#*gasps near the equator*

[biscuitsngravie]

"not yet."

cw: stsg x reader, fem!reader, smut, piv sex, fingering, come inside its fun inside, established relationship, edging, voyeurism

wc: 1876

How long has it been? You couldn’t tell. Every drag of Gojo’s cock against your gummy walls feels tortuously pleasurable, causing you to intermittently spasm around him, eliciting a gasp or curse each time. His hips barely move in what can be called strokes as they stutter with each attempt. You can’t bear to look at him, your own mind fuzzy with archaic math equations that you fill it with to focus on Geto’s words and not how close you are. 

“That’s right… keep fucking her just like that….” Geto purrs from the comfort of his chair to the right of the bed. He watches and sees everything, the way you grip the sheets, how your toes curl, and how you can’t seem to care about the drool beginning to leak out the side of your mouth. He’s equally as attentive to Gojo with each break in his stride, and how his strokes are getting more and more uneven. He watches as once fluffy bangs stick to his forehead, donned with a sheen of sweat that’s dripping down his chin and onto you. 

Neither of you can see the sight, though, both wrapped up in the crevices of your own minds, only responding to the sound of Geto’s voice as you await instructions. It was simple at first, him watching you two make out in the living room with slight amusement, always infatuated with the desperation at which you devour each other. He gave a small suggestion, “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom?” Nothing more, nothing less, but you two easily complied, too caught up in the throbbing between you to notice that his “suggestions,” started sounding more and more like commands.

“Don’t take it off yet, I like her tits in that bra.”

“So eager for dick, are we? Can’t you wait ‘till he at least takes his shirt off?”

“Put it in nice and slow… yeah, just like that.”

“Don’t come.”

The last comment solidified what this really was: a game. You two, so incredibly hungry for every part of each other (and Geto when he humbly obliged), fucking as needily and frequently as rabbits; you two who couldn’t bear to hold back at any occasion. Until Geto said so. 

Every time you felt that coil tighten, your soul and body begging for release, it was snapped away by the gentlest utters of “Not yet.” Gojo was on the edge himself, though he was more inclined to verbally share his distaste.

“Fuck, Suguru! Come on! Can’t you just fu—” 

One. It took one look from Geto to silence Gojo’s incessant yelling, and he’s been silently cursing to himself ever since, groaning with each stolen release, just as shamelessly as you. 

So here you are, stuck in mating press for Geto’s satisfaction as you try to avoid eye contact with Gojo who’s doing the same, both knowing neither of you would be strong enough to resist your bodies’ requests if it happened. Much to the dissatisfaction of the ringmaster who was prompt to correct his monkeys. 

Geto sits fully clothed in the chair, painfully aware of the way you two shut your eyes or have them dance around the room. At first he hummed with a hint of amusement, mirth dripping from his voice as he demanded suggested that Gojo go deeper. Deeper. But now it’s become too mind numbingly boring to no longer see you teeter near the edge, but avoid it all together. So who is he but an instigator when he comments, “Ahh, Satoru… look at how good she takes it. Tiny little pussy can’t help but swallow your cock, huh?”

Gojo may be the strongest, but he’s weak when it comes to you, and even weaker when it comes to this. He knows it’s a trap. He knows it, but a peek couldn’t hurt, right? Every nerve ending in him feels as though it jolts when he looks down to see your puffy lips around him, swollen and sore from all the teasing from earlier, helplessly and willingly framing the way he impales you over and over. It’s so messy, the wetness of your combined juices staining your pelvises, sticky and frothy as they form a ring around the base of his dick. 

If it weren’t for his balls being so unbelievably heavy and agonizingly full, he’d have sworn he came already, white painted over your thighs and dripping down the crack of your ass and onto the bed. His own heart jumps as he momentarily fantasizes what it’d look like to fill you up with as you come, wondering if it would even have room to stay in, or gush out and sink into the duvet. His body shudders with need that’s stronger than any desire and he almost collapses on top of you, holding himself mere inches away by bracing himself on his forearms.

The action causes you to squeeze around him when he unintentionally slams further into you, teasing your cervix. You can’t help but wrap your legs around his waist, letting yourself relish in the way he ruts into you like a dog, squeezing his dick with every entry and unabashedly chasing your high as you become delirious. Your clit aches for attention, the throbbing is becoming unbearable as you just want something, anything, more.

“F-fuck… baby let up, will ya?” Gojo’s voice shakes as he attempts a lighthearted laugh to hide his wavering resolve. “Squeezin’ me like that, gonna make me—”

“That’s right, milk that cock,” Geto coos, encouraging you to clamp down even more. As soon as you do, Gojo loses his balance and almost falls on you again, hovering his head over the crook of your neck. You can feel him panting, his hot breath uneven as he whines down to a halt, begging you with husky whispers of “pleasepleaseplease” with no real request. You cradle him in your arms, trying and failing not to dig crescents into his back. 

Neither of you hear Geto approach as your awareness of his presence is only made known when thick fingers grab you both by the roots of your hair. He scoffs at the way you whine as he pulls Gojo away from you so that you can focus your attention on him. His face almost appears neutral if it weren’t for the way the glint of mischief in his eye was replaced by a darkened annoyance. “No one told you to stop,” he says in a whisper that’s roughened and tinged with a hint of a growl. “Now fuck like you mean it before you piss me off.”

He roughly drops the both of you before walking back to his chair, pleased to hear the proper sounds of skin on skin as Gojo slams into you with a purpose, his balls slapping against your ass. Geto takes a shudder breath as he sits, adjusting the boner in his pants ever so slightly, but hissing at the way it burns against his thigh. Not yet. 

Your hiccups replace broken moans as Gojo takes the leg farthest from Geto — as not to obstruct his view — and slings it over his shoulder, pushing himself deeper into your sopping cunt. He presses down on your stomach to feel the bulge that pushes against his hand with each thrust, moving your other leg back onto the bed to ensure Geto has nothing else to say regarding you two’s performance. 

Your eyes are sure to fall out the back of your head with the way they roll over. If it’s possible to split a human in half with a dick, you’re sure this is how it would start as your greedy little cunt is repeatedly bullied by Gojo’s cock, stretching around him like that’s what it was made for. 

Geto watches the sight with a smirk that dares grow into a smile as he gets up to roll a blunt, telling Gojo, “Touch her clit,” as he licks it closed. He doesn’t miss the way you jump and let out a wanton moan yelling his name. Even with Gojo’s cock in you, you can only yell for him. Cute. 

He takes his lighter out and takes a puff, letting the smoke sit in him and warm his chest before blowing it out off to the side. 

“Come.”

If it weren’t for the constant edging, one or both of you could’ve survived two, maybe even three more strokes, but you almost instantly at the command. No, at the allowance. With your combined orgasms, a bigger mess is made between you two. Even with Gojo bottoming out into you, extra cum is forcing its way out around his dick and onto the blankets beneath you. In your state, you’d swear that you can feel Gojo’s dick kicking with every pulse as he continuously paints your walls with an all too heavy load. 

With your clit finally getting the attention its been aching for, the combined deprivation of your high causes you to squirt and spill all over him. You can hear Geto whistling off to the side but can’t seem to care, rolling your hips with Gojo as you chase your orgasm to its completion, your body tensing before it relaxes. Your chest feels hot internally, but you shiver from the sweat around you as the chill of the air is finally starting to set in. You’re wrapped in Gojo’s warmth and arms only for a moment before Geto comes over and separates you two. 

You hiss at the way pulls Gojo out of you, forcing Gojo to sit up even though he whines in complaint. His blunt long forgotten in the ashtray, he looks between the two of you, humming at the sight. A small breath through his nose expressing his delight is released when two fingers fit inside you easily. He slaps your hand away when you tiredly complain about it being “too soon.” Pressing his thumb to your clit, he watches as your hips twitch and buck as Gojo’s cum drips around his digits. 

You curse your body for succumbing to his touch, willing it to fight back as he curls his fingers in you. Your breath hitches when you can feel him adding a third. Goosebumps prickle your skin as your nerves stand on end, the overstimulation simultaneously willing you to pull away but begging you to give in. Your arms are like lead as they uselessly hang at your sides. 

You don’t even see the way Geto grabs Gojo with his other hand, but you hear pathetic whines as Gojo jumps from the touch. Geto does nothing but tut him into silence. 

“I checked the time you know,” he says almost to himself as all he gets in response is broken forms of his name, “and you two didn’t even get close to making the hour like you promised. But… I am a kind man after all.”

A twist of his wrist and a press of his thumb have you two crying out.

“So I let you come early. And you will come. Again.” he relishes in the way you two cry out, for mercy, for god, for him. “And again and again and again,” he hums lightly, “and you won’t stop until I say so.”

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taglist: @yasminessims @littlemochabunni @blkkizzat @ryomens-vixen @honeeslust

might hold a poll for what i should write next but idk yet, lmk what yall think!

#geto smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru #suguru geto #geto suguru #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #getou suguru x reader #jjk smut

[swallowtail-lotus]

Lactation {Pt 2}

Characters: Poseidon, Thor and Nikola Tesla

I was originally gonna put in Beelzebub but replaced him with Thor

Poseidon🔱 (They massacred him in the anime 😔 man looks better in the manga)

Sitting on the Sea God's lap while he wrapped you in an embrace was one of the last things you'd expected from such a stoic god like him. Big, strong arms wrapped around your waist, while your hands rested on his shoulders.

"P-Poseidon..." Your voice was barely audible. Poseidon moves his lips up your neck, his hands travelled up to your chest, gently squeezing your breasts.

"A-Ah..." You gasped, gripping his shoulders. Poseidon notices some dark spots directly where your nipples were and stops squeezing.

"Sorry." You mumbled quietly, looking away. Without saying a word, Poseidon takes your top off and takes one of your leaking nipples in his mouth.

Thor

When he isn't looking for someone to fight, he'd come looking for you. One of the other thing he likes to do is be with you.

His fingers traced your folds, leaning his head against your shoulder. The red head's hot breath tickled your neck gently, sending shivers all over your body.

Thor moved his hand up and gently caressed your breast, rubbing his thumb against your hardened bud. Your legs trembled at the sudden touch. The god himself felt something wet on his thumb, looking down to see some milk leaking out.

"Interesting." Thor mumbled, squeezing your breast. He inserted his two fingers inside your pussy, moving them in and out.

Nikola Tesla

You could barely concentrate when the scientist had his fingers inside you, moving them at a painfully slow pace. He used his other hand to write equations on the board. Your breath moved in near sync with Tesla's breaths.

"Truly beautiful..." Tesla muttered, his breath hitting your ear. Your eyes fluttered from the pleasure given to you in your lower region. Two wet spots where your nipples were appeared.

"M-My-" You were cut off by Tesla's fingers moving faster. Suddenly, a familiar liquid leaks out of your nipples. Tesla stops once he notices. He puts down the chalk and squeezes one of your breasts, more milk coming out.

The fingers inside your entrance went harder and faster. You threw your head against his shoulder, your eyes rolling back as he continued to pump his fingers in and out.

#can't see tesla being like this #don't know why i included him tbh #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #record of ragnarok poseidon x reader #record of ragnarok thor x reader #record of ragnarok nikola tesla x reader #ror poseidon x reader #ror thor x reader #ror nikola tesla x reader

[swallowtailcherry]

Lactation {Pt 2}{Ror Version}

Characters: Poseidon, Thor and Nikola Tesla

I decided to do a part 2 cuz why not? Poseidon may be ooc here so I apologise for that.

Probably less suggestive than the first part, but that's what most of us are here for, right?

Poseidon (I want to sit on his lap)

Sitting on the Sea God's lap while he wrapped you in an embrace was one of the last things you'd expected from such a stoic god like him. Big, strong arms wrapped around your waist, while your hands rested on his shoulders.

"P-Poseidon..." Your voice was barely audible. Poseidon moves his lips up your neck, his hands travelled up to your chest, gently groping your breasts.

"A-Ah..." You gasped, gripping his shoulders. Poseidon notices some dark spots directly where your nipples were and stops squeezing.

"Sorry." You mumbled quietly, looking away. Without saying a word, Poseidon takes your top off and takes one of your leaking nipples in his mouth.

Thor

When he isn't looking for someone to fight, he'd come looking for you. One of the other thing he likes to do is be with you.

His fingers traced your folds, leaning his head against your shoulder. The red head's hot breath tickled your neck gently, sending shivers all over your body.

Thor moved his hand up and gently caressed your breast, rubbing his thumb against your hardened bud. Your legs trembled at the sudden touch. The god himself felt something wet on his thumb, looking down to see some milk leaking out.

"Interesting." Thor mumbled, squeezing your breast. He inserted his two fingers inside your pussy, moving them in and out.

Nikola Tesla (Ignore how horribly I made that edit-)

You could barely concentrate when the scientist had his fingers inside you, moving them at a painfully slow pace. He used his other hand to write equations on the board. Your breath moved in near sync with Tesla's breaths.

"Truly beautiful..." Tesla muttered, his breath hitting your ear. Your eyes fluttered from the pleasure given to you in your lower region. Two wet spots where your nipples were appeared.

"M-My-" You were cut off by Tesla's fingers moving faster. Suddenly, a familiar liquid leaks out of your nipples. Tesla stops once he notices. He puts down the chalk and squeezes one of your breasts, more milk coming out.

The fingers inside your entrance went harder and faster. You threw your head against his shoulder, your eyes rolling back as he continued to pump his fingers in and out.

#record of ragnarok #snv poseidon #snv thor #snv nikola tesla #back at it again 😂 #I love doing these #what's wrong with me 😂

[whenlostinthedarkness]

HC: Ellie + Eavesdropping

Warning: 18+, smutty smut smut smuttttt, legit mdni

Summary: Ellie hears you pleasuring yourself.

Pairing: Ellie x afab!reader

A/N: This is all smut so ✨enjoy✨

The fact that Ellie was gone for another 24 hours was quite literally driving you insane.

The two of you, usually joined at the hip, were not used to this much time apart from one another.

Let alone, not having sex with each other for this long

So you did what any other lone, amorous person would do.

Your hand snaked below the fabric of your underwear, easily feeling the wetness on your inner thighs as it seeped out from your folds

Instantly, you were a whining mess as your pointer & middle finger began slowly dragging up and down your core.

Applying just the right amount of pressure to have your legs shaking every time your fingers dragged along your clit.

After a few eased movements, your touch settled directly on your clit as it pulsed underneath your fingers.

Your eyes were shut tight as your mind went through a slideshow of mental images of the times you and your partner Ellie were intimate with one another.

It almost, almost, felt like she was nearly there.

Of course nothing would ever equate to the real thing.

Ellie's thumb being pressed into your mouth, her hands as she roughly held down your hips while her lips sucked on your clit, her whines and pleads as you pinned her arms above her head and ground your naked bodies against one another.

Fuck her noises.

Whether she was the one topping or bottoming or both, she always had the raunchiest noises that left her tongue, which in return made your wetness pool that much more.

Your hands were now near vibrating speed as you moved them quickly along your clit, applying as much pressure as possibly could.

In the heat of your self pleasure, you hadn't noticed the noise of the front door opening.

Ellie did try to open and close it quietly, not knowing if you were sleeping or not, so it wasn't a surprise you weren't aware of her surprise entrance.

After the creaking of the floor ceased underneath Ellie, once all of her outdoor clothing items were discarded by the front door, she heard the vague muffles of what appeared to be cries.

Ellie squinted her eyes as she shuffled her feet along the floor, following the noises that led her to your shared bedroom.

Until finally it all clicked for her.

The heavy pants, your whining mixed in with the sound of your fingers moving against your wetness.

Meanwhile, your release was nearing as you continued your assault on your pussy.

Now with two of your fingers plunged deep inside of you as the fingers on your other hand rubbed furiously on your clit.

You whimpered several 'fuck's' as you came hard, allowing your liquids from your orgasm to freely fall onto the sheets as you road out your orgasm with your fingers still fucking deep inside yourself.

It took all of Ellie's strength not to open that door and take in eyeful after eyeful of you fucking yourself, and most likely doing so because she hadn't been home.

But if she were being honest, Ellie got severely aroused just hearing you through the door...imaging what you were doing to that pretty pussy she loved so much.

Once your noises had stopped, Ellie pressed her hand against the door, nudging it open.

You gasped as you watched her take in your naked body, literally seconds after coming undone under your own touch.

"Ellie?!"

Ellie smirked, taking in her surroundings.

Your naked body resting with your back to the bed and your legs spread wide open. Your pussy still covered in your wetness as well as some visible on the grey sheets.

Ellie moved her gaze from your body to your eyes.

She smirked as she came closer, pressing the palm of her hand to your knee cap as your legs remained spread.

You watched as Ellie's gaze moved down, a smirk spreading to her lips that was almost deviously.

"You should clean the mess you made," Ellie said before dragging her eyes back up to yours.

Your mouth hung open, still in shock from Ellie being home and, evidently, hearing you pleasure yourself.

And Ellie loved every second of it.

Ellie exited the room without saying another word, leaving you confused, yet eager to get your hands on her

But after you cleaned up after yourself.

#ellie #Ellie williams smut #tlou #tlou2 #smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams tlou #ellie fic #the last of us #ellie williams #the last of us part 2

[chweverni]

FOREVER ONLY !!

pairing; han yujin x fem!reader synopsis; your bae shows you things he can do (to impress you) >;) wc; 450 author's note; jaehyun and han yujin combo.. im so dead rn

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"BABE!! SEE WHAT I DID JUST NOW?"

yujin called to you, as you sat comfortably on the beach chair, reading a manga. it was a day of relaxation, a break from school's horrible air and assignments. it was a simple beach date (with hanbin and zhang hao, mostly because you both are minors), and the sun was shining way too brightly.

you sighed, as this was your nth time sitting up from that amazing chair to your boyfriend, to see and check what masterpiece he had created for you this time.

as you reached near him, you could clearly see his shiny hair, dirty with all that sand, and those goofy shades he got on the beach shop nearby. he sat on the shore of the beach, a satisfied, content look plastered on his face. he turned to you, his hands pointing towards a cute sand castle he made using plastic cups.

it was oddly adorable, as you saw little crabs poking out of the wet sand. the sound of the waves, and your boyfriend's cute little giggles made you relaxed. gosh, you really got it all y/n!

you sat next to him, as you looked at him right in the eyes. "it's adorable, just like you.", you went closer to kiss him on the cheek, but he stopped your face with his hands.

"nuh-uh, y/nnie! my face has sand particles! it will dirty your beautiful face! you'll break out.."

you giggled, what a dumb dude.

"so you're implying that your hands are also clean, yuyu?"

heat creeped up his cheeks, as turned his face away. the breeze making his bangs fly up, as he sulked.

"this isn't an equation! i don't imply anything!"

"sure, whatever you say king!"

you giggled, as you swirled your hand in the waters, splashing some onto yujin's face. he gasped as his arms pulled your body closer to a hug.

"did you just attempt to deck me, y/n?"

you just smiled, turning your head to place a kiss on his nose. and then on his lips.

he smiled back, placing a longer kiss on your lips. redness reaching his cheeks yet again, placing your focus on his squishy cheeks.

you stared intently at his cheeks. he was literally a bunny in a human body. everything from his eyes, to his pouty lips made you insane.

"wow, way to confess that you're obsessed with me, bae.."

you flinched, and blinked twice blankly at him. hitting him playfully on his chest, as he 'ow'ed repetitively.

it was ringing in your ears, and of course you kiss him to shut him off. his body hit the sand, as he returned it in a heartbeat.

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im sorry this is like.. im self projecting LMAO

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr! <3

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#zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone #han yujin fluff #han yujin imagines #han yujin x reader #han yujin #han yujin zb1 #han yujin zerobaseone #i love him

[midnightanxietytm]

I have a silly idea :3

imagine Mabel recounting the “accident with the leaf blower” to the reader, who then proceeds to make sure Ford isn’t around and tells her about the “kissing practice robot” incident from high school (which they witnessed) if you don’t know what I mean watch the land before swine commentary video

meanwhile Ford is down in the basement and suddenly stops what he’s doing and is like “I feel a disturbance in the force.”

A/N: Oh my god the kissing bot is so iconic, Ford is such a dork for that one lol. Hope I met your expectations with this one , its been a while since I've written something more lighthearted. Thanks for the request!

Contents: Mabel and Reader spilling tea, talks about kissing and romance and other sappy things. Ford x Reader more implied than anything. Short and fun.

Word count: 500

You know something is wrong because Mabel isn't smiling, Mabel is always smiling. She walks through the gift shop door and goes straight to sit on the counter next to you with a big sigh.

“Alright, spill it, sunshine.” You say with a small smile, putting down the book you'd been reading in order to give her your full attention.

She looks up at you with big round eyes. “I dunno… The date went well, he even kissed me!” You gasp in pretend shock and that gets a small giggle out of her. “I know right?! But like… It felt weird! It wasn’t bad! Just weird… maybe I need more practice…”

That makes you laugh as you prop yourself near the checkout; “Mabel, darling, kissing isn't really some equation you can figure out, maybe he just wasn't the right person.”

She lets out another big sigh, but you can tell is more resigned and hopefull this time. “Yeah, I guess… Besides, I really don't want another leaf blower accident.”

You laugh again, Mabel has that charm. “The what accident now?”

“Oh my gosh, I never told you?! It's so embarrassing; I was obsessed with that boy, who turned out to be a bunch of gnomes by the way, and I wanted our first kiss to be perfect, so I stuck a photo of him on a leaf blower on suction made and used it to practice.” When she said that, both of you started to laugh so hard tears formed in your eyes. “I-t left like this huge bruise on my face!”

You lean your head on the table, trying to stop laughing, but the mental image of Mabel with a leaf blower stuck to her face is too much.

“Oh gosh you're just like your grunkle!” You say in-between wheezing.

“Wait which one?” Mabel asked, rubbing the tears off her eyes.

“Okay so…” You began, looking around just to check Ford wasn’t near. “Your Grunkle Ford, back in high school he built this robot…” You look around again, holding back laughter and bringing down your voice. “It was this mannequin head with a rubix cube for a mouth and it had an alarm that wouldn’t stop playing until he…” And you did quotation marks with your hands. “...kissed it right.”

And you both started laughing all over again. “That's so dorky oh my gosh!”.

“Right!? He's such a nerd.” You say, and there's a softness to it that eases Mabel's worries about romance all together. “It fell from his locker once and it started blasting the darn alarm! He couldn’t go anywhere for a week after that without people mimicking kissing noises. It was gross.” You chuckle and sigh, sitting back down on your stool. “Compared to that, a leaf blower is no big deal!”

“Compared to what?” Says a third voice.

You and Mabel snap your heads, seeing Ford standing on the doorway behind the vending machine.

Crap.

#gravity falls #midnight posts #taking requests #asks open #fanfic writing #my fic #ford x reader #ford pines x reader #grunkle ford #ford pines #mabel pines #gravity falls mabel #mabel is a sweetie #ford is a dork #midnight request

[wonderoustime]

pairing: kageyama x gn! reader word count: 571 words genre: fluff content warnings: none, just pure fluff a/n: i got this idea like a week ago when listening to bad romance of all things.

“your homework for this weekend is to finish the rest of the problems on this exercise. class dismissed.”

the classroom fills with the sounds of groans and chatter the instant the door closes. you wave a little goodbye to your seat-mate kageyama as he, like a few others, leaves the room almost immediately to use the washroom, grab a snack or drink, or move to their next classes.

you let out a sigh as you close your books. this weekend was turning out to be another boring one, with just stupid math problems and the rest of your english paper to keep you company. you stretched for a quick second before you spot something in your periphery.

a sheet of paper on the floor near his desk with some writing on it.

now, you weren’t normally the type to snoop on someone’s personal belongings, but you had to see if he needed it since his other things were already with him. so, you squint at it, hoping to see some math formula and hoping to catch a few more minutes with him.

no equations on the paper. instead, the entire sheet was doodled on. little lopsided hearts, flowers with surprisingly intricate leaves and scribbles of both your names littered the page, alongside the occasional number.

you let out a gasp, warmth rushing into your cheeks. you quickly pull up the paper, looking through it for a second time, praying you weren’t hallucinating. “right,” you said after pinching your hand, your voice oddly high-pitched. you took in a shaky breath, trying to calm your pounding heart. “right.”

you giggle as kageyama lets out a noise of surprise as you tapped on his shoulder. knowing kageyama, you had reasoned that he’d be at the vending machines.

“fancy seeing you here, seat-mate,” you smile cheekily at him. you hope that that would mask some of the color probably still on your face.

kageyama narrows his eyes slightly. “you followed me here.”

you roll your eyes at him, your left arm moving in a dismissive gesture, “to-may-to, to-mah-to. anyway, a little birdie told me something very interesting.”

“birds ca-“ he cut himself off instantly, frowning. “(name), what are you talking about?”

“w-well,” you start, “it may have something to do with you. and your heart.” you see him cock his head, confused.

“my… heart?”

the light pink on his face increases in brightness. you take that as a confirmation of your suspicions, “i’ll get straight to it. do you have a crush on me?”

“h-h-how did y-you-“

you present the sheet of paper, now neatly folded. recognition paints his face a bright shade of red as his eyes widen beyond belief and he’s frozen in place. you pick up his hand for him and close his fingers around the paper now in his hands. he involuntarily shivers as you gently graze your thumb over his palm.

“i’d… read that soon if i were you,” you whisper. you watch as kageyama finally moves his gaze away from his fingers, onto you, before quickly turning to face anywhere but you as he nods dumbly. you internally coo at how absolutely adorable he looks with his big blue eyes and scarlet face and ears.

his shock makes it easier for you as you pull him towards you, until your lips and his ears are at level. “if any of that didn’t make it clear, i like you.”

#asmi: haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x m!reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x f!reader #kageyama #kageyama tobio #tobio #tobio kageyama #kageyama x reader #kageyama fluff #kageyama x male reader #kageyama x m!reader #kageyama x gn!reader #kageyama x gender neutral reader #kageyama x y/n #kageyama headcanons #kageyama x you #kageyama x female reader #kageyama x f!reader #schweiden adlers

[stone-stars]

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Zirk: But I know this much, Mom, I-- I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna make it real. I've got a couple leads, I've got more knowledge than I've ever had, I learned a lot while I was away. I think I know how to make the All-Cure Elixir. It's gonna take a lot of work, like you said, and… I don't know if I can do it on my own, but I also don't know if I can trust you to help me. Caldwell: Um, while I'm working on this, I think that the way that this kind of-- the way that this looks visually is I'm… basically crafting like a metal music cylinder. [Murph: Mm!] 'Cause I feel like one of the things that this needs in addition to like, the complex spell work to cure wounds but also hold a body in stasis, kind of using some of Fia's time magic, is some sort of like… beacon. And I think that, as opposed to like the single chime of a bell, it needs almost like-- a song. And as I'm like tinkering with this I turn to Hank and I say-- Zirk: Hank, that song you sang about Ill Luck Henry. That-- that was like a sea shanty, right? Henry: Yeah, yeah that's right. Zirk: Do you know any other sea shanties? I just need something that could maybe… help a soul find its way back. Caldwell: Zirk reaches into his pocket. And he pulls out a golden cylinder with little notches on it. And around that cylinder is wrapped a scroll with the instructions on it for how to replicate the Revivify spell. He presses it into Henry's hands, and then puts Fia's hands on top of that. Henry: Hey. You're the doctor, buddy. What are ya-- What are we gonna do with this? This-- Fia: Mister Zirk-- Zirk: Sometimes-- Fia: Mister Zirk we can handle her. We really can. Zirk: Sometimes you think that you're the ending of the equation, but in reality you're just the messenger. You're just there to get it to the right hands. It's been an honor being a Third Mate. Murph: So, Fia, Zirk gave you the stuff for Revivify. This is a near impossible task, the spell has not been cast in forever, normally this would be a DC 30, the DC for something that's near impossible, but since Zirk took it down 5 levels from level 9 to level 4, we'll take 5 off of it and make it a DC 25 arcana check. Emily: I got a fucking 27 right off the fucking bat. [Everyone laughs in relief.] Emily: Oh I didn't even [rolls] technically a 28. Murph: A 28. Caldwell: Oh, yeah. [Sighs in relief] Okay. Okay. Murph: Um, you see Fia goes over, reads-- reads the um, spell that Zirk has put together. Um, and for the first time since Old Zelbuldar was banished, a Revivify spell is cast. Um, you guys see Zirk on the ground, whose body has frozen… Zirk as you died, you felt like-- as if you had like hypothermia. You felt like, a warmth, and you just went to sleep, and then all of a sudden [gasps] you come back. [Zirk coughs. He continues gasping and coughing as Fia talks.] Emily: You wake up to me crying just being like-- Fia, distraught: It should've been you casting this spell. Why is it me? It should've been you, you did all this fucking work, for what? Me to waltz in and fucking do it? Henry: It works! Hey, it works! Fia: It should have been fucking you! It should have been fucking you! Henry: Hey-- Open you-- Open your eyes, Fia. Fia: What? Henry: It-- you did it Zirk. The All-Cure. [Fia breathes heavily, relieved.] Zirk, weakly: They should call you… Doctor Fia. [Henry and Fia laugh.] Fia: I am not accredited. [Caldwell and Murph laugh.]

#naddpod #eldermourne #zirk vervain #eldermourne spoilers #<- since it deals with the finale #naddclips #weavings #zirk saying. i don’t think i can trust you to help me. to stella. #and then trusting the third mates to help him #i’m so normal

[dinoace2]

Fangs Bared

Lord Ancunin's most faithful spawn, his Dark Consort, has had enough.

Approx. 800 words, Feat. Ascended!Astarion and his unnamed spawn, who is referred to with she/her pronouns. Aaaaangst >:3

Cw for toxic/abusive relationship, knife, blood

Act 3 astarion spoilers!

~~~~~~~~~~

"How does someone become a vampire, exactly?"

It's simple, just find a vampire that will drink your blood and turn you into a vampire spawn; their obedient puppet. In theory, the next step is to drink their blood. Once you've done that, youre free and a true vampire.

"In theory?"

People think the biggest threat to a vampire is a cleric with a stake. It's not. The biggest threat to a vampire is another vampire. They're scheming, paranoid, power-hungry beasts. So why would any vampire give up control over a spawn to create a competitor? Trust me, it doesn't happen.

That conversation...from so long ago. When she first learned of Astarion's....secret, that's what she asked. That's what she learned.

Those words have echoed in her mind every day since.

~~~~~

Vellioth's first lesson is to dominate. Allow none to be your equal.

Astarion took that lesson to his still heart, that's for sure. From the moment he ascended, he made damn sure everyone around him knew who was the strongest. Who was the best. He turned her into his spawn the first night, and gathered an army in the years that followed.

She stood at his side, above the rest of the spawn...but still beneath him.

Always beneath him.

As time went on, there came to be thousands of them. Countless spawn, all seen as mere dust under the heel of the Ascendant...

Except for her.

She stood by his side from the start, and supported him through every trial. She never wavered, never strayed, and never stepped out of line. His dark consort. His perfect spawn.

Vellioth's second lesson is that power comes from solitude. To share with others is to be weak, and to be weak is to fail....and die.

Of course he said that she was his most trusted companion, his dark consort, his lover, who would join him as he took on not just Faerûn, but the world.

But words do not equate to actions.

In all the time they spent together, despite countless promises that one day he would allow her to join him, to one day truly stand at his side as an equal, a fellow Ascendant, nothing ever came of it. Weeks, months, years, decades? She was always right beneath him. Beneath his status, around his finger, and under his boot.

If he wasn't to share with her....then...did any of his promises have any weight behind them?

Vellioth's third lesson is to act not in haste. A near immortal has time to plan, time to act only when others will pay the price of action.

This lesson, she listened to. This lesson, she studied. And this lesson had taken long enough. She was ready.

~~~~~

After a long night attending to his undead empire, Lord Ancunin retired to his room, where his beloved consort waited with a smile. "Good morning, beloved. Ready to...unwind~?"

Astarion smirked. "Of course, my pet~"

Wait.

The moment is soon.

Just...

Wait.

the world around them remained still, silent as the lovers lay cradled in one another's embrace. She held him in her arms, the one time he'd ever allow himself to feel...smaller than another. It was...peaceful.

Astarion's body went rigid as he felt cold steel against his throat.

He let out a strained chuckle. "My dear...is this your idea of a joke?" He moved his arm to push the knife away, but she pulled it tighter, and he winced.

"Do not think me a fool, Ancunin," she whispered, her tone cold and calculated. "You might be stronger than most...but you are not yet a god. Move, and your blood shall decorate our bedsheets."

Astarion's smile began to slip. "What...are you doing?" He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Giving you a choice." She frowned. "Youre not the man I knew. The Astarion I fell in love with would spit in the face of the man you are now."

He scoffed. "And just what do you mean by tha-!" He coughed, gasping as the blade bit into his skin, drawing forth a necklace of divine scarlet beads.

"Look at yourself," she whispered. "A man of authority, empty promises, and sadistic power. Don't you see it? You've become Cazador. You've turned into the very monster you once despised....the same man you feared."

Astarion scowled. "You dare utter that name before me-!" She tightened the blade once more.

"Do not interrupt me, Ascendant!" She hissed. "You forget who holds the blade here. You don't have the authority right now." When he finally remained silent, she continued. "He called you nothing more than a frightened little boy. I didn't quite believe him then, but now I understand. You are the same cornered beast he was. Nestled at the top, so insecure, so...afraid of the idea that someone could be stronger than you, that you do not allow yourself the luxury of life. Of love. Do you not see it? Do you not understand that you are just like him?"

Astarion's cold, frozen form began to shake, but from fear, anger, or sorrow, she wasn't sure.

"I do not know whether the person you were was a facade or if this is...but regardless I'll be humoring it no longer. Clearly the man I loved is long gone."

He chuckled. "You really intend to leave me? What will you do without me? I am everything to you. You will be nothing if you leave my side."

She frowned. "I know. You...youre my whole life...whether I like it or not. I've been with you for so long...I dont even know if our old friends are still alive...or if they'd still remember me. I've begun to forget the person I was before becoming your spawn...i...I don't remember what color my eyes were. I've almost forgotten the face I once saw in the mirror. I don't know who I am anymore." She sighed. "But I intend to find out again."

Astarion raised an eyebrow. "And how is that?"

She tilted the knife, as if to emphasize her next words. "I told you. You have a choice. Option one: you hold still, do not move, and I drink your blood. I become a true vampire, and I leave, never to cross paths again. Option two: you refuse, and i cut your throat, because you're too scared of the idea of having an equal that you'd sooner die then let one of your spawn ascend to your level. Either way, I am free of your control, and I will never engage in such cruelty and violence again, as inflictor nor recipient. The choice is yours, pet." She spat the nickname with such venom...she had heard it far too many times by now.

Astarion scowled. "As if you could ever amount to anything without me-!" She pulled the knife against his neck, tight enough that his breath was cut off, and viscous blood slid from his wound.

"Make your choice, Ancunin!"

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! :]

Part twos: (I'll link em when I write em lol)

OPTION TWO

OPTION ONE

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[staycalmandhugaclone]

Arrows (Special Request) - Doc - Part 3

Part 3 of Arrow. Reference to Found Footage. If you're new, this all starts with Touch Starved!

Also: got a new Poll up for your thoughts! Should Doc Have Her Own Blog?

Warnings: This one's pretty mild - descriptions of pain, some guilt... I think that's about it

WC: 2,458 - I'm thinking one more chapter will finish this off

If I looked for it, if I let my mind fade into the hum of overhead lights and focused only on each fractured inhale, I could just taste the scent of autumn flowers, that rich earthiness lingering from mere hours prior when Hunter laid here instead of me; when the ship was blessed with a rare moment of quiet that we coveted for too little time. I wondered if he gleaned comfort from my scent during those precious few moments of peace, or if my presence had become so commonplace that he barely noticed it anymore.

And the others? What tiny details caught their attention when reality simply became too much to take in at once? Did Crosshair count the scratches on the durasteel walls? Did Tech run through impossible equations in his mind? Is that why Wrecker so frequently sought out the simple tooka doll? To distract himself with the sensation of static wrought by gently grinding the stuffing between his callused fingers? And Echo…

I remembered the first day he finally let me help him. I remembered how hesitant he was; how he’d nearly fled before allowing my touch too near the nodes of metal lining his spine; how violent his relief had been when my hands soothed the ache from muscles desperate for a release his body simple couldn’t grant him anymore. I remembered the tears we never spoke of and the stillness as I’d simply held him after. Where did he seek refuge when the memories threatened to overwhelm him? When the ache of limbs lost long ago resurfaced absent cause or hope for reprieve?

I wanted to hide in the shattered recess of my psyche, safe from the hurt and cold, set apart from the body he’d helped place atop a cot that was never meant to be anyone’s bed for long. I wanted to pretend that when I woke from this half-dream I would find us still soaring through the in-between of hyperspace, that it might be a rare morning in which I rose before the others and could lure them into the kitchenette with the scent of fresh caf and some delicacy snuck aboard from one of the exotic markets of some far away world. I wanted anything but for my mind to be dragged back into the ruined form too weak even to shake beneath the chill dancing atop skin aching beneath its own weight.

“-at me! Come on…” Echo… I didn’t want to hear the fear in words he forced into a whisper.

“Please… Come on, I need you to look at me.” I didn’t want to feel the subtle tremor in the gentle touch of his hand against my jaw, the desperation in how his thumb swept so carefully atop my cheek; the broken prayer of my name murmured in a voice that seemed to resonate through me in a delicate rush of heat.

But, once more, he called my name, and I knew I would endure this agony for eternity if only to free him of the sorrow in his voice. I wanted to sob beneath the understanding that I’d never really escaped the pain, that what madness feigned reprieve had merely lulled me into a denial that could only ever end like this: thrown back into a hurt too great for the nerves to ever stop screaming. Hot. Cold. Pain. Pressure. Every sensation overstimulated into a deafening noise rekindled by the ceaseless racing of my heart. Still, I forced myself to look for him, gaze sweeping blindly before me for a long moment before finding the brilliant amber of his eyes.

“Hey-hey; good,” The words escaped him in a gasp of relief, fingers flaring out to hold my face like I might fade again at any moment. “You stay with me, Doc. Don’t scare me like that again.” I shifted slightly into his palm, movement delayed beneath exhaustion, but the hint of a smile flitting at the edges of his lips was worth the effort.        

“Tech’s making progress on figuring out how to communicate with the locals.” He explained, the already smooth cadence of his voice slowing even further. “It won’t be much longer before he gets a cure from them for whatever gunk they coated their arrows with.” I could just make out Tech’s crisp voice in the distance, but I couldn’t understand any words. It took a long moment to realize he wasn’t speaking common, that whatever dialect he was working to understand more closely resembled Geonosian, and I had little hope in trying to grasp some meaning behind the guttural clicks and growls. Abandoning the attempt, I let my attention return to eyes still heavy with worry.

“With there being a sentient race here, the mission’s voided until the senate works out a charter with them.” He explained, and I didn’t doubt that he knew how I was relying on the familiar sound of his voice to ground myself, to keep my fractured glimmer of awareness focused on him lest I recede back into the corner of my mind where nothing quite existed. “That means as soon as we know you’re alright, we can leave; so, you just hold on a little longer, okay?”

I think I nodded, but with how the room spun, it was hard to tell. I tried not to think about it; tried not to think of the ache in my chest that only grew beneath my heart’s frantic pace, the effort it took to drag each panted, shallow gasp through my abused throat despite how the raw flesh balked from even that fleeting caress of air; the distant sensation of having sprinted to the point of collapse and forcing myself to continued regardless how acid filled my veins and every cell was begging me to stop.

“… awake?” Voices hummed somewhere nearby.

“Not really.” I didn’t realize I’d fallen back into that haze until hearing them. “She’s been… not really sleeping, but…” Echo struggled slightly to explain before adding, “Her heartrate’s finally starting to come down, though.” As soon as he said it, I realized he was right and felt myself relax slightly into the worn cot.

“That is… a relief.” Despite his words, there was still a tension in his voice that my mind rebelled against. “Beta blockers can take some time to begin working, and I was unsure if they would even be effective given the nature of the toxin.” When I managed to look up at him, he held the med-scanner over me, attention locked on the screen with the same steadfastness as he granted his datapad.

“Tech.” Echo called, and I could hear the smirk on his lips. His brother glanced briefly toward him before turning his gaze to me, and, for just a moment, he froze.

“Ah… hm…” For those first few seconds, he seemed torn between wanting to say too many things at once yet unable to remember how to speak, and, Maker, if seeing him stammer didn’t bring the threat of a chuckle to me. He must have seen the hint of a smile, seen the fond affection in my eyes because only then did he finally seem to breathe, shoulders loosening as he allowed himself to smile back.

“I was successful in establishing a means of communication with the natives.” He explained, voice quieting as he set the scanner down to gently place his hand over mine. “We’ll have to travel to their colony to retrieve it, but I assure you, we’ll return as quickly as we can.” I wanted to ask him what he’d learned, wanted to remind him that it was okay for him to feel the thrill of excitement at discovering this new people, but, with a fleeting squeeze that reminded me of the strange numbness stealing through that limb, he turned and walked quickly from the room.

“Crosshair and I are staying with you.” Echo reassured me as I stared at the door for a beat too long. Before I could gather breath to reply, that door opened once more as Hunter and Wrecker approached me, strides just shy of rushed. Echo reluctantly stepped away for Wrecker to reach me, massive hands enveloping mine as he nearly trembled before me.

“I’m sorry, Doc; I should’a been payin’ closer attention…” My heart broke at the guilt in those gentle eyes. “I should’ve heard ‘em or”

“Shh-shh.” It was quiet, and it was weak, but Wrecker instantly stilled at that soothing sound. My fingers shifted listlessly in a vain attempt to hold him. Despite the faltering movements, he understood, grip tightened carefully around me. “Be… b…” Lips and tongue listless beneath what ragged breath I forced through my ruined throat, the tattered snips of speech escaped me sounded more akin to a wheeze than a word.

“It’s a’right – promise. We’re”

“Be c… care-f-full.” He instantly fell silent at the strangled words, gaze dropping to watch his thumbs shift lightly atop my wrist, brows furrowing deeper with each passing second.

“We will.” He whispered, glancing almost shyly toward me. Movements nothing if not careful, he set my hand back atop the cot and turned to rejoin Tech, leaving Hunter and me alone.

Without hesitation, he let his hands cup my face, let his forehead fall to rest lightly atop mine as his chest swelled with slow, deep breaths, and I felt the fear that wanted to ruin him; I felt the tension so nearly causing those hands to shake, but I also felt the breadth of determination driving his every movement, and, when he shifted to touch his lips to my brow, when he lingered in that tender kiss, I couldn’t doubt him.

“Promise me you’ll hold on.” He begged, words fluttering across my scalp.

“Ca… can’t get… rid o… of me.” Despite the terrible weakness in those fractured murmurs, there was a smile on his lips as he pulled back to meet my eyes. The reverent dance of his touch sweeping delicately along the curve of my cheeks sent a warmth through me that, if only for a moment, let me forget the crippling pain twisting through my knee and shoulder, the nauseating war of blinding heat and that terrible cold churning beneath my skin. He held me, and I existed only in the quiet in his eyes, the too-quick eternity in those few seconds of reaching for words neither of us could quite speak.

And then the muscles of his jaw bunched, teeth clicking together as he dragged his gaze from mine, hands pausing just a moment longer before returning to his sides. With a final deep breath, he left as well.

In those stolen seconds free of guilt-ridden eyes, I let myself crumble, face twisting beneath the agony I’d fought so hard to mask in the face of the others. My head craned back into the thin pillow, heel dragging uselessly atop the mattress as breaths I’d fought to keep steady shattered into sobs that I still struggled to force into a hard-won silence, hand reaching up to claw uselessly at my ruined shoulder.

I heard the hiss of the door but wasn’t able to fight myself back into that earlier façade before the approaching footsteps stopped sharply. Caught in that moment of weakness, my teeth locked around my lower lip, shame and sorrow twisted across my face as I glanced up. The dark understanding in Crosshair’s gaze robbed me of that shame, and I found myself unable to even try vailing the depth of hurt torturing me without it, eyes sliding shut as my chest hitched. His touch whispered so softly over my shin, I almost doubted its existence until the gentle rasp of his voice hovered just above the tense silence around us.

“What can I do?” It was a rare thing to hear that softness from him; the faintest hint of a plea just brushing past his lips.

His jaw tensed. In silence, he tread to the far wall, meticulously removing his armor with practiced ease to rest atop the counter. Hand lingering atop that final bit of plastoid, he hesitated, but when he turned back to me, those eyes were quiet in a way I wasn’t used to, and I found myself frozen as he returned to my bedside, as he eased his arm beneath my uninjured shoulder, hand slipping down to wrap around my back, and he lowered himself onto the very edge of the cot, embrace tightening just enough to gently pull me against him until he lay nestled beneath me.

“S… s-stay.” I hated how the word fluttered from me in that desperate whimper, but the overwhelming need for something, anything to distract myself from feeling my veins carrying poison and pain and fire throughout every inch of me overruled what pride might otherwise have stilled my tongue. He didn’t move for a long moment, gaze burring into mine with an attentiveness that was once unsettling, but now I yearned for the comfort of that gaze, the innate safety in it.

“This okay?” I remembered him asking me that once before and found myself nodding against him just as I’d done then, cheek dragging over the coveted warmth of his chest. I could feel the thrum of his heart, felt the powerful, slow beats count the seconds with a leisurely calm I so desperately clung to, mind instantly focusing on that steady rhythm, on the tentative brush of his hands over the base of my ribs, the soft weight of his chin resting lightly atop the crown of my head.

Maker, I wanted to sleep; to vanish for just a moment into that emptiness as I melted into the safety of his embrace. I ached beneath the weight of an exhaustion so deep, the simple act of drawing breath was quickly becoming an insurmountable task. Some distant whisper of logic told me it was from the toxin, remembered Tech stating that it blocked some autonomic functions, but that knowledge offered no reprieve.

“m…m s-so… tired…” I sobbed, straining to press closer to him. Instantly his arm tightened, and I could feel him shift to look at me. The gentle caress of his fingers trailing through my hair drew my gaze up to him, and I knew he saw the threat of hopelessness in me as his jaw worked subtly over words he hadn’t yet settled on.

“Close your eyes.” He barely breathed the quiet words. I started to tell him I couldn’t, that my body simply refused to grant me that escape, but then his hand settled softly over my eyes, and, in the darkness, there was only his touch, the gentle dance of his heartbeat, the strength of him surrounding me, and I readily lost myself in him.

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[shyminmin]

༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 873 ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Minor gore

Nothing mattered more than ensuring the safety and survival of the little bundle of life cradled in his arms.

Tucked safe and secure in a last minute makeshift sling, the newborn slept soundly unbeknownst to the imminent danger that was steadily pursuing them.

The salty water rippled around them as his powerful tail clad in scales snapped through it at a frantic pace. Humans would equate him to an underwater missile as he was moving at such a speed making any onlooker view him as nothing more than a watery blur.

Two more such blurs a few meters behind had their sight set on the pair. Their goal, capture and kill.

The constant reminder of their ill intentions spurred him on even more. If he could just get her to the surface, preferably near one of those angular, boxy dwellings that he knew humans resided in then she would have a chance at being taken care of and not be left to succumb to the elements.

His sudden shift in speed jostled the sling making the infant startle awake and begin to whimper. Caressing her head the merman tried to soothe her as best he could under the current circumstances.

"Shhh-shh, you're ok, you're ok"

He really wished he could've watched her grow up, surrounded by her parents and loved ones, embrace the life that she was born into that was of the sea. However that wasn't an option anymore, not when said parents were brutally slaughtered when their tribe was suddenly invaded.

Sensing the two mer gaining on him he kicked his fin faster, if that was even possible. The sandy floor was slowly rising up indicating that he was approaching shallow waters and potentially land. Hope rises in his chest.

I don't care if I die, as long as my efforts ensure that you live.

His body now scraping the ocean floor, ensuring though that his upper torso doesn't touch and risk injuring the baby, he breaks the water's surface breathing in a lungful of air, gills on his neck now redundant.

He wastes no time in surveying the area, where he thankfully spots one of the human structures he's seen from time to time. It was the peak of night so any chance of being spotted by roaming humans was significantly reduced, however he still wanted them to be alerted of a vulnerable newborn spontaneously washed up ashore.

With little time to think and the nearby splashes of the pursuers resounding in his ears he used his strong arms to drag himself onto the shore. The structure wasn't too far away so he made his way towards it. Human silhouettes could be seen within, encouraging him on further. Two bodies breached the water behind and he panicked.

Merfolk like him couldn't undergo any form of metamorphosis and grow legs contrary to popular human belief. However the arrangements he made earlier ensured that once the newborn touched the dry sand then she would evidently become human.

His hands grazed over the first dry grains of powdery, white sand and he detached the sling. Delicately laying her down on the ground she stared up at him with wide rounded eyes. However, the baby mer began to scream out in pain as he witnessed her tiny scaled tail, which looked so much like his own, split in two.

He gasped and hovered his hands over her unsure on how to handle what's happening. Tears escaping his eyes at seeing her in pain. It really crushed his heart.

"It's alright, i-it'll be over soon" he let out in a shaky, trembling voice, trying to provide some words of comfort. "Y-your gonna be fine".

All of his attention was solely on her making sure she survived this transformation, that he momentarily forgot they were being hunted. A stabbing pain to his tail changed his focus as he looked back to see one of the mer had an ironclad grip on his fluke. Their sharp retractable nails embedded deep within, drawing out dark purple liquid. Blood of the merfolk.

"Escaping is futile" he smirked.

The second attacker chuckles gripping on as well. "However we do love a good chase".

With one harsh tug they propelled him backwards away from the newborn. This was it, he'd probably never see her again.

More pain radiated up his tail as they tore him further away, all while he struggled to fight back. They tackled him into the water, pushing him under and sinking into the ocean depths. Clawing at every inch of his body, ripping and biting off bits of skin and scales, streams of purple coloured the water around them. He got a few good hits in too however they always had the upper hand.

As more of his body got battered, his mind drifted to the last image he got before he was dragged under. Two figures had emerged from their home and were rushing down the beach towards their direction.

He smiled, his plan had worked. They would find her and she would be safe, away from all the conflict underneath these ominous waves. He grunted out a few pained words before he blacked out from the unbearable pain.

"Be safe."

"I-I love you."

"My sister."

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[tenpintsof-sundrop]

“fatphobia” for oversized shirts most chronically online shit ive ever heard LMAO?

fatphobia isnt real—no one wants to be unhealthy and it shouldn’t be promoted its ridiculous

I feel like I should actually make a bingo card for this lmao. that would be fun

I'll take 'automatically equating weight to health' and 'saying that fat people existing in any space and wanting love and acceptance is promoting being fat or promoting obesity'

saying that 'fatphobia isn't real' is the free space lmao

I also love it when people say 'chronically online' to diminish someone's argument or to say that someone's problems aren't real. like as if fat people - especially fat women, don't get called ugly, told they are unlovable, are heinously bullied, are diminished in every other area of life, only to come online trying to find some mental escapism and then find most fandoms and fanfiction spaces taken over by skinny people unconsciously saying they are unlovable as well

and you're right! nobody wants to be unhealthy. being unhealthy fucking sucks.

but as someone with a genetic disorder who was near death at my lightest weight and whose weight constantly fluctuates because of my chronic illness - people don't get to fucking choose if they are healthy or not. (and 90% of people don't get to choose their weight/body type either.) skinny able bodied just believe that they choose to be skinny and healthy when it is 100% luck of the draw, and every single able bodied person is one bad accident or one disease away from being disabled and unhealthy and unlucky.

think about that. you are under the fucking delusion that being fat automatically means being unhealthy (not true) and being skinny automatically means being healthy (boo) and skinny people have just made magically better, wiser choices in order to end up in the smart, happy, skinny group. no! skinny people can have genetic disorders, cancer, autoimmune diseases - and fat people can run marathons and exercise every single day and be in peak health. most people who participate in strong man competitions are someone you would consider 'fat', and they are major athletes.

also - can we just fucking annihilate the idea that existing as a fat person is 'promoting' being fat? like if writing fanfiction including fat people to make myself and all the amazing fat people in fandoms feel loved and feel included is 'promoting' fatness - then I will promote it all fucking day.

💖 my blog is now the #1 promoter of being fat 💖

and that is not a negative thing. I just want fat people out there to feel loved and included. and that is the most healthy mindset in the world for people who have been bullied and told they are unworthy their whole lives

also, by your logic, any time that smoking or alcohol is mentioned in fics then those things are being 'promoted'. when these things are just a part of life and people write about them because they exist irl. just like fat people do. gasp! so please - suck a fart out of my ass and go apologize to every single fat person you know for being so damn ignorant (but I don't expect you to actually keep any fat friends with your attitude lmao)

#anonymous #sundrop answers #fanfiction #fatphobia

[tune-a-tyun]

enemy spotted! taehyun x fem!reader ✿ teaser ✿

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pairing: taehyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff/angst, academic rivals to lovers

warnings: taehyun being kinda toxic to his own self ig??? intense simping tbh

word count: 885 words

a/n: lmao, i haven't even started writing the premise for this but i just couldn't resist! this will prolly be released as a one-shot? english is not my first language, i apologise for any mistakes and/or typos. this is just a test run tbh.

quite honestly speaking, taehyun didn't hate you that much. or at least, that's what he liked to believe.

your sudden intrusion into his private life had not warranted your subsequent constant presence. and yet, here you were, lolling around on the cramped kitchen counter as he made hot chocolate to calm both of your bodies from the near hypothermic collapse you two went through in the past couple of hours.

he truly did not hate you, but the annoyance in his queasy guts was a bit hard to ignore when you were constantly spitting out chides and snide remarks on his technique of stirring a pot full of hot liquid, or his lack of knowledge of the correct timing to add the milk, or his inefficiency at equalising the portions in two separate utensils and concocting them separately to affirm to both of your individual preferences; you had proclaimed to be likely catch a severe case of diabetes if his cup of overly-sweetened hot chocolate lay within even a foot of your radius. taehyun was only putting up with your antics because he was your host.

and because you had those dumb puppy eyes.

indeed, both of you eyes shone with the thanksgiving decorations his parents had dutifully arranged around the living area, and taehyun spotted fairy lights behind the cabinets projected in your glittering pupils. your hands' warmth that burned through his puffy pullover and seeped down to every single tingling cell of his arms when you held them to better guide the stirring pan, your foggy breath -- a combination of the teeth-rotting gummy bears you had shared with him on the bus and peppermint -- tickled his shivering neck, thighs playing aggressive footsie to knock him off his stool while he grabs the mugs from the lower cabinets, finger flicks against his shoulder which cut into his blades as you scrambled to wrestle him for the disney-princess moana cup for yourself. your broken chuckle and a little gasp sent taehyun into a spiral about your cute little lips puckering at him...about your lip and skincare routine, nothing else.

you waved the little mug under his grumpy nose even as the sight of your wispy baby hair tickled taehyun's throat and your sweet--- no, weird nose scrunch imitated itself in his heart. you irritated him so much that his nerves hadn't calmed down even after you two had flung yourself out of the blizzard and into the comfort of his heated home.

"wow," taehyun muttered, raising his (in your opinion, unfortunately) perky cupid's bow. "i really do hate you."

instead of replying, you just handed him the chipped mug with his poison of choice, just flashing a toothy grin. "ah! good job, genius," you remarked when he spilled it a little bit while taking it from your pink hands.

taehyun could not possibly hate you more in that moment. he witnessed you morph your mouth into that galling pout and pull out frays from his dog-eared early-season woollen pullover and his heart trekked its way to his throat. he saw you take an experimental sip and sink back into the cushioned stool with the lulling comfort it brought, and he went through a physical battle to remember how to breathe. he heard you mumble a tiny, "thank you," with eyes shut and you lazily pulling the stack of worksheets on differential equations taehyun had offered to help you in towards yourself...and with no warning, his ears rang with a soaring wind and he was left speechless.

speechless because a racing, bubbling, overwhelming and tickling sensation had begun from his toes to your chipped nail-paint, from his buck teeth to your awkward fringe tucked away beside you ear, from the unopened sachet of instant coffee resting next to the milk carton to his own trembling lips, your hands fumbling to grab a pen from his limp hands, from the tick-tock-tick-tock of the ever speeding clock to his dizzying vision, from your blushing cheeks when he pulls his stool closer to yours and started pouring over the graphs - to his arm arranged precariously by the helm of your shoulder, from you sparking pencil-box to the deadening college applications on his desk upstairs, mysteriously unfilled.

and then he stopped floating. instead of the cloudy sensation, now wave after wave knocked him out. he was on the ocean floor, gazing through his prickling eyes and piercing pain in chest as he gasped for oxygen, blue water above him, his shoulder distancing the two of you, your questioning look at him for snatching the sheet of his notes away from your hands, dark, murky water around him. he had set off to study in his own room and he was thrashing, the suffocating instinct pooling all the ice from the snow outside to his heart inside, his legs pumping to climb the stairs, black, black, black storm all around him. it was okay; he had a plan. your voice called after him as his slammed him door and pulled out his stationery. your incessant knocks on his doors and his insistence that he wasn't going to teach you jack-shit from his notes echoed through the house.

your thundering silence and noiseless steps down to the living area. your exit leaving a tensing chill across his clavicle.

it all annoyed him.

anyway, he was going to go to a good college. and in reality, he really just hated you.

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#taehyun x reader #txt x reader #taehyun fanfic #kang taehyun #tomorrow x together #highschool au #rivals to lovers #txt taehyun #txt #enemy spotted! -- ❆

[eilinelsghost]

silvergifting + 28

Ok! #28 (...as a lie) for this prompt game. And my apologies, I gave it my best shot but I have very little vision or inspiration for these two, so I hope it suffices! 🫣

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A strand of hair had fallen loose from the braid, wrapped and bound up at the back of the Elf’s head. Mairon watched for a long moment, then a sharp breath slipped through his teeth and he reached forward to brush it back and weave it once more secure among its fellows.

“You needn’t preen me.”

It was ever a mix of amusement and irritation with this one. It had made him hesitant at first, unsure of what approach would best suit this endeavor. Flattery had ever been the best tool set against his kind, and among his kin especially–compliment, observe, commend, inch alongside and speak by degrees, slip notes within the process that the Elf believed were from his own mind, the melodies of his own creation. But flattery had ill-suited this one. It seemed to raise every hackle and draw a flicker of suspicion from deep within those uncanny eyes.

No, flattery was a warped tool here. The prong must be quiet, calm and reserved companionship, a grudging appreciation and not effulgent praise; the hammer a backhanded compliment, affection and quip in one. Brushing near and darting away in the same motion. The barest strike.

He was all wariness, this Noldo.

They had named him for silver, but he was no such soft metal. He was burnished steel, brilliant and shimmering, beautiful and unbending. There would be trouble there, Mairon reflected, unless he kindled that steel to pliability–and that would need the long path. He let a wry smile turn his lips, swiftly calculating the ratio of fondness to disinterested amusement that would find itself welcome, and allowed himself a light snort. Then his eyes caught the flush rising through the lines of the other’s ear, the muscle taught along the jaw, and his equation shifted abruptly. Perhaps not the long path after all.

“You work with fire,” Mairon replied, then slid his fingers deep within the braid and tugged, heard the sharp gasp as the Elf fell back into his arms, saw the surprise and heady desire leap from his eyes, dark and limpid, and he knew his calculation had been correct. He kissed him full upon the lips and felt the steel turn to silver within his arms. “And I would not have you kindled by aught but me.”

#the silmarillion #prompts

[anthrofreshtodeath]

Oooh. For the prompts 22. Playful arguments please!

Let's do it! I'm being romantic about summer and baseball rn so here we go.

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Children splashed in the Talucci pool with alternating shrieks and giggles, the displacement of water creating cool air where the July sun had been only oppressive when everyone had first arrived. Jane hadn’t been around that many Italians since her cousin Rita’s wedding three years prior, and she was drunk on familiarity, on culture comforts.

And also, honestly, on beer. 

And when Jane was drunk on beer, in the summer, surrounded by Italians, she liked to argue. Good naturedly, of course, and with anyone that would give her the time of day. Tommy was up flirting with the roommate that Marisa Talucci brought over, two med school girls he had zero chance with, so it wouldn’t be him, and Frankie sat right next to Jane, but he was also drunk and when drunk he liked to laugh. So he was a no go.

That didn’t matter, however, because this Independence Day, while cousin Danny and his kid stuffed their faces at the table next to her, Jane had the perfect interlocutor right across. She pointed the rim of her half-drained bottle in that direction. “I think you’re nuts,” she said, continuing the banter she’d started a few minutes before.

Maura, who had indulged Jane because she too may have had one too many beers and one too few glasses of water, gasped. She folded her arms over her bikini top and leaned in, tossing one of the peanuts in the bowl near the center of the table at Jane’s face. It landed, and Jane’s reflexes were too delayed to stop it. Frankie bellowed out a laugh. “How could you possibly counter? OPS combines two of the most basic offensive metrics in one to provide one of the strongest predictors of production! Only the top one half of one percent of the league has a superior OPS. Every single one of those players are perennial all-stars!” Maura shouted, though the din of family fun and sizzling barbecue tempered the sharpness of it.

“I dunno Janie, I think she’s got you. Remember when Mookie led the AL in OPS? MVP caliber year,” Cousin Danny said around a mouthful of hot dog. 

“Who asked you?” Jane whipped around, motioning for him to zip it. But when she turned her sights back on Maura, she grinned wickedly. She wore her navy road alternate jersey, the one she didn’t mind getting dirty, unbuttoned over her own bikini top, simple black to Maura’s deep, rich red. She leaned back when Maura leaned in, and probably on purpose: it showed off all the musculature she worked so hard for, the musculature that often set Maura off-kilter. “Anyway, here’s what I’m saying: you have a stat that has been around since the beginning of time that basically tells you the same damn thing.”

“Oh?” asked Maura, dripping with superiority. She held back a scoff only because she wanted another sip.

Jane sucked her teeth at the daintiness of that sip. At the pink pout cradling the lip of the bottle.

“Yeah - total bases,” she said as if Maura should have thought of it before. “The more total bases the better. Ya don’t need equations or averages or any of that. Ya just need to know how many knocks a guy got and how many bases each knock counted for. I guarantee ya that tells ya as much as a guy’s slug.”

Maura paused, blinked, clearly unsure if she saw Jane’s point or if the alcohol was seeing it for her. “Well, I…”

At that moment, a particularly large twelve year old kid cannonballed into the deep end just a few feet away, and the water on everyone’s feet at the table gave Jane a wet idea. “Wanna bet? Let’s go inside. I know Carla’s got the family computer in Marisa’s old room. We can do a whole spreadsheet right. Fuckin’. Now.” 

Maura dropped her mouth open at the audacity, and then at the implication. They’d be alone. In a bedroom. Collecting data sets. Arguing. “I do want to bet. Lead the way.”

Frankie only rolled his eyes when they shot up from the table and burst through the sliding glass door to the house. Another beer it was, then.

#ask anthrofreshtodeath #otp prompts april 2023 #rizzoli and isles #lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #will the rizzoli and isles tag swallow my posts like it has in the past? we shall see 😂

[randomoranges]

a drag-meet one-shot i started months ago that lingered sadly in the non-finished fic folder. it is finally free. this is from étienne's pov about his feelings?? for kate and edward. it gets suggestive in some parts

Lucky Bastard

There are times when Étienne doesn’t really understand how he’s gotten quite this lucky. You see, he has struck gold and found the greatest human ever to spend his life with. It – still surprises him, really, when he thinks too much about it. He never thought – never even went looking – for such a person and yet, the universe had been kind and had put them in his life.

For starters, Edward has to be the kindest man he’s ever met. Étienne sees it in the way Edward helps out the people in his neighbourhood, the way he treats his employees and the way he cares for the people who are near and dear to him.

He’s drop-dead gorgeous too, in Étienne’s unbiased opinion. There’s the way he dresses, naturally; the bold colours he has in his wardrobe and the nice fitting clothes. Étienne’s taken great pleasure in shopping for him, over the time they’ve been dating.

And even when Edward goes for his comfiest sweats and his rattiest shirt to do work around the house, Étienne still thinks he’s gorgeous, even if he can’t wait to get his hands on him to help him out of his clothes, for more than the obvious reason.

But there’s also the way Edward physically looks as well; from the roundness of him to the layer of chest hair Étienne is so very fond of. Étienne’s favourite part when they’re intimate together is undressing his partner to reveal the warm skin underneath the clothing and the fullness of his body.

Edward is all sorts of smart as well, it’s incredible. Étienne likes to watch him solve complicated equations for fun. He understands very little of it, but Edward makes it look like its own art form, and when he tries to explain it, it may as well be a foreign tongue, but Étienne is mesmerised nonetheless.

He’s also quite competent, it astounds him. Edward has a variety of skills that never cease to amaze Étienne. He’s so very skilled with his hands (in all the right ways that make him squirm in delight), but also when it comes to preparing meals, or fixing things around the house. Edward doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty and he’ll tinker on his own motorbikes for fun, (which Étienne thinks is sexy as all else.)

On top of it, Edwad is funny with his bluntness, dry wit and cutting remarks. Étienne loves when they’re out together and Edward says something catty under his breath just for him to hear. It isn’t rare for Edward to have him in stitches, bent over laughing and with tears rolling down his cheeks, gasping for breath. (And of course, there are the other reasons as to why Edward has him in those ways, but that’s a different topic.)

Edward is also patient. With him. Especially with him. Étienne’s known his fair share of people who’ve found him to be too much. In his intensity. In his insecurities. And in everything in between. Yet, Edward has never brushed him off for one thing or another. It isn’t to say they haven’t disagreed, or that he hasn’t gotten on Edward’s last collective nerve, or that Edward’s idiosyncrasies haven’t made him feral at least once either, but never to the point of being mean and hurtful about it. Edward’s always tried his best to understand and be supportive of him and that’s been so much more than anyone before him.

Of course, Edward is also strong; both physically and mentally. Étienne admires him for it – likes to watch him lift boxes and things. Likes to see his shirt ride up just so and his muscles flex under the effort. It’s hot, really. (Étienne also likes it when Edward picks him up as though he’s light as a feather and when he tosses him onto the bed to devour him as though he’s some long sought out after snack he’s been craving for ages. He likes being manhandled by Edward every now and again. Likes to be pinned under his weight as well.)

Unfortunately, there’s also the occasional bullshit Edward has to go through on occasion, but Edward remains mostly calm about it and there are times when Étienne wonders how he does it all, as if he’s some secret super-hero. (And maybe he is – he’s Étienne’s after all. He certainly does not possess the same mental fortitude Edward has, but he makes it his business to be there for his partner when he needs him.)

And then, there’s Kate.

Kate.

His gorgeous and wonderful Kate.

Kate, who steals his breath away when he gets to see her.

Kate and her sharp tongue and wicked humour, who never holds anything back.

Her luscious full lips he can never quite get enough of. Red painted lips that offer him the prettiest of smiles and the most exasperated of grimaces – and if he’s lucky, the most sensuous of kisses.

His attention snaps to her the moment she steps inside a room, perfectly attuned to her. Her presence is commanding and he can’t help how his every fiber responds to her.

To her touch.

To her caresses.

To her smile.

To the look in those hazel eyes, he simply adores. (They say, in their own way, look at me. You don’t need to look at anyone else. I’m all you need. (And she is. She is.))

She’s too pretty.

She’s too cool; the life of every party. The natural center of a conversation.

She’s his girlfriend.

She’s his boyfriend.

And he feels so many things – about her – about him.

It's a bit overwhelming – in all the good ways, but it still takes him by surprise and leaves him reeling, disoriented at best.

She’s amazing.

She's drop dead gorgeous in her perfectly thought-out outfits and dresses. And he loves helping her get into them, just as much as he loves undressing her as she shivers in anticipation under his eager hands, waiting for what he’ll do to her next.

He wants her carnally. (Wants her to tie him up and use him. Wants to be at her mercy. Wants her to have him beg for release. He wants to hear her moan. Wants her nails to scratch down his back. Wants her cock deep inside of him. Wants her to ride him. Wants to make her yell his name in pleasure – he’s not picky.)

He wants to paint her and study every one of her expressions. Wants to immortalise every moment they spend together.

He wants to hold her in his arms and never let go. He wants to love on every part of her and make sure she knows that she is so very important to him.

He wants to show her off to everyone he knows (that's HIS!!! girlfriend!!!!!!!) – and isn’t that just the loveliest of things to exist in the world?

He wants to shout it from the rooftops to share it with everyone else as well. So that people know, that of all the bastards out there, she picked him! Him!

He worships her.

He respects her.

She could do whatever she wants to him.

He’d do anything in the world for her.

She's his queen.

She's his god.

He's so fucking gone. He's utterly besotted by her. By him.

He’s one lucky bastard and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

FIN

#pc: montreal #étienne maisonneuve #au #fic #drag-meet au #one-shot