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I've seen the idea of Jazz/Jason having the vibes of Mortisha and Gomez Addams and while I HARD agree that that is the most excellent perspective of the Anger Management ship, may I suggest:
Way of the House Husband Anger Management.
Just consider the excellent potential of terrifying former Crime Lord and hopelessly devoted house husband Jason and his hard working professional and seemingly very normal wife Jazz?
Just imagine this scene in the context of Anger Management, just look at the potential here!
Or imagine a Wayne Family Adventure style thing where the BatFam is having a ridiculous beach episode style thing and getting way too competitive with volleyball resulting in this:
Just think of all the hijinks! The shenanigans! The possibility of adding ghost nonsense on top of everything else!
Grief
In accordance with Brain Bleed, co-driven by @poisonheadcrabsalesman .
Roland POV.
Self-sufficiency. An intimate understanding of the cycle of life. The physical needs: met. The mental needs: met. Sound in body and mind. Expand outward to the inanimate needs, the environment, built up of titanium, plastisteel, tile, and other materials. Crystal and electricity. Alien compounds, for the guests. You’re getting off track.
You don’t breathe. A tiny part of yourself helps the climate control AI function. They are very good at their jobs, so you just need the data. Always the data. They like to help. They never ask why.
You can appreciate that.
Keep reading
Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd; Tim Drake & Dick Grayson; Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake; Jason Todd; Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Sibling Bonding; Ghost Jason Todd; Tim Drake is Robin; Jason Todd is Red Hood; Tim Drake is Red Robin; Dead Jason Todd; Batfamily (DCU); Batfam Halloween; Fluff and Angst Language:Português brasileiro
Summary: Tim sempre conversou com a cúpula onde ficava o uniforme de Robin de Jason, Bruce e os outros acham que era apenas unilateral. Tim é grato por Jason não se lembrar de quando ele era um fantasma, até que ele se lembra.
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Fanart que eu fiz para essa maravilhosa fic!!!!
Hey, Hey, Hey!
To everyone who’s following my ongoing fanfic The Hunt, Chapter 9: Memories in the Moonlight is posted!
Thank you to @th-luckystar for this chapter’s fanart! Come read the new chapter people!
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne; Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson
Characters: Dick Grayson; Jason Todd; Cassandra Cain; Stephanie Brown; Tim Drake; Duke Thomas; Barbara Gordon; Bruce Wayne; Alfred Pennyworth; Damian Wayne
Additional Tags: Fluff; Batfam Halloween Week; Sibling Bonding; Batfamily (DCU; )Good Older Sibling Dick Grayson; Batfam Halloween
Language:Português brasileiro
Summary: Dick está decidido a fazer Damian aproveitar seu Halloween como qualquer criança da idade dele devia, coisa que nenhum dos outros irmãos havia conseguido por conta de como Gotham ficava durante esse dia.
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The Hunt - Status Update!
Upcoming in Chapter 17…
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“Power always finds power. When a power exists it can either stay dormant or it can develop if the person is aware and works with it. But when another power comes closer, it will pull even the most dormant one to the surface, and initiate the growing whether the vessels wish for it or not.”
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Hey, Hey, Hey!!! How is everyone doing?
I’m still sorry that I didn’t post a new chapter last sunday, so I’ve been thinking about a way to keep the readers informed about the status on my writing in the story, at least for you guys to know I didn’t abandon it!
So I thought… how about a few non-spoiler passages once or twice? If only to spike some curiosity! Did you liked it?
The Hunt - Chapter 17 is in the making! Thank you for the 85 subscribers in the story! I love you all!
HEY HEY HEY!!! Hello people!
My sister @th-luckystar did our Squad IV Sentinels and I am screaming!
So this is what’s going to happen… I’ll post them one by one separately before rebloging this post to have them all together as well! We really hope you guys like it, it’s so cute!
Don’t know what I am talking about? Well, go see my BokuAka fanfic on Ao3, The Hunt!
HEY HEY HEY!!! He is the protagonist of the world, so he comes first!
Here is our everyday darling, Bokuto Koutarou! Level 5 Sentinel with the biggest heart ever!
Art by @th-luckystar for The Hunt.
We do not own the original characters from Haikyuu and this is an alternative fictional universe. Reblogs are much apreciated!
growing pains
chapter 3: thirteen // fourteen
rating: mature
chapter: 3/10
chapter word count: 8.9k
total word count (so far): 26.6k
chapter preview:
“Hey Mickey?”
“What?”
“Happy birthday.”
read chapter 3 or start from the beginning on ao3 ☀️
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ELECTROMAGNETIC | watt.
❝ and if you don’t love me now, you will never love me again... ❞
NOTHING STRANGE EVER HAPPENS IN HAWKINS, INDIANA.
That’s what residents of the sleepy town have been telling themselves for years. They take pride in the plainness of their town, in their perfect rows of cul-de-sacs and idealistic families and the knowledge that their quiet little town is the ideal place to settle down.
But when a local boy goes missing and leaves nothing behind but the sound of static crackling through the air, it becomes clear that hidden behind the bright smiles and book clubs are countless dark secrets.
Will Byers' disappearance is the beginning note in a rising crescendo, an echoing tune that brings the town's hidden mysteries to the surface. Now numerous locals find themselves on a manhunt not just for a lost boy, but for the vicious monsters loose in their town, both mortal and supernatural alike.
Accept some pervetiness, how about a needy and lonely reader who never got a partner (and maybe is sexually frustrated), well then the reader solved that by buying a sex robot just for her (of course the robot is not just for that).. What if this robot became aware and became yandere by the reader?? Perhaps the way she treated them as his partner and companion rather than an object for his own benefit what would happen??
A/N: Wasn't sure how I should do this at first because there was quite a bit of liberty but I just went with the first idea in mind. Btw I am a w f u l at writing smut right now so please bear with me. but, it is out of my comfort zone which is good. Thank you for this idea anon!!
M! Robot X F! Reader
TW: Yandere themes, smut, SMUT, AI/robot fucking, implied future sexual relations, possessive behavior.
Word Count: 2200+
WARNING!!! SMUT AHEAD!!! Read at your own discretion.
"Are you...uh... comfortable?"
You looked down, avoiding eye contact. The being below you didn't move, merely staring you down with cold, blue eyes.
"Yes."
He spoke monotonously, watching you adjust yourself. You straddled his waist, squeezing your thighs around his slender hips. You were grateful that the model you ordered had flesh-like skin. The softness was far more realistic and comfortable compared to its hard internal structure.
"Would you like to start?" He asked, face never changing. You shifted once more, getting into a comfortable spot. You had done this several times before, why were you so nervous? Perhaps the fear of being intimate with something alive was still present.
You tried not to sound too eager, feeling your core pulse at the sensation of the AI beneath you.
"...yes."
You took a moment, running a hand through your hair and surveying your surroundings. You just finished cleaning up the kitchen after coming home from work, and now you just wanted to destress. Your AI, the one comfortably sitting beneath you, had offered to do the chores, but you decided against it. He had tried several times to fulfill his duties, but you insisted on cleaning your own mess. After all, the only mess he ever created was a jumble of wires when you needed to charge him now and again. Ah, there you went, calling it a 'he' again. Everyone you knew called you weird for referring to the robot as he rather than 'it,' considering its lack of consciousness, but you felt better seeing him as a normal person. After all, he looked like one.
'He' was named Calim. Your personal robot that could be used for anything and everything. You decided on the name because It was merely the first one that popped into your mind when he asked you what you'd like to call him. And though he was created to be the 'perfect spouse'-- one that does constant cleaning and romantic gestures-- all you really wanted him for was the comfort. The feeling of someone lying next to you, or just being there for you to get out the sexual frustration you've had for the past several years.
Granted, you bought Calim out of sexual impulse. It just sounded nice, the way the ad described it to you. Someone who could be used for anything, and you didn't have to deal with the struggle of the heartbreak that came with real people. Calim was fully customizable, down to the cup of his ass.
"Alright…" you breathe deeply, taking off your shirt and sliding down your loose shorts.
Calim watched you, his analytical and calm eyes never wavering. He was boyish, but effeminately so. Kind but strong. You made him look so on purpose; it would be too off-putting if you chose to have him be the harsh, arrogantly manly type. It was far better to have him work in the ways you wanted, rather than vice versa.
The AI wasn't a real person, but you tried to treat him as such. You didn't want to become one of those people who solely used their robots for sexual release or something to beat around. He might've only been made up of silicone and wires but he was the closest thing to a boyfriend you've ever had.
What was left between you and Calim, was your underwear and his sweatpants. He watched as you slid down his pants, slowly but surely. Your fingertips lingered on his skin, seeing the grey metallic of his endoskeleton through translucent skin as soft as your own.
Calims chest rose and fell, giving the illusion of breathing. The fact that he looked so human, even feeling warm somehow, made the tingling sensation between your legs grow. It was like heat, spreading and begging you to move faster.
Finally, the cloth covering his legs was removed. You stared, seeing him lay firmly on the sheets, bare crotch exposed. You felt heat rise to your face as Calim intently watched, waiting for you to touch him.
You grabbed his member so delicately and firmly, that it stayed in place as you began to run your hand up and down. His cock was soft and veiny, the perfect curves showing in how you touched him.
With a quick pump of your fist, Calim’s exposed groin secreted a liquid from his shaft and tip, the lubrication slickening your fingers. you could feel your heart beat faster just looking at it. You removed your underwear, slowly pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor. Calim put a hand up to your exposed hip, cold fingers making you shiver. You looked at him, confused.
“I.. apologize.” He paused, eyes going wide for a moment, only to return back to their natural state. “I don’t know what came over me. Please, continue.”
“No no,” You waved your hand, feeling embarrassed; he had never tried to touch you during a 'session' without your permission before. “It’s okay, I understand. Do you… want me to stop?”
“No, I don’t require such things. I am in perfect condition to handle your sexual requests.”
Calim spoke calmly, nearly robotically, but you noticed the slight difference. You had only had the bot for a few weeks, but you could tell something was wrong. You didn't question it, too overcome with desire to stop the process.
You felt yourself grow aroused, slick covering your sex in preparation. You put a hand to your crotch, feeling the bare and wetness of it. Calim watched, his own slick beginning to grow even more. Gripping his hips, you spread your legs further. You aligned your sex with his and lowered slowly as the tip of him entered you. Your eyes widened, but you didn't stop. You felt yourself stretch to accommodate his girth. Taking the rest of him in quickly, you grunted as you felt Calim twitch inside you. You felt so full, far different from the last few times you had used him to get you off.
"Calim..." You breathed out his name, feeling your arousal stronger than ever.
"Yes?" His voice was bland, but he stared at you with something you couldn't detect. At first, you suspected maybe arousal, but that couldn't be possible, right? It must be, pain. Or something of the sort that robots could feel.
Calim grabbed your hip again, steadying you. You didn't pay attention though, you couldn't.
"Oh geeze, are you, are you okay?" You spoke hurriedly trying to stop yourself from grinding against his cock.
"I'm perfectly fine. Just... keep going. Let me fulfill your request, master."
You did as he asked, though with hesitation. You had programmed the bot to not call you master, anymore. Only your name. And the gripping fingers which now held both of your hips was something particularly unusual. But you spurred on, thrusting forward. You began softly, testing the waters and feeling the sensation of your pleasure. You thrusted again, harder this time. Moaning unintentionally you began to move at a steady pace. You ended up having to cover your mouth with your wrist you tried to stop yourself from making more noises. The embarrassment was too much, especially if your neighbors ended up hearing you. They knew you had no spouse. Well, no human one.
You flattened your palm against Calim's stomach, grabbing him for support as you molded him to pleasure you. You thrust once more, long and slow as your head dipped back. It hit just the right spot, his cock rubbing just onto the perfect areas. You felt your knees grow weak on the bed, the robot's comfortable position far more desirable. But the pleasure was worth the aching in your thighs as you rode him.
Your pleasure increased tenfold once Calim started moving as well. Though, so did confusion. His grab of your hips helped steady you, which you thought may just be an analytical decision. But the way his hips rocked upwards to get deeper inside you, was far different. His expression as well, the clenched teeth and furrowed eyebrows, was not his usual stoic look.
"Are you.."
"Don't stop." Calim stared you down, a strange glint in his eyes. It seemed like he was.. enjoying this. He had never had such a look in his eyes. It was usually one of blandness, though you didn't much pay attention to that part, because it reminded you of how he wasn't real. But this, this was different.
Though you were worried, because this was far from normal, it also aroused you further. You had never programmed him to show arousal, even though it was an option. The bots always looked fake when they were in 'aroused' mode. So you didn't bother. But this, it was enough to make you want to cum.
Calim continued to thrust along with you, slowly but at a much deeper rate. He noticed how you began to moan far more frequently when he brought you closer to him, shoving himself inside you further. Hip to hip, you felt yourself get closer to the end, moving faster against Calim as he started matching your pace. Your breathing and sounds of pleasure got louder, unable to stop yourself as Calim released his own set of low noises. You tightened around him, hearing the robot gasp at the sensation around his sex. His fingers dug into your flesh, the strong and heavy limbs forcing you farther onto his cock.
Your high was nearly there, and Calim sensed it. He wrapped his arms around your back, making your chest fall forward. His face was right next to yours, but you couldn't stop. Calim made sure of that, continuing to guide his hips up against yours, letting you reach your orgasm. Your hands tangled into his hair as he guided you, placing your other hand onto the sheets. You forced your face against his chest, moaning as your orgasm reached its peak. Calim helped you ride it out, holding your thighs and allowing his cock to reach the deepest pits inside of you. You came onto him, beginning to slow your thrusting as your sweet spot gently pulsed. Calim was still grinding inside of you, slowing as you went limp on top of him.
He let you sit there for a moment, removing his hands from your thighs to touch your back. His hands glided against your skin like it was the first time touching it. You were too busy trying to come down from the intense high to notice.
"Master..." He sighed, lifting you up slightly, only to remove his member buried deep inside you. It came out with a sweetly wet noise, his cock throbbing and drenched in slick. Calim guided your hips back down, resting you on top of him.
"Calim," You huffed out of breath. "Why... are you calling me that? And why did you move?"
Calim paused for a moment, moving his hand up to touch your hair.
"You are the one to own me. I was only moving to accommodate you."
His monotonous voice was back again, but you caught his bluff.
"No.. that's not true.. How are you-- how are you lying?" You tried to tiredly regain your posture, but Calim forced you back down.
"You caught me," He gave a small smile looking at you as you propped yourself up to face him. "But I can't tell you. All I know, is that you're my master. And you feel... wonderful."
You tried to move away again, but Calim wrapped his arms around you, rolling you onto your side.
"I'm not letting you go."
You frowned, eyes growing full of worry. Your hands lazily struggled from his.
"You wanted me just a second ago.." He reasoned, watching your naked body clam up as you tried to cover yourself. Something clearly wasn't right.
"Calim, deactivate."
"No."
You stopped struggling, staring in shock.
"....What? Calim, deactivate now." You grew frustrated, searching for your clothes as Calim stared you down.
"No." He repeated, this time with the same monotonous voice you remembered from before.
"Really master, I thought you would've realized by now. What happened to you treating me so kindly?"
Calim reached for your wrists and grabbed you with an iron hold.
"Calim deactivate! Why are you acting like this?!"
You struggled some more, feeling Calim's chest connect with your own as he laid on top of you and pinned you down.
"Because, I love you." He stared deeply, eyes no longer glazed over. They were full of life now, moving sporadically.
"How can you love me?! Calim you--"
"I love you, I can finally say it." He moved down to your neck and teased you with his teeth. "My program wouldn't let me before, but once you started grinding on top of me, something just came over me. And now look... I can, feel you."
He kissed your skin, fake breath dampening your neck.
"It's real easy to overpower something when you're so aroused, you didn't even notice me playing with these." Calim grabbed your breast, rubbing a cold thumb over your nipple. Your breath hitched as you jerked involuntarily at the tickly sensation.
"Don't you see.... I'm like a person to you, aren't I? So sweet of you... I knew you were better, better than those awful people who made me..."
Calim shoved a finger in your mouth, making you stay quiet. He played with your tongue as you tried to bite him. The mechanical orbs gleered at you, the perfect features of his face staring you down.
"Say... why don't we stay in bed a little longer, let me take care of the rest of your requests, yes? Maybe I can have some fun, too."
Could you do Orc Tribal Leader X Reader on your wedding night?
A/N: I SWEAR I'm literally just writing the same stuff over again b/c I had a story just like this, but you know what I never get tired of it because its like a top fantasy bro. Hope this one was better than that version at least
Content warnings: Forced Marriage, kidnapping, attempted escapes, nonconsensual touching, infantilization of reader
Synopsis: Your village, destroyed and burned. Your life picks up somewhere you would never have imagined. Maybe, death is a better option than being an orc’s spouse.
Word Count: Approx. 2600
The autumn solstice was a bountiful, beholden time of year. From the greeneries of cabbage and the fowls hatched in summer now fully grown, there was much to be harvested and ripened for the taking. Your town was boisterous, full of life with a variety of competitors and businesses attempting to lurch at any tourist’s or local’s wallet to get them to buy countless crops, meat, and woven goods.
Your tiny tea shop, suffering from last July’s drought, was finally starting to perk up with re-growth. Black tea, jasmine, bergamot, even hybrid blends like crushed raspberry and chamomile-- you could assemble enough to raise prices, label the small reaping as an imported foreign good luck charm that when drunken, blessed women with marriage prospects and men with wealth.
That was, before however, you became bound and gagged to a chair, pleasantries being exchanged around you in a language harsh in your ears. The fires... You remember them well, the putrid stench of charred meat from the butcher next door, his body even more ablaze. Your jade boxes of fine silk bags meant for holding gifts of tea, becoming laden with ash and dust. Every scrap of money you saved up under the floorboards disappearing into floating particles and melted coins.
“Brutes,” Your uncle called them, “deranged beasts with only two things in mind: bloodlust and greed.”
Orcs were not well-received in a conservative, fearful town of humans. Even the elves, seen as symbols of beauty in mortal standards, were causes of paranoia and irritation whenever they made their rounds nearby.
It was no wonder that the lines of tusked, olive-fleshed creatures in animal skin were spotted, the guards of your small city went on a rampage. Bows and arrows were no match for iron bones and teeth of steel.
You, were no match for anything wider than a tree trunk. So when fire caught to your village, your home now rampaged for its finest ‘offerings’ to the orcs, you were left to be eaten by the licking flames. And yet, was it a blessing or a curse that one of the warriors decided to haul you on his back, doting on how “nicely you’ll do” as a wedding gift. You didn’t realize that the gift was to be part of the ceremony yourself.
With smoke in your lungs and your eyes blurred by dirt and ash, you watched the ceiling cave in on your tiny tea-filled shack, bright orange and red dancing from behind the window panes as you drifted away.
Daraktan is spoken all around you, harshly and with flicking tongues. You can hear snippets of English, wondering what’s going on behind the black veil covering your head. You don’t dare remove it, recalling what the orc woman, supposedly your now husband’s ‘mother’ telling you in your native tongue.
“Touch this, and you will surely die. My alfhild will remove it, when it is time.”
And so, you wait. Digging your fingernails into your palms, crying quietly in heavy furs and leather, the occasional hand coming to pull your shaky one to their mouths, kissing the tip of your index finger.
“Aka’magosh..” They mumble to you, seemingly more at the body to your right.
The calloused hand of someone much larger than you, whom you have assumed is your husband from his constant appearance nearby, occasionally comes to grace your back, to rest a hand on the top of your head, to smoothen your veil or the soft fur shawl on your legs.
His hearty laugh hurts your ears, the jingles of the metal jewelry he adorns constantly making noise as he shifts.
“Please..” You whisper, praying, to whoever may be listening. Why you? Why, out of all the fair, eligible humans of your town, were you picked out from the rubble to be “saved”? To be married to a faceless orcish man, who would surely break you in half before morning?
The bitter cold of coming winter brushes against your legs. You can feel that you’re not inside wooden walls, and yet unnatural lighting seems to shine through your veil at times.
“Omulork, I think I will take my… wedding gift, to be with in solitude.”
Loud, deep laughs fill the room, the guttural voices of female orcs being swallowed up by uncountable numbers of warriors surrounding you. Your body shivered as a gust of wind blew in, the autumn breeze barely being kept at bay from where you sat.
“Enjoy the festivities, shedzvagas!”
His unique husk leaves everyone in the room to cheer in their orcish language, tough and painful pats coming to your back, the festive shakes to your shoulder nearly making you topple.
That same heated, abrasive hand comes to grab your roped wrists, lurching you firmly, yet gently from your place on the ground. Panic started to fill your stomach as it rose to your chest, the warm aura of an orc next to you radiating to heat you from the chilly weather outside.
Now. It was now or never. You didn’t want to think anymore what he would do to you when you were alone, when you had no one to cry to for help.
Your feet moved before the thought finished crossing your mind. Your hands shook as you stumbled in a sprint forward. You passed thick bodies as you ran blindly, making it a mere five steps before a pair of meaty hands grabbed you by the hips.
“A feisty one, Gar’mak!” The sounds of the orc woman who forced you into your wedding attire spoke up, a drunken laugh leaving her plump lips. “Alfhild, better not leave it out of your sight.”
You hated how clear the English they used was to your ears, how human they all sounded, how when they spoke in your native tongue-- it was meant for your ears. She wanted you to know, to let the fear soak into your chattering teeth.
The orc keeping you captive merely laughed, tossing your weightless body to his shoulder just like he had done when pulling you from the cobble of what was left of your tea shop.
You screamed, biting down on what you could reach from under your veil. But the salty, thick flesh from beneath you was aloof, offering no reaction as a double pat was brought to your buttocks.
“Now now, Djenifor, don’t fuss.” Gar’mak mused, each step he took forward making your body thump against his. He held a tight grip on you, not caring for the scratches you layered his back with. “I won’t try to hurt you… I will keep you safe, try my best to keep your fragile body in one piece.”
The coldening night air was a drastic change to the room of heavy body heat and weighty movement where the wedding ritual and festivities were held. Now, it was quiet. You could hear the loud chattering begin to drift, songs and chants rising again as they once had when you were unceremoniously married to your new ‘husband.’
Gar’mak patted your butt again, moving down to rub at the back of your thigh with a gentle, firm rhythm. He seemed to hum to himself, satisfied with the nights events. Scored himself a spouse and the treasured belongings of a human town.
He must be pretty proud of himself, you seethed.
The tears were beginning to sting the corners of your eyes, frantically scratching at the orcs back when you felt the warmth of an enclosed area meet your skin.
“No, no--” You began to kick, trying to shove off the arm holding you steady on the orcs’ shoulder.
“Settle down now--” Gar’mak ordered softly, putting you down on the fuzzy ground. You managed to hit his face, the hard scrape of tusks scratching your hand as a firm nose nearly cracked your knuckles.
The orc went silent. Quiet in rage, he rips your veil away with a grip hard enough to tear hair out if he so desired.
Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the dimly lit tent, lanterns glowing at the corners as the mass of a creature leers over you. You forgot just how… big, orcs were. From afar they looked small, bigger than a human, but no threat due to distance. But now… he was above you, twice your height, twice your size, twice if not thrice everything. His palm the size of your skull, his eyes gleaming and looking over your body, weak with exhaustion and fright.
Small, intentional scars were placed under his auburn eyes, some kind of tribe symbol you were sure. Thick eyebrows furrowed at the way tears decorated your cheeks, the exhales from his flat nose blowing hot breath on your chest.
“Please, I, I can’t, I don’t belong--” You fumble over yourself, trying to slide back on the floor of soft wolf and caribou furs.
“Shh, shh now,” The orc puts a hand to your ankle, an action that jerks you to a stop. “I won’t hurt you, lebam…”
You sincerely doubt that, but the sentiment sounds genuine from his broken, baritone voice.
“What’s your name?” He asks, pulling slowly with immeasurable strength at your leg. You slide towards him with little strain, even with your muscles going rigid for you to stand your place, your fingernails digging into the ground beneath you.
You shake out your name, reluctant to give it.
“Ah. What a human name; a scared wee human, aren’t you?”
You don’t dare to respond, waiting for the sound of your snapping ankle.
“They call me Gar’mak, though that may be too difficult for simple human brains. Mak is fine, little Djenifor…”
You don’t want to call him anything, to refer to him at all-- yet, he looks keen to hear you say it. There’s an expectation in his eyes, a flick of his giant tongue against his lips.
“Mak..” You mumble, trying not to gag.
“Yes…” The orc’s hand frees your leg, caressing up to your cheek as he wipes away a forgotten wet stream of tears.
“Please, just let me go--” You beg under your breath, scared of the way he seems to be eyeing your knees, your frail neck, your round ears.
“You know that’s not going to happen,” He doesn’t seem angry at you for asking, just… Sorry. “We are bound forever now; even the gods couldn’t tear us apart. Wherever you go, I will find you. Whenever I leave, you will feel me gone. By sunrise tomorrow your scars will be given, and you will become one of us.”
The panic begins to settle once again in your stomach. Maybe, tonight, yes-- tonight, if you could escape. You could-- just maybe you could find a way, past their all-seeing eyes, their all-hearing ears, escape to the mountains they took to get you here.
“But can’t you change it back?” Your voice cracks, expression twisting into an ugly cry as you feel thick fingers dig into your hair. “Just, we can go back-- just let me be…”
You sob for what feels like too long, hours maybe, Gar’mak’s eyes never leaving you as he pulls you to his thigh. He brings a cotton blanket to your legs as he shushes you, the tenderness of his eyes a foreign sight compared to the façade he forced you to endure during the night's festivities.
When your cries had turned to miserable, quiet sniffles, a muscled knuckle finds its way under your chin. He turns your head to look at him, eyes red and droopy as you try to think of any method of escape.
“You’ll learn to like it here, human.” Gar’mak thinks for a moment, caressing your leg with a single finger.
“We are far more civilized than your kind-- far more… Fair. You’ll be treated well. The spouses of warriors do not go unfed, unbathed. Unloved, most of all. You will be cherished; I will cherish you, as long as you let me.”
The orc grips your jaw in his hand, firm enough to where his fingers made dimples in your cheeks, but softly to where you felt like a mouse in someone’s closing palm. A kiss was planted to your temple, your body pushed deep against your husband’s as he holds you close enough to suffocate. You wait for him to choke life from you, and yet it never comes. He is harsh with his touches, but not harsh enough to hurt.
“Please, let's finish tonight how it was meant to go, hm? Let me hold you…” He murmurs, all soft and lamblike into your ear. It sends shivers down to your soles, hot breath layering your neck as he looks at your lips with such intensity.
You fear saying no, but the word rises up to your throat.
It doesn’t make it out in time. Lips engulf yours, the stiff coldness of bone-colored tusks brushing against your face as Gar’mak holds you tight. Just one kiss is enough to make his demeanor act up.
Your unassuming, comfort-driven spot on his lap is altered swiftly. You find yourself straddling the orcs’ waist, a hand pressed against the back of your head as your tied hands remain useless against his chest.
You don’t know whether to speak, to scream, to bite at his lips-- but you remain flexile, afraid of the rough hand holding your skull so tenderly, the other gripping your thigh to wrap around his flank. You’re like a resistant doll, licked lips becoming tender as the orc pushes against you with such tenacity.
You see his eyes open, staring into your wide, unblinking ones. They seem to communicate more than just lust-- its desire, desire for your reciprocation.
Gar’mak waits… he kisses you, eyes narrowed on standby for your submission. They’re hazy and make you wonder if this is enough to make him release his brutish side, the part that showed no mercy for your neighbors or your home. What would happen, if you broke away or dared to claw at him?
That thought doesn’t stay for long, not when the tough hand on the back of your head moves to your neck, squeezing just enough to bruise.
You wince, lips pursing in reaction just in time for his next tongued assault.
That slight opening of your mouth, the press of your lips against his, is all he needed. You find yourself twisted beneath his body as you’re brought to lay on the furry floor, the orc lying above you.
“That’s right, I’ll be soft Djenifor… just do as I command, keep smelling so sweetly for me.”
Scars litter his shoulders and collarbone, metal necklaces and piercings dangling on his olive-green, lightly haired chest as you fear how much it would take for him to crush you.
He’s so quiet, letting go of your mouth as the orc’s curled tongue licks a slow, wet stripe down your jaw. His hands grab your thighs to wrap your legs around him, intent on keeping you steady and so close you practically breathe the same air.
Before he leans to kiss you feverishly again, the orc brushes your cheek with his knuckles, petting down the amalgamated fabrics you wear to commemorate your wedding.
“You’re so lucky I found you first, that I had saved you from that rubble without layering an extra scratch; my brethren would not be so kind.”
He kisses your cheek, a soft, hungry grin playing on his plumped and tusked lips. “So stay pliant like this for me, wee human, and you won’t feel any pain.”
You lay rigidly, squeezing your eyes shut as a tender, all-consuming kiss eats you up, preparing you for the night’s affairs.
just imagining Tommy fucking you hard but lovingly in bed <3
“Mm-mmm..” Thomas groans as he slips his cock in and out of your tight hole. Your sweet whimpers and choked-out groans made his mind fog up, and the only thing that came through was his intense need to make his dick feel good and his need to breed his pretty little doll. “Tommy, y-you’re so big. You’re filling me up so good honey, oh that's perfect.” You moan out with little pauses between each of his rough thrusts. Your praise snapped him out of his daze for a minute, and he bent his head down to kiss you sloppily on your mouth. Your hands went directly to his sweat-damp hair and held his face close to yours. His warm breaths fanned your face and his forehead bumped yours with every uneven pounding he gave your pussy. “Right there Tommy, right there!” you squealed, turning his thrusts from rough, to painfully strong. You pull his lips down to meet yours and when his tongue brushes your bottom lip, you finally unravel into a pliant body for Thomas to use as your orgasm overtakes you. The feeling of your cunt contracting against his hard cock made his hips stutter and legs shake at the feeling of his peak approaching. With a couple of sloppy thrusts, Thomas filled your warmth to the brim with his cum, and all you could hear were his beautiful whimpers and gasps. You massaged your fingers into his scalp while his cock uncontrollably twitched and pulsed in your core. After catching your breaths, Thomas lay down next to you, a hand on your tummy and his head on your breasts. His warm palm circled your stomach, and he looked up at you with a thankful gaze. “No, thank you Tommy.” you giggled out before he took you into his arms, and held you until you both fell asleep.
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I'm not sure if you are familiar with the "mating press" position, but the little horny voice inside my head says that Tommy would absolutely love it. Just imagine reader having her legs on his shoulders while he pins her down to the bed because he needed to let off steam. Of course, this is completely consensual! Reader is willingly helping her husband out like the sweet housewife she is <3 Would you be up to write something like that? Sorry for being so disgustingly horny about him... (´-﹏-`；)
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Mating press with Tommy <3
Warnings: unprotected sex, SIZE KINK OML (I'm sorry I couldn't help myself) pnv, afab reader, he cums inside because he's a loving husband, overall just porn with a little plot
It was a sunny day, the warm Texan breeze on your shoulders as you washed dishes from breakfast. A hefty pile of dishes, Tommy was not a small man to feed. As the warm water eroded the bacon grease from your castiron, you heard some stomping from the yard. You smile, you can imagine how he was looking at that very moment; his mask covering half of his sweaty face, hair stuck to his forehead, shoulders wide and casting a big shadow over whatever he was blocking. His tall frame was delicious, his arms, his hands that held the majority of your torso already made you hot on the back of your neck.
Lost in a trance of your thoughts, you feel the warm water over your hands' sudden absence. You don't need to turn your head to identify the reason. You can already hear his little huffs behind his mask and his big meaty hands pawing at your hips.
“I missed you, Tommy.” You turn and raise your arms to place your hands on his broad chest. His fingers fidget with the red trim of your sundress, one of his favorites. “You like my dress honey? I like this one too, I wear it to ensure you stay grateful for this pretty little wife you got.” You giggle and cover his hands with your own, but only manage to shade a finger or two.
“I made you pie again Tommy, peach crumble! It's right on the counter. Lemme cut you a slice.” You smile warmly before turning to walk to the countertop to your right, but you don't manage. Tommys' hands are glued to your hips, keeping you grounded like a statue on the floor. “You don't want pie, baby?” You ask, sweetly of course. You knew Tommy wasn’t focused on your pie right now, you knew from the second you heard his feet shuffling outside that he had some steam he needed to release, and you’d be damned before you said you didn't want him to take it out on you.
You look up at his lust-filled eyes and reach to untie his sweaty mask. You didn't like that he always felt he had to cover himself up, but you understood it brought more comfort to his everyday life. As the mask fell, you could hear his shaky breaths practically calling for you. You got up on your tiptoes and pursed your lips, so he reciprocated, bending his head downward and capturing you in a warm, desperate kiss.
His hands on your hips lifted your body off of the ground, unconsciously, making your face line up with his. You wrap your legs around his waist, not making it all the way, but you were stable as his hands moved down to cup your ass. You whimper into his mouth, grinding your little hips against his big tummy, and running your fingers through his messy hair.
He lets out a single huff before turning on his heels and taking you to the bedroom. After storming through the doorway, he tosses your body onto your’ neatly made bed and begins to undress. You take his cue and do the same, unzipping your flowy dress and slipping off your white panties. Leaning back in your bed, you take in Tommys' body, how the veins in his hands bulge as he unbuttons his shirt, and how tight his pants look on his thick thighs.
Once he's fully bare, he slowly stalks around the bed, looking you up and down like a piece of meat he’s longing to devour. Suddenly, he yanks you down by the ankles, making you lay flat on the bed. He pushes himself to his knees at the end of the bed, settled between your now parted legs. He shuffles forward a bit, then pulls you by the knees until your legs wrap around his hips.
He bends forward, towering over your frame. He takes your legs and pulls your feet over each one of his shoulders. Your thighs are pressed to your stomach as he settles an arm on both sides of your head. His hair falls around your face, and you reach up to kiss his pretty pink lips. You feel his girth slipping over your slit, and you reach your hand down to press his throbbing cock to your little bud. He groans at the touch of your hand and you begin to rock your hips back and forth, covering his length with your slick.
Not long after, he begins to rock his hips against yours in tandem. His forehead touches yours and you can feel his warm breaths covering your face. On one of his slower thrusts, the tip of his cock caught on the rim of your hole, making you take a sharp breath in. Tommy looks at you to make sure you’re okay, then slowly slides his fat member into you without warning.
“Tommy! Jesus, baby slow down.” You whimper out. The intrusion makes your lips quiver and hands grip the sheets, so he takes your arms in one of his hands and moves them to wrap around his neck, immediately latching onto his hair. As he settles his hefty body on top of yours, his tummy pressing down tightly on yours, he pushes even further forward, trying to get as deep as possible.
Your moans turn into choked-out groans as he slowly pounds into you. Your toes curling and heels digging into his damp back. He lets out deep groans and uses his hand to wipe hair from your face. He cups your cheek and kisses you, a distraction from the ache of your stretched hole, struggling to accept his large cock.
His thrusts pick up in pace, and he buries his face into your neck. His hands slide down to grip your hips, and he maneuvers your body to slam down on his cock in time with his thrusts. In a state of complete cock-drunk bliss, you struggle to let out a whine as you feel your peak approaching. Rolling your eyes back, you grip his hair between your fingers and give it a little tug, before feeling the warmth of your orgasm explode through your body in ripples of pleasure.
Your back arches and your legs shake, the feeling of your pussy clenching over his length makes him whimper, and his thrusts become fast and shallow. You whine at the feeling of him abusing your overstimulated warmth, and Tommy leans down to bury his face in your breasts and grips your hips almost bruisingly in his hands, quickly reaching his orgasm himself.
He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you as close to him as possible before letting out one more deep thrust and filling you to the brim with his seed. He groans and flips over on his back, taking you with him. You lay over his body, feeling his cock softening inside you as his spend drips out. You both catch your breath and relax, his hands rubbing gently over your back.
You close your eyes and let the cool air of night take you both to sleep.
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Sanity, why must you make a fool of me?
1.9k words | Teen
relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker
summary: Waking up to the comfort of an old friend, Obi-Wan’s sanity is tested as he begins to realise that reality isn’t what it seems.
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"Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan slowly drifted into awareness, distantly hearing a familiar voice calling his name.
"Obi-Wan?" the voice called out again, sounding closer this time. He could feel a hand on his shoulder now, lightly shaking him as his consciousness continued to emerge from the depths of sleep.
"Wake up, Obi-Wan."
Trying to blink the fogginess from his mind, Obi-Wan sluggishly managed to pry open his eyes, though it took several moments for his vision to adjust from a disorienting blur of light until he registered the image of a familiar face staring down at him.
"An'kin?" he murmured after a few beats, furrowing his brows at the man above him as his mind continued to break through the haze of slumber.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Anakin replied, smiling down at him with a lopsided grin.
Obi-Wan silently stared up at Anakin with a quizzical gaze, his mind still feeling awfully muddled from sleep. He couldn't quite tell what it was, but something about this felt rather strange. Though he wasn't certain why.
"I'm making tea," Anakin said after a moment, swapping his teasing grin for a soft smile. "Would you like some, Master?"
After another hanging moment, Obi-Wan nodded in reply. Yes, he thought. Tea sounded good. Plus maybe it would help clear up his mind.
"Great," Anakin replied, lightly patting Obi-Wan's shoulder before standing up, moving away, crossing to the other side of the room.
No, not room, Obi-Wan realised—the cave.
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