thumb against the flesh of your lower lip, effectively shutting off your protests. “Obligated? No little one,” he murmured, his gaze darkening as he gently pressed his thumb against the seam of your lips, an approving look in his eyes when you parted your lips and allowed him to press the pad of his thumb against your tongue. He groaned softly when you closed your lips around the digit and began to suck softly.

“I’ve spent many nights dreaming about what you might taste like. Will you allow me to discover if my dreams accurately reflect reality?”

#sleepover! #lynn's sleepover #request #prompt request #asks #asked and answered #anon ask #paz vizsla #paz vizsla x reader #paz ask

[fairytail-multishipper]

Dragon Slayer Hcs because these fuckheads living in my brain

Natsu:

Birthday is November 24 (♐️), he and Freed share a birthday

Igneel didn’t know his birthday, so it was always celebrated on January 1 with the new year

Demirose

Genderfluid, uses He/They/She/It

Autistic

Red scales with a orange gradient where his scales have been damaged and light red undersides

Black scales along spine that help him absorb sunlight, which energizes him

Scales along knuckles, spine, cheeks, top of firearms/shins, and side of his thighs

Fangs and claws are wide and slightly curved to devour/control fire

Stronger sense of smell than the others

Eyes are green, but turn orange when using magic

Sclera are yellow

Elongated ears angled up

Early riser, needs heat and sunlight, up with the sun

Tongue is rough like sandpaper

Body uses more magic in colder areas

Energized by heat and sunlight

Extremely high body temperature

Can sense heat signatures

Burns things on accident a lot, he’s a walking fire hazard, needs to be kept away from furniture

Fire fucked up his tastebuds at a young age, needs flavors to be extremely apparent or he can’t taste it

Hair deepens in hue in Dragon Force, almost red

Gajeel:

Birthday is April 15 (♈️)

Identifies as Greysexual

Transman, He/They/Neos

Autistic

Blackish/silver scales that are as hard as iron

Scales along arms, legs, hands, face, and back/spine

Piercings aren’t just there for looks, they spike up when scales fold over skin, making little spikes

Can shuffle his metallic scales around his body as needed

Two sets of fangs, one behind the other because he’s eating metal, large and strong fangs

Eyes are red, sclera are yellow

Elongated ears angled down

Night vision, got even better after eating Rogue’s shadows

Always more of a night person, after eating Rogue’s shadows he became more nocturnal than before

Tongue is covered in scars from scales on roof of his mouth, as well as eating metal

Extremely thick skin, literally, hard to break and leave scars

Had trouble with his sense of feeling, especially in his hands, textures are almost nonexistent in his fingers

This means he can be extremely hurt without noticing, like grabbing hot metal and burning his hands without knowing

Lungs are extremely hard to listen to thanks to the metal outlining them, sounds like he’s barely breathing

Hair turns silver-ish in Dragon Force

Almost always bites through silverware when eating regular food, he can’t help it

Extremely heavy, weights a ton because he’s covered in iron

Wendy:

Birthday is January 13 (♑️), yeah, i think wendy was actually older than sting and rogue before tenrou (by months but still)

Ace Lesbian

Transgirl, She/They

Autistic

Most dragonic looking of main seven(7) for reasons you’ll have to find out in my rewrite

White scales with pale blue undersides

Scales across cheeks, hands, arms, thighs, and back

Tuffs of white feathers behind ears, and on her joints

Digigraded legs below knees into four-toed talons (feathered)

Wings mixed with scales and feathers

Her feathers can stand up, which helps her know where to direct her magic when healing others

Smaller fangs than the boys, more towards the back of her mouth so that she can more of a direct air flow, very sharp fangs to slice through the air

Stronger sense of taste than the others

Nictitating membrane like a lizard

Eyes are golden yellow, sclera are a more pale yellow

Elongated ears angled down

Thrives in high places with thin air, hates humidity

Healing ability is even more accelerated than the others

Lungs filter oxygen faster than usual

Dangerous to be around during allergy season, powerful sneezes

Hair/eyes turns magenta pink when in Dragon Force

Laxus:

Birthday is April 5 (♈️)

Demi Gay

Transmasc Demiboy (They/He)

Autistic

Dragon Lacrima works a bit differently in my rewrite

Dark gold scales

Light blue scales down his spine

Scales cover forearms, spine, and shins

Tuffs of grey feathers on joints

Long fangs/claws to help conduct electricity

Eyes are orange but turn electric blue when using magic

Sclera are yellow

Lightning is constantly stuck in the back of his throat, tickling the scales in his mouth and making him cough and clear his throat regularly

Lacrima keeps him healthy, if he uses too much magic it’ll make his immune system plummet

Elongated ears angled up

Gives off static electricity even without meaning too

As technology advances without the need of lacrima, Laxus short-circuits pretty much anything electronic he touches

Can create thunderstorms when feeling intense emotions

Erik:

Birthday is November 2 (♏️)

Demi Bi

Transman (They/He)

Autistic

Dragon Lacrima works a bit differently in my rewrite

Deep maroon scales with bright yellow along spine

Scales on forearms, spine, and shins

Thick but hollow fangs and claws full of poison, very brittle and easily broken

Stronger sense of hearing than the others

Eyes are purple, sclera are yellow

Drinks the pollution in the air

Elongated ears angled up

Split tongue like a snake

Can take any medicine when sick, nothing works on him unless it’s magic based

Sting:

Birthday is March 30 (♈️)

Demi Gay

Transman (He/They)

Autistic

Dragon Lacrima works a bit differently in my rewrite

Shining, shimmering, slightly illuminating (in the dark) white scales

Scales along arms, legs, hands, face, and back/spine

Tuffs of white feathers at joints

Large and curved fangs, also hollow and can suck the white out of things (vampires in adventure time)

Eyes are blue, sclera are yellow

Has night vision, but his is the worst of the group, luckily his scales slightly glow

Early riser, needs light, up with the sun

Energized by the sun/light

Scales absorb sunlight

Elongated ears angled up

Rogue:

Birthday is October 31 (♏️)

Ace Bi

Nonbinary (They/Them)

Autistic

Dragon Lacrima works a bit differently in my rewrite

Gradient dark grey to black scales

Red scales along spine

Scales along arms, legs, hands, face, and back/spine

Feathered black scales on shoulders but no tuffs

Short and wide fangs towards the back of his mouth

Eyes are red, sclera are yellow

Practically nocturnal, the sun is his enemy

Has the best night vision of the group

Elongated ears angled down

Colorblind, sees mostly in black, white, and dulled-grey like colors

Hates eating shadows of people, says it feels almost like cannibalism

Also refuses to eat Frosch’s shadow

Serena:

Birthday is September 15 (♍️)

Pan Ace

Genderfluid, Any pronouns

Autistic

Dragon Lacrima works a bit differently in my rewrite

Scales unfold almost like a rainbow thanks to his eight dragon lacrima anal beads (rust orange, medallion gold, bright gold, sage green, sea blue, silver, white, and black)

Scales on forearms, spine, shins, and tops of feet

Peacock like feathers on joints (medallion gold, bright gold, silver, white, and black)

Extremely large and thick fangs/claws

Eyes are blue but change color based on what element he’s using

Sclera are yellow

His body honestly doesn���t know what the fuck it’s doing

Usually goes barefoot because of his Cavern Dragon Slayer magic, resulting in extremely calloused feet

Elongated ears angled up

Muscles tense after being still for too long, sounds like something is breaking when he starts to move again

His lungs are a mess, you can’t hear anything if you tried to listen to them

Irene:

Birthday is September 3 (♍️)

Greysexual Lesbian

Genderqueer, Any Pronouns

Autistic

Can switch between her true form (dragon) and her human form at will, but being in her human form for long periods of time will inevitably begin to transform back into a dragon

White undersides with crimson red scales, if left unaddressed

Tuffs of red feathers on joints, if left unaddressed

Thick and wide fangs/claws

Originally had brown eyes but after turning into a dragon her eyes are a pinkish-red, sclera are yellow

Body is mostly numb

More comfortable in her dragon form than her human form

Elongated ears angled down

Only looks psychically her age because of stress and pain in her human form

All:

Ten (10) pairs of ribs instead of 12 to help expand lungs for breath attacks

Claws are strong like bone and grow out of nail beds

Multiple sets of teeth ready to grow in within days of loosing teeth

Teeth always grow back stronger

Faster healing compared to other magic types, especially god slayers

Extremely heightened senses, though some of them have better senses than other

Extremely mobile on all fours, almost like that’s the way their body wants to be shaped

Scales on the roof of their mouths and down their throats as well

Elements begin to grow in their lungs and need to be expunged

Night vision

Age extremely slowly and will outlive all of their loved ones unless death comes unnaturally

#xvi speaks #sfw headcanons #dragonslayers #natsu dragneel #freed justine #lgbt headcanons #gajeel redfox #wendy marvell #laxus dreyar #erik | cobra #sting eucliffe #rogue cheney #god serena #irene belserion #burns tw #injury tw #body horror tw #i guess #spoiler but i’m not gonna be nice to wendy in my rewrite

[kitchenisking]

its Friday! im pretty sure that Christmas break has started so to everyone who's home snuggle in and enjoy some stories!😘

Batman Band-Aids by the_flawless_four - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 61186, sterek)

It wasn’t uncommon for Stiles to call Derek’s number, even if it was his old one and he never responded to any of his messages. But now Stiles can't stay, he needs to go. He's breaking, he's broken. Living in his house, driving his jeep, trying to save the town that's been beating him down for years with the death of his father over his head, he can't do it. He calls Derek, not thinking he'd actually get a response. But one way or another, Stiles is leaving.

Derek comes for Stiles when he calls.

Derek has been healing from his own loses, and now he's helping Stiles.

We Play In The Shadows by words_reign_here - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 40729, sterek)

"This is my dad, Stiles." Emeri said and patted his belly. Emeri did not know what personal space was. "This is my godfather, Scotty." She said and patted Scott next. "This is my godmother, Allison." Emeri lowered her voice, "She works with Pops. She's a deputy." Mr. Hale nodded seriously, his full attention on Emeri. "And this is Lydia. She let dad borrow her uterus for nine months. But she's not my mom. Well. Biologically she is, but she doesn't have the legal rights." 

Stiles put a hand over his face and sighed.

I See You Better by theroguesgambit - (Rating: T, Words: 4686, sterek)

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

'cause you gotta survive by jacyevans - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 17219, sterek)

Stiles is a master at pretending he’s fine when the opposite is true. On the cusp of a breakdown, he falls into a relationship—and in love—with Derek. An injury courtesy of Beacon Hill's monster-of-the-month and a heat of the moment confession force them to re-evaluate their entire lives, including their relationship with each other. 

Stiles starts to build a new future, piece by painful piece. But that future isn’t complete without Derek.

My Alpha by IntoTheAbyssWeGo - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 14672, sterek)

He didn’t want this. Had never wanted it. He wasn’t supposed to be the alpha. It was all wrong and had been wrong right from the very moment he laid eyes on Kate fucking Argent. Unable to hold back a whimper at that thought, he clutched his arms more tightly around his head. 

Stiles. Of course, it was Stiles. Stiles whom he had treated so horribly all of these years. Stiles who had gone from annoying and hyperactive and unbearable to funny and interesting and reliable. Stiles who never let him down. Stiles who always had a plan and could see the whole picture. Stiles who led everyone when Derek couldn’t. Stiles should’ve been the alpha. 

Should've been his alpha.

Hot Boxing by Sam_Haine - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2613, sterek)

Derek fulfills Stiles' fantasy of getting fucked in the back of his older boyfriend's car.

A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous - (Rating: Mature, Words: 25195, sterek)

He would stand by Stiles’ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend. In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better.

~*~ Or, Stiles is a prince and Derek is his knight.

Drunken Words I said Last Night by i_might_be_in_over_my_head - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2717, sterek)

Drunk Stiles was the funniest and most annoying thing at the same time. Funny because his almost nonexistent brain to mouth filter completely disappears and he loses all concept of person space. Annoying for the exact same reasons. 

Derek was standing in the middle of his loft watching as Stiles danced to music he had brought along with him. He showed up at Derek’s loft about an hour ago with a bottle of whiskey and his portable speaker and announced they were having a drunken dance party.

From This Moment by SylvieW - (Rating: Mature, Words: 16711, sterek)

After discovering Derek is pregnant, Stiles offers to be his “Pregnancy Buddy.” On top of the usual difficulties of carrying a child, Stiles has to navigate Derek’s emotional turmoil from the traumatic event that conceived the baby, and his own feelings that he’s developing for Derek.

Love Story (Stiles' Version) by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 6413, sterek)

"I got prego. Just like you wanted."

Stiles Stilinski receives a rather unexpected text. Questionable life choices ensue.

#stiles x derek #stiles stilinski #sterek #derek hale #fanfic #fanfiction #ficrec #kitcheniskingficrecs

[witchofthesouls]

if the resident giant human were to (per se) be a professional cuddler, i imagine it would help the crew leaps and bounds (or those willing to put aside their skepticism and get a snug when they’re feeling down or just need a hug from a bud). how do you think this dynamic would go down? i’ve had this idea in my head for a bit since ive always wondered how cuddling would go down with frame differences and kibble and such

(Heads up, I took this more as a Reader doesn't mind physical affection or direct contact and the crew ran away with it.) 

It’s Rodimus that started it. Really. The captain is very much a flirtatious sort. Very physically affectionate, this captain is. Quite loud and absolutely bombastic. You’re genuinely surprised that neither you nor him ended up in each other’s habsuites earlier. Not surprised that alcohol was involved, though.

You and he are your newly acquired couch that’s suited for your size and comfort, complete with soft cushions and blankets, trying to sober up with varying levels of success. Rodimus is sprawled all over your lap as you surf something to binge on the current galaxy’s version of Netflix. Rodimus, under a haze of comfortable softness that’s your thighs and brain-mouth filter rendered nonexistent after pounding it hard, asks if you could rub his helm. Too amused that his very frame is hiccuping, you did just to see the results. 

Somewhere after the fourth episode and your hand wandering down to his spoiler for its own pets, Roddy sprawled across your lap and knocked out, engine rumbling idling in a low purr, armor relaxed enough to fully fit your hand underneath to touch protoform. This guy is a heavy son-of-a-bitch, so you’re pinned there until morning.

You find out that mechs can drool and Rodimus is one of them. You also find out that his spoiler can flex on its own and seems to droop whenever you stop petting.

Even before the Incident that led to your acquired giant status, Tailgate is delighted over the fact you're a willing participant in social exchanges of direct contact. He's very affectionate and friendly on the physical scale compared to the rest of the Lost Light crew.

Tailgate hailed from a bygone era where a nuzzle could be a sincere gesture of appreciation. He doesn’t mind close physical contact. The mini was one of the very few mechs that allowed you to hitch a ride on his shoulders or boost you to a counter if there wasn’t a platform available. Something tells you he either has prior experience with smaller lifeforms or he’s that considerate.

Your couch seems to get far more action after the giantification process. Much less sex than you thought, but no less fun.

Tailgate absolutely is doooooown for movie nights. He has snacks, drinks, pillows, and blankets. He even managed to convince Rewind (didn’t take much) and Swerve (took less effort than Rewind) to join.

The couch is crowded. Tailgate is confused by the plot but having a blast by your side. You’re glued to the screen. Swerve is trying to play it cool but failing on your other side. Rewind is on the arm and is completely fascinated by the entire byplay.

Despite his embarrassment, Rodimus does come back to “Netflix and chill” on the couch. You pop in a marathon or a director’s cut of an already long-ass film and pat your thighs for him to lie down on them.

Humans do have an electromagnetic field. They don’t have the capabilities like Cybertronians to expand or shrink or the emotional filter. It has a chaotic rhythm and strangely pings as “honest” to them.

Rodimus manages to convince Drift to join and somehow you’re the one that’s sprawled across their frames. The captain has your legs and the TIC has a pillow on his thighs with you resting on it. 

Rodimus has a thing for action comedies and isekai anime. Drift, on the other hand, enjoys horror. Rodimus is grasping your knees and calves as you and Drift casually make light-hearted bets on the characters’ deaths. The swordsmech has a tendency to absentmindedly play with your hair and is the most relaxed you’ve ever seen the mech.

Drift isn’t unaware. He’s surprised that you allow them a lot of leeway. Doubly so since Rodimus is fond of you. The neck is one of the few areas that’s exposed in some way or some form; there’s a reason why medical berths do have ways to brute force into a Cybertronian’s frame to immobilize and access their innards. No one likes being put in a vulnerable position.

Human bodies are confusing. And so are Cybertronian frames. Intellectually, you know certain appendages can be sensitive. Hell, even considered a major erogenous zone. But sometimes you goddamn wonder how the hell it works whenever Ratchet applied “blunt force therapy” to his finicky medic hands that mecha swear to their jaded sparks that sucking on those fingers could blow a medic’s processor out, or side-eye Bluestreak’s ability to bump his doorwings into objects and surfaces without screaming.

So far, you notice forged medics enjoy being the big spoon, and really, really enjoy having their servos on your belly or tucked into your side.

They can pick up your biochemistry and it's filtered as pleasant white noise rather than activating diagnostic routines. In addition to your natural warmth and softer flesh, it’s quite relaxing to simply wind down and drift away.

You find out that kibble and wings can take damage. Sensors and pressure sites and nervecircuits are dispersed in a certain way across those appendages to factor environmental variables; plus, mecha are able to control their sensitivity and sensation input.

Smokescreen and Bluestreak teach you how to massage them. Where to knead, how much force to apply, what kinds of polish and oils to use, and so on. 

Bluestreak prefers a deep-tissue equivalent. While the base looks complicated (because it is) with hinges and pulleys and interconnected cable systems attached to not only plating but to their protoform as well, it’s a tricky, yet simple thing to navigate. You need the powersuit for his massage since your bare hands, even at their roughest, can’t get the right amount of force and friction. Long and strong strokes across his back. Short and sharp strokes to get out the rougher tension. Hands flat as you harshly knead or carefully punch the base to “reset” it, and carefully work your way up the panels and edges and seams to get the connected suites and sensors. Your field leaves a pleasant buzz on his doorwings as they reconfigure.

Smokescreen prefers the joints in his wings getting worked over and over by your bare hands. Skin feels like a very supple, flexible protoform. The repetitive movement and “gentle servos” make it easy for him to relax and unwind.

Trailcutter finds out you make a really great teddy bear. His insides is about 80% engex and his processor is floating away, but you’re also marinating in an equivalent amount of alien liquor as you cuddle into his lap.

You and him are so gone that Neocybex and English have no communication misunderstandings. You’re very comfortable, he says, slurring the glyphs. Yeah, you’re comfy, too, big guy, you say in a very understanding manner.

Everyone else around is flipping their shit because Trailcutter simply tucks your head under his chin and passes another shot into your hands as he takes a moment to enjoy said cuddle.

He does hold your hands because the small, yet very persistent part of his processor that’s valiantly holding all his common sense is howling that it’s a Very Bad Thing to let the wandering hands of a drunk Liaison that’s now fascinated by the “pretty lights” of his chassis biolights near said body parts.

#ask #transformers idw #transformers #mtmte #idw #reader insert #rodimus prime #rodimus #tailgate #swerve #rewind #drift #trailcutter #trailbreaker #bluestreak #smokescreen #maccadam #alcohol #these fuckers are touch starved #my writing #and it's hilarious watching two drunks talk in different langauges #but still GET each other

[matthewcdaddario]

@chris23press continued from here

I understand 100%. I'm awkward as fuck and my brain to mouth ratio is almost nonexistent so I tend to say whatever is in my head without thinking of the consequences or how much it makes sense. I promise I'm not a vulgar person and I'm working on my filter. I appreciate every part of a person from their head to their feet, I promise this isn't reflective of who I am as a person.

#christen

[jubilousday]

On My Way - Fic rough draft

This is a scene of a fic that has lived in my head rent free for the past 2 weeks now and needed to write it out.  PLEASE NOTE: This is a very rough draft, I have not written in YEARS. I was totally NOT drinking whiskey as I needed to write this scene out into existence. I refuse to provide context. Deal with it.  Fandom: Tales Of Symphonia

Characters: Zelos Wilder, Yuan Ka Fai

Summary: Yuan unintentionally meets Zelos right after Mylene’s death and obtains a son that he never asked for.

The sounds of clashing swords rang so loud in Zelos’ ears that it took his mind off how fast his heart was beating. His focus was solely on the blue haired man in front of him. It didn’t even occur to him that his shoulders were starting to give out on him, or how his limbs felt heavier than the sword in his hand. Adrenaline fueled his every move. The people around him were nonexistent, Zelos was out for blood and needed to hit, hit, hit.

The fact that his opponent wasn’t even fighting back and out right refusing to was pissing him off even more.

“You liar!” Zelos yelled as he swung hard. Emotions were never his forte’, but Zelos allowed the cloud to control his movements like a moth to a flame. He didn’t care that his movements weren’t as fluid or well constructed as he normally would.

“I hate you! I hate you! IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou!” He growled as his sword slammed faster, and faster. His moves were getting sloppier, the filter between his brain and mouth becoming more deteriorated with every movement. 

“Dammit, you bastard! Fight me!” Zelos beckoned. His voice didn’t feel like his own, but at the same time he didn’t feel like himself at all. He didn’t feel like a person at all. His entire life was a lie. At this point he was getting so frustrated at the lack of response, he did everything he could to get some kind of reaction.

“Oh what, you’re not gonna say anything?” He paused, almost a chuckle.  “Or is there nothing left to say now that the truth is out?” His brain didn’t know what to do. While his innermost vulnerability was being triggered, his mask was challenged. Zelos had pride, he made it appoint to never be a fool to another’s game at the expense of his own. Yet here he was, a mere pawn since the dawn of time when he was the most vulnerable. How did he not see this coming?

“At least tell me why!” Demon Fang! “Why did you lie to me?” Demon Fang! “Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” Demon Fang!  “You didn’t have to go so far to pretend to want to be my…” He didn’t want to say the word, because now he felt stupid. He didn’t want to admit how he misinterpreted what their relationship was. “My…” 

“Father?” Yuan croaked, his deep voice suddenly vibrating through all sound and movement. To him, the word felt like it had more gravity and meaning than mana itself. Although he was uncomfortable with being this vulnerable, his words were fluid and clear. Zelos merely stopped on instinct. For someone who was baiting on a reaction, he was at an impasse in this moment.

“You have and will always be my son.” Withdrawing his weapon, his gaze remained on Zelos the entire time. He hasn’t felt this level of vulnerability since Martel was alive. Nonetheless, his words rang true no matter how much his brain was telling him to remain guarded.

Yuan’s a soldier at heart and always will be. When he feels emotions arise, he just disregards it and turns it off like a light switch. But because he’s so fact-natured, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything that he thought and felt were untrue. Zelos was his son, whether he wanted to believe it or not.

Zelos suddenly felt very small, like he was a small child all over again. The age when he forgot what his birth name was. The age when people cared more about their beloved Chosen, no matter how their status came to be. He was Chosen before he was a child. A child that never asked to have the fate of the world on their shoulders. A child that had everything taken from them for the very same reason why they were brought there in the first place.

Zelos asked questions that he never got the answers for, yet somehow he knew the answers all along. He tried to speak but all that came out was a coughed sob. When did his face get wet? When did he drop his sword and surrender? The only thing Zelos could feel was an arm on his shoulder in order to be pulled in a tight embrace. The combination was like yin and yang. Where Zelos’ body felt heavy, Yuan stood his ground and was there to support him.

“I’m here, and I’m not leaving.”

#tales of symphonia #tos #tales of #zelos wilder #yuan ka fai #zelos #yuan #zelos-centric #fic idea #fanfiction #i will go down with this prompt #rough draft #i said what i said

[thelegolashairappreciationclub]

I feel like because I'm so very biased towards Maedhros out of the finweans, people assume Fingon is my favourite Nolofinwion. They (my nonexistent jury of who is the coolest) are incorrect!

It's Argon.

Is there like any notable personality for him in the silm? No.

Does he survive until my favourite era? No.

Is he really tall and also dies in a batshit way? YES! and that is 80% of my judgement metric.

My version of Argon is mostly headcannon but I need y'all to know that in my mind this guy was straight up the most impulsive person in the whole family. Worse than Fingon. Worse than Feanor! He was considered the bad influence of the family because he has no brain to mouth filter and he is creatively insulting even when he doesn't mean to be. He's actually a pretty sweet person, he's just also got the worst case of ADHD this side of Cuiviénen and as a kid he was too cute to scold into good behaviour. So now he just says things recreationally and no one but him enjoys it. I often write Maedhros and Fingolfin as foils and i thoroughly believe Argon is Feanor's. They're too alike to get along but different enough in their approach that there's a level of respect there.

Also his mastery in Valinor was debate. Because cage match wrestling wasn't invented yet.

#he'll get his chance to suplex someone later #he spends the entirety of his death drinking beer in mandos and cheering on all the wars #when everyone is reborn again he ends up setting the stage for Feanorions to return by having no filter #and straight up being like 'yeah they shouldn't have done war crimes about it but i don't know why anyone is surprised?' #'like we all knew they were gonna do it if i were dior i woulda just let em have the rock' #' 'It was my moms!' boo hoo man it was their dads too seriously its just a fucking rock and Clearly they wanted it pretty bad' #'that said im punching uncle Feefee in the nuts the second he gets out the helcaraxe sucked icy balls' #the silmarillion #Argon #arakano

[paranormal-potatoes]

if i didn't know my filter would become nonexistent, i would genuinely consider playing horror games and drinking on stream.

pros:

i get cheerful and giggly when i drink

im less scared when i drink

funnier?

cons:

volume control. limited

brain to mouth filter. non existent.

fairly high chance I'd accidentally doxx myself

lightweight

i dont actually drink that much tbh. i dislike the taste of most alcohols, so the only drinks I've consistently liked are hard ciders and this blackberry pear cider that we haven't been able to find again

idk i like watching drunk people play horror games, its fun :]

#alcohol #alcohol mention #potato talks streaming #potato talks

[silentxxsoul]

I am forever grateful for the mute function on teams bc sometimes my brain to mouth filter is nonexistent

#txt post #ignore me it’s been a long second Monday this week 💀

[changeling-chatter]

Zoo employee: So the octopus is a cephalo-

Me, already flapping my hands:

#Actually autistic #autism #special interest #I don’t try to be rude I just get very excited about cephalopods #and my brain to mouth filter is nonexistent #Op speaks #love me those funky little arm boys #cephalopoda

[rubythecrimsonwriter]

I have been told that the corvids in this town are NOT ravens or crows, but i forgot what he called them. Anyhow apparently they are an incredible nuisance (derogatory) and I'm like. They're smart??? Ofc they're a nuisance. They would not be corvids if they weren't nuisances (affectionate). And then we came out of Wendy's and there was one of those great black birds that I've been talking to for three weeks now on a little rock thing nearby and I said, "we were just talking about you!" And he looked at me like I'd gone bonkers in fucking yonkers and that's the story on how I just convinced my Catholic boss that I'm a bonafide witch when the bird hopped over to me and gifted me a maple leaf and snatched a shiny candy wrapper that i had to dig around and find in a pocket to offer it in return right out of my hand.

#personal #living my best life rn tbh #Look man i just wanted to talk to the birds it's not my fault they get attached #Where the hell did they find a maple tree???? #A truly unfortunate side effect of spending your formative years fostering small fuzzy things is the zero brain to mouth filter #When talking to literally anything not human #I have talked to cats dogs lizards frogs snakes spiders wasps crickets and turtles. Might as well add birds to the list. #At least these birds are smart and even have the faculties to process sound. Unlike snakes. #Ah yes Ruby go chatter the nonexistent ears off a snake. See how well that goes for you.

[hiperacid2]

✧ Trophe   they/them‎/any Es/En   23! ✧

✧ About me ✧ WIPS ✧ Tags ✧ member of bitchcraft inc.! ✧

✧ Last works: The Taste Of You - Shoko Ieiri — A letter from ones aching heart - Nanami Kento ✧

✧ mainly interacting/creating dark content and +18 stuff. DNI/RULES/B4UF. Don't like it don't read it nor interact with it, it's that simple. ✧

✧ I can't believe I have to say this twice but age somewhere visible or I'll haunt you in your dreams ominously. ✧

✧ Asks are always open unless stated otherwise! -the anon is on and please remember to be nice- ✧

#trophe!❣ #long story short sometimes i write but usually my nonexistent brain to mouth filter is running like im telling the cure for idiocy #im so sorry about it but it's the whole package or nothing

[catsandcatci]

The first novel in recorded history was written by a woman

#thats all i learned from quiz bowl in hs lmaooo #and i was the only person in the room who knew the imperial flower of japan #its chrysanthemum btw #i have no idea why i knew it #i was as shocked as my team #it was that point of the match where the brain to mouth filter was nonexistent and you just prayed for the best #history #random stuff idk

[johnlockdynamic]

literally wanna die but I’m Not gonna think about just gonna hit leg day and cry underneath my mask 😷

#cj talks #my mouth to brain filter is NONEXISTENT

[mindofasupernova]

Someone you loved

Kaz Brekker x reader

Mr. Sandman Part 2

Inspired by the song "Someone you loved" by Lewis Capaldi

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me

This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

Kaz's mind was a raging storm, an ever-shifting landscape. His heart was madly racing and he feared that if it didn't stop soon, it'll burst out of his chest.

Two days had gone by and yet there was no information about Y/N's whereabouts. No one had made an effort to contact him asking for money in exchange for her safety, no blackmail, nothing. Kaz knew the probability of Y/N being alive was shrinking as the days passed.

Kaz felt terrible, guilt crushed his heart in a vicious grip. If he hadn't kicked her out, if he had taken back his words, if he had just... No, thinking about what ifs wouldn't bring Y/N back home. If she's still alive a cruel voice whispered in the back of his mind.

His mind drifted to his darkest memories, horrible images plagued his mind. Rotting flesh beneath his fingers, icy hands grabbing at him, threatening to pull him under the waves. Water filled his lungs, consuming his oxygen and living him in the dark. His head broke the water, gasping for air, Kaz looked around, trying to find something, anything to grab to avoid drowning. Only that now instead of his brother's corpse, he saw Y/N's limp body floating above the water.

Kaz fell to his knees, the pain brought him back to reality. He was trembling, sharp gasps left his body, black dots covered his vision. Y/N would have told him to focus on reality, take in the details, count every little object he could find in the room. But Y/N wasn't here, and it was all his fault.

___________

I need somebody to heal, somebody to know

Somebody to have, somebody to hold

Y/N talked passionately about her latest read, making wild gestures with her hands as if to prove a point. Jesper's arm was slung across her shoulder, head thrown back in a laughing fit. When his cackles died down, Jesper leaned his head on Y/N's shoulder and started mocking her for being able to remember the exact place where phrases were in the book.

Kaz watched silently from his seat in the Crow Club, he knew those touches were purely friendly gestures, and still he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

On many sleepless nights, Kaz thoughts had wandered down a treacherous path, always finding their way to Y/N. His mind had been invaded by images of her: the smile she always wore when she was about to make a witty comment, the way she pursed her lips whenever he asked her to memorize an important document, the furrow of her brows when paying close attention to Kaz's plans.

He snapped out of it, angry at himself for thinking about her, he couldn't afford those thoughts. Kaz's life was dangerous and he had many enemies who wouldn't hesitate to use anything or anyone against him. If he left himself feel, if he let her in, he knew there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

He had tried. He had tried to distance himself, push her away until his feelings dissipated to nothing. However, every time Y/N appeared in his office late at night just to talk about her day, every time she called his name, every time she sent a glorious smile his way, Kaz couldn't bring himself to say no.

And now, looking at Y/N from across the room, a sense of longing clouded his vision. Thoughts of sitting next to her, no space between their bodies, with no fear of touching reminded him of how miserably he had failed.

____________

It's easy to say, but it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

Since Y/N's kidnapping, Kaz had gone completely feral. He had looked for anyone who could provide information. He had kidnapped, tortured, and even killed members of any other gangs he had his suspicions on. He was unstoppable, he wouldn't rest until his Y/N was safe. She isn't even yours because you kicked her out a scornful voice reminded him.

Kaz's whole body hurt, his limp was more prominent than usual, his knuckles were bloodied and a purplish bruise contrasted against his pale skin from a blow he had taken when he was beating the life out of one of the Dime Lion's informants.

How he wished Y/N was there. No matter how many times he came back to the Slat, covered in blood and clutching at his wounds, Y/N's gaze always turned into one of horrified worry.

Y/N had always healed his wounds after a mission, wiping the blood away very carefully in order not to touch his skin. Even when he wasn't bleeding and it was just his leg giving him a bad day or a headache that refused to leave him, Y/N always brought him medicine or tea depending on the situation.

But Y/N was gone and he might not ever see her again. His thoughts lurched him back to the ocean, dead things suffocated him. He clutched his cane tighter, he couldn't have a panic attack now, he needed to find Y/N.

_______

Now the day bleeds into nightfall

And you're not here to get me through it all

The night wrapped the dirty streets of Ketterdam in its wicked hold, the moon loomed ahead casting a palish glow through Kaz's window. Another day had passed and he was no closer to finding Y/N.

He was alone in his office, clutching his cane tighter by the second, its sharp edges bruising his skin, and yet, the pain wasn't enough to keep the waters from rising, Y/N's form surrounded by corpses.

No, he couldn't think of her this way. He had to remain positive, he needed to hope Y/N was still alive somewhere, but for someone like Kaz, remaining positive wasn't something he strived on. Instead, Kaz looked inside his brain, searching for a memory of Y/N to avoid passing out and when he found it, he seized it and hung to it for dear life.

Kaz had heard people say love arrived at the most unexpected times, bloomed in the most unlikely places. People said love wasn't something you chose, something you could control, not a concept you could welcome or shut out of your life at your convenience.

Kaz deemed those people foolish, weak for not being able to control themselves, and as the cold mastermind he was, Kaz brushed off all of their comments. And he would have kept thinking that way if it hadn't been for Y/N during a warm summer evening.

The Crow Club was surprisingly empty, everyone was in a relaxed state, currently resting after a successful heist. Kaz had been working in his office, signing contracts when a soft knock sounded against his door, Y/N peered inside and after receiving Kaz's consent, stepped through the threshold.

Y/N sat in front of his desk, a small smile playing on her face, ensued by a moment of silence, Y/N started talking. Kaz's head perked up at the sound of her voice, eyes leaving the papers to direct his whole attention to her but he had been completely caught off guard by the sight before him.

Y/N's mouth was moving but Kaz's couldn't hear a thing, it was as if someone had stolen the sound so he could only focus on Y/N's heavenly form.

Y/N's hair was slightly disheveled, gusts of wind occasionally brushing lonely strands into different directions, soft locks swishing in compass with a nonexistent melody. Sunset rays filtered through the window, lighting up Y/N's features. Sunlight beams fell gently down the slope of her nose, gently caressed her long lashes, and kissed her tender lips giving them a reddish hue.

At that moment, Kaz realized how dreadfully unjust the world was. How come was the wind able to run his breezy fingers across her beautiful hair? How could the rain brush her skin lovingly without repelling at the idea of skin contact? Why could the Sun kiss her graceful lips and he couldn't?

Kaz wanted to hold her, reach for her whenever he wanted without fear of drowning. He wanted to hug her and nuzzle his nose in her hair affectionately. He wanted to know what her skin felt like under his fingertips. Kaz wanted to know the taste of her lips.

Because he was in love with her.

________

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Y/N laid immobile in his bed, her skin almost as pale as his sheets, soft breaths escaped her lungs. Kaz sat in a chair near her fragile body, his frown deepened every time his eyes landed on a different wound.

Kaz felt like in a déjà vu, a vision that had happened exactly three weeks ago. This was the reason why Kaz had pushed her, why he had evicted her from the Slat, the one home she had ever known. But did it matter? All his efforts to keep her safe had been in vain.

That fateful night, when she had been the distraction in a supposed easy heist, everything had come tumbling down. The nightmares had started back then, where he first saw her all bloodied and beaten and unconscious. They didn't know if she would ever wake up. Kaz had refused to visit her, images of his nine-year-old self seeing her amongst the corpses in the Reaper's Barge haunted his days.

When she had woken up he'd wanted to see her, but he couldn't bring himself to because he knew what he had to do. Kaz couldn't bear the thought of her dying, he couldn't imagine her gone, but if he gave her hope, if she saw how much he cared, she would refuse to leave. He needed her to stay away for her safety

So he had done that, he had ruthlessly yanked his heart out of his chest when he had kicked her out. The words he had said to her tortured him since that day: "Do not think that just because I have kept you around for this long you're irreplaceable." And when he thought he couldn't feel more pain, Y/N had started crying. Silent droplets fell down her cheeks and Kaz felt as if the most savage assassin had ripped his heart into shreds.

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Seating there, silently watching Y/N's closed eyes, he was experiencing it all again. When they had found her she had been tied to a chair, unmoving, in one of the Dime Lion's warehouses. He swore his heart had stopped beating, she couldn't be dead, when Nina had checked for her heartbeat and announced it was still there, Kaz's heart reanimated.

Nina had done her best to heal her and now the only thing there was to do was wait until she woke up. This time Kaz had refused to leave her bedside. This time he would do things differently.

He had been a coward, he now realized. He should have never let her go. He should have been braver, stronger, he should have protected her. Now he realized he wanted, no, needed her with him. He had been too scared worrying for the future that he had forgotten to enjoy the present. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Kaz?"

His head shot back to Y/N. She was awake, she was alive and he would never let her go.

And with such a fervent emotion, he couldn't have thought himself capable of expressing, he said "Please, don't ever leave me again. "

Thanks for the song recommendation @itsemy01

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@getawayfrommewerewolf, @lady1505, @rika90, @thedelusionreaderbitch, @coffeewithoutcaffeine, @aleksanderwh0r3, @princessleah129, @subjecta13-thefangirl

#shadow and bone #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows