#relentless-boredom

[moonkeeperbaji]

Have I told you lately just how much I love you, my friend?

[shortythescreen]

I am officially subscribed to Darkspark now. May I request how their first date was like? Like who asked first, what did they do, did they go any further? Sorry, I suck at promts 😞

honestly, i haven’t really done a lot of shippy stuff bc i’m not a huge shipper BUT! i love YOU so much that i can definitely talk about darksparks!!! 

Darksparks First Date Headcanons: 

- Wraith gay-panicked about asking Wattson out for literal days before she even attempted it the first time. And I say attempt because the second she opened her mouth, someone else started talking, and she lost the courage. 

- After a few more disaster attempts to just ask Natalie out, including but not limited to a hand written note picked up by Octane, using Artur in a way Bloodhound did not approve of, and lastly trying to get Pathfinder to ask for her, Natalie approaches Wraith. Giggling, she asks her if she would like to go on a ‘cute little date with her’. 

- They actually decide on where to go together! Wraith is up for anything but she would like to go somewhere with good food, and Wattson likes to go look at things. In the end, they decide on going to a planetarium first and a little cafe afterwards. 

- Natalie calls ahead and makes sure the cafe they’re going to has vegetarian options, knowing that Wraith doesn’t eat meat. 

- The planetarium is super exciting and mostly consists of Wraith listening to Natalie explain things about the different planets in their solar system. 

- Occasionally, Wraith will chime in with her opinion on a constellation, or the story behind one. She thinks that Orion’s Belt seems kind of silly, and maybe they could connect it to others to make it Wattson’s Pylon. 

- Wraith is very skittish when it comes to touch. She wants to touch Natalie, though, wants her to understand just how much she likes her. So while Natalie is chattering about gas giants, Wraith reaches out and places her hand on Natalie’s lower back. 

- Natalie doesn’t point out, doesn’t want to scare Wraith off, but she’s very pleased about it and starts doing this pleased little hum as they make their way around the planetarium. 

- Afterwards, they go to that little vegetarian cafe, and Wraith gets Natalie to try a vegan brownie. Natalie is apprehensive -- she loves milk! But she’s pleasantly surprised when she takes a bite. 

- “It is made of almond milk, oui?” “Yeah.” “You could say it’s almost milk. Get it! Almost! Almond!”

- Natalie then buys herself and Wraith several vegan brownies and, after a little back and forth, lets Wraith pay for their drinks. Natalie gets a strawberry-banana smoothie and Wraith gets a frappucino with almond milk and chocolate sauce. 

- They chat about everything -- the planetarium, of course, but the games as well, the things that keep them up at night, the things they want to do. 

- “I would love to go off planet one day. I’ve never been anywhere but World’s Edge and King’s Canyon!” “I’ll take you.” 

- They walk home instead of calling for a cab and at the very end, Wattson asks Wraith if she can kiss her. Wraith isn’t quite comfortable with a kiss on the lips, but she offers her her cheek, and Natalie squeals, taking the peck eagerly. 

[shortythescreen]

 'I want you , all of you. I want to feel you inside me , deep inside me. I want you to tell me you’re going to cum , hear you moan my name and fuck me harder' -- this is incredible sweet! This one with Revenant, since Rev coming undone is the most beautiful thing in the world, pretty please? ❤

Note(s): NSFT/18+ under the read more. AFAB reader, Rev with a cock attachment. Apparently he’s the only one I can write actual smut for lol 

Though he seems like a mystery, Revenant is very easy to read. When you get past that hard, outer shell that he uses to protect himself, to make sure no one can even lie to him or ruin his life again, he’s... needy. 

He follows you everywhere, even when he would much rather stay at home. Though you initially chalked it up to protectiveness alone, you discovered quickly that while Revenant wanted to protect you, he also just wanted to be around you. 

He loves attention, thrives under it, even if he denies it. Which is why you know exactly what buttons to push to really get him going. 

It isn’t often you let him be in control. You love the way he looks squirm under you, begging you to let him cum. Right now, though, he has both of your arms pinned above your head, working his cock into your cunt. 

“Tell me what you want,” he growls out, an echo of what you always say to him. You smirk, turning your head, lips brushing over the cheek of his face plate. You’re not nearly as embarrassed. 

“I want you, all of you. I want to feel you inside me... Deep inside me. I want you to tell me you’re going to cum, hear you moan my name and fuck me harder,” you croon. He lets out a low, stuttering groan, and whatever pretense he had to ease you onto his cock is gone. He slams into you, his whole length splitting open your walls, setting your nerves on fire. You arch your neck up. 

“That’s it? That’s what you want?” He growls out, his fingers lacing with yours, hips pounding into yours. Every wet clap has you biting your lip, eyes fluttering at the pleasant hammering of his cock in your cunt. “You have such a filthy fucking mouth.” 

“Yeah, baby? That’s filthy to you?” You laugh, breathless, though the noise is cut off by a groan as he buries himself to the hilt, rocks in deep against your walls. “Fuck, your cock feels so fucking good, Rev. Shit. You’re so good for me. Love the way you fuck me, baby.” 

Revenant lets out a noise that could be a moan but he doesn’t let it linger, instead continuing the brutal pace of his hips, battering his metal hips against your aching, swollen cunt. 

[shortythescreen]

Ok, I'm opening that door. "I want you to touch yourself for me" with Loba 🐺

Note(s): NSFT/18+ under the cut. Mommy kink is present, so if that’s not ur cup of tea, don’t read. Reader is AFAB but gender neutral. (thank u for opening the door i love loba ;u;)

You always know she’s coming, even before you see her. The hairs on the base of your neck prickle, a shiver runs down your spine, and you swear that you can feel the whisper of her name. Perhaps it’s because of how strong her presence is -- she takes up every room she walks into. Perhaps it’s because you know her intentions, knows what she means to do to you. 

You think it’s because you’re the wolf’s mate, and you can never refuse her. 

It’s unfair that she can look elegant while you’re a hot mess. She’s got her top off, bicolored hair hanging damply around her chest. You want to run your fingers through it, watch them get caught in her curls. You want to slurp her nipples into your mouth, bite and suck and worship them until she’s forcing your head between her thighs. 

“I wish you could see yourself right now, my love,” she says, voice low, sultry -- only for your ears. Your arms tremble with the effort to keep yourself upright. 

The suction cup dildo she’s chosen for you sticks to your headboard. She ordered you to sink onto it, feel the stretch -- and nothing more. It’s been a torturous twenty minutes, her saying filthy, wonderful things to you all while your cunt quivers and stretches around the toy, as thick as three of your fingers and long enough to just kiss your cervix. 

“Mommy...” You whimper, dropping from your hands to your elbows. Your fingers tangle in your hair, frustrated, wanting, flustered. It’s so hard to have all of her attention on you. For her to look at you like that -- like she’s going to eat you alive. 

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” she says and your head shoots up. She’s leaned forward, the heavy sag of her breasts making your mouth water. God, you want to touch her. 

“But... But mommy,” you helplessly whine, “‘m already on the cock, like you asked-” 

“Are you arguing with me, baby?” She asks, tilting her head, and that devious glint in her eyes tells you that she’s open to the answer being yes--even if that will make it a lot more painful for you. You shake your head, huffing as you drop your head between your arms. 

“If you put on a good enough show, I’ll let you eat my pussy,” she whispers and you feel the bed bend under her. Your eyes shoot up, over her thighs, the dusting of hair along her bikini line. You meet her gaze, biting your lower lip as you see those eyes. “Come on, beautiful. Show me what you can do.” 

You can never, ever refuse her. 

[shortythescreen]

"Be gentle with me" with Wraith. I'm crying already!

You’ve been so patient with her, so courteous, that Wraith almost feels guilty. 

You’ve never given her reason to. When you noticed the shake of her shoulders when you would hug her, how her spine would go rigid when your lips would touch hers, you backed off. You let her control the speed, let her decide what was okay. Some days, kissing was fine, even a little more. Other days, only sharing each other’s space was, and that was okay with you too. 

When she’s brought up your sex life, or lack thereof, you’ve simply brushed her off with a smile and a wave. No big deal, babe, you tell her. Whenever you’re ready. 

She thinks she is. 

She tells you this over lunch one afternoon, dressed in a pair of galaxy leggings given to her by Ajay, who told her they’d shipped in a size too small. She’s not even looking at you, pale eyes trained on the passing civilians around you, all carrying on their normal, easy lives. You choke on your macaroni and cheese, sputtering noodles.

“Please don’t die before we do it,” she says, and you hoarsely laugh, grabbing the napkin to wipe at your wet mouth.

“I won’t,” you giggle, and the sound rocks into Wraith’s chest like a rhythm, like a song that makes her lighter. She matches your beam with an almost timid quirk of her lips, the corners of them dimpling as they press to the side. “But let’s talk what you’re okay with and what you’re not before we jump in, okay?”

So you two do, somewhere a little more discreet than the vegetarian cafe you like to drag her to. She isn’t sure when she started cutting out meat, just noticed herself eating it less and less, and you did too. She’s grateful for that, for you noticing what she likes, what she doesn’t. She’s also grateful for you taking note of all she tells you she’s willing to try with you, what makes her uncomfortable to think of. 

You plan on a weekend that she doesn’t have to worry about a match on Monday. You tell her to come at six, to come in whatever she’s comfortable in. When she walks in the door, dressed in a hoodie three sizes too big for her, she’s anticipating you on the couch with a redbox DVD, maybe some smoothies, also dressed in something comfy. 

Instead, she finds your apartment filled with candles and vaguely thinks that they’re probably a fire hazard. When she steps forward, something crunches underfoot, and she looks down to see rose petals creating a path to your room.

Wraith’s heart swells, her breath shuddering. A wave of something crests inside of her, makes her heart begin the a loud march in her ears, but whether it’s anxiety or anticipation, she can’t be sure. 

Before it crashes and swallows her whole, you poke your head out of your room. You’re not naked, or in lingerie, and your outfit is at least expected. A baggy pair of sweatpants, a tank top.Familiar, normal. You grin at her. “Hey babe. You like it?” 

“It’s a lot,” says Wraith. Your smile dims a little and she quickly shakes her head. “No, no, I just meant... I wasn’t expecting all of this.” 

“I wanted to make it special,” you say, walking across your carpeted living room. The candle light kisses your skin, casts an orange glow all around the two of you, and the more Wraith allows herself to focus on the light it casts instead of the darkness it creates, the more she finds herself relaxing. 

You approach her like you would a skittish animal, footsteps slow, every move deliberate. You crush the rose petals carelessly and her shoulders relax as she watches you do so. You pause just inches away from her and her eyes fall to your hands, carefully, intentionally reaching for hers. She meets you halfway, interlocking your fingers. 

The smile you give her is brilliant, beaming, bright. It lights up the room, makes Wraith sure of her decision about tonight. You squeeze her hands in your own, then lean in. You don’t kiss her just yet, your forehead touching hers, noses brushing in a loving, gentle eskimo kiss, the first of any kind she’d ever given you. 

“Be gentle with me,” she whispers, releasing one of your hands so that she can tenderly cup your cheek, trying to close the space between you. You sigh at the coolness of her hand, at the hard ridges of her palm against you. The hand she’s let free finds her bicep. It doesn’t grip, or squeeze, instead just touches, feeling the remnants of her tension fade away in the safety of you.  

“Always.” You promise, finally kissing her, and she really, truly believes you.  

[shortythescreen]

11. “Say please.” and/or 12 "Say thank you" Someones gotta teach Rev some manners! I promise, one day Imma stop requesting Revenant! But today is not that day.

Note(s): AFAB reader, implied cock attachment for Rev, uhhhhhh oral sex. 

You’ve gotten really good at pretending Revenant is a shitty fuck. 

Intellectually, he knows better. He knows he’s given you mind numbing orgasms, has drawn sounds from you that only he has ever heard. He knows that he’s the only person that’s ever made you feel so good, the only one that you allow so close to you. 

You still try to give him a run for his money, though. You’re scrolling through your phone, completely naked. The simulacrum’s spindly fingers are laid out across your breasts, not quite touching your nipple but not far enough away from them to not be arousing. He squeezes them and you hide the hitching of your breath with a tilt of your head. 

He’s wedged between your thighs, tongue lapping at the slit of your cunt. It’s pliant, wet, open. It’s been ready for him for the better part of an hour but you like to watch him squirm, to torment him with the promise of more without actually receiving. He presses the flat of it against your clit and your thighs tense. 

He pulls away and you glance up from your phone, raising an eyebrow. 

“I want to fuck you,” says Revenant, voice a low, heady growl that goes straight to your grunt. 

“Either make me cum or say please,” you tell him. His golden optics flicker, whirl, and then with a growl, he dives back into your pussy. You smirk, sighing as he attacks your clit with renewed vigor. 

[shortythescreen]

I don't think your work is repetetive. We are all excited for the juicy stuff but there are only so many ways to describe the sexy stuff. So don't worry, babe ❤

you are forever so fucking nice i love you so much

[shortythescreen]

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