#grrr grrr growl he says

[ghcstcd]

Big teethies for Aethie!

[gremlingottoosilly]

I go absolutely crazy about your bear price. GRRR, I just love how you write him as masculine and hairy, how he knows what he wants.

Id personally do anything for more bear price, monster au content 😔🫶🎀

Price is horrible! Bear Price is just like this, but even hairier!

One of his best qualities is that he is extremely warm during Winter - you never feel bad while hugging him without any blanket, you always just push your face into his chest and cookware him all night. The best feeling in the world, honestly - especially since he is content with just your pussy and won't use your tight ass unless you asked him, or you've been extremely bratty and had to be put back in your place. He can't afford for his doll to become too unruly, right? He has a captain's reputation to uphold, after all.

He doesn't even need to turn into his monster form to keep you in place - dumb thing, you're scared of him enough to just roll over on your belly every time he as much as wishes for you to do something. It was hard at first, making sure you would obey his every rule - but you soon learned that he can be nice to you if you're doing everything he says. Wearing collar with his name on it, rolling up your shirt to show him your bulging belly(he is so proud to make you pregnant with his cubs so quickly, he will force every last one of his soldiers to shower you with compliments and tell you what a good little mate you are. it also doubles as a humiliation because you're so freaking embarrassed to have these monsters palming your belly and groping your hips...captain would growl at them to be nicer, but it's not doing a lot)

[bedoballoons]

A/n: The livestream has got me on my knees for Wriothesley, like oh my gosh this man is so fine!! So uh...hehe heres a little something I thought of while watching...

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Grrr~༺}

Nsfw! MDNI! Top Wriothesley! Bottom Afab reader, but GN pronouns! Handcuffs, fingering, punishment, rough sex, no protection, a bit of degradation and threats! Reader is a prisoner! This is written before his release so may be a little ooc!

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𑁍༄Wriothesley:

You moaned loudly as Wriothesley slid his large digits inbetween your pretty little light pink folds, pumping them in and out of you at a speed that left you unable to think straight, your wrists stinging as you struggled against the metal confines of the cuffs that kept you trapped against the bedframe. Your wet heat dripping off his fingers and onto the dingy bedsheets you'd been forced to use, the sounds of him spreading you so forcefully like a melody in his lust crazy mind. He just wanted you so bad, the large tent in his pants throbbing with need to the point he could barely keep himself from shoving his full length into you right then, he wanted to make sure you never broke the law again...

"Mnnn~ Wriothesley!" You gasped, watching as he released his member from its fabric confines, his impatience getting the better of him, "Shush, did I tell you you could talk inmate? Cause I sure as hell don't remember telling you." His voice was authoritative, threatening in a way that had you shaking your head in fear and left your pussy throbbing for attention. He could help but smirk in delight at the sight of you, his dick sinking so deep into your heat that you could see stars and he didn't give you even a moment to adjust, his pace absolutely unforgiving.

"Mmhgghn!" You screamed, his thrusts slamming your body against the mattress as he fucked you silly, your brain turned to nothing but mush, tears welling up in your glazed over eyes and your hands holding onto the cuffs for dear life. Wriothesley was enjoying himself immensely, your tight gummy walls clamping around his length in a way that had him growling with greed, "Filthy criminal...so wet for me when all I'm doing is punishing you for your crimes, honestly what a dirty whore."

You couldn't even say a word back, only loud moans and breathless gasps able to escape your lips, your mouth hung open with ecstasy that burned in your core, 'Nghhh-mnnn! Ahahhh!" His rough hands grabbed your hips harshly, leaving bruises as his cock slammed into you with such force that you came on site, your body shaking and quivering around him. He chuckled as he ruined you further, going until his hot white cum filled you to the brim...

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚He so grrrrrr*⁠.⁠✧

(Should I make a version where he's a bottom? 0w0 )

[l3viat8an]

Hear me out- HEAR ME OUT- those “DONT TOUCH MY TAIL GRRR” memes..but the brothers and their horns 😭 (IM SORRY I HAD TO)

I’m listening!!-

Like Lucifer going ‘Don’t touch!’ and growling when you try to touch his horns for the first time-

We all know Mammon actually says ‘No touching grrr’ when you touch him suddenly, and with his wings or horns it’s even worse.

Levi freaking out when you touch his horns and pulling away, yelling, ‘No touching rrr’ out of the brothers his horns look the most delicate, so you have to be careful!!

Unless you sneak up on Satan I don’t think he’d mind as much. but if you did you’ll hear him hiss out ‘No touching grrr.’ because you surprised him.

Again unless you surprise him Asmo won’t mind, but say you’re at a party and walk up behind him (without him knowing it’s you) he’ll pout and say ‘No touching, hmph’ don’t surprise him next time!!

Beel- well if you can even reach his horns- ‘No touching….grrr.’ just sounds kinda cute skjhj

Belphie doesn’t care, but if he’s asleep he’ll mumble, ‘No touching grrr, I’m trying to sleep…’ tho he doesn’t move or even open an eye to see who was touching his horns 💀

[taylorman2274]

Reverse Isekai Genshin Shenanigans

Characters: Gorou, Diona, Fischl & Oz, GN!Reader

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Humor

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Gorou and your pet dog have been getting along recently. I wonder why...?

Content Warning: Gorou Hangout Spoilers

Notes: [D/N] = Dog Name; Gorou can read English presumed.

Gorou was spending the day sitting on the couch and reading a book when your pet dog walks up to him. He barks at him to get his attention.

"Ah, [D/N], I haven't seen you in a while. Would you like to come join me?" He asks, patting the open seat beside him.

[D/N] instead woofs at him.

"Hm? What's that?"

[D/N] woofs a little louder.

"You're hungry? Have you had anything to eat today?"

[D/N] whines softly.

"Well that won't do! I'll go ahead and fill up your food bowl and then I'm going to have a talk with [Y/N] about taking proper care of you."

Gorou gently sets the book down to the side and starts to get up when a loud voice halts his movements.

"Do NOT listen to ANYTHING that LIAR is telling you! I'll let you know that I fed them nearly an hour ago!"

You walked through the doorway and approached [D/N] with a leash in hand.

"Also... Guess who's got an appointment with the vet today~?" You ask with a sickingly sweet smile on your face.

[D/N] barks as loud as he can right to your face and growls lowly afterwards. You look to Gorou and can't help but let out a small chuckle at the mixture of shock and horror on his face.

"What's the matter?" You ask with a smirk. "Did they cuss me out or something?"

"...I never knew such profanity existed..." Gorou shuddered.

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Your best friend gives Diona a bad good idea on how to destroy the alcohol industry.

Content Warning: Diona Lore Spoilers

Notes: [F/N] = Friend Name

You, Diona, and your best friend, [F/N], were currently all sitting at your kitchen table taste testing Diona's latest non-alcoholic concoction. More specifically, only [F/N] was doing the drinking. Diona only wanted to make the drinks and there was no way in hell you were gonna drink anything she makes with the stuff that is put in them, even if you know how good it will taste.

Currently, [F/N] was happily gulping down Diona's latest creation, which only seemed to anger Diona.

"*glug* ... *glug* ... Ah~. This has got to be one of the best drinks I have ever had in my life!" [F/N] proclaims as they slam their empty cup on the table. "What did you say was in this drink, Diona?"

"Grrr... I put a few pieces of cat hair, a whole lemon, a pinecone, and a cockroach I found hiding under the kitchen counter in a blender and then poured all of that into a glass of water." Her hair started to bristle. "Why is it that no matter what disgusting things I put in a drink it's STILL bound to taste delicious?"

You cringed as she listed each ingredient to [F/N] and you expected them to do the same. However, they surprisingly looked deep in thought.

"Hold on... You're saying that ANYTHING you put in the drink is not going to change how good it tastes?"

"YES! Isn't that obvious to y-?"

"So you could put something deadly like poison into the drink and it would be the best tasting death drink you could ever have?" [F/N] interrupted.

"But of course. Even something like poi-" Diona paused. Her ear twitched. Slowly but surely, you could see an evil smile come across her face.

"Did you have to mention that to her?" You sighed.

"Hey, no need to get mad at me. I'm simply supporting her cause." [F/N] smiled with a thumbs up and a wink.

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It seems that Fischl has another side to her that you were previously unaware of.

Content Warnings: Out of Character Fischl, Swearing

Notes: [F/N] = Friend Name

"I'm back! Sorry for being away so long." You called out as you entered your apartment. Surprisingly, there was no response given back. It was quiet.

...Too quiet.

When you first left, you knew that there were two people and a talking raven occupying your apartment. One of which was your best friend, [F/N], who you had told to watch over the others, Fischl and Oz, while you were away. You had also told them to not let them leave the apartment for now, as you could not explain to any strangers why a strange looking girl had a talking raven with her.

You explored your apartment for any signs of life and eventually, you found Fischl and Oz in your bedroom standing next to the closet door. However, you had visited every other room in your apartment and were unable to find [F/N].

"Hey Fischl, do you know where [F/N] is? I couldn't find them anywhere."

Fischl and Oz turned around to look at you.

"Hmph! That mere pitiful human wished to make an enemy out of the Prinzessin. However, my Auge der Verurteilung foresaw their attempt to divert the course of destiny. Thus, I commanded Oz to rid them and their sins from my sight and doom them to waste away in the eternal night."

You raised an eyebrow. "You what?"

Oz decided to speak up next. "I'm afraid Mein Fräulein was challenged by [F/N] to a card game. During the game, Fräulein claimed [F/N] was cheating and thus decided to lock them in your closet.

Your head whipped toward Fischl. "YOU WHAT?!"

"THEY UNO'ED OUT ON AN ARCHON DAMN WILDCARD! THAT'S WHAT THAT FUCKER GETS!!"

You and Oz had your mouth and beak, respectively, agape by Fischl's outburst. After a couple of seconds, Fischl noticed your shocked expressions and recomposed herself.

"Ahem... Apologies. Mein behavior was very uncouth of a Prinzessin."

You heard banging from inside the closet.

"[Y/N]?! Get me out of here! That witch is crazy!!"

You quickly threw yourself between the closet door and Fischl and prayed for a resolution between the two.

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Diona discovers the history behind the 18th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.

Content Warning: American History

Notes: Reader is presumed to be from the United States. Diona is also presumed to be able to read English.

You and Diona were at your computer looking up American history. Diona was curious about the would and country you lived in so you decided to try your best to teach her all of the important historical events that you remember learning in school.

However, you made sure to hide all mentions of Genshin Impact on your computer before letting Diona come watch. You didn't want her to have an existential crisis.

The two of you were currently scrolling through the list of amendments in the U.S. constitution and Diona suddenly told you to stop.

"Wait stop! See that one! What does that say?" She asked, slowly inching forward to the screen.

"Ummmm... 'The Eighteenth Amendment is also known as the Prohibition Law. This prohibited the manufacture, sale, or transportation of 'intoxicating liquors.' This essentially meant a ban on alcohol bu-'"

Diona pushed you away from the computer and looked at the screen with sparkles in her eyes.

"WHAT?! NO WAY! THAT'S AWESOME! Looks like Mondstadt could learn a thing or two from your country. Hehehe." She snickered.

You carefully moved your way back in front of the computer. "Maybe. It's unfortunate that it didn't last very long."

Diona looked at you with a serious expression. "...What?"

"You didn't let me finish. 'This essentially meant a ban on alcohol BUT this would lead to the Prohibition Era of bootleg alcohol sales and consumption. The unpopular and ineffective amendment was then repealed by the 21st Amendment.' Essentially, it only lasted 14 years."

Diona was stuttering in shock. "H-huh? W-what? 14 YEARS?? Could everyone not see that they were living in PARADISE?!! UGH!" She crossed her arms. "Those drunkards would do anything to get their hands on alcohol. Who's the idiot that repealed that wonderful amendment in the first place??"

You quickly opened a new tab and searched for the answer. "Umm... Franklin D. Roosevelt was President at the time. But it's really Congress who handles the proposals and ratifying amendments."

Diona threw her hands up. "I don't CARE who handles it. That man should not have let such a thing get past him." Diona pauses for a bit, almost like she was thinking about something. "Unless..." She gasps. "Was he a drunkard himself?!"

You opened another tab. "Ummmm... Kind of?"

"GRRR…! OF COURSE HE WAS! Otherwise he wouldn't let such a thing happen! Looks like this country needs someone responsible to man the helm! Move aside!"

You decided to play along with her for now. You weren't worried about her finding anything inappropriate as long as you were watching over her shoulder.

At first, she searched up innocent things such as "How to run for President", "Can someone of Kätzlein bloodline run for President", and "How to become a U.S. citizen".

It was only when she decided to search for "How to mind control an entire country" that you decided to get her off the computer.

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Author Side Notes: These are just some short stories I thought of in my head. Please don’t take them too seriously.

[gojocumdumpster]

Pickle with a very shy s/o who's just so patient with him

Pickle with a shy s/o

(THANKS FOR REQUESTING THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST THANKS SO MUCH ILY 😽 i also don’t know if you wanted a story or hc so i will do a story or whatever i just did)

Warnings: None

Type of story: Sfw 🎂 and gender neutral

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Pickle was always treated different, nobody seemed to care about him or make time for him. He spent his day most of the time hanging out in the woods or cave that’s until he met you though. You hesitated for a bit because you didn’t know what to say but you wanted to help him. You invited him to your apartment and a few months later you became his s/o…

You wanted to help him as much as possible but you were just too shy. You guys watch movies a lot even though pickle doesn’t understand it so you try to explain but he doesn’t understand you he gets uncomfortable so he lays his head on your lap. You were shocked and tried to get up but he would growl every time you tried to get up. Grrr When you want to take a shower he wants to be around you the whole time like a lost puppy.

He even tried to hop in the shower with you but was confused why you threw a soap bar at him. But he wasn’t used to being around someone he loves. You understood so you let him but you would put a swimsuit on because you were to shy to let him see. He was confused why you were wearing clothing in the shower.

You bathed him with your eyes closed because you kept blushing every time you saw his greek god like body. After that it was bed time. He doesn’t know what personal space is at all so he you would be like that reporter he hugged. You were blushing like a hot mess but dealt with it. Months past and one day you got done teaching him english until you heard a silent voice say H-hi..

[cinnbar-bun]

Popularity- Cross Guild's Day Off 2 (Cross Guild x Reader)

Summary: In which you work with the three Cross Guild officers and Buggy attempts to prove his popularity through a poll. Of course, it's never as simple as it really should be in Cross Guild.

Rating: SFW/Crack

Word Count: ~3k

Notes: No relationships are defined, so feel free to headcanon whatever you want. I know it says x Reader up there and I wrote it in mind that it's a weird ass polycule but I made sure to leave it ambiguous for your reading pleasure. Made in mind with part 1, but can be read as standalone. Features cameos from Alvida, Galdino, and Daz Bones.

A/n: I love these three goofballs so like feel free to request stuff with them or what scenarios you'd like to see them in please???

Read Part 1 here! Read this chapter on my AO3 here!

“It’s really not fair! It’s not fair at all!” Buggy screamed. Mihawk, Crocodile, and you sighed at whatever it was that seemed to be, well, bugging Buggy. 

“Will you stop your complaining? Some of us are actually trying to do work here,” Crocodile growled while his fingers continued clicking away on the calculator. “(Y/n), go and hand me the reports for-,” 

“Right here, Sir,” you said as you handed him the stack of papers he wanted. Crocodile smirked proudly while his eyes narrowed at Buggy. 

“See, why can’t you be like (Y/n)? They know how to get work done.” 

“Wha-! I get work done! Plenty of work!” 

“Juggling isn’t work.” 

“Is too!” Buggy stomped his foot. 

“Hardly,” Mihawk chimes in. 

“Grrr… you two are just jealous of me! Jealous of how I’m the Star Clown and you two will just be boring, old men!” 

Mihawk and Crocodile glanced at each other knowingly and rolled their eyes. 

“You’re still bothered by the fact you were not important enough to have any good cards in the deck, aren't you?” Mihawk states bluntly, not bothering to be gentle with Buggy’s fragile ego. 

“SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!!” Buggy shouted, gaining the attention from his subordinates outside the office. 

“Aw… someone’s upset,” Crocodile teased. You huffed at the two stoic ex-warlords and tried to soothe Buggy. 

“Buggy, it’s alright. They’re just silly cards. Look around you, you have so many employees happy to work for you because they really admire you as captain,” you say genuinely while patting his head. Buggy sniffles and nods. 

“You’re right, (Y/n), you’re right,” Buggy agrees. He wipes his eyes and nose with his hand before he bounces back to life, clenching his fists. “That’s very true! All these people love me and would die for me! So those card makers don’t know anything! I’m the most popular one here!” 

“Wait, what…” you wince, while Crocodile and Mihawk groan. 

“Thanks, (Y/n), now he’s gonna do something stupid again,” Crocodile sighed. 

“Buggy, all I’m saying is-” you try to fix your error, but Buggy shakes his head. 

“Nope! You just gave me an amazing idea!” 

“Here we go again,” Mihawk mumbles. 

“W-what’s the idea?” You ask Buggy. 

“Obviously, to really settle the matter, we need to hold a popularity contest!” Buggy proclaims. 

“We really don’t have to. No one cares about this except you,” Crocodile says blandly while he opens the folder you gave him. 

“Haha! You’re just saying that because you know deep down that I will win when it comes to Cross Guild!” Buggy eggs Crocodile on. “They love me here!” 

“I really don’t care-” 

“So, to finally gather once and for all who the most popular is-” 

“God damn it.” 

“I’m going to poll the others!” Buggy announces, grabbing a random clipboard from your desk. 

“Isn’t that rather biased?” Mihawk asked. 

“Biased? What are you talking about?” Buggy raises his brow. “You think Imma lie about this?” 

“Yes,” all of you respond. Buggy lets out an offended gasp and frowns. 

“Well then, what do you suggest, smart guy?” Buggy yells at Mihawk. 

“Having only you go around and then return with results will obviously not be the most accurate. We need to send a third party that won’t lie,” Mihawk explains. 

The three men turn to look at you. 

“Why do I have to do it?” You fold your arms. “I have work to do!” 

“I’ll pay you extra for this week in order to have Buggy shut up,” Crocodile states. 

“Do you think I can be swayed so easily with money?” 

“Yes,” the three men respond. You swipe the clipboard from Buggy. 

“Damn right I am,” you state as you pick up your favorite pen from your desk. 

“Now then, since you’re going to be polling, I expect truthful and honest answers,” Mihawk demands. “No one can lie or cheat this.” 

“Before we do this, none of you are allowed to know who voted for who,” you add. “I’m not having you fire or hunt down some poor employee because they voted for Mihawk or something.” “Well that won’t happen,” Buggy comments. “No one is gonna vote for Mihawk to begin with.” 

Now it’s Mihawk’s turn to be offended. “What do you mean by that, Buggy? Do I need to silence you for good?” 

“Eek! All I’m saying is, you hardly ever step out of the office or interact with anyone!” 

Mihawk stays silent then mumbles, “I interact with others…” 

“Oh really? Name one person you’ve interacted with,” Crocodile demands. 

“You can’t do that, either,” Mihawk counters. 

“That’s just because I don’t give a shit about these people’s names. I still talk to them, though,” Crocodile corrects. 

“Fine, (Y/n)!” Mihawk huffs. 

“They don’t count.” 

“Why don’t they?” Mihawk crosses his arms. 

“Because we all see them every day in this office,” Crocodile chides Mihawk. “Name someone.” 

“Okay, I guess I cannot name anyone,” Mihawk relents. “Not that it matters in the slightest, by the way. This is a silly and pointless little game.” 

“See? No one is gonna vote for you!” Buggy laughs. 

“I guess I should kill you now, Buggy,” Mihawk says as he draws Yoru. 

“Gaaaahhh! No! Please don’t!” Buggy cries, latching onto you for safety. 

“Buggy, please let go,” you sigh. The clown does so shakily and you begin to write on the paper in your clipboard. “Okay… Buggy, Crocodile, Mihawk. There we go. I’ll go around and ask, then. See you guys later.” 

“Before you go,” Crocodile begins. You turn to hear him out while he has a big shit-eating grin on his face. “If you’re going to talk to Mr. 3… knock before you enter.” 

Your eyes practically bulge out of their sockets from what this could mean as you nod and exit the office. 

“Why the hell did you say that?” Buggy questions. Crocodile chuckles, taking a puff from his cigar as he shakes his head. 

“Oh, they’ll see soon enough.” 

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“Favorite head of Cross Guild?” An employee scratches his head. His coworker beside him does the same. 

“Wait, uh, they’re not gonna kill us for answering this, are they?” The other one asks. 

“Crap, you’re right. Is this some way to weed us out or something?” 

You shake your head. “No, no, not at all! This is just a… uh… thing they’re testing for some new merchandise,” you lie. 

“Ah,” the two men nod along. “That makes so much sense.” 

“Buggy,” the first man states. 

“Mmm… yeah, Buggy,” the second adds. “He never harps on us like Sir Crocodile.” 

You thank them for the response and tally it to the votes. 

“I guess Buggy was right,” you mumble to yourself, seeing as he currently had seven votes out of the seven people you asked. “Maybe we could send these results in to those cardmakers and get a cut of the merchandising.” 

Just as you’re about to walk away, Alvida strolls into the room. 

“Oh, Alvida! Good morning,” you smile at her. “Can I have a moment of your time?” “(Y/n), dear,” Alvida runs a hand through her hair. “What do you need from the most beautiful woman of the sea?” 

“Well, the higher-ups wanted to run a poll,” you show her the paper. “Please vote for your favorite head of Cross Guild.” 

She studies the paper for a moment and purses her lips. “Hmm… you know what, I vote for you.” 

“What?” 

“What? Just put a tally for you,” Alvida suggests nonchalantly. 

“But, um, I’m not a head of Cross Guild,” you argue. 

“So? You practically are their fourth one. I’m sure they won’t mind. And if they do, they can take it up with me,” Alvida brushes your concerns aside and takes the pen from you. She writes your name down and adds a tally. 

“Can I ask why you want to add me?” 

“Simple, dear.” Alvida chuckles. “You’re not like those brutes upstairs. You get worked to the bone by them yet still retain your own sense of self. Do you know what that is?” 

“No, I don’t think I know what that is-” 

“Passion!” Alvida throws her arms in the air. “You are passionate, clean, stylish, and most of all, you are quiet! If anyone is worthy of my vote and attention- it is you!” 

“Wow, thank you,” you comment, impressed that Alvida actually gave you a nice compliment. 

“Yes, yes, well, what do you think about becoming my assistant instead of working for them?” Alvida winks. 

“Ah sorry, I’m pretty happy where I am right now,” you quickly shut down. Alvida clicks her tongue. 

“Hm… perhaps you’d prefer to be my partner instead? You would be a good match by my side.” 

“Would you look at the time!” You awkwardly laugh. “Bye, Alvida!” 

“Bye, darling. Don’t worry though, we’ll pick this conversation up another time~,” she waves. You sigh in relief as you walk away that she didn’t mace you immediately. Still, there’s work to be done. 

You walk into the staff lounge and greet the other members there, who cheerfully greet you back. 

“Sorry to bother you guys, but if you could just fill out this poll, that would be great. And don’t worry, no one will know of the results, so please be as honest as you can!” 

The clipboard gets passed along by the staff members, who quickly add a tally mark to the poll. In less than a minute, all twenty people in the lounge have responded. 

“Wow, thank you guys. You guys are quick,” you joke, taking back the clipboard. 

“The choice was obvious,” one of the employees answers, and the others nod. You wonder who they voted for when you look at the paper, only to see your name has now over twenty marks attached to it. Your eyes widen and you politely thank the others as you step out of the room. 

It was one thing when Alvida did as she pleased, but now the others were voting for you in droves. You took a deep breath. Crocodile, Mihawk, and Buggy surely wouldn’t kill you for this, would they? After all, Alvida herself said they could bring it up with her. Yeah, that was okay. This was just a silly joke anyways. 

You continue to collect polls, feeling touched yet also nervous when you found that every employee had checked you off as their favorite. It got so bad that you had to use a second page to collect all the tallies that the employees were adding to your name. 

As the number of employees left to ask dwindled, you remembered to get Daz Bones and Galdino’s polls. You figured the choice would be clear for them- Crocodile. After all, they were very loyal to him and even continued their work relationship into Cross Guild. It would also allow for Crocodile to at least get some vote from his current tally at zero. 

You had scoured for them all around the base, but didn’t find any sign of their presence. Just as you were about to give up, you found Daz Bones peacefully sitting, probably waiting for his next assignment. 

“Daz! Can I-” 

“(Y/n), I have no interest,” he cut you off. 

“It’s for Crocodile,” you add, knowing he wouldn’t participate otherwise. Daz nods and then urges you to step closer. You show him the clipboard and he raises a brow. 

“Crocodile really cares about this sort of thing?” 

“It’s mostly because of Buggy,” you explain, and Daz nods, connecting the dots. He quickly tallies a mark to Crocodile’s name. “Thank you, Daz!” 

“You’re welcome,” he gruffly responds. 

“Oh, and do you know where Galdino is?” 

“Why should I know? Perhaps he’s in his room,” Daz shrugs. You should’ve guessed that but wave goodbye and walk to Galdino’s room. You’re about to knock when you remember Crocodile’s ominous warning echoing in your head again. 

“Knock before you enter…” 

You were going to do that anyways, but the weird way Crocodile said it made you grimace. You nervously rapped your knuckles against Galdino’s door. You heard a huff and a lot of grumbling as Galdino swung open the door. 

“What do you w-,” he angrily yells until he gasps when he sees it’s you. “(Y/n)! Ah! Uh! Please excuse me!” 

You briefly notice a large wax statue on the table before Galdino slams the door on your face. You jump when you hear Galdino freaking out and throwing things around his studio. Something metal is grating against the floor as you hear Galdino struggle to move the obviously heavy object. 

“G-Galdino? Is this a bad time?” You call out. 

“No, no, no! It’s fine! Perfectly fine! Hahaha there’s nothing weird going on here!” Galdino answers from inside his room as something crashes to the floor and Galdino swears. 

It’s silent for a moment until Galdino opens the door, leaning against the frame and trying to give you a charming smile while some wax is now splattered against his pants and shirt. 

“So, (Y/n), what brings you to my studio?” He asks while forcing his voice to sound lower, pushing up his glasses. 

“Ah, the heads wanted to take a little poll. Mind answering?” 

“Anything for- I mean-,” Galdino coughs and lowers his voice again. “Anything for you, (Y/n).” 

He takes the clipboard from you and begins to notice the options, quickly marking a tally next to your name. 

“There you go- wait a minute!” He looks horrified as realization sets in that there’s only one tally next to Crocodile- most likely Daz, he thinks. Crocodile would absolutely know right away that Galdino didn’t choose him, and the thought makes Galdino nearly pass out. “I-I need to change my vote!” 

“Sure,” you give the clipboard back to him and Galdino scribbles over the one he gave you to mark one next to Crocodile. 

“Kh... but we’re supposed to be honest…” Galdino mutters. He glances at you, and seeing you patiently waiting and smiling at him makes his heart tighten. 

Gah! Who am I supposed to choose?! My muse or my boss?!

“Are you alright, Galdino?” You asked, making Galdino struggle to form words. Instead, he scribbled over the mark he put next to Crocodile and re-marked a tally next to your name. 

He hands the clipboard back to you and you smile and wave to him. “Thank you, Galdino!” 

“Y-you’re very welcome!” Galdino shouts, unable to control his voice properly around you. You turn around and head back to the office while Galdino lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

He was most likely going to die after this, but seeing your smile was all worth it. He could die happy, even knowing that Crocodile would probably drain him of life later. 

You, however, didn’t notice the longing look Galdino gave you as you open the door to the office. 

“Well, I got all the votes!” 

“Well, who won?” Buggy immediately jumps forward and steals the clipboard from you. He notices that Crocodile and Mihawk hardly have any, with only Crocodile have a mark. “See I wo…” 

His face darkened as he noticed he had only seven votes. 

“What’s the matter, Buggy?” Crocodile smirked. “Can’t handle the fact you lost?” 

“I… wha…” Buggy grips the clipboard roughly, nearly snapping it in half. “How the hell did (Y/n) get all the votes!?” 

Crocodile and Mihawk are caught off guard. 

“Wait, what? (Y/n) won?” Crocodile repeated. 

“I thought I told you to be fair and not cheat!” Mihawk accused you, his golden hawk eyes glaring into yours. 

“I-it wasn’t my fault! Alvida was the one who put my name on the list!” You try to defend yourself. 

“Give me that-” Crocodile snaps as he swipes the poll from Buggy’s hand. Crocodile grunts as he notices page after page marked with tallies from the employees choosing you. He sees Mihawk has none, but that his name has one mark (Daz, of course), and one crossed off (that bastard, Galdino-). Given Crocodile’s attentiveness, he does recognize that yours and Alvida’s handwriting is different, so your story is credible. He huffs and tosses the clipboard, making Mihawk lean over curiously. 

“Not even one vote…” he murmurs. 

Buggy, meanwhile, is distraught, crying on the floor and banging it repeatedly. 

“It’s not fair! Not fair at all! I hate this! I’m the star!” Buggy wails out loud. 

At first, Crocodile did this as a joke to satiate Buggy, but even his own ego is hurt by this new poll. 

“I take it back, you’re getting docked again,” Crocodile threatens, pointing his cigar at you. 

“What?! But I spent all day getting this with the promise of money!” 

“I changed my mind! I wanted a good poll, not whatever the hell this was!” Crocodile yells back. 

“Recount! Recount this!” Buggy shouts. 

“I refuse to lose this competition. Give me an hour, I will win this,” Mihawk says, pushing himself off his couch as he walks out the door to do who knows what. 

The ensuing commotion causes some of the Cross Guild members to peek through the door and watch Buggy screaming in agony at losing while you’re sobbing at the fact you’re losing money due to this dumb poll. 

Alvida rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. 

“Would you guys cut this noise out? It’s driving me mad!” 

“Alvida! This is all your fault!” Buggy yells at Alvida in tears. “I was supposed to win, not (Y/n)!” 

Alvida frowns at Buggy and twirls her mace in her hands. “Are you questioning my decisions?” 

Buggy gulps as he sees the mace casting a shadow over him. 

“N-no, not at all!” He quickly corrects himself, praying Alvida will not maim him to death. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

[vashsmunch]

Nico NSFW

Wolfwood x GN! Reader (MINORS DNI!)

Synopsis: uhh shapeshifting Spanish wolfman grrr woof woof

Tags: 7.3k words, sort of hurt/comfort(?), slight electrical play, orgasm denial (not really), mention of blood, praise kink, oral, fingering, voyeurism (not really), emotional sex, PORN

A/N: okay, so this is the LONGEST thing i've ever written. like ever LMAO :') i've also never written ww before so please lemme know if i need to change the characterization! and yes he speaks spanish, he's a dog that suddenly speaks spanish don't question it

dedicated to bee, jackson and alexa

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"Mi tesero... please..."

You froze in the front doorway as the words rang throughout the house. More like a plea? Your mind spun with a million thoughts, and none of them could have explained that sound just then.

The day had been pretty mundane, at least until you heard that noise just then. You had left your new puppy alone in his crate so you could go out to run errands, just picking up groceries, a couple of treats, and other things. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach as your thoughts ran to the worst, and you couldn't help but curse yourself for being careless. God, what if he had hurt himself?

When you first adopted him, he was very apprehensive, snapping and snarling at you every time you got close. Hostile might be a better word, considering how he had almost bitten off your hands more than once. He wouldn't sleep around you either, and it was only when you were out did he collapsed from exhaustion. 

Honestly, this behavior wasn't shocking considering the place he came from. When you stepped foot into the shelter, the first thing you noticed was the smell. The place was musty in every sense of the word, and you couldn't help but wrinkle your nose when you saw the owner. He was unshaven, unkempt, and looked as if vacuum dust had been personified into a man. 

As he took you to the back where all the animals were held, your heart broke into tiny pieces. Lining the walls were dozens of cramped and dirty crates, each of them housing a different dog. One thing they all had in common was their appearance: matted fur, sunken faces, and dull eyes. You had to avert your eyes from their tired gazes, fearing that you might break down entirely if you looked too closely. The owner's words flew in and out of your ear as you kept your eyes trained on the floor, walking until you felt something ground you to your spot. You looked up and to your right to see a huge puppy, an insanely large one at that. He had long black fur and a piercing stare, it was intimidating, to say the least. Upon closer inspection, you saw that he had scars branding the length of his body, and they looked like crucifixes. 

What kind of religious Catholic fucks…

You took a step closer and he immediately tensed up, growling loudly. His eyes were filled with pure hatred, and you couldn't tell if it was towards you, the owner, or both of you. You were kind of glad metal bars were keeping the two of you divided, the chances of him lunging forward and attacking you were high. 

The owner's eyes glanced over to you transfixed, and he let out a heavy and somewhat irritated sigh. "Ah, him. Don't bother, he's a lost cause. The last owners gave him in pretty bad shape, and he don't trust anyone now."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he said this, knowing that the conditions the poor puppy was in weren't helping. Anything would be miserable in a dump like that. 

As the rather pessimistic tour resumed, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander back to that dog. Were the odds of him mutilating you to the bone high? Yes. But were you also ready to take that chance? The answer was clear. You stopped the owner in his tracks, pointing back at the puppy's cage.

"I want him." 

He gave you a rather incredulous look, then shrugged as if he could give less of a damn. "Your funeral, buddy."

It had taken weeks to carefully break down his walls piece by piece, and slowly he grew to understand you weren't a threat. The way he'd lay next to you on the couch and nuzzle your hand to get you to pet him, made your heart thrum and ache all at the same time. Who had hurt him so badly? Your hand would run through his soft black fur, caressing his ears and a soft laugh left your lips as his tail thumped onto the sofa pillows. Sometimes, he'd wait for you by the door when you stepped out for just a moment, either to talk to neighbors or grab the mail. When you came back, his black eyes lit up with a brightness that you had only prayed for when you first took him home. It was that day you made a promise to yourself; No matter what the case was, you'd never do the same to him. 

With that in mind, you raced through the house, almost slipping on the steps in the stairwell in your hurry. "Wolfwood? Baby?" As you got closer to your bedroom, you heard a sound that turned your feelings from anxiety to confusion, then to complete and utter ruin. 

There were moans. There was moaning coming from inside the room. Heavy panting, sounds of your bed frame creaking, and little whimpers of your name. 

“God... fuck... FUCK."

You jumped as a yell rang out past the door, the voice sounding desperate and needy. It was followed by a broken whine, and it was only then that you realized what the voice sounded like.

It couldn't be. Could it..?

To soothe your curiosity, and out of pure worry for your beloved pet, you cracked the door open to look inside. You couldn't help the way your eyes bugged out as you were greeted with a scene that you weren't expecting in the slightest. A dark-haired tanned man was sitting on the edge of your bed, hunched over as he fisted his cock with a piece of fabric. The cries and curses that spilled from his lips had your knees weak, and this would've been all fine and dandy if it weren't for the fact that a MAN was in your bedroom. Realization came to you as you stumbled back a bit, as you finally understood the gravity of the situation. There was a stranger (a handsome stranger) in your bedroom, leaving no indication as to how he got into your house, and even less as to why he was jerking off. In your ROOM. 

You stood there flabbergasted as the grunts continued, each one making you grow even more aroused to your dismay. Was this some kind of sick fantasy you didn't realize you had until now? Whatever. Composing yourself, you took some steps closer to press your face against the crack of the door again, determined to take a closer look at him. For whatever you knew, this could be some sick maniac freak hellbent on killing you. That would explain how he had gotten into your apartment without triggering the alarm system. As your eyes glanced around the room, you noticed the little details you hadn't before. The bed sheets were absolutely trashed, messed up with rips all over them, and your dresser drawers were opened, looking like they had been rummaged through. There was a suspicious-looking puddle of white liquid on the floor, and you didn't even want to think about the possibilities of what that could be. Your eyes flickered back to the man, and you felt your heart stop. Was that…

There's no way.

That was YOUR underwear. That was your fucking underwear he was jerking himself off with. 

Before you could let out an earth-shattering shriek because of the pure terror the scene had let wash over your body, you took a closer look at his chest. It was then that you froze. There were two crucifix scars branded onto the skin, almost like they had been seared on with a fiery iron. Each one ran down the length of his torso and stomach starting from his nipple, and the pale flesh was a stark contrast to the melanin he possessed. As you stared some more, it occurred to you that they seemed familiar. Almost too familiar. And that's when it hit you: that was Wolfwood. You weren't sure how, and you couldn't even begin to rationalize it in your brain, but that was him. You could just feel it. That was your puppy, turned into a fully grown adult man, and that man was fucking himself with your underwear. 

Suddenly, you slipped through the door, and you lost your balance. You fell to the floor, and you kept your gaze fixed on the ground as complete horror struck your body again. There was pin-drop silence in the room, and you couldn't even bring yourself to look up at him. No matter what the case, you had been spying on him masturbating. The thought in itself sounded so unlike you, but that's how it was. And now you couldn't help the sweat that beaded on the edge of your forehead, completely dreading what happened next.

Out of the corner of your view, there was a flash of black before your back hit the floor with a dull thud. You blinked your eyes open to see dark brown irises staring into your very soul, as a tight pressure formed on your wrists. It took you a few seconds to register that the man had you pinned on the ground, his body hovering over yours. His very NAKED body, hovering over yours. Before you even got the chance to become embarrassed, a low growl left his lips.

"Dulce pecadora... You were gone for way too fucking long." Wolfwood started nipping and licking at your neck, each long stroke of his tongue sending full-body shivers down your spine. He tugged at your head to give him more access to your skin as he started to roam his hands down the length of your body before his hands settled on your hips. 

You hissed softly, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you before you pushed him away, panting. "Wait... Wolfwood, wait." 

He let out an impatient huff as he sat back on his heels, and it was only then that you noticed his tail wagging back and forth. You hadn't realized the fact that he still had his tail and ears, as well as his abnormally long claws. They dug into the flesh of his thigh as he stared at you annoyed, his throbbing cock slapping against his navel. It was freakishly big (just like the rest of him) and you pulled your eyes away to meet his gaze. "Explain."

"What is there to explain?" Wolfwood rolled his eyes, seeming to get more irritated by the second, and you didn't even know why. 

“I don't know, maybe the fact that I had a dog, and now a grown-ass man is masturbating in my bed? You know I almost called the police on you right?"

His eyes darkened at the mention of the police, and you couldn't help but feel there was something deeper there that needed to be discussed. However, you pushed it aside and rested your body on your forearms, looking up at him. "What exactly are you?"

"I'm a man. Clearly."

“What are you really?"

"Ay Dios mío," A deep sigh left his lungs as he looked at you intensely. There was a mixture of emotions that you couldn't decipher, but there was one that you recognized without a doubt. Lust. You'd unpack that later. "I didn't stutter, I'm a man. There are uncertainties ‘round  it that I'm not even sure ‘bout, but the fact is I'm human now and that's it."

You glanced around him to stare at his tail, then back at him.

"For the most part, anyways."

Sitting up, you rubbed your temples becoming keenly aware of the situation you just landed yourself into. Your presumed dog was now an actual person and said person had started calling you pet names whilst kissing and licking at your neck. "Okay, so what is..." You waved your hand at the mess that had become your room. Now that you looked closer, it turns out that mysterious liquid on the floor was cum. Great. "...This?"

"Rut."

You stared at him incredulously, completely lost. Did he just say rut? You knew very little about animal biology (did he even count as an animal anymore?), and at no point had you ever been interested in whatever could make one come a literal puddle onto the hardwood you had just cleaned the other night. But the way he was looking at you, and the way his cock started to swell and grow impossibly bigger, you could get a general idea. "What, like some kind of sex craze thing?"

"More or less. 'M gonna be honest, I didn't even know this shit was a thing until..." Wolfwood looked up and down your body with a gaze so impossibly hungry, that you thought you'd melt on the spot. "You. This whole thing is ‘cause of you. And now... I need you to take responsibility." 

There was a blink. A second one. Then suddenly your whole body was flooded with heat as you looked at him, eyes blown wide open again just like when you first looked into the room. You could see the faintest of deep red blooming at the base of his neck, and it somewhat comforted you that he also understood the ludicrousy of what he just said. "Excuse me?"

Wolfwood let out a string of Spanish words that you could only assume to be curses as he stood up. Your eyes immediately flickered down to his pulsing cock; his tip was already beading with precum, and you couldn't help but wonder how many rounds he had done before you came in. You hurried to your feet as he started to come closer, and soon he had you pinned against the door, closing it shut. His breath was hot and heavy with exasperation against your face, and he trailed a long nail up the skin of your arm and shoulder before it rested underneath your chin. Your mind spun with a thousand thoughts as he tilted his head at you, raising your chin to meet his gaze. "You can deny all you want, but if you were truly against it, you wouldn't have been watchin’ me, mi picante." He smirked at you, running a tongue over his bottom lip as he watched you squirm. 

Then, his face got rather serious as he pressed his forehead against yours. He was burning up, his skin impossibly hot as he shut his eyes, seeming to relish the feeling of you being so near. "Look. I know this is... weird. Hell, if there's anyone confused, it's me. But I need you. Like I haven't needed anything else before. Will you help me? Like you did before?"

You felt a part of you melt at his words, knowing he was referring to the shelter. It hadn't occurred to you that as much as you need someone to be near, he was probably craving that too. Whatever happened in his past, it made him cold and calloused and it was clear that you were the only one he trusted in that moment. And with that in mind, who were you to deny?

A soft sigh escaped you as you stepped forward to press a kiss against his cheek. "So, so needy, aren't you, Nico?" 

He froze in his place, notably getting even hotter as his tail started wagging. You couldn't help but smile, he really was just a puppy at heart. Nicholas D. Wolfwood, that was his full name. Rather long, but it just felt right when you first got him. You didn't pull out that nickname unless it was for special occasions, and you felt like this qualified as one. A hand trailed up his cheek to scratch behind the ears on his head, and he let out a broken whine. Slowly, you pressed him backward to lay on the bed, throwing the ruined bedsheets to the side. You couldn't help but note the way his legs trembled at your touch, and you filed that away in a separate compartment in your brain. You'd be using that later.

His body writhed underneath you as you continued your ministrations, kissing up and down his neck. You let your hands roam the dips and curves of his body, paying special attention to his scars. He tensed up and you eased your touch, coming up to his face to kiss him gently on the lips. "Hey, hey... it's okay. It's me, remember? I won't hurt you, I promise."

God, how you wished he would believe you. More than anything you wanted to find those assholes who had broken him to the core and make sure they didn't live to see another day. Wolfwood, as strong as he was, was just another being. Despite whatever happened, now he was human. JUST a human. Someone capable of any and all emotions. He could feel joy, suffer from sorrow, and even this. Even this "rut" he was going through. And while it had been off-putting at first, all of this amounted to the fact that none of it would change how you felt. You cared about him like you had never cared about anyone else before. Just like he needed you, you needed him. Ever since he came into your life, there was something to actually look forward to. The days that had once been bleak and dark were now filled with life, and it was all because of him. He with all his gruffness, sarcasm, and sassiness, even as a puppy, was your reason for living. And you'd be damned if you let anyone else treat him as anything less. 

You felt Wolfwood caress your cheek with his large and calloused hand, and his thumb brushed at the skin. "You're crying." It wasn't a question as to why, more of a remark. 

“Yeah... I guess I am." You let out a soft laugh as more tears flooded your vision and streamed down your cheeks. How utterly unsexy of you, but you couldn't give a damn. All this time, it had never really occurred to you just how much you cared about him. It had only been a matter of time before the feelings spilled out. And here they were, crashing over your body like a tidal wave as you shook violently. You held him close and sobbed into his shoulder, saying nonsensical words that neither you nor him could decipher. There were whispers of apologies, utters of praise and then some more.He said nothing and just held you; at that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. He was the gift you never knew you needed, and you couldn't help but internally scoff at the nickname they had given him back at the shelter. The Punisher. 

If he was such, then maybe masochism really was something you were into. 

Eventually, he broke the silence with a quiet gruff. "You're crushin' my dick, ya know."

You let out a loud laugh as you moved off of him, kissing his forehead as an apology. 

"Sorry, sorry," You wiped the tears off your face and sat on the bed next to him, absentmindedly tracing patterns onto the flesh of his thigh. "Can you explain more to me about what you need right now? Yes, you're in... rut. But how can I help?"

He exhaled shakily as he felt your touch on him again, and he leaned back against the headboard, trying to ground himself from the pleasure that was overtaking his senses. "Long story short, I need to fuck you," He looked back at your shocked expression and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But that's what needs to happen to fix this shit," His eyes seemed to undress you with every glance, and he couldn't help but relish in the way your cheeks heated up. Even so, his hand moved down to take yours, gripping it slightly. "However... I ain’t gonna pressure ya into anything you don't want. We can deal with this no matter what happens, and fucking doesn't gotta be one of them." Wolfwood's other hand came to take your chin, prompting you to look into his eyes as if trying to convince you of the same promise you made him: that he would never do anything to harm you. 

You nuzzled into his palm, finding comfort in the roughness of the skin. It was a story of his life, hard on the exterior to match the man they belonged to. But he held you like you were the only thing keeping him together, his one steady rock in the turbulent life that he had led before meeting you. It was with a gentleness you had never experienced before, and you couldn't help but beam. "I trust you. If you wanted to hurt me, you would've done it by now. Let me help you."

As you said this, he bore a shit-eating grin and smashed his lips against yours. A whimper left your lips as his hands fondled at every patch of skin they could find, as if trying to solidify the fact that you were here, with him. It was heated and hungry, leaving your mind foggy as he pulled back, not only for air but to tug at your clothes. He looked up at you again, and you tilted your head at him. "What are you waiting for? Be a good boy." 

An uncharacteristic whimper left his lips and he murmured under his breath as he tugged at your bottoms. "Lift your hips for me, media naranja," 

You let out a tiny hum, doing as he asked without another word uttered. As the fabric slipped off your body, his face flushed an even darker red, staring at your lower half. "Like what you see?"

“You're gonna be the death of me, ya know that?" he groaned, tucking his face into the inside of your thigh to presumably hide his embarrassment. 

Your giggles turned into a string of broken moans as he started to mark your skin with nips and bites. His teeth were noticeably sharper than the average human's, but that only spurred you on. You sat up on your forearms to look at him with need. "You're going easy."

He looked up at you with hooded eyes, his expression glazed with desire. "For your sake, mi corozón." He looked so utterly fucked out just from tasting the skin of your leg, you couldn't even begin to imagine how he'd be once he was actually inside of you. Despite all of this, you could tell he was holding back. 

You held out a hand to caress his jaw and you slowly opened his mouth. A finger grazed his pointy canines, admiring the sharpness. Suddenly, you were pressing against it, hard enough to draw blood and enough to get Wolfwood's flowing as well. "I'm stronger than you think," you bit your bottom lip as you tucked your bleeding thumb into his mouth, prompting him to suck it dry. He eagerly lapped up the ruby droplets, and his pupils dilated to the edges of his irises. Sitting up, you took his face in your hands to tug him up to yours. A smile graced your face as you sweetly whispered into his ear, "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to."

Wolfwood gaped at you, absolutely dumbstruck, before his eyes narrowed. In a flash, he flipped you around, and your back hit the mattress with an unceremonious thump. His body was pinning you against the bed, as he panted hard against the skin of your neck. "I don't think... you understand what this is gonna be like. I’m gonna ruin you. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't want ever anyone else's cock inside of you by the time I'm done. I'm giving you one last chance to back out."

There was a long pause as he pulled back to stare intensely, and you matched his gaze with the same amount. He was giving you the option to leave, and you weren't interested whatsoever. A smirk crept onto his face as he confirmed your determination, and leaned down to the dip between your nipples, kissing your sternum. He teased you, trailing his lips and fangs all the way down your torso, leaving you a sweaty mess from the tension alone.

"W-Wolfwood... fuck..."

"Nico." He looked up at you from between your legs, and you let out a tiny breathless whimper from the feeling of his tongue lapping and tracing patterns into your pelvis. "Please."

"Nico." 

His eyes softened, his lips letting out a soft howl of approval as he finally graced your heat with a kiss. Strong hands came to grip your legs as your hips thrusted up into the air, white-hot pleasure flashing from behind your eyelids. Nico folded your body in half, having your knees practically touch your shoulders as he pulled you closer to his mouth. He devoured you like a man left starving for days, encouraging every roll of your hips as you tried to match his fervor. It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough. He was so close yet so far, feasting on everything you were willing to give him.

He took everything with no complaints, complete and utter devotion in his eyes as he forced you to look at him. Forcing you to look at how ruined he was making you. Your body was an offering he could never bear to refuse, and it was then that he felt that maybe the brandings on his chest were alluding to something hidden within him. If he was purposed for holy reasons, this couldn't be anything but sacrilege. How delicious the taste of sin was. 

With a cry, your orgasm washes over your body, so gentle and intense all at the same time. Just like the man who kept you in place even as your legs shook, continuing to coax you through your high. As he finally came up for air, your wetness was smeared all over his mouth, his tongue poking out from between his lips to lap it all clean. He gave you a pathetic little face as he unhurriedly thrust his cock against the mattress, looking for some kind of relief. "Wanna... inside.."

Your lips curled into a smile as you cooed sweetly at him, your hand coming to cup his cheek. "You gotta speak up for me, Nico. Otherwise I won't know what you want."

He whined, looking torn as he debated saving his pride versus finally getting to feel you. "Please... lemme feel inside… baby please…" The big bad dog who'd supposedly had you by the throat was now in the palm of your hand, waiting for your next words. And you couldn't be more pleased. 

Placing a kiss on his forehead, you whispered against his skin. "Not yet. You can be a good boy for me, right? You're so good." Ignoring his protests, you got out of bed, your legs shaking a bit as you gripped onto the bed frame to steady yourself. The absolute distraught look on his face as you left the room was priceless, and it only encouraged what you were about to do.

You grabbed a small blanket and wrapped it around yourself as you made your way downstairs again, trying not to flash any neighbors who happened to be looking in your first floor windows. As you got to the kitchen, you grabbed the bags you had carried in earlier and open them up, smiling as you took what you were looking for out. 

Before you had come home, a friend had asked you to come over to their apartment. She handed you her gift, saying it was only for precaution and hopefully you’d never have to use it. Having a notoriously aggressive dog does require some after all. You hadn't given it a second thought, pushing it to the bottom of your bag, because you weren’t a fan of hurting your puppy like that. But as you pulled the shock collar out and gave it a once over, you couldn't help but think this was all some divine intervention.

Making your way back upstairs, you first grabbed the leash you used for walks and attached it to the collar, tugging to make sure it was secure, then made your way to the bathroom. You hadn't had sex in a long time, so you were taking no chances. After spending a long time cleaning yourself up to acceptable standards, you entered your bedroom again and saw Nico kneeling on the mattress, back straight and mouth slightly parted. He looked at you with impatient yet forgiving eyes, as if he was trying to impress you with his obedience. You smiled as you came closer to the bed, and rested your hand on his neck, letting him ease up. 

His eyes drifted to the collar in your hand, then back up to you. You couldn't gauge the expression on his face, so you decided to explain gently. “I want to try something,” you gave him the collar, and watched as he turned it over, looking at it blankly. “This is a shock collar. It’s not made for humans, so I’ll turn the voltage all the way down. I think you’d feel really good with it on, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”

You used your thumb to tilt his chin up to meet your expression so he could see how serious you were. “I would never hurt you. Just like you’d never hurt me. Do you trust me?”

He was silent for a few moments before he looked into your eyes, nodding. “I do.”

You beamed at him, and planted a gentle kiss on his nose, watching his tail wag in excitement. “That's a good boy,” Taking the collar from him, you carefully wrapped it around his neck before clicking it together. A perfect fit. You had him lay back against the headboard and you reached over to your nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, noting the way his eyes brightened. Clicking the cap open, you helped him drizzle some onto his cock, which you were only now realizing the sheer size of. From a quick glance, you knew he was freakishly big, but up close, he was absolutely massive. It was throbbing, his mushroom tip leaking with big drops of precum, with what seemed to be a large sphere at the base of it. As your hand grazed over his length, he twitched violently, and it seemed to swell even more.

Is this even going to fit?

Deciding to go a bit easy on yourself, you tugged him closer by the leash, brushing your lips against his own. “We’re gonna start slowly, okay? I want you to feel everything,” 

He reluctantly nodded and let out a shuddering gasp as you started to play with the head, his hips coming up to thrust against your fingers. “S-sensitive…”

You tutted softly and grabbed the remote that controlled his collar from the nightstand. You pressed a button and he jolted with a yelp, not expecting the light zap that hit his neck. “I told you to be good. Don't disobey me now.” 

His eyes brimmed with unshed tears as you continued to touch him, eventually wrapping your entire hand around his cock. It was so big that your fingers barely touched together, but you gave him a tiny pump to gauge his reaction. Nico’s eyes rolled back as he clenched his fists, trying his hardest not to move an inch or disobey you. “Hah… ngh…”

“Hmm… so pretty. And all for me. You’re just so eager to fuck me, aren't you? So, so eager~”

Nico threw his head against the headboard, letting out a tiny constrained mix of a growl and a plea as you sat up on your knees to shuffle his cock between your thighs. His eyes were squeezed tight before he opened them to look at you, silently begging. He didn't want to risk the collar again, but he was getting desperate and you knew this. You gave him a light tap on the cheek before nodding. He jumped on this opportunity, taking your hips to squeeze your thighs together against his dick as he humped your legs. A long drawn out moan of relief left his lips as he pulled you down to him, kissing you fervently. Even the slightest bit of touch, he was so grateful for. You, he was so grateful for.

You played nice, letting him pull moans and coos of praises out of you, telling him how good he was, how about beautiful he looked fucking your thighs. Falling apart just from the slightest bit of touch, not even inside you yet. “Feels so good, doesn't it?”

“Yes!” he panted out, started to go faster as he tightly gripped the flesh of your hips, surely to leave a bruise later. “So, so good, Jesus God- please…”

Your eyes softened as you whispered, your words almost lost amongst the sound of slapping skin and creaking wood. “I want you to hold out for me a little longer, okay? You’re doing so perfect, you feel sooo right~”

Nico looked at you with teary eyes, sniffing as a wet droplet dribbled down his cheek. His lips were flushed and bleeding red from how he bit down on them, and as you moved him to kiss them bare, he whimpered. “Mi vida, please. Estoy desesperado… I need to… to-!” He howled as finished, his cum splattering all over your thighs and lower back as he slammed against you one last time. Sobs of relief spill from his mouth as he clutches you tightly, his cock still hard and twitching between your legs. 

You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, placing apologetic kisses to try and soothe him. Even thought he didn’t last, he was trying so hard to, and that’s what mattered. As long as he felt good, then everything else could wait. “Are you okay, Nico?” 

He let out a few shuddering breaths before nodding softly. “Yeah… ‘m just tired,” His dick twitched again as you shifted your weight on your legs, and he let out an exhausted chuckle. “That part of me isn’t, I guess,” Pulling back, he regarded you with a quiet expression. “Well, before we go any further, I gotta tell you something.”

You tilted your head, looking back with a quizzical expression. “You painted a bodily fluid mosaic on my back and now you want to say more? 'Tis a bit late for that, is it not?” 

Caught off guard by your question, he laughed loudly, pressing your lips together as his body shook in amusement. “Such is the curse of being attracted to you, estrella,” he gingerly pulls you off of him, his dick still rock hard despite the sheer intensity of his previous orgasm. “It’s got more to do with what…” he motions to the base of his cock, where that mysterious sphere was. “That is.” 

Sitting back on your heels, you stared at it. It most likely had something to do with his animal… thing, but you weren’t sure what the hell it was supposed to even be. Or do, for that matter. It took you a few seconds for it to hit you, and you looked up at him shocked. “That’s gonna go in me?”

“Yeah… Trust me, I’d rather it not. I get that I’m already…” he quirked an eyebrow at you and a glimpse of a smile graced his face. “...well endowed, but this shit’s not gonna end unless that happens. I gotta be honest, I’m more worried about what comes after it’s inside.” (heh no pun intended)

You gaped at him incredulously. “What the hell do you me after?”

He reached over to flick your forehead gently, slightly exasperated. “Lemme explain, will ya? It acts somewhat like a seal, so when I finish, none of it escapes,” he took note of the flushed expression you wore, and he went on to clarify. “If you got a condom, then that’s that taken care of. But if not, then it stays inside until the swelling goes down and I’m able to pull out. And I’m not sure how long that takes.” 

Your eye twitched as he finished explaining, and you couldn’t help but sigh. “If you mess up my mattress like you did with my bedsheets when you pull out, I’m gonna kill you.”

Nico chuckled and pulled you in for another kiss, his hands tangling with the hair on the nape of your neck. “No promises, darlin'.”

Any tension and irritation you had faded as he pressed his tongue inside your mouth while he tugged you back into his proximity. Except the tiniest amount that still resided, which had you bring your hands up his chest to tug and twist as his pebbled nipples. He hissed softly, grinning against your lips as he matched your teasing ministrations. "Ah... Santa Madre... Eres el deseo que nunca puedo resistir." His thumb traced your jaw, tipping your face to the side so he could have easy access to your neck. The sounds he made while marking you as his couldn't be described as anything but scandalous. Muttering filth and debauchery as he bit into the skin, pulling blood and then licking it clean as an apology. 

You stuttered and tripped over your words, your vision going dark with pleasure. "N-ni..." Words were becoming hard to articulate, and you didn't know if you could take the teasing any longer. 

He tutted, sucking harshly on your collarbone before looking up at you through his eyelashes. "Look at you... can't even say my name properly," He took you by the back of your head and pulled you closer, whispering. "Forgotten our manners, hm? You're feeling a little too good, aren't you..." A soft kiss was left on your nose, gentle and affectionate. "Quiero hacerte sentir el paraíso, cariño. I'll take good care of you, don't worry."

Nico laid you in front of him again, and through the fog of your desire, you could vaguely make out him reaching for the bottle of lube again, taking your hand and lathering your fingers. He leaned over you, breathing heavily as he moved both of yours down your body to your puckered little hole. His sharp nail gently trailed the circumference of it, making you whine desperately. 

"I don't wanna hurt ya... Once you've prepped yourself, I'll give you everything you need. Okay, darlin'?" 

You nod slowly, pressing into your swollen flesh and making your back arch with tension. It didn't feel as good as you imagined Nico's would have, and this only spurred you on more. You looked at him, trying to be convincing and alluring as you went knuckles deep, weeping with lust. Without another second wasted, you started to thrust in and out, your eyes heavy-lidded. Your hips were raised towards him so you could angle deeper into yourself, letting yourself get lost in the feeling and adding even more fingers. With every calculated move, you were testing him, BEGGING him to fuck you; and you weren't gonna stop until he finally gave in.

He let out a deep groan as he pulled you by the hips towards him, reaching down to brush the hair out of your eyes. "You're that desperate for me, huh? You wanna go dumb from me driving my cock into you?" Nico gripped your wrist, gently pulling you out from your sex, and starting to grind his cock against you. Even after all of that, he was still trying to give you time to adjust and back out, he was on the... larger side after all. But truthfully, you were getting really damn tired of the courtesy. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him down to meet your gaze. "If you leave me aching for your dick for one more second, I'll neuter your ass."

He grinned and gave you one last peck on the lips. "Just making sure." Suddenly, he thrust into you, filling you all the way to the base of his knot. Your mouth dropped open and before you could even register the pain, he let out a deep, resounding snarl and started pounding into you hard like a man gone mad. 

There were screams and wails ripped from your lungs as you scratched at his back, but he wasn't deterred. If anything, he relished in the pain. Every clench of your puffy walls around his cock was a testament to how good he was making you feel. That he was the one who was turning you into a babbling mess, a wreck that couldn't stop their legs from shaking and trembling. 

In that moment, as ludicrous as it was, he knew that he loved you. He loved you so much, with every inch of his cold, scarred heart. You were the one who brought him into your home, asking for nothing in return even as he growled and snapped at you. You treated him with a kindness that he had never experienced, and the only thing he could offer in return was the promise that he would make you feel this good all the time. No matter when you wanted it, no matter how you wanted it, he would be that person for you. And even then, he would try. He would try so fucking hard to be the man you deserved because he knew that he couldn't let anyone be with you ever again. 

Nico buried himself in the crook of your neck, kissing every area that he could even process was there, absolutely drunk in the feeling of you around him. God, you felt so good. You were so, so good in every way. He would take care of you, and make sure you never felt lonely ever again. Every bite and mark he left was a testament to how much how cherished you, and how you were his. You were his, as much as he was yours, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He pulled back, pressing your foreheads together as his hips continued to slap against yours, creating a lewd symphony of noises. 

"Eres mi todo."

Your eyes brimmed with tears and you smiled, pressing your lips together in a sloppy kiss. "Never leave me. Please."

"I won't. I promise."

Both of your moans got louder and you felt your stomach twist, that familiar explosive feeling building up. The stickiness of your skin melding together, the warm feeling that washed all over you, this is the closest you were ever going to get to heaven. He ruthlessly reached into the deepest parts of your body, absolutely ruining sex with anyone else for you. You couldn't stop the salty streams from flowing down your cheeks as you tried to speak, your words coming out broken and hoarse. "I love you, God, I love you!" 

Nico hushed you with another kiss, understanding every unspoken word that you were trying to say. "You feel so perfect... like you were made for me. You're so beautiful, mi alma gemela." His thrusts got faster until he finally slammed his entire cock into you, knot and all. You screamed out in rapture, finally coming and violently shaking from underneath him. Your orgasm ripped through your entire body, leaving you absolutely breathless while stars exploded from behind your eyes. It was the most intense thing you've ever experienced, and you could barely register the feeling of Nico's hips stuttering to a pause, a loud moan dripping from his lips as he spilled himself deep into the crevices of your heat. 

You dug your nails into the skin of his back as he filled you to the brim, feeling that maybe this was where you were meant to be all your life. With him, in the most intimate way possible. God, you loved him.

Eventually, the two of you came down from your shared climaxes, and you relaxed into the bed, while he rested on his forearms above you, panting hard. You were absolutely spent, and you couldn't help but cheekily smile up at him, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. "So... I'll take it as you enjoyed that?"

He let out a loud, tired laugh as his hands came to cup your face, nuzzling against your cheek. "Eres un pequeño liante, ¿sabes?"

You hummed in response, relishing in the feeling of him on your skin. “Also, you wanna explain how you just suddenly know Spanish?”

“Call it a quirk.”

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

[Image Description: 6 colored drawings of Linked Spirit AU's Links in either underwear or otherwise mostly uncovered to showcase their scars, arrows pointing to each one with a label. 1st: Bean sits in a pool of water, splashing and glaring at Navi holding his hair behind him. "If you took more baths this wouldn't be an issue" Navi says. Bean growls "Grrr" he has two scars on his shoulder from "Ghoma". He has scratches on his arm from a "Peahat". On his chest there's a scratch from "Phantom Ganon" and a large burn from "Volvagia". He has a "lava" burn on his right rear thigh and a "dead hand" scratch on his left leg. 2nd: Forest has his tunic half lowered around his waist, sitting and frowning. He has scars based on the Fierce Diety markings and a long slash across his chest labeled from "Majora". The flowers in his hair is from the "Deku Mask". He has the same scars on his shoulders from "Ghoma" and his leg from "dead hand" as Bean. But it is noted that "OoT Adult Scars are gone" He has a scar across his chest from "Igos du Ikana". He has a bite on his shoulder from "Gyorg" and a "Deku Baba" bite on his leg. 3rd: Smith looks at ver Minish Tail curiously, eyes violet. The notch in their ear is from "Sissors Beetle". A scar across his shoulder by his neck is from "Shadow". Va has a burn from "Gleerok" on ver shoulder and two burns on his stomach and leg from "Vaati". They have scratches on their arms from a "Cat" and "scratched himself". They have a scar on their leg from "Big Manhandla" and one on his chest from Ganon. His Minish Tail is labeled "Tail & Hands Minish Magic" 4th: Ordon looks over himself, raising a arm over his head. He exclaims "What is That?" He has a "Dodongo Bite" on his arm, and scars on his arms from "Bulblin King" His crooked nose is labeled "nose broken Ganon". He has a scar on his wrist from "Wolf Chain". He has a scar on his stomach from "Zant" and "transformation stretch marks" He has a burn on his calf from "Stallord Fireball" 5th: Mouse stands with one hand on his hip, wiping sweat off his brow. He has scars on his forearms from "mirror glass". He has a "falling icicle" scar on his left shoulder and on his right arm from "Lupay". He has a burn from "Goronu" on his stomach. He has a bite from "Glutko" on his thigh. He has a "Daira" and "Dropped his sword" scar on his left leg. 6th: Wind looks over his shoulder, holding a wet shirt out. His eye scar and a scar across his chest is labeled from "Ganondorf's sword". He has tenticle scars from "Bellum" and an "Octoroc" across his chest. He has a burn from "Blaaz" on his arm. He has scars from "Roc King Scratch" on his arm and leg. He has a "Lava Burn" on his foot, and "Bunion & Calluses from Ballet" End ID]

Part 1 - Part 2! of Scars

[chiiyuuvv]

REALIZATION - YECHAN °

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You were asleep, fast asleep, your head placed onto yechans shoulder, with your arms wrapped around his. In normal situations, he would have laughed it off, taking a picture to tease you later.

But not now.

His cheeks redder than his hair as he froze, his heart pounding out of his chest as your soft snores echo the room.

What should he do? Should he wake you up? Should he leave you there? His mind was spinning, his stomach was twisting. It was too much.

His eyes lingered onto your sleeping figure, landing at your face as he watches you sleep. Was this creepy? He thought to himself, studying your features closely. You looked absolutely adorable, from your swollen cheeks to puffy lips. It was too much.

He shouldn't think of you like this. You were his best friend and there was no way you saw him the same way he saw you. Heck, you'd probably laugh at him or feel weirded out and your friendship would be ruined.

That's why he kept his feelings at bay, burying them deep inside him. But not now, it was too much.

His mind tried to convince his heart it was a bad idea, but his heart was too stubborn; his hand was already cupping your cheek. Your skin was soft, like mochi as a smile slowly forms on your face. He gasps. Could you feel the same?

He shakes his head, a little too hard as he accidentally shakes you, a small 'hm' leaving your lips. "Sorry.." he mutters, before grabbing your shoulder slowly, shaking it softly.

"Toot toot? Wake up, the movies over," he shakes you again, your eyes fluttering opening softly. You yawn, another hum leaving your lips as you stretch, your focus on the tv.

"Oh shoot.. did I fall asleep?" You wake up fully, the end credits rolling. "Yeah." He answers simply, his back resting again the couch as a hand runs through his hair.

"Sorry," you smile sheepishly, another yawn leaving your lips as yechan shakes his head. "Its nothing, the movie was boring anyway."

"Oh?" You respond, yechan humming in response as he glances at your direction. So cute. He smiles to himself, playing around with his fingers as he looks down.

Grrr, your stomach growls as you and yechan share a look, before bursting with laughter. "Are you hungry?" Yechan loud laugh echoes the room as you look down, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I told you you should of ate something~" Yechan shakes his head before standing up, brushing off his pants before offering you his hand. "Come on toot toot."

Toot toot. It was a silly nickname and something he used to make fun of you. You hated it at first but soon grown fond of it, your heart skipping a beat.

You hand lands on his, the grip tightening as he helps you to your feet.

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"I have some left over fries and-"

"DINO NUGGIES!!" You shout, cutting him off as you hurriedly stuff one into your mouth. In normal situations, he would have laughed at you before following your actions.

But not now.

Nope, he was frozen again, his heart pounding again as he finds your messy figure.. cute.

Should he be saying that? He ponders, sitting down on a chair as his chin falls onto his hand.

His hyungs always teased the two of you, now to think about it, saying how cute of a couple you would be and how dumb you were for not noticing each others feelings. Was that true? Was he just blindly in love, so in love that he didnt notice your feelings?

"Yechan..?" Your voice rings in his ear, sending him out of his trance as he realizes what he was doing. He pulls his hand away from your cheek, wiping the ketchup on a napkin. "You.. had something right there.." he mumbles, looking down as his cheeks reddened.

"Oh.." you nod your head slowly as yechan glances at you, watching your cheeks turn to a light shade of pink. Did he have an effect on you? Like how he does for you?

The dining room was filled with a awkward silence, you both rethinking about what happened earlier. "So uh.." you trail off, biting into a fry as you try to break the silence.

You had started talking again but for yechans sake, he couldnt focus. No matter how hard he tried, he couldnt focus. He was too busy staring at you again. Your words sounded like soft whispers, whispers you could barely hear. He wanted to pay attention, to add to the conversation but he couldnt. You were too beautiful

He loved how your eyes sparkled as you talked, or how you always fidgeted with your fingers, or how-

"YECHAN!!" You shout, feeling a bit angry he was zoning out again. You throw a fry at him, watching the ketchup land on his face as the fry bounced off, landing on the floor.

"Did you just.. throw a fry at me?" Yechan gasps, a hand on his chest as you smirk, not saying anything.

After throwing another fry at him, yechan nods before suddenly shouting "FOOD FIGHT!!"

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"I dont get why your so mad toot toot, you started it," yechan says calmly, finishing cleaning himself off.

"You weren't listening!!" You frown angrily, wiping the remainder ketchup off your face. Yechan shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walks to his room.

"Yah!!" You shout, running after him. "Calm down I'm right here," he rolls his eyes playfully, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Your arms cross as you push him back against the bed, his giggles filling the room. "Y-yah yechan what are you doing?!" You shout as he pulls your arm, bring you onto the bed and pulling the blanket over the two of you.

"Where are you?" Yechan whispers as the room is suddenly pitch black. "Right here.." you whisper back, your hand finding his and squeezing it.

You feel yechan touching your hair, accidentally pulling it. "Ouch!"

"Looks like I've found your hair," yechan giggles, his hot breath fanning your ear. You heart skips a beat, in fact, many beats.

"Is this your face?" Yechan asks, cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer. "Yeah.." you answer shyly, feeling his breath fan on yours.

"Oh." His fingers trace your nose, then your eyes as your breath hitches, your face getting red. "Your skin is so soft.." he mutters, kissing your forehead.

It was something he did often, something you paid no attention too, but you were definitely paying attention now. You could stop the smile that was forming on your face, a little giggle leaving your lips.

You can feels yechan smile on your forehead, his hands finding yours as he places little kisses on your face. "What are you doing?" You giggle, your smile getting bigger.

"Toot toot.." he whispers, you could feel him getting closer to your face. "Hm?" You hum, feeling your hand being lifted and placed on his chest. His heart was pounding.

"Do you.." his voice trailing off, shaking softly as you feel his head shake.

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything right?" Your voice laced with worry as you hands find his face, lifting it up at eye level.

"Its nothing.."

"No." You frown. "Tell me." You demand, your hand lightly stroking his cheek.

"You wouldnt like it.."

"How to you know that? If you can't tell me, then show me."

Your heart stops as you feel something on your lips. It was yechans lips. It was hesitant and nervous, but softer than a marshmallow, sweeter than candy, too good to be true.

His lips fit your perfectly, like they were meant to be there as he moves slowly, hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer. Goosebumps swarm your body as your head tilts and you grab his neck, closing your eyes to savor the moment.

The kiss lasted a little longer than you hoped, breaking the kiss to catch your breaths. "Wow.." yechan whispers, pulling the blanket off of the two of you.

His face was as red as yours, if not redder as he looks down, a smile forming.

"Toot toot I.. I like you a lot.. a little too much really.." yechan grabs your hand, grinning softly as he looks at you, his eyes forming into hearts.

"Do you.. like me..?" He smiles nervously, scratching his head.

"No." You answer, making yechans eyes widen. "H-huh o-oh u-um I-"

"I love you."

A/n: wooo that was a long one. I can defo say the kissing scene was MUCH better than all my other ones (thank you pinterest)

And thank you @xikerstarr (insta, tumblr AND wattpad) for requesting. Kinda regret telling you I was writing 'yOuR bOyFrIeNd' and will defo not tell you anymore 😘😊 (stop pestering me)

[notjustdragonspages]

Been having an extremely stressful and mentally exhausting few weeks, and I just feel perpetually exhausted even when i just do mundane things, so was hoping maybe I could ask to get a donnie x gn reader blurb thingy where the reader is just extremely mentally exhausted, and donnie notices this and decides to comfort them?? Let's them cuddle up on his lap while he works and he runs his fingers through their hair, says soft affirmations/ just general fluffy ooey gooey goodness.

No pressure to do this, take your time!

You got it ;3

I'm just tired

A/n: this is a very cute idea. I love it so much. And I'm sorry it took so long. I swear I'm getting to all your guys asks, I've just been in this writers block for like a month. Grrr, it sucks.

Warnings: no one! However, I did use the temperature it was in Canada when I wrote this, which was 35. So whatever that is anywhere else, you guys get to translate it.

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Tired. That's what you were. It's not that you were physically, however that was low too, it's that you felt like you were running off a single braincell. Each task you had to do, whether it was homework, doing chores, or just walking around your house, seemed impossible.

Thus you were lying on your bed, trying to nap, but only getting so far as to day dream with your eyes closed. Not to mention it was summer and today just had to be one of the hottest all week. Well above 30.

Grumbling you got up and tried to rearrange your pillows in a way to have the fan blowing on you- it had been tucked away in the back corner of the garage and you had snatched it before one of your family members could. Laying back down on your stomach, head resting on the pillows, you checked your messages.

Donnie: sry gonna have to be over a bit later tonight

You sighed. Of course. And by later, he probably meant tomorrow. Closing your eyes, your thoughts drifted to the purple clad terrapin. You two had been dating for only about a month now, both deciding that after eleven months of 'not' dating, you might as well make it official.

Smacking your pillow, you flipped it over to the cooler side and buried your face into it. You were too tired to deal with this heat. To deal with anything. You growled in frustration and dragged yourself out of bed. It was only 6:30.

Slowly walking to the kitchen, you grabbed a glass of water and pressed your face against it. Sweet relief from the heat. Peeking into your freezer, you grabbed a couple ice cubes and brought them back to your room. You munched on them as you waited.

At around 9 pm, you heard a knock on your bedroom window. "Come in..."

You tiredly watched as Donnie quietly opened your door before slipping in. He paused, a very confused look on his face before you grumbled and he saw you on your mattress on the floor.

"You look miserable," he said, taking his battle shell off and leaving his tech bo by your door. Carefully walking over, he plopped himself on the edge of your bed. He blocked the fan and you hissed at him, batting at his arm until he moved over.

"Gee, thanks," you snapped, sitting up and crossing your legs. Donnie tilted his head at you.

"Are you.... okay? I mean, aside from being hot and "miserable"."

Frowning at him you pinched the bridge of your nose, a headache adding to the list of things agitating you. "I just.... It's been a tough week. With school just starting and teachers already giving out homework.... I'm just tired. And this heat isn't helping."

Donnie studied your face for a moment before wrapping an arm around you. At the same time you heard machinery hiss and click into place. Looking over your shoulder, you saw an a/c installed in your window. You gave Donnie a shocked look.

"How-"

"Don't worry about it, love."

Being as strong as he is (shhh ignore the one episode where he couldn't lift a table. Look at his armsssss) he picked you up and lifted you into his lap, scooting on your bed till his shell was against the wall. He leaned on it and you moved until you could rest your head on his upper plastron.

Donnie chuckled as you snuggled into him and he brought a hand down to gently rub your back, soothing away any worries.

"You're doing great. And if you're tired, it's okay to take a break."

"Says the guy who collapsed from exhaustion yesterday-" He kissed you abruptly to shut you up. Pulling away he had a slight blush on his snout.

"We don't need to mention that," he chuckled nervously and gently ran his fingers through your hair. Working with his hands a lot definitely means he can give a good head massage.

You gave him a final smirk before closing your eyes as he gently scratched your scalp. You felt safe, and cozy, and still tired. But this tired felt better. Like when you woke up you'd actually feel rested.

Plus, with him working that magic on your head, there was no way you'd stay awake for long.

As you drifted off, you heard him whisper.

"I love you, Darling."

[anonymoosen]

ZIMPAI SHIZPOST STORY PART 5: REALISATION 🤯⁉️

(WE’RE GETTING REAAAL CLOSE TO THE LAST PART GUYS-)

(THE LAST PART WILL BE RLLY SHORT CUZ THIS ONE IS PRETTY LONG KSSKDK)

Our lovely majestic tsundere green lizard boi ELEEEGANTLY pranced over to Dib-chans house with the cherry blossom petals blowing as intensely as ever.

“DEEEB-STINKKK BAH-KAAAHH!! I HAVE RETURNED AND- BLEHHH WHY DO THESE PINK FLOWER THINGIES KEEP HITTING MY FACE!?!”

Dib-chan immediately crashed through his own window from his room and landed on top of Zimpai, “accidentally” pinning him to the ground like that romantic move a lot of people use in movies.

The big headed boy giggled cutely with the usual sparkles in his eyes, “Ooooh woopsiess!! I totaaally didn’t know this cliche romantic trope would happen!!”

The alien rolled his and blushed deeply from the close proxZIMity and the way his crush’s voice sounded like the most adorable thing in the whole world— even cuter than their old class pet hamster, Peepi! (hehehehe peepeepoopoo)

Wait- NO! This is a disease! A CURSE!! The Dib-thing wanted me to fall prey into his hands this whole time!! Zim immediately shook his head and pushed Dib away. Dib-chan looked to the ground and wondered worriedly if he had gone too far in invading the invader’s personal space.

(HELP I JUST DOODLED THIS ON MAH PHONE SO BADLY 5 MIN AGO-)

Zim-kun tried not to feel bad about Dib looking a bit saddened and growled, “GRRR YOU’LL NEVER CURSE ME WITH THAT STYOOPID FEELING!”

Dib sighed and tried to hold back his once again returning sparkling anime tears. Of course it was one sided. Of course he got rejected by even the most annoying alien in the world. Who would even want some creepy weirdo like Dib?

Meanwhile, Gaz was eating popcorn while the whole cheesy but slightly angsty in a way Fanfiction scene played out. “Why are they acting even stupider than usual?” The whatever-colour-her-hair-is girl asked out loud. The question was then answered by a familiar British voice. “Innit!” Gaz blinked.

“Uh- what?”

“WAIT WHERE DID THAT BRITISH STEREOTYPE OF A WORD COME FROM- I MEAN-” The dark purple / indigo / dark blue (HELP IM BAD AT COLORS) alien girl continued, “Ahem, I meant that this whole anime stupidity Fanfiction scene was all part of my revenge plan! MuahahahAAHAHAAHHA!!”

Gaz face palmed. Was the hideous not-so-new girl, Tak, the one who she once viewed as the biggest threat to earth, THIS pathetic??

“Dude- you’re STILL plotting your revenge on these idiots? And you’re doing it by zapping them with some in-real-life-anime gun thingy??” Gaz asked, trying not to sound slightly intrigued by this. Tak saw the undeniable interest in Gaz’s eyes and smugly nodded. The shorter of the two gave up and shrugged. At least she had some show to watch! (even though it was too cheesy and stupid for her liking sometimes)

Back to the main drama going on, Zim noticed Dib trying to hold his tears and gulped. Why the heck did he even feel bad about his ENEMY?? He’s supposed to HATE that big headed dork! The dorkiest dork ever! The cutest- WAIT-

The alien tried to look away. However, it couldn’t be helped. The so-called ‘curse’ was too strong, like the big-headed boy was a magnet pulling Zim’s eyes to look at his adorable face.

Could it beeeee… that the feeling Zimpai was feeling…

WASN’T a curse?!11!1?! hOW ShoCKiNG-

NO!! (Z)IMPOSSIBLEEE!! Invaders needed NO ONEEEE!

…But no one is perfect, and Dib can be his no one-

“LIEEESSS!” The alien desperately screeched out loud on the top of his lungs (or whatever aliens had). Dib raised an eyebrow in confusion, distracting him from the overwhelming sadness he was trying to hide. “I…uhhh- didn’t say anything…?”

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WELP ZIM IS SLOWLY (SO FRIGGIN SLOWLY) REALISING HIS FEELINGS FOR DOBBLE DIBBY BOO BOO BEAR MIGHT BE REAAL!1!1!1 HOW UNEXPECTEDDD!1!1!

(HELP ME IM RUNNING OUTTA IDEAS SO IM MAKING THIS A VERY VERY SLOW PROGRESS FOR THEM FIRKFK)

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[orofritokathy]

Sparring Partner.

Jin/Xiaoyu. Fluff. Post Tekken 8.

My first attempt at a Tekken fanfic and a first fanfic for A WHILE so please be nice:

I don't own any of these characters.

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"A sparring session? From Jin? While he's still recovering from the... You know...?"

Xiaoyu sat on a random table with Panda, Asuka and Alisa discussing that the other night Jin asked his best friend to join him for a sparring session this evening.

"You sure he wasn't still recovering from all the blows he got from his deadbeat devil dad?" Asuka asked.

"I mean could very well be but Jin has always been alert and on his toes and I wish there was a way to say that danger is truly gone." Xiaoyu scratches her head.

"Still, I think you should go and that's when you tell him..." Alisa noted.

"Tell him about what?"

"That there's a super sized edition of the decaffeinated coffee by Ortiz Fa... No, that you've been having the hots for Jin, pigtails!" Asuka smacked the table, almost startling Panda who was enjoying a can of fish.

"Hey, those aren't pigtails and how did you know?!" Xiaoyu protested.

"Where do we begin? You've always been so damn nice to him and stood by his side even when he literally went demonic and started WWIII!" Alisa crossed her arms.

"I just had to help him! I know him better than anyone else!" Xiaoyu passed another can of fish to Panda.

"Rawwwrrr awwwraaaarrr!" Panda answered.

"Oh come on, I don't stare that much at his pecs, Panda!" Xiaoyu groaned as the other girls laughed.

"I've fought demons, like actual demons and was responsible for an actual war yet... How do I kiss a girl?!"

Jin was walking around the panel room where Lars and Victor were listening to the young Kazama's problems.

"You're saying you asked this Xiaoyu lady out without practice?" Victor asked in his french accent.

"I didn't think she'd say yes on the spot!" Jin growled.

"You're not saying that you didn't see that coming? Oh Kazama, your bloodline is full of cunning and smart people, surely you're not an exception...!" Victor shook his head.

"Take that back you greyhaired frog!" Jin hissed when Hwoarang peeked in.

"Who am I high-fiving for insulting Jinbo over here?" Hwoarang grinned.

"This is none of your business, get lost!" Jin crossed his arms.

"You better leave." Lars glared at the Korean rival sternly.

"Alright... I'll leave quietly... AY YO, DEMON BOY IS A VIRGIN!" Hwoarang ran off cackling into the distance before Jin took off.

"Better pray that I don't have any demon genes left, dicknugget!"

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Despite Xiaoyu's protests, she appeared at the training dojo looking beautiful and dolled up thanks to Lili and Panda fixing her up (While Asuka insulting Lili's styling tips).

She wore a gorgeous dark pink traditional outfit and a sweet headband. She looked around as she was alone.

"I knew it. It's going to be just a sparring session and I will look like a fool for dressing up too nicely for this... Grrr, once I get my hands on Jin I will..."

"You will what?"

Xiaoyu turned around and saw Jin wearing an all black suit, the top buttons undone and holding out a flower.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who was freaking out over this." Jin chuckled and handed over the flower to Xiaoyu.

"Thanks... What's going on?" She asked.

Jin took a deep breath.

"The only reason I did not notice your... Advances to me was because I was afraid... Not afraid of feeling wonderful emotions but I was afraid of hurting the one woman that means as much to me as my mother. I saw a lot of her in you but... I was scared of committing the same mistakes as my..." Jin felt a lump on his throat.

"Your father." Xiaoyu added and Jin added.

"The devil gene has done lots of damage but it also saved me in some ways... Yet now with that gone... I'm ready to become a whole new man and I just want to start with... A new move." Jin finished as Xiaoyu looked at him sideways.

"A what?"

"Come on, arms up... Fists on the ready. Defence stance." Jin held up his hands and Xiaoyu shrugged as she obeyed him.

"What kind of a move are you...." Xiaoyu was interrupted by Jin - kissing her on the lips.

It was a gentle yet a passionate kiss, something Xiaoyu has only seen in her favorite romantic movies but did not expect from the usually tough and silent Kazama. She held him close and answered the kiss with the same enthusiasm and need.

"Well...?" Jin asked after their lips parted ways.

"That was... Smooth. Didn't know you had that in you, mister Mean Demon." Xiaoyu teased and Jin just nudged her. "Shut up, Xiao." He chuckled before kissing her again when Panda stumbled in, gazed at the couple before passing out.

"I'll get the fish..." Jin shook his head with a grin...

THE END.

[jenchann]

Catch A....Fish? | J.yh

Just some fluff as a gift for the cute @moonlight-yuyu . Thankyou for the request lovely! I tried my best despite my situation😭 Hope your enjoy it well!

Summary:

Yunho confessed to you once at a party and that caught you off guard . So you weren’t sure how to respond to him then. But your friends planned a trip among your group to go camping and fishing within few coming weeks. You had all your time to get things straight in your mind about the confession. So what would you have decided?

Characters: Jeong Yunho, Reader, Mingi(Mention only)

Pairing: Yunho x f!reader

Also i haven't forgotten Haechan fics guys i will be posting them!

You stood in the still waters, your eyes and legs already tired from standing too long in hopes of catching fish. One fish. But that seemed to be a difficult task for your today. Today out of all days you had to be there one in charge of catching food for the campfire and there seems to be no proper current flow. And that meant no fish. The chances of catching fish seemed almost impossible so you propped down on a rock that stood high emerging above the water, to rest.

It was evening already now, the birds flew above the horizon into the woods on the other side, probably done securing food for their little families.

"Grrr-er" your stomach growled pathetically as a frown painted your lips. It was definitely your fault, you gave away your food to others in hopes you’ll be eating a hearty feast later in the evening. You didn't regret that until you were chosen to catch fish.... alone. You were down on manpower so you couldn’t really say no to the chore.

You did all that was taught to you in the fishing lessons your took. But seemed like they weren't working. Finally, you felt as if mother nature must’ve heard your helpless state, you felt the water current pick up speed below your feet gradually. Jumping to your toes or rather your boots, your picked up the fishing rod and checked the bait. Casting your fishing line with a forceful throw, you now waited patiently, praying you catch atleast two fishes for a good meal.

Casting the line few other times with a swish of the rod you still felt hopeful this time. You locked the bail and turned the rod over to be ready for the catching. Any minute now. Minutes passed as you waited patiently, eyes on the line.

"Any luck?" You heard a voice grunting as the source seemed to experience some turbulence.

It was Yunho, making his way down to the lake through the rocky terrain from the elevated road.

"No. I don't think there's any fish in here. Are you guys sure this is a good fishing spot?"

"Yes, Mingi and I asked the locals yesterday, they said it is fishing season and this place was perfect"

"Well, I haven't caught any fish yet" you sounded tired.

"Here, you have to do it like this!" he said as he hugged you from behind, hands over yours clutching the fishing rod over your fingers. You could feel the weight and the warmth of his hands. And the most important one- you could smell him. You weren't sure if it was his cologne or if it was just him. Your brain went hazy, not only his smell filling your entire personal space but with warmth too. Your heart sped up, an unknown feeling coursed through you as your breath got heavier. You just wanted to bury yourself in his neck and get lost in this hazy drug that was filling up your senses by the second.

He really did like teaching stuff. You couldn’t blame him, he was curious about a lot of stuff. And yet he was still patient when it came to teaching it.

Yunho moved the rod back while still clutching your hands, at 45 degrees to propel the fishing rod further forward down the river. A Strong hand caught your left hand and aligned it on the rod grip along with your right. He was almost hugging you now, with each breath he took, the hot air hit your exposed neck, goosebumps raising the baby hairs as a result yet still his body maintained a distance.

It's this a right time to say? You pondered over your thoughts as you struggled not to slip between getting lost in his divine oud or actually feeling his safe warmth. Suddenly your felt a soft tug from the line and immediately turned your face to him.

"You feel that? It is a fish right" you felt elated.

Uncovering your right hand, he reeled the line in, but the fish seemed to put up a fight.

"Hold it down" as he reeled the line he was now full on hugging you now, the fish seemed strong but you both gripped the rod harder, his right hand relentlessly spun the line back. The rod tugged forward and making you back up against his frame as you flinched.

SNAP.

The line snapped.

The. Line. Snapped.

You both froze like that from the audacity of the happening, bewildered too.

"What. The. Hell" you heard him curse softly in shock.

You were pretty much would say the same, you haven't heard of a line snapping? Unless the fish was too big? Or by using an old product that’s defected? So you both froze contemplating the accident. Within a few seconds you felt the warmth around your body again and felt your body heat up.

He felt so warm and soft. And safe. Like Home.

You felt him sighing from your back.

"They wouldn't have given us an old string right?" He looked at the rod skeptically, an awkward laugh marring his voice.

"I don't know" you tried to respond as neutral as possible.

The light bulb must have been blasted in his mind, bringing him back to reality cause Yunho took a step back from your figure, his warmth leaving you as he cleared his throat.

"So..."he started, voice expectant and soft as he took some time to actually say the words.

“Have you decided yet?" He asked as he bit his lips.

You tried to crank you neck around to look at his face, it took you a second to understand what he was implying, come back from your divine smelling heaven.

"I mean you can take all the time you want, no pressure at all! I was just...y'know-"

You bit your lips shyly as your hair formed a barrier between you both when you ducked down looking at your boots.

“Yes”

"a little bit anxious-" his voice cut out as he heard you talk.

"-What?" His confused voice now reached you.

Shifting closer towards him, you placed the fishing rod in the big rock near his legs.

You glanced slowly up to his eyes,

"Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend Jeong Yunho" you smiled at his dumbfounded face.

His face converted from confusion to shock and then to a sweet smile, the one that always drove you crazy.

He hugged you back again now, all smiley "You know you can't take that back right?"

"I wouldn't want to" you hugged him back, his face on your shoulders.

The sun was setting orange, reflecting like watercolors on the fluid river. You gazed back into his eyes, he looked just like a prince right now. A prince who stood by your side even when you didn't need anything from him. Your Prince.

Your lips met in the softest caress, breath mingling with the sweetness of love for each other. Both your lips danced around to taste the sweet sweet honey only to taste it again and again as the sun blushed red and retired for the day as it witnessed the lovers.

"Let's just buy fish from that supermarket from yesterday"

You sniggered "Seems like the only option now" as you both held hands walking up the rocks to the car Yunho drove in.

"Hey! We almost caught one"

"Almost is the key word, it did escape away”

He rolled his eyes in response “Faulty device” he quipped.

You thought, you might have not caught a fish but as cheesy as this might sound, you caught yourself a Prince. And Feelings. And that Prince had feelings for you too.

Yes, you both caught everything except the fish you were supposed to catch.

[nucanitickles]

Garu + Karu Get Got Drabble + Headcanons

Eiden was back in the game now!!

He laughed as Garu squirmed beneath him, occasional golden flashes in his eyes reminding him of Karu's presence. However, Garu seemed thoroughly intent on enjoying the tickly torment, as his tail wagged rapidly.

"Having fun, Garu?" He danced his fingers along the wolf-boy's stomach, which had been willingly presented when the yokai had stretched out upon his lap. It may not have been verbal, but good god was he asking for it, stretching out like that! It had been too long since Eiden got to play about finding new ticklish spots on new clanmates...

"Yehehes!" Garu giggled wildly, taking the human aback with his honesty.

He'd been getting Edmond too much lately, clearly.

Or maybe Garu just didn't have the same embarrassment some of his more lee clanmates had.

"Good!" Eiden laughed, scratching playfully at his ribs before flitting his hands across his body. His underarms got a good reaction, as did his knees - he nearly got kicked in the face when he squeezed them, and the pup had laughed out an apology that just melted any irritation Eiden may have felt. It had provided him the opportunity to find his worst spot though - as Garu had kicked his boots off when they started playing earlier, and the yokai's feet were easily his most sensitive spot. Focusing a little on the sensitive skin underneath his toes, he leaned down towards Garu, grinning wickedly.

Whatever he was going to say was disrupted by Karu's hand pressing firmly against his face, the yokai's laughter changing from happy and playful to forced and withheld. Without fail Eiden slowed down the tickles, until eventually Karu was just giggling.

"Sorry about that, Karu," he apologised, smiling brightly at the now-golden eyed pup. "Garu wanted to play, do you want me to stop?"

Karu growled a little, trying to force the smile off his face as he contemplated. Eiden kept the soft tickles going, watching little shivers wrack his frame every so often, before he got a response.

"Grrr... Keep it like that!"

"Yes sir!"

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💙 Ok so both Garu and Karu have different preferences in my mind so this is gonna be a long one bear with me

💙 Garu loves tickles. 100% a lee, he has no shame about it either and it flusters some of the other clan members (cough Edmond cough) to no end. This man will straight up ask for tickles and stretch himself out ready and waiting for you with his tail wagging a mile a minute - he is adorable and he goddamn knows it.

💛 Karu, meanwhile, I would classify him as a ler but he's just not very good at it. I just don't see Karu being very into tickling, or at least not the playful kind. The soft, gentle, relaxing kind I can see him enjoying, as long as the ler listens to what he says. But if Karu was to enjoy any form of playful tickling, I think he'd have to be the ler.

💙 Garu's laugh is very bright and giggly, with a lot of snorts that just make him (and his ler) laugh even harder. He's very honest as well - he won't deny his enjoyment or his ticklishness, which can sometimes leave his ler a little dumbfounded because how often do you tickle a lee who doesn't try and lie? Not that often.

💛 Karu's laughter, on the other hand, is a lot more staggered. He tries to hold his breath, keep his laugh in, and all in all its very stuttery. If he willingly gets those gentle tickles I mentioned, his laugh is very breathy and quiet, and you could probably mistake it for heavy breathing if you weren't listening properly. Both are cute though.

💙 As a ler, Garu is eager to please. I think he'd more often act as an accomplice rather than of his own volition, assisting Kuya or Blade in a tickle-war as opposed to going solo. He'd be very enthusiastic about his job though - so enthusiastic that any accidental scratches from his claws can be overlooked.

💛 Karu, meanwhile, is 100% a solo man unless it's Kuya, who has taken the young Yokai under his wing (tail?) to teach him the art of tickling. Karu idolises Kuya, and the fox is the only one Karu will let tickle him properly as it's for 'educational purposes'.