#The feral energy was within him all along

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Werewolf König holding you down -or up- by your hips and just fucking you like an absolute fleshlight while he’s lost in the moon sauce. Send tweet

The monster Konig thot energy has been so strong recently here what-

(Werewolf sex, Mentions of breeding, Size difference, Werewolf dick, Possessiveness, Reader getting her shop wrecked)

“K-König, g-gentle-”

It’s a plea gasped against the darkness, one that echoes softly into the forest, muffled by the sounds of the werewolf above you, bent over you, pressing you into the damp leaves and soft soil. His massive frame above you brackets you in on all sides, one bulging forearm braced well above your head, the other securing your hips flush to his, dragging you back with every brutal, snapping thrust that has him burying himself deep inside you. 

König huffs in your ear, doesn’t respond to your plea. Yet his hips do slow from their vigorous, powerful thrusting to something mildly resembling gentleness. König still doesn’t try to keep himself from drilling the tip of his monstrous shaft against the curve of your womb, rolling his hips in a dizzying onslaught that has fire brimming in your blood. Your fingers curl into the soil in a vain attempt to ground yourself, face pressed nearly flat against the forest floor, ass hauled high in the air, skirt shoved up around your waist where it bunches under his claws. 

Gods, you must look a mess.

Your eyes are glassy with pleasure, with the intoxicating, delicious drag of his girth from your velvety walls, clinging to him with every retreat. The sensation alone is enough to make you shudder, make a consuming heat pool low below your belly. It fissures outwards, tracing along every nerve ending, rendering you boneless against him as he maneuvers you to his whim. With every roll of his hips to meet yours there’s a wrecked rush of air that exhales past your swollen lips, teethed raw by your vain attempts to contain your moans. Drool pools at the corner of your mouth, brow scrunched in suffocating pleasure as the monster above you drives into you with wild abandon.

There’s a whine, broken and pleading that tears at your throat, his warm breath fogging your nape, your shoulder, where he has to restrain himself from seizing your tender flesh between his teeth. Anything to satiate the beast inside of him, to tame the growling, rampant fever that stalks in his bones with the feral urge to claim, to breed.

There’s a pause for a moment as the beast growls into your ear, and the sound alone has you whimper, pliant and submissive under him like a pup. You don’t dare move, knowing König will only press you back where he wants you, cave to his desire to have you how he wants you. You go willingly, surrender to him and the monster coiled within his frame. The moon above you both hangs yellow and full, gleaming like the untamed glint in the eyes of your strange lover. 

König withdraws completely, and the loss of complete and utter fullness is so startling that you whine, try and press back to chase him. Yet the weight across your shoulders vanishes, and instead two massive paws come to grasp below your hips. With his terrifying strength König lifts you, has you fall back against his broad, hairy chest with a shuddering gasp. Your hands fall to grasp the fur on his arms, anchoring yourself even as the world spins around you, the cool mist a balm to your feverish, sweaty skin. 

Yet then you feel the tip of him catch against your stretched entrance, and there’s little warning before Konig lowers you down.

The moan that ruptures from your chest cracks your voice, cunt fluttering helplessly around his girth, stretching you wide around him. It isn’t long before König resumes his previous pace, battering against you as skin meets skin, as every thrust has a cracked cry bubble up inside you. 

“You are mine.” He growls in your ear, teeth skimming dangerously over the exposed flesh of your shoulder, threatening to add to the litany of marks there from his previous claims. You grasp at him, drag him closer as the teeth press down into the skin. “Nobody else.”

“My mate. Mine.”

#werewolf! König #konig smut #konig x you #konig x reader #könig x reader #This is so filthy I swear- #thursday night thots

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just a little something for the darling @yournowheregirl to wake up to! it sounds kinda dumb and insignificant, but i always appreciate your tags in the fun tag games that come across your dash and for always being one of the first that ask something from those ‘ask me’ posts i reblog! it makes me feel appreciated and i am super grateful every time 🥰🫶🥹

There was meant to be two beds.

Steve specifically got a double king room for the goblins, and another room with two queens for him and Eddie.

So of course as soon as they got into Milwaukee the night before the D&D themed nerd fest, the (actually very nice) woman at the front desk says: “We had to swap around the rooms, but the two will still sleep all you boys, don’t worry!”

Whatever. That’s fine, right? They’ll all have a spot to sleep the next two nights they’re here for the kids’ (and Eddie’s) dragon game convention.

He gets back to their rented minivan and passes the key cards to Eddie in the passenger seat.

The van was just the first point of contention between him and the kids’ beloved Dragon Meister, followed closely by…everything else.

The first thing Eddie said when Steve showed up in the rented van was “King Steve is coming along on our journey?”, to which Steve could only respond with “This ‘super cool’ guy you assholes have been going on about this whole time is Eddie “The Freak” Munson? Really?”

Following closely behind are: the tapes and tapes of loud garbled ‘music’ Eddie insists on playing, his absolutely tragic way of unwrapping Steve’s burgers for him when they stop for lunch, the wariness Steve has in the first place about this being the guy Dustin wouldn’t stop talking so highly about…this nerdy, obnoxious, third-time senior…great.

“204 is the Hellions’ room, 207 is us.”

Eddie bends an arm backwards into the feral beast enclosure the second two rows have become over the last six hours and Steve’s surprised he still has his hand when it returns to the front.

Steve gets the van parked in the hotel’s garage, and they head up to their rooms.

“Alright, assholes,” he says to the somehow still rambunctious masses, “This is you guys, Make sure you’re up by eight so we—“

“Yeah Steve, we got it,” Dustin scoffs, “As if we’d risk being late to this.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a “Fine, goodnight.” and shuffles the few steps across the hall to his and Eddie’s door, leaving the troops to file into theirs.

The only thought in his head is of laying down and getting the fuck to sleep. It wasn’t even that late but—

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.”

So that’s what brings them here. To their one barely queen sized bed.

“I guess I’m on the floor then, huh?”

“I’m not about to let you sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, the King has chivalry does he?” Eddie rolls his eyes and throws his duffle onto the armchair in the corner.

“As much as you, asshole; I just want you to have the energy to corral the gremlins tomorrow.” Steve scrubs a hand down his face. “Look, we’ll just deal with it tonight and I’ll get another room tomorrow.” he lies. As if he’s got the cash for that.

Eddie looks him over, and seems to come to whatever conclusion he needs to because he says “Fine, but you better not be a blanket hog.”

Eddie’s the worst blanket hog Steve’s ever had the displeasure of knowing.

He thought Robin was bad, but this is something else.

Eddie’s fully a burrito within an hour of laying down. After a hearty, but silent, game of tug of war over the worn duvet.

Steve falls asleep angry and cold, and wakes up on a cloud.

He’s so warm and so entangled in the comforter, he can’t help but snuggle deeper into the pillow he’s clutched onto.

The pillow hums back at him and scoots itself under his chin with a sigh.

Steve squeezes tighter onto the pillow momentarily, but his curiosity of why his pillow’s making noise gets the better of him.

He cracks his eyes open, looking down at the thing in his arms.

It shifts as well, and Eddie Munson blinks up at him with those (holy shit…beautiful, deep, dark) doe eyes of his.

“Hi.” Steve breathes.

Eddie’s eyes flutter shut, and shuffles himself back into Steve’s neck.

Steve chooses to blame the still sleepy bit of him for curving himself back around Eddie.

“How’d you sleep?” Steve whispers into the now-bared hairline under the other man’s bangs.

“Fucking amazing…” Eddie mumbles, snaking an arm over Steve’s waist and settling a hand in the middle of his back. “How ‘bout you, Stevie?”

“Stevie, huh?” Steve chuckles.

It’s only then that Eddie seems to come to his senses, his head shooting up before he scrambles away, falling straight onto his back between the opposite side of the bed and the wall with an “Oof!” and a “Fuck!”

“Oh shit!” Steve shuffles off the bed and helps Eddie back up, ”You alright, Eds?”

“Yeah..yeah, I’m fine..” Steve gets Eddie back on his own two feet and (reluctantly) lets him go once he’s stable.

‘Reluctantly? Why reluctantly? What the hell??’

“Sorry I was all over you, not the greatest thing to wake up to, huh?” Eddie says, huffing a sardonic laugh under his breath.

Steve hums nonchalantly, “It wasn’t all bad, I slept pretty fucking amazing too.”

Eddie hums an acknowledgment, then: “I wouldn’t—“ Eddie starts at the same time Steve says “I should—“

“You go ahead,”

Eddie’s hands come up between them, spinning the rings on his fingers nervously. “I was going to say that…I.. Iwouldn’tmindifyoustayedtonight..too.”

Steve blinks. “Good thing I was going to say that I really should save my money.”

Eddie’s smile is slightly nervous, but there’s a hopeful tinge to it that Steve can only assume means what he thinks it does (hopes it does).

“Leaves me with more to spend on the Gremlins, right?” he shrugs.

Eddie beams. “Glad to know we’re on the same page, Harrington.”

also, if you haven’t heard it recently: Alice, YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE 🤩

#and there was only one bed #oh nooo what ever shall they doooo #be pleasantly surprised by the company of the other in that bed 😏 #that’s what #also ps i looked it up so it’s accurate #gencon is the dnd convention and between 1985 and 2003 it was held in milwaukee #about 4 hours from indianapolis #so +2 hours for hypothetical additional time from hawkins #in my head this is a trip just before school starts in 1985 since gen con was aug 22-25 that year #dw about the logistics of the party’s parents letting them go lmao #maybe the party meet eddie at a the local game store and somehow convince steve and their parents to let them go before the year starts #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #st #st ficlet #steddie ficlet #noelle writes

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Jessica's Weakness

NSFW ahead.

“J…J..jjjajaauaunenee~!!”  

Jessica Cruz, the Green Lantern from Prime Earth, found herself in a situation that she could have never imagined.  The situation at hand was so dire, that even her unending willpower was quickly diminishing.  She could feel her strength leave her body, her eyes shutting tight for fear of what was to come.  She couldn’t believe that her most horrendous position would come not at the hand of a powerful being, a world destroying menace.  It wasn’t at the hand of Darkseid, nor was it at the vile hands of the Fear Mongering Sinestro!  

Though her foe did conjure images of the color yellow within her mind, he was anything but like those she had thought of when her end came to mind.  No, he was a simple boy, from a different world.  He was a young man who she found herself confiding in, feeling comfortability with.  Perhaps that was her downfall, that very weakness she had given herself, lending her heart onto another!  It was those feelings that led her here, and in the now?  In the now she wasn’t sure she’d be able to escape his grasps.

For his hold on her was stronger than any vice, as if she was entrapped by the energy of a Yellow Lantern, his aura, quite literally, filled her body.  It consumed her every thought, and her every movement.  

Before her was a young man, who had gone through just as much, if not more pain than she had.  She empathized with him, could feel his true feelings, and she knew he had the making of someone great.  

So she couldn’t believe herself, when she had made a simple jest.  A little joke as they found themselves trapped within the small confines of the walls that felt as if they were closing in around her.

“I could do better than she could.”  

It was… perhaps a little cruel, but she couldn’t help it.  She saw the way he looked at the other woman, even though they both knew she wasn’t real… he still trusted her with his entire heart.  And it was at that single moment that she felt something, something unbecoming of one who champions peace, and justice.  She found herself feeling the ugly green beast known as jealousy.  Ironic that green was her color, even more so when she realized how quickly she’d fallen for the man.

She supposed it only made sense, jaune was her weakness after all.  So she couldn’t help those envious feelings from boiling within her chest.  Only growing stronger as he insisted to follow along with the obvious trap.  She herself supposed that she had no right to speak, for she did the same thing.  

She followed suit, tracking the young man from behind until they found themselves locked in a room.  And now she found herself losing her mind, her heart shattering for several reasons.

And of course, it was while they were in this dire situation that she had given in, and made a small joke.  One she… perhaps didn’t fully regret.  It was that one joke that set everything into motion.  The look in his eyes was practically feral, a beast before his prey.  She couldn’t even fathom that her actions would lead to her current situation.

So that's how she found herself here and now.  Her back was up against a wall, her head pushed further back.  She couldn’t believe that her first time could feel so good and painful all at the same time!

Even now, she found it hard to put her thoughts together, nothing formulating within her brain other the sensation of lightning jolting from her core to her head.  It felt as if fireworks were going off, and every thing that happened to her was amplified.  Her eyes flashed open for a bit, a powerful green glow covering her pupils as her lantern abilities went off without any thought.

“J..jauaune!”  She cried his name again, feeling dominated by the situation.  

However, he didn’t let her speak, her voice silenced by the feeling of his lips pressed up against her own.  “Mnagnghm~”  She moaned into his touch, her back arching as her she pushed her chest up to his.  She could feel his strong movements, from the grip of his powerful hands tightly curling his fingers into her round ass.  To the brushing of her bare chest up against his.

She gasped for air, taking a brief respite as he pulled back from her.  Her chest heaved, moving up and down as she took the precious few seconds to inhale and exhale as much as possible, only for her actions to be cut short once more.  

His lips smashed into her, his body completely dominating her every action as he forced her up and into the wall.  Her state of lightheadedness caused her to feel faint.  It was as if she was flying without the use of her ring, an exhilarating feeling she wasn’t sure how she felt about just yet… which was why she needed more to find out.

The slapping of flesh dominated every sound she heard.  His body, so big and strong compared to hers, created loud slapping SMACKS as he rammed that massive beast inside of her.  

She couldn’t believe how easily he’d fit, as if her body had already decided that it would be perfect for him.  A conditional reaction, where she’d allowed him to spear not only all the way inside of her, but even deeper than that.  She could feel the tip of his cock rummaging up against her womb.  Her cervix weakened and beaten by the beat after beat that Jaune had pushed into her.  

Her fingers curled, tightening into balled fists as he continued to keep her pinned.  She felt her body jolt as his nails dug deep into her ass.  God!  The way he fondled her rear end was nothing short of incredible.  She couldn’t believe how skilled he was, was it practice from before?  Had that woman taken his precious virginity?  Or was this all natural instinct?  

Regardless of which one, she was grateful for how good he made her feel.  How his fingers rolled and dug into her thick rear backside that he seemed to love so much.  

She could feel her fat folds form creases around his digits as he tightened his grip, the tips digging at her crevice, peeling her sweaty wet cheeks apart and letting them smack together with a palpable PLAP of clapping flesh.  

“Nggh!”  She groaned into his body once more, feeling her legs hike into the air as he repositioned himself.  She found herself curled into a ball, her eyes continuously rolling into the back of her head as she felt his tongue invade her lips.  

She could only surrender to his touch.  Her feelings blossomed into something far more than simple infatuation as he continued to properly breed her.

Jaune wasn’t sure why he was doing this, what had ushered him to act so feral?  Maybe it was the loneliness finally getting to him, the fact that he’d seen her again? Only to have her taken away from him again, and again, and again.  His feelings had been mushed, battered, beaten.  He felt so alone in this world, where his friends had someone to rely on.

Maybe… maybe that was why he found himself giving into someone he’d only met just a few hours before.  Someone who… oddly enough, seemed to understand how he felt.  He knew that a connection had been formed between them, something deep and meaningful.

So when she egged him on, he simply lost himself, utterly dominated by the primal bestial pride that came with being an Arc.  His parents had proven just how virile they were, and maybe this was what he needed?  

He wasn’t even sure what lead up to this point, he didn’t remember stripping down to nothing, nor did he remember disrobing the small petite woman before him.  All he knew was that he was balls deep inside of her, he… he wasn’t sure if he felt guilty or not.  Knowing that he had practically forced himself on her, but the way she had looked at him.  The seductive gazes she’d passed his way, or the way she’d shockingly lowered her clothing, giving him a peak of the cleanly shaven slit below… he couldn’t misread that.

And the way she pushed into him, her own fingers now digging into his back.  His aura refusing to activate as the pain she inflicted upon him as she dug her nails deep, grinding against his chiseled features, seemed to bring him just as much pleasure.

He could feel his name upon her lips, her tongue quickly pressing against his own as their mouths continuously pushed into one another.  Saliva trickled from one to the other as they swapped spit. 

Her pussy was beyond heavenly, it was just as small and tight as she was!  He’d been surprised when not only had he hit her cervix three fourths of the way in, but then had managed to push all the way.  

He’d heard jokes from the guys at Beacon, pride and boastful comments about re-arranging a girls guts.  He’d never put much stock into them, ignoring the rather frustrating way that they spoke of their friends.

But here he was, doing exactly that, to a girl that was smaller than Ruby.  Smaller than Ruby was back at Beacon!  That was… that was a crazy thought. 

Gods he was utterly addicted to her, from her scent to her soft high pitched moans that reached his ears, piercing the loud heavy smacks of body to body contact.  He just couldn’t get enough of her!  And the way her ass felt against his fingers?  Fuck, he just had to squeeze down and take more.  Her thick round brown bottom was the perfect thing to hold and fold beneath his grip.

HIs fingers continued to dig, the tips tugging at the center where her cheeks met, splitting them apart and letting them clash back together with loud claps.

His hips continued to gyrate, rocking back and forth as her tight cunt squeezed around his dick.  Her pussy was the perfect  shape, folding around his shaft.  He wondered how the two of them ended up so compatible, considering this was their first and perhaps only time.  

The way that her pussy created a perfect mold of his dick, tightly milking his length with every thrust.  He just knew that he was addicted.  And to show his appreciation, his thrusting furiously grew with every passing second.  

Their bodies continued to pump into one another, her body giving into him as she practically threw herself at him.  All the while they continued to kiss, continued to feel and enjoy one another without giving way to any other feelings.

His head felt so very cloudy, his thoughts about the moments before, utterly removed and dominated by her.  By the woman before him, his everything was practically hers at this very second.

His toes curled and dug into the flooring as he tried to find the perfect way to keep her pinned, her small stature pressed up against a wall that had the most clear space.  

He could feel her pussy juices trickling down his glistening shaft, thick rolls of fluids running down his legs, splattering against her pelvis. 

She was so wet and so warm, her body was almost like a furnace.

He could feel her nails digging into his back, her legs gripping onto his sides.

His own hands were now tangled in her hair, his fingers pulling her head up and down, forcing her to keep kissing him as his own lips continued to press up against hers.

The smell of both sweat and sex filled the room, the air thick with the stench of their combined bodily wastes.

Jaune felt her legs wrap around his waist, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer and tighter, her lips locking into his once more.

She continued to grind into him, her body shaking and trembling as he kept pounding into her, his cock spearing her depths as deep as he could manage. Jess couldn't believe how addictive this was, how she hadn't done this before!

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized why she hadn't. She hadn't found that one person yet, and to her surprise, here he was, from another world! God, the more they continued to enjoy one another, the more she began to come to a conclusion.

Earth had enough Green Lantern's to keep it safe. She knew that Remnant was in need of a hero... of course, that was simply a byproduct of what she wanted. What she wanted was to be with the big, loving man before her. She could feel the heat that started at her core, quickly spreading all over her body. Her caramel skin coating a deep crimson as she lost herself to his touch.

Her body aching for more as her toes curled inwards. Every muscle in her body tightened upon her movements. Her head was so hazy that she couldn't think properly, and even when she did open her eyes, her vision was blurred, washed with sweat and insanity slowly sipping into her. She wasn't sure how long she could go for, but she needed to make the most of it.

God having him inside of her felt so right, her pussy, small and snug as it was, completely opened for him. Whenever he pulled out, she felt a gaping loneliness that she needed to be filled by him once more. His heat burned her insides, churning her desires and creating this weird sensation she wasn't quite familiar with.

Now she wondered if he wasn't the only beast in the room. She felt her body practically growing hot and ready for the child-bearing sex that was surely to come from this. She knew she could perhaps make a bubble, a protection to keep herself from being filled by his seed. But she didn't want to do that, she wanted him to douse her womb with thick hot virile Arc cum!

Even more so when she realized how completely and utterly fertile she was right now. She was practically forced into a makeshift ovulation, her ovaries begging for her to be filled to the brim so they could enjoy their precious sweet flavored drink.

That was… that was so fucking erotic, the idea of him making a baby with her. A child that would be just like him, and just like her. It was such an amazing concept, and she knew that he felt the same, she could feel him reacting just as hard as she did.

He was so incredibly deep inside of her, his cock buried all the way to the hilt, his hips grinding against hers, his balls smacking against her ass.

She found herself pulling her left hand upwards, letting her fingers slink into those messy blonde strands off his. She could feel the sweet matt his hair to her fingers, but that only seemed to turn her on even more. There was something about knowing how wet and messy they were, their bodies practically drenched with their bodiliy fluids, that sent her heart racing.

Her other hand, continued to mark her territory, she wanted the world to know that he was hers now! And she would do anything to keep it that way. She was grateful that he seemed to like the idea, the pain that he was experiencing only driving him to enjoy and delve into her further.

She gasped again, feeling his hands tighten, she swore that her ass would be redder than sun come the morning. But god did she love that idea, his fingers imprinting themselves upon him, she just knew that she'd become addicted to it if he suddenly started to-

SMACK

"Ahngh! O...oh god!" She barely got out a loud moan as his hand met against her ass, his palms striking clear at the center point of her right cheek! His hands were so big and strong that she swore he managed to cover the entirety of her cheeks.

She could feel hot flashes pulse through her as he did it again, and then again. His acts of dominance completely driving her mad as he practically tore into her with slap after slap.

She was right earlier, this was addicting, and by the god above, did she want more.

Her body continued to bounce of his hips, her own movements meeting his as she did her best to take him as deep and down as she could. His massive mast moving further within her, shoving her cervix back and against her belly. Her guts were being re-arranged, her insides best moving to suit his needs and pleasure.

His cock was so large and so thick, his girth so much that she could swear he was trying to tear her apart, to take her to a whole new level of pain.

And that was just the way that she liked it, her pussy throbbing with each thrust, her body shaking and quivering with every one of his thrusts.

His hands continued to strike against her, leaving behind bright red marks that she was certain would soon fade away, the only evidence of his dominance. The only sign that he was in control of her, of her body.

His lips continued to press against her, his tongue invading her mouth, his teeth grazing against her own, his saliva mixing with her own. They tasted so good together, their tongues dancing as their lips continued to lock into one another.

The way that their bodies were rubbing into one another, the way that he was so deep inside of her, was just so unbelievably satisfying to her. She loved the way that her small body felt so dwarfed by his, the way that he could easily fill every inch of her, his cock sliding against her walls, his hips pushing her back.

She could feel the heat of his body, the sweat that was rolling down his face and body. He was so incredibly hot, his body so warm and so inviting. She could feel her body warming up to him, her body becoming so much more receptive to his.

He was so good to look at too, he was so tall and so muscular. He looked like the perfect man, and she was so glad that he was hers at this moment. She would have never imagined that he would be her type, she was so used to big muscular men all around her, that she never found herself interested. Which was why she knew they were soulmates, that she belonged to him, as much as he belonged to her!

Her mind continued to spin as she forcefully bounced herself onto him, feeling him stretching her pussy wide open, the curved head, scraping at her insides, grinding against the itches that continued to build. Her satisfaction was getting closer and closer as he continued to pleasure her in ways her fingers or toys could never hope to achieve.

Having a real live dick inside of her was so different and intoxicating that she wanted to be like this forever. She could never imagine going home, not when something like this, not when he was like this, not when he was here. She needed him in her life, and she was going to make sure that it stayed like this, no matter what!

He was of the same thought, he wasn't sure he could live without her now. He would willingly follow her... if he could, if they could. He just... he wanted her in his life, a dependency upon the small woman before him was forming, and he just wanted to make sure that they were together forever now.

He needed to show her how much he adored and needed her. So his thrusts once more picked up the pace, her insides stroking his dick. He could feel every ridge within her pussy as he shifted his hips to grind the head against her upper walls. He could feel her shirking, her body jolting suddenly as he seemed to hit a spot she seemed to most enjoy.

Her body was so tight, so small, so tight and small, he could literally feel her shaking with every move. Her insides were so snug and so inviting, he could tell that she was so wet, so ready to be filled.

As he continued to slam himself into her, his hands gripped into her waist and he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her and holding her to him as he continued to pound into her. She seemed so fragile, but he could feel her muscles tightening, her body was so soft and so yielding.

He felt her body begin to tighten as he pushed into her, her insides clashing with his shaft, sending waves of heat throughout her body. The way she moved with every thrust only spurned him to continue. The sound of their bodies clapping together as his balls wound forward to slap against her ass, was nothing short of music to his ears.

He found himself completely devoted to her, feeling her as well as he could. Once more he concentrated on their kiss as his tongue smothered her own. She tasted so good, her mouth so sweet and so addictive, he could feel his own heart racing.

She began to gasp and moan, her breathing picking up the pace, her voice beginning to grow louder with every passing moment. Each time his cock slid across her sensitive folds, her body reacted violently. She was so damn sexy, her form so beautiful and so enticing.

He knew that he was at his limits, and by the way that she seemed to push into him, trying to get him as deep as she could.  He knew she was on her own as well.

“J…Jaune…inside ple…please…”  

He… he was worried about what would come, what would happen if he spilled his seed directly into her womb.  But the offer was far too exciting to turn down.  He couldn’t stop his hips from moving quicker and harsher than before, not with how addictive this act of sex was.  In fact he couldn’t keep himself contained any longer.  Their bodies now rocking back an forth with nothing short of sexual violence.

His fingers now dug firmly into her ass, making sure to mark her already red rear with his imprints.  He was going to make sure she would remember his touch from here on forward.

And just the same, her nails once more dug into his back, leaving bright red trails across his skin.

The two of them found themselves perfectly in-sync with one another as they both reached their climax.  

It was a burst of only a few seconds, but to the other it felt like it lasted an eternity.  Jessica convulsed violently, feeling her entire body give into the pleasure as powerful shockwaves shot through her.

Everything happening created powerful pulses within her brain that practically broke her.  Her every thought completely whited out as his seed filled her womb.  Glob after glob was injected directly into her.  And it only took her a matter of seconds to realize that she was definitely going to wind up pregnant from this!

That very thought was enough to send her into a quick successive orgasm, one that was ushered forward by his still rocking hips.

Jaune could not stop fucking her, he couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried.  Even after he continued to dump load after load of cum inside of her pussy.  He just… he wasn’t able to keep himself from continuing.  It was as if he’d unlocked his true semblance, the ability to create an unending source of cum.  Because the more he fucked her, the more he left her body in shambles, filling her womb over and over with thick globs of seed that coated her insides.

He could only imagine how it must have felt or looked like, her insides coated a thick white paint, as he practically unloaded his entire load in one shot after another.

It was crazy, because the more he did it, the more his world began to spin.

The two of them continued on for god knows how long.  Their bodies perfectly in-sync with one another.

The thoughts of their friends vanish for the brief respite that they got to enjoy the other person.

Thankfully, after several more enjoyable moments, the two of them would remember their duty.  And filled with new found responsibility, Jessica found herself once more.

Through their combined might, they were able to save the day.

And at the end?  When goodbyes were said?  Jessica didn’t, she didn’t have to… because she found herself, in a world she didn’t know.  In the arms of a man she would love for the rest of her life.

#Jaune Arc #Jessica Cruz #Jaune Arc x Jessica Cruz #Knight light #knightlight

[deaconusdelirium]

Readers Unconscious

Alright, it’s been a long time since I wrote for any CoD characters, so forgive me if they seem OOC (but hey, it’s fanfic so who cares?)

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Request: "I am so excited for the campaign. But I also had a request sent to you in the past, about how the Cold War characters would carry you if you were to pass out. Could I change that to the Task force 141, Los vaqueros and shadow company? Maybe add Woods? Also, they have feelings for the reader but they don't want her to know 👉👈"

You're wish is my command love<3

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley-

Ghost is used to people being in his personal space. He wants the enemy to know that he's not scared of them especially with how close they are. So he tries to wake you up at first, shaking you a bit, and there's really no time to sit and wait. He was going to just carry you with both arms but he has all that extra equipment on his chest and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. So he kinda just.. pulls you up onto his back, like a piggy back ride. He couldn't care less on personal space in a time like this so he pretty much just lets you take all the time you need.

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish-

This man has feral energy. We've seen first hand his level of sarcasm and what his humors like. But he can also be very serious, so when you're out like a light, he panics before trying to radio Ghost on what to do. However he's not picking up and that leaves him alone. He tries to find the best position to pick you up without making it awkward, considering the feelings he's had tucked away for awhile. But the easiest way for him was to just last you across his shoulders like basic training does. He's not the best in stealth so it leaves room for him to reach for his gun without dropping you

Alejandro Vargas-

My man is very very respectful, he doesn't want to touch you in anyway that makes you or him feel weird or bad about it later. If anything, Rodolfo is most likely with him, so he can always ask to have him throw one arm around his shoulder while he grabs the other. But say it's just the two of you, then what? He's straight to the point about things, so he's not wasting any time. He wants to get out of this situation fast, he also wants you to be safe, making him speed up the process. He doesn't wear many stuff, so throwing you over his shoulder will do, so even when you wake up he'll just plant you right back on your feet

Phillip Graves-

Graves is respectful when others are around, but when they aren't, all that, just goes out the window. He probably wouldn't like it when you do pass out, most likely reprimand you later on. But he also can't help but feel bad, he wants to show you he can be caring, so not taking it out on you is him being nice. If anything, he'll have one of his shadows carry you instead of him doing so himself. But if they're all out in different positions leaving just the two of you. He's already somewhat upset and having you unconscious gets a little more on his nerves. Don't expect him to be gentle, he keeps one hand on his gun and the other is grabbing the little handle on the back of your vest and dragging you along. Just be grateful he didn't leave you where you were, that's him being generous

Frank Woods-

I feel like his is pretty obvious, but that might just be me. But remember when Woods had to drag Mason? It's like that, but it's not. He likes you, and the thing you two have going on is something he wants to see where it leads to. He's very touchy feely with you, and has no problem carrying you bridal style, we all know he has a chaotic personality, so carrying you like this is probably the most gentlest way he could carry you in this situation. He somewhat takes it serious within that time, careful not to hurt you or put you in an uncomfortable position. He checks on you every now and then just to make sure you're still breathing

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Copy and pasted from Wattpad.

Get ready fckrs, this new game has me feeling… feelings

Ghost👀

#Simon ghost Riley #johnny soap mactavish #Alejandro Vargas #phillip graves #Frank woods #call of duty modern warfare #MWII #spoilers #call of duty Warzone #black ops Cold War #cod x reader #x reader

[lokvadnod]

Hi there! I just found this blog and omg I've found my people lol. I just read your response to an ask requesting how one of our yautja boys would react to their human going down on them for the first time, which was incredibly hot and also hilarious, and I had to ask - do you envision the same sort of reaction from a female yautja? Because not to get too into it here in your asks unprompted - but if there's one way this gal wants to go out its with her head between Those Thighs TM

You and I are in the same boat, friend. (Says a creepy voice from the shadows as I rise from the grave with this post lol)

(My take on this with a male yautja can be found here.)

I kinda feel like a female Yautja would be a lot more calm, a lot more logical, and way more permissive from the jump. A Yautja female doesn't have to worry about an appendage being gnawed off, and she certainly doesn't have any perturbation about your oral structure, as dull and unthreatening as it looks. I don't think female-receiving oral is a big thing for Yautja, (though it's far more probable than its male counterpart) but maybe they engage in tongue action from time to time with their own species. I do, however, think that the idea of lips, blunt teeth, and a wider, much smoother tongue would interest a female yautja enough to make her want to try it from the minute the topic is raised...

Mature content below the cut

Terrifying could be a very fitting adjective for your situation for some. A less seasoned human in the fine art of romancing deadly extraterrestrials would probably have bowed out long before now, before a massive, clawed hand could find purchase on the back of your fragile, tiny head.

She's 8 and a half feet of nothing but thew and venom. More muscle than you've ever seen packed onto a curvy frame, with muscular pectorals and the nicest ass and hips you've ever seen. And it's all wrapped in a pretty package of dappled greens and browns, textured skin pulled over the planes of her body in such a right way that it isn't fair.

She's absolutely gorgeous... you know, in her own viscerally terrifying way.

Currently a grunting, growling mess, all teeth and fire-eyes as she writhes beneath you, she's even more alluring. Like a needy predator with deadly claws, she grinds just this side of too hard into your face with a rolling insistence that sparks at your need to provide and please her, wanton enough to inspire a succinct pride within you that you are the source of such a massive, intimidating galactic predator's pleasure.

"Right there." She grits through her teeth, somehow making it sound like a plea and a demand in one. Tree trunk thighs tighten around your head, careful not to pop it like a too-ripe watermelon, and she goes completely still.

Convergent evolution - if such concepts can be applied interplanetarily- is a magnificent thing. Darwin, or what dust is left of him after those centuries past, should be doing backflips in his grave...

In two beats, she's gone, mewling to the stars on the other side of the tempered window in wild bursts of feral pleasure, praying to her brutal gods in a fraternal echo of any human ever to be in her position. Every muscle, previously taut enough that it felt like you could be doing unspeakable things to a boulder, whips along the complete axis of it's motion, spasming in wild bursts of pleasure. As she comes down, panting and growling, she goes limp, only exerting enough energy to haul you up along her frame so you can rest atop her.

On your lips, linger the alien taste of her release, like something not quite familiar enough for a name or a likeness. Gently, she caresses you, tapered claws trailing up and down your back as you rise and fall in time with her massive chest.

"You..." she pants, and you're struck anew with pride at how unraveled you can get her, gruff and unmovable as she usually is. "You are quite skilled with that mouth of yours."

Compliments as such are not unheard of from her but they do fall sparingly and so you soak this one up with a grin. Those shark-like eyes that you've grown to love wander over your face, mapping the topography as if trying to discern for herself what makes your facial structure so pleasurable.

"Consider my ego stroked," you joke, and those eyes swipe up to bore into yours.

"You would like something else stroked." It's not a question, it's a statement she knows to be true and she gives you no time to answer before she rolls and she's on top of you.

Already breathless, you chuckle and bloom beneath her, body spreading under her wandering claws that you know from experience she can use so skillfully...

#This is.... a very late answer #anon if you ever see this I'm sorry I made you wait 15 million years lol #yautja #predator #female yautja

[a-slut-for-smut]

Mine.

This time Gojo allows Utahime to scream all she wants- and she does- all forms of incoherent nonsense along with a mantra of his name pour out of her throat, her head thrown back and her back arching in between the driver and passenger seats, desperately clutching onto the headrests; the windows quickly fogging up from the heat of their bodies and breath.  

A primal need takes over his mind, the intense desire to mark, to stake his claim over her body with his cock, his hands, his mouth, his tongue.

@nsfwgoutaweek2023 Day 3 & 6 "Semi-public/Pubilc" and "Marking Kink”

******************** “If I ever decide to become a professional prostitute, you would be my only client.  And I wouldn’t charge- being with you is payment enough.  I’m basically a whore for you anyway so it’s not far off.”  Gojo admits with a sly grin.

Utahime laughs.  “Likewise, kouhai.  In fact, giving you payment is my favorite part.  Allow me to demonstrate.” Her hand then expertly unfastens his pants, unzips his fly and pulls out his semi-hard erection.

“Senpai! I’m driving!”  He half gasps, half moans out.

“Well, you better concentrate on getting us to your place faster then.” She retorts deviously as she leans over and promptly swallows him whole.

Gojo hisses sharply; she’s taking him so mercilessly he has to bite his tongue to retain some semblance of sanity; for his hands to stay on the wheel and his eyes on the road.  Utahime was in take-no-prisoners mode, the intense suction and wet sounds from her mouth along with her grip on his shaft made it clear she would accept nothing but his unconditional surrender.   He couldn’t stop himself from sighing and moaning, his hips bucking up in his seat into her hot, wet mouth.  As she drags her tongue up along the base of his shaft only to instantly deepthroat him entirely again, something deep within him snaps- he wasn’t going to make it, he needed to have her in all her entirety, right fucking now .  

He turns into the next small street he sees, hellbent on finding some dark alley to park when he spots one.  He pulls in recklessly, rips her mouth off his cock with a searing kiss, unbuckles his seatbelt and swings open his door.  Utahime watches in heated anticipation as he rounds the front of the car to nearly tear off her own door, wretches her out of her seat and all but throws her face forward across the car hood, all the while his rock hard erection bouncing out of his pants.  

She cries out in surprise as he hikes her skirt up and rips off her panties, aligning himself before thrusting all the way inside without any preamble, taking her as mercilessly as she was him moments ago.  She lets out a moaning scream but is abruptly cut off when a large hand clamps down her mouth, the other grasping her wrists together and securing them behind her back without breaking rhythm, intent on taking no prisoners of his own.  

Muffled moans and pleased grunts coupled with the frantic slap of flesh upon flesh break the silence of the otherwise quiet street, the silhouettes of their brutal joining illuminated on the adjacent brick wall from the ambient glow from headlights.  

Nothing thrills or makes Utahime come quicker than driving Gojo feral, to his breaking point, to the point where he loses himself inside her. She quickly succumbs to his savagery, crying out under his harsh grip, her legs quivering and trembling from the intensity of it.  Gojo hisses; thrusting one last time as deep as he could before pulling her back up, dragging her towards the backseat and throwing her inside.  He shuts all the doors with cursed energy as he slides in, grabbing her waist and roughly impales her in his lap.  

He pulls down the front of her top to expose her breasts, wanting to watch them bounce as she did on his lap, anchoring her hips to his own with a vice-like grip as he in no uncertain terms railed her into next week.  This time he allows her to scream all she wants, and she does, all forms of incoherent nonsense along with a mantra of his name pour out of her throat, her head thrown back and with her back arching in between the driver and passenger seats, desperately clutching onto the headrests; the windows quickly fogging up from their heat of their bodies and breath.  

A primal need takes over his mind, the intense desire to mark, to stake his claim over her body with his cock, his hands, his mouth, his tongue. By her 5th orgasm he bursts within her, his hot seed searing his name and scent across her inner walls, branding her with his signature.

She’s utterly boneless in the aftermath, passing out within a few minutes.  Gojo doesn’t bother trying to wake her, instead adjusting her so he can get the seat belt fastened across her and draping her prone form with his blazer.   The drive back to his place is otherwise uneventful, with him carrying her from his car to his bed, tenderly cradling her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

And as far as he was concerned, she was.

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way late....but honestly is it ever too late for smut? 😁 anyway thats just an appetizer, get the rest of the juicy meal here 😇

#gojohime #gojo satoru #iori utahime #gouta week #gouta week 2023 #gojo x utahime #gouta #jujutsu kaisen #utahime iori #satoru gojo #jjk fanfic #jjk gojo #jjk utahime #gojohime fanfic #gojo smut #jjk smut #smut #jjk

[thetypingpup]

Fuck the thought of San just getting feral and so turned on by the sight of you is so hot. Like he’s so desperate to get off from looking at you that you just need to lay there and tease him, running your hands along your body and shaking your ass in a way that has him thinking about nothing other than covering that ass in cum.

see with demon!san i was thinking about corruption kink, but if you were just as shameless as him...oh he's absolutely in heaven. if you were the one to seduce him and tease him, he's desire for you only rages within him like a blazing flame. and he likes that real shameless shit too, especially when the weather gets warmer. it's like the warmth awakens the whore within you and he absolutely adores it. he loves all of the not so subtle ways you seduce him, like licking and sucking on a popsicle so he can imagine his cock is in your mouth instead. he likes watching your ass move beneath a sundress knowing you're not wearing panties underneath, just so the breeze can make your scent waft to his nose and he can watch your ass bounce when you walk. he likes when you wear tank tops and low cut shirts just so he can eye the swell of your breasts and think about putting his mouth all over them.

oh but he especially loves when you play innocent with him. like you can see his eyes going dark with lust, see the way his tongue slips from his lips at the thought of putting his mouth on you. he loves when you just tilt your head and act all innocent when you ask, "sannie? is something wrong? what're you looking at?"

and if you're in public then he can't very well say he was thinking about shoving his face between your boobs or jerking off and cumming on your ass, and having you snap him out of his lewd thoughts like that would have him flustered in a way he fucking loves. the constant push and pull, back and forth of primal energy, concealed under a somewhat respectable veneer, makes for a game that you both love to play.

#ateez smut #ateez san smut #the pup actually types #end my suffering PLEASE I WONT HIM #demon!san #monsterfucking #supernatural!au #ateez x reader #ateez x you

[bijouxcarys]

Honey Bee / Part One (1)

Pairing: Robert Plant x fem!reader x Jimmy Page x original female character

Summary: You've been on the road with Led Zeppelin for over two months now, acting as Robert's convenient little companion. It's now the final night of the tour, and tension has been rising. With the addition of Jimmy's new pretty young thing, you find yourself in a situation that just might take the cake for best night of your life...

Warnings: Heavy drug and alcohol use, a bit of heavy petting, slight objectification, degradation kink if you squint really hard, voyeurism

Word count: 2,756

***I've decided to split this into multiple parts since it would be really long if not, and I wanted to post something. Also, keep in mind that I have quite literally NEVER written Robert or Jimmy before. This is my first time, so go easy on me. I'm used to writing Brian May, who is very different lol***

Tags: @firethatgrewsolow @brownskinsugarplum76 @keepcalmandcarryfire @the-may-queer @callmethehunter @jimmypage7 @whothefuckisanja @laysidel-dekie @jimmys-zeppelin @m-faithfull @lemongrablothbrok @willem-dafuq @ri0thouse

He just looked so good.

But so did he.

And so did she.

Maybe it was the coke, well and truly infiltrating my system by this point. Or maybe it was a result of my third whiskey. I didn’t care. All she knew was that I’d never been this high, in multiple senses of the word, as I was that performance at Madison Square Garden back in 1973.

Apparently, they rarely, if ever, brought along a girl from a different country to another. And I held onto that feeling. Knowing that Robert Plant saw something in me that was worth bringing along over an ocean was enough to convince me that I had made the right decision to drop everything at home and take off with Led Zeppelin at the height of their success.

Honestly, I was well accustomed to the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle by this point. I’d had one or two encounters with smaller bands that toured within the UK by the time I was 17. But Zeppelin was a whole other ball game. An entirely different planet. 

I didn’t care that this would one day end and that I’d go back to my dead job at a record shop. It couldn’t be too bad, right? I mean, if I hadn’t accepted that job in the first place, I would have never had the honour of being on this tour with the world’s greatest band at all.

Never underestimate a rockstar’s tendency to visit downtown music shops.

Robert and I had connected somewhat over our mutual interest in the blues. I slacked off my shift to take him to our storage space, just to let him rifle through the records we’d recently received. One thing led to another and I ended up accepting an open invitation to join him on tour.

19 and on the road with Led bloody Zeppelin.

It was their third and final night in New York, which also marked the last show of the tour. There was a subtle sense of anticipation that built throughout the whole tour, and it materialised progressively through the partying; the drinking, the drugs… the sex.

Everything seemed to get more and more intense every night. And, God, did that night take the win by a fleeting mile.

The fact that they had camera crews filming each move that night seemed to trigger something… feral… in the lads’ performance. I never got tired of watching Robert gyrate during Whole Lotta Love. The energy was potent. Like an intoxicating pheromone.

Usually by this point of the show, Robert would have already taken me somewhere backstage to get his fix–of both me and whatever he could get his hands on–during Moby Dick. But this time, I’d been given nothing but a small kiss and a cheeky smirk before he disappeared with Jimmy.

This left Lila and I dumbfounded.

Lila was a young girl who’d recently turned 18, and we met her the first night we were in New York. As per usual, she’d finessed her way backstage and caught Jimmy’s wandering gaze.

The air crackled with energy as Robert and Jimmy returned, wearing matching mischievous grins towards the end of Bonzo's solo. It was a sight suspicious even for those two.

I couldn't resist teasing Robert, smirking as I asked, "What are you up to?"

His dimple deepened, adding to his already endearing charm, even with a missing tooth. His hand caressed my head, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, darlin'," he purred, leaning in closer. "Just a bit of light conversation."

"Light conversation?" I chuckled, playfully tugging him closer by his belt. "Why would you need that?"

"Don't you worry, sweet girl," he replied, shrouding his words in mystery. This deviation from Robert's usual character intrigued me, but before I could dwell on it, his lips were on mine, trapping me between his body and the wall.

As he pulled back, his lips brushing my nose, I noticed Jimmy and Lila in a similar position down the corridor.

Robert mumbled, "Don't look at them, darlin'," using his finger to redirect my gaze back to his face. His touch grazed my lower lip, gently tugging it down. "You'll have plenty of time to look at them later."

Before I could question his cryptic words, he winked and withdrew, exchanging a knowing smile with Jimmy before they headed back onstage.

The incident lingered at the edge of my consciousness for the rest of the show, and I sensed that Lila was in the same perplexed state. We exchanged subtle, intense looks, an unspoken desire to ask each other what was happening, yet neither of us dared to voice it.

But in the end, I just wanted the show to finish so Robert could drag me wherever he wanted and do whatever he wanted to me. Watching him, those jeans clinging to him, the stage lights casting a shimmer over his exposed upper half, and his hair flawlessly bouncing with each thrust and jive, had me squeezing my thighs together from the side of the stage.

Being with the boys since the beginning of the tour gave me time to warm up to Jimmy as well as get to know Robert a little more. Jimmy was never on my radar of attraction, but something about the way he carried himself became more and more alluring. Ominous, almost.

Day by day, I became more and more interested in him.

That’s why, by the end of the last show, I didn’t know who to look at. Robert, Jimmy, and even Lila. It was like I’d just taken a hot oestrogen bath with Eros and Aphrodite. 

If there was one thing I knew as clear as day, it was that I wanted them. All of them.

And that’s exactly what I ended up getting.

Within an hour, the customary Zeppelin afterparty was in full swing, taking over the entire ground floor of The Drake and spilling onto multiple floors, transforming the hotel into their own personal playground. The trademark mayhem ensued, marked by bleary-eyed revellers and a steady flow of alcohol that left nostrils white and throats raw from the endless libations.

The air was heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke and spilled liquor, punctuated by the echoing laughter and slurred conversational cheering of everyone in attendance. The room seemed to sway slightly, the dim hotel lighting dancing off the walls in a hazy, dreamlike aura. Amidst the chaos, I found myself settled on Robert’s lap on a worn, plush sofa, my limbs weightless.

Robert’s features softened under the influence, and he wore a lopsided grin as he leaned back against the cushions, hands sliding up my legs, one on each side of his hips. His eyes, glazed and partially unfocused, held a distant, dreamy look as he gazed out at the revelry around us. I traced my fingertips along the collar of his blouse, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath the silky fabric.

Beside us, Jimmy and Lila were enveloped in their own intimate world. She exuded an irresistible allure as her dark, cascading hair spilled over the arm of the sofa. Her head, delicately poised on the cushiony surface, seemed to radiate nothing but pure admiration for the guitarist looming over her.

Draped over Jimmy’s lap, her supple body was a study in effortless grace, her bronzed skin glowing in the soft, amber light. Her slender, bare legs extended languorously along the expanse of the sofa. The subtle arch of her foot, adorned with a pair of sleek, platform heels, found a resting place on my thigh, the faint pressure a tangible reminder of her presence. One glance, and you could see right up her flowy mini skirt.

“What are you so smiley about?” I asked Robert with a hum, eyelids hooding as I made the cautious decision to shift my hips against his. The steady grip he had on the backs of my knees rose to the bare space between my knee-high socks and corduroy skirt, fingers gripping onto the flesh of my thighs.

“Hmm… you keep lookin’,” he remarked, his gaze momentarily flickering to Lila’s legs before returning to meet my eyes.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, feeling my cheeks flush with warmth. “No, I don’t,” I protested weakly, attempting to convince him that I wasn’t doing anything of the sort.

His hands gently framed my face, drawing me down closer to him. “No, no, darlin’, you do,” he insisted, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “And that’s okay!” he added, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “In fact, it’s rather preferable.”

He kept his eyes trained on me as one hand guided my head to turn in the direction of Jimmy and Lila. “She is gorgeous, isn’t she, love?” Robert hummed into my ear. Before I could answer, his free hand slid under my skirt, his long fingers teasing my underwear. My breath hitched in my throat, managing to feast my eyes on Lila’s legs freely.

With a bite of my lips, I found myself grinding into Robert’s hand. We both watched with intent as Jimmy’s hand lowered to find comfort under Lila’s skirt. Her girlish giggle cut through the air, making Jimmy chuckle and shift his gaze down to where his hand was.

He caught our eyes, sending us a smirk, his eyes glazed over and face somewhat flushed. Lila was none the wiser as we observed the guitarist’s petting.

That was when Peter decided it would be a good idea to document the completion of yet another successful tour. Successful if you forget the money that had been nicked the day before, but this was a nice respite from that unfortunate incident.

A rather large video camera nestled on his shoulder, Peter sidled over to us, letting out a rambunctious cheer.

“Ayy! Percy and Pagey enjoying the victorious ending to a triumphant tour!” His speech was erratic, loud, and jumbled. But then again, so was everyone’s.

Lila craned her head back to peer up at Peter and his camera, giggling yet again.

“Nothin’ better than a couple of beautiful birds after a show, eh?” He came closer, switching the focus from me and Robert, to Jimmy and Lila, and then back again. “Look at these two cunts stealing away all the totty.”

“It’s the charisma,” Robert chimed, sending a swift middle finger to the camera. 

“Is that so?” Jimmy jested from the side, earning a smack on the arm from Robert.

“Don’t be shy, doll, give us a smile!” Peter put the camera right by my face, where I confidently and playfully stuck out my tongue. “Ooh, she likes to put on a bit of a show, Perce.” 

I barely registered that Robert's fingers had found their way inside my underwear, massaging diligently at my soaked arousal, but a gentle prod of his middle finger against my clit caused me to jump a little and a small squeak to fall from my lips. Robert let out a boastful laugh, his free hand pushing some of his hair out of his face.

“Ey, I’m not the one kicking my legs about so everyone can see my pants,” I retaliated in the haze of cocaine, pointing in Lila’s direction.

“Not like you haven’t been enjoying the view, Y/N,” Lila purred, lifting a leg up enthusiastically. 

“Ayyyy!” Peter cheered, angling the camera just enough to catch Lila’s actions for the brief moment that she did it. “I’m gonna do my rounds, make sure I get everyone, and I’ll be back here in a few.”

I grinned down at Robert as Peter left, looking down at his hand between us. 

“I’m not an expert, but something tells me that you quite like the prying eyes of others, darlin’,” Robert said, keeping up with the movements of his fingers.

“Hmm, and what if I do?” I prodded, tilting my head to the side.

I didn’t get a response, only a hand in my hair and a swift pull downwards, my lips crashing against Robert’s wantonly. I basked in the feeling, my hips grinding down yet again as his tongue rolled expertly into my mouth. 

Letting out a moan against his lips, I felt a light stroke on my leg that wasn’t from Robert. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Jimmy’s extended arm, his hand resting around Lila’s ankle and his fingers resting just above my socks. Smirking against Robert’s lips, I held onto his shoulders, deepening our kiss.

“D’ya want some more, darlin’?” Robert murmured, reaching down to retrieve the clear plastic bag from his pocket, the same one he had revealed earlier that night.

My response was a whispered, “Yes, accompanied by a mischievous smile.

He gently guided me off his lap, positioning me on the floor between him and the coffee table. With my back to him, I watched as he leaned over to empty the remaining contents of the bag onto the hand mirror that laid on the table, drawing the attention of those around us.

“Lila?” Robert called, turning his attention to the almond-eyed beauty. Her gaze met his, and her eyes lit up in response to his gesture, followed by a nod of acknowledgement. It didn’t take long for Lila to settle in beside me, with Jimmy sitting upright behind her.

“There you go, my sweet little honey bee,” Robert hummed into my ear, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the side of my neck. 

Lila’s delicate fingers trailed over the powdered surface, deftly rearranging the lines into perfect, symmetrical rows. She glanced up at me with a secretive smile, her dark eyes glinting with a shared understanding. The faint scent of her perfume, a delicate blend of jasmine and musk, mingled with the heady aroma of the night.

With the two rockstars sitting protectively behind us, Lila and I leaned forward, each of us inhaling two lines with practised ease. A subtle thrill coursed through me as my back arched instinctively, responding to the tantalising touch of Robert’s hand settling on my hip, his thumb daring to explore closer to where desire truly lingered.

“We’ve certainly struck gold, haven’t we, Perce?” Jimmy’s voice drifted over, undoubtedly revelling in the captivating sight before him.

As Lila and I continued with our indulgence, the sounds of cheering and hollering filled the air around us, the realisation dawning upon us that we indeed had an audience.

And I relished every moment of it.

Still bent over, I looked over my shoulder, catching Jimmy’s lingering gaze. Our eyes met for a moment, and we sent each other a suggestive smirk before I pulled myself up to lean back against Robert.

“Did you enjoy that, darlin’?” he asked with a knowing grin as I raised my arms behind me to rest them on his shoulders. His fingers trailed up my sides, his touch igniting a fire under the thin material of my skin-tight, long-sleeved top. “You think you could do me the honour and let me have some, too?” he asked again with a playful flare.

“Mhm,” I nodded with a hazy smile. But just as I was about to move out of his way, he stopped me.

“No. Stay,” he gently commanded. Smiling smugly down at my confused face, he grabbed a spoon from the table and scooped up some of the white powder, bringing it closer to me. “Head all the way back, sweetheart.” With a deep breath, I leaned backwards, finding myself half-laying across one of Robert’s thighs. “That’s a good girl…”

I gnawed my lip as I felt the cold edge of the spoon under my neck and across my exposed skin. It was difficult to stay in this pose, especially with Lila's hand on my leg. I was beginning to feel the effects of the fervent stares of the crowd, followed by Peter Grant's roaring laughter.

My eyes fluttered shut as Robert lowered his head and inhaled the cocaine straight off of my skin. He dragged his tongue along the residual powder, accompanying his actions with heated, open-mouthed kisses which he swiftly punctuated with a kiss to my lips.

Boisterous cheering and clapping erupted as Jimmy repeated the action on Lila, the intimacy of the moment intoxicating the four of us. With Robert’s hand on my neck, he continued to kiss me in front of the whole room.

“You ready to put on a proper show for the camera, sweetheart?”

#70s #1973 #led zeppelin #led zeppelin fanfictoin #robert plant #jimmy page #robert plant fanfiction #jimmy page fanfiction #classic rock #classic rock fanfiction #fanfiction #zeppelin

[bsnotoneaskedfor]

Tired MK

Before you judge, hear me out.

MK goes through SO much shit because of his "Monkey Kid" status. Like, a ton. As someone who is a teen and struggles with mental health it is so obvious that MK has been spiraling since day one. The poor dude is going to die of anxiety and depression before the Lady Bone Bitch tries to order a smackdown with a side of trauma. MK is also a people pleaser. He legit is always trying to live up to people's standards and be "just like Monkey King".

Here's the thing: I also suffer from trying to please everyone and let me tell you that shit is exhausting. Fuck magic, the thing that really makes this show fiction is that MK hasn't had a massive mental breakdown. He's had baby ones, that are still valid, but he's pushed them aside because "he has to be the hero". He never really shows signs of emotional distress besides the show poking fun at it or using it for plot. For those in the comments, please don't try to psychoanalyze the show to prove me wrong. This is just what I have seen. So, with this being said, there is something I really would love to see and have adopted it as my personal headcannon.

MK being done with everyone's shit.

Not, "MK's tired", or "MK's sassy ;D", or even Mk going through an emo phase.

I want absolutely 100% done MK.

I want to see him surviving on coffee or energy drinks because the weight of everyone's expectations keeps him up at night. I want him mad when people start blaming him/looking to him for answers because "he's the Monkey Kid". I want him done with Wukong's bullshit. I want my realistic representation of burnout and mental illness. I want to see him trying to get better and no longer caring about calling people out for being toxic.

I don't know if I'm 100% explaining this right because words are really hard so here are some examples of what I see my MK head cannon as.

(This one's based off that one TikTok audio where the guy yells at the cats to get off the couch)

MK: *Sitting peacefully, attempting to do homework or some other quiet activity*

Macaque and Wukong : *fighting like feral cats*

MK: (almost roars it) STOP IT!

Macaque and Wukong : *is startled and a little afraid*

MK : LEARN TO FUCKING GET ALONG OR SO HELP ME I'LL TEST THE LIMITS OF YOUR IMMORTALITY

Macaque and Wukong : *obeying, nearly about to piss themselves out of fear*

MK: *Deep Breath. Goes back to what he was doing*

Every Demon Within 50 miles : wtf was that?

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MK: *chugging a coffee or energy drink*

Some Demon: *starts destroying the city*

MK : Dammit *Chugs faster. *

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Wukong: Hey bud! When's the last time that you've slept?

MK: *completely deadpan* It is finals week.

Wukong : That doesn't answer-

MK:*getting angrier* I have to defend the city every damn day. I have to deal with your messes, including you. I train every day for at least 4 hours even when we don't meet up. I WORK FULL TIME AT THE GODDAMN NOODLE SHOP AND THEN I HAVE TO FUCKING STUDY FOR COLLEGE. WHEN IN THE NAME OF BUHDDA WOULD I BE ABLE TO SLEEP?!?!

Wukong : *sweats* So I see that you're stressed-

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Team Monkey : Why didn't you use [ insert power] to start with?!

MK: *sarcastic* I'm sorry. I thought we all deserved a nice bonding trip where we spent the entire time bickering and getting the shit beaten out of us. Was that supposed to be next week?!?

Team Monkey : . . .

MK: How about you guys make a list of everything I can do. That way, next time, we can just all look at it together and none of you blame me.

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Red Son : * trying to pick a fight and just being a dick in general*

MK: *Not having it* Do not make me duct tape you down so I can embroider your worst nightmares onto your skin, you pompous little fuck!

Red Son : . . .wtf

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Red Son : *Is pretty*

MK: *deep sigh of disappointment* I need therapy . . .

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Mei : * Gets the Samhadi Fire*

MK: *remembering all the shit and expectations he went through once he got his powers*

Mei: *About to have a breakdown*

MK: *laughs* Have fun

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Red Son: *breaks in at the middle of the night in an attempt to capture MK*

MK: *is awake because insomnia* So, do you , like, want some tea . . .?

May do a Pt 2

#lmk #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk mei #lmk mk #lmk spicynoodles #lmk shadowpeach #lmk qi xiaotian #lego monkie kid #funnyshit #Mk is done

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Oromë x Tulkas - March

@cilil You wanted this to happen. You are to blame. I deny all responsibility for this!

Prompts: “wow you weren't kidding" - Drunk - Soulmates

Pairing: Oromë x Tulkas (my bad)

Words: 1030

Warnings: Infidelity, Wedding night, Oromëgina, Oromë grows a vagina, reference to rough sex, reference to sexual violence (consensual), Tulkas is a creep, Oromë likes it

“You better treat her well,” Oromë grunted even as he increased the pressure on Tulkas’s formidably thick neck.

“Did Yavanna put you through this before you married her sister?” the feisty Vala chuckled good-humouredly.

Maybe, rolling around naked on the damp forest floor with one’s newly minted brother-in-law was not the most thoughtful or even wise course of action on one’s wedding day, but—pinned to the ground by Oromë’s intransigent arms—Tulkas felt the torturous tension plaguing him drain from his bulging muscles and flighty soul.

The Champion of the Valar he might have been, but he still felt oddly vulnerable under the dispassionate scrutiny of his peers, and so he had fairly jumped at his friend’s offer to briefly retreat from the festivities to blow off some steam.

Of all his colleagues, Tulkas had ever loved Oromë best, for the Great Hunter understood the precious fragility of solitude, and they’d spent many a blissful moment entangled in each other’s mighty limbs.

On the surface, one might have claimed that they were merely honing their skills in preparation for the inevitable battle that loomed, dark and desolate, just beyond their understanding at any given moment.

Tulkas knew better, though.

He would never have readily called the others “judgemental”—he was rash but seldom unfair—but it was true that only Oromë made him feel truly understood and appreciated in his rawest, most undisguised form.

Thus, they had slipped away unheeded, carrying off flasks of sharp-tasting, mind-altering beverages in which they had imbibed freely.

Following their instinct as much as the force of habit, they’d then discarded their raiment piece by piece before initiating the elegant and primal dance of hand-to-hand combat.

Nothing compared to the sound of their impervious flesh colliding or the sensation of feeling impenetrable, smooth skin sliding along one’s own wholeheartedly.

“I shall show you how to take care of my darling sister,” Oromë purred as he let his full weight settle onto Tulkas’s outstretched frame emphatically. “If you ever catch her, that is.”

Piqued by that comment, Tulkas wanted to asseverate that he’d respect and honour Nessa dutifully.

Instead, he twisted his head and sank his gleaming teeth—bared in a feral grin—into Oromë’s sturdy wrist. “I can’t…Purge me!”

It was so pathetic a plea, but Tulkas knew that there was a darkness within him that, at times, frightened him. The unquenchable thirst for violence and blood that thrummed within his veins had no place in his conjugal bed, and he was terrified of going stark mad within the confines of matrimony.

As he could not allow himself to simply wrestle his wife to the ground and tear into her with frenzied greed, he knew not where to go with all that ruthless energy coursing through his powerful body.

Oromë, though, was familiar with the gruesome, macabre reality of hunting and killing, and he was no stranger to the maddening bloodlust that could drive even the Valar to distraction if not managed appropriately.

“As you wish,” came the growling reply from above, and Tulkas felt Oromë’s flesh shift and soften. “I shall be the bride of which you secretly dream. Lay those dreadful hands upon me and know that I am unafraid.”

Tulkas’s gaze swept over the empty bottles, glistening accusingly in the silver light of their intimacy, and—for a single fleeting moment—he wondered whether they were committing a terrible mistake, their minds addled and corrupted by Yavanna’s mysterious brew to which Irmo undoubtedly had added his own secret contribution.

Maybe, they were being cruelly led astray by drink and merriment, and they’d bitterly regret having given in to their basest instincts and impulses soon enough.

Then again, he mused, it was just as probable that they’d glimpse a deeper truth they’d hitherto been too craven to even consider—mayhap, he had chosen Nessa because he’d missed his chance to claim the one who truly made his whole essence vibrate with vitality and desire.

As far as they knew, disappointment had not been foreseen in the grand scheme of things, and yet, it was as inevitable as change in any world that had broken out of its static shell of infancy.

They completed each other in terrible and marvellous ways, and it might have been for the better that their spouses were tempering, assuaging influences rather than fuel to the fire of their barely contained recklessness.

“Come to me then,” Oromë invited in a soft, lisping voice.

When Tulkas slowly rolled around, he gasped.

The bewitching creature hovering above him like the bewildering incarnation of the savage, dangerous beauty of the forest barely resembled the Great Hunter anymore.

As his hands—weapons and tools—were lifted to that silken skin as in silent prayer, Tulkas found soft curves and warm, wet flesh where he had expected hard angles and taut muscle.

“Wow,” he sighed breathlessly. “You weren’t kidding!”

He had never doubted the magnificence of one he called “friend” for lack of a better, braver word, but he was, nonetheless, taken aback by the transformation he now witnessed.

Had Oromë’s hair always been that shiny? As Tulkas’s suddenly unpardonably unwieldy fingers slid through the gleaming strands, it flowed like liquid starlight against his palms, and he gasped audibly.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” he exclaimed, rolling around to pin this alluringly soft, yielding silhouette to the loamy ground and to let his greedy hands explore every captivating dip and slope.

“I am yours,” Oromë asseverated in a deep, vibrating voice. “Do to me what you’d never inflict upon my honourable sister!”

And so, Tulkas did—laughing as one fey as he lifted himself above a body that was both eerily familiar and yet totally foreign to his hands and lips.

The sharp scent of pine and darkness usually emanating from Oromë had mellowed into something sweeter and much more seductive, but the arc of his strong back, as he welcomed Tulkas within the evergreen glade of his lust, was the same as it had always been.

Ensnaring as much as he was conquered and vanquished by this ultimate sacrifice, Tulkas roared loudly before losing himself in the crazed passion only wedding nights could bring.

-> Masterlist

Lots of love from me!

@fellowshipofthefics Here's a rather nasty one!

#og post #Fanfiction #writing #IDNMT writes #jrrt #Tolkien fanfiction #Luck of the Draw #March event #FOTFICS March 2024 #Tulkas x Oromë #Tulkas #Oromë #Wedding night #wow you weren't kidding #drunk #soulmates #for Cílil

[thewanderingmask]

brain dump time

the other morning i accidentally workshopped a cartoon story concept

i already have too many story concepts

i have no plans to do anything with it

i am putting it here now

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THE PREMISE: Cartoon bad guy squad. Team rocket style Evil organization. we focus on a branch office made of embarrassments who are extra bad at this

They wanna prove themselves to the big boss and the rest of the organization. (Extra big team rocket energy there) They’re in some unimportant outpost in a random city and they get no support. Their base is some crappy hole. They never even meet the heroes.

Team is 2-3 squad members who are fucking goons and a middle manager who actually has some skills and takes things seriously

Goon A "Audrey": feral.

Goon B "Basilisk": fancy.

Goon C "Clint": mad scientist

The manager seems competent because he’s serious but actually isn’t super good at being in charge. gets easily wound up, that kind of thing

They get cartoon tools and ray guns and mostly fuck up with them or use them on each other

Squad starts with 2-3 goons then they gain a new one later

The new one is a nepo baby who really wants to be evil and got shoved out here because like the others they’re a goddamn embarrassment and this is a way to keep them out of trouble

Turns out they’re actually really good at being Evil with a capital E. something no one else on this squad has the stomach for

I think a season arc would be the nepo baby coming in and getting razzed by the og squad who are relishing the power of seniority until they get shown up. then they want the new guy gone. Then nepo baby reveals they’re actually Evil beyond cartoon goon squad boundaries and stage a coup on the manager. The goons follow along because well this new guy IS real competent so they’re finally gonna get recognized and respected and also nepo baby scares them

But it turns out none of the goons have the stomach to do something like murder a kid when ordered to, and they realize oh no with a competent boss they have to do real work, and really maybe they just liked screwing around and posturing the way things were before

So they have to team up with a washed up good guy to save their imprisoned manager and take down their genuinely evil new boss

Washed up good guy is one of those characters who betrayed the good guy team but lived to regret it so now he hides out here in nowhere town and depressions his way through the days

Lives in a run down trailer, avoids human contact, still gets some hate when he’s occasionally recognized

Anyway the baddies go to him because they decide they need a good guy to fight a real villain and he’s all there is within bus fare distance

They get him on board with helping by being idiots who will clearly die without help

Also he wants an act of redemption because he lost everything by betraying his original team and now he just really wants people to stop hating him

So he tells them how villains usually fuck up: by having plans with poor logistics or by getting emotionally involved and not thinking logically. ...These are both things our main character goons do, but the new villain doesn’t. So the only other thing villains do that leads to their downfall is underestimate their opponents. Usually some kind of power of friendship thing because villains don’t have friends. The protagonists try the power of friendship in a test run. It doesn’t work.

Ex hero eventually has an epiphany that yes these people suck at everything they're typically ASKED to do, but they have weird unique strengths in specific areas. So it’s about using those. like the power of hair care and makeup can be used to make disguises, feral brute strength can work if aimed at the right wall to break down.

They make a plan to rescue their old manager using these tactic and despite looking like a disaster it actually goes as planned. They get him out. Originally they are just planning on running away forever now but the manager, who incidentally has real injuries from his imprisonment, says there’s a worse plan happening that’ll kill the whole town for Real

And the team is originally still going to run away actually

But for ENTIRELY SELFISH REASONS they eventually realize how much they don’t want that to happen

Goon A is territorial, goon B’s arbitrary personal code is offended, manager has a bone to pick and a chip on their shoulder, and the ex hero still wants to do something that’ll get him back in with the heroes

So they make their plan and it’s one of those situations where it seems like it’s working right up until they reach the macguffin at which point the bars drop and the lights come on to show the villain, who has correctly estimated all of them. And He let them get this far because he thought it would be funny

you know, to crush them

and i think the third goon, mad scientist goon C, was the most ambitious and seemingly the most reasonable. and when the villain mutiny'd on the manager, C was the one who bowed their head and joined him

so the villain totally monologues about how he correctly summed up everyone and their critical faults, because again, it's fun to crush these people. and how the villain didnt want them to just run away and live, because then he couldnt kill them in front of C. because C still cares about the others. so he fed the manager info on his plan and let them break the guy out. and now hes gonna kill everybody with his macguffin plan and he knows C wont do anything to stop it, because they're too selfish to defy him. and the villain just wanted to hurt them all one more time before killing them (except C, whose reward for betraying his team is to live having watched them die)

anyway so then C shoots the villain with a gun

then theres a showdown and at the climax all the goons unite, and some kinda thing happens where theres a glimmer of power that flows through them and protects them from a fatal blow, and no one except the ex good guy notices the and goes "wait, is that-" and then the manager punches the villain in the face

then the superweapon laser death beam is about to go off and while theyre arguing over where to point it they accidentally set it to blow up the building theyre in

so everybody books it and the last thing the villain does, as he's left to bleed out on the floor of an exploding building, is stare up in disbelief and then just start laughing at the absurdity as the whole place goes up

in the epilogue, the team manage to fucking lie about everything that happened to the main office. this flies at the exact same time as their stuff was happening the heroes attacked and defeated the high council so now the power structure is in shambles

so they basically get told "whatever just stay there and dont cause any trouble"

so as far as theyre concerned its back to business as usual, which is all they wanted in the first place

pushing over old ladies and kidnapping small dogs

stealing candy from a literal baby

getting their asses beat by literally any given random citizen

stealing things

getting wacky machinery and misusing it

everybody just agrees unspokenly to pretend nothing happened with C

the manager is back in charge and wants the ex hero to help them. ex hero says no way i only helped because i wanted the good guys to want me again. but also he keeps getting roped in from then on. the goons just start Showing Up at his place and raiding his fridge

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so yeah

#long post #words words words #team bad guy #writing #story concepts #i got a couple episode concepts in my brain too but this is already pretty long

[cinnachaos]

Gjdkskaqk man, idk what else to ask I feel a little lost

So how bout you give me fun facts about ur ocs' pokemon? Can be just their main

you can also ask about my nonpokemon ocs!!! i can send u some posts about them :3

again 🩷 for rubie and 💗 for cacao (fun fact their names are based on ruby chocolate and dark chocolate because rubie is very sweet vibrant and interesting while cacao is more worried about the casual/romantic (not love, just romantic as like the ideology) aspects of life but is still very sweet and has his fields of expertise :3)

goood help whoever reads rhis

🩷 has armarouge (flare), garganacl (depos like deposits of salt!!), zoroark (miasma), skeledirge (apple fritter), vaporeon (reef), and tinkaton (lychee)

flare is MILDY haughty but generally very nice. he tries his best to help others and unlearn his bad behaviours from childhood. hes a trans guy btw!!! he also is a little bad with physical touch from new people but will show mild forms of affection so rubie feels loved.

depos is a gentle giant and very overprotective. they have a cat demeanour and love helping rubie with his homework!! he often needs a body double so depos will do research while rubie studies. very physically affectionate.

miasma is a little charismatic yet tricky bastard. he loves pulling pranks but has a hard time telling when someone genuinely doesnt like what hes doing so he tries to make sure they tell him if he does upset them. very cuddly with rubie and has a special bond with depos, often mirroring them!!!

apple fritter is a big baby /pos. shes such a cutie pie and is so nice to everyone despite her loud and rambunctious personality! she would never do anything to intentionally harm ANYONE. she will flop on rubies lap or lay down near other team members so they can lay on top of her. she has to be scrubbed often so her scales dont get crusty from her playing in mud :)

reef is extremely cunning and smart. he can come up with complex strategies to lots of problems within minutes and spends lots of time researching moves with depos. he isnt good at battle strategies but is learning !!! he likes to be the heavy damage taker, with many moves and an item healing him, to stall for rubie to figure out a plan.

lychee. oh dear god lychee. the kind of girl who will drink a monster energy, half drank, left out for hours, without a second thought. shes extremely strong, able to hold up all of her team members with ease. she loves teasing miasma and pulling tricks on him because she has very thick skin. she goes feral when someone upsets any of her team members, and specifically tries her best to be understanding with flare about his touch boundaries.

💗 dear god here we go. cacao has two teams, a travel/casual team (second team he built) and a powerful/overleveled team (first team)

first team members: squeaks (noivern), stinky (kingler, shes a girl tho so i call her queenler), jasper (cinderace), socks (boltund), expresso (thievul), and marble (espeon).

second team members: bubbles (dragonair), turaco? i believe (togekiss), kasib (scolipede), kingfisher (archeops), saffron (lilligant), and fanta (toxtricity amped form)

squeaks is shy scenemo rave kid and has a platonic crush on stinky, adores marble

stinky is big burly lady and gives big bear hugs. and is not actually stinky i just named her that cus she was a pain to catch n she beat up my team badly

expresso is kind of a wild card and pretty mysterious, but reaally loves cacao and seems to like socks

socks is literally golden retriever but gets tired out emotionally and physically easily. likes expresso

jasper is very hot cold with his personality, can be very energetic and loud one day and the next is very calm and tired. he mirrors his trainers personality which is why they get along so well!!! will give any team members cuddles if needed

marble loves any clothes that are comfy and fluffy/soft!! kneads stuff like a cat, indulges in scenemo stuff with squeaks and makes kandi bracelets w them

SECOND TEAM

fanta is a dramatic theatre kid with autistic burnout. love the college student sleepless gender, go boy give us nothing. he absolutely LOVES saffron to death

turaco is constantly worried about the fellow dumbasses (/aff) on their team and is constantly holding something healing on their person

kingfisher is super clumsy and verbally stims super frequently with cacao or turaco if cacao needs quiet no stimulation time. has a sibling like bond with turaco (hence their names both being birds, and their colors being similar! both flying types too :3) prone to echolalia

bubbles is very timid and quiet but loves cuddling with cacao and wrapping around him. bubbles tries their best to soothe cacao when hes having issues sleeping. bubbles has a sleepy mark so theyre extremely tired a lot of the time!!!!

kasib is always sticking her nose out at people and is very curious. she loves learning new things and stomps her feet (positive stim) whenever cacao infodumps to her!!! kasib is almost always watching anything interesting, but doesnt say anything so we'll never know if she ever has any thoughts behind them eyes/j

saffron is the team mom. she listens to everyones concerns and vents, sings lullabies for anyone whos having a rough bout of insomnia. she knows cacao has complicated feelings towards familial stuff, so she takes on the role of mom for him so he can feel loved. will definitely bring u your favorite food/plush/drink to calm you down

#cinnasks #cacao #rubie #infodump

[asfateentertwines]

The Boys

In order to build up their forces, Jake begins reaching out and visiting some of the other clans. As they grow older, the kids end up acting as diplomats

Spider ends up on an extended stay with the Ash clans when he's about 17, a stay that influences him a lot in helping him to understand himself and grow in his comfort within his body

The Ash clans are a people of oddballs, some rejected from their first clans, others raised in the clan of outcasts, and all of them creating a clan focused on bettering oneself ]

He befriends a Na'vi named Rutu.

Rutu is an older, Ash-raised Na'vi with a strong personality

He's stubborn, straight-forward, but a goofball and relentlessly loyal

He basically corners Spider into a friendship, arguing that a good diplomat will stick around and make friends and that, as a warrior of the clan, Rutu is necessary to focus on

Truth be told, he's full of bullshit but loves to see how people tick. Spider, being human and 'damn near feral', he latches onto him until a tight friendship forms

He's mated to a traveler woman, Neipx, who is a nomad Ash woman. Being as she's gone so often, he spends a lot of time helping Spider and ultimately travels with him to some of the other Ash clans.

He is also the one who convinces Spider to mate officially with Rotxo and helps him to come to terms with his weaker body and shorter lifespan - he's missing a hand and has come to have no fear left of death

He convinces Spider that Ewya will take her children when she's ready - there's no point in fearing what cannot be changed, nor in living in fear when peace waits behind death

So when he gets a message that Rutu was killed in a skirmish with a stray human camp at the base of their mountains, he rushes there

Rotxo stays behind with Anea and the clans, wanting to travel with them but unable to safely with a 6 year old human

No one expects him to return with a 3 year old and an infant in his arms

Wiaklik is the older and Vipeì the younger; their mother was killed in the air raids and, with Rutu being lost so unexpectedly, they're alone

Spider didn't expect it but Rutu left a letter detailing his will for them should it come to it and wanted them to grow up to see the world as an adventure to explore as he did

So he sends them to Spider, to Rotxo, and hopes they can offer what he no longer can

He tucks them into their marui and sits on the beach for hours with Rotxo, sobbing and explaining who they were to one another. How, in another life, maybe they would have been one and the same. Finally, he admits that Rutu left the boys to them

Rotxo is scared at the premise but doesn't hesitate. He's worse about taking in strays so to speak and knew they would be theirs from the moment Spider carried them across the sand

They give the boys their family name, a wish Rutu gave so that they wouldn't feel as alone as Spider and himself did growing up

It's an...adjustment to say the least, but they make do

Wialik wants his Daddy, or his Mama, and doesn't understand why his Uncle Spy is here and they aren't

He becomes their trouble child

Even as he grows up, he doesn't always feel quite like he belongs, but he does love his family

He rebels, argues, fights, but he always comes home

He gets into more fights than Lo'ak over his Uncle and sisters humanity

Rotxo is Uncle Ro, Spider is Uncle Spy, and Rutu is Dad

Rocorro are his dads but he struggles with the name, seeing as Na'vi have better memory, and only really calls Rutu his Dad unless he's really upset

Surprisingly, he gets along well with Neteyam

Neteyam calms him easily and soothes his temper, he also helps Wialik to cover his rebellions up if he thinks he actually regrets the behavior

Wialik becomes a warrior to help him get a grip on his temper and his energy, when he can't do that, he hunts

He's one of the best in the clan when it comes to a spear

Rotxo is the one that helps him with controlling his emotions and Spider the one who helps him work through it

Despite his temper, he really does love his family and is fiercely protective

Especially of his baby brother and later sister

He tries to big brother Anea but she shuts that down real quick - smaller or not, she's the oldest

They aren't the closest, but they share their responsibility well

Vipeì is who he is closest to, even when their personalities are so different

Like his Dad hoped, he becomes an avid explorer when given the chance. Though he stays with the Metkayina, he spends a lot of his childhood exploring the woods when he can

It helps him feel more balanced

When he first comes home, he's fussy and when he leaves home, he's still fussy

Spider likes to point that out but he's secretly very proud of his sons backbone

He has a very bantering relationship with Spider

They both bicker constantly but it's their way of being close without having to get mushy (cause Wialik is 100% that teenager who can't say I love you)

Rotxo has a more laid back relationship with him and he's who he goes to for advice

He stayed up with him a lot when he was little and confused about his parents

Rotxo would sneak him away to visit the ancestors and hold him afterwards

Despite having not lost a parent, he has a good relationship with his moms and understands the love a bit better than Spider can

He's pivotal in helping Wialik come to peace with where his life is heading

Raising Wialik is the team effort for the ages

Vipeì is the opposite

He's a newborn when they adopt him and latches on to his Papa and Da

Wialik is his protector his whole life, but he's very close to Anea

He's soft-spoken and shy - more like his birthmother than Rutu

While most expect him to latch onto Rotxo, he's Spiders shadow

He doesn't really remember either of his parents as he was so young when he lost them

Wialik and Spider help keep the memories alive along with regular visits to the spirit tree, but he feels more like he's hearing about an uncle than his dad - the opposite to his big brother

Anea is the only one who knows those feelings

He was a very quiet, very cuddly baby

He wanted to be held near constantly

They have to carry him around in a chest wrap as soon as they're back to working

Spider works more on land and has to carry him more so there are A LOT of pictures of him with a child the size of his entire torso strapped to him

But he loves the water as soon as he's safe to enter it

He spends his childhood in the tide pools and with the ilus, who he grows up to care for a lot of

Similarly, he spends a lot of time making maps of the reefs, coast, and the travel routes Spider and Neteyam take on diplomacy trips (which he jumps onto as fast as he can)

He is very close to Kiri who pushes him to be a bit more proactive in defending himself and speaking up but also encourages how entranced he is in with the world around them and the places he goes

Homie is decent with a knife but looks like a toddler with a gun when you hand him a spear

It looks ridiculous and does even worse with it

His official job is mostly caring for the animals and gardens, but his mapping also takes up some of his adult life

Spider helps him with it a lot in his free time and will help him improve them while Rotxo is the one to help him plan out excursions and how to do them safely

He finds a mated pair he ends up with as a teen and travels with his mates once Spider is convinced he's a decent enough diplomat on his own (aka once he's sure he'll actually do diplomat things and talk to people rather than just explore)

He's a good big brother to their youngest sibling but does end up with a bit of baby brother syndrome

Overall he's a very laid back boy, he's responsible and their easiest child while his brother is their hardest

#rocorro #spider socorro #avatar the way of water #spider soccoro sully #atwow rotxo #rotxo x spider #atwow #Wialik te Socorro Rotxo'itan #Vipeì te Socorro Rotxo'itan #rocorro kids

[scientistservant]

One of my favourites and possibly my darkest OC: Szavir the moth demon king.

He was actually an extremely canon-divergent AU version of Insector Haga from YuGiOh I came up with during my years in the YGO rp community right here on Tumblr. I ended up liking the AU so much that I took him with me after leaving the community and gave him a new name and a somewhat updated look.

More info under the cut, along with the full art. Warning for mentions of ovipostion, larvae/insects, and descriptions of pregnancy and birth.

Being the lord of insects, Szavir's name translates to “bearer” in his language. Fitting for one who literally bears (carries) his army.

The demon's offspring are live births, hatching within him and eating the soft, jelly-like shell for energy and nutrients. The eggs are the size of golf balls, but because the eggs are so soft, Szavir's large abdomen can carry about a hundred of them at a time, perhaps even more. After gaining the proper nutrients, the larvae begin to move more frequently before it’s time for them to exit the abdomen.

The babies look like small white worms, similar to fly larvae. As they age (and they age fast) their bodies grow more limbs and segmented parts, transforming into insects that range in size from scavengers, scouts, and security (Bumblebees, ants, cicadas) to soldiers/guards (mantids, hornets, “lesser” beetles) and huge tanks/muscle and transport the size of trucks and cars (arachnids, centipedes/millipedes, beetles).

All of Szavir’s bugs are feral and cannot talk. Yet the moth demon can understand them, and establish an emotional link/hive-mind to every single one.

No one knows how Szavir’s offspring get to be such a size, not even him.

Those Szavir takes as brood-mothers can be of any gender, as long as they are adults and strong enough to bear his many children.

He has some abilities to keep them in line, such as pheromones that work on any species, mortal or demon, and a powerful natural aphrodisiac in his bodily fluids (penis/ovipositor, eggs, cum, abdomen) used for pleasure. Some of his offspring have venom to use to numb the body, but Szavir doesn't tend to use it much, if at all, as he sadistically enjoys seeing his brood-mothers react to being impregnated.

Non-fertilised eggs are already stored in his abdomen, and are created naturally by energy from food and the like. During impregnation, the eggs pump through his ovipositor, the segmented sections helping push the multiple eggs through one at a time.

Because many of his brood-mothers are mortal, they're in constant need of support and sustenance due to the many, many eggs inside them. The pregnancy is the same as Szavir's, live birth and all.

Szavir can impregnate himself, but that's not as much fun.

If he ever gets bored of a brood-mother, Szavir will have them be devoured by his offspring.

#ocs: szavir #original character #insect oc #humanoid oc #alice's art #18+ content #adult themes #abuse mention #dub con mention #pregnancy mention #birth mention

[violettduchess]

A/N: Third Contribution to the Different Universe Same Love Content Creation Challenge, Day 6 Domestic AU; hosted by @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady

Comte / f!Reader / their children

Word Count: 726

Fluff, Family life, babies

You hummed softly as you ran your hand over your son’s petal-soft, dark blond hair. He was only a few weeks old but his hair was thicker than you had ever seen on such a small child, as if he had spent nine months focusing all his energy on growing his hair until it matched his father's. 

A few minutes ago, he had fallen asleep while nursing and you kept him close, cradling him to you, this small living, breathing piece of your heart. God, he's so beautiful...

A cry from the baby monitor pulled you out of your reverie, but Comte, who had been sleeping beside you, was quicker. He reached out, muting the monitor and sat up groggily, running a hand over his own unruly blond mane. 

"You stay put, chérie", he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. "I'll go." You gave him a smile, your eyes tired but your heart awash with gratitude. He was the father you had always known he would be. Utterly and helplessly devoted to his family. Fiercely protective. Loving them with all the force of the loneliness he himself had been forced to endure.

He pushed back the dark floral covers and pulled on a shirt before walking from your bedroom across the hall to your firstborn's room.

An almost feral tenderness flooded him at the sight of his two year old daughter, sitting up in her crib, rubbing sleepily at her golden, tear-filled eyes, brown curls a halo around her head. Her room was lit by the glow of her moon-shaped night light and the glow-in-the-dark stars Comte had painstakingly glued to the ceiling above her bed. Both gifts from Uncle Leonardo. Her pajamas also glowed with tiny neon hearts. He felt as if his own heart was a larger version of them, illuminated by the ferocity of his love for her.

"Ah, ma poupette. Don’t cry. Papa is here." She reached her chubby arms towards the sound of her father's voice, toward the constant that was her aegis against all the fearsome things in her young life. "Papa", she whimpered. 

He leaned down, picking her up. She kept her favorite toy, a chocolate brown ferret plushie named Thyme, clutched tightly in her hand as she settled into the position she wanted, curled up against Comte, her head falling heavily onto his shoulder. He walked over to another toy, this one from Mozart, which perched on her window sill. It was a snowy white owl adorned with lavender ribbons, holding a song book between its fluffy wings. Comte reached out and pressed the pink button on its soft, rudimentary talon. Eine kleine Nachtmusik began playing as he settled himself into the rocking chair that you had used to nurse her and rock in when she was so much smaller. Your daughter loved it so much you had left it in her room.

He settled back as she wiggled herself into a comfortable position within the loving circle of his arms. Comte was struck by how warm she was, the top of her head radiating heat when he dropped a small kiss there, murmuring reassurances in French. Tu vas bien, ma poupette. Je suis là. It's ok, little one. I'm here. He reached out, smoothing down her soft curls, hair as fine as angel down, quietly humming along with Mozart's melody as he rocked back and forth.

She sighed heavily, a final shudder thundering through her small body, shaking off the bad dream, her eyes slowly fluttering closed. Happiness, safety, peace engulfed her like the gentle embrace of night when it welcomes the sun home.

Comte glanced upwards at the luminescent star stickers on her ceiling. Whenever he was in here, holding her like this, he could swear they glowed just a little brighter than usual, almost as if they were responding to the contentment thrumming through his child.

His lips tilted up in a small smile at the thought of his fille being connected to the stars, living forever in night's care, the moon as her guardian.

He adjusted his now sleeping daughter in his arms, her small body so warm and heavy. He knew he should carry her back to her crib. And he would.....

But he wanted to enjoy just a few more minutes like this, in the softly-lit room, the gentle lullaby in his ears, and the love of his life asleep in his arms.

🌜

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @atelieredux @alixennial @alexxavicry @rhodolitesroseforclavis @somekidnamedkai @ikemen-prince-writers-posts @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @ikehoe @redheadkittys @themysticalbeing

#different universe same love ccc #ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen comte #ikevamp comte #comte de saint germain #domestic au #father and daughter #ikemen fanfic #ikemen fanfiction #violettwrites

[bagelwizard]

wake up babe, new mirror world character dropped

This is Patch, the mirror-world reflection of Ribbon, and you 'ought to get used to her, because she is the most devious imp in all of the Mirror World and will never leave you alone.

She's fairly young, of course, and is quite small, but she has the energy and violence of a coked out feral chihuahua, can toss a horse with one hand, and is the (self-proclaimed) bestie of an emo teenager who's slain cosmic horrors by throwing bugs at them (oopsies, accidental character hint!!1!!)

After purging the intergalactic scourge of Dark Matter (with the help of her VERY functional new friends who TOTALLY get along) from Lux Star, her planet of origin, Patch was pretty much adopted by the queen, and the unlikely team of heroes, were personally rewarded: A golden trident was bestowed upon a brave Waddle Doo, the grey puff obviously was spoiled with snacks, and of course, Patch was gifted with a home within the castle (after the invasion of Dark Matter entities pretty much destroyed it.) The others... seemed not to wish for much.

ALSO SILLY FUN FACT: shadow kirby has a silly crush on her, but his feelings are unrequited (don't tell him she's lesbian-)

#kirby #kirby oc #mirror world #patch (oc) #silly shenanigans and more mirror world stuff coming: #when i have enough free time #(BLJs into the distance and disappears into the mist)