#it's a slow process aha

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 danny headcanons and/or facts that i wanted to expand on but didn't have the motivation or inspiration to write a ficlet about. Ultimately most of these are ideas that already exist in canon clone^2 but are only now being expanded on/explored/stated specifically.

Because I'm procrasinating cfau and passively thinking about clone danny and damian again.

1 - As he's liminal, Danny generates his own ectoplasm. He generates it at a slower rate than the casual ghost but faster than the average liminal. It's what gives him an ecto-signature and results in him triggering his parents' weapons and ecto-sensors.

The ectoplasm he generates actually has a use, and he tends to burn through his supply while he's fighting because of all the physical energy he spends + the use of his scary eyes requires (albeit really minor amounts of) ectoplasm to use. It also has health benefits, as using his ectoplasm keeps his heartbeat steady and lessens the risk of his arrhythmia flaring up due to all of his physical activity and adrenaline.

It does happen occasionally that he uses up more ectoplasm than he can replace, and this has the expected negative effects on his health as all that adrenaline and stress catches up to his heart without a buffer to mitigate it. He carries a canteen full of diluted ectoplasm with him in order to give his system the boost it needs in order to stabilize itself, which he can usually tell when he needs due to excessive fatigue/chest pains/dizziness/other arrhythmia symptoms he gets that means he's low on ectoplasm.

2 - Danny's arrhythmia is a form of bradycardia (which is a slower heartbeat) -- what type? Unspecified / Unknown thanks to it being ectoplasmic in nature.

3 - In that same breath, Danny also has to burn that ectoplasm off in some form or another because if he doesn't it builds up and causes him the same issues as if he was too low. It also causes him to become more emotionally volatile, restless, irritable, overstimulated, etc, which the stress of that then makes his heart condition worsen. If too much ectoplasm builds up, it'll cause a physical electrical shock/shortage. This is rare however, and usually is the equivalent of giving someone a painful static shock. At best it makes the lights flicker or technology fritz out for a few seconds.

While it doesn't have much effect on the physical world, it does expend a good chunk of ectoplasm. Think like dumping out a heavy bucket of water that you've been carrying for a while, or getting into a hot shower after being outside in the cold for hours. It's emotionally draining but very relieving.

4 - Danny can replenish ectoplasm or generate ectoplasm faster by resting, eating, consuming other ectoplasm (fastest), fulfilling his interests / doing things that makes him happy, or by being exposed to high amounts of ectoplasm in the area. He can also rapidly generate it by being in a volatile emotional state, but that drains ectoplasm almost as quickly, and runs the risk of causing flare ups in his arrhythmia.

5 - this is actually canon to the au but I figured it wouldn't hurt to expand more on it / clarify / confirm, but Danny post-Damian has chronic pain in his hands from the nerve damage he sustained. He has daily physical therapy exercises he's supposed to do that he does in the mornings/evenings and whenever his hands hurt/feel stiff. He wears compression gloves in his day-to-day life and gets Sam and Tucker's help to brainstorm ideas about how to make compression gloves for Phantom that can include his knuckledusters. His grip and hand strength is weakened.

He has bad hand days where his hands hurt more than usual. This can happen at random, but is more common after he's overused/strained his hands either the day before or earlier in the day. His fingers stiffen up for similar reasons, and he gets tremors. It's happened before where (for example) he's braiding his hair and unbraiding it, only to need someone else to finish the braid because his fingers stiffened up and don't want to work like he wants them to.

Massages, heat, pressure, etc. helps soothe the pain, and since Danny's a fidgety person his friends and family can usually tell when he has a flare up because any hand movements he was doing prior ceased/slowed suddenly, or he starts massaging his hands / stretching out his fingers.

Damian very stubbornly insists on massaging his hands for him when this happens, he has a lot of intense guilt for being the reason for Danny's chronic pain so he wants to alleviate it in anyway he can.

6 - Danny has what I like to call "Bruce-isms", a word I came up with just now that means he has Bruce Wayne mannerisms that come from the fact that he's still Bruce's clone. A Nature vs. Nurture thing. His Bruce-isms include the Bruce Grunts Of Ambiguous Tonal Meaning ("hm", "hrm", "hn"), his workaholism, his paranoia (on a milder scale), etc. They're small, relatively non-defining things that are quirks but don't make up his personality.

He's got what Sam and Tucker like to call "Bruce Wayne Moments" which are essentially Bruce-isms but only ones that Danny and his friends are aware of considering they only know Bruce as Brucie Wayne and not Batman. "Bruce Wayne Moments" include Danny being clumsy, doing something air-headed, being oblivious, etc. It's not a common joke among the three of them since Tucker and Sam know that Danny's still pr sensitive to the whole clone thing. So they only bring it up when he's done something stupid but hilarious.

7 - while clone^2 focuses more on Danny and Damian's relationship and Danny helping Damian develop his identity beyond just "Damian Wayne's Clone", Danny still suffers from his own identity crises. He sometimes gets jealous of Ellie and Damian for being "lucky" that they always knew they were clones, rather than finding out later in life.

He's aware that this is not fair to think and that Damian and Ellie both have their own struggles as clones, but he can't help it sometimes.

He tries not to think about it too much, but when things get too quiet or when he's not busy, Danny can't help but wonder how much of himself is things he's learned on his own and come from him, and how much of it comes from being Bruce Wayne's clone. He has to stop and count how many things are unique about him specifically when he starts to emotionally spiral. It's not rational, but it's not supposed to be.

As a result Danny kinda, hm, clings to his identity as the Phantom, just a little bit? He thinks it's one of the few things that he has autonomous control over as "Danny Fenton", rather than it being a result of him being Bruce Wayne's clone. Because Bruce Wayne isn't a vigilante! Right? Right?

Consequently this becomes one of the reasons that Damian keeps mum about Bruce Wayne's identity. The original reasons were because Danny asked not to know much about the LoA beyond what Damian already told him, and Batman was technically "apart" of the LoA, and secondly because he just didn't want Danny to get involved with Batman and co and Danny knowing about Bruce Wayne's identity could potentially cause that.

But as time goes on Damian kinda notices like, just how being a clone is affecting Danny even if he hides it from Damian pretty well. He can't really comprehend what it was like for Danny to grow up thinking he was normal like everyone else only to find out he was a clone, but he does see the hurt it's causing his brother. And he does notice that Danny was holding onto being Phantom quite a bit, and figured that if he found out Bruce Wayne was also a vigilante, it would hurt him beyond belief.

8 - So Danny's creation has been kept relatively,,, mmm,,, vague? considering I've been struggling for a time how I could plausibly have his creation happen without Bruce finding out about it immediately. And my conclusion is that around the time Danny was created, Bruce met up with the Fenton parents again for some reason or another -- checking out their tech under the guise of wanting to catch up with them.

And I can imagine that, due to being close friends in college, the Fentons literally just outright told him, "Hey we wanna 'nother kid but don't want to go through the risk of pregnancy again, so we're gonna make a clone of one of us instead"

and in true Bruce fashion, he mentally went "wow i should learn Everything And Anything About This Thing Specifically. Just In Case." and outwardly went "woah cool! ahaha how does it work"

and since the Fentons consider Bruce a close friend and are also incapable of Not Talking About Science, turned and went "OH WE CAN SHOW YOU" and showed Bruce their entire cloning process up to and including how they (safely) extracted the DNA they were gonna use. of which they already had. they were gonna just extract Jack's DNA a second time as an example, but it was Bruce who said "hey you should try me instead" in order to gauge how exactly safe this was and if there were any symptoms he would need to recognize in cloning.

so with his consent they did, and then showed him how they were going to use the DNA to make a clone without actually going through the process. Without prompting from Bruce, the Fentons went "we're gonna throw your DNA away though since we don't want this lying around and because we have no use for it" and visibly showed him that they were disposing it.

Bruce came to the conclusion that the Fentons weren't planning anything nefarious, they just really wanted another kid, and (reluctantly) left afterwards. The mixup comes when Maddie, surprisingly, misplaces the cartridge with Jack's DNA in it and while they could have always gotten another sample, it was better and safer to just try and find the original before that.

Jack finds Bruce's in their disposable. In his excitement, he forgets that it was Bruce's DNA, and manages to get it out safely. Maddie wasn't looking when he found it, and in her excitement also forgot to ask where Jack found it. They used that cartridge instead.

When they found out they used the wrong DNA, Danny was already about year old and while Jack and Maddie are morally dubious, they're only morally dubious towards ghosts. Danny was their beloved human baby, they would never do anything to him.

That being said, they were still horrified when they found out, and really, they genuinely did consider reaching out to Bruce to tell him. They thought it was something he deserved to know since it was his DNA that got used instead, and they felt awfully guilty after he trusted them enough to let them draw DNA from him. The only reason they hadn't is because, at the time, Bruce had been really busy with something in his public life and they didn't want to bother him during such a stressful time.

So they were going to wait, and in Fenton-like fashion, forgot to tell him. When the subject came up again sometime later, they assumed they already told Bruce and went about their day.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is a clone #bruce you getting cloned by accident is technically your fault man. you knew the fentons in college you know what they're like /j #i kept kinda vague about danny's chronic pain prior since i don't have it myself so i didn't want to portray it incorrectly. but i want to #confirm it now that danny has chronic pain in his hands. and also that his arrhythmia does affect him more than just “slow heartbeat” #and the ectoplasm he makes acts more like a weird pacemaker than an actual cure for his arrhythmia. #clone^2 au might be more about danny and damian and damian's issues but by god does danny have his own too that he just. shoves to the side #danny canonically has only known he was a clone for a year before he got damian. thats not a long time for something that substantial tbh #and he was still in the process of coming to terms with it when damian ended up in his life. #danny started carrying his canteen of ghost juice with him after he passed out one too many times after a fight when he was low on ectoplas #danny hinges a little too much of his identity on being Phantom because he thinks it's the only really major thing about him that isn't #a result of him being a clone. so uh -aha - him finding out bruce is a vigilante too is gonna be pretty ugly. #arrhythmia isn't always permanent but it CAN be and in danny's case it is

[stinkrascal]

the gas is getting installed in our house today so we gotta be there for 12pm to meet the person who’ll set it up. we dont have any furniture moved in yet (we’re moving it in on sunday) so we’ll just be sitting on the floor playing video games until the person arrives 🥴

#im gonna play so much sims while im waiting #no internet until next wednesday either but we’re moving on sunday night so that will be BORING :( #i mean i can use my phone’s hot spot but still #i wanna watch youtube on the tv :(( so sad i’ll have to wait until wednesday to watch my silly youtube videos #IM SO EXCITED!!!! #this whole week we’ve been moving stuff from our apartment to the house #it’s a slow process but we’re getting it done! the house feels so empty already aha #ngl we’ve eaten so much fast food this week too 😭 it is our treat for working hard

[alectology-archive]

I love you people who read a 100 books a year but I only managed 27

#a bunch of those are also short stories. . #my goal was initially 36 books this year aha but I couldn’t make it #I like to process thoroughly what I read so that makes me a slow-ish reader I suppose! plus I’m never satisfied unless I do rereads so #imagine a chunk of those 27 being spent on rereads next year. ouch. #text

[popponn]

something about headaches. [floyd leech x reader]

note: i miss twst. and this eel. so i make a quick thing in one sitting without much thought. i just miss floyd and kind of want to write something healing for myself. also: prefect!gn!reader and concussion is there.

“Sensei!” Floyd Leech exclaimed with cheer in his voice, meanwhile you hung limply in his arms like a dying mandrake. “Shrimpy hit their head again! I’m taking them to the nurse, ‘kay?”

From the distance, Coach Vargas answered him with something you couldn’t understand. Your head throbbed and you groaned. The possibility of someone putting a curse on your face to attract wild, fast flying things suddenly became something more than Deuce’s random musings.

You began to consider actually asking Crowley for check up—but not before you had your whole body shaken up with a loud “Yay!” resounding from above you.

As Floyd started running and turned you into a sack of flour on his shoulder, you started praying to whichever astral beings still had pity left to spare for you. Faintly, you could hear your upperclassmen chirping happily about getting to run around with you and such. Your head was buzzing loudly, but you managed to catch some of them.

“How lucky! Where should we go, Shrimpy?” Floyd said and you wished you could laughed like always whilst ushering him into the nurse office.

“This is fun!” Floyd said and you wished you could agree. Perhaps, on another time, without concussion slowly draining on you.

“Senpai, I will die. For real. Slow down. Please,” you, finally feeling like you might die for real, chocked out as you hit Floyd’s back lightly.

Then, the eel suddenly drew to a stop. The loose, strong hand he had around your waist grew firmer and you wondered if you will get squeezed or thrown out of the second floor balcony there and then. “Eh, why?” Floyd’s voice took a dip in the exact manner whenever he started losing interest.

At this point, best case scenario would be him putting you down and leaving.

Nonetheless, you tried to answer him. “’M head hurts. A lot,” you worded out choppily. Breathing was getting harder. Perhaps you really were dying. Good Seven—overblots and monsters and what got you was a fucking flying disk—

“Head hurts, huh…?” Floyd parroted and maybe you spoke to fast and it would be an eel that got you, actually. “What did Jade said again…? Oh!”

“…hu—uuh!?”

Within a second, suddenly you got manhandled for the second time to the point of getting a bit of your spirit returning again. It took you another three seconds, however, to realize that your position had changed into being carried like a bride in your senior’s hands, who opted to walk slowly at that moment.

“That’s a funny sound, Shrimpy. Make more of it later,” Floyd commented, a wide smile hovering right above you along with his voice that had turned into a whisper. “Is this better? Jade said loud voice and getting hanged upside down make your head hurt lots. And I don’t like walking fast when my head hurts too. Feels better now, right?”

You blinked, trying to register the fact that instead of getting thrown away like a nosy mangy cat, Floyd acted like a straight out sweetheart. Your heart made a weird beat that you couldn’t process yet, but you managed a weak nod for him.

“He he,” Floyd’s smile grew wider. This was stupid, however you did felt that being hit in the head was not that bad, maybe.

“Can I pat your head?” you blurted out, your head growing heavier with each second. Along with it, perhaps, your logic was also drowning.

Without your blurry eyes catching them, Floyd’s expression wrote his amusement clear in his face. “Eh, Shrimpy sure asks a lot for a patient,” he chided childishly. Then, he lowered his head slightly to you without stopping his steps, “Here you go. Pat it, pat it.”

You chuckled breathlessly and softly as your fingers touched his head, “Thank you, Floyd-senpai. I will treat you to something later.”

“Aha—treats from Shrimpy?” Floyd cheered in a tone that hid something behind it. You should have paid more attention to it, but as you leaned your head against his chest, you decided you would just do it later. “Lucky! Get well soon then, ‘kay, Shrimpy?”

#twst fluff #disney twst #twst imagines #twst #twst floyd #floyd leech #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #floyd fluff #drabbles #floyd is actually trying his best here. but he is floyd #twst really has a soft spot in my heart idk why #disney twisted wonderland

[mikaxd1234]

[Tough Day At Work]

Where Vanessa comes home in a bad mood and... Well... Angry sex?

Warnings: Dark!Mean!Vanessa/Vanny. F!Reader. Sex :3. Vaginal fingering. Oral sex. Praise kink. A sprinkle of degrading? Knifes use. Idk what else to say hehe.

Edit: also, i should have said that this is the first fic i ever wrote in my life aha

(used an Amy Hughes pic in this one cuz it kinda fits and she's so pretty and hot and-)

It definetly wasn't a good day for Vanessa.

Her boss was acting like a bitch today saying something about that her work wasn't really "impressive" enough. Vanny was ready to tear his head off but, of course, Vanessa opposed to that.

That, and today's patrol was really slow and stressing since all she got to deal with was a lot of speeders here and there, and a few drunk men.

And all she wanted to do was to go home, have some dinner and then just sleep in her beloved girlfriend's arms.

But... She kinda lost all her temper today to even be kind with her girlfriend.

//

Y/N was peacefuly laying in the couch of the living room watching a movie, she wasn't really paying attention at all. Everything she could think about was her girlfriend, Vanessa, she missed her so much... I mean, yeah, she saw her this morning, but still...

Y/n and Vanessa had been dating for eight months now, they moved in together to Vanessa's place a little after the fifth month, and they were the happiest together.

To distract herself with something else, she got up to make her way to the kitchen and start making some dinner, since she already knew that Vanessa must be really hungry after her shift and it wouldn't be long before she got home.

But before she could even take a step, the front door suddenly bursted open, startling Y/N in the process.

- Holy Jesus! - Y/N gasped.

A certain blonde with her police officer suit barged into the house, muttering something to herself while closing the door with her foot as she loosened up her black tie.

- Oh! Hey Ness! How are you? - She walked up to Vanessa with a smile on her face - You're early! I was going to start dinner before you-

- You haven't started dinner yet?! - Vanessa interrupted her, her tone harsh - God, it's just ONE thing that you have to do and you haven't even started?!

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks - U-Um... Ness? - She took a little step back - W-Wha-... Are you okay...?

- I break my back out there every day only to expect, i don't know, a little plate of food and you can't even do that?! - She grabbed Y/N wrist tightly.

- A-Am... N-Ness?! - Y/N winced- What a-are you doing?! Let me g-! - She stuttered as she tried to take her arm away from Vanessa's grip.

- "Go"? No, no, no. I think this deserves a little lesson - With her free hand, she grabbed Y/N shirt and slammed her on the wall - What's your excuse to this disrespect?

- "Disrespect"? What are you even talking about?! V- - Y/N got interrupted as she got slapped on the face.

- Wrong answer, i won't ask again... - she whispered coldly, her eyes burning with anger.

Y/N started tearing up, Vanessa has never acted like this before.

- I-I don't know, I... I was just... Laying on the couch and-

- Oh, so you were just being a lazy brat while i was working? Is that your excuse? - Vanessa pushed Y/N to the wall even harder - Don't know you, but i think this is worth of a punishment.

Y/N's eyes widened as she got slammed to the wall again, the impact making her slid down to the floor as Vanessa let go of her shirt. Then she saw Vanessa walking away towards the kitchen,the opening and closing of drawers could be heard as Y/N still sat on the floor, confused and with tears on her eyes.

Then, the sound of heavy footsteps where heard when Vanessa walked back into the living room, now holding a knife.

Y/N let out a gasp and started crawling away from her until her back hit another wall.

- Now, there's no need to be scared, sweetheart - Vanessa crouched in front of Y/N and took a hold of her chin - You trust me, don't you? - She lifted Y/N's chin up slightly so they could be face to face, her face softened slightly.

Y/N hesitated fo a second, but then, she nodded. Vanessa smiles slightly and leans in, joining their lips together.

Things get heated fast as Vanessa deepens the kiss. Y/N was extremely confused and a little scared (and kinda turned on) with Vanessa's behaviour tonight.

Once they pulled apart, Vanessa's hard expresion returned as she grabbed Y/N's shirt with her free hand again and pulled her up.

- Good, now move - She pushed Y/N towards the hallway that led to their bedroom.

Once they got there, Vanessa pushed Y/N to the bed, making her fall on her face.

- U-Uhm... N-Now what...? - Y/N stuttered as she sat on her knees on the bed, now facing her girlfriend.

- Undress. Now. - Vanessa ordered, her voice still harsh.

And Y/N, as the sucker she was for the blonde, she complied. Trembling hands started to peel each layer of clothing off until she was completely naked and sitting on the bed.

- Good girl - Vanessa praised, walking up to Y/N, she stood next to the bed - Finally you did something good today...

- Van... I-I swear i didn't mean to- - she got interrupted as Vanessa's free hand came up to her throat, gripping her neck.

- Shut up... Just shut the fuck up - Vanessa pointed the knife that she held right below Y/N's chin, making her gulp.

- Now, what am i supossed to do with you? - She faked thinking as she tapped the tip of the knife on Y/N's chin - A brat who can't do a simple job... One, making dinner, and maybe cleaning up the house.

- That's two jobs- - Y/N muttered before being interrupted.

- Quiet - Vanessa snapped, tightening her grip on Y/N's neck.

- Yes, Ma'am - Y/N muttered again.

Vanessa stared at Y/N for a few seconds before pushing her to the bed, making her sit with her back on the headboard - Now i know what to do - she raised the knife, Y/N was already flinching, but then, Vanessa stabbed the knife on their mattress, the knife's handle was pointing up.

Y/N gasped, now she was definetly scared, but confused at the same time.

Vanessa grabbed Y/N by the hair on the back of her head and pulled her face to face with her, then she crashed their lips together in a messy kiss. The blonde swept the tip of her tongue on Y/N's lower lip, demanding access. Access that Y/N already eagerly provided. They both moaned as Vanessa's tongue began exploring the insides of Y/N's mouth.

Now Y/N was both scared and turned on... She even felt herself get wet with just a kiss!

Vanessa seemed to notice that as she trailed one of her hands through Y/N's body, slowly inching down. Once she got below stomach, she kept her caress feather-light. She trailed her hand slightly over Y/N's slit, making her moan softly - Wet already? Such a slut - she mumbled.

The officer pulled on Y/N's hair, forcing her to pull back - Ride It - She whispered on her ear.

Y/N was still dizzy from the kiss as she so suddenly got pulled back - Wh-Wha..?

- Ride the handle - She coldly ordered.

Y/N looked almost scared, but complied anyways. She slowly climbed on top of the handle until she was hovering it. She looked up at Vanessa, who's eyes darkened. Then she lowered herself on the knife's handle, moaning as she felt how cold it was.

- Mmm... V-Van... - She moaned as she slowly moved her hips to accomodate to the stretch.

- That's right, good girl - Vanessa cooed as she softly caressed Y/N's hair - now ride it like the slut i know you are...

Y/N nodded and slowly raised her hips, then slamming them back down, moaning loudly. Then repeating the action. She repeated this until she found a steady pace.

- Is that all you got? Come on, pretty girl, i know you can do better -Vanessa teased, her hand coming up to take a hold of Y/N's throat again - Be better for me.

Y/N moaned at that and started moving her hips faster, moaning and whining desperately as she rode the knife's handle harder. She already felt herself embarrasingly close to her climax.

- That's it, you're doing so good - She coed, her voice deep - So good for me... - Finally, Vanessa started taking a little of her clothes off, first starting with her jacket, then her tie. Then, she climbed on the bed, right in front of Y/N, placing her hands on Y/N's hips to help her with the movements.

- A-Ah... V-.. God~... Nessy! - Y/N moaned, throwing her head back.

- Now, pretty girl... - the blonde said, her voice sounding a little more glitchy now.

Y/N was too dizzy to understand anything until she felt the officer grab her from the hips and lift her from the knife's handle and shove her to lay on the bed.

Y/N saw the blonde crawl in between her legs before she dove into her cunt, licking and sucking her whole. She moaned and gripped the sheets.

The officer grabbed the now wet and kinda sticky handle and raised it off the mattress. Then she slowly trailed the tip of the knife through Y/N legs and stopped in her left thigh. And in a swift motion she passed the knife on her inner tigh, making a noticeable cut, then leaving the knife next to them. Y/N yelped at the sudden pain.

- A-Agh! Vanessa?! W-What are you doing?! - Y/N screamed out, the blonde still licking her up, and feeling the blood of the cut trail down to the sheets.

- Oh... Vanessa would be sooooo mad~ - the blonde said with a more noticeable glitchy voice before laughing maniacally and then diving right back in, Y/N's mind finally clicked.

Y/N moaned softly before she said - V-Vanny?! B-But i thought-!

- That I was Vanessa? - She chuckled - Oh no, dear. Vanessa was too tired to even drive the way home... Poor her if she saw this...

- I- B-But how did you...? - Y/N stuttered, now being embarrased at the situation and closed her legs slightly.

- Imitate her voice? I learnt to do that - Vanny smirked - Now shut up and spread your legs for me, bunny~

Y/N hesitated, but then nodded and spread her legs again.

- You know what i want to hear, my dear bunny~ - Vanny teased.

- I-I'm all yours... - Y/N stuttered softly, her hands ready to grip the sheets.

- Good girl~ - She cooed before diving into Y/N's cunt again, lapping her up and massaging the cut on her thigh.

Y/N moaned and threw her head back, feeling the last almost-climax build up again.

Vanny seemed to notice that and started moving her tongue faster on Y/N's clit - O-Oh... Mhmm... V-Vanny! - She moaned. Vanny decided to sped up things even more and put two fingers inside Y/N, curling and scissoring them inside her.

- Doing so good for me, Bunny - Vanny coed with her glitchy voice, speeding up the motion of her fingers and tongue - Come on, Come for me, pretty girl~.

Y/N moaned one last time before closing her eyes crying out as she felt her climax explode, feeling herself squirt right on Vanny's tongue and fingers. Vanny let her ride her high until she finally her motions stopped.

Y/N panted as she tried to recover, she opened her eyes and saw Vanny crawl on top of her.

- H-Hey you... - she panted as one of her hands went to Vanny's face to caress her cheek.

- Not bad, i'm proud of you, baby - Vanny giggled before leaning in to press her lips on Y/N's, caressing the cut on her leg again.

They kissed for a little while before Y/N suddenly felt Vanny lay completely on top of her, as if she passed out.

Y/N sighed in relief since this meant that Vanessa was finally coming back.

A few minutes passed before she felt the blonde stir and groan slightly.

- Vanessa...? - Y/N muttered softly.

- Y-Y/N...? - Vanessa mumbled, her voice deep as if she just woke up from a nap.

Y/N sighed again and smiled - Ah... Finally... There's my girl...

Vanessa suddenly tensed up and lifted her head up, now noticing the weir position they were in - W-What the...? - She then sat up in between Y/N's legs and also noticed the cut in Y/N's tighs - Oh my god... Y/N, Y-You're okay?! Fuck... Um... What happened?! - She panicked.

- Hey, Hey! Easy! Easy! I'm fine, i swear! - Y/N giggled slightly.

- No, you're not! You're bleeding! Fuck... What did she do to you...? - She muttered as she got closer to her thigh to examinate the cut - Fuck, it's nasty...

- First of all, come here - Y/N extended her arms towards Vanessa.

Vanessa smiled slightly and laid on top of her again, hugging her tightly.

- Secondly, well, she... Kinda made me ride a knife's handle and... We need a new mattress... - Y/N mumbled the last part.

- She what ? - Vanessa raised her head again and looked around, finally noticing the knife next to them in the bed. Y/N smiled innocently - Well, i think it's a little unfair that she got to see you like that and not me... So i might have to do it again... - She grabbed the knife and felt how the handle was sticky - How does that sounds, pretty girl ? I promise to patch you up later - she teased as her eyes got darker.

- Please, make me yours... - Y/N looked at her as her own eyes darkened too.

Vanessa chuckled slightly as she put the knife's blade on the hole that was already done on the mattress - God... I love you... - she sighed softly.

- What? - Y/N raised an eye brow teasingly.

- I love you - Vanessa repeated, sighing.

- Say it again?

- I said i love you, dumbass, now get on that thing and ride it like the brat you are, you won't get a chance to rest tonight.

- O-Oh... Yes ma'am... And i love you, too...

It was definetly going to be a long night...

The End :3

God, this sucks like hell. Definetly the first and probably the last time i'll ever write stuff like this.

Anyways, sorry if u don't understand something, english is not my first lenguage.

#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly #elizabeth lail #vanessa x reader #vanny x reader

[soaked4mk]

How sweet// Kung Lao x Reader

👽: had to REUPLOAD this but it’s cool.

⚠️:Cunnilingus/fingering/titty play

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★ You sit comfortably on the sofa as Lao walks out of the kitchen with snacks for your guys’ movie night. “Tonight's gonna be fun,sugar plum. I’ve got all your favorite snacks lined up.”

★He smiles, plopping onto the couch beside you, setting the bag of sweets and other items on the table, next to your laptop.

★ “Thank you~” you reply sweetly, pressing play on the movie. Lao grabs the bag of konpeitō, popping it open with one hand as he wraps his arm around you.

★ Your eyes stay glued to the screen, as he pops a sugar star into his mouth. Enjoying the taste and texture, before reaching back into the bag to offer you one. “Hmm?” He hums to grab your attention.

★ Breaking your gaze from the screen, you look at the sugary delight that sits between his index and thumb, smiling before leaning in to eat it from his fingers, lips slightly wrapping around his digits in the process. “Mmmh~” you hum in response bringing your gaze back at the screen.

★ Laos’ cheeks dusted with pink, he wasn’t expecting you to take the candy from his fingers like that, not that he was complaining. It just got a bit of a…reaction.

★ Like—he felt a stirring in his loosely fitted slacks, and had to shift in his seat slightly—attempting to hide his sudden bulge.

★ Forcing his eyes to the screen, playing off his arousal as best as he could from the oh so simple act. You lean over his lap to grab a small bag of candy, too immersed in your show to notice his slight discomfort.

★ A small groan, barely audible, escaped his lips as you leaned back. Looking down at your adorably distracted face, he quickly had an idea, grabbing the box of pockys off of the table, he stuck one sugar coated stick into his mouth, tapping your shoulder, lightly, to grab your attention once again

★ Turning your gaze to your boyfriend, you giggle a bit with a cocked brow. “The pocky game? Really?” He just wiggles the candied stick between his lips, to further elaborate his intentions.

★You playfully roll your eyes, shrugging before deciding to humor him. leaning in to nibble on the other end. Bit by bit, your faces inch closer, up until you were almost touching noses.

★ Laos’ lips curled into a smirk, as he leaned in, biting down the rest of the sweet snack, before capturing your mouth into a fiery kiss. He tasted sweet, just like the pocky. His tongue danced with yours, demanding submission, while his hands began to roam over your body. He didn’t have to do much, your panties were practically soaked already.

★ The kiss quickly grew heated, Lao gently leans your back down into the softness of the sofa. “You’re such a little tease, and don’t even know it~” He said lowly, trailing kisses along your jawline, grazing his lips against your earlobe.

★“It’s quite adorable how you don’t even need to try to get me wound up…” he purred into your ear as his hands slid up your thighs in a slow, deliberate manner, nipping at your earlobe playfully before speaking again.

★ “You like that, don’t you?” He had a cocky grin on his face as he watched your reaction to his touch. you hum, nodding with your eyes half lidded, watching him continue.

★ He began sliding his hands up higher, causing goosebumps to form on your supple thighs, playing with your panty line, he raised your nightgown up with his other hand, exposing your breasts to the air, causing your nipples to harden immediately.

★ He took in the sight before him, licking his lips as he leaned down, capturing your left tit into his mouth, eliciting small sounds from you.

★ “aha- mmhm~” “h-ahh~” unable to hold back the small whimpering from escaping your lips, he swirled his tongue around your nipple, lightly biting at i, he whispered sweet nothings to you. “Hmmm, you have an interesting look in your eyes right now,” he taunted softly as he studied your face.

★“What’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?” This level of teasing from your boyfriend made your cheeks flush crimson red. Turning your head away in a weak moment of embarrassment, you bring your hands up in an attempt to hide your glowing cheeks.

★ Lao swiftly grips your wrists with one hand, causing you to look back at him. “What’s wrong, short stack? Can’t handle a little bit of teasing?” He grinned, knowing he was pushing you over the edge. Releasing your wrists, his hand inched down to the hem of your panties. “P-please—“ you huffed- impatiently bucking your hips against his thigh that nestled between your own. “No more teasing…”

★ A small chuckle escaped his lips as he looked down at you. “Fine, fine… but only because you begged so nicely.” And with this, he slid his hand beneath the elastic of your panties, tracing your wetness, circling your clit in the process. “You’re soaked for me~” he slyly commented as he attacked your neck, leaving dark hickeys along it as his fingers went to work.

★ “Like this~?” He asked feigning ignorance, as he inserted his middle finger into you, pumping it vigorously, he pressed his thumb against your sensitive bud, neglecting it not one bit as he continued his ministrations.

★ “Y-yes~” you stammered, your breath hitching as his pace quickened, and his finger curled, hitting your sweet spot every time he pumped inside of you. He added a second finger, sending a shockwave of pleasure washing over you, arching your back as you feel a knot form within.

★ “Lao— hmff~” hearing your moaning and whimpering only fueled him to continue his actions, looking forward to driving you to your climax, he leaned down to lightly kiss your lips.

★ “I’m gonna make you cum with my tongue. Is that alright with you?” He asked bluntly, smiling as your eyes widened in surprise at the audacity. “I-I mean…” you were unsure, Kung Lao hadn’t gone down on you in this relationship yet. so naturally you were feeling a bit flustered, breaking your gaze from his momentarily.

★ He gently, yet firmly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look back at him. “ no need to be shy~” He reassured, trailing light kisses along your breasts before leaving a few more marks on you.

★ hovering his way down between your thighs. Looking up at you with his hungry gaze. you take a small breath to prepare yourself for—

★ His rough hands gripped your hips, dragging you to the edge of the cushion, while he knelt to the floor, swiftly changing the position you two had just held. He propped both of your legs over each of his shoulders, groaning softly as he admired your panty-clad pussy, outlined by the soaked fabric, clinging to every curve and crevice of your cunt. “So pretty~” he praised.

★ He couldn’t help himself, without another thought, Lao hooked his arms around each thigh, for better access and control. Leaning in, pressing his lips against your inner thigh, right where your panties met your skin, causing you to let out a small moan. He delved his tongue onto the fabric, teasing you through it as it clung to your core.

★ You arched your back a bit, his teasing short lived. he began to slide your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side and gripping your soft thighs— pulling you up to his face he dives into your pool of arousal, as if he were a starving man. Grinding himself against the constraints of his pants for a little friction.

★ Lapping at your folds while working his tongue, back and forth, probing your needy cunt, he keeps his pace perfectly as your hands naturally make their way to his hair.

★ Taking the band that held it up, wrapping it around your wrist, you comb your fingers through his thick, dark locks, throwing your head back in pleasure as his tongue continues its pace. Feeling the desire build up within, your hips buck against his face as he groans into your pussy.

★ while tugging at his hair, he hums into your cunt, cumming into his pants while bringing his hand up to your clit, circling it clockwise, as you reach nearer to your summit.

★ “I-i feel close~” you warn, not sure if he was going to move or not, the the thought quickly vanished as he hums against your slicked cunt. “Good, that means I’m doing my job right~” you could feel him smiling against your skin.

★ Your hips bucked once more, your peak approaching. “I-I-” becoming incoherent, your brain buzzing while you succumb to pleasure. “Cum for me baby, I want to taste every bit of you.” wriggling under his touch, Laos fingers dug into your plush thighs for a moment. “No squirming away from me, cutie.” He held you in place firmly, while your grip tightened through his hair.

★ Lao smiles against your pussy, as he helps you reach your high point, bringing two fingers up to your slit, inserting them and pumping you for everything you’ve got, gliding his tongue to your pulsating clit.

★ you finally release everything that had been pent up, legs trembling over his shoulders in the process. You let out an undeniable moan, your body relaxed as you finished in your boyfriends faces. “Delicious~” he compliments as takes his fingers out of you, bringing the coated digits up to your mouth, he has you clean them off for him- the taste of your own essence lingering on your tongue

.★ “Don’t you agree?” He quipped as he stood up, grabbing the necesites for clean up, along with a fresh pair of panties and one of his shirts.

★ on top of that, he brought out the fuzzy blanket, wrapping you in it as he sat you back down on the couch, he looked at your flushed face. “You look tired.” You nod as you hold your arms out for him to pick you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. The laptop long forgotten on the table, he sets you gently in bed. tucking you in while slipping beneath the covers next to you. You quickly fall asleep beside him.

★ “So cute…” he whispers, sweeping some of your hair from your face, cupping it. and with that, he too would soon fall asleep. The next morning you awoke to hot tea and breakfast in bed. He smiled as he handed you the plate. “You fell asleep before I could pamper you the way I wanted to last night…” You gladly take the plate, kissing you boyfriend on the cheek while thanking him.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat fandom #mk fandom #rainyworx #kung lao mk1 #kung lao x reader #kung lao x y/n #kung lao

[myreygn]

YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

Cracks

summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasnʼt as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth.  “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack. 

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather. 

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.

#rey writes #tword fic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny fic #upper moons #douma #akaza #ler!douma #lee!akaza #ticklish!akaza #this is my first time writing lee akaza can yall believe it #it lowkey terrifies me that demon slayer is all i ever talk about and i have like. five fics on it. #we oughta change that

[flowersandbigteeth]

Can I order a yandere monster alraune with a reader who got lost in the woods?

(( Alraune is a monster meta plant and human, it is often called the mermaid of the earth, because they are able to seduce their food by the smell of their flowers, they are also considered protectors of the forests. ))

This was a fun monster to write for. I read some of the legends and stories of Alraune and the way they are born is kind of wild. ^_^' I won't mention it here because it's borderline nsfw, but worth some investigation

Oria (Alraune) x GN Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warning: kidnapping, binding and body control, and yandere behavior, otherwise sfw yandere fluff

“Aha!” you shouted triumphantly as you plucked a morrel from the earth. The cool spring air kissed your cheeks as you hunted for tasty mushrooms in the forest near your home. It was an old, virgin forest filled with massive trees, and the floor was riddled with crisscrossing roots and vines. 

While you’d lived just beyond its edge your whole life, you knew never to venture too far and NEVER find yourself there after dark. You’d heard all the stories about the beasts that lived deep in the forest, lurking and waiting for a hapless villager to get lost so they could eat them up. 

Putting the mushroom in your basket, you walked a bit deeper into the shady woods. It was almost time to head back, the sun was low in the sky, but you’d only found a few fungi and that would not make a hearty meal. If you could find just a few more before it got dark, you’d go to bed with a full belly. 

As you wandered, your eyes on the ground hunting for mushrooms, you paid little attention to where exactly you were going. When you finally looked up, realizing you could no longer see well in the dimming light, you weren’t entirely sure where you were. The trees here were older than the part of the forest you usually traversed, with massive trunks and large, low-hanging branches. 

You spun a bit, trying to find some sort of landmark to indicate which direction you should go to get back home. Frustrated, you started west, hoping that you would wind up somewhere near your house or at least run into the road that led to it. 

As the sun finally sank below the horizon, the air grew chilly and you shivered in the thin pants and shirt you wore to hunt in the forest. As you walked, and to your dismay, the trees only seemed to thicken, meaning you were going deeper and deeper into the forest. 

A low growl nearby stopped you in your tracks and you barely twisted your head, almost entirely frozen in fear, to see from which direction it had come. A branch snapped in the opposite direction and you flicked your head that way, only to meet three pairs of amber eyes and mouths full of sharp teeth. 

The wolves spread out as they approached, cutting off your exits. The only direction to run was directly behind you. 

Your legs moved on their own, scrambling over thick roots and shoving yourself through sharp briars. The sickle thorns shredded your skin, pants, and shirt, but you hardly noticed, solely focused on escaping the beasts. Your basket had been long abandoned, you didn’t even remember dropping it, but your hands were empty, scrabbling in the tangled plants in the forest to push them out of your way. 

You could hear the massive wolves at your back as they struggled to move their large bodies through the brush, as well. It didn’t slow them down much, though, and before you could really process it an enormous body threw you to the earth, pinning you with big paws. The wolf’s claws pricked your skin and you could feel his warm breath on your back as he moved to take the killing bite. 

Only after a moment, no bite came. A sweet scent filled the air and a second later the large beast abandoned you. You hurried to get up, hoping to use this as your chance to escape, but when you righted yourself the wolves seemed to have simply lost interest and moseyed casually off into the woods as if they had never been hunting you at all. 

Tears poured down your cheeks in relief and you could hardly move, overcome with gratitude that you might live another day. 

You jumped as a soft, feminine voice whispered to you in the darkness.

“Don’t cry petal,” the voice cooed. 

Around you, vines shifted and seethed as if they were alive. You stumbled backward alarmed by this new threat, but when you fell you didn’t hit the ground. Instead, two arms embraced you, lifting you as if you weighed nothing at all. 

In the dim light, you could only make out a shadowed silhouette, but the lush, sweet scent of flowers surrounded you making you a bit dizzy. Your fear slipped away as the delicious scent engulfed you and you felt your body go lax. 

Whatever it was slipped through the dense forest with ease, the trees themselves bending to give her room. Ahead of you, a spot of light began getting larger and larger as you approached it. Finally, you realized it was the flickering light of a campfire set just at the mouth of a large cave. Glancing up, you finally saw the face of who or what was holding you. 

She was beautiful as the rose her body erupted out of. Her skin was smooth and deep green, framing glittering red eyes. Her lips were plush and molded into a small smile. You glanced down to find the lower half of her body, beneath the layers of red petals surrounding her, was a mass of tangled vines, making her motion more of a crawl, the vines rolling out and pushing her along. 

“Wh-who…Wha-t…are you?” you managed to squeak out. 

“You may call me Oria,” she purred, her voice low, but soft and feminine, “I keep this forest.” 

As she drifted past the campfire, you looked around the cave. It was knotted with vines and beautiful blooming flowers. There was a spot that appeared to be a cozy nest for sleeping and a thick bunch of vines that formed a chest to store things. A large cupped leaf held water you assumed was for bathing.  

The cave was large and so was she, looming over you by at least a foot of your standing height. Her figure was thick and luxurious with ample bosom and a delicately sloping, soft stomach. Her hair was long, red, and tangled with braids, vines, and flowers forming an intricate hairstyle, half up, leaving waves of hair flowing over her shoulders.  

She was incredibly beautiful, looking quite ethereal in the orange glow of the fire. You’d never seen a face so perfect and honestly intimidating. 

A finger, wound with tiny vines stroked your cheek as she nestled you in the bed. Her sharp red eyes examined you carefully, falling from your head down to your feet, and she brushed her hand over your hair. 

“You’re the sweetest little thing I’ve found wandering around my forest,” she said and gave you a small pouty frown, “but it’s quite naughty to travel alone here. Did your mother not teach you the dangers of these woods?”

You nodded weakly. 

“Yes…but…” 

Her frown reversed to a gentle smile. 

“No matter,” she cooed, her smile broadening to reveal sharp white teeth, “there’s nothing more dangerous than me.” 

You swallowed thickly at her admission, trembling again. 

Before you could argue with her, she took to pulling apart your ragged clothing. 

“Wait!” you gasped, “what are you doing?” 

She gave you an incredulous look as if you should have already known. 

“I have to dress my doll,” she chuckled lightly, “Don’t worry, I’m an excellent provider.” 

You froze at her words. She was starting to sound like your presence in her cave was going to be more than just a night. 

“I’m not a doll…I was only lost. I want to go home,” you muttered, trying to force some energy into your relaxed arms and legs. 

You wanted to be ready to try and run if you had to, but her sweet scent still whirled around you, keeping your limbs soft and submissive. 

“You have found your home,” she said as delicate vines crept over your skin, forming a new top and pants out of the large leaves that bloomed from them, “you are not lost. You are right where you are meant to be, my little petal. Everything in this forest belongs and bows to me…including you.” 

Again she flashed her teeth. 

“B-but,” you sputtered, “I don’t belong in the forest, I only came to hunt for food. This isn’t my home.” 

She blinked at you as if you’d said something very stupid. 

“Of course it is, petal, you will see,” she purred, “you will never have to search for food again.” 

You watched in awe as a vine near you produced a large globe of fruit. She plucked it daintily and formed her fingers into claws, cutting the thick skin. 

“Open,” she said softly, and without meaning to, your mouth opened all on its own, accepting the chunk of sweet fruit she offered. 

You wanted to spit it out, do anything to defy her, but your jaw obediently crushed the juicy flesh between your teeth and you swallowed. 

“How are you doing that?” you snapped angrily, “how are you controlling my body?” 

Her sanguine irises gleamed. 

“I have many secrets, dear one,” she said, evasively and returned to feeding you. 

When you couldn’t eat anymore, she slid close to you, her honeyed scent even stronger, and pulled you onto one of her petals. 

Cooing and petting your hair she whispered words softly into your ear. 

“You are so lovely, so precious, petal,” she cooed, “a treasure…my treasure.”

You stared in horror as her vines wound around your body, holding you in place. You couldn’t move, so her motivation could only be to simply feel her leafy tentacles on your soft skin. They writhed around you, a squirming mass of green. Some of them released a tingling gel that they smoothed over the cuts in your skin, sealing them with leafy bandages. 

“Oria, please, please,” you begged, “please let me go.” 

“I’ll never let you go,” she said, her voice always so soft, “you will learn your place with me.” 

Her vines tightened around you, just so you felt a fleeting bite of pain before she returned them to softly cradling you. 

Her plush lips dropped saccharine kisses over your face and neck, each one tingling just a bit. Tears dripped down your cheeks, which she gently brushed away, while a few vines pulled you closer. 

“Do not shed tears for your old life,” she said to you, “you will be happy here. I am all you need and you are all I need. We’ll walk through the forest together and bathe in crystal pools. You’ll never want for anything. I’ll give you a better life. I promise you this.” 

You tried to slow your racing heart. You believed Oria didn’t want to harm you, but this wasn’t right. You didn’t belong in this cave with her, only, she thought you did. 

“This is wrong,” you whimpered, knowing it was no use, but you couldn’t stay your tongue. 

All of the leaves in the cave rustled at once, sounding like soft applause, but you were sure it was a sign of her annoyance. 

“Mouth shut,” she hissed, and no matter how you tried to open them, your lips remained sealed. 

She turned your head by your chin to look into your eyes. 

“I saved your life,” she snapped, “and you speak such cruel words to me? Naughty, foolish doll.” 

Her face softened, quickly. Her anger was only a fleeting spark. 

“You are frightened now, petal,” she said, her eyes dropping to your neck and she ran a nail across the skin, “but you will see…I’m not so cruel. You will come to love me.” You were struck by the honesty in her beautiful face. She meant what she said. You would love her. There was simply no other choice.

#monster x you #monster x gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader #yandere fluff #female yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x gn reader #monster fluff #sfw monster fluff

[juliedrawz]

I saw some old posts where people addressed Héctor's flaws. I got stomach aches reading them because I think they got it totally wrong! I couldn't get it out of my mind, so here I am, putting my salt into the soup!

~

First things first, EVERYONE's got flaws! Nobody is perfect. Everyone's done and is doing mistakes. And with Héctor, we need to look very carefully, consider 1. His character and 2. His situation.

Right off the bat, what some see as flaws are actually GOOD character traits merely tending to bring trouble because the world is dark and twisted most of the time! Héctor is one of the most selfless and altruistic characters ever! He'd give everything for those he loves and this immense love also makes him reckless sometimes.

Let's beginn with the first flaw pointed out by others.

"Héctor let himself be persuaded to go on tour with Ernesto. He should have said no."

Yes, Ernesto talked Héctor into his idea, BUT, they were best friends! As close as brothers! Héctor came along because 1. He loved Ernesto and 2. He wanted to provide for his wife and daughter! Even if that meant he had to do something he was slightly uncomfortable with. Ignoring his wants to stay at home, he took the chance! He took the risk. If being away for a while meant more money and hence a better life for his family, he gladly make that jump! It is absolutely selfless but also admireble! Like, that's what a good father does! He couldn't have know how much Ernesto would change during that time, nor that he would eventually snap and get him killed. And Héctor did stand up for himself! He's not a weak, idiot who let's himself get pushed around! Most of the time he's just peace seeking and slow to anger! Which, are RIGHT traits according to God! And to me too! It might get you hurt and some people might take adventage of your kindness but what exactly is bad then? Your kindness, selflessness or those mean people? Aha, see what I'm getting at? Nobody should change their positove traits or harden their hearts just because others are in darkness! It's a whole different thing to draw lines and stand up for yourself. And Héctor does!

"His irresbonsibility"

*big sigh* Ok, there are 2 reasons mentioned to put the stamp irresponsible on Héctor's forehead and it get's me mad!

The thing about him lending things and losing them all! Well, Héctor tried desperatly to cross the flower bridge for decades! He tried everything to cross. Lending himself stuff and noz being able to return them wasn't because he's careless and irresponsible! He just couldn't bring them back! Take a look at his broken bones, his knocked out teeth, his scratches and THINK for a second! All the horrific accidents he must have gotten into. He surely aimed to bring each and every item back but they all got lost or destroyed in the process. And I don't think Héctor made an attempt to cross with it most likely failing at the back of his mind. He just went for it! Remember how he bolted forward once he was through the check? All his mind is focused on is "I need to get to and see my baby!" And before that it was "I need to get to and see my wife and baby!"

If Héctor had the chance to bring the items back, he would have! He wanted to take the Frida costume back but who forbit him to do so? The officer! (Joke's on him though because it'll be Ceci giving him hell later"

He was being irresponsible with Miguel ...

Someone said it would have been easier to just hand over Miguel to the police and have them sort it out! Well, have you seen how Miguel ran from his own family to get his way? He ran from Héctor too once he figured out Miguel had relatives around! Héctor helped Miguel first and foremost because out of desperstion! Miguel was the BIGGEST ticket for him to be able to cross, by letting him bring the photo back. But for Miguel to do so, he had to help him bring him to Ernesto. And that's what Héctor did. He tried hi best to get Miguel to Ernesto as fast as possible. Not to forget, that it was a race of life and death for both.

And Miguel is a kid! And obviously he's acting like one now and then! And Héctor paniced when Miguel ran off. Because he worried for him! If his deal wouldn't work, he would look for another way but Miguel could die! Yes, Héctor might not always make right decissions, but he is giving his best and he always means well! And we also need tp consider his condition! He knows he'll most likely not last the night, yet he still risks that and helps Miguel.

Of course we see Hèctor later on pleading with Miguel one last time that they had a deal but then in the cenote, he caves in. He's getting weaker by the second, the process of him fading has begun. And even through his pain, he is still comforting Miguel.

Him being clumsy and him lying is also often seen as one of his flaws. And while I absolutely agree, that yes, he's a huge clutz and he's both accident prone and sometimes too reckless when it comes to his own health and savety, I wouldn't call his lying a flaw in the classical way. Because, the only times we see Héctor lying in the movie is so he can get as much as a hinge closer to his goal of crossing the bridge. That's how important his daughter is to him! Lying is never good, but he lies out of desperation. (In my book, young Héctor sometimes used his catch phrase "That was a lie! I apologize for it!" as a means of his humor, and, or to calm his opposite. And Héctor is darn humorous!

Now to what I point out in my book, not necessarily flaws but things that get Héctor into trouble often

His kindness

His altruismn, selflessness

Him ignoring his own needs and wants for the wellbeing of others

His clumsiness

His recklessness

His trait to always see the good in people

His stubborness

And while most of those are wonderful character traits, as mentioned above, in a world where such personalities as Hèctor are rare, it's hard to get around.

What do you guy's think?

#pixar coco #coco 2017 #coco hector #héctor rivera

[heartsandmuses]

weekly lineup

for @stonyauniverse january week 3 // "nice try, canon"

for @warmandfluffybingocards // square: "free space"

marvel cinematic universe. tony stark/steve rogers. rated g. 1k.

canon-divergent au where steve and tony are still alive to lead the next generation of avengers.

— — —

Tony’s favorite thing about spending Sunday mornings in the Compound was watching Steve post the weekly team lineup.

“Alright, no pushing and shoving, this’ll be up here all week. You can take a look at it whenever you need to, okay?” Steve reminded everybody, though his gaze drifted pointedly toward the kids—the newer recruits—who were practically bouncing in their seats out of pure excitement. Slowly, Steve grabbed a Mjlonir-shaped magnet and stuck the roster in its usual spot on the fridge, backing a few steps away before he said, “Okay, it’s up! Go ahead, everyone. And remember — if your name’s at the top, you’re on-call this week, if you’re at the bottom, you’re on the reserve team, and if you’re not up there at all, you’ve got the week off.”

The words were like a starting shot, and despite Steve’s warning to take things slow, Peter, Kamala, and Kate all made a mad dash towards the list. Honestly, Tony was surprised none of them had knocked over any of the kitchen stools in their haste, though it seemed like Peter nearly tripped over himself on the way, his spidey-senses catching him just in time.

Steve looked over at Tony as if to say, can you believe this? even though he’d witnessed this exact scene play out countless times before. Tony just smiled behind his mug of coffee and offered a fond shake of his head to reply, I know.

It was a good system they had going on. Now that the rotating lineup of Avengers was growing every day, only about half the team needed to be on-call anymore, barring an actual end-of-the-universe level threat. And with so many newer, younger team members coming in, it only made sense to pair each of them up with a more experienced, more seasoned pro to learn the ropes. They trained together, they went on missions together, they learned from each other, and the next week, the newbies were partnered with someone else to repeat the process. It allowed them to hone different skills with different mentors, and see which personalities and powers meshed well together. 

It was certainly working out well so far, Tony had to admit. The newer Avengers were already starting to show a ton of improvement from all of the practice and mentorship, and the older ones benefited immensely from the occasional time off. Even if all the gods and super-soldiers around here weren’t slowed down by age, they still could use the rest — missions could be just as emotionally and mentally draining as they were physically, sometimes even more so.

In any case, it sure made things a lot easier than being on-call—and on edge—24/7. Besides, there was something to be said about having a general work-life balance, something that Tony wouldn’t have even dreamed of back in the early days. Now, he was finding that it wasn’t so bad, taking some time for himself. For the people he cared about.

He exchanged another glance with his co-captain.

“Come on, move over, I wanna see!” Kamala said, stuck peering over Peter and Kate’s shoulders, the shortest of the three of them.

“Aha! I got Natasha!” Kate said, finally moving out of Kamala’s way to give Nat a high-five.

“I’m with Thor!” Kamala announced, once she found her name on the roster. “Oh, this is gonna be so cool!”

"I've got Captain Rogers!" Peter glanced at Tony with a bright grin. “And— did you see, Mr. Stark? You're not up here this week!”

“I did see, Mr. Parker,” Tony replied with a laugh. “I made that list, y’know. Well, helped make it. If I had it entirely my way, Steve and I would both be getting the week off.”

His pointed look was met with a fond eye-roll, as Steve settled into the seat next to him. “We will, soon enough,” he promised, giving Tony a gentle pat on the arm in consolation. “Once we know that the trainees can handle themselves without us.”

“Hey, c’mon, give us some credit,” Kate scoffed. “We’ve been doing great so far!”

“She’s got a point there, Cap,” Natasha chimed in. “It won’t be the end of the world if you and Tony take a vacation. And if it is, we’ll call you back in.“

“Yeah, we’ve got things covered,” Kamala said confidently.

But before anyone else could offer up their two cents on the matter, the alarm went off overhead. Over the speakers, Maria Hill announced, “We’ve found a hidden HYDRA base operating out of the Catskills. All on-call team members and trainees report to the Quinjet immediately.”

Steve stood back up, just as the rest of the team turned their attention to him, waiting for orders. “Alright, Avengers, if you wanna prove something, now’s the time. Let’s give it our best out there,” he said, gaze softening as he looked over the newer recruits, then his husband. “And depending on how it goes, we can reconsider next week’s roster.”

Tony’s expression brightened, and he couldn’t help but lean in for a brief kiss, ignoring all of the feigned gagging from the rest of the team. When he pulled back, it was with a dazzling, determined smile. “Well, you heard him, everyone — suit up and head out! It’s time to kick some ass!”

Steve gave Tony a nudge. “You wanna do the honors?”

“Oh, no, you’ve got it, sweetheart. It’s your week, anyway.”

The anticipation in the room was nearly palpable as Steve cleared his throat. “Avengers, assemble!” he called, and everybody moved at once, rushing to get ready.

As always, the kids were the first ones out the door. 

#stonyjanuary #tony stark #steve rogers #stony #otp: put on the suit #iron man #captain america #the avengers #kate bishop #kamala khan #peter parker #natasha romanoff #thor odinson #maria hill #warm and fluffy bingo #warmandfluffybingo #ficlets #fics #my fics #my writing #amy talks

[effiecalvin]

I totally missed that the audiobook for daughter of the moon came out earlier this year!! So exited to finally listen to it, I love these books so much, I have all of them as audiobook s and half as physical, (I'll need to get the rest soon)

Thank you for writing them, you're a great inspiration to me in my own writing and your stories bring me so much joy!

and I totally missed this ask aha sorry!!!!! ty so much for the note, I'm glad they mean a lot to you. just last night i was telling a friend that i've been really regretting some of the choices I made in TOI and how I'd do so many things different/better if I could go back in time or at least do a revised edition. i feel like when I look at them all I see are mistakes and weird choices and missed opportunities (though I can also remember what my thought processes were at the time, mostly). it can be easy for me to forget that there are people who actually do love the books! i know that must sound weird lol. it's like that meme of the embroidery where it's like "what the reader sees" and it's a picture of a pretty bouquet and then it's like "what the writer sees" and it's just the mess of thread on the reverse side. anyway yeah sorry for the slow response. every time i log into tumblr i remember why i never log into tumblr. but i appreciate you!

[cyanide-latte]

I'd be really interested to see a 💬 for Ren. 😁

The problem with smart tech is that sometimes it gets a little too smart, he thinks, taking in the sight before him. His dormmates are pleading, threatening, and overall struggling to find a way to combat the fridge's alarming sentience, while the machine itself continues a surprisingly astute monologue about their foolishness and wasteful habits. He turns to glance at the upperclassman with the TV monitor for a head, who stands slightly apart from the rest of the crowd as they observe the unfolding mayhem.

"Nobody has been able to get the fridge to open?" he asks them.

[Not yet. It's rejecting IDs for having been used more than three times in the past 12 hours.] The text on Oisín's monitor screen confirms, then adds [Do you have an idea?]

He looks back at the gaggle of other Ignihyde boys, spotting the telltale double glow of the Shroud brothers near the front as they try to puzzle out what to do, then glances to the tyrannical appliance. And an idea does indeed form.

Carefully he pushes his way towards the front, the other boys all falling silent and shrinking back as they see him.

"Yeah, good luck, frosh," one of them snorts. "Not even Mr. 'vaunted genius' Shroud has been able to get it to crack."

"Dumbass!" another hisses. "You see the size of Wei? He could rip you in half with his hands."

"Maybe that's how he'll get the fridge open?" a third suggests.

The fridge itself has paused its monologuing as its motion sensors detect him and he holds up his student ID for it to scan.

"Ah!" the fridge says in uncanny delight. "Wei Renqiao, you have not used your ID more than once in the past 12 hours! But what exactly are you—"

"Need milk," he says, keeping it to the point in hopes to throw the thing off.

"AHA!" the fridge lets out a cackle of triumph. "There, you see? Mr. Wei is being RESPONSIBLE, using the last of the milk before wanting to open a new one! A good, responsible individual the rest of you pathetic meat sacks would do well to learn from!"

He manages to keep the irritation out of his voice as he says "Milk, please," hoping to hurry the damn fridge along.

"Of course! So polite too!" it responds, letting out a chime and then a telltale click right before its door swings wide open. "You have 15 seconds to—"

"Ortho," he says, turning and making direct eye contact with the little robot as he yanks the entire appliance forward, "plug, now."

"Huh?! Oh!!" Ortho takes only a second to process, then lunges and yanks the plug connecting the fridge to the wall socket.

For a second the fridge goes dark with a slowing whine as it attempts to exclaim in shock and betrayal as he holds its door open, then it starts a sound like it's winding back up.

"FOOL! You think you're so clever and I'll give you credit for the attempt, you came the closest! But you forget! My external battery pack has a duration of 8 hours! I can still—"

"Oh! You mean this external battery pack?" he hears Ortho say, followed by a sound of something decoupling.

"WHAT?!" the fridge squawks, before letting out its final dramatic 'death throes'. "Nnnnooooooooooooooo..."

It finally goes dark, there is a low hush, and then he turns to look at his dormmates. They are staring at him, all but Idia, who actually breaks the silence by saying incredulously, "Why didn't I think of that?", followed a beat later by Oisín's amused applauding.

"I hope you're all still hungry enough to eat everything in the fridge," he says to his dormmates as he looks towards Idia, "because it's going to take us time to completely overhaul the motherboard and fix this thing, right Shroud?"

For the first time, Idia Shroud actually looks at him, nearly makes eye contact...and there's a spark there, like he's grasped that this is going to be a challenge that needs a joint team to overcome, and maybe he's actually interested in collaborating.

"Ooh yes!" Ortho says while in the middle of handing the external battery pack to Oisín. "We'll help too, right Oisín?"

[UwU I don't see why not,] they answer. [There's a lot to be learned from joining forces. Wouldn't you agree, Idia, Wei Renqiao?]

"Come on, big bro," Ortho says, giving Wei Renqiao the sense that he and Oisín have a dynamic like partners in total mischief. "It could be fun! Besides, you know you're not functioning anywhere close to full capacity right now. Help can only- um...help, right?"

There is another long pause, a moment where everything and everyone else bustling about just seems to fade and it is the four of them. He feels like he's balancing on a ledge, waiting for something to happen.

And finally Idia says "sure, let's give it a shot and get it over with," Oisín declares they're going to get started on putting snacks together, Ortho begins to cheer about something called Operation: Make The Fridge Dumber, and Wei Renqiao allows himself a smile, feeling at last like he's found people who might become his people, the people he chooses.

—————

Also going to additionally tag @distant-velleity here since I noticed you mentioned WRQ in the ask you sent as a possible option, I hope you don't mind!

Ta-daaa~! Thank you @tixdixl for prompting me to write The Smartfridge Incident, and I hope you don't mind that I borrowed Oisín for the occasion!

This takes place the year prior to the game's opening, meaning Idia is a sophomore here (iirc so is Oisín) and therefore WRQ is a freshman.

As for the rest of the taglist: @simons-twsted-children @inmateofthemind @ramshacklerumble @blithesharem @elenauaurs @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @rainesol

#TWST OCs #Wei Renqiao #my OCs #my friend's OC #Oisín Anbàs #oc memory prompt #Disney TWST #TWST #Twisted Wonderland #Ignihyde #Ortho Shroud #Idia Shroud #fic exercise #Cyanide speaks

[lexluvswriting]

☆ Too Sweet for Me - Loki x Fem!chubby!Reader

- "I think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, you're too sweet for me..." -

-> CW: 18+ CONTENT! NSFW! SMUT AHEAD! MINORS, DNI. fem! reader! she/her prns used, fem genitalia used. chubby reader!

-> TW: Shibari! Consent discussed beforehand, (light) dubcon bc like reader is tied up, no use of y/n, porn with slight plot, p in v, gagging, bondage, praising and light body worship? Loki likes thick girls. argue w the wall. Mentions of sex in front of a mirror at the end !! <3

W/C: 1.8k

╰┈➤ Lex's note: okay... is this totally self indulgent? yes. have i gone down a massive Loki spree? yes. Hozier, the man you are.

YES, fans, I HAVE been listening to 'Too Sweet' by Hozier on repeat for the last 10 minutes. How did you know aha ha.

Erm, I hope i ate w this. i think i did? but id nobody reassures me as soon as they read this then ill probably die (joke). lmk how we feel about this!!

Your eyes were captivating- the colour seemed to look correct only in your irises, Loki believed. He loved you. He loved every breath you stole, and every breath you gave. He loved looking at your lips and zoning out on them when you'd babble inanely on a topic you thoroughly enjoyed. Loved the way you'd bite at your lip when you tried to hide a cheeky smile. Loki loved the way you fidgeted with the jewellery you wore- the many necklaces layered, the many bracelets with charms that jingled and clinked together softly every time you waved your arms around. He especially loved the way you styled yourself- he was always thoroughly amused and interested in the way you expressed yourself through your choices of fashion. The colours you used seemed to look good on you only. As well as on the bedroom floor after he'd tear them off you.

There was once a time where Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, thought you were too sweet for him. You were sweet cocktails, and milky brown coffees with a pump of sugary syrup. You were fresh fruits and cream, an innocent treat on a lovely summer's day. While he was the absolute epitome of bitterness. Whiskey, neat. Coffee, black. Black as the hole in his heart every time he'd be distant from you. So he made you his muse- he became your shadow.

And he didn't regret it one bit- not with the way you looked beneath him.

Your glossy lips were smudged and puffy from being kissed before a ball gag split them apart, nestled comfortably in between to make your sentences a mumbled whine. The rope that wound around your body and held every bit of fabric from your clothing in place was tight, as if it was there for one purpose only. He was a firm believer in having a bit of meat in his meals, always. So when he saw the way the soft fat of your thighs bulged against the snug of the shibari rope, his cock twitched, and he couldn't help but laugh softly. Look at him, cock jumping in his pants like a virgin. How laughable.

It was your fault, of course. Your hazy, lust-filled eyes as you happily squirmed while he pulled the rope around you carefully, the process slow and calculated, pressing his lips over every curve, every surface of skin like worship at a temple. The temple he was about to destroy.

"My pretty girl... my goddess." He couldn't help but gush sweetness when it came to you, cupping your face as he stood in front of you, his legs hitting the side of the bed. You were on your knees, calves tucked under you as you sat on your haunches, bound prettily with dark green rope that contrasted your skin with a soft glow- his choice, of course. When you suggested the concept of 'shibari' to him, he was sceptical at first. But when he saw why it was revered as an 'art', he practically frothed at the mouth, cock rising in his pants at the ideas that formed.

You, currently bound, gagged and absolutely loving life, hummed in response to his cooing praise, leaning into his touch as you wiggled happily on the shared bed, looking up at him with hazy, lustful eyes that were glazed over with adoration- and an insatiable need for him. Your cunt clenched eagerly around nothing, but his fingers running over the line of your jaw, down your throat, and over the rope that cut into your skin gently was promise enough that he'd give you the attention you craved so desperately.

"You drive me mad, darling. Do you like that? Do you like knowing this," He ran a hand down his chest, over his bulge, which was not discreet in the slightest with the way it tented in his pants, "Absolutely aches for you? This is what you do to me." He hissed as he pulled himself free from the confines of his trousers, and he inwardly grinned at the way your eyes widened in delight as you whined, watching him stroke himself.

He wore a dark green button down shirt, sleeves rolled up at the elbow with the two top buttons undone. His hair was mussed in that attractive messy way that you always talked about. He didn't know what you meant, but he figured it was something good if you were always 'jumping his bones' about it. He had set the scene perfectly for you both tonight, but the look in your eyes was enough for him to give in already. He felt warmth tingle through him as he stroked himself, glancing down at the way he leaked for you. Always for you. Such a spoilt girl. His girl.

Loki grit his teeth, before pulling you close by the rope harness around your torso, his cock nudging against your stomach, pre cum smearing against your skin, making you whine through the ball gag. Drool began to run down the sides of your lips, and the God let out a mirthful chuckle, stroking the side of your face before pulling your chin up, making you look at him. "Such a needy little thing. So spoiled. Shall I spoil you more, hm?"

He forced you around gently, your naked back against his clothed chest, your body squirming against his eagerly, your pretty eyes blinking up at him as you whined garbled pleas, rocking your hips back impatiently. Your restricted movement made Loki smile, and he chuckled as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, before kissing straight down, over your spine.

"My sweet girl. My pretty goddess. A delicacy, all for me." He cooed, and you shuddered, eyelids fluttering shut as you keened softly for him, for the way his hands groped you, running over the soft pudge that shaped your body. Loki lost himself, almost completely forgetting his weeping erection as he kissed down your back, over your shoulders, around your neck. Then, with a wave of his left hand while his right hand pushed you down, the ropes shifted, freeing your thighs to be spread before you were tied again, ass arced up in the air on display for him.

His hands roamed over the globes, and he pressed his kisses- as well as a few loving nips that made you squeak, before he leaned down to what he was looking for. His eyes honed in on your glistening cunt, your folds wet and twitching prettily as he blew cold air before chuckling to himself, like you were an amusing little toy. He had to stop himself from being too cruel, and licked at the nectar that seeped from your slit, enjoying the way you whined for him. "Very vocal tonight, my love." He sighed mockingly, as if you were troubling him. Of course you were, when you tasted as sweet as you did. Almost too sweet.

He knelt in front of the bed and lapped at you hungrily, hands gripping at your bound flesh enough to leave red lines from where his large fingers marked you. He let out a soft growl that dissolved into a groan- how could something as sweet and gentle as you get him so riled up? The depravity that tore through him would scare away any normal partner.

He supposed he should've sent a little 'thank you' to whatever higher power decided you'd be absolutely perfect in creation then. His tongue was hot against your sex, and his soft pants made your toes curl and sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pulled you apart with his mouth. He absolutely loved eating you out- loved the way he could feel you fall apart on his tongue. That was his power. Putting you on the throne of the world with his love. Your body flinched and twitched as he ate you out so desperately, and you whined in response to the image that procured in your head- chin glistening, lips smudged from how intensely he focused on his craft; the craft of making you cum. He licked and sucked, and from the way you got wetter, he could tell you were thinking about him. He toyed with you a bit more before finally letting you cum, directing his tongue to work and stroke

"Getting restless, my love?" He hummed, licking his lips and wearing a fox-like grin as he lifted his left hand, slipping two careful fingers into you to scissor and stretch your weeping cunt in preparation for what you had been craving for the past hour and a bit. His other hand was spent working himself, though he was stiff as a pole from the moment you had shyly offered him the rope and the salacious proposition. You both had been craving this for the longest time- of course, you had spent all day together anyway, but the magic in the intimacy that happened once night shrouded your part of the world as indescribable.

Usually, he could lovingly torment you for hours, watching you helplessly drip your arousal onto the sheets below, but tonight was all about you. You wanted him to be rough, and mean, the facade he usually liked to put on- but he couldn’t help but worship the curves that made up your body, his gentleness a refreshing buffer from the depravity you two usually indulged in. So when your garbled moans sounded, Loki immediately removed his fingers and aligned himself at your sopping wet entrance, substituting his digits for his godly cock, pushing himself in and releasing a guttural groan- one that came from the depths as he felt your cunt greedily suck him in, enveloping him in your warmth, as if you were seducing him to never leave as he sank deeper within you. He’s completely drunk on you, losing his cool as his eyes hone in on where you two meet, enjoying the feeling of your clenching as he repeatedly sinks into you with slow, deliberate thrusts.

He glances up to see your face, only to notice your head facing forward, your darling eyes transfixed on- Ah. He understands and leans forward to wrap a careful hand around your throat, holding it gently as he pulled you up, both of you watching the mirror that was ‘coincidentally’ placed in front of your bed- you had no regrets, and he certainly put it to use for you the first night you two shared the room. Your eyes met in the reflection, and his head tilted coyly, nudging the side of your face gently as he humped into you, while you were still tied up all pretty for him. Your gagged moans and whines were music, and he swore that with every thrust, he could hear the sound of wedding bells somewhere off in the distance.

Sometimes Loki wonders if you’re too sweet for him. But when he sees your perfect eyes rolling into the back of your head as his calculated thrusts send his cock stretching you out for him, he’s content. When he sees your sweet little cheeks flushed pink as you eagerly watch with glossy, lust-glazed eyes, the image of yourself being impaled on his cock over and over, Loki realises that you’re perfect.

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: AH i didn't go too crazy w this pls forgive me, i was in the mood for somethin soft 🙂‍↕️ BUT ! i will HAPPILY take requests for more 😗

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[auroradamned]

All his Love | Quackity x fem!Reader

SFW

Summary: you’ve had a ridiculous and tiring day; you feel you could sob. Luckily your boyfriend, Quackity, is there to solve all your problems.

Warnings: fluff, one teensy swear, established relationship, use of Quackitys real name, reader described as woman although no pronouns are mentioned, nicknames (baby, bub), so sweet it’ll give you a toothache, mentions of reader feeling anxious, although nothing in depth, kissing :3 lemme know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1.3k

A plastic carrier bag hung loosely in your hand as you slowly ascended the staircase towards your boyfriend's apartment, yawning noisily in the process. Your body ached and your mind felt slow, blurry and out of sorts. 

It had been a long day, where everything seemed to go wrong.

 For starters, you had slept through your alarm, not only making you incredibly late for work, but meaning you forgot to grab your pre-packed lunch from the fridge on your way out, arriving at work, your boss was suitably mad at you for being late, and threatened to fire you if it happened again. After having a short cry in the bathroom, you made your way towards your desk, not before tripping, rolling on your ankle, making you clamp down hard on your lip, so as not to make a fuss, sitting on the uncomfortable seat, breathing deeply through your nose. Continuing down this route of insanity and seeming lack of ability on how to be an adult, you spilled freshly made, scalding coffee all down your brand-new white blouse you had decided to treat yourself with. You knew getting this normally pricey blouse at 50% off was too good to be true, it was silk, and difficult to clean. Head held high, not looking at any of your colleagues, you set yourself on a mission to find something dry to wear, pushing away the embarrassment you felt. All in all, it had been a truly horrific day.

So now here you stood, starving, humiliated, donning an oversized green t-shirt with the words ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish’ in emboldened, white letters, the only thing you could find in the lost and found that you felt could cover you up sufficiently, blouse bundled up in the bag, searching through your messy handbag for the keys to the cosy apartment you knew waited for you behind the door, the man you loved waiting right alongside it.

‘Aha!’ you exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly, brandishing the set of shining keys in front of your face, eyeing them greedily as though they were the greatest things in the world, which to be fair, right now, that's exactly what they were.

Unlocking the door, you are greeted with warmth, the heavenly smell of something cooking, and the sound of Alex humming to himself in the kitchen.

Setting down your things, and removing your shoes, you padded through to the kitchen, standing at the entrance, socked feet not alerting your boyfriend of your presence, as he continued to hum as he stirred something in a large pot enthusiastically, bobbing along to the tune in his head.

Crossing the threshold, you made your way over to him quietly, before resting your chin on his soft shoulder. He let out an ear-piercing yelp, jumping back from, and dropping the wooden spoon he was holding.

‘Jesus Christ, baby!’ he cried, holding a hand over his heart, looking at you with loving annoyance.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry’ you said, putting your hands out towards him, giggling at his exasperated expression. ‘I thought you heard me’ you lied, smiling innocently at him, as he took your smooth hands into his bigger ones, running his thumbs over the backs of your palms.

‘Don’t laugh at me’ he said trying to sound firm, although he was smiling down at you brilliantly, pretty teeth all on show ‘You could’ve killed me’.

Sighing, you wrapped your tired arms around his slender waist, pushing your chin into his chest. ‘I would never kill you baby,’ you said, grinning at him. ‘I mean, who would cook for me?’ you asked, turning to ogle the pot of cheesy looking pasta, feeling your mouth begin to water.

Alex wriggled himself out of your grip, bending down to pick up the forgotten spoon.

‘You are a cruel, cruel woman’ he replied waving the spoon at you, a hand placed sassily on his hip.

You laughed as he spun swiftly towards the sink to rinse off the spoon, feeling better than you had all day.

‘And cruel women get none of my delicious food,’ he added smugly, not looking in your direction as he moved back towards the pot.

You gasped loudly, feigning hurt. ‘You don’t mean that, Alex, not really’ you exclaimed, loudly, wavering your voice slightly, giving the impression you might cry.

He turned to you, lips pulled into a pleasing little smile, as he gazed at you. His dark eyes wandered down your frame slowly before snapping back up to look at your face.

‘What the fuck are you wearing?’ he questioned, looking as though he might laugh in your face.

‘What, you don’t like it?’ you replied, giving him a twirl, arms out childishly, chuckling at yourself, then stopping to face him again, hands firmly on your hips, as you pushed your lips out in a kissy-like face, blinking rapidly.

He stepped towards you and put his toasty hands on your cheeks.

‘Can’t say I’m gonna ignore what you're asking’ he said, a teasing tone to his voice, leaning down and placing a lovely kiss to your mouth.

Your hands went to his silky hair, pulling him further down to you, as you pushed yourself into him, not feeling close enough.

All the anxieties and anger of the day dispersed as he kissed you, pulling you closer by your hip, squeezing fondly at the doughy flesh.

Pulling apart for air, you looked at him giddily, cheeks warmed, and eyes bright, as he placed a tender kiss to your nose, before pushing his forehead to yours.

‘Good day?’ he asked, not pulling away

‘Not the best.’ you replied, shaking your head from side to side against his, sighing a little.

He looked at you patiently, not interrupting, waiting for you to tell him.

You did, letting all the struggles from today spill from your lips, feeling slightly silly. If he thought you were being silly, he didn't show it, listening to you intently, only turning away every so often to check on the food.

Exhaling as you finished your story, Alex pulled you to his side by your waist, placing a chaste kiss to your temple, then turning off the stove.

‘I’m sorry your day was bad, bub’ he remarked after a few seconds of silence, as he began heaping two plates with pasta, the aromatic scent of cheese and garlic surrounded you.

You shrugged your shoulders vaguely, caring a substantial amount less now the prospect of food distracted you.

‘But I know what’ll make you feel better’ he continued in a sing-songy voice, dancing towards the living room, you trailing behind him, dragging your feet, desperate to eat something.

He sat down on the carpeted floor which looked freshly hoovered, his back against the plush couch and patted the spot on the floor next to him.

You flopped down, and he handed you a steaming bowl. Thanking him quickly you dove in, barely looking up from the plate, exhaling in delight, closing your eyes to savour the taste, wiggling your feet in utter bliss.

You heard a soft laugh from beside you, glancing to Alex you narrowed your eyes ever so slightly.

‘What?’ you asked, mouth still full, so it came out a little garbled, hoping you weren't being laughed at in the midst of your enjoyment.

‘Nothing’ he replied, still looking at you, his pasta remained untouched. ‘I’m just glad you seem to be feeling better.’ he murmured, looking away, and digging into his own dish.

You smiled at him, swallowing your mouthful. ‘How could I not? This is in-cred-i-ble’ you said, putting emphasis on every syllable.

He beamed at you so hard his eyes crinkled beautifully, leaning forward and placing a cheesy smooch to the corner of your mouth, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

You smiled again, your heart and your stomach now thoroughly full and warmed.

A/N: hello, hello, lovely people, this is my first ever story I’ve published on here, eeekkkk, just a quick lil’ one, cos I’m nervous. Hope you enjoyed, much love, mwah.

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#quackity x reader #quackity x fem!reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #quackity #quackity fanfic

[leviiackrman]

GET TO KNOW ME TAG;

I was tagged by @garaviel + @mrdekarios to answer these fun questions, thank you beloveds! It’s been a while (beennn a whilllleee) since I did one of these so let’s go!

Tagging: @chuckhansen @sstewyhosseini @risingsh0t @simonxriley @florbelles @confidentandgood @statichvm @feypacts @yurgir @binickmiller @theresebelivet @captastra @marivenah @faerune @steveharingtn @dekarios @jillvalentinesday @fenharel @shellibisshe @jackiesarch @malefiicarum @dameayliins + @onewingedangels

last song: 18+ by Scene Queen (proper banger when you’re feeling mad and also just MAJOR Rin vibes tehe)

fave color: mustard yellow! But I’m a goth/grunge gal so I like lots of dark earthy tones too!

currently watching: naruto! Been binge watching it non stop and I’m SO EXCITED to watch shippuden!! (Also need to catch up on jjk, bungo stray dogs and link clink but that’ll come later tehe)

last movie: oh fuck that’s a tricky one… watched about a third of Ghostbusters: Afterlife with my parents but felt too ill to stay aha, other than that I think the last one was Barbie! I’m seeing Saw X tomorrow tho which I’m hella excited about!

currently reading: the demon slayer manga and some jjk short stories, but I’m still not an avid reader so it’s a slow process haha

sweet/savory/spicy: a little bit of all of them! I’m not too fussy, but I don’t really like super sweet or spicy things. I’ll take some good pastries any day tho! Or any Japanese food hehehehehe

relationship status: single pringle semi ready to mingle! Tho romance isn’t high on my priority list

current obsession: naruto…👀 brain rot is strong! But I always go back to uc/aot/critical role too

last google: insects in flour🤢 found some last night and had to dispose of said flour… gross (no it’s not a hygiene thing - our roof is being redone calm down)

currently working on: completing full colours of my ocs, crochet bday presents for my friendies and maybe a cheeky little plan for this years tumblr chrimbo gifts👀

#tagged* #about me* #garaviel #mrdekarios #thank you again guys!

[kirchefuchs]

I really went from "overanalyzing the endings" to "overanalyzing your AU" to "overanalyzing songs" Imfao

anyway so "despair" by leo.

(to those of you who enjoy the song because it feels aro, I'm not saying that Despair is solely a romantic song :'] this is just me overanalyzing it by putting good ol' Pollux into the thought process. sorry if this offends anybody :( )

I decided to, quite literally, overanalyze it

aha anyways

so the chorus, right? the first time the chorus ("it's not romantic, I swear; I'm not gasping for air" up until "it might be closer to despair") is sung, it sounds calmer — more certain that whatever The Narrator's feeling is the farthest thing from romantic. It might be a coding bug, possibly a soon-to-be fixed programming error — just anything that doesn't even try to hint at possible romance. The Narrator is but an AI and that's that.

but as the song progresses, it's like The Narrator is slowly starting to realize that crap, he likes this. Crap, he's actually enjoying this new and odd feeling of sincerity.

This can literally be shown in these lines, which happen a few moments after the first chorus:

"Get your heart away from me, you'll put me into a trance

"And even though I think about you day and night

"I'm not sure if this whole love thing sounds quite right"

The Narrator is in love and he doesn't even know how to accept it, not to mention that he's never actually felt anything up until the time when he finally decided to make a physical form for himself. Accepting this strange feeling of comfort and these odd butterflies in his stomach as love just might feel a bit weird to him. What if he's wrong? What then? Who would he turn to for help with understanding these feelings? Certainly not Stanley — that would mean confessing to him, and The Narrator hated that thought.

So what does he do? He tries not to think about it. Maybe if he ignored these feelings that definitely do not exist, they'll go away somehow. Yes. That's the perfect plan.

And then, all of a sudden, it's the second time that the chorus is sung. The music feels light-hearted, but it's definitely less calmer than before. Like there's a touch of something — a touch of a feeling that The Narrator just might be forcing himself to avoid.

And thus, the chorus has a more different meaning in comparison to the first time it was sung.

"'Cause it's not romantic, I swear. I'm not gasping for air

"I want you to be here but please don't come near

"'cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding, I'm not ready for hand-holding

"It's not love, I swear — it might be closer to despair."

The reality sets in as the lyrics is sung. Even if The Narrator truly loves Stanley, he still can't be with him, can he? The worry in him settles, as dreadfully slow as it was. The Narrator is just an AI, even with the name Stanley gave him (Pollux), he will still remain that way — artificially intelligent.

sentience: hey there

anywho this is all for me, I have another idea I wanna send lol

— 🅰️non || 06/11/2023

I'm gonna level with you man. I've never heard this song. I live under a metaphorical rock. Sounds cool though. This makes me wonder what songs you might put in a playlist if your made one for my Stanley and Narrator....... *wink wink, nudge nudge*

This sounds super interesting though and I might have to listen to this song later (I love your ideas so so much). As for now, this ask made me really wanna draw Pollux in a dramatic pose so here that is

I love this lil guy so much ♡

Side note: I have reliable information that as of me answering this, it is your birthday? If this is true, then happy birthday 🅰️non!!! Congratulations at surviving another year, let's see if you can make it though another!!!!

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