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theemporium · 28 days

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cece my love!! huge congrats once again on 10k!! could i please request a ‘smut-berry daiquiri’ with nico, 8. “let’s put that smart mouth to good use.”

(brat tamer nico brain go brrrrr) -lee

you are absolutely evil for making me spiral over brat tamer nico again but thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

8. "Let's put that smart mouth to good use."

You were winding him up.

You knew you were. You knew you were testing his patience. You knew very well that you were being difficult, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. You were coming off a six day work week, your colleagues were getting on your last nerves and every minor inconvenience made it feel like the universe was against you.

From the barista fucking up your coffee order to your favourite blouse getting snatched against a handle at work and ripping, it was just a build up of small things that continued to irk you throughout the week. It was annoying, irritating and made you want to scream at everything in the world.

But that wasn’t an option, so now you were feeling a little snappy and impatient and you just fucking wished that everything in the world stopped so you could catch your breath for, like, two seconds.

“Did you say it was white or red wine that went better with the dish Nina recommended?”

It was a simple question. It wasn’t even like he had been pestering you with questions all day the way your colleagues had been doing the whole week. But it seemed to be pulling the fray, stray string that was holding the last of your patience together.

“Can’t you just google it?” You muttered under your breath, your eyes locked on whatever mind-numbing document your boss had forwarded to you, despite the fact it was well past your office hours.

Nico glanced towards you but didn’t say anything. Because he was Nico and he had the patience of a saint and he knew you had a rough week. And there was a level of guilt there, that he had been busy with the team and a roadie earlier in the week. He thought the homemade dinner might help cheer you up, help you relax a little.

But he was quickly seeing that wasn’t the case.

Ever since you had got home, it was whispered comments and sassy remarks muttered under your breath. It was eye rolls and scoffs and heavy sighs that made his teeth grit together. Just small little mannerisms that, usually, he would be able to brush off. Except now they were building up and he was losing his own patience.

You were acting like a brat, to put it simply. And Nico’s tolerance had reached it’s fucking limit when you grumbled something under your breath when he asked for a hand to load up the dishwasher.

You barely had a chance to grasp what was happening when you felt his hands on your hips, spinning you around and crowding you against the counter until his body was pressed up against yours. You gaped up at him, the words that were racing through your head a few seconds ago now lost as you stared up at your boyfriend.

His brows were furrowed together, strands of his hair falling down to frame his face. He looked pretty, even if he looked fucking pissed with the soft glare and downturned lips.

“What’s your problem? I’m trying to be nice and you’re acting like this,” Nico muttered, hands propped on either side of you to trap you against the counter.

“I’m being fine,” you managed to grumble out, lifting your chin to look up at him like your heart wasn’t thundering in your chest. “Maybe you’re the problem.”

His brow cocked upwards. “Yeah? Think I’m the one acting like a brat?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you snapped back, the words leaving your lips before you even thought it through.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Got anything else to say?”

“Maybe I do—” You started, that slight twinge of irritation hitting you again as you itched to get rid of it. But before you could even finish your sentence, Nico’s fingers were squishing your cheeks together as you looked up at him, slightly surprised but mostly intrigued.

“Such a brat,” he tsked, tilting his head as he glanced over your face. The way your big eyes were locked on him, the way your body was leaning into his touch, the way your lips looked so pretty and tempting all at once. “What am I gonna do with you?”

You went to say something, but only a slightly choked out whine left your lips when you felt him push his leg to rest between yours.

“Is this what you wanted?” He said, his voice leaning close enough to mocking that it had your body flushing in response. “Wanted my attention? Wanted to rile me up until I snapped?”

You swallowed, nodding your head a little.

“Poor baby,” he cooed as his other hand rested on your hips, squeezing softly to stop you from wiggling against his thigh. “My lil’ brat just needed to have the attitude fucked out of her, hm?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft buzz replacing the racing thoughts that had been overwhelming you all week as you felt his hand dip under the hem of your shirt.

“Why so quiet now?” Nico commented, squeezing your cheeks until your gaze met his. “You were being so mouthy before. Where’s that gone, hm? Not gonna tell me what you want?”

“Nico,” you whined softly when you felt his hand pull away from your torso, now resting down at your hip again. His other hand moved away from your cheeks, softly cupping your face and the soft act made your heart flutter.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, soft but demanding and it made your stomach dip.

“You,” you breathed out. “Please. I just…I just want you.”

He watched you closely. “Gonna be a good girl?”

“So good,” you murmured, your lips slowly parting as his thumb brushed against your bottom lip. Before he could even string a sentence together, your lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking as a low groan sounded from the back of your throat.

“Hm,” Nico hummed, hooded eyes watching as you lazily sucked on his thumb, tongue swirling around his digit like you usually did with his cock. “Let’s put that smart mouth to good use. See how snarky you get when your throat is all fucked out, hm?”

A pathetic whine sounded from you, one that was downright filthy but made his grin widen nonetheless.

“There’s my good girl,” he cooed, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth. “Now, are you gonna listen or do I have to carry you to the bedroom?”

#cece's cocktail celebration #nico hischier #nhl #new jersey devils #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x you #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier fic #nico hischier one shot #nico hischier smut #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot #nhl smut

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rae-writes · 2 years

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did someone say tail kink and monster fucking? nsfw, naga!levi; horny brain, feral levi makes brain and pussy go brrrrr

It was dark— the only source of light was the tank casting its blue, shimmery glow. Water drops slide down the glass, splashing onto the floor, mixing into the puddles that spread across the room.

The third born’s tail whipped around with careful precision, curling over your legs, abdomen, and arms; it shouldn’t be possible- his tail isn’t that long - but that's just it : the entire lower half of his body was his tail now.

“L-Levi…” your eyes darted from his glowing eyes to his tail, not knowing which captivated you more.

There was a flush to his cheeks, “T-t-this is so embarrassing-!” His hands swatted at the scaled appendage, making it release you; Levi almost combusted when the loss of his touch made you whine.

“Levi…” you said again, hearing his tail thump against the ground while you crawled into his lap, “Why’d you stop? Touch me…please?”

His hands shot to your hips instinctively when you began rocking back and forth, mouth parting as you grinded against him. “O-oh fu-ck…” The end of his tail wrapped back around you, leaving you completely entangled as you rode his lap.

You could feel the water on his body start to seep through your clothes, see his fangs poking out, hear a slight hiss emitting from his throat; it made your head spin. “So pretty, Levi…so so pretty.”

Levi’s eyes flashed before he was producing a bottle from behind his back with a low growl, “Open up.” The way you compiled so obediently made his mouth water, pupils dilating when you swallowed the liquid without question.

Gripping onto his shoulders, you gasped as he moved along the floor with ease. With a simple flick of his wrist, you were hiked up and thrown straight into the tank.

A loud splash echoed when Levi followed you in; he moved more gracefully in the water— fast and agile. “Stay?” He bared his teeth when his door swung open, panicked shouts of your name following as he yanked you down deeper.

You found yourself floating in the darkest part of the tank, hidden below the seeing glass. The only thing you could see were Levi’s orange hues cutting through the water like a knife.

“Stay with me.”

#obey me x reader #obey me smut #leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan #om leviathan #om levi #obey me levi

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solzoned · 5 months

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im spinning so hard ( category five autism event - smitty )

anyways life is strange headcanons for the characters and my/our own personal interpretation of them

tw for : mentions of drug use , burn injuries , mention of internalized homophobia/transphobia

Max Caulfield

transmasc bigender max . the vibes are there, max never maxine /ref

major crush on chloe . like, "you look at me i will pass out from joy" kind of crush, with "heart pounding until i pass out" love

autistic ! with a special interest in retro cameras and polaroids ! also older movies and lord of the rings

more of a semi verbal kind of person . probably owns a communication hoodie .

has never tried weed, never will even when chloe suggests it /lh

owns a guitar but is not much of a musician? but wants to get into using it more often

dating chloe, qpps with kate :]

Chloe Price

MAJOR genderfluid vibes . or genderfuckery . either way not cis whatsoever

had a huge crush on max as kids but max leaving kind of ruined that for chloe ? took a while for chloe to trust max again but eventually they started dating !

depression go brrrrr . and bpd . and adhd . self medicates with weed .

very prone to sensory overloads and tends to use weed to dampen the world around her . refuses to go on antidepressants ever again .

briefly dated rachel in before the storm but unhealthy relationship so chloe moved onto better things after the events of life is strange

very bad relationship with david, sort of eh relationship with joyce .

only dating max but open to polyamory !!

Rachel Amber

cis but not cis yknow . like if someone asks shes cis but to close friends and people, cisnt.

bpd and bipolar disorder + autism .

major adrenaline junkie and thrill seeker . craves that feeling and rush of something dangerous or rebellious .

doesn't actually know how to stay in one place ? at least not until the future . always on the move, can't be tied down .

major special interest in theatre . specifically shakespearean plays .

burn scars on her arms from the forest fire in before the storm . but it was kept pretty hush hush by her dad .

fling with victoria, followed by dating chloe briefly, then frank bowers . then back to victoria in the future :3

Victoria Chase

i physically cannot write everything i have in mind i have so many victoria thoughts daily but like.

transmasc enby . demiboy . but major internalized transphobia and homophobia issues for a long while until he learned to figure himself out .

major struggles with autism and anxiety . on top of bpd . on that mean girl autism to redeemed boy autism pipeline . formerly medicated for anxiety ( before the storm ) before turning to harder drugs ( life is strange ).

major nerd . loves anime, but especially has a fondness of shows that are like . "kids cartoons " but actually are more complex than it seems .

special interest in photography, fashion, and cartoons .

EXTREMELY particular about clothing due to sensory issues with certain fabrics . cannot tolerate wet clothes either .

suppresses stimming , whether happy or upset stimming .

shhhh *puts a finger to your lips* im an age regressor victoria truther . specifically she got into it around rachel .

briefly dated rachel . dated nathan for appearance sake . dated rachel again in the future .

Kate Marsh

i am a huge aroace kate marsh believer

has a particular disgust for kissing after the Incident tm , prefers hugs and cuddles

struggling with her faith after what happened, working on redefining what it means to her

got some internalized issues going on and isn't really open to being super public about her personal life because of it

depression w/ autism and anxiety combo .

goes non verbal very often .

alice is an emotional support animal i cannot be told otherwise .

qpps with max for now . doesn't aspire to have anything more or less than that .

#life is strange #lis #chloe price #rachel amber #max caulfield #victoria chase #kate marsh #headcanons #before the storm #pricefield #amberchase #life is strange introject #alter posting : loki #age regression #i have so many thoughts on age regressors in this game

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 16 - dp & leather

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 16 of Kinktober is: dp & leather - Murdock x Yancy x amab reader. I started out with this idea that it was going to be a shorter one.... Brainrot go brrrrr. Really happy with how it came out, enjoy ;3

Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 2.8k+

Tags/warnings: Yancy gets called good boy/baby boy, double penetration, leather gloves, cum eating

A gentle leather clad hand brushing over your cheek brings you back to the awake world. You blink a few times, being met by the grinning face of Murdock, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, which means he must have been awake for a while.

“Hey sunshine.” He leans down, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Mmhhh, good morning.”

“It’s almost noon.” You shift onto your back, carding your fingers through his hair, keeping him close and bent over.

“It’s my day off, so sue me.” You tug him down for a kiss, intending for it to be short. But Murdock isn’t one for that, so he deepens the kiss, like he almost always does.

The thought of dragging him down on top of you crosses your mind, but is interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Breaking the kiss, you whip your head to the side, spotting a man standing just inside the door of your bedroom.

He’s wearing a black leather jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans, his hair is slicked back, and you can see a tattoo on the side of his neck. Which you only notice since he rubs his neck, glancing at you before looking down on the floor.

“Who are you?” Murdock is quick to answer before the man can.

“Remember the friend I told you about?” Murdock pulls back, sauntering over to the man, spinning around when he’s next to him, and smacks between the other man’s shoulder blades, causing the man to have to re-balance himself.

“This is Yancy, and he got out of prison yesterday.” Murdock reminds you of a proud cat that has dragged in a bird that he has hunted for you. Though this little bird is more alive than what a cat would have brought in.

“Ah, so that was where you went yesterday. I thought you just had some work to do.” You sit up on the bed, crossing your legs, supporting one arm on your knee so you can put your head in your hand. You pay no mind that you’re only clad in boxers, but Yancy glances at your barely covered lower half, blushing when you catch him looking.

“It was, and I think he deserves a little celebration, don’t you?”

“Youse don’t need to talk about me like I’m not here.” Yancy only sounds a little bit annoyed, and hello, accent.

“Like you don’t get off on it.” Murdock huffs, and Yancy opens his mouth as if to say something, but you speak before he can.

“I agree with Murdock, at least on the celebration part.” You grin, moving so the headboard is against your back with your legs stretched out in front of you. You grin at Yancy, who licks his lips, his focus fully on you. You pat your thigh, a motion Yancy follows before looking up at your face.

“Come on baby boy, take a seat.” Yancy flushes, very much the reaction you were aiming for. He walks over to the bed, putting a knee on the edge of the bed before you stop him. “Lose the jacket.”

He obliges, shucking off the jacket, revealing more tattoos. You look at them as he gets into bed, straddling your lap with only some gentle prodding. Your hands grab his hips, feeling the firm muscles there as he shifts. His hands land on your shoulders after some mild hesitation.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing?” You grin up at Yancy, who opens his mouth to answer, but is once more interrupted, this time by Murdock winding his arms around Yancy’s stomach from behind.

“The prettiest.” Yancy side-eyes him when Murdock hooks his chin over Yancy’s shoulder.

“So this is how it’s going to be?” You kiss underneath Yancy’s jaw after he speaks, and you’re sure he can feel your grin against his skin.

“We’re a package deal pretty boy, you don’t get one without the other.” You take a piece of skin between your teeth, carefully biting down. “Besides, Murdock has already told me a few things about you.”

Yancy looks down as you let up from his neck, though that is quickly overtaken by Murdock.

“What do youse know?”

“A couple of things.” Moving one hand from his hip, you drag it over his stomach, up his chest, with a brief pause at a nipple, and then settle it in his hair. You smile at him, which he returns. That disappears into a moan as you tug harshly on his hair, forcing his head back to bare his throat to you. Murdock chuckles behind Yancy, while Yancy licks his lips, trying to gather his mind.

“That being one of them.” One of Murdock’s leather covered hands travels down to the front of Yancy’s pants, rubbing against the growing bulge there.

“Is not fair.” Yancy grumbles, but doesn’t seem too perturbed as he starts bucking up against Murdock’s hand.

“Sweetheart, have you ever known me to play fair?” Murdock rumbles, and you almost laugh when Yancy sighs a very put upon sigh, and shakes his head. Well, as much as he can when you keep his head tilted back with an iron grip on his hair. Leaning forward, you lick a stripe over Yancy’s neck, hearing him swallow heavily in response.

His breath also hitches, and when you look down you see Murdock has unbuttoned Yancy’s pants, his still gloved hand now circling Yancy’s cock.

“Someone is impatient.” Murdock smirks, starting to slowly move his hand up and down on Yancy’s cock. That gets a whine from Yancy as he tries to thrust into Murdock’s hand, but you and Murdock keep him down with a hand on each hip. If your cock weren’t already getting interested, it certainly would have now.

“Only to hear those pretty noises I know he can make, my sunshine.”

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Finally prepped, perhaps a little more than necessary (but who can really blame you when Yancy makes such pretty noises while being fingered open?), Murdock helps Yancy position himself over your cock while you lean against the headboard again.

With firm and still gloved hands guiding him, he starts to sink down on you, and it takes some willpower from you to not just drag him down all the way at once. He’s warm and squeezing perfectly around your cock, making you throb inside of him.

“Mhm, baby boy, so fucking perfect.” Yancy’s head falls backwards onto Murdock’s shoulder, who takes the opportunity to catch his lips in a kiss.

Yancy settles fully on your cock, every inch of you inside that wonderful heat of him. You let out a low moan, throwing your head back for a moment before leaning forward to kiss over Yancy’s neck.

With the attention from both you and Murdock the skin of his neck is already a littered canvas, so you settle for giving a few kitten licks over the marks as you let Yancy adjust.

Only when you feel him try to roll his hips and grind down on you do you do anything more. You loosen your hold on his hips, and he lifts himself up a bit before sinking down again.

“Fuck baby, feels so good.” You groan against his skin, and you can barely hear the moan that gets from Yancy, since it’s muffled against Murdock’s lips.

As he starts to move more, he has to stop kissing Murdock, the angle too odd to keep up. You move back from his neck, catching Yancy’s gaze as he speeds up.

But Murdock is not one to let you have all the attention, so as Yancy bounces on your cock, he rubs himself against Yancy’s ass with strong hands framing his ribs.

Yancy’s hands grips yours and Murdock’s hair, tugging and moaning loudly. You chuckle, and Murdock lets out a groan.

“Such a pretty little thing, made to take cock.” Yancy keens at the praise, but that could also be Murdock’s hand wrapping around his cock. You pay it not too much mind, focused on keeping Yancy bouncing on your cock, feeling him clench around your cock.

You know you hit his prostate when he almost startles on your cock, back bending with a single loud “Fuck!” from him.

You keep aiming for that spot as well as you can, hitting it every so often while Murdock keeps talking into Yancy’s ear, the almost whisper close to getting lost in the sound of flesh against flesh and Yancy’s moans and cries of pleasure.

“Stretched around a cock, so full, and you love it, don’t you?” Yancy nods, whining as Murdock’s hand around his cock slows down. It doesn’t disappear completely, but his touch is a lot lighter, teasing and barely there while you keep Yancy moving up and down on your cock with ease.

You see Murdock removing his hand from Yancy’s ribs, tugging his glove off with his teeth. Curious, you keep your eyes on him, in return you get a wicked smile. With nimble fingers he easily opens the lube again and spreads some on his fingers, dropping the bottle on the bed as he gets Yancy’s bouncing to slow down.

“I think you could take more, don’t you think so as well, dove?” One of his fingers presses inside of Yancy alongside your cock, and you’re not sure who moans louder, you or Yancy.

“Pleaseeee.”

“Please what?” Murdock grins at you over Yancy’s shoulder, kissing his shoulder as Yancy pants, holding himself completely still now.

“Want me to open you up even more, make you feel that stretch you love? Want me to fuck you open with my fingers alongside my sunshine’s cock, and then my cock too?” Yancy groans, and you feel him clench so wonderfully around your cock.

You know Murdock likes to hear people beg in so many ways, and it seems Yancy knows too, as he only takes a few more moments before he begs so prettily.

“Please, please, please, fill me with youses cock and fingers, and then both of your cocks, please! I- I- I- need it, I need it.” Murdock laughs, but it’s not mocking, only smug and triumphant.

“I know you do, I know you are a good boy and can take us both.” Murdock does let go of Yancy’s cock then, but only for a moment, since it picks up the lube bottle to get some more lube to where the three of you are now joined, if a bit thinly at the moment.

You could have perhaps helped Murdock, but you’re a bit preoccupied with not just thrusting up into Yancy, or coming too close to the edge. The way Yancy clenches around you, grinding down onto you, and the thought of you and Murdock fucking him at the same time is making your head spin.

It doesn’t help when Murdock starts moving his finger back and forth, starting to stretch Yancy more, and at the same time brushing against your cock. The groan that leaves you is a little choked off, and you hear Murdock chuckle as your head falls onto Yancy’s shoulder.

“Should we have gotten out the cockring for you sweetheart?”

“Hng, fuck no, just give me a moment.”

“Mhm, I’m not going to stop.”

“Not asking you to. I’m just way too close, and if you were to move Yancy, I would cum.” You hear Yancy draw a deep and shaky breath, but you don’t know if that was a reaction to your words, or a reaction to Murdock adding another finger.

Not that it really matters, because being kept still on your cock is not what Yancy wants. So after a while he starts to grind his hips down, which you let him do since you’re not as close anymore. But, you don’t start to move him up and down yet, instead just feeling how hot he is, and how stretched he is getting.

Murdock adds a third finger rather quickly, moving them in and out of Yancy at a quicker and quicker pace. Yancy is constantly letting out little moans and groans, tugging on both of your hair. You start to plant kisses all over Yancy’s shoulder, your mouth and tongue worshiping the skin it can reach.

All the while Murdock has a hold of Yancy’s cock, but he’s not jerking him off or anything, just keeping his hold there and letting Yancy gently rock into the still gloved hand.

And then the fingers inside of Yancy are gone, though he is not left with only you inside of him for long, as Murdock slowly, carefully, starts to push his cock inside of Yancy alongside your own.

You grip Yancy’s hips hard enough to bruise, biting down on his shoulder as he lets out perhaps the prettiest moan you have ever heard. All breathless and high, and the hand in your hair clenches and unclenches while he gets filled more and more.

When Murdock is finally all the way inside of Yancy, Murdock groans, claiming Yancy’s other shoulder with a bite, making him yelp with the pain.

“Fuck baby boy, so tight and perfect for us.” You whisper against Yancy’s skin.

“It would be, ah, perfect if you moved.” Yancy whines, grinding down, causing you and Murdock to let out a moan in unison.

“Soon little dove, so impatient.” Murdock teases, starting to move his hand over Yancy’s cock again. Yancy moans, bucking up into the hold. You go with it, your hands on his hips starting to guide him to slowly move up and down.

He doesn’t go far, but he doesn’t need to. Even the shallow bounces feel so amazing, your cock rubbing against Murdock’s with every minuscule movement of Yancy’s hips.

You’re not going to last long, but you don’t think the others are either. The room is so warm, filled with the smell of sex, the only noise the moans from all three of you, and the whines from Yancy.

He’s so tight around your cock, squeezing even with how spread he is. He doesn’t try to control the speed of any of what is happening, letting you and Murdock take full control. Which you revel in, and know Murdock does too, as you make him move up and down on your cock.

You’re close, so close to spilling over that edge, but you want Yancy to cum first. So, your hand joins Murdock’s gloved one on Yancy’s cock, guiding Murdock to speed up. The pace is a lot faster than any other movement, but you want, no, need, to feel Yancy fall apart on your cocks.

And less than a minute you get that, as Yancy spills himself over your shared hands with a cry. Murdock groans loudly, pumping his hips forward once, twice, thrice, then cumming inside of Yancy.

Yancy’s noise and Murdock’s cum filling him up, sends you careening over the edge of your own orgasm. You pump your hips up too, making sure every drop of cum spills inside Yancy, mixing with Murdock’s.

You tremble slightly as you pull out of Yancy, Murdock in a similar state as he does the same.

Yancy is just boneless on your lap, so it’s easy to move him down on his back on the bed. He’s panting, licking his lip as a lazy smile spreads across his face.

“Fuck, youse....” He doesn’t say anything else, throwing an arm over his face and giggling. Murdock and you lock eyes as Yancy stretches, then you look down on Yancy’s cum covered stomach.

Catching onto the idea that popped into your head just seconds earlier, you can Murdock lean down in unison, licking over the cum covered skin.

“Shit!” That earns you both a hand in your hair, and though Yancy tries to move you both, you stay down there to lick every inch clean.

When you’re satisfied that you have gotten every drop, you sit up, enchaining a kiss leaning over Yancy.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Yancy speaks in awe as you break the kiss, turning to grin at him. You lean down, kissing him too, your tongue quickly coming out to brush against his lower lip. He opens his mouth so eagerly, and your tongue dips inside, letting him taste himself and Murdock from you.

Breaking the kiss, Murdock takes over, giving Yancy the same treatment. You watch them, just enjoying the view of the hot and languid kiss.

Though, when it goes on for a little too long and one of his hands travels upwards to rub against one of Yancy’s nipples, you pinch his shoulder.

“What was that for sunshine?” He almost pouts, and you smack his shoulder.

“Clean up and cuddles first Murdock. Then maybe round two, if we’re all up for it.”

“I am.” Comes the quick answer from below you, and that coupled with the smug grin Murdock sports makes you laugh.

#yancy x reader #murdock x reader #yancy #murdock #yancy fic #yancy fanfiction #yancy ahwm #yancy ahwm x reader #yancy smut #murdock smut #murdock fanfiction #murdock fic #reader insert #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #my writing #smut #lemon

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ssreeder · 7 months

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AHHHHHHH!!! I love it! :D

You're writing is always amazing Reeds! I'm so happy with the direction of the story! Oh what waits! All the chaos and misery of war... hahahahaha :D

Hope you're doing well! Remember to prioritize your health Reeds! I hope you're not under so much stress! *sending virtual hugs*

No Red Anon is available at the moment, for school is stressing Pain Anon a lot and must take most control at the moment! But maybe they'll come out soon!

We'll never know. :D

(Except I do)

But yes hope you're doing well! Meanwhile, my head is also going brrrrr because of the new English production of Death Note and Welcome Home! You're making my head spin in a good way once more! So thank you! :D

-Pain Anon

-Red Anon

Hahaha I love how balanced you are with your excitement for the potentially fun time ahead and then the reality that war is coming & i have a bad habit of blowing things up :)

I hope school isn’t stressing you too much & you are also taking time to relax & enjoy life!! ;)

Ok pain/red anon I will see you soon I’m sure <3

#take care of yourself too!!#it’s easy to let life sweep you up and move you around without realizing #so I understand needing to take time to care for yourself #I have a few scenes I’m excited about heheheeee #& some other stuff that gets revealed next chapter haha #WOHOOO FUN TIMES #ok I’m going to go #but I love you pain/red anon!!!#see you soon!!#red anon #liab #leaving it all behind #ITF #ask

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buckets-and-trees · 10 months

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Happy Anniversary, Aspen! I’m so happy you joined tumblr and I have this opportunity to interact with you and read your wonderful stories 🥰🩵 now, can I please have a Truth for Sacrificial? That fic haunts me to this day 🥴 how did you come up with a Minotaur? What inspired you? Would you ever consider a sequel 👀

First, thank you for the ask, Suz! I'm kind of in love with you asking because, Sacrificial definitely has a story!

I'd been up at my parents' house for dinner and games for my mom's birthday, and I was fueling up gas for my drive home of about an hour. I was scrolling through probably tumblr, I'm pretty sure, and came across this:

AND WHEN I TELL YOU

THAT HIT ME IN THAT MOMENT SO HARD

AND I JUST

I WAS OVERRUN WITH THE THIRST, AND I NEEDED TO SCREAM AT SOMEONE I KNEW WOULD JUST UNDERSTAND/GET THAT

AND SO I SCREAMED @rookthorne

AND SHE SCREAMED BACK

Like. Literally.

Content Warning: I'm going to share some of that now under the cut, and then as I kinda go into detail over the inception of this smutty story, keep that in mind and scroll past if terato/monster fucking is not your thing.

I have removed ... haha ... some of the dialogue to protect the innocent (haha, we're not innocent, but...yeah), but I'm keeping the development:

Aspen: The way, I just want a giant monster to devour me carnally Aspen: Not too particular about what kind of monster or demon Lana: fucking amen Aspen: It’s fine Aspen: Maybe my first week of Hot Bucky Summer with lingerie needs to be a human sacrifice for some demon or monster… or maybe a centaur Bucky with a wood nymph… Lana: oh - size kink go brrrrr Aspen: or maybe Minotaur Bucky Lana: I dunno both are fucking divine Aspen: I feel like a centaur would be more charming, but logistically not as fun to write for the sex Aspen: Minotaur who initially seems terrifying, and or repulsive, but because of the way, he fucks you, and whispers the most, will be possessive things in your ear… You end up, letting him willingly ruin you Lana: THIS IS KILLING ME

And then Lana DID figure out some very nice logistics for the Centaur sex situation, so then I was really about half and half. But then as my mind continued to spin possibilities, this thought hit me…

Aspen: Minotaur Bucky is it going to fuck the reader's throat Lana: OOF FUCK Lana: okay Aspen: I just feel like that’s definitely what he would do. Especially if she has been given up as a sacrifice from the nearby townsfolk of the village. Lives up to the expectations of terror… But then it turns out he’s going to treat her so well in the end Lana: "You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself." Lana: OKAY WE WENT EITHER WAY THERE Lana: OOF Lana: MAYBE Lana: maybe he is brutish in the beginning... because he knows the villagers are watching 👀 Lana: cos they wanna make sure he takes to her [editorial clarification: they’re watching because they want to make sure he takes to reader as the sacrificial lamb] Lana: I am sorry I took that and ran with it 🤣🤣 Aspen: No, this is true, where my brain is going to… Perception of a brutal fucking monster who is terrifying to everyone so that no one bothers him and the reader that he takes away. Aspen: He will still be rough and brutal with her because he’s a monster, but he will also worship her in private and the aftercare for his pet/mate is ELITE.

So by the time I had an hour to think about the story, I knew most of what I wanted. It was the last ten minutes of the drive when I started to think okay...who is this reader and when and where is this happening? I needed her to have reason to have been even on the radar and able to have this happen, and I didn't want her to just be a pushover, and so that idea of her being a research scientist - a botanist, especially - who would have applied for a grant/fellowship? And the town could vet for a candidate that they thought would be perfect for their ritualistic sacrifice to the terrifying Minotaur to keep their village safe?

BECAUSE I CAN RARELY BUILD A PORN WITHOUT A PLOT TO GO ALONG WITH IT

I mean... I cold do it...

I could...

BUT WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT?!

Okay, so back to that night.

I did a little research for geography. I had this idea that I wanted it to be in South America because of the wilderness/mystery that's still a reality with the Amazon, but even though I was going to write about a MINOTAUR AND THAT'S DEFINITELY A FICTIONAL CHARACTER, I wanted to be true to the lore for the kind of places you could/would find a minotaur. If I'm going to write fiction, I don't want there to be something that gives my readers qualms for suspending the disbelief that I need them to suspend in order to go on the rest of the journey with me. And...because I did the theoretical work, here's more than anyone really wanted to know when Suz asked this:

Exhibit A is from Wikipedia discussing areas of the world that have a "Mediterranean Climate" outside of the Mediterranean - since Minotaurs originate from Greece, I felt like this was the plausible logic to apply.

Here's a map of the Amazon Rainforest.

Here is the tiny speck where it could overlap in Colombia and an EVEN TINIER SPECK that sort of corresponds on the border of Colombia and Ecuador. Since it's probably not at all advisable for a single female to travel to Colombia or Venezuela, but maybe Ecuador would be reasonable, imagine that's where we are.

Once I had that sorted, I was READY TO GO, and....basically wrote on and off, staying up all night, from 11pm to I think 7:30am I posted it?

Now.

Final question: would I ever consider a sequel?

Absolutely. There are pieces in the story that I knew I was weaving in that I had ideas about that were intriguing to me to explore later. Like... more about Minotaur!Bucky's history. Why is he there? What's up with his hold over the village? How did they come to this arrangement, and what exactly are the parameters - our reader has literally only been read in on only what they couldn't keep from her, so there's A LOT there. Some of it I definitely already had notes on from the night of inception, but there were things I also left open so that it would be mysterious and fun for me to explore later.

OKAY.

SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT.

IF ONLY I HAD MORE THINGS TO GET CARRIED AWAY EXPLAINING FOR YOU.

Link to the List of Sleepover Games

#aspen's anniversary sleepover #suz/targaryenvampireslayer #sleepover truth #minotaur bucky #sacrificial au #lana/rookthorne

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bonefall · 1 year

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Obsessed with every post about Cinderheart

I care her. I care her so much

There was no need for the weird reincarnation plotline, this bad girl can fit so much emotional turmoil in her. I am going to write a character that is SO full of things it makes your HEAD spin. The whole litter in fact. Brackenfour go brrrrr

#Cinderheart #Bone Babble

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maochira · 1 year

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the fact that baro is canonically a big bro makes my heart go brrrrr

IKR😭😭😭💟 Big bro Barou is the best bllk big bro I swear. As much as I love my headcanons I'd love to see a short thing of him and his sisters in the manga or in a spin off novel,, I NEED TO KNOW THEIR DYNAMIC,,, also I'd love to know the age differences hsjdndnsdn I just wanna know everything about Barou tbh I love him so much

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the-inkwell-variable · 1 year

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NaNo Snippet -- Day 8

Hit 17,000+change words today

Despite my brain going brrrrr, I managed to hit my 1667 words, so I'm calling it to give my brain a break

Here's today's snippet which I definitely haven't been forgetting to do!

Anais sets the paper down on the table, her cereal soggy and forgotten. She glances at the stairs that lead to her sister’s room. Ana showed all of the symptoms in stage one – and a few in stage two. She thought it was just the flu – they all did. And why wouldn’t they? It’s the end of October. Someone in their family always gets sick at the end of October.

Why didn’t I catch it? She can’t help but wonder. After all, she’s the one taking care of Ana – cleaning up her vomit, feeding her, helping her to the bathroom when her body is too weak to support her weight. She washed her hands, sure – she doesn’t want to get herself or anyone else sick – but according to the notice, that’s not enough.

Do not interact with sick relatives. Do not attempt care for sick relatives.

Maybe she is sick, and she just doesn’t know it. Maybe she’s not far enough along to show symptoms yet. Maybe she’s a carrier like Typhoid Mary, spreading this weird new disease to everyone she’s come into contact with, but never showing symptoms herself.

She works – used to work in a doctor’s office. How many people stood in front of her, less than six feet away, breathing in the air she breathed out? How many times did she touch the door handle to the patient rooms, leaving invisible sickness when she let go? How many old people shook her hand across the counter, unwilling to leave the office without a gesture of goodwill?

God. She didn’t kill Jared with the scheduling book – but how many people is she killing right now?

She can’t think about it.

Anais leaves the paper on the table as the soup behind her begins to bubble and froth, threatening to spill over the steel surface of the pot. She takes it off the stove and waits a moment for it to calm down before ladeling it into a bowl. It’s not chicken noodle, the staple of flu sufferers everywhere. This is beef noodle. Ana has been craving beef – stage two symptoms: sudden craving for red meat – and can’t seem to keep down anything else.

Better to feed the craving than let her starve.

Anais carries the bowl upstairs and knocks on the door. She can barely hear her sister’s reply, but she does hear it, so she goes inside.

“Soup for the lady.”

“Thanks.” Ana struggles to push herself into a sitting position. Anais leans over to help her, unconsciously holding her breath. As if it matters. If she is meant to catch it, she would have gotten sick already. She sets the bowl on the overbed table and wheels it over. As Ana picks up the spoon, Anais can’t help but glance at her hands. Blue – just like the notice warned.

How many more of these symptoms can she ignore before she’s forced to admit that Ana has this new flu?

Do not interact with sick relatives. Do not attempt care for sick relatives.

“Anything new happen while I’m stuck up here in this stuffy room?”

Anais shrugs. “Not much. Selina and Damian have been getting along better than usual. Damian is doing a big project on cell structure for the science fair, and Selina’s doing a research report that’s worth a quarter of her grade. Things have been pretty quiet downstairs.”

“And Harley?”

“Harley has decided that wearing shoes is preferable to wet socks and is learning how velcro works. She likes the sound it makes when it tears apart, I think.”

“Wow. Are you sure I’m in my own house? Sounds like you have everything under control.” Ana spoons the soup into her mouth. Her hand shakes badly enough to spill a little onto her blanket, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “Maybe I should let you handle the parenting from now on.”

Anais forces a smile. “I’m great with kids when they’re well behaved. Just you wait until they fight over the remote – I’ll be gone so fast your head will spin.”

Ana chuckles softly. Usually Anais loves to see her sister smile, but that notice reminds her that laughter is a stage two symptom. Does she actually find the lame joke funny, or is she showing yet another symptom that she’s sicker than she looks?

“Should I take the baby downstairs?” She wants to. For the first time in her life, she wants the baby out of her sister’s room and safe in her playpen.

“No, she’s been sleeping pretty peacefully for the past few hours. I don’t mind keeping her near me for a while longer – gives me peace of mind to know she’s safe, y’know? Not that I don’t trust you with her,” Ana adds quickly, shooting her a guilty glance. “It’s a mom thing, I think. When the others were babies, I couldn’t stand to have them out of my sight either.”

“Doesn’t hurt my feelings any.” Anais edges toward the door, eager to put this room of sickness behind her. “I’m gonna go. Guess the Price is on, and you know how I love my cheesy game shows.”

“Yeah, yeah, get out of here.” Ana scoops more soup into her mouth. “Wait – that reminds me. I heard screaming yesterday. Fell asleep right after. Was that real, or was it a dream?”

The memory flashes before her face – elderly Mrs. Young giggling as she pressed her thumbs into the neighbor’s eye sockets. Anais shook her head, trying to send the memory packing. “There was some screaming, yeah. I’ll tell you about it when you’re better. Don’t want to worry you while you’re sick or anything.”

“Fair enough. But you better not forget. I might. I’ve been pretty forgetful lately. Surprised I remembered that, to be honest.” Ana leaned back in the pillows, leaving the half-empty bowl of soup for a moment. Anais moves to grab it, but her sick sister waves her off with a limply flapping hand. “Leave it. I’m not done. Just resting for a second. Sitting up is a lot harder than it was when I was your age.”

“I’ll get there soon enough, don’t you worry.”

Anais has never been so happy to leave her sick sister alone in her room.

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snailsnfriends · 2 years

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Please know I am mentally holding your poems in my hands and spinning them around super duper fast because of how brrrrr they make my brain go. I mean this in the most positive way possible. if i was the type to spam reblog things your notifications would never know peace

aww thank you so much anon!! I'm so glad you liked it so much <33

#i hope you're well #snailtrail.asks

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crystalkleure · 3 years

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I have just unearthed an old, ancient, nigh-forgotten memory from the deep infernal recesses of my subconscious

VideoNow

I used to watch, like...the same couple of episodes of My Life As A Teenage Robot and Chalk Zone on one of these things, again and again, and nothing else. I owned like one disc.

#Got a weird feeling in my spine when I remembered this thing #Mine looked literally just like the one in that picture #.It speaks #Half the time I was more entranced by watching the disc spin through the little window than I was watching the actual cartoons playing on it #I was a dumb kid #Or maybe I just dissociated a lot. If that's the case I never grew out of it because I'll still stare at ceiling fans for half an hour now.#Spinning things go brrrrr #Ah. The instinctual longing for Beyblades. Before I ever even knew what those were.

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bittybattybunny · 3 years

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Bun don't tell me you already have a plot for that mini comic you did because if you do I'm to scream at the sky (in a good way), by the way love how grooves looks in it he seems kind of wolfish? But yeah if you have a plot or idea I'd love to hear it

:’3c don’t tell me how to live my life---

okay yeah kinda it’s probs one of the happily TLC spinoffs

Actually, it’s just his harpy form. I’ve drawn it a few times but he has feathering on his face that may be why he seems ‘wolfish’ when added to his pointed ears and sharp fish eating teef

the idea is instead of treasure hunters, the Nightingale family have worked as hunters for generations, the latest generation being raised by a harpy clan. When sent to hunt a leviathan on her own (despite protests since they are regarded as such dangerous creatures, but it’s also a rite of passage for nightingales to get a solo kill) she ends up accidentally befriending a large eel like leviathan. She ends up helping him hunt and in return, he grows fond of the tiny wolf teen. She ends up bringing him home and he’s the one to say she’s his mate. He gets sad she has to leave but when she returns with a baby he’s super happy and immediately declares he’s the dad.

Her dad isn’t impressed but slowly warms up watching how happy she is considering up to that point she’d been very depressed due to the break up with her boyfriend.

he’s the one to suggest bringing him to Marcus and Marcus has a near meltdown because “wtf that’s my brother” and ru is just like “oh fuck” and has to admit to eclipse the reason he is a little less feral is he used to be human and shes just floored.

Marcus helps him get to human with the same issues as TLC and together they raise Hattie; Ru helping with the leviathan hunts when he can.

and I’ll stop there because spoilers for the actual TLC plot will once again show.

I’m so sorry I can never give you guys the full plots of these spin offs cuz they major spoil shit I have planned XD

#ask #anon #spin off thing #not art #look bun go brrrrr #im like really messed up from my allergies and im a little loopy from it

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redpandaramblings · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 20- Size Difference

18+ Minors DNI

Hello, my lovelies! Today by the request of @kat-unzel I bring to you Obey Me's Beelzebub and also a side helping of Kirishima! Enjoy!

Beelzebub

Beel. Beautiful, darling Beel.

Boy is one large tree of a demon, plus he works out and maintains a muscular physic. Big boy.

Thing is though, he doesn't fully get that he's massive. He's comfortable in his skin, and just doesn't entirely notice.

Or at least doesn't notice until he gets a partner when is at least a foot shorter than him.

Beel notices that size difference for sure. How you have to crane your neck up to look at him, how when you're tired, you're at the perfect height to bury your head in his chest; how you have to stretch to wrap your arms around his neck and even then you have to beg him to bend down to give you kisses.

He enjoys being able to scoop you up, and the man is strong, so he absolutely could. He also enjoys being able to pin you to the wall and have his wicked way with you.

And lets be real. He's got a big cock. You know it. I know it. Biiiiig old dick.

He'd love to loom over you when you're both naked, rest his cock on your belly and tell you to look at exactly how much of him you're going to take.

That being said, he's always careful. He knows it's a stretch it fit him inside and he doesn't want to hurt you. He'll only get as rough as you'd like it.

After sex, (and after sex snacks), he's an absolute cuddle monster. He will wrap himself entirely around you and he's very pleased with himself that he can do that.

Kirishima

You can not tell me that he isn't going to be an absolute mountain of a man. He is going to be fucking massive. Tall, muscly, huge. Step on me, Daddy.

Unlike Beel, Kiri is extremely aware of his size. Due to his quirk, he's very body conscious. He takes up a lot of space and doesn't want to damage anything or anyone accidentally.

He is low key terrified when he first gets an S/O significantly smaller than him. Like, he can lift you up with one arm! So there's going to be a time when he treats you like you're made of glass. It's going to take a bit to get him over that.

He absolutely loves picking you up for any reason. Sees you while he's out on patrol? He's going to pick you up and spin you around before giving you a kiss. There's going to be lots of tabloid photos of you being picked up in his arms and he's going to love it.

The first couple times with sex, you are going to have to take the lead. He's way to nervous. So push that mountain over and ride him hard. He's not going to last long when he sees how into it you are, and when he can see how he's stretching you. He'd be hooked. Lots of spontaneities sex in dubious locations would happen after that. He'd take advantage of his ability to man handle you for sure.

There are going to be many times he'll lift you up, through your legs over his shoulders, and go to town on you with his mouth. He wouldn't stop until you cry.

Biiiiiiig cock. Biiiiiiig tongue. Brain go brrrrr. enough said.

#kinktober #kinktober headcannons #reader insert #bnha reader insert #bnha kinktober #bhna headcanons #kirishima headcannons #kirishima #obey me kinktober #obey me #obey me headcanons #beel obey me #beelzebub obey me #beel headcanons

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