#crimson weasel

[voiceless-people]

Cookie run swap au in a nutshell

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #art #cookie run kingdom #espresso cookie #roguefort cookie #almond cookie #madeleine cookie #walnut cookie #rams rogueposting #swap au #espressfort #espressfort propaganda #Pennicilium cookie #robot cookie? #weasel cookie #raccoon cookie #Crimson cookie

[thecount03]

So another AU thing that I have for Nack/Fang is a blood curse on the male side on the wolf side of his bloodline.

Basically blood moon curse, blood moons are rare so Nack has never had it active before but it can also active under intense anger.

Anger that triggers when Nic is nearly murdered in front of him because despite their differences, she's still his sister part of his pack.

Needless to say it becomes a blood bath for those who dared try to harm her.

Nack then goes over to her, eyes bright red, sharp fangs and claws, radiating killing intent even after the danger is gone.

And Nic? She's terrified of Nack.

#crimson moon au #fang the hunter #fang the sniper #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog #nicolette the weasel #nic the weasel #nack the weasel #sth au

[rurus-kadoo]

have a picture of a weeasel because i said so /silly

WEASEL 🫵

IT'S A WEASEL

#He's red ...... #A crimson weasel......... #Artie is that you

[ph4ngz]

lust quirk bkg plssssss 😭😭😭

Lust quirk w/ Bakugo

Contains: pro hero!Bakugo x fem!reader, aphrodisiac(?) themes, reader and Bakubro are complete strangers, squirting, exhibitionism, almost getting caught, slight size kink? Bakugo is so sexy when he’s not ripping everybody’s head off :P

Lust quirk w/ Izuku here

Lust quirk w/ Shoto here

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Bakugo, Todoroki and Deku had been on patrol for the past couple of hours. Cars were loud as they zoomed past, pedestrians just going about their days. All three of them were bored out of their minds until you'd shown up, having already split up and examined the entire area independently before meeting each other again. You'd been on the way to go grocery shopping when you spotted them, your cutest dress flowing short around your thighs with the middle cinched and tight to your waist.

"Izuku!" You yelled loud enough to steal the pro hero's attention from afar as you crossed the road, a few people turning heads out of curiosity.

"Hm?" Izuku hums, stopping to search his surroundings for the source of your familiar voice. He called your name in return as you weaselled your way through a small crowd to approach the group of guys almost half tucked away in an empty alleyway. One of them in particular stood out to you as you latched onto Izuku's arm.

He studied your appearance for as long as you studied his.

"Oh! Yeah- Todoroki, this is my friend Y/n! We've actually known each other since we were kids! Our mom's were really close, and so..." The green haired hero introduced you to the other taller boy, though his words ultimately ended up fading out as you became enthralled by another's presence.

Your eyes trailed upward from his chunky, heavy boots to the baggy cargo pants, secured by a khaki belt, that seemed to accentuate his figure. Then, the tight black vest that clung to his abs, some parts orange that were made to form an X across his chest. And finally, the matching, spiky mask that concealed his face.

All you could see was his crimson glare, beating down on you like the summer sun rays.

And were those grenades attached to his arms?!

What felt like hours passed by before a large, calloused hand shot into the corner of your vision. Slightly flustered after jumping, you spun on your heel to face whoever's hand thankfully distracted you.

"Nice to meet you." A rather unenthusiastic greeting met your ears.

Oh great, another one. You were starting to feel not so attractive the longer you hung around Izuku and his hero friends. This one had heterochromatic eyes, one grey and one a striking turquoise.

"Uh- yeah! Nice to meet you too!" You gave Todoroki both of your hands with a giggle, glancing to your side involuntarily every few seconds. It seemed the mysterious grenade-arms kept a lock on your attention.

He was taller, bigger than you. You'd guessed he was about twice your bodyweight, if the muscles protruding from his upper half were anything to go by. He came off as insanely powerful. Even his stance was intimidating, and you couldn't imagine what his demeanour would be like.

"Ah, Kacchan, this is Y/n." Deku stated a lot less enthusiastically than the last time. You wondered if maybe these two got off on a bad foot.

Hardly tearing your eyes away from handsome Todoroki's, you'd slowly aimed your vision upward to get yet another glimpse of "Kacchan". But this time around, you were temporarily stiff with surprise.

He'd pushed the mask he wore just over his hairline, revealing the most grumpy expression you'd ever seen. Even your roommate didn't look this irked when you'd eaten her favourite chocolate snacks that you found stashed away. You definitely would've been put off him if it wasn't for the overall 'Sex God' vibe he gave off. Although, his immovable frown oddly suited his boyish features.

Another hand was extended to you. His hand.

But before either of you could exchange a touch, a single word to each other, you'd been literally hit with the weirdest pain. Only after the sensation bloomed from within your body did you witness the pink-purple glow outlining your skin. You'd almost failed to register the fact that your feet were not on the ground.

The forceful impact of whatever hit you had spun and knocked you backward further into the isolated alleyway and you skidded to a stop.

"Y/n! Kacchan!?"

"Bakugo! Be careful!"

Being pro heroes and all, the three guys you'd just been surrounded by had spread out in a matter of nanoseconds. No hesitation present at all. Though one had stuck by your side and hurriedly crouched to your level on the concrete floor to finally encase his hand with your own and prop you up against a wall. It was all a blur to you from then, the odd pain you were experiencing in your groin not letting you regard anything other. You didn't even catch who'd stayed with you.

"Oi! Snap out of it!" A deep, gruff yelling in your ear does in fact snap you out of it, the volume interrupting whatever injury you've attained. Damn, you can hear everything all at once now. People are screaming and there's rapid footsteps to accompany the terrified sounds. You're appreciative of the copious stacks of delivery boxes shielding you from the panic.

You lean your full weight on the building behind you, not caring if the old bricks dig into your spine. Your ass is probably bruised due to the hard flooring you've been sat on for what feels like years.

A pained grimace paints your face as your head shoots downward to locate the ticklish feeling on your propped up legs, unintentionally ignoring the firm grip continuously shaking your shoulder. Blood is soaking through the thick strips of gauze knotted around your wounds. What... who...?

“Your knees hit the ground before we even knew what was happening. Shit’s not as bad as it loo… hey I’m talkin’ to you.”

All of a sudden you're breathing a lot faster. Oh god, you're freaking out! What if your injuries are really bad? Why are your insides on fire? Are you overheating? What if you're bleeding internally? What if—

Eventually you're forced to come face to face with those same eyes, that now unmasked crimson glare. Even in your current state, your mind can't help but engrave the blurry image of his concerned yet pissed expression, his flawless skin illuminated by the pretty hue of your glowing aura.

A particularly strong surge of NOT GOOD emits from your core.

"Hey, stop panicking. I'm here to help, you're gonna be totally fine."

The hero's hand is still atop of your messy hair even though he's got you paying attention already. Still recovering from shock, you give your guy another once-over.

Steadily crouched between your numb knees, a slight sign of respect evident as he's an inch or two away from bursting your personal bubble. Stressfully massaging the bridge of his nose. He looks no different compared to when you first met him earlier, bar the fact that his shirt may as well not be there at all.

Yes, the sight of this guy practically shirtless is heavenly. The very real possibility that you're the reason for his injuries if he's sustained any? Not so heavenly.

Oh but why is he so gorgeous? And why is the area between your legs so hot?

Shit. Your insides contract along to the mere thought of him.

"Bakugo, your shirt. You okay? Are you hu- hurt?" You ask whilst trying your hardest not to let your eyes zero in on his physical existence. It's sort of... out there, but you think the trigger for your internal aching might be the hero himself.

"You ripped it off me. Memory loss?" Bakugo spits cheekily, his heart unwelcomely thumping at how you remembered his name after Todoroki yelled it. Removing his hand from your head, he seems a little confused. Why're you avoiding looking at him?

Heat rises from beneath the skin of your cheeks now that he's jogged your foggy memory. What in all hell did you do that for?!

"Right— sorry. I feel so weird I- Mmph! Agh-" Your apology carries into a lengthy string of anxious moans. You didn't look at him that time.

"What the fuck is goin' on? You sick or somethin'?" He asks deadly serious.

Bakugo attempts to shift closer to your shivering form to use the back of his palm to check your temperature but you stop him just in time, instinctively pressing your hand against his bared chest.

"D-Don't! Come any closer."

"Yeah, must have a cold or something, getting a little hot." You continue from your outburst and half-lie to his face.

He rapidly observes your odd behaviour as you force yourself to ignore the obvious discomfort. Scanning your convulsing body to discover your other hand is unconsciously jolting between tense thighs, fingers pressing down the fabric of your dress. Your glowing skin is visibly sticky with sweat, and so is the shivering it brings once it dries.

Oh. Oh, he's figured it out. A quirk. Something to do with aphrodisiacs, maybe? He remembers his hero buddy Kaminari telling him about a time he fell under a 'lust' quirk in the past. Perhaps?

For some reason unknown to you, Bakugo stills. You think you can see his cheeks redden in your peripheral vision. Paranoid, you spare a fleeting glance below his neck. The hand you'd placed on his chest has been slowly making it's way down, the position you finally catch it in being dragged directly over one of his nipples.

Absolutely horrified by your own actions, the rest of your body freezing in place, your eyes find his. Except they're not looking for yours in return. Following his awkward line of sight, you come to find your hand desperately rubbing where it shouldn't.

"Hey..." The hero's gravelly voice sends exaggerated tingles throughout the entirety of your weakened body.

No longer unable to move, you rip your hands away and hug yourself as you wobble into a stand in one fluid motion. There's a little more distance between you now, but this view... Bakugo knelt in front of you, head level with your—

No, you tell yourself. Well, try to.

All you can imagine is his spiky hair clasped between your fingers to pull him closer into you, his beautiful features covered in your juices.

You're currently unaware of how he's discarding the dangerous looking equipment that dons his neck and forearms, setting them aside. You know, just incase.

The dirtiest scenes flash by one by one within your cloudy head, rendering you hopelessly horny. They keep coming, each and every detailed fantasy clogging your brain faster by the second.

The sting you'd felt just now returns, still as unexpected as the last time, yet more unbearable than ever. You twitch uncontrollably as the concerned hero stands straight, his intimidating stance looming over you.

"Touch— me!" You don't mean to demand, but this calls for urgency. So much urgency in fact, that you dare to press down on his shoulders until he's kneeling once more. Real classy.

"B-Bakugo, touch me. Please, it hurts! Hurts so bad— so fucking bad and, I can't control myself-!"

He's letting you do this. He's witnessing you fall apart right there in front of him. Speechless as you proceed to beg him for his hefty touch. Helplessly touching yourself all the while. What the hell is he supposed to do? He can't just whisk you away to somewhere more private and fuck you! And you're injured, so his first destination should be the hospital, right?

"I'm in my right mind— hah! I pro—mise!" You yelp, hoping to rid him of any thoughts about taking advantage of you. You want this. Need this. Even if you weren't in pain.

A shimmery substance trickling along the soft skin of your thigh from beneath your dress steals Bakugo's faltering attention. Damn.

Were his pants always this tight?

It seems you've noticed it too, voice small as an embarrassed "fuck" falls from your plumped lips. He angles his head upward, then back to your thigh. You're expectedly peering down at him underneath you, his and your face both filtered by the pinkish haze outlining your increasingly sensitive body.

"Jesus fucking christ... I—"

He knows that you're the only civilian who'd been attacked, Bakugo had seen the villain flee without so much as touching anybody else, too busy avoiding his Deku and Todoroki's attacks. He has no other duty but to take you to the hospital. So... why isn't he moving?

"Touch. me." A twinge of seriousness shows through your words.

Don't fucking do it, his mind warns.

Don't do it.

As if your display isn't enough, you urgently slip your trembling fingers into his messy locks and tug him forward into your hips.

Damn it!

"Don't tell me what to do..." He mutters somewhat guiltily, giving into his present and not his future. You're irresistible.

After giving your surroundings a quick study, Bakugo's lustful face inches closer to the streak of arousal that'd escaped from your soaked panties, the speed at which he does so being way too slow for your liking. Fluttering his eyelids closed in an act of shame, he lets his eager tongue drag over the plush, wet skin, simultaneously taking a handful of your calfs to keep you steady. He misses the way your teeth bury themselves into your bottom lip.

Bakugo collects your sweet sick with the flat of his tongue, mouth wide open making every laboured exhale audible. If he said he wasn't thoroughly enjoying himself right now he'd be lying. You scrunch your dress up and secure it with a free hand on your waist, dying to continue watching his frowning expression before it's hidden.

"Mmmmmnnnn," You whine impatiently, the sting intensifying the closer the shameful hero gets to the drenched cotton concealing your yearning pussy. His breath fanning out upon your body is driving you up the wall.

His stabilising grip travels upward by the back of your legs, stopping just under your ass cheeks. Just as his mouth reaches the lower seams of your skimpy panties, blunt nails dig in and you're sure there will be red half-moons left in their place. This makes you suck the steamy air in through your gritted teeth.

Tears are rolling down your flushed cheeks, frustration growing within you.

Then, right as you're beginning to become more aggravated by the non-stop aching, Bakugo nuzzles into your covered cunt, damping his nose and lips with your scent.

The irritating pain seizes completely. The fuse in you is set alight.

"OH— yes yes, fuck! Keep doing... that!" Trying to lower the volume of your uncontainable moans proves to be very difficult, but the commotion taking place not even fifteen metres away is hopefully loud enough to disguise your sobs.

His huge hands are cupping the whole span of your ass now, fingers having slipped under your thong, pulling your jittery form even closer so he can take it all for himself, shaking his head and inhaling everything you.

A groan emerges from his throat once your pull increases on his hair, the guttural sound going straight to your muddled head. You're practically riding his face with your back arched away from the wall, and Bakugo wants to cry at how hard you're making him. He needs more.

You're about to pipe up when you see him move away, but your desperate whining and pleading immediately comes to a stop after he pushes your underwear to the side and licks a clean stripe through your folds, separating them to kiss your aimlessly clenching hole.

"No! No, please... I said keep do- MNMN!" The fingers clutching at your dress grow limp, letting the creased fabric drape over the antsy man knelt at your feet.

You swear you're temporarily blinded by white when you sense a skilled tongue swirl around your swollen bud only twice, the lone sensations hurling you head-on into what you believe is the most unbelievably mind-numbing orgasm you'll ever experience. The initial shock preventing you from noticing how he flinches.

The hero pauses for a hot second and his crimson eyes widen with disbelief beneath you, but he continues to flick, swipe, prod nonetheless.

His cock was begging to be released from the confines of his pants to begin with. Now this new incessant twitching is gonna drive him crazy.

"Grr! Urgh!"

All you can do is growl and put as much effort into keeping still and not crushing Bakugo with your thighs as possible whilst you come undone, every sudden wave of numbing pleasure whooshing through you with an unrivalled force causing your throat to open and close up for a short moment.

After a while spent to come down from your insane high, he eventually reveals himself from under the light cloth, removing the hands that once had a harsh squeeze of your asscheeks and comfortingly rubbing your vibrating upper legs instead.

You're confused.

He's staring up at you in an uncharacteristically adorable way, akin to a lost puppy, observing breathlessly as you clock the watery sheen layering his nose, the way his long lashes are clinging together with a teeny sparkle to them. Oh shit. You clamp a hand atop of your quivering mouth, droplets still flowing from your waterlines and subconsciously relishing in the unbroken eye contact between you both. Bakugo speaks first, though you're too surprised to register it, ending in a mutual interruption.

"Did you just...?"

"Did I—?"

Not only did you cum less than a minute into it, you squirted all over the guy's face in doing so. Great going!

Bakugo wipes his chin and nose with the back of his thumb, licks his lips then lets out a huff that turns into an undeniably sexy chuckle. His smile...

"Fuuuuuuuuck."

You'd be embarrassed if it weren't for that now familiar sensation returning to reside within you. Something is telling you that reaching orgasm isn't the key to stopping it.

"I need you. Now." The annoying quirk induced pain has you tearfully mumble the words before you can even think them.

"I-I don't think I should— is this eve-" The unsure hero stutters pathetically, still proceeding to grab your panties by the pretty lace hem and quickly yank them to rest loosely upon your feet.

"H-hurts! Please!"

You're half expecting him to decline again after seeing the guilt ridden look on him once he stands up. Wow, you forgot how tall he is when you aren't mounting his face. A regretful sigh leaves him. Then a hesitant attempt to speak up again. Then finally,

"...Alright."

Without a second thought, Bakugo latches his lips upon your own to greedily tongue you down, letting the taste of your sweet cunt mingle on the tip of your tastebuds. His buff arms are caging you in, both of them soon reaching for his belt and the zipper of his cargo pants. He expertly undoes both without breaking the heated kiss once, now taking deep breaths through his nose whilst he frees his unbearably stiff dick and smears precum all over the length.

Suddenly, your legs give out due to exhaustion. Luckily your hero catches you by the waist and pulls you into his chest, turning what would've been another fall into a clumsy stumble.

"Hey, jump." Bakugo orders moodily, and you don't need to be told twice.

Putting all your trust into him, you do as he says, ultimately jumping out of your underwear to accidentally hook them up with one foot as you land in his strong arms.

"Atta girl." He praises deeply.

You use your last remnants of energy to get your dress out of his way as he's positioning you, and he's wasting no time in coating himself in your cum once he's gotten his arms wrapped under your bandaged knees. The repeated drag of his thick cock, up and down on your throbbing clit, is enough to drive you mad. Muscles locking in place and toes curling in your shoes at the overstimulation.

"Please please please please please," A string of breathy whispers falls from your sore lips and hits the shell of Bakugo's ear, causing him to bare his bottom teeth out of sheer arousal, animosity. Your voice does things to him.

The way your small selection of words is slowly chipping away at his self control, he can deal with.

"Hah- 'm serious! It stings! Bakugo..."

It's the desperate, almost saddened moan of his name that gets him to crack.

He plunges into you within an instant, exhaling what, to his slight embarrassment, sounds like a positively defeated whine. As if he's experiencing the same overpowering pleasure that you are.

"H'oh my fuckin' god,"

You'd actually forgotten all about the magical-esque hue surrounding your form until it starts to flicker. It's fading.

You're clung to him like your life depends on him, and he's loving all of it. Your legs constricting his waist and biceps, arms looped around his flushed neck, squeezing his toned body harder and harder with every laboured thrust, the way your sticky sweet pussy is adjusting and sucking on every inch of his dick making it increasingly difficult to move.

"How are you this—" Bakugo seethes, pauses to snap his hips up into you with a new amount of strength whilst simultaneously resting his head on your shoulder for some kind of fucked-out comfort, the same way your head is on his. "Tight!" He muffles into the crook of your neck, drinking in each debauched cry you bless him with.

"Ah, ah, ah!" You struggle not to bite your lolling tongue with how hard he's fucking into you, bouncing you on his perfect cock with just the power of his thrusts alone. You think he could please you the same without the wall as support.

He's hardly given you any time at all to get accustomed with his size and shape buried deep inside. Are you truly that fucking wet? You open your mouth with a silent scream, the enraptured hero having changed his pace to go even faster.

Well, if you weren't that wet before, you definitely are now.

Your coloured aura is completely gone, darkness of shadows cast by city buildings drawing a veil to conceal both of your animalistic deeds.

"Sho g-ood! Gonna cum shoon gon- cum shoon," Your lips are smushed upon his salty skin, shamelessly indulging in his delicious scent.

As if on cue, Bakugo comes to an abrupt stop.

"What are youMMPH!?"

You're roughly sandwiched between him and the bricks at your back, squished impossibly closer to his heaving chest, the new position spreading your legs almost painfully to accommodate his frame. The large, scarred hand that had clamped over your mouth the second you raised your head kept a steel grip in it's place. Leaving one of your shaking legs to dangle beside him. His wide eyes signal to somewhere behind him, informing you of someone else presence. Nostrils flaring with anxiety, you rear your head to the side.

Deku and Todoroki.

Bakugo turns his upper half away from you to check on them a second time, appearing to be holding his breath. Ah, he's still inside you, dick twitching and jumping with the involuntary clenching of your cunt. This must be torture for him, too.

You feel him tense and see his ruby eyes dart, like he's forming an urgent plan.

As smoothly as he possibly can, he sighs and rapidly takes his hand from your mouth to replace it with his tooth-marked lips. This kiss is much more hurried and passionate than the others, so much so that your senses are practically void of anything else but him. But that also comes to a stop.

The sudden lack of his taste enhances your other senses dramatically, allowing you to catch on to the quiet concerns of a suspicious green hero to his half and half friend.

"Wait, Todoroki. I think I just saw something."

"Like what?"

"I'm not really sure. I just caught this flash of something in the corner of my eye..."

You don't understand why he's acting so reckless right now when you could easily be caught until his hand returns to your face once more. You're absolutely bewildered.

Oh, god.

This sight is something you'll never forget.

Your hero is face to face with you, the twisted lace hem of your panties secured between his gritted teeth, thick eyebrows bowed with a silently pleading sparkle in his irises to match. 'Please, stay quiet' they say. This entire situation is fucking unreal, it's making you dizzy. The other hero had seen your cum-stained, saturated underwear from behind the cardboard boxes keeping you hidden. Mostly.

Deku is slowly sauntering in your direction when Bakugo has the audacity to resume moving inside your fluttering pussy, picking up the coil in your abdomen from where he'd left it just to tighten it again. Not once breaking eye contact.

And you thought he was reckless before.

"Maybe it was a stray cat or something." You hear Todoroki approach Deku's side.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. You're both so turned on, so close to one another's release.

Ecstasy consumes you as your hero begins to hump into you, not daring to pull away even the slightest bit in fear of the smacking noises. You wish he would've warned you beforehand, and he wishes he would've too.

No. No no no! He's gonna make you cum again! Your heartbeat is through the roof, and you try to warn him by shaking your head as quick as you can but—

The swollen tip of his length is repeatedly nudging the one spot within you that brings enough pleasure to have you sobbing. And naturally, you sob. Initial volume hardly muffled by his palm until he presses down too late. You're cumming even harder than earlier, you and him clenching wide eyes shut in sync at the feeling of your sex squirting all over his clothes, his scalding skin, his pulsing cock.

"MmmmHmHm-!"

"Uraraka! Hold on a sec!"

Bakugo's heart plummets. Shit! He can't stop himself. Not after that.

"Fuck! God— damn!" A muffled, strained groan escapes his narrowed throat into the panties in his mouth, along with your spellbinding cry, his greedy body too busy jackhammering your poor little cunt to notice Deku’s voice overriding everything. Including the obvious squelch emitting from your hole.

Two sets of running footsteps quickly fade away, relieving the two of you from a crushing weight on your shoulders as white hot ropes of your hero's cum coat your insides. One final burst of glowing purple-pink shows itself before you're deservedly rid of any symptoms caused by that bastard villains quirk.

At last…

You smile into space, warm and genuinely appreciative.

Bakugo removes himself from you, understanding of how his cum seemed to be the cure. You can sense his release sliding down your bare legs. To say he's been struck by love would be an understatement when you collect some on the tip of your finger whilst he stuffs your underwear in his pocket, to then teasingly suck on it once he looks up again.

The hero gawks at your exhausted but albeit playful display and proceeds to manoeuvre you so that he's resting against the wall with your back to his chest. Neither of you care about the intimacy, already comfortable together as if you'd known one another for years. You guess that villain was good for at least one thing…

An overwhelmed sigh from him blows past your hair.

"Don't think I've ever been so stressed out," He complains tiredly with his cheeks puffed out, dropping down to the concrete beneath him with you complying to curl up in his lap.

You close your eyes. It sounds like the commotion outside has finally come to an end, the city's usual ambiance having returned during your panicked moments. An amused giggle shakes your weak body.

"I hadn’t even asked you out yet and we’ve already fucked. Wanna get married next?"

"Pfft, shut up..." Bakugo replies with a snort, placing his spinning head atop of yours.

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This took fucking forever

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[archive-of-alexandria]

Grease Paint (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing on Tumblr in over 10 years, but I am so down bad for this man that I can't help myself. I'm working on drafting my Moulin Rouge! x Buggy long-form fic, and this was just something I scribbled out in the meantime. This is pure Buggy x Reader fluff, so I hope you enjoy!

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For once in his life, the ever-flashy clown pirate has nothing funny to say.

Your thumb gently ran along Buggy’s cheek to correct your lines, and the genius jester felt the greasepaint being very obviously replaced by his own maddening blush. Your tongue pokes out in concentration, and he fights the urge to grab it between his fingers – haHA! Cat got your tongue! – and spoil the mood with a poorly concocted joke. 

Buggy blinks.

….Mood? Who said anything about a mood?

A blush begins to bloom under his collar. Buggy had, in fact, been planning a way to weasel his way into your heart for months - and it seems as if you'd fallen right into his brilliantly scripted scene....so how come he can't remember any of his lines?

You continue working, and Buggy’s usually frantic mind suddenly falls deafeningly silent. Instead, the captain seems to fall into a sort of trance – focusing the entirety of his attention on memorizing your face. He observes every freckle and crease, wishing to commit it to memory. This was the first time -the only time - he’d ever been this close to someone in this…domestic…way, holding his breath out of fear that the illusion of contented bliss would shatter. 

Buggy swallows.

He had planned for this, written out every charming and witty line he could think of.

Your eyes catch hold of his through the fan of your eyelashes. Now it was time for your ears to turn pink.

“You’re staring,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and Buggy practically melts as your eyes soften, “Something on my face?” As if on cue, a strand of hair falls in front of your eyes.

God.

He clears his throat, a soft chuckle rippling off his lips, “Well, now there is,” he muses, “Talk about a paid actor.”

You reach to push the hair from your eyes at the same time as he does, fingers awkwardly colliding as soft chuckles and mumbled apologies spill from both of your lips. Still, your eyes hold one another. 

You give way to allow Buggy to proceed, whose deft fingers trace along your forehead and behind your ear. Buggy feels electricity shoot through his hands at the feeling of his touch against you, swallowing as he allows his knuckle to caress your cheek. When you seem to lean into his touch, however, he panics.

It would seem he failed to write that into the script.

Buggy barks out a laugh, gently nudging your face and making a pop! noise with his lips to try and swim back to shore before he’s too far gone. You grab hold of Buggy’s lipstick, the last bit of his flashy facepaint to be applied. 

"And, for the finishing touch," You hum, taking his chin in your hands as you lean forward with his lipstick in hand.

Buggy's heart hammers against his chest as he feels your breath against his lips, the blood rushing to his ears in the same fashion as one hanging from a highwire.

At this moment, he indeed feels as if he is on the trapeze - delicately balancing with the hopes of making it through without a fumble.

“Doh–!” A chuckle passes through your lips, closing your eyes tight at the sight of Buggy’s comically crimson mouth. In the months that you’ve been a part of Buggy’s crew, you've never seen his makeup so fresh…and the sight was actually rather startling. It was as if the captain was in bad 3D, sponsored by technicolor, painted in by the most potent Crayola markers known to man. Buggy’s whole face looks crimson, but perhaps it's just a reflection of the brutal lipstick…

Buggy’s lips, like two bright cherries, suddenly form a pout at the sound of your laughter. His heart sinks, mind immediately skipping to the worst possible conclusion: You agreed to do his makeup not because you might care for him, but rather this was your chance to humiliate him. Buggy could feel his heart clench in his chest, and his delicate balancing act was about to turn into a dive routine.

“What?” He manages to quirk his lips into a strained smile, “You didn’t make me look like a clown, did ya-? Hrumph-!” His attempt at salvaging his pride is derailed by your thumbs pressing to his lips, your giggles giving way to a radiant smile. Little did he know that your fingers against his lips were just as much an attempt to quiet him as they were an excuse to touch Buggy.

“This color is so much more red than usual,” You say, your face growing warm, “What did I do wrong?” 

A blink. Moments pass as Buggy stares at you with saucer eyes before his hands fasten themselves to your wrists with a gentle tug. Had you realized that your fingers were still attached to his lips? 

“If you must know,” he gulped, “I have a top secret makeup technique.”

“Oh?” You feign surprise, leaning closer to your captain. A smirk twists into your lips. “Top secret, eh? Even from me?”

You bat your eyelashes, emboldened by your captain’s sheepish expression, and Buggy mutters a curse under his breath. 

Oh, fucking fucking fucker fuck.

Buggy’s voice lowers and his grip on your wrists tighten, the creak of the supple leather breaking the silence. “Especially from you.” A blink passes with the realization that Buggy wasn’t cracking a joke or being wise. He genuinely seemed…embarrassed. You’re not deterred yet, and instead, he finds you leaning in closer as your legs involuntarily squeeze together – Just imagine what those gloves would feel like in your –

You’re nearly nose to nose with the dread pirate as the air settles thick. For months you and Buggy have fallen into the old routine of cat and mouse, always teetering on the precipice of…something. The way Buggy allows his eyes to follow you during your routine without shame and latches on to your figure like a predator observing his prey is undeniable. He relishes in watching your body twist and writhe on the acrobat hoop, and you'll admit that all of your special tricks are, indeed, for him. You live for the moments he would stalk up behind you after a performance during the roaring applause when no one would be able to hear his voice - low and thick - praise you with lips ghosting your ear: “What a good girl you are, hm? Making your captain proud.” 

Your eyes fall to Buggy’s lips.

“Show me,” you swallow thickly, brushing your nose against his, “Show me your special technique.” 

Buggy’s eyes flicker elsewhere – anywhere – from your gaze before deciding upon your own lips. His grip falters, his body erupting into flame as his eyelids flutter. 

This was it: the climax of the show he has been planning and rewriting in his dreamworld for months. Buggy's flashy showmanship, however, deflates. Your hands are suddenly dropped from Buggy’s grip as he pulls back, redirecting his gaze to his now unoccupied hands. As he begins to peel off his gloves, the silence shifts into something unsettled. The fizzing tension between the two of you seems to thicken.

Meanwhile, Buggy is desperately trying to suppress an impending, raging hard-on. He already feels humiliated enough at the fact that you're laughing in his face, and now...

Cabaji had made fun of Buggy for weeks after discovering the wanted poster smeared in crimson red grease paint in Buggy’s quarters, your face barely visible beneath layers and layers of kiss marks. Buggy initially tried to cover it up, claiming it wasn’t intentional and he just needed something to “blot and perfect” his signature look with at call time. However, the sheer amount of kisses scattered across the page betrays him. There is no denying that Buggy was completely smitten with you. And here you are, practically begging him to kiss you. The set-up, the lead-in, the wind-up to the punchline…It is the perfect joke, all at his expense.

At least Cabaji hadn’t found the other copy of your wanted poster, crinkled and smeared thick with Buggy’s–

“Bugs?” Your hand on his thigh pulls the captain out of his thoughts, eyes darting up to meet yours with an unmistakable look of guilt as he tries to wipe away the memories of his moans and your wanted poster slick with his– “Are you okay?”

The clown clears his throat, finding the willpower to bring his fist before his face with a flourish as his humorless eyes settle on yours in an attempt to save face.

“For your viewing pleasure,” he forces a smile, “The technique!”

Without another word, Buggy begins to rub his lips back and forth vigorously against the top of his hand in order to remove the excess pigment. 

Fuckingfuckinghellthisissostupidthey’regoingtofuckinghatemewhatamIevendoing–

His brilliant demonstration is put on pause as you take hold of his wrist, his gaze snapping up to meet yours. A sheepish grin attempts to cross his lips, but it falters. His eyes fall to the floor.

He looks ashamed.

“For once,” Buggy’s voice is hoarse as he huffs out a laugh, “I don’t have anything funny to say.”

A beat. 

The intimacy of the moment is almost too much to bear, and your skin pricks with nerves.

“Buggy…” you breathe.

Your fingers find his face once again, tenderly wrapping around his chin. Buggy squeezes his eyes shut as you guide his face up to you. He refuses to see the expression in your eyes as you stomp on his glass heart. Suddenly you're cradling his head in both of your hands, “Buggy,” you mused, “I have a better technique to share with you.” 

Your noses bump against one another.

A choking noise passes through Buggy’s lips, and in a moment of sheer desperation for tenderness he whispers, “Please.” 

Your lips finally meet Buggy’s, and the awkward feeling of your body being too far away is overcorrected by the desperate captain. Buggy follows your lips with his body like a man possessed, knees knocking with yours as his arms swallow you whole. His hands find purchase wherever they can, trying to quickly grasp any and all of you as if you'd disappear. It's awkward, teeth knocking against teeth with the expertise of someone never before kissed, and you can't help the smile that comes to your lips.

You break away and Buggy’s breathing hitches, eyes still closed and hands gripping you so tightly you know you’ll have bruises.

You don’t mind, though. Quite the opposite. 

You can always cover them up with a little bit of grease paint.

#buggy x reader #buggy fluff #buggy the clown #buggy imagine #opla buggy #i am so down bad #go burpy! #one piece #one piece imagine

[astralnymphh]

caregiver!ellie is sooo cute but wha about caregiver!reader…

i jus wanna play with her hair n tell her how amazing she is…😞

ughh anon ur in luck cuz I always had the perfect scenario for this in mind. a little tired rn but I'll try, so here we go!! SFW, bit angsty if you squint?? moreso sappy. ✰ . . TLOU UNIVERSE

rust of blood, a scent that churns nostrils and sickens guts. that scent, nested in your nose as you led ellie into the bathroom, embossing crimson prints in each step. damn infected, right? cramming their ridgy fungi bodies through painstakingly set traps– little fuckers weaseled upon your property. nothing to fret about, els was there– as usual– to mow them down to the bone. but everytime, would return a person so done with this bullshit, her own bullshit. gushy assumptions that leave her feeling a tad peeved that she couldn't 'do better for you', when all she gave you was betterness, everyday. it's the little things that tick her off. the little things that sparsely matter to you.

"arms up." you asked, so brittle– so fine. fine on the ears roughened– reddened, scars prevail. with her wearied ass sat atop the baths' edge, you felt nothing waned from nurturing. that beaten freckled face, so preciously relying on you to care for her. ellie draws her arms up, stiller then bark when you tuck and pare her soiled shirt off, plaid pattern muddled by a likeness of bloodshed. you dip down, knees bound to a squat, popping her fly open and rolling the denim up and off her legs. els didn't really utter much. she was really tired, bone–tired. so, with the rest of her clothes messily assorted in a pile at your feet, you arise, guiding her with a shoulder tap. "c'mon–" the clear water welcomes her body, fingertips rubescent as they dig into the white tubs' edge, sinking in slowly. a soft grunt flows from her nose, water rippling as her elbows drift to her flank. you sidle upon a stool beside her, soaked rag in hand, it drips. the drops, they find their way onto els' spent skin of tender bruises. there's a certain breed of kindness that one's hands will pamper along the body of a lover, your hands, her body, a doting kindness. you swipe the rag up her scruff, taking gentle time on the groove where jaw and neck weave in flesh. she reciprocates in pleased buzzes, hums to show an unwaver of contentment. raggy bristles tickle her skin, running along the pistil pores, so smoothly– she just has to let you know, "m'not gonna lie, this is nice." and dreary lids flip to creased ones, uplifted by a fat–cheeked beam. a girl could used to this, after starving of its attention, for so long, years and tears hence. she adds with rasp, an irritated rasp, "fucking stupid of me for not checking the perimeters, m'so dumb, i should've–" she scolds herself, and you scold threefold– kindly, "infected, are fuckin' stupid. not you, babe." it baffles you to even hear her words of self–scorn perk on your ears, you affirm further, "you're so smart for even suggesting the traps in the first place, don't even say that." your available hand skids up her back, knurling knuckles in her pappy wet tuft and pressing a strand to your thumb, "never, say that." you repeat nimbly, lacking tone, pitching in breath. the strand you press, it oozes more drops like a squashed orange, pulping to your mold of it. she smiles wider, and wider, till finally– her teeth held in place. null troubles could sweep those cheeks of dimples. then her lips cleave, and that coral tongue begins to wag again, muttering, "fuck, you're so sweet." then, bowing her head in amusement of her words, she muttered softer than prior, "too sweet." a smile she lifts somehow further, bathwater wets her rosy cheeks– a glisten hardly unnoticed in dim candle blaze.

and what is encouraged beyond those words, is your velvet kiss to her wrist, catching and craning it up to meet your mouth. you sow it, palp it, suckle it, and squeak with a pop, surfing straight into your praise of, "but you're my sweet girl.." moseying the rag down the span of her bicep, mellowly.

"shut up.."

(img from fulltimekardashian on pinterest)

#ellie williams #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras asks #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams concept #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n

[rhinestonz]

☆ CMON’ CHO ☆

Choso was such a good and obedient boy , you had to reward him in some way. You had to make his first orgasm special! 

Virgin!Choso x reader , reader has big boobs , tit fucking , spitplay? Praise , tit sucking.

“Cmon Cho~” you teased , tits sitting lewdly atop the dark haired boy's face as he tried to look up at you. His tiny pleads of nervousness doing nothing but turn you on. It was actually quite amusing, hearing his voice muffled disrespectfully by your chest.

“It’s just i never touched any before”  his voice wobbled, hands sliding up your thighs and digging into the flesh of your hips so desperately. “I know Cho~ I’m letting you touch em ~” you smiled at him , watching his face heat up with a mix of excitement and fear at the words. You grabbed his face, making his eyes lock onto  your boobs as you bent down a bit. However his eyes quickly refocused on your face , more interested in your words. “ I’m letting you feel them because you’ve been such a good boy~” 

Before you knew it , small curses fell from your lips gently. A warm tongue glided against the hardened bud of your tits. Choso’s tongue making tiny circles around it as he moaned out. “ Cho , why are you moaning ?” You inquired with a small chuckle. “S-so good” the boy panted out , slamming his tongue back over your chest as though he couldn’t bear to be apart. His desperation was cute! The strokes of his tongue grew wider and longer, he began to abandon licking and just suck. You felt slick forming in your panties. It was like he was trying to fit the entire roundness of your boob in his mouth. “Cho , you can’t eat them!” You joked with an eye roll. The look of his eyes as he strained them to look up at you shot more waves to your core. 

“Cho ..” you said , breaking apart from his tongue , watching him pout as his mouth emptied. You chuckled as you even saw him reach out a bit. You wrapped your arms around his neck , turning him over and straddling him against the couch. Boobs flush against his chest.  “ I wanna show you something ~” you teased , dropping to your knees in front of him. Your nails tracing along the band of his sweats before pulling them down. His cock springing up like a rather lewd game of pop goes the weasel. You watched his cock twitch as you squeezed your boobs together. “ open up “ you ordered him , his dick got crimson as soon as you did. He loved when you were assertive like that. You ran your palm along the wet of his tongue, smearing it on his cock. Your hand enveloping his length only to sponge his dick neatly between your tits. A small smirk forming as you saw his startled face. You squeezed your tits together , slamming them up and down on his length. “ fuck Cho~ , your dick meant to be between em aye ?” You teased him , watching his dick twitch , hearing soft whimpers leave his mouth as his hips rutted up, desperate for more friction. You watched his tummy cave in a bit as you placed small kitten licks to his tip, swirling around the pink mass. You felt a smile spread across your face as he came on your face, apologizing to no end but still rutting his hips up, fucking his length into the confines of your boobs. “ God please don’t let me go~” he whimpered. “It’s okay Cho, you earned it “

#jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk choso #jjk characters #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #choso jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu choso #choso my beloved #choso kamo #kamo choso smut #kamo choso #choso kamo smut #choso jjk #kamo choso x reader #choso smut #choso x reader #kamo choso x you #choso

[ozarkthedog]

drabble request!! period sex with joel please?? +i love all versions of joel but there’s just something about dark!joel….. 😈🤭🦋🦋🦋

warnings: dark!joel miller. noncon. period/blood play. technically, no smut. I got lost in the build up. 💙

“Oh, sweet girl, blood doesn’t phase me.” Joel coos as his hands wander down your soft thighs. Rough fingers massage the muscles beneath your skin making you squirm as you sit on the edge of the bed. “If anythin’, it makes my cock so fuckin’ hard seein’ you stained red.”

You clamp your legs shut as strong hands weasel between your thighs and wrench them open despite your wails of protest. “I like how squeamish you are.” He grits, watching in awe as your convulsing core drips shiny, red tinged arousal down your crack. 

You mewl under his wild stare and try to close your legs but he tuts his tongue. “Thinkin’ you could keep this cunt from me.” His voice dropped to a deadly octave. “S’my cunt.”

Your wretched from your exposed position only to be put in a more devastating one. Joel molds you to his liking, easily bending you over the bed and putting you on display for him. He dodges an offensive elbow when you aim one toward his face with a shriek. He corrals your flailing arms and encases them in a tight, bone crunching grip behind your back as he darkly chuckles.

“Easy now, no sense in wastin’ our time fightin’. We both know you can’t win.”

He teases your soaked opening with his cock, smearing the glistening, crimson mixture over your folds and coating his bulbous crown. You hide your face in the sheets, overwrought with shame as bloody slick seaps down your thighs making you go slack.

“See. Ain’t that better, sweet girl?” His ample chest presses into your back as he splays his body over you, forcing you deeper into the bed. He cruelly steals the air from your lungs making you twist your head to the side and gasp for oxygen. 

“I know you’re still getting used to takin’ me,” He says softly as his lips brush the shell of your ear, and he cants his hips, pushing his thick, heavy cock between your folds. “the blood’ll make my cock slide in easier.”

#dark!joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #dark!joel miller x you #dark!joel miller x reader #pedro pascal

[lazyjellyfish300]

DD part 4

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber Driver

**image from Google search, is not mine**

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...

TW: MINORS DNI, BLOOD, MODERATE VIOLENCE, ALCOHOL , SUGGESTIVE SEXUAL CONTENT, AGE GAP: READER 26, MIGUEL 34, inspired by the original comic

chapters: Pt 1 ,Pt 2, Pt 3 1 , Pt 3 2 , Part 5

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays y'all! Here's part 4 ⛄🎄❤️🎅🏽 thank you so much to anyone and everyone for reading. Might drop some another Miguel piece later today, we'll see!

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Alchemax, Hudson Valley, NY

A there was a small flick and a tiny crackle that disrupted the eerie silence of the dark lab as Tyler Stone lit a match and ignited a thick cigar. Puffing away thoughtfully, his icy eyes examined his victim, Miguel O'Hara, who lay still on the white tiled floor, presumably dead, his eyes shut and a small red trickle of blood running down his nose. Tyler gave a long exhale.

"Clean this shit up," he ordered to his shorter accomplice, Aaron. Aaron gulped and edged closer to the body, shakily adjusting his thick black rimmed glasses as sweat began to glisten between his eyes, shifting them out of place. Tyler sneered and landed his black Oxford sharply in the middle of Aaron's back, punting him forward til he nearly fell on top of the body Tyler was trying to force him to dispose of.

Aaron grunted and weakly tried to hoist Miguel up, but it was futile. Finally, he seemed to gain a better grip under Miguel's armpits and heaved and strained, dragging him painfully slowly towards the door of the lab. Tyler rolled his eyes at the pitiful display and spun on his heel, eager to head back to his office and execute the rest of his plan. He nearly dropped his cigar when a blood curdling scream came from Aaron and whipped around.

Aaron looked like a small weasel being held in Miguel's grasp while he thrashed his arms pathetically, trying to claw at Miguel's face as Miguel had both hands clamped around his throat, slowly squeezing the life out of the tiny scientist. Tyler's face widened in horror and he grabbed at a handgun under his blazer in a leather holster.

"Damn fucking thing," he muttered under his breath. Miguel's eyes shot over to the struggling executive. Tyler's blue eyes were met with crimson irises. Now, Tyler was a religious man, and he could have sworn he was looking at a demon. No way, you're supposed to be dead.

A small pop erupted from the firearm and then Miguel was on him, beating the ever loving shit out of his face. Tyler swore and cursed then became numb as he ate blow after blow, blood spatter eventually starting to coat his attacker's face. Miguel's teeth gritted harder and harder as he hit, Tyler's arm pinned underneath Miguel's powerful knee. Suddenly, a loud shrill beep interrupted the assault, followed by a harsh chorus of alarms. The fight had triggered the bulding's security systems.

A chill ran up Miguel's spine and his eyes looked frantically at the bloody show below him that was Tyler's face, then at the unconscious weasel Aaron in the corner. Miguel bolted for the door and into the snow. He searched around panicking, trying to figure out an escape, his body charged up with adrenaline. He suddenly became aware of his physical state. He raised his hands in front of his face, horrified at the sight. Small, sharp talons poked out from the tops of his fingers which seemingly retracted slightly when he relaxed them. They were soaked in blood along with the rest of his hand. He kept turning his palms over and over, as though he could find the fake costume piece attached on the back of it, creating the illusion he had talons but there were none. This was real.

What the fuck happened?

Miguel looked down and realized his white button down was also soaked with blood. Shit. He broke out in a cold sweat and heard distant sounds of men pursuing him. An idea came to him and he ripped off the bloodied shirt, leaving it on the ground. He ran towards the trees, now shirtless with just his slacks and dress shoes, not paying attention to his footing and ran off a small ledge, starting to fall 15 feet to the sharp rocks below. Miguel's arms flailed, trying to grab at nothing but air. Instantly, he produced his own life raft. A red, thick band that almost looked electrical in appearance erupted from his forearm, surging directly at the tree on the other side of the ledge when it stuck, catching him mid-fall, the speed and forces at which he was plummeting to the ground suddenly being interrupted and shook his whole body with a violent jolt. Miguel yelled and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a painful landing, then fluttered his eyes open and gazed in utter disbelief at what he was witnessing. What is this? I can shoot... ropes? He hung in the air for a moment, bewildered.

The sounds in the distance grew louder and Miguel knew this was no time to pause and ask questions. He swung himself, gaining momentum, kicking his legs so he swung higher and higher until he hovered over the other side. He let go, the red web breaking and he resumed his escape. He noticed that running was surprisingly easy. He was in excellent shape beforehand but something felt different about his body. He could exert himself and not be out of breath, He could easily overpower Tyler Stone, a man of similar build and strength as him despite Miguel being 6 inches taller. He had these...claws and red webbing he could swing from? Miguel continued running, and thought he'd try and see if he could shoot another red rope. He looked up and aimed for the top of a large pine tree a great distance away, 100 feet in the air.

Immediately, another red web shot out from his forearm, sticking to the target and he was being catapulted to the top of the pine. Miguel's breath stalled in his throat as the cold air nipped at his face, the entire landscape of Hudson Valley coming into view as he ascended to the top. Miguel took a moment to drink in the sight.

This was a view only a normal person could dare to dream of. The fading autumn colors of the forest melting away under a thin blanket of snow that had begun to fall gently that morning. No sounds to be heard from the hibernating wildlife except for the occasional whir from the road from a passing vehicle. His breath hung in the air with condensed puffs.

He thought deeply and tried to recall the moments before the paralyzing pain took over his body. There he was, starting the machine...an image of a spider flashed across the screen. No, that can't be right? A spider, seriously? Miguel suddenly became aware of a weird sensation in his mouth, almost like it was full, pushing against his top lip. He ran his tongue along his teeth then hissed in pain at a sudden prick. He brought his hand to his mouth, trying to search for the intrusion when he felt an sharp canine in the front. This wasn't a normal tooth, it was much sharper than that. Miguel's body filled with a sense of dread. That machine turned him into a freak... he'd never be able to live a normal life again.

Anger surged through his body and he planted a fist into the trunk of the tree on the top of which he stood. The tree shook violently, threatening the stability of his perch. He froze, suddenly humbled by the reaction. He felt himself start to hyperventilate and he tried to soothe his panic attack with internal dialogue. Breathe, breathe... he needed to get out of there and figure out the extent of these deformities, and possibly hide from the authorities if his plan of leaving his bloody shirt behind as his presumed demise didn't work. He looked for a new tree and aimed his forearm at it. Another web shot free and he catapulted to it, and to the next, and to the next, making the long journey back to the city.

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Your apartment, Brooklyn, NYC

It was now Saturday afternoon. You hadn't moved from your spot on the couch except to go to the bathroom over the last 20 hours you were supposed to hear from Miguel. You had hopes that you two would have shared the morning together. Not even had sex (although you had zero objections if you did), but spent all night holding each other under thick blankets, bodies intertwined, trading warmth, his heartbeat the lullaby that brought you to sleep. Now it was almost 4 pm and no word still from Miguel. At this point, you didn't know what to think. Something awful must have happened. You glanced in the bathroom mirror, your eyes still puffy from all your tears the night before. You took a deep sigh, slowly trying to detach yourself from the weight of your feelings tethering itself to Miguel, sinking deeper and deeper into the thought of him. There was so much that you wanted to do, and still hadn't done. Now you'd never know the outcome. He said he wouldn't hurt you but the ache in your chest and the dread that filled the gaps in your mind told a different story. You laid back in your depression heap on the couch, scrolling for something different to watch.

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Alchemax, Hudson Valley NY

Tyler winced and smacked the hand away of his short secretary who was trying to stitch a gash above his right eyebrow, courtesy of Miguel's new talons. She let out a painful squeak and Tyler's focus shifted to the two large men who had Aaron in their grasp. Tyler gave a curt nod and the large man on the right's fist connected with Aaron's stomach. Aaron let out an agonized grunt, wheezing and keeling over into a gasping mess on the floor. The other man gave up his grip as well, letting the short man writhe around as he processed the blow.

Tyler's expression was still stoic, both eyes dark purple from his own beating, several small lacerations adorned his face and his once perfect nose was now skewed to the right, obviously broken. He lit another cigar, a redo from earlier.

"So...you lied to me and said the machine's code would kill him, when in fact you weren't completely certain what it would do?"

Aaron finally managed to balance on all fours, a hand clutching his stomach. He sputtered, "I-ack-never said that-ughfggh!"

Spit ran from his mouth and his eyes watered incessantly as the other man's fist connected with his right cheek, his skin turning bright red upon contact.

"I know damn well what you said." Tyler answered, puffing away on his cigar while his secretary resumed stitching his face, her hands shaking. "For FUCK'S SAKE," he smacked her hand once again and she backed off with a whimper as he stood up, walking to the large glass window behind where Aaron was laying.

Aaron rolled over, eyes shut, the underarms of his plaid buttondown beginning to stain with sweat, a grimace on his face. Finally, he answered. "His-urgh, DNA was spliced...urghhh...it killed all the lab rats we've done it on, I -urgh.. thought it would've done the job..."

Tyler shot an annoyed look at him. "Spliced with what?"

Aaron's response was more groans.

"Spliced with WHAT, jackass?!" Tyler was standing over him now, a scary shadow hanging over its prey, threatening to devour him whole.

Aaron whimpered. "I just took whatever animal DNA sample that was accessed last and put it in..."

Tyler scowled. "You're fucking useless!" He sat back down at his desk and barked at his terrified secretary he fired from her nursing duties. "Bring me the logs for Machine A-2099 in sector 8," he hissed. With a nod she quickly ran out of the office before angering him further.

Tyler let out a deep groan. Everyone on his team was a complete idiot. His whole plan got shot to hell and there was a mutant superhuman on the loose with spliced DNA who probably would come back for revenge. Tyler extinguished his cigar and poured a glass of bourbon instead, turning on the flat screen TV that hung in the corner of his office.

Headlines about the alleged incident at Alchemax stained the front of the screen: "SCIENTIST AT ALCHEMAX BREAKS INTO RAPTURE SUPPLY, ASSAULTS 2, SUSPECT MISSING, NOW PRESUMED DEAD". In the background was shots of law enforcement personnel scouring the forest for signs of the attacker, with one of them holding up a bloodied white button down shirt.

"What the fuck..." Tyler's eyes narrowed at the screen, confused. If he was dead, great, he wouldn't have to get his hands dirty again trying to hunt down Miguel, but now he had to watch his own back and hope that law enforcement wouldn't figure out what really happened and keep the spotlight on Miguel as the disgraced scientist who couldn't resist the allure of Rapture and assaulted him and Aaron who got in his way.

The secretary knocked gently and half-jogged into the office, carrying the logs Tyler requested. Tyler yanked the papers from her and she retreated back to safety in the corner. Tyler's eyes scanned, straining to read the small print under his bulging bruised eyes.

"MACHINE A-2099 LAST SAMPLE ACCESSED AT 20:30 HOURS: SPIDER"

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Brooklyn, NYC about 7 pm

Miguel swung until he came to the edge of the forest, where the Narrows stood, the black water sitting frigid in the night. He looked up and the lights from the Verrazano bridge shepherded the bustling Brooklyn traffic. He was still shirtless except for his black khakis, the stains from his, Tyler's, and Aaron's bloods began to brown and crust. He was a complete mess. He couldn't go back to Manhattan and face his mother, brother, and Gabi like this. Conchata would pelt him with a million questions an hour then possibly have a brain aneurysm and faint, Gabi would probably cry, upset that her papa never came home and was worried sick, and Gabe would just stand there, no thoughts behind his cute brown eyes and Labrador Retriever demeanor, maybe just a "Dayummm bro, what'd you get into now?" Then an "Oh, shit!" as he tended to Conchata after she collapsed from worry.

Miguel would call them first and explain everything, especially because now all three of them probably had a target on their back, including you for being associated with him. He decided he'd take his chances and beg your forgiveness for missing your second date together: the long awaited movie date where you'd show him Hunger Games and eat your favorite snacks.

Maybe he'd even had told you he was falling for you and you two would've shared your first steamy makeout session on your couch. All the pent up frustration and lust he stored and buried deep in his bones for you that traced back to the first night he drove you home as a mere stranger , finally released on your body as he covered it in kisses, not letting one inch of you go untouched while you sighed his name in his ear.

Every time you did, it would make him groan louder until the couch wasn't enough and he'd take you in your bed for the first time. The physical manifestation of your feelings for one another finally coming true in a heated, glorious, sexy, passionate fuck that would last all night and go multiple rounds and maybe even reignite in the morning.

Damn....

He had a lot to do in not very much time. He swung himself to the underside of the bridge, using his talons to hold him in place as he made haste towards your apartment, his heart racing in his chest. He was getting the hold of his new powers already.

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Your apartment, Brooklyn NYC

You laid in your depression nest on the couch still, not budging all day, your hair in a messy bird's nest of a bun on top of your head. A rerun of Jersey Shore was on the TV and you watched it with a poker face as Snooki and Angelina began to fight in Miami. A quizzical look appeared on your face when you heard a soft knock at your door. Now, you were a single woman living in New York, you simply didn't answer the door at all unless someone clearly expressed they were coming over in advance. A feeling in your gut told you that this might be someone you knew. You stood up, using your blanket as a cape.

"Who is it?" You asked through your Ring app. Your heart stopped in your chest when you heard that familiar, deep, voice that dripped like honey.

"It's Miguel..."

You shot up and ran to your door, ripping it open and there he was, 6'9, those dreamy...crimson eyes....? And...shirtless? Worry and sorrow stained his handsome face and scratches and wear and tear from the bitter cold hung on his brown skin. He stared at you, out of breath, pleading like a lost puppy in the cold.

"Please...."

🖤

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Part 5 coming soon!

Tag list: @mysteris-things

#Spotify #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #fanfic #across the spiderverse

[hello-vampire-kitty]

Higan was based on Kenji Miyazawa's "Night on the Galactic Railroad", specifically on the scorpion in a tale within the novel. The names of his abilities are also references to the novel.

The furigana reads "Shall we dance?" while the other reading is "Let's dance, Campanella". The name belongs to one of the characters in the novel.

His other ability is "Scorpio's Flame."

Here is the tale of the Scorpion on which Higan and his abilities were was based on.

"A long time ago in a field there lived a scorpion that ate other bugs by using its tail to catch them. Then one day he found himself cornered by a weasel. Fearing for his life, he ran but could not escape it. Suddenly, he fell into a well and, unable to climb out, began to drown. He started to pray, then, saying: “Oh, God. How many lives have I stolen to survive? Yet when it came my turn to be eaten by the weasel, I selfishly ran away. And for what? What a waste my life has been! If only I’d let the weasel eat me, I could have helped him live another day. God, please hear my prayer.

Even if my life has been meaningless, let my death be of help to others. Burn my body so that it may become a beacon, to light the way for others as they search for true happiness.” The scorpion’s prayer was answered, and his body became a beautiful crimson flame that shot up into the night sky. There he burns to this day."

#servamp #higan #information from the servamp guidebok

[brittle-doughie]

omg! adding what the child between the reader and cookies would be was such a nice touch!!

If you wouldn't mind could you do the same premise with pure vanilla, clotted cream, caviar, red velvet, and madeleine cookie? 👉👈 thank you, you're the best! <3

Whew, that was quite the lot of proposals to go through! You didn’t know that many cookies wanted to bake and bring your child to the world!

“Indeed, but too much attention can make you stressful, Your Majesty. I’d hate if this crowding discourages you from managing the kingdom, I’ll reiterate that this kingdom needs a ruler like you for it to prosper!”

Oh Financier and her worrying, you reassured her that you were a-okay, you weren’t going anywhere. You managed this kingdom since the beginning, no way were you backing out now.

“It’s just..you’re my top priority, Y/N Cookie. Above all others. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you ever left this kingdom…”

Financier…

“Y/N Cookie, there you are!”

You turned to see Pure Vanilla approaching you with a warm smile, you then felt a darkening presence behind you, likely Financier staring down Pure Vanilla as a shadow covered her eyes. You turned and once again placed a hand on her shoulder, nodding to her with a reassuring smile. Financier gazes in your eyes for a second before sighing and giving you a smile on return, nodding her head too.

Hello, Pure Vanilla! What brings him to you today?

“I’ve wanted to give you these!”

Pure Vanilla reached behind him and revealed flowers to you.

“These flowers matched your glow, so I’d figured it was right that I gave them to you!”

Woah, Pure Vanilla…he didn’t have to!

“I just wanted to because you’re a really wonderful friend, Y/N Cookie! I’d give you anything after all that you’ve done for me and the cookies that live here. Anything at all…like a young one for example!”

You sighed with a knowing smile to yourself. Pure Vanilla, you sly weasel.

Y/N Cookie + Pure Vanilla Cookie = Vanilla Bean Cookie

He/Him

A literal bean, the combined benevolence of both cookies formed together when Vanilla Bean was baked, learning the wonders of magic in hopes of helping his fellow cookies in any way he can!

Woah, an Ancient Cookie wishing to be the parent to your child?! Pure Vanilla, are you sure there isn’t any cookie out there more worthy then y-

“Don’t say that about yourself, you’ve always been the most worthy to me! These roses, love and kindness, are how I feel about you! When I’ve heard the news, i believed it would the perfect opportunity to confess these feelings, Y/N Cookie!”

Really?

“Really really!”

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Financier wanted to reserve her judgment and keep herself from speaking her mind for your sake, but even the Ancients were wanting to participate in this competition that was brewing? It’s putting her on edge…

It only got worse as even Cookies of Darkness also look to get with you too, as Red Velvet Cookie attested to.

He had leapt out of a bush, with Chiffon on hand. Financier was ready to unsheathe her sword to defend against the evil cookie, but was halted you, letting her know that Red Velvet meant no harm, quite the opposite in fact if you were guessing correctly.

Of course, he too wished to be the one to share a child with you. A friend to all desserts was an admirable trait of yours and he wasn’t lying when he says he’s been thinking on this for a long while now!

“The cookie created between you and me will be the one to lead all desserts across the land!”

Y/N Cookie + Red Velvet Cookie = Crimson Cake Cookie

He/Him

A bonafide beastmaster, just a simple glance will have all sorts of critters join Crimson Cake’s side!This does leave him unpopular amongst properties that have a no pet rule though.

You were about to answer him when Financier held your hand and whisked you away from the cookie, causing him to follow after the two of you, clearly getting angered by Financier interrupting you.

You sighed as you stood by the sidelines, watching the two cookies devolve into arguing for a few minutes.

If the word was really out, then it’s only to get more annoying for Financier down the line.

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Knight Commander Madeleine Cookie. Oh god, Financier could feel her face darken as Madeleine happily approached you with his proposal for a child, of course he had heard about the rumors going around the kingdom. Financier has her personal gripes with Madeleine, but ultimately kept it at a polite level.

Him wanting your child? Forgive her if she lets out a snarky remark or two. Madeleine wasn’t a terrible cookie, but..you could do so much more then…that.

“I wish to have a child with a cookie that I ultimately trust the most. The responsibility to create and take care of your child would be a honor and I will do nothing less but my very best to make sure they grow up to shine just as brightly as their parents!”

Y/N Cookie + Madeleine Cookie = Butter Cake Cookie

They/Them

Butter Cake wants to follow in their father’s footsteps into becoming a noble Paladin and they have your full support! Madeleine openly expresses joy for his child and isn’t afraid to show it!

Madeleine held your hand as he rambled on the joyous memories the both of you will have with your child if you grant him this wish!

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Financier didn’t have to scare him off like that.

You tell Financier as you two sat at a outside table by the Latte Cafe.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty. There’s just better options then Madeleine.”

“Y/N Cookie, I’ve been hearing about ya wanting a kiddo in your life. I’ve braved many ferocious seas in my life, but the turbulent path of parenthood ain’t no cake walk. I wish to travel that path with ya if you allow me.”

Y/N Cookie + Captain Caviar Cookie = Golden Egg Cookie

She/Her

Taking a different path from her dad, Golden Egg Cookie is a swashbuckling pirate. What she also took from you is your good nature, Golden Egg is incredibly merciful, only really resorting to severe attacks if given no other option. Prefers to just yoink stuff from cookies then hurt anyone.

Ok, Financier thought Elder Captain Caviar Cookie was definitely better then Madeleine, so this was good timing that he happened to come along.

“Not so fast, Captain Caviar Cookie. I mean no disrespect when saying this, but I’d believe that matters regarding Y/N Cookie are of the most importance to me, including the right to have their children.”

The Consul as well? Eugh, Financier sighed again. She should’ve anticipated this too. Every Cookie in the kingdom must be talking about the rumors, which meant a whole lot more where that came from.

Y/N Cookie + Clotted Cream Cookie = Sour Cream Cookie

She/Her

Sour Cream would be raised with the upmost care and love within House Custard. Custard Cookie could try to mold her into the Cookie most suitable to be in charge of the House when it’s her time, but Clotted would be incredibly against anything that would hurt his kid. Sour Cream will be the kind and responsible Cookie that he knows she can be.

#brittle answers #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #red velvet cookie #clotted cream cookie #madeleine cookie #captain caviar cookie

[heartfullofleeches]

What if i just......full blown make out with each yan vampire with fresh blood in my mouth and when or if they ask assuming theyre brains are still functioning after i tell it's not mine so don't worry

"Darling~ Please just a little more. You've kept me waiting for so long."

Grumbling in frustration, you ram your lips against the bloodsucker's awaiting tongue; the forked muscle weaseling past the plush lines and cleaning your teeth of the blood still clinging to them. You tug on their hair as a warning as their fangs tease your skin. The freak has the gull to moan. Greedy bastard. They all were. The entire household was spread across the bed this little ritual was held in, suckling blood from your crimson soaked clothes and kissing your well worked muscles as they awaited their turn to drink from your lips.

This feeding occurred once a month at minimum. While your own blood was hardly ever spilled, your masters demained to use you as a dinner plate or you somehow be at fault for their raid on the village below. It really wasn't any of your concern, but some of them get so whiny when you say no you had no choice but to comply. An added bonus was they gave you an extra day off for each accidental bite so it wasn't a complete lost.

The vampire siphoning drying blood from your collar traverses up to the crook of your mouth and laps up the reddish saliva leaking from within. You lightly smack at their cheek. Wait your damn turn. Feeling the other's growing antsy, and growing tired of the bloodsucker's tongue playing tag with your own, you shove them off you and get ready for the next one in line. You cringe as the copper taste fills your mouth from the wine glass in your hand, the cup already half way drained from those would couldn't wait and had tipped it down your arm. A pity it not your own, but even utter garbage becomes the finest ambrosia when blessed upon you by a fallen angel in the form of a grumpy servant.

Blood trickling onto your shirt, you turn your head and offer yourself to the ghoul dying for your attention over your shoulder. You spit the contents in your mouth down their throat, but of course that isn't enough. They hold you by the jaw as they swab every corner of your mouth free of blood and drool. Their fingers work across the veins in your neck, obtaining a high like no other just from feeling your steady pulse.

Reaching their fill, your master falls off you and onto the mattress like the leech they are. They curl against your back as the next works their way up to your face. One down, however many more to go. You still had to give the count their meal after this and they were surely to be pissed for how long it was taking. Your leg juts forward as a sharp sting punctures your inner thigh.

"Alright, who just bit me? Don't make me grab the spray bottle."

#Maid reader #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere harem #poly yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere vampire

[thatmexisaurusrex]

that’s not gonna make it (most of this isn’t gonna make – )

Hey! First fic in a little while. I made it more for me than anything because a lot of it just makes me giggle 😂 But it's also for @sambuckylibrary's SamBucky Valentine's Bingo 2024 for the prompt on Creator Card #2 - "Mutual Pining". Enjoy! 🥰

that’s not gonna make it (most of this isn’t gonna make – )

|Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 4.8K |

Summary: Sam and Bucky are a couple of dorks.

Excerpt:

“I saw you walk into the woods alone, so…” Bucky started, suspiciously not making eye contact with Sam. “So, you’re stalking me?” asked Sam as he tried to hide a smile. Which was when Bucky’s face went crimson. “No – I. No. Not – stalking. I’d walk into the woods for anyone,” Bucky stumbled through some sort of explanation for this. “Oh. Anyone?” asked Sam, putting on a frown. “Not anyone – just – I didn’t want you to be alone. With the. Bears. Weasels. Meese,” said Bucky as Sam laughed. “Meese, eh?” giggled Sam, “The moose are out to get me?” “You don’t know what they’re thinking. With those. Big adorable eyes. Eating grass,” said Bucky, somehow turning redder, “What, moose haven’t attacked before?”

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#sbvday2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #mutual pining #dorks in love #tooth rotting fluff #light angst #5 + 1 fic #crack treated seriously #my fic #that’s not gonna make it (most of this isn’t gonna make – )

[fjoresterthoughts]

After reading Fjord’s Mighty Nein Origins, I’m getting emotional thinking about how Jester came into his life. We see him in his childhood and youth being abused repetitively, and he was conditioned and then trained by Vandran to always have your guard up, not let anyone see your weaknesses and exploit them, and always bracing for defensiveness and roughness.

And then we see Jester, and its framed so differently:

She’s not trying to exploit him, be mean to him, or have ill-intentions with him. She just wants someone to travel with, and a friend. She's fun. There must have been such a shift internally for him to be around someone like her. His shoulders can relax just slightly, she's not what he is anticipating, and she doesn't tell anyone about his secret accent. The very very start of letting his defences down.

I also really like that in that last panel, its just the two of them walking side by side. No buildings, no stars or clouds in the sky, no other people. The background is very empty, and it really highlights how Fjord has nobody in that moment except for her, and Jester is also very much on her own as well (except for a little crimson weasel that is hidden in some frames there). Neither of them have ever physically been out on their own before either, with Fjord at the orphanage and then on the Tide's Breath immediately, and Jester always being in the Chateau.

And of course, it makes me emotional too that she says "It kinda looks like we're headed the same direction! Wanna walk together a bit?" because in the epilogue, they are headed in the same direction again - more adventure, freedom, and towards the ocean and coast instead of away from it. But this time, they're walking together in a different way. They're walking together through a romantic relationship and its such a beautiful parallel. They met, decided to go together, and never stopped.

#mighty nein origins spoilers #mighty nein origins #fjorester #fjord #critical role #meta #cr spoilers

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic september 9 — carry — 1.6k words — mentions of sex at the end of the chapter! kinda nsfw

or; in which Regulus has a tense neck and James is so, so helpful <3

Regulus has, frankly, had enough of carrying children around for the next three of his lifetimes.

Ron has busted his knee open on the gravel outside while playing catch and is now crying? Regulus is cradling him close as he whisks back inside and playing doctor as he gets the gentle disinfectant and band-aids. Neville had a little pee accident? Regulus is carrying him to the bathrooms with outstretched arms for a change of clothes. Harry is getting into a fight with another kid over a toy situation involving being mean to Hermoine? Regulus has to swoop down and take him to the quiet room to calm him down and then talk about voicing one’s feelings or getting the help of an adult.

The frown gradually eases off his little forehead behind his round glasses as he listens to Regulus, sniffling occasionally. He has a spiderman themed patch over his left eye that Regulus finds mortifyingly adorable.

Honestly, Regulus would have quit long ago if it wasn’t for how easily these little stinkers have weaseled their ways into his heart.

Regulus is 23 and his back is a tragedy.

His joints bop and creak and the muscles in his neck are stiffer than cement at his point.

Being bent over the low desks in the tiny chairs to help the kids arts and craft the decoration for this Friday’s Halloween party is not doing him any favors either.

“Stan Lee called, he wants his wall-crawling, web-shooting superhero back!” a warm voice comes from the door to their group’s room.

Well, Regulus supposes there might be one or two more reasons besides the kids he likes his job for.

Harry groans next to him without looking up, vaguely wagging his arm in James’ direction, “Noo, daddy, I can’t go yet. I need to finish my snow owl!”

Regulus finally lets himself look up from his seat to catch James crossing his arms and leaning into the doorframe. He’s in a crimson cable knit sweater over a crisp white button down and dark gray slacks that fit inappropriately snug in all the right places.

James nods solemnly, “Right, right, because the other five snow owls taped to your bedroom window need one more for company or they’ll be lonely, huh?”

Harry sighs exasperatedly, “This one’s not coming home with us.”

James raises an eyebrow at Regulus in question, badly concealing his grin.

“These are for the party on Friday,” Regulus supplies helpfully, quickly swiping the glue from Ron before he sticks it in his mouth the fourth time today. Lily was the one to sign herself up for bringing Harry as well as brownies and lemonade so Regulus isn’t too surprised it wasn’t at the front of James’ mind.

This one shoots up then, “Oh, fu—n,” gawking at his own slip-up.

Regulus levels him with an unimpressed stare, lips twitching.

James drives his fingers through his chaotic curls, “Yeah, funny thing, I actually meant to talk to you about it, Regulus.”

A gentle shiver tingles it’s way up Regulus’ spine, “It’s Mr. Black.”

James makes a face that says obviously, “I know, love,” licks his lips to conceal the cheeky smile threatening to spill. Regulus wants to hit him. “Lily actually had something come up, and I was able to postpone a meeting so now I’m the one bringing Harry and staying for the buffet.”

Oh.

“Oh,” Regulus’ jaw might drop a bit.

James hums happily and then steals a pen out of the little basket on the table next the door, “Unfortunately I’m no good with brownies, I do however make the best fruit sticks covered in chocolate— so,” points the pen at Regulus with a grin, “Where do i sign?”

Regulus ducks his head against the flush crawling up his cheeks as he stands up, “Um— I’ll get the list.”

“Oh, no worries, Regulus,” his colleague Dorcas leers from across the table, “I’ve got the gremlins managed. I think James would be happy to head upstairs with you and while you’re at it,” Regulus already knows what’s coming as Dorcas’ smile turns overly sweet, “I’m sure he could give you a hand with my new desk chair with those big muscles of his.”

Regulus looks over at James, “You don’t have t—”

“Lead the way,” James says with a wink.

James carries the oversized carton up the stairs without breaking a fucking sweat while Regulus had taken one look at it, nudged it with a knee to see how heavy it was and then told Dorcas not a chance in hell.

Because, as established, his back is a tragedy and all that.

It’s twinging now too as he takes the thick binder out of the cabinet and drops it on top with a thunk.

Regulus tilts his neck and lets his upper spine crack with a grunt, does the same on the other side while he flicks through the papers.

James looks at him with an unnaturally blank expression when he asks, “You okay?”

Regulus rolls his shoulders to ease the tension, making a non-comical noise.

“Well, it’s no surprise you have some back pain working with children.”

Regulus chuckles humorlessly, flicking a glance James’ way, “What are you, a physio-therapist?”

“Oh,” a smug chuckle that has Regulus turning warily, “Close enough.”

Regulus crosses his arms in front of his chest and waits for him to elaborate.

James cocks his head, mimics his stance and waits him out patiently.

Regulus has half the mind to kick him.

Asks, with an eyeroll that’s nearly painful, “Well, what’s your occupation?”

“I’m a chiropractor.”

“Oh, you’re kidding.”

“Am not, today might just be your lucky day.”

Regulus considers that for a moment.

He could easily shrug it off as a joke. Roll his eyes once more, hand James the damn list to jot down his name and stupid, sexy chocolate covered grapes and strawberries and god knows what else and then kick him the fuck out and back down to collect Harry and have him on his merry way.

He could do that.

Should, probably.

It’s just that his neck really fucking aches and it’s even gotton to the point of disturbing his sleep the past few days.

Regulus sighs, “I don’t have any cash on me right now.”

James snorts, “I didn’t expect you to pay me, love.”

Regulus worries his bottom lip between his teeth for another moment.

“C’mon you look stiff as a board,” James nods his chin at him and Regulus turns dutifully but not without another eyeroll.

James steps closer and immediately draws his left palm up over his back, thumb tracking his spine. “I’m warning you though, these babies have it in them,” digs the pads of his strong fingers into Regulus’ shoulders for enunciation.

Regulus blames what comes out of his mouth next on the mind boggling spice of James’ cologne, “I’m good with hard.”

The hands twitch against Regulus for a moment and he hears a noise that sounds like James is running his tongue along his teeth behind his lips.

Voice husky and breath tickling Regulus’ dark curls, “Alright,” a hand running down Regulus’ spine as a thumb digs into a pressure point in his neck, “Good to know.”

James seems to mostly palpate the hotspots of Regulus cramped muscles and the places of where joints would have to be realigned.

Body heat warm from behind and palms thorough as he kneads Regulus’ hard muscles and puts pressure along where he scans for more issues.

When he circles back to his neck and uses both his hands on one side Regulus can’t help but groan, shivering involuntary.

James makes a small cooing noise, “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry, I'm sorry.”

Regulus pants a breath, shakes his head feebly, “Mm, you’re good.”

“This doesn’t look too good, love,” James voice rumbles, closer to Regulus’ ear now.

Regulus hisses at the sting when James releases the muscle and goes over to the other side. His mouth drops open and he whines too loudly when James picks back up with his administrations.

“Regulus,” if he was less caught up the unforgiving press of his fingers Regulus maybe would have noticed how strangled James sounded.

He works him dutifully through the other side and then slides his palms past Regulus’ shoulder blades and rests them at the dip of his back for a lingering second before gently squeezing at his waist.

Prompts Regulus into turning around and coming to face the other man again.

His lips look a bit redder than Regulus remembers.

“Well, that’s all I can do for now without my office massage table,” James rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly.

Regulus rolls his shoulders out and notes with satisfaction how much looser he feels already, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, love,” James replies with a smile so warm Regulus melts a bit around the edges.

He feels embarrassingly gooey.

James ends up filling out the sheet and then leaving with Harry five minutes later.

When he shows up Friday noon he’s clad in ridiculously tight pants again and a ridiculously orange pumpkin jumper. Also cat ears for some reason.

Lily is able to join for a few minutes at the end, watching Harry perform the trick or treating song they had the kids learn and then taking him home.

James ends up staying to help clean up.

He feeds Regulus one of the last chocolate covered fruit sticks—grape, strawberry and blueberries, honey melon and peaches.

Regulus ends up blowing James for it, turning him into a groaning, whimpering mess as he sucks his heavy cock into the back of his throat and James retaliates by realigning his spine in a very non-chiropractor way.

They crush the rest of Molly’s blueberry muffins while they’re at it.

#god im so tired #wrote the last bit barely conscious #suddenly they were fucking? #lol #gnight guys<3 #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #lune’s tiny fic

[iijadraws]

trying to warm up by testing how wrong i can draw a crimson weasel before jester materializes here to take the pen from my hands (also spot a wild frumpkin)

#critical role #sprinkle #mighty nein #i have. heard the news. of mighty nein animated #idk what i think about it but i know i have to see it one day