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lexosaurus · 11 months

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Ok, listen. I know, I KNOW that "Phantom Planet's Not Canon Fuck You." Okay?

But just. Hear me out for a second.

Do Halfas Need To Breathe In Ghost Form?

Okay so this is a really lowkeye "debate" (I say that in quotes because it's more just that people have different headcanons and tbh this is the best way anyway because, you know, fuck canon death of the author and all) as to whether or not Danny needs to breathe in halfa form. And while I, like most people, just sorta decide whether or not he needs to breathe based on whatever my fanfic plot needs, I actually think, canonically at least, there is some solid evidence that no, actually, they don't need to breathe in ghost form.

There's a few times in canon where Vlad is choking Danny mid-fight and Danny looks more mildly annoyed than seriously panicked about it, but you can largely chalk that up to Kid's TV Screening Filters, so I don't put much weight on those.

However, there are some moment that sticks out more than the rest. And that's when Danny and Vlad are in space.

Yeah, uh, I'm talking about Phantom Planet.

(I'm sorry)

So initially, both Danny and Vlad are shown to be wearing helmets that presumably have oxygen filtering through them. Now now, I know what you're thinking: Lexx, wouldn't this mean that they do need to breathe in ghost form?

My theory isn't that they can't breathe in ghost form, my theory is that they don't need to breathe in ghost form. There's a difference.

I also think that they probably don't exactly want to test the theory if they have to breathe or now. Better safe than sorry, so let's wear helmets!

(Also, side note, this furthers the other lowkeye "debate" as to whether or not they get seriously cold in their ghost forms because, uh, they're in space with no spacesuit)

But I digress. Here they are shown with helmets, suggesting that they do have some breathing capabilities, even in ghost form.

But at the end of the episode, we see Vlad here chilling on a space rock, no helmet in sight, looking perfectly fine albeit disappointed and bored.

This, obviously, suggests that halfas do not need to breathe in ghost form. And I think Vlad literally just discovered that as soon as he was ejected to space sans helmet.

So my theory is, while Danny and Vlad have the organs required for breathing and do breathe as a reflex automatically, when put in situations like outer space where oxygen is not available, their ghost half takes over a little more and they stop breathing. I think this is such an automatic thing that when this change happens in day to day life (like Danny being choked by Vlad mid ghost-fight), that like how us humans don't actively think about breathing, we just kinda do it, they don't really notice it either.

So that's my theory. I'm so sorry for needing to cite Phantom Planet here. I'm sure there's other things you can pull from canon too, but this was just the most obvious. Again, headcanons ftw, okay peace out ✌️

#danny phantom #canon analysis #ghost lore

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haunted-headset · 4 months

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💜 Oh, Distant You. 💜

Summary: Tommy asked what happened between you two.

a/n: hello! i was in the mood to make a short angsty fic, so i present this to all of you! this was (obviously) based on "Oh Distant You"

contains: angst, a break-up with you & Wilbur, crying, flashbacks, cursing, a cliffhanger ending, mentions of presumed death, the reader is said to have had mental health issues in the past, & mentions of suicide.

words: 651

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[Wilbur's {3rd person} POV]

Tommy had invited Wilbur to his house for an "intervention". He'd been locking himself in his apartment for days without messaging or calling anybody, streaming, or going to the studio. The Lovejoy members called him & messaged him uncountable times, but he never responded. Some of his friends thought he had killed himself. Nobody had heard from Y/N, either; they were an active streamer, usually streaming twice or thrice a week, but they hadn't streamed for two weeks. Y/N wasn't on tour with their band, either, & hadn't announced a break, so it worried Y/N's followers & fans.

"What's going on with you?" Tommy asked him. "Nobody's heard from you or Y/N in a few weeks. Did you two have a secret wedding & a honeymoon without telling anybody?" While the light-hearted joke was obviously intended to make Wilbur feel better, it just made him feel worse.

"We broke up, Tommy," he murmured, covering his eyes with his hand.

"You what?" Tommy raised his brow, not hearing Wilbur correctly.

"We broke up, Tommy," Wilbur repeated, louder this time.

Tommy was shocked. "I thought everything was good between you two! Why did they dump you?"

"I dumped them, Tommy," Wilbur said shakily, holding back tears.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" Tommy asked.

"Because I'm an idiot, Tommy, that's why!" Wilbur shouted, removing his hand away from his now red & glossy eyes. "Because I'm an idiot who thought prioritizing my music & my career over them was the better option! & they could be dead right now, for all I know! Their mental state was terrible when I broke up with them, so for all I know, they could be hanging from a noose right now, dead as a motherfucking doorknob."

"Woah, woah, woah, Wil, take a breath," Tommy said, his eyes wide from how Wilbur reacted. "Tell me what happened."

"I just--I got in over my head & started panicking & being an anxious idiot like how I was when I was a kid & I thought that my career & my band needed to be prioritized over them," Wilbur explained shakily.

"Why did you think that?" Tommy asked.

"Because I thought my career was better than them," he said softly.

"Is your career better than being with them?" Tommy asked, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"God, no, Tommy," Wilbur said with a catch in his throat. "I hate the way I talk when I'm trying to compliment or praise them because it'll never give off the praised esteem they have. They're two stars from grace & I'm convinced that this world turns for them & nobody else." He paused. "No offense, Tommy."

"Were you looking for somebody better or--" Tommy started.

"If the Lord or the universe or whoever fucking controls everything were to whip up a clone of them," said Wilbur, "I wouldn't even glance at it, so, no, Tommy. & if I did date that clone, I'd have to take a month off work & everything to sit down in the kitchen, & explain all our in-jokes, & cry with them to Wall-E, & still, I'd fuckin' miss Y/N."

"So you regret it all?" Tommy asked.

"Of course I do!" he exclaimed. "I thought I was creating the solution to their problems, that I was being the fix-all, but I was just the villain. & every single modicum of energy that I gave to all the little things compounded all my placidity, & I drove out all the good things & made life so fuckin' heavy, & now I can't wake up & talk to them." He was crying at this point, having to pause a few times to calm himself down.

Tommy held his phone up & pointed at the screen. He was on a call. He was on call with Y/N. He had been this whole time.

"Hi, Wilbur."

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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I love your Spencer Reid stuff, you truly don't get enough requests for him. You write him so accurately and I live for accuracy behind fics so you're the literal best.

I also adore your prompt list so I'm here to request maybe prompts 18 and 21? Some soft!spencer with a lot of fluff. Poor guy just needs some affection lol.

Thank you!! Have a fun vacation and I'm so excited to see what you write in 2023!

Thank you so so so much for the nice words! I do pride myself off of accurateness when writing characters! I literally study their mannerisms and how they talk and put a ton of time into research so I'm glad that you can tell :) Thank you for the well wishes on vacation, I'm writing this ahead of time and can only hope that, when this is posting, that I'm having fun!

Spencer falls into my arms as soon as he rounds the couch, head tucking firmly into the crook of my neck as a happy sigh escapes me. It's been about a week since he left in the middle of our date to meet the team at the airport, jetting away to Los Angelos without hesitation.

It's safe to say we missed each other.

"I'm so happy to be home." Spencer mutters, wrapping his arms securely around my waist. I rub his back soothingly, pressing simple kisses to the side of his head, humming along to the music I have playing over the record player in the corner.

"You alright?" I ask, never sure if the case took a personal toll on him- sometimes it does- but he just nods his head with a loud, dramatic yawn.

"I just needed to be in your arms." He whispers. "You bring me a sense of comfort that I haven't felt in a really long time." Since Maeve, I think, a sad smile slipping across my lips and I hold onto him tighter as a reminder that I'm not going anywhere. "Plus, Derek gave me a hard time on the way home because Hotch beat me at chess." He mutters with an immature huff, head tilting to give me a tired eye roll and I giggle.

"Awe, was the baby so tired that he couldn't win at chess?" He scoffs at my teasing, pulling back to sit up, running his fingers through his taunt curls.

"I really don't like you." He pouts and now it's my turn to scoff, leaning towards him so I can capture his lips in a brief kiss before whispering.

"And I really don't believe you." -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Taglist: @bubblebuttwade @rafelover2405 @leslienjazzy @sorceresss @grxnde-dwt @alex–awesome–22 @bunnietoof @niyamar1e @serialghost @plantlungs @geniusohn @akaliltimmytim @lilaalouuxx @xshariex @elliotsbeigeguitar @elle4404 @lelieja @srhxpci @joselyn001 @taysirene @spinkspanther @thedivineuphoria @peter-maximoffs @tsukishimawhore @poohkie90 @szlaco @distantsighs @nstyles4299 @wolflover384 @givemefoodandlovesstuff @vane28282 @yeswhatever33 @amirrahfranson @vvaalleennttiinna @f-mu @yaspillz @jeyramarie @skylievin@abbybarnes17 @jointherebellion215 @visiondaddy @steezysimfinds @its-ya-gay-boi-luigi @crunchytoenailsyum@glizzymcguirex @beth123lg @melovesmut @rafecameronswhore @ariianelle @write-from-the heart @vampviolets@haylee-e @honee-chai-tea @lokiandbuckywife

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#spencer #spencer x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

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cynningly · 5 months

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A slenderverse account?? what is this, 2011???

Hey, I’m Cyn! I’m a massive slenderverse nerd and i need people to talk about it with, so please send asks or message me! I’m always open to talk!!

Here are the series I’ve watched-

-everymanHYBRID: my no. 1 slenderverse forever <3

-TribeTwelve: love the series dearly and always will but fuck Adam Rosner

-Marble Hornets: if 7th grade me could have only known the rabbit hole this would lead to

-WhisperedFaith: criminally underrated, Lexx is one of the best slenderverse villains ever

-MLAnderson0: most confusing lore imo but Patrick makes it worth it

Here are the series im currently watching-

-DarkHarvest00: haven’t finished it yet but i’m getting there

-MyDarkJournal: so far half the videos are 20 seconds long or shorter except for one that’s a 6 minute info dump about Germany help what’s going on

-CoyoteIsAwesome: so far an incredibly clever comedic subversion on slenderseries by telling it from a proxy’s perspective

what i’m hoping to watch later: Stan Frederick, TJAProjects, Hollow Hemlocks, The Cohen Project

this account is mainly to reblog posts that i love, but i’ll more than likely post some art and will do my best to answer any asks sent my way!

last edited: 12/4/23

#slenderverse #emh #t12 #tribetwelve #everymanhybrid #marble hornets #whisperedfaith #darkharvest00 #dh00 #mla0 #mlanderson0

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misaverawrites · 2 years

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Intern Lounge Blues (Mark Sloan x Reader) *SMUT*

a/n: literally so happy my parents nicknamed me lexxe (same pronunciation) bc it allows me to indulge in slexie. kind of a prequel to Never, which I am editing!! :) Thank you so, so much for 800 followers!!!

tags: SMUT, shameless, self-indulgent smut for this damn man, praise kink, kissing, fingering, dirty talk, AU: Mark Sloan survives, mild begging

summary: Sloan sure does know his way around a woman.

Mark Sloan is a god among men. You were more than sure of that.

As an intern, you'd been too busy with school to go searching for one-night stands or even long-term sexual relationships. Now you were pleased with that decision because Mark Sloan, the long-term plastic surgeon at Grey Memorial, is breaking a long dry spell and the wait was now worth it.

His hands grip at your thighs, and you're firmly seated on his lap, facing him and grinding against his hard erection which strains against his scrub pants, you move your hands away from the back of his neck, moving them down to take off the scrub top that sticks close to his torso, he chuckles lowly, grabbing a hold of your hands before they are able to grip at the fabric.

"Gonna need you to be patient, let me take care of you." Shit, what have you done right to deserve this? It's a question that is cut off by his lips on your neck, soft bites painting the flesh as he pulls off your scrub top. You gasp at the frozen air of the locker room, his warm breath on your skin contrasting it strikingly. His warm hands travel the length of your body, squeezing at the flesh of your ass, before slipping under the waistband of your scrub pants and your underwear.

You release a whine, almost silent, but Mark picks up on it, his cock hardening against your pussy, and his skin sets yours on fire. This isn’t what you’d heard of being in store for you when you slept with Mark Sloan, brilliant man-whore plastic surgeon of Grey Memorial Hospital, this was tender, you lift your hips as his fingers slip inside of your cunt, which is dripping and desperate for him, his thumb quickly teases at your clit, you gasp loudly, the sensitive organ throbbing at the ministrations, you watch as Mark leers over you, his gaze burning into your skin.

You craved more of him, his fingers quickly becoming not enough for you, he leans down to kiss you, his free hand grasping at the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them off as the wet sounds of Mark’s fingers languidly fucking you, slow and talented, become louder in the locker room, the only other noises to drown it out being your moans and yelps, quiet and controlled. You’re completely naked and at the mercy of this amazingly capable man who stands over you, smiling as he slowly leans down to your neck, his teeth biting softly into the flesh, leaving a bruise for future you to worry about, he sucks on the spot a bit before beginning to kiss you, trailing the kisses down the flesh of your body. “Mark,” You whine softly as he bites at the flesh of your thighs, “Come on, Fuck me, Mark…” You hear him chuckle deeply, he licks a stripe up the slit of your pussy, sucking softly on your clit for just a moment, releasing it from his lips with a soft pop. You whine softly as look up to find Mark sliding his scrub top off, leaving you to stare at the absolute Adonis of a man who you were lucky enough to have gotten into this situation with. Your eyes were full of adoration, which was something he was all too aware of… It reminded him of- You notice Mark shake his head as he smiles at you, sliding the rest of his scrubs off as you unclasp your bra, getting up just a bit to take Mark’s face in your hand, kissing him softly, intimately on the lips. It’s a small gesture but he seems to take it for all that it is. It’s oddly enough, the most personal he’s gotten with sex in the past few years.

You both seem to just watch each other for a few seconds, that is until Mark comes in close to you once more, cock pressing against your stomach, rock hard as you pump it softly with your hand, “Oh shit, love the way you… The way you do that. Keep going, sweetheart.” You giggle lovingly at his request as you pump it, faster and harder, his lips meeting yours over and over, “So good, shit.” Praise falls from his lips as he continues to kiss you, until you pull away, standing up and smirking, “Come on, Mark, fuck me.” He nods, pulling your body close to his, your chest pressed against his, his rock-hard cock pressing into your stomach, “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” You nod as he pulls you away just slightly, lining the length of his cock, dripping with precum, against your wet cunt. “Then beg.” You roll your eyes, bringing his face to yours, kissing him, hot and heavy before you pull away just slightly, “Mark Sloan, fuck me, fuck me better than you’ve fucked any of the other interns this year and I will be the best surgical assistant any of the attendings have ever seen, now come on… Fuck me!” He chuckles, whispering deeply into your ear, “You’ll get better at the begging thing, babe.” He then slowly eases inside of you, slow and powerful thrusts, causing you to gasp out, you’re close, with all of the foreplay it’s not long before the tension snaps inside of you, wading you into wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure. Mark continues his thrusting, hitting every spot inside of you while rubbing at your clit, “Sh-Shit Mark, fuck!” He chuckles deeply as his hips stutter a bit, he’s getting close, you both know it. Your moans only spur him closer to the finish line as he kisses your skin, before pulling out, spilling his seed out onto your stomach. He kisses your forehead softly and helps you wipe yourself off before pulling his pants back on and sitting next to you for a moment, the quiet allowing what just happened to soak in heavily for the both of you.

You vowed you’d never, ever do something this monumentally stupid. Yet you did, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret it.

#mark sloan x reader #x reader #fanfiction #mark sloan #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy #eric dane #grey's abc #grey's fanfic #grey's anatomy fanfiction #grey's anatomy imagine #mark sloan imagine #greys fanfic

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squarebracketsmileyface · 25 days

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Favorite current ship in regards to marble hornets and why you ship it? I'm curious 👀

Also have you watched any other slenderverse series other than mh?

Okay, I'm answering this as an excuse to talk about fun stuff, but like, you seem to go after people for drawing nsfw art of Tim?? Because he's like, canonically ace or whatever? So god knows why you're asking me about my favourite ships and shit, given what I write and post about. But I like yapping so I'm gonna yap anyway. But yeah, dude, ace people can fuck.

I am an ace person who fucks. And I have some crazy ass kinks.

Anyway, so, my favourite ship is weird, because I like to THINK that my favourite ship is Jam, but I'm just so very wrong about that and my actual favourite ship is Jaylex. It's my actual favourite ship purely because of sorry it's locked, honestly. I got to make them SO fucked up together, and that's just my favourite thing to write, incredibly fucked up characters being toxic and fucked up to each other, and to me Jaylex are so perfect for that. Neither of them are good people, neither of them are monsters, they both just incredibly fucked up people who don't know how to ask for help/think they can fix themselves without getting help or doing any of the work for it. And Jay being a character who I see as like, almost completely incapable of being vulnerable except through sex and kink is just so fun for me. I love exploring characters and their issues and stuff through smut fics, it's so fun to do "character studies through sex".

Thats how I see them anyway lol. Sorry it's locked has completely warped my sense of what's canon and what's not, like, I completely forget that sorry it's locked stuff isn't canon to MH sometimes 💀 (I'm trying SO hard not to go off on another rant about sorry it's locked and Jaylex. I love them so fucking much. They're so fucking toxic 🥰)

As for other slenderverse series I've watched, I watched and loved EMH, it's still one of my favourite series even though i only really write fics about it when they're vent fics (Vinny and Evan are just soooooooo easy to project onto, y'know?). I tried watching tribe twelve but just couldn't get into it (the observer/kevin is so cute tho) and my boyfriend and i recently watched most of Whispered Faith, but mostly just ended up sticking it out for Lexx, because she's fucking gorgeous.

Oh yeah I also watched mlanderson and I really liked that. AND [My movie 14] which was super cool and a newer one. These two are my favourites behind MH and EMH.

#ask #marble hornets #everymanhybrid #slenderverse #i guess #i dont know how to tag thisssssss im so used to just tagging like everything with sorry its locked lol #i do talk about sorry its locked in this tho so i meannnnnnn #mh sorry its locked #jaylex

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astatia-ghast · 4 months

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So as I said earlier, I edited the tags on all my posts today, and an unintended consequence of this endeavor was that I discovered the inordinate number of times I reblogged one of @lexosaurus's posts just to say, "Lexx, what the fuck?"

As I mulled over this realization, it dawned on me what I must do.

Let's take a look back at the year 2023.

2023 in Review: "Lexx, What the Fuck?"

The first incarnation of "Lexx, what the fuck?" was Danny Plankton, which rather modestly manifested itself in my tags on April 7:

Then there was the "wee-eye-pees" incident, which garnered a highly-deserved Vault Boy-themed "Lexx, what the fuck?":

And then there was the "Danny's fucking dead" incident, which, to Lexx's credit, broke my will enough that I felt compelled to withhold my "Lexx, what the fuck?" and instead ask if she was okay:

And finally, to cap the year off, I returned to form by posing a "Lexx, what the fuck?" to Lexx's "ionize your ghost boy" meme:

Conclusion

So, what have I learned? What does this all mean?

It means that I must continue the trend. I must not quit asking "Lexx, what the fuck?" This is my quest. My calling. 2024 is going to be the year of "Lexx, what the fuck?" I will not let Lexx down. I will not let this Phandom down.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#Lexx what the fuck #Astatia Speaking

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thehoundwrites · 2 years

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Intoxicating

Sevika x Fem!Reader MINORS DNI

CW: NSFW, eating Sevika out, she calls herself momma, inexperienced reader, loving Sevika

Words: 1800+

Tagging: @nora-xox @colourfulkidglitter @midnightsk13s @witxhy-lexx @dumbdoll-420 @biphrogg @thebleccbird @lucky13les @petitepersephone

What would you like to see more, Toxic Sevika or Werewolf Sevika? Make sure to request AoT, and Horizon characters while I'm in the mood. Comment to be tagged for anything :)

You didn't know which part of her was more intoxicating, the way her large palms gripped your scalp, long rough fingers combing through the thick roots of your hair tugging the strands ever so slightly to guide your tongue along her curves. Bits of white cut at your vision while you drowned in her. One of those magnificent hands has connected to each side of your head pulling at your skin. With just enough force only to sting. Dull nails scratching into the back of your neck as she lets you work on her lips. Only allowed to suck, and lick and nip at her as she ordered. Her muscles tightened around her shoulders ready to pull you in further whenever she wants.

You didn't know if it was the way her large body hung over you extruding copious amounts of heat and tension, it felt with the way she curled her back keeping you close to her heaving chest as your tongue lapped at her clit, fighting it's way through the thick hair that covered her skin. She mercilessly closed her legs around you, her thighs now pressed to your ears as she smothered you with her.

Or maybe it was the way she'd coo at you, the way you could see the smirk without even needing to raise your eyes to look. The loving insults that fell out of her mouth like second nature. The love that could only be said with that arrogant tone of hers.

Maybe it the her eyes went dark, clouded over with lust when you tease her, when you're naked, or how those stormy grey eyes would linger on your lips when you pull yourself away for air. Her slick leaking down your chin as she had her fun with you..

Every so often she'd lean forward to kiss your sweaty forehead. Wiping away strands of hair that stuck to your face.

"You said whatever I wanted, baby, don't you need a break?"

You'd answer but the palm of her hand shoved your tongue further inside of her pussy. She clearly didn't actually care if you needed one. She's always such a tease. You squint your eyes nodding, knowing she would keep teasing if you didn't answer her.

"Aww c'mon baby, you can talk with your mouth full I won't judge" a snort behind her words as she lifted a hand away from you, however you weren't worried about it yet trying to satisfy your girlfriend.

You couldn't, you could only mumble into her clit, your arms wrapped around her legs, nails scratching into the sides of her thighs as she squished you a bit more, strong calves pulling you closer. Her free hand lifted your bangs so she could see your eyes peek over the top of her.

"Look at me"

Yet no matter how much she teased, how meant she was, how cruel she could be, you obeyed. Your eyes fluttered open to see her staring at you, familiar grey eyes boring holes into your head. Heavy lidded as her smoky eyes had sweated a bit down her cheeks leaving stains along her perfectly scarred skin.

"You look beautiful like this angel"

Your eyes closed, lips wrapping around her clit as you sucked the sensitive bud , arms lifting to rub your palm against the muscles of her stomach. Her soft skin was scarred through and through, rough patches covered every other inch and you love ghosting your fingers memorizing each and every imperfection.

"Fuck, youre so good baby"

Her hands combed through the front of your hair as she moved your head exactly how she wanted to, grinding her clit further and further into you, as your face paled.

She was so intoxicating sometimes, like now. How you struggled to breath, how you'd fight away tears and the sting of asphyxiation to make your lover finish.

"Make me cum" her thighs squeezed you more as you struggled to breath, excitement only was keeping you going, desperate to please her, your fingers unclenched her thigh moving inwards underneath the tongue that played with her clit. You inserted one finger, that made her groan, you felt her other hand reach your head once more, gripping your hair tight.

"Just like that" she said, pushing you into her harshly.

One finger had dipped just as easily as two. Your two fingers are lost inside her wetness. Fucking the spongey skin inside of her as full as you could, your fingers felt small. You felt almost inadequate. Like you couldn't please such a beautiful, powerful woman.

But with the grunts escaping her, the way her limbs cut off your vision as her clit throbbed in your mouth proved otherwise. The tips of your buried digits scissored inside of her brushing the spot only slightly over and over pushing her.

Breathy deep chested groans left her, your eyes peering up for only a minute. To see her sweaty body heaving above you, her neck thrown back as her hands and legs kept you in place, her tits bounced perfectly as she rubbed her clit into your face.

When you added another finger it was all over, it sent her over the edge. Full moaning as you felt her cunt squeeze onto your fingers, her perfect nub convulsing in your lips as she came.

Slews of curses fell out of the woman's mouth as she loosened her legs enough for you to breathe, her hand going to the bottom of your chin to lift your face up. Her fingers pressing into your cheeks. Only now could you feel how uncomfortably hard the floor was beneath your bones kneecaps. How cold and sticky you were, you wanted her back on you so bad. But you obeyed, you let her lift your head without resistance, eyes following to see your lover pant.

Her cum was still dripping down your face, when she leaned forward to kiss you. Her warm hands found the sides of your face, her thumbs rubbing circles underneath your eyes on the sharps of your cheekbones. Her lips connected to yours as she pressed harder, her tongue swirling around your mouth to taste herself on you.

"God you taste so good like this"

She sighed leaning back against the soft cushiony couch she sat on. Both of you butt naked. You began to lift yourself, the palms of your hands pushing against the tops of her thighs, before wrapping both thighs around hers, your clit brushing against the rough bush right below her stomach.

"Hi baby"

"Hey princess"

She replied with her hand pulling at you waste, motioning you to rub your clit on whatever's closest, for now it was her chiseled abs. Her eyes watched the way your body grinded against her, she pushed you lower so the two of you were basically scissoring when you thrusted forward your clits would rub when you motioned back your lips wrapped around her thigh. It was sticky, and wet and hot and you couldn't get enough.

Sevika seemed to be in a good mood, the after taste of whiskey and expensive cigars lingered in your mouth from her kisses. The feeling of calloused skin wouldn't leave your hips, and the strings of soft compliments and praises ring through your ears.

You barely blinked when she switched your positions and now she was on top, her metal arm held the back of the couch, her body curled over you as you could only sink further into her couch, she positioned her hips above yours and began to grind her clit roughly into you, it was hard and it was big. Probably a result of the testosterone taken to work out, or maybe every bitch this muscular had a bigger clit. You didn't know or care, but the way she expertly fucked you with it, how the sofa kept banging into the wall. You couldn't get enough..

The room was quickly filled with your moaning, and her panting. You heard a rip as her sharp claws sunk into the fabric of the couch behind your head. She was already wet and warm. She used her cum to help slide your lips together, melding into one another only made you wetter. She lifted her hips and used her good hand to push two fingers inside of you with ease.

"Good fucking girl, do I really make you this wet?"

You could only moan, words left your head as she kept abusing the wet skin inside of you, fingers opening and closing stretching your poor little pussy out. Your hands lifted and locked behind her neck attempting to bury yourself in her chest.

"Fuck"

"Damn, your all fucked out already?"

She smirked at you, her fingers working at your core pulling strings of moans and cries from you.

"Please, please please Sev mmh."

"Yea?"

Fingers twirled inside of yoy her metal hands moving to wipe away stray strands of hair dangling in your face. Other hand still mercilessly fucking you.

"Seeev" you whined her name.

"Do you need to cum already, doll?"

"Pleeease" your eyes squinted shut as she kept dancing around the spot inside of you purposely. Whines of protest left your lips.

"You look so good angel, momma's gonna fuck you until you can't think"

"Seeev" the way your mouth couldn't stop saying her name. The way her lips left black lipstick stains across your neck, the way she sucked your skin leaving marks on her girl, tears left your eyes as she kept pushing your limits.

"You're so pretty when you cry for me" she chuckled her lips moving to wrap around your nipples taking them into her mouth one at a time, black lipstick marks all over your torso. Yet all it took was that palm rubbing your clit, and her fingers thrusting into that spot and it was over.

Her name fell from your mouth, over and over like it was the only way you could breathe. "Sevsevsevsevsevsev" your juices spilled over her arm and thighs, making a nice wet spot on her sofa. Your face flushed a bit in embarrassment.

You felt warm hands wrap around you and pull you into her. She was once again sitting on the couch, you now cradled in her arms. As she lifted your face to hers.

"You did so good for me" she whispered her nose nuzzling into the soft part of your cheek, her words lingered on your skin as you close yoy eyes trying to catch a breath.

"I'm so proud of you baby, remember when you could barely handle one finger" she smiled, and you grinned a small laugh coming out of your throat.

"We're way past that aren't we baby" you said taking one of her hands and ghosting your lips on her knuckles.

"I think you're ready to try my strap"

"Next time right? I can't move"

"Of course, if I fuck you anymore now I'm afraid your gonna knock the fuck out."

"I ammm" you groaned, burying your face in her shoulder.

"You could keep going even if I do" you smirked.

"I can do whatever I want"

"Like me?"

"Like youuu." She smirked, nuzzling herself into you neck.

"My pretty pretty princess"

#queue never learned patience #sevika #sevika fanfic #arcane sevika #sevika x you #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #arcane

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(WIP) Music Monday / The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

Prefacing the first one by saying it's not exactly THEIR ship song, but more of a Mer and Joseph dynamic song (ANTI-SHIP if you will) and how she sees him as an imposter, a fake that feeds on people, the real snake in the garden. Also can we talk about the album cover and how much it embodies Mer as aesthetic (esp side by side with her updated ship banner), then we have the actual album name that is Santa Sangre = Holy Blood.

Take you time, pretending she's your little concubine You keep a secret in the darkest mind You make her smile but she's screaming, yeah, she's screaming 'Cause you're greedy You take what you want like you need it Leave her bleeding You're a snake in the Garden of Eden [...] (outro) You should be scared of me

Late night, it was your intention Got a bible to swear on, well Not satisfied, old temptation Listen, I'm a keeper, baby Honestly, all my life, all my days, always Survive on your footsteps Just a cold call away Your light, oh, blinding me Like a goldmine unfound I'm a keeper, baby

That girls a problem, call the police yeah She's a fire looking for gasoline She'll steal your heart boy, piece by piece And make you pay, oh, you better believe Roaring like a river Rolling like the thunder Wild like a hurricane Wilder than the rush of the flames She's on Fire She'll pull you in and never let go She's dynamite, she's ready to blow She'll make you never never say no

Taste of desire colors the room Love makes you crazy, no way out for you Told you once, told you twice For what we have done we will pay our price Watching the nightsky Sin never tasted so- I don't want your secrets I just want your love Don't ask me to keep it 'Cause I've had enough

Tagging, @adelaidedrubman @thesingularityseries @cassietrn @direwombat @simplegenius042 @madparadoxum @onehornedbeast @jillvalentinesday @shegetsburned @purplehairsecretlair @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @josephslittledeputy @theelderhazelnut @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @g0dspeeed @voidika @socially-awkward-skeleton @florbelles @dumbassdep @strangefable @corvosattano and anyone that would like to do the tag ❤️

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What Will It Be? Chapter 18

ao3

fanfiction

@kinglazrus

i accidentally name dropped lexxs fic in this chapter hehe

Dash walked up to the GIW compound nervously, his shoulders hiked up. Everyone else was parked a couple blocks away and he had walked here on his own. He felt like he was walking into the lion’s den. What if they found him out? What if they realized he was lying? They could just knock him out right there and he’d wake up in some random room somewhere deep inside the building.

He made it to the front of the building and the door slid open in front of him. The inside lobby was chilly and it smelt sterile. Everything was white, even every piece of furniture. It unsettled him.

“Hi! How can I help you?” A perky woman sat at the desk that was in the middle of the room in front of the elevator.

“Hi. I’m, uh, I’m here to talk to Agents O and K. About the scholarship they offered me?”

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “I’ve heard all about you! You must feel so lucky to get a full ride!”

Dash swallowed. “Yeah, sure. So lucky.” He ground his teeth together. “I’m here to tell them what college I picked out.”

“Alright!” She typed a few things out on her keyboard. “It looks like they’re free now. I can give them a call.”

“Thank you.” Dash said as she picked up the phone sitting in front of her. She quietly but cheerily talked into the receiver and after a few moments she set the phone back down.

“They’re on their way! You can wait in one of those seats over there and they’ll be here shortly.”

He walked towards the chairs and jumped when he heard Tucker start talking in his ear.

“You’re doing great so far, Dash.” He said. “We’ll send Jack and Maddie in once you’re in the conference room talking to them about schools. When they leave the room, I’ll turn all the lights off so you can go find Danny.”

Dash sat down. “Yeah, I know.” He whispered.

“When you-”

“Hello, Mr. Baxter.”

Dash jumped. He had hardly been sitting for a moment when the voice appeared behind him. Turning around he saw both Agent O and K standing there.

“Hi.”

“I understand you’ve made a decision about what school you want to attend?”

Dash nodded.

“Right. Follow me.”

Dash stood up and followed after the two agents. They walked past the receptionist and she smiled at them.

“Thank you, Agent Y.” Agent O said as they walked by her.

They led him to the elevator. Agent K pressed the down button and it slid open. The three of them walked inside and Dash watched the elevator shut in front of him. He could feel his heart constricting in his chest. Agent K scanned his badge and pressed the button for the floor below them. If this didn’t go as planned, Dash would be stuck inside. He couldn’t even work the elevator without the badge. He’d be stuck here forever.

“What are you going to school for?”

Dash jumped. He turned to look at Agent O. “What?”

The man looked dully at him. “What do you plan on getting your degree in?”

“Oh.” Dash looked back down at the floor. “I’ve been thinking about going into the medical field. I’ve been playing football my whole life so I know how bad injuries can get. I want to specialize in that kind of treatment, for athletes.”

“You have ambitious goals. That’s good.”

“Thanks.”

The elevator door opened with a ding. Both the agents stepped out and walked down the hallway. If Dash didn’t know he was in the GIW compound, it would look just like an innocuous office building. Aside from all of the security they had. Every couple doors was a main set of doors in the middle of the hallway and every door was also sealed with a keycard pad. It made Dash wonder what was in each of these rooms that they needed such tight security.

“Here we are.” Agent O swiped his keycard and Dash heard the lock click open on the door in front of them. Agent K opened the door and held it open while Dash and Agent O followed behind him.

“Have a seat.” Agent O gestured at one of the chairs that sat around the table in the room.

Dash sat down, sticking his shaking hands underneath his legs between the seat.

“You haven't told anyone about what happened, have you?

Dash’s eyes widened and his heart started pounding. Tucker thankfully stayed quiet and Dash shook his head.

“No! Of course not! I’m not crazy. I would never give up on this kind of opportunity!”

Agent O nodded. “Good. What college did you decide to go to?”

“Rush University in Chicago. They have a really good sports medicine program.”

Agent O nodded again. “Great. Now we need to-”

He was interrupted by his phone ringing. Sighing, he pulled it out of his pocket and answered it.

“Hello?” A pause. Dash could hear someone talking on the other side. “No, tell them to come back at a different time. We’re busy with-” He sighed again. “Fine. We’ll come up there and see what they have to show us. I hate how insistent they are.”

Dash’s heart started pounding again as both agents stood up.

“That Fenton boy’s parents are here. Saying they made some grand discovery and they want us to come take a look at it.” They headed to the door. “We’ll be back as soon as we can. Lord knows they never know when to shut up.”

The door opened and closed and then Dash was alone.

“Okay, Dash.” Tucker said into his ear. “We’ll wait until they get back into the lobby before we turn the lights off and deactivate their keycards. Once the lights go out, you’ll make your way back to the elevator and go down to the thirteenth basement level.”

Dash nodded even though Tucker couldn’t see him and took a deep breath. “Okay.”

The minutes dragged on and it felt like forever had passed but finally the lights in the room turned off.

“Dash you are good to go.” Tucker said.

He stood up, taking his phone out of his pocket and turning on the flashlight. Next he pulled the fake keycard out of his pocket. He held his breath while he scanned it and let out a big sigh of relief when it worked and the lock clicked open.

He quietly opened the door and shined the light down both ends of the hallway. Slipping out, he turned right and made his way through each set of main hallway doors.

It was even eerier than before. Everytime he walked through a set of doors he was expecting to find a random agent on the other side who would tackle him or capture him. He came to the elevator soon though with no trouble. He pressed the down button on it and it thankfully came empty. He stepped inside, swiped his keycard and hit the b-thirteen button.

“Okay.” Tucker sounded in his ear again. “Once the elevator opens you’re going to want to take a left. There’s a big set of doors over there. That’s the highly restricted and off limits area of the compound. That’s where Danny is going to be.”

Danny. He would be finding Danny soon.

“As soon as you find him, let us know what his condition is.” Sam piped in. Dash could hear Tucker squawking as she got up in his business to use the microphone. “Mrs. Foley will have everything ready to treat him as soon as you get him back up here.”

“I know.” Dash said. He walked up to this new set of doors. It was a lot heavier duty than all those other doors he had walked through upstairs. He swiped his keycard and they swung open with a hiss of air.

“You’re going to want to go through the next four sets of doors in that hallway. Once you pass through the fourth set, Danny’s door will be the first one on your right.” Dash could hear Tucker typing. “We only have twenty minutes left before the GIW gets past my walls. We need to make this as fast as possible.”

“Right.”

Dash quickly walked to the next set of doors. In the rooms around him he could hear moaning and groaning echoes coming through the walls. He didn’t want to know who else the GIW held captive here. The thought was horrifying, even if the rest of them were likely just ghosts.

What if Danny wasn’t even here anymore? What if the GIW files were incorrect in the event that somebody tried to free Danny? What if they had prepared for this exact scenario?

He opened the next set of doors and ran through.

What if Danny didn’t make it? What if he really was just a ghost now?

Dash slammed his keycard down on the next swipe. His hands shaking, the door didn’t seem to open fast enough.

What if there wasn’t even a ghost left of Danny? He was already part ghost, what would even happen to him if he died? Was he just gone?

His hands were still shaking when he tried to open the last set of doors. They shook so much he almost dropped his keycard. When they finally opened he took a hard right and stared at the door in front of him. He raised his hand and swiped his keycard on the last barrier keeping him from Danny and he heard the door unlock and he turned the handle and yanked it open.

Dash burst through the door. On the far side of the room he could see a figure laying on a bed, faintly glowing chains binding his hands together. Dash’s heart skipped a beat but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t tell how Danny was doing yet.

Swallowing, he shakily called his name.

“Danny?”

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #invisobang 2023 #dash baxter #tucker foley #sam manson #GIW #swagger bishie #fanfiction #fanfic #phic

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