#he’s not gonna drag you down the ocean for sure don’t worry

[sleipliir]

He missed you guys too!💖🐙

#oh look he’s reaching out to you #he’s not gonna drag you down the ocean for sure don’t worry #made this bg transparent #did it work? #how do webbed hands look wtf am so sorry #yourboyfriend game #yourboyfriendgame #y0urb0yfriend #yourboyfriend #yourboyfriend fan art #yourboyfriend peter #peter #yb #yourboyfriend au #mer-octopus #mer-octo peter #sleip-art #doodle

[cloudninetonine]

My depression is kicking my arse rn, like, at dangerous levels ouhgfofiu

So here's a little vent story <3 It is angst <3

If I don't feel better soon you're gonna get more angst posts

Warnings: Implied character death(s), implied child/teen death, descriptions of gore and implied fight with monsters, implied self sacrifice (???), description of missing limbs (arm and eye)

“...(na…me)?”

The pain was unbearable, your body broken and bloody on the sands of Hyrule shore as you stared at the endless expanse of midnight blue with dotted points of spatial beauties staring back at you. You could almost feel the pity, the sadness and the mourning all the way from down here, on an earth you didn’t quite know in a universe that wasn’t your own.

Shuffling sounded from your right, the sound of something heavy dragging through the sand slowly getting closer and closer until finally the presence was right next to your, a hand resting on your arm- well, what was left of your arm. That was gone, the stump bleeding profusely with the jagged chunk missing from your side that seeped the red onto the once pristine beach beneath you.

…you were so tired.

In so much pain.

…this was it, wasn’t it?

“...(name)...” The hand moved to grab your shoulder, dislocated from his position and painful as the person squeezed the area- you couldn’t blame him, you knew his body was probably just as broken as your own. “Are…are you…still- there?”

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t turn your head- the pain from your neck was a dull thump in your throat but you knew it would be excruciating if you tried to move.

“Yeah…” You croaked, surprised but slightly happy you could still manage sound. “...can you…can you see me anymore?”

Wind sniffled; wobbly and scared, a normal reaction for the child he was.

A child…

His grandmother was probably so worried about him…

The sailor coughed. “They…they only took one eye…”

You choked on a sob, eyes watering. “An eye…?”

“...just one.”

Just one.

It was just one monster earlier. Then it was two, then three, then four, five, six- you counted 20 before you and Wind were finally overwhelmed, subjected to the unbearable torture that soon followed for what felt like hours after. You were sure the rest of the boys could probably hear your screams from miles away, probably heard the terror and the pleading as you begged for them to come and save you, rescue you from this horrid suffering.

…why weren’t they here?

Wind sniffed again, hacking a little right next to your ear- the feeling of liquid just grazing the shell as the young hero coughed up some blood.

“...I’m cold.”

A tear ran down your cheek. “...me too.”

You’d both lost too much blood.

It probably wouldn’t be long now…

The waves nearby crashed rhythmically against the sand in an almost hypnotic symphony that your ringing ears honed in on. White noise, calming and serene despite the aching agony that every last part of your felt, imagining yourself walking against the beach barefoot with the water just tickling your skin. The beach spanned on for forever, disappearing into the horizon as you continued to walk and walk without a destination. There was no need to think about the time passing as the sun began to set just off the coast, diving into the ocean and leaving a beautiful sunset that your eyes would memorise for all of eternity.

Wind grunted as he crawled a little closer, the feeling of his body burrowing into your less injured side a comfort in the isolating feeling that…death seemed to be bringing forth. His head was gentle to rest on your chest, curled into you like a child with it’s mother as they slept, your void arm trying to desperately wrap around him in an act to bring that feeling of reassurance.

…you instead moved your other to hold one of his hands, using as much strength as you could to interlock your fingers.

You could feel the warm blood drip, drip, drip, from his empty socket.

“...I’m tired.”

You slowly blinked towards the sky. “...me too…”

“...I don’t…think…the others are…coming…”

Your eyes blurred from your tears, running down your face like a gentle spring. “...yeah…”

The young boy sniffled once more, a silent teary hiccup leaving him. “...I’m gonna…gonna sleep…”

You tightened your fingers; Wind tightened his.

“....yeah me too, Link…”

The natural ambience was a nice thing to hear. The waves, the gentle breeze, the rustle of palm trees- you didn’t mind these sounds being the last things you heard. Natural and beautiful, like a lullaby sending you beyond, into the great unknown of death. It was calming. The frantic palpitations of your heart, fighting desperately to keep your battered body from buckling under the weight from all the pain, slowly falling into a more gentle pace that grew weaker and weaker with each passing second.

You glanced at the mess of blonde hair laying against you.

“...Link?...”

You could still feel his breaths, slow and weak against your chest, but you knew that wouldn’t last much longer.

You glanced back up at the sky, eyes moist from your uncontrollable crying- reflecting the ethereal glow of the stars from above.

“...Take me…”

Silence.

“...I know you can fucking hear me…” Anger was in your voice, mixed with desperation and fear. “...He’s already gone through enough…Let him live and take me…instead…I’ll go willingly…I won’t fight it…just don’t let him die….”

The stars blinked, something gold shot across the sky…A shooting star…

Your vision began to blur and darken, the world slowly moving further and further away as the exhaustion took over your entire being.

“...This is all…I’m asking…my only..prayer..

Let...Link...live…”

Fade to black.

#linked universe #lu #linked universe x reader #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid #angst #heavy gore

[domxmarvel]

To the ends of the ocean

Masterlist  

Day 8-Boat (Tinkerbell and the pirate fairy au) Female!Reader

A/N: I know it’s a weird au but I recently rewatched the movie and I can’t stop thinking about it 

A knock on your door woke you up,it was the middle of the night and whoever was knocking wasn’t stopping. 

“What could be so important?” You opened the door to see Luka standing there,he quickly moved closer to you.

“It’s very important,come on” He dragged you behind him,begging him to slow down. He only did when he reached his house. “You need to see this” He dragged you inside and seemed to hesitate before saying “Just promise you’ll keep it a secret”

“Luka,what is it?” He pulled the sheet off the table,showing a bunch of supplies,Vials,bottles and bowls. He grabbed one of the bowls and pulled the lid off,letting you look inside. It was filled with what looked like regular pixie dust,but it was orange. He dipped his fingers into it and moved to the window.

“Back up a bit” He extended his hand and the moonlight bent at his fingertips. 

“How are you doing that,you’re not supposed to-” He turned back to you.

“incredible isn’t it?”

“Where did you even find this dust?”

“I made it”

“Bluebell,you know you shouldn’t be messing with the dust.It’s too dangerous” You held his hands,still glowing with dust. “I don’t want you to get hurt”

“I appreciate your concern but I need to do this. If I don’t we’ll never know what it's capable of” 

“I’m not gonna stop you am I? How can I help” His eyes widened “If I can’t stop you,I could at least make sure you don’t get hurt”

The sunlight on your face woke you up,you yawned,not realizing you had fallen asleep. Looking over you saw Luka asleep on your shoulder,some blue dust on his face. You shook him carefully.

“What time is it?” 

“I don’t know” He yawned before stretching his arms above his head. You pointed out the dust on his cheek which he quickly wiped off. “I should get going”

“Wait” He grabbed your arm. “Well now that we made the dust,we still need to test it out”

“How about tonight?”

“That sounds great” He seemed to blush at the idea,it was cute and you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing his cheek. 

The late night rendezvous continued until he had used up all of the blue dust,which you knew would happen and you thought that was it until he somehow showed up with three more pieces. You wanted to say something,because you were worried. If someone found out you didn’t know what would happen to him. You decided to stay quiet about the whole situation,opting to distance yourself from him. That was until you started not seeing him anywhere,after three days you decided to check on him. Knocking on the door,it slowly opened. It hadn’t been closed properly or locked,which made you even more worried. Stepping inside you saw that it was messy,like he had left in a hurry.  You were later told by Marinette that someone found out about what he was doing,and he had escaped before someone could even speak to him. So he just left without saying anything,without saying goodbye.

*One year later*

It had already been a year since he left and it was time again for the season's celebration.

“Are you alright?” Marinette asked,putting her hand on your shoulder.

“It’s weird to be celebrating today. It’s been a year since he left,I just can’t stop thinking about him”

“I miss him too,but we just have to move on”

“I don’t understand how everyone can just move on like he was never a part of our lives!” You hadn’t realized that you yelled until everyone was staring at you. You left as quickly as you could. Flying up into one of the trees that let you see the festival still,you just sat there. This was where the two of you would hide when you didn't want someone to find you. Everyone was at the celebration so it was strange to see someone fly by you,you flew behind them,ducing in between the trees so that they wouldn’t see you. They looked extremely familiar but you couldn’t see their face. You saw them fly behind the audience in the stadium,throwing around some pink glitter that made flowers grow. That wasn’t glitter, it was pink pixie dust,and there was only one person who knew how to do that. “Luka” You whispered,feeling like saying his name would somehow prove to you that it was really him. The flowers bloomed and you saw everyone fall asleep and him flying away,towards the pixie dust tree. You followed behind him,until you reached the tree. He immediately made his way to the room with the blue dust,you heard the clicking of the lock followed by it opening. Peaking your head through you finally got a good look at him,it really was him,he was back. He was back,but he was back to take more dust,not for anything else. You were the only one who could stop him right now,you just hoped he’d actually listen to you. You peaked through again and he was gone,but you didn’t see him fly out and all the dust was still there. You took one step in,looking around. He quickly jumped in front of you,pushing you back against the wall. His sword against your throat,which quickly dropped to the ground when he finally looked at you.

“Y/N” 

“Hey,Bluebell” You could see his eyes get softer and like they could flood with tears at any moment. He hugged you,wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could as you did the same. He suddenly pulled away from you to grab the blue dust before turning back to you again. 

"I know I left without a word and I have a lot of explaining to do,but please come with me"

"Luka,I-" You were going to say no,but all you could think of was how everyone moved on with their lives and did not care where he was or if he was even okay. You felt like the only one who cared and you weren't going to make him feel like you didn't. You weren't going to pretend like he was never a part of your life. "Of course I'll go with you"

"You truly are the only one that understands me. Come on you're going to love my boat" He took your hand as you flew,he led you to the coast. 

The ship was beautiful as he said,he had a small crew but they seemed to be close,it gave you some comfort knowing that he had someone there and wasn't completely alone. They quickly welcomed you into the group. They set sail and gathered on the deck to just talk,they kept asking questions about you which wasn't exactly surprising. You answer what you were comfortable with until Luka stood up which made everyone stop and look at him.

"It's getting late,everyone get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us. Y/N come with me" You followed close behind him,he started talking about the dust and what he learned. 

"Luka" He stopped and turned to face you,giving you his full attention. "You said you'd explain" He sighed,his face falling. You knew this wasn't going to be pleasant but you had to know. He sat down at the table in his workshop,gesturing for you to sit down which you did. 

"After I ran out of the blue dust I tried to get more,which was way too easy" He said,bragging about it but simultaneously bringing up a really good point. "Anyway I was found out when someone noticed some pink dust on my arm,I was kicked out" He paused for a moment "so I left because I didn't want to get you in trouble"

"You know I would've left with you"

"I know" 

“Well I’m with you now and I’m not going anywhere”

~~~~

@aagn360

#LCAM2023 #lcam #luka x reader #luka couffaine x reader #Luka Couffaine #luka imagine #luka fanfic #MLB imagine #mlb x reader #mlb fanfic #MLB #mlb imagines #ML #ml x reader #ml imagine #miraculous ladybug #miraulous ladybug #miraculous ladybug x reader

[kusuguricafe]

Denki Makes a Splash!

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you're having a fun summer ⛱️☀️

Summary: Denki’s pitfall prank goes awry—will the UA girls be able to turn the tides?

Characters: lee!Kaminari, lers Momo, Jirou, and Mina (Sero cameo)

“You guuyyys,” Mina whined, “I forgot my towel!

Class 1A had taken a well earned trip to the beach to relax and have some summer fun. Most of the students were busy putting on sunscreen or setting up their beach towels and umbrellas.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Momo started, “I can just make one for yo—”

“WAIT! Look over there! Is that mine? It looks just like it!”

Sure enough, a hot pink and black zebra striped towel lay upon the sandy beach before Mina and Momo. The two walked over to inspect it.

“Yep, that’s definitely mine. I accidentally burnt a couple small holes into it right here, see?” Mina gestured towards the edge of her towel.

Momo nodded. “I wonder how it got here.”

“You know, this is actually a pretty nice spot.”

“Shall we set up here?”

“Hey! Wait for me, you two!” Jirou called out.

“Jirooouuu! We’re gonna set up heaaAAAAHH!!” Mina plopped down onto her towel and, to her surprise, plummeted a few feet before hitting the bottom of a sandy pitfall.

“Oh my! Mina! Are you alright?” Momo exclaimed.

“Mina!?” Jirou cried.

“I-I’m fine! Just uh, a little stuck!”

“Hold on one second,” Momo said as she began to create a rope ladder. “Jirou! Be a doll and come help me hold this for her, will you?”

“Coming!”

“Ha! I can’t believe she actually fell for it!” Denki snickered from behind a nearby rock.

“She really fell for it, huh?” Sero quipped.

Jirou’s earphone jacks perked up at that all-too-familiar squeaky laughter. “KAMINARI!!” she roared, facing his direction.

“Crap—quick, let’s go!”

Denki and Sero bolted in different directions.

“Once we pull her out of here, you’re dead!” Jirou shouted, “DEAD! You hear me!?

Momo and Jirou managed to hold the rope ladder steady enough for Mina to successfully climb up out of the pit, towel and all.

“Thank you guys!! Jirou, did you see Denki?”

“No, but I heard the little punk. He would have had access to your room at some point before we all left, right? I bet he’s the one behind this.”

“You’re probably right,” Momo sighed, “He’s always pulling stunts like this.”

“I say we take revenge,” Jirou declared. “Who’s with me?”

“I am.” Momo raised her hand.

“Aye, aye, captain!” Mina saluted.

“Let’s make sure that loser gets a taste of his own medicine!”

And so the hunt began. The three girls headed in the direction where Jirou had heard him. After several minutes of searching and asking around, they still had yet to find him. Until…

“Do you guys see that yellow thing in the water?” Momo asked.

Mina and Jirou looked over towards the ocean.

“I think I can see his signature black lightning bolt! C’mon!” Mina urged.

The trio started running towards the sea. Kaminari’s familiar outline became clearer the closer they got.

“There you are!” Jirou yelled.

Already in their bathing suits, the girls ran into the water after him.

“Ah! Stay back!! Or I, I…! I’ll sneeze!”

“You can’t do that, you idiot! You’ll shock everyone else along with us!” Jirou exclaimed.

“Oh, r-right… WHA! W-wait! Jirou! You can’t just drag me out of here!”

“Help me out, Momo, Mina!”

“On it!” Mina said, grabbing Denki’s other arm.

Momo quickly made a lasso and tossed it his way.

“Oh, come on!” Denki cried, “There’s no way you just lassoed me!!”

The three girls managed to pull the poor boy back to shore.

“We’ve got you now!” Jirou said.

“What are you gonna do with me?” Denki asked nervously.

“Let’s toss him into the hole!” Mina said.

“Good idea!” Momo agreed.

“Better yet, let’s bury him in it!” Jirou suggested.

“Bury me??”

The girls looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They hauled him over to the hole he had dug. Momo tied his wrists together with the lasso. They (gently) threw him in and started filling the sand in around him.

“You guys can’t just bury me alive!!!”

“We’re not going to bury your head,” Momo reassured.

“Or your feet!” Mina added.

Denki looked up at them, confused. Unable to free himself from his binds, he succumbed to his fate.

There Kaminari lay, face up, almost entirely buried in sand.

“Now for your real punishment,” Mina smirked.

“This wasn’t my punishment!?”

Momo and Jirou looked at Mina in confusion as well. She walked over to Denki’s bare feet, knelt down, and skittered her nails all over his exposed soles.

“This is your punishment!”

“AAAIIIEEEE NONONONONOHOHOHO! Minaa nOHOHOhoho!!” Denki protested.

Momo giggled. Jirou kneeled down near his head.

“Good thinking, Mina! How you like this, huh?” Jirou teased, tickling Denki’s neck and ears.

“I dohohohon’t! Nohohohohoho!!”

“You don’t know?” Momo chimed in. “Maybe this will help?” She sat beside his buried torso and began digging a small window in the sand, revealing Denki’s tummy.

“Nohohohohot you tohohoo-AAAHH NO! PFFTAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHALL OF YOU!!”

“Haha, his hair’s standing on end!” Jirou pointed out.

“Coochie coochie coo~! This is what you get for breaking into my room and stealing my towel! And then setting up a trap!? Really, Denki?”

“IHIHI’M SAHAHAHAHAHARRYY!” The tickling felt so much more intense with how little he could move away from six hands! “PLEHEHEHEHEEAAASE!!”

Momo dipped a finger into his belly button and wiggled it around, Mina was focused on tickling underneath and in between his toes, and Jirou found a particularly sensitive spot behind his ears. Tears pricked the corners of Denki’s eyes.

“You’re gonna kill meeeEEAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA J-JIROU EEEEHEHE NAHA *snort* NAHAHA *snort* NAHAHAT THEHERE! NOT THERE NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHE *hiccup* EEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!”

“Haha aww, you must have found a really good spot, Jirou!” Mina beamed.

Momo paused for a moment, startled by Denki’s sudden hollering. Jirou appeared to be mildly flustered by how much of a reaction she was getting out of the boy. Her evil smirk melted into a bashful smile.

“Hey! Are you guys torturing Denki or something??” Sero yelled, rushing towards the scene.

“More or less,” Mina answered.

“GUHUHUYS SERIOUSLYYY! I’M GOHOHONNAHA BLOW A FUHUSE!”

“I think you can take a liiittle more, can’t you?” Mina sang.

He shook his head weakly.

“You two should probably slow it down a bit,” Momo said.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’s lying about the fuse thing,” Sero agreed.

Mina did not heed their call and Jirou was in her own little world. That was, until—

“YEOWCH!” Mina screamed.

“AH!” Jirou yelped.

“Weehehehei~”

Sero put his hand on his forehead and shook his head. Momo resignedly began digging Denki out of the sand.

“Oops, hehe…” Mina said with a sheepish grin. She began uncovering his legs.

Jirou blinked. Realizing what had happened, she pitched in as well.

Sero joined in and the four of them uncovered and untied the short-circuited boy. They carried him to an umbrella Sero had set up earlier and set him down onto a beach chair in the shade. Sero began fanning him with a paper fan Momo had created.

“Are you alright, Denki?” Mina asked.

“Wei,” Denki replied, giving her two thumbs up.

“Sorry if we pushed you too far…” Jirou apologized. “But don’t go doing something like that again, okay? Mina could’ve gotten hurt!”

Denki nodded. Mina began rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a small bottle of pineapple juice.

“Here, you can have this,” she said, handing it to him.

“Th-thank you. Come closer for a second.”

Mina did so. “Yeah?”

“Sorry for stealing your towel. And for trapping you.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you!”

He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. “But don’t bury me again!” He lightly tasered her side.

“EEK! Okay okahay!”

“You didn’t mind the tickling, then?” Jirou sneered.

“Oh, shut up!”

#tickling #tickle fic #denki kaminari #lee!kaminari #momo yaoyorozu #ler!momo #kyouka jirou #ler!jirou #mina ashido #ler!mina #hanta sero #bnha #princess scrawlings #request

[momowritings]

A New Religion

Pairing: Wolfwood x Fem Reader

Rating: 19+ MDNI

Song Inspo: Soweto by Victony, Rema

Summary: You're reunited with Wolfwood after all this time. You thought you were catching up with an old friend, but he tells you that you’re everything but that.

Word Ct: 4.1k

“Come onnn preacher man, you’re gonna let a woman like me walk all by herself?” 

“You came here by yourself, didn’t you?”

You pouted and batted your eyes. “What if something happened to me? Here in Mecca city with a man with a 300 million double dollar bounty on his head, don’t you think it’s a little unsafe for me?”

Wolfwood flicked his eyes down to you hanging off of his arm. Your hands were warm enough for him to feel it through the sleeves of his suit, and you weren't letting up your grip. He tried to look into your eyes to see if it was the beers that you had that were talking instead of your true self, but you only had one glass that you nursed the entire time he had been in the bar. His eyes followed the way you licked your lips and pulled them back to smile again. Wolfwood quickly looked away, but you didn’t want that so you cupped his face with one hand and plucked the bent cigarette out of his mouth to smoke. 

“I feel like priests shouldn’t be able to smoke,” you said after a long drag. “Ain’t it in the Bible somewhere?”

“God cares more about my heart than my lungs.”

“I’m sure your heart is struggling to keep pumping your dying lungs,” you said, and to Wolfwood’s surprise you placed your ear right on his naked chest. You pulled back to move your hair out of the way and your face was pressed up against his chest again. You took another drag of the smoke and tapped his sternum. 

“It’s beating so fast, the poor thing. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of the pack for you. Your body’s a temple and I’m willing to keep it that way,” you winked up at him. 

“I don’t need you to finish anything for me,” he reached into his breast pocket to pull out his stash of cigarettes. He tapped out a new one, and before he could get his lighter you stopped him.

“Lucky you, I have one last match,” you opened your matchbox and showed him the stick. You stood like a flamingo, holding onto Wolfwood’s shoulder for stability and struck the match against the heel of your boot. A bright flame erupted before sizzling down to where you could bring it up to his face safely. The cigarette hung loosely from Wolfwood’s lips, and he made the mistake of looking directly in your dark eyes instead of the butt of the smoke. The fire danced in your eyes with delight, like a pyromaniac finally finding their passion. When he was able to hold a flame you blew the match out, and before he could stop what you were doing you switched out the cigarettes, putting the bent one back into his parted mouth and taking the fresh one for yourself. 

“Hey!”

“It’s the least you could do for me, Wolfy. I got a long walk back to the motel. This’ll keep me warm,” you tipped your hat to him and turned on your heel. 

“And what about me?”

“What about you, Nathan?” You yelled, but you never stopped to face him. Your hair bounced and your hips swayed as you walked down the street, and he could hear you smirking as you got his name wrong.

“That’s not my name,” he grumbled to himself, and he readjusted the Punisher hanging on his shoulder. He was about to leave the opposite direction himself, and the cigarette smoke filled his lungs enough for him to puff it out, but it tasted different. He held the smoke between his fingers and saw the light pink tinge of your lipgloss on the mouthpiece. It was barely there but suddenly cherries were the only thing he could think about. His head whipped around to find you and he could barely see the top of your cowboy hat poking through the crowd of people who were also leaving for the night. Then he saw your hat jerk violently to the side and into an alleyway. 

Wolfwood parted through the ocean of bounty hunters, his blood rushing in his ears. The seconds stretched for miles and he pushed aggressively through the crowd as he got closer to where he saw you disappear, and when he finally rounded the corner he was moments away from unlatching the Punisher. He saw a dying cigarette and your white hat flipped upside down on the floor. Equal parts fear and anger surged through him. Before he could make any hasty moves a motion caught his eyes in the corner of the alley. You stood there hunched over and trying to catch your breath, your hair flopped over and filled with debris. A large man laid flat on his back, groaning and mumbling incoherent thoughts out loud. His fingers twitched to reach his gun on the floor but Wolfwood crushed his fingers with his foot. 

“You okay?”

“Nevel!” You said, genuinely surprised to see him again so soon. “Me? Oh, I’m just peachy. Never been better,” you shook your hair out and put on a sweet smile. 

“Do you need to…” he started, but you shook your head.

“Don’t let my breathing fool you. He’s so drunk he couldn’t tell his dick from his gun. I’m just a little out of shape, but I can still protect myself.”

“Your shape is fine,” he said, dusting off your hat and handing it to her. 

“And what about my shape do you like?” You asked playfully, and snorted when he turned away to hide his flaming face. “Is it because I shared a holy cigarette with you? Is that why you can’t let go of me yet?”

“Let’s get you back to your room.”

“Now you want to walk with me,” you rolled your eyes. 

“I just want to make sure you get to bed and then I’ll leave. I’ll carry you if I have to,” he warned.

“Carry me and that death machine at the same time? I don’t even think you could do that. I’m not that tiny—“

But you were hauled over Wolfwood’s shoulder before you could finish your sentence. You caught your hat before it could fall again and he adjusted both you and the Punisher to sit comfortably to leave the alley. 

“Oh I’m going to tell the church about this, just you wait. A priest , manhandling an innocent bystander ! Is this because I haven’t paid my tithes? That doesn’t make me a sinner!”

“No, but killing people does,” Wolfwood jerked his shoulder up and you grumbled. 

“You’re no better than me.”

“I just do my job.” 

“Tell me, Father, do you ever do anything outside of your job,” you twisted and whispered in his ear. Your lips grazed the shell of his ear and a shiver went down his spine. “Caring for everybody else seems tiring. What do you like to do to unwind?”

“I’ll tell you if you can be quiet until we get to the motel.”

You pinched his butt in frustration, but surprised him once again by keeping your mouth closed. Wolfwood didn’t understand why you wanted to know, and he couldn’t tell if this was all a game to you. The only other time you talked was when he begged you for your room information so he could walk you right to it, but you were convinced he was trying to make you lose. When he reached the destination, he gently placed you back on your feet and fixed your tilted hat. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“I kept track of all of your transgressions,” you tapped your temple. “See you in the morning paper, you corrupted church man.” 

Wolfwood chuckled as you turned around and unlocked the door to your room. He scoped behind him to ensure that nobody was watching you get inside. Before you stepped foot inside you asked him the same question. 

“I don’t ‘unwind’. I’m given a job, I do my job, and another one is given to me. There’s no time for anything else.” 

“Sounds… boring. Lonely,” you brushed the lapels of his suit and peered up at him. Wolfwood wished you would stop looking at him like that. It moved something in his chest he couldn’t identify. “You really don’t have time for anything else? Not even for a friend?”

“We’re friends?” He asked incredulously. 

You slapped his chest and frowned. “Of course we are! Why else would you come back running to me? We always find each other no matter how long it’s been.” 

Your eyes softened and you wrapped your arms around his waist. “I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on you. Thank you, Nicholas, for helping me tonight.” You kissed his cheek and let him go. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again but it wouldn’t kill you to write a letter.”

“I can’t be friends with you,” Wolfwood said slowly, and your eyes clouded over.

“What?” 

He hooked his free hand around your waist and drew you in close. Your eyes widened and you splayed your hands on his chest to stop from crashing into it. You looked up in confusion but you could see Wolfwood trying to gather his thoughts. 

“What I’m feeling for you isn’t friendly ,” he said carefully. His grip tightened around your body like a vice and your eyebrows sprung up. You ran your fingers over his bare skin, almost able to hear his heart thumping behind his ribs. 

“And what is it— what are you feeling, Wolfwood?”

He could try to explain it to you, tell you how you’re one of the first people he thinks of whenever he brushes death, or how he prays that the time you spend apart would shorten from months to day or hours, but the words couldn’t make it out of his throat because it is impossible to accurately describe just how much space you take up in his mind. You hide in every crevice of his being, taking up residence in his heart, stealing every smoke filled breath and making it your own because in reality it was never his, and each breath he takes carries him closer to the next time he’ll meet you again.

He could try to explain that to you, but it’s much easier to close the gap between them and capture your lips with his. It’s much easier to guide you into the motel and kick the door close behind him. It is so much easier to gently lay your on the bed after shrugging off the Punisher and swallow your moans as you clawed his back to hold him closer. In a frenzied mix of tongue and lips Wolfwood tastes you fully, doing what he has dreamed of doing a thousand times before but could never bring himself to. Despite spending your whole life out on this godforsaken desert planet, every part of you is soft, and his fingers sink into the exposed skin of your stomach. Your fingers scrape his scalp and his eyes roll further back into his head, and the only times he unlatches his lips from yours is to rip off articles of his clothing and you do the same. 

Your teeth bump each other when you meld your mouths together again, and it’s like touching a live wire. 

Every nerve of his sings for you and it’s like you’re jump starting his heart. He gives you a moment to breathe, instead kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, the veins in your neck and the hollow in your throat. Wolfwood runs his tongue over your collarbone, licking the sweat that sat on your skin. His previous suspicions were confirmed. He could never be friends with you. Not when he’s on the verge of devouring you. His tongue skated down your body until he reached one of your breasts. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, inviting him in and he listened. He sucked and flicked your hardening bud until you were gasping his name, crooning praises at him and begging him for more. He had to lavish the other nipple with the same amount of affection, and came back up to kiss your lips once again. 

“Do you understand why we can’t be friends,” he mumbled into your mouth. You nodded fiercely, snaking your arm around his neck to deepen this kiss. Wolfwood’s hand trailed in between your legs, gathering your wetness and stroking your clit. You mewled again, spreading your legs wider, grinding into his palm. You tugged his bottom lip between your teeth and urged him. 

“I need more, Nicholas.”

“Can I—“

“Yes, yes, go ahead,” you rushed out, holding onto the last bit of restraint you had before you were dragged down to the depths of depravity with him. Wolfwood leaned away from you, which was the last thing you wanted him to do, but when he did you were finally able to take in his body the same way he was doing to yours. Red welts were already forming around his neck and creeping over his shoulders, marks that you made on him. He pushed strands of his hair up and out of his forehead and gazed down at you in your entirety. You were almost too bright to look at, like he had to avert his yes lest he hurt himself. He wanted to kiss every inch of your skin, murmur praises into your ear, send you to heaven above over and over again. So much desire coursed through his veins he was unsure as to where he wanted to start. 

You saw his eyes filled with awe and it was like a spotlight on your body. You were still on your back while he rested on his knees between your legs, his pants still on but unzipped and unbuttoned. Although he wasn’t as close to you as you would like, his hands never left your body, and he caressed your calves as he canvassed your body. You could see his erection straining through his slacks and you bit your lip. 

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked here, Wolfwood.” 

You weren't even sure how he managed to undress you completely when you were sure that you had on more layers than him. His stares only heightened your sensitivity, but before you could say anything else he grabbed your ankles and dragged you to the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked down at him. He knelt down, kissing the inside of your thighs before hooking his hands underneath them and resting them on his shoulder. 

“Forgive me,” he said, alternating which thigh he kissed, creeping closer to your heated sex that fluttered with anticipation. “I want to do this first.”

The sight of Wolfwood’s tongue flattening and licking a stripe from the seam of your sex to your clit was almost too erotic for you to watch. Your breathing trembled as Wolfwood wasted no time to open you up with his mouth and drive you to the edge. He lapped at your folds, moaning into your sex and his nose rubbed on your clit in a way that forced you to lay back down and silently cry into the sheets around you. You reached down and gathered his hair in your hands, pushing him deeper into your heat and he surged forward. He loved the way your nails scratched his head, and with that he showed his silent approval.

Pleasure filled every corner of your body. You arched your back, your hips lifting off the edge of the bed but Wolfwood was quick to follow and tightened his hold on your thighs. You jerked when his lips pulled back and he bared his teeth around your sensitive bud, and you snapped your head down to look at him again. His eyes were closed, but it did nothing to hide the sex drunkenness he was experiencing. 

Wolfwood did the same thing again, mixing pain in with pleasure, and you rolled your hips into it, taking anything he gave you. Choked sobs tumbled out of your mouth, and they fell on deaf ears as Wolfwood was lost in his own pleasure. The mixture of your come and his saliva made it even easier for his face to glide against you, and he was getting addicted to the feeling. The sacrament he had consumed could never satisfy him the way you did. Your thighs started to shake around his head and he finally opened his eyes to look at you. Tears stained your face and with parted lips you whispered his name. You had this disbelieving look on your face, unsure of how he had gone this long without gasping for air. The sheets were clenched in between your fingers and your orgasm was dangerously close from breaking you. Wolfwood stretched his hand over to pinch your nipple, his fingers mimicking the movements of his tongue and you rode his tongue to oblivion.

With his tongue pressed on your clit, Wolfwood allows you to fuck his face, only slowing your down so he can ease his fingers into your dripping entrance to find your spot inside of you. With that you were both panting, and you felt the coil in your stomach tighten unbearably. 

“Nicho las ,” you moan, your breath catching at the end as you finally crests over and you’re falling helplessly back down to earth. Wolfwood doesn’t stop moving his fingers inside of you, making you curl up and you try to push him away. You’re blubbering, and the tremors in your legs are crushing Wolfwood’s head between your thighs but he had no intention to stop. He thought maybe if he kept going it would dawn on you how he would completely devote himself to you. 

“Nicholas, baby, please,” you groaned. “Please that’s enough.” He lifts his head up, a string of your arousal still hanging from his lips, and the bottom half of his face was shiny with your come. He licks his mouth clean and pressed one last kiss to your clit, and you release a weary groan from the sensation. He then kisses up your navel, your ribs, your sternum, your lips meeting each other when he crawls on top of you and you move back as well until you feel your head hit a pillow.

With all the strength you can muster up, you wrap your legs around his waist and flip him on his back. With him below you now, you grind into his erection and his hands are firm around your waist. You attack his neck, sucking and biting all the skin you can see, and Wolfwood melts into the bed. His fingers find your sex again, stretching his fingers to prepare you. You whined into his neck and licked at his skin. 

“You make me feel so good,” you said, rolling your hips on him. “Nicholas, I need you right now. ”

Your words only made his cock ache and strain in his pants. He couldn’t believe that you were begging for him, needing him almost as much as he needed you. He wondered if he ever kept you up with thoughts of “what ifs” like he did you, but he didn’t have time to dwell on that when your hands feverishly shook while pushing down his pants. They would be ruined if you didn’t pull them down off of him completely, but neither of you couldn’t find it in themselves to care. 

You pulled him out of his pants and stroked him gently. He was the perfect size for you, and you wanted to use your mouth on him, but the pained look on Wolfwood’s face showed that it would have to wait at a later time. It didn’t stop you from teasing him.

“Can you have sex? You know, as a man of God?”

Wolfwood’s jaw tightened. He watched your hand wrap around him and pump him leisurely, and it was almost enough to make him come. “I thought it goes against the religion.” You were pushing his limits, you knew it, but the way he swallowed and his eyes fluttered close only spurred you on. You thumb his slit, collecting the pre-come that beaded at tip and he drew a harsh gasp. 

“I’ll throw it all away for you,” he promised. “I’d do whatever you want.”

“That’s a really big promise, Nicholas,” you whispered. You lined him up to your entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your sex and he was begging for release. “What if I abused that?”

Wolfwood couldn’t take it anymore and thrusted his hips up to seat himself inside of you. You silently cried out, your hand flying to his throat to steady himself but he welcomed it. The way you squeezed around his cock left him with no cognizant thought other than to get you to come again. His hips pistoned up, hitting the spot deep inside you until your moans turned to hymns. It made your toes curl and your hand tighten around his throat. He then realized in that moment, looking up at you with your name dancing on his tongue, that you are his religion. He only lived for you and it took him so long to finally accept it. 

“Use me,” he panted. “Any way you want. I want to be yours,” he grounded your hips down on his and you traveled your hand up his throat to put two fingers in his mouth. You pinched his tongue with your thumb and finger before spitting in his mouth, which you sealed off with a kiss. Your hand went back to his throat and squeezed the sides just enough for him to whine into your mouth and switch positions. 

With your back laid flat on the bed he pounded into you, and the bed threatened to give out. The sound of the coupling was enough to wake up other guests in the motel with the creaking of the bed and your wailing. Wolfwood was too enraptured in every emotion that flitted across your face, every change in pitch in your moans, the pressure of your hands on his body to be considerate of anyone else. The only thing that mattered was you . 

“Tell me how you feel,” he prodded, kissing away your tears that he couldn’t truly feel sorry for. “Tell me you want me.”

“God, Wolfwood, I’m about to—“

“Say Nicholas. Say my name, please,” he reached down between you and found your clit. He circled his thumb around it at a much slower pace than what he was fucking your with, and he reveled in the way your eyes rolled back into your head.

“ Nicholasohmygod !” You tried to keep your orgasm at bay but Wolfwood was on a mission to break your consciousness. You tried to clear your mind for one last time, your hand resting on the back of his neck and feebly pulling his hair. 

“Can you come for me, baby? Please, I want us to come together, Nicholas.” 

Your wish was his undoing, and with a few harsh thrusts Wolfwood came right when you reached the peak the second time. You spiraled down together, and Wolfwood rolled his hips into yours until he had nothing left to give. You locked him in with your legs, breathing heavily as you finally stilled but you still couldn’t let go. He pulled out of you carefully but you still sighed from his absence. He quickly got up to go find a washcloth in the bathroom and came back with it damp to wipe your down. You would still have to take a shower, but you convinced him to hold you in his chest while your legs regained function.

“And if I asked you to run away with me?” 

The question took Wolfwood off guard. He wasn't sure he heard you correctly, but the way you looked up at him with wide eyes proved that you meant what you said. 

“Where would we go?”

“Anywhere. We could visit everywhere. You can’t leave me, not again.” 

Wolfwood kissed the crown of your head. You were right, he couldn’t leave. He wouldn’t be able to live the way he had before now that you took this step. It would be too much for the both of you. 

“Let’s leave before the sun rises.”

You squealed, jumping up on the bed and covering his face in butterfly kisses. 

“I’m not tired enough to sleep, and sunrise is only a couple hours away…” you wiggled your eyebrows, and Wolfwood kissed you for the first time to mark forever.

#minimoe #trigun wolfwood #trigun fic #catholic imagery #but make it slutty #wolfwood x y/n #wolfwood x reader #choking #spitting #heavy smut #nicholas d wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood x you #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

The New Normal - Pokemon ScarVio Fic

[Major Spoilers for the ending of Pokemon Scarlet/Violet. Also, this is a pre-relationship fic for Florian, Nemona, Penny, and Arven. Some Arven angst and hurt/comfort also.]

Read it on AO3

There was a blank page in front of him. Realistically, he knew that he needed to write and get started on the assignment for his language class that was due tomorrow, but his mind was swirling. Thoughts churned like the waves of the ocean just outside the lab that had been his home for so long. Home. He wasn’t sure he knew the meaning of that word anymore. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh, hearing the concerned ‘boof’ of his Mabosstiff. Arven felt his cold nose pressed against his hand, and he turned, smiling slightly as he pets the pokemon’s head.

“I’m okay, or at least I will be,” Arven finally spoke into the quiet dorm room. Mabosstiff looked unconvinced, moving his head out from under Arven’s hand to bite at his sleeve and tugging him out of his desk chair. 

Arven chuckled, though the sound was quiet and subdued from his usual laugh. He followed the pokemon’s directions out into the hall and down the stairs to the next floor of dorm rooms. Mabostiff let go of his sleeve at one door, getting up on his hind legs to scratch at the door. The door had barely opened before the pokemon grabbed Arven’s sleeve again and dragged him further down the hall. Arven looked behind him to see Penny pressing a hand to her mouth to stifle her giggling. Arven felt his face heat up, but he rolled his eyes as he continued to be dragged to another dorm room.

This time when Mabostiff scratched at the door, it opened immediately, catching the pokemon off guard and causing him to bark. Nemona smirked at the sight and leaned against the door, arms crossed in front of her.

“What’s the deal here, huh?”

“Beats me, he just started drag-”

Mabostiff took the chance to continue his path down the hall again, leaving Nemona cackling behind them. Arven turned to glare, seeing Penny catching up to Nemona and shaking her head. They were both following them now. Great. He couldn’t help the small smile that reached his face at the thought. He knew where he was being dragged soon enough, as the last door was already partially open. Mabostiff nudged the door open with his nose, then dragged Arven the rest of the way inside, barking when he reached the kitchen. Arven sighed, covering his eyes with a hand as he heard the sound of giggling.

“Seems someone thought you needed more company than just him, huh, Mabostiff.”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him. One minute I’m sitting at my desk working on an assignment, and the next thing I know, I’m being dragged all over the dorm halls.”

“Yeah, I call bullshit on that, Arven,” Penny spoke as she entered the room, Nemona following close behind. Penny climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged against the wall.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, dude, you look stressed and not great from what I can see,” Nemona spoke up, bouncing on the bed as she sat down.

“What is this, pick on Arven day?”

This was when Florian stood up from his desk and walked over to Arven, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t make us worry about you more. C’mon, you know you can talk to us, right?” he asked, brows pinched with concern.

“Yeah, there’s just not much to say.”

Arven looked away, staring at the wall instead of meeting the concerned gazes of the people he treasured though he would never admit it out loud. After Area Zero, most days, it felt like they were all he had now. 

“Well, if you aren’t gonna say anything, then I guess I gotta start saying something,” Nemona spoke up, leaning back on her hands, “Today was so boring! I barely saw any of you, and classes were so dull! We didn’t even battle during battle class!”

Florian laughed, letting go of Arven’s shoulder to turn to Nemona, eyebrow raised.

“We were literally in a class with new students who had only just gotten their first pokemon. Of course, we weren’t gonna battle!”

“Well, we could’ve battled each other at least!”

“Both of you are crazy,” Penny shook her head, chuckling, “though I guess math class wasn’t very interesting today either.”

“It’s math. Math is never interesting,” Nemona replied, deadpan. A round of laughter met her statement.

“If we’re talking about uninteresting classes,” Arven spoke up, the other three looking at him expectantly, “Language class was all review and an essay, and I am not looking forward to that.”

“I’ll admit, that class is more difficult than I thought,” Florian sighed, “I’m not looking forward to that essay either.”

“Oh yeah? What about history class, huh?” Nemona crossed her arms, “It was already stuff we knew! We even saw most of it ourselves during the treasure hunt!”

The mention of Area Zero, however vague and off-hand, caused the room to go quiet. Arven could feel himself tense, though he tried to will his mind to focus on the present, the now, instead of everything he had seen and heard back in that cold dark lab. The others seemed to know precisely what Arven was thinking about. The next thing he knew, he was being led by the arm to Florian’s bed, his expression brokered no discussion. Mabostiff made himself known by knocking into Arven, forcing him to land on his front on the bed with an ‘Oof.’

“Good dog,” Nemona laughed, petting Mabostiff behind the ears as he wagged his tail.

Arven picked his head up to glare, Penny giggling at the sight that only she could see from her spot.

“Stop that,” Penny flicked his forehead, “He had the right idea. You need to stop thinking about it.”

“Yeah, try and do something to take your mind off of it. We could have a pokemon battle if you want.” Nemona offered, but Arven waved her off, moving to sit up on the bed.

“I don’t think that’ll help, but thanks though.”

Florian crossed his arms, looking at him contemplatively.

“What can we do to help? You’ve got three people here who are more than happy to help you in whatever way we can, you just gotta talk to us.”

Arven flipped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. No one spoke, just looked at him and waited, though the barely concealed worry they each held slowly changed their expressions. Mabostiff hopped up on the bed, walking in a small circle, then settling down with his head on Arven’s chest. Arven didn’t react for a moment, but then reached up to pet his pokemon’s head. Then he sighed, but it was evident that he was trying to hold back tears.

“I just can’t anymore, I guess. My mind is a mess, and I just keep replaying everything that happened in a loop. And then…” he trailed off, covering his eyes with his unoccupied hand. “I don’t really have a place I belong to anymore. Home doesn’t exist for me now, and I don’t think it ever did.” He whispered so quietly that no one picked up on it at first.

They could see him start shaking, quiet sobs that were enough for him to shake where he lay. Mabostiff whined, nuzzling his face up against Arven’s chin. The other occupants of the room registered what Arven said, and they exchanged heartbroken looks as Arven continued to cry. This couldn’t continue like this, not when they could all try to help as much as they could.

“Hey, hey.” Nemona spoke up, gently laying a hand on Arven’s shoulder “Arven? Please don’t say that.”

“Home doesn’t have to be a place,” Penny scooched up, shifting closer, “And you do belong, no matter what you may think.”

“Belong where? You don’t have to lie to me, Penny.” Arven’s voice was thick with tears, and it only hurt their hearts more to hear.

Penny huffed, then leaned forward to lay over Mabostiff and look Arven in the eye.

“You belong here with us, dumbass.”

“Penny’s right, you know,” Nemona said, laying on her side to be next to Arven and looking him in the eye, “You think we’d leave you alone after all that mess? All that time we spent together just shooting the shit? No! You’re stuck with us now.”

She smiled, wide and brightly, nudging him with her leg. Florian spoke up next, grabbing onto the hand Arven had over his eyes and holding it.

“We love you, Arven, and we care about you so much.”

“Love, huh? When did that happen?”

Florian sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding Arven’s hand, and sighed.

“You remember when we first met at school? You apologized for being angry, and I forgave you immediately. When you talked about your goal too, I was so willing to help you because you looked so excited about it. And then, when we fought that first Titan? I could tell there was more to finding the Herba Mystica than you let on. I promised you then, after the second titan, that I would help as much as I could. I think it was soon after that that I realized that I care for you a lot, maybe more than a friend should.”

Arven looked surprised, then Nemona nudged Florian away.

“Alright you sap, you talked enough,” Nemona said, and Florian laughed, willingly falling over to Nemona’s push. “I’ll admit it, I thought you were a jerk at first, Arven. But when we were in the crater together, I realized that you weren’t such a bad guy. Just a guy who dealt with so much in such a short amount of time. I wanted to help then, and I want to help now. I may not feel the same as sappy over there, but I care for you so so much. And I mean,” Nemona blushed, “Maybe someday we could be more than friends.”

Arven blushed then, looking away and meeting Penny’s eyes. She started blushing, too, pulling her hood up to cover her face.

“I-I’m not as good with words like these two dorks, but yeah. I knew about you before, s-since I may have hacked into the school’s registry to find out who was enrolled, but w-when we all went into Area Zero was about when I realized you were more than just what your school ID said. I m-may not know you as well, but I’d l-like to.”

Arven was bright red, staring up at the ceiling. Then he covered his face with both hands.

“You guys,” his voice cracked. 

Everyone laughed, nudging him and poking fun at his reaction. He laughed after a little while, then carefully nudged Mabostiff off of him so he could sit up. He wiped his eyes, then smiled. 

“What did I ever do to deserve you guys?”

Florian shook his head while Penny and Nemona leaned against him. Florian leaned in, and kissed the top of Arven’s head.

“Just by being you, and that’s why we love you.”

#pokémon #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarvi #pokemon arven #pokemon nemona #pokemon penny #pokemon florian #mabosstiff #silver writes

[mountttmase]

HIII🫢🫢

‘I still can’t believe you know how to drive this thing’ you laughed, watching as Mason expertly drove the yacht you’d rented for a few days out into the ocean. He didn’t go too far, still able to see the twinkling lights so the town behind you but you were far enough away from everyone else to feel isolated. EHEHHEHEH WHO KNOWS WHY HE WENT IN A PLACE WHERE THEY CAN FEEL ISOLATED 🫢🫢😏

It was a spontaneous trip, you weren’t even sure if you were allowed to be out here but apparently mason had got it cleared. Promising you a night of good food, clear starry skies and lots and lots of kisses and you felt like you’d be stupid to pass up the opportunity. LET'S SAY, THE PERFECT NIGHT 🤗

OO, HE ORGANISED EVERYTHING FOR THEIR FOST ANNIVERSARY, I'M MELTED 🫠🫠🫠

All your favourite snacks were dished out in little bowls, your favourite drinks in an ice bucket were off to the side and your favourite flowers sat proudly in the middle of the picnic blanket as tiny tea lights set the cozy scene. Your eyes pricking at the thoughtfulness and you melted into his body as he kissed your shoulder. THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST THINGH EVER

‘Don’t worry, they’re battery lights. Thought it would be better than me starting a fire unintentionally’ HE IS WISE, ISN'T HE?

‘Cheers to us, baby. And cheers to the best year of my life. I love you, so much’ YOU CAN FIND ME ☠️🤗

You subconsciously rolled your hips onto him but you were distinctly aware that the pair of you were outside so when he attempted to lift your dress up you pulled back. EHIII, WHAT'S WRONG NOWWWW

‘Mase, we can’t. We’re outside’ you giggled, the feel of his lips on your neck again like heaven and when he pulled back you could detect that cheeky twinkle in his eye which meant you knew he was getting his own way. GIRL, YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WATER, AND YOUR BOYFRIEND IN WISE, DONT WORRY, HE HAS STUDIED THE YATCH POSITION FOR MONTHS 😂😂🫢

‘This body, it’s all for me right?’ He asked, pulling your dress up and over your head so you were left sat in his lap in just your underwear. You were nervous, not able to speak so you nodded your head to let him know you agreed and the soft look on his face melted you. ‘Well you know how selfish I am. Do you think I’d let anyone else see you like this?’ MOUNT, YOU'RE NAUGHTY TONIGHT

‘I’m gonna make you see stars baby, literally and figuratively’ he told you, lips training down you body as he kissed you but you couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesiness of his words causing him to make his way back up to be eye level with you. ‘Something funny?’ AHHAHAHHA, THIS MADE ME LAUGH, BUT I HAVE NO DOUBTS HE WILL😏

‘Easy baby, I’m getting there’ he told you, hands pushing your hips back down to the deck and just as your were about to tell him off he stole the words out of your mouth by licking a stripe up the centre of you. WOOO, IT'S HOT IN HERE

‘You ready?’ He breathed, his tip pressing against your entrance and as soon as you nodded he was pushing his hips forward, eager to feel you around him and you whimpered as he finally bottomed out. I LOVE HOW YOU ALWAYS WRITE ABOUT HIM KINDA ASKING FOR PERMISSION AND CONSENT

His forehead came to rest on yours, lips just touching as you breathed into each others mouth before your heavy breathing turned into moans that he captured with his lips. THAT'S THE SWEETEST AND SEXYEST THING EVER

He was being slow on purpose, not sure it’d it was the boat wouldn’t rock too much or if he was dragging it out to make it feel better but this wasn’t just sex. He was making love to you and you felt your body burst into flames at the intensity of it all. I'M NOT OK🫠🫠🫠

‘Happy anniversary, my love’ he chuckled, rolling off of you so he could pull your body flush against his and you giggled into his neck as you held each other as close as you could. DEAD

LOZZZ, HIW CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN LESS THAT 1 DAYYY

I LOVED THAT, SOME GOOD GOLD SMUT FROM YOU WAS NEEDED TONIGHT

YOU NEVER GAIL IN SURPRISING ME WITH YOUR WRITING

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THAT

LOVE YOU🩷🩷

MY FAVOURITE FEEDBACK

I think we did need some smut tonight my poor baby needs some loving

But you are so welcome 🥺🙊 I love reading your reactions so much 😭

[awkwardgtace]

Maybe 'I dreamt about you' for the sleeping prompts?

hey i did melody and kyrie. just showing a bit of growth for them.

I Dreamt About You

“Mel it’s gonna rain,” Caprice complained. He was standing over her as she laid on the ground staring up at the storm clouds.

“It’s fine, when it starts it’ll wake me up, don't worry about it,” she said. Caprice groaned, but walked away to stay warm and dry. She should go inside, but the wind was calming and the smell of rain mixed beautifully with the salty scent of the ocean.

She closed her eyes and listened to the wind blowing through the trees. She loved days like this. Melody had fallen asleep to storms more times than she could count. The noise blocked out everything and she could sing without her parents knowing as a kid. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time. It was nice.

Kyrie was curious how Melody would handle a storm. He had only seen it when he was human size. The rain would start soon and the waves would be choppy. Pelago had already locked down the cave so he would be out in the water during it. It was easier for him to swim around during storms. He finally reached the beach near his human and saw her laying on the ground.

He panicked at that, climbing out quickly to make sure she was safe. He didn’t want to lose her when he could still barely understand her. She moved once he got close, curling up on her side. He felt the change in the air as the clouds prepared to break. Kyrie got close and rested an arm on the ground. He placed his head on top of it then he covered her with his free hand. Just as he got settled the crash of thunder echoed and the rain began.

He felt odd out on the surface during a storm. It was the time that most other merfolk were hidden away. He didn’t have to be as careful or worry about the fear and stares. He liked this better though. He could do something for her, let her sleep in the open safely. He was still trying to make her trust him, but she didn’t seem as scared anymore.

Thunder crashed again and she moved more. He watched as those beautiful brown eyes opened and seemed to still be unfocused. She watched him and he couldn’t hold back a weary trill. She tensed and looked up at him with wide eyes. He didn’t mean to scare her. She calmed almost immediately, looking at him with a warm smile. He chirped a bit, leaning closer.

“I thought the rain would wake me up, not the sound of thunder,” she said. He chirped again, he couldn’t understand most of the words she said. She sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“MelOdy…?” he asked. She smiled at him then laughed.

“You still say it a bit weird. It’s mel-uh-dee not mel-O-dee. By the way, I dreamt about you.”

He tilted his head, the words not clear. It was something about him though. He chirped at her more and she reached up touching his fingers. He shivered, the small hand warm against his skin. She would get smaller to him and he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to grow again.

“We met like normal people and you still seemed weirdly excited to meet me. Dragging me around even though you were basically a foot taller than me. That doesn’t mean much considering how big you really are. We did normal things, walking side by side, seeing movies, all that stuff. It was fun.”

She sounded sad. He leaned closer, blocking the space between his face and his hand. He chirped again to try and reassure her. She looked at him with a somber face. He didn’t know how to fix it.

“You’re not that scary anymore. You just seem to care about me. I keep kind of wishing we were just two humans who met like normal people. I know you’re gonna get bigger and I keep thinking I’ll look like a speck. I think I’m starting to see you how you see me and I don’t want to trap you with someone so small…”

“Love you,” he said. He couldn’t say much more when he didn’t know what she said. He just didn’t like her sounding so sad. He just wanted her to be happy, even if it meant she sent him away. From the stories it wasn’t completely uncommon for that to happen.

“You’re weirdly like a puppy. I know you don’t understand any of this, it’s probably the only reason I can say it.” 

Thunder crashed and lightning crackled through the sky. She curled in on herself somewhat. Kyrie moved back, making sure to keep her dry. Humans liked to be dry. He brought his other hand close and blocked the sky over her. He chirped a bit hoping she’d understand. He frowned when she poked her head out closer to him.

“Inside. House dry. Safe,” he tried. 

He saw her little eyes go wide before she smiled. She disappeared under his hands again before patting the tips of his fingers. He would move forward keeping her dry until she reached the house. She turned back and looked at him sadly again. He didn’t like it and offered another chirp. She started waving.

“Thank you, someday I’ll tell you the dream when you’d understand.”

#awkwardanswers #gt #giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny #g/t writing #gt writing #gt community #g/t community #gianttiny #OC:Melody #OC:Kyrie

[askthedespairkids]

Ceasefire

*Junpei trudges along the beach, his feet dragging through the sand, his body language thoroughly reluctant to continue his journey- he murmurs quietly with his head down* Stupid fuckin’ argument, stupid- ugh.

Yokozawa.

Gyuh! *His head snaps up and he’s met with Ryuu and Kobo walking in the direction towards him* I- um...w-well-

It’s fine. We’re coming back to help for Graves-san and Kizakura-san-

Right...right, yeah. It’s just...

Kobo: Ryuu, you can go on ahead.

Huh?

Kobo?

Kobo: It’ll be fine. Just...get a head-start for me.

...alright. *He squeezes Kobo’s hand one last time before going on ahead, resisting the urge to bump Junpei as he passes by*

Kobo: ...*he sits down in the sand, facing out to the ocean*...you gonna just stand there? I mean, sittin’ like this means I get to be at eye-level with you-

Alright, alright. *He sits down on the sand, a slight distance away* Glad to see your attitude’s back.

Kobo: I ain’t much for mopin’ around forever, y’know.

...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all of those things back there, it was wrong of me. Stressed or not, I went way too far by saying you didn’t deserve to have Nagata-kun and Kirishima-san in your life.

Kobo: Heh. Weird hearing you apologise for somethin’...still, not like you weren’t right about other stuff...sorry. I’ve said a lot of shitty things to you as well.

Unlike you, I’ve done everything to deserve it...

Kobo: Even at that, ain’t right for me to cause tension in the class...I still hate your guts, don’t get me wrong, but I shouldn’t be makin’ it everyone else’s problem.

I get what you mean...honestly? I think I’ve always been a little jealous of you.

Kobo: Come again?

You’re my antithesis- my opposite. Majority of people like you, or at least respect you. You’re able to help everybody out when the situation’s dire, and...and you and Nagata-kun are so happy together.

Kobo: You and Kamisaka are happy as well?

Yeah, we are- I don’t mean to say we aren’t. I...I love Orochi so much that I think it makes me stupid. B-but, um...

I worry...I always worry that he’ll decide he’s had enough of me one day. That...one day, all the hate we get will be too much for him and he’ll disappear. And I always get so insecure that I can’t make him happy. I mean, let’s be honest, I’m only bringing him more hardships by being with him. And it’s like he has to take care of me most of the time between...w-well, that part’s a little personal but you get what I mean.

Kobo: Yeah...yeah, I do actually. I feel a similar way towards Ryuu. He’s like...an angel. He’s smart, and kind. He’s so humble and he’s always jumping at the chance to help people out. And even though he’s not a fighter, he’s got this courage that comes out of nowhere when his back is against the wall...I don’t get what he sees in a screw up like me. Why stick around?

You really do get it then...

Kobo: Yeah...but Kamisaka ain’t unhappy. If anything, he’s at his happiest just talking about you. The guy’s a lot more nihilistic than he lets on, but you’re like a...beacon to him. A light. Or somethin’, I dunno.

R-really? Is that how he seems?

Kobo: For sure. I usually get bored and zone-out when he talks about you, but Kurohiko and Kurosaki always listen. Kurohiko’s a little obsessed with listenin’ actually- it’s creepy.

Ugh- we got sidetracked, this was supposed to be about me apologising and we started talking about something completely different- look, Okanaya-kun, I was wrong. Seriously wrong for what I said.

Kobo: Agreed.

...we still have a lot to do for the wedding. Will you still help us?

Kobo; *He grins* It’s for Graves and Kizakura. ‘Course I’m helpin’.

Thank you. *The two stand up* We’ve got a lot of work to do, so I’ll be relying on you for a bit.

Kobo: Sure are. I’ll make sure to collect my payment for all this hard labour.

Uh...payment? I didn’t think-

Kobo: Don’t worry. *His grin turns mischievous, and he cracks his knuckles menacingly* I’m sure I can figure something out.

Wh-

Kobo: Don’t worry ‘bout it now! We got work to do! *He marches on ahead and throws his hand up, flipping Junpei off as he leads* You’re still a dick!

Right back at you, jackass.

#The Preparation Arc #Junpei Yokozawa #Ryuu Nagata #Kobo Okanaya #DR

[syntheticfoxfire]

jim mason + “you look miserable” - “the outside finally matches the inside”, angst

Sun was warm on your skin, hot in fact. At least the ocean stayed cool no matter how scorching the bright star made the Earth. Smiling, you kicked your feet underwater as you leaned back on your surf. You always loved the ocean. There was something about it that just drew you close, so dangerously close that you wouldn’t even mind drowning if it meant you understood some of its mysteries. One of them being a certain boy you were watching from the corner of your eye since you got into the water. He was currently riding a wave, distant look in his eyes as he watched the cliff above. Jim was… nice. It was fun to be around him, he was kind, but also mischievous. Not to mention handsome. He loved surfing and his sister was just as good a person once you got to know her. You grew close to them both, although you didn’t know the girl too much as she mostly kept to herself. Jim on the other hand was your close friend and you couldn’t help but worry about him.

Lately something felt off. He was still cracking jokes around your group of friends, still acting like the same good ol’ Jim… yet you felt in your gut that something was wrong. His smile didn’t reach his eyes and it was like he was slowly becoming more and more numb to the world around him with each passing day. And you absolutely hated it. “Hey.” A voice rang through the air and you jumped, violently dragged from your thoughts. You turned to its owner and smiled seeing it was the boy occupying your mind. “Hey,” you greeted back and he gave a smile of his own. That fake, fabricated smile you hated so much. At least now he was close enough for you to look at him without being constantly interrupted by your friends. He was sitting in pretty much the same position as you, but where you were relaxed, he was tense. As if he was expecting something bad to happen any second. He had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept well for some time – or was it that shit boys sometimes gave him? Just the thought made your stomach churn. “What?” He asked, playfully raising a brow at you noticing your inspection of him. Oh how you wished you could tune in on that tone. “You look miserable,” you stated matter-of-factly. Your eyes met and you held his gaze. It was unsure, taken aback even. You imagined the gears grinding in his brain. Then he chuckled humorlessly in defeat, a sigh escaping his lips. “The outside finally matches the inside.” He bit his lip, turning away from you. Before you thought about the consequences, you reached out and grabbed his hand. He turned back and you could see a single tear running down his cheek. “That’s not okay,” you said simply. “Wanna talk about it?” He lowered his eyes to where your hand rested over it, then they flicked to your group. “Maybe somewhere else?” He half-guessed and you could see he wasn’t sure about the idea. “I’d love to but I get it if it’s too personal or whatever,” you shrugged with a smile and meant to fold your hand back in your lap but his other hand gently pulled it back, trapping it in place. You gave him a curious look. “No, I mean,” he sighed, swallowing thickly, “Are you free tonight? Medina’s gonna be out and I don’t want to be alone.” He admitted and you gave him a sympathetic smile. “Sure, just say the place and time and I’ll be there,” you promised, squeezing his hand a bit. He seemed to appreciate the gesture, squeezing back. “Will you stay like this if I let go now?” He whispered so quietly you nearly didn’t hear him through the waves crashing against shore. You followed his gaze to your hands and your heart skipped a beat. “I will.” The words left your mouth before you even realized it. He carefully took his hand off yours as he let your fingers lace together. Your eyes met again and he smiled before turning his head to look at the ocean in front of you. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. This smile of his was genuine.

#the tribes of palos verdes #jim mason #x reader #jim mason x reader #drabble #angst

[savesharkwars]

A swim in the red ocean.

Lochlan goes for a swim.

Shark Wars???? Shark Wars :)

This doubles as a test to see if I can write Australian accents lol.

ALSO, most of the character dynamics and magic stuff in this is probably not gonna make ANY sense AT ALL if you haven’t read the series. So… sorry about that lol.

TW: Blood and violence. (But a lot less extreme than the books, which, being made for fourth graders, make this totally appropriate to have on Scratch.) Words: 1,860

(Fic and end notes under the cut.)

Lochlan shook his fins out and sighed, floating down to the seabed as the last quickfin sped away. Next to him, Kendra glanced over, a shock of worry on her face. “Are you alright?” She whispered, her white tipped tail swiping from side to side a bit quicker than normal.

He nodded, but didn’t make any attempt to rise from the ground, he was tired . Finnivus and the Black Wave were fast approaching, Vortex and Hammer Shivers were still refusing to contact him, and Gray’s training didn’t seem to be progressing fast enough to keep him safe. What else was he, a fairly young shark and- may he remind himself- a very new leader of the shiver, meant to do in this situation? Sure, he wasn’t incapable of leading (he had always had a knack of such things), but sometimes just being good at something wasn’t enough.

He was dragged out of his thoughts as Kendra brushed her fin over his spine. “Don’t lie to me,” she said softly, “I can see that somethin's clearly wrong.” (And by her voice, he could tell she was worried about the fact that other AuzyAuzy sharks could too.)

Remembering his duty to keep his subjects encouraged, Lochlan forced himself to rise, floating back into an attention hover and instantly reveling in the clear water in his gills. (There was a current through the clearing, but it kicked up sand when you were too close to the seabed.) “-’m just tired, that's all,” he lied, “I’ve been hovering all day, I haven't even had the time to hunt.”

“I can get ya some fish,” she pointed out. Then she paused and glanced around herself, “But you’d probably have ta wait until the rest of your line’s back from the greenie.” 

In her silence he heard her reasoning, “So that someone’s nearby if you get attacked.”

He shook his head and tried to look strong, “I’ll hunt for myself,” she looked at him worriedly, “But I’d let you go with me if you want.”

She flicked her tail dismissively, “No, you can go by yerself if you want, but you should still wait ‘till the rest of the line’s back.”

For what felt like the millionth time that day, he nodded. And when she grinned back at him, sharp teeth shining ever so slightly in the clear water, he let his mind drift. (Though he was sure to stay in a hover this time.)

Finnivius and the Black Wave were going to attack any day now, and though Lochlan felt that he could lead the charge, something in his belly seemed to be fighting to let him know that such an idea might not end well. …or maybe that was just him being hungry.

…

He hoped it was just him being hungry.

Shocking him out of his thoughts came a high pitched snicker as Jaunt (along with the others in the line) swam into the king’s room. They looked like they had been having a good time, but when Jaunt looked over at Loch (their eyes meeting and staying on each other for a moment), he couldn’t force a smile to keep that good mood going. 

“Ar’ ya allrigh' Loch?” She asked, her tail speeding up slightly as she changed her pace and swam toward him. She looked worriedly for a second before Lochlan managed to  force a brave face.

“Yeah, ‘m fine, just a bit hungry, that’s all.” Kendra opened her mouth to contradict him, but Loch slapped her side with his tail, (it was no use seeing your leader weak right before a battle.), “I was just gonna go hunting actually.”

“Ah! Sorry ‘bout not bringin’ you some fish!” Jaunt exclaimed, apparently not noticing (or at the very least, pretending not to notice) the interaction that Kendra and Loch had just had, “We were just huntin’, we coulda got you some.”

Xander swam up from behind Jaunt and dropped a small brown fish from his mouth. He looked sheepishly up at Lochlan. “I was gonna have this later, but you can have it if you want.”

The golden great white shook his head, “No, you can have it, I wanted to clear my head anyway.”

With that, he slapped his tail against the water and sped away. (Though he could hear Jaunt’s loud voice cut through the water with something like, “What got him so worked up?” even as the cool currents of the open ocean began to drag at his skin.) He felt bad for leaving so abruptly, but he really was hungry, and he really did need to clear his head. (If he had stayed in the war-council-room any longer, he was pretty sure his gills would’ve just ripped themselves out.)

As soon as the shimmering columns of the sunken landshark city were beginning to blur in the water, he let the electric tingles in his skull come to the forefront of his focus. Every shark had this ‘sixth sense’ but not many of them were as attuned to it as he was. (Hey, just because he had been one of Takiza’s worst students didn’t mean that he had been completely hopeless.) Using his sense, he was able to ‘see’ a large fish off to his side, and by the vague shape in his mind, it wasn’t one of the sentient ones. 

Excited to eat something good, he almost let out a cheer, but quickly cut himself off as he remembered that the fish would swim away if it thought it was in danger. He let his focus go back into his eyes as quickly as he could, and turned toward the fish in a way that he hoped was stealthy. There was no greenie to hide him here, and his golden color had never really been an advantage for hiding in the open ocean. (He might have to use speed over smarts to catch this fish afterall.)

He swam forward a few tailstrokes, and instantly spotted the fish. It was swimming normally, so even though it was all by itself in a place that he wouldn’t normally expect to see that sort of fish alone, he was fairly sure it was fine to eat. He held back the urge to grind his teeth together (in anticipation of course), and instead glided forward as motionlessly and silently as he could manage.

The fish flitted about with careful flicks of its fins, and Lochlan could tell that it was fast even as he crept closer. Fortunately though (or unfortunately, if you were on the fish’s side), it didn’t notice him until it was far too late.

With a single bite, the fish was gone and Lochlan was on the prowl again. (The fish had been large-ish, but even though he was a young shark, Lochlan was still a great white and needed a bit more than one large-ish fish to feed him.)

But this time, when he extended the strange electric sense, something other than a fish fizzled into his view. Sharkkind. But not just any sharkkind, these sharks were finja, and by the speed at which they were coming towards him, he could only assume they were not on his side. He probably could have tried to fight them, but despite being a physically strong shark, he wasn’t stupid, so he turned and swam as fast as he could back the way he came.

Why had he swum this far out? He screamed at himself, eyes widening as he saw just how far away he was from the sunken city. It would have been easily reachable if he was being chased by pretty much any sharks but finja, but this class of sharks had the sort of power that Takiza hadn’t taught him. The power to control the currents . Sure, they weren’t anywhere near as good at using this power as someone like Takiza, but they certainly knew it better than Lochlan . (And he was still tired, which didn’t help much either.)

They were gaining on him.

He had to make a decision, continue trying to make the unlikely swim back to safety (and to the guards that he definitely should have brought with him) but leave his tail open to be torn off, or turn and face two to three invisible finja all by himself on an empty stomach. Neither of them sounded like good options, but as he felt the electric buzzing of a mako shark right by his tail, he decided he would rather go out kicking.

He spun around and snapped his jaws at where his tail had just been. Somehow, he actually managed to hit something, and a surprised yelp and a cloud of blood suddenly shone in the water. ‘Good,’ he thought, semi hysterically, ‘Now I’ll know where that one is when they try to tear my fins off next time,’

He let the buzzing of electricity become his focus once more, and immediately had to dive straight down to avoid a hammerhead finja taking his dorsal fin clear off. Retaliating, he spun and chased after it, trying to bite their tail and missing by an urchin spine and the mako finja rammed him from the side. He wasn’t sure why it didn’t bite, and he was pretty sure that they didn’t know either, but he lunged to bite them again anyway.

His teeth met soft flesh again, and another blush of blood tainted the water as the mako shrieked again. “Go home!” Lochlan shouted, backing up slightly to get the taste of blood out of his gills, “I don’t want to have to kill you!”

The mako must have been new to the killing job, so they only hesitated for a moment before speeding away, their invisibility flickering as they got farther away from the bloody waters. But of course the hammerhead didn’t leave, and Lochlan took a small scratch to his side as he darted just barely out of the way of what would have been a bite to the gills. 

He returned the move, and got a chunk of disgusting flesh in his mouth as payback. The hammerhead did not make a sound, but clearly stuttered in their confidence for a moment as their invisibility flickered off. (No point in using the power if the blood would give them away anyway.)

Loch did not attempt to attack them again though, and instead executed a flawless run-away move as he returned to his race towards the landshark city. For a moment the hammerhead was too stunned to chase him, and that moment was all Lochlan needed to get close enough to the city for a patrol to spot his mad swim to safety. 

Immediately the sharks swam toward him, at first they went slowly with confused looks on their faces. But then, probably recognizing where the all-too-potent blood smell was coming from, they sped as fast as they could. In an instant, the patrol rushed past him, and the hammerhead finja turned and raced the other way. (The current momentarily tugged at his scales a bit harder, and then was nearly still.)

There was silence for a moment.

And then Lochlan laughed.

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I wrote this for Scratch Writing Camp July 2022 lol. So... here's the scratch discuss version: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/614334/?page=1#post-6428185

#blood #violence #lochlan sw #jaunt sw #kendra sw #shark wars #fanfic #my post

[holdontorogers]

dumbification with steve? innocence kinda corruption kink too if u wanna

࿐ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬.𝐫.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; nomad!Steve x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; You were on Steve’s side during the Civil War events, now you had to go undercover, just like him. After a few months apart, Steve has missed you more than both of you could’ve imagined. But he will surely make sure you know that.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1,500

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI, porn with little no plot, swearing, dumbification, mocking (dumb girl, cockdrunk), pet-names (pretty girl, honey, sweetheart), corruption kink, dom!Steve, face-fucking, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, size kink (Steve is huge, reader doesn’t think it will fit), slight breeding kink (Steve cums inside reader).

𝐚/𝐧; GIF NOT MINE CREDITS HERE. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Made this with Nomad!Steve bc 🤤 why not? Okay, I didn’t expect to go so far out with this one but oh God. I guess writing smut is my new passion lol.

It has been months since he even heard from you. After a while running together, you ended up going separate ways. He wanted you. It was that simple. And at this point, after all of the events that led him to go undercover and a fugitive, he couldn’t care less. All he knew is that he wanted to cross lines with you, tonight.

You barely recognized him when he arrived at your new hidden place. The calm blue ocean that once shaped his eyes seemed dark and dangerous now. Those angelic eyes and clean face were replaced by wild, almost animalistic eyes. And the beard. Oh, Lord, the beard. You whimpered at the feeling of it rubbing your skin when he hugged you. You also didn’t think Steve could get bigger — but there he was. Broader shoulder, stealth suit fitting his muscles perfectly, and an evil smirk on his face.

“How you’ve been sweetheart?” the pet-name sending shrives down your spine. You simply stare at him, taking in all his features. “Did you lose your words, honey?” your eyes widened at his words, the blue in his eyes almost disappearing as they grew darker. Steve licked his lips staring at you, you could feel the pooling in your panties just by staring at him. Unable to move or do anything thing. You wanted him, it was that simple.

The only problem is that this Steve seemed dangerous, experienced, rough; and you barely knew how to do a proper blowjob at best, lacking much of the experienced he seemed to master by now. But you knew that for him you would do it. Whatever he asked, you were his. Ready for whatever he was willing to give up. You bit your lower lips, lost in your thoughts.

Steve held a groan, the sight of you pressing your thighs together as you looked at him playing hoops in his mind. He left a heavy breath, his dagger eyes focused on all your movements. He could smell your arousal from his place. Carefully, he went forward, cupping a side of your face with his hand.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” his voice was heavy just like his stare. “I’m…” Fuck, did you forgot how to speak? Was he that intoxicating? “You…” he mocked “I need to know what you want so I can give it to you, my dumb girl” his fingers caressed your cheek, as you felt your blood rushing through your body. You leaned to his touching, biting your lips hard so a moan wouldn’t escape. What was he doing to you?

“My dumb baby” he taunted “can’t barely contain the sweet sounds when I touch you” you closed your eyes and swallowed, addicted to the sound of his voice and his fingertips. “Gotta tell me what you want, put that pretty mouth of yours to use” your eyes widened at his words.

“I want you to ruin me” this time the words didn’t fail to leave your mouth. Steve had a satisfied smile on his face, dragging his thumb to your parted lips. You took them in, sucking and swirling your tongue around it, a low, strangled groan escaping his mouth at the sight.

“On your knees, pretty girl” he commanded, and you quickly sunk down to your knees. “Wanna see that pretty mouth of yours having a reason for being so out of words” he stated while undoing his belt and lowering his pants. The bulge clear in his boxers watering your mouths and making you wonder if it would fit later.

“Steve” you mumbled, after his cock sprang free from the restraining underwea. “it won’t fit” you blinked a couple of times. Steve chuckled at your words “Oh, my dumb gir, already so needy for my cock” he pouted, mocking your expression “it will fit, don’t worry. Just wait for it” he promised. You gulped and turned your eyes back to his shaft. “Now,” his authoritative tone made you look at him “Tongue out, sweetheart” another barked command, another order you followed promptly. “Eyes on me” he tilted your chin so you could actually look into his eyes, you nodded complying to all his demands.

You could taste the salty pre cum as you licked and sucked on his reddened tip. Sweet moans leaving your lips at the feeling, Steve’s hand threw back in pleasure. He gripped your hair and started thrusting into your mouth, leaving no spacing for breathing. You tugged on his thighs for support, gagging as his cock reached the back of your throat, tears falling down your eyes. The sounds and your current state only made Steve grew harder in your mouth, seeking his own release, using your mouth at his mercy.

“Doing so good for me, my dumb girl” he purred “gonna cum all over your face, fuck” he promised, almost losing his mind at the feeling “then have you bent over and dripping with my seed after I fuck you stupid” he whispered, his words fading as his release approached, curses leaving his mouth. The sounds he was making became your new favorite, he was in control but his flushed look, parted lips, groans and moans were all because of you. You hollowed your cheeks, and continue to let him use you. Suddenly he removed himself slightly as you felt hot, salty cum filling your mouth. You swallowed all he had for you, licking your lips afterwards.

Looking at him with flushed, innocent eyes, Steve pulled you up by your hair, kissing you. Teeth, tongue and his taste in your mouth mixing together in a passionate and rough kiss. Steve finally started undressing you, his lips never leaving your body. He sucked on your lips and moved to your neck, he could bruise the skin that his mouth captured. Steve wanted to let everyone know who you belonged to. As he sucked on one of your boobs, his large hands cupped the other, squeezing and pulling your nipples, making you whine for more. His fingers found your panties ripping the fabric and throwing away.

Steve removed his remaining clothes, lifting you up and placing you in the couch arm. His fingers found your pussy as he groaned at how wet you were “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet for me” his fingers spread your arousal through your cunt, tracing every inch, the fraction at your clit making you nearly jump. Steve pushes two fingers into you at once, stretching you open, delighting himself at how well you took them. “Feel so good squeezing my fingers, can’t wait til it’s my cock” he hissed. His thumb starting circling your clit, the pressure building inside you. You felt dizzy, numb to the feeling, gripping his shoulders as you came, hard. The coil in your stomach turning into white, hot, unimaginable, pleasure. Steve licked his fingers clean and moaned at the taste.

With an evil smile, he turned you easily, bending you over, exposing your ass and pussy for him. With a few strokes on his cock, his was ready to ruin all men for you. You whine at his tip teasing your entrance. Steve wasn’t gentle, burring all of him at once, barely giving you time to adjust to his size, impossibly stretching you to fit all of him. He started at a slow, agonizing pace, teasing you. It worked, you whined, grabbed at any resemblance of balance you could find. Almost sobbing for him to stop the torturous pace.

“Steve, I” you whined his name and his cock twitched inside you. “So cockdrunk already?” he mocked “Can’t even form words” he slowed even more, yet you thought it was impossible. “Fa-aster” you tried “Plea—” no warning, his hips started thrusting harder and faster. The pace settled made you feel the coil to form again, his dick sinking into you at every thrust. “My dumb girl” he said with raspy voice “So fucked out by me, won’t even be able to think after I’m done with you”. You could only moan his name, a mess of incoherent whines, sobs and curses leaving your lips.

Steve’s pace lost his rhythm, his release approaching. He started rubbing circles around your clit, pushing you towards the edge with him. It was all too much, the feeling of your walls contracting around him, his thumb in a perfect pace, the fact that it was Steve. You reached your orgasm soon enough, giving Steve the green light to pursue his own release. It was like shockwaves all over his body, his cock buried deep inside you, his hot cum warming you. Steve collapsed on your back, his cock beginning to soften, still inside you.

After a few heavy breaths, Steve removed himself, watching his cum dripping from your cunt, down to your thighs. He grabbed you in his arms and turned you to face him, rubbing his hand through your face. “Guess we need to clean you up” he offered, a sweet, tired smile on your lips. After that night Steve knew that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t leave you ever again. He would make sure to take care of you, protect you. No matter what.

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers oneshots #steve rogers headcanons #steve rogers blurb #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers x female!reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans headcanons #chris evans x reader #chris evans x reader smut

[tteokdoroki]

waves that hurt | k.bakugou + i.midoriya.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader x izuku midoriya.

♡ word count: 3.04K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, hurt, angst and comfort.

♡ summary: dark days mean dark waves that crash across your mind, intrusive and mean the waves pull you under— but they are the helping hands that pull you up and let you breathe.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy tw for depression, intrusive thoughts and self depreciation, self doubt and low self-worth. this fic is written mostly from personal experiences and may not be accurate to how everyone feels! mentions of therapy.

♡ author’s note(s):  this is my contribution to @doinmybesthere​ ‘s mental health awareness collab, this is kinda personal to me and something i experienced recently!! i hope it can provide some comfort to anyone out there, please don’t forget to check out everyone else’s works and i hope you’re all safe ‘n well <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“kacchan, it’s much worse this time, i really think you should come home early tonight.”

deku whispers into the phone, his marred hands rub slow and soothing circles into your back from over the duvet— you can feel his warmth, light and airy through it but he feels and sounds much further away. a million miles across a dark ocean that trickles through your thoughts, intrusive and mean, keeping you under and away from clear air.

you wouldn’t want to pull him into this, bother him with the way you drown in dark thoughts— so you pull away from your boyfriend and tuck yourself away into the sheets.

izuku doesn’t retract his hand even as you pull away, listening to katsuki grunt orders down the phone— make sure yn’s eaten, make sure yn’s had water. basic things you should be able to do on your own but can’t, paralysed by the anxiety and depression that clamps down on you like a vice and refuses to let you up so you can just breathe. you want to breathe and not feel like the world is crashing down on you, to have a second to yourself where everything seems like it’s okay.

brushing fingers over the nape of your neck, toying with the coils of your baby hairs, your boyfriend speaks, only gently. “baby,” says quietly, his weight causing the bed to dip. “katsuki will be home soon, do you want to come with me to let him in?” you shrug, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. you see the black tendrils and waves in the back of your mind, bringing forth a new batch of ugly words that force you down. are you really that much of a burden these days that katsuki has to call it quits on work for you? “how are you feeling?”

you don’t know, you don’t know how to tell him that every thought you have hurts and there’s a pain in your chest with every breath you take. “i don’t know, it’s just...bad izu…” you want to explain how you feel deep inside, but the words are trapped like balls of tar in your throat— fear that if you say something he’ll walk away.

“you don’t have to say anything, don’t force yourself to…” he speaks with a soft voice, cotton to your ears in an attempt to soothe you. you can just about feel the clean air flowing through your lungs at the sound— it tells you he loves you, no matter what and you almost believe it before sinking back under. “let’s get you some water okay? wouldn’t want kacchan scolding us would we?”

the joke hangs in the murky and heavy air for a few seconds before you muster a small smile— your green haired boyfriend lets out a tiny sigh of relief and pressed a kiss into your hairline, the affection simmers under your skin and briefly brings light to your dark mind as izuku starts leading you to the kitchen.

you’re curled up in izuku’s lap when the front door pops open with a click— signifying your other boyfriend had arrived home. you flinch, hiding yourself in the blankets keeping you warm and locking away the dark thoughts from the eyes of your lovers.

part of you hated them seeing you this way, that’s why you forced yourself to keep everything away from them— but they knew, they always did and always came to your rescue. you didn’t want them to feel like they had to look after you when the days were bad and draining and your mind took hold of everything that you felt. you didn’t need the weight of your own problems on the shoulders of two pro heroes who had enough to deal with.

in the end, you would destroy them like you did with yourself.

you can hear katsuki shedding his gear by the door, feeling his intense and heated presence flood the room and barely penetrate the barrier you created for yourself even while you lay in izuku’s arms. for as long as you’d known the two— even from back in your U.A days, bakugou had hated self-pity, of course in recent years he’d cooled down a little and spoke less on the actions of others but even still, you weren’t sure if you could handle him looking down on you for looking down on yourself and for feeling this way.

the blanket is suddenly lifted from your head, momentarily blinding you with the overwhelming light that is your boyfriend, katsuki bakugou. a twinkle of concern lines his ruby eyes and you can see traces of his charcoal eyeliner that he usually smudges underneath his mask— he’s so beautiful but you’re afraid of the twitches of worry, afraid that he’s mad at you for being the way you are.

“hey honey,” bakugou hums, crouching to your level to cup your cheeks, stress bleeding from his body when you nuzzle into him.

izuku gives you a squeeze, an encouraging one and you nod. “hi,” is all you can muster, afraid of blurting the intrusive words that crackle across your brain.

katsuki sits back on his haunches, looking between you and his boyfriend before he attempts to kick off his shoes. the room is full of a thick, ugly quietness that you know you’re responsible for— they don’t have to say anything, you know that it’s you. because when you’re like this it’s hard for bakugou and midoriya to talk, afraid that they’ll say something to set you off and you afraid that they’ll leave if they knew how you really felt. how trapped and alone you felt inside, how the twisted darkness added tones to your vibes and dragged you down with every step that you took.

they don’t need to say it because it flows from your body like a rushing river and drowns them, fills their lungs and it’s your fault for infecting them with your own bitter taste of life.

“have you eaten?” the blonde of the two boys asks, looking you dead in the eye. you want to answer, but again the viscous back from earlier starts to flood through your body. you try to take care of yourself of these days where you feel it the hardest, but it’s difficult to move and to breathe— and the drive to complete even the simplest of tasks is barely ever there.

you move to speak, caught up in the thick smog of your own brain when izuku gives your body a squeeze and shakes his head, the forest of his hair brushing against your cheek. “you’ve had water, right?” izuku has no problem answering for you. “but nothing to eat,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if to hide his worry from you— it’s light in his tone but tremors throughout the number one’s body. you feel sick for making him feel that way.

katsuki’s gaze shifts back from his boyfriend to you, his expression unreadable because he knows how you get if they worry too much about you. you’re thankful, partly for that at least, his blank face prevents your mind from reading too deep into things and blaming yourself for things out of your own control.

“‘m makin’ your favourite for dinner. you’ll eat it, no questions asked.” the explosive pro hero states firmly, rising from his place crouched down by your side, obviously not before thumbing over your cheeks to wipe away evidence of your dried tears. “gonna run you a bath too, damn nerd better get you upstairs and ready by the time it’s done.” deku’s chest rumbles with a light hearted chuckle beneath you, lifting the heavy weight of the air within the room— bakugou had always loved brashly, with a fiery intensity that hardly left room for the answer ‘no’, and while izuku was more tame, they balanced one another out in a way that felt more like a warm hug than a battle. they grounded you, in the best of ways.

true to his disgruntled words, your blonde headed boyfriend runs you a hot bath. you don’t miss the addition of lavender oil to the perfectly warm water, the baking soda which you’re sure he only knew to add because his mother had said it would remove the demon spawn toxins in his body. izuku is the one to help you strip, holds your hands as you kick off gross comfort clothes and folds them away, after pressing kisses to your groggy face and chin.

it’s almost funny to see the two biggest and beefiest pro heroes sit on your bathroom floor crossed legged and beside the tub— both of them taking up the majority of the room. you know for a fact that no one would believe the sight unless they saw it, but they’re there. both of them, izuku midoriya and bakugou katsuki are with you encompassed in the silence while you wash away the ugly words that plague your mind and fill the pores of your skin.

they’re still there.

even as sweet lavender water moves in soft waves over your bare body, while black ink moves in the same way across your brain— tattooing self-depreciating thoughts into every inch. you’re not worth their time, they say, you’re wasting it. because how could their precious time be put to good use if you’re taking it up, they could be saving people but instead your boyfriends are here, drowning in your own darkness.

they’re still fucking here.

when they could be out there saving the people who needed it, who were suffering out there in the world outside of your home.

and the suds against your body, the warm water sloshing over your thighs isn’t enough to get rid of the burning sensation of vile phrases printing themselves against your body and clouding every thought that you think. toxic, mean and nasty things you can’t scrub away— none of it is enough to make you feel like you deserve bakugou tenderly lathering you up with the rose scented soap his mother had sent you for christmas or the sips of cool water midoriya brings to your lips in order to prevent you from overheating in the steam of the bathroom.

deku catches the painful twist in your face, pausing his movements to study you. “whaddya need?” you need it to stop, to find something to replace the pain and doubts that fill you.

“water, hotter,” you croak quietly, tears building up in the base of your throat as katsuki catches on and flicks the tap for a stream of hot water to fill the tub. “please,”

they tell you to let them know when to stop if the heat gets too much, but the scalding water burns away any reminders of the self loathing you feel across every inch of your mind, your body and your soul. it stings at the darkness in a way that’s painfully soothing and maybe if you sink under— it could stop hurting completely. if you could slide deeper into the water, would the waves of darkness not crash so hard?

and then the damn breaks, like a tsunami the guilt and anguish you feel crashes over your body and takes control, leaving you fighting for oxygen in the form of your happiness.

everything that you’d been holding back flows freely in salty tears from tired eyes, scorching a path down the apples of your cheeks and mingling with the contents of the tub below. your boys, they don’t notice at first, how you cry and curl in on yourself until you think the world won’t notice you anymore but then just as they always do, they’re pulling you into their warmth and bubble of light— freeing you from black intrusive tendrils even if it means they have to crawl into the tub and wade their through the ocean you’ve made to set yourselves apart.

“don’t—!” you heave with an uneven voice, signs of you falling apart evident in every way. bakugou and deku pull away from you slowly, with dripping shirts and worry written across freckled faces and red eyes. they’re scared for you, hate seeing you force your feelings down and away from them. “please don’t touch me—you’ll—“

the water in the bathtub sloshes from where you retract from their touch, backing yourself up against the wall and away from your boys. “we’ll what?” izuku presses but only gently, keeping you afloat, stopping you from sinking and bakugou stays put in his place, letting the latter talk you down.

you shake your head, trying to think of the right words but it’s hard to, with the crashing waves heavy against your ears. how do you tell your lovers that everything hurts, to think and to feel, to live day by day. you don’t want to bother them with and an extra stress to their busy lives. but you can’t keep it in any longer, bursting at the seams. “you’ll drown. i-if i touch you, i’ll pull you under, you’ll drown with me and you won’t be able to breathe and all those horrible things that i think about will burn in your lungs until you give up fighting like me,” your tears and hiccups interrupt your words, but they listen. bakugou and deku, they listen and they stay.

“yn—“

“because if you do, then all that i feel will be a burden to you— i’ll break in ways that can’t be fixed and you’ll be forced to pick up the pieces and i’ll just be a burden,” you continue, not even pausing to take a breath while you continue to cry. “if you stay to pick up the pieces, you’ll be taken away from people who need you, who are worth saving, and can be helped and—“

you can’t recount how many nights, similar to this in which you wondered why and how two pro heroes could want and love you, why they dealt with your down days that sometimes outnumbered the ups— even if they’d shown you how much they cared, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as if your sadness took up their time to save someone else.

“you can be helped, yn. you don’t have to go what you’re going through alone, you’re worth the time and the effort of helping, no one deserves to suffer,” the green haired of your two boyfriends cuts through the tail ends of your words, still keeping distance until he knows it’s safe to touch you again. there is no look of condescending pity on his face, no sign to show you’ve pulled him into the dark of your mind. it’s just izuku, trying to help you pull through.

you look to katsuki hesitantly, he hasn’t said a word. “but i don’t want to be seen as...as weak, or to worry you because i can’t get out of my own head—“

“y’not fuckin’ weak, we’d never think that of you. we see you try to hide your pain, pretend things don’t get to you when they do. but fuckin’ handlin’ things on ya own can make y’stronger than any two heroes combined,” a look of anger flashes across his features, finer with age and tired with work. but bakugou isn’t angry with you, but with himself for leading you to believe that you were an extra weight on his shoulders. both of their shoulders. “yer not gonna get rid of us or scare us away, we love ya, we’re here for ya ‘n if it’s help that you need or think yer not worthy of, we’ll find some. it’s okay t’ask for help.”

maybe it’s hearing it from someone else, that your pain and your depression is valid, that you’re not an extra weight on the people you love that allows you to come up from a tar-like ocean for fresh air in your lungs, for the waves to calm and the storm raging in your mind to soothe. maybe it’s the two of your boyfriends being there for you despite the fear that you’d scare them away with not being okay that washes away some of the awful things you think.

you know that their support won’t make things go away over night, that it will take time for you to heal but for now you can keep your head above the water just long enough to breathe.

“can i touch you now? is it okay?” deku asks, feeling less distant from you than at the start of the day, but as your body shakes with the last of your tears all you manage is a nod before the number one hero is pulling you into his chest from the tub and the number two is wrapping a towel and his arms around you.

you sit sandwiched between the two, they keep you at the surface— holding you tight while you let out what you’ve been holding back. “we can get some help if y’want it, the doctors...therapy might be nerve wrackin’...scary even, but it can help and we’ll be there every single step of the fuckin’ way,” katsuki reasures you with pets to your head, rocking you back and forth on your bathroom floor, steam clinging to the air that you can finally breathe.

izuku nods along in agreement, pressing kisses to your wet hairline. “we’ll be here. you won’t be alone.”

the murkiness of the water in your mind starts to clear, but only just— their warmth starts to push through the clouds like sunshine brushing against your skin. a light to the dark that's plagued your every waking moment, the waves no longer crash and destroy but instead lap comfortingly at your painful thoughts and tame them just enough for you to have a moment of clarity.

you don’t have to be alone or millions of miles away, you deserve the hands of your loved ones that offer you help instead of pushing them away. the process of healing and things like therapy or meds will be hard sometimes, but katsuki and izuku will be here by your side, to help you manage days where darkness rolls in waves that hurt and help you breathe once again.

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[amazingphilza]

twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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[xsamsharons]

only one bed - nikolai lantsov.

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader

genre/warning: just fluff!

words: 1.4k

summary: the age old "there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling" trope.

Today had been a rare calm day out on a deserted beach you’d found somewhere along the coast of Ravka, the sun had shined all day without cloud in sight, and the lack of wind combined with the hot weather had made it impossible to stay out of the water for long. Even though the day had been one of the most relaxed one the crew had had the fortune of enjoying in a while, a whole day in the ocean would take its toll on anyone, hence why you were now basically dragging your feet back to the Volkvolny to turn in for the night. You had your shoes in your hands, feeling the now cold sand make contact with your bare feet, your hair salty and your eyes red from the water. Tolya and Tamar were walking in front of you, both absolutely exhausted, causing them to stumble and trip over everything. Genya and David were walking behind you, both whispering to each other and giggling under their breath, and Nikolai was walking right beside you. You were both walking while sharing a peaceful moment of comfortable silence after a day full of annoying each other, though it seemed keeping quiet was a hard thing for Nikolai to do, since he tried to spark a conversation every five steps you took.

You had left everything on the ship in order before you left this morning, already imagining how tiring it would be to tidy everything up when you could barely keep your eyes open. However, it seemed like the universe had other plans, because as soon as you all arrived in one piece to the stowaway boat you had docked on the shore and after various failed attempts to climb up and onto the ship, Tolya collapsed on the couch. You tried nudging him and waking him up, but it was a lost cost given the fact that he had instantly passed out, and none of you were strong enough to move his dead weight.

“Don’t look so sad, darling.” Nikolai said when he saw you standing on your door looking like a kicked puppy. “Now you have an excuse to come into my room and sleep next to me.” he winked, which caused you to roll your eyes. He wasn’t wrong: while you would obviously take the couch, his room was probably the best one out of everyone’s, and you really didn’t have enough energy to argue with him right now. Instead, you just settled for a glare that you hoped conveyed everything you would say to him in that moment if you weren’t so exhausted. Judging by the way his smirk only grew in response to your look, you think it probably did.

“Thanks.” You huffed as he opened the door to his office slash room.

As soon as you stepped into his room and heard him shut the door behind you, you wanted to start crying out of frustration. Or exhaustion - probably both, you weren’t sure. Bottom line is that you wanted to start crying. Nikolai’s couch was a mess. There were pages filled with what looked like ship designs everywhere, the bed sheet on top of it looked like it hadn’t been washed in a month, there was a leftover plate of food on the floor and, was that a sword sticking out of the cushions? Nikolai chuckled from his side of the room.

“Guess you don’t want to be sleeping in there.” He said, sending you a smirk over his shirtless shoulder as he changed into his sleeping clothes.

“It beats the floor.” You shrugged, and it was true. The floor hadn’t been cleaned in ages and you were scared you were gonna fall through it and end up in the middle of the ocean. An irrational thought, of course, but one that your mind considered very possible anyway.

“I mean, we can always share the bed.” Nikolai proposed, and you shook your head, you thought you were already being too much of a bother, and you didn’t think your body could handle a whole night of sleeping next to him. “Oh, come on. It’s not that big of a deal, darling.” he smirked, walking closer to you until he was crouching down to look into your eyes that were trying to focus on anything but his hazel ones..

“Fine.” You sighed in response, and you don’t know how, but his smirk got even bigger than it had been seconds before. After telling him you’d slap his stupid smirk off his face if he didn’t stop, (which got a laugh out of him) you got changed and climbed into bed.

You both made a point of sleeping as far away from each other as possible, even though Nikolai had suggested that he could - in his own words - ‘keep you warmer than the covers ever could’, to the point where you were almost falling off the bed. You didn’t care though, you were exhausted and just wanted to sleep, so that’s exactly what you did.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was how heavy your chest felt. You got worried for a moment, your brain starting to think that somehow you had fallen through the floor and you were drowning, before you glanced down and saw Nikolai’s head resting right under your chin and on top of your chest, both of his arms safely wrapped around your body as his soft breaths made contact with your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt in your body and your heartbeat to speed up. You ignored the butterflies having him lay against you caused you, and instead admired the sight in front of you.

You stared at his face and admired every single feature in it; his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks, his soft lips slightly parted but looking as beautiful as ever, and his sharp nose upon which you were delicately tracing your index finger up and down. His nose subconsciously scrunched up at the contact and you let out a soft laugh at how cute he looked, moving your right hand from his nose and placing it on his hair instead, you started to twirl his curls in your fingers. You kept your other hand on his face and caressed his cheek, feeling your heart melting at the sight of the beautiful prince.

Soon enough, however, you noticed how your body started to go numb from being under him and having his body pressed up against you for such a long time. As much as you hated to disrupt the peaceful state he was in and your own private selfish view of his face, you shook him awake. He let out a groan and nuzzled closer to you, if that was even possible, and you felt your heart do flips inside you.

“Sorry for the bother, your highness, but my whole body is going numb. You aren’t exactly a feather.” You teased in a sarcastic tone, using his title to further taunt him.

In one swift motion, Nikolai turned you both around, still keeping his arms wrapped around you but this time you were the one whose head was placed on his chest. Your heart was already beating at an inhuman pace when he started to trace patterns across your arm with his thumb and you felt your body tense up once you started thinking about how he was conscious now and definitely aware of what he was doing. Nikolai must have felt this because he spoke with a sigh afterwards.

“I always imagined our first morning waking up together would involve less clothing, but this is still pretty good.” He said and you slapped his chest, feeling your cheeks burning up. “Just relax, darling. I can't sleep when your thoughts are so loud.” He concluded, moving to place a kiss on the crown of your head before laying back down.

You smiled softly and nuzzled closer to him, inhaling his scent resting your head above his shirt. You returned his kiss by placing one of your own against his chest where his shirt opened and left an open spot, relaxing against him once again once you felt his quiet laugh come from above you in the form of a huff of air.

Feeling his thumb still drawing patterns in your arms, you decided a few more hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt, and he would still be there when you woke up.

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[glxssylaufey]

disobedience [tom hiddleston]

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summary: stepdad!tom hiddleston x reader; both you and your stepdad awkwardly cross paths at a late night party, sparking a night to remember.

warnings: smut (18+), minors DNI, stepdad kink, age gap, slight voyeurism and degration, smoking marijuana, drinking

a/n: this is just gonna be a quick drabble, so i’m sorry it’s short :,) this is terribly written!! but this fic does include a reader with a stepdad kink so if that doesn’t float your boat then please don’t touch! 𖠳 (all characters are over 18!!)

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the one rule that your mother gave you that you seemed to remember before you left was to be home by ten

now this isn’t because you made sure to be home before the clock struck ten, not at all

the clock was actually leaking past midnight at this point

the only reason you could seem to remember this rule your mother gave is because of what followed after

“your father is working late tonight. i would hate for him to come home worried about where you are.”

now this seemed perfectly normal, right?

not under these circumstances

buried deep in the party, you sat with your distracted friends where you rolled yourself a joint

you felt your fingers freeze their movement, struck with shock

what your mother said rang over and over in your ears

“your father is working late tonight. i would hate for him to come home worried about where you are.” ???

your whole world seemed to move in slow motion as you and your stepfather Tom locked eyes from across the crowded room

your heart raced as you watched him, his piercing gaze refusing to leave the sight of you

it took you awhile to process the fact that there was also a nameless woman laying shamelessly over this lap

her legs hung lazily over his while he rubbed her legs slowly, his long finger massaging her sweetly

the woman placed open mouth kisses all over Tom’s neck, gaining a small gasp from him

yet his eyes remained on you

shit.

his eyes remained on you.

it wasn’t until then you realized you sat there in front of your stepfather, rolling a heavily packed joint

you knew you’d be in deep trouble for this one, after all the rules your mother had also given you about no drugs

well at least you remembered that rule eventually

you finally break the eye contact, cracking under the older man’s intimidating gaze

when you drop your eyes you discover that the mystery woman is palming Tom through his trousers, his painfully hard cock straining against the fabric

you swallow hard at the sight, squeezing your legs together to trap the sudden head that was escaping

why were you feeling this way?

it was wrong!

Tom’s gaze never left you, his ocean blue eyes blown dark with lust

taking a deep breath, you look back at your stepdad with shaky posture

his disapproving look was easily replaced with a cheeky smirk

he looked devilish with his taunting grin, his fingers still tracing over the woman’s skin as if to tease you impossibly further

you glared back, a rush of confidence surging through you

two can play that game, Tom.

you carelessly continued nearly rolling your half finished joint, eager to finally get your much needed relaxation

lining up the edges of the rolling paper, you glanced back up at Tom who’s eyes were still glued to you

poking your tongue out, you allowed the tip of it to gently glide across the paper

you locked eyes with the older man, teasingly licking edge of the paper

Tom’s face has fallen back to a scowl

he suddenly squeezed the woman’s thigh, causing her to playfully jump in a small fit of painfully annoying laughter

god, you hated him

but fuck, you really wanted him.

you pretended not to notice as you looked away to grab your lighter

igniting the end of the joint, you took a long drag before blowing a large puff of smoke into the room

you were satisfied completely with his reaction

Tom suddenly rose from his seat, scooping up the woman who was clearly upset about being interrupted so abruptly

after setting her onto the floor, he quickly straightened himself out before cocking his head towards the bathrooms, giving you a clear signal

oh boy.

you told your friends you were making a quick trip to the bathroom before hastily making your way over to search for your stepdad

just before you were about to start thinking he left, Tom suddenly yanked you into a close bedroom

he quickly locked the door behind him, sufficiently locking you in

you suddenly felt small, Tom taking long strides to you

“y/n.” he spoke sternly. “look at me.”

obeying, you bring your eyes to look up at him

your facade of confidence seemed to hiccup under his judgment, making you panic

“you cheated on my mother.” you said shakily

“what do you care?” Tom spat back “you have no respect for her anyways, breaking all her rules.”

you wince at his words slightly, making the tall man smirk

he loved the control he had, like he had full authority over you

“i knew you would, anyways.” he growled with a sinful smile, making you shiver

“i knew from the moment i met you, your innocent little girl act was complete bullshit. i was right about you all along, darling.”

“out at parties, way past your curfew, getting high and god knows what else! you really are a bad girl, y/n.”

Tom’s words sent chills down your spine and sparks through your core

“no, i’m not!” you argued, backing away from him

Tom mocked confusion as he walked until your back hit the wall

“oh, no? you’re not, huh? then what exactly were you planning on doing tonight, little girl? get high off your ditzy little head, then what?”

you froze, fumbling in your head for an answer

tom scoffed pridefully when you remained silent

“no answer, y/n?” he coos condescendingly

“were you planning on finding some puny college boy to try and fuck you?” he whispered in your ear, making you shake

“n-no!” you swore

“don’t lie to me. i bet if i touched you right now then you’d be dripping, you whore.” he groaned before nipping your earlobe

you bite back a moan, arching your back slightly

“go ahead, little girl. you wanna act like a grown woman? show me how grown you are, baby girl.”

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