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a-jynx · 6 months

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care to stay? (astarion x reader)

i'll let you guess, it's kinda angsty!

warnings; a lot of blood talk, injuries, hurt/comfort, a bit of angst to keep it spicy, and maybe some ooc astarion! enjoy!

Sharp whines pierced your skull, licking at the contents inside as your eyes twitched open. Squinting at the ache in your thundering bones, you slowly rolled onto your back, sitting up onto your elbow with a groan.

What in the Hells happened...? Pushing up with your shaking limbs, you staggered, falling into a cracked and crumbling wall. Squeezing your teeth that caused a dull ache behind your jaw. Glancing around, you watched as the flames flickered and danced among the rubble. The crumbling surface around you reeked of smoke powder and copper, along with the putrid stench of smoked flesh. Swallowing thickly at the dirt that coated your throat, you gripped your side while stumbling through the scattered bodies. Flashes rippled through your groaning and thrumming mind.

Your party. Your brain scattered, thinking of everyone within the walls. Shadowheart, Gale, Karlach... Astarion.

Goblins had ambushed you. Shadowheart and Astarion were busy trying to keep them off of you and Gale, whilst Karlach had gone into her fit of rage.

The smoke powder barrel. You remember shouting as the Goblins fire arrow whizzed past your lot, your eyes wide as you all ran towards the exit as the explosion boomed.

Groaning, you dragged your feet through the clutter, your boots catching on jagged stones and the thick, blackened goop of blood stuck to your boots like sap. Swaying towards another door, it's once oak colored darkened from the blast, a handprint of blood smeared across the handle. Wetting your lips, you drew your dagger and shouldered through, only to sigh as you spotted Karlach helping Shadowheart with Gale's wounds.

"My Gods," Karlach laid Gale back against the bed, quickly moving towards you as you stumbled into her hold, not caring about the sizzling as she moved you towards the other bed. "Solider, are you alright? You took the blunt of the blow, if I'm being honest, I'm shocked yet thrilled to see you alive."

You winced away from the burning sensation as your back met the soft, yet dirt-covered mattress. "Thank you, Karlach," your voice rasped, soot still coating it and resting among the blood in your teeth. "Where's Astar-"

"He went to find-"

You jumped as the door slammed open. "I can't find them anywhere! There's more goblin guts and d" his voice staled when his eyes landed on your shaking figure, Karlach's hand still hovering over. "By the Hells! Watch where you're aiming those torches," he hissed, moving to the other side of the bed, his arms over his chest as Karlach rolled her eyes.

"They're fine, Astarion, they're our fearless leader, remember?" Her comment held bite as you winced, searing pain rippled through your melting mind. Astarion's lips moved to speak, his eyes glanced towards you as he gently gasped. Blood leaked from your ears, decorating the mattress and your hair below. Eyes clenched shut as you gritted your teeth, more pain shooting through as if your jaw would splinter.

"Heal them now, dammit!" Astarion shouted as Shadowheart finished healing over Gale, who slowly sat up in bed, groaning and clenching his shoulder. The cleric moved quickly, her hands already glowing a crisp, bright blue before laying them on your temples. More searing caressed your aching skull, yet this time it felt calming. Like that of an animal licking at its wounds. Soothing. Your body shook, feeling the bond shake and mend within your soup-like mind. The sharp whines became whimpers of your own voice. A gasp ripped through your burning throat as the crackle of your rib mended itself back into place.

"Is it working? Will they be alright?" Karlach stood closer to Shadowheart as she sighed, her fingers began to shake. She was growing weak...

"I'm not sure how much more I have in me-"

"You'll continue to heal them until Avernus freezes over if it'll help them," Astarion snipped, one of his hands had moved amongst the blood and dirt, caressing your fingers in a way of saying 'I'm here'. Your chest clenched as a blood-curdling scream wretched through your throat, rattling your still bubbling mind. Shadowheart grimaced, yanking her hands back with a shout, her hands stung with a rose-like red blistering her palms. Karlach gently caressed Shadowhearts' armored shoulder and moved towards Gales' bed, who stood in shock. Astarion had moved to sit on the bed with you, his arms holding onto your shoulders as you shook and cried out.

Her healing had worked, but its' effects worked through each injury like a professional seamstress. Weaving through your veins, smothering in and over your bones' marrow, and licking at your popped eardrums and rattled brain damage from within. You withered in Astarion's grasp, shaking as tears streaked down your dirty cheeks. "I- I tried to save us," your voice shook. Astarion frowned, his thumb brushed against your skin. "Just rest, darling.." His voice was a gentle whisper, his cool skin pressed against your sweat-covered skin. Sighing against his chest, your eyes fluttered close. The soot and dirt caused a soft grimace, yet there was a comforting scent hidden amongst it.

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You blinked awake, wincing as you slowly sat up from the bedroll beneath you. "What the Hells," you winced more at the sound of your gravel-like voice. Humming, you took in your surroundings. Soft pillows and carpets surrounded you, a gentle candlelight flittered within the bright red tent. Goosebumps travelled up your skin as you glanced down, noticing your tunic missing and dull-white wrappings secured around your ribs. Crimson blossomed across the wrappings causing you to frown.

Jumping as the tent flaps opened, revealing Astarion with a bowl and prime white wraps resting across his forearm. His movements paused, your eyes met as he sat the bowl down and moved towards you, grabbing your flushed cheeks and slamming your lips together. You gently moaned into the kiss, flinching at pain that shot through your side. "Thank the Gods you're awake," he mumbled against your lips, resting his forehead against your own. "I thought you were gone..." His voice lower, barely a whisper.

With a smile, you rested your jaw against his rough palms, relishing in the callouses he's gained over your time together. "And leave you all alone with Gale? I couldn't." You couldn't fight back the grin as he rolled his eyes, leaning back on his calves and helping you lay back against the cot. "Because you know he'd be insufferable for me to endure alone," he smiled gently, brushing your hair from your eyes. Sighing, you leaned further into the bedroll, Astarion reached back and grabbed the bowl, dipping the piece of cloth into the cool water and dabbing it against your sweltering forehead.

"How're the others?"

"They're fine, we need to worry about getting you back to proper health, my dear," he hummed, dropping the rag back into the bowl. His fingertips dragged gently over your ribs, watching as your body jumped from the soft touches. Your brows furrowed, gently grabbing his flittering touches. "Star... Please,"

"They're alright, my love, I promise.." He sighed, gently undoing the wraps and frowning at the snarled wound. The blast had cut through your flesh like butter. Soot and dirt had embedded itself into your wound and clung to your hanging flesh, it had caused him to cringe inward at the sight of your gnarled flesh. He worked quickly, dabbing the wet cloth against the charred skin, sighing as you flinched away. Wrapping the new bandages, he sat back while wringing out the blackened and bloodied rag. "And how're you...?"

The water dripping ceased as his lips pressed into a tight line, the rag dropped next to your arm as you pushed up onto your elbows. "Star..?" You frowned, rolling onto your non-injured side as he turned towards you, his hand cupped your jaw as you reached up, catching his with a sigh. Tears brimmed his ruby colored eyes. "I thought we lost you when you fainted. There was just... So much blood. Your blood mixed with that dirt and soot, and I couldn't-" His voice caught, choking in his throat as he shook his head. "The mere scent of your blood mixed with such retched things; it made my stomach churn. Caused the bile to claw up my throat."

You stared at Astarion - you both had found safety in one another. Trust had built quickly with how many battles you both had gotten into together, the stories shared amongst with goblets of wine, confiding in one another when everything seemed hopeless. And of course, with your shared comfort came... Feelings.

Astarion hated it.

He wasn't supposed to fall for you, it was the simplest plan for him to follow, yet here he was. On the verge of crying while he coddled you close, his fingertips ghosting over your new bandages. Gently wrapping your arms around him, you tugged him down to the bedroll, racking your fingers through his thick, white curls. You shared a comfortable silence as he wrapped his arms around your chest, as carefully as he could, his hands still trembling. You fitted yourself against his chest, sighing while twisting a wild curl around your finger.

"You can touch me, my Star, I'm not made of glass-"

"No, but you need your rest... I should go-"

"Please... I don't want to be alone," you murmured into his shirt, tightening your arms around his waist as he moved to leave. Blinking, his hands hovered over your shivering skin. His lip slightly trembled before he swallowed thickly. "Ask me to stay," his voice shook as you squeezed him close, feeling your own tears well up. He believed he would hurt you more than help you. "Ask me to stay, and I will." Leaning up onto his chest, you leaned up and pressed a tight kiss to his lips.

Your mouths moved together. Teeth and tongue clanking and grinding against each other. Astarion's hands settled on your hips, soft circles tugged at your loose pants, his nails scrapping by the edge of your bandages. A gentle shudder ran through your bones as you maneuvered yourself on top of his lap, gritting your teeth to keep the pained moan buried in your throat. Pressing soft kisses to the corner of your mouth, his lips trailed down your throat to the scarred bite mark. Your body moved gently against his lap, rolling circles into his hips before he rolled you off of him, chest heaving.

"Astarion, wait,"

"We're... Resting." His voice slightly wavered, his nails gently digging into your shoulders before he moved to lay beside you. Tugging your body closer, smothering his nose into your hair, deeply inhaling as you wrapped your arms around his chest.

"When you're not constantly bleeding," his voice muffled as you rolled your eyes. His fingers gently pinched at your thigh. "Then, we'll have all the fun you deserve, my darling."

*****

You awoke to quiet murmuring - distant, gentle - as if not wanting to break the silence the moon had brought on. Lighting your pinkie, you moved to light the candle beside your bedroll, only to jump when a pair of arms tightened around your waist.

Astarion's body quivered against your own, his arms tightened. You cringed at the pain shooting through your body, but gritting your teeth, you turned over as much as his grip would allow. Grasping his shoulder, you gently shook the somewhat whimpering elf.

"Astarion, honey, wake up." You murmured into the air, huffing as he released your waist, one arm slipping from around you as it grasped at his tunic, tugging on the slightly tattered tunic. "My star, please," his fangs dipped into his bottom lip, blood dribbled from the nibbled skin. "Astarion, wake the hells up!" You shook him more, ignoring the searing pain as his claw-like nails dug into your skin. His eyes snapped open; a gasp choked through him as tears leaked down his cheeks.

Elvish ripped through his lips before he could even comprehend the words his tongue spilt. Your eyes widened, quickly setting up on your knees, both hands grasping his sticky cheeks. "Astarion, my love, breathe, please." Grasping one of his shaking hands, you placed his palm against your heaving chest, your heart beating heavily. His eyes caught yours, more tears leaked past your hands as you rubbed your thumb against his cheeks. "Breathe, my Moon, follow my rhythm."

His hands trembled against your skin, slowly his eyes blinked as he seemed to finally focus on your eyes. Swallowing thickly, he licked his lips and slowly reached up, locking his hands through your locks. Astarion tugged you into his body, his hands shook as he held you close. His breathing shook as he tightened his grip, making you whimper in his hold.

"Astarion, are you alright... Do you need a minute?" Your voice was low, attempting to keep the peace within your shared tent. You held each other close, gentle kisses caressed his skin as he leaned further into you. "Ask me to stay, and I will." You murmured into his hair, cradling him further into your body. You wanted to shield him away from everything. The fear and anger that tries to eat away at him. He looked up, slowly leaning back, but keeping his hold on you. Astarion licked his lips slowly, a shaking sigh passed through him as he moved to hold your cheeks.

"Care to stay?"

#astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 x reader #astarion x you #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #reader insert #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate #astarion ancunin #baulders gate 3

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cxlamarisalxmi · 11 months

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Being Miguel’s legitimate daughter that he left behind and hosting Venom [FEM]

[Platonic Drabble]

c/w: cringe writing, angst

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“How dare he?”

You ignored the symbiote raging in your head as you watched your father Miguel finish the battle with the Green Goblin variant. Binding him with glowing red organic webs and aligning him up and over his shoulder.

“How dare he return here?!”

“Venom,” you trailed exasperated. Obviously you weren’t happy at all to Miguel either but he hadn’t even seen you yet so what does it matter? Originally you and Venom had fully intended to take down Goblin and inform Peter B. Parker there was a variant in your dimension. (Don’t ask how you know him).

But then Miguel showed up instead, and honestly you should’ve expected that he would because he was the one who led the spider society. And he was among the first to know of any anomalies or unusual readings in any dimension.

And only Jessica and Lyla were a witness to the internal conflict inside him at the prospect of going to his daughter’s dimension. The daughter he abandoned in favor of a different one, a different daughter, a different universe… a different life.

He was absolutely certain that you hated him and you did, you held such bitterly angry and maliciously hateful feelings for him for such a long time. When you were young all you felt was confusion for his disappearance, but as you grew older and as time passed those feelings turned from rage at his betrayal… to utter heartbreak and despair at his departure.

For the longest time you’d believed that you’d done something wrong, because what had tog done that was so bad? What had you done that was so wrong? You didn’t mean to.. whatever it was you didn’t mean to.

Eventually you had come to learn that this was not a fault of yours, but of Miguel’s. You didn’t do a damn thing wrong, and you didn’t deserve this. Nobody did.

So you grew in the suffocatingly isolating darkness that was hate and grief. And as time passed you built walls thick and tall surrounding yourself, barbed defenses to protect your broken and vulnerable pieces. Behind those steeled doors you also tucked away the last part of your inner child, to keep her safe and protected.. from ever feeling this abandonment again.

When you were fourteen you’d found Venom, and at the time you had been living on the streets for close to two years. At fourteen is when you had very nearly quit on life, being alive was pain.. constant hurt that was very close to swallowing you whole.

Venom had stopped you, not because they had talked you out of it but more so because you were intrigued by the way they had glided across the ground. Even more so interested by the way the deep onyx goop slid up your hand before sinking into your body.

And you’ve been together ever since, the constant babble of the alien grated your nerves slightly but other than that you’d grown to love having them attached to you. And you wouldn’t change it for anything—

“[Y/Name]?”

You froze, previously having turned away from the scene of Miguel opening a glowing golden portal on the street below your perch to make a swift exit. But his voice had stopped you, and you’re not sure why you had even bothered to halt in your tracks.

“Wonderful,” you spat with toxin, “you remember my name.”

Miguel shouldn’t have been taken aback by your response, and he shouldn’t have been thrown off by your bite. He didn’t deserve to feel confused as to why you had responded to him so aggressively— because he knew why you had.

“Of course I do, I gave it to you.”

“Right,” you replied boredly before you were moving forward intent to leave the conversation there.

“[Y/Name]!” He called, and again you shouldn’t have given him even a second of your time but your broken and guarded heart longing for answers seemed to work your feet for you.

“[Y/Name], keep moving. Or I will. He does not deserve your time. He does not deserve you.”

“Did you ever wonder if I had even survived after you left? Did it ever cross your mind even once if I was still alive?”

“I checked on you regularly.”

“I see, the technology to travel through the multiverse also grants you the ability to peer into the lives of people you have ruined.”

You still hadn’t turned around, refusing to give him any sort of indication that you had actually cared about whatever it was he had to say.

“Look, I-I know that I’ve screwed up. I know that I hurt you—”

“Hurt me?” You chuckled humorlessly, a hitch of pain in your throat and fire on your tongue. “Hurt. Me? You may have before.. but you’ll never hurt me again.”

Venom had come through on the last word, enunciating the end of the sentence with a snarl. Ferocious and purely built from the pure emotional pain they could feel coming from their host.

Miguel subtly flinched at the deep growl in your tone, not enough for you to see but enough of a twitch that your heightened senses had picked up on it.

And you chose that moment to make your escape, stepping forward and utilizing Venom to vanish within the pitch black abyss of the shadows. The added darkness provided by the night sky and waning pale moonlight casting deeper shadows aiding Venom in helping you disappear entirely.

“[Y/Name] wait!—” Miguel reached out expecting to touch flesh but was met with nothing.

He stepped back, looked left then right then both directions once more before he exhaled tiredly and leapt back down to the road below. He lifted the Goblin and threw him in before jumping in himself, the portal closing behind him leaving the desolate street in utter darkness once again.

You had watched, this time from the gargoyle statue attached to the side of the roof’s lip on the building above. Venom formed off your shoulder, their head with white eyes and a mouthful of razor sharp teeth complimented well by the black ink of their exterior. And their head stretched off your shoulder by several tendons and tendrils still attached to your body.

You met his blank, milky white stare as he spoke.

“He will return. Whether he wishes to talk or— something more.. what will you do?”

“I made my feelings clear, if he returns. If I see him in my universe again. We. Kill. him.”

You watched as Venom’s grin grew exponentially at your sinister promise. The ominous threat on Miguel’s life exciting him after all the years of trauma and pain he had inflicted upon their host Venom wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth in and never let go.

And if granted the opportunity he would seize it with little to zero hesitation.

Every Spider-Man needs a nemesis, no emotionally richer story than having that nemesis be your own daughter.

“You are sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“You’ve grown cold. Sinister.”

“I am what he made me.”

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a/n: I’m a little stoned and had this abrupt idea— 🫢 this is weak and maybe a lil’ cringe.. I know that, I’ll make it legit when I’m not baked 😐👍🏽

#across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x platonic! reader #angst #venom x platonic!reader #venom x teen!reader #venom #x teen!reader #x platonic!reader #miguel o’hara x teen!reader

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twisted-tales-of-all · 6 months

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Slippery Sensations

Summary: As the tank of your party, you've fought plenty of slimes before, but this monster proves to have tricks hidden in his goop. Pairing: Han Jisung x afab!Reader Genre: Fantasy, Horror(?), Smut, One-Shot Tropes: slime monster!AU, adventurer!AU, knight!AU Word Count: 1.8K Contains: (pure filth tbh) slime play, taboo desires, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, tentacles, breath play, pet name once (my love), vibrations, nipple play/breast fondling, bondage (with slime), dacryphilia, clit play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), cum-eating (technically, absorbing) A/N: The plot of this was loosely based on a character in one of my favorite anime series, Darkness from Konosuba, who is a wonderful masochist, so take that as you will.

Another slow day for your guild, your party decides to grab a few quests and earn some extra money. Known as the team's tank, you offer to single-handedly take on the ever-present quest of fighting the lower-level monsters that consistently creep towards the city gates. Exiting the city, you feel confident in your abilities to fight a few magical animals or low-level slimes and other pests.

You quickly work through five swarms of oversized bugs, some wolves, and even a few rogue goblins. As the swarms get further from the city limits, you begin to fight against low-level archers and sorcerers. They manage a few hits on you while you make it into closer range, but you still best them without much issue. After finishing your tenth swarm, you expect to be finished with the quest, but you survey the nearby area in search of any stragglers hiding amongst the foliage.

Stepping into a particularly cold patch of forest, you find a stream that you don't remember being there a few days ago. You carefully follow it back to its source, only to find that it's not water at all, but rather some translucent slime trailing from a high-level slime monster. Before you can turn around and alert the guild, the monster catches sight of you.

With a quick curse under your breath, you prepare yourself for battle. You don't fear it, but you choose to follow your adventurer's instinct to always be ready for the worst. However, the slime monster simply looks at you in wonder, making you lower your sword. The blob of a monster begins rippling as it shifts, morphing itself into a form that resembles a human.

"What the-?"

"Would you not be more comfortable facing something similar to you? Should I shift into something else instead?"

Where you expected a voice of some sort of extreme, you find that the monster's voice is oddly... normal. It feels soft and flowy, but it also has a bit of bass that tingles your ears. If you didn't see a dangerous green monster of thick liquid in front of you, you would've pictured a handsome man based on voice.

"Based on your smile, I assume you to be accepting of this form. Shall we begin?"

"Begin? Begin what?"

On guard again, you raise your sword uselessly. The moment you settle into a battle position, you feel your feet engulfed by the cold, thick slime. You hate yourself for the fluttering in your stomach at the feeling, where any normal person would likely feel disgust or even fear.

"You followed my slick stream, did you not? Only those with a desire towards slimes can see those, my love. If you quit denying yourself the pleasures you yearn for, I can show you everything you've missed before."

Feeling the rough thumping in your chest as the slime submerges your ankles, your adventurer rules fade from memory as you let yourself become prey to the monster. Although you've had fleeting thoughts and occasional dreams of slime monsters in the past, you never once admitted them to a soul. But now, standing completely alone with one, you can deny your fantasies no longer.

As you relax slightly, you ask for something to refer to the monster as, mentioning that you can get quite noisy. Met with a hearty chuckle that you can feel on your skin through the liquid, you get a response that fills your core with warmth.

"Believe me, you won't be yelling much of anything when filled with me, but if you prefer a title, you can call me Han."

Swallowing back saliva, you breathe out his name in response to commit it to memory. Even without distinct features, you can feel the confidence radiating from him as you do so. He slides more slime up your figure, twisting around your left leg and rubbing up against your heat through your clothes and damaged armor. As the acidic slime breaks down the metallic armor and soaks through the cotton, you find your eyes falling shut as he moves the tentacles of goo up your torso. With the ever-flowing cold liquid against the warmest parts of your body, it feels like you're resting in a nice cold stream.

Wrapping himself around your chest, your nearby broken chestplate dissolves into him,opening your body to him more. Shortly after, you feel your silk shirt fall loose, bringing to mind the fact that its buttons were metal as well. He lets out a noise you can only relate to a cat's purr as he watches your clothes fall apart so easily for him. With the noise permeating his whole being, you feel the vibrations against your nipples and between your thighs. A mewl falls from your lips as your head tilts back in pleasure, but Han quickly silences you by slipping a thin stream of slime between your parted lips, opening them wider as he fills your mouth entirely.

Your eyes fly open as you adjust to the suddenlack of air, but you adjust wuickly by focusing on breathing through your nose. Only keeping your mouth about half full to limit your noises, he focuses back onto your chest. Binding your boobs tightly, he points your now-perky nipples towards the majority of his mass. Small finger-like strands reach from the binds to tease and pull at your nipples. Even when he pulls too far, the sting is soothed by the coolness surrounding them.

Noting your reactions to his actions, Han lifts your body and pushes your back against a nearby tree. Even the roughness of the bark scratching your skin is dulled by the cushion of the slime surrounding most of your body. Manipulating your body like his own personal toy, he lifts your arms above your head and spread your legs open wide. With slime covering your limbs, you struggle to move an inch, even simply as reactions to his probing of your body.

He moves closer, with what appears to be his head only about a breath's distance away. Pushing more slime into your mouth, he watches carefully, peering down your throat through the translucent green material. With the blockage of more of your airway, tears prick your eyes as you struggle to breathe. Although he lightens up after a few beats of your pounding heart, he keeps your mouth stretched wide.

Flattening himself to place his head level with your crotch, he roughly tears away the fabric hiding your entrance from him. Admiring it for a moment, you can imagine that he'd be licking his lips in anticipation if he had the ability. You feel the blood rush to your cheeks the longer he stares, only to be caught off guard when he shoves a thick tentacle of slime into your hole without warning.

Unlike the stretch of a human penis, Han stretches you until your body fights back. A sense of euphoria clouds your thoughts as he fills you perfectly. Solidifying his form slightly, he begins slowly moving the appendage back and forth. You feel your eyes roll back as the sensations overwhelm your whole body. You want to whine, to moan, to squirm about - you want to react so badly, but Han has you unable to do a thing. As he slowly works your body, you lose your mind trying but failing to grind faster.

He can feel your fight despite the lack of movement, so his voice vibrates against your body again, "Shh. Let me take care of you. I know it's slow, but we can't overwhelm your body right from the start. Not when there's so much time left in the day."

You taste the salt from his words on your tongue as your tears mix with his slime. With such a powerful, convincing voice, you can't help but relax your body and listen to his words, even despite such an intense urge for more. Fueled by your tears, the monster growls as he tries to restrict himself from ruining you too quickly.

Wihtin a half hour of mind-numbingly slow sex, he lets his feral urges win as he speeds up. The change in pace shocks your body back into wanting to react. Feeling this, he removes the slime from your mouth, wrapping it instead around your throat. Unable to connect your brain to your tongue, a series of unintelligable noises and curses leave your throat in a near whisper. The ocasional addition of his alias mixed into your mumbling invites him to pound harder, but instead of moving his appendage, he takes a different approach. Dropping your arms down to your side, he tightens his binds around your waist and begins bouncing your body up and down.

Although he made himself fill you perfectly, the sensations change now that your body moves instead of forcibly staying still. Adding to this, he envelopes your clit in another strand, letting the ever-flowing liquid massage your sensitive ball of nerves. The sensations overwhelm you, as it feels unlike anything you've had before. Far better than even the best human sex you've experienced, you find yourself falling victim to the addicting touch Han provides. As your body heats up and tenses, you feel yourself reaching your high. Silently urging you to orgasm, Han sucks up all of your juices as they flow out, enjoying the taste as it melts into him.

Coming down after orgasm doesn't last long, as Han tightens the bind around your neck and continues to bounce you on his slime cock. He removes the sensations from your clit to lessen the overstimulation, but refuses to stop after tasting your sweet orgasm. As the sun progresses its movement across the sky, you can't even think about anything, your mind fucked straight out of you.

Meanwhile, the rest of your party begin to worry about your extended absence. Everyone trusted that you'd be able to handle the creatures nearby, but now they're concerned for your safety. Suiting up in their heavy armor to make up for the lack of their tank, they venture outside the city to try and find you.

Sensing movement in the forest nearby, Han returns the pressure to your clit to bring you to your second intense orgasm. Slowing down as you ride through another high, he lays you down onto solid ground and asks you to come visit him again in the future. Catching your breath, you lie on the grass with your clothes soaked and falling apart, in a puddle of slime. You wipe the tears off of your cheeks before hearing a familiar voice calling out to you, followed by four pairs of feet rushing towards you.

Despite your blissed-out state, your team only notices your lack of armor, torn clothing, and red puffy eyes and assume you fought against a tough, high-level monster. Checking your limbs for injury and draping a cloak over your exposed body, they ignore your outrageous explanation about sex with a slime and carry you back into the city for a long rest.

Tags: @kwanisms @sanjoongie @kpop-stories-21 @mo0nbeams

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kathaynesart · 7 months

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I have two questions: one is have you put one of your characters from replica in character.ai? And two I know only know mikey will answer for them correctly so mikey has leo or donnie hade eny love interest in someone before or after the kraang apocalypse? (Also love your art keep up the good work I love it so much I always reared everything👍😁)

I have not. I'll admit I don't really know how that stuff works or how to go about setting it up. Honestly it's probably for the best and would take up too much of my time to try and figure out haha.

Definitely not before the invasion. After? As I've stated before I have no intention on really focusing on romantic relationships in Replica. It wasn't a focus in the show, so it's not a focus here (and trust me, if it was I would have totally jumped on it because I'm such a romantic at heart haha). I wouldn't be surprised either way, so feel free to come to your own conclusion as far as their romantic endeavors. I will say I don't think either of them were in a relationship as of the start of the comic. Whether that's because their love interests died (or in Donnie's case himself lol *cries*), of if they had moved on, or are non-existent can be up to you. I really want to be as true to the characters as possible so everyone can relate to them as they did in the show/movie (and for some viewers, that includes these characters being aero-ace so I want to respect those takes as well). So at this point in their lives they both are/were primarily focused on the survival of the resistance. Also, I will admit, I'm not really into personally creating "OC's" to fit into my story (whether that's as love interests or just secondary characters). I LOVE hearing and learning about other people's OC's, @goobygnarp Melvin, @intotheelliwoods's Goop goblin (I like to call them "Gooplin" until further notice), and @star-sparkler August come to mind (please check them out if you haven't). But I dunno, I get weird about making my own. Usually I'd rather just work with the cast that is already available when it comes to fan-stories. Omega is the closest thing to an OC, but he's also sort of a way to get around that since he's basically just Donnie lol. For this reason, a majority of the characters that will have any sort of screen time in Replica WILL be preexisting characters from the show. Baxter Stockboy is just the first of several that will be making an appearance. :)

#rottmnt replica #rottmnt #replica #q&a

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androdragynous · 1 month

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does anyone have a link to that older comic that's like the goblins building balloons and one of them launches this big heavy thing that drops and the other goblin is like man you're so weird for doing that and then it pulls a different goblin out of the goop below all of the other balloons. I've been thinking about it I wanna see it again

#patch me through to palaven command

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emelinstriker · 3 months

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So the cannibal asks were interesting but I'm curious about what would happen if a master came across them, and their first instinct is to get the heck out of dodge.

Like what are the reactions gonna be to:

1. Master trying their level best to escape because A. they don't wanna be eaten,

B. nor do they wanna be around people who eat other people.

2. Master having panic attacks, straight-up crying, or both?

3. Master fainting, and while I presume all mess would be cleaned up, they're now wary around the Servants and Champions.

I hope this isn't too detailed, obvs no pressure to answer, I'm just really amazed by your world. It's absolutely fascinating!

Actually, no matter which option, Mink would be there for them. As much of an asshole as he is, he is also seen as a major bridge between the Reader and their servants. He sees and understands both sides of the relationship.

Due to the goop-goblin's down-to-earth talk and rather wise words, he has a much easier time calming down the Reader than anyone else. Mink usually avoids being the one to comfort them, but he's also the closest form of comfort they'd have in such scenario. He can also analyze the type of comfort the Reader would need based on how they usually act on their own and interact with others.

Of course, the others would feel absolutely horrible if their Master avoids them and is genuinely afraid of them. Azure would probably try talk to their Master about it since he's not participating in any of the feasts either. He's also basically the calmest, if we ignore Wukong's and MK's calm expressions. So he'd have an easier time approaching them about the topic.

It doesn't make the champions feel calm if they were the reason their Master was crying and feeling scared, after all. They most certainly felt their Master's negative emotions peak when they spotted at least some of them feasting on a corpse. And to mend their relationship, they would do things that are rather small for them. Also bringing them offerings by stealing secretly borrowing things they'd like from the city.

Once their Master is no longer as scared of them/their actions, they wouldn't just outright drop the cannibalism or the other questionable things they do, but they would make sure the Reader is nowhere near them to witness any of it ever again. Especially when they know their current Master is rather sensitive about darker topics.

(I wanted to make a comic on it but motivation said no so uh- oop-)

#eternal servants au #esau qna #esau mink #esau azure #angst #at least the premise #cw: cannibalism #mainly mentioned tho

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smash-chu · 11 months

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Got nostalgic thinking about all the dnd pcs i've played (at least once) throughout the years when i've been given the chance to not dm, with Marimoo being the longest and ongoing pc atm (since 2018!)

Jiasha was the first one i ever played, a dragonborn wizard, she died

Miki the aarakocra bard was the second one, replacing the Jiasha, he's the second longest played character out of all of these

Ghurga was the third, a lovely bugbear barbarian who fancied herself a chef and used a giant meat tenderizer as her weapon

Goop was the forth, she's a homebrew slime sorcerer goblin who later found her true home as a npc in the same campaign as Marimoo's (technically Miki is also in it)

Ehzu was the fifth, a kobold druid that lived in the desert, they had a big crab they rode as a mount!

Merith the dragonborn paladin was the sixth, she sadly only saw one session of play despite putting a fair bit of effort into her

Kix was the seventh, a lizardfolk ranger which was raised by kobolds and thought herself as one of them

Marimoo is technically the eight, she's that lovable halfling bard i won't shut up about cause she's still actively in play

Summer under the bridge was the ninth, a tabaxi cleric devoted to the draconic god of poems, lore and mirth

Enoki is the most recent, a drow moon druid who has fun shades and a playful attitude

#dnd #dnd 5e #dungeons and dragons #my designs #marimoo #goop #my art #smash-chu's art

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dgdraws · 11 days

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V'calys, wood elf ranger; Alaric, golden dragonborn paladin; Quilleth, high elf cleric; Goop, goblin (bronze dragon in disguise); Mira, human warlock; and Zook, gnome wizard

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funkyfoggyfroggy · 2 months

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HIS ASS CANNOT HAVE THAT!!

(Trollsona belongs to @goop-goblin !!)

#trolls #trollsona #trolls dreamworks #trolls fanart #putt putt trolls #trolls oc

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cup-of-chaos · 6 months

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HI!! hiiiee!!! hiiee hello!111 :333!!

Greetings, Goop Goblin!

#digital art #art #ask box #answered #chaos unmutes for once

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giganitus · 6 months

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I’m posting the rest of my silly little cursed girl size comparisons.

because I really should but I’m stupid and get distracted with. Everything.

Phase 3 has:

Spitter, Buzzshock, Feedback, Arctiguana, Toepick, Atomix, ShockRock, Stele-Tonn, Sandbox, and Snakepit

Phase 4 The Monster Force forms:

SwampFire, Echo-Echo, Goop, Bigchill, Brainstorm, Humungousaur, Jetray, Chromastone, Spider Monkey and MONSTRUM X

Phase 5:

Rath, Lodestar, NanoFae(+her pekka inspired armoured form), Shockquatch, Fasttrack, Juryrigg(imp and goblin versions), Charm-Meleon, ClockWork, Eatle and SkiddSparx

#ben 10 au #ben 10 #monster girl #monstrum girl #cursedgirl #my art #monstrutrix

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moxpunk · 10 months

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it's so wild when queer spaces constantly refer to me as they or them, desperate those not being part of my pronouns at all. hell it even got to the point where someone was like "oh Moxie's pronouns are dial-up noises" and while that's really funny it's really incorrect!

like, I had a post on here a while ago talking about goblingender, and one of the shiniest parts of gender I stole and display proudly at the peak of my collection is a big, fat she/her

is it the vibes? does me being asexual give those vibes? is it being horny for esoteric bullshit like being coated in desserts and goop? is it because I'm a weird little goblin?

either way, just bonkers because I put it in all my profiles

#moxie heritage posts

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bird-b0nez · 1 month

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U guys wanna see my D&D character????

This is Goop, they’re 6 years old, and don’t know what a gender is. They left their goblin thieves’ clan to find mama-papa, who went missing after an adventure. Their hobbies include eating bugs, collecting rocks, and stealing only useless items.

#dnd5e #dnd art #dnd character #dnd oc #d&d #d&d art #d&d character #dungeons and dragons #bird art #kidcore #clowncore #goblincore #goblin culture

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humanoidalien27 · 1 year

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Bad things ahead. Be warned. Rewriting most of the story because I made my sib sad and angry when she read it. (I got scolded. 😂)

Content warning: death and other possible triggers

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Chapter 2

With friends like these

The pain you felt was worse than you ever thought could happen, it was like suffocating.

You were half hunched over the table, trying desperately to hold yourself up as you gasped for air.

Garreth was foot deep in a story about exploding a potion on Professor Sharp who, though annoyed, was absolutely covered in multicolored goop, that kept changing his hair color every time he spoke.

Just imagining it sent you into another fit of laughter.

"I can't imagine he was happy about that," Natty whispered in shock.

"He had to go to nurse Blainey and then to my aunt to stop his hair from changing colors. She wasn't happy with me and threatened to expel me if I didn't stop with my brews until I was caught up on homework."

"Well, maybe the rest of us can go one potion class without being exploded," Amit replied irritably.

Snickering, you finally calmed down, having to wipe your eyes clear of tears.

"Thank you Garreth, I needed a good laugh."

He beamed and gave a slight bow. "To be honest, it did look like it. You've been exceptionally on edge lately."

You gave a shrug, your eyes falling to the foam in your butterbeer. "Just having trouble sleeping."

"Why not take a sleeping draught then?" Leander asked, already pulling on from his robes and holding it out.

"Do I want to know why you're keeping one on hand?"

He chuckled. "I have chronic insomnia too. One of the habits of studying all night."

"Shouldn't you keep that then?"

He chuckled. "Not to worry, I have loads."

Giving a smile, you took the vial from him. "Thank you Leander."

He nodded as I stowed it away in my pocket.

Maybe I'll use it tonight to get more rest.

I barely walked into the castle before I saw Ominis and Sebastian arguing nearby.

Shaking my head, I moved to head towards my common room, but I barely made it three steps before Sebastian moved over with Ominis glaring at his back.

"Hey, now that you're done with your plans, can we talk?"

Sighing, you knew that you wouldn't be able to avoid this for much longer.

"Fine Sebastian, say what you need to."

Taken back by your tone, he took a step back as Ominis moved over.

"Why are you so closed off? I've apologized-"

"No, you just said the words so I would continue to help you," you replied softly, trying to keep your voice even. "If you were sorry, you wouldn't keep doing this."

"Doing what?"

The scowl rose to his face again.

"Continue this knowing I'm avoiding this conversation. Knowing this whole damn thing is making me exhausted."

"Fine, I get it, don't get prissy about your goblin friend-"

You almost strangled him. "It's not about Lodgok, this is about you and your manipulation," you hissed, getting Ominis's face to morph into surprise. "You know I didn't want to do anything involving...you know what...after the scriptorium and you keep dragging me into it. Then get angry when I reiterate why I didn't want to be a part of it. I can't walk down this road with you. I'm sorry, but I can see where it leads."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "And where does it lead?"

"With one of us dead," you answered honestly, startling both of them.

"If we run scared about what could happen-"

"You're seriously willing to sacrifice one of us to research the dark arts?" You asked coldly, getting Ominis to shift on his feet.

"It's not- this is to save Anne. You know that." He growled.

"So, you'd be perfectly fine if Ominis or I, or both, die in exchange?"

"Now you're just being dramatic."

Shaking your head, you took a step back, seeing Sebastian's stance fall as he moved to reach out to you but stopped himself.

"Fine, go. I don't need you. I can do this on my own."

He moved to leave as Ominis stayed beside me.

"I know you don't think this is the right path, but in the end, the dark arts only end in pain."

You nodded as your throat burned, heart twisted with guilt. "I know."

His head turned towards me as I sighed shakily.

"Let's hope he doesn't learn it too."

"Too?"

You nodded again as you felt your nose tickling, before I looked at him. "You're not the only one who has been at the mercy of someone who knows those spells."

As his mouth dropped as he heard the building emotions in your voice, you moved to leave.

You'd made sure not to tell anyone about what happened.

Sebastian decided to leave you alone after that and slowly you began to worry about the keeper trials and your homework.

It wasn't until an owl arrived from Ominis that changed everything.

You raced to the crypt as fast as you could, nearly running into Ominis and Anne, the latter left quickly saying about how she was going to get help. Not that you could worry about that while battling your way through the crypt to get to Sebastian.

He wasn't surprised to see you, as if he expected it.

"Isn't it fantastic? I can help Anne now."

"How is controlling shamblers going to help your sister?" You asked, keeping your wand out at the closest inferius.

"I can control the curse now," he said happily.

Warning bells rang loudly in your head as you stared at his face. He was already so lost in the dark arts, he couldn't see that he wasn't helping anyone like this.

"Sebastian, please stop this."

He waved his hand around. "Stop? I'm closer than ever to saving Anne and you want me to stop?"

"What have you done?"

You jumped at Solomon's voice as he accio-ed the relic from Sebastian's hands and destroyed it.

Instantly the inferius turned on you and a fight broke out.

Not wanting to get in the middle of their family matters, you focused on the shamblers. Trying to widdle down their numbers, but more just kept coming.

"Avada Kadavra!"

Your blood drained from your face as you turned seeing Solomon enveloped in green before he fell to the ground.

"Seba-"

Fire spread through the area, destroying the inferius easily.

My eyes moved to Anne just before she cast at her brother, knocking him backwards into me.

Stunned, you didn't even notice Sebastian was laying against you as you watched Anne vanish with Solomon.

I glanced at the side of his face, seeing guilt and pain twisting the features.

"We need to go," you said, already pushing him to his feet.

When you started, you didn't hear him following, so you raced back and shoved him towards the exit.

It was only then that you realized his wand was on the ground. Before you could tell him, he raced out of the crypt.

Stowing it with yours, you chased after him.

He started pacing once outside the crypt, though you heard him talking, you were focused on his body language and if he seemed remorseful.

He just seemed scared and confused about what to do, then left before you could give his wand back.

Ominis met you as you entered Feldcroft.

"Anne's devastated, she said Sebastian killed Solomon." His brows pinched together as you gave a heavy sigh. "He did, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did, but Solomon wasn't backing down either. That doesn't excuse him, he could have knocked Solomon out instead, but-"

"I understand and I'm sorry about asking you to come here tonight. Maybe it would have been better if I didn't involve you."

We began to walk towards Solomon's house. I didn't know what to say or what I could do to make this tragedy less painful. A

"Then Sebastian might have been killed instead," you reminded as you rubbed your forehead.

"Anne thinks we should turn him in, but can't do it herself and I-" He dropped his head, the toll taking a lot out of him.

Anne looked over as Ominis walked into the house, though I was a little reluctant, she greeted me with a weak smile.

"I'm so sorry Anne."

She nodded as she sat in the closest chair. "I am too. I'm not sure I can forgive him and he should be punished for what he's done, right?"

After a moment, you realized they were staring at you for advice.

"I can't decide this," you whispered meekly as you moved to across from Anne. "The situation's too messy. Did Sebastian need to go that far? I don't think so, but the killing curse? Then Solomon wouldn't stop attacking either. The inferius didn't make it easier either."

"In your opinion," Anne started.

"I can't make this choice. I quite literally can't." You rubbed you face harshly, the pit in your stomach now eating away at your chest cavity. "The situations are too close."

Ominis caught that whisper and leaned closer. "What situations?" When I didn't answer, he urged further. "Didn't you say you were at the mercy of someone who knew the curses too?"

Anne's eyes widened, before grief over took them again.

"I was," you whispered.

Anne, upon noticing they weren't going to get anything more from you, looked to Ominis. "Sebastian won't stop this path until something makes him stop."

Ominis nodded, though he wasn't too happy about everything. "Alright, I will go to Professor Black and tell him everything."

"I think this is a rash decision due to fresh pain and emotions," you whispered, not that they seemed to hear you or ignored it.

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(I never personally did this in game, but I wondered about what would happen and I'm too impatient to wait for another game. 😆)

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #fanfiction #anne sallow #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader

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