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tonycries · 2 months

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Brooklyn Baby - G.S.

Synopsis. Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rock star! AU, fwb-to-lovers, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), Suguru is sinfully sexy and in l*ve with you, Satoru is a menace, pet names (darling, my girl), Suguru has tattoos and piercings, swearing.

Word count. 3.2k (DAMN I got carried away)

A/N. Happy Valentine’s day! *throws somewhat-fluffy smut at you and leaves*

Art by @_3aem on X.

Also, wild west! AU longfic with someone dropping on Sunday night (EST), keep your eyes peeled yeehaw.

Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades.

You did. Your fans did. Hell, you’ve even caught your overworked band manager sneaking a few too many glances.

And, you conclude, the groupies currently batting their lashes at him definitely did.

You watch as they swarm to him during open rehearsal, giggling at his pretty smiles.

Whatever, part of the job anyway.

It’s not like you two were dating. Yeah, a few fucks here and there throughout the years - but what’s one to do when on the road and in such close proximity with a guy that’s practically walking sex?

Trying not to scowl, you turn away from the commotion, continuing to tune the strings of your trusty Fender. You’ve had your fair share of die-hard fans, so lately why did it bother you so much when Suguru entertained their thinly-veiled advances?

“Ohoho~ Quite a look on your face there, why don’t you go and caress his biceps too?~” you hear idiot brigade member #1, Gojo Satoru, cackle from beside you.

If looks could kill, Satoru would’ve been 6 feet under and rotting already. “I thought you stopped writing band fanfiction, Satoru.” you raise a brow.

“THAT WAS ONE TIME.” he whines dramatically, clinging onto you and shaking you back and forth as if to knock the memory of his Wattpad tendencies out of you. “WHY ATTACK ME JUST CUZ YOU’RE JEALOUS? C’MOOON ADMIT IT.”

You were not jealous.

Suguru knew you were jealous.

Sneaking a glance, he had to fight the urge to coo at the adorable little furrow of your brows. How unprofessional would it be if he walked off mid-conversation to kiss that pout off your lips?

He knows it’s just sex for you. But - foolishly - every time he held you he could only hope that he ran through your mind as often as you did through his. It elated Suguru to know you were getting that worked up over him.

That is until, out of the corner of his eye, he spots Satoru draping himself all over you, whispering god-knows-what into your ears.

The rational part of Suguru knows Satoru is a very touchy person, but why was he so…close? And why weren’t you pushing him off?

Smile tightening into something a little more artificial, he turns to the girls fawning over him. “Well, ladies, I’m sorry to say I’ve gotta go practice before Shoko yells at me again. I’ll see you all in the front row, yeah?” he lies smoothly, disappointed whines following him as he makes a beeline for your figure.

“Well! What have we here, Satoru, are you done tuning?” Suguru pops a head between yours and Satoru’s overly close ones, interrupting whatever conversation you were heatedly whispering. What was so important that you two needed to be that close to talk anyway?

He narrows his eyes at Satoru’s surprised ones, an invisible conversation taking place between them before Satoru cracks a smug grin. “Alright alright. I’ll go tune my guitar.” he rolls his eyes, heading for his electric blue Gibson.

Your confused gaze meets the twinkling eyes now boring down at you. “Done with the meet-n-greet already?” you question, eyes darting to the group now watching you two like hawks.

The smile on Suguru’s face grows, “Yeah, remembered I didn’t do my pre-concert rituals right.”

“Oh?”

“Wanna help me with it?”

He doesn’t give you time to answer. Quickly setting down your guitar, he drags you out into the corridor - hand tightly in yours and pointedly ignoring Satoru’s wolf-whistles.

Hallway sex is overrated, Suguru believes - which is why he heads for the dressing room.

“Pre-concert rituals” his ass, Suguru just thinks he might pass away if he doesn’t get his hands on you right now. Make you feel like his.

It’s not long before the door is locked and he has you bent over the vanity, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt.

“S-Sugu! Why now? The concert- Hah-” You gasp in pleasure as two long fingers probe inside of you, ruthlessly searching for the spot that Suguru knows would have your toes curling and eyes watering deliciously.

“Fuck the concert, darling. Barely even started and already so wet f’me.” he drawls out over your whimpers. “Wanted you to come over y’know? And save me from those groupies trying to get in my pants.”

In your lust-hazed mind, you find the words to respond to him, “You s-seemed to - hah - be enjoying that.”

“Of course not.” he leaves a trail of kisses down your back, “Wasn’t my favorite girl.” he whispers into your heated skin.

He’s being rougher than usual, he knows. In the back of his mind he wonders what it was that he was so pissed at. But all thoughts of that are thrown out the window once he presses into that plushy spot inside your wet core, drawing a sinful whine from your mouth. There.

Pulling back to tease your folds with your own slick, he plunges into your swollen pussy once more, easily hitting that spot over and over.

“Hngh- Suguru, more!” you grind your hips to meet his merciless rhythm, clenching around his fingers.

You feel as if you’re losing your sanity when he adds in another finger, walls burning as your cunt stretches around his thick rings.

Suguru was definitely losing his sanity.

Anyone could walk by. The concert was about to start any second now. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck, too focused on how his fingers were being sucked back in every time he pulls out, your pretty pussy dripping all over his numerous bracelets.

He has to hold back a moan at the way your ass jiggled every time your hips buck to meet his fingers.

Leaning down over you, he hums lowly into your ear “So desperate for me, hm?”. Pressing the erection straining against his trousers against you, he huffs out “I’m the same, darling. You drive me absolutely mad.”

He feels the way you squirm in impatience at the large outline of his dick, raising your ass in an attempt to get more friction. Eyes crinkling in satisfaction, he pushes down on his girl’s slutty hips, cold rings digging into the small of your waist.

“Now now…not yet.” he tuts mockingly.

“Please, Suguru. Please let me cum.”

Increasing his pace, abusing your g-spot relentlessly, Suguru knew by your breathy moans of his name that you were getting close.

His hand moves from your waist, leaving behind purple marks to remember him by. They wander the expanse of your body - groping your curves, and pinching your nipples through your thin top - delighting in your mewls.

God, you were perfect. He really needed to take his time with you later.

Suguru’s hands, nail polish chipped and fingers calloused from years of playing, finally rest on your face. He pushes your cheeks together, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth and forcing you to look at him through the vanity mirror in front of you. Your dazed eyes meet his darkened ones.

Suguru was so feral. The man that was usually the personification of grace and poise was falling apart at the seams. His eyes wild and grin spread devilishly as his fingers abuse your cunt never-endingly.

“Look at me when you cum.” he murmurs raspily into your neck, teeth ghosting over your rapid pulse.

You don’t know what it is that sends you over the edge - maybe it was his lustful words, or the way his fingers quirked just right inside of you. All you know is you’re cumming all over Suguru’s fingers, hands clutching the vanity table and eyes locked with Suguru’s in the mirror, mouth dropping into a gasp.

“Fuck! Suguru- Suguru!” you whimper.

Suguru watches in wonder as you ride out your orgasm, using him. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Let them see how beautifully you fall apart because of him.

Finally pulling out, Suguru inspects his fingers. “Now now. That won’t do.” he purrs.

His tongue erotically licks up your juices covering his rings, still holding eye contact with you through the mirror. He catches the way your thighs press together at his lewd act. ‘Oh? Want some?“ he teases.

Before you can retort, he’s bullying his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

The way you moan around him sends blood rushing straight to his cock. Fuck, he has to steel himself from cumming in his pants right then and there - that wouldn’t be very “sex icon” of him.

You have no idea what you do to him.

Not willing to wait any longer, he leisurely takes a seat on the spacious vanity sofa. You whine at the loss of contact before catching the predatory look in his eyes. Suguru was going to eat you alive.

“Come on, darling. Show me how badly you want me.” he grins, legs spreading and prominent bulge on display.

You take a second to admire the view. Tousled black hair falling enticingly along Suguru’s muscled shoulders, tattooed dragon peeking through where his shirt was messed up. His eyes lustful, and locked on you.

He was devastatingly handsome. Your mouth waters at the chance to get what so many people would kill for.

Suguru chuckles as you struggle to unbuckle his belt - did rock stars have to always wear such complicated trousers?

Finally, you pull them down along with his boxers to expose his creamy thighs. Suguru’s throbbing erection lays on his abs, flushed a delicate pale pink.

Your pussy quivers with excitement as you press wet kisses to Suguru’s leaking head, precum dripping down his length to where you’d gently grasped him. A strangled hiss leaves his mouth as you swirl your tongue around the slit. You find yourself lost in his heady taste - he tastes so good.

“Having fun, darling? C’mon now, use me the way you want.” he murmurs, need laced into his voice.

You’ve never gotten used to how big Suguru is. Soft groans leave his mouth as you flatten your tongue and take him in inch by inch, eyes locked with his blown-out ones.

Suguru’s back arches as the heat of your mouth envelops him, hands bunching your hair into a messy ponytail. His pornographic groans echo across the dressing room as you suck on his cock, tongue swirling in just the way you knew he liked.

He can’t even catch his breath with the way you bob your head so heavenly, sucking the soul out of him. It drives him wild to think about how he’s got his lead guitarist on her knees, choking on his cock as your fans wait outside.

Suguru’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you pop off his cock to take his heavy balls into your mouth, moaning around them as you suck on both erotically.

Shit, he was really feeling it today.

Through the bangs now sticking to his forehead, he makes out the way your thighs grind against each other for relief.

You were, too.

If this keeps up he really will lose his sanity.

“As much as I’d love to paint your pretty face with my cum, I think we both prefer it inside, no?” he grits out, cock twitching at the strings of spit and precum connecting you to him as he pulls you off.

“Need you inside me so badly.” you nod, brain foggy and filled with only Suguru.

He’s quick to lift you into his lap, resting your ass against his pulsing cock, sly grin spreading at the way you’re already so fucked out.

Suguru feels like he could cum just from the sensation of your juices smearing all over his length, pussy dripping and aching for his throbbing cock.

“Oh yeah? How bad?” he purrs, eyes half-lidded and already knowing the answer.

“Please. I want you to fuck me so badly, Suguru.”

“Badly enough that you’d fuck me out there - where everyone is? Show ‘em who I belong to?”

“Yes.”

At your whimper, Suguru thrusts fully inside you, a moan of relief leaving you both as you finally get what you’ve been craving for.

“Shit, so tight. Always so good for me, darling.”

Once you start, it’s hard to stop, Suguru finds.

It happened when he first fucked you in high school - in his car after your first show, running on adrenaline and teenage hormones. And, years later, it’s happening now as he sheathes himself in your wet cunt.

He just can’t get enough.

He fucks you animalistically, cock ramming in and out of your hole in a way that makes it feel like you’re missing something without him. Nothing in the world other than your two connected bodies. He feels you clamping down on him deliciously, ego growing at you struggling to accommodate his size.

“F-fuck, darling. Hah- It’s s’tight. Take it like my good girl.”

“Hngh- Suguru, faster!” you groan, fingers delicately playing with the nipple piercings peeking out of his barely-buttoned shirt, euphoric at his drawn-out moans.

Unlike Satoru - who takes off his shirt every chance he gets onstage - Suguru was one to shy away from showing skin, slutty piercings and tattoos hidden to the world. It just makes it all the more satisfying as you lick a long stripe along the dragon on his shoulder.

Feels like your little secret. You wanted to be the only one to see this ethereal sight.

“Ah- So good, darling.” Suguru leans back, allowing you more room to play with him as you please. Cock twitching - so close - as you bore into his eyes, sucking his flashy piercings.

He ramps up his pace, bouncing you on his cock in a way that was carnal. It was so feral, the way his balls sting as they smack your ass, a ring of spit and precum forming around his base.

His cock aches for release, but he wants to see you cum first. His pretty girl, cumming all over his throbbing cock.

You pull yourself off his swollen nipples and attach your mouth with his, tongues swirling sensually as he kisses you like he needed you to breathe.

He’s almost as unforgiving with his mouth as he is with his cock. Almost.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“YOOO I don’t know if ‘pre-concert rituals’ was a code-word for something else but we’re on in twenty minutes.” the unmistakable voice of Suguru’s best friend - and occasional bane-of-his-existence - made you two jump apart.

“The ultimate cockblock.” Suguru sighs out - his pace, however, does not slow down. Each harsh thrust makes it difficult to muffle your yelps of pleasure from Satoru, who was still calling for you two from outside.

Noticing your predicament, Suguru grins dangerously. “Oh? My poor girl finds it hard to stop her moans? Aww, better try harder unless you want dear Satoru finding out.” he mocks in your ear.

Both humiliated and turned on by his words, your dripping pussy clenches around his cock. He lets out a choked-up groan, biting hard into the crook of your neck to stop it.

A satisfied smile spreads across your face, “Who should try harder now, Suguru?”

Ah, perfect. You were perfect, perfect for him.

As Satoru’s yells about “cutting a chunk out of Suguru’s pay” disappear across the hallway, both of you let out exhales of relief.

“Dangerous game you played there, mister.” you raise a brow, teasingly.

He chuckles out, before pulling you to him closer by the waist. Lips ghosting over your own, he whispers “Only with you, my darling.”

Slightly more clear-headed but still dripping with lust, you meet the bounce of Suguru’s hips with your own. Eyes still locked with yours, he stuffs you with every inch - tip kissing your cervix so painfully good.

The steady slapping of skin and synchronized moans fill the room, blocking out the cheering of the audience awaiting your band.

Yet, the air crackled with something different this time. For the first time, it didn’t just feel like just mindless fucking.

Bite mark on your neck stinging, you could feel Sugurus heartbeat thundering under your touch - synchronized with your own.

In this moment it felt like just you two in this world.

You wanted to be the only one in his world. Not his fangirls, not some manager, not anyone else.

Maybe that was the reason for your courage, feeling like everything has finally come to a boiling point.

“S-Suguru.” you breathe out as you feel yourself getting closer.

“Mhm?” brows furrowed, he looks up at you with a tenderness in his eyes that does not translate to the merciless cadence of his hips.

“Be mine.”

And that’s all Suguru ever wanted.

With a final hard thrust of his cock, he pulls you into a searing kiss that sends you both over the edge. He cums in hot spurts, thick ropes of seed filling your quivering cunt. It was feral - and it made you feel like his.

Suguru’s seed drips down the side of his length, forming a white ring at his base as he fucks it deeper into you, letting you ride out your highs together.

As your climaxes bate, he buries his face in your neck, kissing softly over the mark from before. “To be yours is everything I could ever want, darling.” he breathes out, hugging you closer as if to hide this vulnerable moment. But you feel the heat of his cheeks on your skin.

Embracing him, you gather his beautiful black locks in your hand, fingers deftly taking the hair tie around your wrist to tie his long hair into a messy ponytail.

Pulling back, you admire Suguru’s angelic features. Face flushed, lips swollen, and dark eyes half-lidded as he stares up at you in surprise.

“Wanted to see your pretty face.” you huff out a low laugh.

The expression on Suguru’s face is indescribable, such pure adoration in his eyes.

Voice low, he murmurs words meant only for you, “I…I’m in lov-”

“HEYYY I’m serious, stop doing the devil’s tango and GET THE FUCK OUT.” Satoru’s voice bellows once again through the door, shattering the little bubble you and Suguru had found refuge in.

“Ah- um-”

“You-”

Both of you stammer out at once, chuckling at how shy you were acting with one another even after all that had transpired in this room.

“We should probably go, before Satoru and Shoko pop a blood vessel.” Suguru jokes. You laugh out in agreement as he carries you tenderly to the washroom, his interrupted words weighing heavily on both your minds. It’s okay, you have time.

Rapidly cleaned up and dressed, Suguru stops, a hand on the dressing room doorknob. “”Hey..” he starts almost-hesitantly, “After the concert, would you maybe want to-”

“Yes.” you interrupt, excitement lacing your voice.

Chuckling in pure euphoria as you both exit, your smiles turn more sheepish as you’re faced with a bored-looking Shoko and an impatient Satoru tapping his foot. “You horny lil’ fuckers almost missed the show, think of my poor fans~” he exclaims, though the glee in his eyes at your intertwined hands was very evident.

“Hope the sex was good at least.” Shoko drones out, eyes flitting over your guilty flushed faces.

‘Oh yeah, and Suguru - next time you dump your fangirls on me, I chop your balls off.“ she chirps out, pointing her drumsticks threateningly at his neck as you all head back.

Blinding lights.

Deafening screams.

Hair pulled into a messy ponytail, he was fatally beautiful onstage.

Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades.

But he only wanted to fuck you.

A/N. MMMMM long-haired men.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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luv4kozume · 3 months

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🧁 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 — MATT STURNIOLO

Matt x Baker!Fem!Reader

Contains: No plot just smut, swearing, praise, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess), teasing, begging, dry humping if you squint, doggy, gentle sex, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship. Not proof read!

Synopsis: A story in which Matt has a sweet tooth for you instead of your baked goods after seeing you in the kitchen with nothing on but an apron and a pair of panties.

Word Count: 1,600

a/n: For the sweet little anon that asked about Boyfriend!Matt from my last poll! Dealer!Chris and Fav Girl is next. 💗

fun fact: I wrote a rough draft of this during class 😝

*:･ﾟ✧ 💌 *:･ﾟ✧

Matt had you pressed against the chilling kitchen counter. The subtle scent of his cologne mixed in with the sweet aroma of the cookies that slowly baked in the oven.

You wanted to surprise your boyfriend by baking his favorite dessert, but once he saw you prancing around the kitchen in nothing but your pink apron and a pair of white, lace panties it was a done deal for him.

His hands hugged around your waist, holding you close to him. You cupped your hands around his cheeks, drawing him deeper into the kiss. You let out a broken sigh, feeling the warmth of his member pressing up against you.

Matt took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. Butterflies swarmed all throughout your stomach as he swirled his tongue around, exploring every inch if your mouth— fuck, he loved your lips so much, he could do this for hours if you let him.

“Always so sweet for me.” Matt mumbled between kisses, with a slight slur in his speech.

You couldn’t help but whine into the kiss as Matt continued feeding you with sweet nothings and praises. His hands roamed all over your body— groping down to your ass, fondling your plump breasts through the thin fabric, only to be glued right back down to your seductive waist.

He was gentle with you as always, treating you with the most delicate care as if you were made of glass.

Matt knew your body all too well— inside and out. He knew exactly what to do and say to get you all hot and bothered. He throughly enjoyed watching you whine and squirm until you finally put your pride to the side and beg for more.

His name feel from your lips as he pulled away from the kiss, your brows knitted together in confusion as you look up at him through your lashes.

His hand came up to your chin, propping it up a bit higher, deepening the eye contact even more. He ran his thumb across your glossy bottom lip that poked out just a bit.

“No need to pout, baby.” He cooed. “You know I’ma take care of you.”

Your heart felt as if it were going to burst out of your chest as his suggestive words rattled throughout your head.

“Turn around for me, sweetheart.” He spoke in a soft yet demanding tone. The raspiness of his voice sent tingles all through your body, you were sure your legs were going to give out at what was about to come next.

You happily complied to your boyfriend’s wishes, giving an amused hum as you slowly spun around. You leaned further into the counter, your breasts pressed against the cool surface as you poked your ass out for better access.

“Damn, baby.” Matt nearly moaned out just at the sight of you, his hands following the curves of your sweet body. “So fucking sexy.”

A very pleased grin grew on your face with each praise that rolled off his tongue. It felt as if you were melting as he continue to run his loving hands all over your body.

But both you and Matt knew that you craved so much more than that.

He let out a strangled grunt when you suddenly pushed your bottom half against him. You immediately began rocking your hips, placing him in the middle of your ass.

The warmth of your core wrapped around his clothed dick. You let out a devious giggle feeling his member press against his sweatpants— eager to get to your sweet pussy.

He hands dropped down to your waist, squeezing around you tightly to bring your movements to a halt.

He leaned down, hovering just above your shoulder to align his lips to your ear.

“So needy, huh?” Matt grunted, slowly grinding his dick against your clothed pussy.

Your fingers clenched around the kitchen counter as you began to push yourself further onto his cock— that ached with each movement you made.

“Please Matt, I need you so bad.” You pleaded, reaching down past your stomach to pull your panties to the side.

You heard Matt curse under his breath just before he began to gently circle your swollen clit. The sound of your sweet arousal squelched with each motion.

“How bad do you need it?” Matt cooed, nibbling at your neck.

Your mouth fell open, broken moans spewing from you. The grip you had on the counter only continued to grow tighter as you trembled underneath his touch.

Matt continued to tease your clit with slow, sensual movements as he peppered gentle kisses along your neck.

“Tell me, baby.” He mumbled through kisses.

“Need you… inside me.” You managed to choke out.

“Want me to fill your pussy up?” Matt replied, pressing his lips against your cheek.

You turned to face him, looking up at him— your eyes overcome with a mix of lust and love.

“Yes.” You whined, pushing your core further into his fingers, your ass brushing up against his groin once again.

He pressed his lips against yours, giving you a quick before fully pulling away.

You watched just over your shoulder as Matt quickly began to untie the knot on his black sweats. He dropped them down to the middle of his thighs, along with his boxers.

Your pussy fluttered as you saw his hard dick pressing up against his stomach. The tip was slightly flushed just as his cheeks, just a bit of precum glistened in the dim lighting.

One of his hands met your ass, traveling down back to your pussy to readjust your panties to the side. The other wrapped around the base of his cock, running his tip along your slick folds.

The two of you sighed as he continued teasing you.

It wasn’t long before he finally pressing his dick inside you, sliding into your tight entrance.

You tucked your bottom lip behind you teeth as he continued to sink his member into you, taking him slowly inch by inch.

His lips hovered just over your ear once more, filling your head up with even more praises.

“My sweet girl.” He coaxed at your broken whines and gasps. “Taking me in so well.”

His hands traveled up to your breasts, fondling them gently as he began to press kisses into the soft skin of your neck.

“Matt—“ You whimpered.

Your velvety walls hugged around his member in all the right places as he continued pumping himself into you at a gentle pace.

Your sweet voice was music to his ears as needy moans and cries escaped past your lips. Slowly become more of a whiny mess by a matter of seconds.

He was enjoying every moment of it, ecstatic to be the source of your pleasure.

“You feel so good. I love the way you squeeze around me, baby.” Matt groaned, picking up the pace with his thrusts.

Your ass bounced as he slammed his pelvis into you. You gasped feeling his hands travel down your body. One hand resting at your belly, feeling the imprint of his dick poking ever so slightly. His other hand met your core, bringing his fingers back down to your needy clit.

He pressed down firmly at the lower bit of your stomach, causing everything to feel even more intense— his thrusts, his fingering, the randomly distributed kisses along your skin. It was all so much to take in.

“Matt!” You cried out, dropping your head into the counter to hide your flustered expression. Your legs shuddered, slowly caving in as they started to give out.

Matt noticed this and wrapped one of his hands around your thigh, bringing it up to rest up on the counter.

His lips curled up into a smug grin, enjoying the new angle of your cunt all spread out for him.

“Fuck—“ You sighed, feeling him meet your hips with harder thrusts than before. Your pussy squelched with each movement he made.

His fingers still glued to your clit, keeping the same circular rhythm as before. The tip of his dick kissed that sweet, spongey spot inside you with each thrust.

You quickly peered over your shoulder, your heart fluttered as you watch him ram his cock inside you. The hem of his shirt held up by his teeth exposing his happy trail, his hair sticking to his damp forehead, the focus in his eyes. It was all too much.

“Matt, gonna cum.” Is all you could manage to get out.

“Me too.” Matt huffed out. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside.” You whined. “I want all of it inside me.”

You whimpered feeling Matt press his lips against your bare back. His dick throbbed inside you and his thrusts grew sloppier by the second.

“Gonna fill you up with all my cum, princess.” He whispered between kisses, his shirt falling just over his stomach.

Your voice got higher as you as he continued slamming into you, fucking you through your orgasm. It wasn’t long before he finally pushed his cock as deep inside you as he possibly could before finally release his thick, hot load inside you.

His fingers dug into your hips as he slowly dragged himself out of you, releasing with a satisfying pop.

That same grin snuck back onto his face as he watched in amusement as his cum dripped from your pussy.

He pulled you into a kiss before helping you get cleaned up and find some comfortable clothes.

Luckily, you caught the cookies just in time before they were burnt and enjoyed them together on the couch.

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hazza-bear-care · 6 months

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Be Quiet

Daryl, Rick, and Y/N are going on a run for supplies after a visit from Negan, but Y/N can't seem to be quiet. Rick and Daryl come up with a solution.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader x Rick Grimes

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Threesome (mmf), double penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spit as lube, fingering, spanking, choking, swearing, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral (m and f receiving), pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess)

~~~~~~~~~ "Why are you walking so fucking loud?" Daryl hissed as Y/N followed him and Rick through the woods, the trio on their way to replenish what Negan had taken the last time he visited Alexandria.

"I only know how to walk one way, Daryl. I make noise, deal with it." Y/N called, jogging to catch up to the men in front of her as they trekked deeper into the woods.

"Yeah, well every step you take is telling every walker in these woods that we're here and low on ammo. Do you feel like dealing with a swarm of face-eaters?" Daryl shot back, spinning on his heels and facing Y/N.

"Not today, no. But you try being quiet when there are leaves and sticks and rocks on the ground, Dixon." Daryl's eyebrows raised at the challenge as he turned to see where Rick had ended up. He was about four feet away, so Daryl turned back to Y/N and walked backwards towards Rick, his footsteps silent.

"Whatever, show-off. You grew up in the woods, I didn't."

"Knock it off, you two, we have food to find." Rick said, smirking before trekking further into the woods. Daryl caught up quickly, but Y/N lagged behind as she began watching where she stepped, cautious about making any noise. Once she was confident that she had figured out the right way to walk quietly, she began to pick up her pace in an effort to catch up with the men she was teamed up with. She'd give anything to be out with Michonne or Rosita instead, given the fact that they didn't seem to have a problem with her sunny disposition or how loud she walked. Distracted by her thoughts, Y/N didn't notice the twisted root that popped up out of nowhere. The tip of her boot caught the edge of the gnarled root, causing Y/N to trip, a loud thud making the birds in the trees around her to fly away. She groaned as she picked herself up and dusted off her pants, ignoring the throb in her knee and the warmth spreading across her face as embarrassment sunk deep in her bones.

"Ow, fuck." Y/N hissed as she took a step towards Rick and Daryl, the pain in her knee radiating through her entire left leg.

"Come on, slowpoke!" Rick called over his shoulder, missing how Y/N winced picked up her pace, limping through the dead leaves scattered across the forest floor in order to catch up to the men at least twenty feet away from her.

"Jesus Christ, can't you be quiet?!" Daryl yelled, wrenching Y/N's arm in his grasp and dragging her up to Rick.

"Oh sure, Daryl. Let me just ignore the fact that I'm in pain, so you can focus on keeping everyone back home alive!"

"Enough! Y/N, you're bleeding." Rick said, looking at the river of blood that had managed to soak through Y/N's jeans. She rubbed her hands over her face, angry at herself for getting hurt and Daryl for bitching at her for how loud she was being.

"I tripped. It was an accident, Rick." Y/N said softly, looking down at her feet in shame.

"Come on, we're only a few miles away from the next store. We can get you cleaned up there, okay? Can you walk?" Rick asked. Y/N nodded, pushing herself away from Daryl and taking a step towards Rick, wincing as another round of pain shot through Y/N's leg. Her knee buckled and she fell forward again, Rick catching her before she could hurt herself again. Wordlessly, Rick and Daryl wrapped their arms around Y/N and helped her walk, the noise she was making ignored by the two burly men holding her up. Once they reached the store, Daryl left Y/N with Rick while he surveyed the area, clearing any walkers that had managed to find the store before them, gesturing once it was safe for Rick and Y/N to enter.

Once inside the store, Rick helped Y/N up onto the checkout counter and throwing his backpack beside her, digging through it to find something to bandage her up. Daryl had managed to find some anti-bacterial cream and joined Y/N and Rick at the checkout counter, dropping to his knees and removing Y/N's chunky boots, placing them beside him with a loud thud.

"Today, of all days, you decided to get hurt while wearing skinny jeans?" Daryl asked Y/N.

"What's the big deal about what she's wearing, Daryl?" Rick questioned, a roll of bandages and a stack of gauze in his hands.

"We can't roll up her jeans. We either have to cut them, or she has to take them off." Realization dawned on Y/N, her cheeks warming at the fact that she'd have to strip down to her underwear in front of Rick and Daryl, her allies and the hottest men she'd ever seen.

"Y/N?" Rick asked, eyes, glancing down to her jeans.

"They're my only pair..." Y/N mumbled.

"Alright then. Daryl, help her up so we can take off her pants." Rick said. Daryl helped Y/N off of the counter, holding her steady while Rick made quick work of her pants. Rick's warm hands trailed down her legs as her jeans pooled around her ankles, one hand cupping each foot as he removed her pants entirely before folding them and putting them on the counter beside them. Daryl's callused fingers wrapped around Y/N's waist as he picked her up and put her back on the counter with her jeans, wrapping his hand around her ankle and pulling her leg out to survey the damage she'd done to her knee. Rick had soaked a spare handkerchief in water, cleaning her wound with care as she hissed in pain at his movements. After the blood was cleaned, a decent gash was left across the top of her kneecap.

"Damn, Y/N. You sure know how to turn a molehill into a mountain. All that limping for a tiny cut? God, how did you ever manage to survive this long?" Daryl scoffed, moving out of the way so Rick could get a better look at Y/N's injury.

"Daryl, make yourself useful and gather some supplies, maybe find Y/N another pair of pants. I'll take it from here, okay?" Daryl threw his hands up over his head, snatching Y/N's jeans as he walked away so he could find something that would fit her. Rick turned his attention back to Y/N's knee, surveying just how bad the cut was.

"How does it look?" Y/N whispered, gnawing on her bottom lip anxiously.

"You don't need stitches, but it's definitely bad. Let me see what I can do. Put this on your cut, it'll help stem the bleeding." Y/N pressed the damp handkerchief to her cut as Rick continued to dig in his backpack, the gauze and rolled bandages not good enough for her injury.

"I'm sorry." Y/N whispered, tears welling up in her eyes as she tilted her head back, willing herself not to cry in front of Rick. Her head was swimming with embarrassment, heart heavy at the thought of having portrayed herself as weak and dramatic.

"Hey, look at me." Rick started, grabbing Y/N's chin and tilting her head down to face him. "Accidents happen, Y/N. You didn't trip on purpose, and you sure as hell didn't mean to get hurt. If this is about Daryl, ignore him. You know how he gets, right?"

"Yeah, I do. He's right though; how did I manage to survive this long? I'm weak, Rick. I can't even walk in a straight line without tripping over my own two feet or the root of a tree that came out of nowhere." The tears she had fought back began to fall in rivers, wet sniffles accompanying every tear that fell. Rick wiped her tears away, Y/N's injured knee long forgotten as he stared deep into her eyes in a serious manner.

"You are not weak. Clumsy? Yes. Loud? Unbelievably so. Weak? Not at all. You survived because you're strong. You've been through so much in your life, Y/N, and you've handled it all. You've made it this far, are you just going to give up because some grumpy hunter thinks you walk loud?" Rick's argument was solid, a chuckle escaping Y/N's lips at the description of Daryl. Rick wiped Y/N's face again before turning his attention back to her cut knee. With a tap to her hand, Y/N moved the rag away from her cut, the bleeding almost stopped completely. Rick shuffled Y/N closer to the edge of the counter so he could wrap her knee. He ripped open the gauze package, placing it on her cut and grabbing Y/N's hand, holding it over the gauze while he unrolled the bandage. Once again her hand moved as Rick began to wrap her knee, securing the gauze in its place to ensure no more blood would get on Y/N's clothing. While he wrapped her knee, Rick's eyes couldn't help but wander, tracing up her thigh until he was staring at her crotch, the sight of her pink cotton panties causing him to lick his lips hungrily.

"I found her some pants, but not in her size." Daryl had returned to Rick and Y/N, creasing his brows as Rick shook himself out of the trance he was in. Y/N turned towards Daryl, reaching for the oversized pair of sweatpants he had draped over his arm. Before she could put them on, Rick stopped her, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he looked back to Daryl.

"Two things need to happen before we continue looking for supplies. One: Daryl, apologize to Y/N for giving her shit about getting hurt." Rick ordered.

"That's not going to happen..." Daryl started, silencing himself once Rick's stony glare met his. "Y/N, I'm sorry. You said it was an accident, and I shouldn't have gotten upset with you." The apology was sincere enough for Y/N to accept.

"Two: Y/N, you do need to learn to be quiet. Daryl is right, you never know what will happen if you're too loud. Lucky for you, I have an idea on how Daryl and I can both teach you how to be quiet." Y/N swallowed hard as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Daryl's own expression mirroring hers. Before either of them could question what he was talking about, Rick smashed his mouth to Y/N's in a heated kiss. His fingers wrapped in her tangled hair as he pulled her closer, his tongue delving deep into her mouth and moaning at the feeling of her soft tongue dancing with his. He pulled away from Y/N with a nip to her bottom lip, smirking at the dazed look on her face. Rick looked back to Daryl, who's eyes had darkened while he watched his best friend make out with the young woman they had rescued only three months before.

"You want a taste?" Rick asked Daryl, who nodded almost immediately, quickly taking Rick's place between Y/N's legs to kiss her himself. While Y/N's mouth was occupied with Daryl's, Rick took the time to pepper kisses over the expanse of Y/N's neck, a moan rippling through her. Rick wrapped his fingers in Y/N's hair once again, ripping her away from Daryl, who tried to chase her lips with his until Rick stopped him.

"There's one rule, baby: Every time you make a noise, we stop. Do you understand me?" Rick commanded, causing Y/N to nod frantically and the arousal in her panties to pool. With a satisfied nod, Rick released Y/N and Daryl instantly reattached their lips while Rick continued his assault on Y/N's neck. Her head was spinning at the attention she was getting from the most attractive men she'd ever known, the urge to make some kind of noise strong. Daryl gripped her hands and put them in his hair, allowing her to tug lightly on his greasy curls, a low growl rumbling in his chest. While her hands were occupied, Daryl's had gingerly cupped her breasts through her shirt. He pulled away briefly, glancing at Y/N's blown pupils and plump lips.

"Can I touch you?" Daryl whispered, his thumbs tracing the underside of her bra.

"Answer him, Sweetheart." Rick ordered, his face still buried in Y/N's neck.

"Please." Y/N whispered, breathless from the barrage of kisses she had received from both Daryl and Rick in a short amount of time. Daryl nodded, pushing Rick away in order to rip Y/N's shirt from her body, her bra following shortly after. Once her breasts were free, Rick and Daryl each took a nipple in their mouths, their movements varying. Daryl was sucking and licking her right nipple leisurely, as if he'd never get the opportunity to do it again, while Rick was aggressively biting her left, tongue soothing the pain he had created after every nibble. She carded her fingers through each head of hair that was currently attached to her chest, head rolling back in ecstasy as she muffled the moan that was building in her chest. Rick released her nipple with a pop before kissing down her belly, kneeling between her legs and staring at the arousal that was spreading over her entrance.

"Fuck, baby, you like this, don't you? You're fucking soaked." Rick groaned as he pressed his face to her core, emitting a gasp in response. Simultaneously, Rick and Daryl pulled away, leaving Y/N a breathless mess under them.

"What did Rick say about noise, Princess? Be. Fucking. Quiet." Daryl hissed into her ear, his nose pressed to her temple as he wrapped a hand around her throat in warning. With wide eyes, Y/N nodded, gulping in anticipation as she stared at the men above her.

"Good girl." Rick praised, kneeling once again to be face to face with Y/N's covered pussy. He pressed a kiss to the wet patch that was still growing as Daryl sucked a hickey on Y/N's neck, quickly moving her panties to the side and licking a heavy stripe from her entrance to her clit. Y/N's hips bucked at the contact, pressing her lips together as she resisted the urge to whine. She was on cloud nine, relishing in the fact that her wildest dream was coming true right before her very eyes, which rolled in pleasure as Rick began to eat her out. Daryl excused himself from Rick and Y/N as she buried her hands in Rick's hair, pushing him closer to her sopping wet core. Daryl stared at the scene for a while before retreating further into the store and grabbing a blanket, returning to see Y/N writhing in Rick's grasp as he stared at her in anger.

"She make another noise?" Daryl asked, spreading the blanket on the floor before joining Rick, and glaring down at Y/N in disdain.

"Uh huh. I'm surprised you didn't hear it, she was so loud." Rick answered, still glowering at Y/N who had tears in her eyes again. She was so close, and it slipped out on accident, but they didn't seem to care. She had broken the only rule.

"On all fours, Princess. I think you deserve to be punished, don't you Rick?" Daryl's voice was thick with arousal as he caught Rick nodding out of the corner of his eye, ripping Y/N off of the checkout counter and onto the blanket, positioning her with her face down and ass up. She winced at the pressure that was on her knee in this position, and as if he read her mind, Rick had bunched up her new sweatpants, tapping her leg so he could slide them under her knee to help relieve some of her pain. Once she was settled against the blanket, Daryl took the initiative to rip Y/N's panties off, shoving them in her mouth as a makeshift gag to keep her quiet. Rick had spread her legs, a pornographic noise rumbling in his chest as her slick dripped onto the blanket below her.

"Daryl, you have to taste her." Rick's hoarse voice sliced through the silence around them as he and Daryl quickly switched places. Daryl wasted no time licking into Y/N, moaning at how she tasted on his tongue. Her sweet and salty arousal was exactly what he was expecting from the usually mouthy woman, and he was addicted to her as he buried his face deeper between her legs, his scruffy face scratching her thighs. As Daryl ate her out, Rick's hands trailed down her back before landing a harsh smack to her ass. Y/N jerked, arching her back at the contact as Rick spanked her again, her pussy quivering against Daryl's tongue.

"Mm, she likes that. Getting so wet for us, Rick." Daryl said, plunging two of his fingers into her tight heat, growling as her cunt clenched around his fingers. Rick spanked her twice more, her ass cheeks becoming red and inflamed due to the abuse. He then soothed the pain with kisses, spreading her ass to see her tight, puckered hole winking back at him. He spat on her asshole, a thick glob of saliva dropping from her hold to Daryl's fingers where it was then pressed into Y/N's weeping pussy. She drooled around the panties in her mouth, pressing her eyes shut as she willed herself to stay silent. Her body was working for her, allowing Rick and Daryl to know that what they were doing was turning her on without her verbalizing it. Rick spat on her again, using one of his fingers to spread his saliva over her entrance, guaranteeing it would stay where he wanted it. With another spank to her sensitive ass, Rick's finger pushed against her puckered hole, spanking her again when she clenched to keep him out.

"Come on, sweetheart. Don't you want to be good for me?" Rick asked, smirking when Y/N nodded rapidly in response to his question. "Relax for me, baby. I promise this will feel so good."

Sucking in a deep breath, Y/N focused on how Daryl was making her feel as his fingers tickled her g-spot with every thrust. His other hand had found her clit, rubbing furiously to help Y/N relax. Rick nodded, pressing a kiss between Y/N's shoulder blades as his middle finger slowly entered her, the sensation of both her holes being filled overwhelming her quickly. Her eyes rolled back into her head again as she pressed back into both their hands, electricity crackling around the trio as they continued their dirty actions. Y/N's pussy squelched around Daryl's fingers as another gush of arousal flooded her. Another wad of spit hit her asshole as Rick pushed in another finger, spreading her open and preparing her for what they all knew was coming next.

"Is she close?" Rick asked hoarsely, face still pressed between her shoulder blades. Y/N nodded at his question, but that earned her another stinging spank across her sore ass.

"Oh yeah she is. I can feel it." Daryl answered.

"Good. Pussy or mouth?" Rick offered, letting Daryl choose which hole he wanted to claim first.

"Pussy. I need to feel her cum on my cock." Daryl answered, standing to discard his boots and pants, his boxers thrown to the side as he positioned himself at her entrance. His fingers replaced Rick's as the former cop stood and copied Daryl, throwing his clothes to the side before kneeling in front of Y/N and removing her ruined panties from her mouth. He placed a rushed kiss to her mouth before tapping the head of his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth urgently, kitten licking at the angry red tip of Rick's dick. While his fingers were knuckle deep in her ass, Daryl's free hand counted from three to one as both of their cocks speared Y/N at the same time. A garbled noise erupted from Y/N causing both men to pull away instantly. Y/N dropped to the blanket, anger and the desperate need to cum flowing through her veins.

Daryl spanked her harder than Rick had, her ass rippling due to the force behind the strike. Y/N whined at the feeling, resulting in another strike to her sensitive skin that was harder than the first. She preened again, and yet another spank met her flushed ass. This time, Y/N was quiet as she accepted her punishment, tears flowing freely due to her overwhelming feelings of desperation. Rick cupped her face and wiped her tears once again, kissing her deeply.

"I know it's hard, baby, but you're doing so well for us. We're going to make you feel so fucking good, I promise. Are you ready to try again?" Rick's praise shook Y/N to her core as she nodded, trying to be quiet, while also not trusting her voice in the moment. With another searing kiss pressed to her mouth, Rick nodded to Daryl, who pushed himself inside Y/N without hesitation, Rick's mouth swallowing the quiet sob the rolled through her. "I'll let that one slide, sweetheart. Hush now."

With that, Rick shoved his dick down Y/N's throat, relishing at the feeling of her gag around him. Her tears were still flowing as Rick and Daryl found their rhythm, playing her body like an instrument. Daryl's hand snaked around her hips to rub her clit roughly, and her pent up orgasm shattered through her without warning.

"Oh my God, Rick she's squeezing me so hard." Daryl commented, fucking Y/N through the aftershocks of her orgasm as her toes curled due to her rising overstimulation. Her tongue flicked and swirled around Rick's cock as his hips faltered, his orgasm approaching as well. He pulled out of her mouth and lifted Y/N until she was straddling his waist, spinning her to face Daryl as he spat on his dick, using it as lubrication before sliding his wet fingers against her asshole again. Y/N reached for Daryl, who happily allowed her to swallow his dick the same way she did Rick's. Once Y/N set a decent pace, Rick thrust his sopping dick past her tight ring of muscle, and her moan rippled through her and around Daryl's cock. Rick shot him a look over Y/N's shoulder, but Daryl waved him off because her moaning around him felt too good for him to stop. Rick started thrusting at a brutal pace, her ass hugging his dick beautifully with every thrust. Y/N choked on Daryl's cock as he pushed her head further towards the base, more tears spilling over her cheeks, which Daryl wiped away with a rough thumb.

Behind her, Rick was groaning into her shoulder, fucking her ass becoming too much to handle. He ripped her away from Daryl, standing quickly with his back pressed against the wall, holding her legs open to entice Daryl towards them. Without hesitation, Daryl once again slid deep into Y/N's pussy, the head of his cock brushing her g-spot instantly. Y/N initiated the kiss she shared with Daryl to muffle the moan blooming in her chest.

"Fuck this. Come on, Princess, let us hear how good we're making you feel." Daryl ordered, allowing Y/N to throw her head back and scream, the feeling of both strong men fucking into her brutally becoming unbearable.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my God you feel so good!" Y/N wailed, laying her head on Daryl's shoulder, peppering kisses up his neck and over his face, showering him in love and adoration he rarely gets. Rick's arm came up from one of her legs and wrapped around her shoulder, pushing her further onto their cocks, all three of them moaning loudly at the sensation.

"Feel good, baby? Tell me." Rick growled from behind her, brushing her hair over one of her shoulders to kiss the back of her neck, admiring the goosebumps that were left behind in his wake.

"It f-feels amazing! Fuck, more, please!" Y/N cried. Daryl took one of her nipples into his mouth, nibbling lightly as his hands held her open and allowing Rick to rub her clit fast and hard. With a strangled cry, Y/N came hard around Daryl, the clenching of her pussy and ass causing him and Rick to moan in unison. Daryl came next, his cum buried deep inside Y/N as he pumped her full. Rick came last, his breath and hips stuttering as he gave Y/N everything he had. Y/N slumped forward into Daryl's arms, exhaustion burrowing deep inside her. With a kiss to her cheek, Daryl pulled Y/N off of Rick, his hands smacking her ass once more as she was gently laid onto the blanket.

Daryl left her once more as Rick came and cuddled beside Y/N, grabbing a water bottle from his backpack and letting her drain the whole thing. The hunter returned with yet another blanket, covering Y/N before setting her newfound sweats and a package of cotton panties beside her, taking the other water bottle Rick had offered and taking a few sips before returning it to Rick, who also only took a few sips. Their tryst had taken longer than expected, and the sun had set, covering the world in darkness that was unsafe for them to travel in.

"Do you think anyone will notice we're gone?" Y/N asked softly, her voice cracking after hours of unuse.

"No. They know how long this takes." Rick answered honestly.

"Good, because I definitely can't walk." Rick and Daryl chuckled at Y/N's genuine comment before they left the sanctuary of blankets, gathering their clothes before returning to help Y/N dress. Daryl held her in his arms, pressing kisses anywhere his lips could reach, while Rick slid a new pair of panties on her, the oversized sweats following shortly after. He pressed a kiss to her lips as they all huddled together, a lantern illuminating them as they ate some of the spoils they had worked hard to gather. A thump on the glass startled Y/N, a walker making its presence known and drawn to the living inside the store it was attempting to enter.

"It's just one, for now, but we can probably anticipate more tomorrow. There's a back way out of here right?" Rick asked Daryl, the latter nodding through the bite of food he had shoved in his mouth.

"Yeah. Boarded up. We're safe for the night." Daryl threw the empty can of beans over his shoulder before glancing at Y/N, who had been quiet since their tryst had ended. "You good?"

"Yeah, fine. Just practicing being quiet." Y/N smiled softly, as Rick and Daryl laughed again.

"I'd say you learned your lesson for tonight, sweetheart. Let's get some sleep?" Rick answered, allowing Y/N to make herself comfortable as he and Daryl prepared to keep watch. Y/N ended up laying her head in Rick's lap, and the two men each kissed her goodnight before turning off the lantern, the only light coming in from the pale moonlight streaming in behind the glass. Rick's fingers ran through Y/N's hair absentmindedly as he stared at the lone walker still banging on the glass door, his mind wandering.

"What are you thinking about?" Daryl asked, almost jealous of the fact that Y/N had seemed to choose Rick over him.

"Nothing in particular. Just how we could punish her the next time she gets too loud." Rick smirked in the dark, staring at his best friend across from him. "Get some sleep, Daryl. I'll take first watch."

Daryl nodded before laying beside Y/N, yanking her towards him and sighing in relief once she relaxed against him. Rick only chuckled, allowing his friend to be possessive over the young woman they just shared, watching as they continued to sleep. He'd have Y/N to himself in a few hours, but it seemed he and Daryl silently agreed that she wouldn't be waking up until tomorrow morning. As much as he enjoyed the challenge of keeping her quiet, Rick hoped he could hear her sweet noises again in the comfort of his bed, behind the safe walls of Alexandria, with no threats of walkers or Negan coming to take her away.

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hisfavegiri · 16 days

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My good little baby.

Pairing : Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary : Aegon loves to look at you when you can't do anything and is very ready for him

“Fuck, you’re hot. Can’t believe it’s all mine to look at.”

The dangerously low voice sends shivers down your exposed skin. Thankfully your back is currently facing him, so you is unable to see his predatory gaze and lust-filled orbs. Your hands are bound behind your back, limiting your movements and preventing you from doing anything other than straightening your figure with thumping expectation.

“Ass up, beautiful.”

The pet name enlivens the swarming butterflies in your stomach and you falls quickly to the sheets, making noises akin to whiny sounds before pushing your hips up to show off your luscious flesh. He hums appreciatively at the view, never gets tired of his lover’s bare frame. He approaches closer to slide his hands up your inner thighs to push them apart.

Upon feeling the soaking wetness under your panties, he lets out a guttural groan that’s undeniably carnal and pauses briefly in between his motion. “Such a sweet, filthy baby. Look at how you are turned on when you are all tied up and vulnerable like this.”

You allows yourself head to fall back with a shuddering gasp and says faintly, “All yours to use.”

At the utterance from your direction, his’ length twitches in his pants and something snaps inside him.

"What is it, kitten?" He asked, a teasing tone accompanying his question. You whimpered, your hand try to bring Aegon closer to your area but it’s all in vain because of the ties that he used. "I want more.." you rasped, voice soft but loud enough for Aegon to hear.

Aegon wasn't pleased though, he wanted to hear his slut beg for him. "What did you say? I couldn't hear you." you could hear him smirked.

You whined, bringing yourself closer to him "I want more..." you whimpered once again, "Want you deep in me, want you to ruin me and make me yours.." you said, while grinding on his cock. He groaned, his hands snaking their way to your hips.

"Beg for it." He teased. you threw your hips back, craving friction. "P-please fuck me! I want you to mark me all over, make me yours, I want you to do anything!"

"If that's what you want, I'll give it to you." He then plunging his length into your hole. You let out a high pitched moan, much to Aegon satisfaction. He started with slow-paced thrusts, which he knew you didn't like. You whined. "G-go faster, please.." she mumbled. Aegon then smirked, before going at his real pace, fast and hard.

Aegon’ attention drifts over your bare back, taking cognizance of your seductive curves and the way you clenching walls are tightening around his length. Aegon splays his palm on one of your lower cheeks and squeezes the flesh there, keenly studying as the skin turns pink.

The moans spilling out from your lips only serves as further stimulus for Aegon to pull back and slide his entire shaft inside you before pounding you in a fast rhythm. Aegon doesn’t hold back, his hand holds your ass with fingers digging in. Something hot and heavy settles on the pit of your guts then rises from every thrust of Aegon’ hips, a spark flowing down from the top of your head to toes. Back arches up when the head of his member prods against your sensitive spot.

“You take me so well, baby.” Comes a growl from the one behind you.

Your ass jiggles in response to the thrusts and you moans as your skin slaps against each other. If Aegon doesn’t grip your strands and tug them roughly, you is likely to collapse on the sheets from the overwhelming sensation.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growls. “With my cum until you’re leaking and breed you until I’m satisfied.”

“...P-please, please. Would love it.”

You tries to formulate a coherent response, but your hazy mind betrays you and whines come out in response. Sweat dripping down your back as your hips rock back and forth, frantically seeking your own pleasure.

Laughter stumbles past Aegon’ lips as he delivers a sharp slap on your supple flesh, stroking it afterwards. “That’s my good baby.”

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sonicasura · 1 year

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Feral Plagas!Leon but he acts more like an energetic cat that was just given catnip. The pills used to suppress the Plagas growth alongside the miniscule inactive viruses from his previous adventures just toasts the bug's original nature. It's relationship with Leon becomes akin to Venom with the mind of a stubborn toddler.

Don't give it sweets and the guy will be bouncing around like a lunatic until you catch him on a tree covered in fresh sap. Leon arches his back like the Halloween Black Cat with his tail plus spike spines flared up if spooked. Becomes a pure chittering mess if given anything that contains honey or maple syrup. Meat honey from vulture bees is Plagas!Leon's favorite so it's best to keep stock.

Complete and total hoarder. He loves to collect stuff in this feral state akin to a bower bird. If it gets Leon's attention, then it's added to his makeshift hive like nest. Man has a few scratching posts and something very durable to chew on. Got a tendency of stealing animals like rabbits or chickens for the purpose of being pets.

Any nest Plagas!Leon makes is a mix between old clothes, bedding materials, and a unique type of saliva he can produce. The slime is very adhesive that it'll put even the strongest glues to shame. Leon's saliva has minor healing properties.

It's usually made in a web form than liquid to heavily reduce the adhesiveness and make it easier to remove. He can also make a powerful acid with the purpose of making pathways. Leon has quite a number hidden in Spain with only one not made during a feral episode.

He is absolutely embarrassed once a feral episode comes to an end as he's fully conscious for every moment. Especially since tantrums are a given in this state and he'll wreck furniture out of spite. Saddler trying to control the parasite just pisses it off instead so Plagas!Leon is even more vicious when fighting the cult.

In fact, he will even EAT the other Plagas as rage lets loose cannibalistic tendencies from its altered nature. A good chunk of insects do feed on other members of their species so don't be surprised if its true here. Leon later admits that they taste like chicken much to Ashley's disgust and Luis' morbid fascination.

Zoomies happen a lot even more so during a feral episode. His body tends to produce too much energy and Leon has to expel it. A human sized hamster wheel or hamster ball is always brought up with Ashley even thinking of a design. Leon wasn't amused.

Completely territorial especially when a huge threat such as Krauser is nearby. Half the time Feral Plagas!Leon will cut down the threat or get his 'swarm' to safety. (Leads to a Luis lives situation) Ashley and Luis are HIS, same goes for anyone else that he can trust and likes.

Feral episodes has a 50/50 chance that he'll shift into 'bug mode'. His appearance heavily morphing to an insectoid yet oddly reptilian visage. It's completely random so what comes come. Plagas!Leon still acts the same although he might carry Ashley or Luis by the scruff of their shirt with his fangs.

His abilities are heavily amplified in bug mode than just size alone. Leon's acid can melt steel than just rock, his adhesive saliva now hardens into a cocoon like shell, and any webbing produced is able to treat more extensive injuries such as 2nd degree burns. You can say he's more of a tank or sentinel from roleplaying games in this state.

Overall, the man is just relieved that he isn't going to hurt anyone innocent thanks to his new infected status. Although Leon will never tell anyone about the time he almost ate a Karen's annoying corgi. Guy's Plagas was hangry that day.

Plagas!Leon: War Mode

#sonicasura #resident evil series #resident evil #re series #biohazard #biohazard resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon s. kennedy #leon scott kennedy #plagas!leon #plagas leon #feral plagas leon #resident evil leon #feral plagas!leon #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #leon kennedy #infected!leon #infected leon

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castawaycat · 10 months

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The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 17- A Whole New World

Summary: Y/n finds herself in the arms of a new mama.

In an instant the portal had closed and taken you with it. Wanda and Nat lost their minds as they screamed and cried for you. Helen and Bruce ran in disheveled form from what they had just witnessed.

“Where the hell is she? Where is Y/n?! Oh god, where the fuck is our baby!” Wanda screamed as she felt like she was reliving losing the twins all over again.

Natasha was losing her shit as she cursed in Russian and demanded answers. The only problem was that no one had any answers to give. Angry and terrified tears fell down her cheeks as she reached down and picked up Tigey who had fallen on the floor. “My baby. My sweet girl, where are you?” She asked into Tigey’s fur as she brought him up to her face taking in your scent.

The room was swarmed with Avengers and Nick Fury who were doing their best to get more information about what had happened. Yelena did her best to comfort her sister who had gone from screaming to rocking back and forth in the corner of the room clutching your tiger to her chest.

Wanda looked to be doing the same as Natasha; but she was actually doing her best to not turn to the tome for answers. She could feel her dark chaotic magic sizzling at her fingertips. All she could think of was looking for you the same way she found the twins.

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You cried as blue magic spiraled around you along with particles of the hospital room that you were just in. You felt dizzy and lost and you just wanted your mama’s. You squinted as you saw a portal in the shape of a star open up within your own portal.

A girl with short brown hair screamed and cried as she blasted into your portal. You were both crying for your moms. The girl looked terrified but seemed to calm down when she locked eyes with you.

The girl had brown eyes but along the iris of her eyes were blue stars that were electrifying to look at. She reached out her hand to you and gave a weak smile when you grasped her hand tightly.

You didn’t know how long you were spinning around in your portal, but it felt like eternity and you were starting to feel nauseous. The girl pulled you into her arms and you felt better knowing that you weren’t alone.

Your eyes drooped shut as you leaned your head on the girl's shoulder and thought about the warmth of being in your mama Wanda’s and mama Nat’s arms.

The portal came to a standstill before teleporting the both of you to an unknown dimension.

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Tommy and Billy ran around in their backyard playing with their dog Sparky. Sparky yipped and barked as he could sense something otherworldly about to happen.

“What’s wrong, boy?” Tommy asked as he bent down to pet his dog and reassure him. Sparky only ever barked when he and his brother played too rough.

Billy’s eyes grew big as a bright blue portal opened up in their backyard and dropped a girl holding a baby onto their lawn. “Tommy, go get mom!” He said with fear laced in his voice.

The portal closed and the girl held you close to her chest as she backed away from the two boys who were watching her closely. She had only met you, but she was protective of you. “Stay away.” Her voice quivered as she backed herself up against the white picket fence.

“Boys!” Wanda yelled as she came outside to see what all the yelling was. Vision followed behind her. Their eyes grew big at seeing you crying in the girls arms.

Vision walked over to his boys, “let’s go inside, boys. Mom will get everything sorted. Come on Sparky.”

Wanda took a deep breath to calm down as she kneeled down in front of the girl with starlight eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe. My name is Wanda. What’s yours?”

Before the girl could answer you made grabby hands towards the woman in front of you and babbled, “mama!” You didn’t understand that the Wanda in front of you wasn’t your mama.

Wanda was taken aback as she looked at you confused. When she stretched her arms towards you, the girl pulled you closer to her chest. She frowned a bit by the girl's hesitancy to trust, but could sympathize with how scared the girl must be.

It took some time for the girl to relax enough to walk inside Wanda’s house. She couldn’t figure out why you kept reaching for the woman with red hair. In a scared fragile voice the girl spoke, “I don’t know where she came from. All I know is that… my magic opened a portal and when I opened my eyes there was a baby in front of me. I just want my moms and I think she does too.”

Wanda sat in front of the girl and gave her full attention. “Thank you for telling me what happened. I know all of this must be very scary. You can stay here with us until we figure out how to get you both back home.” She could tell that the girl was still holding back a lot of information, but for now she would have to earn her trust.

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Vision ran to the store to grab baby products as it had been a while since the boys were that young. He got a lot of weird looks from the people in town, but paid them no mind.

The girl had finally handed you over to Wanda and had inched closer to Sparky who was curious to make a new friend.

Billy kneeled down in front of the girl and petted Sparky, “it’s okay. He doesn’t bite.”

Tommy chuckled, “unless you’re the mailman.”

The girl smiled as she reached out and pet Sparky. Her shoulders relaxed as the two boys talked to her and showed her all of their toys.

Wanda held you in her arms and inspected you. She noticed that you were dressed in a hospital gown with little tigers on it. She also noted that you felt warm to the touch. “Who are you little one?”

You became fussy as you quickly realized that the woman holding you looked like your mama, but she was not. “Mama! Mama!” Big tears fell down your face as you rubbed your tired eyes.

Wanda went into mommy mode and rocked you in her arms. She didn’t know who you belonged to, but for now she would care for you as if you were her own. “It’s okay. We’re going to find your mama. She felt relieved when her husband walked through the door carrying bags of groceries.

Billy and Tommy helped Vision set up one of their old cribs and high chairs, “Dad, are you and mom gonna adopt them? Are we going to have sisters?” Billy asked in a hushed voice.

Vision thought about his son’s questions and answered carefully, “Mom and I are going to work real hard to find their parents; but for now they are going to stay with us. I need both of you to treat them real nice, because right now they are both feeling scared. Can you do that for your mom and me?”

Both boys nodded their heads as they hugged their dad after setting everything up.

Everyone sat at the table eating dinner. You had mashed potatoes all over your face as you ate happily. You were still confused as to where your mama’s were, but you were safe.

Quietly the girl spoke up as the room quieted down, “my name is America Chavez.”

#wandanat x little reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #wandanat imagine #little reader #natasha imagine #marvel imagine #america chavez #wanda x vision

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lady-morrigen · 1 year

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As Natural as Breathing

PAIRING: Peter Parker x fem!Reader

RATING: E

WORDS: 2600

WARNINGS: unprotected p in v, fingering, minimal plot, one bed trope

A/N: how delighted was I to get to write for @mortwig for the Flowers for Peter server fic exchange?! every bit of your favs list spoke to me in a very real way and I'm so excited to share this gift! HAPPY DICKED DOWN DECEMBER, Y'ALL!

(thanks to @acrossthesestars for her beta skills, as always!)

The door to the motel room swung open, banging against a small set of drawers in the corner. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, your heart leapt into your throat. The duffel bag you carried on your shoulder fell to the floor with a dull thud.

“Umm…” You turned to face Peter, who was rubbing a hand along the back of his neck in a sheepish gesture, pink tinting his cheeks.

“I think the clerk must have misheard me,” he grimaced, picking up your bag and heading toward the door. “I’ll go get it straightened out.”

You swallowed, steadying your breathing before you spoke. You had to admit the idea of sharing a bed with Peter was enticing.

“Peter, wait.” You turned to him. “Didn’t you hear him? He said this was the last room available tonight.”

He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “And I’m pretty sure there was a sign on the counter that specifically stated ‘No Refunds.’”

“Right.” You grabbed your bag from him, tossing it on the bed, the single bed, in the center of the room. “And besides, it’s not like we’ve never shared a bed before.”

“We haven’t had a sleepover since we were like twelve.” His voice pitched up an octave as he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.

“Okay, but I’m just saying.” You crossed your arms over your chest, avoiding eye contact. “It’s not like we have any other choice anyway. This is the only room available and we’ve been driving for hours. We need to rest.”

Peter looked at you for a moment and you could almost see the wheels spinning behind his eyes as he processed the thoughts swimming in his head. “Yeah… yeah okay. You’re right.”

Peter had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. He had come to live with his aunt and uncle the year you turned six, his bedroom, a mirror image of yours, directly across the street. You had marched right over, pet rock in hand, and introduced yourself. The following day, he sat next to you on the bus to school and you had been inseparable ever since.

Through vacations, rooftop sleepovers, and late night creature-features, you couldn’t count how many times you’d fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder. Being his best friend was easy, as natural as breathing. Falling in love with him had been inevitable.

So much so that you hadn’t even realized when it happened. One day he’d been Peter Parker, the lanky neighbor boy with bony knees and elbows, the boy you cried to when Tony Piazza had broken your heart, and the next he was Peter, the boy you didn’t dare look in the eyes for too long lest a swarm of butterflies erupt in your gut.

Suddenly, you were keenly aware of the way his scent lingered in your car when you’d give him a ride to campus, the way he ran a nervous hand through his hair when he’d catch you staring, and how something ugly twisted in your gut when he’d waved a friendly hello to his pretty chem lab partner. Mostly, you were shocked to discover how meeting Peter in your designated spot at the end of every day felt a little too much like coming home.

Somewhere outside of Oklahoma City, you still had another eight hours before you made it to your next stop in Albuquerque, and another twelve after that before you reached Oceanside, your final destination. You weren’t sure what had prompted you to agree to a cross-country road trip to celebrate Peter’s graduation, but you couldn’t say no to a whole week relaxing on the coast with your best friend.

He had let you shower first, giving you a phony excuse about not having to wait for the water to heat up, but you knew he was just being polite. Washing the sweat and grime from your body felt like heaven, the warm water relaxing your muscles, weary from the drive. You begrudgingly stepped out, deciding to pay Peter back in kind by not taking too long and saving some hot water for him.

The room was small, leaving you to maneuver carefully around the bed where Peter lounged, his eyes sealed shut at your request as you held tight to your towel to keep it from falling loose. You were kicking yourself for not remembering to bring your clean clothes into the bathroom with you as you struggled to dig one-handed through your bag to grab a clean pair of socks. You threw a glance over your shoulder, smiling fondly at the sight of Peter with a hand covering his eyes and a dopey grin on his face.

Pulling on the socks, underwear, and tee shirt you grabbed from your bag, you realized you had worn your last pair of clean sweatpants on the drive from Indianapolis and didn’t have anything else to sleep in. You rummaged for a moment more before letting out a huff and turning to face Peter.

“You can open your eyes now, Pete,” you said. “I’m mostly covered.”

He sat up, eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the light and he took you in. As his gaze landed on the hem of your oversized shirt, just covering the tops of your bare legs, he gulped hard. When you crossed your arms over your chest instinctively, he looked away quickly.

“Did you happen to pack another pair of sweatpants? I wore my last pair today and they’re all grimy.”

Peter got up to rummage through his bag, pulling out a gray pair and holding them in your direction.

“This is my last pair, I think. I can re-wear the pair from yesterday tomorrow,” he said. You felt bad leaving him with nothing to wear, and you weren’t about to give up an opportunity to see him parade around in a pair of gray sweats, so you declined.

“Oh no, I couldn’t let you do that! Besides, those are so grimy that they could practically walk by themselves. You should wear the clean ones.” You wrinkled up your nose, hoping it would be enough to convince him not to push it further. “I have one last pair of biker shorts to last us until we reach a laundromat, but I’d rather not sleep in something that tight. I don’t mind sleeping in just a tee shirt if it doesn’t bother you.”

“I will be the perfect gentleman, I swear,” he said, grinning and holding up three fingers in an honor salute.

“Go take a shower, nerd,” you said, rolling your eyes and pushing him toward the bathroom.

As the tap turned on, you wiggled under the stiff sheets, reveling in the stretch of your muscles. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, though you weren’t sure if it was only in contrast to the hard foam of the car seat. As you burrowed deeper, your senses were assaulted by the foreign yet familiar scent of hotel sheets - a bit musty, like stale carpet with a hint of bleach. Your eyelids began to droop as the day’s exhaustion began to weigh on you and pull you into deep sleep.

When you woke, it was pitch black. As you slowly became aware of your surroundings, you felt the weight of an arm draped over your waist and the warm press of a body at your back. Rolling over, your legs intertwined and you nuzzled softly into the hollow of his neck, breathing deeply when you remembered… Peter. You were in a motel bed with Peter. Momentary panic threatened to take over until Peter’s arm, still draped over your hips, pulled you closer, pressing you against him in a way that let you know he was very much awake.

He sighed softly, and you melted into him, placing a tentative, delicate kiss to the dip in his collarbone. He shivered, his hold on you tightening, and you felt emboldened as you kissed him again, tracing a path over the warm skin of his neck, to his jawline, and across his cheek, stopping just short of the corner of his mouth. You threaded your fingers into his hair, deciding to throw caution to the wind and captured his lips with yours. Gripping his hair, you pulled him impossibly closer, canting your hips forward with yet unspoken desire.

His hand found your hip, fingers gently tracing the curve and pulling the fabric of your tee shirt with them as he grabbed at the bare skin of your waist. His lips parted for you, an invitation, and you obliged, lazily licking into his mouth, nipping gently at his bottom lip. Rolling onto his back, he pulled you to straddle him, digging his fingers into the meat of your ass as he moved you against him. You could feel him growing hard through the fabric of his sweats, urging you to grind down harder, desperate for any sort of friction to satisfy the growing ache at your center.

His mouth left yours as he sat upright, finding your neck and sucking a mark into the skin that you knew would take ages to fade. The thought spurred you on, your hips moving of their own accord, the quiet room now filled with the rustling of overly starched sheets and Peter’s whispered name on your lips. His hands were pushing your tee shirt up your waist, higher, higher, until your bare breasts were exposed to him.

Looking down, he was illuminated by the hazy, orange glow of the parking lot, the light trickling in around the edges of the flimsy curtains. He was even more beautiful like this, you thought - his eyes glued to your body in wonder and palpable desire, something you had fantasized about for what felt like a lifetime.

His hands ghosted over the skin of your breasts, giving one firm squeeze before capturing a nipple in his mouth, his tongue laving over the sensitive bud as his other hand pressed tenderly against the dip of your lower back, holding you firmly in place. You dropped your head back with pleasure, tangling your fingers into his hair once again to ground yourself, to make sure you wouldn’t float away. A small moan escaped from his lips as he pulled away with a pop, his eyes meeting you for the first time, nearly black with desire. You smiled at him, brushing the hair back from his forehead in an intimate gesture. You cupped the side of his face, your thumb rubbing tenderly against the soft skin of his cheek.

Peter closed his eyes and pressed his face into the space between your breasts, holding you there for a minute, his hands tracing invisible shapes over the skin of your back. When he looked back up at you, he spoke softly.

“You sure?” A hint of insecurity marked the wrinkle between his brows and you reached up, smoothing it away with your thumb.

You didn’t say anything, only nodded, before pulling your tee shirt over your head and throwing it across the room to land on top of your luggage. There was nothing else you could say as you pulled at the hem of his shirt, prompting him to follow suit, wrapping his arms around your waist so that your chest was flush with his. He kissed you again, slow and sweet and pillowy soft as he guided you back against the pillows, kneeling between your legs.

He tugged your panties over your hips, down your legs, to your ankles, and grinned as you kicked out of them impatiently. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, open and wanting, luring him in. Peter pressed a kiss to the inside of your bent knee, his lips trailing torturously slow along the length of your inner thigh. He ran a finger through your slick folds, bringing it to his lips and savoring the taste with a groan. He pressed one finger to your entrance, swirling it around, teasing it in and out, before adding another and pushing inside.

Your hips bucked at the sensation as he pumped his fingers lazily inside of you, curling every so often to brush against something that sent shockwaves dancing up your spine. Your fingers were aching from gripping the sheets when his lips found your clit, suckling lightly, the soft swirl of his tongue catapulting you over the edge as you fell apart. His free hand came up to rest on your lower belly, warm and grounding, pulling you back into reality.

As he moved up the length of your body, you found yourself aching at the emptiness, desperate to feel him inside of you once more. He kissed you, clumsy and coated with the taste of your pleasure, sloppy and divine. You pushed helplessly at the hem of his sweats, eager to get them off of him. He chuckled against your mouth, the sound going straight to your core as he pushed them down, taking himself in hand and sliding through your folds, slick with the mess he made of you.

He lined up at your entrance, barely pushing the blunt tip inside, leaning forward to rest his forehead on yours, noses bumping as he searched your eyes.

“Positive?” He teased you with a roll of his hips, his eyes squeezing shut as you pulled him infinitesimally deeper.

“Peter, ple-” He cut you off, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, burying himself to the hilt with a groan.

For a moment, neither of you moved, too caught up in the feeling of being completely lost in each other. He began to move slowly, memorizing the feeling as he nearly pulled out completely, rolling his hips as he pushed back into you. You brought a hand over your head, bracing against the wall behind the bed, meeting him thrust for thrust, pleasure building higher and higher until it threatened to consume you once more.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your free hand clutching his bicep, nails leaving half-moon shadows in their wake. Peter was all consuming - his mouth hot on the skin of your neck, fingers tightly gripping your hip, one hand snaked between you, rubbing tight circles on your clit. It felt as if you didn’t know where you ended and he began, your bodies moving as one, as natural as breathing.

His moans grew louder, more desperate, as his pace began to falter. His fingers began to work faster against you, the circles growing sloppy, nearly begging you to come with him. Heat bloomed in your belly, melting into something delicious and you toppled over once more, relishing in the sensation of him filling you as he too met his end, your name slipping tenderly from his tongue.

Slowly, he pulled out, groaning at the loss as he came to rest beside you. The two of you lay there for a moment, his head on your chest, unsure of what was supposed to happen next, or who was supposed to speak first. You began to run your fingers through his hair, your nails scratching gently against his scalp and he hummed in delight.

“We really should have done that sooner.” His voice was honey, smooth and sweet, as it rumbled against your chest.

“Mmm,” you hummed in agreement, tilting him up to face you, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “But we have all the time in the world to make up for it.”

(dividers by @silkholland)

#tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker fic #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker smut #the amazing spiderman #dicked down december #we chose fucknasty #one bed trope #friends to lovers #magnificent mortwig #mare writes #my writing #my fic

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thishasgonehorribly · 6 months

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oh right, this game is about dwarfs sometimes

I really tried to keep track of my starting dwarfs, but there's been so much going on, and so many visitors

Our expedition leader Lokum, “the heart”, Avuzlised. Makes friends quickly, pretty good mood. She likes chickens, and took all the starting chickens as pets

her boyfriend, our numbers guy, Iteb Abuluzol

Fish Eater, she's got fishing skills and would rather eat raw fish than vegetarian prepared meals

the Carpenter

one of our miners, nicknamed Gravel

resident crankypants. Getting proficient at bludgeoning with her copper crossbow. Worships Zim, a dwarven god of mountains, takes the form of a mountain goat

not pictured, our other miner, calling her Rock Mover

The two miners are also a couple. It turns out setting out in a biome that doesn't pelt everything in blood is more conducive to starting relationships.

Some others that joined early

Datan the manager

and Rith Knowingcrystal and her husband Aban Daggerwilts, our now baroness and gem cutter.

I had the expedition bring copper crossbows, because i keep reading the ammo issues are fixed, but so far they've only been used for bashing. (I think I keep messing up the order of commands, or stockpile assignment, just have ton of

Fortunately we've only fought with stray animals that got annoying.

Only had to have 2 dwarfs visit the hospital after this. We did lose a good shirt, however.

Elk birds keep charging into my fort and fighting with my dogs.

I'm kind of mad that no one in my fort seems to like dogs, and the only one that's a pet is one I assigned as a hunting animal.

However I did find out about and figure out how to enable Dwarfvet which lets animals get treatment at the hospital.

Got a few of the elk birds trapped and tamed. Also sent the military squads after a few that got annoying, and a giant olm that bit Rock Mover.

Found some kind of cave horses

they're called draltha, and they are really big but skittish. They all have ecru skin and yellow hair so far. (I haven't learned much about the DF specific creatures, or spent much time in the caverns, so some of these are surpises)

Also got some of them tamed, they had a baby

Beneath the caverns, I finally found some mostly dry stone!

Then Immediately found a spider hole.

and almost, almost got it sealed up before some non-spiders showed up.

That's a swarm of rutherers. Big blue and grey beasties, seems like they move around in family groups.

The flooding on the level just above is sort of the worst, and responsible for our only dwarven casualty so far.

should I have sent dwarfs down to smooth a drainage hole? It turns out no. But I still don't know why he didn't just walk off the upward slope tile.

#dwarf fortress #dorf fort #df: The Past Universe #Gusilamal

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transformers-platonic · 9 months

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Could write about tfp Bulkhead encountering an unsually friendly swarm of Scraplets that doesn't try to eat him and instead try to follow him around?

This is such a cute idea, thanks for requesting it.

Bulkhead was scouting for energon, following an unusual energy surge. He found a cave that he could fit inside, but barely.

“Miko’s going to love this story when she gets back from her concert.” He muttered to himself. He entered the cavern and slowly moved towards the centre. He stumbled over a rock. He hit the wall and the rocks came tumbling down.

“Scrap.” He muttered. He glanced further into the tunnel, but couldn’t see much. He continued walking, hoping that there was another exit.

He froze up when he heard a familiar sound; scraplets. He ran towards the blocked exits as the sound was getting closer. He tried to contact the base, but all he got was static.

The scraplets approached him as he tried to move the rocks. They opened their mouths and jumped.

Bulkhead shut his eyes and moved his arm in front of his face. A full minute went by before he realized he didn’t feel any scraplets biting him. He slowly looked and saw the scaplets were trying to remove the large rocks. Though the rocks were too large for them to move efficiently as he couldn’t even move them. His relieved laughter echoed though the cave. The scraplets turned and jumped to him, but instead of biting, they cuddled him. He sat in confusion and laughing at the whole situation.

Eventually, he stood up, carefully moving them away. “My team’ll worry if I’m not back soon. I don’t suppose you know of another exit?” He shook his head, doubting they even understood him.

The scraplets all stood up, some walked in front, others walked behind Bulkhead, gently pushing him forward.

At first, Bulkhead took slow nervous steps. The scraplets made some noise that he didn’t fully understand, but it sounded impaitent.

“You guys are worse than Miko when she wants to show me something.” He chuckled and followed their pace.

As they were walking, he saw the energon, though it had chucks taken out of it.

“I get it, you guys eat energon like we do, but not from living metal.” Bulkhead said. He smiled at the scraplets, “I mean, we don’t eat it like you guys do, but it’s pretty much the same thing.” He pet one of them on the head and it purred.

Bulkhead smiled. “Still, I do need to get out of here.”

The scraplets continued moving. Bulkhead followed.

“Bulkhead, come in.” He heard Optimus though the comms, showing he was near the exit of the cave.

“I’m here, just ran into some trouble at the cave. It’s sorted out now. I’ll be at base soon.” Bulkhead said.

“Do you require medbay?” Ratchet asked, revealing that they were using the main comms.

“No, but…” He paused, “Have you ever heard of scraplets not eating cybertronians?”

“What do you mean?” Ratchet asked quickly, “Have you encountered scraplets?”

“Yeah but they don’t try to eat living metal, they almost seem like they just want company. It looks like they eat raw energon.” Bulkhead said.

“Keep your distance we will form a team to assess the situation.” Optimus said sternly.

The scraplets surrounded Bulkhead.

“You guys sure like attention.” He laughed.

The bots came and Arcee guided Bulkhead away, the scraplets followed.

“It’s alright, Arcee, they’re friendly.” Bulkhead said.

“Friendly scaplets?” Arcee asked. She watched and noticed that they weren’t trying to attack. One even climbed on Bumblebee’s pede, but just fell asleep.

Ratchet shook his head, “I’ve never even heard of anything like this.”

“There has to be something in the records about it.” Smokescreen said, looking at Optimus.

“It would appear that there are still things to discover.” Optimus said. One of them took Ratchet’s scanner and ran around it with.

Bulkhead managed to catch the scraplet. “I didn’t say they weren’t mischievous.”

They went to return to base. The scraplets followed.

“They can’t come with us, with how mischievous these guys are, we won’t be able to get any work done.” Ratchet pointed out.

“Okay, thanks for the help you guys, but you need to go home now.” Bulkhead said. The scaplets followed.

“No, go home!” Bulkhead said sternly.

The scraplets let out a small whimper.

Bulkhead’s face softened. “I’ll visit, I promise.”

The scraplets scampered to their cave.

“Looks like you made a rare discovery.” Arcee said.

Bulkhead nodded and smiled.

A week went by and Bulkhead kept his promise and visited the scraplets everyday. Often, he brought Raf and Miko along and the three of them would spend time just playing with the scraplets.

The scraplets scampered to base one day. Ratchet stepped back, startled when he saw them come, but smiled in relief seeing it was the friendly ones. They were carrying Energon.

“You’re sharing some of your energon with us? Thank you.” He said. He bent down to pick up the Energon, but they hurriedly scampered past him and moved to Bulkhead. They dropped the energon in front of him. Arcee smirked.

Bulkhead laughed. “Thanks.”

“Looks like they’re your favourite.” Miko teased, leaning against the railing.

Ratchet sighed, though he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. “The last thing we need is benevolent scraplets who only listen to you.”

#transformers #tfp #maccadam #transformers prime #bulkhead #scraplets #imagine #request

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banditoxkenshin · 1 year

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Chapter Two: Job Interview

Akira woke up the next morning to rock music blaring in the Man Cave. She groaned and pulled her pillow over her head, trying to block out the music. When she couldn't, she decided to get dressed for the day. She put on a navy blue collared blouse, along with navy blue slacks. She put on her work boots.

She went out to the Man Cave, where Ray was talking to a blonde haired boy while he pet Akira's Shiba Inu, Amaya.

The boy waved at her, and she smiled at him. "I'm Akira. You're the new hire?" She asked, walking towards him.

"Well, I haven't gotten the job yet," the boy replied bashfully.

"What's your name?"

"Henry."

"Nice to meet ya, Henry."

"Are you his girlfriend or something?"

Ray and Akira let out laughs, glancing over at each other, and Akira could see a hint of terror flash through Ray's eyes.

"No, no just friends." Akira hummed.

She noticed Nakano, her cat, waltzing towards Henry, and the cat rubbed against his leg, purring at him.

Ray subtly pulled out his tube of bubble gum while Akira kept Henry's attention away from it. Ray then stood up, walking past them.

"David," Ray hummed.

"Henry-"

Ray pointed to his mouth, "I'm gonna blow a bubble."

"O...kay?"

"And I'm gonna blow your mind."

Akira watched as her best friend turned from Ray Manchester to Captain Man. She let out a slight laugh at how flabbergasted Henry looked.

"Y-You're Captain MAN!" He exclaimed.

"That's right Henry."

Henry turned to Akira, "That must mean..."

Akira took a small bow, "That's right. I'm the Ghost."

"No WAAAY! Your Samurai armor is so cool! Is it real? I mean- I know it's real but-"

"It's real. It was a gift from my father."

Henry was about to ask another question when an alarm went off. Akira whipped around, turning to the computer.

"What's up Gooch?" She asked.

"The Jandy Bridge is out!!"

"The bridge is down?" Ray asked.

"Cars in the water, lives in danger!"

Akira rushed to grab her armor, putting it on in record time. She walked back to the Man Cave.

"You handle business here and meet me there." Akira told Ray.

Ray nodded, and Akira made her way up the tube and out of the store.

When Akira got to the bridge, she could hear the screams before she saw the carnage. It made her sick to her stomach. She sprinted towards the Jandy River, and she dove headfirst into the water.

She grit her teeth, prying open a car door and helping the people swim out from the car. Her eyes widened when she saw the people screaming for help. She watched as the bubbles came out with every scream. She grit her teeth, grabbing onto the door. She began trying to pry it open.

She felt her lungs aching for air as she put her feet on the side of the car.

Come on come on come on COME ON!!!

She fully ripped the door off the hinges, throwing it to the side as the victims swam out. She kicked off the car, not noticing the two dents where her feet were.

She swam to the surface, helping them out of the water. She knelt down, coughing and spitting up water. She looked up and saw Captain Man and his sidekick running towards her.

"Yūrei are you-"

"There's more cars in the water!" She cut Ray off mid-sentence.

She dove back under the water, helping more people as Ray and Henry dove into the water.

When everyone was safe, Akira sat on the riverbed, breathing heavily. She watched as news reporters swarmed them, and she stood up slowly. She walked towards Ray and Henry.

"Thank you for everything, Captain Man and Kid Danger!" The reporter exclaimed.

Akira felt like a knife had been plunged through her heart. I was first on the scene.

She turned and began walking back towards her apartment. She owned it just in case something happened to the Man Cave.

Ray and Henry rushed after her. Akira turned around to look at them.

"Are you heading back?" Henry asked.

"Heading to my apartment." She replied.

"You're not coming back to the Man Cave?" Ray asked.

"Not tonight. Amaya and Nakano are staying there though."

Ray nodded.

"Good job out there." Akira told them before she turned on her heel and began jogging towards her apartment.

When she got there, she slowly took off her armor, hanging it on the rack. She walked to the bathroom, undressing and stepping into the shower.

She stood under the water, reflecting on the day. She could feel the cold leaving her body as the warm water ran down her back.

I wish he was here with me.

"No you don't." She whispered to herself.

She sighed softly, washing her hair. When she finished up in the shower, she went to change into her pajamas and lie on the bed.

Her phone vibrated, and she turned to look at it.

Ray 'Everything alright?' -6:30pm

Akira closed her eyes. Of course he'd ask questions. Why wouldn't he?

'Yeah' -6:31pm

'Kira, I know you' -6:31pm

'We'll talk tomorrow' -6:32pm

'Why not now?' -6:32pm

'Ray please. I'm tired' -6:33pm

'Fine. Meet me at Junk-N-Stuff for breakfast' -6:35pm

Akira put her phone down, closing her eyes again. She let her mind wander. Of course it wandered to her and Ray. He was all she could ever think about.

I want to be in his arms. Watching tv. Fighting crime with him. I want him to see me the way I see him.

"He has a sidekick he has to train now." She reminded herself.

She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. Too many nights of this. She needed to stop. For her own sanity.

I love him.

She closed her eyes once more, this time, drifting off to sleep. She was woken up to her alarm going off. She jumped awake, noticing frantic texts from Henry.

"How did he..." she stopped when she saw his text.

'Ray's been captured' -8:45pm

Akira jumped out of bed, throwing on her gear and armor. She rushed out of the apartment. She met Henry at the location he had given her.

She came up behind him, tapping his shoulder. Henry jumped, but he calmed down when he saw her.

"How'd you find him?" She whispered.

"Ray said you got the information out of a henchman."

Akira nodded. "We did."

The two snuck closer towards the room where Ray was being held, and to Akira's surprise, she saw Ray being held in a giant baby bouncer. She snickered, taking a picture before Henry pulled out his phone.

She assumed he was doing the same as her, but he began playing an ice cream truck sound. The Toddler and the other henchmen ran out of the room, and Henry and Akira slipped into the room.

"Henry!" Ray called.

"It's Kid Danger."

Ray smiled fondly, his eyes locking with Akira's.

"Yūrei!"

"Hiya handsome." She winked.

As they began working to get him down, the Toddler walked back in with the henchmen. Akira grabbed the hilt of her katana.

"There was NO ICE CREAM TRUCK!" Toddler snapped. "Who tricked me?" He turned towards Akira and Henry. "And who's that boy and woman near my lever?"

"That's my sidekick Kid Danger. And my partner Yūrei!" Ray exclaimed.

Toddler and Akira locked eyes. Akira slowly unsheathed her katana, but Henry put his hand on top of hers. Akira glanced at Henry, letting her katana sheath again.

"Squish them!" Toddler commanded.

Akira and Henry bolted into action. Akira slid under a punch, using a swipe kick to knock a henchman to the ground. She leapt up again, dodging another punch before she punched a henchman.

"You guys are seriously the WORST henchman ever!!" Toddler cried.

Akira leapt onto a henchman's back, and the two spun around before Akira forced her body weight down, knocking the henchman out once they were on the ground.

Henry and the Toddler battled it out before Toddler activated a Bang Bottle. Akira's eyes widened as she put her arm in front of Henry.

"Now, we all go boom together!" Toddler yelled.

Akira looked over at Ray, who was looking at Henry. She stepped out of the way as Henry pushed Ray in the baby bouncer. Toddler screamed and got thrown into the ball pit.

You know we have to do?" Ray asked Henry.

"What?"

"We give the baby his bottle."

Henry picked up the Bang Bottle and held it in his hands.

"Hey," Ray said.

"What's up?"

"Hurry."

"RIGHT!"

He then threw it into the ball pit, the bottle bouncing a few times before it landed.

"Kid Danger!"

Akira pulled Henry into her chest, turning them so her back was facing the explosion. She used her arm to block any debris from hitting him.

The bottle blew up in the ball pit, spraying plastic balls everywhere. The Toddler's cap landed near them, and Captain Man picked it up, handing it to Henry, who promptly threw it to the side.

"Good work, Kid Danger. You've got skills," Ray smiled.

"Thanks Captain Man!"

"Come on, let's get you out of that baby bouncer." Akira giggled.

They got Captain Man out of the bouncer, Ray held onto Akira's shoulders for support as he stepped out. The two locked eyes, and Akira brushed a stray strand of hair out of Ray's face.

"Look at you. You look disheveled." She huffed, causing Ray to laugh.

"Uh, Ray? Akira?" Henry asked, pulling the adults' attention towards him.

"Yeah?" Akira asked.

"Can you guys, do me a huge favor?"

The two adults glanced at each other, a nervous expression on their faces.

The night progressed, and Ray and Akira had gone to Jasper's party. Akira stayed off to the side, chatting with some fans, but most of the kids were going to Captain Man.

"You know, it's really cool of you to do this." Henry said, standing next to Akira.

"Of course, kid. You saved Ray." Akira put his hand on Henry's shoulder.

"You'll have to show me some of your sword fighting skills."

Akira chuckled softly. "Believe me, Henry, you're better off learning from Captain Man how to fight. You don't want to be like me."

"But you're amazing with your katana."

"Yeah, but I kill people. You're too young for blood on your hands."

"I guess you're right." He nodded, before he realized, "I'll be back!" He then bolted up the stairs.

Captain Man made his way towards Yūrei, standing in place where Henry was.

"He's good." Akira hummed. "Wants to learn how to sword fight."

"Are you gonna teach him?" Ray looked at her.

She shook her head, "Not until you teach him how to fight with nonlethal methods."

"You know, you can fight that way too." He suggested.

"You and I both know I'm past that."

"Never too late to try again."

"Perhaps."

Henry came down the stairs, carrying a tray of birthday muffins. Everyone began singing happy birthday to Jasper, and Ray glanced down at his watch, his eyes widening. He nudged Akira with his arm, signaling they needed to go. She also looked down at her watch before they slowly made their way up the stairs.

They went back to the Man Cave, and they were met with Amaya and Nakano running towards them. She smiled, petting both animals before she hung up her armor on her armor rack.

Akira went into her bedroom, moving to lie down on the bed. She closed her eyes, smiling happily. She may not be Ray's sidekick, but she was still his partner, and that was enough for her.

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#henry danger #henry hart #henrydanger #nickelodeon #samurai #ray manchester #captainman #fanfiction #fanfic #katana #superpower #superpowers #superhero #mature audiences only #romance #slow burn

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reluctantsimp · 1 year

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Wholesome Hisoka Time

Hisoka has no problem killing animals, he even enjoys it sometimes. (Sorry he’s a psycho, face the facts simps) Most animals are scared of him anyway. He isn’t fond of the idea of pets but would train wild animals if he had to and was bored enough.

Firstly, butterflies (Its in the show) he thinks they are pretty. He also likes moths but prefers butterflies. The more vibrant the colours the more he likes them.

Secondly, Otters. This might sound weird but I have a weird headcannon where he really likes otters. Not the ones you see in the zoo, no- those are too basic. Hisoka likes to find them in the wild and just vibe. They absolutely love him and show him their favourite rocks. I think he likes to swim with them :)

Third, Geese. This one also sounds weird. Hisoka doesn’t really care for the geese but they love him. Hisoka is just sitting in the park, blending in, not doing anything special, maybe going to meet someone- and there is just a swarm of geese around him. At first its just one or two, nothing special they’ll leave soon right? Then a few more come up and are confused, people start noticing but he doesn’t do anything about it. Then he just has an entire flock of geese around him, honking, stealing, one attacking a lady with a baby, just being a nuisance. When he gets up to leave, the geese follow him.

Fourth (and probably the most basic one) foxes. He really freaking likes foxes. He actually loves them but he would never admit it. He would actually get kinda sad if he saw a dead fox. This man adores foxes, he goes into the woods just to find some, he’ll hunt with them and everything. And the foxes love him too! If you see the videos with pet foxes, they act like that! Wild ass foxes just love him so much. If he stays in one area he’ll name them too. He loves names relating to his cards.

All in all, Hisoka likes certain animals and certain animals love him- all the others fear for their lives. (As they should)

#hisoka #hxh #hxh hisoka #simp #hunter x hunter #Animals

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malevolent-fairy · 9 months

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@intxlligentminds / @elxgantcaptain asked; “ i only have eyes for you. “ >> Hook from x

Lingering affectionate/admiration gazes? Oh she has plenty of those for James. Uhh these are basically drabbles so read more time.

1.) It was shortly after their... First time. When she had stolen him away to her home and bed chambers. Where yes, she had rocked his whole world. And rightfully so! He earned it for how well he behaved and served her. Such a good boy... It was as he was getting dressed after their brief rest in the aftermath. He had to return to his ship, and neither were confident enough to ask the other to hold onto them a little longer... They were both villains. It didn't feel right to ask for something so vulnerable. Aftercare was of course provided, but it didn't linger like actual lovers would. She was a mistress, he was her pet... Nothing more. Right? But as he pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt and shoes, her eyes couldn't leave him. He had said sweet things, dirty things, all sorts of things... And while it may have been just pillow talk to her now, she couldn't help but see him in a new light. In a... Affectionate light. She would certainly seek him out again... Even if not just for intimacy.

"James... Give me a moment to dress and I'll send you home quickly. Lets hope none of your crew noticed your absence... Or those new marks I gave you~"

2.) The very, very first time she ever saw Hook was in her studies of other realms. It was easy enough to see through the eyes of Diablo when she'd send him on scouting missions. And despite the color of his feathers, he blended in with the swarm of birds on Neverland. His glassy orbs landed on Hook amidst one of his fights with that child... Peter Pan. She was entranced, but she'd never admit it. A man willing to dirty his own hands to achieve his goals... A useful asset, to say the least. Well dressed, despite the rest of his crew choice in fashion... Elegant, strong, imposing, but... Gentlemanly. Tempermental, sure, but so was most of the other people she had studied until this point. Sweat wrung from his brow... She averted her gaze to fan herself when she caught glimpses of his body through his torn clothes.

"That's enough, Diablo. Return to me. ... Captain Hook... Hmm..."

3.) Their first meeting didn't have any of these moments. Introductions and standards required her utmost composure. It's when things start to get more laxed that her eyes can't help but trail up his body... When his back is turned and he's speaking to someone else. At the table of villains that gathered every now and then, thanks mostly due to crossover material, they saw each other. Visiting him outright would be weird. Besides, the conflicting magics she with neverland Fae wouldn't go well... She might end up returning to her roots. And there's no way she'd allow herself to look emotional in front of this man. When he'd turn his head and almost catch her gaze, her eyes would avert and she'd gaze into her orb as if she wasn't sizing him up. ... Maybe they'd get to discuss more soon. She'd love to show that little twerp he's dealing with what real horror is.

"... Me? Staring? Don't flatter yourself. And mind your own business, Hades."

4.) Seeing his scars for the first time without the pretext of sex. He wore them proudly, unlike her. She has an unnatural healing ability... So her only scars are the ones from when her wings were taken, which she uses magic to illusion away. Her fingers ached to run across them as the man simply changed his shirt and she sat in his quarters. She had come to discuss business, no time for distractions. But... He was built, wasn't he? And how he maneuvered in and out of his clothes was enough to keep her eyes on him. She would offer to heal them all away... But it would be long and painful. And that goody-two-shoes magic was never her forte. And it seems like he's fond of most of them himself, if him looking over his shoulder to briefly flex for her said anything. A smile creeped on her face as it seems he felt her gaze, and she waved her hand.

"Don't flatter yourself. I was merely looking to see if any looked fresh... I may be your ally, but I do know like your weaknesses..." She lied.

5.) Watching him and Jafar interact. Her mixed emotions towards Jafar made it feel... Weird. Like she couldn't reach out despite the fact she basically owns the captain. Y'know, cause of their agreement. But Jafar was different... And she gazed at both of them somewhat longingly when she'd notice their whispers and giggling. Not that she'd ever admit that. Their PDA was sickening... But it might be a hint of jealousy in this case. She won't tell. And its no longer a concern, so its fine. But before their updated agreements with one another... She did stare. Never openly, never with a clear expression on her face... But something stirred deep within her. Something she couldn't put a finger on properly...

"... I'm glad you two are enjoying yourselves."

#ic;; mistress of evil #inbox prompt;;#text prompt;;#elxgantcaptain #ask;;#ask answered;;#drabbly texts;;

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codythesemiaquaticwerewolf · 1 year

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Speaking of underwater, here's another one! This time Cody finds some treasure! ^w^

I also did a little bit of shaders (& an Ice Age 4 easter egg) and an story that will accompany this!

The story:

So there Cody was, standing on the docks looking onto the sea. the sunlight reflects its yellow glow onto the teenage lycanthrope fellow as today is very hot, not only perfect for a swim but also perfect for a treasure dive & search.

For today, he prepared himself as he looks at a heavy rock his paws are holding. The rock is held by a long rope that is tied to both his feet separately in each end of it, this allows him to sink further however he has to untie them once he reaches the bottom. Luckily, he has a strap tied to his leg with a scuba knife equipped.

All of that may seem like a very dangerous stunt to most non-aquatic furs, to Cody however this is no issue for him as he smiles slighty & infact nofur has done this before.

The brown-colored werewolf took a deep breath as he takes a step back and then runs with rock in hand as he jumps, lets go of the rock that is connected to his feet and splashes into the sea. A large swarm of small bubbles cover his entire fur as he sinks down further while he hold his breath, his hair and black cape being lifted & drifting around.

As soon as he falls into the water, he clutched his sun pedant necklace, turning it into a crescent moon & beginning his aquatic transformation. He stops holding his breath as gills open on his chest & neck, although letting some infinite bubbles out from his mouth & snout. Fish-like fins grow around himself along with his tail having transparent ones.

Another fin, this time reminiscent of a shark, also grows on his back. Otter-like membrabe or webbing grows around his four paws & armpit, allowing him to glide underwater.

Finally, the transformation is complete as his paw feet starts to flop, they elongate along with his toes, which are fusing with the webbing as they flattened, sprouting himself some flippers.

After some sinking later, The rock Cody is tied to hits the sandy floor as he lands on it second with his flippery paws, crouching while raising his arm. He looks around the sea around him, coral & fish residing here peacefully. The temperature has been adjusted to Cody to be as lukewarm as possible.

The now aquatic wolf takes out his scuba knife from his leg strap as he proceeds to cut the rope that are tied to his flippers. His feet fins manage to free themselves from the rope as Cody then hops off the rock and starts swimming around the sea towards some hidden treaure waiting to be found, kicking his flopping webbed paws & fish tail altogether like a dolphin or merfur.

Cody explores around the sea underwater, looking for treasure to find while a school of fish follow him like he's one of them. Cody smiles a little as he takes a can of fish food from his leather bag, pours it onto his webbed paws and feeds the fishes as they surround him like curious pets. After that, Cody continues on swimming, passing through an forest of kelp without trying to get tangled by it.

Throughout the journey, Cody almost forgot that still leftover cut rope on his flippers. The fish-wolf sits on the sandy floor & unties them, leaving the leftover rope behind as he hops & kicks his flippery feet altogether once again.

That's when Cody spots something wooden near 2 rocks peeking his curiosity as his kicks his flattened paw fins faster. The object was a sunken chest, a treasure chest for sure. Cody goes excited as the happy wolf creature spews out a lot of bubbles from his snout & mouth, sitting on his knees as he picks the treasure chest with his webbed furry paws. All that swimming & searching really have payed off.

Cody hovers off a little from the ground. He opened the treasure chest in curiosity, hoping it wasn't yet another faux treasure chest. And to his surprise, there was lovely gold inside! Jewelry, coins, etc, its glow shining around the chest. Cody was so excitedly happy that he let out a lot of huge bubbles escape from his muzzle as he flaps his fins, ears & tail, there were also fishes around him who were curious. The now happy aquatic werewolf look up into the surface, ripples waving through the water, he felt it was time to emerge from the sea & back into land.

So, Cody closed the treasure chest to not let any gold escape as he kicks his feet flippers & fluffy fish-finned tail altogether like a merfur, launching himself towards the surface with the chest. While resurfacing, the bubbles escape even more through his muzzle as they form an bubble respirator around it. Cody manages to splash back into the surface, leaning himself like a mermaid & taking a gasp of fresh air. He sees the beach as he swims towards it.

When Cody reached the beach, he stands up & puts down the treasure chest as he dries his fur by shaking around like a dog after swimming. He clutches his necklace again as it turns back into a sun. He then turns back into a regular wolf person as his fins & webbing regress back into his skin hidden beneath the fur, his gills closes as his fin feet shrinks back into just paws, allowing himself to walk again without wobbling on land.

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thenixkat · 1 year

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i think I had thoughts on a Pokemon crossover where Pokemon just showed up out of the blue at the dawn of quirks. So setting where pokemon have only really been a thing for maybe 200-300 yrs And I would assume they're not necessarily universally beloved

cause like plenty of people just hate and fear completely normal and harmless animals for no good reason. I imagine sudden magic animals and inanimate objects would not be terribly welcome, especially at first. Given folks didn't take too kindly to people with superpowers initially and I have to assume a big part of why folks changed their minds was cause people with superpowers became the majority

i imagine that folks started warming up to at least the useful/edible pokes first after awhile

with def stigma against scary pokes and pest pokes

some people would definately have pet pokemon. but i think less people would be trainers/coordinators/etc b/c why use pokemon to fight if you've already got cool superpowers?

like if you need a magic critter to protect you your quirk is probably weak/useless

@kariachi: I can imagine a vicious back-and-forth between 'if you need pokemon your guirk sucks', 'you can use pokemon to cover natural weaknesses (like a fire quirk haver having something with storm drain)', and 'fuck you I can't legally defend myself with my quirk so I'm doing what I can'

i think the folks most likely to be proper serious trainers would be quirkless people or people with very weak/useless/'if i use my quirk in self defense I will get sent to jail' I also imagine that most families with kids would have a decent nanny pokemon give human trafficking is likely worse in this world, especially if kids are gonna be expected to be a lone for long periods (like Uraraka lives alone b/c her parents cant afford to move closer to UA, getting her a decent poke to keep her company would be a smart idea)

also, trainers/coordinators/rangers likely have a decent following. 20% of the human population at minimum being into a thing is still a LOT of people. And I would assume that pokemon geared folks would be making the rules and regulations for pokemon related stuff.

also given that pokemon are new to the setting a bunch of shit probably isn't known or known *well*. Also given that folks were not happy when pokes first showed up and people likely treated them like any other pest animal wild pokes are likely more aggressive. And then there's the fucking legendries causing the occasional natural disaster when they're active

Inko: *sees that Izuku is being bullied but he wont tell her who's doing it and the teachers are no help* Inko: *get's Izuku a few guard mon*

I do imagine that some people just attract certain kinds of pokemon either do to their circumstances or their powers. Like people with electric powers attracting fucking jolticks all the time. The press wanting to know what about Endeavor's household keeps attracting swarms of shuppets/banettes

I'm gonna assume that nontrainers, especially not folks that don't have a lot of land don't get big pokemon or pokes with big evos

also, I like the idea that pokemon that take a really long time to evolve, especially pokemons who's prevos arent terribly useful don't really get kept except by hard core trainers who come from a long line of hardcore trainers. Like, the pokemon department of the government having to keep make PSAs to tell people to be nice to magikarp b/c they evolve into gyrados and that they do hold grudges

@kariachi: "We've found a handful of species that hold grudges when they become Way Too powerful and they include Vulpix, Magikarp, and Deino, act accordingly"

the pokedex is still in the process of being made and the fuckers given funding to do it keep subcontracting kids who are easily distracted

also pokemon that evolve with stones were probably not thought to evolve for the longest time. the scientists are also questioning the rare magic rocks that miners occasionally dig up that do shit to certain pokemon

Izuku: I want to be a prohero like All Might Nearly everyone: You are quirkless. Just take yer pokemon and become a ranger or something Izuku: I will take my pokemon and become a prohero

like I assume that the pokemon branch of the government grants people licenses to use pokemon for prohero work for the proheroes who do use pokemon b/c they still gotta be properly trained and cared for if they plan to use them (and also pokemon work for cheaper than like an actual human with the same powerset) Izuku could use some loop holes

Izuku: There are laws against quirk discrimination and proheroes can have pokemon to supplement their quirk. I can totally do this

#nix meows #kariachi #pokemon #my hero academia #crossover

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hannahhook7744 · 1 month

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'The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook' Moodboards (Revamped)(Part 5);

Darius Foundling.

Age 4 years old.

Son of the Pirate Pharaoh.

Junior of the Storm Bringer.

He is sick because of the barrier and his parentage and was given to Hannah as a baby when his father started to become paralyzed by the barrier. He is 8 years younger than Hannah.

Family: The Pirate Pharaoh (Father).

Pet(s): Locust Swarm (he's named esch and every one of them).

Hobbies: Building sand castles/sculptures, playing in the sand, sailing, playing with his toys, listening to music, spying on people, playing with his locusts, pranking people, playing dnd, watching tv, reading, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Twin Sickles (eventually).

He has magic.

Theme Song: "The plagues."

Nadia and Noor Foundling.

Age 3 years old.

They are twin genies and the twin daughters of Dread the Evil Genie.

Juniors of the Stormbinger.

Hannah took them in after she and Dread realized he had no idea how near human children work when they were babies. They are 9 years younger than Hannah.

Family: Dread the Evil Genie (Father).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Listening to music, dancing, playing games, sailing, swimming, taking care of animals, coloring, drawing, watching tv, reading, playing dnd, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Scimitars (eventually).

They have magic.

Theme Song: "Two by Two."

Levine "Levi" William Giant.

Age 2 years old.

Son of Willie the Giant.

Junior of the Storm Bringer. He's 10 years younger than Hannah.

Family: Willie the Giant (Father).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Drawing, coloring, watching tv, being read to, singing, dancing, listening to music, helping people get things down from places he can reach, sailing, playing with sand/mud, playing games, breaking things (that he's allowed to break), playing cards, making paper boats, making miniatures (when he's older), etc.

Weapon of Choice: A Blunderbuss (eventually).

He does not have magic. He's just stronger and bigger than average because he's a half giant.

Theme Song: "Fireflies".

Willow Juniper Hawthorne.

Age 4 years old.

Daughter of a Tree Nymph named 'Cherry Hawthorne'. Human-Tree Nymph Hybrid.

Junior of the Storm Bringer.

She was given to Hannah by her dying mother as a baby. She is sick because of the barrier. She is 8 years younger than Hannah.

Family: Cherry Hawthorne (Mother).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Studying Unnatural biology, playing dress up, gardening, mud baths, baking mud pies, climbing, playing games, playing dolls, swimming, dancing, singing, listening to music, coloring, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Mud, Dirt, Rocks, and Tree Branches.

She has the powers of a tree nymph but no magic.

Age 5 years old.

Theme Song: "Earth, Wind, Fire, and Air."

Elara Astrid Foundling.

Daughter Of An Unknown Elf.

Junior of the Stormbinger.

She was fished out of a barrage as a baby. She is 7 years younger than Hannah.

Family: None/Unknown.

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Bubble blowing, playing dress up, gardening, mud baths, baking mud pies, climbing, playing games, playing dolls, swimming, dancing, singing, listening to music, coloring, arts and crafts, collecting things, and rolling dice to make decisions.

Weapon of Choice: Longbow (eventually).

She has elf magic but no one is quite sure what kind since they have no clue what kind of elf she is.

Theme Song: "Fairy Tale Lullaby."

Marcys Atticus Foundling.

Age 5 years old.

Centaur and Son of Nessus.

Junior of the Storm Bringer.

Hannah took him in as a baby after finding him and Lysander abandoned near one another. He is 7 years younger than Hannah.

Family: Nessus (Father).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: D.I.Y protects, Archery, playing games, stargazing, gardening, playing in the mud, singing, racing, dancing, painting, listening to music, making flower crowns, berry and flower and mushroom picking, being read to, reading, dueling, hunting, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow.

He has magic.

Theme Song: "Boy in the Bubble."

Lysander Ajax Foundling.

Age 6 years old.

He is a satyr and the son of one of Chernabog's minions.

Junior of the Storm Bringer.

Hannah took him in as a baby after finding him and Marcys abandoned near one another. He is 6 years younger than Hannah.

Family: Unknown/None.

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Playing his pan flute, playing games, playing in the mud, singing, racing, dancing, listening to music, making flower crowns, berry and flower and mushroom picking, being read to, reading, painting, skipping stones in the river, stargazing, gardening, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Shepherd's crook.

He has magic.

Theme Song: "A Place In The Choir."

Beauregard 'Beau' Rodmar Nikolas Foundling.

Age 6 years old.

He is 1/3 human, 1/3 Troll, and 1/3 Goblin but takes mostly after his human ancestors with some Goblin and Troll features.

Junior of the Storm Bringer.

He use to work at Claw Trimmers and live in the basement there until Hannah came and took him away when he was 4. He is 6 years younger than Hannah.

Family: Unknown/None.

Pet(s): A snail named Gary.

Hobbies: Taking selfies, taking selfies, drawing self portraits, dancing, singing, telling stories, building things, climbing, doing nails, baking, playing in the mud, listening to music, making flower crowns, berry and flower and mushroom picking, being read to, reading, skipping stones in the river, stargazing, gardening, and finding shiny things.

Weapon of Choice: Hammer.

He has goblin magic.

Theme Song: "Goblin Oogie Boogie."

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