#his most primal instincts kicked in

[idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy]

Daniel’s best looks

Day 22: Season 04 Episode 01

I’ve never made a Daniel’s best looks series for Season 04 and 05 so I’m rectifying that now

#daniel larusso #daniel's best looks #cobra kai #johnny was having a bisexual crisis #his most primal instincts kicked in #that's why he offered dripping ham #it's caveman for I want you

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Zombie! Ghost NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Zombie Fucking, Monster Fucking, Zombie! Ghost, Human! Reader, Zombie Anatomy, Cockwarming, Unprotected Sex, Stagnant Semen, Stomach Bulge, Stomach Swelling, Mention of Breeding, Engorged Penis, Brief Worry of Infection, Mentions of Blood, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

Zombie!Ghost who’s been travelling with you for the last couple of months or so.

Zombie! Ghost who wasn’t like all the other infected — he retained most of his autonomy with only his body succumbing to the disease, blood smattered down his tactical gear, eyes milky.

Zombie!Ghost who, though he can’t speak, can still communicate via growls, gurgles and groans, as well as body language, albeit in a stiff manner.

Zombie!Ghost who, despite existing in a decaying body, has retained most of his human, primal urges. Even had some of them enhanced.

Zombie!Ghost who, though you might not know it, rocks himself into his hand when the night is quiet, your name and face on his mind amidst the buzz of the virus telling him to act on his base instincts to eat, feed and breed.

Zombie!Ghost who sees that, much to his lethargic delight, this was the case for you, too.

On many a night had he caught you with something hard between your legs, trying desperately to alleviate the the knots below your stomach.

Zombie!Ghost who, one night, after a long day of running from the undead and hiding in an enclosed space with you, chest to chest as you both waited for the horde to pass, found that palming himself did nothing to rid him of the aching feeling between his legs.

Zombie!Ghost who can sense that you’re the same: all that excess adrenaline and pent-up sexual frustration permeated the air with scent only a creature like Ghost could smell. A scent which he followed to the door of your room.

He knocked. Once. Heard you shuffling, scurrying, before clearing your throat, telling him to “Come in,”

Zombie! Ghost who can see your hasty attempt to cover yourself, your pants pulled up with such speed that you’d neglected to zip them back up, the hem of your underwear showing between the open space.

Zombie!Ghost who sees your eyes flicker to his trousers, widen slightly, before returning to his eyes.

Zombie!Ghost who wastes no time, kicking the door shut behind him and taking heavy, deliberate steps towards you.

Zombie! Ghost whose hand slithers down his front to the bulge between his legs, never taking his eyes off yours as he squeezes it, letting out a guttural groan.

Zombie! Ghost who knows you’re intelligent enough to pick up what he’s putting down. Even if you are stunned into momentary silence.

Zombie! Ghost who feels something in him grow warm when you look up at him with wide eyes, asking him, tentatively: “But…won’t I get infected?”

Zombie! Ghost who shakes his head, for he can do little more to put your mind at ease save for leaving and never proposing such a thing again.

Zombie! Ghost who sees you mulling it over in your mind, though he can tell by the rampant heat coming from between your thighs, the tantalising scent of your hormones thickening in the air, that your mind is already made up.

Zombie! Ghost who approaches with a rabid look in his eyes, coming to stand right where you need him.

Zombie! Ghost who has to bite back a growl when he feels your fingers brush him through his clothes, taking the zipper of his pants between your fingers and pulling it down.

Zombie! Ghost who, after having himself freed of his tactical gear, lies back on the bed, watching your mouth drop open as you see his swollen, drooling, stiffened cock for the first time, blackened veins running up the shaft. Pulsating. Something viscous and almost white oozes from the tip.

Zombie! Ghost who has to resist the urge to buck his hips when you come to straddle him, your pants and underwear abandoned somewhere on the mattress.

Zombie! Ghost who shudders when his tip meets your heat, the first semblance of warmth he’s felt since his un-death.

Zombie! Ghost who, even with his vocal cords having thoroughly decayed, lets out a carnal growl as you take him, sinking down onto his tip and wincing at the coldness — the size — of him.

Zombie! Ghost who can only wait for you to adjust to his girth and his lack of temperature as you sink further, a bulge in your stomach forming.

Zombie! Ghost who can feel you squeezing around him, already coaxing him to forfeit his restraint and pump you full of the stagnant semen all but bursting from his engorged ballsack. The consequence of not having an outlet for weeks.

Zombie! Ghost who gasps, back arching against the mattress, his gloved bands coming to grip your waist while he grinds up into you, desperate to feel more of your warmth.

Zombie! Ghost who can barely hold it together (literally) as you rock yourself on his cock, whimpering and gasping as he fills every ounce of space your body can give him.

Zombie! Ghost who can see that this is the turning point for your relationship — that the two of you have entered something you wouldn’t be able to explain to others even if you wanted to. If there was anyone left to explain it to.

Zombie! Ghost who, the longer and harder you rock against him, lifting yourself and dropping again back onto him, feels himself start to come undone, starts to feel the all-too human tremours and electricity — the tell-tale signs of a release.

Zombie! Ghost who, when he sees you try to pull away, try to stop him from splattering your insides with his seed, tightens his grip on your waist, keeping you flush against him.

Zombie! Ghost who, despite his lethargy, bucks up into you. Despite your protests, your begging for him to “Pull out — please!” knows it’s far too late as his eyes squeeze shut and his body spasms.

You’re filled with a wet coldness that can’t possibly be mistaken for anything else. And what’s more, there’s tons of it. You’re sure the sheer amount of semen Ghost is pumping you full of is going to leave your stomach swollen for days to come.

Zombie! Ghost who bounces you on his dick until he feels you cum, hears you cry out, sees you go limp, his hands keeping you upright.

Zombie! Ghost who, in the panting, sweating, sweltering aftermath, lays you beside him, his cock still deep inside you, a parasite in its own right as it sought and fed from your warmth.

Zombie! Ghost who brings an arm around you, pulling your back to his front, his face in your hair.

Zombie! Ghost who, tiring now, wonders if you’d have been together like this when he was a human, when he was alive.

Zombie! Ghost who wonders how he’s managed to live without you in the first place. Who knows now he’ll do anything to make sure that never happens.

Zombie! Ghost who can feel that you’ve fallen into a deep slumber, your breathing steady.

Zombie! Ghost who wonders how much of his strength, his load, you can take — where and when you’ll get yourself off on him next.

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[sabersandsnipers]

Daddy Halsin

When you share your desire with Halsin to start a family, the delight in his eyes shines through like nothing you've seen before. Halsin has amazing paternal instincts, and you know he's been wanting a child for sometime now. He certainly takes the phrase "daddy Halsin" seriously.

His animalistic side is quick to kick in. He shares that the bear within him wishes to breed you, to fill you with his children and claim you as his own. So during the countless times you try to conceive a child, he's almost feral with need.

You can tell by the glow that sparks in his eyes as he pounds into you that he's trying to keep the bear at bay. It's hard for him when engaging in more primal activities. But he manages to let out just enough of the animal to keep things interesting, to make you feel as if you're filled to the brim with Halsin.

You carefully track your cycle, counting down the days until you're supposed to start bleeding. You wouldn't be surprised if you managed to conceive already. Halsin is rather determined to have you carry his child.

So when you miss your first bleeding, hope sparks in you. You share this with Halsin, and the smile that grows on his face could put the sun itself to shame.

You keep a close eye on your body for any changes that would confirm the presence of a child growing in you. When another cycle comes and goes with no blood, you begin to notice subtle changes in your body.

Halsin is the first to notice the swell of your belly. You lie together after a night of rather vigorous activity. Halsin has his head on your chest, tracing patterns all over every inch of your bare skin. His hand stops over your belly.

He can feel the tautness there. The firmness ensuring that a new life has started to grow. He presses a light kiss to your abdomen. A warmth flows through him as he pictures the life you'll soon be sharing together. He pictures the little bundle that will soon be in his arms, and he feels the bear within him pushing at his conscious a bit, needing to protect his offspring.

He practically worships you during your pregnancy. The beauty that you radiate has him feeling that he should pray to you. He ensures that you’re treated like the goddess you are.

He helps you wash up after long days, sitting in a tub or standing in a river with you, holding you in his arms. His skilled fingers massage your scalp and back, earning moans from you. He prides himself in knowing how to make your body sing for him.

When labor finally starts, Halsin is filled with a mix of both excitement and fear. Excitement over the fact that your child will soon be here, and fear that he won't be able to protect you two from the dangers of this world.

Your laboring process is no easy feat, but Halsin holds your hand and whispers encouragement. Even as you scream every obscenity you can think of at the midwife, Halsin remains a steady presence at your side.

He admires the strength you show as you begin the birthing process. The screams you make sound like those you cry out at the battle field when you slaughter your enemies. But this is your battle field right now.

When your child finally emerges, the world slows for him. A beautiful girl is shortly placed in his arms after she’s placed skin to skin with you. The sight of Halsin holding that tiny little creature in his massive arms causes all of your pain to fade for just a moment.

“Thank you for bringing her into his world,” Halsin says to you, never taking his eyes off his daughter.

But when he holds her in his arms, the overwhelming thought of fatherhood flitting in his mind finally calms. She's a mirror image of you, gorgeous in every way. Down to the color of her eyes, to the shape of her face, she holds every bit of your beauty.

He rarely lets her leave his arms. Which you don't mind, considering how exhausted you are after laboring for nearly a day. But he still proudly shows her off to the rest of the camp.

Most coo at her adorable features, and even Astarion looks at her with interest.

"Does the little beast have a name?" Astarion asks him. He allows her little fist to close around one of his fingers.

"Willow," Halsin replies. The smile on his face seems to be stuck there.

He waits on you and Willow nonstop, ensuring both of you are comfortable at all times. And that night, he holds you both close to him. Willow lies in one of his arms and you lean against his chest.

The warmth of contentment fills him. Although neither of you have said it yet, you're both already looking forward to the process of starting it all over again.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #halsin #halsin imagine #halsin x reader #bg3 halsin

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 19 all chapters

“Jane! Will you hear reason? (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear); “because, if you won’t, I’ll try violence.” -Rochester, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

WARNINGS: NSFW, POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T, PLZ TAKE CARE, LOVE U ALL 😘😘😘😘

-It is unfathomable, the amount of dread that manages to build inside you as you make that short walk up the stairs and down the hall. Back to the bedroom, which may as well be your jail cell. The locks on the door engage with what is to you, an ominous click.

Did you really think you were going to get one over on a man who was a professional predator?

You little fool.

You find it hard to read John’s expression. Not mad, exactly, but not happy either. Pensive. You realize he’s deep in thought, and that almost scares you more than if he’d peppered you with threats.

What is he going to do to you?

He drops you down on the bed, hard enough that you bounce. Your first instinct is to try to scramble away, but he is on you in a second, pulling you closer with hands on your thighs that will not be denied.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He leans over you, trapping you in the cage of his arms and his torso. He is so much bigger than you, and you hate it that you find his looming body equally titillating as it is terrifying. Your hands gravitate to his chest, as though to keep him at bay, but mostly…just resting there, on muscle that is like warm carved granite.

You dare to look up meet his gaze, and find his eye has turned from swollen red to a vibrant royal purple. You know it must hurt.

Even more fucked up, you actually start to feel bad about it.

You reach up to touch his cheek lightly. “John…I’m sorry.”

His eyes narrow, and he looks you up and down so neatly trapped beneath him. “Oh, you’re going to be,” he practically purrs.

A trill of fear skitters down your spine.

“My ankle hurts,” you whine, angling for sympathy.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Pretty sure it’s yours.”

He chuckles at you, though there is a dark note beneath it all that lifts every hair on your body.

You are so fucked.

You cannot help but think he is savoring your nervousness, like a cat toying with a mouse. You are shaking like a leaf, and you flinch when he lifts a hand to your face. But he doesn’t strike you, just caresses the curve of your cheek.

You know deep down that he’s just priming you for what is to come, but fuck if it doesn’t feel wonderful to lean into his touch, and you can nearly pretend that he cherishes you. It almost puts you at ease—but you have already learned this man offers no comfort without exacting some impossible price for it later.

He settles farther into you with a low sound like a growl, rubbing the scruff of his beard against your face as though marking you. It is so primal, so far removed from anything civilized, and you…cannot suppress a sigh.

You should struggle and bite and kick—but in that moment, you just...don't want to.

“Hmm,” he grumbles, a sound from deep in his chest that you feel as much as hear. “My fierce little kitten. What am I to do with you?”

“Let me go?”

You don't know why you even ask. You already know his answer, but you just can't stop yourself. You are filled to the gills with the most agonizing mix of arousal and fear, nearly sick with the adrenaline racing through your veins.

This man will kill you just with the threat of waiting, it seems.

He answers by pressing his mouth to yours, taking your lips in a possessive and probing kiss that curls your toes. He pulls you closer, offering you a firm thigh between your legs to grind upon, and goddamn it that if lost in the moment, you don’t take him up on it. You feel him smile against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip.

 It leaves you dizzy with desire, and he takes advantage of your stupefied state, suddenly flipping you on your stomach. You scream a little with surprise, finding yourself bent over the edge of the bed, his narrow hips flush against your backside. You try to struggle up on your elbows, but he pins you down with a large hand between your shoulder blades. 

“Stay there,” he warns you. “Or I'll make you stay.”

Your heart is a thunderous timpani roll in your ears. With your face down in the soft sheets that smell so deliciously like him, you fear you know what’s coming next. Yet he takes his time about it, his gentle fingertips tracing your curves, down to the sensitive skin of the backs of your thighs. It makes you shudder—why does he have to be so gentle, while he’s being so terrible?

You feel his fingers bunch in your hem a moment before he wrenches your skirt up past your waist. 

You cry out, writhing on instinct, but again he pins you with his torso moulded against your back. The warmth of him, and the weight of him…is a damnably delightful thing.

“My bad bad girl.” You feel his fingertips ghosting up your thigh, up to trace the line of your panties over your buttock, teasing just inside the elastic. Your hands fist in the sheets; you can hardly stand it. His light touch feels uneasily wonderful, and your fruitless squirming beneath him is equally fueled by desire and dread. You can feel his erection pressing into your flesh. It does not help the growing ache between your thighs. It's possible you arch into him for a moment, before you regain your wits again, grinding your teeth against every iota of tainted pleasure this man makes you feel.

He cups the round of your butt with a groan of approval, the breadth of his paw making you feel impossibly small. 

“Such a perfect ass. Just made for spanking.”

A spear of cold fear pierces your insides.

“Please don't hit me.” You hate how utterly pathetic you sound, whimpering into the counterpane.

“No? You hit me first.”

“I...you kidnapped me!” 

“Hmm.”

You are realizing that's not going to be a viable defense with this man. 

“Just remember, kitten. Anything you can do.” He kisses the knob of your spine on the back of your neck, making you shudder.  “I can do to you.” Another kiss, lower on your exposed spine, that absolutely fries the wires in your brain. “Ten times worse. Understood?”

“Yes.” You are proud that your voice sounds somewhat level, because all you want to do is sob into the sheets. It makes you so angry, that he can manipulate your body this way, and that the threat of his brutality merely seems to serve as an amuse bouche to your arousal. What the fuck is wrong with you?

“So. My darling doesn't like hitting. I don't either. Should we make a deal?” 

“A deal?” 

“You won't hit me, and I won't hit you.”

“Ok,” you sigh, relieved yet knowing this is not something that in a sane world, should win your gratitude. Little by little, he's tying your hands more, stealing your ability to fight back, catching you up in the web of his game.

His voice drops low as he warns you, “Don't break a deal with me, sweetheart. You won't like it.” 

“I won't.” Your voice is so small, you hardly recognize it.

He makes a sound of approval from deep in his chest, running his hand down your back, almost like he’s petting you.

“But now we're back to square one. How am I to punish you?”

You make a squeak of surprise.

“But—”

“I’m going to have a black eye for at least a week. You owe me something.”

He kidnapped you, and you hit him trying to escape, so you owe him.

Class, welcome to Gaslighting 101.

Worse yet, you know it, but there’s not a goddammed thing you can do about it.

When you remain silent in your fury he further prompts, “Any suggestions?”

You cannot stop yourself from spitting, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He actually laughs at that, a low sound that tugs at your belly and makes you pulse between your thighs.

“I think I have an idea.”

His fingertips hook in the sides of your panties, drawing them down to bare your ass to him. “No…” You try to roll away, but he pins you again with his hips against the bed.

“Feeling shy now? I literally had my tongue inside your sweet little pussy a few days ago.” The reminder of this invokes a throbbing in your cunt that is not helpful at all.

“That was different…”

“Was it?”

A lump rises in your throat, and you barely manage to speak around it. “I trusted you then.”

“I’m still the same man, y/n.” He caresses the curve of your ass cheek, so gently. His fingertips stray agonizingly close to your weeping center, and you know you are a broken thing, for the flood of slick that answers him between your legs. You tremble as you fight not to strain towards him, like a flower seeks the sun. “I think you knew I was dangerous, even then.”

Your breath escapes in a shuddering sigh. He might be right about that…but the rest. There’s no way you could have even dreamed all the rest. You did not sign up for this. You’re going to have to keep reminding yourself of that, no matter how tenuous your reality becomes.

A small sound escapes you, as he bends to kiss the small of your back.

“Here’s what we’re going to do, y/n.” His lips stray lower to the globe of your ass, and you quiver in a mixture of anticipation and fear. His thumb rests at the crease where your thigh meets your butt cheek, so close to your center that you could scream. “A bruise for a bruise.”

“Wait—”

His teeth sink into your ass, hard, and you squeal. 

“John!”

He holds you down, sucking mercilessly, leaving what you realize will be the worst hickey in the history of hickeys. It hurts, but a little voice inside your head sings out, it could be so much worse... and as it goes on...his mouth working on your flesh sort of feels good. You force yourself to remain still, gripping the sheets so hard that you feel like they should tear.

When at last he finishes with you, planting the gentlest kiss over the site he just utterly ravaged, you whimper with relief...and want. He continues his soft kisses, feather light, up your spine again, until his body is draped over yours once more, his erection in his pants fitting snugly in the crack of your ass.

Fuck.

You are a quivering mess beneath him, and there is a chaotic knot in your chest made of fear, desire, revulsion, and yearning. You are coiled tight as a spring, and you know, you just know that if he moved to take you like this you would absolutely let him, weeping with relief, even if you would loathe yourself for it later.

He kisses your cheek, ever so sweetly, as though he hadn’t just scared the bejeezus out of you and practically tried to take a bite out of you besides. “That’s my good girl. You took that so well.”

You can hardly believe the intoxicating flood of warmth that fills you at hearing those words. For the umpteenth time you wonder what the fuck is he doing to you?

You feel him start to move off of you, and before you can stop yourself you make a sound of protest, not wanting him to go.

“Shh. I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He claps your behind just enough to make a sound—and a spear of longing to shoot through you.

Before you can complain about your deal of no hitting, he’s gone, leaving you cold and exposed upon the bed, wondering what the fuck just happened.

-By the time he returns you’ve righted yourself again, pulled up your big girl panties and got in a quick, semi-cathartic cry against the pillow that smells so wonderfully of him.

Dog is at John’s heels, and he is ever so happy to scarf down the remains of your sandwich that still littered the floor.

John scoops up the book that nearly took his head off. You can see his left eye is swelling angrily. He should have iced it immediately—but he had other things on his mind.

“Did it have to be War and Peace?” he grumbles with a frown.  

“Seemed fitting.”

He snorts, though the look he pays you isn’t exactly kind. “Remind me to hide Anna Karenina,” he says, but just replaces it on the shelf, not even bothering to take it away from you.

You guess he won't fall for the same trick twice. 

You're right about that.

After he wraps your ankle with ACE bandage and sits for a while with frozen peas on his eye, he installs a camera up in the corner of the room, right where you can see it. 

“This will stay here until you prove to me you can be trusted with privacy.” 

You frown, but say nothing in return.

-Later, you are resting together in bed, almost like a normal couple. At his demand you agreed to snuggle with him, settling in at his side. His arm is around your shoulders, your head on his chest. The scene is almost sweet, but he has the cold pack on his eye again, and you are elevating your ankle on a pillow.

What a pair you make.

He adjusts the compress on his eye, and you are taken aback after he so insisted on punishing you, he seems to find it funny, a huff of laugher escaping him. “Don't tell anyone you got one in on John Wick, they'll want to hire you.”

Though you should be cautious after everything that just happened, this piques your voracious curiosity once more.

“Were you a big deal, in your world? 

“I was...good at my job.”

“How did you get into that?”

He juts his bottom jaw, the way you've noticed he does when he's agitated, or thinking about something he doesn’t like. 

“I never really had a choice,” he answers finally. “I was an orphan, and the people who took me in trained me to be a killer.” 

You blink at that, trying to decide if he's fucking with you or not. 

“That's like, some Agent Salt shit.”

He tilts his head, not following. 

“You know. Like, KGB Russian sleeper agents?”

He snorts. “Sure, I guess. I might have liked KGB training, compared to what we went through.” 

Before you can stop yourself, you reach up to touch his face, stroking his beard with the blade of your thumb. 

Jesus, you should not feel sorry for this man. But Goddammit. Something tells you that he's absolutely telling you the truth. Something about the way he delivers it, and the way he is…it tracks. He’s not trying to sound tough, or brag, or make up a good backstory about his past.

It just…is, and it breaks your heart in two. 

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[yourlocaltreesimp]

Tears: My cold, dark, rotten heart feels no affection for anyone.

Y/N: *sneezes*

Tears: Are you sick? Where's your tunic?

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Yan!Tears headcannons

tw: yandarism, he goes a bit feral, obsession, spoilers for totk, kidnapping

My belief is that Tears joined the chain about midway through his journey. He was freshly abandoned by the princess and now has to defend an entirely new hyrule against entirely new threats. And he began to crack. Not readily noticeable, but certainly enough to wear down his sanity. He was already a little more in the untamed side at the end of his last journey, but he can only spiral further from there. He’s gotten horribly good at keeping up that public mask now people know who he is, good enough to fool those not willing to see the cracks.

This slow decline of his mental health is what made him crack the second he saw you. And that’s not an exaggeration either. He held no regard for the useless fools that surrounded you and cared little for their blades, you’d been returned to him. He could feel your skin against his, breathe you in wholly, sense your heart fluttering, He had you. Finally. He did not care if he needed to claw, kick, bite, rip or tear every single thing and person to keep you.

Once he’s able to barter his way into traveling alongside the chain, i’m sorry. Your fate is sealed. No god nor force of nature could stop him.

As a small side note, the gloom definitely affected him to further along his decent. It ate away at his inherently good qualities until all he’s left with is his base instincts and his desire. Any kind action has its alterier motive, every sweet word laced with his own type of venom. It’s left him so primal and yet so intelligent. He can reason without empathy for those that will be hurt getting in the way. He can swing the sword without caring for the repercussions. He’s the ‘Hero’. Not like anyone’s going to stop him.

Initially, his affection borders on innocent enough. Unhealthily attached? Yeah. Obsessive? Most definitely. But reaching its limit? No, not nearly. It begins slow enough, constantly vying to be by your side. He always has an arm around your waist or an hand entangled in your own, but he’s always near. Always.

It develops quick enough. Threats to those who get a little too close to you, at first as genuine protection, but it becomes his claim. Word spreads quick through the tiny villages that you are not to be preyed on. Not by them at least. He’s allowed to eye your neck, especially considering his endless gifts adorn it. You have everything short of a ring on your finger, he’s saving that until the others can’t interrupt.

He’d scare you into loving him. This world is a very dangerous place, but how convenient his arms are wide open to you. What a coincidence that the horrid world leaves you be when his arm is wrapped around your waist.

But don’t be a fool. Leave and this protection drops immediately. You’ll learn. You’ll learn when the yiga find you or when you stumble into some constructs or a mysterious patch of gloom hands appears.

The more he succumbs to the influence of the malice, the more the gloom eases to its will. The more cooperative he is to loosing himself, the more control he has.

Don’t leave him.

So many have already.

He can’t let you slip away too.

He’d kidnap you. There’s a basement just for you in that custom house of his. Or maybe down a well somewhere… or maybe the gerudo prison if you’re less accommodating to his demands. You’ll stay his. And you’ll learn to like it weather you want to or not.

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[namazunomegami]

emperor!sukuna x imperial concubine!reader

a/n: part 2 of my self-indulging mess. I had a lot of fun writing him and his drabble got finished way before I developed the whole plotline for Geto lol. I'll try to complete Gojo today or tomorrow and Toji is in the works yaaay!!

Also, I'm so surprised my Geto drabble got so many notes in such a short time!! I wouldn't expected people to be remotely interested in my writing but now I'm getting confident.

And finally, I can guarantee that this reader is gender neutral.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated <33

wc: 674, I know, I know, Geto got the princess treatment from me but sometimes less is more <333

cw: historical AU, scheming, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sudden infant death syndrome, betrayal, accusations of abortion, execution, nudity, mentions of poisoning, suggestive

credits: i used a colored manga panel instead of a fanart but I have no idea who did the coloring so feel free to help me credit their work. And again, my precious @notveryrussian did the proofread, luv ya mwah <33

MDNI PLEASE! I'm gonna find you and kick you in the butt if you do. If you’re not comfortable with dark content or anything mentioned in the warnings just scroll, there's nothing wrong with that.

His mandate of heaven is very different from Gojo and Geto. Sukuna is a ruthless tyrant, he enjoys crushing any nation he deems either threatening or undeserving to even exist next to his borders. His palace is a snake pit, full of betrayal and backstabbing. Executions are frequent and he needs no valid reason to sentence someone to death, he enjoys the bloodshed and the sight of lifeless bodies. You can’t survive that place acting kind and humble. Sukuna specifically torments his concubines physically and mentally for the sheer enjoyment of it.

His court is probably the most competitive. You need to be as ruthless as he is, you need to become a schemer. One of his high-ranking consorts takes you under her wing. She lets you spend leisure time with her, and somehow, she ends up telling you way more sensitive information than she should. She once managed to give him a child, but the infant sadly died days after they were born. She complained about how hard that pregnancy was and that she’s afraid of going through it again, even though she’s attached to him. And not long after this conversation, she fell ill. Retching out everything she ate, her stomach burned and ached. She was so weak her cycle was two weeks late. She trusted you enough to have you fetch her a specific herbal tea to ease her pain and grant her some dreamless sleep.

And that’s the moment you decide you’ll use everything you know about her to cast her down and take her place.

You accuse her that she’s pregnant but wants to abort her baby. Your story is so intricately constructed from all the details you knew that his officials are on your side without hesitation. She watches you horrified, desperately telling him that nothing could be so far from the truth. Sukuna decides to believe in your words and orders for the consort to be executed. Finding pure joy in how she wails and begs for forgiveness. At the execution, he studies your face, every little detail and reaction and you were aware of that. It’s time to impress him. Your face is still, you don’t even flinch when her head is severed by the neck. The eunuchs come for you at night.

He loves and loathes this tradition at the same time. The servants want to protect him, so they deliver you stark naked to ensure you won’t carry any weapons. Fools, as if a weak and trembling creature like you could ever hurt him with a mere dagger or a sharpened hairpin. Yet it makes you look like an offering. A sacrificial lamb. Maybe because you are.

Some primal instinct tells you to balance your inner strength and innate fear of him. Pull back your shoulders, straighten your back, don’t even think to conceal your private parts. Let your fingers quiver and the sheer dread in your eyes seep through. He mocks you. Almost laughs at you while sitting comfortably on the intricately carved shelf bed, wearing a loose bright yellow robe, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. There’s no reason for him to not do this though, he’s a god, the son of heaven, therefore, everything about him is perfect.

The first thing he asks you is if you’re satisfied with your pathetic attempt to improve your position. You don’t dare to tell him that you feel the guilt rotting your insides. He confesses that he was poisoning her meals, he wanted to watch her wither away slowly and enjoy her suffering, but you ruined his plans. He might spare you, you’re a stupid little thing, you couldn’t have known. He warns you that you need to do so much more if you want to be on his good side. You need to be absolutely despicable to earn his praise. Though you feel content having reached your goal and getting to spend a night with him, somewhere deep down you hope you can leave his chamber in one piece or, at least, alive.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #meesa writes

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

hey hey how are you… little idea that i’ve had,,

my mind is plagued with a feral reader fighting for their life when they’re position gets compromised with ghost, like teeth bared animal style straight up tearing out throats.. i have a disease. this probably isn’t enough info 😭

hope you’re doing well!! :)

I’m alright tired as shit but what can you do.

I think about this a lot too tho, there's something so primal about it.

You were trained to handle any situation that arose on or off the field. It was your job to be prepared for whatever happened

You knew how hand to hand combat, you knew how to make weapons out of things that normally weren’t weapons and you could even disarm anyone if you needed to

You were also a very determined fighter. Sometimes you adrenaline would just kick you into overdrive and you wouldn't stop unless someone pull you off or finally crashed

You always had a weapon on you during mission in case of emergencies because you've heard the horror stories from others when they lost their only weapon and you weren't about to have that happen to you

Unfortunately, not everything can go the way you want it to

You were on over watch on the current mission, making sure that the perimeter was free of any enemies when you managed to spot three of them moving towards your position

"About to have company, will most likely get spotted if I move." You whispered into the coms after you cursed.

"Get out of there." Ghost demanded.

"You want me to get shot quicker?"

"Stay hidden, I'll be there soon."

Normally if you knew he was coming to help, you'd feel better but you weren't sure how fast he could get there while the enemies were making their way to you quickly

After that it was a blur

They spotted you and you managed to kill one of them before they knocked the gun and the other weapons out of your reach.

Your adrenaline was running and with no other options, you just started swinging

You used your nails to dig into their skin, drawing blood wherever you could while fighting them off, determined to stay alive

You were working on pure instinct and you looked like a wild animal as you fought them

You managed to knock one down away from you, but the other grabbed you from behind and tried to choke you out

You did the only thing you could do and bit him on the arm so hard you tasted blood

You knocked him off, scratching and beating him up they both were shot down

Ghost stood there with his gun aimed until he realize it was you

He took you in as you watched you slowly come down from your adrenaline and watched you spit out the blood from the man

"Alright?"

"Yeah...I'm good."

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x you #simon riley x you

[thesharktanksdriver]

Ragnarok with a Kobeni-like contestant (platonic)

Warning: mention of terrible parents, mention of sex work, spoilers for the show and Spoiler: for Kobeni backstory

It’s safe to say that out of all of the contestants of ragnarok you are definitely the one out

Partially because you weren’t brought back to life

Instead you were just asked by Brunhilde to join her cause

And you hesitantly accepted to join

Now along with that your also meek like really meek compared to everyone else

Hell when the Valkyrie brought you to meet the others you were shaking

It’s definitely a bit departure from what everyone assumed to be the deadliest assassin humanity has seen yet

But the greatest warriors know not to judge a foe by their appearance

And you certainly are the epitome of that gesture

Because beneath your crying and shaking face lies someone capable of taking down entire rooms filled with men twice your size without much effort

A truly fierce some foe that is befit to challenge a god

But not even you can recognize your own talent despite how others try to convince you so

“My names y/n l/n. I’m 20 years old… the job I do is… a secret. My hobby is eating tasty stuff”

Adam is the first to approach you of the bunch mostly because of his fatherly instincts kicking in

I mean here you are

This small scared young kid who is shaking like a leaf

Surrounded In a room with bulky powerful historical figures

From that moment on he kinda just stays by your side doing his best to support you

He sees within you a deep power

Something that most would flaunt around yet you don’t even recognize

You constantly talk down to yourself and your achievements which makes the progenitor of man upset

It’s obvious this lack of confidence is basically woven into you

And he’s unsure if it’s just in your nature or someone else is the cause of it

Either way Adam makes it a goal of his to help you

For you are one of his children and he’d be damned if he didn’t help

That’s why he introduces you to the rest of his family

Warning them beforehand that you need a confidence boost desperately

And so they do just that

Adam and Eve become the parents you never had

They are kind and supportive along with patient with you

They wipe away your tears every Time you cry from having such a good meal or thank them

Eve makes you little lunches that have small notes of encouragement to make you smile

Cain and Abel are the brothers you wish you had

There are no hurtful words of calling you useless or saying your only good for making money

The two instead playfully talk about how your the most precious person they’ve met

Even though you have your own room/living area in the arena you end up staying at theirs a lot

Unlike your room theirs is filled with laughter and warmth

The only place you truly felt the sense of “home” in a place

It’s a slow process but you begin to sometime slip up and mention your parent’s treatment of you

How they view you as worthless compared to your brother

How your the figurative work mule for his dreams and being forced to sacrifice your own

It doesn’t exactly surprise them but it certainly makes Adam and his family even more determined to make you feel at home with them

You better hope your parents aren’t attending the event cause mama Eve and papa Adam are gone be giving them the ultimate side eye

Plus a good talking too if they dare even approach you

Meanwhile Cain and Abel are distracting you by getting some of the other human fighters to join their argument of why your the most wholesome person

Adam also definitely takes to training with you

Partially because he’s worried of how you’ll fair against a god

But like many others is pleasantly surprised by your skill

In battle it’s seems as if a switch flips in your mind

You go from scared to dead serious

It reminds him of animals in the wild

The primal urge of survival setting in as you spar with Bü Lu

Your quick in both reaction time and in speed

Because of your smaller stature it makes you harder to hit compared to the rather bulky build of many others

Not to mention that because of your nature and appearance you have the upper hand of being underestimated by almost everyone

Which is seemingly one of your best qualities since it leads to your opponents being cocky and thinking they could easy kill you

Before you did it before they could even strike

During these sparring matches he takes a lot of your qualities and makes note of them for his own future battle

Yet when he tells you this you dismiss your talents yet again

But with your shy smile he can at least tell some of his words had affected you

At some point you began calling him dad and all he does is smile before ruffling your hair

Eve now Always prepares an extra plate of food just for you

And his sons make sure to make an extra comfy place for you to sleep

Qin Shi Huang is another who seemingly takes to you as a mentor figure

You remind him of himself as a child

Someone forced through brutally and made to bare it

He first hand knows what that can do to someone and your a prime example of that

In his life he at least had Chun Yan who had lifted him up

Taught him not to just grin and bare the insults and cruelty that was always presented to him

But it seems to him you had no one but yourself

And eventually it wore you down

Or perhaps you just accepted it from the start

So much like Adam the former Emperor of China begins trying to help you as best he can

Firstly by telling you to see the value in yourself

Which he does by literally ordering you as emperor to do so (lol)

Every day he makes you acknowledge that you are smart

That you’ve been chosen for a reason and not to diminish yourself

He also goes with you when your shopping around the arena so you don’t have to worry about money

Which you do a lot

Yeah the moment he sees you contemplating whether to buy something or something else cause of your budget he’s just straight up buying an entire store

You try to tell him not too but he does so anyways

Telling you to accept what he and others give to you

Including their help

Whenever your not having dinner with Adam’s family he invites you to dine with him

His room is filled with antiquities of his time

Fine silks and giant a giant feast that you give into eating

Along with that he also gives you nicknames

Stuff that have a meaning behind them in his tongue of ancient Chinese

All of which link back to you in battle

Training with you is certainly a fun challenge especially as he sees you go from one side of a scale personality wise to another

It fills him with pride as your able to take down foes bigger than you with ease

It’s like watching a rabbit game down a wolf or bear

You don’t expect it but once you see it happens it changes your view of predator and prey

It goes to show that anyone can be a threat if pushed far enough

How the tiniest nation can rise and defeat those who stood might and strong for centuries just because they were smarter

After these training session and battles he always pats you on the back and patches up your minimal wounds

He often jokes that you’d make a great kings guard for him if your up for it

You always bashfully say you couldn’t possibly do that

But he always reminds you that an emperor such as himself doesn’t offer such an opportunity to someone they didn’t think deserved it

You don’t even notice it but his and everyone else’s efforts slowly begin to help you build up your self esteem

It’s a slow process

But one that begins to show results over time

Results that make him happy as you now don’t seem to shake or flinch whenever someone looks at you

Back in his childhood he couldn’t help himself as he does now

So he knows you need that push to begin seeing yourself as worthy of having good happen to you

To know you are valued

That you are seen as a good friend

Another of the human fighters you get along well with is Kojiro

The so called biggest loser in history

It’s kinda funny since your brother used to compare you to him

Saying how you were him reborn or something along those lines

It’s disheartening to him of how you look down on yourself

Your such a talented young mind yet the thing that seems to be holding you back is yourself

You are your worse enemy from him others words had ingrained themselves into you so deeply

Unlike the others who work to make you more confident Kojiro focuses on just making you happy and content

He always greets you with a kind smile

Or invites you to sit down for some lunch and tea

He is a calming presence

Like a nice autumn day or a summer breeze

One that eases your nervousness as the older man acts as a rock you can lean to other than Adam

When things get intense you sometimes lean instinctively behind him which makes him laugh

Despite being history’s “biggest loser” he’s surprisingly ok with people calling him that

He takes it almost as a badge or pride or a joke

It’s confusing to you but you don’t question it

Just assuming the older man has thicker skin than you

Training with him is especially interesting considering he’s one of the few who can properly defend against your approach of quick and swift attacks

He makes for a fun challenge and never calls you names

In fact he actually compliments your fighting and admits that your a fearsome foe

There may or may not have been a few times where you called him grandpa without knowing and he couldn’t help but smile

Jack the Ripper is one who seeks you out on his own

You have the constant colour of fear dying you

Almost as if it was the only thing you could feel

It intrigues him

So he sets out to figure out why you constantly feel that way and

Oh-

Yeah he kinda quickly realizes you must’ve had a fucked home life

Takes one to know one as he and Qin Shi quickly realized

He is an English gentleman through and through so he takes to interacting with you as if your porcelain

Your fragile maybe not physically since your fighting against the gods but mentally you are

And despite how fear usually makes him excited it worries him when it comes to you

Especially as he begins to gain a soft spot for your shy and meek self

Despite knowing the atrocities he’s claimed to commit (even if he isn’t the real Jack the Ripper) you cling to him

See him as a protector of sorts

Hiding behind him and his jacket

Or tugging at his sleeve to indicate you feel to nervous to interact with a bunch of people

It’s sweet

And now you have a literal serial killer as a friend

Your emotional support who’s a serial killer

Though to be fair you also had down your fair share of killing due to your job

Other than Adam he’s the only one you tell your actual profession of being an Assassin

He is definitely kinda surprised but doesn’t know what else he was expecting

Considering he’s seen your fighting

Jack is sympathetic to you when you sometimes slip up and mention how bad your parents are

How they don’t care for you and neither does your brother who they love more

It reminds him of his mom but at least at some point she pretended to love him

You never even had that

Because of his ability to basically see people’s emotions he ends up knowing when he needs to help calm you down

And he also tells the others when their getting a bit much for you to Handle

When it does get too much he brings you to his room

Victorian decor filling it as he pours you a cup of tea

He talks about Shakespeare and recites the stories to calm you down

So you can focus on that instead of the world

It works pretty well especially since his accent is soothing

Your parents best watch out especially as unlike Adam and Eve he wont hesitate to actually harm them

Plus all the other human fighters would probably cover for him lol

Surprisingly enough Göll the Valkyrie ends up becoming friends with you quite easily due to your similar meek nature to her own

Brunhilde is the one who suggests for her younger sister to meet you and it goes really well!

Göll is a kind soul

One that is gentle and good spirited just as yourself if you weren’t thrusted into such a cruel situation

It makes you happy though that she’s not like you

That people care enough for her not to be hurt constantly by words and being thrown into battle

She often finds herself eating with you during lunch with a few other fighters

It’s through you she actually begins to get to know them better

Most of them she had found herself too intimidated to speak to but with you she sees that they aren’t as bad as they initially appear

It’s also through you she sees a different version of herself

One that didn’t have her kind but stern sisters

Someone who the world gave up on

And seeing that makes her both grateful and worried for your sake

You are kind and caring yet you don’t think of yourself as anything other than a burden

It makes her happy though that the others are trying to help you

It goes to show to her that some of the scariest people in history can still do some semblance of good

That despite it all humanity is worth it

It kinda opens her eyes as to why her elder sister is fighting so hard to win

Cause humanity might be full of bad but there’s also good to balance it out

And it’s perhaps because of this that she volunteered herself to be your weapon in your battle

The night before the first round starts everyone decides to have a night of partying

It’s the first ever thing you’d been invited to so you decides to dress nice (or we’ll as nice as you could with the limited hand-me-down’s given to you by your older sibling)

When you arrive everyone is surprised to see you actually smiling shyly

Adam Welcomes you to the Table where everyone is sitting before Qin Shi wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you to sit near him

Kojiro sits beside Soji and Raiden whom all had begun drinking Sake in some sort of competition

Jack sits on the other side of you and gives a polite smile that you mimic back

He drinks tea unlike the others who enjoy the burning taste of alcohol

Tesla is seemingly talking to Nostradamus about some invention

Simo is feeding his dog some treats as Sakata pets said dog

Lü Bu and Leonidas recounts war stories

Rasputin is already passed out after drinking

The entire mood is cheery

Laughter fills the air as music plays from a record player that Tesla had modified

Eventually Qin Shi is somehow able to get you to relax enough to have a drink

Your definitely a lightweight so as you drink very aged alcohol you end up very drunk very fast

Adam had to cut you off as he saw how you could barely stop

You drunkenly complain since you enjoy the frothing beer that leaves a small bubbling moustache on you that makes Lü Bu comment that you now look manly

It’s also there that in your drunken stupor that you talk about how you ended up as an assassin in the first place

“I was forced into it… my parents only care about my gifted brother… they want to put him through collage, so they put me to work… my options were to become a sex worker or an assassin. I wanted to go to collage too!!! But I’m gonna die here!!, and what’s worse is that this has been the best time of my life but I know I’m gonna die”

At this everyone goes quiet as your drunken giggles mix with a few sobs

the tragedy of your life is now revealed

A tragic symphony now complete from the bits and pieces that had slipped out earlier

There’s a shared sentiment of sympathy from the other fighters for you

The fact that someone could do that to their own child

That they valued one over the other

It’s a moment that they all will forever remember especially as you laugh at your own pain

Your own anguish as if it were a joke

Cause in reality you were just a joke to your parents

To your brother whom you had to give everything to

But with that now shared it also brings up why you joined this cause in the first place

So Nicola is the one to ask why

“I joined cause… if I spent my entire life working for them just for the humanity to be killed then what did I work for?. I would’ve spent my entire life for nothing… and at least fighting for humanity for a chance means I did something, that I tried to save people, that I tried to save my own future if I somehow get out of this…That for once I fought for myself”

During the actual competition you end up watching in the stands with the other fighters

You get front row seats and luckily with comes you being able to yell out encouragement with the others

In between rounds there’s a few days of preparation so you get to training with the others usually

For round one you end up sitting Bessie Lü Bu’s lieutenant Cheng and the rest of his soldiers whom you’d gotten to know at this point

And with that come the unfortunate consequence of the first round

It’s hard watching someone you got close to die

seeing how the general went out with a smile you can’t say he died in vain

But seeing his men valiantly follow him in death is also something that hits you hard

Like really hard

Sure you had only known them for about a month but in that short time you had finally found people you considered your friends

And that in turn scares you for everyone else’s fates

Especially since you know Adam is next

So you train with him perilously

And when the time comes for his battle you have him copy your abilities as an extra slide of hand

You watch anxiously beside Cain and Abel as they both wrap an arm around you for your comfort

Eve occasionally checks to see if your ok which makes you give a nervous smile

It’s obvious you aren’t but you say you alright anyways

The battle comes to a close

Adam left almost for dead with Zeus as the victor

Adam is taken to extensive care and your left spiralling as the others try to console you that it would be alright

That he wasn’t dead but healing

That humanity wasn’t doomed just yet

Göll has the same mindset as you but tries to keep you positive which you appreciate

And then comes Kojiro vs Poseidon

At this point you were terrified for Kojiro but cheered for him nether the less despite how now one did at first

And as the battle progressed you did your hardest to make sure he heard your encouragement

If there was a god you could pray to you probably would’ve lol

You were definitely happy not to be up against Poseidon especially with his cutting remarks

And then despite the impossible Kojiro wins

And you and the crowd goes wild

When he’s brought to the intermarry where Adam still rests you give the older man a big hug

And spend your free time not training with him

But time goes quick and a week passes within the blink of an eye

Your round is up next and it’s not only your life on the line but also your dear friend Göll

You know you can’t lose

“There’s no such thing as a life free of bad things… except in your dreams. But today I gotta make a good thing happen no matter what ”

For your round you go up against Heracles

Someone who you had actually met prior to the match

He had found you scared in a crowd and being pushed around

You just took it

Not fighting back at all

And it didn’t feel right to him so he stepped in and helped you

He saw a lot of himself in you and you remain him of his old friend

So when he sees he’s up against you it feels wrong to him

You look so frightened

So fucking terrified

Even the gods are wondering why they sent you out against him

It feels as if sending out a pawn to die

A sacrificial lamb to the slaughter

What could a scared child do against the Heracles

Some wouldn’t admit it but their disdain for humanity grew for the fact this seemed cruel

Almost immediately he asks you to stand down

To give up

But despite how much you shake you don’t back down

Telling him that you agreed to fight

That you had to fight for humanity’s sake

And when the horn is blown the fight begins in a replica city of modern times

Glass skyscrapers that touch the sky

Empty streets with a few cars placed in a few places

As the god ready’s himself he sees you get into position

The tears nod drained away as a serious expression replaces it

“G-Göll says you mean a lot to her and I don’t think your a bad person…I don’t have to kill you to win, all I have to do is get you to tap out or where you can’t fight me anymore”

His eyes widen slightly

And then he nods

“Same goes to you then”

It begins

It’s immediate that one advantage you have over him is speed and agility

He is bulky and much slower compared to you but makes up for that in power an defence

You attack carefully

Quick and swift cuts of your blade as Göll encouraged you in your mind

The environment of alleyways and the cover of cars

Distantly you think of the other fighters

Of the injured Adam and his family

Of Qin Shin

Of everyone depending on you to win

Of your future beyond this

The future you want instead of slaving away and the killing you do for your ungrateful brother

In that moment as you dodge one of his attacks you promise yourself that you’d go to collage

That for the first time in your life after coming here you’d live truly

You get more focused

More precise in where to hit him as to wear him down

Attack after attack

Blow after blow

No matter how many times he almost hit you

Or you got scraped by an attack you just keep pushing

Cause it’s not just humanity’s life on the line

It’s Göll’s

It’s your own

And then after what feels like hours you do it

You get that final hit to bring down the metaphorical to crumble castle down

He crashes into the asphalt

It crumbles it bits around him and you watch anxious as he tries to get up but can’t

And for the first time since it started it feels as if you could finally breath

He didn’t die like you said and you win by wounding him enough to the point he can’t fight anymore

You forgot he swore to do the Sam etching for you

And you expect him to be mad at you

To yell

To curse you

To promise to strike you down once this is all over

And yet despite loosing he laughs

One that is just full of pure joy instead of malice and disdain like your used to

You sniffle and crack your eyes open to see him moon up at you with pure amazement

“And so the 4th round of Ragnarok goes to the humans!. Y/n had injured Heracles to the point of not being able to fight anymore!”

It feel surreal as those words ring out in the stadium

People are cheering for you

You

The person who was told their entire life that they were nothing but a waste of space

Just a tool to get the more worthy child into collage as you wasted away

Tears bubble up in your eyes that quickly spill over the edge

You bow, thanking the crowd before turning to the injured god and helping him up

As you help him up he smiles

Grabbing your hand and lifting up up to the air as a sign of your victory

And for the first time in your life you feel yourself cry from happiness

To smile so brightly that it could rival the sun

That it hurt your cheeks from it being so wide

Or that you actually feel accomplished for once

“I won…I won!.”

“You did. That was a good fight, thank you. What are you gonna do after this?”

“I’m…I’m gonna go to collage like I always wanted. I’m gonna start living for myself and not for my parents. You hear that!, I’m not sending money to you anymore it’s my life now!”

#ror x reader #platonic #records of ragnarok x reader #ror adam x reader #ror qin shi huang x reader #ror Kojiro x reader #ror Heracles x reader #ror jack the ripper x reader

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Can we please get dani getting railed from behind by feral lycan! Reader? Also, how’s your week been?

18+ Minors DNI

*Ahem* So… I might’ve gotten a little carried away. This work is different from most of my other stuff in the fact that Y/N’s genitals are mentioned and they have a penis. However, their gender is never mentioned. I went with a mating/heat cycle type of vibe… And I couldn’t resist throwing in some breeding kink because I’m a degenerate. I hope you like this! If this isn’t your jam no worries. It’s not for everyone, and I wanted you to be aware of what’s in store. Also, my week’s been okay, I hope you’re doing well. Let’s get into it!

You’ve just finished a hunt and something has you… Quite riled up. It feels like every nerve ending in your body is on fire. Maybe it’s the chill in the air signaling the changing season? It could be all of the success you’ve had on your hunt tonight, but… You can’t quite place this jittery feeling.

That is until you look off into the distance and spot the foggy outline of castle Dimitrescu.

Oh, fuck. That’s exactly what it is.

Dani’s back at the castle and… You need your girlfriend. She’s probably lying down on her bed right now, draped in that silky nightgown she loves that covers very little. All alone. Is she thinking about you? Longing for you to touch her and take care of her needs?

You simply have to have Dani. Now.

Your mouth waters as you think of the gorgeous redhead. You two haven’t been dating for very long, but you are both already head over heels in love. You’ve recently claimed her as your mate and you couldn’t be happier. She’s so sensual and always lets you have your way with her. You can’t get the primal desire to just shamelessly rail into her out of your head. Your mind slowly devolves as lust overtakes every thought.

You let out a harsh howl, signaling to all who can hear you to stay the hell out of your way. It’s a blood-curdling sound that echoes behind you as you make your way back to the castle.

With the way you feel right now, you could easily knock entire castle walls down and rip doors right off their hinges just to get to Dani as quickly as possible. But, Alcina would certainly bitch you out immediately. It would suck to get scolded by your girlfriend’s mom while you’re dealing with a raging boner. You’ll have to try to keep some semblance of sanity as you head back.

You decide to focus on the sound of crunching leaves as you run to ground you. It’s actually helping a lot. Perfect.

Okay, you’re at the perimeter of the castle now. You just need to keep-

Wait… You stop dead in your tracks and sniff the air carefully. What was that absolutely… Delicious smell that graced your nose just now. You’ve never smelled anything this intoxicating and yet… It’s still familiar somehow.

Wait, could it be… Dani? It actually smells like her, it’s just… Very sweet and… Strong.

It’s almost as if she’s in… Heat.

Your eyes darken immediately. Oh. Maybe that’s what’s going on with you? Her heat must have stirred up your rut. But, you… Didn’t realize she had a mating cycle. You kind of thought that was just a lycan thing… You feel kind of stupid.

But, either way, you don’t fucking care right now.

You shake your head and follow the yummy scent. You tear up the stairs as fast as you can and when you open Dani’s bedroom door… The image that awaits you will forever be burned into your brain.

Dani’s voluptuous form is writhing erotically on her bed. Completely naked. Two fingers pumping furiously in and out of her pussy.

You begin to drool and make your way over to the bed. “Oh, hi there, pretty girl,” You husk and kiss your way down her neck. “Did you miss me?” You ask, gently taking her face and staring into her gorgeous golden eyes.

Dani mewls at you. “Y-Y/N, baby, I… N-need you! Now! Please!” She whines.

You smile. “I need you too, babe,” You say. Your instincts kick in and you hurriedly begin eating her out. You can hardly control yourself. Your licks are hard and long. Her arousal tastes so good and your eyes roll back as you bask in her presence.

It doesn’t take long for Dani to come, however, it does catch her by surprise. She suddenly shrieks in pleasure as her body responds to your ministrations. Her breathing is ragged as she shakily recovers from one of the most intense orgasms she’s ever had. Silent, but euphoric, tears make their way down her cheeks as she processes what just happened. Look what you do to her without even trying…

“Hey, hey, that was great, Dani. You did so good,” You praise her and place a kiss to her temple, hoping that was able to quell some of the pure lust she was almost immobilized by. “I hope that helped a little,” You smile.

Dani knows how sweet you are. She can see how mind-numbingly horny you are, but all you want to do is take care of her. She feels incredibly lucky to have you, and… She thinks you deserve a reward for being so good to her. She recovers a bit before she looks at you and pulls your face to hers. “Show me what you can really do, lover,” She purrs. She places a searing kiss to your lips and you damn near shove your tongue down her throat.

When you two finally part, you smirk at her and teasingly lower your hand to her glistening sex.

Dani gasps playfully before shaking a finger at you. “Ah, ah, ah, Y/N. I think tonight calls for something a little more special. Don’t you, baby?” She asks.

You quirk an eyebrow at her in confusion, but before you can say anything, Dani leans forward and cups the growing bulge in your pants.

You gasp in pleasure at the warmth of Dani’s hand on your throbbing balls.

“Why don’t I put you to really good use tonight, baby?” Dani giggles coquettishly.

“W-what do you mean, babe?” You ask, trying not to let your eyes roll back into your head as she gently strokes your dick.

Dani looks away for a moment, biting her lip, before her eyes meet yours again. She finally whispers something sinful in your ear. “I want you fuck me. Hard. I… Want this cock inside of me,” She says, tightening her hold on your genitals.

You groan in painful pleasure at her actions.

Wow. This is the first time Dani’s asked you to… Well, fuck her like this. She’s always just wanted you to use your hands or mouth. Then she returns the favor and gives you a handjob or a blowjob. But, she’s… Trusting you with a rather big step up in your sexual intimacy. It means the world that she feels comfortable enough with you to let you do this.

You grin. “I’ve got you, Dani,” You promise.

Dani unconsciously licks her lips as you slowly slide your pants off. Your cock unfurls, hard, throbbing, and ready to satisfy her.

As you lean over her, she begins ripping your shirt off. She needs to see all of you in action.

You gently line yourself up with Dani’s wet and needy entrance. “Are you ready, Dani?” You ask.

Dani bites her lip and throws her head back onto the pillows. “Yes, baby! Fuck me, please!” She begs.

How can you resist that?

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You rail into Dani relentlessly. Your pace is brutal and only getting faster.

Dani bites her bottom lip and moans in pleasure. After a few moments, she’s about to come again. But this time… She’s feeling a new craving that overtakes her every thought. She’s never shared this deep desire with you, but she would so desperately love to have a baby with you. She’s been too shy to bring it up. But, something about the way her heat is burning through her body right now is making her feel brave. She hopes you won’t be opposed to the idea. “Y/N… Please, baby. I want you to fill me up,” She whispers deliciously.

Your eyes go wide at her words. She wants you to… Come inside? You aren’t wearing any protection… “Uhh… Are you sure, Dani? You’ll probably-”

“Get pregnant? Knocked up? Yes… I want you to put a baby in me, Y/N,” She says breathlessly. “Please, Y/N. I want to have your baby. I’ll be such a good mommy to them, I promise,” She pleads, almost in tears from how much she wants this.

Your mouth goes dry at Dani’s heartfelt request. Whoa… Where did this come from? You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want kids with Dani, but she has never said anything about starting a family before. “Are… You sure?” You ask, now wanting her to say yes more than anything. All you can think about at the moment is knocking her up. It makes your lycan instincts go utterly feral.

“Please, baby. Please…” Dani chants. “I want this.”

You can’t say no to her. “Alright, Dani. I’ll… Do my best,” You grunt, picking up your pace.

Dani’s breasts bounce rhythmically as you pound into her. She suddenly lets out a loud gasp and climaxes hard at your actions, once again surprised by how quickly you brought her to orgasm.

You can’t hold on any longer as you feel her walls squeezing your shaft. You explode right into her fertile and waiting womb, painting her insides white. You take a minute to catch your breath, feeling completely satisfied.

You try to pull out, but Dani holds your hips in place. “No… Stay inside. I want you inside of me,” She begs.

You smile at her adorable eyes as they look up at you. “Okay,” You say quietly and lean down to kiss her.

Dani positions you better on top of her and guides your head to rest on her chest. She begins running her hands through your hair, humming softly. “You did so good, baby. Thank you,” She praises.

You bury your face into her front, smiling bashfully. “Um… How long… Have you wanted to have a baby?” You ask, addressing the elephant in the room.

Dani smiles and giggles. “I’ve always wanted to be a mommy, Y/N,” She says.

You look up at her in shock. “Really?”

Dani nods and kisses you. “I was so happy when I found you, Y/N,” She says and strokes your cheek with her soft fingers. “I love being able to give all of myself to you, Y/N. You and I are soulmates. I want us to have our own baby to share that love with,” She tells you.

You’re touched by her words. “You’d be such a great mommy, Dani,” You tell her. “I wouldn’t mind a little one running around,” You chuckle.

Dani beams at you, feeling totally understood. She is completely at peace… Well, until she remembers that you’re still inside of her… And that insatiable hunger for you suddenly ignites again. She grips your arms tightly. “Y/N…” She whines lusciously.

You look at her with a smirk. Oh, yeah. It’s gonna be a long night… You’re not complaining.

Note: Yeah… I’m gross. Sorry >:)

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[lollytea]

hunter baby fever haver so true. guy who is mentally furnishing a nursery before even having his own place. baby name book addict. hes comparing & crossreferencing BI & earth names as soon as children start to be a possibility

Fr I don't think he even particularly cared about kids at all until a certain point. Like his lukewarm reaction to little Philip in Hollow Mind, before he actually realized who he was? He was all like "Hm. Yes. That certainly is. A Child."

But then he starts his apprenticeship under Dell and suddenly he's exposed to kids every day. And he's put into situations where he needs to talk to them and understand them because it helps with the palisman carving process. And he was pretty awkward at first cuz he has barely had any interaction with children before this (King was the only child he knew, who happens to be very mature for his age) and kids are weird and bizarre and unpredictable and Hunter is a little out of his depth. But he gradually get accustomed to it and even warms up to being around them, even finding them endearing. So at that point he's like "Hmmm....maybe....maybe I'd like kids one day. Maybe....."

But then, but then, but THEN!!! But then he's at work one day and somebody lets him hold their baby and its all fucking over for him. It awakens the beast. He's not normal anymore. How can he possibly be normal??? How??? How can he continue to exist and live an indifferent life when babies are so fucking SMALL?????? WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! And then it just gets worse and worse and worse over time. He gets more and more comfortable with kids. He holds more babies. Now he's just insane about it.

And the thing is. Hunter knows he and Willow are too young for a baby. He knows neither are emotionally mature enough. He knows they still have so much growing up to do. He KNOWS okay he knows. So he's not begging for a baby. He has no intention of trying to have a baby right now. But that doesn't stop him from being in AGONY over the fact that it's gonna be several years before he can have a baby. His primal instincts are like. WANNA HOLD BABY!!! WANNA SQUISH BABY!!!! WANNA SMOOCH BABY!!!!!

Man is sighing wistfully over little baby clothes at the market and Willow's kicking herself for leaving him unattended cuz now he's gonna be in one of those moods tonight where he's whispering potential baby names in her ear when they're cuddling and she's had ENOUGH of it. She already wakes up every morning to twelve video links from Hunter of toddlers eating lemons and making funny faces or some shit because its usually in the middle of the night when his fever is the most potent.

Willow wants kids one day too. But she's also in very deep in her Flyer Derby thing. So while Hunter's idea of having children is the aftermath, Willow's mind immediately goes to the pregnancy part. And like. She has no intention of taking a pause from her athlete life yet. She's thriving.

Tho in fairness she does think it's kinda funny just how much of a menace Hunter is over this. He's just. Listen. If Hunter was never supposed to be a father, fate wouldn't land him with so many hobbies that could be utilized for future fatherhood.

An avid bookworm with an insanitable curiosity? He's 19 years old and reading parenting books for fun.

A tailor? He can sew, knit and embroider. He can MAKE little baby hats and mittens and booties and blankets. He'd probably be so excited to do so actually.

Woodcarver? He can build little wooden baby toys. He can make a mobile with little dangling palismen. He can build the goddamn crib itself and carve patterns into it of all of his and Willow's favourite flowers.

Like. He's spent a decade preparing. He's gonna be so ready when the time comes. But also you know that when the time DOES finally come and Willow tells him the exciting news, Hunter's euphoric celebration lasts for a total of four and a half minutes before he's like "Oh Titan....oh Titan, Willow, what if I'm a horrible father?"

He's a mess of a man.

[kabie-whump]

CYOA Whump Part 13

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You chose: Confront him. I was going to eat that.

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You're on your feet in an instant. "Hey! That's mine."

The man stops, his smile falling as he turns around to face you.

Behind you Onthyes gives a light tug on your chain. "Ventis, don't-"

You ignore him. You worked hard to earn that food and you're not going to let some asshole take it from you just because he's twice your size and armed and not chained up.

"What was that?" The man asks, his voice low. He drops your food on the ground and stalks over to you, grabbing hold of the chain that trails from your bound wrists and yanking you closer until you're nose to nose. "Did you say something, pretty boy?"

His breath is hot in your face. A glance at his bared, crooked teeth reveals haphazardly sharpened fangs. You can't help but scoff. Your own fangs are pure genetics, but not everyone can be as blessed as you are.

You do your best to look brave, glaring up at him even as you realize that you may have seriously fucked up. "I was eating that," you say. You carefully and slowly annunciate each word, like you're not sure he'll understand otherwise. "Get. Your. Own."

Your head whips to the side and you fall against the pile of crates you had been sitting on before you can even process what's happening. You blink slowly, squinting up at a spiraling image of the man standing over you and pulling his leg back-

His boot slams into your ribs hard and your pained cry quickly breaks off into rough coughing. He kicks you again, and again, and again wile you try and curl into yourself protectively. You can hear Onthyes yelling something but it's lost under the persistant ringing in your ears.

It takes you a moment to realize that it's stopped. Hands grab you under your armpits, lifting you to your feet. The man's form is blurry as he walks away. You shove away whoever is holding you and take a few stumbling steps forward, an involuntary growl bubbling up from your chest. It's not always easy to suppress your draconic instincts, but right now you don't really want to anyway. He's not winning this. You won't let him.

With your hands bound you can't use most of your spells, but the nice things about getting your magic from a dragon ancestor is that your breath is fair game for conducting your powers. You inhale deeply. Lightning crackles along your body and gathers in your lungs.

Just as you go to unleash a blast of electricity from your lungs to disintegrate this fucker, something clamps over your mouth and locks behind your head. Your teeth dig into bitter tasting rubber that covers your mouth fully. The lightning rebounds back into your lungs and you let out a muffled scream, your knees buckling as painful coughs wrack your body.

Strong arms are wrapped around your chest, holding you up as you threaten to crumble to the ground. It's Onthyes, you realize. He's muttering something into your ear - "I'm sorry. I really didn't want to do that. Please stop fighting you're just going to make it worse."

You slump into his arms, exhausted and in pain. He muzzled you. You can't believe he fucking muzzled you. Where did he even get this thing?

"What the fuck is goin on here?" Tinny pushes through the crowed that had gathered while that pirate was beating you. She grabs the man by the collar, and it's almost funny how he suddenly looks so small. "What didya do this time, Rye?"

"The prisoner started it!" Rye stammers. "I was teaching it a little lesson, and it tried to kill me!"

Tinny looks over at you, now muzzled and being held back by Onthyes. She rolls her eyes then turns her attention back to the crowd. "All of you, no beatin on the prisoner! Don't make me say it again! Now fuck off. Fun's over."

She lets Rye go and the pirates disperse.

Then Tinny is standing over you and you can't help but shrink back, a primal sort of growl rumbling in your throat. "Don't pull that shit again, kid," she says in a low voice. "I don't care what my crew does to ya. Save that freaky magic for when the captain needs ya using it. Got it?"

"Rye took his food and beat him up," Onthyes defends. "You can't blame him-"

"Rye's a sadistic piece of shit and I hate him as much as you do, but Ventis is still a prisoner. He doesn't deserve to defend himself. If you really don't wanna see him gettin hurt you gotta defend him yourself, got it?"

Onthyes nods, looking a little unsure. "I'll do my best."

"Good. Now I don't wanna hear any more trouble from you two tonight. Captain and I got big plans brewin. We'll need you alert and ready to perform tomorrow, freak."

You nod and Tinny walks away. Onthyes and his friends generously give you portions of their food, since yours has been seized by rats already. You get the sense you've earned their respect, but you've made a powerful enemy out of rye.

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[nakunakunomi]

🕱 Lovebites Masterlist 🕱 this is a VAMPIRE AU event 🕱 ☽☽ Character: Zoro (One Piece) x Gn Reader ☾☾ ✩ Requested by: @bas-writes ✩ [Humor, slight hurt/comfort]✩ warnings: usual vampire warnings, potential heartbreak, hopeful end ✩

Zoro was different from all the partners you had before. As a vampire, you had gone through your fair share of partners. When you have a life as long as yours, a little companionship was something you needed to break through the monotony of life. You’d date them a few years, as long as they didn’t get any suspicions about your true nature or the fact that you don’t age. 

Zoro was different, in the way that he didn’t fawn over you the way your previous partners did. It was a welcome change honestly, being a vampire came with oozing a certain charisma, a biological mechanism to make it easier to find victims. Most of your previous partners had been attracted by said charisma, but Zoro was different. 

He stumbled into your life of sorts, quite literally, as the two of you met when he bumped into you, trying to read a map. You had pointed him in the right direction -he needed to be on the other side of the city- and he had promptly walked the opposite direction of where you had pointed him. Amused by his antics, and having nothing better to do, you accompanied him to his destination. 

He was quiet, but not bad company. He was insanely stubborn in insisting he was walking the right direction which had made you laugh. And the way he got flustered and annoyed at your laughs had made you even more interested. It was so rare to come across a human that wasn’t immediately at least intrigued by your presence, and it was even more rare for you to almost feel flustered by someone instead. 

That exchange was almost a year ago, and now you were at a point where you could officially call yourselves a couple. There was some apprehensiveness at first, he was very careful about getting closer to you, and you wondered why. Maybe there were some kind of primal instincts in him that kicked in around you? You had never been found out as a vampire, and you had sources for blood that never made you reliant on crime or even your partners. You had never shared your secret either, feeling like it was easier to get over a breakup than the possible rejection of your very nature, or have someone cling to you until the difference in mortality would eventually catch up on you. 

There was something different about Zoro, and today you had found out why. It was an accident, you weren’t supposed to overhear his conversation, you weren’t even supposed to be at home. But plans were canceled and you forgot to text him that you’d be home way sooner than planned. 

He was a vampire hunter. That’s why he’d always been vague about his job, that’s why he sometimes went away on business trips or was harder to reach for a couple of days. You had always trusted him, but now there was a pit in your stomach: was he only trying to get closer to you to eventually kill you? That seemed like an unnecessarily cruel tactic, even for the slyest of vampire hunters, and you hoped that he just assumed you were a normal human, and that he was just keeping everything a secret because vampires, vampire hunters and any other non-human and their counterparts were still a secret thing that society vehemently denied the existence of, except for in their fantasy books. 

The best course of action, of course, was to simply call it off. Break up, move away, to one of your other places far away from this city, and start all over again, the way you always did. 

And yet. You couldn’t deny that the thought of it made you a little nauseous. You couldn’t deny that it hurt. Sure, you knew there was an end to this relationship at some point, but you had hoped for it to last at least a few years, and to be able to end it on your own terms. Not like this. 

But your self-preservation instincts won as you stepped into the room, Zoro putting the phone down immediately and looking at you wide eyed. 

“You were not supposed to be home yet.” 

Now that you had overheard, you could pinpoint the emotions in his voice -or so you thought. There was surprise, and some worry. Worry you overheard? Nerves about having to maybe kill you sooner than he had anticipated? Or Worry about you finding out about his identity? 

“I was on my way when they called me to say the event was canceled. So I came right back home, I am sorry. Did I interrupt something?” 

You tried to be so lighthearted about it, giving him a chance to fix it, but you felt so trapped already. No matter how this conversation went, it was over for you two. 

“No, it’s just-”, he was looking for the right words, you could see it in his eyes. He was walking through the archives of his brain, looking for phrases that could make this less painful.

“How much did you overhear?” is what he eventually settled on, and you couldn’t lie to him. 

“Enough.” 

It was silent for a bit longer, a few seconds where you both were trying to find a way to fix it, before the words started spilling from both your minds. 

“You know I am a vampire hunter then-” “You know I am a vampire then-” 

His eyes widened. He hadn’t expected your reaction, and the way he looked betrayed that you had just revealed your secret to him. 

“Wait” 

You spoke up simultaneously again, stumbling over your words, looking for excuses, to undo whatever just happened and say something else. You shut up and took a deep breath, and he let you speak. 

“You are a vampire hunter, and you dated me, while not realizing I was a vampire?” 

“I didn’t know. I just- I thought you’d leave me for having secrets, nobody believes in vampires or vampire hunters anymore.” 

You chuckled. It was indeed a unique predicament, most people would suspect other secrets, a second life, an affair, but because you were amongst his targets, it made more sense for you to believe him and instead worry about the consequences.

“We should break up,” you eventually said, “give ourselves some space and time, and make it a little fair in case you want to hunt me specifically.” 

He was quiet, looking at the floor in contemplation, and then looked you straight in the eyes, a clear determination apparent in his. The look alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. 

“I don’t want to hunt you.” 

You smiled, you were sure he was sincere. In the year you had spent together, you had never known Zoro to lie. Sometimes to his own detriment, but the man was honest as could be. 

“Even then- this is not meant to be, you do realize that, right?” 

“Maybe it is.” 

Now it was your turn to be surprised. How so was this meant to be? 

“I know who you are, you don’t have to hide around me. And you now know about my true identity. No more secrets, no more sneaking around.” 

“But you’re supposed to kill me.” 

“I only kill those I get an assignment to, and those are the vampires running havoc. I have known you for a year, and you didn’t even trigger any of my instincts. That’s rare. You’re special.” 

You couldn’t believe your ears. Zoro was always a man of actions, not words when it came to his affections and to hear him declare this so determinedly, you felt a lot of conflicting emotions all at once. 

“And if you get the assignment to kill me?” 

“I’ll tell you. And we work something out.” 

“Is that a promise?” 

“I promise.”

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[biteofcherry]

Wild Wednesday Ask!! Fave positions of your alphas and mafia guys. And also of their readers! 😎 Do they like the same or different ones?

Whoa. All Alphas and Mafia men? And their girls? That's quite a lot of... positioning 😂

i'm gonna do all the guys, but not their readers since the concept of Reader is to identify with them (at least partially). So anyone can think of their own favorite position in regards to particular man 😊

under the cut for obvious reasons

Mafia Ari is very sensual and affectionate, he loves having you in his lap. He'll let you ride him slowly while his hands roam all over your body, or hold you tightly while he fucks into you as hard as he wants. Ari truly enjoys how low you sink down on him, how you cling to him and make noises with your face buried in the crook of his neck.

Mafia Steve loves seeing your face, so he goes for any position that allows him to watch your eyes gloss over and the grimaces you make as he fucks you. Missionary is actually his favorite - he gets to pin you down, pound you deep and hold your gaze as you fall apart for him.

Dark!Mafia Steve will take you anyway he wants to, but most of the time you end up with your back pressed to his chest, one of his hand around your throat, the other tormenting you - holding a blade to your skin, or a gun that's still hot after shooting (or sometimes simply pinching your nipples, or rubbing your clit, or giving you a smack).

Mafia duo Bucky&Steve prefer you bent over. Either one is taking your mouth while the other is fucking you from behind, or you're bent over one's knees getting spanked or teased, while the other uses your mouth.

Alpha Steve, as much as he loves seeing you present for him, most of all loves having you displayed for him on your back. He cherishes the connection you have then and honestly gets a kick out of tackling you down (whether it's in bed, or he's tossing you onto the kitchen table) and spreading your legs himself when you're being a brat.

Alpha Ari is obsessed with prone bone. For one, it calls to his primal instincts, letting him pin you down and fully dominate you. Secondly, because you come the hardest when he takes you like that. It's a perfect angle for his cock to absolutely destroy your g-spot and also drive right up to your cervix. And you feel so much tighter, too.

I will also mention Alpha Lloyd, because some of you have became his fans 😂 Lloyd is all about doggy. You presenting for him and begging for his dick, then the fact you're staying in submissive pose and he gets to see your ass bounce with each slap.

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[witchofthesouls]

I love your thought of Tarn being fascinated by the tiny invaders in his quarters. Mech goes so hard on sparkling proofing his room. It actually starts looking like normal quarters. The First Editions and other Creepy Stuff™️ are carefully packed up and stored away. Tarn starts reading the convolutedly obtained sparklin guides and rigorously prepares the room to be Sparlking Safe Deceptacon™️.

Plus if the DJD alies with Deathsaurus, Deathsarus has a very different reaction to Tarn's room. Mech immediately melts into a cooing mess at the bitties. Immediately wants to spoil the sparklings.

His room is clear to begin with. Tarn has a walk-in closet that's absolutely Dedicated to Megatron. Tarn wants to make sure it's a well-kept and clean area, after all. Plus, there are too many limited editions to keep out in the open, especially the early renditions of Towards Peace upon miners' corpses.

Tarn does get into newspark guides and bitlet development. You and Nickel do smack datapads and run away with recovered chips because, well, Functionism. Because Tarn is adamant about it, you and Nickel do cobble up a learning guide that's geared to these bitties. (Of course, there's other guides for other frames because Tarn got interested. The nerd.)

It leads to more blankets, padding, and pillows, which kicks your nesting instinct into unsuspressable overdrive. Tarn is getting fascinated by the entire process since you dedicate all your energy into it: deeply entwining your own biosignature into the materials, getting it into a proper placement, reshaping a nest-like structure, fluffing up everything, and keeping the three newsparks inside the middle.

And your considerable wells. You're pumping sparkling fuel and stocking the medbay and the habsuite, just in case. Cubes of very pale pink Energon lines the shelves and in a neat stack in one of his closets. It doesn't slosh easily like the fuel he's used to. It's thick and viscous, leaving a film on a partial filled container where he can see granules of curious substances.

He will never admit how his spark turns to mush and oozes out of its chamber when a blind, soft-plating tiny thing grabs his pinky. Or how he locks his entire frame when the split-sparks settle upon his chassis, cozy and comforted by his spark. Or how he tries not to grind into you during recharge, how heated you've become with the second carriage, especially around your middle.

If the DJD ever joins with Deathsaurus, then it's going to be awkward with all the rumors and misunderstandings running around. No one has ever seen you, so some think the Witnessed Acts documentation was a hoax or a prank. But not Deatbsaurus, he can smell the faint, lingering sweetness of sparkling fuel on Tarn.

At first. Deathsaurus is extremely leery because what kind of mech would willingly pledge their spark to Tarn? But then, there's no sign of them anywhere. It really doesn't help that he can vaguely understand Primal Venacular and makes a huge blunder from Vos' and Kaon's quiet exchanges.

The sheer pandemonium that will happen when Deathsaurus tears through the ship, thinking the worst, but really, you're just too exhausted with the second carriage. It's taking a huge toll on your frame, so you're basically nesting most of your time as you care for the newsparks with a couple of others checking on you, like Nickel, Kaon, and Vos since the gunformer enjoys your mental exercises on the dearly departed Deadzone.

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[miguelswifey04]

peter b. parker and you making out (fem!)

short imagine…

peter b. parker and you had just gotten into bed together since it was already late at night. “mmm.” he was holding you closed against his body while you two cuddled in bed, you facing him as you out a leg on top of his. “you smell so good. i can’t get enough of you.” he smirked against you hair, carding it softly. he would twirl your hair strands with his fingers and bring it up close to smell his sweet you hair smelled. he was definitely whipped for you. “you get beautiful by the day, and i am so lucky.”

“oh stop it! you always know how to make me feel pretty though.” you giggled as you continue to trace circles on his chest. he wrapped his arms around you tightly as if you were going to slip away from him. he was very cheesy and very physical affectionate!

“awww, you’re so cute, did you know that?” as he hooked a finger under your chin bringing your pretty face close to his. he smirked a bit while his own breath faded gently on your skin. his minty warm breath tickled you face as you closed you eyes relishing under his touch.

“mhmm, i did know that,” you teased as you gently stroked his face. he took it upon himself to lean in and nibble on your ear. “is that so?” his sensual whisper sent a shiver down your spine. you couldn’t help but moan softly as continued to nibble on your ear. peter loved the way you sound. he loved your little moans or whimpers. it definitely turned him on. a lot.

he continue with kiss and lick your earlobe as his hands roamed around your body, his hands having a kind of their own. “how about i remind you what that mouth of yours was made for?” he whispered. you flinched a bit he was always casually bold with you but every time he would say those things to you made you feel excited and nervous.

“oh? and what was my mouth made for?” you smirked as you tried to remain composed but failed miserably.

"oh, you know." he said, as he moved down to your chin and neck, his lips teasing you as well.

“it was made for those kisses, my love, and other things.” he said in between kisses. “can’t let your mouth get stale now." you couldn’t help but giggle, your giggles were cut off into moans you couldn’t bite down as you felt his lips on your neck. “mmmm, feels so good peter.”

“good, well you better get used to this, cause i’m gonna take it up a notch.” he parted from your neck and crashed his lips onto yours are you mouths moved in sync, encapsulating each other’s lips. he made it his mission to bring you over the edge. “you know i can handle it. i always do.”

“mhmmm. you’re such a good girl always.” he whispered again. he now pulled you by the waist guiding you on top of him, while he continuing his kissing session with you. his hands landed on your hips as he gripped on the fat of your skin, digging his fingers into them. he know how much you love it when he grips onto your body like that. you moaned against his mouth as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, feeling the inside of your mouth as you both made out hungrily. my god was this man so entranced by you.

you felt him start rolling his hips against you. he rubbed himself against the fabric of your shorts. you felt him rub his hard on against your clit that was covered by you panties that started to get wetter by the second. it was very stimulating and set a fluttering sensation on your core. his hands were still on your hips. “you’re already this wet?” he said between the kisses. he felt the way your own essence drenched through your panties through your shorts and onto his grey sweatpants.

“mhmm, you always have that affect on me.” you said shamelessly. you didn’t care and you weren’t embarrassed by it like you did before in the beginning of the relationship. he smirked once again. he loved the atmosphere of the moment and the way you looked on top of him put him in a frenzy. his primal instincts started to kick in

“you’re the most perfect good girl one could ask for." he said. he gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. “and for that, i’ve got to give a good girl extra special attention." he gently laid you on the bed as he went on top of you, kissing your neck yet again as he went lower to your collarbone.

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a/n: i keep writing these drabbles and never adding a part 2 💀

tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner INSPO FROM HER!

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[scribespirare]

Hi, because I crave violence can you write a piece with Miguel scaring Miles? Probably just an accident (in the midst of battle, etc) or something but it's angsty on his end. Thanks so much for sharing flowerfang content by the way. 🥰

you asked for angst and i delivered >=3 hopefully

Sometimes, Miguel has rough nights.

Thoughts of his daughter, of the world he lost, of all the people he’s condemned to death across countless universes…

There’s a gym at HQ that’s used a lot less by the general spider public than Miguel would prefer. But at two in the morning when he can’t sleep, can’t think, can barely even fucking breathe, it feels like a blessing to find the space completely empty.

He works up a sweat on the first two punching bags. By the time he’s starting on the third his hair is plastered to his head and face and his heart is racing. He feels animal, primal, the burn and ache of his body drowning out everything outside of pure instinct. It’s such a fucking relief that he throws himself into the feeling completely

When the third punching bag finally splits, he finds that its swaying, yielding form no longer interests him. Neither do any of the weight machines, the treadmills, the step climbers. But this is Nueva York, and the high tech options are endless.

Miguel paces out into the virtual practice ring, pulling up a program he’d designed just for himself and setting it into motion with a flick of his wrist. Instantly he’s surrounded by tangible enemies, faceless but with the ability to actually hurt him, to fight back. He’s set them to one of the most vicious modes, made them agile and strong, and it’s exactly the kind of burn he needs.

He mows through them without any of his methodical precision, moving and attack like an animal instead. At no point does he even consider manifesting his arm blades, instead relying entirely on claws and fists, kicks and fangs. He rips. He rends. He tears down a hologram before the previous body has even finished despawning.

The program is designed to be realistic, to prepare spiders for what they may encounter in the field. So while it may be digital, the blood still flies around him, staining him red from crown to foot. Bits of entrails and flesh stick under his nails and between his teeth.

Miguel is so lost in the violence, the glorious, mind numbing violence, that he doesn’t hear the sound of the gym door’s opening. Doesn’t hear someone call his name.

Yet what finally does catch Miguel’s attention is the gasp, quiet and horrified, that Miles lets out.

Miguel whirls towards him, teeth and claws bared, and draws up short.

Miles is in his suit, mask pulled down, with a duffle tossed over his shoulder. There’s no reason for him to be here this early in the morning, no reason for him to be looking for Miguel of all people, and yet here he is. Those dark eyes of his are wide and his plush lips parted.

He takes a step back. Another.

“Miles?” Miguel tries to ask, but his voice is a harsh growl of sound, and Miles shakes his head sharp and fast. Then he turns and he’s gone, practically sprinting in his haste. The sound of his footsteps is lost under the roar of blood through Miguel’s veins. His body is still heaving with exertion, and when he glances down he realizes that the hand he’d held out to Miles is gore-covered.

There are still several faceless bodies at his feet that haven’t despawned yet. Digital blood pools sticky and dark all around his feet, and the sweat slicking his skin gives makes him feel like the spray of viscera across his suit is real and sinking through the fabric.

Without a word Miguel banishes the holograms and shuts the program down. The gore, the blood, the bodies; they all vanish. But Miguel remains. The teeth and nails and knuckles he’d used remain.

The thoughts of all that he’s lost come crowding forward, temporarily banished by the violence but now returned. His daughter. His wife. The person he used to be. Countless others.  

If Miles hadn’t already been lost to him after everything before, he is now. Just one more person to add to the list. The tragedy with Miles is that Miguel hadn’t even had him to begin with. There’d been that one bright moment when they’d first met, when Miles had been hopeful and bright. And Miguel had crushed that under his heel like nothing.

The racing of Miguel’s heart has slowed into a dull thudding he barely notices. He feels thick, slow. Too full of thoughts and emotions. There are bruises and other small injuries starting to make themselves known from where the hologram beings had gotten their blows in, and he knows if he continues to cool down he’ll soon be stiff and sore all over from the over-exertion.

He could go find Miles, maybe.

Miguel turns and waves for the program to start up again. He doesn’t think as he falls back into the violence. He doesn’t need to. This is all he’s good for.

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