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pvrkacciosan · 5 months

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Moment we share

Synopsis: Holding your child for the first time is the best feeling in the world, sharing the moment with others is even better.

Pairing: Charles Lelerc X fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff! (idk,)

Word count: 924

You were utterly exhausted but you didn't want to move, largely because your whole body was aching from labour and partly because you were so infatuated with the little baby in your arms, a genetic copy of you and Charles, that you couldn't bring yourself too move.

Being at home helped, your husband was a rock of solidarity in the moments when your body wouldn't yield to your commands.

"She's perfect" Charles was hugged into the side of your bed, contently watching your daughter. Rosa Leclerc was going be a force to be reckoned with.

You shifted, trying to ease the ache building in your muscles, Charles observed you quietly from where he now stood.

"Let me take her" he didn't want to force you into letting her go again so soon,

Much to his surprise you lifted the bundle of blankets up, Charles stepped closer securing his arms to support his daughter.

You bit back the smile as the worry line on his forehead appeared, stressing over the littlest of things,

"Is this right?" He looked to you for support, the knowledge tugged something inside the hollow of your chest.

"Yeah you're fine" His shoulders were almost rigid and it took Charles a few minutes to ease into a posture that look at least half way comfortable.

"She's looking at me" Charles whispers, his voice soft.

"Hi baby" he cooed, pulling the blanket back to see her face.

Rosa yawned and as you watched Charles you were almost convinced your husband was going to combust on the very ground on which he stood.

There was a soft knock for the door, before it was pushed forwards. The muttering of French coming from the women to the people behind her. Charles family had come to visit the new Leclerc.

Your family had already been in, having been here since the moment you were hit with contractions. A home birth was always a plan for you, his family had respected your time frame and had appeared not a second before you asked them to.

Charles's mum shuffled into the room, his brothers falling in after her, tumbling over one another to be the next to hold their niece.

Charles turns to meet their stares, Rosa tucked tightly into him.

"Oh my.." his Mum leaned closer to her son, being respectful enough to not grab for your daughter as your mother had earlier. Something which had initially annoyed both you and Charles.

Despite the infant, his mother came across to your bedside, allowing his brothers that access to watch Rosa.

"How are you my darling?" Charles mum has always been lovely with you from the moment he brought you home to meet her. You need that now. Since your own parents had not been as kind, her gentle voice was soothing in a way you had once upon hoped your own mother's to sound like.

"I'm sore, but I'm fine now that's she's here"

She passed her gaze back to her three sons, practically melting over your daughter, Arthur pandering over her little fingers which gripped around one of his.

She began to unpack a bag onto your bed,

"He loves her so much", Continuing to watch your fiance, you sighed in relief when you watched her unpack tubs of homemade foods, the smell wafted across to the men.

Arthur's head popped up, he wandered across,

"Hey Y/n, you feeling okay?"

He subtly reached for a small tub of soup, his mum was quick to slap at his hands,

"Hands off, they're not for you"

Arthur grumbled but settled down into the new armchair in the corner of your room.

The conversations went on, with Charles passing Rosa between his family, each cooing and taking this moment with her.

With every moment that passed you could feel yourself wanting to drift into the embrace of sleep, Charles swirling small circles into the skin of your shoulder with the pad of his thumb was only aiding in the effect of needed sleep.

Lorenzo was smiling, making faces at Rosa, the infant laying in your mother in law's arms. Snuggled in, despite Charles conversation with his mum and youngest brother.

Your eyes were drawing heavier by the second, Pascale noticed your state, her eyes softening, she sat upright, carefully keeping a hold of your daughter.

You tried to pry your eyes open, to ask if she needed anything, but Pascale simply smiled at you, before turning to her other two sons,

"Y/n is tired, let us take our leave now." There was no room for error in her words, Arthur looked about ready to protest, but one glance your way and he nodded.

Charles squeezed your shoulder softly rising from beside you to kiss your head and walk to his mum. Pascale handed her son his daughter,

"Get some rest, Y/n you deserve it we'll be downstairs if you need anything"

Once they left it was easy to slip into the drag of the warm duvet, changed out from the towels which had previously covered your body.

Just as you had begun to drift off once more, a vibrating notification came from your phone, reaching for it you switched it to see the photo Charles had sent you from the other room.

Rosa was snuggled up into Arthur's chest once more, sleep drawing her own eyes shut.

Charles messaged popped into the screen not a second later.

. Like mother like daughter.

You couldn't breath past the swell in your throat, it was moments like this that had you realizing just how much you loved Charles and the life you had both made together, to the life you would continue.

To every little moment you would share as a family.

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broooooo · 6 months

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Dronehood

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In today's world , the world has been slowly taken over by drones, whether it was by force, choice or persuasion, men are being converted, covered in a shiny black latex, a second skin, a well built muscled body, constantly aroused and hard. The mind does seem to remain keeping the hosts personality, but there's a big focus of obeying the master and the pleasure of dronehood

At first the world was scared, but as the drone army expanded, it slowly became normal, as if it's a rite of passage for teenage, adult men. It's even become a kind of entertainment to watch a conversion happen, could inspire others , or worn them.

Then there's me

I am Aaron, 21, regular build, living in an apartment, IV never been opposed to the drone movement. It's interesting to watch.

Deep down I wouldn't mind becoming a drone myself, it genuinely sounds fun.

Iv watched my childhood friend, Jason, become one before my eyes, he had wanted it for a while, and decided to get a slow conversion, he wanted to experience all the feelings grow and build.

The conversion itself is simple, intercourse with a drone, you may or may not include leather articles of clothing such as gloves or boots for extra pleasure. When it's done, the new drone is given a serial number name, but can keep their human name for interactions with others, plus they can take off their head mask for easy identification.

I myself don't leave my room a lot, i just watch from my TV or the window, hearing it through my walls too at times. Jason's my roommate, but he's never home, he's busy converting others or just hanging out with other drones.

Somewhat makes me jealous, before his conversion , we were the same, locked in your rooms not doing much, it honestly is a better life for him, and I'm happy,

It's possible to request a drone conversion, many have done it, Idk why I haven't done it yet, I guess I want to keep my peace for a little while, but ik at some point it will get too much to bear and then I will know I'm ready.

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It was a normal day for me, watching my conversions , and contemplating life. When suddenly I hear the front door open, I rush out to see him, Jason standing in the door way, his heavy leather boots stomping on the floor as he closes the door. He looks at me, I haven't seen his have a week's.

JASON!?* ITS been so long, how.. have you been?*

He smiles and embraces me in a hug

*Iv been well, I missed you*

My face goes flush red, as I hug him back.

His latex skin is soft and shiny , the feel of hard muscles, it makes my heart race.

We pull away and I ask*

What are you doing here Jason?* Don't you have missions ?*

Jason laughs and says * well I do live here, plus even drones need rest.*

I answer back"

Well that makes sense , yeah*

Jason goes sit on the couch to watch TV.

*mind getting me a sparkling lemon water Aaron?.

Oh? Ok sure , I'll make us both one *

I go the kitchen, fill two cups with soda and prepare to cut lemons, during all this my mind races with thoughts, the sudden appearance of Jason and the feeling of his skin, it felt great. I feel hot, almost dreaming of it

As I'm cutting lemons the knife slips and cuts my hand, breaking me out of my dream like state

GAH*

Jason turns and runs up to me concerned

Are you ok?*

I'm fine just cut my self.

I go to clean up the blood and find a bandage, but problem, we where out of bandages

*darn we're out of bandaids.

Well I have a suggestion*

I turn around to see Jason's bear hand outstretched holding a latex glove.

You took it off? Isn't that yours?

Don't worry, I get a new one, my body can create it naturally.

I look at the glove as I hold it, it's soft,

The glove has a healing effect to it, it protects us drones from major injuries.

Huh, convenient , as I smile* thanks

I put the glove over my disinfected hand, I move my fingers about feeling it, it was soft, silky and comfortable.

So this is how it feels?* I say

Yeah, it's quite the sensation isn't it?,

Very much so, no wonder many ppl become drones.

Jason helps me finish the drinks and we go sit on the couch together.

Have you thought about dronehood much Aaron?

I turn to him and choke a little ,

Have I thought about it? It's ALL I can think about xd* I say with laughter, I observe it happen from my room, since your never hear.

And before you ask, no, I don't think I'm ready yet.

Jason looks into this drink and back up to me, he leans a hand over to touch my shoulder,

He smiles and says, * when you're ready then, no force, I want you to enjoy it as much as possible.

I peek up, *I KNEW IT, you planned this, laughing.

You were always a trickster you, we both laugh

Well Aaron , I. Do hope you enjoy that glove, it will help you decide, I'm sure of it.

I turn to look out the window and smiles

*thanks, i-, will definitely have an answer soon I'm sure.

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Afterwards we hang out the rest of day, it was a fun reunion, full of talk and catching up untill sun down

We both go to bed , crashing instantly as I'd been so tired after today.

The next day Jason and I bid farewell as he leaves for a mission.

I'm left alone and go to my room , sitting on my bedroom couch

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Hm, planed or not, I'm happy I have this glove. I turn on the TV to watch some more conversions

I feel hot and steamy imagining it, before I know it I'm rubbing my bulge with the gloved hand , my dick getting erect from what pleasure I can muster,

And idea popped into my head, I head over to Jason's room, and my mind was validated when I saw them, an extra pair of leather boots,

*planned this too Jason? Well idc, thanks*

We happen to be the same size, even so is force my feet into them, the boots go up to my kne, tall and shiny, sliding my feet in, my heart and mind are racing , my dick is rock hard , the sensations are over powering, I lace them up tight, whist I remove my clothing.

I stand up to look to the mirror, naked with only a latex glove and leather boots on, the weight of the boots and the tightness, protecting me, I go to my bed,I start to edge off slowly, aroused to high heavens and enjoying it all. Whilst the sounds of conversions from the TV hum in the background.

I never realized it but the dream like state I was in of edging and leaking lasted 3 days, I was covered in pre, drooling and gooing out, the latex glove and boots has started to spread up my legs and arm, then came Jason, he stood in my bedroom doorway, smiling, he comes over and jumps on top of me, squeezing my nipples hard

I moan hard and leak over me

*ready Aaron?*

Laughing through the intense pleasure ,

*hehe yeah. Convert me friend* I'm ready*

Jason's glowing purple eyes look into mine,

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Jason's hard latex dick at the ready, and with a passionate kiss it commences, what felt like a. Eternity, lasted a week of slow intense sex and conversion. As I expected it all

By the end of it, we and the bed were wet in pre, drool and juices, through the days, the latex nanites from Jason's dick slowly transformed my body, spreading the latex all over whist giving my muscle to fit, the climax of the conversion was then.

Jason fucking my tight ass, we both prepared for it , cum

It was a screech of intense pleasure, black nantite filled cum sprayed in ropes out our dicks, lasting 69 minutes of constant cumming, fucking and kissing, and the cum pool around us and soak back up into our bodies, , strengthening the conversion.

When it was all over , we lay there together tired and in love

My eyes start to glow to an intense blue. My mind was reshaped and ready,

Looking to Jason's eyes I say.

* I am ready to obey , ready to spread , ready to cum alongside you *

Jason smiles and kisses me, *ik.. drone 6923..*

My eyes flash, * yes... My new name.. thank you..

Drone 8696..*

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In the end we two drones, continued to make out intensely, passionately, never running out of cum

Untill the next mission is handed to us, and. I join Jason on my first crusade, We will enjoy each other forever.

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: D

I enjoyed this one , genuinely think it's one of my best works yet

Hope you enjoy it, fellow drones

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hxxsxxngx · 2 months

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HEESEUNG 이희승 - EATING HER OUT

MINORS DNI

Word count: about 1k

Genre: Smut (no plot whatsoever) afab

Content: Fingering, Pet Names, DomHee SubReader. and other stuff (idk i’m bad at this)

SUPPORT ME BY REBLOGING (if you want)

He layed her down and kissed her bare chest slowly, leaving purple marks everywhere in sight. He kissed down until her stomach, her hips, then her thighs. She was so desperate.

Heeseung grabbed at the strap of her panties showing mutual desperation. She signaled it was okay to go further, so he did. He stripped her of the black lace that keeping her concealed, leaving her full body exposed. His eyes were glued to her. He smiles and goes back up to kiss on her stomach. This just makes her more angsty.

"I need you." she said

He teases her more and more, gripping her thighs and her waist, building up the anticipation. Leaving her whole body covered with dark hickies, marking his territory. He could see that she was needy. He reaches both of his hands up to cup her perfect breasts, squeezing them and massaging them.

He finally gave into her request. He slides his hands down her body to her clit. He teases her and brings his head down to put his hot breath on her pussy, making her squirm. Any sort of friction would set her off.

He started to gently caress her sensitive clit. She arches her back, such a soft touch has a big effect on her, especially if it were Heeseung touching her. She was soaking wet with neediness and lust.

"Wow, already so wet, after such little time?" he said

She whines. She couldn't control how her body naturally reacted to Him.

The feeling of his soft touch against her wetness made her whimper, wanting more. She closed her eyes and layed back, allowing her to enjoy herself.

"Please, more." she managed to say

He removed his hand. Her sudden loneliness mixed with the cool air gave her chills. He kissed her again. He soon replaced the empty space around her womanhood with his tongue.

Slowing swirling small circles, his tongue on her clit made her gasp for air. Such a simple move, yet it made her feel out of this world. He picked up the pace once he found out what she liked. She gasped again as she stuck one of her hands into Hee’s hair and started playing with it, grabbing onto it every once in a while, which turned him on so much.

He soon picked up the pace even more, making her a moaning mess. The way he flicked his tongue across her clit was like if he were a professional. The room was getting so warm and filled with tension. Sweat droplets we're forming on both of their bodies.

" You're being such a good girl for me." he teases

He pushes her thighs back and placed her legs over his shoulder and squeezes them closer together. He was holding her thighs in place, like his own little personal set of warm earmuffs.

Sucking on her beautiful pussy, he decides to slowly stick one finger into her, making her flinch.

He started moving it in and out at a slow, controlled pace. He wanted to take his sweet time with her. Her moans were like a wonderful melody to his ears. Her moans only made him want to do it more, so eventually, he did.

"You are taking it like such a good girl, sweetheart."

Her face grew red at the sound of him praising. It turned her on so much but she was also sort of embarrassed.

He then sticks in another finger, making her grip the edge of the couch. She was so sensitive. He continues to suck on her clit and move faster with his fingers. He synced the movement of his tongue with the movements on his fingers, which drove her absolutely mad.

His face begins to be suffocated by her perfect thighs. She couldn't keep them open, due to all of the pleasure. But Hee didn't mind, he loved knowing that he made her feel good.

Her moans started to become subtle gasps for air, and me muscles started tensing, meaning she was close.

He took out his fingers, to pay more attention to her throbbing clit. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean, making sure to taste every last drop.

"You taste so good babe, I think I want more" he said

He directed his tongue back to the surface of her bud. He wanted to make sure this was a time to remember. The way he worked and danced his tongue on her was heavenly. Her eyes were practically rolling to the back of her head.

"Yeah you like that?" he said

She was unable to answer

"I know you do." he says in a cocky voice.

She lets out a loud moan as she is starting to ride out her high. Her legs were shaking out of control, like jello. Seungie tries to hold her legs in place while continuously sucking on her most sensitive area, going at an ungodly pace.

She tightly grips his hair in response.

“Hee… I-I’m so close”

He keeps going and her moans were uncontrollable. She didn't care how loud she was. It's like she were starting to see stars. Hee knows exactly how to make her feel good. He knows every inch of her body, inside and out. Hee tips her over the edge into orgasm, gasping for air.

“Cum on my fingers, baby girl. For me.”

All she could do was let her self unfold on Heeseung fingers. So perfectly.

He begins to slow down after she let it all out. Slowly grazing his tongue. He pulls away and asks

"Did you like that?"

After she was able to catch her breath she responded by saying

"That felt so fucking good, you treat me so well"

He chuckled and smiled and brought her in for a passionate kiss.

"Now it's my turn"

#heeseung #kpop #enhypen #jungwon #stray kids #imagine #smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen niki

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Phases

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader

Fic Type: Drabble

Beta’d by the lovely @marc-spectorr 😌

Summary: Marc knew that being Khonshu’s Avatar came with side effects. He just was never quite aware of how, exactly, the phases of the moon affected him. Not until you.

A/N: So. The gif. Pretend he’s not getting impaled. Or injured at all. Because honestly that’s the position I picture him being in when he’s pinning the reader against him. 🤡 (Also, this is kind of a Marc version of Feral Flight…)[Yes, I ignored my ask box to finish this :/]

Rating/Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI, primal play, breeding kink, unprotected PiV, exhibitionism (Steven and Jake watch and comment), feral!Marc Spector, marathon sex, slight dub/non-con, fingering, softdom!Marc, a/b/o vibes, mating kink (??? This is a version of Feral Flight, after all), Marc is confuzzled about what’s happening to him but gives in, lots of mentions of getting the reader pregnant, sex with intention of getting reader pregnant, the phases of the moon affect the Moon Boys, foul/vulgar language, praise kink, rough (?) sex, lots of mentions of Khonshu but like??? He’s not in it???, jealous Marc (briefly), biting, marking, fluff, somehow this went from the kinkiest shit I’ve ever written to extreme yearning fluff idk

Dating the boys had surely been an experience you’d never forget. Steven, Marc, Jake, your boyfriends whom you loved deeply; and they loved you tenfold each. It was a strange feeling, being in a relationship with all three alters— but strange in a good way. You took every part of them and accepted it, loving them for who they were wholly and completely.

Although… you didn’t expect there to be a part of them that even they weren’t aware of…

Marc knew that the phases of the moon affected the powers that Khonshu gave them. The fuller it was, the more powerful they were. On the New Moon, they all slept so deeply that not even Khonshu himself could wake them. It was apparently some kind of rejuvenating period, which made sense (and also prompted a three-and-half explanation from Steven).

But on the Full Moon?

Their powers were amplified tenfold.

When wearing the suit, their super-strength, flight, speed, healing abilities, they seemed invincible and godlike. It was a feeling that went straight to their heads. For nearly a week around the day of the full moon, they became arrogant. Cocky. Marc would be the first to admit that they became fucking assholes, even Steven. Not to mention, the extra metabolism (? So Steven said. Marc wasn’t too sure.) forced them to eat. And eat. And eat. They bulked up. Whereas throughout the rest of the month they were fit and lean, during the week of the full moon their bodies were sleek, contoured muscle. They would beat the shit out of their enemies (even Steven), or pick fights. They were quick to respond with aggression, and he even felt his neighbors weren’t safe.

Whenever he was in the flat around that time, he would snap and huff at the people he’d ride with in the elevator. They were too close, it was too stuffy, he wanted to chase everyone out of the fucking building and patrol it just to keep everyone out. He felt that way so violently that he usually went out to protect his innocent neighbors before he lost all sense of self. Jake liked to joke that it was just a “moon period,” and it would pass.

Then you came along, and it got worse.

And different.

He seemed to eat more. He was more aggressive toward his neighbors. Every sound in the hall made him want to bust down the door and attack whoever it was because they were too close to you. Everyone was too close to you. You needed a whole building to yourself and Marc would patrol it to keep you safe. If you wanted to go out, he’d just have to go with you, Khonshu be damned.

But with you other things happened that made him confused.

He'd catch himself piling your blankets around him while you were at work just to envelop him in your scent— the smell of your shampoo, though he swore it was more than that. He swore he had heightened senses, because he could almost smell you on an animalistic level. When you got home, he was all over you, worshiping you like you were a princess. He’d have a hot bath already running for you, he’d make you food, ensure you drank water, help you with your shoes and jacket; he catered to you on a standard day, especially Steven, but this was different. He’d be practically unable to let go of you, literally keeping his arms around you and whining high-pitched in the back of his throat like a fucking dog if you had to move. He’d almost aggressively cuddle you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and letting your smell overwhelm him, comfort him.

Of course he’d explained it to you before the time had hit, but in his brief moments of clarity, he’d whisper helplessly with tears in his eyes, “I-I don’t know what’s happening to me…”

You’d only kiss his forehead. Ever patient. Ever loving. He wondered what he did to deserve you. “It’s okay, Marc. We’ll get through it together, I promise.” Of course, Khonshu never explained anything to him.

You were so patient.

Even when he was fucking you senseless.

Usually you both had a reasonable lust for each other, but during the full moon, his sex drive was through the roof. He had to take you. He had to feel you. He was gentle, but also relentless— he wasn’t sure where he suddenly got the stamina for twelve fucking rounds after dinner, but his intention was never to hurt you. He just wanted you. If you pushed him away, too tired for more, Marc would immediately launch into aftercare. A warm bath, blankets straight from the dryer, and him laying protectively around you.

Although there was one night he caught himself lapping slowly at your throat. The fuck???

Jake and Steven were just as bad as he was. In fact, Steven was probably worse. His pent-up years of anger made him more dangerous to strangers and more rough with you, so he kept away from the front.

Marc was happy when on the next full moon, Khonshu had work for him; but it ended up not taking as long as he’d planned. By only eight o’clock he was done with the mission, and he ran thirty times full speed around the block your workplace was in just to let off some steam. He made sure, though, that when you got off, he was there to watch over you from a nearby rooftop.

The wind changed, and he swore— he fucking swore he caught a whiff of your goddamn scent.

No, he really was. Was that a new power? Heightened senses? His mask melted away so that he could better smell it— he shouldn’t know you’re ovulating. He shouldn’t. Were you this morning? No, he’d smelled it coming. He’d been all over you before you’d left for work. But, oh, you smell so fucking good.

Ovulating. The word rings around in his head for a minute. His alters are somewhere in the headspace, keeping away from the front at all costs. He tries to swallow hard, but his throat and mouth are so damn dry that he just can’t. All he can think about is you. You you you. And the fact that you’re ovulating.

He hears a high noise nearby and isn’t sure what it is until he realizes that it’s him. He’s whining as he watches you bid goodbye to a coworker who was chatting with you, wanting nothing more than to pin you down right. There.

Marc shifted his weight, his suit suddenly far too tight in the crotch. The wind shifts, and so does his mood.

There’s another scent on you.

The scent of a male.

He can almost see the handprint on your shoulder from where one of your coworkers passed you earlier in the day. The scent is faint, stale, but it’s there, and it makes him furious. He’s possessive over you, and that scares him. He wants to lick and rub his face all over that spot while fucking you hard just to cover you wholly in his scent again.

He’s there, too; he can smell himself on you. The smell of citrus and metal and wood, all fucking over you. You’re his. Except for that. Spot. How dare someone touch his mate while she’s ovulating? If he wasn’t so distracted by you, he’d have tracked the scent and broken both the coworker’s hands for it.

Marc’s head grew foggy. His vision narrowed until you were all he could see. All of his senses were trained on you. He thought he might have whined again, realizing he was palming himself a little too roughly when Jake said in the back of his head, “...Ow,” followed by Steven: “Oi, you tryin’ to castrate us, mate?”

Mate. Marc wasn’t sure where his mind went or what kind of trance he was in. I’ve gotta get down there— get to her— have to— have to mate with her— Marc stood, following you from the rooftop and starting to parkour down. I have to mate with her. Right now, while she’s ready for me.

“Oh shit,” Jake muttered, “Easy, hombré; you hurt her, I won’t hesitate in castrating us. You need fucking fixed, man.”

“Not gonna hurt her,” Marc mumbled as he prepared himself for the drop to the sidewalk below, “Not gonna hurt her…”

Steven, meanwhile, had come too close to the front. He hovered, feral, just behind the edge of Marc’s conscious thought, urging him on silently. Waiting for Marc to pounce.

Marc landed in a crouch before you, making you yelp in momentary terror. The smell was like burning plastic, and he didn’t like it. “No, baby, it’s me—“

Your scent returned to normal as you let out a whooshing breath of relief, a broad but wary smile on your face. “Marc,” The way you said his name caused a shiver to run up his spine. You started to ask him something— whether he was still on a mission, how it went, or something like that, he wasn’t sure— all he knew was that his body was moving before his mind, rushing forward to crush your lips together in a bruising kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, taking advantage of your slack jaw, an arm slipping around you from behind to pull you flush against him. The sensation of your taste and your body against him felt overwhelming. His suit was suddenly scratchy, his skin too hot and feverish, his breath and heartbeat too quick. If he could have seen how black his eyes were, he might have had the sense to be concerned.

His hungry kisses trailed down your neck, where he pulled your shirt down your shoulder to expose the skin. Your gasp at the contact of the chilly night air went straight to his core, and he growled. The scent of the other male was making him pissed, and he found himself licking at the spot before biting down.

Hard.

So hard he drew blood, and you cried out, voice echoing in the empty street.

He didn’t pull back, keeping you against him and rolling his hips into you to try and ease the pressure in his groin with another whine. “Marc—“

“Run,” He hissed in your ear.

The demand took you by surprise. “Huh?”

“I want you to run from me,” He clarified softly, “Run. As fast and as far as you can. Until I catch you. Please?”

“W-what happens if you catch me?” You managed, a little shaken and also understanding what was happening to your boys.

“I get to fuck you,” Marc nipped at your jawline, trying to entice you. If there was one thing he wasn’t going to do, it was force himself on you. He’d catch a plane to Singapore just to keep himself away from you if you said no. He was still steadily rocking into you, lapping at your wounded shoulder as he tried to cover the scent of the other male, take it away, get rid of it…

“M-Marc,” You breathed; he could see in your eyes that you were greatly concerned. But he could also smell your arousal, and it was just making his whole situation worse. “We’re out in public. Can you wait till we get back to the flat?”

He was able to have a moment of clarity (? If you could call it that). Mainly because Steven was acting like a caged tiger, slamming up against the front violently like an animal behind bars. Marc wouldn’t let him out; couldn’t let him out. Steven could get rough and hurt you without even meaning to, and then he’d feel guilty and horrible when he came back to himself. Marc knew that he was always gentle, that he could stop himself, but... “Don’t you fucking dare take her here, Marc. Getting her scent everywhere in a place so far from home. Getting her everywhere— you get her home, Marc. Get her home, or I will. She needs to be safe.”

Steven was his voice of reason, as always. He wholly agreed with his alter, biting softly at your jawline and nuzzling into your neck. There. He found it. The spot right behind your ears that had your knees buckling, a flood of arousal heading straight to your core. You were probably dripping for him already.

“Bloody hell,” Steven groaned when he saw how you nearly went limp, if not for Marc catching you and holding you against him.

Marc scooped you up in his arms and held you close, taking you back to the flat; it wasn’t a particularly long walk, but it felt like days. Marc’s suit was tight, way too tight and he could barely breathe. By the time the building was in sight, he was sweating buckets and could barely walk, almost in pain. He set you down carefully, much to your confusion. “Can you run? Please? I want to chase you.”

“Why?” You weren’t mocking, or teasing; you were genuinely asking why he wanted to chase you. He himself wasn’t sure— all he knew was that he wanted to have the thrill of chasing you before mating with you. Before…

Before he breeds you.

The thought of potentially impregnating you makes him moan into your neck, and he turns you around, giving you a gentle nudge to the building. “Go. Go, please.”

Reluctantly, you did. Marc started counting to thirty, watching your shrinking form pick up speed, as his alters spoke up.

1…2…3…

Steven was too close, heated and pissed. “Get that bloody male’s scent off her, Marc. I don’t care if you have to fucking cum on her shoulders. Get. It. Off.”

“Marc, listen to me, hombré,” Jake said, farther back, still horny but sensible. He wasn’t letting himself get near to the front, but he kept trying to pull Steven back, which resulted violently; not entirely in control of himself, Steven attacked, fending Jake off while keeping his position in co-fronting. “Remember yourself. Don’t let yourself hurt her.”

20, 21, 22…

Keeping Steven contained was the equivalent of holding a cat carrier with a violent, strong cat freaking out on the inside. Marc was losing his hold, grip failing—

Steven took advantage of the slip and bolted.

You’d only just gotten through the doors of the building when Steven took off, too far gone to hear Jake reprimanding him or Marc begging him for the body back. He burst through the doors just as you entered the elevator, watching with wide eyes as he raced for you. The doors closed before he reached them, and he slammed into them hard enough to dent them. The suit gave him the strength to pry the doors open with the sound of screeching metal, but the car was already gone, leaving only a gaping hole in the floor. Steven whirled for the stairs with a growl of frustration.

He’d only made it halfway up when he faltered, dizzy from how he was panting and from the overwhelming scents of his neighbors. A part of him was furious. They shouldn't be this close to you. The other was horrified. If he’d have caught you in the elevator, what would he have done?

Steven put his face in his hands. “T-Take over. One of you take over. Please.”

Marc easily slipped into the front, slumping over. Steven disappeared into the farthest reaches of the headspace that he could go, but Marc and Jake both knew it was only a matter of time before he came back out.

Muscles shaking, Marc sprinted the last few floors to the flat, tearing open the door to find your scent fresh and present; his eyes locked on you as you stood in the middle of the living room, unsure of what to do. He gently closed and locked the door behind him, striding forward to take you in his arms and kiss you deeply. He wasn’t even aware that his hand rested on your stomach until he broke away to kiss your neck. “No condoms. Please.”

“Mar—“

“Please,” Marc was speaking before his mind could comprehend that he was fucking begging. “I-I dont just wanna have s-sex, I want to mate with you, breed you, pleasepleasepleaseplease—“ He must’ve been rambling, because you took his face in your hands to look him in the eyes. Marc forced himself to form a coherent sentence, though his voice was barely a whisper. “I-I… I want to get you pregnant…” He shook his head, realizing what he was saying in a moment of true clarity. “Baby, I don’t know what’s happening, please forgive me—“

You kissed him softly. Just a peck. “Marc. It’s okay.”

Marc moaned with relief, turning you around and helping you to the bed. He laid you flat on your back and caged you in underneath of him, pressing his face into your neck to lick and suck and bite at your throat. The scents of the flat— you, him, home— relaxed his tense muscles. It made him feel as if you were in a safe zone. He peeled your jacket off and tore off your button-down shirt, the little buttons flying everywhere. Marc didn’t remove the suit, still only maskless— if it enhanced his powers, he wondered if it would enhance other things. If it might take first try.

Your little whimpers and gasps caused his hips to buck into you suddenly. He slipped his waist between your legs, which locked around his torso tightly to pull him closer. The sound of tearing fabric filled the bedroom as Marc tore off your pants and underwear with no effort whatsoever, making you gasp loudly and moan his name. Marc sensed how wet you were and snarled against your neck, grinding into you as he entwined his fingers with yours.

Your naked body was responding to him exactly how he wanted you to. You writhed and rocked against him, squeezing his hands for something to ground you. You wrestled a hand out from under his, and at first he was going to pin it back down, but then your fingers tangled in his curls and tugged. He groaned into your neck, sinking his teeth gently into your flesh and sweeping his other arm underneath of you to hold you against him; yours magnetized around him, hand fisting his cape at his back.

His hand slipped between you, sinking into your heat; you gasped, though the fact that you rocked into his hand made him continue. You were soaked.

He had Jake in one ear, barely able to control himself, whispering about how he needs to fuck you hard and thorough. He had Steven in the other, growling and cussing and trying to force himself to the front to take you himself.

Marc pulled back a little, just enough to maneuver his suit to pull his length out, throbbing and so hard he was nearly in pain. “Baby,” You whispered sympathetically, concerned, and Marc nudged his face into yours.

“Is this okay?”

You frowned, pulling him closer. He’d walk away if you said no, willing to fight through the pain of whatever was wrong with him. “It’s okay.”

Marc slowly, carefully, like you were made of glass, pushed into you. His hips twitched too quickly as he sunk in, as if he was fighting himself not to take you rough. Once he bottomed out, he unleashed a primal groan, deep in the back of his throat. “Oh my god; that’s it, babygirl, that’s it…”

His thrusts were slow as he rubbed your clit, trying to get you to the edge that he was already at. But it wasn’t enough, he needed more and so did you…

He pulled out, ignoring your whine save for a reassuring nudge against your face. “S’okay.” He turned you over, assisting you to your hands and knees; he doubled over you as he buried himself inside you again, pressing against something devastating deep within you— you cried out, loudly enough to where you knew your neighbors would be complaining in the morning. One of his arms swept under your hips to hold you firmly against him, the other, holding himself up alongside your own. You gripped his wrist for leverage as he propped a leg up beside you, knowing that he was going to absolutely ruin you.

The position woke up something feral in him. He was sure that Steven and Jake were co-fronting now, adding to his actions, but he didn’t care. You felt and looked and smelled so fucking good around and under and all over him that he didn’t care at all. His hips pistoned into you at a bruising pace, the head of his cock punching your cervix with each blow. His eyes rolled back in his head as he finally felt the build of his orgasm; but he couldn’t cum yet. Not without you. “Fuck, sweetheart—“ His position shifted slightly. He straightened his back, both hands coming to grip your hips briefly before one slipped underneath of you, pressing against your stomach until you moaned; he started grinding, feeling himself nudge against your insides as you started to sob with pleasure. Marc let out a guttural groan, letting his forehead fall onto your back. You all but screamed when he started roughly massaging your clit with his other hand.

“That’s it, babygirl, that’s it, come on… Come on…”

You came with a piercing wail that almost hurt his ears. Tumbling after you after a few stuttering thrusts was Marc, spilling into you with a yelp of alarm. “Oh— shit!” He stilled, face contorting with the pleasure of his high as he held you against him, panting fast and heavy as he emptied into you for far longer than he was used to. “F-fuck…”

“Huh,” Jake hummed, “Who knew wearing Khonshu’s suit would give us a bigger load.” Steven, on the other hand, had felt the orgasm too, and was calmed down, in a sort of daze.

“M-Marc,” you whimpered, but he was loathe to pull out of you. He reached up and brushed your sweaty hair back away from your face, kissing at your shoulders.

Gently, he rolled over so that you were both on your sides before pulling out; he scooped whatever dripped out right back in, not that it mattered. It didn’t take. She’s not pregnant. Marc frowned, whimpering as he let the suit melt off. You couldn’t take another load like that, not right now; he wasn’t even sure if you could take another orgasm. He was licking at your throat and that spot that drove you crazy, slowly, eyes closed as he breathed you in and held you against him. The contrast of your naked form against his clothed body made him feel off, so he pulled back and stripped of everything, settling in bed beside you.

He was already hard again, and the blissful smile you sent his way only made it worse. It disappeared off your face when you saw his pained expression. “What is it?”

“I… I need more…” He was reluctant to admit it. He didn’t want to take advantage of you.

“Marc…” You cupped his face in your hand. “I can take it. I promise. I’ll use my safeword if I can’t, okay?”

“Okay?” Marc echoed, situating himself above you and between your legs. “You sure? I don’t wanna hurt you—“

“I’m fine,” Was all the assurance he needed.

It was slower this time, more sensual. He held you against him as he drove carefully into you with firm rolls of his hips, getting as deep as possible. Your shared orgasm was enough to knock him out cold, and Steven fronted. Gently, he caressed your face as he hovered over you, already hard again inside you and knowing it hadn’t taken yet. “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier, dove,” Steven breathed, nuzzling up under your chin. “Don’t know what came over me… do you have one more in you, lovey? One more?”

You knew full well it wouldn’t be just one more, or two. Steven managed to cum in you once, but he drew two orgasms from you first. Then Jake was fronting, gently moving you so that your legs were over his shoulders before he slowly pounded into you, drawing another orgasm from you when he came.

Fighting the urges, he launched into aftercare, wiping you clean and engulfing you in his hold as you slept.

When he woke, it was Marc. Jake and Steven were quiet. It was only midnight. The full moon blazed through the window, illuminating the whole room with silver light— and you were gone. Marc sat up in a panic, your scent overwhelming him and fresh; but where were you? He called your name warily, only for you to come out of the bathroom with one of his shirts on. Your legs were wobbly. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You needed your rest,” you whispered softly as he helped you back into bed. Immediately, his arms were around you and he was pulling you underneath of him, nuzzling into your throat with a soft hum. There was no trace of the other male’s scent, now. There’s only Marc, Jake, Steven, you… no one else.

You’re still not pregnant.

You’re still ovulating, though. The moon is at its fullest and brightest. He might not even need the suit. His hand traced your stomach, drawing patterns as you ran your hands through his curls. He softly said your name before propping himself up on his elbows to look you in the eye. He didn’t even have to ask; your legs parted for him immediately when you felt him hardening against your thigh, wrapping around his hips.

“Be gentle,” Steven warned, “We’ve had her all night.”

“She can do it,” Jake whispered, “Hermosa, tan hermosa…”

Marc hesitated, biting his lip. His fingers danced over your stomach nervously. “What is it?” You whispered quietly; he seemed a bit back to himself, more lucid, but you feared one wrong word would send him back into the frenzy he and his alters had been in earlier.

“I’m sorry,” Marc choked out, fighting back tears. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart; you didn’t sign up for any of this shit—“

“Marc,” You ran your thumbs over his cheekbones, brushing away tears he didn’t realize he’d shed. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, I’m fucking you so hard with intentions you agreed to without thinking—“

You cut him off with a light scold. “Marc Spector… don’t you remember this morning?” Marc was, reasonably, confused. In fact, he didn’t remember much of the day. It was a blur of aggression and lust for all three of them. He shook his head. “We were talking about kids,” You caressed his cheek, brow furrowing with concern. “How many we wanted, how we’ll need a bigger house… this is just… a different way of trying.”

“...Trying,” Marc repeated after a second, shocked. He still didn’t remember it. But he trusted you. Now, other fears surfaced, ones he hadn’t thought of in his moon-induced trance. “What if I’m not a good dad? What if I’m a horrible father? What if—“

You cut him off with a passionate kiss. Marc melted against you. Don’t even say it, you thought, you’ll never be like your mother. “You’ll be an amazing father,” You whispered instead. “And I’ll be right there with you every step of the way.” After a moment, you added, “Do… Do you still want to try?”

Marc shifted slightly, licking his lips, before kissing you warmly. “...Yeah. I do.” You wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile, pulling him close. “Steven and Jake are here,” Marc breathed against your ear as he pushed into you; you hissed, walls over-sensitive from being paid so much attention over the course of the night. “Can they watch, pretty girl? Can they watch us make a baby?”

Your frantic nodding made Steven smile; Jake leaned back as if getting comfortable for a movie. Marc entwined your fingers with his as he slowly rutted into you, dragging his cock along your walls painfully slowly before sliding back in and pressing against something that made you see stars. You breathed his name like a mantra, while Marc whispered honeyed words into your ear. “Our kid’s gonna be so beautiful, having a part of you. Can’t think of anyone in the world I’d rather have a baby with, sweetheart; you, only you.” He nuzzled the side of your face, nipping at your jawline as he drew slow circles over your clit.

When you came, you dragged Marc with you over the edge, the pair of you writhing and moaning against each other in the throes of your ecstasy. As you came to, you saw Marc’s beaming smile, eyes glistening with unshed tears. His hand never left your stomach. “I think we did it… I… I think you’re pregnant.”

Marc let out a breathless laugh against your lips, and you laughed with him, hugging him tightly and kissing all over your face. Marc— finally satiated, back to himself, his alters confused and excited— was smiling like you’d never seen before. He was happy. “We just started a family,” You sniffled, shocked.

“Wouldn’t have done it with anyone else,” Marc said sincerely, tired and spent. He kissed you, warmth radiating off of him as he embraced you. “...I love you. I know I don’t say it a lot, and I should… I’m gonna try harder. To give you everything. To give you both everything…” His eyes locked with yours, both gazes holding unshed tears. He kissed you again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Marc,” You said through your tears, and you fell asleep happy and entangled together under the light of the moon.

Slowly, pointedly, you turned to glare over your shoulder at Marc, who sat at the dinner table, feigning innocence. “Marc…” You warned.

“What? I’m not doing anything.”

“Not yet.”

“You say that as if I’m known to do something.”

“Marc?” You said, half-turning around, “I learned long ago that I can never trust you with cookie dough.”

The sound of breaking glass in the next room made you both lunge frantically, tripping over yourselves, chairs, and each other as you rushed for the source of the sound. By the time you got there, there was only a little tiny version of Moon Knight, as if he’d been shrunk, dusting himself off as he stood to face you both, clearly having jumped off the couch in an attempt to “fly.”

You both heaved a sigh of exasperation toward your three-year-old son. “Nico,” Marc scolded lightly, coming forward to kneel in front of him. “What’ve we told you, buddy? You’re gonna get yourself hurt. I’ll fly with you, okay? But when you’re older, I promise. Are you hurt?”

Nico shook his little masked head. “No, Daddy. I bumped the vase.” He pointed accusingly toward the shattered glass and remains of flowers. Marc checked him over anyway before holding him gently by the shoulders. “Don’t do that again, okay?” Nico nodded, lowering his head, and Marc added, “Hey. I’m not angry. I just don’t want you getting hurt. I could never be angry at you. Ever. Okay?” He pulled Nico in for a tender embrace.

You watched it all from the doorway with a smile. Nico Randall Spector (Lockley-Grant, but you couldn’t officially put that on any of his birth certificates or documents without causing a whole conundrum of confusion) was every bit like his father. The same hair, same eyes, and same hidden chaotic energy. “Just like his father…”

Marc shot you a teasing glare. “Hey. I’ve never jumped off the couch.”

“So I’m just supposed to pretend we’ve never had Nerf battles, then?” You countered swiftly.

Marc scoffed as he stood with Nico in his arms. “I’ve never jumped off the couch. Have I ever jumped off the couch?” He turned to confirm with your son, who reluctantly nodded; Marc immediately began to tickle him. “Little traitor! I’ve never jumped off the couch! How dare you!”

Only when Nico was nearly out of breath did Marc stop, smiling as he pressed his forehead to his much smaller one. Nico hugged him tight enough to probably choke him, but Marc didn’t care; he gave him a kiss on the cheek before setting him down. “Okay— go change. It’s almost time for dinner.”

“Okay!” Nico started to hurry away; you called after him, “Need any help, Moon Knight?”

“No thank you,” Came his little voice; Jake’s cat, Taco, appeared out from underneath the couch and padded silently after him.

You and Marc watched your son disappear into his room fondly; you’d never seen Marc smile like that until he was born. He unfolded his arms and came over to loosely put his arms around your waist. “Thought you were supposed to be watching him while I finished up.”

“Your fault for distracting me with the cookie dough,” Marc retorted childishly, then added with a wink, “And those damn jeans.”

“Hush,” You whispered.

Marc smiled again, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hand fell to splay over your stomach. “Maybe his sister will keep him in line when she gets here.”

You tapped his nose with the spoon you’d been holding. He balked and blinked rapidly. “Hey. That doesn’t even have any dough on it!” Reduced to giggling messes, Marc held you tightly against him and closed his eyes, savoring the closeness.

Dinner was one of those rare moments of domestic bliss; Nico made a ridiculous mess, but all three alters were present, switching who was fronting in order to spend time with their expecting wife and son— and to help clean up. The night ended with Marc being the only one who remained awake after a movie, as you were tucked in on one side of him, his arm around you and his hand over your stomach, and Nico under the other arm. Marc smiled to himself, giving you each a kiss.

“Love you guys. With all my heart.”

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creamyychann · 2 years

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Hey can u make a ran haitani x f! Sibling x rindo haitani. After naive little Y/n comes back home after her dance class complaining about her cramps due to dancing, her 2 older brothers couldn't hold back and give her a nice "massage" to help her feel better.

Incest/step-cest

HAITANI BROTHERSSS 😩

Massage... Wanna know smth? This request reminds me of an audio abt a guy asking for a massage service from the listener but then the listener end up having sex? Pleasure him? Idk I forgor & the guy is also like those innocent, cute guy, SO, I'm taking an inspiration from that 🤩

Also, I really like their original hairstyle (not bonten ///sorry) so, this taken at Kanto Manji Era.

Ran (21)

Rindou (20)

Reader (19)

Tags: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, Dub-con, Threesome, Double penetration 1 hole, Naive reader.

MINORS DNI

Don't like it? DON'T READ IT!

You've been warned.

Read at your own risk.

The Front door could be heard opening, the 3 brothers rushed quickly to meet their sweet, darling sister. "Welcome home Y/N! " they both greet, but then they notice your appearance. Limping, holding your back & hip, not to mention the pained expression displaying on your face.

"Ahh.. Hi nii-chan! " you greet back after struggling holding up yourself. "Y/N, are you ok? Want me to carry? " Ran spoke as he carefully hugs you in worry. "Uhh,, I didn't stretch good enough today & I ended up with muscle cramps, haha" you explain trying to ease out the pain "Here here let your big brothers handle you Y/N" Rindou gently lift you up & carry you to their bedroom.

You sat on the bed then arch your back, making out a satisfying crack. "Y/N, you really seem in a lot of pain, do you want your big brothers to give you some nice, relaxing massage? " Ran spoke as he wrap his arm on your shoulder while staring at you longingly with his classic smile. "Yeah, that would be great isn't it? Besides, you've worked really hard" Rindou kneel down to match your vision, his usual scowling expression now replaced with a gentle expression that only you & Ran ever seen him like this.

"Sure, I think that'll be a great idea" you agreed with a warm smile.

Ran & Rindou smirked at this

You're completely naked. Your breasts squeezed onto the bed while your bottoms are covered with a blanket, though Ran was against covering it but the room has an AC in it so you don't want to freeze. Besides you Rindou watch your glistening back so intensely while Ran pour oil massage onto his hand. You shivers as Ran's warm oily hands touches your back. Your face flushed red as Ran sensually massage you.

You shriek when you feel another 2 hands rubs & massage your legs. "It's tense here, you really overworked yourself" you heard Rindou spoke, feeling his large rough fingers dipping onto your soft thighs. You moan at the relief when Ran hit the spot. You didn't realize the effect you cause from that moan you let out.

As they continues to massage you, Rindou trail his hand up & up till it reach your upper thighs, just below your buttocks. Meanwhile, you're slowly drifting off over how relaxing it is, not aware the real intention they have. Hands slowly come up your ass & then grip it. You let out a moan when Rindou did that, while at the same time, Ran trails his hand to the side of your breasts & slowly gets under it.

"Hey, Y/N, do you want a 'special massage' session? ~" you hear Ran whisper to you while he slowly massaging your breasts. "H-hm? What kind of special massage? " Feeling arousal start to build up as Rindou slowly massaging & groping your ass. "You'll see~ ♡" He whisper again & finally pulls away from you.

You feel the blanket covering your ass get taken off but you didn't think much of it. You could hear sounds off clothes moving or cluttering then a sound of falling clothes. The sudden change of atmosphere crowding the room as you half sleepingly lay on the bed. The bed dip as you feel something hard rubbing against your ass.

"Hmmm? Nii-chan? What's that? " You ask trying to see behind you "oh, it's part of the special massage! You'll love it! ♡" Ran soothe you as he spread your ass not before giving it a firm grip. "Go on Rindou~ Don't keep your baby sister waiting~" Rindou tch-ed at his brother exclamation but do as he told. "Be ready Y/N, it'll hurt at first" Rindou said as he plunge his dick into your pussy.

Your eyes widen & whines at the sudden feeling. "Ah! ~ what's this! ~" "Relax baby~ it's part of the special massage~ we promise it'll feel like heaven~" Ran strokee your hair as you moan, clenching around Rin's dick as he let you adjust his length. A few minutes later, Rin start to move.

"How does it feels baby sister? ~ it feels good right? ~" Ran whisper, gliding his hand on your buttocks, watching it bounce every time Rindou thrust. "I-it feels good! " you continue to moan as your arms change position into gripping the bed sheets.

Rindou suddenly stopped along with Ran pulling away from you. You look back in confusion, seeing your big brothers eyeing each other. "Baby, do you think you can take the 2 of us? " Ran slowly pumping his semi hard dick whilst looking intently at you. "I-i think so? " you answer, not really getting what he meant. Your answer makes both brothers smirk & ready to pounce

A hand hold down onto someone chest to avoid falling down while the other wrapped around someone's neck to sloppily makes out with him. Your mind filled with nothing but pleasure. Feeling their 2 dicks in one hole feels so painful yet so good. Their thrust is not slowing down at any moment, knowing how much heavenly noises coming from your mouth if they keep doing this. Pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connects your tongue as you & Rindou looks intensely at each other.

Feeling left out, Ran pouts & give you a hard thrust making you yelp. He pulls you onto him, crashing both lips on each other. You wrap your arms around his neck as you continues to moan at their never slowing thrust.

They're getting close, so are you, but you can't hold it any longer. You squeezed your walls so tight at your orgasms, not forgetting to moan so loudly onto Ran's mouth. The sudden tightness triggers their own orgasm resulting with them happily filling you up with cum.

You 3 pants as you 3 lay on top each other. Feeling so drained & tired, you slowly drift to sleep. "Nii-chan... " you barely let out whisper, but it still get caught by Ran & Rindou's ears "yes Y/N? " Rindou response between heavy breaths "thank you... Can we do it again sometimes? " you ask slowly closing your eyes, & drift off to your dream land. Ran & Rindou smirks devilishly, as Ran strokes your hair, Rindou answer your questions.

"We'll happily do that Y/N ♡"

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I SWEAR, I THINK SOMEONE CURSE ME, I FRACTURED MY KNEE, THEN MY LEFT SHOULDER IS SPRAINED, NOW MY PEN TABLET IS LOST WTFFFF.

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bludrogue · 1 month

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These are a bunch of random headcanons I have about Jason Todd

I have a couple of headcanons about Jason, and I'll add onto them eventually down the line. But here's one or two I think about.

As someone who started working out to build muscle -- and has medical issues, specifically arthritis and fainting issues -- I'm gradually realizing how much slower my pace is compared to a typical person. With that said, here's my first head canon based on my own experiences (I guess I'm self projecting, but idk):

Headcanon #1: Day One Training Gone Wrong

-- The first time Jason ever had Robin training steadily went downhill. Not to say Jason isn't active, the kid lived on the streets and could throw a mean punch if he wanted to, but that doesn't mean his stamina is up to par or his strength. Plus, with the malnutrition he probably faced during that time period has also effected his body.

-- Having that said, when Jason began day one of training he didn't necessarily know how his capabilities were when it came to exercising. But he was not willing to confess this to Bruce -- possibly due to the fear of being kicked out if he did not meet the set goals Bruce created for that day. And so, everything Bruce asked him to do, he did.

-- He completed the reps and sets with a smile on his face, claiming "I got it," or "I can do it," no matter how many times Bruce has asked if he was alright or commenting about breaks being important. He doesn't need a break, he's totally got this. Pssht. He can so handle a couple lunges and squats. Triceps? Easy. Rear delts? No problem. Lat pull downs and rows? He'll get it done. He can handle this.

-- Until he can't.

-- As Jason is about to do one final set to an exercise, and Jason did not realize how intense the training was going to be, spots fill his vision, he has the feeling of hot needles prickling his face, an odd metallic taste on his tongue (this happens to me, idk why), and his ears starting brutally ringing.

-- The last thing he sees before passing out is Bruce rushing over to him and he hears him calling out his name.

-- Jason wakes up with his back on the cave's floor, and his feet elevated. With his shoes off -- which Jason finds the most peculiar out of everything. Then he discovers Bruce sitting besides him -- thankfully not hovering over him. And Bruce is staring at him with his usual stone cold expression that he can't depict what expression means. If Bruce is pissed at him for fucking up or for failing to meet the exercises.

-- Jason internally panics the moment his eyes land on Bruce. He believes that this is it, he fucked up his one chance at having a home and now he's going to be kicked out for good. He tells himself to play it cool, as if nothing happened. He jokes about how the weather is up there for Bruce or about taking an accidental nap on the floor distract Bruce from getting to the 'This is no longer working, I'm taking back Robin and I'm putting you in an orphanage' talk.

-- Instead, the question Bruce asks next is not what Jason expected at all. Bruce asks about his well being. If he's feeling alright? This is an honest shock to Jason because he's not used to anyone asking if he's alright. Catherine was too trapped in her own world thanks to drugs and Willis would bark at him to walk of any sort of injury. Even on the streets, drug dealers, gang members, and other homeless people didn't give a fuck if you had a fever.

-- So he's not used to anyone asking about his well being.

-- Jason lies, claiming he's fine. To further prove his point, he attempts to sit up, but Bruce stops him from doing so. Bruce orders Jason to lie back down -- which even under the minimal lucidity he has Jason still tenses at the thought -- to which Bruce then explains that his face is still pale and his lips are still white. Adding, that once his face gains a bit of color it will be safer for him to sit up right again.

-- Jason huffs a "Whatever," and lies back down on the ground. He won't admit Bruce right, he refuses to, but sitting up? Terrible idea right now. Then he hears the click of a cap, and a water bottle in his view. Bruce orders him to open his mouth, this way he can give him some water.

-- With no energy to argue, Jason obliges with the order and does as told. The water is an utter relief the moment it hits his tongue. Jason appreciates the kindness, but he's still waiting for the blow. Maybe this is the softness he receives before reality smacks him hard in the face. He's still wary about Bruce kicking him out, and this could just be him physically preparing him before he's shoved out the front doors. He won't take Bruce's kindness for granted. After all, he's just another orphan poster boy for the rich man.

-- Once Jason is given enough water and the color in his face returns, Bruce assists him to sit up slowly. Then Bruce discusses the importance of the balance between mind, body, and soul, reassuring Jason that taking breaks is not a bad thing. In fact, that he wants Jason to have a healthy relationship with exercising and not to strain himself. He further elaborates by how over exerting yourself can be dangerous (*cough cough* hypocrite *cough cough*) and admits a story of one of the times he went past his limits and the repercussions of doing so.

-- Bruce explains that the reason he tells Jason the story is to remind Jason to take breaks when necessary, and to also listen to his body's needs. Then Bruce stands up from the floor, and holds out a hand to Jason, complementing his abilities to go as far as he did, and suggestions they hang out in the library to relax for a bit.

-- When Bruce offers the library, the puzzle pieces click together and relief settles in his chest. Jason realizes that he's not being kicked out and this is just Bruce... caring? Again, Jason isn't used to any sort of kindness of the sort, but hey, he's not being sent out on to the streets as of this moment which is nice.

-- Instead of giving Bruce an attitude, Jason's lips split into a grin and he nods, taking Bruce's hand as he's helped up from the floor with a cheerful, "Sure thing, boss!" And the two head off to the library to read some books.

-- (I know that Jason was more cheerful and bright as a kid, so I wanted to emphasize on that aspect of his personality. I don't think Jason would question out loud if he's being kicked out only because he's not the type to express negativity like that. Jason is complex, so I'm hoping I got his character right.)

-- (Also, after this, Bruce builds a regiment around Jason's physical capabilities in order to not over extert him. He was used to Dick's stamina that he essentially forgot he was starting from scratch, so he blames himself for causing Jason to pass out during the work out. He plans on working with Jason at a much slower and less intense work out plan, and includes 30 second water breaks after every single set.)

That's one of my headcanons, I'll link here if I have anymore head canons later on! I hope I did well, and please let me know what you think. It's my first time posting so I'll admit I'm a bit nervous.

Anyways, thanks for reading :D

My Other Headcanons:

Headcanon #2

Head canon #3

#batfam #batfamily #jason todd #red hood #dc robin #jason todd robin #batman #bruce wayne #DC comics #dc headcanon

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chubs-deuce · 18 days

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Hi!! Love your artwork and your Charlastor AU with Dawn!!

I was wondering if you think Alastor would make any dawn-themed dad jokes and puns in your AU, and if he does, what would Dawn and Charlie think of them? I can’t really think of any off the top of my head right now, but I know ‘a brand new dawn’ is a phrase he could maybe use!

Again, love your art!!! If you don’t mind answering questions about it, do you have any advice for artists who want to improve their drawing or any practices that have helped you develop your skills? And are there any particular artists that really inspire you?

You’re one of my favorite artists and I don’t know how to explain it but your drawings have so much life in them!! 🌟

sdlksdflkj thank you so much omg!!!

I'm so glad you're enjoying them ;W;

And he would be insufferable with them lmfaoo, especially because I'm sure Charlie would hop in on a few of them and add to the pile as well xD

One more I can think of rn is "Oh, I was wondering where the sun went!" whenever Dawn enters a room, because the implied punchline is "but then it Dawned on me" or something? XD idk I'm not good with puns sadly

Now regarding the art advice!! This one got HELLA long so I'll hide it under a cut for everyone's comfort lmao

I know it sounds shallow and like worthless advice, but a huge huuuuge part of getting better at art is to just... make art! Practice makes perfect - it develops your motor skills, gives you somewhat of a muscle memory for certain basic shapes that are a necessity to have a good feel of for good foundation sketching.

Practice also develops your eye for compositing and for how color theory actually applies in practice, it basically helps you develop a more consistent grasp on art as a whole :D

There are some things I've learned over time that definitely helped speed things up though xD

here's some rough sketches I did just to demonstrate what my rougher drawings can look like - also a little diagram (on the right side of the image) of things I keep in mind for the average proportions of a human body!

I tend to sketch very loosely and try to capture the overall vibe and silhouette/rough shapes first before I even think about adding details - there's a certain flow, squish and stretch to everything that's just much easier for me to get a good feel for when I use quick, loose brush strokes and as few lines as possible to convey a concept.

Repeatedly sketching humanoid characters of various shapes, builds and sizes for years genuinely helped enormously in getting not only faster but also more consistent with it!

I'm fairly well practiced with hands and expressions especially at this point since I like to focus on those in my art often, so those come fairly easily to me as well now!

Something I learned along the way about keeping a certain liveliness to my artworks is that sometimes you have to forego anatomical correctness a bit if you want to fully express specific emotions - if you try too hard to keep everything perfectly proportional and realistic, it can make the outcome look stiffer than you might've aimed for - this is something I actually struggle with in my cleaner artworks :'D The ones I do proper lineart for, since a lot of the flow of the original sketch gets lost in the process haha

As for artists/artstyles that inspire me...

There's @/southpauz for example!

Her artstyle is unbelievably expressive and her eye for compositing and her use of shapes is SUBLIME - it inspired me to let loose more with my expressions, exaggerate features a bit more and to push the way I try to vary facial features :D

Then, back when I had that massive Rise of the TMNT phase, the artstyle of it has actually greatly influenced how I draw today!

It manages to be detailed and highly recognizable despite its deceivingly simple style - it exaggerates shapes and uses it to communicate personalities, emotions and action super effectively and taught me a lot about utilizing those more efficiently myself :D

And last but not least Ishida Sui - the mangaka behind Tokyo Ghoul (which used to be a highschool obsession of mine)

His striking use of colors, textures in abstract, yet symbolically heavy ways and his courage to be rough and expressive rather than looking polished, yet also having such a solid understanding of realism blew me the fuck away as a teen and still does now!!!

His art may have less of an influence on my style today than it used to back then, but I think in my more exagerrated, more horror-esque drawings you can kind of see it still :'D Either way I greatly admire him as both a writer and artist.

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I'm genuinely so so flattered that you enjoy what I do enough to give me such high praise, thank you so much for writing me such a wonderful ask <3 I'm glad I got to gush about some of my favorite artists/artstyles for a bit haha

If you have any more specific (digital) art related questions don't hesitate to reach out!! I love giving pointers about a subject I'm so passionate about, we don't gatekeep helpful information in this house!!! <3<3<3

#chubs answers #charlastor fankid #chubs ocs #dawn morningstar #art inspiration #art tips

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strawberryswitchblader · 2 years

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btw if one more person says something to the effect of "eating a calorie-rich snack after exercising cancels out the exercise you did i will start killing.

seriously though, its so fucked up how people consider sports to be primarily a weight losing exercise. bitch exercising produces dopamine!! it builds those good good muscles so you can idk open jars for your friends and bridal carry your SO!!! if you're under twenty it builds bones!!!! there's so much good about exercising even if it doesn't make you thinner and no one should feel guilty about eating ice cream after lifting weights!!!!

#op #diet culture #fatphobia #weight loss #medical misconceptions #body positivity #food tw

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niki-phoria · 11 months

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Hiii I love reading your enha reaction! I was wondering if you could do one with heeseung x late night basketball date, pronouns he/him :)

pairing: heeseung x student!male reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 710

includes: established relationship, reader is stressed about school, idk anything about basketball so i skipped over the actual game part lol i hope that's okay

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

feedback is always appreciated <33

your shoulders and back ache; an unfortunate side effect of spending hours hunched over your computer. your fingers momentarily pause your incessant typing when you hear your bedroom door creek open before you return your attention to the incomplete essay on your opened computer screen.

heeseung lets out a quiet sigh to himself, his eyebrows furrowing slightly at the sight of you. your disheveled hair falls into your tired eyes. your lips remain fixated downwards in a small frown. he can nearly see how much tension you hold in your muscles underneath the thin t-shirt you had stolen from him to sleep in the night before.

“jagi,” his voice is soft as he carefully approaches from behind you. despite hearing him enter the room, you still jump at his gentle hand placed against your shoulder. heeseung’s frown only deepens at your jumpiness. “come on. it’s been hours. you need to take a break.”

you briefly glance up at him before you turn back to your essay. “i can’t,” you say, shaking your head slightly. “i need to finish this.”

“y/n,” heeseung sighs. he places both of his hands against your shoulders, slowly beginning to gently massage your muscles. you can’t help the way your eyes flutter closed in relief. you find yourself leaning back into his touch, a soft sigh of your own escaping you.

heeseung leans down to press a kiss against the exposed skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. his affection has always flustered you. “there’s a basketball court around the block,” he says as he carefully begins to pull your hands away from your computer. he shuts the device before tugging your chair back far enough away from your desk to stand up. “let’s go play a few rounds.”

“okay,” you nod as you finally relent. heeseung softly smiles, intertwining your hands together as he guides you to your feet to stand up.

he reaches over, hand ghosting against your waist as he pulls you out of his bedroom. heeseung’s shirt hangs loosely from your shoulders. he quickly shrugs his hoodie off before tugging it over your head. “what?” he teases. “my clothes look nice on you.”

“you always say that.”

“and i always mean it.” you playfully roll your eyes at him as you tug on a pair of sneakers as heeseung grabs a basketball you’re sure belongs to his brother. “ready?”

you hum as heeseung’s arm finds its familiar home around your waist, the ball tucked perfectly against his side with his other arm.

a comfortable silence falls between you as you walk in sync out of the apartment building until you reach the desolate namyangju streets. the sun is just about to set, casting the sky in a beautiful golden glow. hues of light pink and purple decorate the sky above you.

heeseung dribbles the basketball against the cracked concrete sidewalk as you make your way around the block until you reach a small park next to a nearby neighbourhood. A lonely basketball hoop sits at the edge of a concrete slab in a grassy area.

“y/n,” heeseung calls as he passes the ball to you. you catch it easily before tossing it into the hoop above, watching as it passes straight through the net below.

heeseung smiles as he catches the ball once again, passing it back to you. you can’t help the way your lips quirk into a small smile as he playfully dribbles the ball towards you. “come on, y/n,” he teases. “five points. one game.”

“don’t test your luck hee,” you smile, stepping closer to him. “you know you can’t beat me.”

“we’ll see.”

“yes!” you cheer as the ball falls through the net once again, signaling the end of the game and yet another point for you. heeseung laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close so your back is pressed against his chest. “i told you,” you tease, pushing a strand of his hair back into place. “you never stood a chance.”

heeseung smiles brightly as he playfully shakes his head. you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in to pull him into a sweet kiss. “thank you, hee,” you whisper. “i needed this.”

“anything for you, love.”

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zavbees · 7 months

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Eugene "RT" Ridgewell-Turnner

Age: 42

Gender: Male (he/him)

Residence: Health Camp outside Health Institute, St George Holm

Job: Joy Doctor/Sales Personality

Hair color: Blond

Eye color: Dull Green

Height: 6 ft 1

Build: Decent muscle, but still slim

Wardrobe: RT, when out and about, can be seen with a messenger hat, his usual yellow turtleneck, bell bottoms, dress shoes, and a leather jacket.

When in his Doctor gear, he ditches the horrid yellow boots and stuffy dress shirt and tie, opting instead for the turtleneck and dress shoes, keeping the jacket open. As for the glasses, why cover the money maker?

And, of course, he always keeps his Happy Face Mask on. Always.

Traits: Oh You, Hustler, Smooth Talker, Tireless

Likes: Socializing, walks, music (any kind)

Favorite song: World Weary - Noel Coward

Dislikes:Loud noises, sitting still, dull colors, bugs

Backstory:

Before the war, Eugene was a salesman. He grew up in Wellington Wells, helping his family out with their general store. He was the one who would advertise for the store, posting ads on the billboards around town. He had a knack for selling people on products. Other businesses would reach out to him to help sell their products, for a price. Eugene thought nothing of it, since, even if the family business wouldn't be selling as much, he was still bringing in money.

This continued, with him advertising for more places, eventually making commercials for them.

When the first batch of Joy came out, he was one of the main people advertising it. As new batches came out, and Joy became rapidly popular, his ads were put on inbetween Uncle Jack - an easy way to remind people that they can get their hands on bottled happiness for the low low price of nothing.

With the rise of Joy Doctors, he was invited to join, as a way for the people of Wellington Wells, especially the working class, to be more accepting of this new force. The invitation was accepted.

Of course, the number one rule of sales is to know your audience, as well as your product. He was aware of the downsides of Joy - the memory loss, the withdrawals - and he, personally, wanted none of it. He had not been effected the way the rest of the town was by the Very Bad Thing. And he definitely didn't regret his choice of profession, no no he did not. So there was no reason to put himself through the negatives.

Besides, if you can't accept the negatives, how will you know what to leave out in your pitch?

Relationships with:

Arthur:

Deadass doesn't know who he is. At all. They probably would get along somewhat (before he went off Joy), but RT would most likely find him annoying after a while.

Sally:

He is a client of hers, for Sunshine. They... don't really like each other. But business is business.

Ollie:

He knows who Ollie Starkey is, but couldn't care less honestly. If they ever did meet, RT would find him hilarious.

Relationships with other characters:

(Idk man-)

#we happy few #whf #whf fanart #we happy few oc #whf oc #idk hes just a silly guy #a little goofy #a goober #joy doctor #eugene ridgewell-turner #ZDraws #Joy #ZDrawsJoy

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pockets-full-of-beans · 2 years

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[Been thinking about Duncan lately, so, older Duncan doodle?]

[Some random hcs under the cut?]

The cure, despite miraculously booting the fever from his system and halting the likely degeneration of his body, didn't "fix" the damage the disease had already caused. The boils left discoloration and scarring, his muscles had become too weak to really support his body, and he struggled with speech and memory.

This was probably a bit distressing for Maccready, but also not too surprising? A lot of the kids back in Little Lamplight struggled with various health problems, such as the rickets and malnutrition mentioned in fo3, so he probably wasn't shocked by it nor unprepared, just terribly anxious about anything getting worse and Duncan's health taking a plummet again.

I like to think Maccready brought Duncan to the Commonwealth once things settle a bit, and because of so, Curie was able to assist in furthering his treatment. It helped her research more into the health of children in the wasteland and create better over-all treatment for settlements, and in turn helped Duncan over time regain more of his strength and motor-skills.

It's not often a parent gets to watch their child learn to walk and run for a second time, but Maccready did, and it seems his stubborn determination is quite genetic.

While he is capable of walking and running, Duncan's balance never really returned and he tires very easily, hence the walking cane in the doodle. He likely has a few depending on what he needs for the day or how tired/achy he is, since the "quality" of his health might be a bit more of a day-by-day ordeal.

Hancock tried gifting Duncan a sword-cane he had laying around in the Old State House for a birthday, but Maccready quickly intervened, putting it away till Duncan was older. Maccready did think it was pretty cool though.

In a way, Cait and Duncan somewhat bonded over their recovery processes. (I tend to believe that that really sketchy vault machine also wasn't a "cure-all" type deal, and so, Cait also likely had quite the road ahead of her when it came to recovering.) Duncan looked up to her when it came to stuff such as the physical therapy, as she seemed so strong to him, and he wanted to do his best, but not push himself too hard, to one day be as strong as her. Funnily enough, Cait thought it the other way around, watching this small child carefully build himself back up, she figured he was the much stronger one in a self-loathing way. But eventually she figured "If this kid can do it, why the fuck can't I?"

Weirdly enough, the disease didn't leave many effects on Duncan's eyesight and he has about the same hawk-like vision of his father. However, the disease did affect how steady his hands are, so he can't really shoot as straight without support or leaning against something. He's a good spotter though. Might enjoy bird-watching?

While debatable with the wonkiness of canon, I do tend to lean towards Duncan's mother having been the Lucy from Little Lamplight just because, idk, I really loved her in fo3, and while I hate it meaning she dies in such a way, I do like the idea of Duncan having many of her traits, both physically and personality-wise. He's almost a near-50/50 mix of his parents.

Like Lucy, he's a lot more naturally patient compared to Maccready. Constant physical therapy and medical appointments made that a bit of a heaven sent. Probably, a bit of a funny image from an outside view in the waiting rooms of clinics. (Duncan sitting calmly, perhaps reading a comic or drawing, and next to him Mac just constantly looking around, bouncing his leg, wringing his hands, making small noises to distract from fretting about Duncan.)

Despite the patient nature, he is just about as distractible as Maccready is. Father and son shopping/restocking runs go a little out of hand because of that. They both prefer lists and schedules.

Duncan is a very avid reader, but generally loves stories in whatever form he can get them in. It was a bit of a life-line during the worst of his fever, having someone there to read to him or tell him stories and distract him from the pain. It became a passion of his later on. He loves hearing Daisy talk about the pre-war libraries, and her favorite stories.

Perhaps he'd take up writing? Making up his own stories to read or tell to others just as they had to him. Maybe he'd weasel an extra or un-used type-writer from Piper to write with.

Just like his Dad, fish/seafood does not agree with him. But! Unlike his Dad, he's not allergic to dust lol.

Duncan's soft-spoken for the most part, which just makes his threats or insults all the more intense as he can deliver them with his father's conviction, just a lot calmer and serious.

...Duncan does swear, he just tries to hide it from Maccready. ( Mac knows...)

#idk. i know some folks don't seem very keen on the concept of Duncan. but i honestly love him #most of the hc's are quite random and probably make little sense lol. it's been a busy day lmao #fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 fanart #fallout fanart #fallout duncan #duncan maccready #fallout #fallout headcanons #fo4 headcanons #pockets-draws #i couldn't decide on like. a color for him? Like. Mac is green. that's a given. But I wasn't sure for Duncan?#Eventually landed on softer greens and yellow tho #fo4 plagues my brain during my own physical therapy. so. idk. i kept thinking about Duncan likely having to go through something similar #granted. Duncan has a lot more going on than I do lol

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rookthorne · 2 years

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Does your Biker Bucky has a memory where he drives a bike or rides it whit someone for the first time?

So the beginning of the love between Bucky and his bike?

AHHH I've been wanting to do this for the longest time, thank you so much for requesting this, I kinda ran with it! but I hope you enjoy! 💜

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡

Trips down memory lane were always difficult, until finally a memory shined through the shadows — reminding him of just where he belonged.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes & Biker!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✰ 500

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Fluff, references to past events

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✰ I'd just like to point out that this is exactly 500 words idk how I did it, BUT I DID IT!

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✰ Forever Young by Audra Mae, The Forest Rangers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✰ Lana's Birthday Celebration — Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The smell of engine oil was overwhelmingly strong in the shop as Bucky worked on his father’s ‘66 Triumph Bonneville, the old and rusted frame now sparkling chrome and white from his careful restoration.

“Steve!” Bucky called while his grease-covered hands tackled a particularly difficult pain in the ass seal in the engine. “Gimme a hand, this sonofabitch won’t release.”

Steve’s boot falls hit against the black stained cement as he approached and he reached over Bucky’s shoulder, the extra pressure just the thing needed to release the troublesome part. “Thanks, punk.”

“You’re welcome, jerk,” Steve said as he whipped the rag he held across Bucky’s back and laughed at his shout of surprise.

The sound of the stereo blasting Mötley Crüe became muffled as he worked on the four-stroke, the work proving easy, his muscle memory taking over as his mind wandered back.

It wasn’t often that Bucky would pause to reflect on what had happened throughout his life before he’d been shipped off against his will - the memories either blocked or too painful to process, but one shined like a beacon amongst the shadows and depths of his mind.

His very first ride on this very bike, when he was a teenager.

The bike was heavy and awkward between his legs as he straddled the seat, his father circling him and adjusting his stance with a stern voice. “Shift up a bit, son.” As George spoke he nudged his boot against Bucky’s ankle.

Bucky did so and looked over his shoulder at his father, only to see him smiling. Bucky’s chest swelled with pride and he grinned back.

He could remember how many false starts he had put the poor transmission through, the engine roaring and the sputtering followed by the terse order from his father to try again.

“You will be stuck cleaning the barrack toilets if you can’t get this right, son.”

That threat alone, while harsh, was very effective.

By the end of that day, Bucky had managed to smoothly transition between gears and hold the bike steady as he rode up and down the street; slow enough that the buildings didn’t fly by, but fast enough for the wind to muss his hair and make his heart rate just as fast as it did these days.

He could still remember the pride in his father’s face as he watched Bucky ride by, the image tattooed in his mind as though it was inked against his skull. It was one of the few times that Bucky had ever felt happy.

Back then, he learnt of his place - where he wanted to be.

It was not holding a gun and marching to orders, not waiting with bated breath on whether the next step would result in him, or his brothers being shot and killed.

No. It was here.

His legs astride the leather seat of a two-wheeled chariot that roared with fury and went as fast as Mercury, leaving nothing but his worries and fears behind.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#Lana’s Birthday Celebration #biker au #bucky barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes imagine #Triumph #rookthorne’s works #Paula 💜

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babyjakes · 2 years

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no itching. [blurb.]

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summary | chris helps you keep your mind off a nagging rash.

pairing | daddy!chris evans x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression (daddy!chris little!reader), so fluffy so cute :’-), mentions of rashes from eczema and dermatitis (but could be from anything tbh), dodger being babie as always, chris helping with rash? idk about these warnings what am i doing lol

word count | 449

requested by @fangirlofallthings | Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, it’s blurb night, happy happy, excited for you! May I please have a request with Chris Evans? I have eczema and dermatitis and sometimes I will have rashes that get itchy and I need to put cream and try not to scratch but when I am more little, it’s really, really hard 🥺 So can I have some kind of comfort where Chris distracts me with fun things like cuddling or playing with dodger, etc. Thank you friend, take care of yourself while you’re writing these blurbs 💙💙💙💙 사랑해

an | hi sweet friend thanks so so so so so much for this request! i actually get stress rashes (wild i know lol) and they’re super yucky!! so the thought of daddy!chris like helping with cream/lotion and then distracting you is just :’-) so cute wow i love it i hope you like this!!

“C'mon baby, you’re okay,” Chris coos gently as you swing your legs back and forth anxiously, sitting obediently up on the countertop in the bathroom, right where your daddy has placed you. “Hey,” he warns lightly. “No itching.”

“B-but… so itchy,” you mumble pleadingly, your eyes watering a bit at the sight of the man grabbing the tube of the dreaded cream, popping the cap open before letting out a generous amount of the pasty white stuff onto one of his large hands.

“I know, bubba, I know. It’s okay,” Chris soothes, planting a quick kiss on your forehead as he rubs his hands together, frowning as he watches you eye him with tears already building up. “Hey, you’re okay,” he reminds you, his soft gaze catching your own, “I know it stings at first, sweetheart, but remember how well it takes care of the itch after a while?”

Reluctantly, you nod, bracing yourself as Chris motions for you to turn to allow him access to your blistering back. “Oh honey,” he sighs, the sight of the angry rash fleshing out across your skin filling the man with pity. “It’s okay, darlin’. Gonna get you all lotioned up, and then we can go play with Dodge; how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

“Yes please,” you agree, lowering your head as you prepare yourself for the unpleasant first few moments of the topical treatment.

“Alright, bub. Here we go, big breath in,” Chris coaches before gently beginning to run his hands over your back to spread the cream, his heart breaking at the sight of you cowering away from the terrible sensation. “I know, baby- shhh,” he hums, doing his best to work the stuff in as quickly and thoroughly as possible before pulling away. “There you go, sweet girl. All done. Did so good for me,” he murmurs, leaning in to sneak a gentle kiss on your nose before turning to the sink to rinse his hands off.

Doing your best to take big breaths, it only takes a few moments for the stinging to subside, a warm, soothing after-effect soon taking over as you finally let your muscles loosen. Just as you’re opening your mouth to thank your daddy for helping you, the sound of excited paws hitting the hardwood floor sounds from just outside the door, causing a grin to appear on your face.

“There he is, already knows what time it is,” Chris chuckles as he dries off his hands, reaching for the door and kicking it fully open to allow the lively pup in. “Hey there, bud. You ready for treats? I know the prettiest baby who’s just been dyin’ to give you way too many.”

#eun's writing #no itching #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans blurb #chris evans drabble #chris evans headcanon #chris evans imagine #chris evans one shot #daddy!chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans fluff #hurt/comfort

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froggymarsh · 10 months

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fairy au talent list. hermitcraft edition! woo! under the cut is all the hermits and what i think their talents/specialties would be. all of this is subject to change, and i am open to suggestions :D

Bdubs - Garden - specializes in moss and lichen. naps a LOT, it’s not uncommon to find him fast asleep in a pile of moss somewhere. like. random piles of moss. piles of moss that, logically, he should not have been able to get to. his wings are a little smaller than average and he flaps them a little faster than most - lives in early spring

Cub - Tinker - he works well with Animal fairies and is learning about Dust Keeping - i dont know what cub actually makes but he sure does Make Stuff - he’s got pretty average wings though the points on them are a bit sharp - his house is in summer but that doesn’t mean he’s there all the time

Doc - Tinker - a little off the rails, in all honesty. idk what he does but it sure isn’t normal tinker stuff- wings are a bit longer than average, he lives in summer

Etho - Tinker - he combined tinkering and music, and dabbles in fast flying for fun - he finds Bdubs sleeping in the weirdest places and just kinda casually. picks him up. throws him over one shoulder and carries on as normal sjdklfjsd - wings are a touch bigger than usual but not as big as a fast flying talent - he lives somewhere in spring but u can find him all over

False - Fast Flying(?) maybe Animal - i will come back to her maybe - average wings, lives in spring or summer

Gem - Animal - she’s friends with a lot of light fairies and is learning how to fly fast - she teaches birds how to fly and certain ground animals how to burrow, and is also very good with bees and paints butterfly wings on the mainland in summer - average wings, lives in spring or summer

Grian - Garden - specializes in. vines. idk. he spends a lot of time around tinkers, mostly making houses with iskall. he’s learned how to get trees to grow around the framework of the house so that it won’t fall out easily - a lot of folks thinks he’s a fast flier because he flies as fast as one - pretty good with cingy stuff like ivy and vines - average wings. his sweater is made of pink rose petals that fade into red - he lives somewhere in summer or early fall

Hypno - i know nothing about this man

impulse - Tinker - works with light and animal fairies (pearl and gem sjdfklsj). if you need muscle on a project, he’s your guy! also has projects all over it seems - average wings, lives in summer

iskall - Tinker - builds houses and will help install trinkets or gadgets or things into your house. works well with Grian and Mumbo :D - average wings, lives in late spring/early summer

Jevin - uhh. Waaater? - average wings, lives in spring or summer

Joe Hills - Art - idk the wiki said that was a talent. does weaving and painting - average wings, lives in fall

Keralis - Tinker - builds houses with iskall and the gang, fond of. whatever it is tango does, is happy to lend a hand wherever he’s needed no matter the talent or the skills required - slightly larger than average wings, lives in summer

Mumbo - Tinker (human in my au) - third member of the Architechs. has these big silly goggles he wears - he’s pretty lanky and has wings to match, lives in summer between Iskall and Grian. the three of them crash on each other’s couches so often it’s like they have joint custody over three different houses jsdlfkjsldf

Pearl - Light - (i’m also debating on making her the. uh. idk, authority over Autumn? Lady Autumn/Lady Fall? she’d be in charge of all of the fall fairies. something something empires - idk for sure though so while im still on the fence. uh.) Light fairy! she specializes in constellations and moon phases and the like, she’s working with water fairies to learn how the moon effects the tides - her wings are longer and thinner than average wings, almost like a dragonfly but with pointed ends - she lives in fall

Ren - Theater/Performance (previously a Fast Flier) - I think. messenger vibes. eventually got roped into acting and never looked back - big fast-flier wings, lives in late summer/early fall

Scar - Animal (human in my au) - he’s really good with animals. rides around on a cat (Jellie! she is very well trained). idk if he has a broken wing or something else. maybe the tinkers fashioned him a wheelchair? idk. - wings are slightly bigger than average, lives in. somewhere. maybe spring? jumps around houses with the architechs tbh

Stress - Garden - occasionally works with iskall - her plants last longer than most, she made them stronger than most - average wings, lives in spring or summer

Tango - Tinker - a lot of people think he’s an animal fairy because of how good he is with animals! (he may not understand their words too well but he can sure understand body language. claws out means run /silly) - a lot of his projects have to do with animals, things like carts and harnesses and running wheels, that sort of thing. he likes making interactive puzzle-type stuff, invented the fairy version of a rubiks cube - his wings are average sized but weirdly pointy like cubs are. lives in summer, visits winter somewhat frequently

TinfoilChef - he’s in charge of the Lost Things Retrieval Expeditions, meaning he takes a team and they go searching for lost things, but nobody knows for sure if he’s actually a tinker sjdfklsjf - average wings, nobody knows where he lives cause he’s almost always out looking for lost things

Beef - Tinker with a huuuge emphasis on Art - also Cooking talent methinks. likes Tango’s puzzle games and is making one of his own right now - really really good at painting - average wings, lives in summer or fall

Wels - maybe fast flying? i could also see him as a dust keeper - lives in fall

xB - is this the guardian guy. water talent - wings are a bit big, lives in spring or summer

Xisuma - he’s in charge of one of the fairy camps on the mainland, Camp Hermit Crab, named after the one human in the field over there who never leaves his house - might live on the mainland all year round? it’s his job to make sure the camp doesn’t get discovered and/or destroyed - average wings

Zed - Dust Keeper - he’s an alchemist. not the first guy to experiment on pixie dust but he was the first to get actual results - wings are slightly small, he lives in summer

Cleo - Tinker - (also debating making them Lady Autumn. she’s got the vibes for it) - does more subtle crafty stuff, like crochet or embroidery. when a house is done and built she’s the one decorating it - average wings with a point to them, lives in fall

#fairy au stuff #please send me asks #i love themb #soooo many hermits are tinkers apparently sjdfkljsf

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fluffypotatey · 2 years

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What do your squires look like?

oooooooh! gotta be honest i haven't exactly thought too hard about the little squires' features so here we go:

Lucan - man's is tall (give or take 6' 5"/ 195.5 cm), nice bronze tan, curly brown hair and brown eyes, and since he trains under Leon, the man's muscles are toned and defined

Roland - trained under Percival first before deciding to become Merlin's squire (if i didn't say this before, imma say it now); she's not that tall (maybe 5'5" or 5'3"/ 162-167cm) but she can and will take you out despite the size disadvantage (she actually like the challenge her height bring to combat); kept her hair relatively short on the beginning b/c she was trying to impersonate a boy in order to be a knight but as the years went on, her being a girl was like the citadel's worst kept secret (other than Merlin's magic of course) so she let herself grow it out; she typically has her hair up b/c it'd get in the way otherwise; hair is a curly/bushy black and on days where there's humidity, it will friz up and look more like a bird's nest; dark skin with scars from training and missions she's done and calloused hands from honing in her skills with her axe

Feirefiz - just like his knight counterpart from Arthurian legend, the man has Vitiligo; he is Percival's half brother so they share similar qualities to each other such as their height, their muscular build, their love of not wanting sleeves, and their facial reactions; man's got brown eyes that can see into your soul and despite the rigorous training Percival puts his squires through, his hands feel gentle as he holds you

Andred - either he's the son of Tristan and Isolde or just a nephew is unclear to the rest of Camelot but that's unimportant. what's important is that he will have similar feature to them. so think yellow blond hair, tall-ish (6ft/183cm), pale skin with a farmer's tan, green eyes, and even toned muscles courtesy of Elyan's training

Nathan - one of the noble born squires (and loved to mention that near the beginning of his squire days); sleek, black hair; pale skin and freckles that cover his cheeks (and sometimes his arms if the sun is out for too long); keeps his hair short because it's easier to maintain; also evenly toned thanks to Elyan's training; dunno if i want his eyes blue, gray, or brown

Dagonet - dark skin, black hair, even tone muscles; brown eyes like of the earth; prefers to wear clothes without sleeves; loves teasing his squire buddies (especially Nathan since they're rivals and all and it's fun seeing the blue blood squirm)

Bedivere aka Beddy aka Beds aka Baby - also a blue blood but he's the baby of the group so no one hounds on him like with Nathan; how he started: wide-eyed and innocent ready to face the world just like beginning adventurers who lived sheltered lives before him; how he's doing: learned what it's like to commit crimes, loves it a little too much and has seen the effects war has on people; hasn't hit his growth spurt yet so his height is similar to Roland; brown hair, pale skin (will burn) with freckles that only show up if out in the sun for some time; trains under Gwaine and is surprisingly (to others) versatile in many different types of combat skills

Bors - idk what this man looks like but think buff, big, and a softie; worships the ground lancelot walks on; lives by his training regimen

Galahad - similar build to Lancelot to the point that some believe the two to be related and Galahad being a boy scout is no help to that assumption; they aren't related in this interpretation tho so that's all you're getting; long wavy hair that goes as far as his shoulders; keeps it well groomed and shiny much to everyone's surprise (gwaine taught him)

loholt - dark hair, tan, went from lean to buff, not super tall but tall (5'8"/172cm); keeps druid customs and stuff

ok so that's what i came up with hope y'all enjoyed it! <3

#*jazz hands* there we go!#some physical descriptions #this is how i perceive them hope this helps #also i am furthering the brown eyes agenda because they're pretty and i love them #if i forgot one of them shame on me but i woke up an hour ago and that's my excuse #you can see where my brain decided to steamroll ahead despite my energy falling lol #bbc merlin #headcanons #squires of the round table #knights of the round table #my little squires <3 #thanks for the ask!

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