#super smash rumble

[supersmashrumble]

Peter Pittman

Best Subject: Phy Ed

Extracurriculars: Archery Team, Bible Study

Pete is a good boy who always tries to do what he’s told, even if he has a hard time paying attention or following directions. He’s eternally faithful to his best friend, Paula, sticking up for her no matter what. While he does his best to follow her lessons on morality and spirituality, making tough, ethical decisions hurts his brain and makes him feel weird, so he usually just defers to whatever she thinks is best. She’s just happy he didn’t fall under the wing of some power-hungry religious propagandist, because Pete would have been led astray in an instant. What he lacks in brainpower, he makes up for in athleticism. He’s a top-tier cross-country runner, an eagle-eye on the archery range, and not half bad at gymnastics, either. These skills come in handy when he’s protecting Paula from all the people she somehow manages to piss off with her message of kindness.

#super smash bros #kid icarus #pit #bible study #high school au #super smash rumble

[killerinstinctgold]

#super smash brothers melee #pokemon xd gale of darkness #pokemon rumble #soulcalibur 2 #animal crossing population growing #f zero gx #wii memory card menu #legend of zelda wind waker #gamecube #wii #nintendo #my screenshots #princess peach #xianghua #toon link #jambette #geodude

[edgeyberzerker]

Choose Your Fighter:   Tina (Dead or Alive) Sheryl (Rumble Fish) Joker (Super Smash Bros) 

#dead or alive #tina armstrong #sheryl #rumble fish #joker #super smash bros #fanart #artwork #illustration #choose your fighter

[kaiijo]

FRIENDS TO LOVERS — [KNB]

characters: aomine daiki, midorima shintarou, hanamiya makoto content: gn! reader, reader has implied tieable hair in midorima’s, toxicity (it’s hanamiya, no one is surprised) notes: scenarios inspired by prompt list here

aomine daiki ✶

aomine yawns again as he reclines against your pillows, sitting up only to peer at you. you’re working on homework that’s due in a couple of days, headphones covering your ears. you promised that you’ll order in food and play super smash bros with him when you finished, but it’s nearing eight and you’re still hunched over a problem set.

aomine groans loudly, “are you even close to being done?”

you move one headphone cup off. “i would be closer if you didn’t interrupt me every ten minutes.”

“i didn’t ask to hang out just to sit around.”

you roll your eyes. “you can go if you want, daiki.”

he sits up fully now, moving to the edge of your bed. “why’re you even doing this? s’not due ‘til friday.”

“some of us want to be good students.” you slide your headphones back on and turn back to scribbling out complicated equations on paper.

a couple of minutes pass again and instead of asking you anything, aomine stands up and shuffles behind you, reaching around and snatching the paper from underneath you. “hey!” you protest, shooting up from your seat and tearing off your headphones. “give it back, daiki.”

“no, you said you’d be done, like, two hours ago.”

“i swear i’m almost done!” you make a lunge for it and aomine just holds it above his head, his long arm adding to his already-massive height.

“no.” he smirks at the way your eyes furrow and your cheeks puff out. your head tilts to the left, and he knows that you’re thinking. he’s sure you’re going to try and jump of it again, so as a show, he stretches up further, the hem of his shirt lifting slightly. he swears he catches your eyes flickering down and something in his body sings a song of triumph and satisfaction at the motion. he can’t say why.

what you do next though is nothing that he expects. you stand on your toes, rest your hands delicately on his shoulders, and gaze up at him through your lashes. he startles; there’s something so… heated about your expression, about those half-lidded eyes.

“daiki,” you say softly. it’s almost hypnotic, the way you say his name, and he’s watching you with one raised eyebrow. the tips of his ears feel like they’re on fire.

he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing as his arm lowers, heading for the dip of your waist. he only snaps out of it at your victorious cry. “ha!” you take advantage of his still half-dazed state and push him firmly out of your bedroom door, closing it. the lock clicks into place and he hears you call on the other side, “one more problem, daiki, i promise. be a dear and set up smash in the living room?”

he walks down your hall automatically, the fire-like feeling spreading to his neck.

midorima shintarou ✶

takao holds up a porcelain statue of a cat. “what about this?’

“takao, what about that screams ‘midorima shintarou?’”

takao shrugs. “i don’t know, maybe it’ll be december 25th’s lucky item. does oha asa put out horoscopes ahead of time?”

“no, that’s why he listens every morning when it airs,” you reply, setting down a teapot from a bigger set. you thank the tired-looking cashier, who just waves drowsily as you two exit the shop.

the two of you have been shopping all day for midorima’s christmas present, wandering all over japan and into various tchotchke stores to look. he’s a notoriously hard person to please, especially with gifts, and neither of you want a repeat of the ‘grey’s anatomy incident’ where four people got midorima the same book last holiday season when he announced his intention to go to medical school. nor do any of you want to get that look from him that struggles to look somewhat grateful while being very, very obviously displeased.

“we’ve been walking all day!” takao whines, clutching his stomach as it lets out an ungodly rumble. you check your watch; you two have been out for at least four hours. you point at a small diner boasting american food. “would you be okay with that?”

“i’d eat you right now if you’d let me.”

you snort, “hard pass. come on.”

the hostess sits you two at a booth and you shrug off your heavy winter coats. you pick up a menu and glance over it, but when you go to ask takao what he’ll be getting and if he wants to split a large order of assorted fries with you, you see he’s not looking at the menu.

you definitely do not like the way takao is eying you right now. “what?” you ask defensively, hands flying to the top of your head to try and pet down at hair you presume has been ruined by your excursion. “do i look bad or something?”

“is that shin-chan’s sweater?”

fuck. you had forgotten about pulling on one of the sweaters midorima left at your house the last time you studied together. it’s insanely soft — a mix of gray wool and cashmere — not to mention extremely cozy and warm. you tried to return it to midorima before but he just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and huffed, “wear it until you get proper sweaters. no, sweatshirts don’t count.”

you internally groan. you don’t need takao on your ass again about whether or not you’re sure you and midorima aren’t dating or if you like him like that. honestly, the only reason you haven’t given him a certain yes or no is because… you don’t really know yourself.

you don’t have proper time to answer before the bell to the restaurant chimes and you see very recognizable green hair. of all the time and places he has to show up. (well, he did text you this morning that your zodiac sign was the least lucky and to wear a blue watch in order to improve your fortune; you should’ve found the watch.)

“oh! shin-chan!” takao waves him over, giving you a sly look. “we were just talking about—” takao’s stupid hawk-eyes zero in on midorima’s wrist as he tugs off his gloves. he looks way too please with himself as he asks, “shin-chan, is that they’re hair tie?”

hanamiya makoto ✶

hanamiya steps out of the locker room shower, cracking his knuckles as he makes his way to his locker to dry off and change. he rolls his shoulders, toweling off his hair as he changes back into his school uniform. yamazaki and hara a prattling away, snickering under their breaths about the injuries they inflicted: sprained ankle, a hairline fracture, a minor concussion.

hanamiya doesn’t even turn around as he growls, “can you two shut up?”

to just bug him more, hara pops his gum. loudly. “who pissed in your cereal, captain?”

furihara drones, “you were sloppier today. almost got fouled by the ref.”

hanamiya doesn’t reply, yanking the knot of his tie down furiously. “fuck off.”

hara lets out a low whistle and seto asks, “does this have to do with your little friend? they got a boyfriend, right?”

hanamiya lets out a long breath through his nose and he spins around to face his teammate. “for now,” he says, slamming his locker shut.

“you got a plan, captain?” asks yamazaki as he digs through his duffel bag.

“when do i not?”

———

you greet hanamiya’s mother with a thin smile when she opens the door. her face lights up when she sees you and she pulls you into a warm hug, telling you that hanamiya’s in his bedroom and that you could go right up.

you wonder if she can see the glossy film to your eyes or if she was polite enough not to comment on it.

hanamiya’s sitting at his desk, head propped up on his knuckle. he languidly flips through pages but you know he’s not really reading the material. he’ll get away with it too and get an a anyways, the bastard. he glances at you. “you look like shit.”

usually, you could banter with him. it’s why your friendship works; you have a thicker skin than most and you give just as good as you take, especially when it comes to hanamiya’s sneering, half-joking insults. normally, you would have replied with something like “still better than you,” but instead, your frayed nerves snap and you feels the hot tears start rolling down your cheeks.

hanamiya’s simpering expression sobers up and he sighs heavily, ushering you to sit on the bed. “why’re you crying?”

you sniffle and tell him that the guy you’ve been seeing from your literature class broke up with you. just out of the blue told you that you two wanted different things and you were going to colleges in different areas and that wouldn’t work and he was sorry and… that’s all you gleaned because his words were so rushed as he scurried off as fast as he could.

hanamiya’s brow furrows sympathetically and he draws you into a hug, saying, “i told you i didn’t like that guy. fuck him.”

you sink into his arms. “yeah,” you mutter, “fuck him.”

as you relax against him, hanamiya can’t help but smirk to himself in satisfaction. someone who runs off after a little confrontation doesn’t deserve anything from you.

#knb x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko's basketball x reader #aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader #midorima shintarou x reader #midorima x reader #hanamiya makoto x reader #hanamiya x reader #knb scenarios #knb imagines #knb #kuroko no basket #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ kaiijo writes

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

congrats for 3k!!!!! so deserved!!!!!🫶🏻

could i ask a whiskey with Spider-man Spencer Reid🫣 where he uses his newfound spider-man super strength to lovingly manhandle and kind of use/move as he pleases reader in the bedroom? thank you!!!🫶🏻

Discovery.

warnings - smut. cursing.

technically, you could set this in the Web of Lies universe, but you don't have to!! I know he's shy, but I think with the right person, spence would be a freak in the bedroom.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

The minute you walk through the door, he's on you.

Hands grabbing your hips, lips smashing into yours, quick feet pushing you backwards and against the wall.

You barely have time to register what's happening - all you can focus on is the heat running through your veins.

"Spence," you gasp when he finally pulls away. "You okay?"

"Fine," he murmurs quickly, before connecting your lips again.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing. Just need you."

He's never like this.

He's the very definition of reserved. He's shy, timid, careful. This new version of Spencer is needy, demanding, relentless.

You like it.

"Clothes off," he mutters, tugging at your shirt.

You shrug it over your head, leaving you in your pretty lace bra. Your jeans go next, Spencer's nimble fingers unbuttoning them and pulling them off in one fell swoop.

He's looking at you like he can't believe his eyes.

"You're so beautiful."

"I love you," you whisper, barely audible. But his head snaps up like he's heard you clearly.

"I love you too."

Spencer looks at you for a moment more, before hooking his elbows under your thighs and lifting. You squeal, taken aback by his sudden strength.

He holds you up, carrying you until you're against the wall. Your legs are over his shoulders, his head between your thighs.

You're more puzzled than you've ever been. Spencer is objectively skinny, lanky, long limbed. And here he is, holding you above his head, eating you out like his life depends on it. You're not sure what has happened, but you're enjoying it immensely.

You throw your head back against the wall and whine, rocking your hips into his face. You feel completely safe, caged in by Spencer's body. You tell yourself you'll question him after.

He plays your body like a violin, careful and precise. You thread your fingers through his hair, using your other hand to brace yourself on the ceiling. You're so close you can taste it, vibrating with a need for release.

"Come on, baby," he murmurs against your skin. "Please. Please."

His begging is your trigger, white hot heat searing through your veins. Your hand tightens in his hair and he groans, the sound rumbling through you.

You take a few deep breaths, coming back down to Earth. Spencer grabs your hips and plants you back on your feet effortlessly. You look at him with your jaw dropped, unsure of who the man in front of you is.

"You want to tell me what the hell that was?"

#spencer reid imagine #murphy's 3k celebration #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader fluff #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fic

[elderscrollsconceptart]

This will be a long post but I've been thinking about this since last night.

I get a pit in my stomach when I think about the new Fallout TV show and the chance TES may get a show if the Fallout show is super successful.

I've been hearing the show has been pretty good, but ive also heard some grim rumblings and worries about certain directions Bethesda/Amazon are taking lore-wise in the Fallout show. Apparently Todd has said everything in the show is canon.

I've not watched it myself as I'm not a huge TV watcher in general, but I don't know if I want to see Bethesda or an outside studio make massive changes to TES lore which affect both past and future installments in TES purely for the sake of "making good TV".

I am most certainly not a "modern Bethesda" hater or of the opinion that modern TES/Fallout games are bad. I pretty much love them all. (I even enjoyed Starfield, huge glaring flaws and all!)

I genuinely believe they are trying their best to make fun games. I also understand they have had a lot of struggles over the past decade+, particularly in company direction and budgeting of necessary resources (pre-Microsoft acquisition).

The old Zenimax upper management was awful (Trumps brother was literally on the Zenimax board of Directors before he died). And infamously refused budget allocations towards serious game engine improvements that were desperately needed. Bethesda has had alot of struggles but I feel they have always tried to do the best they can, even if the final result is middling.

I am also not a Todd hater. Even if he's not necessarily the best game designer, he has a lot of heart and passion and seems to genuinely care about Bethesda and its employees. I am glad he seems to have a genuinely good relationship with Microsoft and I have high hopes for Bethesda's future in the long term.

All that said, there are just certain changes that can happen when "Hollywood comes knocking" per se., even if most of the main creative decisions still come from Bethesda. TV shows can be fantastic and lauded with praise but if they are based on an established property with established lore, they often ultimately go in creative directions which negates the lore and other non-TV entries in the series.

Just look at GOT. It started off amazingly, and GRR Martin had a direct hand in all the early series. It was the best show on TV until suddenly GRR was no longer involved directly and the show runners started making their own decisions. They started ignoring established lore and making "changes and improvements" which nose dived the series by the end.

Perhaps I am paranoid, but I can see something similar happening to Fallout if the show is big and keeps getting new series. Furthermore, I hold a deep dread that TES may be next. Just think, how many people talk about GOT anymore? How many people are hyped for the next book(s) in the series? The books didn't get bad right? Only the TV show did.

But that's my point. If Fallout or TES have these big smash initial hits on TV but begin to fail after a while, it damages the series as a whole, not just the TV show. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to see TES/Fallout TV shows be nothing but great. I just worry as I've been hearing of major major lore changes being made by the Fallout show. These changes are irrevocable and utterly change the lore of that series, and not necessarily for the better. I'll try to refrain from further judgment on that, but I'll leave with this question:

What if TES had a super quality and popular TV show which negated large parts of pre-Oblivion lore? Suddenly, due to the show, innumerable people/places/things which were iconic to the TES series were no longer around or perhaps not even canon anymore? What if those things were just lost or written off for the sake of a TV show?

As a fan of TES, and maybe even of that TV show, how would that make you feel?

I'm am not trying to stir controversy here, but I think we as a fandom need to have more public discussions about this. We also need to be prepared to not dump on any new changes to the series or lore without giving them a fair shake. Something being "new and different" does mean its awful. Changes can be good or bad but they must be carefully considered.

I hope this new Fallout show's premiere will provide us a good chance to consider the future of TES media and lore outside the games before any changes are announced or made.

#the elder scrolls #tes #television #fallout #fallout tv show #elder scrolls tv show #tesblr #worries

[agirlandherkinks]

Controller Rumble (Breast Expansion)

Collab with @tabbycatpuppy, where we both wrote put our own spin on a story prompt :) Link to her story at the bottom of this Featuring: Characters I might not use again but tbh they're kinda fun (Lucy the human (she/her) and Cinnamon the anthro dog (also she/her))

Lucy and Cinnamon had always been close. They'd been practically inseparable since they met in high school, and when Lucy came out Cinnamon was there for her at every step of her transition. She taught her how to style her hair, despite having soft brown fur herself ("Trust meeee Lucy, I watched human girls like you do it all the time!"), dragged her to the shops for wardrobe makeovers, and discovered that baring her teeth worked amazingly at warding off weirdos. Neither of them were interested in dating, but they found each other sexy and were more than happy to hook-up (although all the fur occasionally made Lucy sneeze). And to celebrate 10 years of friendship, Lucy got her hands on something special.

"So, Cinn." Lucy stood between the TV and Cinnamon, who was reclining upside down on the lounge, ears perked. "We've known each other for a long time now, and I need to say I can't imagine anyone kinder, or sweeter, or more fun than you. I feel incredibly privileged to know you, and so I wanted to make today special." Clearing her voice and wiping moisture from her eyes, she pulled out a pair of game controllers from the front pocket of her cow-print dress. "You're still into breast expansion right?" Cinnamon's eyes widened to saucers, and she launched herself at Lucy with her tail wagging uncontrollably.

Half an hour later, after they managed to detach themselves, they had the controllers set up and were ready to play. Both controllers were solid black, contoured, and surprisingly comfortable to the touch. Cinnamon's however, connected to a collar around her neck of the same material, with a stylized little dog bone hanging off it. Lucy booted up the console, and Cinnamon's devices gave off a soft rumble and began glowing violet.

"If these things work like they say they will, every time you lose a game your collar will do... something, and your tits should grow."

"If I lose. You're gonna have to work for this one, cutie." Cinnamon gleefully navigated to Super Smash Bros, eliciting an eyebrow raise from Lucy at the name, followed by a groan as she remembered how bad she was at it. Most controllers weren't even made for paws, but from watching Cinnamon's furry digits pilot her character and grind Lucy's into the dust, you would have thought there was no difference. Cinnamon 1 - Lucy 0.

Cinnamon 2 - Lucy 0.

Cinnamon 3 - Lucy 0...

...

Cinnamon 9 - Lucy 1!

Lucy cheered while Cinnamon stared at the screen in disbelief, competitive pride having made her completely forget why they'd started playing in the first place. But then her collar tightened against her throat and began gently rumbling, sending strange sensations through her body. The vibrations settled in her nipples, causing her to gasp as it began sexually stimulating her. Then, she let out a startled "Yip" as her breasts expanded from B's to C's in a mere second, pushing against the cropped tube top she was wearing. Panting and trembling, she locked eyes with Lucy and grinned lopsidedly. "That was. So. Fucking cool."

Cinnamon 10 - Lucy 1.

Cinnamon 10 - Lucy 2!

Cinnamon was ready to change this time, although the rumbling was stronger than before. Her tongue lolled in pleasure as her tits exploded out again to D cups, feeling heavy and warm as she struggled to adjust to her new weight. She could see her nipples poking through her clothes, and let out an involuntary whine from how sensitive they were when she pawed at one. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Lucy trembling a little, and made sure to tease her by 'absentmindedly' squishing them. It was only to work Lucy up, but Cinnamon couldn't deny that it made herself hornier than expected.

Cinnamon 11 - Lucy 2. Cinnamon barely won, and that was only because Lucy was more distracted by her tits than she was.

Cinnamon 11 - Lucy 3.

Cinnamon whined loudly, as the collar rumbled more and more intensely. Not only was it literally making her boobs quiver and bounce into each other, but she could feel the pulsations spread to her pussy, pleasantly massaging every inch of her insides. She panted, pressing her back against the lounge as the vibrations suppressed all conscious thought, carrying her away on a wave of bliss. Lucy, eyes wide, slowly reached over and scratched Cinnamon behind her ears, eliciting a pleased growl from whatever primal part of her brain was currently in control. Cinnamon moaned as she grew once more, her top skintight around her burgeoning E-cups. It took much longer for her to calm down, and even then she felt much flightier, disorientated, and horny than before. The weight of her breasts, and the sensation of how the fabric streeeeeeeetched to contain them was... distracting to say the least.

"Hey, Lucy~?" she panted.

"What is it Cinn?" Lucy replied, clearly struggling to not stare at her friend's burgeoning chest.

"One more game? Aaah~" Cinnamon leaned forward and gasped, the motion having made her tits wobble and bounce and briefly shorting out her brain.

They picked up their controllers, but from the start it was obvious that the canine didn't have much fight left in her. Her boobs partially blocked her view of her controller, and every motion sent them bouncing and brought a low whine out of her. Lucy was struggling to focus too, next to such an erotic scene. She was hyper-aware of the sway of Cinnamon's breasts, the desperate noises echoing in her throat, and was she... rubbing herself through her booty shorts? It was too much. They had to finish now.

Cinnamon 11 - Lucy 4.

Cinnamon began quivering again as her collar activated, looking wide-eyed at Lucy as she loomed over her. Lucy bent down, and pulled up one of her friend's ears to whisper, "I need you."

Cinnamon's only response was a strangled "please~", awareness already fading from her eyes as her tits jiggled and cunt throbbed. Lucy moved her friend so that she laid on her back, then climbed onto the lounge with her. Rubbing Cinnamon's belly, she asked in a patronizing tone of voice "Who's a good girl? Is it you? Is it you?" The doggirl barked happily, feeling proud at the tone but not understanding the words in her haze. Lucy smiled lustfully as she hiked up her dress and pulled out her cock. Cinnamon moaned as Lucy pulled down her shorts, dispelling all thought of foreplay from the human as she unconsciously rammed into her pussy. She gasped, feeling how intense the rumbles coursing through Cinnamon were. She thrust, again and again, fondling her friend's tits, whispering encouragement in her ears, sending waves of pleasure into their already addled minds. And then, Lucy felt Cinnamon's pussy convulse and clamp around her dick, as the doggirl howled with pleasure. Her tits rocketed to F-cups, breaking her shirt, and soaked Lucy with juices from her orgasm as she mindlessly pawed her furry, heaving chest. Lucy slowed down, then disengaged, gently cupping Cinnamon's snout as consciousness returned to her eyes.

"Have fun?" Lucy asked.

Cinnamon giggled, turning over and reaching into her bag, "You didn't cum, did you?"

"Nope", she responded slightly ruefully, starting to settle her dress back over her legs.

"Good." The canine's eyes took on a predatory gleam, and her paws moved in a blur and fastened something around Lucy's neck.

Lucy jerked her head and stood up, and was surprised to hear a jingling follow her. She tentatively touched her neck, and found a cow bell and collar. Blushing a deep crimson, her eyes tracked to her controller, now held in Cinnamon's hands.

"I maaaaay have also bought one of these bad girls for you. Why else do you think I asked you to wear cow-print?" The doggirl licked her lips, then settled on the floor to watch the show, tail wagging.

The controller lit up.

Lucy gasped as her collar started rumbling, faster and faster and faster, until it felt like a constant buzz. She collapsed on all fours as sensations rushed through her faster than she could process, moaning loudly as her nipples and cock began to vibrate. Anxieties, worries, thoughts, all of them swept out of her brain under the sensations, and she gasped in amazement as a pressure mounted in her chest. With one, two, three sensual moans, the human's tits inflated from A-cups to D-cups, pressing against the fabric of her dress with nipples double their original size. The sheer joy of getting so big brought tears to her eyes, and she would have cried if the vibrating hadn't spread and distracted her. She felt rumbling on top of her head, and winced as it felt like something had pushed through it. The same thing happened above her ass, but she could... feel something there? Turn her head, out of the corner of her eye she saw a... tail? And bringing a hand to her head, she distinctly felt little horns. She sighed in delight as she willed her tail to give an experimental sway, and it obeyed.

Another wave of pleasure went through her body as her tits expanded again, and with only one arm to hold herself up she buckled onto her chest. The feeling of her nipples vibrating against the ground was euphoric, and she adjusted her legs so her cock could get the same treatment. It felt so good. Getting bigger was so nice. She needed to...

"Moooooooooooooo~"

Lucy let out a long, low, moo as her tits grew and smooshed into the ground, reveling in living out hucow fantasies she'd thought impossible. Her dress had finally shredded, revealing a pair of massive breasts that strained against a tiny cow-print bra. She mooed more as she grew to G's, then H's, gasping in delight as she saw milky spots leak onto the carpet. And it felt like her panties were getting tighter and tighter and tighter, like her dick was growing too...

She felt something pull her head up by the horns, and stared into a pair of beautiful big brown eyes. Cinnamon, her foggy brain said, the prettiest girl ever... Lucy smiled sleepily, tail flicking in content.

"Ok Lucy," the doggirl said with visibly false coolness, "You can't just writhe there all day and tease me like that. Do you wanna fu-" The hucow burst into motion, shoving her friend to the ground and going straight for her pussy. Cinnamon barked in surprise, then lapsed into a euphoric silence. It felt like a giant, meaty vibrator had been shoved inside her, relentlessly stimulating her clit and G-spot. Her eyes rolled in her head and she started moving unconsciously, twisting around to get to Lucy's tits. She grabbed one and started sucking on an engorged nipple, gulping spurts of fresh, clean milk. Each tug brought a moan and a thrust from her friend, until they settled into a hazy rhythm, surrendering control to their desperate bodies. The cock inside Cinnamon and the boobs she was suckling kept expanding, as the collar struggled to compensate for all the growth Lucy needed. And each time it would bring a scream of pleasure from one or both of them, sending them to greater highs and a greater frenzy, tails lashing against the ground and the air and their own bodies.

And then, in a moment that felt like it lasted forever, the collar rumbled one final time. And they came together, with a moo and howl of delight.

Huffing and weak from their exertions, Cinnamon managed to push her torso upright. She smiled tenderly at her friend, who clearly needed a while to come down from that experience, and nuzzled her cheek. Surveying the room, the shredded clothes, stains on the floor, couch that she hadn't even known they'd overturned, the canine giggled. Worth it, she thought. And when she read the controller manual, she laughed out loud.

Apparently you needed to win two games in a row to reverse the effect of one game's loss. And Cinnamon would make her hefty friend earn all 18. But looking at those sexy mountains of flesh spilling from Lucy's chest, she wondered if she'd be willing to keep a few cups...

Link to tabbycatpuppy's story :)

#breast expansion #expansion #cock expansion #hucow transformation #ally's kinks

[steve-smackdown]

Welcome to STEVE SMACKDOWN!!!

This is the place for all your favorite characters named Steve to fight! Rules listed below the Google Form.

Rules about submitting:

1. Your character must be named Steve in some way. This includes: Steve, Steven, Stephen, Stefan, Stefano, Stevie, and Steph. Asks will be open and if anyone has any other form of Steve, they can ask if it’s okay.

2. No DreamSMP or Harry Potter characters.

3. Real people are allowed. However, they have a much lower chance of getting in, in favor of fictional characters.

4. You can submit multiple characters, just don’t send in the same character multiple times in a row.

5. Submissions will end one week from now on July 18, at 1:00 PM EST.

6. If you have any questions, send me an ask!

Quick side note: Do not submit these 4 characters as they’re already guaranteed to make it into the tournament.

1. Steve (Minecraft)

2. Steve (Wii Sports)

3. Steve (Blue’s Clues)

4. Steel Vengeance (Cedar Point) [Commonly abbreviated to SteVe by rollercoaster enthusiasts like myself]

Tags of inspiration under the cut:

@orangecharactersmackdown @obscurecharactershowdown @artificialkids-2k23-official @throat-goat-gauntlet @cut-content-contest @corrupt-officials-brawl @ultimate-poll-tournament @john-battle @best-bff-brawl @redcharacterbracket @retirement-home-rumble @best-bff-brawl @unlikely-adversaries-bracket @dwampyverse-tournaments @evil-doppelganger-duel @favcharacterpoll @ferbracket @generic-man-in-suit-battle @i-mustache-your-opinion @patheticmenscuffle @super-smash-bracket @siblingshowdown @the-worst-bracket @themiiofalltime @tournament-winners-tournament @videogamedogbracket @weird-al-song-tourney @worst-room-tournament

and also @blue-character-brawl @facial-hair-fight @jamesbracket and (the now defunct) @unluckiest-character-ever because they’re all me

#steve smackdown #competition #tournament #tumblr competition #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament

[allthenamesithinkofaretaken]

There Was an Attempt:

Second Meeting

[ Death/ Muerte (Puss in Boots) x Immortal! Reader]

(Changed his name to Muerte instead of Death because I think it's more fitting. I also don't know if this is what you mean by 'more' like a part 2 to the immortal reader but that's what I did lol.)

The day had been long and tiresome, and most of the customers had already gone for the night after another fight broke out. She rolled her eyes, an exhausted sigh pushing past her lips as she moves onto wipe at the next table. Stars, why did she think it was ever a good idea to own a bar?

Slinging her towel over her shoulder, she walked behind the counter, grabbing the glasses and wiping them down before she puts them away in a drawer.

Patting her hands together, she looked over at the darkness of her bar, trying to see if there were anything else she missed to clean.

"I guess that's it for the night then," she huffed. Thinking about home already made her miss the softness of her bed. She wondered if she should finish the book she was currently reading, but then again, tomorrow was a Saturday and she had to restock some of the food for the chef by morning, and stars know that she couldn't just read one chapter of a book.

About to head home for the night, she walks to the backdoor to lock it up, about to turn and head out when a familiar whistle cracked through the silence of the bar, the fire atop the candle in front of her blowing out as he appeared.

She grinned, turning around to greet him when he presses the familiar blade of his sickle against her neck, her lower back pushing against the counter behind her.

Clicking her tongue, she places the tip of her finger on his blade, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, we've already established that that doesn't work." Pushing the blade down, she looks into his eyes, as bright red as she remembered, glowing underneath the shadows of his hood. "Now come on, do you want to take a seat and have a drink?"

Muerte huffs, rolling his eyes with a shake of his head as he sheathes his sickles, taking a seat on the stool he had previously sat on, pulling his hood down as he runs his hand down from the top of his head to his eyes. "Why else would I be here?"

"And here I thought you came to see little ol' me." She grabs a wooden mug from the drawers, filling it with his drink of choice in a nearby peg, batting her eyelashes teasingly at him with a sickeningly sweet smile. "You wound me, Muerte."

A chuckle pushes past his lips as he lifts the drink to his lips, taking a sip, the bitter taste of the alcohol feeling more than welcome.

"You look exhausted," she quipped, wanting to break the silence.

"So do you," he retorted, and she snickered, nodding her head in agreement.

"Bar fight earlier, had to break it up before they smashed a hole in the wall." She motioned her hand over to the far right where he could see a broken table just there on the side. "I'll have Corin take that out before opening tomorrow. "

"Why? Can't lift it all by yourself?" He grinned, teasing as he takes a sip of his beverage.

(Y/n) scoffs. "Just because I'm immortal doesn't mean that I have the full 'magic human' package— I don't have super strength. "

Muerte let's out a low rumble of a chuckle, and to her surprise, he stands from his seat, gulping down the remaining liquid in his tankard before placing it back on the counter. He walked over to the broken table, and she watches, amused, as he barely breaks a sweat hoisting it up in his shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping," he shrugged. She walks out from behind the counter to follow him outside, watching as he places it dowm beside the rest of the trash, patting his hands together with a satisfied grin.

"I don't owe you for this now, do I?" She teased.

"You could pay me with your life," he retorts, holding a paw out towards her. (Y/n) snickered, smacking his hand back.

"You know I'd give it to you if I could," she hummed then turned to walk back inside, Muerte following closely behind her as she did. "But for now, how about a free drink?"

"Sounds like a good bargain to me," he walks back towards the bar, sitting back down on the stool he had occupied before and watching as she prepares him another tankard, sliding it towards him afterwards.

She watches as he takes a sip from his drink, and from the way his eyes stared blankly on the wall in front of him, she could tell that there was something in his mind. The exhaustion radiated from him in waves that she never thought she would ever see the personification of death ever have, a part of her feeling a sting of guilt for having him carry the table outside.

Finally, she decides to break the silence. "You said you'd find a way to kill me,"

"I did,"

"Well is it by boring me to death?" She teased, and he couldn't help the laugh that pushed past his lips.

"Would you rather have me scare you to death?"

"Anything else but sitting in silence," she shrugged. "I've been doing that most of my living life, I don't think I'd want it to be my cause of death, too."

Death turned to her, intrigued. "Are you so eager to die?"

"Well it beats living a repetitive day to day basis," she huffed, leaning forward in the counter where he was, a glint of mischief shining in her eyes. "Unless you want to live it with me, of course."

"I see you still aren't bored with flirting with me,"

(Y/n) laughed. "I mean it's worth a shot, at least I know you won't die on me."

Muerte almost chokes on his drink, coughing up and hitting himself in the chest as (Y/n) laughs in the background.

"Easy there, Muerte. And here I thought you would be the one to kill me and not the other way around."

He grumbled, shaking his head as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I would if I could find the reason why you're immortal in the first place," Muerte huffed, pulling one lip to the side and seeming to contemplate his words before speaking. " Are you sure you're human? Did your parents do anything when you were a kid that might've triggered this?"

(Y/n) thought about it for a while, grabbing his empty tankard and seeming to play with it in her hands, then shrugged. "As I said, it's been so long that everything is muddy, but if they did tell me about it even the slightest clue, I'd either would have known about it by now or didn't catch it at all. "

Muerte sighed. "Right," he huffed. He looked out the windows that showed the empty streets outside, and he wondered if he should go. He'd been taking a break far longer than he'd anticipated.

"Hey, if you can't find a way to kill me, it's fine," her voice cuts her off his thoughts, turning to look at her as she gives him a small smile. "I don't know if it's fine for you seeing that you were so worked up about my immortality when you were here the last time, but I'm honestly fine living a few more hundred years." She paused looking away as she lifts a hand to the back of her neck. "So long as you visit me from time to time... if you want."

Of all the times she's flirted with him, she was never this embarrassed, and he could feel a small smile tugging up his lips as a chuckle pushes past his lips at the sight. Well, it's not like he has anything better to do in his free time.

"Of course," He grinned, removing the look of excitement that crossed her face when he flicks her nose, a laugh escaping him as she curses him under her breath. "I mean someone has to check if you're keeping out of trouble."

"I asked for a friend not a babysitter," she poked her tongue out at him, and he huffs out a laugh, pushing himself off his tool and standing on his feet. He raised the hood to his head, his hands finding their way to the sickles that hung on his hips.

"Hey, you're getting both, that's the jackpot for me."

"I'd call it a jackpot if you add a kiss on the lips on the list," She winked, but instead of recoiling like he usually did, he laughed, tilting his head to the side as he smirked.

"Remind me in a hundred years and I might. "

Before she could think of replying, he turns, walking towards the door with that familiar tune on his lips, leaving (Y/n) on the counter, baffled, eyes wide and lips parted in a small 'o'.

"Oh shit," she huffed. "I need a pen and paper."

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#puss in boots death x reader #puss in boots the last wish x reader #puss in boots death #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots #pib:tlw #puss in boots muerte #puss in boots muerte x reader #muerte x reader #death the wolf #death x reader

[ghostherlig]

some more random hcs!!

bc im going to be away from my pc for like a week and wont be able to write until i get back home :')

please enjoy some more poly earth champs 😌 (under the cut bc idk how long this is going to be- update: it's long :))

raiden picks up sayings and swears from each of his bfs- the first thing he picked up was kenshi's small curses in japanese, to which kenshi, when he first heard, gasped and asked "who taught you that?!?" before realizing raiden was repeating what kenshi had said a few (thousand 🙄✋️) times before

raiden also picks up johnny's internet lingo/slang and sometimes uses it- also picked up the "get in the bed" jokes from johnny (ie, "i'll show you (insert adjective here), get in the bed")

lao and raiden already talk like they're the same person, but raiden sometimes mimicks how lao says things- like tone, intonation, sometimes will even pitch his voice to match lao's

kung lao is a fiend when it comes to video games- has the most number of smash bros wins and wears that crown with pride (lao mains king dedede and kirby, johnny plays king k rool and bayonetta, raiden plays ice climbers and pikachu, and kenshi plays mr game n watch (theres a blind joke in there somewhere) and luigi)

kenshi actually really likes playing games- he's a very playful and coy person at heart and when he's comfortable his cheeky nature appears and always gets his bfs to laugh and swoon- he's also very funny when he's comfy

when johnny gets super comfy, he coos similar to a pigeon- it's always quiet and usually unintentional but whenever one of his bfs ctach the sound they melt- kenshi rumbles when he's comfy, almost like a purr before it trails into a sigh (and then a nap), lao stretches out and does this minute long sigh, and raiden grumbles before he fully settles

their coffee/tea preferences!! johnny needs his coffee, and he usually does it without syrups- just black coffee with extra espresso shots or a plain latte- johnny got lao into coffee but lao likes the fun syrups a lot and really loves when johnny makes him caramel macchiatos- raiden and kenshi are the resident tea drinkers 😌 raiden drinks mostly green tea since it's a nice boost for him in the morning, but kenshi has discovered london fogs and he cant go back- he saves his green teas for the afternoon or evening when he wants that lil boost

kenshi and johnny are both fantastic cooks, but raiden and lao can bake like no one's business- raiden really enjoys making bread and lao likes making cookies- often they can be found gossiping with sugar and butter beating in the stand mixer

kenshi will make ramen for his bfs during winter or when one of them is sick- it's his family's recipe and he's perfected it

johnny has the singing voice of someone on radio in the 40's and all of his bfs swoon whenever they catch him singing, especially when it's later in the evening and johnny is dancing in the kitchen to sinatra

raiden plays the kalimba!! he knows all sorts of songs from howl's moving castle to claire de lune and he usually plays in the afternoon- kenshi will always smile when he's drinking tea in the living room and hears the soft tinkling from upstairs

favorite sodas!! lao loves dr pepper- johnny is a coke drinker through and through, raiden likes sprite and ginger ale, and kenshi usually gets root beer or fruity sodas

the first time johnny took kenshi to a Mitsuwa the man was skeptical, but he found it had a lot of stuff he missed from home- johnny would've bought the whole store if it made kenshi happy

johnny begged madam bo for a few of her recipes (lao and raiden's favs) and he spent weeks with her near perfecting them before he cooked them for lao and raiden at home- they both cried (and so did johnny)

when kenshi is off around the world working with jax, lao will call him spontaneously just to fill him in, usually when johnny and raiden are napping or when he really misses kenshi- sometimes kenshi can hear how much lao misses him even though he doesnt say it :(( he always promises he'll be home soon and will blow a kiss through the phone

johnny has a huge walk in closet that he encourages his bfs to use also- johnny loves when any of his bfs "accidently" grab one of his shirts and wear it for a day- they all end up wearing each other's clothes anyway

raiden and lao are plant dads- they have a lucky bamboo plant in the kitchen and a few trees and a mint plant scattered through out the house- there's also eucalyptus in their giant shared bathroom which johnny cannot live without now that he has it

kenshi is the reason the other three love the smell of incense- kenshi used to burn some whenever he was really stressed (like once a week to a month) and he always smelled like incense- now his bfs will burn some when they miss him

johnny loves when his bfs sleepily talk to him in their native languages- he's picked up a bit from each of them and can make out a few sentences but really just loves how they sound-

johnny does math for fun (phd in quantum mechanics) and sometimes his bfs will find notes around the house of numbers and equations that mean nothing to them- but they keep a pile in a drawer somewhere bc they like johnny's loopy hand writing

johnny will slip into german when he's drunk- like full accent and everything- he's barely conversational in german sober though so when he watches videos of himself the next morning he has no idea what he's saying

kenshi hates bugs- like cant stand roaches or spiders- for the longest time johnny dealt with them for him when they lived together

lao makes fun of kenshi for jumping or getting anxious around spiders and roaches but he also gets jumpy and anxious around spiders and roaches

kenshi has his phone auto read texts and johnny will send awful texts when the house is in dead silence- like johnny will be upstairs or in the bathroom and kenshi will be in the kitchen or living room making food or relaxing and suddenly his phone will go off with nonsense or pick up lines over and over again and johnny is laughing somewhere in the house and kenshi is sighing trying not to laugh

raiden likes making mead at home- he's also dabbled in making beer and wine but he prefers mead bc he likes how simple the recipe is and how he can switch out the fruits depending on the season

johnny just doesnt like regular cows milk, so he always has a milk substitute available for himself- at first he was all about almond and oat milk but then he realized he could just use coconut milk and coconut cream for things.... he's a changed man

they all patch each other up after missions- usually it's a quiet affair and they all just soak up being home and safe together again, but other times it can be loud and boisterous or sometimes an argument will break out if someone was injured for a stupid reason (like when johnny broke a rib taking a hit for lao, or when raiden almost got thrown off of a cliff after taking on like five assailants at once)

johnny runs super hot, kenshi runs super cold, lao's thermoregulation is honestly impressive, and raiden says he's fine but his fingers and toes get cold hella fucking fast

despite lao being the one with the chakram hat, johnny's hands are the most scarred thanks to split knuckles, clumsy moments with sharp objects, his loose use of knife safety while cooking, and how often kenshi and him used to spar at wu shi

the only bf without a single tattoo on his skin is lao- kenshi has his body murals, johnny has a few small ones that can be covered by make up, and raiden has a small smiley face on his ass cheek after losing a bet to lao

when talking about his bfs to jax, kenshi never specifies until jax asks- so kenshi will go on and on about how one of his bfs has been getting into this new show, and jax will have to use context clues to be able to tell if it's johnny, raiden, or lao-

johnny plays with the press a bit by mentioning his bfs in passing but almost as if he's talking about one dude- it's a whole thing when he breaks that he's in a polycule

kenshi doesnt like being on camera, so often photos with kenshi are cropped or taken with his head/face/tattoos out of frame- the most kenshi interacts with fans is when johnny does short lives and kenshi will talk to them there while johnny reads the comments to him

raiden and lao always crash johnny's lives- lao and johnny will chat with ppl and raiden usually sits nearby but also doesnt love being on camera- so he's given his privacy unless he tells johnny otherwise

the four are well known at the closest ER- johnny is very clumsy and living with antique swords, a chakram hat, several super sharp kitchen knives, and a lot of glass antiques as well can lead to a lot injuries- the night nurse knows the four of them fairly well and johnny is always sure to send her little gifts during the holidays and on her birthday- she's like an honorary fifth member of their lil family

unless he's cooking, going out, or working out, raiden leaves his hair down- all three of his bfs love running their hands through it

johnny does skin care nights for his bfs- he pampers himself and all of them with face masks and special treatments, they make a night of it and order in and put some music on while they chill in comfy clothes and indulge in self care

kenshi is a master at massages- his bfs are always spoiled if they complain of back pain or sore muscles-

lao will make cookie dough if he cant sleep, and several times all three of his bfs have caught him up at 4 am leant over the counter mixing chocolate chips into cookie dough before shoving the bowl in the fridge and getting dragged back upstairs

kenshi smokes sometimes when he's stressed or needs to think smth over- johnny used to smoke and sometimes joins kenshi outside just for the smell, though johnny has stolen cigarettes before when he was a little too stressed with work

raiden and lao are always dragging johnny and kenshi away from work late at night- they both overwork themselves and it's always "one more thing" until it's 2 am and then raiden and lao go and drag them off to bed

lao has music going 24/7- it's impossible to catch him without an ear bud in (he listens to all sorts of music but johnny and kenshi introduced him to rap and dad rock and that's a good portion of his music)

lao also listens to a lot of hip hop and can be caught dancing around the house to whatever is playing

that's all i got for now- it's almost 2 am for me so now i must go to bed lmao, but i love polychamps so much 🥺💖

#johnshi #railao #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #kung lao #mk1 #ghost's ouija board #johnrailaoshi

[mattbracket]

Welcome to Matt Bracket!

Have you ever wanted to see your favorite Matts fight it out? If so, then this is the place for you! Rules for submitting are under the form link.

Here are your rules for submitting:

1. Your character’s first name MUST be a form of Matt. This includes Matt, Matthew, Matthias, and any other form of the name. Asks will be open if you have any questions about other forms of the name!

2. No Harry Potter and no Dream SMP.

3. Real people are allowed, however they have a much lower chance of getting in than fictional characters.

4. Submit as many characters as you want, just don’t submit the same character over and over again.

5. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have through the ask box!

6. Submissions will end on Sunday, August 6. Date is subject to change if I end up being busy that day.

Also: Do NOT submit these characters. They are guaranteed to make it in no matter what.

Matt (Wii Sports)

Matt (Eddsworld)

Matt (me, the pollrunner) [i don’t expect to get very far but i just thought it’d be funny]

Matt Neff (Papa Louie)

Tags of inspiration below:

@orangecharactersmackdown @obscurecharactershowdown @artificialkids-2k23-official @robot-riot @retirement-home-rumble @hot-take-tournament @every-character-ever-poll @super-smash-bracket @patheticmenscuffle @generic-man-in-suit-battle @cut-content-contest @dwampyverse-tournaments @evil-doppelganger-duel @favcharacterpoll @ferbracket @i-mustache-your-opinion @top-teacher-tourney @john-battle @michaeltournament @throat-goat-gauntlet @the-worst-bracket @themiiofalltime @videogamedogbracket @weird-al-song-tourney

and also @blue-character-brawl @facial-hair-fight @jamesbracket and @steve-smackdown because they’re all me. i really like doing name polls lmao

#mattbracket #tumblr tournament #tournament #competition #poll tournament

[supersmashrumble]

Medea DuSalle

Best Subject: World Literature

Extracurriculars: Smoking Cigarettes Behind the Mall

Raised by the strict fundamentalist Youth Minister, Medea has rejected all religion and become a faithless, nihilistic Goth, much to her mother’s extreme displeasure. Many nights of screaming matches have evolved into a stony silence – Medea spends as little time as she can at home, and when she does, she’s hiding in the shadows of her room. The only thing she hates more than life itself is Paula Tanner. She seems to be the only thing her mother talks about, although she can’t seem to make up her mind. One day, she’s a good Christian who Medea should look up to, and the next day, she’s destroying traditional values and leading good children astray. Medea’s starting to think she should destroy Paula so her mom can finally shut up about her. That goody-two shoes could use a good ass-kicking anyway.

#super smash bros #kid icarus #medusa #kid icarus uprising #goth #high school au #super smash rumble

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The Christmas Rumble

“Alright Alright! Listen up my dearest demon-humans! For the holiday rumble we’ll decide who’s doing what! Now everyone write your names on the pieces of papers and I’ll throw them into my top hat!” 

The former Upper Moons respectfully groaned and cheered as everyone took their respective slips of paper and pens that you had them pass around. Spread across and in front of the circular sofa; the papers made their way around enough for you to collect them all. You made sure to turn around to Muzan who was pouting in the leather arm-chair behind you. 

Flipping your hat off you begin to shake it, full of the names of the humanified Upper Moons. Thanks to whatever mysterious force isekai’d them to your world, their demon statuses had been revoked. Time is reversed for them long before their encounters with the demon slayers. You had gone on long enough without them discovering their origins and you’d like to keep it that way.

“Alright first pick for head of decorations iiiissss–”

“Please let it be me! Please let it be me!” 

It was Daki or Ume who was pleading that it’d be her. You almost felt bad for what you were going to read.

“Kokushibo!”

“Noooo!” 

Daki screamed, glaring at her feet while she dug her nails into her arms. Gyutarou simply put a worried hand over his face; which had a resigned look with a splash of embarrassment. While they weren’t demons anymore they still respected their leader, who was smiling at the 1st Upper Moon. 

“Kokushibo as a decorator, eh?”

Kokushibo refused to look up, while Daki shot a glare in his direction.

“Master…please.”

“Hey Kookie its not so bad!” You decided to pipe in. “You are basically in charge of everyone getting in the Joyful mood! Which is super important this time of year!”

A small smile crept on his face as he looked to you. 

“(Y/n)...”

“Besides I’m always happy to help and you’ll have your assistant!”

“What about me (Y/n)!?”

Hanging on your waist was Daki, no longer having a tantrum on the couch. With no doubt phony tears she hugged at your waist; purposefully making puppy dog eyes up at you. You didn’t mind her forwardness but Muzan did. 

“Daki, you’ll get something I promise. I just can’t give the position to you without being unfair to the others.”

“Who cares about the others? Don’t you love me?!”

The ‘L-word’ had many perking up. Even instigating Sekido to fling his slipper in her direction, lightly plopping off her head. She turned slowly with a growl rising in her throat. Gyutarou also snapped to attention clutching a throw pillow as he glared at the humanized clone.

“Oi oi you looking to lose your hand today!?”

“Guys! Guys!? Come on not now please!”

“Grrr I just washed my hair (Y/n! And it threw it at you too, (Y/n)! Don’t you think it should be disqualified?”

“It?! Why you selfish little b–”

“Watch your tongue or I’ll cut it off!”

You wanted to move between the two, only for your trek to be stopped by Daki who seemed insistent on keeping you in place. Right now it was pillows but you knew it would escalate. Aizetsu looked as though he would cry while Urogi and Karaku began to laugh. Also amused another Upper Moon clapped.

“Ooo how exciting! Who knew assigning positions could be so fun?”

“No! No, Doma this is not fun this is–”

“A mess (Y/n).” Muzan interrupted, matter of factly. “I suggest we should post po-”

“Oh? Are we fighting with pillows now!? What are you all children?!”

You tried again, “Zohakuten…”

“Shut up!”

“Hey don’t tell them to shut-up, brat!” This was Daki still clutching your waist.

“I’m higher than you!”

“So? You can barely reach the table now.”

He growled at her to which she returned the favor. Meanwhile the others were getting quite violent with smashing those pillows against eachother. You’re sure just a second ago you caught Urogi straight-up punching the newcomer Gyokko. You could hear the embarrassed sigh from Kokushibo and the giggles-turning to laughter from Doma. Somehow all were still oblivious to the angry aura surrounding Muzan.

“At this rate there’s only one way to get them to stop.” Akaza spoke earning the attention of those not participating in the pillow-brawl this had become. He shot you a look before looking at the hat and back at you. You smiled nodding your head as you got the message. You took a big breath readying your vocal chords for a much needed shout.

“ALRIGHT! Who ever stops fighting both verbally and physically gets to choose who works with me them as well as their position.”

In a manner of seconds the room had quieted. Gyutarou settling to glare at Sekido who returned the favor. The other iterations of Hantengu settled down as well, leaving Daki to quickly scramble back to her seat. All semblance of fighting had ceased as they waited for your verdict.

You nodded in thanks at Akaza, smugly sending a look towards Muzan who had an unreadable expression on his face. You turned to the group with a triumphant smile. 

“Alright everybody so the winner is–”

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“This sucks! This isn’t fun at all!”

“Stop your whining Urogi and finish your piping! I’m going to be mad if you screw up these cupcakes with your sporadic designs.”

“But your always mad!”

“Shut up!” 

Even though he was shouting at his team it was nice to see…most of Hantengu’s clones working together. Sure, Aizetsu was whining about something, Karaku was playing with dough, and Zohakuten occasionally yelling at the former two. But this was nice. 

A far cry from the usual chaos these four tended to create. 

Speaking of chaos you spotted Douma and Kokushibo dawning their hand-made ugly sweaters as they played (read as: fought over) the soft tape measure. Kokushibo surprisingly took up the task of stitching the ugly sweaters together having found sewing and crochetting as his latest hobby. Douma, after whining about not being able to work with you decided he’d join the 1st Upper Moon. No doubt, totally planning to be the biggest obstacle Kokushibo is going to have to face.

“Oh (Y/n)! We’re working on taking measurements, just come over here and I’ll ack–” 

The blonde was caught in an unrelenting headlock that had him gasping for air. The one performing the headlock, was Kokushibo trying to wrench the cloth tape measure from the other’s tight grip. He casually looked to you and bowed his head.

“I apologize (Y/n) but while we’re on the topic. May I get your measurements?”

You chuckled nervously. “Uh how about I send it to you later, okay?”

Kokushibo nodded, tightening his hold on Douma who had the nerve to whine about it. 

Passing by them you happily watched Daki, rocking a spare cosplay of a bedazzled captain outfit, as she ordered her brother and Gyokko around. Both joined (also read as: blackmailed into joining) her team of decorators. Pointing her manicured index in tandem with her shouting orders only stopping when she saw you in her peripheral. 

“So what do you think? I know you said…whatever you said about tradition or whatever. But I figured some other colors would go better than red and green here.”

“Oh wow. That really is…fantastic.”

That’s all you could conjure as she posed near the mantle that looked as though a confetti canon was turned into a strip of garland. You rubbed at your eyes as you spotted the doorway surrounded by mistletoe. You rejected the urge to shudder. 

“Why all the mistletoe? For the tradition you only need one.”

“She said somethin’ about there being  ‘no case of plausible deniability.’” Gyutarou offered coming down from the ladder he was on. 

He sent an apologetic and tired look as he stared back at his her handiwork. 

“Sorry if this isn’t the look you were going for…she wasn’t exactly willing to honor it.” You both looked to the pink bats she began hanging on the wall. “Like at all.”

A smile spread on your face. “It’s fine. All I wanted was for you guys to make the holiday you’re own. So if your happy that’s all I can ask for.”

A fervent blush spread across his face, forcing his eyes to trail away from you as he kicked at the ground. You were too cute! Before you could ask if he was okay, Gyokko stomped into the room holding one of his many handmade ceramics. That of which resembled a disfigured child painted with a swirl of various colors. If it wasn’t for the…unfortunate inspiration of past memories, you’d say it’d fit perfectly with the theme Daki was going for. 

The head decorator sneered. “Ew you don’t plan to put that near my christmas decor, do you?”

Gyokko obnoxiously growled, ”Shut up! You’ve been telling me from the get-go how to dress this disaster of yours–”

Daki let out an offended gasp. 

“Disaster!? Why you have some nerve! I should just tell (Y/n) how you got your ‘inspiration’ for those misguided portraits you made. ”

“--You wench! Those were a beautiful!”

“They were nude and badly drawn! If I wasn’t destined to see it myself one day I’d draw it just like you–a desperate cretin–would!”

“Guys how about you both—Oh My Gosh!” 

From fingers poking into one another’s chest to kitchen knives they seemed to get a hold of. Moving to intervene, you’re suddenly jerked backwards behind Gyutarou who is arguably getting more red than before. 

“I’ll break it up….you’d be upset if Gyokko bled out right?”

“Yes! Of course I would!”

“Figured. I’ll try to get him out…in some piece.”

He forged on and you were grateful he offered in the first place. Unfortunately just being human against former-demons who’ve successfully killed in their human forms doesn’t make you equal. In fact your more often surprised at the vast difference in strength. 

Speaking of strength you turned your attention to see a ladder tapping haphazardly on the window. You run to the door quickly donning a coat and hat before running out to the ladder by the window. As you suspected Akaza was on there wobbling occasionally as he set the lights. 

Putting your foot on the bottom of the ladder, stabilizing it. The Upper Moon looked down at you. No longer in danger of falling at any time you scold him.

“Akaza! I told you to wait for me! I or my helper would of helped you!” 

He sighed,”I wouldn’t want to bother you or the Master anyway.”

“I’m bothered because you didn’t ask me! I’d also me be more than bothered if you fell down this ladder!”

You’re sure he’s laughing as he finishes putting up the lights, sliding down with expert ease. Still holding onto a leg of the ladder you’re finally face-to-face with the decorator of the outside, smiling smugly as he pushes past you. 

“Thanks for your help (Y/n). Now will you go inside? I wouldn’t want you catch a cold.”

Putting your hands on your waist, you made a face. “Stop acting like I’m made of glass, Mister and let me help!”

He unexpectedly grabs you by your shoulders, easily lifting you up and placing you out of his path.  Shaking his head he reaches for the other lights he left on the ground before beginning to unraveling them. You stomp your foot before catching up to him, you begin to help grabbing the other end of the tangled string of lights.

“Don’t underestimate your helper, Akaza.”

“I never said underestimated you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You playfully nudged him as you began to succeed in detangling it. Missing the way he longingly looks at your focused face you only recognize his sudden change of mood. Following his line of sight you watched the man with fedora beckon you from the door of the house. He stops his creeping hands, the ones that nearly intertwined with yours along with the messy knot of lights.

You debate ignoring him before sending a look to Akaza. He shakes his head giving a woeful smile as he nudges you in the direction of the door. With a dramatized huff you leave the untangled lights to follow Muzan who urges you to follow him into the house.

“Was there actually something you needed me for?”

“Does there have to be anything?”

“I already decided that I’m going to help everyone get ready! What could you possibly need?”

He quirked an eyebrow, casually snatching the hat off your head before turning. Easily dodging your attempts to grab it back as he calmly pretended to study the trim, that had a brand name inscribed.

“I need you. I don’t need any other reason.”

In a desperate attempt you pulled at his sleeve, making his cat like eyes flick to your frustrated face. 

“Well yeah but you kind of do. Everyone needs me today.”

Fasterthan you could comprehend, pale hands unzip your jacket holding you close to his towering form as he peeled it off your shoulders. 

“Perhaps but I always take priority.”

You struggle against him, “No you don’t. Everyone matters-”

He pulls you even closer by the coat, your arms still within the sleeves. Rendering you unable to pull away as you’re trapped by the coat’s design. You looked up at Muzan attempting to hold your stance as the heat of his breath danced at the top of your head and intense gaze stayed on you. 

“Not like I do.”

In swift movements the coat was off of you, Muzan was hanging your jacket, and the door you walked through was closed once more. After a glance you went for the door again only to stop at the grip on your wrist. 

“Muzan.”

“(Y/n).”

You wriggled your wrist as he pulled you close. With his arm wrapped over your chest, he let you struggle as his hold was unrelenting. When you relaxed, you could now feel that heated breath on the lobe of your ear. 

“Are you finished?”

“I-I don’t understand you Muzan.”

“And I, you.”

“Could you just let me go, I want to help everyone.”

“Then you can help me.”

He stepped forward, forcing you to follow his steps as he guided you both to the steps. You stopped struggling after skidding your feet along the floor did nothing to brake his path. 

“What do you need help with?”

He didn’t bother to respond instead opting to tickle your neck with the cool sharpness of his fangs. Threatening to pierce your skin, it was telling enough. You relented, willingly letting Muzan led you to the room he claimed his own. Holding his hand instead you found his stare to be…forgiving. 

“This is the season of giving is it not?”

Strewn on the former-demon’s bed, you held your hand over your heart as if trying to still it’s frantic beating. His pale hands cupped your own, trailing the length of your arm until it led to your shoulder, then to your neck. 

“It is.”

“Then for this Christmas,” he gingerly caresses your jaw. He leans in with his ever-insistent fuschia stare honing on his prey. Swallowing a scream you closed your eyes as he trailed down your neck to the buttons of your shirt. 

“Give yourself to me and only me.”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere kny x reader #yandere kny #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere christmas #yandere kimetsu no yaiba x reader #yandere muzan kibutsuji #yandere gyokko #yandere hantengu #yandere akaza #yandere daki x reader #yandere gyutaro #yandere aizetsu #yandere urogi #yandere doma #yandere upper moon #yandere upper moons x reader

[sathina]

I’ve had this concept in my head for the longest time and you would be the perfect writer for this . So picture this you and jack are at a fancy public event and he’s in a possessive alpha male mood (he’s also just really horny) so he finds a random room to fuck you ( I feel in this concept the reader and jack are married) and the sex is super rough with some breeding kink and dirty talk. BUT the most important part is that in the end you tell jack his cum is running down your thigh so he pushes it back in you with he’s fingers….yup ;)

A quick one

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - when ever, where ever, you're his and he's yours

Warnings - public sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, slightly rough sex, cum play

From the moment you walked through the door Jack hasn't let you leave his side. His arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you as close as possible.

Your hand was holding a glass of champagne, the crystal morphing into your hold as you looked around the room. Men and women dressed in fancy clothes mingled all over the dance floor, some laughing and swaying, others whispering about some serious business.

This wasn't your scene what so ever, but Jack pulled you along. Some charity event for rich people – as he said.

You were leaning against Jack's chest, your feet hurting from the heels you wore. You could feel the soft rumble of his voice as he talked, his hand slowly sliding up and down your arm, sending chills up your spine.

" You good?" You looked behind you to stare into his eyes, the same dark shadows dancing in them, a small smirk pulled across his face.

" Yeah, just a bit tired."

" Well, I know a way to take that tiredness away from you." He breathed into your hair while kissing your neck, the encounter from the side looking innocent and loving.

You chuckled as your fingers ran through his beard, the soft strand of hair slightly tickling your flesh. " You know we can't."

" Maybe not right here under the table, but somewhere a little more private."

" Jack-"

" There's a guy who's been eyeing you the whole night. If we leave and return a little fucked up maybe he'll back off. I don't like the way he's staring." His sight ran to the man who was now talking to someone from the bar.

" So it's your jealousy."

" I call that protectiveness, sweetheart." His hand grabbed your thigh, a quiet moan escaping your lips when he did so. " So what do you say?"

You would be lying if you said that you weren't turned on right now. The way he was so close to you, waiting for the moment you said, yes, to pull and push you, make you completely his even if it was for just a moment.

He was still molding against your thigh, so the only thing you could let out was a quick nod, but Jack still felt it. He felt the slight bop of your head, and when he was sure you were fine with it, he stood up.

His hand reached out to yours, pulling you up and right through the crowd.

" Baby, I can't walk this fast." But he didn't listen. He continued to pull you all the way down the hall, your quick footsteps echoing from the floor.

" Hey, I've been waiting for this bathroom for half an hour. Wait in line." You both looked at the dude standing against the wall. His facial expression slightly angry.

" Look, I get it. But I have this strong urge to fuck my beautiful wife, so-" Jack pulled his wallet out of his pocket, a fifty dollar bill flashing in his hands. " -take this, and piss somewhere else." He turned back to the door, his fist banging on it. " Your time's up. Get out."

Shortly after an elderly lady walked out, Jack not even batting an eye her way only pulled you in.

" I'm so sorry!" You called out before the wooden door shut, a locking sound ringing out later. " What the fuck was that? Fifty dollars?

" Ma, I didn't have any less and it didn't look like he wanted change." He didn't let you speak before smashing his lips against yours. The soft pillows tasted like liquor and sweet vanilla, perfect combination to get you whipped.

His tongue forcefully showed itself into your mouth, it softly moving to grab on to yours. He quickly hoisted you up on the counter, the place so small both of your bodies were pushed together tightly. His hands found your thighs, his lips marked your neck and cleavage, quiet sound escaping you.

It felt like he was everywhere, his touch so rough but yet so loving, making tiny tingles run all over your skin. " Need to fuck you, right now."

Not breaking any contact between you, the both of you fumbled with Jack's belt. The leather smooth and silky under your fingertips. You popped open the button, pushing his pants down, letting him scrunch up your dress. You were now flesh to flesh, both heated and full with lust.

His hooded eyes looked into yours, not giving you any time, his cock pushed itself deep into you, your lace panties previously discarded somewhere on the floor.

Your back hit the mirror with every thrust of his hips, cold glass against your hot skin.

His movements were rough, the fast pace upholding itself as he pulled out your breasts. Your nipples instantly shooting up as a reaction from the cool air. When his tongue latched on to one of them, your back arched, head thrown back, his face right in your chest.

Your moans only grew louder, screaming over every pleasurable hit you recieved.

" Ma, as much as I want that fucker to hear your pretty sounds, these are only for me and me only. So be a good little cock slut, don't make me mad, and shut that mouth." One of his thumbs made its way to your lips, forcefully pushing in as the other abused your clit.

You could feel stars forming when you tried to keep quiet. Jack's thick digit down your throat muffling your babbling.

At one point you thought that you will break the mirror, your body hitting it so hard you knew there would be bruises.

" I can feel you clenching. When I say you can cum, you will. Understand?" You didn't respond so he laughed. " Aww, is my baby too fucked up to give answers. Poor, stupid, little thing."

His words seemed to twist something inside your stomach. It felt new and refreshing, your high slowly climbing up as your frame bucked along his movements.

Your husband's own orgasm seemed to be approaching, his hips losing rhythm with every one of his thrusts.

" Cum." You felt like crying, the euphoric feeling rushing through your veins.

You stayed close to each other for a while, sync breathing in both of your lungs.

He slowly removed himself away from you, a hiss escaping your lips from the loss of contact.

You both fixed your clothing. Lifting up the straps of your dress, you searched for your panties.

" Lookin' for these?" Your eyes caught his hand, the lace fabric around his fingers.

" Give them to me."

" Nah, ah." He stopped you when you tried to reach for them. " I will keep these safe, you walk around bare for a couple more hours and then we go home. How does that sound?"

" Jack, your cum is quite literally dripping down my thigh." When you tried to wipe it off of your leg, he yanked your hand back.

" Now why would you waste something so precious?" His middle and ring finger ran up your inner thigh, collecting the white liquid. " Think about all the lil' babies this could make." His digits traveled to your hole, pushing it and pumping a few times before pulling out. " Open." He slid them in your mouth, sweet mix of your juices swirling on your tongue. " Now get your pretty ass out, and if something drips, you tell me."

Jack patted your butt, his wedding ring glistening with your saliva all over it.

#jack harlow #fanfic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow angst #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Saw you wrote for chainsaw man! In that case, may I request Quanxi and her fiends (if you can, if not Quanxi is just fine) with a female reader where she has to literally knock herself out in battle every time in order to use her devil contract? The devil she has in particular is the nightmare devil, and in order to summon it (could look like whatever horrifying thing you want) she has to literally make herself unconscious. This can either be forcing her to fall asleep mid battle (kind of like Zenitsu) but if there’s too much adrenaline, she’ll literally take a rock or any hard object, and smash her head in order to knock herself out.

Of course, having reader unconscious throughout the entire battle is super dangerous because she’s literally just laying there. So I thought it’d be funny if during battle, Quanxi and her fiends have to protect your sleeping body or play hot potato with you as you fight.

Nightmare Relay

Quanxi and The Fiends x She/ Her Reader

A/N: I love them so much. I wish we got to know more about their day to day and back stories so I could flesh out the characters some more. I loved your hot potato idea. I wish I could have executed it a little better to make it sound as exciting as it looked in my head, but I’m not good at writing fight/ highly choreographic sequences. I gave it my best shot though! Some violence and suggestive themes because it’s Chainsaw Man. Hope you like it! Word Count: 2,262

“This devil is so tedious!” Pingsti sighed resting her head against Quanxi’s shoulder. “I want to go home already!”

“Halloween!” Cosmo seemed to agree, ducking back out of sight of the tantruming devil.

“I know,” Quanxi murmured, mildly annoyed herself.

Did they really have to get out of bed for this? As tiresome as dealing with the Telekinesis Devil was, it should have been someone else’s job. However, the intel was that there might be a piece of the Gun Devil within it, so it only made sense to put the infallible Quanxi and her entourage of girlfriends on the case.

“Does anyone have eyes on (Y/n), Long or Tsugihagi?” She asked, absently studying the sharpness of one of her swords as another earth-rumbling crash nearly swallowing her words.

“Not yet…” Pingsti pouted, her hair swiveled to look over the crumbling wall they were stationed behind, searching for any sign of the other half of their group.

Quanxi hummed in acknowledgment. (Y/n) was probably trying to summon her contracted devil. It would certainly be helpful to have something intangible that the Telekinesis Devil could not blow away by simply looking at it. Hopefully Long and Tsugihagi hadn’t been split up from her so they could assist.

They had gotten separated pretty early on due to the devil’s apparent hatred for city architecture and love for throwing people around in every which direction to watch them splat gruesomely against the walls. Best wishes to whoever’s job it would be to restore any of this mess.

Meanwhile, a couple blocks away, (Y/n) groaned in frustration. Don’t get her wrong, Tsugihagi’s thighs made a wonderful pillow and Long’s gentle stroking of her face felt comforting, but she was very clearly not going to fall asleep on her own with all this chaos going on. Usually, she was pretty good at restricting the amount of sleep she got to make it easier to summon her contracted devil, but after being put through the wringer by her girlfriends the night before, she slept like a baby for several hours.

“Tsugihagi,” she prompted.

The Fiend understood exactly what she was looking for and squeezed down hard on her neck, right over where her carotid arteries laid. The sudden and bruising pressure knocked (Y/n) out almost instantly.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a familiar foggy forest. Spindly tentacles slithered towards her feet from every direction like heat-seeking snakes. They stopped just short of (Y/n), lapping the air near her ankles. Then she heard a noise like a death-rattle, somehow wet yet dry like desert sand and several circular black eyes reminiscent of a spider’s emerged from the fog next, watching her, waiting.

“Hunt.” (Y/n) ordered, stretching her hand outward.

The tentacles quivered faster, excited, they seemed to be if (Y/n) had to guess. The Nightmare Devil seemed oddly canine-like, eager to please, but for a price of course.

Ugh, the nightmares and hallucinations that would plague her for the next several days were going to suck, but hey, devils’ got to eat and this one fed off of fear and paranoia much like any other, just more literally. All in all, it was a small price to pay compared to some of the other possible devil contracts out there. She had her girlfriends to help her through the worst of what would come.

The devil’s eyes receded into the fog, followed by the tentacles, leaving (Y/n) alone once more. Now all she had to do was wait and hope she would wake up after all of this. If the Telekinesis Devil found her body and killed her before Quanxi made the killing blow, she’d have to get used to this bleak purgatory being her eternity.

***

“Halloween!” Cosmo alerted, bringing Quanxi and Pingsti’s attention to the thin, worm-like tentacles wiggling between the grates of a nearby storm drain.

“She’s out.” Quanxi confirmed, standing up, “Let’s move.”

The two Fiends followed Quanxi’s lead into the fray, ready to use the assistance of the Nightmare Devil to their advantage.

They heard the Telekinesis Devil squeal unhappily and followed the sound. The tentacles became as thick as jungle vines, but passed harmlessly though their bodies the further in they went.

“Give meee, give meee!” The devil shrilled, various objects and bodies flying around as she tried to find the devil hunter responsible for these ghostly shackles she could not shake. If not for the power the piece of the Gun Devil gave her, she wouldn’t be strong enough to move.

When the devil finally found (Y/n) laying in a nearby alley, locking onto her form in Tsugihagi’s arms. When Tsugihagi felt (Y/n) begin to be tugged away from her, she swiftly shoved her into Long’s arms and blocked them from view as Long ran off with (Y/n) in her arms.

“Oouuuut of myyyy wayyyyyy!” The devil warbled. She could not manipulate what she could not see! All she wanted was to snap that human’s neck and rid herself of this annoying devil!

She mentally took hold of Tsugihagi and slammed her against the brick wall, fighting against the constricting tentacles to follow where Long had gone.

Thankfully, being a Fiend, Tsugihagi could handle a little rough treatment without any long lasting effects. She slowly began to free herself from the brick wall she had been embedded in and met Quanxi’s eye as she came into view with Pingsti and Cosmo from across the street. She tilted her head in the direction Long had taken (Y/n) and Quanxi nodded in understanding.

They were going to have to kill this devil while tossing (Y/n) betwixt them. Not an unusual occurrence, but again, it could be a tedious affair and they would all much rather be in bed with a bunch of takeout right about now.

“Pingsti, Cosmo, assist Long, please.” Quanxi asked, twirling her swords in her hands.

“Happily!”

“Halloween!”

The two Fiends rushed away and Quanxi helped Tsugihagi the rest of the way out of the wall.

“Come with me.”

Tsugihagi didn’t need to be asked twice. Someone always needed to be available to pull Quanxi’s arrow if need be, though it probably wouldn’t be necessary here. Together they ran after the retreating devil, slowed considerably by the Nightmare Devil’s tentacles.

Long was steadfast as she ran. Ducking behind everything dumpster and turning down every alley in the maze-like debris. As she screeched around yet another corner, she felt a tap against her shoulder and turned to find Pingsti smiling at her, arms ready to receive the precious cargo.

Long carefully deposited (Y/n) in Pingsti’s arms before dragging a corpse from the rubble to use as a decoy. With a final nod, she continued on while Pingsti hid with (Y/n), her hair nuzzling the sleeping woman as she waited for the devil to stalk past their hiding spot to continue pursuing Long.

Unfortunately, the corpse she had been holding had been quite thoroughly crushed and the jostling from her running caused its head to flop off.

“Uh oh…” Pingsti quietly sing-songed as the devil quickly lost interest in Long and began back tracking.

Pingsti tried to slink away with (Y/n), but her foot kicked up some loose gravel and the devil’s head swiveled in her direction. The Nightmare Devil’s snare was becoming more encumbering by the minute, but the Telekinesis Devil had them in her sights now, quickly she took hold of Pingsti in an attempt to get a two for one, but Pingsti pressed a chaste kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek and tossed her away.

“Eep! Cosmo, it’s all you!” Pingsti called, struggling in the devil’s supernatural hold before being carelessly thrown through the air as Long ran after her to ensure a safer descent.

Cosmo jumped from a nearby dilapidated building, springing into action. She could see Quanxi readying herself for a clean maneuver that would surely take the devil back to hell. She shuddered at the thought of that awful place and scooped (Y/n) up, darting away.

The devil screamed in anger, trying to tear at the constricting tentacles only to have them slip through her fingers like mist. She. Would. Not. Lose. Not like this. Not when she had just acquired a piece of the Gun Devil! She was stronger now and she would prove it!

“H-Halloween?” Cosmo gulped as her feet suddenly rocketed away from the ground. She held on to (Y/n) for dear life as the ground grew further and further away.

“Die!” The devil cackled, sending them rocketing back towards the ground at such an intense velocity, that it would certainly cause them to splatter into an unrecognizable puddle.

The devil watched with glee, all too absorbed in her cruelty to notice the disruption of air behind her until it was much too late.

“Don’t!” She warned uselessly, trying to twist out of the way of the imminent strike, but the Nightmare Devil held fast, giving Quanxi just the opening she needed to slice the Telekinetic Devil to ribbons.

Long and Pingsti had regrouped with Quanxi and Tsugihagi during the chaos. The three Fiends jumped and scaled over the crumbling buildings, trying to reach Cosmo and (Y/n) and adjust their trajectory before the ‘splat’ could occur.

Even as Quanxi carved the Telekinesis Devil up, the devil still tried to stop the Fiends from saving the two women still falling from the sky.

Whenever someone tried to make a jump for them to change their trajectory, the devil pushed them away with an array of mental gymnastics. Even if she was going back to hell today, she wanted to at least take one more human with her.

The Nightmare Devil was flinging around her chopped-up body parts like a giddy toddler and she was nearly out of blood, but the Fiend and the human were nearly ready to violently kiss the ground. She would get her wish—

“Ah!?”

The devil blinked sluggishly and Quanxi had seemingly manifested below her speedily falling lovers. Had she been a normal human, she’d probably end up just as dead trying to catch them like this, but she hadn’t quite been normal for some time now.

Quanxi reached up and caught the pair in her arms, spinning with the force of it all. She had hooked her arms behind Cosmo’s back and knees, while in Cosmo’s arms, hugged tightly, (Y/n) still slept, oblivious to the world.

“Halloween.” Cosmo sighed, relieved, nuzzling Quanxi’s bicep.

Quanxi smiled a small, yet no less adoring smile.

“Damn youuuuu…” The Telekinesis Devil cursed with her final breath, then stilled.

The Nightmare Devil grew bored of its no longer wriggling toy and slowly, the tentacles slithered back into the sewers.

“Look, Quanxi!” Pingsti cheered, pressing up against the devil hunter’s back. She presented a small, metallic, fleshy ball. “Look at what the Nightmare Devil rolled to me! A piece of the Gun Devil was here after all!”

“Good job.”

Not wanting to be left out, Long and Tsugihagi joined the impromptu hug, albeit a bit awkwardly, but they were all rather odd and loved all the same.

“Let’s get our money for this so we can go home.” Quanxi murmured, letting her fiends hang off of her as she walked away from the carnage, (Y/n) still sleeping in her arms.

***

(Y/n) awoke with a scream clawing at her throat. Her body coated in sweat and hands all around. She threw a fist up, but it was easily caught in a calloused hand and her other hand was quickly pinned back as well. He legs wouldn’t move either, an unidentifiable weight on each thigh and her chest.

“The Nightmare Devil was just visiting. You’re okay.”

(Y/n)’s eyes shot to the side and when she saw Quanxi in the soft glow of their bedroom, she managed to untense just a little.

“So we… we didn’t fail the job? Everyone is still alive?” Everyone only referring to the people she cared about, of course. The Nightmare Devil really knew how to mess with her head.

“All accounted for, cutie!” Pingsti cheerfully shared, nuzzling her face against (Y/n)’s hand.

(Y/n) moved her head in an attempt to adjust her position and found one of Long’s horns resting against her throat, looking further down, she saw Tsugihagi and Cosmo perched on either leg.

What a relief.

(Y/n) groaned, Quanxi let her slip her hand out of hers to rub at her face.

“No matter how many times I do this, it feels so real every time. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to watch you all die.”

“Halloween.” Cosmo pouted, falling over Long to rest on top of (Y/n) as well, the warmth of her brain radiating near (Y/n)’s cheek.

Tsugihagi stared, unblinking, before slowly descending upon the pile as well and Pingsti, not one to be left out, curled up by (Y/n)’s head with her hand still clutched to her chest.

The warmth and weight of the Fiends was so sweet and comforting, (Y/n) could feel sleep beckoning her once more, but then a firm fingers grasped her jaw and she opened her eyes to see Quanxi hovering over her.

“You only just woke up, don’t go back to sleep. Especially when the Nightmare Devil isn’t through with you yet.”

“Mmm, but I’m tired.” Those nightmares could be so draining…

Quanxi’s eye lit up and a small, sly smirk formed across her face and the Fiends seemed to pick up on her energy and perked up.

“If you think you’re tired now, I can’t wait to see how tired you’ll be in a couple hours.”

#chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man oneshots #csm x reader #csm oneshots #quanxi x reader #quanxi fiends x reader #csm quanxi #requests #anonymous

[bnnuy-beatdown]

Ambershade Arena - Round 0

The ground begins to rumble as a stage emerges from the centre of the lake. Waves crash as water pours down the spiraling stairs. Glowing spikes of amber shine with a magical energy beyond this world.

A golden portal opens up at the Bnnuy Beatdown Mansion Entrance, followed by a gloved hand emerging from it. The entire figure soon appears, revealing a young woman dressed in colourful fabrics and ornate jewellery. She starts moving her hands, casting several small, simple spells in swift succession. Flames weave with frost as she puts on a beautiful show, dazzling the Bnnuy Beatdown contestants.

"Hello everyone!", she begins to speak, "I'm your commentator, host and most importantly, contestant - Laura Löwenzahn. And welcome to Ambershade Arena! Lesser known combatants from across the entire multiverse come here to test their mettle, fight and have fun! Sign ups begin today! So come join us today!"

Rules:

OCs only!

Everyone can submit as many OCs as they'd like!

Combat abilities will be adjusted to all be on a similar level. We can't have gods sweeping the entire bracket.

More Detailed OCs are more likely to get in!

Submissions Open until the Bnnuy Beatdown Finale!

Inspirations: @mysterytournament @masqueradetourney @super-smash-bracket @scrunkly-tournament @ocshowdown @ultimateocpoll

Also tagging: @miserablelittleguythrowdown @sleepsmackdown @tournamentdirectory

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