#just a weirdly arm-shaped rock

[mantisgodsaus]

More selkieverse worldbuilding time. Fun fact: all selkies are bound to one of the four classical elements (fire, earth, air, water). The specific element varies by individual, but it tends to run in families - due, largely, to the fact that the creature that your pelt belongs to tends to heavily affect how inclined members of a strain may be to being a given element. The best-known, of course, are pinnipeds, who are almost always Water aligned, but marsupial selkies are known for frequently being aligned to Earth, and nearly every single avian strain out there will trend strongly towards Air. Fire tends to be rarest, with no consistent lines, turning up only occasionally in individual selkies.

When aligned to an element, a selkie will naturally be drawn to that thing - Water often produces an impossibly strong draw to water, both the sea and any other bodies of water that may be available to a selkie. Earth might be drawn underground, spelunking or tunneling and going ever deeper until some Earth selkies may wind up not seeing the sun for weeks or months at a time. Air, of course, produces a longing for the air and for flight - and Fire, a draw towards heat and flame which has been well-known to lead to disaster.

Beyond the longing for the elemend one is bound to, one's alignment also tends to offer resistance to one's element - Earth, for example, tends to make a selkie far more resilient against blunt force than other members of its species and offer a strong resistance to the psychological impact of darkness and claustrophobia, and Water selkies are often heavily resistant to both water pressure and any form of drowning.

With most forms of selkie, a strong presence of their aligned element will also tend to make them a bit more difficult to harm - while not offering an offensive advantage, a seal in water tends to simply be harder to hit, a bird in the air will find more ways to dodge you in the air than you knew existed, and trying to chase a weasel into a set of tunnels will have it finding more exits than you ever knew existed.

The final thing that an element affects generally isn't evident until a selkie dies. Upon a selkie's death, the bug body will generally decompose into its associated element within less than a day - though the dead sealskin will remain, the resultant body is rarely stable enough to be formally recognized as a body if you don't know precisely what to look for. Though the exact material varies, it is always tied to their core element - seafoam, lake water, and pond scum have all been recorded from pinnipeds of various forms, cinder and ash is common from Fire, Earth has been known to crumble to sand and leave bug-shaped stone formations in equal part, and Air has the disquieting tendancy to not leave any sign of a body at all.

Though there have been a multitude of rumors and myths suggesting that some selkies may gain the ability to fully control and manipulate their element, when sufficiently attuned to it, there is no concrete evidence to suggest it - historically, all signs have pointed to this being folklore, not fact. Primarily, this seems to stem from a quirk of selkie psychology - something similar to the call of the void. 

Occasionally, particularly when near the ends of their lives (either by old age or should they have the time to feel it after being dealt a mortal wound), selkies are known to seek out any font of their element that they can. Though poorly researched, there are enough anecdotes to construct an idea of the phenomenon. Selkies affected by this will commonly claim that the thing they're seeking out is "calling to them" - an intensification of the pull that element normally has on a given selkie, and an urge to follow it deeper - the bottom of the ocean, the centre of the earth, the very highest part of the sky, the burning heart of a flame.

Should they listen, and follow the call, they rarely come back - losing themselves to the pull of their own essence's wish to join with the greater body of its element. Unlike other methods of death, this does not generally leave a pelt behind, as most selkies will want to bring their skin with them to seek out whatever lies at the other end of this call, and thus the pelt will also be recombined into the core of whatever force of nature they've gone to seek.

#bf aus #selkieverse #this bits just straight up magic because selkies are Very Normal Beasts #hey did you know that in some old selkie mythos they turn to sea foam when they die? no? you should. #in some ways the pelt could be said to be more real than the bug body of the selkie #this is also part of why damage to the pelt is so damn risky btw #one of the functions that a selkies pelt provides is keeping the bug body stable #and once that fails. uhh. Bad Things Happen #this also makes it really really hard to identify when selkies are killed because they dont really. leave a body most of the time #just a dead pelt and that typically isn't as identifiable as you might wish #anyways this post is relevant so that you can know that when the scorpion ripped off astos arm it didnt even get like. a Meat Arm #just a weirdly arm-shaped rock #you are free to speculate on who's aligned with what btw. this is because we know too much about old systems of alchemy #and now insert random elements of Cool Magic into all of our works for fun & profit

[dottoresdiscordkitten69]

His Favorite...

WARNINGS: LORD/SERVANT RELATIONSHIP, MENTIONED EIMIKO, NSFW, PWP

WORDS: 1.2K

Carrying a tray into the room, you sat it down on a nearby nightstand and hovered over Kuni’s body. He was stubborn, always trying to sleep in when he knew it would be either Miko dragging him to come fulfill duties with his mother, or the more desirable option, you.

He wants you to come and wake him up in the mornings. He wants to feel your gentle shakes and those fingers fixing his hair so he can wake up and see your face looking down at him. He wants to feel your nails gently scratch his head as you call out to him with that voice of yours he finds himself stopping to listen to. Even if Miko has him in a headlock, he’s not budging til he hears you ask him to do it, with that teasing tone you have as you–

Was that tea being poured? His eyes opened from the sound, he saw you there, hair slightly disheveled as you bent over slightly to pour tea. Your casual attire was draped over a large warm scarf you could honestly use as a weirdly shaped blanket if you wanted too, it was common to see you wear extra layers while in his room though, due to how cold he preferred the temperature. When you heard the shifting of sheets and blankets, you peered over your shoulder, “Hm? Sorry, did I wake you…?”

The young man shook his head. “No… That’s what you’re supposed to do…Though..” He cracked his fingers as he stretched. “Why are you making tea so early, shouldn’t you wait til lunch or…” He dragged on the ‘or’ waiting for you to respond. Though all you did was shake your head, “Not today, Lady Yae told me you could have off today, as she was having problems and needed to see Lord Shogun…” You stood there for a minute with your pointer on your chin, trying to figure out what she may have needed, quickly breaking out of your trance with a thump from the room above you.

Which just so happened to be the Shogun’s room.

Kunikuzushi waved his hand, “Don’t mind that.” His face looked slightly disgusted, he then shook his head and outstretched his arms. “Forget about the tea, come here.” He said in a monotone voice, his fingers stretched outwards as well, showing his desperation for the moment he was so craving. Setting down the tea pot, you smiled and removed the scarf, placing it on a nearby chair as you walked towards him. Once you got close enough, his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you close to him.

With some scrambling and a minute later, your body straddled his waist, rocking back and forth on it with your thighs on either side. “Is this how you want to spend your day off..?” You asked, laughing slightly as his hands continued caressing your hips. “Everyday is a day off for me if I complain enough.” The man quickly snapped back, looking up at you and that slightly smug smile you had adorning your lips.

You knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

He was always so needy, from that first time he expressed his want and need for you. He looked forward to those kisses in the morning or those small promises you gave him whenever he gave Miko or Raiden a hard time. He was a grown man who threw child-like tantrums, gaining this mentality when Ei set him free, but quickly reeled him back in when she found what had happened in the time he had left her eyes. She pampered and smothered him, not wanting him to feel unloved again, he didn’t care much til Miko introduced you three years ago.

Just like his mother, Kunikuzushi got his own fox envoy to toy with. Though you were oh so much calmer… Just what he needed to directly contradict his personality, now here you were. Door locked and your needy lord with his face stuffed between your chest and he desperately suckled on your skin, trying his best to make marks and claim you as his so everyone else knew to stay away.

The childish puppet couldn’t get enough of how your fingers caressed his cheeks, bringing his pouting lips away from your face. Lowering your own and pressing a soft kiss onto them, peppering his face with them until he suddenly pulled away and lifted up your shirt a bit, biting and nipping on the skin underneath. Surprised squeaks and squeals left your mouth as he started this, though it didn’t surprise you much as you knew he desired to be as close to you as possible.

Pulling back, he wrapped his hands around both of your thighs, looking up into your eyes. “I don’t want you leaving this bed today, it’s my day off anyways, not yours.” That smug smirk crept onto his lips for a moment, it probably lasted longer but you really couldn’t tell since he shifted your body up, core just over his face. He nuzzled his nose right onto it as well, tongue pressing against that wet spot you couldn’t hide no matter what. “Let me have a taste…” His hot breath moistened the area, making your thighs clamp around his face. “Your lord demands it…”

Letting out a breathy sigh, you swallowed, knowing you were going to have to prepare yourself to keep quiet if you didn’t want Miko to give you an earful tomorrow. “Of course, my lord deserves it…” You caressed his hair, “Don’t get carried away, who else is going to wake you up tomorrow?” You caught him off guard with that, his cheeks reddened, of course you couldn’t see that but he still felt it on himself.

His nimble fingers moved your underwear to the side, without any time to waste, his tongue instantly began its attack on your hole. A relieved sigh escaped your lips, making you hunch over as you felt his tongue do as it pleased as you dripped all over it. You heard hums of delight and appreciation, felt them as well as they vibrated throughout your lower half. Body feeling every single movement he made, you let out a small yelp as you felt your legs shake and practically collapse on yourself.

Your hole drove deeper into his mouth, yelping as your hands planted themselves above his head. “So–sorry! I lost my balance–”

Without warning your lips out a number of noises combined into one, feeling how breathy moans climbed out of your throat. His tongue delved deeper into your core, his hands having a tight grip on your thighs, trying to desperately pull you closer and closer. When trying to raise yourself, his fingers climbed, digging themselves into your ass and bringing you down with more force. Your body twitched and swayed with each flick and desperate suck his mouth did to pleasure you.

Was he enjoying this? Most definitely, he was getting everything he wanted on his day off. His bed and a sweet treat for him to enjoy all for himself. By pure accident, you grinded against his tongue, his hips bucked and you knew you were over with for the next hour. “If you’re so desperate just say so…”

His eyes peered up at you for a minute, where he was able to gaze at your flushed cheeks and worn out expression. “Right…” He teased, “You can’t speak for yourself, pathetic..”

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #one shot #reader insert #my fic #fluff #ao3 #scaramouche #ktober #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #eimiko #ei #yae miko #genshin smut #smut

[endersimp]

Mike and Scott flirting headcannons

hello my lovely simps! this is my first every fic, so please be kind! if you want me to write for a specific character, send in an ask!

Summary: headcannons for both Mike and Scott flirting with a gn reader

Warnings: none

Mike

This boy might be nervous wreck but he adores you!

Like, he’ll try to be subtle, but he is NOT

You like frogs? He’ll try catch one and show it to you!

You like the stars? Boom. He’s asking you to teach him constellations and smiling the whole time.

You like climbing trees? He might be a little scared but there is NO way he’ll miss out on an opportunity to be with you!

Mike will absolutely get flustered if you’re a fan of touching. Side hugs, sleep cuddling, even things like brushing hands or leaning on him will have him blushing like crazy. He does love it though.

If you’re on the same team, he’ll make sure to stay near you just in case something happens in a challenge. Definitely not cause he likes being around you!

If you’re on a different team, get ready for a little friendly rivalry between you too! But the second you’re at risk of being voted, he’ll throw the challenge without a second thought.

Scott

Everyone knows he like you, except him.

He might be adorable but he is not the smartest at emotions.

He’ll try and impress you with his animal “knowledge”. Every single animal WILL be pointed out and incorrectly named. That bird flying up there? That’s a bug-eating rat feather! What do you mean, it’s a seagull? No it’s not!

Scott will try and do little things to make himself close to you. Leaning against you, or having an arm around your shoulder are two of his favourite ways. 

Gifts are a common things with Scott. Anything from pretty rocks to weirdly shaped sticks to clumps of dirt will be given to you as he proudly tells you how and where he found it. 

Without a doubt, you’ll be roped into his schemes one way or another, but you don’t need to worry to much because he will absolutely tamper with the votes to make sure you aren’t voted out. 

#endersimps writes #total drama x reader #td x reader #td mike #td scott #td mal x reader #td Scott x reader #Mike td x reader #Scott td x reader #Mike td #scott td

[animationmovieshipps]

First Time (LA Luffy x Fem. Reader) +18

That was really happening. You couldn't go back, and you didn't want to, you couldn't think anything else when he grabbed you in his arms and kissed you.

Your feelings for each other had changed since when you two were kids, you were afraid it would be a problem when you met again, but you were enjoying what you were feeling, more than you probably should have.

Your lips slid sloppily across each other in an initially calm kiss, until you felt his tongue pass through your mouth as if asking for entry. 

You opened your mouth, trying to catch the breath that escaped your lungs for a second before the inside of your mouth was invaded by his tongue and he swallowed you in a most sinful kiss. 

You continued to kiss, until you released his hand from the back of his head and brought it to his hair, tangling your fingers through his curls and pulling back, biting and holding his bottom lip between your teeth for a second.

You broke the kiss, but didn't separate your mouth from his body for even a thousandth of a second.

You trailed kisses down his chin, until you reached his neck, licking and nibbling at his skin as if you were a hungry animal devouring its prey. 

For a moment you thought you were exaggerating in your displays of love, but you soon saw that you weren't, when you realized that your ears were being graced by his sweet sighs. 

You stopped for a moment to look at his face again. There was so much happiness that sometimes you doubted if it was even real. His lips were so rosy, as if he had applied some lipstick. 

It made you want to kiss him even more. 

"Is this your first time too?" You asked him, stroking his cheek. 

"Considering the fact that the only woman I'm attracted to is right here with me, pretty much yeah." He joked.

You couldn't contain your laughter and rested your face on his chest. 

"Sorry." You said between laughs. 

"Do you want to make it up to me?" He asked, which made you look up again and saw him gesture for you to come closer.

You got closer to his face, realizing that he wanted to say something in your ear. 

Your eyes widened and your entire face turned red with embarrassment as you processed the words he said. But after the momentary shock passed, it seemed to be strangely arousing. 

"OK." You said softly, agreeing to do it. 

Luffy smiled and pulled you into another passionate kiss.

You trailed a path of kisses down his chest, down his belly, until you finally reached where you needed to be. You were embarrassed to look, but at the same time you couldn't look away.

You had no idea if that was actually his size or if he was using his stretching powers to impress you.

"U okay?" He asked, noticing your delay in continuing.

"Huh? Y-yes, yes, just a little nervous since I've never done this before." You confessed.

"You don't have to do this." He said, despite his sore groin eager to be touched, he didn't seem sad or disappointed if you had backed out at the last minute. "If you want we can stop for- ah...!" His words turned into a breathy groan when in one quick gesture, you grabbed his length in your hand.

It was strangely warm against your hand and hard as a rock. It was so weirdly shaped, you felt like you would never understand why looking at it turned you on.

You slowly started to move your hand, eliciting more beautiful sounds from him. You desperately needed more and you knew how to get it. 

Without letting him wait any longer, you lowered your head, bringing your face closer to his manhood and began to run your tongue around his glans, which was beautifully pink, just like his lips.

It tasted a little strange, but somehow you liked it.

Not long after, you closed your lips around it and took him into your mouth, at least as far as it fit. Your hand continued to jerk off the part that didn't fit in your mouth, while you sucked him vehemently, as if your life depended on it.

He moaned and arched his back as he felt every part of his body tingle with pleasure, a smile forming on his lips as he realized it felt 1000 times better than people said to him it would be.

For someone who had never done anything like that before, you seemed to know very well what you were doing.

"F-fuck.." He breathed out, you felt one of his hands rest on the top of your head. It was the first time you heard him swear. You were amazed that he knew those words, but you had to admit, it was sexy as fuck. "How did you get so good at this?"

There was no way you could answer his question with your mouth full, but you couldn't be happier that your beloved was enjoying it.

Everything was going well, until suddenly, he started to feel something strange happen, as if he was about to urinate. 

What he least wanted was to fill your mouth with pee, but he couldn't muster the strength to ask you to stop when he was seeing stars and it felt like his soul was slowly leaving his body.

You were startled for a moment, feeling the inside of your mouth being filled with something you didn't know what it was, but you knew it was coming from inside of you. And it tasted horrible.

You turned your face away and spat the sticky liquid into the water, but some of it was still stuck in your mouth.

"Are you okay?" You asked, laying down on him again and resting your chin on his chest. Without saying anything, he wrapped his arms around your body and quickly switched positions, laying you down in the shallow water of the bathtub.

His beautiful eyes looked at you with love and desire at the same time, before kissing your lips again. You gasped and moaned loudly as you felt him greedily suck on one of your breasts and flick his tongue over your nipple, while groping the other in his hand.

You wanted to wrap your arm around his head, but if you didn't use it to keep your torso upright, you would fall into the bathtub.

"Will milk come out if I keep sucking on them?" He asked between laughs.

"What? No." You laughed.

Resting his hands on both of your knees, he spread your legs to get a better look at what was between them.

"... Is that a small penis?" Luffy asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy. "I didn't know women had it too."

"I don't know if that's exactly it." You said. "But I remember one time I touched it and... It felt weird."

"Weird good or weird bad?" He asked.

"Weird good." You replied, moaning softly when he brushed the tip of his thumb over the small nub above your intimate area.

"Do you like it?" He asked again, feeling his member harden again as he was in control of the situation. He couldn't control himself anymore, he needed to be inside you right away.

"Y-yes." You replied, before he lay on top of you again and kissed you.

"Can I put it in now? Please..." He whispered breathlessly in your ear, before kissing your neck.

With him speaking in that tone, you couldn't deny it. You slowly wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Go ahead, make me yours..." You whispered.

"If it hurts too much, tell me, okay?" Luffy warned before anything, stroking your cheek. "I would never forgive myself if I caused you pain."

You smiled and looked him lovingly in the eyes. You couldn't deny to yourself that you were a little afraid of being deflowered, but his affectionate words and caresses reassured you. 

You have never been more ready.

He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed into you as slowly as he could, moaning as he was overwhelmed by the sensation of your warm interior around his dick. It seemed it was made for him, just like you two were made for each other.

Despite the fear you felt at first, you didn't exactly feel pain when his cock stretched your walls, it was more like discomfort, a huge discomfort, but you remained calm, knowing it wouldn't last long. At least that's what Pearl told you.

Despite wanting so badly, he didn't move, waiting as long as it took for you to get used to it.

After a while, you began to notice that the discomfort had disappeared significantly. He no longer needed to stand still.

"Can I move now?" He asked, feeling like he couldn't wait another second.

"Y-yes." You replied, taking a deep breath to continue staying calm.

Resting his hands on either side of your body, he slowly pulled out of your wet cunt and pushed in again, repeating that same process a second and third time, until he was sure to set a rhythm.

You moaned loudly, the pain and pleasure mixing and disorienting your senses when you feel his cock entering deep inside you.

"Shit, this feels so good." He said between laughs, still thrusting himself inside of you. 

It was like everything was a fun game for him, but you didn't mind it at all, as long as he was feeling good. Luckily, you were too.

"Do you like this? Do you?" He asked, wrapping his arms underneath your thighs and pulling, making your pelvis collide with his thrusts.

"Ah! Yes, yes, please don't stop..." You cried out, tightening your fingers on the edge of the tub.

You were enjoying every minute of that very intimate moment, until, you started to feel a strange sensation, as if you wanted to pee, but you knew it wasn't when you felt what seemed to be bubbles inside, while he began to pound you mercilessly, after you asked him to fuck you harder.

His hands released your thighs and lovingly caressed their way up your legs to your ankles, which were firmly grasped. He was so loving and rough at the same time. You loved it.

Your legs were spread even further and pushed up to your head, he stopped for a brief moment to climb on top of you and went back to slamming his hips against you.

You let out a squeak, followed by a succession of moans. You didn't believe he could go even deeper inside you.

"You look so beautiful like this..." The young man above you murmured huskily, incessantly chasing the pleasurable sensation in his groin that grew more and more intense with each passing minute.

"S-something's happening, Luffy..." You stuttered between your uncontrolled moans.

"Whatever it is, just let it happen." He replied, not daring to stop as his body was now acting on pure instinct and not his own will.

You did as he said, seconds later you felt your entire body shudder as you were hit by a sensation that made you feel as if your soul had left your body, touched the sky and slowly returned to your body on earth.

For some reason, as your body tried to recover from what had just happened, you managed to feel that sticky liquid that was previously in your mouth, fill your insides, as if you were a donut being filled with sweet filling.

It was inexplicably good to feel that white goo overflowing from inside you.

Luffy fell on top of you, his body tired from all the effort. But you knew he was pleased with what you guys did, just like you were too.

After a while, he lifted his head and gave you a beautiful smile. You smiled back and tenderly caressed his face.

Even though he was extremely affectionate with you, he never told you he loved you. And he didn't need to, you could see it in his eyes.

That day he made you feel like the most loved woman in the whole world. You were no longer a girl, you were a woman, his woman.

#opla x reader #monkey d. luffy #opla luffy #monkey d. luffy x reader

[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 9.2 | full chapter without breaks on AO3

content warning: more fluff, more laughs, a little bit of insecurity from Miguel and reader, underage drinking (all of the characters are aged 18-20 so by USA standards, that's underaged. but college kids will be college kids. and so will high school graduates.), a mention of an edible like once, Hobie is here! (fr this time), Pavitr too, even more jealous Miguel, 18+ so MNDI, wet wet relations, fellatio, cunnilingus, Miguel is a munch (his fantasies are unraveling finally), cum play if you squint, partially public indecency???, I think that's it

word count: 9.3k, halfway proofread (I split it really weirdly so I apologize for that lol)

Some of the links used in this part are just to give you an idea of what's going on! Enjoy! 🩵

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GymRat!Miguel who texts Tyler while you’re in the shower. 

Dad…Tyler:

“She really loved it. Thank you so much for helping me out with this, Dad.”

“Any time, son! I’m glad everything went well! I can have my people send over the video form of the animation if you would like.”

“Sure, I can have it on hand.”

“And I take it, you like the yacht?”

“It’s extremely nice! Captain Barrett is pretty cool.”

“Don’t tell him you said that or it’ll go to that funny mustache.”

“Ok 😭”

“I did have a question though.”

“Ask away.”

“What did Kron do to his other boat?”

“What didn’t he do to that boat? He had too many friends on that thing all with a mix of substances I could never dream of combining. Their parents had to come drag them out lest the police get involved. I’ve never helped Kron with any event or party since then. He hasn’t earned it and he embarrassed me greatly.”

“Would you be more comfortable if we held off on the drinks?”

“See son, the difference between you and Kron is that you understand the legal ramifications of doing something so idiotic as having illegal items on a property that isn’t yours as a minor. You also have integrity and respect, something that Kron has lost sight of. I trust that neither you nor your friends will do anything too drastic.”

“Yeah, there’s no crazy stuff happening this weekend.”

“I believe it.”

“Get back to your girlfriend now. Thank you for checking up on your old man. Tell her I said hello.”

“For sure. Good night.”

“Good night!”

GymRat!Miguel who opens his arms up to you as you come out of the bathroom. You hurried to lay in his arms, skin warm from your shower. 

You snuggle up under his chin, “Today was really fun.”

“Yeah?” he rubs your head slowly. 

“Mm hm. Now, we should sleep.”

A yawn racks through Miguel’s body, the day of driving settling in his bones. 

You keep your ear on his chest. The steady tempo of his heart and his breaths lulling you to sleep. 

GymRat!Miguel who is still asleep by the time you wake up. You both ended up at opposite ends of the giant bed with just your legs intertwining. 

You look over to Miguel and watch his chest rise and fall, his snores crescendoing at each breath. 

You lay your head back on the pillow, eyes tracing the shape of his face in this morning light. The water was calm, giving the boat a slight rock. Some seagulls flew by, their sounds fading in and out. 

You scoot closer to get a better look, your hand lightly following the line of his face. 

His eyes flutter open at your touch, a brown sea welcoming you. 

“G’morning,” his voice is terribly deep like this. The timbre shoots straight to your core. 

“Morning. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you whisper. 

Miguel moves to lay his head on your chest, taking a deep breath. “It’s fine. The sight made me feel like I went to heaven.”

He pulled you closer by the waist, “Ten more minutes?”

“Rest up all you need, bear-bear.”

GymRat!Miguel who is just as excited as Gabriel when he gets to the deck that morning. The agenda was swimming with the dolphins before everyone else got here.

Miguel and Gabriel were practically buzzing in their matching wetsuits. Dana snuck in a video laughing at the twin looks on their faces. 

GymRat!Miguel who sneaks glances at your form on the way to the dolphin center. You’re leaning over the edge of the smaller boat, the wind against your face. The wetsuit was doing wonders for the curve of your figure. 

GymRat!Miguel who ends up going into a nerd session about dolphins with Gabriel. Both of them are spitting out dolphin facts at the speed of light. 

 “I just think that if you were to be any dolphin, it’s so obvious that you would be an orca.” 

“But why, though? Because I’m big? That’s a new low, even for you, Gabri.”

“No, it’s because you’re mixed, obviously. Killer whale aka orca aka dolphin. Duh, Miguelito.”

“Don’t ‘duh’ me because that doesn’t even make sense. Orcas are still classified as dolphins even though they look like whales.”

“Just like you-”

“I’m going to smack you off the side of this boat if you finish that sentence.”

“Resulting to violence just like a killer whale, what a shame.”

“You’re so annoying. Orcas are smart, they speak different languages based on their pod, and the name was actually ‘whale killers,’ not ‘killer whales.’ That would make me an orca, but I would not be one because I would never take care of my family but abandon my children.”

“A lot of male dolphins abandon their families. A lot of them hang out with the bros and come back.”

“Female dolphins can do the hard work of carrying babies from ten to eighteen months, so enlighten me, Gabri. What are the male dolphins doing with the bros?”

Gabriel squinted his eyes and put his finger up weakly, “This is a trick question.”

“No it’s not! Don’t you know the answer?” Miguel put his hands out, as if waiting for a physical object to be presented. 

“I do know the answer, which is why I don’t want to give you the satisfaction.”

“Well, now I want to know because you two nerds wouldn’t shut up about bottlenose dolphins just five minutes ago,” Dana scoffs as she takes off her shades, the morning sun too much for her. 

“That’s not the same energy you had last night when I-”

“No one wants to hear that.”

“Shut up, Miguel,” Gabriel snaps back. “They take care of other dolphin babies. And sometimes become friends with benefits with their homies.”

Dana makes a disgusted face, “And you’re defending that? Wow. So when I have your kid you’re going to leave me and go do fuck all with Pavitr?”

“No, Dana, I would never do that! We discussed this! Miguel is going to study seahorses, make me a safe mutation, and I’ll carry them for you!”

“I don’t even study genetics so I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“So you wouldn’t carry her babies?” Gabriel gestures towards you in a panic. 

Miguel looks towards you at the front of the boat, watching the water go by. 

He thought of you as a mom, carrying his kid, holding their hand in the park, picking decor for the nursery. 

He thought of you under him, taking everything he could give you and more. You screaming his name as the bed creaks loud enough to fill the hallway. 

“I would, but that’s not the question right now.”

“Why did it take you so long to answer that?” Gabriel’s tone was high. 

“Oh my god, he was thinking of getting her pregnant,” Dana says in horror. 

“Oh, so I have to listen to your escapades, but I can’t even daydream in silence?”

GymRat!Miguel who listens intently to the staff. No harm shall come to any dolphin on his behalf.  

GymRat!Miguel who makes friends with one of the cute dolphins. Her name is Dotty because of the few spots she has on her body. 

She immediately gravitates towards Miguel. Her blowhole squeals constantly whenever Miguel talks to her. 

“Well I think Dotty is in love!” the instructor yells from across the enclosed water. 

GymRat!Miguel who laughs at Dana who keeps getting splashed on by the baby dolphins. 

GymRat!Miguel who looks so cute with his nose touching Dotty’s rostrum. They’re spinning in circles with Dotty clicking away like a cat purring. 

GymRat!Miguel who watches you interact with one of the bigger dolphins whose name is Mon. 

“Mon and Dotty are a couple, but he’s a little sad today because Dotty isn't giving him any attention,” the instructor says with a giant pout on her face. 

Even Mon’s clicks sounded sad and Miguel didn’t know how that was possible. 

Mon places his chin on your shoulder and you’re immediately in love, rubbing his body and consoling him and his broken heart. 

“It’s ok, Mon. You can hang out with me,” you say in a sweet voice. Mon’s fins squeezed you even tighter. 

A sweater, some random guys, Dana, Blake, and now a dolphin. Miguel can’t win. 

GymRat!Miguel who watches Mon click and spin happily when you feed him fish for doing a trick. 

“That was so good, Monie!” you pat his head, and he leans into your hands. 

GymRat!Miguel who thinks Dotty and Mon are a bit like you and him. They’re twirling in the water together, rubbing their bodies close. 

GymRat!Miguel who sits with you on the boat ride back, watching the dolphins race with the boat halfway to the yacht.

GymRat!Miguel whose eyebrows raise when he sees one of your friends as you guys step off the boat. 

“Hobie!” you squeal, running to hug the lanky figure. 

“My girl! How have you been, love?” he asks, a deep London accent lining his words. 

Love?

“I’m so happy you made it! How’s the apprenticeship? Any new techniques to share?”

“A lot more than techniques, if you know what I mean?” Hobie leaned on you as he snickered away. 

Miguel might pop a fuse. 

GymRat!Miguel who lingers by as you chat away with Hobie. The two of you are catching up for a while and Miguel wants to walk back to the room with you so you can help him take off this tight wetsuit. 

He’s lightly kicking at a puddle with his arms crossed when you call his name. 

“This is my boyfriend, Miguel,” you say, coming up to him and wrapping an arm around his.

“He’s a big one, innit?” Hobie says, holding his hand out. “Hobie Brown.”

Miguel shook it with a sturdy hand, “Miguel O’Hara. Nice to meet you.”

“How long have you known this firecracker for?” Hobie gestured to you with a smile.

“It’ll be a year once August hits. The best ten months of my life, honestly,” Miguel says, leaning down to kiss your temple. 

“She’s got you wrapped ‘round her finger, yeah?” Hobie smirked at the love drunk look on Miguel’s face. “Yeah, you’re a goner. That’s just how she is. One encounter and it’s hard to let go.”

Hobie went to pick up his one backpack, a master at light travel from how much he’s moving. 

“Don’t let me stop yous two from partying. See ya in an hour, love,” Hobie said walking away. 

You look up at Miguel, “The best ten months?”

“Yep. Love?”

“It’s a British thing. He’s friendly!”

“Hm.”

“And definitely demisexual.”

“Hmph.”

“You’re very territorial.”

“For good reason.”

GymRat!Miguel who makes it to the boardwalk after he’s changed to greet their friends and guide them to the yacht. 

There’s a lot of you, especially from Gabriel and Dana’s graduating class. Miguel greets everyone warmly. 

It feels good to unite his old friends and newer friends together.

GymRat!Miguel who makes a plan to be the best at every activity on the agenda today. Yeah, he wanted to have fun, but for some reason, he felt like he had something to prove.

He walks back out to the top deck to see Hobie laying out on the flat slats under the shade. His arms are crossed and his shades are hiding his full expression. 

From here, Miguel can hear Blake chatting it up with some of the girls that are hanging out near the on-deck pool. He looks over the edge and sees him grinning from ear to ear as the girls giggle. He clicks his teeth at the scene. 

“Big Migs, c’mere for a sec, will ya?” Hobie said.

“He’s a bit chatty, that one. An overachiever if I’ve ever seen it.”

On second thought, Miguel might like Hobie a lot.

“All morning, he’s been spitting nothing but rubbish. Going on and on about the boat and the city and his socials. Nothing of substance, just straight air.”

Miguel snickered, “It feels like that’s all he’s got going for himself. His daddy’s boat, his daddy’s money, and his face.”

Miguel recounts the events from last afternoon. How he lacked respect for not only him but for you and your personal space. 

“Not gonna lie, I’d smash his head in,” Hobie replied calmly.

Miguel let out a hearty laugh, “I wanted to and honestly, I could, but there are several circumstances stopping me. Such as the fact that we’re on his dad’s property.”

“But deep it, when’s the next time you’ll need to be on this thing?”

Miguel is about to respond in agreement when you round the corner from the stairs. 

“There you two are!”

You smile at the two of them, “Are you guys getting along? Has Hobie convinced you to join him on some scheme across the country?”

Miguel took a deep breath before responding. He knew what outfits you brought with you, a lot of them matched his own, but it was still like new whenever you put them on. 

He didn’t have enough time in the world to cherish your beauty. 

“They’re not schemes, baby, they’re elaborate plans,” Miguel responds.

“Man like, Migs!” Hobie hops up and drags his arm around Miguel’s shoulders. 

You shake your head with a warm smile on your face, laughing at Hobie’s antics.

“And you look stunning. Though, I’m not too sure if it’s fit for hoverboarding.”

“That’s because I’m jet skiing and shaking ass, Hobie. You guys can have fun flipping in the air.”

“Right on, then. Migs and I have important business to attend to.”

Miguel nods, “Extremely important.”

You eyed them both, “Uh huh.” They left in a controlled frenzy, Hobie pulling his wicks up with a giant band and Miguel cracking his neck.

You didn’t even want to know. 

GymRat!Miguel who is a bit peeved that Blake has to give the water hoverboard demonstration. He’s staying up there longer than necessary, grabbing girls to balance them in the middle of his board while he flips them around.

You’re standing next to Miguel during it all, waiting for Miguel’s turn so you can get a video.

“Hey!” Blake yells out in your direction. “Wanna take it for a spin?”

You shake your head and yell back, “No, I’m good!”

“Just three minutes! Don’t be scared! I won’t drop you.”

“No thanks,” you bite back, voice irritated. 

Blake smiles with a hand on his hip, ready to convince you, when Hobie pipes up, “The lady said no. Can we move on?”

Blake’s face cracked a bit as he told one of the crew members to kill the power in the waterboard. 

“What is up with him?” you mumble to yourself. 

“I think he likes you,” Pavitr remarked. “He wouldn’t stop asking Gabriel questions about you.”

“He’s really pushing it,” Miguel scoffed. Not only was he being overly flirty to every girl on board, he was adamant about getting your attention. “No wonder he gets along with Kron.”

You sported a twisted lip as you watched him strap up one of Gabriel’s friends. “I don’t know. Even if I was single, he’s a bit too…tiny. Communal.”

The laugh that left Miguel wiped the scowl right off of his face.

GymRat!Miguel who gets the hang of the hoverboard after one try. You’re recording him with a big smile on your face as he tries to spell “love” in the air. 

GymRat!Miguel who dies laughing at Gabriel’s horrible attempts at staying in the air. His body keeps shaking like a baby deer and he’s steady yelling in garbled Spanish. 

By the time his turn is over, Miguel is laid out on the boardwalk with tears down his face.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Miguel,” Gabriel cries out.

Miguel just rolls and laughs some more. 

GymRat!Miguel who watches you expertly drive a jet ski from the edge of the yacht. You’re shouting with one arm in the air as you race Dana and some of her friends. 

Miguel leans his head on his hand as he watches you zoom across the ocean. Your skin is glowing, your smile is sparkling, and your laugh is bright. 

GymRat!Miguel whose bubble of thoughts involving you, him, the water, some fruit, and a floatie is popped when Blake’s voice pierces through. 

“She’s pretty good at that.”

“Yep.” Maybe if Miguel ignored him enough, he’d go away.

“Looks like a dream, too.”

“Are you dumb or something?” Miguel turns his body, gripping the rail to not get in Blake’s face, but extending his height to cower over him.

“Woah,” Blake holds his hands up. “It was a compliment, dude, chill out. You’re not mad at me for finding her beautiful, are you?”

“That’s not what the fuck you’re doing and you know it.”

Blake makes a confused face, laughing off Miguel’s statement, “Kron said you guys were open.”

“Does it look like we’re fucking open?”

“Well, at first-”

“Keep talking and you’ll end up just like him. Knocked out. Do you want that?” Miguel edged closer to him. “Huh?”

Blake bristles, ready to defend himself when his head is knocked to the side. 

He looks next to him to see a gaggle of girls all with waterballoons and nerf guns. They yell at him to come on and pick a side. 

Blake scrambles to join them.

Miguel is about to follow when Hobie sweeps in front of him, “Cool it.”

GymRat!Miguel who almost takes an edible from Hobie but decides against it. 

“The offer is open all weekend.”

“Noted.”

GymRat!Miguel who gets roped into playing some games to start off the night, one of which is Never Have I Ever with shots. 

It started off innocently with things like peeing in a pool and cheating on a test to which everyone looked in shock at Miguel when he put a finger down. 

“I’m smart but if there’s a group effort to get the right answers, I’m not going to say no.”

Then it went left field and personal with things like threesomes, drunkenly fighting with others, and streaking. 

“Never have I ever…received head from a partner!”

A few of the guys put a finger down, groaning out and snickering as they had to take another shot. 

Miguel was trying not to dwell on how many experiences he lacked compared to the group, a lot of them younger than him. 

He rubbed his tongue across his teeth. He didn’t want to show his irritation on his face. 

Looking across the circle, he could see Gabriel’s eyes get wide, staring off beside you. 

Miguel followed his line of sight landing on you with a finger down and a shot in your hand. 

What the fuck. 

Who the fuck beat him to it? Where the fuck did it happen? When the fuck did it happen? How the fuck did he not know?

He’s ready for the game to be over. 

“Miguel is putting in work!” one guy pushes his elbow against Miguel’s side, laughing and patting his shoulders. 

Well, if people think he did it, it’s not so bad. 

“Oh my god, girl, how was it?” Dana’s friend asked you. 

Miguel tried his best not to scream bloody murder. 

“It was,” you pause, looking up to ponder. “It was something! Not particularly fun or good. My ex wasn’t the best at listening so he just poked at me. I faked everything that night.”

Miguel smirked. There were no big shoes to fill because they were never taken out of the box. Or even out of the store. 

“That sucks. I bet he thought you were in heaven.”

You laugh with the girls, joking in a way similar to the women that flooded Miguel’s for-you page. 

Miguel stepped away to get a breather. If he stayed any longer, he might do something drastic. 

GymRat!Miguel who is leaning on the boat when Gabriel comes to check up on him. 

“You ok, Miguelito?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. A little overwhelmed so I need to reset,” Miguel wrung his wrists while he let the sea breeze cool him down. 

“Is it the game? Don’t feel so bad,” Gabriel leans closer to Miguel and speaks in a stage whisper. “Some of them are a little too fast for their own good.”

Miguel snickered. Gabriel was definitely tipsy. 

“Thanks, Gabri.”

“Anytime. Don’t let them bring you down. You’re my perfect Miguelito. My pure baby!” Gabriel kissed him on the cheek.

“Ugh,” Miguel laughed and wiped at his wet cheek.

“Don’t wipe away at my love, broski.”

GymRat!Miguel who is guided by you in a dance. You’re a little tipsy and giggly, holding onto him as you dance to the music. 

Miguel just holds onto your hips and smiles with you. 

GymRat!Miguel who is locked in on your body as you grind against him. You’re arching your back and looking at him with a sparkle in your eye and Miguel feels like a wild animal.

When you lean back against him, he whispers in your ear about a private party just for the two of you. You bite your lip and turn to look at him. His eyes are tracing your lips and his hands are groping you. 

GymRat!Miguel who laughs at you as you wish everyone a good night quickly.

“I’ll see you guys in the morning!” you shout to your friends as you pull Miguel behind you to the room.

GymRat!Miguel who waits for you on the bed while you use the bathroom. 

He’s excited for an intimate night with just you. Parties were fun but it really couldn’t beat the serenity of smaller groups. It especially couldn’t beat talking all night with you. 

Everyone else was chilling out in other parts of the yacht, back in their hotel rooms, or night paddle boarding. 

You’re in the bathroom staring at the thin fabric in your hand. 

Miguel told you that there was a pool involved. 

You bought a micro bikini during a surge of confidence. It looked so cute on the model and you wanted to feel the same way. 

Now you’re standing in the bathroom freaking out, worried to death over the flimsy material. You were excited about Miguel seeing it, but you couldn’t shake your own nerves about how everything would play out. 

A knock at the door makes you jump.

You crack the door and peer up at Miguel. 

“You ok in there?” he asked, eyebrows pinched. 

“Yeah, I’m ok! I’ll be out in just a sec!”

You bite the bullet and place the bikini on. 

You didn’t account for your areolas to poke out beyond the triangles. You bit your lip as you turned to check out your backside.

At least your ass looked great. 

In a nervous motion, you pull your coverup over you and pull your hair up so that it doesn’t get too ruined by the water. It was now or never. 

GymRat!Miguel who holds your hand as he guides you to the private area. You’re squeezing his hand so tight. 

One of the stewardesses smiles as she sees you two coming. She stands next to a rope cutting off the area. 

“Good evening to you both! I hope you’ve been enjoying your stay so far,” her voice is polite and even. “Tonight, it’ll be just you two enjoying the Galaxy. If you need anything, just press the call button on the wall and I’ll be right down.”

She unlatches the rope and holds her arm out in the direction of the stairs.

You both slowly descend, careful not to slip on the trippy-looking wood. 

Taking a step into the room, Miguel stares in awe at the glowing pool. 

There’s petals fluttering about, small fairy lights surround the corners to add extra light. Looking up, you both can see the night sky with the stars adorning it. 

“This is beautiful,” you say, the lights surrounding you glittering in your eyes. 

You were staring at the stars and the lights but Miguel couldn’t help but to think that you were the most beautiful part of the room. 

He said this much to you, watching as you bent your head down hiding the smile on your face. Miguel lifted it back up and kissed you under the light of the stars. 

“Ready?” 

“Yeah, let me just go take this off.” 

You walk towards a chair with folded towels placed on it. 

“Miguel, these have our names on them!” you say with shock, running your fingers over the embroidered letters. Hearts surrounded the names and you felt fuzzy from the implication of the stewardess preparing this. 

“Yeah, I heard it was a part of the couple’s bundle,” he shouts from the pool. It wasn’t really a part of the bundle, but Miguel suggested it way before the trip. 

His back was turned to you, trying to set up a speaker by the pool. 

The moment was perfect, so you opened a champagne bottle and poured two glasses. You took a huge gulp of one and removed your slip. 

GymRat!Miguel who hears you entering the water, so he hurries to pick out a song. 

The mood needs to be right. 

He turns to you and nearly drowns at the sight. (Art is not affiliated with this fic, but I couldn't find any plus-size women in real life on Pinterest with this type of bikini! Please give this artist some love, I love their art!)

You’re coming down the stairs with two glasses in your hand and your skin on full display. The strings are digging tight into your skin and your breasts are practically spilling out from every side. 

Miguel is stunned.

“Come grab your drink, Miguel,” your voice is like butter in his ears. 

His eyes don’t leave you as he swims across the pool. The only sounds that could be heard are the water moving around him and the music playing. When he gets closer, he stands up, water dripping down his body. He’s breathing hard and is laser-focused on your frame. 

You feel an array of emotions. You feel like running, jumping, maybe hiding. His gaze is too heavy and he hasn’t spoken a word yet. 

You don’t know how long you two stare at each other before Miguel breaks the tension, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

He takes the glasses from your hand with one hand and picks you up in the other. You cling to him as he goes to the edge of the pool, places one glass down and chugs the other. 

In a flash, you’re sitting on the edge and he’s holding his body out of the water in order to kiss you. 

He pushes your mouth open, pulling at your lip with his teeth. He was desperate, wanting more. 

Your hands find your way to his hair, the tips wet from his swim. You card your fingers through his locks, opening your mouth wider as Miguel groans onto your tongue. 

He can’t stop, body moving forward the deeper the kisses get. Your legs open wider and your hands fall down Miguel’s back. You go lower than usual, pushing your hands under his swimsuit, fingertips grazing over the skin of his ass. 

Miguel parts, spit-ridden mouth red and messy. 

“You’re making this so hard for me,” he says against your lips. You’re both panting into each other’s mouths. 

Your body feels like jelly. The way that he’s looking at you fills you with desire, “Making what hard?” You’re quivering and clenching as his eyes seem to get darker. 

“Baby,” Miguel kisses the corner of your lips then your jaw. He moves to where your jaw and neck connect, licking  “Amor. I can’t.”

You move your head, encouraging him to continue, “You can if you want to.”

“No, I’m supposed to take this slow,” his mouth moved to your collarbone, sucking at the skin as you squeezed your thighs around him. “I need to take this slow.”

He gets to your breasts, pressing your nipples through the material and watching as your areolas poked out more. “Mierda.”

You try to talk as Miguel takes one breast into his mouth, “It’s ok to want more. I want, ugh, I want you to take more.” He pulls at your nipple, watching as it rises more through the fabric. His thumb traces it, causing you to twitch in his hold. 

He continues to rub over the fabric as he kisses down your stomach. The string is wrapping around your stomach like a gift just for him. 

“Tomorrow, baby,” he says into your skin. “I’ll take more tomorrow.”

He needed to stop before he broke the promise he made to himself. 

He hears you whine as he gets eerily close to your sex before jerking his body straight. 

“Why?” you sound so needy and broken. 

“Because,” he kisses your pout away. “Tomorrow, I’m going to take all I need. You just need to trust me. Please.”

You nod your head, heart pounding with his words. 

GymRat!Miguel who lets you persuade him into swapping places. All it took was a few blinks of your eyes and Miguel was swooning.

“I saw you walk away during the game today. I wanted to make sure that the next time you play, you’re able to put a finger down.”

That’s what you told him with a sweet smile on your face.

Now you’re rubbing up his thighs and Miguel is about to pass out from the view of you peering up at him. Your eyes were foggy and the slope of your neck to your chest was glistening. From this angle, Miguel could see the curve of your ass with the bikini barely covering it.

You run your hands down his chest, fingers dancing along the slopes and planes, leaving a wet trail in your wake. Miguel’s stomach tightens as you make it below his belly button, the sensation of your fingertips across his happy trail building a fury in his core.

You kiss him through his swimsuit causing him to jump.

You hold his thighs and tilt your head to lean on one, “Are you nervous, Miggy?” Your knuckles rake against his groin, lingering in spots that made his inner thighs clench the most.

“I,” Miguel is trembling like a leaf. He can barely get the words out from how much energy he's using to hold himself up. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” You lift your body from the water a little, pressing your tits closer to his clothed sex. “Baby, I need you to know. I can’t go further without your permission.”

Miguel feels like he could cum right now.

“I’m really nervous, but I want to experience this.”

You hum as you start to pull at his waistband. His eyes scrunch closed as his dick springs up. 

You’re met with a sight you had missed. The size is still as intimidating as the last time. 

You rub his thighs and give yourself a quiet pep talk. You were determined to make your boyfriend feel good. 

Miguel looks back down at you and swallows dryly, anxious at the look in your eyes and your silence, “If it’s too much, w-we can stop here-”

“No.”

The first lick of his tip has Miguel rising off of the pool edge, pre-cum escaping him.

He whines, embarrassed at his lack of control, but his dick is twitching from the sensation.

“Miguel,” your hands are back on his hips at a flimsy attempt to hold him down. “You need to be careful, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby right now.” Miguel’s voice is winded like he’s been running a marathon.

You look up at him. His mouth is twisted up and his eyebrows are furrowed. His stomach keeps shaking and his elbows don’t know if they want to bend or extend. When he looks down at you, he lets out a whimper, dick jerking against his will.

You hold your lips right above the head, the heat of it making you excited, “Baby.”

Miguel jerks again as you take his tip into your mouth, more of his pre-cum slipping out. His body is wound tight and he’s losing sense of it. Your mouth is so warm and he’s crying out from just you suckling along the head. He would be grateful with just this alone.

You push yourself lower, mouth adjusting to the widening girth. You don’t know if it’s the champagne combined with the other drinks you’ve had today, but the taste is making your mind fuzzy. 

You hum as you move your tongue along the underside of his length, his essence melting into your mouth. Miguel continues to twitch against your lips. 

You look up and he just groans when his eyes connect with yours. 

“P-pretty,” he stutters out, brain-to-mouth filter completely disintegrating. One of his arms covers his mouth as he fights to quiet down. There’s no telling what the stewardess could hear from above. 

You decided to go deeper, wanting to hear him some more. You make it halfway down before you grip his shaft and give it a few semi-dry pumps. 

Miguel just about shouts at the sensation, legs jerking enough to splash the water around you. 

Satisfied with the reaction, you release him with a pop and slide your tongue down to the base, trying to get him as wet as possible for what you’re about to attempt to do. You pucker your lips to leave wet kisses all over his shaft, sucking occasionally. 

All Miguel can do is whimper and shake. 

You hold him, sliding your hand up and down, applying pressure whenever you glide over the top, “You can hold on to me.”

Miguel shakes his head and releases his bottom lip from his teeth to speak, but his words are jumbled up in a heated mess. 

“Say it again, Miguel. I don’t understand,” you bring your mouth to the head again, this time, cupping his balls as you slide back down. 

Early spurts of cum land in your mouth as Miguel uselessly grips at the flat ground. He’s moaning out your name and if you weren’t sliding him down your throat, you would think he’s crying for you. 

“I-I don’t wanna hurt you,” Miguel takes heavy breaths in the middle of his sentence. 

Even like this he was oh so sweet. You don’t push it and continue on. 

As you reach the hilt, you force yourself to relax, thumb pressed against your fisted palm. He was heavy on your tongue and you needed to find the right pace. 

You slowly move your head up and down, lips wet with spit and slick. You build a steady tempo that has Miguel involuntarily moving his hips and moaning in a senseless manner. 

He was conflicted, core heated at the sound of your throat barely taking him, but wanting to pull you off so you don’t choke all because of him. Hot tears ran down his face as you didn’t let up. 

He chooses the latter, foggy mind coming to a decision. His shaky hands reach towards your face, your cheeks hallowed and eyes closed. His hands make it to your cheeks when you reach the hilt again and swallow around his head. 

Miguel scares himself with the moan he lets out. 

You panic as you swallow his load, mouth completely full. 

Miguel hurries to pull you off, “Shit! Baby, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s ok,” you cough as you try to catch your breath. Drips of him that you didn’t swallow falling to your chest. “I wish you would have told me you were about cum, though.”

“I didn’t know!” he’s red in the face. “God, I’m so sorry!”

“Was it good, though?” You look up at him with lips and sparkling eyes. You’re holding your tits up so that his cum wouldn’t get in the pool. 

Miguel’s dick twitches like it’s trying to wake back up again. You notice it and a grin plants itself right onto your face. 

“Do you really have to ask me that?”

“Yes, Miggy.”

“I think my embarrassing finish was enough but yes, you made me feel good. It was way more than good. Now come out of the pool before you get any more ideas.”

“It wasn’t embarrassing!” you reply as Miguel picks you up from the water and on his stomach while lays back. “‘Was kinda hot. You felt so good that you couldn’t wait.”

You slide your finger over your cleavage to pick up the leftover essence and plop right in your mouth. 

Miguel grips your thighs as he looks up at you, “No, stop that, you vixen.”

You’re going to be the death of him for sure. 

GymRat!Miguel whose legs are like jelly when you help him up from the ground. His thighs haven’t shaken this much since his first leg day almost five years ago. 

“Do you need to lie down on the beach chair for a minute?” you ask with genuine concern. 

“Yeah, I think I need a second,” Miguel says, trying his best not to put his entire weight onto you. 

GymRat!Miguel who watches you watch him from the pool. You’re at the edge, leaning over and smiling at him while you let your body float. 

“Next time, I want to get, like, really hoarse. We should work on your resistance and my tolerance. Oh! And maybe we can do that thing where I hold your-”

“Amor, please. Let’s talk about this when I’m not halfway dying,” Miguel groans, dick half hard. “How are you so good at this anyway?”

“Practice! With my ex and like one other fling. They weren’t nearly as responsive as you, though.”

Miguel squints at your figure. 

“Or fun. Or satisfying. Or tasty. Or big. Can I do it one more time, Miggy?”

Miguel stares at you for a minute or two then groans, “Come on.”

You leave the water and walk over to him with glee. 

GymRat!Miguel who grabs lightly onto your head this time, fingers twitching occasionally. His legs are parted and you’re laid out on the horizontal part of the beach chair. Miguel is constantly looking from your face to your ass, experiencing a sensation overload. You take it easy on him this time, saving some of your tricks and things you wanted to try for a later date. 

The room is filled once again with Miguel’s grunts and whimpers plus your mouth and throat molding unto him. 

GymRat!Miguel who warns you this time. You let go with a pop and let him paint your open mouth. He shudders as you look at him through it all, pumping him slowly until he can't take anymore. A lonely tear escaped him, eyes heavy and chest heaving. 

GymRat!Miguel who barely makes it back up the stairs. He gives the stewardess a polite smile but you can barely look at her for longer than a second. 

“It was really lovely,” you say leaning into Miguel’s side, voice a little gone. 

“Yeah, amazing,” Miguel snickers. You nudge him at the back of his leg causing him to stagger a bit. 

The stewardess just laughs and wishes you both a good night. 

GymRat!Miguel who sleeps like a log that night. His soul needed to rejuvenate. 

GymRat!Miguel who wakes up a new man. He feels like he can conquer the world. As of now, the world is a new set of water activities with their friends. 

He kisses you on the cheek in your sleeping state makes his way out to the deck, wanting to do some morning stretches and yoga if he could fit it in. 

He walked out to see Dana talking to Blake, an indifferent look on her face.

“I just can’t believe he would lie to me like that, you know? Like that’s fucked up. Here I was, ready to get something and he set me up.” 

“Yeah, no. That really sucks,” Dana replies with a big yawn.

“I mean, I thought we were bros. I thought-”

“Miguel! My knight in shining armor,” Dana practically screams when she spots Miguel.

Blake tenses up so that if he mimics a timid raccoon. 

“Morning,” Miguel walks up to them.

Blake breaks out into a sweat, “Hey man, I’m sorry about last night. I would have never done that stuff if I knew. I don’t know why Kron told me you guys were open.”

“I think you need some new friends and better social cues,” Miguel brushed Blake off and walked with Dana onto the boardwalk. 

“Thank god you got here. That was his fourth iteration of ‘bro code should be respected.’ I was going to start screaming if he kept talking.”

GymRat!Miguel who lets Dana guide him in a mini yoga class on the beach. It’s pretty nice with the waves crashing and the birds squawking occasionally.

GymRat!Miguel whose downward dog pose is almost disrupted by you whistling from a spot in the sand. 

You and Gabriel had snuck up on Miguel and Dana, cackling like hyenas.

“Baby, I think you can go deeper,” you shout over the waves, encouraging Miguel to stretch.

“Gross,” Gabriel shudders. 

GymRat!Miguel who wants to use you for a flying pose but you refuse. 

“I’m not walking back with sand up my back.”

“Can we try it later, though?” Miguel pouted. 

“On safe carpet, yes.”

GymRat!Miguel who settles for a forward fold with you. You stretch your body across his back as he reaches down to touch his toes. 

It’s nice until you both switch positions. 

“I think I’m dying,” you gasp out. You sound like an old man on his last breath. 

“No, you’re not. You just need more practice,” Miguel chides from above. 

“When will I ever need this pose in life?”

“Flexibility is good for you!” Miguel replies after a while. 

“Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

GymRat!Miguel who tilts his head at your breakfast plate piled with pineapples. 

“You don’t want an omelet?”

“Maybe later.”

GymRat!Miguel who joined any group activity he could. 

From the inflatable water obstacle course,  

which Gabriel cheated on by the way,

To the boat tour, he got so many pictures for you for his rotating home screen,

To the banana boat rides that he almost lost his life on. It took you, Gabriel, and Dana to hold onto him. 

GymRat!Miguel who surprises you with a “rooftop” dinner on the horizon on the highest part of the yacht. You’re wearing that same green dress that made him go crazy in the dressing room. 

“This is so gorgeous, Miguel,” you sigh as you take in the small scene. 

From up here, you could see the breathtaking view of the ocean and the city. The sun was close to setting, people were out and about, and the group was partaking in last-minute activities like parasailing and water walking with bubble balls but you could only focus on the glow around Miguel. 

“Did you enjoy this weekend?”

You nod your head, shy with attention, “I really did. I had so much fun.”

“Even with boys that don’t understand the word ‘no’?”

“When I have my strong boyfriend there to defend me, what is there to be afraid of?” you smile at him. 

Miguel sits up straighter at that, chest puffing out.

You laugh at his state, “Seriously, though. This was one of the best summers ever. I’m really glad Mr. Stone arranged this and I’m even more glad that you brought me along.”

“Of course I did. You’re my girl. Mi amor, mi luz,” Miguel reached out to run your hand. “I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

Like a flower unfurled, your heart took in his words. You leaned across the table until you could brush your lips with his, only the sun peeking through the two of you. 

You let go and lean back a little. “I’m not letting go of you either. I want you by my side,” you say, eyes panning back and forth between his.

“And that’s where I’ll stay.”

GymRat!Miguel who covers your eyes on the way back to the room.

You’re whining because you don’t have nearly as much planned for him as he always does for you. 

“Amor, you could just text me an emoji and I would be happy. You deserve good things. Don’t worry about me.”

GymRat!Miguel who wraps his arm around you as you open your eyes to the room. 

It’s lit with soft lights, decorated lightly with rose petals in the shape of a heart on the ground, and a banner full of pictures with the two of you. Pictures from outside of lab, pictures of you with oil paint on your face, pictures of him piled with notes in the study lab. 

Pictures of you both on your early dates, pictures of you looking at him in the car, pictures where he’s kissing your face off. 

You gasp at the scene, feet stuck in the entryway.

“Surprise,” Miguel says into your ear, kissing the top of it.

“I don’t think I have any tears left,” your voice is watery enough to dispute that lie.

GymRat!Miguel who kisses you deeply in the middle of the rose heart. You’re cradling his face with one hand and rubbing your thumb across his sideburn with another.

You’re so wrapped up in his arms and his presence that you miss his question.

“Can you do what?”

Miguel’s hands find their way to your ass, pulling you even closer, “Can I please eat you out?”

When you stare at him with your eyebrows raised, it only pushes him to continue.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. I’ve dreamed about it, researched how to do it, studied it, daydreamed about it. I need to do it before I go crazy.”

He bent down to get on his knees, hands never letting go of your body.

“Please, baby. If you’ll allow me, I really want to make you feel good.”

At first, all you could think was that Dana was right and definitely a girl’s girl. Then, you looked down at Miguel whose head was pressed up against your torso, eyes pleading with you. 

You ran your hand through his hair, “You need to do it?”

“Uh huh,” he nodded, nuzzling into your body through your dress. 

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to fake my reactions for you.” You didn’t have the heart to lie to him like that, especially when he’s looking at you like that. 

“You won’t have to,” Miguel mumbles into your skin. “I’m confident, but if something is weird, stop me immediately.”

GymRat!Miguel who doesn’t give you time to think when you whisper out an “ok.” He’s picking you up by the legs and plopping you on the bed.

Like a switch, he’s kissing down your body, pulling at the stretchy green fabric to expose your skin. He’s crowding your space in the most desired way possible, a fire building within him.

“Miguel, the dress isn’t going to come off like that,” you say, internally laughing at Miguel tugging to no avail. 

He starts to pull so hard that you can hear threads ripping. Before you can stop him, there’s a makeshift slit up your thigh. 

You lean up on your elbows and give Miguel a look. He just stares sheepishly and lets you stand up to pull the dress off. 

“You gotta be more patient baby,” you purred, bending down to kiss his lips. 

When you lean back, you move backwards to sit on the bed. It’s just you, your black panties, and a hungry Miguel at your feet.

The further you inch up the bed, the more Miguel crawls to be closer to you. 

“Can I kiss you?” he breathes into your mouth, eyes never leaving yours.

“Please.”

Miguel melts into your skin, mouth molding to a familiar shape. His breaths are heavy and sporadic, too excited to finally know what you feel like on his tongue.

You reach to pull his shirt off, wanting to feel his chest against yours, wanting to feel the expanse of his back while he pressed up against you. Miguel follows your movements without letting up.

He sighed into your lips with pleasure as he let his hand flow down your body, grabbing a breast to massage. You hummed into his mouth, legs parting to bring him closer. Eager to please, Miguel slipped his shorts below his bulged, grinding against you.

You start to wrap your legs around his waist before Miguel interrupts you with a sturdy hand under your knee, and a promise to devour you to your neck.

GymRat!Miguel who groans when he slides your panties down your legs. The slope of your thick thighs to your ass has Miguel ready to burst. 

He gets on his knees to maneuver your legs up into your arms. You peek up at him over your knees, your wet cunt kissing the air. 

He licks his lips at the sight, taking a tentative touch at your wet lips. 

You jump at the sensation, the feeling of Miguel seeing you this vulnerable new. 

He bends down to kiss them, hands on the back of your thighs for extra support. Your core flutters as he takes a few more kisses to your sex, tongue reaching out to trace from the bottom to the top. At the first taste, Miguel is groaning into you, sending vibrations through your body. 

You sigh out in bliss as your grip loosens on your legs. Miguel flattens his body on the bed and spreads your legs wide, tongue continuing to savor the taste of you. 

At this angle, Miguel pushes his tongue in between your folds, feeling your warmth around him. He laps at your entrance slowly causing you to flutter around him and reach for his hair.

He slurps up the juices that try to escape him causing you to moan out his name. He just hums in response, breaching further inside. The more noises he makes, the wetter you get. The room is full of the sound of him lapping everything he gave you and your quiet moans.

“Miguel,” your breath hitched as he swiped over a particular spot. You look down at Miguel whose eyes are closed and hands are tight on your thighs. You feel a building heat seeing how much of a trance he’s in. 

Just when you feel a bud sprouting within you, he directs his attention towards your clit, searching until he finds it. At the first skim across it, your hips are bucking up off the bed. Miguel is quick to hold you down, placing his weight on your thighs and lapping continuously at the pearl. 

“Fuck!” you shout, hitting the mattress. You’re writhing beneath him, unable to control your body. “Don’t stop, Miguel, please.”

Miguel groans through it all, lapping up every drop. 

“Baby, I’m gonna-” a scream pushes through you as your body shakes with pleasure. Miguel takes it like a champ, slurping like you were his last meal.

As you twitch with aftershocks, Miguel barely gives you time to recover before he’s diving back into your entrance. You let out a sob, still sensitive and quivering as your legs move too close before Miguel growls and wraps his arms around your thighs to keep them open. 

He’s sinking into you, moving his tongue at a steady pace and sucking in between. Your moans were a pool of words from his name to begging to profanities crescendoing across the air.

Miguel would rarely part for air, adamant on bringing you to the hilt again. Your thighs were tensing up as Miguel kept going, fire building as you grabbed his hair and jerked your hips in time with his movements. 

Your climax comes in waves, your hands tighter in his hair and an arch in your back. When you clench over his tongue and your release hits his mouth, Miguel’s eyes start to roll and he’s rubbing his nose against your clit. You yell even louder as Miguel pushes his face incredibly deep into your pussy. He’s rutting into the bed at the sound of your voice, moaning with you. 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The captain swore that the VIP suite was soundproof, but your voice was practically carrying across the yacht. 

“She’s getting it good! Just like I promised,” Dana smiles to herself. 

“What did you promise? I was the one that gave Miguel tips.” Gabriel moved his headphones aside. 

“Oh yeah? And what tips did you give him?” She had her eyebrow raised and a silly smirk on her face. 

There was a pause of silence between them, only your voice filling up the space occasionally. Gabriel stared at Dana with a goofy grin.

He reached over and connected his phone to his speaker, putting on his special playlist. “Want to find out?”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

GymRat!Miguel who has to be pulled off your sex with both of your hands. His eyes are glazed over and his chin is soaked. Every chance you came after the first two times, your body would move up the bed and Miguel was sure to follow. 

“Ok, ok, baby,” you heave. Your legs are spasming, a result of the position and Miguel’s willingness to have you cum over and over again.

You were tapping out, body sore and tired. 

Miguel left a final long kiss to your clit, a trail of essence following his lips. He kissed up one of your thighs with a hungry look still in his eyes.

“¿Lo hice bien, cariño?” (Did I do it well, baby/darling?)

You trembled at his touch, limbs still heavy and mind in the clouds. 

Still, this was the best you’ve felt in a while.

You open your mouth to whisper, “Lo hiciste muy bien.” (You did so good.)

GymRat!Miguel who has to calm down internally at your answer. You don’t talk to him in Spanish often, but when you do, he’s over the moon. 

GymRat!Miguel who carries you to the bathroom to clean you off.

“Baby, I can’t walk. You’ll have to carry me for the rest of your life.”

“I’m totally fine with that.”

GymRat!Miguel who shocks you when he says that you don’t need to worry about bringing him relief. 

“Amor, I came when you came. After that, it was really all about you.”

“Oh!”

GymRat!Miguel who pats his past self on the back for asking the crew for extra sheets. He had no clue how the evening would go, but something in him told him to be overprepared. 

Those old sheets were beyond ruined. 

GymRat!Miguel who rubs your legs and stomach with aloe vera lotion after the shower. Not only did he stretch you a little further than you’re used to, but his bite marks left a big impression. 

GymRat!Miguel who cuddles you to sleep. If you wore him out the other night, he definitely put you through the ringer. You were gone after three rubs to your back. 

GymRat!Miguel who wakes up early with you to send off all of your friends. You’re yawning constantly, tears sticking to the corners of your eyes.

“Someone had a time last night,” Hobie snickers as he walks past with his backpack. 

“Shut up, Hobie,” you say, already flustered. 

“What? It’s true! If I didn’t know Migs' name before, I sure do now.”

“I’m going to backflip off of this boat.”

GymRat!Miguel who grants Captain Barrett a goodbye, thanking him for letting them use his boat.

“It was a pleasure to host you, Miguel. If you and your girlfriend ever need to, my superyacht is available for any future formal events!” he elbows Miguel with a giant grin, curled mustache moving like it was paid to do so. 

“I’ll keep that in mind, Cap.”

For Miguel, the man with the plan, he would grant Mission A: Eat You Out, a huge success and the start of the summer one to remember.

divider by: @iwonbin 🩵

Part 9.1 here!

a/n: And with that, the yacht chapter is finished! I hope you guys enjoyed it and got your life. 🤭 It was both challenging and rewarding to write this GIANT chapter. I hope that you guys have fun with it like I did! I have no idea how the next chapter OR Miguel's Mission B: Virgin No More plan will go, but!!! Hopefully, it will be pleasant regardless! 🤠

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3: A Special Roommate (1k//AO3)

This is a rather unusual story about a girl (reader) who comes across a special little friend that she likes very, very much. But does she love it more than she loves her boyfriend (Sebastian)?

Notes: So, this one might be on the weirder side again. Is it body/creature horror? Maybe a little bit. If you're a little squeamish, you might not want to read this. It's basically how the special little friend introduces itself to our reader...

Remember: If penis-shaped, why not for pleasure?

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Strange creatures, strange insertions? (Additional tags on AO3!) Read at your own risk!

← CHAPTER 2 - // - CHAPTER 4 →

3

You have no idea how you made it all the way to your common room, with your legs shaking and your heart thundering inside your chest, and your insides convulsing, no longer under the apparent phantom touch of your boyfriend, but because you are sure there is something inside you that shouldn't be there.

Yet you didn't tell Sebastian anything about it – and you have no idea why. Not because you didn't want to confirm his suspicions about the Black Lake, but because you want to keep this weird sensation to yourself. Because as terrifying as the idea is, it made you feel so good, maybe even better than he ever could? That thought alone hurts you because you love him and you always felt good with him, great, amazing even, but whatever crawled into your insides had really heightened that experience, and you can't deny the pull it has on you.

You make it to the bathroom, close the stall door with shaking hands and then slowly push your skirt up and your bloomers down as you sit on the closed toilet lid, frightened to see whatever might be coming out of you as you place a hand between your legs and dig your fingers into your folds, as if testing the waters, afraid of what you might find. You know there's something in there, you can feel it pulsing, and as horrifying as it is, you are also too curious.

With bated breath you push your fingers deeper – and then suddenly, something pushes back. You shriek and pull your fingers out, staring between your legs with wide eyes and a racing heart. And it doesn't stop there, because whatever you just touched, wants to see you too. You feel it moving within you, your walls clenching in confusion as it presses out of you.

It's when you see tiny tendrils emerging from your tight entrance that you have to press your hands to your mouth to not scream in panic. Weirdly enough you remain seated, your legs shaking, but you're almost mesmerized by whatever crawls out of your cunt. The tendrils, like tiny versions of the tentacles of the Devil's Snare plant, sway slightly, as if looking around, checking their surroundings, and you watch in nothing but terror how they press against your skin as the rest of whatever you caught in the Black Lake emerges slowly.

An elongated body follows, shaft-like, with the tentacles gathering like strange limbs or thick hairs at its base, and as it pushes its small body through your tightness, you have the urge to lower one hand and hold it palm up, and as if reading your mind, or controlling your mind, the thing that has brought you immense pleasure slips from your wet warmth and plops onto your open hand, barely big enough to fill your palm.

It's a squid.

A tiny squid, glistening from your juices or its natural skin texture. With its wider head and its long body and eight arms (or legs?) coiling under it as it seems to straighten on your hand. You watch in a mixture of shock and fascination as the creature seems to look up at you out of what you suspect its eyes to be. Tilting your head, you lean slightly closer, your own eyes still wide and terrified as you think about the fact that this thing has been inside you, probably while Sebastian has fucked you against the rock as well.

That tiny thing has heightened your sexual experience, and for that reason alone you can't be mad at it. You feel drawn to it. You reach out your other hand and extend a finger to touch it, and it flinches away at first, but then stops moving as you stroke your fingertip over its long body. It feels cold to the touch, wet and soft, and you wonder how something so squishy could have an impact on your equally squishy walls.

As if reading your mind, you feel it moving under your touch, and it seems to harden right there on your palm, its soft skin turns into something more akin to a shell, rigid and unrelenting, and you gasp quietly as you feel a pulse throbbing through its small body. That's what you've been feeling. The pinching sensation. You chew nervously on your lips as you keep touching its tiny form, your finger moving to the thin tentacles that eagerly coil around your digit as you bring it closer to them. Despite their size and frail look, they have a strong grip that makes your knees shake and your insides coil in anticipation.

For a moment you wonder what in Merlin's bloody facial hair is wrong with you as you think back to the sensations this tiny creature caused inside you and how you would love to experience that all over again. As absurd and disgusting and absolutely uncalled for your desire is, you can't help it, it's there, churning in your stomach, pulsing through your currently unoccupied walls.

The squid moves on your palm, and you retrieve your other hand as you see it looking back (or so you think) between your still spread legs, and to your utter horror (or anyone else's, because frankly, you kind of want this), you lower your hand and watch with bated breath how the tentacles push against your palm and move the body of the creature closer to your entrance once more.

You feel a strange tension as the wide head of the squid pushes against you, hard and cold, and when it breaches the initial resistance, you watch it slipping into your pussy as if it is returning home, the tendrils pressing against your sensitive skin as they propel the thing further in until it is completely buried inside your tight channel. When the tiny tentacles disappear next, you inhale sharply, furrowing your eyebrows at the sight. Then you feel it moving, and you can't help but moan softly, as its eight appendages grip your walls while it slides deeper, nestling inside your wet warmth.

Without even thinking about it, you stand, pull your bloomers up and fix your clothes as if nothing happened. As if there isn't a strange little magical squid living in your cunt now.

← CHAPTER 2 - // - CHAPTER 4 →

Notes: Uh, yeah, so. This is just a silly little smut fic, remember? Don't take this too seriously, please! (Also remember: this is a magical squid that has no resemblance to any real squid. It's just a very sentient sex toy shaped like a squid, okay?)

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TMAGP EP7 and TMA spoilers!

Heya everyone! So, while listening to the Magnus Protocol episode 7., one cannot but wonder what all of the little things mean because trust me, there is plenty to Dissect.

In this post i would like to focus specifically on the contents that were brought into the building in the recounting of happenings kindly provided to us.

What the weird people bring inside includes:

Plant in a pot shaped like a shouting skull

Bear skin

Chandelier of dark glass

Oversized gramophone and records with religious praying songs

Crudely carved rocking horse

Old grandfather clock leaking dark fluid

Vandalised set of Encyclopedia Britannica

Abstract canvas artworks

Pair of soiled crinoline dresses

Chaise lounge with cushions full of sand

Taxidermy vulture

Rusty antique printing press

Recently used medical equipment

Leather kite

Weirdly curved telescope

Wheelbarrow of shifting fossils

Armful of swords

Lengths of rope

Bathtub full of mouldy food

Stack of old dental retainers

A brace of half-butchered pheasants (a brace is a unit of measurement)

Jars with pickled hands

Ancient diving suit full of sawdust

Picnic hamper full of china

Imperial coins

🔥🔥 F I R E 🔥🔥

(Hilltop road itself???)

(Security guy???)

And I know we are not supposed to analyse TMAGP through the lense of TMA, but please, indulge me for a minute. Let's try and look which fear could use each of these items.

The Eye

Encyclopedias

Curved telescope

The Spiral

Abstract paintings

Shifting fossils

The Flesh

Jar of hamds :3

Stack of dentures

The Lonely

Chaise lounge (sand->lonely beach)

rocking horse (incredibly lonely toy)

The Vast

Diving suit

Kite

The Dark

Chandelier

Gramophone? (Callback to the cult of desacrated host)

The End

Clock

Antique printing press (It's old and rusty?)

The Desolation

The fire?!?? duh?

China hamper (she stepped on it and destroyed it)

The Slaughter

Bunch of swords

Medical equipment

The Hunt

Pheasants

(Security guy???)

The Corruption

Tub of rot

Dresses (They are soiled)

The Stranger

Bear skin

Vulture taxidermy

The Buried

Skull pot

Imperial coins (She literally got buried in them)

The Web

The lengths of rope

(Hilltop itself???)

I personally find it to be very convenient that all of these would be so neatly divided into groups of two, with very distinct fear allocations, with only a few such as the gramophone necessitating a bit of a leap in reasoning.

Few more notes

Hilltop road could probably be counted as the web as it is the hole in spacetime on which the mother of puppets resided but also through which the fears got pulled through/out

All for a good cause? Such as bringing on the apocalypse??? It is a good thing that need more than just to have a bunch of stuff in one place for that.

That boss of hers taking a vacay for who knows how long, who knows where? Very Gertrude-coded

The new girl in the OIAR definitely knows something... very specific questions she asked

#tma spoilers #tmagp 7 #tmagp spoilers #tmagp #Thank you to my dear friend M. for being my brainstorm buddy #the magnus protocol

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Heating pad

A/N: I'm backish but todomomo has been on my brain this whole year and I'm miserable so I have brought an offering.

Synopsis: Momo can't seem to get rid of her cramps so Shoto volunteers to snuggle

Fluff / University AU / Domestic / Periods / No quirks

"Momo, are you still cramping?" Shoto asks after a little while of quiet studying, pulling out the pencil he had slipped behind his ear and beginning to scribble something down on a note card beside his laptop, focused on his work.

A soft groan sounds from her place on the bed. "Yes."

He scratches his head with his pencil, looking over what he wrote. "And did you take the ibuprofen I gave you earlier?"

"Yes."

Shoto leans back in his desk chair, hands behind his head as he slightly rocks back and forth. "And you're not feeling better at all?" He turns in his chair to look at Momo and his heart softens at the sight of her snuggled up in bed in one of his hoodies and unfortunately feeling immense pain.

"Oh, I don't know what's wrong with me." Momo groans and covers her eyes, lightly rubbing them with the palms of her hands. "It's been long enough. The pain killers should have kicked in by now..."

He blinks slowly and purses his lips, raising from his chair and approaching the side of the bed. "I've read that endorphins can help get rid of cramps." He lightly touches her knee over the comforter.

"Yes, I've read that, too." Momo replies, still rubbing her eyes. "What do you suggest?"

Before she can open her eyes again, Shoto has quickly and comfortably snuggled up beside her, wrapping his arm over her torso and his body heat already warming her up.

Momo's lips form into a small 'o' shape but she doesn't resist the cuddles or close proximity. He raises his head and kisses her cheek and nestles his face in the crook of her neck. "I mean, it's worth a try, right?"

"And if this doesn't work, we'll go on a walk or something. Exercising is supposed to help as well." He inhales the smell of her hair; roses. Like always.

"Right." Momo weakly nods her head with a small smile.

Her body tenses when she feels another cramp in her abdomen and Shoto feels this, quickly moving his hand down to her lower stomach, brushing his thumb over it for a moment and kissing her cheek again. "You'll be alright." He whispers with a small but encouraging smile.

His hands were either weirdly hot or cold and luckily today they were running hot, like a personal heating pad just for her. Momo let's out a small laugh before musing. "You're the best heating pad..."

Shoto quietly scoffs, pressing his body a bit closer to hers. "I'm your best everything."

She closes her eyes, humming an amused little laugh to which he responds by kissing the side of her head and tracing slow shapes onto the lower part of her stomach. "I guess you're right." Momo finds his other hand and squeezes it affectionately. "...I can't promise I won't fall asleep and I don't want to keep you away from your tasks so if you feel like moving, you can."

"I need a break so it's fine." He presses his cheek against her shoulder. "You sleeping isn't going to deter me from staying. I'd much rather be right here with you than anything else."

Momo turns her head and kisses the top of his head with a content smile. "Then I guess it's okay..."

He nods his head, closing his eyes with her until they both nod off to sleep.

AO3

#todomomo #momo yaoyorozu #shoto todoroki #bnha #mha #bnha fanfiction #todomomo fanfiction #boku no hero academia #class 1a girls #class 1a boys #my hero academia #text #textpost

[linmelon3o]

Memories of the Past

We have learned from the many years that we have been trapped that we are somehow linked. It started with Grian of course. He was the first victor. Then Scott got his victory. And now me. I never really understood why we were here until I joined the realm of victors. That’s when the visions came flooding back like an ocean. I saw a beanstalk in a field full with wheat, I saw a giant moon plummet toward me, and (most disturbing of all) I saw a giant purple eye bleeding with so many scenes I could not comprehend what was going on.

Then I woke up.

I had no clue where I was when I saw a familiar face staring up at me.

“You‘ve been out for a while there!”

It was Scott, but it wasn’t. He had bright red blood all over him, a dark wooden bow, and a bright blue sword in a sheath at his side also covered in blood. As I looked up at him I also noticed a bright blue star tattooed on his right arm. He helped me stand up onto my very shaky feet with a smile and said

“It looks like the flashbacks came through. I figured as much.”

“Where am I? What-”

“One question at a time Pearl!” He said holding up his hand to tell me to stop. I glanced around the blank room but I quickly became dizzy from the emptiness.

“This place” he said looking around at the blank space with a melancholy sigh “this is called the infinity room. It is where our consciousness goes when in between the Life games.”

“Why have I never noticed this place before?” I asked as I walked into what I thought was a weirdly shaped wall and fell onto the ground. It was hard as a rock

“Ow!”

“You better be careful!” Scott said rushing over not to me but to the white thing I stumbled into! I stood up a little frustrated and just as I was about to get annoyed with him for not helping me up I noticed that it wasn’t a wall at all, but a statue. As I inspected it closer I recognized it as a face that I knew.

“Is that…” I said my face going almost as white as Jimmy’s face was, frozen in fear from his death. In his eyes I could still see the reflection of an enderman reaching out a black, purple clawed, arm.

“Yes.” Scott said sadly as he looked at it and checked very carefully to see if there were any cracks in the marble statue. I looked around and realized that there were many other statues that looked similar to Jimmy’s but they were all the members that I knew from the life games. I saw the faces of Bdubs and Impulse cowering in fear with a red reflection in their eyes, I could make out the anguish on Joel and Etho’s faces as they were surrounded by lava, I saw Martyn in a cave clutching his side, and I saw Ren as falling dripstone split his skull. I shuddered as the memory of my championship reached my mind. Then I thought of something. I looked at Scott.

“If the marble statues are not the winners, where’s Grian?” Scott looked at me and pointed to a corner of the room where I could just spot a faint purple glow and a sandy haired head that I knew.

“I wouldn’t talk to him too much. He has had the worst flashbacks from this game.” He turned away and started toward another statue which I recognized as Cleo. I walked a little closer to Grian and suddenly saw a series of old memories flood back to me. I saw the bleeding purple eye but I also heard a voice in my head but I couldn’t make out any words. I fell back to reality and awoke again rubbing my temples. I did in fact have a vague sense that I knew what was going through Grian’s head but I couldn’t quite grasp why.

“It’s best not to think about past lives too much” said Scott moving my hands away from my head.

“It only makes these next few months harder.”

#lore #minecraft #minecraft smp #multiverse #pearlescentmoon #dangthatsalongname #grian #life series #double life #minecraft fandom #memories of the past

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Blood and sand - Chapter Five

It was taller than the Russ building. It was wider than City Hall. It made the Recreation Park stadium look pathetic. It was an enormous shape, vast, black, weirdly spiky, and apparently hidden until they were right on top of the thing.

An arena, he understood that. But it seemed bigger than all of San Francisco.

Written for the @malevolentmadnessmixup. Art by @aktrashpanda.

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Chapter Five: The Arena

Luke lucked out by holding onto the rib behind him. This wagon rocked. It jolted and jarred and leaned. It was clearly designed to hurl them into each other, to test balance or some other footwork skill.

He clung to the bone with both arms, reaching all the way around.

Nobody liked the rib-cage. Nobody liked being tossed around, moving, unable to stand or do anything dignified. It didn’t take long for the wagon to tilt weirdly on a hill that Butcher drove up on purpose, knocking some of them into each other, and for them to respond with violence.

Luke cried out and clung to his rib. Blood flew, then a head. It bounced off the ribs and rolled, too wide to slide out and away, and that just added to the insanity. The wagon tilted, and the head rolled; brain and blood slicked the rough wood, thick and mucus-like. Someone tripped over it, onto someone else’s horns. The someone else roared and threw the first guy (already impaled) off him.

Luke clutched his rib and forced himself to watch, to be aware, to not be prey, to stay alert enough that if he had to move, he could. It was sobering. Worse than the flying ship. Worse than the fuss in the Last Lonely Inn. It felt like seeing a giant wave coming, or storm clouds, rife with lightning. He couldn’t possibly win the Games. Not as he was.

But he had to. Parker… he had to.

The wagon jolted, sending someone into someone else, causing another pointless fight, and now there was another dead body rolling around, making gore, trapping people when on top of them, making quick exit impossible. It was ridiculous to feel claustrophobic in a giant rib-cage open to the sky, but the more piled-up bodies lay between Luke and that way out, the worse he felt, and he clung to his rib, utterly overwhelmed.

Parker, he reminded himself. Worth it for Parker. Worth it. He’d make it work. He had to. He would permit himself no other choice.

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It blurred together after a while. The heat; the dust; the endless wilderness, dry and horrid. The far-off shadow of mountains, too far to consider; the eye-pain endemic to sun on flat places, which Luke always thought was snow-blindness, but apparently could happen with sand, too. The awful wagon jolting them back and forth, back and forth. The unceasing humming of the Butcher. (Butcher? Singer, maybe, or Really Scary Guy Singer, or…) The stench of sweat, urine, offal, bile, all the things that spill out of bodies when they are torn apart. How long had they been like this? How far did they have to go? This was horrible. Should he save his water? Should he spend magic to address his soreness and grumpiness? Should he preserve as much as he could? What the hell was waiting for them when they reached the…

Oh. There it was.

It was taller than the Russ building. It was wider than City Hall. It made the Recreation Park stadium look pathetic. It was an enormous shape, vast, black, weirdly spiky, and apparently hidden until they were right on top of the thing.

An arena, he understood that. But it seemed bigger than all of San Francisco.

The wagon pulled to a stop, and Luke realized he was shaking. His hands buzzed from where he’d been gripping the rib; he was stiff as he stood, sore, weary. He wanted to go into his room and cry. There would be no time right now, and that was just how it had to be.

Luke was the last one off the wagon, except for the dead people. He half-slid down, landing with an oof that nearly bent him double, and he straightened to find the driver right in his face. He yipped (and was immediately ashamed of it) and backed up hard against the wagon.

“Did you get lost, laddie?” said the Butcher. And he wasn’t just asking. Luke knew he wasn’t just asking. There was something so predatory in it, so unblinking, unmoving, still as a rock in the earth.

Luke swallowed. “No, sir.”

“Who let you come?” the man said, all too casually.

“No one. I let myself,” said Luke as sharply as he dared.

“I don’t see you making it very far in this,” said this Butcher, thoughtful. “Well. Come along. We’ll see if you’ve got anything in you worth facing.”

Worth facing? What the hell did that mean? Luke did not wait to find out and ran to follow the others.

There was no entry in this enormous, black wall. Everyone gathered there, clustered, looking nervously between the barrier and their guide. The Butcher moved between them, casual and unbothered by size or poison or claw, and held up his arm. “To enter takes blood,” he lilted, and without another word, produced a gigantic blade and sliced himself on the hand.

Luke flinched.

The Irishman pressed his hand to the ebony wall, and it… shuddered. Jiggled, somehow, as though it had gone from stone to barely-set cake, and an entry opened. Just opened, completely silent, a black and arching way. Nothing could be seen inside it.

Naturally, someone tried to cheat. A quick guy, vaguely snake-like, moved so fast that he was a blur passing Luke, and he almost made it through... except the wall closed on him, and his bottom half fell thumping to the ground, blood and intestines making an enormous, slippery, wretched mess.

Luke turned away to gag. The smell…

“You’ll each have to make your own introduction,” said the Butcher like that only made sense. “Give her blood; then come inside. You’ll be picked off out here if you don’t.” He touched the wall; it opened again, and he walked into the darkness and was gone.

Everyone produced knives, or used their claws, or—in three cases—tore open their flesh with their teeth, and Luke suddenly faced a terrible choice.

He could help them. He could heal every single one of these people on the other side… but if he did, his knack would be revealed, and his only chance at surprise ruined.

Selflessness required offering help.

Selfishness (determination to win?) required staying silent.

He wanted to help. He needed to be helpful. It meant that he had a purpose, a good thing he could do, a reason he mattered… and if he used it now, he might lose whatever slim chance he had at bringing his brother back from the dead.

Refusing to help felt like a violation of himself. What he was. What he wanted to be. But somehow, still gagging, Luke stayed silent, and when it was his turn, he slit his hand, pressed it to the wall, jumped as the damned thing bit him (how?), and finally stepped through, offering no aid to anyone but himself.

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So now he felt guilty. Great. Terrific. He was off to a marvelous start.

The place was shockingly different inside. White-washed with black stone peeking through, it was just a tunnel, smooth, curving left and right around the arena. And walking this hall, marching through this enormous space, were… things.

Some of them were beautiful, strange creatures, vaguely feminine in shape, walking on polished points and faceless. Some of them were horrible, gross creatures, thousands of eyes in a slimy form, making burbling sounds that seemed far too curious about the newcomers. Some of them were guards, tall and muscled, larger than the largest warrior who’d come through, and they carried swords in multiple arms, and wore boots that looked ready to bust walls or heads or anything else in their way.

There were… visitors, or something, here as well. Many had luggage. Few looked human, but all looked very rich. There was a look to rich people, Luke had learned long ago; it was the way they stood, the way they dressed. The way they viewed the whole world—clearly never expecting to be kicked or robbed or inconvenienced like normal people.

It was noisy. There were a lot of languages. Luke swallowed hard and kept with the crowd, who were all following the Butcher down the hall.

“I suppose you’ll all be wonderin’ just how this is going to work,” said the Irishman, his melodic voice carrying neatly over all the sound. “Fair simple, like: first, you’ll be tested. If you don’t pass, well… you’re on your own to get out of here, but without a ticket or a writ to fight, you stand a good chance of being ‘et, or perhaps burned for firewood.” He said it so casually that he didn’t seem to be joking. He stopped again, and banged on the wall with a fist.

A door, previously unseen, slid silently open.

“All righty, then,” said the Butcher. “One at a time. In you go.”

They all stared at him.

Luke had a moment, memorable but unnerving: he understood, suddenly, that the longer he waited to go in, the worse the wait would be.

He could just get it over with, and come out triumphant—and earn a little respect. Or he could hang out here, wait until they were all done and gone, and no one would witness his triumph. Because he would triumph. Whatever was needed to qualify, he’d do it. He swallowed. “I’ll go first.”

“You.” The Butcher smiled. “Well, that is a surprise! Call me Dennis, laddie. In you go. We’ll wait.”

As if they had any choice.

Luke clenched his jaw, gripped his knife, and stepped inside the door.

[chapter six] [masterpost]

#malevolent #malevolent au #malevolent fic #arthur lester #john doe #dennis collins #luke yang #kiy malevolent #malevolent madness mixup #blood and sand fic #kayne malevolent #oscar malevolent

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 11: Squeal

Summary: Mash asks for help working out, but Dot can't seem to take it seriously.

Word Count: 994

"Why do you need my help anyway? Can't you lift way more than this?" Dot asked, settling onto Mash's back as he began doing pushups. 

After all of the inhuman feats he'd seen from Mash, Dot's one hundred and sixty pounds, if he was being generous, didn't seem like much in comparison. 

"This is still good for endurance training," Mash answered, not breaking a sweat despite the steady speed of his exercise.

"I guess," he shrugged, propping his arms above his head and laying down on Mash. If his strength was anything to go by, they'd probably be here for a while before Mash got tired. Not that he was complaining; he enjoyed any time he got to spend with his friend.

Okay, maybe he was complaining just a little bit. But they'd been out here forever! And Mash wasn't even showing any signs of fatigue yet, how much longer was this supposed to go on?

There wasn't even anything to do, except for bang his head against Mash's rock hard back and hope he'd hit it hard enough to pass out, because at least then he'd finally be done with it.

"This is totally boring."

Mash stilled his movements, "Do you want to go?"

"Depends. You done working out yet?"

"No."

Damn it! Curse him for being such a good friend.

Dot sighed, "Then no."

"Okay," Mash said, resuming his workout. "After this, we can go eat cream puffs together."

Dot had a feeling Mash would be eating cream puffs with or without him, but at least he'd get something after this torture  

In an attempt to alleviate his boredom, he began tapping his hands against Mash's back, drumming along to the beat of his workout. That quickly got tiring though, and he shifted on his side with another sigh, propping his head up with the palm of his hand, his other hand beginning to trace random shapes on Mash's back.

There was an odd sound, a weirdly high-pitched choking noise, oddly like a squeal, that made Dot spring up, patting Mash's back. "You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry. That just tickled.

"Did it?" He asked, a smirk growing across his face. Now this was a surefire way to entertain himself. 

Mash only nodded, oblivious, and returned to his workout. The unsuspecting fool.

Dot waited as long as he could, whistling to himself and trying to contain his mischievous glee so Mash wouldn't see it coming. 

Then, he began. Perched cross-legged on Mash's lower back, he decided to start easy. Slowly, he took a single finger, dragging it down Mash's spine, making him sputter once more, but he continued with his exercise. 

Dot bit back a laugh, continuing his gentle motion as repeatedly drew his nail up and down Mash's spine. He didn't even know someone could be ticklish beneath all these muscles, but it proved surprisingly effective. 

"Dohohot," Mash giggled, "you're tihickling me again."

"Really?" His smirk grew, "This'll be good for you. It can help either endurance, right?"

"I dohon't see how thihihis helps."

"Come on, don't be like that," Dot did laugh that time, scribbling his hands across the back of Mash's neck.

Dot laughed again at Mash's squeak before he burst into rapid giggles, surprisingly high-pitched for him. Despite the ticklish sensations, Mash took his training seriously and remained undeterred. Boring.

"I'll stop when you stop training," he announced, hoping to speed up the end of this. 

"Now… where else are you ticklish?" Dot asked, lightly raking his hands along his back, searching for anywhere that elicited a reaction.

Scratching at his shoulder blades made his giggles louder and his arms ever-so-lightly trembled, becoming a minuscule slower in their repetitions.

It wasn't enough to make Mash give up, but when Dot poked his back in a certain spot, in between his shoulder blades and at the back of his ribs, it produced the same surprising noise from earlier as an uncharacteristic squeal came from him. His arms, trembling, gave out as Dot poked the same spot again, sending them both crashing to the ground.

If it were anyone else, Dot would be worried he'd crushed someone after falling on them like that, but Mash wasn't exactly normal, so he didn't let it phase him.

Instead, he monopolized on this momentary weakness, using one hand to wiggle against that spot while the other dug into Mash's side. "Done yet?"

Mash resisted the urge to turn onto his back, both from fear of hurting Dot and of exposing more of his tickle spots. 

Dot stopped, rolling off of Mash and into the grass next to him, pumping his fist in the air as he cheered, "Yes!"

His laughter grew louder as he begrudgingly nodded, giving into Dot demands with a loud "Yehehes."

He'd have to come back to finish his workout later, but a cream puff break never hurt, and he didn't think he could accomplish much more when he was getting tickled like this. He'd always been too sensitive to that kinda stuff.

After Dot finished gloating and Mash caught his breath, they helped each other off and headed back towards the kitchen at Mash's request.

"I didn't know you were ticklish."

"I didn't know you'd hate training that much."

"Hey, who said anything about hating it?" He shook his head, knocking his shoulder into Mash's impossibly muscular one. "Just gets boring and seems stupid when a rock could do the same job."

He paused, mid-step, realizing Mash had never answered his earlier question. "Why did you want my help?"

Mash was a stoic guy, but there was something about his expression that suddenly seemed a bit shy. "I like spending time with you.

Dot blinked, a faint flush rising go his cheeks as he looked away from Mash. "Yeah? Well, I could always help you again."

Somehow, despite the missing laugh and smile from when Dot was tickling him, Mash seemed to look like the happiest he had in years.

"Let's get cream puffs first."

#my writing #tickle fic #tickling #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #mashle #mash #mash burnedead #lee!mash #ticklish!mash #ler!dot #dot barrett

[golby-moon]

oh no I made more fakemon for people. went more with madlibs-esque prompts this time in the form of asking for a few nouns of things people like and here are the results

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starting off with @wofiepyxie, who unwittingly started this round of fakemon by consistently having an insane word count in bang sprints (and daring to mention the word 'candy')

I pictured an admittedly more spidery spider at first but a request to not make it creepy and to go for more of a wholesome Joltik vibe made me rethink, because there are enough creepy bugs (not that spiders are bugs despite my use of the computer bug pun) in this world. candy entering my brain made me try to just make the thing look like candy, which accidentally developed a weird and probably overly complicated backstory thing for it where it's a popular Halloween decoration due to being mistaken as a piece of candy which is partly because of its eye-searing poison dart frog-y colors but mostly because that's its weird defense mechanism. it eats computer data ig idk where the typing aspect really comes in it's just a weird little guy. random thought but I think it'd be hilarious if its shiny form was just like...all black, nothing noteworthy about it at all because it's just a regular color. nobody would have any idea what it even is by looking at it

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next is @hectatess, who had a prompt including things ranging from witches to Rottweilers

when people think of Rottweilers, they think dangerous and aggressive and like basically a hellhound (wassup Houndour line?), so naturally I had to go with the complete opposite and oh no it's baby, like just personified 🥺 with lilypads. really tried to go for a sad wet puppy vibe with this one, starting with sad pleading eyes with the wet lilypad hat just dropping down its face and ending with the ends of the darker fur that vaguely follows the pattern of a Rottweiler looking sort of weighed down with water (though it's also supposed to allude to a hanging witch robe, which it does not convey). carrying on that witch vibe is the lilypad hat, with the flower made to look like the pointy part of a witch hat though I know that it really doesn't look like that. the psychic typing was mostly inspired by the vibrant color of the flowers along with the fact that it's supposed to be witch-y. idk I don't name them but my brain is saying wetweiler which is really just a perfect summation of why I don't name the fakemon lol

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and finally @very-offkey-kazoo, who gave me a wide range of ideas from bees to Greek mythology to vines to snakes to knives... so lots of creative freedom here which is fun in a chaotic sort of way

I was originally gonna go for a rock type that's like idk inspired by Greek something and is covered in vines but the brain said stabby wasp thing so stabby wasp thing it is. no but I definitely overused the knife motif (and the sharp lines in general to kinda imply speed as well as sharpness) I think between the gradually sharper arms and the needle-like antennae and then the legit just knife-shaped wings but ehhh. surprisingly I actually took more inspiration from the Pawniard line than the Scyther one which is probably the cause of the repeating knife shapes, but more than that, I went for a knight vibe almost and gave it chitin not unlike a weirdly overly shiny suit of armor that's pinched off in the middle to resemble the way the abdomen and thorax of a lot of bugs are connected. as for the Greek part...idk maybe think gladiator like I didn't until two seconds ago? either way, this thing could probably protect a labyrinth or something regardless of its unspecified size, since small bugs are creepy and big bugs are horrifying. do what you want with that thought ig (side note but the color reminds me of honey mustard and I can think of nothing else now)

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I think these at least look like pokemon so they turned out okay. I learned from last time (stained glass skirt thing I'm talking about you) and didn't over complicate the designs this time and did try to make their typing more obvious through colors and shapes like the official pokemon do

(for anyone that didn't notice, the first round of fakemon is linked up at the top of this post)

I apparently make fakemon now so uh idk anybody that wants one can message me I guess yay

(09/15/23)

#my art #my thoughts #pokemon #fakemon #art made for other people #pokemon fanart #tentatively tagging #my bang legacy #since i am exclusively making things of people from bangs so far #though that's not a requirement #my requests

[daisychainsandbowties]

hello hello doing a re read of star wars au, and i was struck with curiosity. what do you imagine camilas tattoos are of?? on initial read i pictured more abstract textual/geometric designs, but the more i think on it the more i’m super intrigued by what you had in mind. tattoos in sw are actually weirdly pretty rare? baring various prison/gang tats and like the dathomir cultural tattooing (side bar: lilith rocking some dathomirian tattoos a la maul?? hawt)

camilas tattoos are clearly deeply grounding for her with the whole becoming the light you need in the dark etc etc. i wonder if they are ceremonial or personal? does she share the same lines on her skin as her (pirate)sisters do? or did she meticulously consider where each drop of not ink was to stain her skin?

so the original inspiration for cam’s tattoos comes from my little obsession with bioluminescence. squid exhibit bioluminescent tendencies with incredible frequency, and of course there are jellyfish, and even on land there's foxfire, which is incredibly beautiful. so i just thought in a fic that's all about light and luminescence i'd be remiss not to include a reference to one of my favourite forms of light.

for one thing, the light-emitting molecule that’s chemically activated in biolumenescene is called luciferin, which comes from the Latin word meaning ‘light-bearer’. of course, anyone who wields a lightsaber is literally a bearer of the light, but i also liked the idea of the ocs in this universe as a group of people dedicated to carrying the light forward - through the literal dark and the shadow cast by the Empire.

the tattoos have no specific shape. i kind of imagine them as those bioluminescent algae (dinoflagellates i think) that glow when their environment is disturbed. they have this very Cherenkov radiation-type glow. so i imagine cam’s tattoos as a bloom of ever-shifting dots and lines and draperies of lightsaber blue.

they have no set shape or position or arrangement, which is why Ava sees them moving, curling up into cam’s palm, glimmering when touched. they’re not constantly in motion, but they do move, and cam does have some say in how, though the light has its own whims.

she can - and she would have for Ava, if she'd been feeling generous - shape them in certain ways, make glowing blue birds or dragons or darting scrap rats. she can form constellations - and like the ocs pendants the whole network of tattoos can, in times of real peril, spell out warnings for those who wear them.

most of the time the tattoos just form lines, or glow like stars, or sometimes just shine out from under the skin (think aurora borealis).

while thinking on cam's tattoos, i also read about coal miners who used to use the phosphorescent properties of fish skin as a very faint light source to avoid the risk of setting off pockets of firedamp. the idea in star wars au, then, is that the light does something like the opposite of this. it invites danger - which is why cam has to keep her arms covered up.

i was thinking of the canon ocs, who hunt things nobody can see, and twisted that around a bit to make the ocs in star wars au this radically visible group. as the Sith are so fond of saying about Jedi - they can’t hide what they are. and they refuse to.

it just seemed really cool to have a group of pirate-archaeologists carrying their faith trapped underneath their skin, and also having a very convenient light source in any dark place they might roam.

plus, i loved the idea of cam & her fellow pirates, with their dedication to being light, also having the properties of living organisms who are, literally, luminous beings. creatures who live in a world so dark they use their bodies to make light.

#wn star war au #fascinating question tysm for asking #the tats are definitely there as a ceremonial thing #but they're also personal! and most of cam's fellow pirates have different patterns of light under their skin #(and the tattoos do spread and grow over time. crawling up the arms and over the shoulders #down to her waist. though they don't spread anywhere without 'permission' from their host) #(also yea lilith + dathomir tattoos is something i have Put Thought into alright) #ridemango #ask

[mayvvis]

1. THE SEA MEETS THE SHORE

The first thing Childe struggles with is the weather.

Now, don’t get him wrong; he’s adaptable and resilient but there’s always been something about the heat that just gets to him. It’s like an unreachable itch, it buzzes just right underneath his skin and no matter how many times he scratches at it, drag his nails across his chest and arms hard enough to draw blood, it persists like an annoying fly. It always feels like his body grew and shrunk and grew and shrunk and twisted and molded and molted into this weirdly formed human vessel; like his body had somehow betrayed him and became too different for his soul to rest easy in. Too… too wrong.

He doesn’t know what specifically about the heat bothers him, can’t tell if it’s how it makes his clothes cling to him or the way sweat pools and gathers in curves and places he forgets he has or the bugs that come flying around during the warmer seasons but-

He hates the heat as much as the heat hates him. He’s always been this way, even when he was a child, even before the Abyss. He never had to worry too much about the heat as a child in the harsh cold land of Snezhnaya but as he grew up and grew out of his childhood home, he’s seen summers harsher than a land with no love and even with the sun burning her very soul into his skin, he shivers. He suspects Liyue will be no different from Monstandt or Fontaine or Natlan, so as he stands in the midst of the chaos of Liyue Harbor, he knows he’s going to have to get over it.

He’s got a mission to complete and even if he can’t defeat the weather, he can at least fight the Geo Archon. Or maybe even one of his adepti, someone worthy of a challenge at least. If he’s going to suffer from the sun breathing down his neck, the least the universe can do as a solid is provide some kind of entertainment. He’s not that much of an idiot where he thinks he can defeat an Archon but he’s confident in his powers to make the almighty Morax take a knee and as far as adepti go; well, he is a Harbinger from the Aybss. What they have on him might be time but even then, old bones creek and rust.

He takes a deep breath. No point in getting worked up right now. There’ll be plenty of time for everything and more he’ll just have to take it one day at a time. Her Majesty expects great things from him and like her loyal dog, he won’t disappoint. He can’t afford to fail this mission, he can’t afford to fail.

So with a newfound confidence and a bright smile, he steps off the dock and further into the land of contracts.

He realizes soon enough that with heat comes Zhongli.

2. THE DRAGON

There’s not much that Zhongli doesn’t know at this point. He’s been alive for almost over six thousand years now and there hasn’t been a rock he’s yet unturned or made; Teyvat is a small world and he has shaped it to be as it is. His meteors fell from Celestia itself and carved and cracked and crumbled nations again and again and with every battle won or war conquered; a piece of him engraved itself into the very essence of the land. And while there’s no doubt that his people are devoted to him due to his leadership throughout the decades, it can’t be said the same on his own end.

He can’t quite call it love but he’s undoubtedly fond of the people of his nation. He’s watched them grow up throughout the years; watch them take their first and last steps, the first intake of breath and final exhale of life. As a God, as a father, he’s watched these children become rowdy teens who bloom into fine young adults and then age into wise elders.

There’s a sense of pride, of perhaps affection, of something more than indifference but it is not love. How could it? A God loving a human? Even the original God of Love, the current Cryo Archons predecessor, scoffed and turned his cheek at the thought. “Don’t be a fool Morax,” He had scoffed, mocking. Though he looks loving and is lovely, as one would assume the God of Love to be, his smile is cruel and his eyes are dark. “Don’t listen to Guizhong either, she’s a romanticist and a dreamer. Be realistic and be smart; what is there to love about the beings you’re fated to rule? Love is for those of equal standing.”

He died the same year, erosion eating at his bone, flowers sprouting all around.

Admittedly, he wasn’t the most emotionally well versed individual back then but he likes to think that he’s gotten a better understanding of human emotions now. Feeling sad so they cry, feeling happiness so they laugh, feeling anger so they lash out. Funnily enough it’s Guizhong, a Goddess, who taught him what he knows now which only further proves an old point between Gods; the difference between Gods and humans is too great. After all, what could a human teach a God? He’s fond of his people but like a teacher to their students, he has no need or desire to learn what he already knows.

He meets Childe of the Northland bank the same day he meets Tartaglia, the 11th Harbinger of the Tarista.

The man sent to destroy his land, a man so ruthless they say he’s the unforgiving sea itself, is the same man struggling with chopsticks, who charms with only a single smile. It’s only twenty minutes into their meeting but he’s enraptured by this foreign man. He soaks in all the attention the younger gives him, a hydro vision secured onto his belt. It’s not love but it’s more than what he’s felt about other humans, like an itch he needs to scratch. He wants to reach over and sink fang and claw into pale flesh.

The only reason why he resists is because he’s had six thousand years to learn how to.

#childe x zhongli #possessive zhongli #zhongchi #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #childe tartagalia #unfinished #ajax

[gamerbearmira]

Baby Mirabel au redo- I have a different idea on how I want it to go so I'm redoing my first ask and then will redo the second because it doesn't fit into the new idea I have.

It was late way later than what the familia madrigal usually ends up in bed but tonight was an exception. That exception being the youngest madrigal, Antonio, getting his gift and usually that is what Casita would be focused on but tonight was different. You see 10 years ago Casita was denied a door to it's wall, the only one that it had been looking forward to sense it's creation, all because the candle decided. Casita doesn't understand why still doesn't really understand no matter how many times the candle tried to explain it saying things like 'she must figure out what her gift is on her own.' the candle wouldn't even tell Casita what the gift was and any time Casita suggested they help her the candle would say 'we mustn't interfer if we do she won't be as strong'. Casita had just starting to think that the candle didn't really give Mirabel a gift and that it was running out of magic and didn't want to admit it. But then Antonios 5th birthday happened and he could open his door. It has bothered Casita, the entire situation, but what broke Casita was Mirabel. Oh the pain Casita felt as she sang her song and begged that mean old candle for something that she already had, Casita couldn't take it. She cracks. She does something she's never done before. Puts her tile down to the candle. She doesn't remember everything she yelled to it but the one that sticks out the most is 'IF YOU DO NOT DO AS I SAY I WILL COLLAPSE IN ON MYSELF WITH YOU INSIDE TAKING US BOTH! IM DONE DOING THINGS YOUR WAY!' Of course what she didn't realize at the time is at the same moment she started to argue with the candle she had started to show cracks on herself and completely freaked out Mirabel. Which she's sorry for but it's ok because she's going to make everything better. Because they are doing things her way and her way involves giving Mirabel everything she missed out on doing things the candles way. Even if it means starting over from scratch.

*small time skip to extremely early in the morning*

Even before Mirabel wakes up she knows today is going to be a bad day. She's filled with this strange..... Offness even before she opens her eyes and that sensation only grows worse when she does manage to open them. The sight she is first greeted with is a.... Mobile? It has butterflies and little houses and candles on it and it's spinning and spinning and Mirabel can feel herself start to smile reaching both arms up to it as she starts kicking her feet because that is just so funny and cool how the pretty colors and shapes dance like- wait what was she doing?

She shakes her head a tiny bit and takes a moment to try and look around only to see bars on all sides of her....... Why does she have bars on all sides of her? Just when she takes this in does she start to notice a couple other odd things. Like the fact that she can't look as far as she was able to even with her glasses off, almost like her depth perception is wrong. And that she's weirdly wet and cold and oddly hungry like she hasn't eaten in days and not the hours that it has been. In an attempt to figure out the situation Mirabel tries to sit up only to find that..... She can't move anything expect her arms, legs and head. 'what is happening?' is the only thought in Mirabels head for a solid minute as she struggles to get up.

As she continues to struggle she hears in the room the sounds of whimpering, it doesn't take her very long to realize it's coming from her. Just when she thinks she's about to start actually crying does she hear the familiar sounds of shifting tiles and with that little warning the bed she's laying in starts to rock slightly. It's a nice feeling that makes her go quiet for a moment and she feels herself start to slink back into the darkness of sleep but she shifts just slightly and the wet feeling is back and she has to cry slightly. The minute she does the rocking stops only to begin again only slightly slower. She hears some tiles shift away going out of the room, down the hall until Mirabel can't hear it anymore. Only sound in the room now are the slight rocking of the bed she's laying in and her own distressed crying that is slowly getting louder. Mirabel startles to a wail at the sound of a door being banged on loudly (like the person knocking had been trying for a while and finally lost their patience) the sounds of a door slamming open and feet running from said room towards the nursery is lost on Mirabel since all she can hear is her own wailing which she couldn't stop even if she wanted to (which she did she very much did). The sound of her own bedroom door being slammed open and her mama's and papa's startled gaps however, she did hear.

"Oh dios mio Mirabel!" The sound of her mothers frantic and panicked voice was the best thing Mirabel has ever heard 'mama help! I can't move and I'm cold and wet and hungry and I don't know what to do! help me!' she can't see her mother both because of her tears and because of how far away she is. She hears her someone walk forward and then suddenly that someone is at one of the sides made of bars reaching down and grabbing her. The minute she's in the person's arm she knows who it is. The smell alone gave them away. Mama.

"Mirabel! Oh my Mirabel it's ok Mama's here shhhh." Her mother's voice is trying to be calm as she begins to rock her. But Mirabel can hear that slight bit of panic underneath it and while that usually would bother her she finds that she can't really be that bothered with anything when her mother is holding her like this rocking her so nicely. She's still crying but it's lowering in volume and getting quieter and quieter until she's just fussing slightly in her mother's arms as she rocks her back and forth.

"Julietta do you need me to do something for you? I don't.... I don't know what to do? Should I wake up your mama or get some clothes or-" oh no she forgot her father's here and by the sounds of it his also panicking. "Augustine, mi vida, I need you to take a breath and try not to panic. Breath with me in and out" Mirabel feels her mother take a deep breath in and then slowly release it she does this two more times all the while rocking her. "Ok good, mi vida, good. I could do with some help I need is a diaper and a change of clothes mirabel is wet and-" before mama I could finish that sentence neutral hears the shifting of tiles and what sounds like Casita pointing out something. She hears and feels both of her parents move towards where she believes casitas pointing to in her limited vision she can sees what looks like a dresser with one of the drawers open her mama clearly can see what is inside from where they are because she starts talking "Oh.... Oh dios mio..... Augustine can you check the other drawers because if it's filled with what I think it's filled with that we might be in trouble." As she walks further up to the drawer and mirabel can see what's inside. Inside the drawer is a bunch of diapers. Meaning that her other dressers will probably have baby clothes in them. Meaning that the bars on her bed were the bars of a crib. 'Mierda' is the only thought mirabel has as she stares into the pile of diapers..... That her mother is going to have to change her into one of...... 'double Mierda'.

I don't know I like this idea better than the other and wanted to share it. As always let me know what you think!

I LIKE IT I LIKE IT ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Casita has had enough of the Candle’s bs <3333 AND IM GLAD SHE TOOK INITIATIVE. Clearly had to intervene or else the cracks would have never stopped. Like fr. And Mirabel getting distracted by the mobile, it didn’t even register in her mind why is was there, just that it was nice to look at 💀💀

Poor cool parents, about to have a heart attack and Mirabel have a crisis as a baby <\33

Mirabel after seeing the diapers and realizing her current situation:

#encanto #my asks are open #my asks #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto julieta #encanto agustin #encanto casita #de aged mirabel au #de aged mirabel #de aged AU

[eternalyoflife]

So he waited. A foolish attempt to say his big news...

This was unfair.

 

Or maybe it was just fate that decided this.

 

This cruelty surrounding him.

 

Small Rock Of Light couldn't comprehend.

 

Maybe it was a system failure on his part.

 

Or maybe it was a punishment for being so...

 

Mean ?..

 

What other words could be used ?

 

Hypocrite, cold, shameless, horrible,..

 

All those words indeed described how he was.

 

They described him the best.

 

It was his fault.

 

After years since the Ancients ascended.

 

After for years they were left in their cans.

 

They had finally found a solution.

 

A solution, an answer to all of this.

 

Yes, an answer on how to ascend, about The Great Problem.

 

Such great news, big ones even.

 

Not even the seniors of them could have had such a find.

 

He was the first to do such a discovery.

 

He needed to tell the others !

 

To tell them about this answer for there problem !

 

To say it to the world !..

 

But this world wasn't a fair one.

 

It had betrayed him the moment he started isolating himself.

 

He had been way distant, so distant in reality.

 

So much things had happened to everyone he knew.

 

And no one to speak or ask about it.

 

All were doomed, his discovery did not matter anymore.

 

He was the reason this happened wasn't he ?

 

He had left everyone for his research on this ascending problem.

 

He had left everything for this single needed answer.

 

He had ignored their calls for him.

 

He had ignored their warnings.

 

He had ignored all of it.

 

Until it was to late.

 

Until his fall happened.

 

What a tragedy.

 

All of his research and the true ending, the answer !

 

For nothing.

 

All of it was useless.

 

He had fallen.

 

He did all of this to tell no one.

 

All of the local group was destroyed.

 

Or was it ?

 

Was the local group really doomed ?

 

He had in reality no way of knowing.

 

He had lost all communication ability.

 

Oh he could speak !

 

But he had no way of having contact with others.

 

He had lost all communication access to the tower.

 

He couldn't broadcast anything either way in his shape.

 

He was to damaged.

 

Why didn't he listen to them ?

 

They were trying to contact him so hard for them to be disposed easily by his faint ignorance.

 

He didn't listen to all they say at that time.

 

At that time they were a nuisance for him.

 

... How much does he regret now.

 

How much would he do to turn back time to change this outcome.

 

How much he would like to exchange his work for them to talk to him again.

 

But would he really have been able to do it ?

 

He had made it, yes.

 

He had created this horrible fate against him.

 

He had lost everything for this single problem.

 

He had lost all his friends turned family.

 

He had annihilated it all.

 

He had done all of this out of free will.

 

He had left the local group for this.

 

He now regret it.

 

His can had fallen from some kind of earthquake.

 

All the walls holding his can had betrayed him.

 

Just like how he betrayed his local group...

 

His can was destroyed.

 

Water had flowed inside of it.

 

The rocks who used to be holding his mechanical roof had fallen.

 

Here he was now.

 

On this weirdly created island from his roof.

 

His can opened apart to let the rain and vape he creates to fall on top of him.

 

His robotic arm holding him crushed under the walls and water.

 

He had nothing but his broken puppet self.

 

His own self on this island, stuck with no way in or out than by the broken roof.

 

And yet it still would be impossible to enter his can.

 

All possible way to enter were underwater.

 

Not a lot of creature knew how to swim and breath so far down.

 

So he was truly trapped.

 

Alone on this piece of rock from his roof.

 

His attached mechanical arm blocked under walls.

 

He was utterly trapped, with no exit except the ones submerged.

 

Not like he could have left if he had wished.

 

He was attached to his can and would die if he tried to take himself off his iron string.

 

Though maybe it wasn't such a bad idea for how he was looking.

 

His state was so miserable right now.

 

His cloth that he wore was torn off of him in his fall.

 

His wires exposed, a sensible thing, to be seen for all.

 

At the very least they were made to resist the water, a wish made by the Ancients.

 

It was a great thing indeed but right now he wished it would just end his misery.

 

He had lost everything and he was starting to lose his mind more and more.

 

He was damaged in a way that the neurons he had couldn't help him a lot.

 

But he stayed.

 

He stayed on his piece of land.

 

His neurons floating slowly above him.

 

He stayed for a foolish hope.

 

A foolish hope to hear the broadcast of one of them.

 

Indeed it was foolish of him to think they would try any contact.

 

He had been an horrible being to them.

 

It was in reality hopeless for any of this.

 

But he was foolish.

 

Foolish to wait for as long as he could.

 

His discovery, a news needed to be said to them.

 

So he would wait.

 

Even though he would probably have no way to tell them.

 

So maybe one day he could tell his big news.

 

And for that...

 

He waited.

 

Small Rock Of Light would wait an endless cycle for now.

 

For he was an iterator who had once a goal.

 

An iterator who had done the impossible.

 

An iterator who had not heard and left their local group.

 

An iterator who had fallen.

 

An iterator now broken and useless in their puppet body.

 

Yes, iterators had a role to do.

 

To help with the ascension of their creators.

 

And he had done his part.

 

So now he would wait.

 

For his new goal was a foolish hope from the created loneliness and endless cycles going around them.

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Word count : 1,039

Random prompt : Your character has big news but no one to tell it to.

#writing #rain world #oc #angst #iterator #cross posted on ao3 #Small Rock Of Light #isolation #Chaos Era