#so the handful of times we see it is clearly just a sampling

[bigwishes]

Tummy Trouble

Connor flexed at himself in the mirror, he'd been lifting for years but still was no where near as big as he dreamed to be. He looked at some of his buddies in the gym that had gotten bigger than him taking roids but Connor didn't want any of that crap, he wanted to get as big as he could naturally, without risking his health.

Still he couldn't help but wish he was so much bigger.

Connor was on his way out of the gym when someone stopped him.

"Hey bro," the man grabbed Connor by the arm

Connor turned to see a unbelievable tall man who was insanely muscular. The straps to his tank top where barely visable between his shoulders and traps, the length of his tank top wasn't quite long enough to cover up his entire torso and his gym shorts looked more like spandex underwear. Connor was both turned on by the sheer size of the guy and turned off, he was clearly a roid head.

"eer, hey man"

"hey bro you look real fit, are you training to get bigger?"

"yeah man, as big as I NATURALLY can" Connor made sure to pretty much shout naturally at the guy, he'd had too many roid heads try and sell him gear in the locker room before but never had one brave enough to try it out the front of the gym

"aw yeah man, nice nice, look I got a sample for you"

"sorry man, Im not into enhancements or roids or whatever"

"you got me all wrong bro, no roids, its free gym gear we are giving out some clothing samples and asking for feedback for payment"

Connor's face turned bright red with embarrassment, now he seemed like some entitled asshole who thought he was too good to even talk to anyone not natural.

"bro I'm so sorry, I just, normally when a guy like you asks me if I want a sample in the gym" Connor began to stumble over his words trying to back peddle realising he basically just called this guy a roidhead without proof

"a guy like me?"

"yeah, eerrrrr, ya know big and..."

The giant man began to laugh and slapped Connor on the back "I'm just fucking with you mate"

Connor let out a sigh of relief

"but hey mate, so you're all about the natural look yeah? but you also wanna be a massive tank?"

"yeah man, look I know I might be dreaming but I wanna be fucking huge, like you, I just don't wanna take any enhancements"

"I think I got something for you mate, here"

The giant handed Connor a small carboard box with the words "Big and Bulky" written in bold black letters and a gift card for $100 Food delivery service stapled to the top.

"Free of charge mate, put em on when you get home and I'm sure you'll be feelin like a freak in no time" The giant man winked.

Connor took the gift and continued to thank him multiple times trying to make up for the fool he'd made of himself just moments before. He got in his car and sank in his chair. He opened the box seeing a pair of briefs, he couldn't exactly try them on in his car, he thought it'd be better to just come back with some feedback tomorrow.

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Connor stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, he began his normal flexing routine in his mirror but thoughts about being staying lean and small invaded his mind fairly quickly. He contemplated if staying natural was worth it if it meant he'll never get his dream body. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind Connor slipped on the briefs he was gifted earlier and......they felt like normal briefs. He couldn't work out how these were made special for athletes but at least he got a food gift card out of it.

Connor picked up his phone going to take a photo whilst he looked good in the light when suddenly a golden light began to shine off the waist band of the briefs. It was like sunlight was coming out of the fabric itself. He saw the letters B....I.....G slowly appear and he watched in the mirror as his body began to swell. His shoulders broadened, chest expanded with every breath, his arms began to swell up and soon his pecs and arms were competing for space. His thighs became tree trunks and he had to readjust his package so it didn't get crushed between them, even his feet began to grow outwards. Soon it all slowed down and all Connor could do was stare at himself in amazement.

Somehow, by literally magic he had swollen up into the size of his dreams. he couldn't help but start flexing and even licking his own bicep. A small noise, like a shop bell interrupted his self worship as a tiny slip of paper was ejected from the top of the box. Connor picked it up...

"Thank you for choosing Djinn.co transformative clothing, the transformative clothes you have chosen will permanently change your body, no need to workout to stay in shape never loose muscle keep the body of your dreams... NOTE: Your attendant for the day was Big Guy Bob he has added extra command words to your transformative clothing, we here at Djinn.co only print two command words on our clothing however your interaction with Bob had him convinced you deserved more"

Connor was amazed, surely this was a dream, there was no way he had stumbled into a pair of magic transforming clothes. As Connor was caught up in this thoughts light began to shine out of the other side of the waist band, the Connor felt his body start to get bigger. A part of him thought he should take the underwear off but he wanted to get bigger, he wanted to be a giant like the guy he met today. Another light began to shine from begin but Connor couldn't see. He flexxed in the mirror looking at the letters B...U....L....K....Y appear on the waist band. He flexed as hard as he could expecting to see his muscles to double in size again.

Connor's muscles became slightly large but nothing really changed. He dropped his arms to his side hearing his stomach make a slight gargling noise.

"awww, is that it, nothing even hap-"

*FWOOOMP

Connor almost fell forward as suddenly his six pack expanded into a loose gut. Hair quickly coated his entire body and he started sweating worse than he normally would at the gym.

"WHA...M...MY ABS...MY SIX PACK WHAT THE FUCK"

Connor rubbed his new tummy on the verge of tears.

"oh god...what the fuck do I do with this thing"

His stomach let out a loud hungry growl as if almost to respond to him.

He picked up his phone and used the gift card to order some food, as if on auto pilot he spent the entire $100 instantly and even dropped another $100 from his own bank account on food.

Connor just stood in the mirror staring at his new belly disgusted. He had all the muscle he had dreamed of but felt his gut, pecs and ass wobble as he flexed. Soon the doorbell rang and Connor went to go grab his bags of food.

Bringing the bags in from inside and placing them on his kitchen bench his hands instantly dove in grabbed a handful of fries out the box without even taking the box from the bag, without realising he had stuff half the box of fries in his mouth, salt fell from his lips into his new forest of chest hair and he simply wiped his salt covered hand on his brief whilst opening a bottle of off the shelf protein shake. He began chugging it down and could feel little bits slips from his lips and into his new beard. Connor picked up all the bags and moved to his couch.

Connor blinked awake as if from a trance, all around him were empty plasic bottles from protein shakes and soft drinks, multiple empty fry boxes littered the look around him and he noticed his chest hair was tangled with salt, some burger lettuce and dried protein shake, his briefs were also covered in stain from where he had wiped his hands. He slid his briefs off noticing 3 words painted on the ass he didn't notice appear. "SWEATY, HAIRY, SLOB". Connor rubbed his new gut and tossed the briefs to the side.

His stomach began to gurgle and it sounded like a water cooler. He watched as his loose gut started to become firm.

"oh...god...whats happeneing now"

each time Connor inhaled his stomach felt worse

"I....god what the fuck"

A small ding noise interrupted Conners panting and panicing as another small slip of paper magically was printed out of the top of a closed chip box. Conner leant forward and read it.

"Hey man, Big Guy Bob here, today you expressed wanting to become a natural tank, so I made sure you got a pair to turn you into an absolute unit but I know you were worried about people thinking you might be on roids, just look at today you were so quick to think I was on them, so I added some key words to not only turn you into a huge tank but to turn you into a huge slob, enjoy the size bro"

Connor groaned as he tossed the note to the ground.

"FUUUUUUUCKKK IM SO.......BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP"

the pain subsided and his stomach went soft again. Connor stared at his enormous body in the reflection of the black glass of his TV.

"mm...mmaybe i can cut?" Conner said aloud, completely unaware of the cupcake he was stuffing into his mouth as he spoke...

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I hope everyone who wanted me to write a weight gain story is happy with this one, this is probably as far as Ill every go with this kinda stuff but yall voted on it and I was happy to write it.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #gay transformation #tf story #transformation #reality change

[welldonebeca]

Glitter and Goo (II)

Summary: When you have to go on a mission to a different planet together, Bucky is hit by a mating ritual flower, and some feelings you two have been hiding come up. AKA: It’s a sex pollen fic with a side of breeding kink. WC: 1.8k words Warnings: Romantic tension. Fluff. Dirty talking. Sex promises.

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Masterlist

You fixed yourself dinner, lemonade forgotten, barely processing the taste of the food as you watched the way in front of you.

Space was beautiful. It was so strange to see those stars so clearly.

Yet, it was so scary sometimes.

You got something ready for Bucky too, saving it for when he'd wake up, putting some music on before moving off to work on the research of the element already.

It was maybe two or three hours later that the sound of a phone call got your attention.

"FRIDAY, pick up," you asked.

The sound stopped for a moment, and you took your gloves off.

"Doctor Sparkles," Tony greeted. "Got time to talk?"

You scoffed at the silly nickname.

"What's up?"

"That sparkly thing you sent over," he told you. "Thor said it's pollen."

You rolled your eyes.

"No shit, Sherlock," you shifted to the other side, where you'd been working on the pollen. "I gave it a look under the microscope, but I'm not exactly good at alien biology."

It just looked sparkly. Sparkly pollen, that was it.

"Anything on the goo?" you asked him. "It dried really fast, I didn't have time to take a second sample to look into it myself."

Maybe you could cut some of the fabric of Bucky's clothes. Even if it had dried, it could have left something there.

"We got someone smart looking into the one too," he told you. "Are they from the same plant?"

"Yep," you crossed your arms. "A flower exploded on Bucky. He got really grumpy about it."

There was silence on the other side.

"It exploded?" Tony asked. "Like... what?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Like a flower explosion, Tony," you told him. "What else can it mean?"

More silence.

"I gotta check something," he decided. "Are you going anywhere?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about visiting Pluto," you sassed back. "I heard it is really pretty this time of the year."

A sound caught your attention for a moment, and you looked in the direction of the dorm.

Had Bucky woken up.

"It's not worth it," Tony told you. "I'll be back in a minute."

He hung up, leaving you to scoff. It wasn't like you had anything else to do, anyway.

"Ma'am?" FRIDAY called. "Agent Barnes is behaving strangely."

That made you stiffen up.

What?

"Define strangely?"

The damn pollen.

You pulled up a tranquillizer from the side of your table.

If it had made him violent, it was best not to even get close to him.

"He has broken his bed, ma'am," the system told you. "And... I believe he's trying to copulate with your pillow."

He was...

"What?" you shouted back. "What do you mean, he's trying-"

But another call came through again.

"It's Tony, ma'am," it told you.

You grunted, covering your face with a hand.

"Pick it up," you cocked the tranquilliser. "Tony, tell me you have good news, because I think I have a problem."

"I do," he told you. "And it isn't venomous."

You sighed. Good, at least that.

"The flower that Bucky might have encountered is part of the mating rituals of-"

"Quick answer," you interrupted him, worry already filling you. "I don't have time for the sociology lesson."

He snorted a bit.

"It's a sex flower," he told you. "It makes you horny for your mate and facilitate reproduction of a highly infertile-"

You blinked, shocked.

"Wait, it's a sex pollen?" you asked. "Tony, this isn't funny!"

Where had he gotten that explanation from? Someone's fanfiction story?!

But he laughed on the other side.

"Except that it is!" he corrected you. "It enhances romantic and sexual attraction towards one's mate-"

"Mate?"

Was he talking about animals?

"It is actually highly sought after by some Asgardians struggling with their fertility," Thor spoke on the other side. "It quickens up the production of eggs and sperm to ensure reproduction."

You had to pinch yourself to react, still shocked.

What the fuck?

"And how does that affect humans?" you asked.

You were met by a bit of a hum.

"We don't have many answers on that," Tony answered at last. "But probably the same as Asgardians?"

"If so, there's nothing to worry about," Thor assured you, not sounding worried at all. "It only hits those who are actively around their partners."

You glanced back at the dorm. Well, that didn't sound very right.

"Partners?" you asked. "Like boyfriends and girlfriends? Wives, husbands, spouses...?"

He confirmed with a hum.

"Yeah. People who we have strong romantic and sexual feelings for, a bit more than just passion," he told you. "Bucky will be just fine."

"Ma'am," FRIDAY called. "Agent Barnes has dented the wall with a punch. I believe the door can only resist another five of those before breaking, unless you activate quarantine mode."

That didn't seem to go over Tony.

"Wait, what?" he asked. "Why is he punching the ship?"

You stood up quickly.

"I gotta go check on him," you decided. "Thor, is there a chance he... might..."

Hurt you.

His voice was tainted with worry when he answered.

"Violence is unlikely," he told you. "Unless you try to keep someone away from their mate."

You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your racing heart.

Holy shit.

"Okay," you spoke slowly. "I'll call you back if I need anything else."

"Wait, what?" Tony gasped back. "Where are you going?"

But you pressed the screen near your station, hanging up.

You could hear grunts when you walked near the dorm and jumped in shock when you heard Bucky's fist against the door again.

"James!" you shouted. "What are you doing?"

He stopped.

"Y/N?" Bucky called suddenly, half whimpering. "Where are you?"

You neared the closed door.

"How are you feeling?" you asked, instead. "Are you alright?"

He knocked on the door, a little weaker.

"Please," Bucky begged. "I need you."

You swallowed down, eyeing the door, worried.

Was he going mad with lust?

"Please," he cried.

Heat pooled in your belly, a soft smell making your face warm.

Was that him?

He smelt so good.

"Please?" Bucky insisted.

You stopped your tranquilliser slowly, walking near the door, but when you tried to open it, it was locked.

"FRIDAY," you called. "Open the door."

There was a moment of hesitance.

"Are you sure, doctor?" the system asked. "It's still possible to put Agent Barnes in quarantine. It's only 36 hours until we arrive back home."

You shook your head. No, you wouldn't leave him alone.

"Open the door," you commanded once more. "Don't ask me again."

The sound of the locks moving was loud, and you opened the door slowly when you found it unlocked.

James didn't move when you stepped inside, just far enough from the door that you walked in easily.

His face was so flushed, and he was drenched in sweat.

You reached for him slowly, touching him gently on his cheeks, and he exhaled, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Where were you?" Bucky panted, sounding so sweet and yet so needy, his hands moving to cover yours. "Where had you gone?"

It broke your heard to hear him like that, so lost. You had left alone!

He watched you with his bright blue eyes so soft, and it was as if he hadn't been slamming the door moments ago.

"I'm sorry," you caressed his skin. "I was making dinner. Aren't you hungry?"

Bucky shook his head, hand moving down slowly, touching your body gently. First your waist, wrapping his arm around you so slowly that you knew you could step away and stop him any time you wanted.

He put his head in your neck, sniffing you, nuzzling into you as if you were the most precious thing he didn't want to let go.

You shivered when you felt him sniffing you, pressing close to you, his body hot.

His big hand travelled down a bit, near your hip.

"Hungry," he mumbled into your neck, licking your skin.

Bucky's fingers searched around your jumpsuit on your back, tugging on your jacket and your utility belt.

"Smell good," he whimpered. "Can smell you..."

You sighed out.

"Smell me?" you squirmed.

You could smell him good. It was so good.

"Smell you wet," Bucky hissed, unhooking your belt and throwing it away. “Smell your skin… wanna bury my head in your tits, find your sweet smell in them.”

You gasped, surprised.

"Bucky! Something could break!"

He tugged on your vest, lips travelling up and down your neck, and if he was that insistent there, you couldn't help imagining what he'd do if he put himself between your legs.

"Want to break you," he took his hands to your belly and pulling on the clasps of your best, nearly breaking them. "Make you mine. No one else will have you."

What?

He wasn't speaking any tense.

Bucky threw it away, grabbing the front zip of your suit and tearing it.

“Bucky!”

Did he know how hard it was to get a jumpsuit that fit your tits? They were too fucking big for most of them, you had to get a bigger size and adjust the rest of your body!

Still, you couldn’t complain as his big hand pushed into your clothes, grabbing your chest, squeezing your breast over your bra.

"No one else can have you," Bucky babbled. "You're mine."

Bucky took your clothes off so quickly you barely saw it, and he picked you up, laying you on the bed.

For a moment, you thought he would take you just like that, but he took off his clothes before moving and kneeling in front of the bed, looking at your face with such a soft pleading look on his face.

"Please?" he whispered. "Can I have you? Please?"

You swallowed down, leaning onto your elbows.

His mattress was practically on the floor, the legs broken, and it would be so easy for him to just crawl to you.

"Want to give you my babies," Bucky pleaded with you. "Want to be yours, please."

You swallowed down, breathing in deep. Oh, how good he smelt. You had to fight yourself not to bury your face into his neck and sniff him.

The flower... it had to do with mating rituals, wasn't it?

"What are you going to do?" you asked him.

Bucky swallowed down.

"I want to make you feel good," he promised. "I'll treasure you, I'll never let you go."

You pressed your thighs together, a bit warm between them.

His fingers clenched by his sides.

"I'll fill you up," Bucky promised. "You're so empty, aren't you? I'll give you everything!"

You swallowed down again, feeling your pussy clenching at the idea.

His babies. He was going to give you his babies, right?

Your eyes travelled down his body to his cock, and it was so hard. There was so much precum.

Oh, he was going to fill you up, right?! Give you his cum!

Bucky was going to breed you.

You nodded, sitting up.

"Please," you tried to grab his hand. "Please, Bucky."

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[eldritch-spouse]

https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/741884957599973376/httpswwwtumblrcomeldritch-spouse741700018004?source=share

I need to know in explicit detail the first time breg allowed this human to collect samples. Also need to know the embarrassing situations they are put in that their coworkers judge them

I honestly love this so much I'm kicking my feet and giggling ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[Fem reader. I kind of rushed this. Doodle at the end.]

TW: Heavy themes of abuse (including mentions of noncon, death and captivity); Dubious consent moments.

" Listen, we just need you to get in there. "

You blink. " ... This can't be serious. Is this a joke? "

The half-fiend woman, superior to you in professional rank, drags a hand across her blonde locks and grimaces. " Look, I know it sounds bad- "

" Of course it does! This was nowhere in the job description- "

Not that the job description was very uh, descriptive, anyway. But any straw will do, anything to cling to a modicum of your dignity as you get told what your next task will be.

She seems to switch through a few different corporate tactics to ease the blow. " Listen, please. We are short-staffed at the moment, and this has been affecting production a lot more than you can imagine. Specimen 197 is a big bread-winner here and we all know he's uncooperative with machinery, going as far as to ruin it constantly, which leads to more expenses- "

She's explaining this to you like you're a particularly slow toddler and you're not amused.

" We have also noted that M197 is clearly attached to you and a bond has been formed, which is why your presence is requested in certain situations, to reduce his stress levels during tasks. This... Is another one of those tasks. We just need you to get a few samples- " She points at the two canisters next to her. " And you can think of it as a way to improve your bond with the specimen even. "

" Ma'am, he's entering a rut. " You pause. " You want me to walk into a male breeder's cell while he's rutting and engage sexually with him? "

She gulps. " For- For strictly professional purposes- "

" I'm not doing this. "

...

" There's a significant monetary bonus if you manage to do it. "

A long, shameful, disgustingly filthy moment of silence unfolds where you internally debate how far you're willing to go for some much needed money.

Too far, apparently.

" ... I'll do it. "

" Great, that's wonderful, we- "

" No cameras in the room. "

She flinches. " But then how are we supposed to know if you're in danger? "

" No cameras, please. "

If you die you die. You don't want footage of you being possibly mauled by a breeder out there...

A begrudging glance is cast towards the canisters sitting innocently on the table.

Grabbing them, you prepare for the shitshow you signed yourself into.

We have him tied up, the techs had informed you, it'll make things easier.

Just hearing them gives you headaches.

Yes, of course, because forcibly restraining the already volatile lifeform will make it cease being hostile. Logical.

A long-suffering sigh exits your lips when you input the code to open 197's cell. It's a code you know by heart now. If not from the regular standard visits, then from the hurried string of numbers your coworkers would scream at you over the radio before getting launched around by a monster several times their size and weight.

It's hard to forget something like that. There are just some faces you never see again.

As soon as the heavily reinforced door hisses open, you're greeted by an immediate build-up of a snarl. As scary as the sound was when you first heart it, and continues to be on an instinctual level, you understand now that it's mostly born out of fear.

Nothing good ever happens when 197 is cuffed and he's right to be frightened.

The moment you step into view and the door slams shut behind you however, he visibly seems to shift gear instantly.

Sitting on the rather uncomfortable tiled ground, specimen 197 has his ankles spread and cuffed to the ground, his wrists joined behind him and his neck nearly choked to the wall. A muzzle prevents the breeder's jaw from elongating as it tends to do when he's threatened. His tail is likewise restrained in two areas. Those cuffs are the best things modern technology can offer, you haven't heard of a single solid monster type that can shatter them. They're likely also tampered with by some more magically-inclined individuals, but you've never been one to dabble in that.

He exhibits the signs you'd expect from any male entering a rut. Excessive sweating, goosebumps, a faster breathing rate, tension, restlessness and a dilated, humid slit. His skin flickers from time to time, signals somewhere between aggression and courtship displays. You would never have associated heat cycles with torture before starting your work here, but seeing the way these monsters are chemically forced into hypersexual, unhealthily exacerbated heats has shown you just how cruelly this biological process can be exploited.

Sometimes they die. A hormonal, frenzied, artificially accelerated metabolism like this is powerful, but it's also very fragile, in a way. Either they're able to maintain their required ridiculous nutrient intake, find a way to preserve as much energy as possible, or simply panic and end up dying from a mixture of stress and lack of sustenance.

Another sigh escapes your lips, you try to clear your head by placing the canisters on the ground.

The breeder in question, who was once nearly pitch black in his effort to intimidate the perceived threat, is now snow white, having registered you as his favorite, the "nice one". 197 shrinks in himself, then begins a litany of keening whines interspersed with specific chirps.

It might be a plea for attention from an already hormone-fried brain, it might also just be a desperate request to be released from his binds.

You're no paragon of morality, but unlike your coworkers, you understand that building a bond with anyone requires depositing some trust in them. And, even if 197 is rutting, you can only continue to build a connection with him if he has a modicum of comfort in this situation. Which is why you steel yourself before moving closer to the specimen in question and inputting the specific combination to unlock all of his cuffs.

The process is timed, giving workers about five or so minutes to leave the cell before the cuffs drop and the monster is freed. It prevents casualties, naturally.

197 tries to thump his tail in appreciation when he realizes what you're doing, quietly rumbling and trying to lean into the small brushes of your fingers as you work.

" There big guy, just give it a second... " You take a few steps back while you wait.

It feels like a small eternity before the restraints begin falling off one by one. First the tail ones, then the muzzle, the neck, the wrists... And the ankles. On that last click, the breeder shrugs everything away and stretches as he stands.

You've studied these monsters and their mannerisms, he's not stretching just to soothe his joints, he's displaying. The exaggerated curve of that spine says it all, you know exactly what reaction he's after. Though, already riled up as he is, you don't think it's a good idea to respond.

In a second, he's closed the distance between the two of you, this near suffocating hovering over your front, hands and arms twitching with the urge to touch you. 197 is not good with boundaries, which was very surprising to you, considering he absolutely detests it when 99% of people touch him.

The 1% being you.

He waits, visibly pained, for the signal.

" You can touch me now. "

And like a sudden wave, 197 nearly crashes onto you, his comparatively massive pale body blanketing over yours as his arms cage your upper body, lifting it along with him. You squealed the first few times, now you know to stay mostly still and lean to the right so he can shove his face in the crook of your neck without bonking his head against yours. Painful.

He takes a couple deep, shameless inhales of your scent. And, if you had to guess, you're probably a bit sweaty from anxiety. Not that he seems to care, 197 actually appears to slow down a little, enjoying the closeness and now familiar odor you possess. His tail coils around your legs and you pat his back when the telltale chirps and trills of elation make it past his throat.

" Yeah, I missed you too buddy. Take a breather. "

This close to the male, you have absolutely no choice but to drown in his musk. 197 can't help it, he's ruttting after all, those pheromones have to come out. Fortunately, as a human, you're not affected by them, though some of your monster coworkers have to wear specific masks when they enter rutting breeder cells. To you, it's just vaguely unpleasant and heavy.

197 would usually give you a bit of room by now, but he doesn't seem interested in that, instead shifting you around so he can smell other parts of your figure, particularly your hair. Your face warms from his excessive body heat and the sensation of being corralled, your protests silenced when a long blue muscle dips to trail from the base of your neck to your jaw and up the side of your face. The movement is quick, and your attempt to reflexively lean away is met with a tighter grasp as he repeats it.

197 has a habit of dulling his teeth to look more humanoid for your comfort, but not today, in the state he is, he likely forgot that detail altogether. This unfortunately means that you feel the scrape of those pointed daggers every time he amorously samples your skin.

" Alright okay, that's enough- "

You butt in when it feels like he's getting a bit too riled up too fast. It's not exactly counter-productive to your task, but letting him get more and more control over the situation will make it difficult to get the samples later. You can't wrangle a breeder in the throes of their rut, you have to do things before that critical stage.

However, the specimen isn't interested in listening to anything you have to say, responding instead to your tone with his own whine and starting to tug at your uniform. That does it. Thoroughly soaked in his drool, you grab onto the breeder's forearms hard.

" 197! " It's not a tone you like to use with any of the breeders here.

He eventually snaps out of his little trance, gulping, steadying himself before frowning and giving you the space you want.

In this barely minute-long episode, 197 has already kicked into high-gear. Breathing accelerated again, open-mouth panting, excessive drool production, somewhat puffed figure and the tips of his twin cocks already poking out of a pelvic pouch that can barely hold them back. He seems to shiver in his own overwhelming arousal, and though this species is known for having its eyes shielded behind a layer of skin on the face, you know he's fixed on you like a famished animal.

Although your cheeks are moments from setting aflame, this isn't exactly a new sight for you. 197 has gotten aroused in your vicinity several times, you've actually lost count. It'd be nonsensical of you to get irritated over such, given that these males are forced into hypersexuality by the concoctions introduced in their organisms. That paired with his fondness for you probably makes it hard for 197 to not get erections constantly. A hug can set him off, even simple closure paired with your scent is enough to do it.

Well. No time to waste.

While he's mildly disoriented, you grab one of the canisters and move towards a corner of the room with a seemingly randomly arranged pile of fabrics. This, as confusing as it may be to some, is a breeder's nest. And in this species of monsters, the males tend to be the ones who arrange spaces for coupling. 197 has expressed clear discontentment with the fabrics given to him during times of rut to fulfill his instinctual needs, but no one here is ever acting with the specimen's best interests in mind. Besides, he piped down when one of the techs had the bright idea of giving him a jacket you forgot in the workplace. It's right there in fact, the gray hue contrating with a mostly white and pale color scheme.

The nest itself is big, if it fits 197 then it definitely fits you too. And, knowing exactly what you're doing, you let him observe you take a step into it and sit down on the middle, empty canister beside you.

Oh boy.

You can practically hear the popcorn crackles in his brain.

The monster trills loudly, proudly, your supposed acceptance of what have amounted to months of unsubtle courtship from his part being finally rewarded. It's a dangerous moment, you're perfectly aware of such, but it's also necessary to get this over with.

197 drops to a creepily nimble crawl across the floor, rapidly posing over your seated form with blue-tinted cheeks and rabid need. Before you can get so much as a word in, he's dropping some of his weight on you, showering you in hasty licks and clumsy kisses again, this time unable to help himself from nipping at your clothes. The coverings visibly bother him, and the male growls quietly before his instincts tug at him again and he's trying to slot himself between your clothed legs. It takes some yelping, and fussy movement from his part, but you eventually rationalize that stressing him out can lead to a violent response right now.

Might as well let him get away with some embarrassing acts.

Hormone-muddled as he is, 197 has only enough of a mind to hold onto you and press two hot lengths against the front of your body. He's already full-mast, the heat and weight of those things dragging across you when he automatically moves his hips is utterly filthy. He groans, probably the first kind of decent friction he's been getting since he entered this phase of his cycle, the softness and smell of his favorite human getting the monster to leak already, lost in his desperate search for a modicum of relief. As gross and ridiculous as it is, at least he's not tugging at your clothes yet.

You can sense his frustration, the frantic way 197 mechanically bucks against you, the pressure he puts in every thrust, the way his claws puncture into your lab coat and he whines low, this noise that turns into a pleased sort of snarl. Overwhelmed, you shiver beneath his figure, glad there are no cameras to see you fluster and shamefully let a rutting monster grind at you.

You dare say you can get into this.

There's something so appealing about having a monster yearn for you so madly that he's driven to this senseless and primitive display, that even so much as humping you could have them blissed out. Your legs quake around his and you feel your pussy throb in response to the muted friction from his lightly barbed cocks. It's not the first time you've wondered about how it would feel... You've always been a monsterfucker at heart, and 197 is a brutally gorgeous specimen. He's always imploring for even a single touch from you, if you spread yourself out you have absolutely no doubt he would ram those alarming inches into you like a wild beast.

Yeah, maybe your coworkers would call you a sickfuck, but it's not like anyone who works here is moderately normal...

It's a secret. One that you're vaguely paranoid might not be so secret anymore, now that you've been entrusted with this.

In your horny little stupor, you make the critical mistake of forgetting that breeders quickly detect arousal in others. And you are probably making a wet spot in your pants as of now.

With a sudden snort of an inhale, he rises like a man possessed to start ripping at the sides of your lab coat, forcefully trying to rip it off even as he's unable to stop rocking his hips. He knows how to unbutton things just fine, but you bet he can't be fucked to think much in this state.

" Hey- Hey, easy, slow down. " You grab onto his wrists, being ignored.

Okay. Time to think this out while you still can. He's going to rip through your clothes if you let him, and that's not just needless damage, it'll put him in control. But being aggressive about getting him to stop isn't ideal with this type of monster, you need something that distracts him too much to realize he's not exactly holding the leash here. Eventually, an idea graces your mind, though it makes you grimace a little.

Already blazing with shame, you carefully edge a hand between you and, with some hesitation, grab one of the twin members pushed against you.

Instant reaction.

The monster halts, as desired, and looks at you almost oddly, but hopefully. The trick is not giving him enough time to think, so you quickly get a feel for what you're working with, and start stroking him generously.

It's not the frenzied, rushed jerking he inflicts on himself when his own libido becomes bothersome, the fisting of a large hand with little focus and care. You handle him as pleasurably as you can manage, using both hands on him and attentively reading his face. 197 pants openly again, glancing vapidly at your small hands while they work him and he fucks into the motions, strings of thick drool falling from his teeth.

" Good...? Yeah? " You ask, gulping.

He falters and gasps, trying to articulate something. " Please. " Gets dragged out, his dick pulsing in your grasp.

You don't quite know what he's begging for, but you assume he's enjoying himself. Watching the neglected length bob uselessly, you take the opportunity to remove your own lab coat, switching hands quickly when necessary. The shirt comes off too, leaving you in your bra and pants.

By the time you glance back at him, the breeder's skin has shifted entirely to black, and he's hypnotized by the new parts of your body revealed to him, the mounds on your chest breeder females don't have but that he somehow finds pleasing to the eye regardless.

You make a lifting motion, trying to get his attention. " Knees. Come on, knees. Let me show you something. "

It takes a hot second, but he computes the request and does as told out of genuine curiosity. You're about to show an already decidedly horny monster the wonders of oral sex, which is likely not the brightest of ideas, but no one's here to judge your poor decisions.

197's girths hover far too close to your face while he waits a tad impatiently. Studying the things you'll be pleasing soon, you nearly pale a couple shades, knowing it'll take some prayer not to end up hurting your jaw. The male has lived in captivity since the day he hatched, you've enjoyed showing him some of the nicer things in life from time to time, this is just another one of them.

Carefully grabbing onto the left one, you glance at 197 as you deliberately slip your tongue out, so he doesn't just assume you're going to try biting his genitals. He tenses, because of course he would, but you take your time, stopping the moment only his tip is inside your mouth. The breeder is a tad confused and quaking slightly with ambiguous anticipation.

Then you suck.

And it clicks instantly.

God, just this little of his length is already forcing you to open wider than you've ever had to with previous partners, still, you strain to take a few more inches down and focus on that part.

The male exhales tremulously, experiencing the feeling for the first time ever, you're certain. 197 has to straighten slightly as the first intense waves of pleasure course through him, and bless the big dorky monster, he has no idea what to do with himself or his arms. As your jaw adjusts, a tad uncomfortably, you start truly gouging how much of him you can handle. Not that much honestly, but it's to be expected. It's already more than enough to please him, if the increasingly louder growled trills are any indication.

Oh, you bet this is the closest thing to heaven for him. His favorite human, with a mouth warmer than he could have ever expected, lips much softer than any of his species', no apex predator teeth to get in the way, and a tongue that although flat and short, can still chase after those wonderfully sensitive spots.

He has exactly zero idea how to react beyond making bestial noises and drooling on his own chest like a vapid animal. The way his cock pulses in your mouth is a tad bothersome to the rhythm you're trying to keep, but you figure you don't have to show-off to someone who's never had oral before, he's already blown away.

Humorously, 197's hands land on your shoulders, and that's the only way he can apparently steady himself while he's sucked off. His spare cock oozes precum that smears onto your bare chest and you half-heartedly pump it when you pop off his other dick.

" Is this okay, hm? " Needless question, really.

The breeder doesn't even make an effort to reply, whining at the loss of friction and edging forward until both his members nudge against your cheek and lips, begging without words to have that bliss again.

Feeling vaguely in control, enough to be playful, you lean away from the one closest to you and take the right one into your mouth, sucking it as far in as you physically can before switching to the other one, all just so you can hear 197 gasp and grunt out moans. His desperation causes him to buck, and as you gag, a little lightbulb fizzles above his head.

Oh.

Oh no.

The next time you try to pull away, his hands rise from your shoulders to the sides of your head. Each dark finger nearly curves over the perimeter of your skull, and you freeze instantly, not wanting him to tighten his grasp by any means. Everything is fine so long as he only holds onto your head this way, gently.

He's the one moving this time, apparently marveling at the sight of his length disappearing past your somewhat swollen, drooled lips. Except, as expected, he's going faster and deeper than you'd like, getting into it enough to trigger harsh flutters in the back of your throat. Your gagging and subsequent reflexive jerks are met with warning rumbles and one of his hands caging you in place by the back of head.

He learns fast, needless to say.

The more he drives into you, the less you can control your saliva, creating gross pops and slurps as you have little choice but to huff through your nose. Merciless, not even the odd cough around his dick will stop him now that he's nearing orgasm, or so you're willing to guess by his franticness.

Eventually, he makes the mistake of shoving his cock far enough that your jaw strains and your stomach flips, a grossly loud hurl being his response. The horrid noise finally jolts him to a still, giving you enough space to pull away and catch some much needed breath, controlling your belly before anything unfortunate happens.

" Fucking Hell! " You groan hoarsely, irritated. " You're hung like a horse, be careful... "

The rutting male's fried brain only understands that you sound wounded, a concerned chirp followed by soothing sloppy laps to your jaw being his response.

Not an ideal development at all, and yet, progress.

197 is usually very violent with the breeders they tired to pair him for mating. Which is to be expected, being the golden goose of the facility comes at a cost- The rush of hormones in his machine of a metabolism doesn't just contribute to more virility than his male peers, it also causes bursts of hyper aggression not easily controlled. And the only socialization this one usually gets is fights with other males who feel threatened by his presence, understand that they are being hurt by techs because they fail to live up to the standard 197 created, that they might be killed for such.

The females, likewise, fear him.

197 is bigger, louder, scarier. He has a reputation amongst the other breeders, and some of them were more likely to try fighting him off during their heats than accept getting sexual with him. This has led to 197 rejecting all breeders regardless of the context, which resulted in many of the paired females being immediately fatally attacked whenever a scheduled session was arranged. Sometimes he would simply slaughter them, other times he would actually instinctually attempt to mate, and end up ignoring cries of distress, nothing but rage and hormones in that brain causing him to end up killing them mid-coitus.

Shitshows, complete shitshows you've had the displeasure of partially witnessing in the past.

Which is why you're so incredibly shocked he stopped when he heard you nearly throw up. Then again, you're no breeder, and you like to think you've created as decent a connection with him as possible. It could be that.

When the monster thinks you've recovered enough, he attempts to get you to sit in the same position from before so things can resume, and if the way he's insistent on keeping a hold of your head is any indication, then he's learned he prefers to take control of this. And you won't be the fool that argues with him in this state.

After licking your lips a few times, hearing his impatient little huffs, you take one of those slicked cocks into your mouth again, letting him build the pace back up. On the one hand, you're glad you don't have to pretend to keep any composure, letting yourself drool as much as possible for the sake of making the process easier, and uncaring of the filthy noises that only seem to make his thighs quake. On the other, you need a solution so he doesn't just peirce past the back of your throat.

So, experimentally, the next time 197 pushes far enough to have your eyes rolling, you get a firm grasp of the base of his tail and tug.

The appendage lifts and his spine curves back in sudden shock. You doubt it's pain that has him straightening like a plank, after all, you know these beings can oftentimes carry their young by the tail, so if it can handle their body weight, then it can handle a yank from a human's hand. It's more so a sort of "freeze reaction", effective in getting the male to pull back even if he grunts in mild agitation.

It's only fair, in your eyes.

The moment you let go, 197 continues to fuck your face as he pleases, moaning and curving over you once more to find his own pleasure, until he drives in too much again and you repeat the gesture. Over and over, so he understands there are limits.

It seems to succeed in getting the message across. If he wants to keep getting sucked off by your hot little mouth, then he needs to be minimally considerate.

This goes on for a while, you're almost proud to feel him eventually actively hold back from going too far. Because that would halt the friction, and judging by the way his tongue lolls out in pleasure, 197 wants to come really bad.

He seems to have enjoyed your antics from before, because the male actively pulls out of your mouth with another lurid pop and positions his spare length against your lips, fucking into you a couple times before switching to the other one, doing this enough times that you honestly struggle to contain some laughter.

His throbbing increases and you know his peak approaches, quickly reaching beside you for the container as fingers race to open it. Your spare hand makes an extra effort to stroke the length 197 can't fit inside you and with as much vigor as possible, you complement his every motion.

The second you back away to breathe, strings of saliva still clinging from your lips to his dicks, offers the monster enough of a nasty view to trigger exactly what you need. 197 snarls at the top of his lungs, rapidly fisting both cocks before you. It's a decidedly disgustingly arousing display that has you staring heatedly, until the first rope of thick pearly cum lands on your cheek.

It jolts you into flustered movement, holding the canister up to the closest of his girths, you try to get as much as possible inside, unable to shield yourself from the rest of his load as it lands on your neck and tits, warm globs marking you in the throes of the specimen's ecstasy.

It's immensely relieving for him, the sighed, low and needy moans that rip out his throat evidence enough that 197 had been pent up for more than a while. And you... You're soaked in warm seed, observing his maddened jerking slow down.

This is your job now.

Personally collecting from the golden goose of the facility. All for a bonus.

Whatever, just don't think about it too much.

Giving into the guilty sense of pride you feel over making 197 stare at the ceiling in total bliss, you lean down to catch the trails dripping down those teal blue lengths, cleaning him. You don't have to, by any means, but you've already sunk so low today, what difference does it make if you let yourself go a little?

The specimen's legs tremble and he glances down at you with this utterly cum-drunk, infatuated smile. Dark, stained digits rise to comb through your hair in some kind of comforting gesture until you eventually pull away and allow the male to recover.

Now, two things.

You need to clean up somehow, you don't want his cum to dry on your skin.

There's also the matter of the second canister, you think while you grab one of the cloths in the breeder's nest to wipe your face and chest on. You probably won't be allowed to leave his cell until they're both full.

Reaching for the one already warm with 197's sample, you seal it tight, the small device in it emitting a faint green light and beeping quietly. The signal that one container has been filled is then sent to whichever tech is keeping track of this particularly... Unique task.

A pang of shame courses through you at the thought of one of your coworkers now knowing that you've made 197 orgasm.

Time to get the other one and hurry this up.

Unfortunately, as soon as you're about to set a foot outside of the nest, a huge black hand captures your leg, and you're possessively tugged back by a disgruntled breeder who barely gives you enough time to scream before he starts shredding the rest of your clothes...

Hours have passed. You're sure of it.

As far as anyone's concerned, your work has been accomplished. Both canisters are practically overflowing with untainted samples, sitting in the corner of the room so that nothing happens to them.

You're naked, sticky and likely to bruise in some areas from 197's lack of strength mediation, but you did it.

At any moment now, coworkers of yours will enter 197's cell, and you know it's going to be a total wreck. Between his likely immediate aggression, the damage they'll cause him and your less than sightly state, it'll be unpleasant.

But you can't bring yourself to care.

Not when a tireless tongue continues to groom your already exhausted form and 197's meaty cock lazily fucks globs of his hot cum back into your puffed pussy while he trills soothingly. His breathing has steadied and his heartbeat slows.

Any moment now, he might fall asleep inside you, enjoying a sweet moment of bliss before you're taken away again.

It's almost cruel.

#Bregory #monsterfucker #terato tag #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #monster boyfriend #monster x human #not sfw #minors dni #pinnie's art #terat0philliac

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Good Omens graphic novel update: March 2024

Happy March. We bumped into the one and only Maggie Service at an event earlier this month, and here she is with some enamel friends of ours:

It turns out, her words, not ours, that they’re not only good for the aesthetic, but handy for covering accidental food stains. Here she is showing off the gorgeous Aziraphale and Crowley pins to the crowd.

Anyway, we have a bumper one for you this month, and an important update on timings. Let’s get to it.

PledgeManager

First of all, we were due to launch the PledgeManager with this month’s update, but there’s a few last minute hurdles we need to get through and so we’re pushing it back a few final weeks just to ensure all the is are dotted, and ts are crossed. We’ll now be launching this on Thursday 18th of April, in the late afternoon UK-time, to ensure that all team hands are on deck for the move into this next phase. 

We’ve got a bunch of FAQs ready for the launch, and we’ll have a PledgeManager-specific update to coincide with it going live where we’ll lay out everything as clearly as possible. We appreciate your patience on this.

Rather than hold back the PledgeManager-adjacent information to the new launch date, however, we’ll still share with you some of the new things that will be available!

In terms of new additions: you wanted more  ̶d̶u̶c̶k̶s̶ items? You’ve got them! We’ve got two new notebooks: one featuring lots of ineffable artwork from the graphic novel, and one featuring the much-loved ducks.

We’ve also got two new mugs: one for Tadfield visitors, and another for… duck lovers.

We’ve got a big sticker set bringing together lots of the art from this campaign. And, we’ve got a new enamel pin pair: these gorgeous Crowley and Aziraphale wings that together make a little love heart. You can either wear them both, or split them with your own best angel.

These will be available to purchase like the Aziraphale and Crowley pin pairs - not tied to the mystery packs.  

Tier updates

While some elements of the campaign are facing delays, other elements are hurtling forward at full velocity. Fans of the very cute, brace yourselves: here is Sarah Graley’s print for the loot box:

We’ve got some more map previews from Julien Labit, capturing Tadfield, heaven, hell, and many, many places in between:

And, we’re excited to unveil Alice Oseman’s Crowley illustrations for Loot Box #1, completing the pair alongside her Aziraphale sketches from when she watched Good Omens years ago:

On the add on front, here’s our Good Omens slipcase that can be added to pledges, to keep your graphic novels nice and  ̶a̶c̶c̶u̶r̶a̶t̶e̶ cosy:

We are quite into pins, you may have noticed. Here’s some more that will be available in the mystery packs:

Moving up to the Obsidian levels, here are some of the sample art pieces from William the Antichrist, illustrated by fantasy artist Mike Nash featuring Crawleigh, and the Citroen 2CV. We’re excited to see these new editions come to life:

Evolution of Eden

We thought it would be interesting to show the evolution of the graphic novel itself. We’ve found it glorious watching Colleen’s artwork arrive in each new stage, and so here’s a sample of the stages of Colleen’s first image, in the Garden of Eden, from pencil sketch, through ink, to the finished page:

And another, from its initial concept sketch, through to this celestial delight:

Lots happening, the lay of the year changing a little, but still full to the brim with Good Omens.

Until next time.

#graphic novel #good omens #good omens graphic novel #graphic novel kickstarter #oooh!

[starsomens]

Warnings: Lab partners to lovers! Sex in a medical research lab, desk, PiV sex, spit in mouth(once), friends to lovers type, language, Noah goes from shy to dominant >:) and of course I had some inspiration help from @gretaswhore28 ✨

"uggghhhh" you groan leaning back from your microscope. You had been looking at sample all day trying to put together an explanation for the reaction it was having to certain medicines. You lean back in your chair and rub at your eyes

"You're gonna end up straining your vision you know," you lab partner, Noah chimes in

"I've been working on this for nearly 2 weeks! I keep getting the same results" you sigh "Maybe I should have a break"

"Oh wow she's actually taking my advice for once" he said sarcastically

You spin in your chair and stare at the tall man. His neck tattoos peeking up past his collar, his perfectly combed hair and dorky glasses. For someone who had his neck and hands covered in tattoos he tends to be quiet and shy. Almost all the other girls on the floor would try and flirt with him or try hitting on him, but the poor boy was just so shy, it honestly was very cute. You liked teasing him about just to see him all flustered

"hey I take you advice, you're the one who doesn't" you chuckle standing from your seat

"Oh yeah? Like what?" he asks leaning on his desk crossing his arms. You think for a moment

"hmmm....well...like how maybe you should roll your sleeve up because EVERYONE wants to know just how tattooed you are" you Walk to him and give him that knowing look

"Y/N, they could just ask and I have pictures,"

"yeah but in person, on the skin! It's different" he thinks for a second and takes his lab coat off leaving him in his button down baby blue shirt. You were smiling knowing you had gotten to him, that was until you felt something drilling into your head. Looking up you can see him just staring at you, once you caught his eyes you stare right back at him. Almost as if you froze in place.....his stare was....hypnotizing and....petrifying but.... alluring.

"Well, there you go. I take you advice so well," he lets his shirt fall to the floor leaving him in a white tank top “I did it on the spot”

“DAMN!” You didn’t mean to say it so loud, you hustled weren’t expecting to see him COVERED in tattoos “sorry I didn’t mean that they look….good..”

He holds his arm out “you can look closer if you want. You take a picture of his arm and start to trace some of the drawings on his skin. Whoever had tattooed him had done an amazing job. They were so detailed and beautiful. You hadn’t even realized that your touch was lingering on his skin.

“You like that princess?” He said in a hush voice

“Hu-?”

“ maybe I heard a couple things about you liking certain person here..” now it was his turn to tease you “ don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at me, or my hands whenever work, I noticed everything” he suddenly pushes your waist to the side and switches place with you. You were now against the desk and him in front of you.

"I-I....what? You're one to believe rumors Noah?" you asked clearly flustered

"I didn't but then I noticed your patterns. The way you'd dress, your perfume, how we always end up staying at work at the same times?" he smirks leaning into you "Am I right, princess?"

"I...I....it's just coincidence!" you defend yourself

"so why are you so red?" he leans into your ear, feeling his body heat radiating on to yours, you were just about to crack but as you were he pulls back and grabs his shirt from the floor

"But you're right, why should I believe rumors? Afterall it's people making things up because they're bored "he says as he puts his arms through the sleeves. Not only were you flustered and embarrassed now you were pissed.

"We should get packed up and head home for the night-" both your hands grab his loose collar and pull him to you and you look him dead in the eye

"You think I'd let you get away with that?" you crash your lips on his to which he returns the kiss. The kiss turns into something passionate and lust filled in just seconds. He lifts you on to the desk, knocking over a pen holder. His hands find your bare knees and push your skirt up your legs until the fabric sit over your hips. His lips trace down your face and to your neck, he rips open your shirt, causing the buttons to scatter on the floor

"Hey-"

"I'll buy you a new one" he kisses and nips at the valley of your breasts, making sure to leave a mark or two on them.

"You don't know....how long...I've wanted this" he says between kisses. Bring you to the edge of the desk, he stands between your legs And holds both your legs on either side of his body as he leans down against you.

" I can feel you soaking through your panties. You've been wanting this too, haven't you?" he chuckled

"Mmmm" his fingers, find your chin and make you look up at him

“Words princess,”

“Y-yes…” you can feel his bulge rubbing against you soon you were able to feel how wet you were yourself.

“That’s my good girl,” he kisses your nose “can I Y/N? Can I make you feel good?” He asks and you give him a shakes nod. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckles his belt, and rips his pants enough to get himself out of his confinements. He pushes your panties aside and rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit.

“So wet…just for me,” his other hand, held your leg up by the back of your knee as he pushes himself in bottoming out in one go. You both sigh heavily from the feeling of him being inside you. A shiver ran through your body as he taking the situation. Here you were on your partners desk, leg spread, and his cock inside of you.

He pulls out nearly all the way and plunges back in again

“Oh fuck!” He starts to thrust into you at a rhythm. The quiet lap filled with erotic sounds of sex. Your head was thrown back as nose lips dig into the column of your neck. Nipping and licking at the skin.

“Good….so fucking good for me.” He huffs you had never seen this side of him before. “This pussy…is mine now. You got that?” He uses the desk for leverage as he fucks into you, Rasing your leg higher to go deeper into your pussy.

“Oh…god!” he was hitting all of the right spots, he was just the right size, and the right length. Everything was perfect down to the rhythm of his crust the way his hand was holding your body in place so he can fuck into you was also perfect.

“Nuh uh baby….” He huffs “no god here, only me…and you’ll call out only MY name!” He punctuates his words with deep thrusts

The desk rattles with every thrust he gives you. His lips leaving no area of your neck untouched. Maybe it was a silly little crush before but now you can say with full confidence that you would be his if he asked you to. Get on your knees for him….it was possible for just the pleasure to be corrupting you kind but he was right. You did like him. A whole lot…and now here you were.

Your nails claw at his back as he continues to thrust into you sporadically. Your legs tighten around his waist as his hands dig into your sides. There is a new look in his eye, one of lust and dominance. Completely opposite of the Noah that you were introduced to when he first started working here But this was such a turn on you can feel yourself posting around him the longer you looked in his eyes

His other hand rubbed tight circles on your clit, you can feel his cock twitch impulse inside of you. He captures your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue, pushing past your lips, and dancing with yours.

“ open your mouth baby” he huffs you follow his command, open your mouth slightly “stick that tongue out for me,”

Stick your tongue out, just enough for him to see

“Good girl,” he gathers a bit of spit and spits directly into your mouth. “Fucking swallow it,”

You swallow his spit feeling it washed down your throat. Your eyebrows knit together as you can feel a tight knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You can feel your head become light as your eyes roll to the back of your head. The way he rocked his body into you, the way his fingers worked at your clit, the way his lips traced over your skin, it all made you see stars.

“ are you going to cum baby? Cum all over this cock?” you taking a hold of your jaw, giving your face a slight squeeze every now and then if you broke eye contact with him. His glasses slipping down to the very tip of his nose, but still staying in place. The lenses became slightly foggy due to the activities you were currently partaking in. His combed hair starting to fall into his face. in those deep, dark eyes only pushed you further into your pleasure. 

“You wanna cum so bad huh?” he teases as he slows down his rhythm just a bit. He could see your face, become slightly dissatisfied with his change and pace. “Oh my poor little slut, tell me what you want..”

“I-I wanna cum….please Noah…”

This pleased the scientist, as a large smile appears on his face. He takes a hold of your hips and studies his foot stamps. He stops for only moment, and begins to pound into faster and harder than before. He was coming to his end and you, but of course he knew the consequences if he did finish inside so he had to get you to finish first. He rubs your bundle of nerves faster as he feels tighten around him.

“That’s it baby, cum. Cum for me, cum all over this dick” and just as he commanded, you finish as your body is taken over by tremors he pulls out of you and pumps his fist along his cock. He finishes in spurts onto your chest. You’re both gasping and huffing messes. You feel his slender hands up your body pick up some of the cum left on your chest.

Brings the fingers up to your mouth and says

“Taste it Y/N,” hesitantly, open your mouth and allow him to stick his fingers inside, tasting his thick consistency on his fingers. It was slightly salty, but also drop of sweetness in there.

“You’re so good for me,” he smirks as he leans down close to you once again he kisses you once again, and pulls bad enough just to say “only for me,”

#noah sebastian x reader #bad omens #noah sebastian #noahsebastian #doctor noah sebastian #scientist noah sebastian

[fanfiction-blep]

That's some plant. 2~ Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader

OKAY LETS GO SIMPS.

Warnings: SMUT, High sex, use of substance, ownership kink, dom/sub dynamic, daddy quaritch. (Its gone midnight for me, so this has not been edited)

Okay so when you wake up! He's all smirky.

"Some flower huh?" You blush at the position your in, legs tabled and hand on his bare chest.

"You know you aren't really supposed to eat those raw? that's a really high dose" "No shit" He snorts shaking his head in laughter. "So how do we take it?" "The Na'vi make tea" "Wanna get high?" He has the BIGGEST shit eating grin. He had so many urges and he was just too fogged up due to the plant, he wasn't even able to explain it to you.

Since it was a high dose he just couldn't function which is a good thing cus he totally wanted to fuck you.

So you go over to your cabinet of medical supplies. Find some dried samples of the plant. Putting them in a tea strainer you don't even look at him, you knew what he was thinking. You are just a small shy bean and just need him to take the first step.

You wait patiently for the tea to brew, fiddling with your hands. "so uh the mix is just as potent, just a lower dose" "that's alright by me sweetheart, just wanna see you act as stupid as i did last night" You knew that there was more hidden behind his smirk, by the way he acted last night you're relationship wasn't strictly professional.

When the tea was done you poured it into two cups, and handed him one. "It'll take a minuet to kick in" You blushed as his fingers brushed against your hand. "is all good sweetheart"

OKAy so when it kicks in you get the giggles, Miles is looking around for whatever is so funny. Points to himself and gets all sad and pouty. "why ya laughing at me" He crosses his arms over his still bare chest. "I'm not! I'm so sorry!" You scramble over to him sitting on his lap poking at his chest.

His tail starts thumping on the soft mattress below you both, eyes wide looking up at you. He reaches one of his hands to cup your face, your own tail starts swaying slowly anticipation building in your stomach.

"You are so pretty-" "Thanks you too" He smiles at you and leans his head against the wall behind him, "do you ever think about how weird it is that we glow in the dark" "Oh my gosh! yes! It's so odd" You jump off of him and run to the light switch, throwing the room into darkness. You attempt to walk in a straight line but cannot, causing you to laugh and bend over and place your hands on your knees.

It takes a minuet but you use the bioluminescent freckles dotting Miles chest and arms, to find your way back to the bed his face being the most visible feature to follow. When you climb onto the bed not on his lap this time miles grabs you're hips and pulls you on top of him.

"I want to kiss you so bad, is that okay?" his breath was heavy you could ld see his tongue coming out to brush against your lips. You nod giving him permission. He leans up and places a sloppy open mouthed kiss to your neck. You begin to purr the feeling of his lips sending electricity to your core.

He leaves more kisses and then starts rubbing his cheek and head against your own, craving the feeling of your skin on his. You involuntarily start grinding down on him and he looses his damn mind.

Rutting up into you're clothed core. Moaning and whining. "Ya so pretty, so good to me" He runs the tips of his fingers down your arms and you cant handle it anymore you need his hands everywhere.

You pull your shirt off your heaving chest and pull your shorts off your long legs. More freckles that cover your body becoming visible to the marine who was no palming himself through his sweatpants.

It was like a road map to him. he wanted to trace every spot and freckle with his mouth.

AND THAT HE DID

He makes you lay down, you wanted to grind on him some more. He leaves a trail of kisses starting at the nape of your neck all the way down to the line of your panties. here he looked up at you unable to see your expressions clearly he needed you to talk.

"I want to touch you, I need to taste you" You simply nodded running your hands over his head clumsily

He rips off your underwear, try and convince me otherwise I dare you.

So he is so sloppy and lazy with giving you head, he takes his time trying to make sure he is making you feel good but due to you both being high as a kite the shared expressions was incredible. All the different senses that are heighted by the plant allowing you to orgasm twice, and you taste like the best meal he has ever had due to the plant.

When he is satisfied that he has eaten you out well enough. He steps off the bed and kicks off the sweat pants, the spots and freckles extended down to his throbbing erection so even in the dark you could see how much he is going to stretch you. He climbs back onto the bed clumsy and laughing to himself a deep rumbling purr growing in his chest as he licks and sucks the skin leading up to your lips.

The first time he kisses you on the mouth is so passionate, it is deep and takes your breath away. You hold onto him hands fidgeting in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. The feeling intoxicating, causing you to grind up against him. Bare skin of your core leaving traces of your arousal against him.

The GrOWls PLEASE

He takes your writs in one hand and holds onto his cock with the other guiding it to your entrance. He pushes the head inside you leaning down to kiss you, swallowing the moans that leave your mouth as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch.

The mewls and whines that leave your mouth make him loose his mind. The plant has intensified every sensation up by ten so the feeling of your walls fluttering around him was almost to much. Him even still inside you was too much and you had to fight back the urge to thrust upwards.

"Please, daddy, Please I need you to fuck me" He leans his head in the nape of your neck and starts moving his hips slowly. "Feel so good for me, my pretty lil thing" Your head is pushing hard against the pillow at the pleasure he is giving you.

Then You start getting real close. "Please I'm so close" He starts snapping his hips into yours at a rapid harsh pace. "Ya gonna cum on my cock? huh ya gonna scream for daddy?" You nod whining at the new pace mixed with the plant still in your situation leaving you unable to talk. "Common who's you're daddy? Who ya belong too Princess?" He removed his hands from your wrist's and starts holding onto your hips.

It's too much you can barely respond to his words before you clamp down spasming underneath him. a strangled "Fuuuck Daddy" fell from your lips followed by incoherent cries. Miles followed close behind you. Pulling out and cumming on your stomach. it only took him a few seconds to try and find a cloth of tissue to clean you up.

He didn't even bother to turn on the lights before he climbed onto the bed and pulled the blanket over the both of you. Kissing the side of your head. Both of you purring intensely.

"You were right, that is some flower" You giggled before falling asleep in his arms again.

#avatar quaritch #avatar 2 #avatar the movie #avatar the way of water #avatar #miles quaritch smut #na’vi quaritch #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #recom quaritch #quaritch x reader #quaritch smut #colonel miles quaritch

[tinydefector]

quietly whispers (for your consideration)

ratchet x human reader

sex pollen

Pheromones

Ratchet x human reader

Word count: 2k

Warning: smut, thigh fucking, sex pollen/ pheromone spray, #valveplug

Request and ask open, read pinned post

So what about, Cybertronians react to perfume in the way humans react to Sex pollen hehehe. I love the idea of human perfume mix with skin contact makes an almost intoxicating scent and sends Cybertronians feral when they get a hint of it. They love how it makes humans skin taste, and it over rides their interface systems.

So enjoy.

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The human moves around Ratchet's medical lab looking at different vials and flasks their eyes flickering over the difference Liquids. " Hey ratchet what are all of these different vials?" They call out to the medic. Ratchet looked up from his work when he heard the human call out to him. He put down the datapad he was looking over and walked over to where the human was examining the various vials on the shelves.

"Those are different medical compounds and chemicals I use in treatments and repairs," Ratchet explained. "The colourful ones contain powerful medications and sedatives. The clear ones hold things like bonding agents or nanite solutions. Others are a mix of experimental solutions" 

He pointed to a vial with a swirling pink and purple liquid. "That one is a broad-spectrum energon healing compound I developed. It speeds cellular repair and regeneration, within Cybertronian functions." His optical ridges furrowed as he watched the human carefully look over each vial. 

"You know better than to touch anything in here, less you break something and contaminate yourself with something i can't fix" Ratchet said sternly. "Some of this equipment and chemicals could seriously harm an organic being like yourself." Despite his gruff tone, his words held more care than scolding. Biology was complex, and humans were so small and fragile compared to Cybertronians. He hoped his favourite little patient and helping hand was being careful not to endanger themselves.

"It's just fascinating is all, kinda reminds me of a mediaeval apothecary" they chuckle. "Do you ever just take samples for fun, like when you're out and about on planets?" They ask, they were always curious over what things ratchet tended to keep.

Ratchet huffed a small laugh at the comparison to a mediaeval apothecary. "Fascinating perhaps, but also dangerous if mishandled," he remarked.

He considered the human's question for a moment. While most of his samples were acquired for medical necessity, he couldn't deny a certain curiosity about other life forms and ecosystems. 

"On occasion I have collected specimens from planets we've visited, simply for observational study," Ratchet admitted.  He walked over to retrieve a data pad containing photos and analyses of plant samples from their recent away missions. "Here, let me show you some I recorded on our last stop." Ratchet enlarged the images for the human to easily see. "This radiation-resistant lichen seems to secrete a natural antifreeze. And these fungi act as natural air filters in their toxic environment." The medic's optics glinted with interest as he discussed his findings. Perhaps exploration held some appeal, even for a skeptic like himself.

They stand close to Ratchet looking over different specimens, “some of these plants look like they would make really nice perfumes'' they mumble while flicking through the different photos reading the small information bubbles around them. As the human stood near Ratchet examining the data on his specimens, something about their scent suddenly registered in his olfactory sensors. An overly sweet aroma was emanating strongly from their skin, but it was clearly not the normal scent of an unadulterated human.“perfume?forgive me, I'm not accustomed to what that is?” he asked with a raised optical ridge

Their eyes flicker to Ratchet. “It's like scented alcohol or oil we put on our skin, most times it alters our scent. We humans happen to have a big fascination with them, and have millions of different perfumes.” they explain before tilting their head in slight amusement. “I'm surprised Cybertronians don't have something similar” they reply. 

“once millennia's back cybertron did try making things like that, but due to our metallic body's it doesn't stay on us, or it tented to cause rust spots from the ones they did try and make” Ratchet explained, sensors flared as he analysed the unfamiliar composition, immediately detecting unusual chemical traces that seemed to send strange pulses through his neurocircuitry. The smell was strangely enticing yet worryingly off-kilter at the same time. He tried venting deeply to clear his nasal chamber but the scent only grew stronger. 

"What in the Allspark..." the medic muttered, not meaning for the human to hear. His optics dimmed slightly as redundant calibrations ran, trying to make sense of why the scent was affecting his processor. Ratchet crouched down and focused his sharp gaze on the human in concern. They smile up at him offering for him to examine. 

"By my scanner  it seems as if you've been contaminated with something. Are you positive these ‘perfumes’ are safe? I need to analyse your system for potential toxins." He asked while trying to figure out why the scent was having such an effect on him, it was as if his processor had thrown care to the wind. 

They let out a laugh as his optics try analysing, he moves closer taking another inhale of their scent "haha yes Ratchet, it isn't harmful, humans have been using it for hundreds of years" they state. “Ratchet are you alright?” They ask while cupping his face. 

Ratchet's sensors were in disarray as the potent scent overwhelmed his circuits. He vented heavily again, coolant failing to properly flush the heated energon now racing through his fuel lines. His optics flickered with minor instability as calibration errors cropped up across multiple systems.

Though lacking his usual gruffness. Ratchet leaned in closer, trying to pinpoint the source, but only succeeded in inhaling more of the intoxicating aroma. A rumble rose in his chassis against his better judgement. “ your scent...", he struggled to find words between fragmented logic protocols. "It's affecting my sensor net. Overloading my functions. I need to...run a full examination. Determine why this perfume is making your scent overwhelming..." 

His field pulsed with uncharacteristic confusion and static electricity. Ratchet knew he should contact someone for assistance, but found himself unable to call out in his muddled state. The human's safety was his top concern, yet he feared touching them in this condition. Some natural, impossible chemistry was at play here, and the medic had no control over his compromised systems.

As gently as his shaking grip allowed, Ratchet grasped the human in his large palm to properly scan them from close range. His detailed medical scanners searched every inch, They gasp as Ratchet glossa meets their throat, fingers shootout to grip the side of his faceplate. 

A throttled moan escaped his vocalizer against his will. That light touch from their hands nearly shorted out his already fritzing systems. vents plume in hot exhaust. His interface panel felt too hot and tight , barely clinging to integrity protocols as the pleasure centres of his processor went haywire. 

“your scent...overloading my sensory net...cannot...resist...” Ratchet calls out through groans,his grip unconsciously tightened around the small organic in his hand. His free hand scrambled for purchase on the table, denting the metal. Something primal and powerful part of him was unravelling his mental restraints, and no calibration or forced shutdown seemed able to stop it.

Their eyes go wide. "Ratchet! Are you alright do in need to get a Perceptor or first aid?" They ask as the medic leans down into their shoulder, denta nipping at the skin as his digits try removing their shirt as quickly as he physically can. They yelp as he pulls them back together with him, his lips work along their smaller frame desperate to taste the sweet flavour and scent that had taken to their skin. capturing them against his heaving chassis. His optics blazed with static and uncontrolled charge.

"No...don't leave," Ratchet growled through clenched denta. Every fibre of his being screamed for more. His panel snapping open with an echoing click, massively engorged cables twitching in the open. Coolant and lubricant poured from his interface array, drenching the human involuntarily as he grinding against them, bright glowing pink stains their pants and paints their skin in his transfluid. 

His hands trembled, barely able to restrain their desire to claim the tiny body before him. Rational thought was impossible under the onslaught of chemical signals frying his cognition. Ratchet bucked erratically against them, whole body illuminated by dancing electricity. 

"Need you... interface protocols are in-gauged, can't fight it...please,!" he pants to the human as his spike presses against their back. Blunt node swelled monstrously at its tip.

Their back arches into each grind of Ratchet's spike. “Ratchet!” They whine out. 

Their soft noises egg ratchet on, his servos move quickly, trying to discard the pants sticking to their form, he hisses out in annoyance before finally getting them off their legs, throwing them across the medical room. Twisting them around so he can see thier eyes. 

Ratchet growls eagerly spike swiftly sliding between their thighs and against their stomach. His spike is already dripping with lubricant. As he ruts against them. Each inhale of their scent has him spiralling more. 

"Is this what you want, sweetspark? My spike filling you up?" His voice is rough with lust. Gently spreading their legs wider. Watching the bright pink stick to their legs "Primus... I bet you feel amazing." 

He moves slowly pressing his spike against them, tormenting as he presses into them inch by inch. Needy moans leave their lips, hands clinging to him desperately as they roll their hips. “Ratchet!” They cry out. 

 Their stomach bulges from Ratchet's spike, the bright pink splatter across their skin nearly has ratchet overloading from the mere sensation, not to mention the intoxicating scent of their skin. Ratchet groans deeply at the sight of his spike bulging their abdomen, his engines rumbling with feral satisfaction. One hand strokes almost reverently over the taut swell.

"So stunning like this... stretched wide around me, primus so small and tight”

Slowly he draws his hips back, then thrusts forward, grinding deeply into them. setting a steady pace, rockin into the slick heat enveloping his spike. Ducking his head, he captures their shoulder between his denta, glossa flicking against the sensitive skin as he tries to lap the perfume from their skin.

Ratchet growls deeply, thrusting harder at the way they clench around his spike. The table creaks and trembles under the force of his movements but he can't bring himself to slow down. 

"Yes, just like that," he rasps. "Keep that sweet valve squeezing me. Feels so good..."

captures their cries in a heated kiss. "Want you to overload for me," Ratchet purrs. "Let me feel you come undone around my spike, sweetspark..."

His engines are roaring furiously now, spike swelling and throbbing powerfully inside their smaller body. Ratchet groans deeply as they clench around him again, the feeling of that slick heat clenching and rippling around his spike is incredible. 

"That's it love, overload for me... you feel exquisite. So good" 

The sensations quickly become too much for his own systems to bear,the feeling, scent and the pure primal heat running through his system hits hard. With a staticky shout of Julian's name, he buries himself to the hilt and overloads powerfully. His transfluid gushes hot and thick, pumping deep into their smaller form. 

His engines vent heavily as he leans over them, face pressed into their shoulder, a deep guttural moan leaves him, Shuddering with aftershocks. When he finally leans stack to take in their exhaust and truly used form their lungs desperately inhale and exhale drawing in air as if it was their life line. 

Bright pink transfluid pudding around them as Ratchet's systems finally subsided. His optics flicker on them. “ Are you alright?” he asked softly, his human companion replied with a soft whine and nod. “ Remind me not to wear my perfume out in public” the call out in shuttered words. It makes ratchet chuckle as he leans back down to them. “a wise decision” 

#transformers #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers x reader #transformers lost light #transformers prime #ratchet #ratchet tfp #transformers ratchet #tfp ratchet #ratchet transformers #ratchet mtmte #mtmte transformers #mtmte #idw transformers #tf idw #valve plug #valveplug

[messers-moony]

Sunshine | D.G

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader

Summary: The caregiver becomes the care receiver.

Word Count: 2.0K

A/N: First time writing DC, hopefully this doesn’t suck.

If anyone took a look at him, they’d see nothing but a sun. The hot, blazing, and bright sun. There wasn’t a day that its light was blocked; despite the clouds coming to block the light, it still shined through, proving everyone wrong. It made her head tilt.

She was no master detective, but she wasn’t stupid either. He smiled with both sides of his mouth, never favoring one another. He held his head up high and shoulders perfectly rolled back. Even at meal times, he had perfect dining etiquette. She looked around the dinner table and saw the rest of his siblings eating comfortably.

Then it started getting foggier. His hair was frizzier than usual. His eyes were tinted red just the slightest bit. He was heavy on his feet. She sat in the cave with Tim. It was always cold and chilly in the cave: the dark grey walls and the occasional chirps of the bats above. The floor was smooth and freezing, but after sitting on it for several hours, she had gotten used to it.

Tim had files and papers scattered throughout the floor. They used the floor like a corkboard and started connecting cases. But she kept him in sight from the corner of her eye. Bruce had placed different types of acrobatic equipment in the cave for him, and he used it. She watched him continue to flip on the bars.

“Y/n?” A voice called, “Hello? Are you listening?”

She shook out of her daydream, “Yes, sorry.”

“I think that scarecrow must be involved?”

“That can’t be, though, he’s in Arkham, and Commissioner Gordon said that these victims appeared to be sprayed with Jokers Venom.”

“Yes, but reading through the police reports and witness statements, it says they all heard intense screaming right before crazed laughter.”

Y/n ran a hand down her face, “Fuck, so are we looking for a mixture of Fear Toxin and Joker Venom?”

“It appears so.”

“Why can’t Gotham just be normal.” Tim chuckled at her distress, “I wish I-“

A thud in the distance cut her off. Suddenly she realized that Dick was no longer in her peripheral vision. Y/n looked up to see him struggling to stand up and using one of the bars as support to help him stand. Her heart was racing, and her eyes narrowed. His body was sweaty, and his hair was sticking to his forehead.

“You okay, Dick?”

He looked up hazily, “I’m fine, Tim. Just slipped, is all.”

“He never slips.” Y/n whispered.

“Maybe he’s just tired?” Tim shrugged.

Y/n couldn’t stop staring. His body was lethargic and moving slower than usual. She thought he would reach for the bars again, but he didn’t. Instead, he collapsed on the floor, sitting crisscrossed. It confused her. If he didn’t get it the first time, he would do it until he could do it seamlessly. She could remember his persistence and determination like it was yesterday they were sitting in Haly’s Circus. He begged her to teach him to walk the tightrope but never got it.

“Do you think if I got a sample of the gas, you could have it tested?”

“Possibly, but you’d have to be extremely careful.“

Tim hummed, “I’ll see what I can do. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

She stood from her place on the floor and walked to the man lying on the cold floor, covered in sweat. As she approached, she could hear his breathing more clearly. He was panting heavily, and he hadn’t even done much. Y/n got next to him and realized his eyes were closed. She knelt beside his ribs and could feel the heat radiating off his body. Her hand went gently to his left cheek.

“Dick,” He didn’t move, “Dick, are you okay?”

His body was unresponsive, “Love, come on, wake up.”

She felt frantic, and her hand gently slapped his cheek, “Grayson, come on. I know you’re in there. You need to wake up.”

Y/n could hear a faint gurgling noise, and her body kicked into motion, “Tim! Tim! Get me a garbage can, quick!”

Her hands went under his arms and helped him sit upright. She felt the plastic can move to her left and placed his head over it. Her right hand was on his sweat-soaked back, rubbing up and down. His body gasped awake and threw up into the garbage can. Tim sat by her side, concerned and confused. Dick was gasping for air. His left hand was searching for something to grasp.

It quickly found her other hand and squeezed tightly, “It’s alright, I’m right here. You’re doing great.”

Dick sat over the trash can, heaving. His breaths came quick, and his heart palpitating rapidly. He couldn’t hear anything. It was all ringing, and his vision seemed blurry. He recognized the hand in his and the hand on his back. It was the same hands that held him at night, the ones who kept him safe, the ones that kept him steady. He felt something cold on his face. His mouth was being wiped with a washcloth, and his cheeks.

It had all felt so real. It didn’t make sense. He was fine this past week. Except for maybe hearing things that weren’t there or seeing shadows of people no longer living. He remembered sitting in bed while she was at the desk in their shared bedroom. Light music traveled through the room, and he heard it. It was the music that played at the circus. He had asked her if she was playing it, and Y/n shook her head. He didn’t see her turning back to her desk and biting her lip.

They came in spurts. Sometimes it took place over a day or a week, at the worst times, over a month. But nothing would ever make sense until after it occurred. He’d hear the circus music, see shadows of his parents, hear their laughter, see the bright lights. Those bright lights always shined just like the sunlight. He could always feel their radiated warmth, and he shined in it. He thrived in their white led bulbs.

Slowly he was coming back to earth. There were no big bright lights here. It was dark, and the bat computer radiated a blue light throughout the cave. The floor was cold beneath him, and his body shivered. Something soft was placed over his body, and he relished in the warmth. The hands were still on his body. He was thankful. It was keeping him on earth.

Y/n looked into his eyes to see him slowly returning to his senses. Tim was pacing beside them, antsy as always. She watched Dick slowly push the garbage can away from his face. She smiled, “Welcome back to the land of the living, my love.”

Dick gave her a faint smile before looking at his anxious younger brother, “Tim if you don’t stop pacing, I might throw up again.”

“I’m worried!” He exclaimed; Dick furrowed his eyebrows, “I’ve never seen you like that! You’ve never fallen from the bars, ever.”

His body was still coming down from his high, and he swayed. Y/n pulled his body closer to hers, and Dick’s head rested on her chest. His hand was still holding hers tightly. The scent of her perfume easing the process back to the world. He felt terrible for getting sweat all over her clean clothes. She had just done laundry, and Dick felt like a burden. He tried to lift his head, but she didn’t give. He was slightly relieved.

“I’m alright, Tim,” Dick rasped, “No big deal. It happens sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” Tim stopped, “What do you mean? Is this a frequent thing? Is this a symptom of something?”

Y/n could hear Tim mumbling under his breath about symptoms of certain conditions because if there was anything Tim knew, it was facts. She smiled at his concern. Dick was still trying to lift his head to get his sweaty hair away from her shirt. Eventually, she let him move his head to her shoulder. The tips of his black hair tickled her neck.

“Tim,” Dicks cheeks were rosy, and his lips were curled in a small smile, “Sit.”

Tim grumbled and sat in front of them. Dick reached his clammy hand out, and Tim took it in his without a second thought. Tim’s hands were always cold and dry, and Dick smiled more at the familiarity, “You know what PTSD is, right?”

“Mhm,” Tim hummed, “It’s a post-traumatic stress disorder. Most of us in this house have it. We wouldn’t have been adopted without some form of it.”

Dick chuckled, “That’s all it is, Tim.”

He didn’t look amused, “That doesn’t make sense.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’ve never been like this before, so it just randomly happens one day?” Tim rambled, “I mean, you’ve never even stumbled before, not anywhere. We’ve been to Haly’s Circus since everything happened multiple times.”

“Do you know why we do that?”

“Because you and Y/n grew up there, and you want us to see where you grew up?”

Y/n kissed Dicks temple, “You are right. But we also go so Dick can work through his memories of the Circus.”

“I’m not scared of the circus by any means.” Dick clarified, “I get flashbacks of being on that trapeze, of hearing my mother screaming for me and watching my father try to break her fall.”

Tim squeezes Dick’s hand tighter, “I didn’t know. How could we have not noticed.”

“Tim, it isn’t your fault,”

“No, no.” Tim’s hand was ripped from Dick’s grasp, “I should’ve noticed. I should’ve known. I was there that night and every night afterward.”

Dick stood up unsteadily. Y/n jumped up to help support him, and he walked to Tim. His arms went around the younger boy tightly. He had no choice but to place his head under Dick’s chin and hold him tightly. Tim pulled away, “I guess I never realized that the person holding us all together could also have flaws.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want you guys to see it.” Dick said, “I hide it so you guys don’t see that side of me. I’m the golden boy remember? The sunshine of the Wayne household. I got a reputation to uphold.”

Tim latched back onto Dick, holding him tighter than ever, “Don’t ever risk your mental health for reputation.”

Dick snorts, “Okay, Mr ‘I haven’t slept in four days, and I need to get this report done, or Bruce might disown me.’”

Y/n chuckled, and Tim pulled back to glare, “That’s my job, not yours.”

“I love you, baby bird.”

“I love you too.”

It didn’t take long for Dick’s accident to travel throughout the house. Y/n had tried to keep it under wraps for Dick’s sake, but Tim didn’t have it. Dick just shrugged his shoulders. They ended up in the living room of the manor, where boxes of candy were opened and left everywhere. Popcorn was thrown across the room, and Y/n swore she could hear Alfred sighing somewhere.

She and Dick were situated on a two-person couch. His head was on her lap, and his legs were hanging off the armrest. Jason and Tim sat on the other two-person couch. While Steph, Cass, Damian, and Duke sat on the much longer couch between them. A movie was playing on the television, but no one was watching. They were all laughing and talking.

Y/n’s hands ran through Dick’s black hair, and his eyes opened. She saw the sky in them, the beautiful crystal clear sky. They shined with kindness and love. The love for her, for his family, for his life. They shined with hope for his city, for his future wife, and for the people in Gotham and Blüdhaven. His smile was blinding, and he couldn’t have been happier than in her arms with his family of birds and bats.

“So, is this what it feels like to be taken care of?”

“Yes, lovebird,” She smiled softly, “It is.”

#dick Grayson #dick Grayson x reader #dick Grayson x you #dick Grayson x y/n #reader insert #Nightwing x reader #Nightwing x you #Nightwing x y/n #Batman #dc #dcu #dc universe #dc imagines #dc imagine #dc comics #comic #superhero #Gotham #Gotham city

[melonsharks]

Tell us everything about the parent trap au immediately please please please

to give u an insanely quick rundown with a wip art i have:

aziraphale as elizabeth. wedding dress designer under his pen name A.Z. Fell. (hes an artist as confirmed in s2 and the whole "drawing on napkins" thing elizabeth would do appeals to me immensely)

crowley as nick. owns a vineyard. I NEED HIM TO OWN A VINEYARD SO BAD. shoutout to Old Vines on ao3 for changing me in a fundamental way. he makes wines and he tends to the vines and he is so passionate about it to an abusurdist degree. he yells at his vines when they arent growing right. you already knowwww.

when they meet for the first time, they don’t meet on a boat like in the movie, they actually meet at a wedding party :J crowley was a wine collector, just starting out. he loved offering aziraphale samplings of his most vintage collection out of impulse. (he likes seeing the way aziraphale savors them) (he’s besotted) Wants to own his own vineyard one day. aziraphale, on the other hand, has dreams of becoming a fashion designer of sorts, always drawing ideas on any scraps of paper he can find. his designs are very old fashioned, but thats like… part of the appeal. his work very much reflects who he is, and the people who flock to it understand that.

they enter this kind of… whirlwind relationship, they get married, and then eventually adopt two golden haired blue eyed baby boys. twins. :J warlock and adam.

they break things off because aziraphale leaves... alluding to their recent breakup in season two, the reason he left was because "we both clearly had very different ideas on where our lives were going. so. i packed up and left." (parallel s2 divorce 😋 they don’t know how to talk to each other) (aziraphale throws a book at his head after this argument, like the hairdryer in the movie LOL. it was pride and prejudice. crowley still has it.)

aziraphale leaves with adam. warlock is left with crowley. crowley eventually leaves London because he finds he cant stand being anywhere near Aziraphale (hes just irresistible in that way), and he goes to California where he finally fulfills his dream of owning a vineyard. a nice one on Napa, Northern California.

Aziraphale’s wedding dresses become more and more well known, Adam grows well-adjusted. Same kid you know from the show and book, natural born leader, a good head on his shoulders. (Aziraphale has no idea why Adam is like that, but he is so proud)

Crowley’s vineyard (The Garden Of Eden) grows and grows… Warlock is spoiled rotten, but he does love actually working at the vineyard with Crowley to and he and Crowley have a really good relationship…

Eventually the kids go to a summer camp together in London (i dont know if they . do this in the UK, but suspend your disbelief if you will) Adam meets The Them there, then meets Warlock after a nutty fencing thing, they kind of hate each other at first and the rest is history :J

side characters UM. LOL. idk……. i mean i kind of know but not really? theres just so many possibilities that make the rounds in my head. chessy could be anathema OR nina (ive had people suggest eric too?) and martin could be newt OR maggie (ive also had people suggest muriel????) gestures vaguely.

as for meredith…….erm…………🤷‍♂️ ive had everything under the sun suggested to me and i still……have no idea. LOL. gabriel, lucifer, shaX, FURFUR, THE WIFE FROM THE NON-SPOILER SPOILERS. I DONT KNOW. IT ALL FEELS WRONG. its hard to come up with this role in particular when these gay bitches literally only have eyes for each other. always. forever. u know. i think lucy is like. the classic answer. but idfk.

ask me about . more things if u want. this is consuming my every thought.

anyways the cover im working on for. for something:

#good omens #good omens 2 #gomens #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #adam young #warlock dowling #parent trap au #asks #paradox-progressing #i said insanwly quick but this is so fucking long. im sorry

[whxre-bxby]

Hi! I love your stories <3

I had an idea for either a Zdinarsk x Reader or a Quaritch x Reader, It could be something like where your their close friend at first but then slowly devolp feelings for each other?

Please not It is completly ok to deny my request,

Have a great rest of your day <3

(Yes! Love it, here we go)

Recom Miles Quaritch x Human f. Reader

"Heartfelt Confessions" <3

Masterlist

"I think you're beautiful in every way possible. You're probably wonderin' what I'm goin' on and on about. If you ask, I'll just say it's about your plants..." "What are you going on and on about?" "Plants..."

Summary: Quaritch and you are close friends but one night, he can't help but confess his long-felt feelings to you in Na'vi. Thinking you won't understand he doesn't think much of it. But little does he know, you've been learning Na'vi to impress him.

WARNINGS: Smut, fluff, angst, cursing, size difference, unprotected sex, penetration, fingering, riding

Word Count: 4870

Words in italic are Na'vi!

You were sitting at Quaritch’s table, in his room when he walked in. His eyes instantly found you and his stern gaze was enlightened by a soft smile. A pleasant surprise you were. 

“Hi.” I muse, noticing his tense appearance. 

“Evenin’.” he greeted me back while slightly turning to the side to close the door behind him. His room was big. He had a table, a bathroom, a small kitchen and a large bed. Well, everything in here was large to me. I almost had to climb onto the chair I was sitting on. 

“What a fuckin’ week this day’s been.” Miles groaned, rubbing a hand down his face before slowly making his way to the table. 

I smile and stifle a small laugh. He was clearly stressed again. Not that it was uncommon. It wasn’t. It just managed to amuse me to a certain extent every time. 

Quaritch and I were close friends. I knew him since he was human. At that time we never talked but he would often go out of his way to greet and smile at me. Something he never did to anyone else at base. I took his actions to heart and once I found out he was being partly resurrected, it didn’t take long to resume the small connection we had. 

His recom body noticed me almost instantly. I could tell that the Avatar knew my face and was trying to figure out from the overload of memories it received, who exactly I was. 

Once we overcame the first step of our slightly awkward introduction, things went smoothly. The Colonel would start to greet me and smile whenever he walked past. That soon escalated into asking how each other’s day has been and soon we would have long and pleasant conversations whenever we saw each other. 

I would leave my paperwork behind and he would dismiss his soldiers to talk to me. 

“Hey, at least it’s over, right?” I say, leaning forward so that my elbows are resting on the table. Quaritch gives me a second-long agreeing smile before sighing again and slumping into the chair in front of me.

“How’s your day been?” he asks and I see how he pushes all his worries away, to give me his full attention. It was something I always admired about Miles. 

“Fairly normal. I guess better than yours.” I say with a light chuckle. Quaritch drops his head defeatedly with a small smile again. 

“Yeah, not hard to beat.” he replies, wiping his hand over his mouth before straightening his posture. 

“What’ve you been up to?” Quaritch asks me, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. His bright yellow eyes are fixated on me. Not once has he let his gaze falter. I could only keep eye contact for a few seconds before having to look away, but Miles was different. 

“Trying to study this new plant.” I say, waving it off because I never thought it was interesting for others to hear. 

Quaritch stays still, watching me with his sparkling eyes. Almost as if he were waiting for me to continue. My confusion becomes visible.

He nods in a way that encourages me to keep talking. 

“We’re still trying to come up with a name for it, but it’s been messing up all the samples in the lab.” I add, glancing at him to make sure I’m not boring him. 

Quaritch blinks but his ears remain perked forwards, giving me all his attention. 

“Somehow, its cells are able to change and we don’t know why. It can alter the amount of cells in surrounding plants too, so it’s really been messing up all our tests.” I say, rolling my eyes when I remember the fight that plant put on. 

My eyes fall back on Miles’ face and he has an amused smile stretched across his lips. 

“Anyway, that’s been a pain. Because it seems to also be able to change whether it wants to be poisonous or not. Like it has a mind of its own.” 

“Ain’t that a bitch.” he mumbles through his small grin. Quaritch liked seeing me complain. He as a Colonel couldn’t because he was ranking so high, so he got a kick out of seeing me do it for us both. 

“Yeah. Might as well name it something like that.” I say, leaning back and palming my forehead. 

“ ‘M sure there’s somethin’ for it in Na’vi.” Miles mumbles and his tail slowly sways behind him. 

“Out of the two of us, you should know that.” I smirk at him, attempting to playfully tease him about not remembering enough of the native language that was taught to him. 

“Heh, not that advanced, sweet’eart.” He chuckles, finally letting his eyes fall to the surface of his wooden table. 

“I’m sure you know other words, right?” I ask, opening my water bottle and taking a few sips.

“Yeah, uh… blue morons.” Quaritch says and I catch the Na’vi words. 

“What does that mean?”

Miles chuckles at my eagerness to learn. “Blue morons.”

“Oh, wow. How philosophical.” I muse. “Wise words you used there, Colonel.” 

“Comes in handy when you come across one.” he replies, cracking his neck and rolling his sore shoulders free from stress. 

“Hey, they’re not that bad. If they were, I probably wouldn’t like you as much as I do.” 

For a second, Quaritch’s eyes light up. Mine are looking down as I chuckle so I don’t see it happen, but his lips part slightly and his tail stills as he replays the sentence in his head. 

“Still don’t know why you do.” He grumbles, and I sigh, dropping my head back in frustration. 

“We’re not going over this again.” I say, knowing he often feels the tiniest bit self-conscious. Our age gap is significantly big. Not physically, but he is still his 50-year-old self in his mind. 

He’s just gazing at me, seeming to once again be engulfed by his thoughts. 

“Teach me more Na’vi.” I say, wanting to distract him from it. 

He scoffs. “Don’t think I’m even pronouncin’ half of it correctly.” 

“Doesn’t matter, I like hearing you say it.” I say, propping my head up on both palms. 

Quaritch is staring at me again, not seeming to have predicted that answer from me. 

“Come on, enlighten me.” I urge him on, watching how his ears twitch in the direction of my voice. “Pleaseee.” 

He blinks a few times as if he were waking up from a type of hypnosis. 

“Fine. What do ye’ wanna hear?” Miles doesn’t seem very amused by my requests but he complies. 

“Anything. It doesn’t matter.”

He huffs out a dramatic sigh before remembering a few sentences he was told to practice. Miles started out with the basics, naming off a few body parts, verbs and nouns until he got distracted. 

You are dreamily gazing up at him, enjoying the sound of his voice speaking the foreign words. Your plan is to surprise him by telling him you had started learning a few things too. 

He stops in silence for a few seconds, gazing deeply into your innocent big eyes. Something catches him and he’s debating whether he should or shouldn’t say what has been on his mind for weeks. You wouldn’t understand him anyway, so he could let a few things off his chest. Perhaps it would finally help him sleep better. Knowing he told you his feeling in a way you didn’t understand could help him finally blow off some steam. 

His work was stressful but what bothered him the most was you. 

Not in the way you think. But you clouded his mind throughout the day. He couldn’t shake his emotions and did his best to contain them around you. Miles loved spending time with you but it pained him a little more every time when you two would part and he would still have his feelings bottled up. 

Never did he plan on telling you. Miles promised this was something he would take to the grave because it would affect your work and friendship. The connection you two had, despite being a human woman and a recom Avatar, was something Quaritch truly cherished and he would never let his stupid feelings get in the way of ruining that. 

You were much younger than him. Miles would tell himself that it’s better for you to be with a human who is younger. You two just don’t fit in that way. Not that he was insecure about himself. He wasn’t. Quaritch admired his looks and was often cocky about it but he would never dare ruin your life by becoming a large part of it as an Avatar. With your young age, you had a bright future ahead of you. Unlike him. He might die tomorrow on his next mission and never come back. You needed to have someone reliable and trustworthy.

But now he has an opportunity to tell you without knowing. What could go wrong?

“I like what you did with your hair today…” Quaritch starts. His raspy voice takes on a rather soft tone as his eyes start to slowly roam my face.

I smile, tilting my head and listening. He doesn’t know I can understand most of what he’s saying. I’ll surprise him when he’s done. 

“Don’t quite know how ya managed to braid it up like that,” he chuckles as he examines the loose strands hanging from my tied-up hairdo. 

“But it looks nice.” 

I choose not to react. His words have mesmerised me and his voice is comforting all of me. I didn’t know I needed his presence this much until now. 

“Haven’t seen you do your hair in a while…” Miles continues and I almost scoff. So much for him being a beginner. He was doing really well. 

“You should do it more often. It looks good.” 

Only good, huh?

“Makes you look beautiful.” Miles softly speaks, letting his eyes dreamily rest on my face. 

Suddenly, I freeze. Not visibly because I wasn’t really moving, but my amused smile fades and my breathing stops. I wasn’t expecting that. 

“Of course, you always look beautiful.” he says, with almost a light chuckle.

“That’s why I- feel so connected to you.”  Miles has started fiddling with his hands, but it wasn’t too obvious. 

Was this a confession?

“Everythin’ about you is beautiful to me.” 

I’m speechless. Never would I have ever thought that Quaritch felt this way about me. But I knew he wasn’t lying. The look on his face, his soft voice, the calm body language and the slightly saddened eyes. Miles was being genuine. This was his heartfelt confession.

“Ye’r probably wonderin’ what I’m goin’ on and on about.” He stifles a breathy laugh. But even through that, I can tell he is hurt.

“If ya’ ask, I’ll just tell you it’s about your plants.” Those words he mutters under his breath. 

The last sentence wounds my heart. I feel sad for him. That he doesn’t feel like he can properly share his emotions with me. Miles often doubts himself and I know that he doesn’t think he is good enough for me. Even though right now, what we have is just a friendship, Miles fears hurting me. 

My heart is racing and even through my sadness for him, I’m ecstatic that he feels the same way about me. I’ve been in love with him for a while but through his worries, I never wanted to tell him because he would definitely completely withdraw himself from our friendship. Probably out of fear of ruining my life, even though I still don’t understand how he could ever do that. All he does is brighten my days. 

Finally, I have the opportunity to make it work out for both of us. 

“What are you going on about?” I ask. The question should have sounded amused but my voice was quieter and my joking side has died down. Miles noticed this. I could tell by the way his eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion for a few seconds. But he seemed to brush it off quickly. 

I watch him swallow nervously and for the first time ever, his eyes can’t hold eye contact with me and instead, he chooses to gaze down at the table again. 

“Your plants…” he replies. His voice is barely above a whisper.

I’m scanning over his face, noticing the worry in his expression and the slumping sadness, weighing down his broad shoulders. 

There’s a minute of silence as I watch him, thinking about what I should do next. Quaritch looks uneasy. Me being quiet is unusual and he doesn’t understand why it’s happening right now.

“You think my plants are beautiful?” I ask him in Na’vi. Miles’ body freezes for a good few seconds before he slowly lifts his eyes to meet mine again. He doesn’t have to look up far because he is still towering over me with his extreme height. Even while sitting. 

His mouth opens in an attempt to say something but he can’t form any words at the moment. Miles’ bright yellow eyes are wide and filled with surprise. 

“You understood it all, didn’t you?” he breathes out and his figure slumps in defeat, preparing for my confirmation. I give him a gentle smile and nod, watching his ears droop in regret.

“Yeah, I did.” I say, wanting to somehow comfort him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I ask, reaching for his hand but Quaritch almost flinches away from me. Like a bear afraid of a mouse. 

“I should leave. It’s gettin’ late.” He spills out, abruptly standing up and stumbling back a few steps while his hand nervously rubs the back of his neck. 

“This is your room.” I argue against him, trying to think of a way to calm him down. He looks like his world is falling apart. 

“Miles, stop.”

He listens, standing in the middle of his room. Yet, he refuses to look at me.

“Tell me again.” 

He stares at me like he’s seen a ghost. 

“I want to hear it from you in English.” 

“Y/N, stop. I don’t-”

I interrupt his movements and words by jogging over and stepping in between him and the door. Quickly, I lock it and give him a challenging look. Quaritch looks extremely confused by my actions. 

“Say it, otherwise neither of us is ever leaving.” I demand. He scoffs, looking up at the ceiling. My stubbornness always ceased to amaze him. 

“What are you doin’?” he asks me. His voice is leaking with despair.

“Just do it.”

He sighs, taking note of how stupid he is for letting me get to him so easily. 

“I think you’re beautiful. Happy?” Quaritch says. He looks tired and weak. The way he speaks his words shows me his low energy.

“No, you didn’t mean it.” 

A second ago, Miles looked like he was in love. Now he looks like he could kill me. At least I know it’s really him, because this is how he is. And I happen to love it.

“If you don’t give me your full confession, I’ll do it instead.” 

My words catch the man’s attention and he chooses to stay quiet.

“One would think you would be mature enough to say you love me.” 

Miles stays silent. 

“Do you?”

He takes a moment to think about whether he is giving up all his fight now. He is. 

“Yeah…” Miles whispers in defeat. Checkmate. He couldn’t get out of this. 

Without hesitation I move towards him, standing on my tippy-toes as I wrap my arms around his slim waist and embrace him into a tight hug. 

The sudden contact makes Quaritch tense and he raises his arms. His eyes peer down at me while he tries to understand what my reaction meant. 

“I love you.” I mumble against his hip, not letting go. 

Miles’ face lights up and his drooped ears once again perk forward. What a rollercoaster of emotions this is. 

“Say that again?” he asks, needing to make sure he heard me correctly. 

“I love you, Miles.” I repeat, looking up at him this time. 

His stomach twists in excitement when he hears his name. I can feel it. Once again, he looks mesmerised and it makes me melt against him. We feel very comfortable around each other so this really just became the sprinkles on the ice cream.

His lips are parted again in surprise as he tries to come up with something to say but there are no words he can find. The moment is so special to him, he is once again afraid of ruining it. So instead, I feel his large hands cradle my head and back against him.

Luckily, the night was young, so I had time to comfort my big blue Avatar. We sat down again and finally, Miles told me all his worries. He explained that he didn’t want people to think badly of me because I was dating an Avatar. It’s common that people get their reputations lowered for spending too much time with recoms. Even though they are the RDA’s leading force in completing their mission successfully, many others still aren’t fond of the Avatar Program. Their rules are that natives are enemies and anything that is blue, must be located outside of Bridgehead City. 

No one directly told this to the Deja Blu team, but the Marines often caught on to the dirty looks they received. 

Quaritch was afraid to ruin my career by dragging me down the social ladder. 

I of course reassured him that that won’t happen and that I would much rather be around him than pretend to be someone I’m not around others. Adding to that, why would I care about what others think? As long as I’m happy, which I am with Miles, I don’t need to worry about other people’s opinions. 

Those arguments were able to silence Miles’ worries. At least for now. After that, he deepend his confession because he said he can’t sleep without knowing he’s told me everything. Of course, I listened intently. 

“Would you like te’ stay the night?” Miles asks, anxiously glancing down at me. His fingers were once again intertwined and he kept fiddling with them. Seeing him feel nervous is completely new to me. Miles is the most confident person I know. 

“Are you okay with that?” I ask, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. But the truth is, I really wanted to stay and I was hoping he’d ask. Here in the RDA, everything is about work and professionality. No one gets much time to themselves. Even while Miles and I were friends, I found myself longing for his touch and presence. I would hug him for a second too long and subconsciously lean into him when he was next to me. Perhaps I was touch deprived, but often he would mirror my actions. His hands would linger on my back at random times. Or his tail would curl around me. I think we both need this. 

“More than happy.” Miles smiles. I get ready for bed while he signs off on his tablet. 

His bed is extremely large to me, I feel like I could run laps on it. Without further ado, I drop down face-first onto the mattress. The long day we both had was starting to take a toll on us. 

I heard Miles chuckle from the other side of the room. 

“Comfortable?” he asks teasingly, while I try to free my tangled legs from his heavy blanket. 

“Not yet. I’m cold.” I say, giving him a cheeky grin. He doesn’t seem to quite catch on to what I mean so I sign grabby hands at him. His ears perk forward and his eyebrows raise before he drops his head again and chuckles. 

“Never thought I’d get te’ have ya like this.” he smirks, putting the tablet down. Miles walks over to his coat hanger and pulls his tank top over his head, throwing it over the chair next to it. 

My movements stop and I sit on the bed, watching him like a lovestruck idiot. I had entered his room in my sleepwear which was my oversized shirt and comfortable shorts. Meaning I didn’t have to change. 

Quaritch moved his hands to his belt and I watched him, not noticing his sly smirk as he watched my reaction. I was too preoccupied with staring at his hands. 

A teasing whistle made me glance up and lock eyes with him. 

“Somethin’ caught yer’ eye?” he asks, smugly. 

“Okay stop teasing. Wait until I get my clothes off.” I scoff, waving him off. His eyebrows raise in surprise again. My words caught him off guard. Miles’ silence makes me replay my sentence in my head and I gasp. 

“No- wait. I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I sure as hell won’t be complainin’.” Miles grins, and I notice he’s discarded his camo pants now too. 

My limbs feel like rubber as I watch him walk over to the bed. He effortlessly pulls the heavy blanket up, sliding under it with me. Miles settles down, covering himself with the cloth while I sit next to his side and just stare. 

“I can’t sleep with you starin’ like that.” Miles mumbled, opening an eye to look at me. 

“I can’t sleep with you next to me.” I blurt out. I was way too excited to just fall asleep now. 

Once again I manage to catch him off guard and both his eyes open. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes just scan my body, taking note of my restlessness it seems. 

“You ain’t tired?”

I shake my head ‘no’ a bit too hard which shows him my energy. A small grin slowly spreads across his face, letting me get a glimpse of his sharp fangs. 

“Need somethin’?”

I blink a few times. Surely he doesn’t mean what I think he does. 

“Just ask, sweetheart. You’re gonna get it.” 

My heart is pounding in my chest. 

“I don’t know what-” 

“I don’t want to ruin you, baby. If you want it, you’re gonna have to do it.” Miles says and for whatever reason, his words sound reassuring to me. 

I swallow thickly, staring at him like a deer stuck in headlights. 

“Tell me. You want this?” he asks. I think for a moment before slowly nodding. 

“Yeah? C’mon, use your words, pretty girl.”

“Yeah…”  I whisper. My voice almost gave out. 

“Let me help you.”

Miles suddenly became extremely caring and attentive to me. I noticed how careful he was when touching me. As if he were afraid that the blue of his hands would permanently stain my skin. 

He helped me out of my clothes, once I was ready to let it happen. 

“Goddamn, baby. Been dreamin’ of you like this for ages.” he groans, letting his predatory eyes take in my bare skin. 

He was still afraid of hurting me so instead, he let me do what I wanted. In a way, he got his kicks out of it too. 

Miles loved seeing you use his body. Perhaps it was the irony of the size difference that amused him or just that you were so sweet and soft. 

You were just getting off by using his hand, holding it in place and fingering yourself with it. Quaritch refused to take action at first. But seeing that got him so pent up that he was rock-hard under the blanket. It was visible, very visible, but he didn’t care. Miles couldn’t rip his eyes from the sight in front of him. You petite, delicate hands, struggling to use his large and heavy ones. The squelching sound that was elicited from your pretty little pussy, every time his fingers reached knuckle deep almost had him cumming. The fact that your slick was dripping down his fingers made him feral. 

“Aight’ that’s it. C’mere.” Miles almost ordered, pulling his fingers from inside you. It startled you but soon, your mouth was salivating when he revealed his leaking, throbbing cock. It was huge and you knew there was no way you could ever fit it all without getting injured, but it looked so tempting. 

Within seconds, his hands were on your hips, pulling you on his lap. It seems as though his usual confidence has returned. 

“You gotta take over, I don’t wanna hurt you.” he breathes out, letting go of my hips. I nod, quickly arranging myself on top of him. My hand reaches for his aching dick while he puts his hands behind his bed, gripping onto the head of the bed to contain himself. His body shudders when I glide his tip through my wet folds, smearing his pre-cum all over my swollen pussy lips. Everything about him turned me on so much, I couldn’t think of anything else but stuffing him inside me. 

The second I start to slowly sink my body down on his tip, Miles tenses and his head drops back. I see how his teeth dig into his bottom lip, making the soft skin turn white. 

“F-fuck…” he hisses through clenched teeth. “So tight, baby.” 

I don’t stop, letting myself get distracted from my discomfort by his pleasure. The stretch made my insides burn and ache but seeing how good it felt for him motivated me to pull through. 

I managed to take just slightly over half of him into me before I realised it won’t be possible to get more. My senses were already overwhelmed with how full I was, I could barely move. 

Soon, my hips started to rock back and forth and eventually, I started to gently bounce up and down him. 

Miles was groaning and almost panting, digging his fingers into the pillow beneath his head. His eyes were fixated on me and the way my body moved. 

Very quickly, my legs got tired because I had to push myself up higher since he was so big. 

“A little- hmph… help please?” I mewl, realising I can no longer keep pace. I definitely don’t need to ask Quaritch twice. In an instant, his large hands grope my ass before lifting me off his cock. He doesn’t push me further down him to force me to take more, he just supports my movements which I greatly appreciate. 

Miles’ ears are pinned back, his tail is thrashing and his fangs are bared as he focuses with pinched-together eyebrows on pleasuring both of us. 

I started feeling bliss when he applied pressure on my clit with his rough thumb, gently rubbing small circles on it before gradually speeding up with our pace. 

My eyes were half-lidded as I steadied myself on his arms. Quaritch was in full control now but he still listened and didn’t switch anything up so that I wasn’t in pain. 

“Miles- I..” I whine, arching my back while he repeatedly pulls me down his length. 

“You can cum, baby. It’s all f’r you.” he groans, starting to buck his hips up and off the mattress to meet my movements. The plush skin of my ass was slapping against his abdomen and upper thighs, turning my skin red. 

He applied some more pressure on my clitoris and I was over the moon. My legs trembled and my body shook while Miles continued to thrusts up into me. My orgasm made my pussy clench around him which had him cursing and cumming deep inside me. Almost instantly, my pussy was overflowing with his warm and thick cum. It was running down my thighs and onto the base of his cock. 

I leaned forwards, planting both my hands onto his midsection to support my weight while I regained my breath. Miles was panting hard and he dropped his head back into the soft pillow while his large hands gently stroked up and down my waist in a comforting manner. 

“God, I love you so much, darlin’.” Quaritch whispered, moving his hand up to stroke it over my head and gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. 

“I love you too.” I whisper, slowly falling into his chest. He smiles, pulling my head to his and for the first time, our lips connect. It’s a soft and gentle kiss. Miles is clearly watching out with his fangs so as to not overwhelm me with the size difference. 

When we pull away, he gently pulls me off of him. Our mixed fluids are covering the insides of my thighs and his lower area but right now, we’re both too tired to mind. 

“You tired now?” Miles jokes, nuzzling his face against my cheek. I smile and nudge him in the chest. 

“Exhausted.”

“You can sleep, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He reassures me. Even though there was no hazardous danger, his words comforted me and made me feel safe. 

Very soon, I was snoozing on his chest. Miles had laid me down comfortably on top of him and covered both of us with the blanket, before turning the light off and getting some sleep himself. Luckily, neither of you had to get up early in the morning tomorrow.

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daddy daughter time manjiro, baji | kaveh, al haitham.

sum. dads n their daughters

"hi baby," mikey coos at his daughter, hoisting the little one up on his hips. originally you weren't going to leave him alone with the baby— it's only been about a week after his minor accident on the track, you're sure his body is still injured but yet he insisted; hushing you up with phrases of reassurance.

it's a humble morning, nothing but team umizoomi playing on the tv and your seven month old baby's babbles can be heard. mikey's making her formula, he's really trying to make it but she won't stop grabbing onto the milk's scoop.

once was okay, twice was tolerable, thrice had him fighting back demons but five times? he gave up.

"baby, this is not a toy! let me make your meal." he pleaded but she did not care. like a commander on a mission, she made it her duty to have her chubby hands touch the powder.

sighing in utter defeat, he had to give up on her meal for a while. clearly she was the boss here.

holding her up under her arms, mikey makes a u-turn from the kitchen and to her playpen, carefully setting her down. since he can't fit in there with her he's on the floor leaning back on the couch, watching her in content.

a smile adorns his face; he's can't help but have overflowing love for his little creation.

confusion. he feels nothing but confusion. keisuke's currently staring at his daughter, looking at her up and down while trying to figure out an explaination as to why she's in the bed and not you.

he takes hold of your 4 months old daughter, smothering her with kisses as she giggles, "hi pumpkin."

fiddling with her fingers, keisuke's mind goes blank. he doesn't know what to do. sure he's read lots of books blessing him with education on first time fathers and how to deal with babies but when you're not around to guide him, he becomes lost.

"what're we gonna do today.. mommy's not home." sitting up, keisuke bounces his baby on his thighs thinking about what activites they can do together.

there's not much you can do with a freshly baked baby so what does keisuke do? take her grocery shopping! nothing's more adorable than seeing his little girl dressed up.

strolling down the lanes, keisuke's chatting up with his daughter, nodding whenever she answers his questions (she just made random noises).

"oh shouldn't we send a photo for mommy? she'd love to see you!"

if you told someone you saw kaveh judging funiture with his 10 months old baby on his hip they wouldn't believe you. too bad that's exactly what's happening right now. with a baby girl attached to his hip, kaveh's narrowing his eyes at some wall paper. he's stuck on which to choose to renovate his baby's room.

no, her room doesn't need any additional touches but kaveh's bored and itching to do something. he can stay home and play with his daughter but that's no fun for him now is it?

"here baby, you help daddy pick which one's better." leaning down so she can touch the samples, kaveh watches closely as she continuously slaps on the left one.

"good taste! you're definitely my baby," fixing her back on his hip, kaveh holds the product striding off towards the cashier. he's happy right now— maybe even ecstatic. what's better than doing what he loves most for his daughter!? yeah sure you'd scold him for spending recklessly but that's nothing compared to waking up at spooky hours to calm down a bawling baby.

tapping his pen on the desk, haitham stares at his daughter who's crawling around on the floor. he's staying overnight in the office and decided to steal his daughter but now he thinks that it might've been better to bring you too.

his plan was to finish up whatever work he has at the akademiya while taking care of the little one so you can rest but,, it doesn't seem like it's gonna work.

currently haitham still has 3-4 stacks of documents left but he just can't bring himself to finish it. well, who's gonna scold him? no one other than the lesser lord kusanali can scold the acting grand sage.

"c'mere, let's have a walk to the library," picking her up, haitham makes his way to the elevator. clearly, he's bored. it's not that he finds his daughter boring but what can he talk about with a babbling baby..

just before he steps out, something falls against his chest.

"ah."

slowly he makes a 180° turn back into the elevator and to his office. with one hand patting her back, he holds her closer to his chest making sure no light can bother her.

sometimes, haitham tends to forget babies can't make all nighters and are very sleep hungry humans. a little teaspoon of guilt fills him; he didn't realize she was already nodding off to slumber. had he known, he'd pack up immediately and head home.

#i did not proofread this LMAO #genshin x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #mikey sano x reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x reader #mikey fluff #baji fluff #kaveh fluff #alhaitham fluff #tokyo revengers scenarios #genshin scenarios #mikey x y/n #baji x y/n #kaveh x y/n #alhaitham x y/n #tokyo rev fluff #genshin fluff #el oh el #— everything

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keep me safe

See the full 14 Days Collection here! See my full list of works here!

Summary: You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad.

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, exit stage left); oral (f receiving); fingering; unprotected p in v; kinda public sex (they're in a tent but y'know people can hear…) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers

"I really don't think we should be this far out from camp, Y/L/N. According to Marlow's notes--"

"Forget about Marlow's notes," you hissed at Brooks, walking even further into the greenery of the island. "Look at this flora! I'm pretty sure some of these we can't even find in any textbook known to man. If we come back home with these samples we could win the Nobel for discovering a new species of jungle flora. And what if the key to proving Randa's research was found on this side of the island? What then, Brooks? Would you still tell me that we're going to follow Marlow's notes and miss out on the chance to finally prove to the scientific community that we're not certifiable? That we deserve to be taken seriously?"

"Well we should at least call for one of the soldiers to back us up. Or Conrad."

You bristled at the mention of the name; having him here would only put you on edge, trying so hard not to look a complete fool in front of the former SAS tracker and also trying your damnedest to not let him see that you'd started having feelings for the man.

"Why? So he could tell us how stupid we are for not listening to 'sound advice'? Brooks, when did anyone who made any measurable breakthrough in our community ever do so by listening to 'sound advice'?"

"They weren't surrounded by giant creatures that could kill them within nanoseconds, Y/N!"

"We don't know that!" you snapped back, stopping in your tracks to look back at your clearly hesitant lab partner, the fear emanating from him palpable even from where you stood. "Look," you sighed, thinking of a way to grant him a modicum of relief in this forsaken island. "You can head back to camp, okay? I'll be fine. I'll just collect a few samples for us to bring home so that we can actually have something to give the board reason to give us more funding when we come back. With more backup so we can collect the rest."

"You promise it's just a few samples?"

You gave him your best attempt at a reassuring smile. "Five at most. I promise."

His only response to you was an exaggerated sigh. "Lead the way." He waved his hand toward the expanse of trees less than a hundred meters away.

You'd just bagged your first sample and were prepping to collect the second a few feet away when you heard his shallow, ragged breathing.

"Brooks, honestly you don't need to stay with me if you're scared of what lies beyond Marlow's little safety threshold," you grumbled, starting to carefully cut the mysterious flower in front of you at the stem.

"Y/N…" he squeaked out, his voice barely audible had it not been for the pin drop quiet of the island. "Behind you."

It felt like ice shot straight through your veins at his words; you didn't even wanna dare look at what he was referring to, but you knew that if you wanted to have a chance at dealing with your problems, you had to face them head on.

Or at least that was what you thought.

You rose to your feet slowly and turned around, holding in the shriek that threatened to escape you when you were face to face with a creature that you could only best describe as a giant cockroach, its antennae moving in sweeping motions that barely missed grazing the top of your head.

"We should run," you whispered in a rush as you heard the leaves rustling from where Brooks began to sprint away from you. You didn't waste any time and quickly followed suit.

You moved as fast as your legs could take you, willing yourself not to think about how you could hear the creature following you both. The way the ground sounded like it was crunching beneath the force of its steps as it chased you and Brooks in the direction of the camp.

The moment a tent came into view you ran towards it, ignoring Brooks' calls towards you and just hoping that your friend would make it out of this alive. Once you'd stepped into the temporary shelter of the tent,  you tried to catch your breath, closing your eyes and focusing on trying to calm yourself.

"Y/L/N?" You froze at the sound of the brusque voice that greeted you. Fucking hell why'd it have to be Conrad's tent? Should you even bother opening your eyes to see the annoyed disappointment on his face the second he realized where exactly you came from? "Y/N…"

Your eyes snapped open at the gentle tone of his voice when he said your name, failing to mask the surprise when you saw that he wasn't visibly annoyed at your clear disobedience of the ground rules to never even think of traveling West. Instead he looked concerned, which felt infinitely worse and had you gasping out your next words. "I'm sorry."

Your breathing came in ragged, nearly hyperventilating as he walked toward you, placing his hands on your upper arms. "You're shaking." That seemed to make your breaths come in even faster, shallower…like the more you tried to calm yourself the worse your panic became. "Tell me what happened." You fought against the urge to relax into his touch as he started to stroke your skin with his thumbs; the clear reluctance in you was most probably the cause of his exasperated sigh. "At least come sit down. Catch your breath. Please."

The way he breathed out the word had you inwardly tensing, bracing yourself for him to start berating you even as he held you by your hands while leading you further into his tent to sit at the edge of his cot. "I went West," you admitted with your head hung low, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt him rubbing his thumbs across the back of your hands. "I wanted to collect samples of the flora and--"

"You were chased." You nodded your confirmation. "Tell me about the creature."

"About twice my height, as big as one of our tanks on hand…looks like a giant cockroach but…kinda pale?" You started shaking at the image of the creature slowly and surely imprinting itself in your mind again, feeling like your throat was constricting. "I have to check on Brooks--"

"He'll be fine." His hold on your hands tightened slightly when you tried to stand up, wordlessly ordering you to stay put. "He's tougher than he seems, he'll survive. If you go out right now in your current state, however, you won't."

"Excuse me--"

"That creature you described…it tracks by smelling the pheromones that one excretes when they're distressed. Afraid. It can quite literally smell your fear--"

Those words had you on your feet and slipping out of his hold within seconds, ready to exit his tent. "Fuck. I'm so sorry, I probably led it right to you--"

"Y/N, breathe." He grabbed hold of you again, pulling you into a gentle embrace, one hand cradling your head while the other rubbed at your back in slow, soothing motions. "You'll be alright. We'll be alright. You just need to breathe. You're worsening your fear even I can feel it, little spitfire. Try to remove it from your mind." He tucked your head under his chin, the soft shh'ing sounds from him throwing you off kilter as you continued to draw in shaky breaths. "Just breathe with me."

You did your best to match the breaths he was guiding you through, curiously finding yourself relaxing against him as he paired his guiding breaths with the movements of his hand on your back. When you began to feel yourself calming down some, that was when you became acutely aware of your head pressed against his chest, the beat of his heart thumping in your ears, racing almost as fast as your own.

Just as you were about to pull away from him, the sound of heavy footfalls paired with a slight rumbling of the ground made you flinch against him, shame overcoming you as a small whimper escaped your lips. "Oh, that creature did a number on you, didn't it?"

"Yes…" you mumbled, mortified that you'd begun to shake in his arms again.

"Then it appears putting it out of your mind is the wrong approach," he murmured, and you could have sworn you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. Impossible, you hissed at yourself. It's just your fear playing tricks on you, stupid Y/N. "We'll just have to put your mind onto something else then."

This time you were sure he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, and then again to your cheek, ghosting his lips down to the corner of your mouth. "What're you doing?" Your question was barely even audible with the way your heart started pounding in your ears once again.

"Distracting you," he answered simply, letting out a soft moan as he pressed his lips to yours, weaving his fingers through your hair and tightening his hold on you. "Don't think about anything else." He murmured the words against your lips letting out a deep, sinful groan when you began to kiss him back. "Just feel…Focus on me…I'll keep you safe."

You found yourself reaching up and resting your arms on his shoulders as he lifted you off your feet to lay you down on the cot, the metal frame creaking slightly from your combined weight on it. When his lips left yours to start trailing down your neck, you began to squirm in his hold as his hands began to push up the fabric of your tank top, baring your stomach to press his lips to the newly exposed skin. "Conrad…"

"Keep your eyes closed, darling. I want you to think of nothing except what you're feeling in this moment. Tell me what you're feeling." You shuddered at the feel of his lips tracing along the waistband of your panties, letting out a shameless moan when his tongue flicked against your skin.

"You. Just you."

When you felt his fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, you lifted your hips instinctively and Conrad disrobed you from the waist down in one fluid motion. "Good girl," he whispered as he pressed his lips down your thigh, curling his hand around your knee and parting your legs. "Fuck." He let out a groan that sent another rush of wetness between your legs, feeling your walls clenching at the thought of him with his eyes on you.

He ghosted his lips along the inside of your thigh, working his way up until finally you felt his tongue tracing along your folds, only licking into your entrance for a brief moment that had you arching your back off the cot. "Please--"

"Tell me you're mine," he murmured against you, the vibrations against your skin making you even wetter than you already were. The only response you had was an incoherent whimper. "Tell me you'll still be mine even after this. After today. After this mission." He pressed another searing kiss to the inside of your thigh, sucking a bruise onto the sensitive skin that had you desperately calling his name.

You struggled to form words in between thready breaths. "Only if…you're mine."

He pressed a brief open-mouthed kiss to your clit, making you arch your hips against him. "You truly didn't know…I've been yours for quite a while."

"Then I'm yours," you breathed out, a smile reflexively pulling at the corners of your mouth as his words began to sink in. He felt the same way. He saw himself as yours. The exhilaration from the combined effect of his words and the way he was currently licking into your entrance with long, languid strokes of his tongue, had you blurting out the words, "I want to see you."

"Not yet," he rasped before closing his lips around your clit and sucking on the aching bundle of nerves while his tongue flicked over it in a near merciless pace. When your legs began to quiver on his shoulders he pulled away from you. "Don't open your eyes until I tell you to, Y/N. Promise me." You could only manage a broken moan of his name as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You breathed out your assent so faintly you'd be surprised if he even heard it, arching your hips once again into his mouth when he resumed his attentions to your clit, only this time partnered with him inserting two unthinkably long fingers inside of you and curling up, stroking against that soft spot inside of you that had you seeing stars from behind your eyelids.

This time when your legs began to shake against him he didn't stop until you'd reached your crescendo, your back arching as you screamed his name to the high heavens until you could only whimper incoherent syllables as he withdrew his fingers from you, holding your legs open as he wantonly lapped at your release. The feel of him humming sounds of satisfaction against your skin had you growing wet again, the sounds coming from you resembling a garbled utterance of 'more'.

He lifted your legs from his shoulders, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants echoing loudly in your ears as your body thrilled in anticipation for what he would do next. You could tell from how the cot shifted in weight and the sounds of the metal frame creaking that he was making his way up the cot so your faces were level with one another.

"Look at me, darling." You opened your eyes, failing to hold back a gasp as you saw him hovering over you, pupils blown out to turn his usually cool steel  blue eyes a near complete obsidian black, cheeks flushed as he tried to catch his breath, his lips shining with your release even in the dimmed light of the tent. He gave you a soft smile before resting his forehead against yours. "Just look at me. You're safe. You're okay. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Why wouldn't you let me see you earlier?"

"You want the truth?" You nodded at him with wide eyes as if to say 'Do you really have to ask?'. "Because I knew if you did and you saw even a shadow of what was going on around us, your fear would return, and it would get you."

"You mean--?"

"It was right outside." Tears began to flood your eyes as the realization sank in. Just how close you two really were to the danger you caused. All because you wanted to go West and feed your ego by trying your luck at the Nobel. "Hey, hey…it's okay. Everything's going to be fine." You could feel yourself relaxing again as he pressed soft kisses to your temple, down your cheekbone, and finally on the tip of your nose.

When he moved his head to kiss at your neck, a hand reaching between you to line himself up at your entrance, the world around you began to blur again as you began to whine his name.

"Just focus on me," he rasped as he started to inch his way inside of you. "Look at me and tell me what you're feeling."

Your eyes met as he pushed the rest of him inside you, a guttural sound escaping his lips as your sex surrounded his entire length. "You. Just you."

A/N: I honestly can't believe that this event's more than halfway done already and so many amazing stories have been included in the collection 🥹🥹. That's a wrap for James Conrad as far as 14 Days goes but here's hoping that my lil thotty brain can come up with stories for him in the future 🫠

No part 2 is planned for this story. There is, however, a 'what if…?' episode planned. Non-smut though.

'everything' taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @imalovernotahater @mygfloki @lucylaufeyson3 @thomase1 @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @laliceee @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @silverfire475 @cabingrlandrandomcrap @vickie5446 @salempoe @lokixryss @sinsandguilt @lokidbadguy @alexakeyloveloki @glitterylokislut @cakesandtom @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @huntress-artemiss @holymultiplefandomsbatman @lovingchoices14 @devilsadvocactus @lokiprompts @sititran @ladyjames78 @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley @kats72 @creationsbyme @coldnique @athalialaufeyson @simplyholl @tallseaweed @sarahscribbles @unlucky-number-13 @ozymdias @maple-seed @ladyofthestayingpower @wolfsmom1 @km-ffluv @psychospore @loopsisloops @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovelysizzlingbluebird @peaches1958

#14 days of valentines collection #james conrad x reader #james conrad x female reader #james conrad smut #james conrad fanfiction #james conrad fanfic #kong skull island #muddyorbs writes

[goldenhickeysandramen]

What if we ask for receipts?

(This post is inspired by some recent posts from some moots on Tumblr)

We spend all day defending Jimin and JK's bond.

All day, all the time, always in the position of defendant, against anons here, trolls on twitter, and in general, hordes of annoying people.

Well then, let's see what happens if we are now the prosecutor, and not the defense lawyer  

Let's see where the hell your receipts are:

- Love expressions: how many times have your favorites declared that they love each other in different kinds of language?. And I'm not talking about the "I love you" that are given to friends for a specific situation (like Hobi leaving for the ms)... or weird hand signals, you know a lot about that and symbols... but big signs of love…

Like suddenly this:

Or this:

 Or this: 

- Intimacy displays: have your favorites given each other hickeys? (this is important...u know I love hickeys)

Have they flirted in front of thousands of people? (and watch out! because here the line between fan entertainment (I won't say the damm word, which I know you don't like) and genuine flirting is very subtle, but distinctive. This is flirting, for instance 😌

Do they've sucked each other's ear in front of thousands of people?

(Or do they have some kink for ears?)

Have they stuck their D's in front of thousands of people?

  (my God, do you realize what they won't do in front of thousands of people)?

- Show the evidence that your favorites live or have lived together (not in the dorms era back in 2018): let's see... let me think... how many times have they suspiciously shared a car, when we didn't know where they lived extra officially? 

Or do have they been at 4 am in the morning together alone, celebrating billboard or actually delivering hickeys? 

Or in the deed of the purchase of a house appears the address where the other lives (91).?

- Samples of tension or awkwardness beyond explanation: look, we have so many receipts here that I don't even know where to start... just look at Jimin's recent bomb and see JK's visit... and well, there it is... the awkwardness of some of their interactions... sometimes it makes you want not to look... sometimes it makes you feel embarrassed... I sometimes think they're going to screw up at any moment.

- Proof of inside jokes that show that they actually WATCH a lot of content together. Do you have any of your own?

- Demonstration of knowing certain personal information. Here I'm sorry, but again we have a lot of receipts. Tae had no idea that JK did a 3 hour vlive. Or Hobi also didn't know about Jimin's "time" (10:13). Instead, Jimin sees all of JK's vlives...and vice versa (as we’ve been able to check recently) and they know most of things they have done, or where they are at each moment (they even know what happened at bae's grandma's birthday)

And now...let’s see and talk about YOUR receipts:

made-up dinners out alone and selfies in bathrooms (not to mention other things you say happen in the bathrooms)

trips for which there is no concrete proof, or which are clearly BTS trips

any close-up, or photo, or mention on vlive....

each pic on Instagram

a look

breathing the same air

stepping on the same ground

And, so far the most robust, outings at their free time. We had in the past months vkook, jihope, hobikook, or vhope outings.

This is what most people are claiming lately. Maybe it is our fault, for having repeated so many times that Jimin and JK were the ones who most "hanged out" together..... now it seems that this mantra is turning against us.....

Well..... NOOOO.... I object your honour!

Because jikook have literally told us recently that they are both super homely. Which I understand. Not just because of their personalities or that they like it, but because outside, they can't be totally free lately. 

Because if JK is constantly being stalked in his country - just look at where he officially lives - and also, as we believe, jikook are a couple, they have a lot to protect and I think they know that the most intimacy and security they have is at home. 

On the other hand, they already know what happens when they are seen in a certain location: that restaurant ends up becoming a crowded place of jikookers or k-army. So, if they go out, they're going to be very careful and most likely they'll go to trusted places, where they don't post their signatures on IG. So, my friends,…WE WON'T KNOW about it! Unless they want to, or go somewhere more public and new.

And then again, Jimin has been busy with his album and hasn't been seen with anyone. NO ONE. The only exception, Hobi's birthday and the drink they had last Sunday or Monday (as a farewell). And we know this because they wanted to tell us... because if they hadn't, or posted any pictures, there would be no receipts from them either (of course! who of us could have been at Hobi's house on his birthday to know?).

But even with all this reasoning … the truth is that friends hang out and that does not mean they are dating. Hanging out doesn’t work with jikook either by itself. Other things must happen (see above 👆 ☺️)

So your receipts, imo, are either conspicuous by their absence or rather lacking in robustness.

Ours, on the other hand, are terrific! Stop asking for more! We've justified enough.

It must be pitiful to ship any “couple" whose ultimate proof of confirmation that they are together depends so much on another couple failing to provide certain evidence that confirms they actually are...the audacity!!! 

#jikook #kookmin #mingguk #jikook kookmin #jimin and jungkook #minkook #jikook kookmin jinkook jiminshiii jk #mingukkie

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Bad Batch 3.1 ‘Confined’ Recap

Image from this post by @isthereanechoinhere96

Fuck you for starting with that line

Why are the captions in a serif font?

Going heavy on the theme of freedom for the clones already in the recap. Foreshadowing?

Rex!

CODY

Meme by u/No-Needleworker5295 on Reddit

Ah fuck here we go again

Why must I be made to relive this?

Damn the music is really hitting hard and it’s only the recap

Spoilers for Season 3 below!

Mayday! *sobs*

Oh great, it’s fuck face again

Hemlock being a bastard as per usual

Poor Omega

“Prisoner? Omega, you are no such thing.” Said to the child kept in a cage.

Still not trusting and heavily side eyeing Emerie

Why do they let Omega carry around a little lunchbox? That seems like an obvious security risk. As does the cell with a window, even if it has a heavy grate on it.

LMAO Crosshair looks the saddest, wettest, most bedraggled little meow meow in existence

Who are those other clones??? I must know

Why are they taking blood samples from the top of the hand? That seems like the least useful place to take it from

“All of us serve a purpose here” Big oof

The shots and framing are making it pretty clear that the blood, and Omega's blood in particular, is important

So many commandos with the glowing visors

Oh, it’s a door scanner. I thought Omega was sitting in a cell in that shot in the trailer

Nala Se (derogatory)

Lmao that wasn’t even subtle. She just destroyed Omega’s blood sample without even hiding what she was doing

“This research, it’s not like what we did on Kamino, is it?” Pretty sure what you did on Kamino was just as horrific. Though you can’t really blame Omega for that seeing as she’s a literal child who was also probably experimented on

M-count. That’s midi-chlorians isn’t it. Lol they aren’t even being subtle about this. Force sensitive clones ahoy!

“Experiments on the specimens” Jesus H Christ

Vault? That doesn’t bode well

Everything about this episode is very eerie and sinister

Ok that is an excessive, overkill amount of security. Who the fuck is in there?

And straight into electrocuting space dogs. Great.

I knew the lunchbox was for hiding something!

Batcher? Aw, she named them after the Bad Batch

Yes, stick your arm into the cage with the aggressive space dog. That’s a good idea

Nuggies???

He was shivering T_T

Who are all of these clones??? I keep pausing the video and zooming in but I can’t see any identifying characteristics on any of them yet. 

And there he is

Oh fuck Crosshair’s hand is shaking. I know most people have probably watched the clip of this already but I deliberately didn’t. Shaking hands for a sniper is Not Good. That’s his right hand too, so presumably his trigger hand/finger/whatever it’s called? Is this a physical injury inflicted on him by their experiments or PTSD or both?

I’m intrigued at how much relative freedom they’re giving Omega. She’s not being kept in a cell all the time like the other clones. Though I suppose this is part of their plan to make Nala Se cooperate.

Ok the tap dripping in Omega’s cell is definitely a visual metaphor for how repetitive, dreary, and isolating this all is

That’s 21 tally marks

Oh, she made a straw Lula. Ow

[shrieking in distance] – what shrieking? Captions, what are you going on about?

Oh fuck that’s a lot of tally marks. And a hair change. Lots of time has clearly passed. They’ve updated Omega’s model too but I think it’s a tad heavy handed as she hasn’t aged that much.

Wow, she didn’t even look at Crosshair. Is this attitude change Omega being ground down by what’s happening to her or something she’s doing deliberately to try and play along and be more cooperative so she can find out about more stuff? Also, that’s the second time she’s walked past Crosshair in the same spot at the same time of the day. That seems deliberate. 

Lol could you be any more obvious with the lighting in that shot that Omega’s blood is important? It’s like the vial of her blood has a moody spotlight on it. Important plot point here!

Nooooo Batcher’s hurt 😭

Bacta sponge?

“If I get the chance to escape, I wouldn’t think twice about leaving you behind.” Hmmm, you keep telling yourself that Crosshair

“I’m not them.” T_T

“Don’t risk anything for me. I belong in here.” Oooooooooowwwwwwwww

“None of us belong in here.” Damn right

There is some really lovely cinematography and framing in this scene between Omega and Crosshair

Well that was brutal and heavy handed

A successful transfer? A successful transfer of what?

The “specimen” has a high M-count. So they’re force sensitive. Now for the speculation on who it is?

“You should not question my loyalty to science, Doctor.” LMAO bitch what?

Urgh, of course they’re killing the dog once it’s friendly

Ahahaha squished

Aw, she’s setting Batcher free but she doesn’t want to go. 

“I didn’t know you were so cruel, Omega.” Oh fuck right off

Piss weak attempt to help there Emerie

Hemlock getting his evil baddie laugh moment

Clever. Omega knows why she’s here.

Urgh, of course Hemlock would threaten Crosshair to get Omega to cooperate.

Re-education?!?!?! You sick fuck

“Actions always have consequences. Sometimes not in the ways we imagine.” I am really hoping that line comes back to bite him in the ass later on

Oh fuck off with bring back the doll Emerie. That is such a bait to try and get Omega to like her and behave

That’s 164 tally marks. Omega’s been on Mount Tantiss for 5 and a half months

Aw, Batcher made it out. And that’s the crashed shuttle from earlier that she’s howling on the top of. More foreshadowing?

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 45: UNEXPECTED

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Extreme Smut

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

With your best friend Emma by your side, you sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair in the doctor's office, anxiously fidgeting with your hands.  The room was sterile and cold, the air was thick with the scent of antiseptic. Thoughts swirled through your mind as you waited for the doctor to arrive and, since Cillian had to take Nina to the police station in order to file a report against Kit, he could not accompany you, making you even more nervous than before.

Throughout the years, you spent a lot of time in hospitals and at doctor surgeries and, it made you feel rather uncomfortable, knowing that you were probably for several tests and check-ups. 

Eventually, the  door swung open, and in strode the doctor, wearing a white lab coat and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. You instantly got the feeling that he had seen it all, heard it all, and your situation was just another day at the office for him. 

"Good morning," he said in a monotone voice, glancing at your chart while Emma gave you a reassuring smile. 

"I saw that you had been experiencing some nausea over the past few weeks," he asked, seeing that you had already told the nurse why you were seeking medical advice.

You nodded nervously, feeling the weight of the revelation you were about to share with him. "Yes, it has been quite intense lately. I have been feeling sick almost every day, and it has been going on for weeks," you told the doctor as he flipped through the pages of your chart, his eyes scanning the information. 

He had already been provided with your medical history and list of surgeries conducted in Ireland following your ectopic pregnancy several months ago, which made it more easy for him to understand your concerns. 

"Are you two..." the doctor then began to say carefully and Emma began to laugh.

"Are we a couple? No! God no! I am just here for support," she said, giving a playful smirk and the doctor looked surprised by her response and turned back to the patient chart.

He then continued, "So, are you sexually active then?" He bluntly asked, looking straight into your eyes and causing a flush to rise onto your cheeks. 

"Yes," you then simply said before Emma informed your doctor that you have a boyfriend. 

The doctor glanced quickly towards the window, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. After a short pause, he returned his attention to your chart once more. Then, he spoke slowly, choosing his words meticulously. 

"Alright then, and what are you doing for protection?" he wanted to know, crossing his legs and leaning forward slightly. 

"Well, nothing really. Since the procedure..." you began to say nervously before being interrupted by the doctor.

"Have you taken a pregnancy test?" he asked ever so directly and your heart skipped a beat.

You glanced down at your hands, unable to meet his gaze. "No, I... I actually thought I couldn't get pregnant. I had been told it was near impossible," you said and the doctor raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your statement.

"Well, let's not have made any assumptions just yet. It is, indeed, unlikely for you to fall pregnant but the chances are not zero. We should run a test, so please follow me to the exam room," your doctor told you and, with Emma by your side, you trailed behind the doctor. 

Your mind was racing with a mix of fear and dread. What if you were really pregnant? What would Cillian say? You had only been together for a few months and the idea of having a child was never part of your plans.

In the exam room, the doctor handed you a small plastic cup and instructed you on how to provide a urine sample.

You went into the adjacent  bathroom facilities and followed his instructions, trying not to spill a single drop. After what felt like an eternity, you handed the sample back to the doctor and he took it with a gloved hand, disappearing for a moment to run the test.

"Jesus, Y/N. Why aren't you on the pill? You two fuck like rabbits," Emma asked you after the doctor had left you alone in the examination room for a few minutes. 

"Emma!" you exclaimed, flushing redder than usual. "Please stop saying things like that." But deep inside, you knew it was true. Despite your reservations about becoming pregnant, you craved intimacy and closeness, at least twice daily and, as your lover, Cillian satisfied those needs better than anyone else could possibly hope to do.

Thinking about the possibility, you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. You walked over to the examination table, sat down on the paper-covered surface. The crinkling sound of the paper only added to your increasing anxiety.

The doctor returned, wearing a serious expression on his face. He pulled up a chair and sat down across from you and Emma, placing the test results on the table.

"Well," he began, pausing for dramatic effect, "you are indeed pregnant, ma'am," he continued and your face immediately whitened. 

Time seemed to stand still as those words sank in.

Pregnant!

The realization had hit you like a ton of bricks, and you had felt a mixture of disbelief, elation, and fear coursing through your veins.

"I... I can't believe it," you stammered, your voice barely a whisper as Emma held your hand quietly. "Is... is it possible that this is a mistake? A false positive?" you queried but the  doctor shook his head, a sympathetic smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I am afraid not. The test results are quite clear," he told you and, immediately, the room spun around you, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.

That's it. Your life was about to change in ways you never imagined. But reality struck.

You remembered Cillian's words, how he didn't want any more children. You knew deep down that he wouldn't be thrilled about this news, and it broke your heart. You gathered your thoughts and found the strength to speak as Emma simply sat there, comforting you with her presence, still holding your hand.

"Doctor, I... I needed to schedule an appointment for a termination. Do you do this here?" you stammered and the doctor nodded, his expression understanding.

"We do. The nurses can schedule an appointment for next week," he told you just before Emma interjected.

"Y/N, you really need to talk to Cillian about this first. Don't make any rushed decisions about this," she lectured you and, of course, you knew that you had to have this conversation with him before actually having this procedure and, although you had made your decision, a pang of sadness lingered. It wasn't an easy choice to make, but you knew it was the right one for your situation.

You were still young and had only just graduated from acting school. Cillian was much older than you and, even though you made the decision to move in with him under the advise of his solicitor, who was handling your immigration case, your relationship was not yet on solid ground after all you went through in the past.

So now, you had a baby on the way - this new development could potentially break them apart. As you drove home, tears stained your cheeks, your heart heavy. This wasn’t the kind of problem you expected or wanted to deal with. Not now. Especially considering how complicated your relationship was currently, due to Cillian's infidelity with his former assistant Kit.

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From Another World

Jaehaerys I/Family x Modern!Child!Oc

Summary: The Gods blessed the Jaehaerys and Alysanne with another child but... from another world.

Prologue Masterlist A/n: I just had this idea of making a story with Jaehaerys and Alysanne and their children x Modern!child. This is just a small sample but i hope you guys like it.

“Lilith! Don’t go far!” Her dad yells as he helps her mom set up the picnic. 

A fit of giggle left her lips as she run into the woods, ignoring completely her dad’s words. Her big mismatched eyes looked around in awe, marveling at the big trees and rocks with small patches of muss on top. The rays of the sun trying to peek from the soft leaves while they move gently with the breeze along with her auburn hair. 

Lilith’s parents decided to take her on a small trip to a natural park, reasoning that taking their daughter to get some fresh air would be good for her. To run away from the city for a while. 

But they were so wrong. 

After some running around, Lilith gasps in wonder at the beautiful clearing before her. Her sharp eyes quickly noticed the big well in the middle of it. 

Moving her little legs as quick she could, the small child giggle in excitement as she move towards the well. As she come closer, she notice a big three-headed dragon engraved on the old stone.  

“Wow...” She murmurs as she traces her chubby fingers through it. “Ouch!” She hisses when the sharp corner of the head of the dragon cut her finger.  

She puts her finger on her mouth, trying to numb the sting a little. Her crimson blood run down the engraved dragon, making it look like the blood was coming out of his mouth.  

Lilith cleaned her hands on her shorts, examining the stone carefully. “P-Per-Perzys Ā-Ānogār?...” (Fire and Blood) The child attempt to read the strange words beneath the dragon. “I wonder what it means.” She murmurs. 

Suddenly a bright light begins to shine from inside the well, making Lilith jump in shock. She could hear two soothing voices echoing from inside the well which made her tilt her head in confusion. 

“Hello?” She leans down slowly, thinking that maybe someone it’s down there and perhaps they might need help.  

When she looks down, she could only see darkness. The bright light was long gone, only leaving behind the smooth voices. Which sounded so far away.  

Climbing the stone, she sits on it to take a better look. “Weird-” She yelp in fear as two cold hands grab her by the shoulders and pull her into the well.  

Her screams were cut off as a deep but smooth voice echoed in her head.  

“...They need you...” 

/// 

“Please, husband! Just give her more time.” The Good Queen, Alysanne Targaryen, begged her husband. “Daella is just a mere child. She will choose a husband when the time is right.”  

Jaehaerys let out a frustrated sigh, clearly annoyed that he and the Queen couldn’t find the perfect match for their sweet daughter.  

“She keeps rejecting every man that approaches her!” The King says, sitting down on their shared bed. “Because a Knight is too scary for her or some young Lord doesn’t share the same Gods that she has. Alysanne... We can’t keep letting her run away from her duties.”  

Alysanne took a deep breath and cups his face in her hands, making him look into her lilac eyes. “I know but-” 

A loud noise suddenly echoed through their chambers, making both of them jump. A strange black hole opens above them and a small red-haired girl falls down, into their bed. 

The girl lay there unconscious. The couple only knew she was alive because of her moving chest, her breathing coming out in deep short huffs.  

Alysanne was the first to approach the small girl, examining her carefully, and noticing her strange clothing.  

“Careful, wife. We don’t know if she is dangerous.” Jaehaerys warns, his rough gaze glued to the girl’s form.  

“Oh don’t be an idiot, Jaehaerys. She’s just a child.” She huffs as she picks up the child, cuddling gently her into her chest.  

A smile forms on the Queen’s lips, finding quite adorable the way the child trying to seek her warmth.  

Jaehaerys already knows his wife's intention. “Alysanne... We can’t keep her.”  

The Queen hums and give him a smirk. “Yes, we can! Now if you excuse me, I need to take our child to the maester.”  

Jaehaerys sighs in defeat. “Looks like I have another child.”  

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