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anemptypuddingcup · 4 months

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Yearning for more than just dreams.

Dream Eater Demon!Luffy x Female Reader.

I’m making the dream demon series. We have Zoro & Luffy so far. Wonder what Sanji will be like.

Contains: (Representing the Baku) Hungry Dream Eater Demon!Luffy! Luffy having four arms and a cloud-like body. Luffy having a little monkey tail. (It says tiger paws and an ox tail for the Baku but I wanna match it more w Luffy’s animal) Luffy has one cock that can stretch but doesn’t hurt when stretching Reader. (All the Dream demons in the series will have different anatomy.) Luffy having his cloudy fluffy hair and rosy pink eyes. Reader struggling to sleep because of Luffy eating her dreams. Luffy getting caught eating Reader’s dreams. Luffy also comes out the closet just like Zoro. Pussy eating. Fingering. Vaginal & Anal. Multiple rounds. Overstimulation. Luffy nearly losing himself. A few creampies. Porn without plot again.

Your breathing was subtle while you lord there in your bed. It was a chilly night, night where it made it easier to sleep due to the cold air. You were halfway sleep but you could still hear everything that was going on around you. You could hear the heat leave the vent in the corner of your room, the sound of the wind blowing outside.

The sound of your closet door slowly creaking open.

All normal sounds that you would usually hear at night before you fully fell asleep. You lord there still and listened a bit harder, wondering why you suddenly felt a pressure and a presence near you. You could feel something or someone near you, but you refused to open your eyes. The sleep was heavy on your eyelids and even though you were a lighter sleeper, it was sorta hard to open your eyes.

You squirmed around in your bed, now uncomfortable and struggling to wake up and open your eyes. Your breathing now grew frantic and you were letting out worrisome whimpers. You let out a gasp before you finally shoot up from your bed, letting out a heavy sigh as that experience scared you.

It was like…you were being forced to stay asleep. It was a good thing you were a light sleeper. You look around your room, still feeling that odd feeling of a presence being near. You then remember…your closet door was cracked open. You slowly turn to look, shuddering as you kept your blankets up to your lips.

Why was it open again? Why the hell does it keep opening at night?

It was dark but the moonlight provided natural light for you to see just a bit of your closet. Fog was spewing from the crack of the closet and it was now filling your room, making you panic. You shuddered at the cold and crisp feeling of the fog kissing your skin, making you shake and breathe out heavily.

You didn’t want to get out of your bed, you knew better than to do that. Yet part of you yearned to seek what was in that closet of yours. Every time you would check, it were the usual things that would be in your closet and nothing more. But why was fog spilling out of the closet? What in hell was causing this.

“Oi…Ya interrupted m’meal…”

You freeze at the reverbed voice behind you and slowly turn around.

His head was in his hands, four hands to be exact. He was floating there with his legs crossed, staring down at you with his beautiful rose quart eyes. His tail swayed as he stares down at you with interest, his eyes and hair glowing and shimmering in the darkness. You frantically scoot back and away from your headboard while he floats down onto your soft bedding, looking at you and crawling closer to you.

“Oi- Come back! I ain’ finished eatin’ yet!”

“W-What’re you talking about!? Who are you!?”

You yelled out in fear, biting your lip to suppress your scared and worried noises. “I was eatin’ ya dreams! They taste s’good! Gimme em’ back an’ lemme finish dammit!” He yells, stretching his four arms out to you. You yelp out before full on screaming as he wraps his arms around you, binding you right tight while he pulls you close to him.

“Shh shh! Hush! Ya too loud!” He whispers to you, pressing on of his hands to your mouth. You struggle and squirm in his stretchy arms, whining as you tried to break free. He stares at you blankly before looking at you up and down. He moves in closer to you, staring you deep in the eyes before putting a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, I ain’ gonna hurt ya. Jus’ calm down!” He says to you. You shiver but nodded, quieting down for him while he releases you from his arms. You scoot back a bit but he scoots closer to you, still staring at you with those rosy eyes of his. “W-Well…What’re you d-doing here..? Eating my dreams you said?” You asked him nervously, still a little shaken by his appearance.

“Yeah. M’name’s Luffy. An’ m’a dream eater. I eat’cha dreams an’ nightmares. Both taste good as hell ta me!” Luffy introduced himself, pressing his hands to your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. “I’ve neva seen ya fully though…Ya dreams an’ nightmares’re s’good…but ya look even tastier than em.” Luffy says, complimenting you on your looks in a way.

His first pair of his hands were against your shoulders and while the second pair was planted on your sides. You were silent and still rather stunned and sleepy, and at this point you were ready to get back to bed. Luffy wasn’t finished though.

“I’ve seen and ate all ya dreams.” He whispers to you, making your eyes widen and your face flush with slight embarrassment. “E-Even-“ You words trails off and Luffy nods, a sly smirk appearing across that cute little face of his. “Yup. Even them naughty dreams of ya’s. They taste the absolute best, but ya don’ dream em often…” Luffy sighs, wishing he could have a taste of those sweet dreams once again.

He was practically salivating at the thought of the taste, his body shuddering with excitement while you stared at him with heavy embarrassment written all over your face. “I-I didn’t think y-you’d see those t-too…” You stammered, your body growing hot as you turned away from him. Luffy chuckles at your embarrassment and he moves in closer to you, cupping your soft yet warm cheeks.

You stared back at him before looking away nervously again, sighing out while a yawn follows after. “Well- Lemme put ya t’sleep so I can finish eatin’.” He says, pushing you down onto your bed while he straddled your hips. Luffy reaches a hand out to the straps of your tank top but you pull away, making him quirk a brow. “What’re ya pullin’ away for?” He asked you.

“W-What do you mean by put me back to sleep?” You asked him, a little bit too sleepy to piece together what he means.

Luffy smiles before letting out a little snicker. “What else d’ya think I mean?~” He asks you, his hands trailing back to your tank top straps before pulling them from your shoulders. Your tank top slide off of your body, revealing you breasts to him and making Luffy hum out in response. He immediately cups them and begins to fondle the soft mounds, making you mewl out softly and press your hand against his.

He slides back and his other hands begins to slide down to your thighs, gripping them before spreading them open with a hungry look on his face.

“W-Wait- L-Luffy- Mmh!~“

A sudden gasp leaves your lips as you felt his thumb rub up against your clothed slit, teasing you while you sat there and watched him. A mewl leaves your lips as you felt him rub your pussy through your panties, a soaking wet spot slowly appearing after a few touches. Luffy groans out in delight, pressing smooches to your breasts and trailing up your chest while he multitasks on your body.

“Mmmh~ Ya already wet? All m’doin is touchin’ ya~” Luffy giggles, laying down onto his tummy while his second pair of hands rubbed at your inner thighs. You blushed and watched as he rubs your clit through the fabric while fondling your breasts. A heavy gasp leaves you as he continues to massaged your pussy through the thin fabric.

“Mmgh~ L-Luffy~” You moan out his name shakily while his digits played with your clothed cunt, his eyes half-lidded while he gave you that mischievous smirk. His hands were soft and skilled, and he watched as your face contorted with every touch he gave you.

“L-Luffy!-“

“I shoulda done this sooner, ya moans and faces are s’cute~ Ya pussy’s soakin’ against m’fingers~” He says, moving in even closer to your panties. He slowly slides farther between your legs and onto his tummy, lying down so he could relax and focus more on your pleasure. He presses his nose up against your pussy, making you mewl out suddenly while he sniffed at your heat.

You shivered as he slowly peels your panties off, watching as a string of slick disconnects from the fabric and your pussy. “S’fuckin’ wet~ Fuck, ya soakin’ f’me~” He huffs out, spreading your pussy open with a little smile across his face. He presses a smooch to your pussy while his fingers tease at your entrance, a mewl leaving your lips as he did. He slides his tongue along your slit and mewls out at your flavor, huffing out before he continues to lap at your clit.

His thumb teases your hole and he slowly pushes two digits past your entrance, making you gasp out. “A-Ahh!~ L-Luffy~” You moan out his name so cutely and he looks up and smiles while suckling on your clit. His fingers quickly began to pick up speed, fucking your pussy with his fingers while you sucked them in. You grind your hips against his tongue and fingers, his noises growing louder as he pulls your hips in closer to him.

His other pair of hands stayed playing and massaging your breasts, pinching your nipples suddenly. “F-Fuck Luffy that feels s-so good~” You moaned, reaching a hand down to his cloudy fluff of hair and combing your fingers through his cloud-like strands. Luffy hums out and continues, his fingers moving at a faster pace and repeatedly hitting your g-spot.

“Feels good eh?~ Does this feel s’good t’ya?~” He asks, his heart-shaped pupils looking up into your contorted and pleasure-filled face. “M-Mhmm~ I-It feels g-great~” You whine out, arching your back a bit while biting your bottom lip. Luffy chuckles before removing his fingers from your pussy, his mouth moving away from your clit. A string of saliva tears from his tongue and your pussy, and you’re disappointed.

You whine out and let out a heavy sigh, a bit upset that he just suddenly edged you. He pulls all of his hands away from you, suckling on his two fingers on which your flavor lingered. “Ya wan’ me ta give ya sum better?~” He asked, his hands moving down to his pearly-white shorts. You sit up onto your elbows and watched as he pulled down his shorts and briefs, revealing his cock to you.

Your face flushes and your eyes widens at the size, he was girthy but goodness if he wasn’t long as well. “A-Are you sure t-that’ll…” You asked reluctantly, your words trailing off out of slight worry. Luffy giggles and wraps his first pair of hands around your hips. “I promise it’ll feel good when I push in! It won’ hurt’cha!” He says, trying to reassure you.

Though you weren’t convinced. Not one bit.

His tail wags and pulls your hips closer to his, his cock lying up against your sticky slit. You moan out at the warmth of his cock and huff out from the nervousness deep in your tummy. “S’okay~ I promise~” He says to you, moving in closer to your face before pressing a smooch to your lips. You mewl out shakily and deepen the kiss, giving him a few more smooches while he hums out in response. You pulls back and sigh out before nodding, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips.

He slowly slides his cock along your slit, his tip grinding against your clit and making your body shudder with the combination of delight and nervousness. He presses his tip against your entrance and looks up at you. “Relax f’me~ Kay?” He whispers to you, giving you a sweet little smile. You take a deep breath and exhale before nodding to him. “O-Okay…” You respond nervously, holding on to him a bit tighter.

He slowly pushes past your entrance and you moan out, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding into your pussy. Your moans makes a smile spread across Luffy’s face and he hisses out as he bottoms out inside of you, trailing his tongue along his lips. You moan out shakily as you felt his tip smooch your cervix, his tail wagging as your walls tighten even more around his length. “See? I-I told ya~ H-Hah~” He says shakily, looking down into your eyes.

“F-Feels good~ T-That feels so good~” You moan out, your hips squirming a bit against his as you rushed for him to start moving. Luffy’s grip on your hips grows tighter as he begins moving his hips and thrusting into you at a fast pace. You hold on to him tightly while you moan out angelically, enjoying the feeling of his cock massaging your walls yet kissing all the right spots.

“Fuck ya s’tight~ Oh god ya so tight~” Luffy huffs out, his thick and cloudy brows furling as he lifts your hips up a bit higher to get a better angle. “Mmmgh~ L-Luffy~ Hah- L-Luffyyy~” You moan out his name whine you scratched your nails against his back, making him hiss out in response. “Kiss me baby g-gal~” Luffy demands, pressing his lips hard against yours. You whine out while your toes curls from the pleasure, your back arching while you thrusted your hips up into his and tried to match his rhythm.

Luffy pulls back and chuckles, huffing out like a dog in heat while he fucked you hard into your bed. Your bed rocked with every thrust he gave you, fucking you a bit harder while he pins you onto your bed. “S’good~ Fuck it’s s’fuckin’ good~ Ya pussy feel s’good ‘round m’dick~” He huffs out, his hand moving down to rub and massage your clit.

You mewl out in response, trying your best to gain the breathe he knocked out of you repeatedly.

“Fuck, turn over f’me- Turn over~” He demands, watching as your body rocked from his thrusts. You struggle to turn over so he does it for you, helping your roll over onto your side and lifting one of your legs up a bit high for a better angle. You whine out and grip your quilt, whimpering while you felt your cunt tightening around him even more.

“I-I’m close! I-I need to cum L-Luffy!~” You gasp out, looking up to him while he stared down at you with lust in his eyes. “Cum on m’dick then! I ain’ stoppin’ ya~” He chuckles, pressing his body against yours and peppering sticky smooches onto your skin. His thumb moves a bit faster on your clit, making you whine and mewl out while you struggled to keep yourself composed. “L-Luffy!~ O-Oh L-Luffy! M-M’fucking cumming!~” You huff out, your eyes rolling up while your body began to shudder.

Luffy concentrates on you, trying to just force your orgasm out of you while you whine out in desperation. “Ohh It’s coming! I-I’m cumming!~” Your body trembles and you gasp out as your squirt out onto your quilt, your eyes shutting tight while your hand held on to the quilt so tightly.

Luffy continues even after your orgasm, chasing after his high while you were still experiencing yours. You huff out in slight overstimulation while Luffy continues to fuck your pussy. “Lemme cum~ M’almost fuckin’ there~” He groans out, huffing while he bites his bottom lip so tight. You whine out as your pussy unconsciously tightens around his cock, begging for him to release yet still begging for more of him.

Luffy groans out and breathes heavily against you, his cock twitching within your velvety walls as he felt himself ready to cum into your pussy. “Cummin’! I’ma cum inside f’ya~” He groans out, his body now sticky with sweat and sticky against yours. You whine out shakily as he thrusts into you all rigorously, making you gasp out.

“Ah!~ Hah!~ Fuck m’cummin’!~” Luffy groans out, his eyes rolling up as he finally bursts and blows his load into you. His body shudders and he gasps out shakily as cums deep inside of your pussy while you cry out from overstimulation. Your body trembles from the feeling of his warm and thick cum filling you up, a mewl leaving your lips slowly after while he lies down against your body.

“Hah~ So…So fuckin’ good~ Fuck this body of ya’s is so fuckin’ good~” He huffs out sitting up while he slowly struggles to pull out of your pussy. You whine shakily as you felt him sliding out of you, a sweet and heavy yawn leaving your lips and making your eyes tear up.

Luffy stares down as you and pulls you into his arms, a sweet smile appearing across his face as he was happy and content with filling you up.

Although…That wasn’t enough.

Your body was trembling in his embrace but you smile back to him before another yawn leaves your lips. “Oi…Ya fallin asleep on me…?” Luffy asked, now upset to see you dozing off in his arms. “M-Mhmmm…” You nodded sleepily, wrapping your arms around his body and slowly shutting your eyes. Luffy blinks blankly before pulling you away from his warm embrace, his rose eyes staring deep into your sleepy ones.

He snickers and it catches your attention.

“I know I said that I was gonna put ya ta sleep…but…I wanna fuck ya even more now~ Even though I love eatin’ ya fuckin’ dreams, this is s’much fuckin’ better.” He says his words so confidently and you can’t help but to listen, his words suddenly waking you right on up.

He slowly lays your body back onto the bed, this time with your ass facing up towards him. “L-Luffy what’re you doing…?” You asked him, propping yourself up with your arms. Luffy’s hands grips your hips and trails along your skin, fondling at your softest skin while staring at your rear.

“Ya pussy is fuckin’ amazin’. But ya ass is lookin’ tasty too~” You blushed as you felt Luffy pressing his warm hands against your cheeks, spreading them open while you blush out of embarrassment. “Lemme fuck ya ass too.” Luffy whispers to you, sitting back onto the bed and pulling your ass up against his cock. You could tell he was growing rather indecisive of the position he wanted. “O-Okay…Just be careful this time…” You tell him, a little sigh leaving past your lips as you yearned to go to sleep.

Luffy softly grips your ass before spitting a bit of drool out onto it, giving it a bit of natural lubricant to allow himself to slide in easily. He slides himself against your rear entrance before fully pulling you down onto his length, making you hiss out while your body shudders from the intrusion. “Relax, it ain’ gonna hurt jus’ like th’first time~” Luffy says to you, burying his nose between your neck and inhaling your scent.

He pushes the rest of his cock inside of you, a whine spilling past your lips as he began to thrust into you at a slower pace this time. You mewl out as you felt him thrust deep inside of your rear entrance, a heavy gasp leaving your lips as he hits you with a sharp thrust. “Mmhh!~ L-Luffy!~” You whine out to him, your toes curling as he begins to fuck you a bit faster. His eyes watched your breasts bounce with every slap of hips against your ass.

His first pair of hands cup and massage your breasts while his breathing grew heavy in your ear. “Fuck ya squeezin’ me even tighter down here~ Ya body’s s’fuckin’ good~” Luffy groans out, laying you down onto your tummy while he pulls your hips farther against his. The sticky and sloppy noises only turned you on more as you listened to him fucking you so hard yet so tenderly. “ A-Ahh~ F-Fuck~” You groan out, your brows furling while you lift your hips up a bit more for Luffy. “H-Harder Luffy~ P-Please~” You begged, your body shuddering while as you felt Luffy’s grip grow tighter on your hips.

Luffy smiles widely and huffs out, slamming his hips hard against your ass and squeezing your breasts tighter. Your moans grew louder and you arch your back while Luffy moves his first pair of hands from your breasts.

He slides his hand’s down to your cum-filled pussy, shoving his fingers past your entrance and into your g-spot while you gasp out in sudden shock and pleasure. Your body jolts as you felt him finger your pussy while he fucked your ass, his other hand tending to your clit while his first pair of hands held on tight to your hips.

“Does this feel good? This feel better f’ya sweet gal?~?” Luffy asked, huffing out into your ear before pressing a smooch against it. “Y-Yessss! Yes it feels s’fuckin good! L-Luffy!~” You huff out, clenching your teeth tight as he fucked your pussy with his fingers. Luffy chuckles and licks his lips, enjoying the feeling of his fingers deep inside of your sticky pussy while his cock was deep in your ass.

You felt tears brewing in your eyes from the overstimulation, hyperventilating as you felt yourself wanting to cum again. Luffy feels both of your entrances tighten up and he presses his body tight against yours, fucking you and causing the bed to rock even harder than before. “Fuck baby~ Fuck m’gonna cum in ya again~ Ya wan’ me t’cum in ya ass hm? Ya wan’ me t’fill ya up full?~” Luffy asks, huffing out while his hips were sticky against your ass.

“M-Mmghyesss~ Y-Yesshh~” You nodded, a bit unresponsive and unable to speak due to the immense pleasure. You were struggling to speak, so your sentence just comes out in broken moans and mewls. Luffy laughs at your fucked out expression and presses a smooch to your neck, making you shudder.

Luffy thrusts his fingers at a faster pace into your pussy while he fucks your ass, kissing your g-spot with his fingertips. “Fuck! Fuck m’cummin! M’cummin’!” Luffy huffs out, his mouth opening while his face scrunches up from the pleasure. You whine out and let out a loud and heavy gasp as your body trembles against his. “I-I’m c-cumming! I’m cumming again! L-Luffy!~” Your walls begin to pulsate around his digits, and you let out a loud moan before squirting out onto the sheets again.

Luffy slams his hips against your ass one last time and keeps them in place, groaning and hissing out as he cums deep in your ass. Your body shudders from the feeling but you felt yourself falling weak from your orgasm. Luffy removes his fingers from your pussy and relaxes his body beside you, his cock still buried deep inside your ass.

You trembled and whined out while Luffy tries to soothe you, shushing you and rocking you back and forth softly. You mewl out softly as his light touch, his four arms hugging you while he peppers smooches against the skin of your neck. “Cmonnnn~ Go ta sleeeeep~” Luffy whispers, yearning for you to go to sleep so he could finally get a taste at your dreams again.

You sigh out shakily before yawning, curling up a bit while Luffy played with your hair. “See ya again tomorrow night…Dream a good dream f’me baby gal~” He whispers one last thing to you before you finally close your eyes, falling asleep so quickly while Luffy lied there waiting for you to begin dreaming.

“G-Goodnight…Lu…Luffy.”

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archivistofnerddom · 11 months

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Batch Headcanons — Bed Sharing and Bedtime Snuggles with a Partner (SFW)

This is safe for work and all ages, so no worries on that front.

Hunter

This man’s senses are always working, so he has a hard time settling down to sleep. In a perfect world, he would have the right environment to let him sleep every night. But, of course, he doesn’t have that.

But he likes to snuggle with you. Having you next to him helps him soothe and settle.

He will focus on the smell of your hair or the way you breathe as you fall asleep. Paying attention to those small details calms him immensely.

Hunter will curl into you, letting the senses of you wash over him completely. This man is a cuddler and generally a big spoon, holding you close to him.

Whenever either of you are away from one other for whatever reason, he doesn’t sleep as well. Life is stressful, and he has a milieu of reasons why he won’t sleep well.

But that gets easier after you start wearing his sweatshirts or large soft shirts to bed and then sneaking them into places he’ll find whenever you have to sleep apart. He loves the gesture. Being able to focus on one sense, on one smell, keeps him from getting overwhelmed when he’s trying to fall asleep . And then he holds you close when you’re home and sharing a bed again.

Crosshair

Crosshair is a skittish feral cat with an injured paw. He has been through a lot and has trust issues because of his past. Approaching sharing a bed with him takes time and patience.

Being a calm and steady presence while he falls asleep and when he wakes up again counts for a lot to him.

He isn’t immediately a cuddler, but he will brush his fingers against your hand or arm or back while he sleeps or dozes. Those little touches are his reassurances that you’re still there.

The man runs cold, so blankets, sweatpants and sweatshirts, and socks are a must for him. Crosshair almost cries when you buy him a weighted and quilted blanket. He is both warm and calmed as he sleeps.

When he does relax and realize you aren’t going anywhere, this man is such a little spoon. He likes being in close proximity to you and being held. Being close to you reassures Crosshair that he has someone who cares for him right there.

He isn’t good at saying “I love you” out loud. However, he says it all the time when he presses in close to you and snuggles up against you at night.

Tech

Guess who has figured out the ideal temperature for both of you to get a good night’s sleep while snuggling? This guy.

Perfect number of blankets to room temperature ratio. (It’s endearing that he figured out the right ratio for you, since it means he’s paying attention to you and your specific nuances.)

His brain doesn’t shut off easy, so it’s hard for him to fall asleep. When you present with the concept of natural noise to lull him to sleep, Tech latches on to that idea quickly. He takes your sleep needs into consideration and develops a playlist that suits you both (usually thunderstorms and ocean waves on a beach).

Tech struggles to put down his data pad when he’s in bed. However, he’s willing to try when you explain that setting it aside for a while before bedtime will help him fall asleep. (Anything for a science experiment, and it does help.)

When he does fall asleep, Tech sleeps hard, as in he won’t wake up unless there is literally a klaxon sounding right next to him.

He is a spider monkey when he sleeps. Tech clings to you, his legs twisted through yours and his arms around you. He nuzzles in close and finds you to be a calming presence.

Wrecker

Literal ultimate big spoon and personal space heater.

Once you mention that you like to sleep in a cold room so that you can snuggle up under blankets or with a partner, his brain just light-bulbs. He’s immediately files that away for future use and deploys it with great effect. Wrecker is nothing if not very aware of his partner’s needs and likes. (Someone rolled high on emotional intelligence.)

He’s also aware of how large he is, so he doesn’t hold you too tightly when he holds you at night (unless you ask him to). He keeps his hold loose enough if you want or need to squirm out of his embrace for any reason. He also loves it when he registers that you snuggle back into his embrace in the middle of the night, if you had to get up for a midnight bathroom break.

Having you in his arms when he wakes up makes him so unbelievably happy. This man lives to protect those he loves. If you also happen to be holding Lula while you sleep in his arms, he’s a big old softie and will basically melt.

Wrecker is also functionally a weighted blanket for you. His heart swells with love the first time you pass out quickly in his arms as he holds you.

Just because he’s a natural big spoon doesn’t mean he doesn’t love it when you (try to) spoon him. Usually that means your arm slips under his armpit and your leg goes over his hip. Wrecker knows he’s a big man, and he finds you doing that adorable. He’ll usually slip his hand into the bend of your knee and shift it to a comfy spot for you both.

Echo

Echo has his fair share of insecurities and body image issues after what he survived at the hands of the Techno Union on Skako Minor. Losing three limbs takes a lot out of a person. Sharing that with someone he cares about deeply isn’t easy.

He is tense the first time you share a bed with him. This stems from his prosthetics and what he looks like without them. It takes a lot for him to feel comfortable sleeping without them, especially after sleeping with them on due to the war and being in the run. You being patient with him gives him the confidence to try sleeping without them.

He sleeps so hard the first time he takes them off for bed. Maybe it has to do with you holding him and curling around him, or the way you gently massage his limbs to work out the tension he has after wearing them for so long. Being so vulnerable with someone in bed helps a lot.

Echo loves having you snuggle into his left side and press your face into his left shoulder. It means that he can hold you properly with his one good arm.

He doesn’t say it, but he also loves the way you sneak your legs between his and the way you cup his right elbow with your hand and arm. It makes him feel whole in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. Having you hold him so tenderly is reassuring.

This man is also the king of sleepy, gentle kisses to the side of your head. He is sweet and soft and warm, snuggling close to you.

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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DILF/Best friend’s dad!Steve Rogers! You’ve always been close with Eliana, you were over at her house so often that her father the Steve Rogers, often joked you knew their home better than they did. You’re as rocked by the divorce as she is, and after being invited to stay for the summer, you take the opportunity to comfort your friend, even if the sight of her father gives you goosebumps. You’re older now, wiser. And besides, what’s a little harmless flirting between family friends, right?

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Dark!BestFriendsDad!Steve x PlusSize!Reader x Dark!Neighbor!Bucky

warnings: noncon, threats of violence, mean!steve, meaner!bucky. i am not responsible for your media consumption.

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notes: this is for @boxofbonesfic 7k Monkey’s Paw Challenge. you deserve each and every follower, thank you for letting me participate.

wc: 1.2k

thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta’ing 💚

You were just trying to help him with the laundry, lifted up on your tip toes and explaining which detergent wouldn’t bleach the blues out of his favorite t-shirt when his fingers tangled into the hair at the base of your skull.

“Y’know, I’ve really gotta thank El for having such good taste in friends.”

His hips pinned yours against the washer, the steely length of him pressing into your ass cheek.

“Mr. Rogers, please—“

“Baby, I told you, call me Steve. We’ve only known each other since you and El met in high school. I even helped you unpack your dorm, I’d say we’re pretty close at this point.”

“Steve, don’t do this-“

He pulls your body ever tighter against his own, close enough for him to lean in and whisper into your ear.

“Don’t do what, sweetness?” The hand that wasn’t anchored to your scalp snaked its way around your waist, dipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties. “You think I don’t see how you look at me? You think I haven’t noticed how you gotta rub those soft fuckin’ thighs together every time I get close?” His middle finger slips between your folds, finding your clit and circling it slowly.

“Eliana will hear and she’ll come looking for me, you won’t get away with it.” Despite your threat your knees threatened to give out, your legs shaking from the building tension between your thighs. You feel him laugh more than you hear it, the contractions in his chest reminding you how much muscle he could use against you, much more than he was currently.

“Eliana took her Ambien twenty minutes ago. She hasn’t been sleeping so well since Sharon left. Come to think of it, neither have I.” Your whole body tensed as his tongue left a stripe of cooling saliva up your neck, stopping right below your ear.

“Mr. Rogers, please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.” His finger stopped its ministrations against your clit, diving deeper to find the already primed entrance of your empty cunt waiting for him.

“I know you won’t tell, sweetheart, because you know what I’m capable of.”

He untangles his fingers from your hair and slams you forward by the back of your neck, a yelp escaping your throat as your face met the washer lid. You felt him bend over you, laying his weight across your back as he ruts himself against your clothed ass.

“You won’t tell anyone because you know all I would have to do is squeeze and you’d be done for.” You felt the tears slip over the bridge of your nose, collecting in a small puddle on the metal under you.

He holds you down with one hand, the other jerking your shorts down to web between your thighs. “Open those legs for me,” he cooed. You did as you were told, widening your stance as much as you could. “Goddamn, such a pretty pussy.”

You thought he was just looking, that he would be content to get a glimpse and let you go- but the sudden burning stretch of him plunging into you jolted you out of your pipe dream. He gave you no time to adjust, no time to get accustomed to his girth. “Oh, fuck, that’s tight.”

“Steve-“ you plead, your arms bracing against the washer as you try to push up.

“Be good for me, I don’t want to dig up the backyard tonight.”

You drop your weight back onto the washer, the burning in your chest from your sobs confusing as the pain morphs into a sick pleasure. You can feel your own wetness around him, feel how your cunt has betrayed you as your lunch crawls up your esophagus.

A rap on the garage door has you scrambling up and trying to get away, but Steve’s iron grip keeps you locked against him, your pussy fluttering around his length.

“Come on in, Buck,” he calls, his hips rutting erratically and making you whimper.The door swings open to reveal his best friend and next door neighbor, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he takes in your soft form held against Steve’s.

“Aw, buddy, you started without me? I’m wounded.” He and Steve share a look, dark and consuming, predator appreciating predator.

Bucky takes a step closer to you, his hand coming up to pinch your chin, turning your gaze to meet his. “Mr. Barnes, please help me.” Your face crumbles, your last ditch effort to appeal for sympathy dashed as he mocks your desperate expression.

“I don’t like it when they talk, I just wanna hear you choke.” You force your eyes shut, will your psyche to crack and take you far away from here, but a sudden sharp, burning pain to your cheek makes them fly open again. “Eyes on me,” Bucky commands, letting his belt hit the floor before he pulls his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs.

He’s already rock hard, his cock jutted out and bobbing when he hops up to sit on the washer. Your head is wrenched back again, Steve spitting words down into your ear as you tremble. “No teeth, sweetness, or I’ll remove ‘em myself.”

You barely have time to register what he means before he’s positioning your face over Bucky’s lap. Steve pins your elbows to your ribs on either side and lets his best friend take hold of your hair, pushing you down on his cock until he hits the back of your throat. Immediately your body tenses up with a gag, a low groan coming from behind you.

“Shit, Buck, do that again. This pussy is gonna choke the life outta me.” And he does, this time pushing down hard enough that the head of him pops into your throat. It burns, makes your thighs clench together with restraint, and both men moan out. “She clamps down every time you fuck her mouth,” Steve says, a chuckle rising from his chest as he pulls out only to slam back into you- making your head dive deeper onto Bucky’s length.

Both of your arms are tugged behind your back, Steve’s free hand snaking back to your front to apply pressure to your already throbbing clit. Bucky leans back against the cabinet, guiding your mouth around him every time Steve pushes you forward. You try to wriggle away from Steve’s exploratory fingers but you only succeed in pushing back into him, the lack of oxygen from Bucky fucking your throat making you dizzy and sensitive.

You feel your impending orgasm creeping up on you, the knot in your tummy tightening. You try to tell them to wait, that you don’t want this- but you only manage to gurgle around Bucky, his hips lifting to meet your face as his rhythm becomes sloppy. His grip on your hair tightens and you lose the ability to control your breathing, the edges of your vision darkening as your orgasm hits you.

“Are you cumming, sweetness?” His tone is incredulous, amused that your body has given in to him so completely. You only have time to register Bucky spilling down your throat before the darkness overtakes you, your body limp in their hold.

When you wake up on the couch, a blanket draped over you, you can hear them talking from the kitchen.

“So, Sharon is picking up Eliana tomorrow?” It’s Bucky’s voice, coming from a bar stool at the kitchen island.

“Yeah, but sweetness over there told her parents she was staying all summer.”

#bones’ monkey paw challenge #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark!stucky #dark!steverogers x reader #dark!bucky x reader #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes smut #stucky smut #dark fic

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[edit: this is a bit outdated, now! You can read the full narrative of these events over here!]

The water between the Discovery Islands, off the coast of British Columbia, is perhaps the sleepiest, most uneventful little corner of the entire Pacific Ocean. It’s a perfect little cradle for the marine life that abundantly lives there. And so, when something peculiar does occur within the tranquil archipelago, it is never to be dismissed.

Which is why, when an enormous bubble that rose up from the depths between Vancouver Island and Quadra Island went wholly unreported, locals were easily persuaded into believing that their memories of the sudden tidal swel--which swallowed their shorelines in the middle of the night and claimed no victims--was a phenomenon of mass delusion.

With little to nothing in the way of consequence following that strange night, it was easy to fall back onto the knowledge that things such as tsunamis simply cannot occur in isolation among the dense cluster of quiet little islands. Magritte and Rafael, however, were not so unchanged by the events that took place.

Magritte remembers how the icey bite of the water numbed her oyster-torn palms. She remembers imagining the finger of a monkey paw curling when she finally got to see the dorsal fins of the orcas that everyone but her had been so fortunate to spot from the Smelt Bay shoreline. They were close enough to touch, but she could not bring up her arms. She remembers singing, in poorly ragged notes, to Orion who remained aloof and uncaring among the rest of the stars in the sky.

Whether Magritte’s memories of being swept out to sea that night are real or hallucinatory in nature, life in their little island cottage was never quite the same afterwards. Magritte had spent the following week in bed, recovering from a fever–and all the while, Rafael would frequently hear her calling his name in a hoarse, tired voice from the yard outside. Her silhouette could, for fleeting moments, be seen breaking up the moonlit boughs of the evergreen forest bordering the property. And, she would sing…a ragged, slightly nonsense song which sounded as though it had been composed as a futile weapon against a fading consciousness.

It should have been unnerving. In fact, it could have been wholly upsetting. Though it sounded perfectly like her, Magritte was not out there beckoning him. She was upstairs resting, safe and cozy. Still, the doppelganger called and crooned. It met Rafael’s consciousness not as an ill omen, but as a wandering curiosity. His name met him as an inquiry, the ragged singing as an attempt at conversation. He responded by leaving an offering of tea and cookies at the foot of the porch steps leading into the side yard, where thought he had occasionally caught a glimpse of her inconsistent contours against the foliage of the forest.

He didn’t wholly believe that the phantom Magritte outside actually existed. In the mornings, the mug of tea would be tipped over, and the cookies taken away by the local wildlife. But, that empty plate was encouragement enough for him to keep up the little ritual, at least until Magritte–the real Magritte–was back on her feet. And indeed, once Magritte had returned to her energetic self, the shadow of her that lurked by the treeline every night prior…fell silent and unseen.

Until Magritte invited it inside.

It did not speak, but held them with a swallowing gaze. So slender, so gentle mannered. It had approached Magritte with an armful of fish; an apology. Magritte invited it in, and Rafael prepared a late dinner for the three of them.

It became the new evening ritual; it would arrive at the cottage with a fresh haul from the sea, Magritte would invite it inside, Rafael would make dinner from whatever it had brought them. Each night, its appearance changed little by little into something less vaguely otherworldly. Or, perhaps, they were simply growing more familiar. It taught them the song that Magritte had sung to Orion (she had, herself, forgotten the lyrical genius of her delirium), and they recomposed it into a jovial, drunken shanty together. They introduced their peculiar houseguest to mp3s, fleece-lined sweaters, and strawberry rhubarb ice cream, and in exchange, it brought them uniquely shaped shells and foraged trinkets from the bay.

These nightly visitations continued until, at last, it–she adopted a name she had heard and liked; Cortes.

And, she stayed that night until morning, and until the morning after that, and the morning after that, and…so forth.

#cortes #long post #prose #unedited #i was gonna draw sketches to accompany this but I have too much on my plate right now😭#which means no one is gonna read it...so maybe I will repost with drawings someday when I have the time and have no migraine lmao #Hi-Note

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ksenya-and-the-artistic-cucumber · 9 months

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Co-op with @shkika ft. my lil bro ^^

Mega finally gets to experience the explodey scug (at the price of me getting flung several times)

Image ID in alt! Creature description under cut.

Slug cat (scug) is a slimy sleek creature reminiscent of an otter. They are colorful with dot eyes and nose. Artificer has a scar on it's left eye. Slug pup is a smaller and stockier version, the youth.

Cyan Lizard is a black lizard with clowing cyan eyes, paws, and circular patterns on body, as well as patterned tail. It has long black spikes on it's back and a sturdy square head with horns, with eyes very close to the front.

Scavenger is a monkey-like creature with a lot of spiky fur. It has short legs and very long arms with 4 fingers, as well as a mask or a colored head with horns. They come in many colors, mostly black, brown and gray, but can be brighter like green or blue. Hand and head colors usually match.

Vulture is a beast with a heavy lumpy body, gas thrusters mounted on it, and long wings with inflatable feathers. Wings double as arms for travercing land. It also has a very shott tail or near-useless legs. All vultures wear masks that can be knocked off. Masks are simple upside-down drops with eye holes and with chipped tails to look like fangs.

#Rain World #Jolly coop #slugcat #slugpup #rain world scavenger #Shkika #Mega #Ksenya #my doodles #pipeyard #scavenger #cyan lizard

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kangals · 8 months

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me, a few weeks ago: gosh it bothers me that more people don't know the difference between a rough collie and a border collie, i wish people were more aware of what rough collies look like

*A FINGER ON THE MONKEY'S PAW SLOWLY CLOSES*

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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“Oof.”

Krolia is very suddenly awoken the sudden pressure of 45 pounds of toddler on her kidney.

“Sorry,” Keith whispers when he sees she’s awake.

“Maybe let’s not stand on my internal organs,” she wheezes, and Keith scrambles off of her sheepishly.

“Sorry,” he repeats when he’s sat safely on her legs. He sticks his thumb in his mouth. “Didn’t mean to, Mama.”

Krolia carefully moves Tex’s arm of her midsection so she can sit up. She places a gentle hand on Keith’s cheek, and he leans into her palm with a sigh.

“What’s wrong, baby? Nightmare?”

Keith nods.

“You wanna sleep here? Or should I tuck you back in?”

He shrugs, but cuts such a nervous look to the door that Krolia can guess which one he really wants. She shifts over a little, making enough space between her and her husband for one little monkey.

“Come here, diallo.”

Keith doesn’t hesitate, diving in the space and curling up immediately. Unfortunately for Tex, their son’s mad dash for the safety between them included a pretty solid (although accidental) kick to the ribs.

“Jesus fu —”

“Language, Tex,” Krolia warns, desperately trying not to laugh. “We’ve got little monkey ears listening in.”

“‘M not a monkey,” Keith protests, giggling.

Tex is still a little wheezey from the assault to his ribs, but manages to smile and tease anyway. “I dunno. Krolia? I think he’s a monkey. What about you?”

Krolia taps a finger to her chin, pretending to think hard. “I think you might be right, Tex. I mean, he’s got his little monkey ears.” As she says it, she reaches forward and playfully tugs on the fluffy purple ears at the top of Keith’s head, that appear when he’s tired or emotional.

Keith bats her hands away. “Nuh-uh! They’re my Galra ears! Not monkey ears!”

Krolia’s grin gets so wide she feels it might split her face.

Her son is so cute.

“I know I’m right,” Tex continues to tease, “because he’s got little monkey paws!” Tex grabs on of Keith’s chubby hands and blows a raspberry on the palms, making him shriek with laughter.

“No, Daddy, no! That tickles!”

Tex continues to tickle the poor boy, until he squirms around enough to grab his father’s face with both hands, holding him still. “Stop, Daddy. You’re making me laugh so much I’m gonna explode.”

“You are the cutest — little — thing,” Tex says, punctuating each word with a kiss on Keith’s cheeks. Keith giggles, but his eyelids are beginning to droop.

“Alright, I think it’s time to tone down the sillies and go to sleep,” Krolia says.

Keith pouts. “But I’m not tired, Mama.”

“Then why are you yawning, baby?”

Keith shrugs. He can barely even keep his eyes open. “It’s awake yawning.”

“Oh, I see,” Tex says softly. “That makes sense.”

Keith makes a little humming sound. “Not tired,” he mumbles, eyes fully closed.

“Of course,” Krolia agrees, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Love you, munchkin.”

Keith’s out before he can respond.

Tex chuckles softly, looking at Keith with more softness than she ever thought capable of him. Not that he’s a rough man by any means (well. Maybe by one or two means, if you check her drift, but she has no problem with that), but to see his jagged edges so smoothed out… Krolia is more and more grateful, every day of her life, that she decided to stay.

“I love that little squirt so much,” Tex says quietly. “I never thought I wanted kids, before. Always seemed like too much to handle. But there’s nothing I wouldn’t handle for him.”

“I know,” Krolia says.

“I hope he knows how much I love him,” Tex continues.

“He does. He knows, Tex. You tell him all the time.”

“I worry,” Tex admits, brushing Keith’s fluffy hair off his forehead. “I can’t explain it. But I’m always worried that I won’t always get to tell him, and that he’ll forget.”

Krolia is familiar with that anxiety. Despite knowing how far away Earth is from everything — truly, in terms of distance, the planet is almost untouchable — there’s always a low thrum of terror in her veins. What if Zarkon discovers a way to track the lions? What then? How will she protect her family? Will she be able to?

“You have to trust him,” Krolia whispers. “We do what we can. We tell him every day, we make sure he’s as safe and loved as he can be. From there —” she shrugs, looking at her husband a little helplessly. “From there, it’s up to the universe what happens. We have to trust that he’ll remember that to us, he’s the most precious thing to exist.”

Tex doesn’t look — comforted by her words, exactly. But he does look calmed.

“I do trust him,” he says.

“Then everything will be fine.”

Krolia can’t promise that, not really. But she knows that she will do everything in her power to keep that promise. And she has to trust that it’s enough.

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other part of this au

#sorry for posting this au twice in one week but i’m a little obsessed #keith #keith kogane #baby keith #keithtober #krolia #texas kogane #au where krolia stays #fluff #just keith having a family basically #bc he DESERVES IT #my writing #fic fragment #vld #voltron #galra keith

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four-color-words · 6 months

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Foolishly, I asked for Chris Kent to come back to the pages, to return to us

I did not see the monkey's paw close another finger

#I WANTED MY BOY BACK BUT NOT LIKE THIS

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boliv-jenta · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR, Liv!!!!!

I just wanted to stop by and bring you some cheer and a new year of smut!! Lol. Enjoy!

I was just thinking that this gave me dirty thoughts/idea of being on your knees and to conceal you, he wraps the fur coat over you. I was getting Dieter vibes here...but Rockstar Joel would also be good too.

Happy New Year Heather! I wholly approve of these smutty thoughts. You are so right.

I knew this would rattle something loose from my brain. I wasn't expecting this to come out.

Rockstar!Joel x f!reader.

Warnings: Smut. Angst. My attempt at song writing. I'm sorry.

Monkey's Paw

Becoming successful in later life has its perks. Having experience of the world made navigating fame a little easier. The years of hard work and yearning made it easier to keep your eyes on the prize and get what you want. It helped to steer clear of temptations and pitfalls that more naive people would fall for. On the flipside being so focused on one goal can allow life to slip you by.

Watching your nimble fingers ghost over his guitar strings, Joel thought about everything he'd let fall by the wayside in his pursuit for success. Joel's fingers move on memory as if they are playing a well practised song as they dance up your bare arm.

“Joel! We can't. Not here.” There's zero conviction in your scolding with Joel's warm hands smoothing over your stomach to pull you close.

The soft, plush fur of his coat pushing into you provides a stark contrast to the hardness of his cock pressing the fly on his well fitted jeans into your ass.

His lips are dry from being under the harsh spotlights as they skim the skin of your neck before he nibbles on your earlobe. The tug of his teeth sends a shiver of lust to your core. The door is firmly locked behind you. Joel has too many rabid fans to leave it open. Still you'd feel too exposed to do anything here. Joel had been watching your face in the mirror in front of you. He knows you so well he can read your expression with ease.

As his hands move to the fly of your skin tight jeans he drawls against your jaw. “Don't worry, Darlin’. I'll keep you hidden.”

While one hand slips into your flooded panties, the other wraps his coat around the two of you. Keeping your sinful activities, quite literally, under wraps. Calloused fingers trace tight circles on your swollen bud until you come for him.

His hand holding his coat moves to keep your moans between the two of you. The sight in the mirror makes Joel's cock twitch. You with your head thrown back on his shoulder, his hand covering your mouth and the other down the front of your jeans cupping your still pulsing cunt.

The weakness in your knees works in your favour as you push Joel back to fall to them. Unusually Joel loves to watch those pretty eyes, lust blown and half lidded looking up at him as you take his cock in your mouth. Tonight guilt tugs at him so he tugs his coat around the two of you. Keeping the moment for just the two of you. The heavy fur heating his skin is nothing compared to the heat of your mouth taking his length. You lick and suck away happily humming at every groan you pull from him. Through the haze his impending orgams brings to his mind Joel thinks about how lucky he is to have you as his manager. He wouldn't be where he is now without you. He thinks he's even luckier to feel what it's like to be completely in love with someone. With that thought on his mind he bites his full lip to keep in your name and spills his load down your throat.

Taking a moment to bask in the afterglow, you don't hurry as you pull each other's clothes back into place while you exchange kisses. Even a knock on the door doesn't hurry you. After the third louder knock, Joel gives you one final kiss before opening it.

“Joel! What, are you getting your dick wet….Mrs Miller! Sorry I didn't mean to imply….I thought Joel was otherwise occupied.” Joel's new assistant practically shakes in his thick soled boots as he sees you there.

“Thank you, Carl. We were just discussing tonight’s performance.” Carl visibly relaxes a little at your calm voice.

“I think Joel was amazing.” The younger man offers, sounding just a little starstruck. “Oh, your husband's here to pick you up.”

“Thank you, Carl. I'll see you tomorrow Joel.” You give Joel a tight smile.

“Yeah. See you tomorrow. Say ‘hey’ to Tommy for me. Tell him to drive you home safely.” Joel casually responds.

Once you and Carl are out of sight Joel shuts his dressing room door. Flopping down on his sofa he picks up his notepad and pen.

Regret weighs heavy inside me.

Your gentle touch is heavier still.

It weighs down and brands me.

I'll never get my fill.

How did the bright lights blind me so?

How did I not see what was in front of me?

The spotlight dimmed the glow of your halo.

Their lure, so bright that I could not see.

I made a wish on a monkey's paw.

My wish was granted but I wanted more.

You gave me almost everything.

Oh, I made a wish on a monkey's paw.

A dream fulfilled with a twisted core.

You, to me, are everything.

I think about what we gave up, for me to chase my hollow gilded prize.

They'd be grown now.

Who's smile would they have?

Would they have your beautiful eyes?

The only thing that keeps me sane is that I know he treats you right, and now our stolen touches in the night.

I made a wish on a monkey's paw.

My wish was granted but I wanted more.

You gave me almost everything.

Oh, I made a wish on a monkey's paw.

A dream fulfilled with a twisted core.

I already had everything,

Without that crooked monkey's paw.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #rockstar!joel miller #joel miller x f!reader

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cha0s-boyy · 7 months

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[ID: six cartoony digital drawings of anthro characters. 1. a halfbody of a demon sparkledog. it has lime green fur with black in a stripe on its snout and forehead, on its neck and chest, and on its fingers. its inner ears and paw pads have arcade carpet pattern. it has turquoise eyes with pink pupils, a long purple tongue, rainbow claws, and purple top-surgery scars, as well as purple stitching down its chest. it has human-like black hair with a purple fringe and purple striped raccoontails. curved rainbow horns poke out of its hair, and black bat wings are on its back. it has a spiked septum ring, a tongue piercing, snakebite piercings, a spiked collar with a pentagram charm on it, and black and white striped armwarmers. its eyes are half-lidded, and it is smiling with its mouth open, showing its teeth, and its tongue is stuck out and curled around. it has one of its hands raised to make a claw gesture. 2. a bust of a hedgehog. he has green fur with pale yellow underneath, and black and dark purple quills with orange stripes around them. he has a grayish stripey part of his face that is stitched on. his eyes are oval shaped, with one squinted up. his sclera are golden orange, his irises dark orange, and his pupils very pale orange. he is wearing a black and purple striped turtleneck with a torn brown muscle-shirt overtop. his mouth is closed and forms a grimace or snarl, with a few teeth sticking out. 3. a fullbody of an english setter dog. he has brown fur with lighter coloration on the underside of his tail, paws, neck, and in a blaze up his face. he has partly floppy ears and human-like dark brown hair in a 1970s style, as well as a short mustache in the same color as his hair. he is wearing a striped orange button up that is partly unbuttoned and dark green pants with flared legs. he is smiling with his mouth open and has one hand on his hip. 4. a headshot of a possum. she has spiky white fur with purple around her nose and eyes, and turquoise ears and nose. she has blue almond-shaped eyes, with triangular eyelashes on the corners and smaller eyelashes on the lower lids. she has human-like lime green hair, styled as long locs. her expression is somewhere between smiling and snarling, showing her teeth. 5. a red faced spider monkey from the legs up. she has red skin on her face and hands, and black fur, which on her head is longer and styled with green tips. she has several silver earrings, and is wearing a black sleeveless crop top with a high collar and a strap and buckle around the bottom, as well as a long black skirt with a double-grometed belt and chains hanging around the waist. she has half-lidded eyes, and a smile with one tooth sticking out. 6. a halfbody of a striped hyena. he has brown and black fur, a black mane/mohawk, and dark brown eyes. he is wearing a black leather jacket, a leopard print v-neck, and a chain with a lock around his neck. his eyes are half-lidded and his mouth is in a wide open smile, showing his teeth. /end ID]

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ohnoanalien · 8 months

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Restless

It's just a small drabble for an AU where Sun Wukong was found by the pilgrims as a baby! This takes place only a week after he was found on Flower Fruit Mountain, so bear with me as it's mostly wholesome fluff about how the group reacts to the cub. Enjoy!

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"Sit still, Pilgrim."

A watercolor sunset stretched across a vast mountain, overlooking a sea that glittered like jewels on glass. The sight was beautiful– far too beautiful for Pilgrim to ignore. The little cub shifted and squirmed, climbing over the Tang Monk's shoulders and onto his head.

"I can’t– ow! help you meditate if you’re not listening to me." He blew a decorative ribbon out of his face as tiny paws knocked his crown askew. Be calm. Be a good example. You mustn't give in to anger, not while your disciple is still learning. He closed his eyes, salty air and crisp breeze fading into the ether. Slowly, slowly he breathed, descending into a quiet calm. Like a bleached mural, the world began to erode into nothing–

“Master, Ao Lie is saddled!”

–and battered his skull like a crumbling roof.

Touting speeds that could make a sparrow blush, Sun Wukong chirped happily as he leapt into Pigsy’s waiting arms. He laughed, catching his baby brother with a spin and a hug. “Hah! Did you have a good time with your Master, you imp? I bet you’re hungry after all that lecturing, aren’t you?”

He pinched a cheek, earning a pout in return. From behind, a low hum carried above the waves. “I’m afraid that if you continue to smother him with your love he’ll suffocate.”

“Wujing! You brute! I would never!” Zhu Baije gasped in shock, pressing the little one to his chest until it elicited a squeak.

Webbed fingers slowly pried apart a death grip. “I understand. It must be wonderful to have a family again.”

“I-I never said–!”

“But you cannot force love, no matter how hard you try.” In the pig demon’s arms, the disciple smoothed Pilgrim’s ginger fur clump by clump. A kitten-like purr filled the air, and the infant leaned into the touch– latching to Wujing’s stomach in the process. “See? It’s all about balance.”

“Of course! Of course!” His elder brother snickered, ribbing his brother with an elbow to his side. “Your cup in the heavenly court spoke wonders of your flexible fingers.”

A bushy eyebrow raised, and the other pushed back with a chuckle. “Ah, but you would have appreciated the banquet my friend. The food and drink was lovely, though I’m uncertain if it would fill your stomach quite like a wife’s cooking.”

Giggling turned to mock offense, and poking turned to shoving. Still attached to the elder’s belly, Sun Wukong squealed in delight as he rocked back and forth with the tide, tugging Sha Wujing’s curly beard as they went. With a blood-curdling scream, the mighty warrior fell to the ground, a burly arm draped over his forehead. “Oh my! How could I, the beastly maneater of Flowing Sands River, fall to the Great Monkey King?!”

At such a glorious title, the little cub felt his stone limbs pump with fire and brimstone. He perched on his victim, beating his chest with tiny fists. “Eek! Eek eek!”

It was the clear of a throat that nipped playtime in the bud.

Like dolls put back on the shelf, the disciples straightened, staring ahead with paper blank faces. Sighing, Tripitaka shot Sha Wujing a pointed glare as he helped his master onto Ao Lie. "Behave."

And again his instructions were ignored by his youngest disciple. The wanderer climbed on all five limbs from an iridescent, azure branch to one that was sun-kissed and uncalloused. Flopping on his back, he curled into a cassock like it was his very own nest, regal fabric shimmering as moonlight rose above the trees.

The monk made no move to remove the prince.

Instead he stiffened, nails digging into leather reins. Ao Lie trotted on as the group fell in their usual line, and Zhu Baije leaned towards the luggage bearer ever-so-slightly.

"He is quite strict, isn't he?" He bit back a grin behind a flowing sleeve, "We cannot eat meat. We cannot kill. We cannot attach ourselves to worldly possessions. And worse still, we cannot form a family. The little gemstone that loves us dearly must be so distraught."

Be calm.

Be a good example.

Ao Lie broke the holy monk from his trance with a soft chuff, flicking his tail just above Pilgrim’s face. The little stone flashed his fangs and hooted excitedly, unfurling himself to bat at it like he was fighting a great demon. And for just a moment, pure gold eyes met brown. Restless and begging for belonging.

An eyebrow twitched.

Buddha, grant this teacher mercy.

#journey to the west #jttw #jttw au #drabble #sun wukong #tripitaka #zhu bajie #sha wujing #ao lie

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Arkham Eddie with 🪑💜💛

If there’s anything about this man that I love more than his hands, it’s his lap

Thrust

arkham!riddler x female!reader/sitting in their lap ok but what if i include his hands anyway because they make me 🤤 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: begging, cockwarming, punishment mention send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

It’s supposed to be a cruel punishment, and it is, but it’s bitter sweet. You’re desperate for his attention. Desperate for his touch. Desperate to feel his, surprisingly well-hidden, thick cock inside of you. And you get that, but it’s a monkey’s paw scenario.

“Sit still!”

He barks at you, further punishment surely to follow given your inability to do as you’re told.

“Don’t move a muscle. And stop your whining.”

He held you tight, the texture of his worn and hard gloves rough against your bare hips and thighs as he kept you in position on his lap. You stared into his eyes, never breaking the gaze with him as he sneered at you, smirking in his own satisfaction.

“Please, Eddie.”

“Shh.”

He placed a finger over your lips, his thumb pushing up on your chin to keep your mouth closed. When he let go, you couldn’t help yourself.

“I just-”

As your lips parted to protest, to beg for what you really wanted, to clarify your wish, he thrust two fingers inside, and you instinctively closed your mouth around them, sucking them gratefully and silently.

“That’s my girl.”

You nodded, subtly, but enough that he noticed and laughed lightly, the gentle motion enough to give you just the slightest bit of pleasure, his cock twitching inside of you, your walls clenching around it, desperate for more, for movement, for anything beyond the torture that was having him stay still within you, stretching you out, unforgiving in the way he denied you any pleasured friction.

He withdrew his fingers, a trail of saliva following which he rubbed down the front of his stained and torn vest.

“You’re taking this well. Just a little longer.”

A whine, simpering and irritating in tone. It pulled a cruel smirk up at the corner of his mouth, his teeth pressed together as he dug his fingers into you, feeling the pressure even through the thick gloves he wore.

“Please, Eddie…please. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Oh, you poor thing.”

You whined again, the cruel, mocking tone he used tingling your senses. He knew you loved it. He was teasing you.

“Beg me for it then.”

“Please.”

He scoffed.

“A pathetic attempt. That’s all you’re willing to give me.”

“Please, Eddie. Please.”

“Please what?”

You kept your torso, your lower half, as completely still as possible, but you brought one hand to his chest, feeling his heart beat, the sweat drenched skin, the other on his cheek, stroking at the stubble, thumb wiping at the smudges of grease that seemed to permanently paint his face.

“Please fuck me.”

Without warning, and without any further provocation, he thrust up, holding your hips down and filling you as best as he could, finally allowing you what you wanted, what you needed. As you bit down on your lip, he shifted you, backwards and forwards, grinding you on him, your slick wetting his thighs as he coaxed it from you with his deft, almost subtle movements within you.

“Ok, sit still again. You can have more later. This is a punishment, after all."

#finnie500 #finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #riddler x reader #arkham!riddler

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sorrydearie · 11 months

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!: that classic collapse into someone’s waiting arms

(something something sickly victorian child)

“Repeat after me—”

“I’m not a fucking child.”

“—we do not touch the haunted dolls.”

“If they didn’t want people touching them,” Martín argued, “they should have put up a sign.”

“You mean on top of the rope fencing them off from irresponsible people with a death wish?”

Ah, fuck.

Martín hated to admit it, but Andrés had a point there.

The corduroy rope was hard to miss, actually. Bright-red, it looped around the displayed dolls like a bold-faced challenge.

Strangely enough, the dolls were the only exhibits to be fenced off. All of the other artifacts in Señor Rodrigez Cabinet of Curiosities – dusty old ouija boards, monkey paws, and various occult paraphernalia – were suspiciously accessible.

Probably because Señor Rodrigez knew very well that he'd built his empire on random trash.

Even so. Martín didn’t appreciate the snide comment. He wrinkled his nose, annoyed, and made a point to glare at Tatiana when she laughed at him.

Taking sides now, was she?

Whore.

Come to think of it, Martín wasn’t usually so hostile.

It must be the creepy dolls, staring at him with their dead, beady eyes. Those porcelain faces with round, rosy cheeks. The irritably long lashes, like little spider legs…

It unnerved him. Creepy little fuckers.

“Anyway. I’m calling their bluff.” Martín waved his hand, dismissive. “You don’t actually believe that I’m gonna get possessed by a sickly Victorian child if I touch them? That’s ridiculous.”

The corners of Andrés’s lips dragged down. Just like they always did when Martín ‘disrespected’ the dead. Or the demonic. And, one notable time, the yetis.

“Of course you’re not gonna get possessed,” Andrés clarified, matter-of-factly. As though Martín was slow or stupid – or both. “You’ll get cursed. Plunged into a life of despair. Bad luck is going to follow you around like a vengeful ex and you’ll be left with nothing. No money, no friends, no love life.”

"So no different to how things are right now," Tatiana chimed in, sticking out her tongue. Martín briefly contemplated pushing her into the display of cursed masks adorning the wall. How dare she butt into this?!

He glared at her. “You’re a nasty, disgusting, absolutely vile woman—”

“Martín!”

Andrés gasped, and Martín frowned. What, was Andrés appalled by how Martín had spoken to his ex? They bickered all the time, it was kind of their thing.

But then Andrés grabbed Martín’s arm and dragged him close, eyes glued to one of the dolls displayed in front of them.

“Did you see that?”

Martín blinked. “See what?”

“That doll’s arm just moved.”

“Bullshit.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“I’m calling you easily excitable.” Like a hot golden retriever, trained to detect the paranormal. “Maybe the air conditioning ruffled her dress, or something. It is chilly here.”

Andrés shot him an unimpressed look.

“I think I’m knowledgeable enough to differentiate between a gust of wind and a real-life demonic presence.”

“You said that the last few times, too…” Martín trailed off, frowning.

He hadn’t realized it until now, but Andrés was still holding onto him. His fingers were curled, tightly, around Martín’s bicep.

It was… distracting.

He cleared his throat, suddenly flustered.

“Whatever,” he said, playing it off. Like Andrés’s touch wasn’t burning him through his clothes. “The only thing scary about these dolls is their fucked-up eyes. So don’t go pissing your pants—”

It all happened so fast.

He’d been eager to seem cool and unaffected, and so he’d laughed and thrown out his arms – and knocked over one of the stupid dolls.

It tumbled off its pedestal, frilly dress and laces fanning out like a broken parachute, before sprawling onto the floor in a heap of broken limbs and human ringlets. Its dead eyes stared up at Martín, unblinking.

Tatiana gasped in horror.

“Oh shit,” Martín said. “That’s not—”

Good, he’d meant to say, but the words got stuck inside his throat when Andrés grabbed his face, crowding him.

“What are you—”

They were impossibly close, just a hair’s breadth between them. Martín could make out the specks of amber in his eyes, like particles of starlight. He could count Andrés’s lashes, and marvel at the perfect dip of his Cupid’s bow…

Martín’s heart knocked against his ribcage like a fucking ping pong ball.

“Are you all right?” Andrés asked, searching his face. “I told you not to touch the damned thing. Do you feel any different? Light-headed? Fatigued?”

His words were rushed, and for a split second Martín mistook it for worry. But he knew Andrés better than that, knew how to read the signs: the wide eyes, the hitch in his breath, the flush to his cheeks…

The bastard was excited. About Martín getting cursed.

Hijo de puta.

Had Andrés no shame? Did he not care if Martín died at the ant-sized hands of an Annabelle knock-off? What if it toddled into his flat at the dead of night and axe-murdered him in his sleep? Would Andrés get off on that?

Martín opened his mouth, ready to give him a good talking-to, but changed his mind at the last second.

Maybe…

Maybe he could use this to his advantage.

“Actually… I’m feeling a bit faint,” he said, wrangling his voice into a croak. He coughed too, for effect. Look at him – weak and wearied and miserable. The poor, unfortunate victim of a powerful curse.

He made his knees buckle and slumped forward, as if overcome by a dizzy spell, and Andrés’s arms opened for him. He drew Martín close, encouraging him to lean against him. Just like Martín knew he would.

Andrés made a cooing sound. His breath tickled the hair at Martín’s temple.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Andrés said, stroking Martín’s back. “The doll’s power over you will only grow stronger if we stay here.”

Martín nodded, and let out an afflicted moan. For good measure.

From the corner of his eye he could see Tatiana hiding a smirk behind her camera. Martín couldn’t bring himself to care. Not as long as Andrés kept his arms around him, as long as he allowed Martín to tuck his face into the crook of his neck, and held him close.

Nothing mattered, as long as Andrés gave Martín his undivided attention.

He’d milk Andrés’s sympathy for all it was worth.

#la casa de papel #berlermo #berlin x palermo #lcdp fics #fics #more from the buzzfeed boys #the only 'supernatural' beings Martín respects are aliens btw #he firmly believes in their existence #Andrés doesn’t

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