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quaintii · 11 months

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A small drabble.. of Miguel having a breeding kink.

Warnings: MDNI !! 18+ choking, no plot just smut, spanking, breeding kink, Miguel x fem!reader, nipple play, more. enjoy <3 (I didn't revise this, pls send some requests)

Miguel has you bent over the kitchen table, pounding into your sweet pussy while making sloppy sounds echoing around you. He pushes deeper inside of your cunt every thrust he takes, which made you clench around him.

Prickled tears falling down your cheeks, his calloused hands around your throat, making you face the mirror infront of your kitchen. "Don't make a sound, bebé.. don't want to wake up the baby.."

"I want you to see how good you look while being fucked like a slut." Miguel whispered in your ears and bit your shoulders while kissing your back, leaving many marks for later.

You whined and pleaded for him to stop being so rough on you, in return he slaps your ass for speaking back at him. "You like a good fuck don't you? You fucking slut. Taking me so well, you keep sucking me in..good girl.." He groans

Miguel pushed his body weight onto you, the gasps and moans emanating into the air, making the atmosphere thicken. You cover your mouth to not wake up your newborn, quivering as you could feel Miguel pound into the sweet plushy soft deep in your cervix. He grabbed onto your holds, gripping tightly as he changed positions, holding you in a mating press position on the counter.

The new angle makes you twitch around him, clenching him harder as he was swirling his tongue around your nipples and sucking your breast milk. You tasted so good on his tongue.

Miguel loved seeing your fucked out face as you gasp for air and trying your best not to scream and cry when he pounded deeper into your wet, scorching, cunt. "You look so good with my babies inside you, Mami..." He kissed and flicked your nipples with his tongue to get more reaction out of you.

"Feel that? Feel how fucking hard I am?" He pants into your ear, nibbling on it. He pressed his calloused hands on your stomach, feeling himself deep inside you. "You feel so good, mami." His hands traveled where you two connected, rubbing your clit in circles. "You want it so badly, don't you amor?" He sneered. Your skin buzzing with pleasure. "I want to see your belly round and swollen from my cum, baby. I want to see you filled up from me." He moaned.

"Please M-miguel" you whined incoherently. "I'm gonna fill your pretty pussy full of my cum, baby." He groans and pants on your neck, leaving bite marks as he sunk his fangs deep. Your walls fluttered around him. The dam completely broke, leaving you seeing nothing by stars as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head. "Oh m-miguel..p-plea..fuck im.." Your walls clench around him as he keeps chasing his orgasm, your throat choking out your moans as you fall into pure bliss. Tears running down your face with your mouth quivering. He cursed under his breath as you fell apart under him. His thrusting was frantic as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved how each thrust made your breasts bounce back and forth.

Your orgasm completely blinding you, tumbling into ecstasy. Seeing your fucked out face, was enough to send Miguel over the edge. His jaw fell apart and his eyebrows furrowed together, savouring the delicious feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock. The slapping of skin against skin drew him insane. He kept plummeting his cock deep inside your cervix, kissing that sweet soft you loved so much. His thick brown locks sticking on his forehead from the sweat. The atmosphere thickening as pants of your eachothers breaths fill the room. Clouding the kitchen windows.

Choked little moans keep escaping your lips, now in an almost unconscious state. Miguel comes with s loud grunt, filling your womb to the brim. Breathy pants were heard as he laid his head onto your shoulders, feeling your heartbeat and begins steadying his breathing. He pulls out slowly and pushed his thick fingers inside your cunt, making you jolt forward to his face. "Can't have any of this go to waste, mami," he says, pushing your combined fluids inside. Your swollen cunt overflowing with his cum.

Miguel carried you bridal style to the bathtub, running his hands through the water making sure it's warm for you. He goes in first and places you on top of him. Your back on his chest. He washed your body while giving caressing kisses along you back and neck. Grabbing your face and kissing you softly.

He massages your back and washed your hair. He placed kisses all over your body, warmth being left. As you both finish washing up, he placed clean sheets and brought you close to him. You snuggled underneath his head, cuddling him. "I love you Mig." You say softly. "I love you too, baby." He whispered. The sounds of the night put you both to sleep.

a/n: stayed up til 2 30 am writing this cuz I luv y'all sorry I haven't been online! Personal stuff going on a lot recently, but I'll be sure to feed you guys some more smut! Send me some requests!! I love u guys very much 🩷🩷

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theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass · 8 months

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Friendly lips | L.N.

Lando Norris x friend!reader

Summary: Two close friends, find themselves at a pivotal moment during a Formula 1 race. When a spontaneous kiss ignites a spark of something neither can wrap their heads around.

Warnings: lil sexual themes, fluff.

Word count: ~1.2K

Friendly lips pt. 2

The air at the racetrack buzzed with excitement as the Formula 1 Grand Prix revved up for a thrilling race. Lando Norris stood by his car, nerves coursing through his veins. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, you, his best friend and one of his biggest supporters, had promised to come watch the race, but you were nowhere to be found, and he feared you might have chosen not to come...

As the race began, Lando's focus shifted to the track, his bright orange McLaren darting ahead with exhilarating speed. The laps seemed to blur together, and he couldn't help but sneak glances at the garage every time he stopped for a change of tires, hoping to spot your familiar face. But you were nowhere in sight, and the weight of disappointment pressed down on him even more.

After what felt like an eternity, the race concluded with Lando securing a respectable finish. Exhausted and disappointed, he trudged over to the post-race interview area. Reporters surrounded him, thrusting microphones and cameras in his face, but his eyes continued to dart around the pit lane in search of you. Now his disappointment and sadness morphed into anger. Why the hell are you not here?

And then, as the interview began, something incredible happened. Lando's eyes locked onto you, standing in his garage, chatting with one of the mechanics.

He couldn't believe it. You were here. And you look fresh as a cherry plucked from a tree. Your lively rose blush covering your cheeks and that strawberry color lipgloss atop your lips which were pulled into the most dazzling smile he had ever seen. And your eyes. They were locked on him, sparkling brighter than the flashes of cameras surrounding him.

He completely disregarded the questions the interviewer was throwing at him now and sprinted toward you, his heart pounding with elation.

You were here for him and you were looking at him with remaints of tears in your eyes.

He came up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Before you could react, he lifted you off the ground and spun you around, earning an exuberant scream from you. Laughter spilled from both of you as he finally put you down, but he didn't let go. Instead, he held you close, nuzzling his face into your hair and taking a deep breath.

"Sorry for being late, Lando," you said, your voice warm with affection. "The traffic was insane, and I thought I'd miss it all."

Lando squeezed you tightly and replied, "Doesn't matter now. You're here, and that's all that matters.“

“Have you been crying?” he questioned, concern etched on his features, his warm finger just below your eye touching a wet patch left by a tear.

“How could I not? You finished yet another race in one piece. I could not be happier” you squished his cheek making the both of you giggle.

As the day turned into evening, Lando and you found yourselves in the comfort of his hotel room, cuddled up in bed, enjoying a movie. Lando lay on your chest, drawing lazy circles on your torso with his finger, while your hand was softly running through his tousled hair.

Lando lifted himself onto his forearms, his face hovering just above yours, and his deep blue eyes roamed your features. "Thank you for coming today," he murmured, a genuine smile gracing his lips "Seeing you made me really happy."

You gave him a warm smile and gently caressed his cheek. "I know, sorry I was late though."

He smirked mischievously, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. "I know a way you can make it up to me."

You chuckled, "That's disgusting, Lando."

Lando rolled onto his back, sighing dramatically. "Oh, come on, Y/N. Just one kiss, pleaseeee." He batted his eyelashes and gave you puppy-dog eyes.

You pretended to consider his request, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because we're friends, and friends kiss each other when they really need it," Lando declared, grinning.

You thought for a moment then teasingly replied, "Hmm, you're right... I'm gonna go find Carlos and make out with him."

But before you could even attempt to get out of the bed, Lando playfully pushed you back down, his expression a mixture of amusement and determination. "Oh, baby, if you're kissing an F1 driver, it's gonna be me."

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, feeling yourself succumb to his weird request. "Well, in that case, I suppose one little kiss won't hurt."

As your lips met, the laughter subsided into a warm, affectionate moment, one you have never experienced before with your friend.

Lando and you pulled away from the kiss, your heartbeats racing in sync, as if echoing the Formula 1 engines that had roared around the track earlier in the day. The air in the room felt charged, and you exchanged a long, searching look. Had you two just crossed the limits of friendship? Or was this merely another instance of casual, friendly behaviour between two good friends?

You shared a nervous but genuine laugh, trying to alleviate the tension with friendly banter.

"Well, that was interesting," Lando mused with a playful grin, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "But I guess friends sometimes do crazy things, right?"

You chuckled, "Well, if I ever need to practice my kissing skills, I know who to call," both trying but failing to diminish the weird feelings brewing inside.

“Well you’re a cheeky one aren’t you, just using me for my incredible kissing skills and a hot body” he feigned being mad and turned away from you with a pout, crossing his hands over his chest.

“Idiot,” you slap his back playfully feeling the awkwardness dissipate between you two, “now turn of the TV, it’s time to get some sleep before your race tomorrow.”

“Are you gonna be late to this one too?” he piped up mockingly again and soon regretted it letting out a few scared ‘sorry’ after you hit him with your pillow before laying it back in its place and murmuring out a “goodnight Norris.”

He chuckled once more staring at your now still form just a few feet away from him before getting under the covers himself, praying he wakes up tomorrow and finds out that as amazing as the kiss was, it was just a dream and there are no consequences left to deal with.

You lay together in the dark room, each of you with your own inner monologues revolving about the same thing. You both, but separately couldn't help but wonder if there was more to your relationship than just friendship now.

After all, it was indeed an unusual experience for friends to know the taste of each other's lips...

A.N. should there be a part 2?

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thefreakandthehair · 7 months

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@eddiemonth prompt, oct 30th: Costumes | Children of the Grave - Black Sabbath | Loyal [1.9k, rated T] read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

“No, no, no, no—” Gareth protests, ducking the Donkey costume mask that Eddie tosses his way backstage. “Not again! Dude, that thing smells like having a condom over your face and it’s impossible to drum in. I’m not doing it this year. No way. Someone else is taking one for the team this time.”

Eddie cackles, trying not to cry with laughter and smudge his green face paint. “Decide amongst yourselves then, but someone is wearing it. We’ve gotta commit.”

Jeff snorts and shakes his head. “No chance, why can’t someone be like, Fiona or something?”

“We need Donkey! He’s crucial to the story!” Eddie rolls his eyes and walks over to grab the mask. “Okay, circle up. We’re gonna Rock, Paper, Scissors this. On my count.”

The rest of the band huddles around and Eddie counts to three. Gareth throws rock and celebrates as Frank and Jeff both throw scissors.

“Redemption!” He celebrates as Eddie counts Frank and Jeff in for three.

In the end, Frank gets stuck with the Donkey costume, Jeff reprises his Pinocchio costume, and Gareth steals Farquaad out from under Frank in the Rock, Paper, Scissors coup. No one is particularly happy, but Eddie doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care because Shrek Night is his favorite show of the year. Since its inception a few years earlier, entirely by accident when Eddie was forced to perform as Shrek as a dare, it’s become something of a cult classic among Corroded Coffin fans. The last show they play before Halloween is a costume night, and the fans have taken to the theme like, well, like an ogre to mud.

There’s something incredibly special about screaming the lyrics to their latest hit while a sea of Shreks and Gingys and Fionas scream along with him.

And tonight is no different.

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“Shreddie! Shreddie! Shreddie!”

The crowd roars to life as the group takes the stage, waddling in costumes and maybe a little itchy from body paint and latex masks.

“Give it up for Donkey on the bass!” Eddie shouts, pointing to Frank. He gives his best, saddest wave.

“Give it up for Pinocchio on the guitar!” He yells again as Jeff hammers a riff in response and grins in his fedora and suspenders.

“And last but certainly not least, give it up for Lord Farquaad on the drums!” Gareth drums a little rimshot as the hat pokes out over the top of his high hat. How he plans on drumming the whole night crouched on his knees is beyond Eddie, but ultimately not up to him.

The crowd goes insane, as usual, and Eddie takes a second to soak it all in, to glance over the various costumes before everyone melds into one collective unit of chaos. Fairy Godmothers, and Donkeys, and Fionas as far as the eye can see. He even spots a Puss in Boots in the front of the pit, standing next to a very attractive Gingy.

He doesn’t have time to assess the life choices that lead him to have that particular thought though, because Gareth starts counting them in.

—

Their originals are hits, of course, as are the covers. After all, it wouldn’t be a true Shrek Night without at least a couple of songs from the famed movies.

“And then I saw her face!” He shrieks, his voice barely loud enough to be heard over the crowd. “Now I’m a believer!”

He runs around the stage, careful not to lose the microphone (again) as Jeff, Gareth, and Frank pound away at the melody. As the song comes to a close, Eddie slides on his knees, hardly protected by the cheap beige pants from Walmart, to the edge of the stage.

“Not a trace! Of doubt in my mind! I’m a believer!” He sings, drawing out the final note.

Chants and applause follow him up and he falls to his back, guitar over his chest, pounding his feet and fists on the stage as he catches his breath. Green paint melts from his forehead and when he brushes his hair back, he pulls his fingers away to see shades of ogre paint that’s surely made its way into his hairline.

Before he can stand, Gareth shouts into his microphone, presumably to give Eddie another second or two. It’s no secret that I’m A Believer is high octane.

“Do you know…” Gareth pauses for effect before shouting. “The muffin man?”

Before the crowd yells out together, jumbled and out of sync, a faux high-pitched voice rings out surprisingly close to Eddie’s feet.

“The muffin man!”

He sits up and spots him: the hot Gingy he’d noticed earlier, laughing with a scrunched up nose, leaning on his friend’s shoulder.

Oh, fuck me, Eddie thinks. He’s adorable.

It’s usually the other way around: Eddie being ogled by a fan in the front row, staring up at him like he’s something to eat, like he’s prey. Ignoring them is easy enough, typically appeased with just a smile or a wink to carry with them forever, but this guy? The one with the fuzzy brown onesie with purple button and white, pretend icing lining the legs and waist? Well, Eddie’s never actually wanted a fan in the front row to look at him until now.

So he scoots to the end of the stage, legs dangling over the edge, and steals Gareth’s line. Grinning down at the guy pressed to the railing, he screeches. “The muffin man!”

Gingy’s friend, known only to him at this point as Puss in Boots, elbows him hard in the ribs and he looks up to see Eddie staring right at him, crooked grin, and in hindsight, probably a bit more unhinged than planned.

His friend looks back and forth between them, disbelief in the shape of her mouth and furrowed forehead, but it seems to work because Gingy returns the smile and has the audacity to wink at him.

Eddie raises his green brows towards his hairline and nods appreciatively. The barricade isn’t far from the edge of the stage, close enough for Eddie to leave the microphone to the side and ask Gingy and his friend to hang back after the show.

—

After one crowdsurfing escapade from Jeff, one quip into the microphone from Gareth about how he now understands why Farquaad is always so cranky, and few more of the originals peppered with All Star and Bad Reputation covers, Corroded Coffin takes an awkward but well-deserved bow. The crowd cheers for more, even after their encore, but eventually filter out through the venue’s exit doors, flooding the parking lots and nearby streets with Shrek characters.

Eddie’s sure the local bars are having a blast.

The only fans left are Gingy and Puss in Boots, who Eddie desperately needs the real names of before his thoughts turn into a troubling Shrek fanfiction. With a quick word to their manager, Chrissy, he makes sure they won’t leave before he comes back with a plan— a very weird, very niche plan that he hopes works on the presumably dorky, albeit confident, man in the fuzzy onesie.

Her wings bump him in the shoulder and remind him that she truly is his Fairy Godmother.

“Eddie,” Jeff deadpans as he plops his prop fedora on the backstage table and unfastens the buttons of his suspenders. “Are you really about to go hit on a fan? Dressed as Shrek? With an onion?”

“Do you have a better idea?” He whirls on him, a lone onion from a backstage fridge somewhere in one hand and a sponge trying to at least clean up his face paint in the other. He’s sure he looks insane. And he may as well be at this point.

“Uh, don’t? That’s the better idea?” Frank offers in the corner, his face red and sweaty from the suffocating Donkey mask.

“Not an option, so Operation Onion is on. I’ll be back. Or not. Hopefully not, actually.” Eddie shakes his head and sets down the makeup sponge, places the onion in his prop burlap bag. “Wish me luck!”

Gareth sighs with ice packs on his knees. “Nope.”

—

Eddie approaches the open backstage area, the spare lounge where Chrissy’s talking with Gingy and Puss in Boots. Maybe talking a little more intently to Puss in Boots, but he can’t begrudge her. After all, Eddie’s doing the same thing, isn’t he?

He catches a bit of the conversation before opening the door, overhearing Chrissy refer to them as Steve and Robin.

Thank God, he thinks to himself. Better than the placeholders.

By no means does Eddie consider himself a rockstar— not yet, anyways. He enjoys the mid-level shows he gets to do with his friends, especially on nights like this, but he’s yet to harness that rockstar swagger. At his core, he’s still the marginally insecure, frantic kid from Bumfuck Nowhere, Indiana who paints D&D miniatures and speaks Elvish. And dresses up as Shrek, apparently.

All of that to say, his heart pounds in his chest and his tongue feels twisted around itself when he knocks on the door.

“Oh, hey, Eddie! Come on in! Great show tonight!” Chrissy smiles, wide and bright, as she introduces Steve and Robin. “This is Steve, and this is Robin. Steve, Robin, you all know Eddie. Or, should I say, Shreddie?”

All three groan and shake their heads in good nature.

“To be fair, man, you are still in the get-up. I thought you were going backstage to change or something.” Steve teases, eyes full of mirth and challenge.

Exactly Eddie’s type.

“And leave the three of you dressed up and feel out of place? Not a fucking chance.” Eddie takes a breath and goes for it, channeling his years of drama and general theatrics.

He goes to take his seat on the sofa and pretends to trip, his burlap bag tipping over in time for his onion to fall to the floor at Steve’s feet.

“Shit, sorry, that’s my onion,” Eddie shrugs. “Happens sometimes. Ogre and all, y’know? By the way, you’re gorgeous.”

“Oh my God,” Chrissy mutters under her breath and ducks her head, leaning an elbow on Robin’s shoulder and covering her eyes.

Steve’s mouth falls open into a little O and sits quietly for a few beats, nothing but the girls chuckling off to the side and an onion between them. Eddie’s about to swallow his tongue and see himself out when Steve leans forward and picks it up, tossing it up in the air above his head and catching it like a baseball.

“Looks like you dropped this. And uh, thanks. I could say the same to you.”

Robin wheezes and doubles over. “Jesus Christ, Steve. I know I’m a lesbian and all but this? This is what works on you?”

Eddie likes her already, and a quick glance to Chrissy tells him Chrissy does, too.

“Is this Ogre discrimination? Do I have to explain that we have—”

“Layers!” Steve finishes for him, nudging her in the ribs. “Ogres have layers, Rob. Don’t be so close-minded, God. Besides, he’s half melted and just ransacked backstage for an onion. Don’t judge our mating rituals.”

Mating rituals? Eddie grins with pursed lips and narrowed eyes. “Yeah, what he said.”

Robin just shakes her head and gestures with one hand at the air between the two men, speechless.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go see if this sweaty, half-melted, babbling Onion Man wants to make out or something.” Steve slaps his hands on his thighs, still covered in fuzzy material, and stands. “What do you say?”

When he shows up backstage to introduce Steve to the rest of Corroded Coffin, both of their faces are now smeared with green paint and Steve sports painted handprints in some telling places.

Eddie gives them a bright smile and jazz hands, his friends’ expressions are as impressed as they are confused.

Shrek Night really is his favorite show of the year.

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justpoliteconversations · 4 months

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Running Circles [Reader + ???!Link]

The Chain faces an abnormality, and the tired soul it was dumped on. Chaos ensues.

Just another self-serving throwaway for the pile. Can you guess which Link this is for?

Masterlist

TW: I'm not responsible for anything the tiny bastard does. Read at your own risk.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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He was loose. Again.

In a moment of weakness you'd shut your eyes to rest and the little gremlin had slipped his harness and rolled his way out the room. A closed room, with one door, no windows and the key secured to your palm with leather straps.

With a tired groan you pushed yourself out of your bedroll, gathered the empty leash and harness around your wrist, took the key from its bounds and opened the door to...

A portal. Because of fucking course there'd be a portal out here in the middle of nowhere. Of course. That was just the story of your life these days.

You sighed, rubbed your sleep encrusted eyes with both palms and straightened your shoulders. You stood there for a few moments longer, stealing yourself for the chaos you'd surely find on the other side.

You just wanted five hours. That's all you ask. Five hours of uninterrupted rest. Hell, you'd be thankful for three.

No helping it though. The longer you waited the worse the situation would get. The man-boy-gremlin-(divine entity?) worked fast after all, and it'd be amidst for you to dally.

So begins another day. You entered the portal.

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You were right. This was fucking insanity. There were lines of fire criss-crossing the battle-scarred land, ice pillars as far as the eye could see shining in the moonlight, broken weapons littering the ruined battlefield and whipping through the air on strong gales of wind. An honest to Goddess dire wolf was dashing though the chaos, fading in and out of the shadows with a sword in its maul.

Ah. But let's not forget the six(?), seven(?), no, 11 uncomfortably familiar looking men being rattled around like leaves in their plainclothes. Occasionally, they'd strike at the blur of unprecedented destruction running amok in their campsite when the opportunity presented itself.

And that familiar little blur had some sort of wand in his hand (you certainly hadn't given the little demon that), and was waving it around like a goddessdamned lunatic. In his wake, dust and embers and the glint of weaponry took flight in great glittering swarms, adding to the general mayhem of the situation.

Someone was screaming over the howling of the wind, but their voice was lost to the hurricane. A man fighting through the whirlwind of disheveled blue scarf face-planted into the ground with a startled cry, a small humanoid shape on his back before it was gone again in a swirl of movement.

A tall man with bright facial tattoos had jumped to the scarfed man's aid through the torrent of buffering wind, but not before the little agent of chaos had managed to snatch the scarfed one's sword off his back. Behind them, a man with heavy scarring was panting laboriously, drenched head to toe in stamina potion(?) and long hair coated in seed-like grains. One eye was sealed shut by some sort of glutenous substance, running down in great, blue blobs from his bangs.

The familiar cry of triumph drew your attention away from the trio, only to land on the spectacle that was four identical men being blasted across the clearing with a flick of the (magical?) stick. The sight of thier brightly colored tunics flashing over the (somehow still intact) fire pit drew a sigh from your lips.

Behind you, a boy in a lobster shirt whipped by with a half terrified half enthusiastic squeal, arms bound at his sides with his own belt and a deku leaf attached backwards at the buckle. A man in a white cape chased after, sweat pouring down his face and plastering twig laden hair to his forehead. His mouth was open in hard, labored pants, face flushed with the effort as he swat away any debris heading for the trapped boy swaying viciously in the gales before him.

At least the little bastard remembered your 'no-killing unless necessary' agreement. There was that, if nothing else.

The dire wolf was back (still carrying the damned sword), a shirtless, darker haired man mounted upon it with a red glowing sword strapped to his back in a leather harness. They were charging at the small figure latched on the tattooed man's back plates, while said man was struggling like a bucking stallion. The scarred one was trying to pluck the unruly little shit from his perch against the taller man's armor, aborting several strikes to avoid hitting the taller man by mistake.

The shirtless man astride the wolf bellowed in rage(?), confusion(?), delight(?) and dive tackled the unrepentant little leech, drawing his sword midair with a determined glint in his eyes. The wolf leaping right after, like a shadow at his heels.

The shithead dodged, of course. He always dodges. Though using the tall man he'd been harassing as a living meat shield was a rather ungentlemanly thing to do.

Wrong-footed, the shirtless man barreled into the scarred one with a painful thwack, sending them skitting across the field and unintentionally tripping up the caped man. The wolf followed shortly after, unable to stop, its bulk catching the tattooed one in the crossfire and slamming them both into the pile with wince-inducing force. The young, airborne one yelled down at them, but his voice was carried away with the wind that yanked him into the air with sudden vigor.

Ah. The little hell spawn was latched onto lobster boy's belt, the scarfed one's sword in hand, the wind stick between his teeth and a truly massive sword strapped to his back (where the hell had he got that from?) as they ascended up, up, up into the growing storm.

You finally noticed a pantless, screaming man clinging desperately to an off white glider far above the campsite, kept from simply blowing away by a long, dark rope made near invisible against the night sky. It was attached to a decent sized log, occasionally rolling when struck by oncoming debris and causing the man far above to curl ever tighter around the glider bar. The flash of his pale legs were the only indication of his movements so far into the darkness above.

The scarfed one had finally managed to right himself, and with a glance you could see the reason for his disorientation. The scarf wasn't just tangled around him, it had been half-hazardly tied around his face, neck and one unfortunate arm in several tight knots. He was further hindered by some form of red whip wrapped around his thigh, across his waist and into the loops of the scarf.

Okay. This had gone on long enough. With a great, near painful breath, you cupped you hands around your mouth and called. "LINK!"

High above the chaotic swirl of magic induced winds stopped and the familiar swoosh of misplaced air rang out in the sudden calm. Something falling (many, many things falling) caught your ear, and in the span of one breath to the next, he was before you. Him in all his beady eyed glory.

"HAA!" The irritating creature voiced at you, listlessly flat stare fixated on your tired eyes. You blinked, unimpressed. "HAAAA." He said louder, waiting expectantly for you to answer.

You sighed, tiredly, pulling your hand down your face once before taking another fortifying breath. You felt a tiny hand tug at your shirt, and when you looked back down he had tilted his head in question. He looked almost innocent, little ears perked up and curiously blank face almost cute in its simplicity.

The slow descent of once air bound hyrulians coming down to ground spoke otherwise, but it was whatever. He hadn't seriously maimed anyone, and that was an improvement. it was progress.

"Yeah. No one died, just like we agreed." You conceded, reaching out and ruffling his shaggy hair with a small, tired smile. A blush rose to his cheeks, a near smile of delight on his lips as he held your shirt with both hands. "You did a good job, buddy."

"Haaa!" He voiced with pride, pleased to have done a good job this time.

He turned, about to head off again, but you managed to grab him by the arm before he could escape. His previously happy smile dropped dramatically when he realized he'd been caught.

"Nope. I said you did a good job, but that doesn't mean you get to be off the leash." You said in reprimand, turning him this way and that to properly put his harness on as he half-heartedly struggled in your hold. He fought a little harder when you took the weapons from him, but he eventually relented when he saw your unhappy face.

Though that didn't stop him from frowning and stomping his foot in tantrum when you took the great sword from his back. That was it though, so you'd count that as a win in your books. He hadn't even threatened to bite you this time.

In the distance the dirtied, ruffled and clearly traumatized men were finally starting to pull themselves together. You paid them little mind though, instead plucking the pouting little hero from the ground and tucking him into your arms. He immediately hid his face in your shoulder, but didn't stop pouting. His little ears were pinned back angrily, arms crossed at the chest as he 'haaaa'd loudly in complaint.

You patted his back in comfort and he melted into it trustingly, burrowing himself into your hold with little huffs of equal parts annoyance and contentment. There was a commotion in the distance that finally drew your attention, ignoring the small man-boy-creature (divine agent of chaos and destruction?) as he began to fidget in your arms.

The tallest once looked panicked, the scarfed one (newly liberated from his bonds) just as much so. The pantless one was suddenly pointing at you, eyes wide and thin brows hiked high in shock as he begun to yell.

"That little demon's got it!"

Confusion settled over you, and then sudden, heart stalling understanding. You whipped your head down in panic, angry at yourself for not having checked his goddess-damned pockets.

You were met with the sight of a brightly lined, white-haired mask slipping onto the little hell spawn's smugly grinning face. His victorious little 'Haaa' lost to the sudden explosion of light and power flooding your senses.

Tense silence. When you regained your bearings, it was to the feeling of large, unyielding arms around your waist and braced under your thighs. Holding you securely to a broad chest and even broader shoulders.

A glowing white stare met your confused gaze when you finally opened your hazy eyes. Those unblinking, otherworldly eyes were set into a handsomely stoic face, complete with thin, down-turned lips and a straight nose. Ominously similar tattoos lined either side of the unknown man's face and crest down his forehead.

Someone was yelling in the background. Several someones.

"Hn." The unknown man hummed monotonously, still staring at you with those seemingly listless, blank eyes. So very familiar.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. Deeply.

'Fuck me. Not another one.'

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Back to the shadows.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #not so mystery link

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lixiesfreckless · 3 months

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Forgive Me | k. sm.

➸ synopsis: the truth was that you cared about each other in all the ways you really weren’t allowed to.

➸ starring: kim seungmin x female reader

➸ word count: 1.2k

➸ general content: butler!seungmin, duchess!reader, forbidden love, I guess this is a royal au lmao

➸ rating: teen+

➸ author’s note: another old fic but MAN as much as I claim to scream and cry for royal aus, I hardly ever write them smh

♫ perilous path- yu-peng chen, hoyo-mix(basically from the genshin impact soundtrack)

“Must you follow me into restricted areas as well?”

You folded your arms and rested your weight against the bookshelves, scowling at Mister Seungmin, who appeared to be looking for you at the end of the book-lined aisle. He tilted his head, assuming an amused expression as he took in your appearance.

“Pardon?”

“If there is one place a butler is not supposed to be, it is the library.”

“With all due respect your grace, I know you can come up with a better excuse than that to not want to see me.”

“Well-” you suddenly ran out of words, caught off guard by the slight curl of his rose tinted lips. There it was again, that despicable feeling bubbling up in your torso as you looked at his handsome face under the candlelit corner. “What is it that you want then?”

There was a flicker of something strange in his eyes for a moment, then he blinked and it was gone, taking out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and removing his glasses.

“The queen is requesting your presence in the ladies’ lounge,” he said, watching you empty your armload of books back onto the shelf. “I presume it is concerning the Suitor’s dinner happening this evening.”

A flash of anger shot through you, jealous of the one in front of you that doesn’t have a name to uphold as he put his round frames back on his nose bridge. His face took on a worried expression once he saw the distressed look in your eyes, so he took a hesitant step closer, treading on paper-thin ice.

“Your grace…are you alright?”

“Of course I’m alright,” you snapped back at him, and although a pang of guilt rocked your head from being so harsh towards who may be the only person you care about, you let your emotions get the best of you. “Why do you care anyways?”

“Why do I care?” He stepped closer, an emotion you knew well as hurt flooding his irises as he scanned your face.

It was a silly question from both of you, considering how painfully obvious the answer was.

The stares that lingered longer than they were allowed to, the peculiar circumstances you accidentally found yourselves in, the fact that you were both in the most silent corner of the library, aware that there would be no one around for hours if you did happen to run into each other…

The truth was that you cared about each other in all the ways you really weren’t allowed to.

“Your grace…” he closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts, and maybe his sanity as well, “...as a butler you know it is my job to-”

“Very well,” you sighed, moving past the taller man and ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest. “I will be off to the-”

You didn’t see the way he silently regretted his words, or how he internally hoped you would forgive him for his next action. All you registered was the feeling of his trembling fingers circling your wrist, stopping you from leaving.

The sheer insanity of the gesture seemed to still the air in the library, keeping both you and Seungmin frozen in place as the near-silent sound of a grandfather clock ticking was heard in the distance. Your skin could have burst into flames at that very moment; you couldn’t bear to look anywhere but the forest green carpet as Seungmin stared at where you were connected to him, as if that would make him pull you closer.

But he knows better than to put you both at risk.

The moment you feel him loosen his grip on your wrist, your last drop of restraint evaporates from your skin and you turn back to face him, locking your gaze on his. Which ironically, lets the leash snap on his end as well.

“Forgive me,” was the last thing you heard him say before pulling your wrist towards him, causing you to stumble right into him, but not before he caught you with his lips.

Only a brief moment was spared for a sharp intake of air before he crashed his lips onto yours, the gasp being silenced quickly in his desires as you reached to grip his shoulder. His hand found your waist to keep you steady, but only until you regained your balance; he pulled away far too quickly for you to say that the encounter ever happened, and you finally caught your breath again.

With wide eyes you both stared at each other, unsure of what to say or do as your labored breathing filled the aisle, much like the sound of your heart rattling your rib cage filled your eardrums.

So many emotions swam in his brown irises. Not that you could identify any of them, for there were millions more drowning in your own, you were sure.

“Your…your grace,” Seungmin’s voice quivered, just above a whisper. “My deepest apo-”

“Do you regret it?”

“I- I beg your pardon?” His eyebrows knitted together ever so slightly as you pulled away from his embrace, silken hands trembling as you tried to regain your composure.

“Do you regret stealing my heart…despite knowing that you cannot have it,” you whispered, clutching the jewels at your neckline.

“Your gr-”

“Drop…drop the formalities,” you pleaded, voice shaking now too, “you know it has never been that way between us.”

Seeing the forbidden truth in your eyes made him retract whatever he was about to say with a labored sigh.

“Y/n.” The shivers up your spine return. “As much as it should not happen, I could never regret loving you.”

“Seungmin don’t say that,” you cried out, tears spilling out from the corners of your eyes, “if you truly loved me you would have never returned my affections from the start.”

Seungmin watched in agony as you quickly swiped the tears away, only to have more fall out from under your eyelashes.

“Do you know what it is like to wake up every day, knowing that you cannot be with the one person you wish to-”

“Yes I know exactly,” he breathed, quickly closing the distance and holding you against the bookshelf so he could catch your lips in his again. This time you fell apart, melting in his grasp as his lips glided against yours, and your cares seemed to fade like the smoke leaving the candles lining the corridor.

“I am sorry,” he whispered as he moved to kiss away your tears, holding you so close to him as you gasped from the feather light touches on your cheeks. Hearing him say that only made you pull him in for another kiss, for Seungmin could have given you a thousand apologies, but not one would pull you out from how deeply you had fallen for him.

You knew he was trained to be especially careful with you, but the gentleness that he kissed you with…it was something you had only read of in books in your teen years, something you knew came about as rarely as diamonds did. To you, he was more rare and desirable than any gemstone on the market, and yet…

Your family could not pay the price for him, to lose their eldest daughter to a lower rank for something as useless as love, in their eyes.

“Seungmin,” you choked, biting back tears. “I…”

“I know,” he whispered, kissing your trembling lips once more before letting go of you. “I know.”

And with that, you tore yourself away, away from the library, away from what you wanted most, and saddest of all, away from the man you loved.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

#stray kids #stray kids fanfiction #skz #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #stray kids fic #skz fic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #kim seungmin #seungmin #seungmin fic #stray kids x reader #stray kids seungmin

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aubieinsanity · 1 year

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TriStamp Spoilers

AHHHHHHH I can barely process right now but my mind is about to explode with thoughts and emotions and I’m gonna throw up and I need to word vomit RIGHT NOW:

“knives is going to artificially impregnate..” EWWW the rape metaphor continues what a fucking predator

meryl not giving a shit and repeatedly running up to vash and calling his name like yeah girl go!!!! you’re so brave!!! go get him!!!!!!

VASH BURSTING OUT OF THE TANK AND SAVING MERYL FROM KNIVES AHGWEKLUGFHTOWHUIO

“Thank you, Meryl. I heard your voice, too.” stoooopppp i am CRYING

Meryl’s pure grin of joy and relief when he comes back around!!! she’s so fucking relieved and happy omG

tongari TONGARI TONGARI vash has spikey head omfg

and he made a glowy tesseract and can i have this as a product to purchase, please?

*chants* epic rooftop fight, epic rooftop fight!!!

i am SO. FUCKING. HAPPY. about the conditions under which wolfwood returned. he came back to save MERYL not Vash!!!!! i am spinning around in circles crying. aaaaand he referenced it as “payback for the smokes” or whatever aka protecting meryl in Roberto’s place. sobbing sobbing sobbing

the way wolfwood picks meryl up like a fucking duffel bag

oh and the music slaps EXTRA hard this episode like damn

oh my GOD WINGS, PEOPLE, WE HAVE WINGS. Knives has his lil stabby wing and vash has his lil rooty wing!!!! I CANT-- and the way vash struggles to fly like a newly hatched birb!!!!! crashin into stuff, barely able to stay airborne???

sorry i got distracted by Vash’s hair again

the way vash is like BLAM BLAM BLAM with his gun!

vash reloading his gun midair by slamming the open gun into the reload thingy -- out loud I said “SICK”

me when vashy does the thing with the tesseract -- “oh my god IS HE DOING THE ANGEL ARM THING? OH MY GOD IT’S THE ANGEL ARM”

vash looking tearfully at knives: “since when have we been so different?” STOP oh my god my heart can’t take it

VASH’S GOOFY RUN SEQUENCE STAHP

“I’ll run, run, run, and keep running as far as I have to! And when things calm down, I’ll quietly settle by their side again. I’m Vash the Stampede.” okay okay i can’t take any more emotional damage

Um. Holy shit. The alternating between vash and knives sitting side by side as kids with their arms around each other, and knives being a fucking insane maniac burning up inside vash’s angel arm beam. Fucking raw. Horrible. Heartbreaking. Unreal. Knives’ flesh melting off. UNREAL.

Time skip!!!!! Yeah we all saw it coming. 2 years~~~

Meryl tearing down the vash wanted poster.

Meryl bringing a box of cigs to honor roberto. T_T

Meryl’s cute new outfit!!!!! look at her lil tiddy cleavage!!! oh my fucking god she’s so adorable

okay here’s where i start screaming out loud.

MILLLLLYYYYYYYYYY THHHOOOMMMPPPSSOOOONNNN

EYOOOOOOOOOOO

Meryl: “Heya, newbie!” just like Roberto did to her

and finally

the

biggest

fucking

mindfuck

have

ERIKS.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

SEASON 2 OPENS WITH ERIKS VASH.

(oh and they’re doing the whole earth forces / chronica thing. very interesting. they really are going after the untapped manga content. i am ecstatic)

All in all, I have passed away. I have passed. Away. I am. SO. Happy.

#trigun stampede #finale #ep 12 #high noon at july #spoilers #trigun #i am sure i will have maaaaaany more thoughts

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nymphoheretic · 1 year

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Hate Sex: Sexual intercourse between people who hate one another.

Synopsis: You hate the beast inside your boyfriend, but it loves your pussy. Maybe you did love it too.

Warnings: Hate sex, rough sex, mating press, creampie, slight tybw spoilers, Hollow is called Shiro to avoid any further spoilers, afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned) pet names(Toy, Queen)

Word Count: 0.7k

Pairing: Hollow Ichigo x Afab!reader

Tags: @semisgroupie @anime-nymph @evierena @natural-goddess @punchingsasukebymoonlight @spiral_flood @makaylasierra789 @thus-spoke-gee @fandomterrorist @randomveyn @sinsayah @chaotic-nick @shoutaswhore @actually-a-tampon @deputy-videogamer @kashasenpai @tokyometronetwork @bakugosbratx @awilddreamermain @monaukah @ovarysnake23 @itsjustfics @mikasavqx @animeguyswhore030208 @whatelsecouldgowrong @metalpink @megumri @mindlesschicca @cherrymangobanana @nappingwithyuuji @leoncito1503 @petalsrdead @o3o-aya @misslovingpearl @chaos-night @starry-supernova @slutforkyojuro @stygianoir @babiefwuit @shirohyorin @sailewhoremoonn @no3tis @noriken

Your body shook with each thrust the man above you gave. You hate that you were so attracted to this beast that lived inside your boyfriend. Hate how easily your body grew so needy for him when you felt the changes in Ichigo’s soft, gentle touches becoming rougher and more demanding. Hate how his chillingly warped voice echoes in your ear as he calls you his little toy.

You hate how he was using your boyfriend’s face as he spews his degrading words at you. The only way you knew this wasn’t Ichigo was the gold glow his eyes shine as he forces you to look up at him. You hate how he would lift your leg to his face and run his tongue up your calf until it reached the gold anklet Ichigo had given to you with his name on it.

Because he loves seeing the hatred burn in your eyes as he did it.

“Aww, is my little toy getting mad that I’m fucking you so deeply or that I’m messing with this.” His teeth pulls the chain taut against your skin, his insane giggles echoing through your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. “Oh?” His snaps his hips into yours, feeling you clamp down on him after he pulls on the anklet. “Does the King do this? Pulls on this little chain while fucking you in a press like so.”

He pushes your knees to your chest as he fucks into you even harder, the wet slap of his balls hitting the curve of your ass filling your ears even more. He watches with glee as you bite your lip to prevent your moans from coming out. “Don’t want me to hear them? Don’t worry the King is still sleeping. Go ahead and moan pretty f’me, yeah?”

You don’t want to do as he said, but he angles his hips so that he was putting constant pressure on the one spot that Ichigo and he both knew drives you crazy. Your body jolts as your back arches off the bed, mouth dropping open in a loud cry of the name you dubbed the beast. “Shiro!” You dig your nails into his back as he pounds into you, not once slowing down his tempo. You could feel your walls constrict around his length as the ball of heat, wound tighter and tighter inside.

“Going to cum?” He mocked his tongue slipping out to circle around a perk nipple. “Going to let the beast you hate so much fuck you so much that you can’t even speak?” He laughs again, increasing the speed of his thrusts once more, until the bed was creaking under the two of you; the headboard slamming against the wall, the tip of his cock pressing against the sweet, gooey spot. “Go on, cum for me, my pretty little toy.”

You shake your head, not wanting to give into this demon’s demands, but your body was betraying you as your thighs began to tremble, your walls spasming around his cock. “No.” You plead. You didn’t want to cum to this look-a-like’s touches. You hated him. You hated him so much. “I hate you, Shiro!” You screamed out as you gushed around his cock, squirting your juices down his shaft and balls.

He grins as he leans up and licks his lips feeling your cum coat his dick. “No, you fucking don’t. You gave me a name. You love me just as much as that pathetic excuse for a King.” His thrusts start to grow sloppy as his own high was approaching as your clenching walls attempt to milk him of his seed. “Greedy fucking cunt wants my cum, huh? Then fucking take it!” He pumps into you once, twice, three times more before he locks his hips into yours, his cock twitching within your depths.

A moan escapes from the feeling of his hot seed painting your insides in thick ropes of white. "Shiro...” you coo out, your hands coming up to cup the fine hairs on the back of his neck. “Give me back my Ichigo.”

Shiro looks at you with unblinking golden eyes as they begin to flicker to the warm amber color you fell in love with. As the hollow faded back into Ichigo’s consciousness, his voice echoes. “I’ll be back, Queen...”

©️2022 nymphoheretic - I do not give permission to copy, edit, alter, or distribute my work. Do not adverse on tiktok. Do not repost on any other platform.

#nymphomanic♡#kinktober 2022 #bleach x reader #bleach smut #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #bleach x reader smut #hichigo shirosaki #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo x reader #ichigo x y/n #bleach fic #bleach fanfic #bleach fanfiction #ichigo smut #zangetsu

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lacyscabinet · 9 months

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hi there, 1st of all, really like all your fics, they are really enjoyable!

2nd of all, i hope you still are taking requests (feel free to ignore this if not!),

may I request a good old angsty filled rollercoaster ride where it's the reader that picks out the queen card instead of Nat?

obvs reader and Nat have some kind of relationship, will leave that up to you how serious it would be!

And all giving you free reign whether the reader survives, or javi still dies for the reader (could be pretty fun if the mistyxnat situation would happen, but it would be Nat dragging reader away from saving Javi), or reader dies and gets eaten, whatever you'll feel like writing when the idea sparks♡

thank you so much in advance and have a lovely rest of the week

A/N: OMG!? thank you sm for taking the time to write such a polite and detailed request!! I love this idea and I hope you'll enjoy the one-shot I wrote!!

MASTERLIST

Warnings: literally the hunt scene from yellowjackets, basic yellowjackets warnings

Hunters and queens

It all happened so fast.

After the "accident" with Lottie and Shauna the whole cabin was concerned, Lottie was in terrible conditions and, just like everybody else, extremely undernourished.

Nat and Travis couldn't find any game even after searching and searching for miles on their long hunts.

Something had to be done.

And just like that, you all stood in a big circle inside the dimly lit living room, Van was mixing the cards, holding up the queen card and showing it to the others.

Natalie's hand tightly clasped in yours, her eyes lingering on you, while you looked back at her. Scared.

And then it all started.

Everyone took a card out of the deck, when it was Javi's turn he was trembling, picking a card, and once realized he was safe, running into his brother's arms. That made you faintly smile, happy that the poor boy was saved.

But the little glimpse of relief didn't last long, because soon, it was Natalie's turn, her hand cautiously picking up the card, you heard her take a deep breath and then, she showed it to the group, seven of diamonds.

She was safe, she was okay.

But now, it was your turn.

Like everyone else did, you took a card and the moment you turned it around to reveal your fate, an horrified expression formed on your face, silently, a tear slipped out from your eye, and even before you showed the card, Natalie knew what was coming.

The Queen of hearts.

Everyone looked at you, not sure how to proceed, that's when Shauna stepped up "Come here" she said

Before you could do anything you felt a hand on your shoulder "That's insane, you aren't going to kill her, you can't kill her" it was Natalie, her voice firm, terrified, but firm.

"Back off Nat" Shauna spat at her, Natalie simply stepped forward, keeping you behind her.

Your mind wasn't there at that moment, you were frozen on your spot, shaking. The moment Natalie was torn away from you by Van was the moment you realized that it was really the end for you

"Turn around" was the last thing you heard, paired with the feeling of a cold blade placed at your neck. The last thing you heard before a loud thud on the ground followed by yelling and shouting "Run y/n, go! It'll be alright, just run!" , Natalie.

You did as she said, slamming the door open and diving into the snow, deep into the wilderness, you could hear howling and grunting, another day your mind could've thought those were wolves, but today, that didn't even cross your mind, those were your friends, and you, were their pray.

Suddenly, while you were running, someone grabbed your forearms and steadied you, instantly, you screamed

"No no no shhhhh" Natalie shushed you, it was just her, trying to protect you like she always did "Nat..." you whispered with tears streaming down your face, she was crying too but she was also trying her best to be strong for you "I know" she tried to reassure you "Javi...he told me about this place, it's like a cave, I'm gonna bring you there" in that moment you realized that Javi was there too, looking as scared as the both of you.

Then you three ran, faster than ever, until you reached a land with no trees "We are near" Javi announced and walked in front of you and Natalie, while running her hand tightly held yours, afraid that someone could separate the two of you again.

Crack. You furrowed your brows, and one second later, just feet away from you, the surface under Javi's feet broke.

It wasn't a land, it was the lake.

"JAVI!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, yanking you hand away from Nat's and running to him.

"Hold my hand!" You yelled while offering your freezing limb to him "y/n!" He begged "Help!", your two hands clasped and in a moment of weakness, you slipped, ending up in the cold icy water.

And just like him, you were gasping for air and slowly freezing to death for what felt like forever. Then, when you were barely conscious, you were pulled away from the water and back up to the surface.

You instantly felt a pair of arms wrapping around your shaking frame and brushing your wet hair away from your face

"Javi!" You cried out, sobbing, "it's okay, shhhh, you're safe... you're safe baby" Natalie mumbled pulling you to her chest.

You looked around, the other girls were there too, but they weren't even looking at you, they took Javi out of the lake, "thank God" you thought, but then you noticed his blue skin and his wide open eyes, he was gone.

It should've been you.

You were so tired, and soon even the strength to cry left your body, so you just relaxed in your girlfriend's arms, knowing that whatever happened to Javi was your fault and your fault only.

That night everyone ate, but you didn't, you stayed in a corner by the fire, still feeling shivers all over your body and deep inside your bones, and only half of them were from the cold.

#natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio #yellowjackets #nat scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio x #natalie scatorccio x y/n #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #writers on tumblr

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ladyimaginarium · 2 years

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now you're just somebody that i used to know.

i still forget we're not even friends - trista mateer. / gangsta. - kohske. / achilles come down - gang of youths. / gangsta. - kohske. / euripides - anne carson. / anonymous - outcrying. / aleksandra waliszewska + somebody that i used to know - gotye. / willow - taylor swift. / intuition; lemonade visual poetry - beyoncé & warsan shire. / gangsta. - kohske.

for Izzy!

#web weaving.#fandom: gangsta.#im& in Pain™#QUEER YEARNING BICTH #ANYWAY I& HOPE YOU LIKE IT IZZY !!!!! 💕💕💕💕✨✨✨✨#SCREAMING CRYING SHAKING SHITTING THROWING UP RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES TO INSANITY #arcana.weaves

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mamamittens · 1 year

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Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 14)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Crew (Ft. Others) & Reader Insert

Main|First|Previous

Warnings: Yandere behavior, uh... technically but not really vore (I apologize for any PTSD flashbacks that word gives you) but really just being in the mouth of a large creature, and of course, burn related injuries. If yandere content makes you uncomfortable, please do block the tag 'oh sweet child of mine' as well as any variation of 'one piece yandere' that you feel is necessary.

Ngl, I kinda thought I was funny implying that the reader died. Oh well.

Word Count: 1,865

Marco had, on occasion, wondered if the only reason he had never experienced an ulcer or heart attack was because of his fruit.

He did not, however, consider testing that theory by racing against a literal volcano to save his hotheaded brother.

He had seen you look at him, desperately trying to communicate a single word to him.

Run.

He’d already started to dive down to cut off whatever insane stunt you were about to pull when you reached your arm back and pressed it against Akainu’s jacket. The marine looking down at you in shock. If you said something else, he didn’t register it.

Decades as a pirate on the Grand Line, and even he struggled to mentally piece together the next thirty seconds.

He saw Ace. He was definitely reaching down to grab him while Akainu was distracted.

Then what seemed like the literal gates of hell was thrown open. Heat so strong he felt fire in his lungs as he was thrown through the air, Ace clutched in his talons by mere seconds. The world tumbling and spinning as he was spat out of a cloud of smoke so thick he thought he closed his eyes if it wasn’t for the burning in them. Wings thrashing to regain balance, healing several times over as he struggled to remain airborne under his own power.

Ace was spitting and coughing, clutching Marco’s legs as he gasped for air long after Marco managed to stabilize them.

Marco could only circle what was once a relatively normal island in horror.

Roughly around where they were just moments ago was a caldera, bubbling magma still erupting forth with plumes of toxic gas. The land flattened and carved away from the force, cracks spilling more lava outward. Boats were capsized at the docks and at sea where people ran once the fight started, the people screaming as the water rushed back to claim the space it had once occupied. With force.

The ocean rushed back over the island, spilling into the magma pit and burying it in water. Gas boiling up. After several moments, the water returned to it’s normal level at the ruined shoreline. The pit now a boiling lake. If Akainu had still been there… he was dead now.

Marco dropped several feet as the realization sank in.

You were probably dead too.

Marco looked around desperately across the water, trying to see you clinging to a boat or people. Anything. But there was nothing but chaotic waves and people sighing in relief that it was over. You were gone.

Marco let out a low, sad trill, leaning down to brush his beak in Ace’s hair, nipping his ear to console the young man before starting a much more sedate flight to the nearest inhabited island. Ace clutching his talons as he sobbed, his tears falling to the sea.

--*--

It was dark. Dark and humid. A low buzzing sound vibrating your beaten body as you breathed shallowly. Everything hurt. You could only lay on the weirdly soft, wet thing. Struggling to breath. The taste of sea salt and rancid fish permeating your skin.

There was a high keen, probably from yourself, and the floor seemed to lurch. The buzzing intensified as light spilled in. You clenched your eyes shut as the sound of the ocean overwhelmed you. Fresh air spilling in with the cry of seagulls.

After a long moment orientating yourself, you opened your eyes again.

You were in a mouth.

You were in a mouth!

Laying in a sad, wet pile on a tongue with front row seats to rows and rows of sharp teeth. At least, you assumed they were teeth. Your glasses were gone so it looked more like fingers. You scrambled to sit up but your body screamed out in agony, forcing you to lay there instead.

“W-W-What…?” You murmured.

“Maaaaooooo~! Maaaaoooo~! Mao!” The cry echoed around you, your overstimulated body protesting the cheery vibrations. Despite the pain, you grinned. Eyes watering as you sobbed in relief.

“M-Mao! B-Baby! You saved me!” You laughed, crying as the movement pulled on your injuries… well, everywhere. “You saved me… C-Can you take me to an island, baby? I-I need help. You—you did so good clever baby but I’m not o-out of the woods yet.” You panted, body protesting any attempt to get comfortable as Mao closed their mouth back. The buzzing vibrations rolling out as you felt them speed up.

You closed your eyes and tried to rest. Resolutely ignoring how you planned to get help. Walking… was probably out of the question.

Thankfully, Mao had planned for that.

Their mouth opened back up to panicked screams.

“H-Holy fuck! It’s going to eat us!” Light spilled in as Mao’s tongue moved out slowly.

“I-It’s tasting the air for our scent!”

“By the seas, what is it doing?!”

“I-I don’t want to die like this!”

“?!”

“Wait! What the fuck?! What the fuck?!”

“I-Is that a person?! On it’s tongue?! A warning?!” You shivered as a cool breeze swept over you.

“A-Ah… is it… getting them help?”

“Let me just… uh… nice sea king?” You hissed as hands slowly swept under you. “Easy there, you’re in rough shape if even a sea king won’t eat you.”

“M-Mao’s a precious baby!” You protested with a pained gasp as you were lifted up into steady arms. “I-Isn’t that right, clever baby?”

“Mmmmmaaaoooo~! Maaooo~!” You opened your eyes and saw only smears of pinks and blues. Giggling dizzily as you collapsed into the stranger’s arms.

“Bbbbbaaaabbbyyy~!”

“I think they’ve been fried.” Someone whispered.

You only chuckled, eyes sliding closed as you passed out.

You came to wrapped up like a mummy, burns and cuts treated with an IV in your arm for fluids. Yeah, after all that fire and lava, you were probably pretty dehydrated. Your clothes had to be tossed, replaced with a simple shirt and loose pants. Marine neckerchief reduced to little more than a rag, though the iron bracelet was still firmly in place—it had even given you some burns from being heated up. Your host was a lovely young couple who ran an inn. A local doctor checking in on you every day for the past week.

You were quite a ways from Banaro island now. Several islands over, in fact. Mao had dropped you into the arms of a fishing vessel that quickly left the devastated area due to the lack of fish and excess amount of toxic ash.

You still didn’t have any glasses, so you were fairly useless in helping out around the inn for the trouble while you healed up. Instead keeping the wife company at the front desk. Thankfully, the bandages had been dialed down compared to when you woke up. Now just wrapping up your arms, hands, and legs. You did have a sunburn though, considering what you escaped, you called it good.

You rubbed your eyes a little, laying your head on the desk as you rattled the little bit of chain left in the air. At the very least, you wanted to get rid of the damn thing. Bolt cutters or something. Laying on it bruised your wrist and it was starting to rust up your bandages from sheer damage.

“Oh! Hello! Are you here for a room?” You sighed, wondering when the news coo would finally deliver a paper to inform you if Marco and Ace survived.

A gentle hand steadied your arm and the sound of metal breaking broke the silence. You shot up in surprise as the bracelet clattered to the desk, ripped clean in half.

Shocked, you looked back, eyes squinting furiously as you tried to make sense of the shapes. Tan skin color smear with a dash of orange at the top. A tan redhead? The hand reached out to your face, ignoring how you flinched backwards.

As the calloused hand cupped your cheek, you sensed a devil fruit for the first time since Banaro.

Cinnamon and campfire. Laughter and smoky night skies.

“You’re alive…”

“You made it!” You both whispered at the same time. You laughed, tears falling as you blindly leapt forward to hug him. “Ace!” You cried, body protesting harshly to your relieved affections. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears fall despite how it burned your eyes.

Strong arms carefully wrapped around your body, rubbing over the fabric and bandages like he couldn’t believe it. His body jerking as your shoulder grew wet.

Birdsong and incense. Fireworks at twilight.

Another hand brushed your cheeks, wiping away your tears and blue fire popped over your body weakly.

Laughing louder, you opened your eyes to find Marco in front of you, gently pressing his forehead against yours. Blue eyes red with tears as he chuckled.

“Found you.”

You reached out and tugged him closer, sniffling as he joined the tearful reunion.

“Y-Yeah. You did.”

Even weakened as you were, the close contact with Marco’s fruit eased your pained body. Fire flickering through your bandages every few seconds like a dying flame.

“We’re taking you home.” Ace promised into your shirt. “Everyone was worried sick. Thatch almost broke out of the med bay to go with us.”

Your breath hitched.

“…He’s alive?” You asked softly. Marco chuckled, kissing your temple.

“Yeah. He’s tough like that.” Marco shifted but didn’t let go of Ace nor yourself. “Have you been taking care of them?”

“U-Uh, yes! Well, Doctor Mills has been watching over them too, but they’ve been resting here for a week now.” Your hostess answered in shock.

“Thank you. We almost skipped this island to go straight back to Oyaji. But Ace convinced me to rest more. We’ve both been ran ragged for months. We’ll compensate you but… can we get a room to rest in? Just one. We can share a bed I just… we’ve had too many close calls recently.” Marco asked. You snorted a little.

More amused than anything else, you wondered how much of that request was to ensure you didn’t try to run off.

It was hard to get either of them to let go long enough to collapse in a large bed. Marco and Ace deliberately making sure you were in the middle as they carefully inspected your injuries. Marco pressing his flames into what seemed worse off. Already you felt leagues better than before. You yawned, rolling your eyes as Ace poked at the bruises on your wrist from the chain. You pulled him down and wrapped your arms around his chest, satisfied that you barely felt a twinge from the movement.

After a moment, Marco laid down too, bringing the blanket over your shoulder and tucking his chin over your head.

“We have a lot to talk about.” Marco whispered into your hair. You hummed sleepily.

“I know… hey, Marco?”

“Yeah?”

“… I’m glad my stupid gamble paid off.” There was a huff of air at the back of your head. “I’m glad you’re both okay. I thought Admiral Akainu was going to kill you.”

“You’re grounded for a year when we get back.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“How lenient.”

“Don’t push it.”

#one piece yandere #platonic yandere #yandere whitebeard crew #yandere ace #yandere marco #oh sweet child of mine #reader insert #healing cuddle pile before setting off to go back home

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did+hpd+comorbid cluster b culture is crying screaming shitting throwing up going fucking feral & running around in circles to insanity

#hpd culture is #hpd + did culture is #hpd + cdd culture is #hpd system culture is #actually histrionic #histrionic pd #histrionic personality disorder #honestly histrionic #hpd #actually hpd #cluster b #honestlyhistrionic #cluster b pds #did #dissociative identity disorder #did system #cdd #cdd system #complex dissociative disorder

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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Im having thots abt our fave giant getting railed by Cirrus while Rain OR Dew is sittin on his giant cock to keep him warm and if Mountys a good boy then he gets to cum in his cock warmer

ASLFASHD.

Mountain's drifting. The bed below him is soft. Dew is draped warmly over his chest. Cirrus has stopped thrusting, she's all the way inside of him, deep, grinding her hips against his as Dew purrs against Mountain's neck. Mountain can feel the vibrations in his cock. Dew and Cirrus are far too calm for all of this sensation. Mountain feels like he's losing his mind, and they're calm. Slow. Relaxed even. Cirrus rolling her hips in slow circles. Dragging her biggest toy over Mountain's prostate with each pass. Mountain digs his fingers into the bedsheets--the only place he's allowed to put his hands. He's dying to put them on Dew's hips. To lift the little ghoul and spear him on his cock over and over again until Dew screams with it. Instead, Dew just rolls his hips a little--not enough to give Mountian any real stimulation, but enough to grind the head of Dew's leaking cock against Mountain's belly. Precum catching in his happy trail. Dew's tail is wrapped around Cirrus' wrist. Mountain's is curled around his own thigh where he was told to put it. He closes his eyes, tries to breathe through his nose. He rides the wave of sensation. Tries to be good. Tries to allow himself to feel without preamble. To lean into the way it feels to be full. To have the tight squeeze of Dew's ass on his cock. To enjoy it all without trying to chase an orgasm. Just to enjoy his partners and what they're offering. But every time Dew clenches down on his cock Mountain has to resist the urge to thrust up into him. To grab him and hold him still while he jackhammers into him. Dew chuckles against Mountain's neck. He licks along the line of Mountain's pulse then latches onto his jaw with his teeth. Cirrus tuts. "Dewdrop," she chides. Dew huffs, hot breath puffing over Mountain's cheek but he lets go, jaw releasing. He shifts, sitting upright. Mountain opens his eyes to look at them both.

Dew's leaning back against Cirrus' chest now, her chin hooked over his shoulder. She kisses his cheek, nuzzles against him as she draws out and slips back in, giving Mountain her first real thrust in what feels like hours. His whole body lights up with it. Her ruby-painted lips tip upwards, she smiles at him.

"You think he's been good, Dewy?" Dew snorts, turning mischievous eyes to Cirrus. "Could be better." Mountain wants to say something. To put a good word in for himself. But Dew and Cirrus choose that moment to move, both of them. A strategic push and pull that drives nothing from Mountain's lungs except for a whine. He digs his fingers into the bedsheets. His thighs, pinned back with Cirrus' hands and his own tail, shake. "Please," he whispers finally. A word he's been holding back for a while. Breaking ragged through his teeth. It hurts on the way out. A plea he can't bare to keep in any longer. He could cry with it. Dew rolls his hips and Mountain can't believe how close he is already just from this. Just from actual stimulation after so long without. He's going insane from it. Building rapid and tight in his gut. "Dew--hang on. I'm going to cum if you keep doing this," Mountain warns. Dew laughs at him. Leaning further back on Cirrus' body, putting Mountain's cock right where he wants it inside of him. Eyes rolling back as he does. Dew's cock, flushed and slick drags over his own stomach, leaving a trail of wetness that Mountain wants to run his fingers through, wants to taste.

"Not my problem," Dew says, trying to sound nonchalant despite his breathlessness. "Cirrus--please." Mountain expects Cirrus to chide Dew again. To get him to stop. Instead, she chuckles. She presses a kiss to Dew's temple. Mountain feels her next thrust in his teeth. "He's not going to stop until he's done," Cirrus warns Mountain. Like that's supposed to help. Like knowing she and Dew are going to overstimulate him until he cries can stop his impending orgasm. Dew clenches down, he turns his face to the side to nuzzle against Cirrus as he groans. Curling a hand up to card into her dark hair. Mountain wants to touch. He wants to tweak one of Dew's nipple rings. He wants to haul Cirrus to kiss her--taste her. Cirrus turns her head and catches Dew in a kiss that makes Mountain groan. He can see the filthy slide of their tongues together. "Wait--wait--oh no. Don't. I can't. I'm gonna--" Mountain can't get the rest of it out as his orgasm rips through him. His hands are off the bed, grabbing at Dew's hips before he realizes he's broken the rules. Holding the fire ghoul tight to his hips as he spills deep inside of him. Dew groans, he pulls away from Cirrus lips, her lipstick staining his mouth at the corners. Dew reaches down to pull Mountain's white-knuckled fingers away from his hips. Mountain drops back into the bed, aftershocks still rolling through him, cock kicking as Dew clenches down on him. "Better not get soft," Dew hisses. "Don't worry, Dewy," Cirrus says, voice dipping darker. Angling her hips so the head of the toy presses tight against his prostate. Mountain keens. "I'll make sure he doesn't."

#comet writes #ficlet #chi ♥#Dew/Cirrus/Mountain #Cirrus Ghoulette #Dewdrop Ghoul #Mountain Ghoul #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction

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heartsforsserafim · 9 months

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Wonderland

pairing ; lee siyeon x lee yubin

genre ; smut

tw ; light bdsm, orgasm denial, pet names, jealousy, bratting, crying, slapping, degrading

request? ; yes!

promt ; siyeon gets tired of yubin bratting so she gives her what she wants or siyeon gets jealous and fucks yubin

(...)

Today was an even day, meaning they had the day off and finally yubin and siyeon can do something they haven't in a while. But, today yubin wanted to try something new. She wanted to make her mad to see how far she goes, siyeon is normally a soft dom to the younger girl. So she wanted to test her limits, starting off with a reveling outfit.

Now of course, that doesn't do much, siyeon allows the girl to wear what she wants but dami knows the way her members look when she has on clothes like that. Nonetheless, she wore the clothes and went into the living room.

Meeting the eyes of her fellow members, "Hi good morning" she said and sat directly onto yoohyeon's lap. The poor girl was so red she had to go run her face under cold water, "Yah yubin change your clothes" siyeon said once she saw her clothes

"Thought you liked seeing me dressed like this" dami said, with a rather moking tone. The older girl just clenched her jaw to prevent saying something in front of their eldest member. Siyeon just sat down next to sua and everyone began watching tv.

Yoohyeon was gone for a good amount of the movie but her face was so flushed when she came back, her hair was decently a mess too but they weren't gonna worry about that. Time passed and the movie ended, yubin was sad siyeon didn't try anything so she knew that she needed to take it up a notch.

She grabbed Gahyeon's hand and took the girl into her bedroom, "Do you know anyway i could possibly make siyeon jealous?" "O-oh uhm.." gahyeon's face was decently red, yubin's cleavage was on full display to the younger. "come on, hurry"

"i think i have something that'll benefit us both" yubin looked at her questioning, before realizing what the younger meant. The two girls went into her makeup, and matched one another's lipstick and made marks with it. Ruffling up gahyeon's hair, dami sprayed some of her perfume she wore that day on her.

"alright, we're all set. let's go" they were in the room long enough for someone to believe something happened, and did they. "Oh god" Jiu said once she saw the two girls walk out of the room. Of course they pulled them over and asked what type of trouble they were trying to get into.

Yubin said the truth and Jiu just nodded and took gahyeon away. Siyeon soon reappeared from outside, and saw the marks on yubin. That unlocked something in her and she grabbed her wrist and took the girl into the room.

"So you want me, hm? That's why you've been acting out isn't it" siyeon said, while tying the girl up..Chaining her wrist to the bed rails, her ankles as well. She tied her eyes with a silk scarf, and she removed the youngers clothes.

Yubin felt a sting on her thigh, "Ah!" she screamed out, siyeon hushed the girl. Before slapping her thigh once more, her milky thighs are now red. This went on until the pain turned to pleasure, and dami began to ruin the sheets. "Look at you, getting off from just being punished. God you're so pathetic"

Siyeon took her hands over to yubin's pussy and began rubbing small circles into the girl's clit. She was quick to react, automatically grinding along her movements. Siyeon pulled her fingers away, before rubbing down to her cunt. Dami's shallow moans could be heard

Siyeon placed a digit inside the girl and began pumping, dami wanted more though. "M-more~" she said, "No take what i give you or you get nothing" yubin nodded and allowed the older girl to use her body. siyeon would occasionally place another digit in and fuck the girl insanely fast but she'd pull it out.

yubin felt her orgasm coming, her cunt getting tighter around the older girl. Right before shs got her release the sensation stopped, siyeon pulled out and sat there. Yubin whined, "Please let me cum" siyeon chuckled before her eyes went dark. "No princess"

and once again, siyeon inserted a finger into the girl, dami was loud already. But the older girl loved the way she'd scream her name out, and therefore she added two more fingers. Filling dami up so much the girl could've came right there. But she didn't, she obeyed and held it.

So much pleasure was going through her body, siyeon was marking her neck and left a few on the tits. She used her other hand to stimulate the girl's clit, it didn't take much for dami to get close again but like any other time, she eged her.

~decently terrible time skip~

yubin was still laying here, crying because she hasn't gotten to cum. It's been an hour and the girl is still using her body. "W-wanna cum" siyeon had her so mindfucked it was cute to the older. "You did so well for me today" she said and put three fingers inside the younger girl's cunt. Already pumping fast, her fingers rubbing circles into the girl's clit. yubin's hips were grinding into the older girl's movements, god did she love when siyeon was rough. A while later the girl's legs shook violently as she thrashed into the bed. Her orgasm takes her over completely, she was moaning siyeon's name as the girl slowly thrust her fingers in and out.

She was quick to sleep after finishing and siyeon knew she had a lot to explain so hurried and cleaned before walking out. Expecting the scold of a lifetime from Jiu.

#kpop #girl group smut #kpop smut #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher smut #dami dreamcatcher #siyeon dreamcatcher

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