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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 3 months

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Sex pollen!Bucky Barnes one shot

What a weird night. Another mission blowing up an old Hydra base, ransacking it for information before the explosion. You and Bucky had been scouring emptied shelves and desks. All computers and hard drives had already been wiped clean. As you explored you found a lone flower in a pot, sitting in the middle of an exam table in an abandoned lab.

“What is this?” you wondered out loud, walking closer to the flower but not daring to touch it. It looked otherworldly, a color that you could only describe as indigo with iridescent anthers that seemed to glow as you came closer. You took a picture and sent it to headquarters. A video call quickly came back within seconds of you sending the picture.

“Hey Shuri, what am I looking at?” you asked.

“DON’T TOUCH IT! GET AWAY FROM IT!” she yelled, her eyes bulging through the screen. You quickly stepped back, staring at it in fear.

“What the hell is going on? What is it?”

“We don’t have a name for it here on earth, the only way I can describe it is an alien aphrodisiac. The anthers on it will shoot out a dust that will make the one who breathes it extremely aroused to the point that if they don’t…copulate quickly it could cause dangerously high heart palpitations, abdominal pain, even psychotic breaks. It can severely hurt or even kill you.”

“An alien aphrodisiac?” you asked dumbly, staring at the flower again. It was beautiful, and you could feel a strange pull to go up to it and desire to touch it. Thankfully you had some sense of self-preservation. “Okay, what do we do with it?”

“Just get out of there and blow the place. The explosion should be enough to kill the plant. I don’t know how Hydra was able to get one, but there’s a reason they left it behind.”

“Jesus, okay, we’re on it. I’ll report back soon,” you ended the call then tried to get hold of Bucky. “Buck, can you hear me?” you said, hitting the earbud in your ear. Nothing. You left the room, walking down the corridor to another side of the base to try to get a better signal.

“Bucky, do you read me?” you called more loudly. You heard nothing but static. “Dammit,” you grumbled. You tried your phone since you’d been able to get hold of Shuri. After two rings he answered the video call.

“Hey doll, where are you?” he asked, a strange glowing behind him. Your eyes widened at the color of the glow.

“Buck, where are you?”

He turned, showing the lab you were just in. “This old lab, there’s this weird looking flower in here, we should probably bag it up and bring it in for testing,” he said, reaching a hand out to the flower.

“Bucky NO!” you screamed at your phone, already running back down the corridor.

It was too late. A large puff of indigo dust poofed from the flower’s anthers, surrounding Bucky and making him cough violently. By the time you reached the lab he was on his knees, dry heaving as the dust seemed to magically disappear into his skin.

“Shit,” you swore, running in and pulling him away from the flower. “We have to get out of here. Did you set all the charges?”

Bucky was unresponsive, still coughing and holding his stomach as he tripped over his feet as you dragged him out of the room. You grunted as you pulled him along back down the corridor, his arm hung over your shoulder.

“Come on Buck, stay with me,” you reached a hand up and grabbed his chin to make him focus on you. “Did you set the charges?!”

“Yeah,” cough, “yeah I got it,” his arm around your shoulder seemed to tighten as he doubled over in pain, his face getting dangerously close to yours, like he was nuzzling your cheek with his nose. “What the fuck was that thing?”

“Ugh, I’ll explain once we’re out,” you ignored his close proximity, pulling him through the halls until you finally found the entrance, quickly loading yourselves into the quinjet. As you placed him into a chair and buckled him in you noticed a sheen of sweat along his hairline. You gingerly placed a hand on his forehead. He was burning up. “Shit,” you swore again. When you turned away to start the jet Bucky groaned.

“Don’t, don’t leave me,” Bucky begged, his eyes screwed shut. His metal hand was warping the arm of the chair.

“I’m right here, Buck, just gotta get us in the air,” you placate him, getting the jet moving then turning to him again. “Where’s the remote for the charges?”

Bucky shifted in his seat, reaching towards his pants pocket but fumbling as his fingers trembled. You quickly reached down and dipped your hand into his pocket. Bucky moaned loudly as you touched him so close to his cock, which you just noticed was straining against his pants. He still had the sense to look embarrassed as your eyes flashed to his face when he moaned, but you pretended like nothing happened as you took the remote and once you were a good distance away detonated the charges. A loud boom reverberated as you flew away, taking out the base and the alien flower.

As you sank into the other chair and took a breath you called Shuri again.

“Shuri, it’s done, but we have a bit of a problem,” you started when her face showed up on the screen.

“Oh please don’t say what I think you’re going to say,” she pleaded, looking worried.

“Bucky wasn’t with me when I called you, so he didn’t know to stay away from the flower, and by the time I tried calling him there was no reception so I wasn’t able to tell him before he got too close to it. It blew right in his face and now he’s–”

“Ungh!” Bucky moaned again, his flesh hand palming himself through his pants. “What is this? God, it burns everywhere!”

“Oh Bast,” Shuri swore. “What are his symptoms?”

You stood back up, walking over to Bucky as he writhed in his chair. “Sweating profusely, high temperature, abdominal pains…hey Buck, open your eyes, look at me,” you directed him. He quickly responded to your voice, his eyes looking wild as he stared at you. “Pupils are dilated, and uh, well, some major arousal from what I can see,” you finished quickly, looking away from his debauched gaze.

“Damn, and it all started immediately upon breathing in the dust?” Shuri asked quickly, her body turned towards a screen that she was typing on.

“Yes, he was choking and dry heaving on it, and it seemed to, I don’t know, seep into his skin? It was crazy,” you rushed out. You felt a tug on your shirt, looking down and seeing Bucky’s metal fingers pulling on the hem of your shirt, trying to pull you closer to him. “And now he’s trying to touch me,” you stated plainly.

Shuri sighed, turning away from the screen she was looking at. “There’s nothing else that can help him. He needs to have sex as soon as possible or else he will get worse and worse until his heart or mind gives out. And seeing how much his mind has gone through in the last 80 years, you don’t have much time,” she remarked gravely. “I’m sorry I don’t have any better answers for you. This is something that we’ve never had to deal with before.”

You sighed, feeling Bucky’s fingers grab onto your thigh and pull you closer to him. “I get it, Shuri, thanks. Just…turn off the cameras and speakers for the jet, please?”

Shuri nodded with a pitiful smile on her face. “You got it, good luck.”

You hung up your phone and set it on the other pilot chair. You glanced back at Bucky and saw him crying as his metal fingers dug into your thigh. “Oh Buck, it’s okay,” you sank down onto your knees in front of him, your fingers wiping his tears.

He sniffed hard. “No, it’s not. This isn’t okay. I didn’t want it like this, this doesn’t give either of us a choice,” he cried, his metal fingers now rubbing the back of your neck. He didn’t seem to have control over what his hands were doing as his flesh hand pushed harshly against his cock. “It’s not fair.”

You nodded, “You��re right, it’s not fair, it’s not right. But I’m not going to let you die. It’s okay,” you reached your hand up and cupped his cheek again with your palm, which he happily hung his head into. “You’re my best friend, my mission partner, and I’m not going to lose you to some alien fucking flower. I want to help you, do you hear me?”

Bucky looked in your eyes deeply, looking for any hesitation. He didn’t find it. “Buck, I want to,” you reassured him resolutely. “I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear. He ripped the seat buckle off of him and stood quickly, pulling you up harshly from the floor and towards the back of the quinjet where there were a couple of rooms for resting. He picked the one with the bigger bed and shoved you through the door. As much as this situation was dire, you were also secretly excited. The feelings you’d tamped down as a childish crush were now coming full front as you peeled your mission suit off, kicking your boots off to a corner and then helping him get out of all the buckles and straps on his outfit. Once you were both naked he wasted no time in cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. The kiss was desperate, his fingers digging into the softness of your cheeks, his lips moving against yours then biting your lower lip. You gasped and he took his opportunity to stick his tongue in your open mouth, tasting your tongue and swirling it with his. His hands quickly traveled down your body, feeling his way over each hill and valley of your curves, settling his flesh hand on your breast, tweaking the nipple making you moan, and his metal hand kneading your ass. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Bucky picked you up and heaved the both of you onto the mattress, gently seating himself between your legs. His hard cock was nestled against your stomach, the contact making him rut against you. He grunted as you bit his lip in return, another thrust against your core making you arch your back. He slipped his flesh hand between your bodies and felt around your lower lips, feeling the slick already building up. He moaned at how wet you were for him, using some of that slick on his thumb to bring it to your clit and rub you. You arched again, your hips thrashing as he flicked your clit and rubbed you harshly.

“Gotta get you ready for me,” he murmured, looking down at you and watching as he dipped two fingers into your pussy while his thumb kept busy on your clit. The fill of his fingers made you moan loudly, your mouth dropping open and hands digging into the sheets below you. He pumped his fingers lazily, his thumb doing all the work. You could feel the orgasm coming embarrassingly quickly, your hips gyrating against his hand.

“Oh god, Buck, I’m gonna cum, ungh,” your breath hitched as he flicked harder. The snap in your core was sudden, a yelp falling from your lips as you came on his fingers. He let you ride out the orgasm and the aftershocks, pulling his fingers out gently then bringing them up to his mouth and sucking on your juices. His eyes rolled back in his head as he licked his fingers clean. The scene almost made you cum again.

“Fuck, you taste divine, doll,” he growled. “Next time I’m gonna eat you out and pull as many orgasms from you as I can with my mouth.”

“Next time?” you breathed.

Bucky nodded as he shifted his hips and gripped his cock, lining himself up with your pussy. “Yeah, next time. Been wanting you for so long, doll. Although this isn’t the way I wanted it,” he paused as he pushed in slowly, making you gasp, “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. Jesus, you’re tight!”

Your hands gripped his biceps, fingernails digging into his flesh arm. You tried to relax as he pushed slowly, trying to let you adjust even though you could tell he was struggling to go slow. The sweat was almost pouring off him now, his pupils dilated so much that his eyes looked almost completely black, his temperature even hotter than before. You worried that if he didn’t cum soon he’d pass out. He was trying to be careful, but he didn’t need careful, he needed relief.

“Buck,” you whined, swiveling your hips. He buckled as you moved, falling to his elbows above you. “Move, please. Just use me, honey. I can take it.”

“No,” Bucky grunted, “I don’t want to use you. You deserve better.”

“I know, hun, I know, but that’s not what you need right now. I need you to take me, please,” you ran your fingers through his hair then gripped it harshly, pulling his head up to look at you. He whimpered at your rough treatment, his eyes widening. “Fuck me, Bucky. Fuck me hard.”

His eyes seemed to glaze over as they narrowed at your words. His brow furrowed with determination as he moved himself to a different position, holding up your hips and lifting your legs over his hips. “Yes, doll,” he answered through gritted teeth. He then thrust into you violently, causing you to scream. He set a punishing pace, savagely driving himself into you as he chased his high. All you could do was hold on, your fingers grasping the sheets or his arms. You could feel the building orgasm in the pit of your pelvis as he hit your g-spot over and over. As your pussy fluttered around him he suddenly twisted you around, still inside you as he flipped you to your front and rutted into you from behind. The sound of skin slapping skin and gasping breaths filled the cabin as you moaned, trying to keep your hips up as he drilled you into the mattress.

“Bucky, oh baby, yes!” you cried, tears starting to form in your eyes. The new position made him reach even further inside you, making you see stars with each thrust. Your peak kept getting higher and higher until you finally fell, screaming his name as you came around him. Bucky shuddered as you came, your pussy convulsing around his cock, making him cum with a shout. He kept thrusting into you as he pumped you full of his cum, mumbling your name repeatedly. The flower dust had made him so incredibly horny that he kept cumming more than he normally would, making a mess as it overflowed from your pussy to the mattress below.

You both stilled as you calmed down from your highs, more dribbling out of you as you tried to regain your breathing. Bucky slowly pulled out, a squelching noise coming from your pussy as you both groaned, more cum dripping from your aching hole. You fell onto the mattress, your legs periodically shaking and arms splayed above your head. Bucky laid on the mattress next to you, breathing heavily.

After a few moments you shifted to your side facing Bucky. His eyes were closed, his mouth open as he breathed, his hair matted to his forehead from all the sweating. You reached out and moved some of his wet hair from his eyes. His eyes fluttered open at the feeling of your fingers. He looked at you with shining eyes, looking thoroughly fucked. You giggled at him, and he gave you a lopsided smile back.

“You feel better?” you asked slyly.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “Thank you, doll. I’m sorry I put you in this position,” he started, moving to his side to face you as well.

“Buck, it’s okay–”

“Will you go out with me?” he asked hurriedly. You blinked as your mind caught up to what he said. He watched you carefully as you processed what was happening.

“Yeah,” you smiled softly, closing the distance between you and kissing his cheek. It was very innocent considering you were both still naked. He smiled and took your free hand in his, giving your fingers a squeeze then bringing them to his lips and gave them a kiss.

“I know it’s too early, but um, I love you,” he confessed. “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

Your smile widened, your hand squeezing his hand back. “I love you, too, Buck. Probably too much.”

Bucky recoiled, “What do you mean too much? How could you love this,” he gestured to his body, “too much?”

You doubled over in laughter, slapping his chest as you straightened out after a minute. “You’ve been hanging out with Sam too much,” you laughed, wiping your eyes.

He laughed along with you, grimacing at the sound of Sam’s name. “Please don’t say Sam’s name while you’re naked in bed with me. It just doesn’t feel right.”

You laughed again, this time trying to stifle it behind your hand. “Okay, I’m sorry…Barnes,” you teased him. His eyes narrowed at you. “Or should I call you James?” he minutely shook his head. “Okay, how about…Sergeant?” His eyes widened. “Oooh, did I find a kink?” you giggled. “How about, sir?”

Bucky pounced on you, encircling you in his arms and tickling your sides. You squirmed against him as you screamed his name.

“That’s right, doll, that’s what I want to hear. You screaming my name,” he growled in your ear as he let up on the tickling. “Just Bucky is fine.”

“Haha, okay, okay…Bucky,” you said his name sensually.

Bucky moaned, rolling his eyes. “Don’t start, or else we’re never leaving this cabin.”

“Who said I was ready to leave?” you teased him again, your fingers scratching down his chest. His hips jutted forward as you flicked his nipples lightly.

“Okay, you asked for it,” he warned.

#sex pollen #oneshot #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #smut

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lakeshor · 2 years

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The first guy who ever made a move on me did it at the museum of archaeology while I was trying to admire a fresco. I hate him for that. Don’t fucking touch me while I’m learning about Pompeii.

#in the pottery wing I was like ‘omg how did they get this iridescent sheen on this glass?’ and he was like ‘idk’#well fucking GOOGLE it dude or at LEAST find me a fucking PLAQUE to read you useless fuck

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styllwaters · 5 months

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KNIGHT DEITIES

It's been a hot minute since I posted Vivere 44 art. Been intensely busy with school for the past few months but now that I've graduated I've got a lot of time to kill! Since the Knights post surpassed 1k notes I figured I may as well elaborate on them more. I'm so blown away by how much love they're getting already! Thank you all <3

I'm gonna talk a bit about Mountain and Plains Knight religions, mythology and a snippet of evolutionary history. I will cover Polar Knight religions in another post. The focus is on two gods in particular, Uwet-Jana and Kiraiarik.

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Uwet-Jana is the demigod of good health, vitality, and inner balance. In some regions they are also the god of fertility. The name of their Host is Uwetsil, and their Helmet is Serrjana. Mainly worshiped by Mountain cultures, Uwet-Jana takes the form of a Knight whose Host and Helmet are physically merged into a singular being.

Kiraiarik [pronounced ki-rai-ah-rik] is the personification of the host-helmet symbiotic relationship. They are the god of symbiosis, rebirth, and love. Kiraiarik was the name given to two immortal partners, a Host and a Helmet, who began as a singular being born to the sea in Ettera’s prehistoric era. Ettera decided to make them Two, one half (the Helmet) ruling over the sea and the other (the Host) having domain over the land. The story goes that in every form they take, they try to find each other - for their body remembers being One.

Both gods have lots of lore to their name. Further information below!

UWET-JANA

Uwet-Jana's Host body has long spines and red stripes like a Pike, and long fingerlike paws like a Helmet's manipulators. The Helmet section sports two long horns and elegant facial markings. Uwet-Jana has an iridescent sheen on their golden fur, catching the rays of the sun in a shimmering glow.

The story of Uwet-Jana is as follows: Both Uwetsil and Serrjana were born as runts, in a dark time when sickly Knights were seen as curses and not worth caring for. Their Order, believing them to be bad omens, cast them out to wander the tundra alone. They believed that the natural forces of Ettera (the Knight’s homeplanet) would quickly end them. However, Ettera took pity on the castaway, sending them three blessings. The first gift was a bone with marrow inside that ensured one is never hungry or thirsty again. Then, Ettera sent a warm, sweet wind into Uwet-Jana’s lungs which warded off all sickness and disease. Finally, a sun shower fell, the rains cleansing them and blessing them with a coat made of ivory and gold.

Transformed into a demigod with a hybrid body, Uwet-Jana was offered a place among the deities in the sky - but they refused, preferring to stay on the ground to share their gift with the mortals. Unbeknownst to them, their Order who had exiled them was struck by three curses from the Gods to mirror Uwet-Jana’s blessings: all the rivers in the area dried up and all their hunts were unsuccessful, leaving them with no food or water. Infections and diseases picked them off one by one, and a great storm ravaged the land, destroying their home and all remaining survivors. Uwet-Jana now blesses Knight Orders who take care of their sick and ailing members, and ignores those who don’t, leaving them to the wrath of the Gods.

Although they are nomadic and always on the move, many Mountain Orders will refuse to leave any sick members behind. They may also keep ivory statues of Uwet-Jana in their bags as a token of good fortune. Sometimes these statues are filled with bone marrow, or have holes which make a whistling sound as wind passes through it as a reference to Ettera’s gifts. Occasionally Pike Helmets are born with an extra long ‘horn’ spike, and are considered a child/reincarnation of Uwet-Jana. Additionally, whenever it rains while the sun is still shining, it is seen as a blessing from the demigod.

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KIRAIARIK

Kiraiarik's Host is depicted as a small creature with a striped pelt to mirror its ancestral form, and the Helmet as an aquatic beast with long, trailing red fins. It is frequently shown twisting around the Host, sharing its blood. Kiraiarik is also often simplified as two disembodied eyes looking at each other. (And yes, the artstyle is a nod to medieval depictions of heraldic beasts!)

To understand Kiraiarik, one must be aware of how much Plains religions are intrinsically tied to concepts of evolution and paleontology.

Digression on the origins of Etteran symbiosis:

Large stretches of Plains Knight deserts and scrublands were once submerged beneath the sea. As a result, there are countless fossil hotspots which have been unearthed over the centuries. These high concentrations of fossilised remains have lead to Plains cultures basing their religions around said discoveries. Although many features have been warped, the general timelines are strikingly similar.

For instance, a mass extinction event occurred on Ettera millions of years ago, caused by a series of catastrophic volcanic eruptions on a worldwide scale. This event is known in Plains culture as The Remaking, traditionally interpreted as the planet shedding its skin. Many species were decimated, but some groups survived; these happened to be phyla who possessed an exposed ‘Interfacer’ organ, a precursor to the specialised Integrator organ which connects the Host’s brain to the Helmet’s. Before The Remaking, there was no prior record of the deep symbiotic connection which Knights possess (scientifically deemed ‘Hyperadvanced Mutualism’). The Interfacer organ was used in the phyla for species to communicate simple stretches of data to each other, such as health and reproductive status. After the extinction, populations of these species were dwindling. To ensure their survival, an odd phenomenon occurred in which many individuals began to interface with different species who possessed the same organ - strangely enough, some were able to successfully exchange information. These individuals survived and passed on the practice to their offspring, eventually culminating in what would be discovered as a very primitive form of mutualism. Host and Helmet ancestors (pictured above) were some of the first species to achieve this.

As the planet recovered and populations increased, the relationship continued to solidify and become more complex, with symbiotic species sharing memories, emotions and complex thought. In modern times there is now an entire class of organisms on Ettera which possess an Integrator organ for Advanced Mutualism, including Knights.

Kiraiarik is said to be a manifestation of this relationship. After The Remaking, their two halves finally managed to find each other again, eternally locked in a joyous dance of love. (Side note: the love in question is not platonic nor romantic, but a deeper kind which is indescribable and not easily understood. Due to their intricate nervous systems, Knights have a higher degree of emotional intelligence and can experience sensations we would consider alien). When a Plains Knight is experiencing inner turmoil, they will often pray to Kiraiarik to restore a healthy connection. The god’s blessing is also called upon when an infant Host and Helmet first Assimilate.

Note: Many Plains ‘saints’ and deities have palindromic names which can be read both forwards and backwards, an indicator of holiness. Fun fact, the word Kiraiariku means “Your heart and mine are very old friends.”

Thank you for reading! More Knight content coming soon ;)

#come get yo foood #vivere 44 #my art #knights #speculative biology #spec bio #speculative evolution #sophonts #spec evo #xenobiology #art #illustration #worldbuilding #artists on tumblr #good god I have been working on this for over a month.#also been playing around with a fun new brush #a bit painterly and experimental

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preciouslandmermaid · 2 months

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💐💐💐

imagine being a kindergarten teacher who meets reid

maybe its thru JJ, maybe you've got Henry in your class, and she kindly, warmly strikes a friendship with you after Henry moves into 1st grade. and its a little unorthodox but jj and her husband are always willing to help out (when their schedules can allow) with school events and so yeah, you become friends.

and when jj introduces you to her friends/colleagues - there is of course a little bit of an intimidation factor (because hello...they are fbi) but penelope makes you feel so welcome (because of course she does. and you tell her your students would love her. and she offers to teach a tech class and youre like ok they're five but yes let's do it) and morgan shamelessly flirting, and emily being hot and intimidating and then there's reid, quiet, awkward, wont-shake-your-hand reid.

but there's something to it - a mutual nerdiness, perhaps, or how reid doesn't make you feel "stupid" just because you're an elementary school teacher and not a professor at a college (despite the fact that in many places you need a least a master's to teach).

imagine weeks later when you run into reid at the coffee shop. completely random. the sky is gray, uninteresting, and promising rain. he surprises you by remembering your name before there's a shy yet earnest quip when he says he's got an "eidetic memory." and you laugh warmly and spencer thinks its one of the best sounds he's heard all morning.

and it goes slowly from there, but it moves naturally, like a caterpillar forming its chrysalis

(when you tell reid this, somewhere after the 4 month mark since you've long stopped counting individual dates, he says; "did you know the word comes from the greek word 'khrusos' - which means gold - because of the gold color or metallic sheen of some pupae".

and in that moment, that singular moment, you admire the honey-gold tint of his eyes in the late afternoon sun spilling luminescence across the sidewalks and across shiny car windshields and think that you could already see the shape and color of whatever butterfly that was going to burst from its cocoon).

one time you refused to come over his apartment because "the kids used glitter today" and you didn't want to get it all over his place. so he came over instead, and you watched the iridescent sparkles swirl down the bathtub drain together.

imagine spencer reid laying his head in your lap, something heavy and unspoken between you, shaped in the spread of his fingers across your hips, in the erratic pulse of his heart pressing into your shins

the school doesn't celebrate Halloween, but they have an annual "trunk or treat" where people CAN dress up and trick-or-treat out of the trunks of their cars and spencer starts helping you, decorating the trunk with fake cobwebs, and skulls, and eventually diving into convoluted themes that you're not convinced kids aged 5-10 are totally going to get.

"it's jaws." he says, holding a shark head made of paper mache, "you know, the 1975 film? you said we couldn't do slasher horror movies because they're too gory for the kids but i'd argue that this movie stands alone as a great horror film with how Spielberg creates consistent tension throughout the whole film considering we don't see the shark until an hour and twenty-one minutes into the run time."

(the kids don't really get it, it's true. "sharks aren't monsters." they would say, or "sharks aren't scary." or "is this from Baby Shark?" but you and spencer have fun, passing out candy, sharing small looks to each other--so that makes it all worth it).

imagine something soft, sweet, something quiet shared over coffee with spencer. something gentle amidst all the chaos, the heartache, and stress of his day-to-day job.

"I don't know how you do it," you tell him, "seeing the worst of what the world has to offer day in and day out."

his long fingers stroke the underside of your jaw, "i don't know how you manage a room full of fifteen 5 and 6-year-olds." he pulls a face. "especially with the germs."

imagine bringing spencer lunch at the office - earning the knowing, sly looks from his friends and team, knowing you can't hide against a room full of profilers and knowing it doesn't really matter anyways.

:) ok that's all i got. <3

#i dont feel like writing a fic about this so have this instead #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff

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zephyrchama · 22 days

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Quick Leviathan fluff that got out of control (1.4k words). SFW with suggestive aspects, MC's gender isn't mentioned.

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Ever since the release of the new Hana Ruri: Transparent Tarot Arc promotional video, Leviathan had make himself scarce. He'd erratically come out for food once in a while or grab an Akuzon package within minutes of it being delivered, but you hadn't received so much as a text from him in a week.

A mechanical whirring sometimes emanated from his room - the sound of a sewing machine at work. The occasional Sucre Frenzy song would accompany it. Nobody was worried, but it at least let everyone know the Avatar of Envy was still alive. Sometimes you'd peek in to make sure he was okay and leave a sandwich at the door. It gets lonely without him though, and eventually you went to talk with him.

The room was chilly, with the AC cranked up high. Leviathan was sitting on the ground, facing the door but blind to everything except the materials in front of him. Rolls of lace and ribbon, jars of sparkling cabochons, cases full of colorful thread and assorted sewing needles. With an impressed "woah!" you moved some empty boxes aside and sat down across from him to get a better look.

He jumped. "Gah! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I knocked."

"I'm busy right now. I have to finish this, it's almost ready." Leviathan glanced at his desk.

A nearly exact replica of Ruri's new PV outfit was laid out next to his PC setup. It was gorgeous. Each piece had been painstakingly recreated and carefully set out over the empty flat surfaces in his room. Fully lined with a glittering beaded trim. The base fabric had a high quality sheen even in the dim light of Levi's room, with satin stitched silk applique petals accenting the skirt.

You admired the handiwork. Then, you admired its maker. Leviathan was carefully stitching fabric flowers to a hat with intense focus. He relied on holding in small, shallow breaths to prevent his hands from shaking. He was blinking more than usual, fighting off the accumulated sleep deprivation. It marred his handsome face with dark eye bags.

You sat next to him for a while and stared. The usually shy Leviathan was too engrossed in his crafting to pay any mind. The more focused he got, the more he frowned, accentuating the wrinkles around his mouth.

"Yeah... you need a break."

"Not now." He picked up a thin awl and poked some holes where the seam was particularly thick.

Talking was futile, you quickly noted that nothing you said would make a difference, so you watched. Every few minutes, a portion of Leviathan's long bangs fell in front of his eyes and he'd blow them out of the way. He flinched when you gently swept them out of the way, as though he forgot you were there.

He huffed. "Like I said! I just have to finish this, so leave me alone. I'm almost done."

The exhaustion was clearly taking over. You hated seeing Leviathan like this, a cold grumpy shell of his normally warm and passionate self.

You intercepted his hand when he reached for another bushel of flowers. His fingertips were calloused and dotted with red indents from hand sewing thousands of stitches without a thimble. It looked painful. No wonder he was working so slowly.

"Levi..."

You lightly traced over his damaged fingertips before weaving your fingers together. You gave his hand a squeeze and his expression slightly eased.

"You're so soft," he grumbled, then fiercely shook his head. "I have to keep working, let go."

That was out of the question. You were determined to break him and force him to rest. You held on and rubbed your thumb on his.

"Ghh, stop!"

Leviathan could easily push you away, but he didn't. Instead, he raised your entwined hands to his face and pressed them against his cheek. "I'm so tired."

"I know."

"You smell so good. It's distracting."

"Thanks. Your dress is pretty."

"It's not... it's... not enough..." Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. "I can't find the right iridescent fabric so the colors will look off in the sunlight, and my shoulders are too broad so the silhouette of the top looks weird. So to compensate I made the sleeves bigger with more poof but I had to add more darts and you can see there are more seam lines here than in the reference image. And the buttons would look better with a wooden texture but all I had on me to make them was resin, which bubbled on the back, so what if their structural integrity is weake--"

Levi eeped, stiffening as you leaned into a tight hug. You were glad he was talking to you. But he was overthinking, and frustrated. Stressed, and more than anything he needed to take a break.

You expressed as much, scooting back while holding his shoulders at arm's length. "You might think it sucks, but this costume is all you've been doing. You haven't looked at anything else in a week so you've got nothing to compare it to. It's so gorgeous, Levi. Every stitch. Take a break with me and I'll help you finish it in the morning. You'll see how amazing it really is. Okay?"

A tear drop slid down his face, he quickly wiped it away. Leviathan avoided your gaze by staring at his creation, unwilling to walk away while it remained unfinished. "I'm so tired," he repeated.

"Hana Ruri-tan would want you to take a nap. And I want you to take a nap."

Leviathan frowned again, having no logical way to refute that statement. You let him tidy up a few final things as you inspected his bed-tub.

Scraps of spare fabric dangled over the sides. You picked up his sheets to brush off loose threads, plucking out a few loose pins in the process. Pillows were fluffed. Extra fabric was put on a hanger and moved elsewhere. Rolls of ribbon were wound back up. It was kind of relaxing.

Leviathan was rushing to glue a rhinestone when you called him over, his last-ditch attempt to get one more thing finished. You let him spend another couple of minutes waiting for the paste to get tacky. Once it was finally secured in place on the hat brim, he thankfully didn't object any further. After wiping his hands clean he flopped magnificently into bed.

Not even five seconds passed by before he griped, "I can't fall asleep. I can't stop thinking about the costume. I should finish it now."

"Nooo, no, no. No. Move over, you're not getting up. I'm getting in." You slipped into the tub before he could pick himself up, draping your legs over his. "The hat can wait until morning. Then we can get pics of everything, too."

Leviathan sighed in stubborn agreement. His orange eyes, puffy and a little irritated, were looking right at you for the first time that evening.

"You'll let me think about you then, right?" he asked quietly. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand bunching up the fabric on the back of your shirt while the other grazed against your bare skin. His rough fingers traced along your spine. You made a mental note to help him bandage them later.

Pulling you flush against his upper body, he nudged his face into the side of your neck and slid his lips up your shoulder. You hooked an arm under his to gently comb through his hair, resting your chin against his head. It tickled a little, but you felt each passing breath get heavier and slower as your comforting scent lulled Leviathan into much-needed sleep. You soon followed his lead.

Come morning, Leviathan had you in a tight grip while you blearily woke up on top of him. His wandering hands had found their way up your shirt during the night and one of his legs was thrown over yours. You had planned the surprise of getting up early to finish his hat for him, but at this point a surprise morning snuggle was all you could manage.

"Hmmh? What... oh!" Levi woke quickly, with the intense determination of someone ready to finish the cosplay they've been crunching for a week straight. He looked so much better with color returned to his face. Too much color, perhaps, as the more he let go of you the redder his blush became.

"I'll be... uh... bathroom." He dragged himself out of the tub and quickly walked towards the hall, failing miserably to cover his blatant embarrassment.

"Wait! Can I start working on some things while you're gone?" you asked, motioning towards the nearly-finished costume.

Leviathan nodded. "Uh, yeah...? Go ahead."

"And you'll try it all on for me when you get back, right?"

With a full night's rest behind him and the finish line in clear sight, the giddiness of an exciting new cosplay was returning and Leviathan gave a cheerful "yeah... Ok, yeah! I'll be right back, so don't go anywhere!"

#i want fluffy cosplay times with leviathan please. but instead all i get is sewing alone at 3am. so... take this! hyah!#might take a few days break from writing stuff. i feel like i'm getting stale and repetitive but hope that's my imagination.#i should start proofreading stuff probably but. i have to get back to sewing kjhga #obey me #obey me swd #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x mc #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me fluff #om leviathan #obey me fanfic #in which i want to be both mc and levi

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naffeclipse · 3 months

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Btw looking at the little naga multiverse that’s going on. I love it sm lol Into the Naga!Clip-Verse am I right??

How would a BH!Eclipse fit as a naga? And how would he interact with the others? :0

Ahahah, it really is! And tossing the bounty hunter into the mix? Oh man

Bounty Hunter!Eclipse as a naga takes after the Rainbow Boa. He possesses deep red scales with black saddle-shaped markings along his tail, and his sun rays are made of black and orange frills. He's nocturnal and sticks to the trees, preferring solitude and avoiding anything that walks along the ground, except for, of course, our lovely Y/N. He does not interact with the others. The reason is if he's compelled, he will act violently, horribly, and it will end will blood everywhere. So, he's better off alone while he struggles with his urges.

He carries a captivating rainbow iridescent sheen to his scales that is rarely seen, but Y/N manages to snap a picture of it, mistaking BH!Eclipse for only a snake and not a naga. Oops.

BH!Eclipse is none too pleased to be photographed and as such gives Y/N a warning with some terrifying hissing and threats to crush them. He looms over them and the brush of his coils gives Y/N shivers of death but ultimately, he refrains from his impulse to smother them. He orders them to show him the picture. When Y/N reveals the photo with shaking hands, he's stunned by how nicely Y/N captured him. As if he's not entirely violent and deadly. It stirs something deep in his cold heart.

He orders Y/N to leave. They bolt out of there like a gazelle but little do they know the impression they just left.

BH!Eclipse wants to see them again (he wants to see how nicely they bruise, how pretty their sanguine blood is—no, no, no) he wants to see if they'll take more pictures. He wonders how well they can handle seeing him again after he scared them.

What's one more thing to try and get right?

#the serpent den #bounty hunter!eclipse #bf naga eclipse au #http-redshoes #bh eclipse makes y/n the most nervous #simply because they don't know if he is going to hurt them #with bl eclipse they know he won't even though he's really grabby #with sj eclipse they know he will—they know the pain will come #but bh eclipse? he grabs and coils y/n #and he pulls taut just enough to make y/n's heart skip #but then bh eclipse lets the impulse pass and y/n is safe—bh eclipse is holding back (he's trying so so hard to be gentle augh)#naff writing

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m-ayo-o · 7 months

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concert

21+ guitarist Megumi wc 690 selfshiptember; 27

You’re finally going to see your best friend play at his own concert tonight. You’re getting all jittery and excited when you enter the small venue, seeing his guitar already on stage. You wait patiently in the crowd and watch them enter.

Rather, you watch him.

It’s the same Megumi– dressed in black, his hair as untamed as usual. But rather than his moody resting face, he looks more relaxed. Maybe there’s one less agitated crease between his eyebrows.

You watch him step out with a plectrum between his teeth, picking up his guitar and checking the tuning carefully. He looks between his bandmates, the top down lighting accentuating his angular features, and they start.

During the show, you see a different side of Megumi. He’s always been your reliable, intelligent best friend who helps you with assignments and anything stressful– he gives the best advice and always stays calm and collected in the most trying times. But his reserved nature seems to be slipping away as the music flows, his quiet confidence shining through as he takes the limelight.

You never knew he could shine like this. It’s a powerful, stirring light that gives you goosebumps, more like the iridescent moonlight than the bright, dazzling sun.

He finds you in the crowd after the last song, in the afterglow of their performance.

He greets you and wipes the sheen of sweat from his forehead with a little smile, “Thanks for coming”

You know his thanks is genuine. He’s waited a long time to see you at his show. And you’re so glad you came, getting to see him perform like that.

“You guys were amazing” you beam up at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.

Despite his usual aversion to your affectionate behaviour, your casual compliment easily sways him into returning the hug, his arms squeezing your waist.

“You looked,” you pause, straining on your tiptoes to whisper into his ear, “different.”

He tilts his head, crooking an eyebrow.

“Good different?” he repeats, his face getting a little too close to yours.

You just nod, feeling the heat coming off his body and his breath fanning your face. You swear he’s pulling you closer, his dark eyes finding your lips.

He hesitates and stares a little longer, until his bandmates storm over and interrupt your intimate moment, dragging you and Megumi to the bar to get some drinks.

He gives you an apologetic look but clings onto your hand, taking you to the clubs and afterparties.

It’s only during your sobering walk home that you finally have a moment alone again.

He walks you right to the door of your apartment and you can’t help but pull him in for another hug.

He lets you enjoy his warm embrace for as long as you need, hugging you back tightly.

“Really enjoyed the show, Megumi,” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent with every breath.

“Yeah?”

You finally pull away, his hands still in yours, looking up at him with the most endearing smile, “Mm, you were great.”

He heard that right. You. You were great. He repeats it in his head for a moment, your voice ringing like a pretty little bell in his ears.

He bites his lip, afraid he’ll say something stupid if he opens his mouth.

You leave the rest unsaid, holding your words in your chest as you release his hands and enter your apartment.

He watches you step inside and close the door, instantly bringing a hand to his head with a groan.

He curses under his breath, feeling pathetic for not making a move, but trudges home and hopes that you’ll forgive him and maybe, just maybe, you’ll give him another chance.

selfshiptember 27!!

megumi m.list

likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #female reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #selfshiptember 2023 #selfshiptember #self shipping #self ship

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telleroftime · 1 year

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King of the Koopas ||| Bowser x Reader

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Some fluffy headcanons for Bowser inspired by his character model in the new Super Mario movie. (Because I paid a bit too much attention to him when I first watched it).

Pairing: Bowser x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Warnings: Spoilers for the movie if you count description of Bowser's character model as a spoiler. There's nothing beyond that.

Bowser Masterlist

A/N: I may have one group project and one coursework due this week, alongside a seminar on Monday and an exam on Tuesday - buuuut my love for Bowser prevails.

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Bowser has multiple small scars all over his body - from his legs to his arms - all from his previous battles and any other accidents he's been in. Notably, there are a couple of small marks near the right edge of his jaw. They're mostly unnoticeable, however there is a pale shine when they catch the light, especially firelight and any hot glow emanating from the falling streams of lava.

Bowser had forgotten about them. To him, they are just one of the many cuts and bruises he's gained from fighting. They're just insignificant parts of his body. Not only that, he wouldn't see them often unless he was to look into a reflective surface, which realistically he wouldn't do that commonly unless he needs to boost his confidence and pep talk himself.

But, once you notice, you won't forget.

He wouldn't know how to react when you kiss him there.

At first, he wouldn't assume much of it. A kiss is a kiss and he will take anything he can get from you with how touch-starved he is. From your gentle caresses to your undivided attention. He'd revel in the way you tilt and angel his face, and will get all flustered and smitten and every other love related word.

However, even through his heart-eyes, he would take note of you kissing that one spot if you chose to make it a habit. It would take a while, but he would pick up on it and he'd eventually ask why you choose to kiss that spot every time, only to be surprised when he finds out it's all because he has scars there.

He would completely melt if you were to kiss any other scar on his body, especially any on his arms where he can see you.

Tough-guy who? Not Bowser. Not when he's with you.

And there would be no poker-face. He's bad enough at masking his emotions as is. If you were to look up at his face, you would see him grinning like a lovestruck teenager.

Oh, and speaking of shiny and reflective things: his scales reflect light. A lot.

The ombre of green scales on his shoulders have an almost iridescent sheen to them. They reflect the environment very well, glowing golden in the firelight and purple in the night sky. Some of the scales are glossier than others, and there's a pattern of mismatched reflectiveness.

And sometimes the scales look like scattered stars around his body.

Because of their position, it would be another aspect of himself Bowser doesn't really pay attention to. Not only are they just like any other scales to him, and he has plenty of those, but he wouldn't pay much attention to the appearance of his shoulders and neck. I doubt it would even be something his eyes flicker to when looking at himself in the mirror.

Which is why you mentioning them would throw him completely off course.

His eyes would be wide, and he'd do his best to look at the scales on his shoulders, angling his head to see what you see. He wouldn't understand why you find them so interesting, and would be too stunned to fully take in your explanations if you chose to compliment him.

You find his scales fascinating? But they're just scales... And you say they shine like stars? But diamonds can do the same thing...

He wouldn't understand at first, until he realises you like them because they're beautiful in your eyes and they're a part of him.

And then cue the tail wagging, because he would be the giddiest Koopa in his entire kingdom.

And another thing - if him lacking a pokerface wasn't obvious enough - his eyes glow with his emotions. Though it's mainly visible with ones of wrath and anger, they do glow. And there are stages to it. They go from his normal crimson coloured eyes and carefully climb up levels of brightness. They become a copper orange and increase in saturation to mimic the tones of molten rock.

It's almost like he takes the phrase 'seeing red' literally.

It's that glow that lets you know whether your attempts to calm him down work. If you coo at him, gently stroking and patting his arms to place him back in reality, you'd know of its effectiveness almost immediately. If it works, that dangerous glow would sizzle out, and he'd look at you with the most endearing eyes, completely forgetting what made him so angry.

There'd still be smoke puffing out of his nose, but the absence of the glow would tell you that he sees you, and that he's in control of himself.

If your attempts to calm him down don't work, you'd know to give him some space and wait patiently for him to calm himself down. He would, eventually, and he'd come straight to you.

It's also what lets you know if something you said upset him. Not like he'd ever direct his anger at you, though. It's always good to know.

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Bowser Masterlist

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #super mario bowser #bowser headcanons #headcanons #bowser super mario #king bowser #mario bros #super mario x reader #bowser x reader headcanons

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bellaxisworld · 15 days

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april 12, @jegulus-microfic prompt: amortentia. word count: 682.

The iridescent sheen of the potion enchants Regulus; he could stare at the lovely pinkish-pearled swirls for hours, dazed and happy to be smelling the things he loves the most. He smiles down at the cauldron, reminded of his happiest memories, reminded of every good thing that makes life worth living.

He leans forward to inhale, eyes blissfully falling shut. Today is one of his favorite Potions days—they finally brewed Amortentia. He’s an excellent potioneer, and he’s waited years for the day they brew it in class. Regulus sighs, content, and catalogs each distinct smell and their origin.

(1) He smells lavender and roses. This one isn’t hard to decode—Pandora smells like lavender, and she leaves pink rose petals in his bags and pockets when she senses he needs good luck.

(2) The next smell is far more sugary and rather… artificial in nature. Peach candies, he realizes. His chest warms, reminded of summersweet memories with Sirius, sneaking to Hogsmeade to steal candies together and scurrying home, tripping over gangly feet and laughing too loudly for the still night. Midnights spent huddled together under too-hot covers, quiet giggles and sticky hands grabbing for the pile of sweets between them. Peach candies were always Sirius’ favorite.

(3) Next he smells grass and wind, which he is not surprised to find, and likely derives from his love for Quidditch. No, his love for flying. Regulus feels most at peace when flying, whipping around the air with precision and skill. He feels free, when flying.

This next part is where he gets confused.

Regulus Black finds himself squinting at the cauldron, begging it to tell him its secrets. It’s rather mysterious, he thinks, a potion that can tell you everything you love. He folds his arms over his chest, huffing quietly.

(4) Regulus smells apples.

He smells… apples? He’s not familiar with apples, you see, so he cannot distinguish what kind of apple he smells. But there is a distinct apple smell wafting from his cauldron, and he leans back, blinking down in concern.

An important thing to note—Regulus Black hates apples.

At least, he hates eating apples. He won’t eat apple pie, or apple sauce, or apple juice or artificial apple flavors—he dislikes the taste and texture of them. The smell of apples isn’t too overpowering, so he isn’t too far bothered in that sense, but to find apples in his Amortentia perplexes him more than anything.

He thinks again, quill tapping against his notebook beside the cauldron. The Amortentia told him he loves Pandora, Sirius, flying, and… he doesn’t know what the apples could possibly signify. Apples. Apples. Apples.

The apples have stumped him.

Regulus thinks about apples for the rest of the day. He thinks about apples and fruits and any correlation, and he thinks why, why apples?

He’s walking with his friends to the dungeons later that evening when it hits him square in the face like a bag of bricks. He almost trips over his own feet, barely holding himself properly upright.

“No. No, no, no, no—it can’t possibly be. No, I refuse.” He shakes his head violently, stomach lurching and eyes watering. He sprints all the way to his dorm room bathroom, locking himself tightly within and avoiding the worried shouts of his friends.

He recalls the memory, crystal-clear now. He recalls the distinct smell of apples. He recalls the playful smiles and loud, booming laugh of the boy beside him.

He recalls the apples. The apples. The apples.

He recalls the apples, because Regulus Black was sitting under an apple tree with James Potter the first time he thought, James is the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. That day was the first time he got butterflies, his belly in an uproar over the proximity of a boy like James, a boy with a smile brighter than every star in the sky. That day, Regulus looked at James and realized he wanted to know what it felt like to fall.

He takes out his Potions notebook, scribbling furiously:

Pandora, Sirius, flying, and… James Potter.

part of a collection of microfics on ao3(2/?): in every life, my heart finds yours.

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veryinnovative · 24 days

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Mermaid Reggie would have such pretty scales

the prettiest ones like u can't imagine especially when they catch the light and shimmer like this iridescent sheen on newly harvested pearls. his near-opalescent skin and dewy lashes and big, sea-creature-thing eyes that blink up at james curiously when he carefully approaches the bathtub to give regulus his daily serving of fresh fish

i think regulus should have this otherworldly beauty to him that will have anyone at his beck and call but i also think that mayhaps james should have a drop of older siren blood or whatever the witchcraft fuck that makes him just immune enough to do things like grip regulus by the chin and firmly tell him 'no' when he tries bite james' hand off with his sharp jagged marine predator teeth

anyways pretty mermaid/merman reggie but also if he gets pissed off his eyes blacken and his hands shapeshift into claws and he hisses and pretty much morphs into the most vicious goldfish pet u can imagine. will calm down if james gets in the tub with him and just gives him a proper smooch

#answered #i have no mermaid fic tag bc i swore i wouldnt entertain any new au ideas #ok im going away again........#i was gna say 'see u all next week' fr this time #but study breaks.....this blog does call for me #wish me luck tho smooch #either way cocky james and reg hitting him with his tail #reg growing legs bc some evolutionary measures or whatever when he's separated from water #wobbly as fuck needing to lean on james but he learns walking fairly quick #and then james realizes what a menace he is because he is going everywhere examining everything #i think he should retain his monstrous strength in human form bc he breaks like the door knobs nd shit #no lock keeps him away #james: the toilet door.....is locked for a reason....#(regulus grumbles in fish)#he's like clementine but Worse

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hollowtones · 1 year

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Holly if you could make a new kind of bug/insect what would it be

New beetle. Size and temperament of a large dog. Horn like antlers. Clicks and coos. Deep blue with kind of an iridescent green sheen to it when it's in the light. Likes to roll onto its back, which is a problem because sometimes it gets stuck.

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mrsshabana · 1 year

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♥CW: None. Pure fluff. Gender neutral reader.

♥AN: I've been wanting to start writing for Shigaraki so here's something small to start. I love mothman Shiggy fics and I had a cute idea, so here's my little contribution.

♥WC: 1,004

This is getting annoying and you’re fed up.

Every time you open your closet, you find your favorite sweaters filled with new holes. How is this even happening? These sweaters are useless in the frigid winter when they are filled with holes. The holes are big too, and there’s only one thing that you can think would have wrecked such havoc on your wardrobe.

You must have a moth infestation.

After buying some moth balls from the local supermarket, you make your way to the closet that night before bed. This should get rid of those pesky moths, you think to yourself.

Opening the closet, you are shocked by the sight before you.

A man with giant wings has your sweater sleeve in his mouth.

His wings are black and white, with an iridescent sheen that lays atop a delicate pattern. Feathery antennae stick out of his shoulder length, white hair. He has a fluffy white ruff around his neck, matching his hair. Ruby red eyes stare back at you with a frown.

With a squeal you throw the mothballs at him.

He hisses, showing off his fangs in an attempt to scare you away. The scent wafting off the mothballs irritate him, so he simply picks them up and throws them back at you. Returning back to his meal.

“Stop it!” you shout, snatching your favorite sweater from his grasp, “This is my favorite sweater!” You’re more concerned about saving your sweater than you are about the literal mothman in your closet.

He squints his eyes at you, “Hungry,” he growls.

Getting a better look at him, he does seem sickly. Very thin and pale, with scars scattered across his skin. He’s wearing tattered pants and no shirt, the sight of his ribs show you just how hungry he is.

You start to feel bad for the poor creature, not enough to sacrifice your sweaters though. “Stay here, I’ll get you some food.”

He waits patiently while you go to the kitchen to fetch him something to eat. He has sharp teeth so you assume he eats meat, grabbing a raw chuck roast from your fridge. Bringing it back to your room on a plate.

“Here,” you sit across from him, offering him the plate. “You can eat this.”

He crawls towards you, cautiously approaching. Sniffing the meal you hold out to him.

With a single, swift motion, he lunges forward. Pushing the plate aside and latching his fangs on the bottom edge of the sweater you’re wearing.

“No! Stop it, my clothes aren’t food!” You protest, pushing his head away from you. But he doesn’t budge no matter how much you try to push him away. It’s obvious that his strength is far beyond that of a human.

He chews at your sweater with urgency, like he hasn’t eaten in ages. And he’s shivering too. It’s the middle of winter and the poor thing doesn’t have any proper way to stay warm. Maybe that's how he ended up in your home, he was looking for a warm place to stay through the winter.

You sigh and stop trying to push him off of you. He’s just hungry after all and you can always buy new clothes. Bringing your hand up to the ruff of his neck, you gently pet his soft fur, “Fine, you can have the sweater.”

He purrs sweetly in response, laying his head in your lap as he continues to eat away at the fabric. You stroke his fur, admiring his beauty for the next hour. Until he’s traveled up your body, and down your arms, devouring every strand of the sweater you were wearing.

The mothman licks his lips in satisfaction, sniffing around your chest to make sure he got it all, before turning around to leave. Figuring that he has overstayed his welcome. Quite embarrassed that he had just savagely devoured your sweater, unable to control himself due to the fact that he hasn’t had a proper meal in weeks.

“Wait!” you reach out to him, “Please stay… at least through the winter. You’ll be safe here.” For some reason, you feel sympathy for him. Yeah he was eating your clothes, but he was only trying to survive.

Why are you inviting him to stay? You should be screaming in fear like the other humans do when they see him. But you’re different… the first person to show him a hint of kindness. He can’t turn you down even if he wanted to, his chances of surviving such a harsh winter will be slim without a warm shelter.

Seeing that he’s not quite convinced, you quickly put on a t-shirt and scurry over to your bed. Holding the blankets open for him to join you. The warmth of your bed beckons him. He can’t remember the last time he had a warm, safe place to sleep. Following his instincts, he slips under the covers with you. Nuzzling up to your chest, purring as you roll your fingers through his white hair.

Surely you must have a death wish, allowing a deadly mothman to huddle up with you for warmth. But you don’t care. So far he’s only shown interest in harming your clothes, so as far as you’re concerned, he won’t harm you.

His tense muscles relax in your touch, wrapping his arms around you with a relaxed sigh. Trying to convince himself that he’s only doing this to warm himself up, no other reason besides that.

“Tomura… my name is Tomura,” he mumbles. Thinking it rude that he hasn’t introduced himself yet, he doesn’t want you to think he’s some wild animal with no manners.

“What a pretty name. My name is Y/N… you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, Tomura,” you say sweetly.

“We’ll see…” he grumbles. Burying his face into your chest to hide the blush forming across his cheeks.

He’s so comfy here with you, that he might just consider staying through the entire winter. And you wouldn’t mind one bit.

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #tomura shigaraki #mothman x reader #mothman shigaraki #mothura #mha shigaraki #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader

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azzys-secret-kink-blog · 1 year

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The Snake Pit

A boy on a hike discovers a very unusual species of snake that seems to find his insides very inviting~

CW: Snakes, body invasion, unbirth, oviposition

Tom was an avid hiker, taking every opportunity to go out to the hills and explore the trails. He'd come across wildlife many times, deer, rabbits, and even the occasional snake. It was on this brisk Saturday morning that he was exploring a new trail, and up ahead of him was a sharp bend in the trail. He turned the corner, expecting more trail, but was met with a steep hill. His foot slipped forward before he could stop, and he yelled as he tumbled down the hill and into a pit at the bottom.

Once everything stopped spinning, he checked himself over for injuries. A few scratches and bruises, but no broken bones or serious cuts. Tom breathed a sigh of relief and surveyed his surroundings. He'd fallen into a pit about eight feet deep. He tried to get up to see if he could reach the rim and find something to grab onto, but was surprised to feel the floor of the pit shift under his feet, knocking him back onto his butt. That was when he noticed that this wasn't any normal pit.

It was a pit full of snakes.

They didn't resemble any he'd seen before, or read about in local wildlife guides. They had red skin with a golden iridescent sheen, and a big black stripe running down their backs. He began to panic, unsure if these snakes could be poisonous. He stood as still as possible, hoping he wouldn't provoke them, but they seemed to have already noticed him. He panicked even more when several began slithering up his legs. He continued to sit frozen and clenched his eyes shut as one passed under the hem of his shorts. His fear shifted more to confusion, and he opened his eyes as a snake pressed underneath his underwear. Why would it want to go down there?

He gasped sharply as the snake's smooth head pressed against his vulva. He could feel it's tongue flicking around, sniffing for his opening, and as soon as it found it, it plunged in headfirst.

Tom let out a little yelp and immediately covered his mouth so he didn't provoke any of the other snakes. But it was too late. dozens of snakes were crawling towards him, and several were worming their way into his pants along with the first. Suddenly, he felt a warmth wash over him, starting deep in his pussy and radiating outward, making his head feel fuzzy. His panic began to dissipate, and his hole loosened to welcome a second snake into it. The first snake reached his cervix and began to press into it, and it took only a moment for it to give in and open for the invaders as his muscles relaxed further. The snakes must have released some sort of sedative to keep him docile as the snakes entered him.

The first snake pulled the end of its tail all the way into his womb, and the second quickly followed. Tom's belly began to bulge as the snakes nestled within him, slithering inside his uterus. Three snakes fought for the entrance to his womb as a fourth joined them inside his already gaping hole. The squirming inside of his pussy and womb drove him to climax, and his back arched as waves of pleasure rocketed through him. It was the best orgasm he'd ever had, and he almost passed out, but was brought back to reality as two snakes entered his uterus at once, stretching his cervix even further.

He would have looked pregnant now, maybe about five months, if not for the violent writing of his belly. The snakes were fighting for space inside his taut stomach, and the feeling of them squirming made him flush even redder than he had before. No! Tom told himself. I can't enjoy this! I need to- I need. . . His mind grew fuzzier as the more snakes wriggled into him. I need . . . more. . .

He spread his legs further as more snakes forced themselves into his sopping wet hole. Fluid was dripping into the dirt below him as he put a hand on his stretched belly. He pressed a little, and a snake's head pushed back against his hand, making a massive bulge. Tom gave a little moan of pleasure as more snakes entered his belly, now the size of a full term pregnancy. But still more came, and the snakes inside got even more agitated as they got more and more cramped inside him.

As Tom whimpered and came again, a massive snake approached his hole. It must have been three times the size of the others. He guessed this must be the female, and the rest inside of him were males. The female nuzzled against his shorts, then ripped a hole in them as the snake that had been sticking out came all the way in. She slowly pushed herself in, and he moaned even louder as she stretched his pussy further than it had ever been stretched before. His moans turned into whimpers of pleasure as she pressed past his cervix, and slithered her way into his womb. He could identify her, even inside his belly with all the other snakes, by how large her bulge was.

Tom rubbed his belly with both hands as he felt the snakes calm down a bit. Then he felt something different. A new bulge appeared in his massive belly, round and about the size of a softball. He pressed on it, and it had some give, but didn't feel scaly like the other snakes. Another appeared beside it, and Tom sat bewildered until he realized what was going on. It's laying eggs!

Fourteen eggs were laid before the female finally stopped. Tom's belly was massive, so much so that he looked well overdue with triplets. He felt the female inside him press against his cervix from the inside, and slowly exit his pussy, leaving him shivering with pleasure as he came again. He'd lost count of how many times now the snakes had made him come, but every orgasm seemed to be better than the last. The males inside him became agitated once again, and he felt something new inside his belly. It was getting even bigger, but this time it wasn't eggs. The males were coming inside him, fertilizing the eggs the female had laid deep in his womb.

The bulges under his skin became less pronounced as his belly rounded out with fluid, and after a moment, the first of the males exited his hole. More followed as he threw his head back in yet another orgasm, his belly shrinking with every snake that left his belly. By the time the last one came out, the ground around him, and what was left of his shorts, was soaked in his discharge and the snakes' cum. He looked about eight months pregnant, his t-shirt sitting at the top of his huge stomach. He stroked it, pressing in to feel the eggs inside. He loved the feeling of them stretching him, shifting when he moved and pressing against his walls.

Suddenly his mind became clear again as the snakes' venom wore off, and he frantically pulled off his backpack and dug around for his phone. When he finally found it, he checked the time. It had been two hours since he started his hike. Would he be able to make it back to his car like this? He weighed his options.

He had no service, so he couldn't call for help, and it was about a thirty minute walk to the car. He stood to test his balance and found it was surprisingly easy after a moment of adjustment. He saw some roots sticking out of the side of the pit he was in, and managed to climb up and out of the hole. On his walk back to the car, he thought about what to do once he got down the mountain. Would he go to the emergency room? No, his insurance had been flaky recently, and he didn't know how expensive removing the eggs would be.

He was beginning to warm up to the feeling of them inside him as he hiked. Once he got back to his car, he decided to look up wildlife matching the description of the snakes currently incubating inside his belly. Nothing came up but a few blog posts sharing stories similar to his, many of which just ended with birth a few weeks after the eggs were laid and the snakes hatching and slithering off to who knows where. Tom thought about it more as he put his phone away, rubbing his belly as he started the car for the drive home. These snakes must be rare, so he could probably sell them for some extra cash, or . . . maybe he could just keep them for himself . . .

Thanks for reading! I'm new to writing short fics like this, so I'm open to any constructive criticisms as well as suggestions for future works! I'm currently playing with the idea of commissions/patreon so if anyone would be interested in that give me a follow and I'll let you guys know when that's happening!

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