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evansbby · 2 years

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Pretty please give us a lil something like a drabble of Steve and Omega with Steve Jr??? Maybe cuddling their floofy baby? Please🥹

Oh I love this idea! I debated posting this drabble bc it’s so out of character for Steve… but he’s drunk so I think it’s alright! Enjoy!

Warnings: inebriation, alcohol mention, daddy kink, a/b/o dynamics, fluff

The strong whiff of beer, whiskey and cigarettes hits you almost immediately when the door opens. You instinctively clutch Steve Junior close to your chest, cowering back as the foreboding, 6’6 frame of your alpha stumbles into the room.

“Baby,” Steve slurs, grabbing you and pulling you into him with so much force that he knocks himself back, taking you with him. Both of you crash land on his bed, you on top of him with his arms locked around you as he rubs his nose against yours, “Whoops. Hi.”

You swallow, wrinkling your nose at the strong scent of alcohol radiating off of him, not to mention how dilated his pupils are. Steve had gone to some frat party with his friends (he’d told you to come too but you’d luckily managed to persuade him that you had too much work — which wasn’t even a lie). Clearly, he’d had quite a bit to drink (and smoke, based on his smell).

“You’re drunk.” You say it almost cautiously, a feeling of dread spreading in your chest. Distant memories surface, the smell of alcohol reeking off your mother’s boyfriends, the anger and fear that followed.

“And you’re cute.” Steve echoes you, kissing your nose and the side of your mouth before his glazed eyes shift to Steve Junior who you’re still clutching protectively, “Oh look, it’s your little friend. What’s his name again?”

“It’s Steve Junior.” You answer softly, the fear within you slowly being replaced by curiosity, “You’re the one who named him, Steve.”

“That’s right, Steve Junior.” He snatches the stuffie from you, the motion clunky yet still strong, and you’re too distracted by his drunken demeanour and how different it is from when he’s sober, that you don’t even notice it.

“Hey little guy,” Steve prods Steve Junior in his furry little tummy with his pointer finger, “You been taking care of your mommy while I’ve been gone?”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, your heart doing somersaults because this is so weird. Always, in your head you’d categorised alcohol as synonymous with anger and violence. But Steve’s being the complete opposite — relaxed, less stoic, less strict than normal. It’s almost fascinating to watch.

“He says yes!” Steve announces loudly despite the fact that you’re literally two inches away from him. His hand meanders down to give your ass a squeeze, “He says mommy’s been a good girl today.”

He gives you your stuffie back, and you hug the little fur-ball close to your chest, loving how Steve’s alpha scent sticks to Steve Junior’s fur. Meanwhile, Steve grabs your face, raining kisses all over your cheeks, nose and forehead. He’s never been this affectionate with you before, and you don’t know whether any moment he’s going to shift gears…

“Have you been good today, omega?”

You nod quickly, “Y-Yes daddy— I mean Steve. Did all your laundry and ironed your clothes for tomorrow too. I also made some pasta if you’re hungry, it’s in the fridge.” That is, if Bucky or Sam haven’t eaten it, you think to yourself sourly. They’re always eating the food you make — which you wouldn’t even mind if only they weren’t so mean to you all the time.

Steve strokes your hair softly, blue eyes fixed unblinkingly on you, “My perfect baby omega,” he croons softly, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him say anything so softly, “So perfect for me…” He looks down at Steve Junior seriously, “What do you think, bud? Isn’t mommy perfect?”

Steve Junior’s coal black eyes stare coolly back at Steve, unwavering and unblinking, but Steve nods drunkenly anyways, his own blue eyes suddenly widening in glee, “Ha! You hear that? He just told me that he thinks you’re fucking sexy.”

It’s a ridiculous conversation, but you can’t help but indulge both him and yourself. And it’s so crazy how, for the first time in a long time, you feel kind of lighthearted. Your mouth drops open, “He didn’t say that! He’s my baby.”

The mischievous glint in Steve’s eye is almost instantaneous, and he flips the two of you over, pinning you against the mattress, his hard crotch grinding into you, “Want me to give you a real baby?”

You swallow, “I… uh —”

“You’d be even sexier when you’re pregnant.” He continues, and you have no idea what to say when he says things like this. Not that you’re able to say anything at all because the feel of him steadily humping against you has you going weak in the knees and dry in the throat.

“Wouldn’t she, Steve Junior? Wouldn’t mommy be even sexier when she’s pregnant?” He makes the stuffie nod his head, “See? Even our baby agrees.”

Despite the subject matter, you can’t help the butterflies that flutter in your chest at Steve’s light tone, the way he’s talking to your stuffie, the way he said “our baby.” Sober Steve is many things, but silly and playful is not really one of them…

Steve yawns, burying his face in your neck and taking a deep whiff, his body almost immediately relaxing on top of you, “Mmm, can’t wait to knock you up. My perfect little wife…”

He falls asleep like that, on top of you with his arms wrapped around you and face firmly in the nape of your neck, with Steve Junior sandwiched between your bodies. Shyly, hesitantly, you reach up to card your fingers through his blond hair. He looks peaceful and so much less intimidating when he’s asleep.

Maybe he’ll be nice like this all the time now! The omega inside you screeches happily. And you can imagine it: his softness, the laidback jokes, the sweetness, the way he’d spoken to Steve Junior. You can’t help but get giddy, falling asleep holding onto both your alpha and your stuffie, hope swirling in your chest.

A girl could dream, right?

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The end! What do we think? Oh boy… this makes Steve Junior’s fate all the sadder🫣

#Steve rogers #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers fanfiction #Chris evans #x reader #chris evans x reader #anon #poyt ask #poyt drabble #dark Steve rogers

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tangerinequeen19 · 4 months

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Thank you @noraincsl for tagging me in this Louis-centric ask game!

when did you become a louie?

Sometime in 2021…I only vaguely knew who he was when I clicked on a random suggested youtube video ab Larry (what a fever dream), which then led to a life-altering rabbithole of Louis videos and thereby oh-so-casually shifted the space/time continuum.

your earliest fandom memory?

Let’s see, I remember being so excited ab listening to all of his solo stuff and feeling very hit-over-the-head by both Two of Us and Only the Brave. I watched lives for the ltwt22 opening show in Dallas, never having experienced fandom culture before or that type of guerilla livestreaming 😂 and I was SO EMOTIONAL AND SWEATING vicariously for him I was so nervous lol and eventually it was such a delight to be able to scream ab it on tumblr even though I didn't know many of you lovely ppl yet.

your favourite song (one off walls, one off fitf)?

Walls: Defenceless, Too Young, Always You

FITF: All This Time, HOTH, Paradise

[making the executive decision to change one song to three btw]

your favourite music video?

Two of Us

favourite gig?

CUYAHOGA FALLS 2023, A DAY THAT SHALL LIVE IN INFAMY!!! THE SCREAMS I SCRUMPT! THE STEAM MY KEYBOARD STUMPT!

favourite louis hair?

I love his variety--what an icon when you look back at the eras, truly. Usually my fav style is however he currently has it, although I do tend to love a lil oomphy floofy to it.

favourite louis interview?

The ladbible ones or any ones where he can just offer commentary/reactions are gold bc he is so naturally hilarious and engaging.

suit louis or tank top louis?

Tank top! (*echoes in the distance* tank top, tank top...) Now if the blessed day shall come that we get a mesh tank top you will either never hear from me again or you will never hear me talk ab anything else.

favourite louis tattoo?

The card-suits bracelet

favourite louis bodypart? (c'mon we all have one!)

His expressive eyes in all their glory as well as the snuffleupagus lashes.

Tagging ANYONE WHO SEES THIS & WANTS TO DO IT—tag me as asking you if you do it! Also @getawayheaven @goldcrumble @statementlou @weareonejazzhand @moon-sun-thyme @alloutforking @piccolotiranno @shinylights @himynameiszayn @throughtherest @keepmyeyesonthehorizon @crownkinglouis @thelastattempt @ahurricanebehindthedoor @apdlpz @fortheloveof-louis @buttercuphoney91 if you’d like to 😊

#louis tomlinson

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h4lcyonism · 2 years

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the timeskip + all the kids having longer hair or getting haircuts means that in the boiling isles we could get:

short-haired eda a la echoes of the past

curly-haired lilith with her orange roots growing back in

long-haired raine, much more similar to the strangely floofy hair they had in otwat

#i’m projecting here but i want these so BAD #the owl house #eda clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #raine whispers #emma.txt

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muguathepapaya · 2 years

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Ehhhhh!! It’s echo day! CT-1409. Featuring echo who got a prosthetic and took up DJ-ing (and grew out his floofy hair back)

Higher quality non gif version below the cut

#ct 1409 #sw echo #clone trooper echo #tbb echo #arc trooper echo #echo #echo day #Star Wars #fanart #papayadraws #swtcw #swtbb #dj

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eggcompany · 2 months

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A lovely man

Tauriel said SHE wanted to paint Kili nude. She never mentioned six other she elves. Or that it would end in a heart stopping orgasm. Kili is just such a good boy, he deserves a reward.

(No actual sex only fingering.)

“Tauriel! You didn’t say other girls were gonna be here! I can’t let them see-“ Kili said as he slammed the door shut behind him. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and a hoodie… he didn’t even want them to see him in THAT!

Tauriel had asked him to come by the drawing studio and model for her. He’s done it before when she needed a visual for something, the motion in clothing AKA. Kili twirling in a floofy skirt for two hours, or the way a hand looks holding an apple or other fruits and items. But never had she ever asked to draw him in the studio. Sure he’d seen the sketch she’d done of him she’d based off an old photo but she’d never drawn him like this.

Sure he trusts the elf with his entire life. Trusts her with his emotions and physical needs and all his deep dark secrets.

However he doesn’t trust the six other she-elves sitting around with their charcoal and brushes and paint and their stupidly intricate carved easels.

“Sweetheart, they want to draw you so much! We’re working on the movement and direction of body hair. You’ve got a nice hairy face and your chest and your legs. You’re just the perfect subject, my fuzzy little dumpling. It’ll be okay.” Tauriel tried to persuade.

She’d shared all the sketches in her sketch book of the dwarf to her friends and they thought he was amazing. Beautiful, they called him, and they were curious to see a dwarf in the buff. She’d shown them the sketches she’d done of him working and coming back from the jewelry shop and of course the sketches she’d done of him pleasuring himself. She had a wonderful memory and got to see him do each motion nearly everyday, they were rather wonderful drawings.

They already knew what they were going to be painting.

Kili was blushing darker than cherries.

“But I don’t want the pretty girls to see my… my stuff.” Kili whispered and flashed his eyes back to the solid door. He didn’t want someone to walk in and see him. See his parts.

He’d met some of Tauriel’s friends before. They were nice and tall and really really pretty to him. All milky soft skin and quick wit and charm. He likes the elf girls, who could blame him?

“Your stuff?” Tauriel asked, acting dumbly, she tilted her head and batted her eyelashes. Acting dumb always made Kili realize when he was being illogical. Having to explain why usually got her, her way.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about! What if they laugh?” Kili said self consciously and wrapped an arm around himself to cover his chest. It took so long to even let Tauriel see him shirtless...

Tauriel shrugged, nudging Kili to stand in the hallway. She pulled the door open and stood between the room and Kili.

“Hey guys, will you laugh at Kili’s genitals or breasts?” Tauriel asked loudly, the question almost echoed down the thankfully empty hallway. Kili looked shocked for a second before turning red from his forehead to his collarbones.

“Um no” “Nope!” “Never!” They answered scatteredly. Their sing-song voices sounded so sincere, so true and caring just as Tauriel always sounded when she spoke to him. He couldn’t help but let his heart melt a bit, agreement already glazing over his tongue.

“See they won’t. Now up on the table, my sweet little bean sprout!” Tauriel said as she walked into the windowless room. The walls were solid and a dark brown color, the ceiling had bright lights and each girl had a lamp clipped to her esel. Tauriel motioned toward the table covered with a white sheet in the middle of the room.

Kili glared at the table for a long minute before staring at his lover intently. He knew that she would never put him in a situation that was dangerous or that would embarrass him or put him between a rock and the closet doors.

“You owe me big time.” Kili said and put on his best angry face. He swallowed thickly before walking to the middle of the room. His hoodie hung down past the edge of his boxer shorts, giving a small sense of security. ‘ Nude painting’ She had said. Nude… Kili felt his nerves scratch at his throat.

The girls smiled kindly and waved at him. Tauriel sat down at her spot and watched him. Something dominant and fiery and loving flashes in her eyes. The way the emeralds she stored away in her eyes caught the bright lights of the studio made Kili feel something safe and warm deep in his stomach. It was okay. Tauriel was here and all these girls, these girls are his friends. They know him, they know Tauriel, they wanted to see him, to appreciate him.

Kili turned toward the wall and pulled off his hoodie and breathed. He took big deep breaths, in through his nose and out through his mouth. He looked down at himself.

Sure he didn’t have big breasts, they looked more like fat on his pecs but his nipples were big and they jiggled and he didn't like it but he swallowed and turned around, keeping his eyes down. It was hard to look at so many perfect people, as he thought almost all elves he’s ever seen are perfectly perfect, when his most embarrassing part was exposed. He was just about to hop up on the table when Tauriel spoke and walked toward him.

She walked elegantly over to him and leaned her hip on the tabletop a few feet from him. She thought he looked too cute for his own good. All blush pink and fluffed up like a surprised kitten.

“Shuck trou too honey. I’ll help you get in the right position.” She said like it was nothing. Her voice was calm and quiet, soothing the nervous itch that was crawling around his throat.

Kili cleared his throat. And nodded. This… wasn’t photography. They… weren’t there to see him as a toy or something that is disposable. They all know how much Tauriel loves him and how protective and… possessive she is of him.

Kili put his hands on the waist of his boxers, took a deep breath and pushed them over his hips and let them fall to the floor.

Bare.

They were seeing him bare.

Bare feet, bare chest, bare groin.

He felt the cold air hit his soft tender flesh that mounded between his thick hairy thighs and he shivered.

Kili felt dazed until a feather light hand touched his lower back.

He knew it immediately.

Tauriel his rock, his anchor, his safest place.

“Up now Kili and I’ll position you. I’ll make sure to give a good reward, my dumpling boy.” Tauriel teased as she patted Kili’s stomach. He’d been gradually putting on pounds over the past few years since he started dating Tauriel and being engaged to her.

It made him smile and relax. The anxiety flowing away from him. She always said he looked so cute, so soft and wonderful.

Kili put his back to the table and lifted his butt up to sit on the edge. He felt very self conscious at that moment. He felt his butt squish against the hard surface. He heard whispering and instantly thoughts of ‘ Am I too fat? Are they laughing at me? Do they think I’m ugly? Are they talking about my freckles? Do they think I’m too dense? Am I too hairy? Do I look gross? ’ flowed into his mind like a tidal wave.

But as soon as Tauriel’s hand covered his shoulder, he let out a breath and relaxed. He rolled his shoulder under her warm hand and she rubbed and massaged gently.

“Okay now we agreed on like number six right? Was it six or two?” Tauriel asked the others. She looked at the chart they had made of ten different positions.

Two was laying on his back with his arms stretched above his head with his knees bent and feet flat on the floor with his legs spread wide. Six was laying on his side with his head resting on his fist with one leg straight and the other bent up.

Both were very embarrassing but Kili had a feeling there would be no rest from the embarrassment.

“Two. Since it’s easier to hold and he hasn’t posed for long periods yet.” One of the girls said as they all got ready. Tauriel nodded and waited for Kili to scoot to the center of the table. She shoved and pulled at his thigh and ankle as he maneuvered to sit long ways on the oblong table.

“On your back, feet flat, arms up.” Tauriel said and Kili tried to do what he was told. Tauriel's hands guided him into position. His arms were laying flat on the table above his head, slightly bent, and his feet were flat and spread wide and his knees were up in the air. He felt a bit strange having his breasts balanced on his chest just out in the open.

“This is embarrassing.” Kili mumbled and looked away from the girls now studying him. Their eyes danced and flashed around his body, head to toe. Tauriel hummed and sat down after patting his hip.

“I’ll let you sit in my lap and eat ice cream while I do budgeting all next week.” Tauriel said.

Kili felt a spark in his chest. That was the best. Sitting in Tauriel's lap when she works is always good. She always lets him sit on her strap while she works from home. And ice cream??? Hell yes .

“Deal. I’m just gonna pretend I have clothes on and no ones looking at me.” Kili said and closed his eyes.

He was almost dozing when he started hearing the chit chat.

“Does he comb only his face? His chest hair looks so… tamed.” A deeper voice said in a quiet whisper.

“That’s just how it all lies.” Tauriel said back with a pitch of pride to her explanation.

“The textures are so different from place to place.” One said and Kili thought she sat toward the center. Near his ribcage.

“See, it's like radial.”An elf sitting on the end near his feet said.

“I think it’s more random.” The girl next to her countered.

“Oh no, there on his genitals, it’s radial.” Said the first girl.

“I don’t see it” said the second in confusion and intrigue.

“Do you mind if I get a closer look? I want to explain.” The first asked. She didn’t direct it toward Kili, who still had his eyes closed.

“No go ahead.” Tauriel answered.

It made Kili blush and take a quick breath in. They spoke about him as if he was a marble statue. Her marble statue.

“No but, look, see right there, oh come on. Right here, see it moves out here but down here. Like a radial pattern ya know.” A girl’s voice rang out closer and closer with each word. Soon there was shifting air between his spread thighs.

“Ohhh yeah, I see that. And it gets thicker toward the centers. Like the armpit and the mouth.” Said the girl who was still at her easel.

“It’s corser too. Thicker hairs.” He heard and felt a breath on his knee.

Kili opens his eyes to see one of the darker haired elves standing between his knees pointing at his vagina with the end of her pencil. He stared at her for a moment before she looked up and smiled at him, before looking back down in concentration.

“It is similar to how it’s thicker around his mouth. But that’s not radial this is.” She said before walking back to her seat. Kili was blushing heavily then and was very aware of how cold his skin was down there and how exposed he felt. But when he saw Tauriel’s soft smirk he relaxed again. It’s okay .

Eventually he got drowsy again and let his eyes close again.

He only woke up when his stomach growled. The girls giggled at that.

“Tauriel, I'm hungry.” He whined out and pouted dramatically, well as dramatically as he could without moving.

“Do you want me to feed you a few nutter butters?” The redhead asked and looked at the snacks that piled on the extra desk. Kili was fond of peanut butter. Well he was fond of licking and sucking it off her strap, on special occasions.

“… yes.” He said as his mind went to the same place. His cheeks pinked back up and he wanted to close his knees.

Tauriel fed him a few before he sighed and closed his eyes again. She dusted the crumbs from his stubble and booped his nose before sitting back down.

“Taurielllll I’m bored~” Kili whined and flexed his toes and hands. He’d napped for nearly half an hour, he’d been laying here for who knows how long!

“Here. Put in my headphones. What do you wanna, don’t move, what do you wanna listen too?” Tauriel said as she pulled out her wireless earbuds and put them in Kili’s ears. He blew out a breath as she recovered his ears with his fluffy clean hair.

“Ugh just out in some music. I'm ‘bout ready to fall asleep again anyway.” Kili mumbled and yawned largely. A few girls giggled at him and he closed his eyes.

“Okay darling, take a nice nap.” Tauriel whispered and bent down to press a small, quick kiss to his forehead. That of course incited a few little ‘aw’s.

Tauriel soon placed a thin slip of fabric over his eyes, it was her scarf, when Kili complained the lights were too bright.

“Uh ah oh t-Tauriel? Is everyone gone? Oh oh was I good? Was I a good boy? Is this my reward? Oh I like when you touch my legs!” Kili panted and whimpered, questioning as Tauriel ran her thin hands up and down his inner thighs. She scratched lightly, saying yes darling you were good without breathing a word to him.

Her hands felt so warm and soft and lovely against his sensitive skin. She loved to pet and tease his thick strong hairy legs. His legs jiggled and shook as his hole clenched over and over again. There was a warm flood stirring deep in his gut, slowly dampening his most inner flesh, his labia turning a lovely darker shade and plumping up.

Kili wiggled and bucked as she continued to rub her hands around his hips and thighs. He had slept a bit heavily and her hands made his brain feel all jelly and stress free. The calm instrumental music was still playing in his ears.

Tauriel was smiling widely as she ran her pointer finger nails down the crease of his thigh slowly. Kili gasped and moaned. A shiver crept down his body and a shine of his slick peaked from his exposed hole. His tender flesh growing beautiful, rosy and damp.

“See he’s so vocal and watch how his hips lift.” One of the girls said with an aw to her voice. She thought Kili looked so cute.

Kili grabbed onto his own hair, Tauriel never let him touch himself when she decided to tease him.

“Ohhhh! Pet me pet me pet me!” Kili cried as Tauriel ran a single finger over one side of his labia. His hole visibly throbbed and opened greedily, trying to pull something in, trying to pull her in deep.

“Aw he’s trying to get closer but also get away.” Another girl said as she watched the small man whimper and push his hips toward his love.

“Tauriel! Tauriel! Please please please! Touch my insides! Touch me inside!” Kili begged. His brain was so fogged.

He wasn’t anywhere, there was nothing happening around him, there was only Tauriel. The song flowing in his head was focused and had low bass, the thin light green cloth of her scarf around his eyes let in light and shadows but he couldn’t make out her shape. His heart thrummed quickly in his chest and his palms felt sweaty and when Tauriel simply placed her hand over, covering his pussy completely from prying eyes, Kili felt a gush of his own slick dribbled down between his hot folds.

“Tauriel, please hold me.” Kili whimpered quietly and sincerely. He reached out his arms, toward where he could feel the heat rolling off her body.

Tauriel smiled and sat down, criss-cross, on the table and pulled Kili so he was kneeling over her lap. The scarf fell from his eyes but as he blinked away the spots he was only met with the wall.

He nuzzled into her chest and collarbones. The smell of her skin, lightly spattered with fumes of charcoal and paint, calmed him and made him bring his hands to sit clasped together on the small of her back.

Tauriel petted down from the back of his head down to his bottom. She squeezed the tender soft cheeks for a moment before moving her hands to rest on his hips.

The comments coasted around her. “Aw, so obedient.”, “What a polite little thing!”, “So how it’s dripping down from him…” , “Look how perky his nipples are! Tauriel aren’t you going to give him some attention?” , “Does he always ask like that?”.

“Yes, he’s always my sweet, obedient, little dumpling boy. He’ll get what he needs soon enough. I think he’s too wired up for much, sorry girls.” Tauriel responds as she runs her hands up and down his thighs a few times.

“Please? Please Tauriel! It feels so heavy inside. You said I would get a reward, I wanna cum please.” Kili whimpered and begged out. He wiggled and gyrated his hips down when Tauriel placed her open palm across his vulva.

She used one hand to guide his to her hips, and the other to press on his mound.

He held on as tight as he could onto her green painter's apron, knuckles turning white as he let out little huffs and “ah”s and quiet moans.

She moved so two of her fingers rubbed around his entrance. The wetness coated her fingertips and he relaxed onto her. All his weight rested on her chest.

He rather enjoyed this position. He liked the way her breasts squished onto his collarbones. Her neck was right there for him to kiss and mouth at gently, which he did lazily. The way she slowly breached him on her fingers was all too familiar, and all too wonderful.

“Please, please, please, please just touch me. Rub it, please rub it!” Kili cried out as Tauriel crooked her fingers, rubbing at Kili’s small G-spot. She could do this blindfolded, she knew his body better than anyone else. She knew what he wanted.

Tauriel moved her hand from where it was rubbing between his shoulder blades down to his front. She used her thumb to pull up the small hood that covered his hard little ‘prick’.

Kili let out a loud moan and rutted his hips forward and Tauriel giggled.

“He likes this part. Watch, it won’t take him anything till he starts shaking. He’ll shake,” Tauriel said, a smile wide on her face as she gently rubbed around Kili’s hard red clit.

Kili of course screamed and clung impossibly closer to his love’s body. His thighs started to shake and he ground down on the fingers that were easily sliding in and out of his shallow little hole.

Tauriel rubbed a little fast on his prick before kissing the top of his head. That was all Kili needed.

“Oh? Usually it takes him at least three fingers to cum but he’s already clenching down.” Tauriel said in amusement. They must be itching at a new kink.

Kili was crying big wet tears down his face onto Tauriel’s dress and skin as she rubbed quickly at his prick and stimulated that special place in his hole.

“Please, please, please, please-” Kili begged feverishly and rutted and wiggled. He never knew how to handle himself when Tauriel fingered him. He shook and thrashed and in an instant his orgasm was hitting him.

Kili let out a deep howl and shook. Every muscle was pulled like a bowstring in his body as thick cum washed down Tauriel’s hand.

As the shaking lessened and the death grip on her fingers loosened she slipped them out and rubbed his hip with her more dry hand.

Unknown to him, Tauriel showed off her drenched fingers to the group. Soon a moist towel was handed to her. One girl came and took his headphones out and another girl picked up his discarded clothing and set it on the table edge for him.

Kili laid like a puddle of puddy against Tauriel's chest as she wiped him down. Nothing mattered, nothing was real.

“So precious my little dumpling, you were so precious. You should see our works when you decide to come back to earth.” Tauriel whispered to him. Everyone else picked up their supplies, leaving their works on their easels to dry. They soon all left, leaving Kili panting and nearly asleep.

“Do ‘still get ice cream?” Kili said as he peeled his head away from the soft skin of Tauriel’s collar bones.

“Yes my dove, you get all the rewards.” She told him, a goofy smile splashing onto his face.

#fanfic #egg_company #smut tag #the hobbit #lord of the rings #trans kili #kili x tauriel #kili #tauriel #hobbit smut #the hobbit fanfic

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crow-writes-things · 1 year

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Meaningless questions (with meaningless answers)

Summary: Axis asks a dumb question because he honestly can’t handle rolling some manic pink haired mf around in a wheelbarrow in silence

Fandom: Lobotomy Corp (no canon characters are mentioned)

Characters:

Echo, the pink haired tall mf who thinks killing is just a silly goofy thing. She’s not in her EGO because it was confiscated. She’s wearing bandages instead over her eyes.

Axis, short twink with floofy blonde hair. Also not wearing his EGO, but he has weapons (dual pistols) still on him.

Warnings: Uhhh the word lobotomy is used? And also slight mentions of sexy time (extremely slight)

Note: This post is being attacked by porn bots for some goddamned reason. I’m still keeping this up though don’t worry

The only sound was the crunching of gravel. Crunch crunch crunch. Axis can't say he cared for the sound much, but the silence of the larger woman whom he was (struggling to) wheelbarrow down some gravel path was immensely uncomfortable, especially considering her former attitude.

He couldn't stand it.

“So are we going back to Lob Corp? Or are you planning on dumping me in a giant hole somewhere?” She finally spoke, the first time since she’d been hit in the head and stuffed into a wheelbarrow.

“I’m taking you to my house. Considering how... Bonded you became with your EGO, there’s probably still some ingrained in you, and they're not taking any chances. You’ll probably be shoved in a containment cell and labeled an abnormality, honestly.” He tried to sound serious, but there wasn’t really a point to that by now.

“Maybe I should be. Lounging in a cell all day, occasionally having people come poke at me or whatever, it doesn't sound bad. And I can just kill the person if they do their job shitty.” She turned her head towards the sunset, despite the fact she probably couldn't even see anything.

“What kind of work would you like anyway?” He asked, indulging in this weird scenario he’d accidentally made her create.

“Attachment.” Such a simple answer, too.

“That depends on the person too, do you mean you want affection, or something more....?”

It took a while for her to respond, and for a second he was convinced she didn't hear him, until finally, she spoke.

“I want you.”

#I don't even know how I started to ship these two btw #anxious little malewife and his murderous girlboss!!!

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katniss-elizabeth-chase · 2 years

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we can make it…

my first contribution to sophiana week 2022! this one is based off of the prompt for day three. i also realized that after i finished it, it was supposed to be in the future which it is, but it’s also a human au so just prEteND okAY. i’M sORry😭

@sophianaweek2022

a/n - she/they sophie and ae/aer biana

word count - almost 1.2k

Biana rested aer head on the cool glass, and the dark scenery whizzed past. Ae blinked back hot angry tears. Ae turned to Sophie. A question formed on aer lips, but Sophie clenched jaw and pained expression made it fade.

Ae looked down to the radio. Its sound crackling and fuzzing. Ae debated messing with it, but just went back to resting aer head on the window.

Eventually, they pulled up to the hotel.

“You can get out now,” Sophie said, her voice shaky.

“Soph, please,” aer voice cracked, all aer pain flooding into aer voice

“No,” Sophie lifted their hands off the wheel,“I don’t want these either but we… I need to.”

Grabbing aer backpack from the floorboard, Biana climbed out of the small car, the sides of aer eyes were damp. Ae turned around. Gripping the top of the car so ae could look in the car… at Sophie.

“Please just- come in. We can talk. We can-”

“I’ve made up my mind,” Sophie interrupted,“I’m truly sorry but just… go.”

Biana backed away and shut the car door. Ae watched painfully as the small car pulled away. A gaping hole opened in aer chest and tears streamed down aer face. Ae turned to the hotel glaring at it. Its promise of fun, excitement, and just everything.

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Once the lights of the hotel were far behind her, Sophie felt a sob building inside her. They pulled to the side of the road and turned the key back. The lights of the car disappeared. She would do anything to take it back, but what was done was done. A sob burbled from their throat, and she banged her head on the steering wheel. A sob came.

And another.

Until their whole body was racked with them.

-a day-

Biana tossed the covers off of aerself for the millionth time that night. Last night was pure torture, and so it seemed tonight was as well. Ae rolled out of aer floofy bed and walked over to the glass doors. Ae slid them open and stepped onto the balcony. Ae leaned against the railing. The wind ruffled aer hair; ae breathed it in, carrying aer back to yesterday.

The rustling of the leaves as the wind seemed to dance across the treetops. Both of them laughing, occasionally tossing a cracker at each other, and… Sophie’s wistful almost pained staring into space.

Oh shit, how could’ve ae missed that?? Biana groaned and flopped aer head down. It started coming back to aer, faster and faster. Sophie’s pained expression when she pulled aer aside.

No. No. No. The last thing ae wanted to do was relive that. Ae ran back into the room and flopped on the bed. Burying aer face under the pillow, tears started streaming down aer face.

-a week-

Sophie removed the leftover pastries from their display case and brought them back to the kitchen for storage.

“You sure you don’t want company?” Her uncle asked while hanging up his apron.

“I’m good. I like the… quiet,” they replied, handing the small platter of leftovers to him.

“Okay, and thank you,” he said, softly.

She watched him leave before filling up a bucket with soapy water. They went out to the lobby and started washing the glass display cases. She saw her face reflecting back at them. The dark circles under her eyes had only grown. They furiously scrubbed a spot on the glass. The echoes of memories flooded back in.

“Bee?”

A face turned toward her, one untarnished from hurt and sorrow. “Yeah, Soph?”

“I… I… I’m sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?” A slight tease in aer voice.

“I think we need a break.”

Confusion and hurt filled aer face and… a flash of guilt as if it was possibly aer fault.

“No. No. No,” Sophie said, cutting off the flow of memories. She hated the way they had made Biana feel. Why did she do that? They were so stupid. She slumped over the counter display case thing. Her tears staining the freshly washed glass.

-a month-

Bundled up to protect aerself from the brisk wind, Biana walked through the campus. Ae stopped to quickly look at a booth for the fashion club. Ae smiled at the figurine that was the club’s symbol before picking up a glass bead bracelet.

Next to aer, ae overheard a couple people chatting at the next booth.

“Oh, you’re no longer the president? Is there a reason?”

“Yeah, I really loved it, but I needed a break for my mental health.”

Biana flinched, and the bracelet ae was inspecting fell through aer fingers. Ae dipped down and saw aer face distorted in the small jagged beads.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, but I need to take a break for my mental health. I need a break from… everything.”

“But… but…”

Biana slammed the bracelet down on the booth table, startling the assistant behind it, and ae ran. The wind whipping aer hair behind aer.

-a year-

Sophie sighed as they began the process of locking things down for the night. That one sentence she had said rotating in her head.

Come see me in a year. Come see me in a year. Come see me in a year. Come see me in a year.

They clenched their teeth trying to staunch the flow of words.

“Just a few more hours and I can forget about the whole thing,” she muttered.

The door opened, and a gust of wind burst into the shop. A few droplets of water from the thunderstorm splattered onto her. Expecting a last minute customer, they looked up.

Sophie felt a small lurch in her stomach. It was aer. Ae now had an adorable pixie cut, but it was still… aer.

“Sophie,” ae started before trailing off.

“Be- Biana? You came,” she mentally kicked themself for sounding disappointed. She wasn’t disappointed. She was… well they didn’t know what they were feeling, but it was far from disappointment.

“I’m sorry if I shouldn’t’ve come, but I need to say this,” aer words came out hurried, a little nervous.

Watching aer with silent, longing eyes, Sophie let aer continue.

“I want the best for you. I would do anything to make sure you’re happy and healthy, and… and I won’t bother you again if you want me to, but I don’t want to quit on you. I…” ae trailed off again, seemingly to gather aer thoughts before continuing,“I have realized many things because of our breakup, invaluable things, but I still want you.”

A flash of lightning lit up the outdoors and a clap of thunder quickly followed.

Ae stopped to wipe away some tears and snot, and Sophie realized she was crying as well. Sophie moved around the counter to Biana.

She looked up into Biana’s glassy eyes. “I want you too. I miss you,” they said, softly.

Biana nodded and wiped away some more snot.

“Damn, you’re a messy crier. Come, there’s some tissues in the kitchen,” she said, laughing softly.

#sophie kotlc #sophie foster #biana kotlc #biana vacker #sophiana week 2022 #sophiana #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc fanfic #ngl i had a lot of fun writing this #though i did start crying so-#yeah I’m fine :)#@katniss writes

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synnerfiction · 2 years

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Confrontation from Y’shtola pt 1

The sounds of evening bustle around Shirogane flitted up though the open window. The reports on the desk weren’t overly important, nor engaging, I just wanted them sorted and perused before taking my dinner. I was surprised by the knock at the door. There were few enough who knew where I stayed when in this country, fewer still that were aware that I was visiting this region. I shifted the wind with a move of my tail, so that it drew the window closed to assist in hearing.

“Yes, whom would be calling on me this late?”

“It’s… ‘little’ Rhul.”

The scion hesitated before responding, but the title was odd. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard it, however never in our current association. The little girl whom was always under robe at the old lady’s place when he visited. Then again who am I to call anyone old. My body already began to silently shift, the large scaled form contracting to the slender humanoid with bunny like ears. The transformation took only a moment till I sat in a completely new physical form, almost anyway. The floofy puff tail was admittedly much more comfortable than the long scaled one, but it felt as if I were missing a limb. A dip of the long ear brought the metal locking pins towards me, allowing the door to properly open.

“It’s open Y’shtola, though that is a very odd way to refer to yourself. I almost considered that your sister somehow located me and confused herself in how to introduce herself.”

The quip that was expected in counter never echoed through the air. The door simply creaked open softly before the platinum blonde bob entered view. The contrast in hair and clothing was only slightly mitigated by the white fur that shouldered upon her dark black robe. Her face held exhaustion at bay, but showed a disappointed smile as it gazed towards me. The scents that floated in with her, were not those of Hingashi, but of the exotic Thavnair. The smell was strong enough that she must have teleported here directly and moved quick enough to not dilute the spices that had fallen over her clothing. She’d known exactly where to find me. Beyond that, Alchemists of Radz-at-Han? I simply tilted my head at her silence, a single report still in hand. She seemed to glance around at the papers though her eyes appeared to be looking elsewhere beyond the room.

G“Shtola?”

“Ah forgive me, I was feeling nostalgic a bit. It has been quite the adventure of late, compared to the recent calm.”

I motioned for her to sit on the couch which sat opposite my desk. Standing rustled a few papers, but she still seemed to not note much of it as she sat. I poured a cup of the Hingashin tea that stayed warm on the aether lamp behind the desk. Resting myself then upon the front edge of my desk, I held the cup to her. Her nose made a cute motion as she inhaled the aroma before taking a sip. The motion her shoulders made as her body sunk into the couch relaxing was almost comical and brought a smirk to my lips.

“Lukewarm as always.”

“Always? Oh you mean like the old bosses? Well there’s not much use in a beverage you have to spend time cooling while working you know. I suppose it is a habit I picked up from him though. What’s gotten into you luv? The world is fairly at peace for the first time in a long time.”

“‘Him’ yes I supposed. Can you please stop for now? I’ve never asked whether in business or the few outings we’ve had, but you know about my eyes.It did take a while before I realized why your aether was so familiar but it wasn’t that hard. And in my recent efforts I’ve come to learn of yet another reason, though I can’t quite understand it.”

I raised an eyebrow at her, even though there was no arguing she was probably right even with her vague wording. That last part could have been anything in ten thousand years so was not about to tell. She simply looked at me for a while as she slipped her tea, but I knew that look. I let my body flow back closer to it's natural form. Tattoos gathered and formed black scales. Limbs stretched, horns and tail grew fresh. The same form which she knew of since childhood.

"Satisfied little one? Though what else you are attempting to allude to I could not fathom a guess.”

”So you didn't present yourself as an alchemist named Azem and assist in manufacturing an artificial Atmos style voidsent to control and enlarge a void rift tear? At first it seemed incredible, the name of our friend’s unsundered origin appeared in the source so long ago. However just as brightly as they shine of light, you exude the darkness of the void. Though it wasn’t originally apparent we have crossed paths with Azem’s shard of the first. Having learned as much as we have of the thirteenth and it’s fate, it could be safe to assume the sundered shard of that place could still exist.. That’s why you refuse to deal with them directly isn’t it, old man?”

She looked up at me expectantly, but all I could see was the pity in her eyes as she finished the results of her theorem. Ever the brilliant mind ever since youth, it was no little feat to piece together so much from so little. That pity however irked me horribly, enough that I found my tail instinctively around her neck. Even then she did not panic or show fear, that spoke either to her character or mine. I know not which. The tea cup in her hand did not even shake at the motion.

“Synn will continue to do fine as a name. Though what makes you feel safe confronting me as such I wonder? I am not your friend. Only lucky people get to play hero. I'm both far older and more broken as you've already guessed.”

”You won't do more than warn me though will you? I'm hardly a threat. I would wager even master knew the truth with her eye. You even still assist and supply her. As per your request neither I nor Krile, have disclosed anything about your assistance. I can assure you that has been difficult with Tataru and Ameliance looking over so much of the operational portions of the Scions and the enclave. So unless you plan to get intimate, could you remove that?"

#Synn lore #ffxiv fic #ffxiv rp

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anarkhebringer · 5 years

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I did some doodles of Claude, Dimitri, Lukas, and Python as a concept-ish thing (I guess?) for my modern AU Fire Emblem fic, and felt a need to share it. I’ve already overdeveloped the AU itself, and I’ve got a LOT about Claude and Lukas developed too. Claude being trans and nondysphoric (because there’s a need for more of this in characters and I will happily deliver), and Lukas questioning his preferences included.

#Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem AU #Fire Emblem Echoes #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Fire Emblem Lukas #Fire Emblem Python #Fire Emblem Claude #Fire Emblem Dimitri #FE3H Claude #FE3H Dimitri #FE Lukas #FE Python #codysenshiart #Dimitri's got floofy hair in this AU and I feel that this was a good decision to make #I also think it was a good choice to try and draw a more muscular build for Claude to practice different body types for trans characters #trumeds dni

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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When you touch their ears [Savanaclaw x Reader]

Summary: Ever wondered how the beastmen react to having their ears pet? Do you wanna find out~?

Tags/Extra info: 2nd person POV, gender neutral reader, fluff

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Ah~ Vargas Camp Ruggie SSR~ Those cute round floofy ears encircled by the visor (´⌣` ʃƪ)💕💕💕

I LOVE RUGGIE AND ADORE HIS EARS, THAT WAS PRETTY MUCH THE WHOLE INSPIRATION FOR THIS JNTRGIOJIOF

Also~ .....might have gotten an idea similar to this for Octa trio, about admiring their merfolk forms/teeth/claws... would anyone be interested in that? 👉👈

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🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Trapped within a sleeping lion’s arms,

That is your predicament.

You paid Leona a visit to make sure he was attending his school duties and such, but of course the lionman decided to shut you up and take a nap right in the middle of your conversation. Not like Grim minded, anyway, the other lazy cat graciously welcomed some shut eye.

What were you to do now?

Well, only the most logical thing...

Leona had his face buried on the crook of your neck, the position you were in had you facing one another. Ever so carefully, you lifted your hand up towards his chocolate mane. You had to be extremely careful to fulfill your goal and sate your curiosity, his senses are much sharper than those of a regular human.

Slowly, patiently, you made your way towards the top of his head. Eyes and ears attentive to any movement or sound made by the sleeping beastman as your hand carefully...

Stroked his ear

Soft, very soft! The short fur was silky smooth to the touch!

Careful now, his ears twitched after the first pet. Few seconds went by and thankfully Leona remained sleeping, so you resumed your ear petting shenanigans.

As you explored the cute small ear, stroking and scratching here and there, you came face to face with a surprise. While scratching right on the base, where fur meets scalp, a deep low grumble left the sleeping feline.

“Whoa! What... Is that... purring?!” You tried your best not to flinch from the surprise. Curious as ever, you continued scratching that same spot, moving from side to side occasionally to see if his reaction changed (which it did, by the way, he prefers being scratched on one side more than the other, evident on how his purr intensifies when scratched on the preferred spot).

The vibrations traveled through you from how close Leona held you. This was definitely the most fun you’ve had in a while, until...

“What’re you doin’, herbivore?” He slurred out, looking up at you with eyes that struggled to remain open.

Panic rose in your heart as your hand stopped on its tracks. The dorm head, however, spoke again before you could do anything else: " 'f yer gonna... venerate me... d' it... pro..prly..." His head slumped back to the comfortably lay on your shoulder.

Stunned, you blinked a couple times to process what happened. "Yes, My King." You answered back, lips trembling as you tried to hold back your giggles. "Oh my lord, that was so DUMB and CUTE!" You admitted to yourself.

So, being a good little "royal servant", you went back to pet his ears. Immediately, the purring resumed with a renewed intensity, Leona's hold became more secure around you. Then you felt it,

A rough tongue very languidly licking at the exposed skin of your neck.

"WHAT the absolute..?! Leona?!" You were so confused and startled, goosebumps waking your skin while a blush lit up your cheeks. It was impossible not to flinch now, but even so the lion kept sleeping.

Could it be that having his ears tenderly scratched like this relaxed him so much to behave like an affectionate cat-dog?

You just buried your face on his hair, emotions too jumbled together for you to keep a straight face. Man, if he finds out what about what you did that led him to do that, to purr and sleep talk... Guess it was a good life to live.

For now, one though echoed through the mess of feelings:

"Too cute, Leonyaaaaaaa..!"

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🍩 Ruggie Bucchi 🍩

Knowing the hyena worked himself to the bone in order to keep Savanaclaw functional and afloat, you decided to help him with some chores (plus, free labor like that was always welcomed by Ruggie).

You had just finished washing bedsheets and putting them up to dry while he folded the freshly dried uniforms.

"Ruggie, didn't you say last time second years and up can wash their clothes with magic?" You asked with annoyance while rolling your neck and trying to crack your back.

"Ah, yes, that's how it is." Came his answer.

"Then why is everyone still too lazy to do that?! What I'd give to have magic for this! I never knew bedsheets were so troublesome, even more so the Savanaclaw bedsheets! You guys need to clean them with special detergents against ticks and fleas, aside from the regular detergents, my hands are destroyed!" You whined. The dry sensation on your hands was already bothering you. Boy, if Vil got word of your disgraceful hands... You really need some powerful hydrating lotion.

The beastboy laughed his signature laugh at your misery. "Do remember it was you who wished to help~ I didn't ask you to come." He made his way over to you and took the basket of clean sheets to hang on the newly unoccupied clotheslines. “Let me help you with that.”

You got to work together, striking small talk until you were finally done.

“I guess people are just tremendously lazy and have too much spare money.” Ruggie suddenly said after a while of silence. You turned to look at him, confused. You were sitting in the shade to rest your tired feet and legs from standing for such a long while.

“Why they don’t wash their stuff, even when magic’s available... Downright slothful people with too much money...” He stretched and yawned, sprawling himself to rest his head on your lap.

“You mean... they paid you to do this stuff?” The hamster in your head stopped spinning the thought processing wheel for a second.

“Ye~s... should’ve charged them more, honestly. I’m missing out on buying leftovers from Sam’s and doing my meal prep for the week, yanno?” A groan left him, hands going to massage his biceps. “That was way too much work.” Another yawned led him to close his eyes and find a comfortable position to nap on.

Noticing your silence, the hyena cracked one eye open. “Ah, sorry for not telling you ‘bout the pay... But it’s not like I asked you for help~” He chuckled once more, returning to try and sleep.

With a subtle pout, you spoke, “I’m not mad... too mad about the money stuff, Ruggie.” You poked his forehead to call for his attention, “But I’m concerned about you taking on so much workload instead of attending your business. I mean, I live somewhat frugally in Ramshackle with Grim and certainly would never let an opportunity to buy good-to-use leftovers pass by... So why would you? and let your meal prep plans be ruined too? Did you really need money that desperately to neglect yourself?” Worry laced your voice and frown. "Do you ever get a chance to relax and rest well? Your body needs proper rest to function and prevent blotting!"

“Ah... eh... it’s really not a bother...” The boy became a little nervous and awkward at being object of concern, ears laid flat in embarrassment.

“No, no! Allow me to help~!” Before he could even react, you already had your hands buried on his hair.

“Ah, whoa, wait! Wha-?!” Ruggie tried to straighten up, but his attempts were immediately quelled by an extremely comfortable sensation that rendered him stupid.

Shoulders and neck released their tension, limbs went limp as tingles traveled through his spine and goosebumps rose on his skin, scrunched up face relaxed into a wide smile. Ruggie's whole body was submerged in a sea of bliss.

What caused this? Very simple...

Your delicate touch on his big round ears turned to be a major weakness, a surefire way to send pleasurable sensations through him that relaxed all his muscles. Gleeful giggles could only tumble out of your lips at his cute goofy expression.

The ear petting continued for few minutes until you eventually stopped.

Dazed eyes opened to look at you expectantly, "Why did you stop?" His lips formed a pout.

"Hoho~ Want some more?" There was a subtle teasing tone in your words, "I certainly wouldn't mind~!" You were eager to return your hands to his hair, massaging his scalp until you reached those adorable fluffy ears.

He cleared his throat, look averted from your general direction due to bashfulness. “Ah, [Name]... Could you... maybe massage the inside of my ear? B-But don’t insert your finger too deep inside, okay?!” The hyena’s cheeks were tinted pink.

“Sure thing~” You smiled a the boy, getting to work on his request. “Hey, Ruggie,” You turned to look at each other, “Whenever you need to relax, my services will always be free of charge for you~!” A final cheeky wink accompanied your words.

Ruggie could only blush a little more while sharing a laugh with you.

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🐺 Jack Howl 🐺

Sometimes cloud watching helped bring back even the tiniest drop of happiness and calm to your day, thus why you decided to lay on a random patch of grass and look at the sky.

“Dumbass cat... stupid tanuki...” Bitterness still clung to your heart, however the boil of anger quickly turned to sadness. You and Grim had an argument that left you emotionally and mentally exhausted, no smidge of joy could be found in you.

It felt dumb to be hung up on the discussion, but he said some sensitive stuff and you equally retaliated. Even so, guilt and regret took over your mind, making you realize an apology to your feline-monster companion was due soon. He was your first ever friend in this world, for heaven's sake! There's unique fondness in your heart for him, something a dumb tantrum cannot break.

But first, you needed to collect yourself and regain some cheer.

Meanwhile, as you looked at the sky above and lost yourself in thought, paws trotted up to you. Loud sniffing and a damp sensation on your cheek and neck broke you out of your trance.

“Woah, doggo.” Was the first thing that came to mind as you sat up to look at the perpetrator. The big white canine groaned at you, annoyance clear on his eyes. “Kidding kidding, sorry! Jack, that you, bud? Been a while since I saw your wolf form.”

Your fellow first year nodded. Silence stretched on because, really, what could you expect a wolf to do? You’ve yet to become an expert at animal languages, so you did the talking between you two.

“Are you training your unique magic? Deuce once mentioned you doing so while in track practice... Seems you can hold your form for longer, good job.” You praised while an accomplished look crossed Jack’s furry face.

It seems your face remained gloomy in your little exchange which urged your friend to find a way to make you talk about what was bothering you. His solution? Pawing at your hands until you got the idea.

“What’ wrong? You need something?” He groaned, displeased with your question. “Uh... Something the matter?” The wolf snorted in irritation.

Looks like he needs a more direct approach. Your friend took to poke your chest with his snout and tilt his head to the side, trying to signal that he had a question regarding you.

“Oh! Uh, are you curious about me? Have something to ask me?” That was it! Jack finally assented. “Ah... I think I know what you’re curious about... Why am I here, why I was laying on the grass looking at nothing, right?”

A sigh before more words left your mouth. “Grim and I had a dumb fight. Figured I needed to simmer down before going to apologize. Cloud watching helped back then, but... not this time...” You looked down at your hands, feeling too vulnerable to sustain eye contact with the wolf boy.

Before he could do anything, an idea crossed your mind. “Worth the risk.”

“Actually, Jack, do you think...!” Your movements were so sudden, you ended up so very closely face to face with the canine for he was making his way over to you.

“Ahaha, sorry about that.” Came your apology. “But... Jack... Could I, maybe, if you allow me to, pet you? I-I think it could help cheer me a little.” Still you kept your gaze away from his, fingers fidgeting with one another to quell the nerves.

All you got as confirmation was something landing on your shoulder and nuzzling close to you. He closed the gap between you as best he could in his current form, encouraging you to hug him and pet as you so desired.

And that you did.

His fur was thick and dense, fitting for someone who lives in a snowy place.

Your hands traveled along his back and up towards his head, while your head planted itself on what you could say was the crook of his neck.

That’s when you leaned new information about your wolf boy friend, when your hands reached his ears.

For most part of the hug-petting session, Jack remained still, making some low noises as you scratched here and there and stroked his fur... But once you got to his ears...

Tail perked up, wagging a mile a minute, he let most of his weight fall on you as he relaxed and enjoyed the sensation brought by your massage. The big canine let out pleased sighs as your hands freely pet his fur.

But it was all interrupted by a sudden POOF!

There he was, the Jack you knew and love, wrapped up in your arms while his tail kept wagging from the love shown to his ears.

It took some time for your giggles to register in his head, but once it did he looked at you. “What? What’s funny?”

Silence

“Ah...” He cleared his throat. You were the first to let go and separate from the embrace. “So that made me lose control of my magic, huh...?” He whispered, but you heard him. The light blush on his cheeks betrayed his supposed calm and collected demeanor.

You decided to let it go, save the boy from further embarrassment. “Thank you, that helped a lot, Jack. I feel ready now.”

“It’s... never a problem to help you, [Name].” He stood up, offering you a hand that you gladly took. “Do you know where Grim is?” He took some steps, signaling you to lead the way, he would accompany you to do what you needed.

It surprised you, since Howl pride himself on being the lone wolf, but his company was always welcomed. “Yes, I recall him saying he’d go to Ace and Deuce to get away from me... That cat.”

Your friend nodded, waiting for you to catch up so both could make your way towards Heartslabyul and settle this rough patch in your friendship with Grim.

[END]

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AAAAH FINALLY DONE!

Say, are you guys also curious about touching the boys’ ears (and tails)? Hope they let us explore this trope in game at least once~

Thank you for reading!

...and maybe....if you like my writing, consider participating in a little special event of sorts I’m hosting in the blog?

I’ll be looking forward to fulfill your requests~!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #Ruggie Bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #soul cuddle #Zack writes #pollinic twst au #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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I'm the "you are my sunshine" anon back to cause trouble.. something fluffy and soft for you... Crosshair and his doubts, tracing his face with closed eyes.. memorizing details and whispered words of love.. seeing his burn for the first time... Maybe in a kinder world being able to chase his insecurities away

ANON MY BUBS DID U KNOW ALL THESE THINGS URE SENDING ARE MAKING ME WEAK. i love you anon. may all the divine entities bless you.

so wrote a lil something for u. and for me bc i miss he and i miss writing too (ty for getting me back on my writing feels, ily forever)

this is set right after the final episode, crosshair and reader were left in some planet bc the boys refused to take him back but were kind enough to drop them off somewhere.

and like i know you said soft and floofy but. i just went and made this some sort of hurt/comfort ajdkajdjd

(it's not a lil something it's a big something i can't contain myself. here have 900ish words filled with :( emojis) no warnings just angst. not proofread bc we don't do that in this house<3

you took him back, and he did so too.

when you had arrived to the planet closest to kamino he could barely look at you, but you don't mind.

what's done is done now.

you had told him as much as soon as you opened the cot you'd be staying for the night, just tonight, tomorrow we'll see, you said, and it was enough to convince him, he didn't want to stay.

you were tired, and for now you just wanted to look at him, to hold him for a moment as stars started to scatter around the sky and the sun had finally set.

"crosshair?" your voice had made a soft echo in the emptiness of the little room, it was only one bed and the door to the bathroom, he had stayed too long under the water and you were starting to get worried.

no response.

dragging your feet towards the steam and they led you right in front of him, not bothering to leave your clothes behind.

he looks sad, and you can't tell if he's been crying, the tears mingle with the little drops that fall onto his face, but he looks at you with those big eyes and you know he's trying to not break his hard facade.

it does crumble slightly when your hands cup his face.

"it's okay," you murmur, "I'm here now."

your hands map his face, trailing the places they have already trailed so long ago they almost forgot what touching him was like.

the stubble gently rubbing against the softness of your palms and you smile softly.

you had missed him.

you close your eyes, just feeling, fingers tracing his cheekbone, down to his lips, up his nose, the contour of his eyebrow.

"what are you doing?" he has never sound so broken.

"making sure everything is like it was before."

a little sob scapes from his lips, and it's then when your eyes meet his again, breaking the silent conversation going where he asks you once more what are you doing, hoping for a different answer that is bigger than what is happening right now.

nothing is like it used to be.

he knows. you know that too.

but it's him the one you want to make sure is the same, even if he's not.

things have changed, but how much?

he looks the same but also not. there's a little cut under his jaw, and one close to his temple, the crosshair tattoo is fading, it needs a redo. he seems skinnier, cheekbones more prominent. he's exhausted too.

you don't talk about the burn on his head. you don't dare to touch it either. guilt bubbling like acid in your chest and there's more to it than what you let on. you're not ready yet to step into that minefield.

still, the tips of your fingers touch the short hair, you smile a bit at how it feels. it's comforting, and you wouldn't mind running your fingers through it while you wait for him to fall asleep.

later, perhaps.

"hmm," you let out, and his eyes are suddenly shy, head dropping slightly just enough to tell you he's embarrassed, "my pretty boy."

to say he's surprised is an understatement, and your thumb wipes a little drop of water from his cheek that might have been a tear.

"you think so?" he tries to sound cheeky, to sound like it's not affecting him as much as it is, but his voice wavers with insecurity and the hope in his eyes begs for you to reassure him once more.

"I know so."

crosshair gives you a little smile, timid, one where the corner of his lips lifts enough to be considered a smile but you take it.

small victories and all.

"looking as handsome as ever."

his smile widens a bit, and his eyes cast down to the water running towards the drainage and your shoes are wet, it is then when he notices you're still in your clothes, them sticking to your skin like they want to be part of you and he knows the feeling too well.

"you just say that because you're stuck with me now."

you don't miss a beat to reply.

"I say it because I mean it."

the confidence in your voice makes tears fill his eyes, and he has to blink a few times for them to dissipate.

he nods once, and that's all.

you want to tell him you love him still, maybe kiss his lips since your own have missed their taste so much, but it's about him, it's about reassuring him and making sure he understands more than what an i love you can give.

there's a silence that you don't like; it feels heavy, filled with too many things you don't want to hear just yet and too many things he can't speak about.

"it's not your fault," you whisper, and he finally breaks, his head falling into the crook of your neck trying to hide all that flows from him, not just the tears, but the shame, and the pain, and everything that had been building inside him since that one night in kamino that changed it all.

and you hold him in your arms, squeezing him softly in hopes it's enough to collect his pieces and pull them back together.

"it's okay."

and it is, all while it's not.

because so many things have been broken but so many things have endured too.

you're still here, and so is he. and for tonight, that's enough.

"it's okay."

#DONT KNOW IF THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND #i didnt meant to write an entire fic akdkkskz #sorry not sorry #hope u like it anon<3 #gonna call you sunshine anon #if u wanna #bc you are my sunshine anon is too long #so yeah #sunshine ☀️ anon #luv ya #crosshair x reader #clone trooper x reader #crosshair x you #tbb crosshair #the bad batch x reader #ari writes

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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years

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When Night Falls

Pairing: Frank Adler x Female Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Murder in the night Word count: 596 Warnings: dark content, 18+ ONLY, explicit content, non con, fingering, murder, knife, stabbing

A/N: MINORS DNI! @syntheticavenger congrats on your new massive milestone, you deserve so many more. Here’s my entry for your 8k Spooky Challenge. My song of choice was The Weeknd - The Hills. It’s my first official fic back in almost two months (I’m not counting the nonnie drabble). So enjoy this short little wild ride!!!

This is beta’d by the lovely, one and only @tom-whore-dleston. All mistakes are still my own.

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His familiar features were charming yet still rough. Radiant blue eyes, floofy hair and a good amount of scruff on his face. He seemed intoxicating, making the drugs taste like decaf on a sunny day.

Glancing at your watch, half past 5, terrified to move, you'd watched the entire scene unfold as he had pushed her into the brick wall with force. Threatened to kill her if she’d make a sound. The way she tried to claw herself away from him, how he pinned her arms above her head with ease.

The predator drew visible pleasure from the fear of the female pinned between him and the wall. His lips pressing kisses into her skin as she whimpered fearfully.

His hand forcefully moved hers between their bodies, forcing her to palm his hardening cock. You could see the tears in her eyes forming as you watched from afar. It felt wrong to stay, but you couldn’t move and the lump in your throat blocked you from screaming.

You watched him forcing her to please him, low grunts falling from his lips as he continued to get off from her touches. You felt bile rise, overwhelmed by emotions clouding your mind. Heartache consumed your chest and it felt impossible to breathe.

It felt like an out of body experience, reliving a memory that had happened to you while you observed and watched the next movements of the man. Frightened at his domineering presence and sense of power.

Her soft pleas were almost inaudible as it trembled off her lips. Her body wanted to make a run for it, but here she was trapped with no room to run away. It was too late.

“You look even better than the photos.” He husked, breathing down her ear as he exposed her chest. “You’ll be mine forever now.”

The moonlight reflected on the sharp metal, pressing into her soft skin. Hushed warnings travelled through the air as he dug the knife a little deeper. You winced at the sharp pain you felt on your own cheek, it almost felt like you were there instead of watching.

“Please, don’t.” Her frantic movements tried to withhold him from slipping his hand under her skirt. “No. Frank, please.” Her strength unmatched to his, winning the battle sliding his fingers through her folds.

The look of her fear and pleasure was fully displayed. Betrayal seemed to be playing key as the soft moan disappeared into the night. He pulled an unwilling sin from her body while he kept her trembling body in place as she fluttered around his fingers.

Your eyes widened as he daggered the knife in her chest. Followed by a loud shriek echoing through the midnight air as he whetted the blade in uneven strokes into her body. With a thud the body dropped to the floor, too heavy to hold up the dead weight.

A hand clamped over your mouth to withhold the shriek that fell from your lips as you watched the woman being strangled with one hand. You had witnessed a murder, you had watched the bewildered beast as he rapidly covered himself in blood as the body was ravaged by the silver shining dagger.

Horrified by Frank’s actions you had stiffened completely, only being able to look up at the chime from the church’s clock. Half past five. The only time he would ever call you his as you breathed your last air, making time stand still as you relived the nightmare you had endured. The dark twisted fairytale that ended with blood and your soul.

Tags: @dreamlessinparis

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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BESTIEE I SAW YOUR YUTA NI BRAINROT POST. AND LEMME JUST SLIDE RIGHT IN.

So my bff and i have been brainstorming about having our cute lil yuuta nii(ofc nii for only me 😬) and and..... He's all soft and floofy until someone tries to mess with reader and BAAM! that someone's dead and one time reader smhw gets to know about it/witnesses it and yuuta is all cute and teary *ehm coercion ehm* telling how much he loves her but reader is still too hesitant for his likings; he finally the 'rika card' telling her

'rika got out of control I- i tried stopping her, won't u believe me imouto chan'

with this face 👇 and yaknow we'd be convinced and he'd know just the cards to pull when he's in a tight space cz his sweet sister would never believe he'd do such things

a part of nii chan series / yuuta-nii series cw dark content, incest, yandere yuuta nii, manipulative behaviour, mention of m*rder, dismembered body and blood, mention of sex

but he would???

you would wonder how yuuta-nii would be so sloppy but that's the point. he wants you to know the extreme he would go to for you. but he will not take accountability, rika would somehow take all the responsibility for killing the boy in your class that you liked, or your annoying professor who's extorting your body for good mark in class or to the stranger in the train who likes to touch your ass even when he's standing there.

"y/n chan, you believe me don't you?"

you wanted to move, but your feet glued to the ground as his blood soaked hand went to caress your cheek, leaving blood streak on your soft cheek. "niisan, but those people-" your brother rolled his eyes, his soft gentle caress turn into a tight grip and he pulled your face closer.

"they want to hurt you. i was just doing my best to protect you, that's what big brother too. and rika too, she would never let anyone hurt you," you like to think he meant well with everything he said, but your brain just couldn't comprehend whatever was happening as rika feasted on the body, absorbing whatever negative energy left in the scattered pieces. you grabbed his wrist, trying to pry it off your aching jaw as you nodded.

"it's painful, niisan," you croaked, lips pouting. he immediately let go of your cheeks, ushering you back inside of the house. with the curtain conjured, no one could see the mess in the backyard. yuuta-nii didn't let you go, until he was satisfied, sprawled on the bed completely exhausted with sheets over his naked body, leaving you in the bathroom, desperately scrubbing the blood crusted on your skin.

niisan would never do this, he wouldn't, he wouldn't-your mind screamed as you scrubbed harder. you vowed to yourself that you would get rid of rika, by whatever ways. you jumped, legs kicking some of the bottle as the door slammed open. "imouto, you didn't wait for me," his voice echoed the small room, you could almost see the pout that came with his whines. yuuta-nii pushed the shower curtain aside, inviting himself into the small space, letting the cold water hit him in the face.

you watched as the water underneath your feet tinted in red, it made you squeamish. "lather some soap for me, please?" he asked politely, slowing the water pressure. with your loofah, you lathered the bubbled all over his chest, his arms around your waist pulling you closer. you could feel his warm breath against the shell of your ears sending shoot of warm jolts down your spine.

"don't think about doing anything stupid," his words took you off guard, your hand froze. d-did he know what you were planing? how? your mind scrambled to think of something to say but he pulled away, kissing you on your lips before spinning you around. his voice and mood changed as he reached for the shampoo, "let me help you with your hair. i think it's getting a bit longer, should we go to the saloon tomorrow and get the end trims?" his cheerful tone made you sick.

you stared at the wet tile, nodding as you felt his hands gently massaging your scalp. you'll never win against your big brother, not in a million year you would,

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