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[larueluvr]

Hands off

Clarisse La Rue x Fem! daughter of demeter!reader

Warnings: Sexual harassment, some gross boy, unwanted touch, swearing, some fluff near the end, petnames, established relationship between Clarisse and read- implied to have been dating for a while, I think thats all but let me know if I missed anything :)

Apologies in advance to anybody named Jackson 🙏🏼

It's pretty short cause this is my first time writing in Tumblr

You and Clarisse had a perfect contrast of personalities. You were know as the counselor of the Demeter cabin: kind, collected, and gentle. Clarisse, on the other hand, was regarded by several campers as temperamental and mean. She'd never been like that with you, though. Sure you'd seen that side of her in some situations, but it'd never been directed at you. To her, you were an angel. A queen. And she'd rather every person in that camp think of her as some aggressive bully before she'd ever let anyone treat you otherwise.

You and Clarisse had met up for the camp bonfire not long ago: maybe 30 minutes or so before she'd been asked by a younger camper of Ares cabin for some help, begrudgingly leaving the space beside you empty and promising to be back quick.

After a few minutes by yourself, you heard footsteps trailing up behind you. The person stepped over the log you were sat on and you turned your head to see a boy you weren't sure you'd met before sitting a bit too close for your comfort. He was tall, decently bigger than you, with muscles and long-ish wavy brown hair which you honestly doubted had been washed in a few days.

"Jackson. Cabin 12" he introduced himself. Dionysus. You figured that explained the smirk of false confidence he wore as he rested a hand on your knee. "Im-" "I know who you are" he cuts you off. Your face contorted into a strange mix of a frown and grimace. "You're y/n. I've had my eye on you." His smile as he says this seemed as though it were meant to charm you, though that paired with what he said only gave you an uneasy feeling as you lifted his hand off your knee and promptly dropped it.

"Actually I was gonna say I'm seeing someone" you reply shortly. He chuckles, less humor to it though as it seems more mocking than anything, moving his hand back to your knee with more force to it this time, and his other taking your hand in his. "And I'm sure that 'someone' couldn't possibly make you feel as good as I can."

"She actually-" him cutting you off was starting to seriously piss you off, as well as this frankly disgusting hand placement. "She? Oh you're way too pretty to be gay, princess. Maybe you just need the right guy. Y'know, if you gave me a chance I could be that for you." You made another attempt to pull your hand from his and remove his other off your knee, ultimately failing due to the force he used.

"Don't call me that. And get the hell off me" you say harshly, pushing against his arm as his hand travels the tiniest bit up from your knee. "Just let me prove it to you" he says with sickly flirty tone.

Before you could respond, you saw a familiar figure speed past you and to the boy sat beside you. His touch was removed in an instant as he was lifted from his seat and held by his shirt as your girlfriend stood angrily Infront of him, everyone's gaze falling upon the scene unfolding. "Get your hands off of her before you fucking lose them" she says loudly, shoving him onto the ground and watching with a sadistic smirk as she watches him scamper off weakly, having lost every ounce of that confident facade he'd worn just moment ago.

Looking away, she saw the eyes on you both and she knew the affect it'd have on you. "What!?" She shouts, resulting in each and every person returning to (or at least pretending to) do what they had been doing.

The second she turned back to you she saw that look on your face that she knew all to well. She walked over and placed a hand on your back as she lead you away and back to your cabin where it could just be you two since everyone was out at the bonfire or wandering camp.

The second that door shut your arms were wrapped around her, head in the crook of her neck, yet you stayed silent. "You're okay. I got you," she assures as her arms wrap around your waist. She may not have been the best at comforting people but she'd picked some stuff up from you not only watching you with the younger campers in your cabin, but from you comforting her. In a way, you'd softened her. Unsurprisingly, you were the only one who got to see that side of her. You sigh, and she combs her fingers through your hair the way you always did for her.

"Thank you," you whisper softly. "It's my job," she says playfully "as your awesome, amazing, totally hot girlfriend that could, and does, treat you about a million times better than that asshole ever could." You move your head from her shoulder and look up at her with a soft smile as her hands rest on your waist and yours on her shoulders.

"You're an idiot." "think I remember you calling me your idiot, mama." she teases as she lifts your hand and presses a delicate kiss to the back of it.

[1whore1gang]

I wanted to try something

NSFW WARNING MDNI!!!!

Soooo I’ve went down the rabbit hole of werewolf!TF141 and honestly I’ve had some ideas pop up, so uh yeah this is what my brain does when it gets on tumblr

Warnings: sex…full blown smut, fingering, p in v, all the warnings y’all,….. i think i used ‘pup’ in here somewhere

MDNI!! NSFW!!

Omega!Reader x Werewolf!141

written as a f!reader

It was like any other day, training with the 141. As the newest addition to this pack, you were pushed hard to be the best. Being one of two Omegas was even tougher, considering the other was your superior.

“Push harder rookie.” Soap’s voice rang out as you pulled yourself off the floor, exhausted and drenched in sweat. “Dig deep, you aren’t goin’ anywhere until you pin me down.”

You want to groan, complain, but you don’t. Instead you brace for impact as the sparing continues. Soap had you beat in just about every category when it came to fighting, this man was HUGE. You couldn’t keep up.

“I’m tapping out!” The words come out quick as Soap backs off.

“Already?” He questions. Soap was one of two members you’ve already met. You haven’t been here very long.

“Yeah, I’m calling it quits.” You push yourself onto your feet, panting. “You can’t expect this out of me on Day 3 can you?”

Soap only laughs, not even a glisten of sweat on him. “You’ll get there pup. Soon enough you’ll be able to take the big dogs down.”

Big dogs?? You think to yourself. There’s guys bigger than Soap here?

Meeting the rest of the team embarrassed you more than you care to admit. This team was graced with two alphas. When you got near the room they were in, every hair stood up on your body, their scent so strong it lingered down the hallway.

Weeks and months go by without a hitch, except for one, but we don’t talk about that…

You were sent on your first mission and it was the night prior when your whole world fell apart. You had just gotten out of the shower when your knees collapsed and your body felt like it was on fire.

“No, no, no…” You had felt sick the last couple of days but chalked it up to something you ate. You felt your skin becoming warm and damp with sweat as it all hit you.

You were in heat

You panicked, the pain engulfing every inch of you, the need for relief taking over your cognitive thinking.

You crawled over to your phone and texted the only person you could trust, the team Beta, Gaz.

Within minutes he was at your door, jumping inside your room to help you dress and get into bed. He was calm, assuring you it was all going to be alright.

That’s when you let out a horrific scream. You covered your mouth immediately, Gaz backing away. “What was that?”

Your eyes were wide. “I don’t know…”

You both froze in time, praying it didn’t draw either of you any unwanted attention. But, unbeknownst to you both, the other 3 men could smell you miles away.

Gaz stayed with you, trying to cool you off and keep you fed and hydrated, it was hours before another man showed up at your door….Soap.

He looked at you with worry, in his pajama pants and shirt. He didn’t even have shoes on…. “What’s going on? Your scent is intoxicating.” He slowly entered your room, approaching you with caution.

Gaz spoke for you, and when he did, Soap asked him to give you and him some space. Soap crawled in behind you, leaning your head against his chest. “Relax for me okay?” Soap was an Omega, just like you, but somehow his presence felt calming. It didn’t dull the ache you felt, but he brought a sense of peace to your mind.

Suddenly, you feel his hands roam down your body to your lounge pants and remove them down to your ankles, lifting your knees to spread your legs. “Do you trust me?”

You could only nod as the cold air of your room hit your bottom half. Soap’s hand took home inbetween your legs, his fingers entering you and filling the emptiness you’ve felt.

A moan left your lips as he moved, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder. Gaz watched on, waiting to be told how he could help.

As good as Soap’s fingers felt, you still felt the searing pain. It wasn’t doing anything to quell your problems. It caused you to question Soap’s methods.

But little did you know, Soap knew exactly what he was doing because it didn’t take long of his fingers in you until the two alphas appeared at your door. The sight before them causing them to become feral, primal even. “Look at that, they smelled us.” Soap smirked.

Looking at Price and Ghost, you couldn’t help but feel a bit exposed, but their presence brought a newfound relief to you.

Price moved first, coming to hover above you against Soap’s chest, his hand brushing your hair down as he spoke softly: “We’re gonna take care of ya.”

Price slowly moved Soap’s hand away, putting his own palm flat against you. His middle finger swiped up, taking in the feeling of you. His eyes closed as he buried himself in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

Before you knew it, Ghost was now in place of Soap, his hips rutting against your ass, his hands on your chest. You had found yourself sandwiched between the two alphas. You were drinking in every moment.

Price slowly warned you as he moved, slowly letting you adjust to his size, purring in your ear: “That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

Ghost took care of every other area of your body, slowly caressing you in every way. His fingers grazed over your nipples and eventually would travel down to your clit to help you along.

Between both of them, it didn’t take long for you to come undone. Price continued through to his own release, burying himself deep inside you. The feeling was unlike anything.

The sounds you let out as the fiery pain left your body we’re heaven to the men’s ears. Price quickly moved to help clean you up as Ghost covered you with the hoodie he had been wearing. Ghost had marked your sheets with his scent, leaving you surrounded with it.

As soon as you were clean, the alphas left without another word, Gaz quickly coming to your aid with food and water while Soap sat with you, massaging your sides. They kept you company until you had fallen asleep, and they returned to their own rooms.

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"Inuyasha, I'm cold."

"I'm not fuckin' surprised", he snarled, trying to move her closer to his body. Any closer and she'd actually be sitting in his lap, which normally he'd be feeling some mighty strong feelings about, but right now his strong feelings weren't the happy kind. He'd already removed her sodden shoes and socks, but before she could get changed into some drier clothes they needed the fire going.

Shippo and Kirara were doing their best with damp kindling and an even damper cave, while Sango sorted through Kagome's backpack for dry clothes and medical supplies. Thankfully, no one else had been injured during their battle against the boar youkai.

Just Kagome.

For once, Miroku was keeping his trap shut, understanding that now was not the time for teasing. After one glare from Inuyasha as he had pulled the shivering Kagome close to his body, he had busied himself by walking further down into the cave to make sure it contained no more unwanted surprises with pointed teeth and a large appetite for shikon shards. Thank goodness for small mercies.

"You're angry at me, aren't you", Kagome whispered. It didn't sound like a question.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" he muttered, rubbing her back gently as she shivered against him.

"Oh, I don't know. The growling maybe. Your shoulders feel like rocks you're so tense."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

"I'm not angry at you, I'm angry near you. There's a difference."

"It doesn't feel like a difference", she said in a small voice. "Why won't look at me?"

Inuyasha pointedly kept his face turned aside and she sighed, tugging on his sleeve.

"Hey. I didn't know that bit of hill was going to give way."

That earned another growl. He almost looked at her, then turned his face away again.

"Why do you think I put you and Shippou over near the trees Kagome! You're the one who's meant to be smart with all that reading you do. Even you should have been able to tell it was unstable with all this rain!"

She tugged on his sleeve again.

"I couldn't get a good shot from where I was, so I moved to a better spot. And I took him out too! Before I fell I mean. But I helped! And we got another shikon shard!"

"For fuck's sake Kagome, you could of been really hurt!"

"But I wasn't."

"You've taken half the skin off your face! And your leg and your arm!"

"It'll grow back. Sango'll help bandage it up and it'll be good as new in a week or two - you won't even be able to tell it was there at all. And because I ended up in the river, it's washed all the dirt away, see? I'm just a bit cold, but I'll warm up. Inuyasha? Please? I don't know why you're so upset."

He growled again; she could see him biting the inside of his cheek as he stared out into the heavy rain outside the cave.

"Inuyasha, look at me. Please?"

Grudgingly he turned his head. She could see the concern in his eyes, the worry, the self blame, even though none of her injuries were remotely his fault. She tried to smile, but had another attack of the shivers.

He sighed, rubbing her back again. He tucked a long dripping lock of her hair behind her ear.

"You look like a sad wet cat."

"I kinda feel like one", she smiled, and then hissed, because smiling actually hurt quite a lot right now.

"A sad wet stupid cat with mush for brains", he sighed again, using his palm to turn her head gently so her uninjured cheek rested on his chest. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Help keep me warm?" she shivered, wrapping her cold arms tight around his chest.

He rested his cheek on the top of her head, and she smiled, even though it hurt, and then giggled. She could feel his grumbles rumbling against her body as he pressed her even tighter against him.

"I guess I can do that. But you're grounded."

"What? How do you even know what that means?"

"I know plenty. And you're grounded. No more stupid heroics from you, or I'm taking away your keeping warm privileges."

"You wouldn't!"

"Watch me."

[electron-road-suspect]

a kiss as a lie or to pretend for jure/kris? 👀

Gotta give me an angsty one, eh? This takes place in my universe, before Chapter 26 of my original Kinktober. CW: unwanted attention in a club.

Jure heads straight to the bar from the dance floor, sweaty and elated. He hadn't had a dance partner - he usually preferred not to have one, just wanted to dance crazily on his own, but he needed a break and a drink.

But before he could flag down the bartender, another man squeezed his way between Jure and the bar, fixing Jure with a leery grin.

"Hey beautiful. You looked good out there," the man says, and Jure barely restrains himself from rolling his eyes. Really, that was the best this guy could come up with?

He attempts to step to the side. "Excuse me," he says, and the other man reaches out and grabs Jure by the wrist.

"Aw, don't run away so quick!" the man says, his grin looking decidedly less cheerful. "I'm trying to have a conversation with you."

Jure's annoyance meter is ticking up. He turns his head slightly and looks around the room, searching for any other members of the band, and he catches eyes with Kris, sitting at a table near the end of the bar. Kris looks at Jure and immediately puts his glass down and stands up, walking toward Jure at a steady clip.

Jure's arm is jostled as the man tightens his grip and yanks Jure's arm downward. "Hey," the man snaps, "I'm talking to you."

"There you are," Kris says, as he reaches Jure and slides his arm around his shoulders. "I've been looking for you for ages!"

The man drops Jure's wrist like it's burned him, and with a scowl, he turns and walks away from the two of them.

Jure lets out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. "Thanks," he says to Kris, and Kris takes his arm down from Jure's shoulders and smiles as they walk back to the table Kris was sitting at.

But Jure is still uncomfortable. He can feel the eyes of the man boring into his back, and when he subtly turns around to check, he sees that the man has not gone very far, just retreated to the far end of the bar, from which he is glowering at Kris and Jure.

"Kris, I don't think he bought it," Jure says. "You let go of me too quick, he's pretty angry."

"So what?" Kris asks, seemingly not preoccupied.

"I don't want him to make a scene," Jure says shortly, his discomfort rising. He can just imagine how everyone will turn around and look and Jure and his discomfort will be center stage.

"Jure, he's a drunk idiot, who ca-"

Jure cuts Kris off by leaning in and kissing him, his brain buzzing. Fortunately, Kris doesn't jerk away in surprise, returning the kiss. But then he slides his arm behind Jure's head and pulls him closer, his fingers brushing through Jure's hair.

Jure tries not to gasp. Kris's lips are soft against him and he breathes out through his nose sharply as Jure's lips move over his. Too soon, it's over, and Kris is looking Jure in the eyes. Jure slides his gaze over, to avoid Kris's, and he sees the drunk man as he turns and leaves in a huff.

Kris chuckles, and he removes his hand from the back of Jure's head, and Jure misses its presence immediately. "Guess you were right," Kris says.

"Yeah," Jure responds, coming back to himself. "Thanks."

"Anytime," Kris says, winking, before getting up to get another drink.

As Jure watches him go, he re-affirms his resolve to continue to skip Band Movie Nights.

[levi501ackerman]

Steel Heart Chapter 15:

The Man in the Forest

Hange x Reader Chapter Index Masterlist

Megan's Note: For the vibe of this chapter listen to "Maleficent's Theme" by Tchaikovsky. Or look up and listen to the song "Maleficent's Evil Spell" from George Burn's adaptation for the Disney version of Sleeping Beauty. You'll know the vibe instantly. I also feel like you'll figure out when to play it LOL! Posted: 8/23/24

Word Count: 4.3k

After a filling dinner of roasted chicken, most knights were ready to go to bed. When twilight was cast over the sky, the camp called it a night and headed off to bed. The following morning, the plan was to eat, pack, bathe, and then ride to a farm owned by the Reeves family—a father-and-son company with close ties to the Royal family and the Kingdom. 

Dimo and his son Flegel made their wealth by building a large company with different farms near the districts. The company handles and distributes meat and produce to markets in every district and nearby villages. The farm that Hange said they were heading to in the morning was a farm that happened to be Flegel’s main residence—a spice farm growing and distributing goods such as saffron, wasabi, and other common spices. 

Levi gave you a second cup of tea with a higher dose of the sleeping pills, then packed away the empty kettle. You stayed by the fire while Levi and the knights packed up the camp. Since being in the forest, the air was cooler and the shadows of the knights were eerier. The knights walking back and forth to the horses would disappear out of sight once leaving the illumination of the fire. You could barely make out who was approaching the camp until crossing the threshold of the light. Would you have time to react if an unwanted person came from the shadows?

Hange emerged from the tent, holding a lit candle and a bag and walking to the dark abyss. They disappeared out of sight nearly instantly and made you feel alone. You looked around at the desolate campsite and decided to return to the tent. As you went further from the fire, the chill air crept onto your back and neck. The feeling that someone was watching you made the hairs on your neck stand up. You gripped your cloak and hurried into the tent. You could barely make out the silhouette of the table and chairs in the tent.

You knew Hange’s story was something they made up to scare you, but the feeling of being watched didn’t leave you. It’s something that could happen. A Marleyan Cult member hiding amongst the trees watching and waiting to take you. You carefully walked to your bedroll, removed your cloak and crawled inside. You noticed you were holding your breath and released it.

I’m safe with Hange

A light appeared in the tent and Hange returned. You noticed their shirt didn’t have the dirt stain on the front. Then you realized Hange was wearing the pale yellow collared long-sleeve shirt. You and Hange weren’t twins anymore. 

“Why aren’t you wearing the matching white shirt, Hange?” You whined. 

“Oh, the shirt with the dirt on it?” Hange put their free hand on their hip and raised their eyebrows skeptically.

“Duh,” Hange scoffed, then chuckled to themselves. “We aren’t twins anymore!”

“So that’s what your whining is about?” Hange grabbed the white shirt from out of a bag that was on the table. “You’re pouting about not being twins, huh?”

“UGH!”

“The Princess wants me to wear a dirty shirt just so we can twin,” Hange said, licking their thumb and wiping the stain of dirt. “It’s not coming off—I’ll wash it in the river tomorrow,” they said to themselves. 

“Can you wear it? Please?!?!”

“I can’t say no to Princess Y/N,” Hange turned around and unbuttoned their pale yellow shirt. You turned over in your bedroll, giving them privacy. You wanted to peek at their body, but the thought of getting caught was embarrassing. If Hange caught you, you wouldn’t know how to explain yourself. Plus, bathing in the river makes it easier to gaze at Hange’s body. “Alright! We’re twins again!”

“GOOD!” You turned over to see Hange’s arms up, presenting themselves in the white shirt! The top three buttons were undone, pleasantly revealing their cleavage. Thank goodness you were far enough away for Hange not to be able to distinguish where you were looking. Now that you were alone again, you wanted to know Hange’s dating history. The girls' names, what they looked like, or what they were like as Hange’s girlfriend. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you were confused about why you were nervous about asking Hange. They were dismissive of your questions earlier about their dream girl. Earlier, you speculated that Hange didn’t want to share about their past relationship. Perhaps you could ask one more time and if they didn’t want to share, you wouldn’t bring it up. At least you’d try. “Hey, I was wondering something . . .”

“Oh yeah? Let me take two more bags and I’ll be all yours!” Hange held the candle in one hand and leveraged two bags in the other. As they walked out of your shared tent, you contemplated how you would approach Hange on the possibly sensitive topics. Maybe ask with a preface of only sharing what they want. Perhaps lie to Hange? Tell them you have only asked these questions to help with your future relationship with a stranger. Fairy Godmothers Christa and Ymir wouldn’t approve. Those two would slap you and tell you they didn’t raise a liar. Though they did withhold information about your life, wasn’t that a lie?

Your heart continued to pound and the anticipation of asking Hange clouded your thoughts. You stared at the side of the tent and it was like you couldn’t hear or feel anything—only think. It wasn’t a big deal just ask Hange. They were your friend. You toyed with the fabric of your bedroll, balling it between your index finger and thumb. When Hange came back into the tent, you could hear them shivering. Their shoulders were to their ears and they were holding themselves.

“It’s so cold out there,” Hange said as they walked to their bedroll and placed the small candle on the ground. The low light created an effortless glow to illuminate their pleasant features. Hange’s thick lashes behind their glasses were feminine and doe-like. 

Woah.

“U-Uh . . .”

“Is something wrong, my dear?” 

“I um—I was just thinking of something?”

“Care to share?” Hange turned around and began undressing themselves. You wanted to turn away from them, but truly, you were enamored. Your mouth was agape, and thoughts swirled in your head. Even though Hange was interested in girls, how could the knights around the camp pay attention with them around? Some of the knights must be crushing on Hange. Hange set their glasses down and sighed.

“I was just thinking—thinking about my marriage to Prince Marco—” You sounded unsure and with the realization you could play it off as nerves, you continued confidently. Though Hange’s naked body was right next to you, the top of the tent looked really cool. “—Thinking about how to be a good girlfriend. What do you think makes a good girlfriend?”

“You mean a wife?”

“Yeah, that.” Hange crawled into the bedroll and pulled it up to their neck. You noticed Hange was facing you and proceeded to mirror them, knowing it was safe to look. They had their eyepatch on still and you pulled the covers all the way to your neck. 

“That’s a long answer, Princess,” Hange whispered as the outside camp became silent and the knights headed to bed. “I’m afraid it depends on the person, but a good baseline is being a good communicator, compatible, and respectful mostly. Arranged marriages are standard for royal families; married couples typically learn to love each other. Or at least be on a friendly level.”

“Friendly?” You whispered and Hange nodded.

“The marriages aren’t for love; it's to unite the royal families for trade or for allies.” Your heart sank at Hange’s words and the thought of your marriage being for a price other than love. It felt like a heavy, unknown cloud of responsibilities looming over you. “You’re going to be Queen and be the Ruler of the Walls.”

“What about Prince Marco?” Hange scoffed and revealed a dimple on their face from smiling. The dimple on their cheek gave Hange an added cuteness and adorable aura to their face. 

“Yes, the King is important, but really, the Queen is worshiped by all. I mean, she’s growing the heir. The Queen is the one who holds the bloodline of the Royal family. A man could wander the earth not knowing they have a child with multiple women, but every woman will know if an heir is theirs.” The thought of submitting yourself to the unknown Prince Marco to conceive an heir made you feel uneasy and . . . violated. You didn’t want to do that. But maybe it was not as bad as it seems—maybe it’s something you’ll learn to enjoy, like how you’ll learn to love a stranger. 

“Hange . . . what’s a good partner for you?” Their eyes darted away from you and there was a hesitance behind their voice. “You don’t have to answer I just—I just don’t want to think about making heirs with a stranger.”

“That’s quite understandable, Y/N.” There was a pause from Hange. They were gathering their thoughts, and you hoped Hange would share about their past relationships.

“I prefer a girl who is fun. They make me laugh and don’t let the weight of their problems always weigh them down. Also intelligent and have a vested interest in learning more about the world. Knowing there’s so much more we haven’t discovered! And I guess loyalty. But in the end, most relationships come down to compatibility, respect, and mutual devotion.”

“Levi told me that relationships also have to deal with going through hardships together, willingly.” Hange brought their hand from out of their bedroll and tapped your nose. You smiled fondly, knowing that they were going to do that. 

“Levi was right.” The candle flame flickered and the wax droplets raced down the candle stick and gathered at the brass candle holder. “There are many types of hardships that can affect relationships. Outside forces and inner conflicts . . . I dated a girl who had a hard time accepting her attraction to girls. She finally felt confident and told her parents, but her father was unhappy. He loomed over her, being the devil on her shoulder and eventually, she ended our relationship.” Hange admitted and you looked away from them. When Hange was telling the story, they didn’t sound sad, it must have been a long time ago and they had time to heal from the pain that was brought by that girl—the girl who wasn’t willing. 

“I’m so sorry, Hange . . .” You whispered.

“Don’t be. Another example of a hardship is when I lost my eye. I was dating a girl and learning to accept my new appearance. In the end, I let my insecurities get to me and I thought she wanted to be with prettier girls and so I ended it . . .” Hange rolled onto their back and closed their eye. You studied their face. The lovely features from their aquiline nose to their soft lips all complement each other to create their face—the face in oil paintings and the face you like looking at.

“Hange . . . you are really pretty, please believe me! But I also don’t care what you look like. I care more about who you are; you, Hange Zoe, are my best friend.” Hange didn’t react to your praise. It was like they were deciding to do something—to choose how to respond to you. They breathed evenly for a few moments, and then, under their breath, they spoke. 

“That’s because you are a kind soul, Princess. Through the horrors you’ve seen, you remained kind. Even after the Marleyan Cultists captured you, you still don’t hate them . . . only feared them.” You didn’t know how to respond. Should you hate the Marleyan Cult? You only hated that they were hunting you. You didn’t even know of the Marleyan Cult until you escaped Shiganshina with Sir Miche Zacharius. Though you were with many knights, you wanted to learn how to defend yourself if needed. Levi and Sir Zacharius told you that all the knights would lay down their lives for you, and they have, but you still want to learn to defend yourself. 

“Hange . . . I’ve been wanting to learn how to fight and I know I can’t learn to be great in just one day, but maybe some tricks on how to not be helpless?” Hange’s eye fluttered open and they craned their neck toward you. Then, their fondness grew.

“You have tackled me twice already and slapped Eren pretty hard,” then Hange started snickering to themselves.

“What?”

“I’m just imagining, little ole, you tackling some big man,” Hange amusingly giggled and their contagious nature caused you to join in. “But anyways, Levi would be a good person to ask because he has great instincts. Plus, he knows how to go against people twice his size.”

“Okay, that is a good idea. Maybe he can teach me or give me tips during downtime! The only thing I know is Sir Zacharius told me to go for the neck and kick them in the balls,” Hange burst out loudly. They couldn’t contain their laughter and their shoulders were jiggling up and down. They slapped their bedroll as they caught their breath.

“He would tell you that,” Hange reached for the brass ring along the candle holder and clutched it between their thumb and index finger. “We should go to sleep.” The tent became pitch black when Hange blew out the candle. You felt pleased that Hange opened up about some of their past relationships. Hange’s story of the girl who had trouble accepting their feelings for girls stayed with you. It confused you.

“Hange . . . ?” You whispered.

“We should sleep, Princess Y/N.”

“One more question!”

“Okaaayy, what?”

“Why did the girl have difficulty accepting she liked girls?” Hange sighed and you heard them shift in their bedroll.

“Could be because she heard her father disprove of girls dating each other all her life. Could be because she expected herself to marry a man. Could be because deep down inside, she didn’t like girls dating each other and didn’t expect to be attracted to me. Her environment. Her circumstances.” You thought about your home in the cottage with Christa and Ymir. They raised you to be accepting and kind to others. Your Fairy Godmothers were in love and together. They raised you and your only exposure to love was Christa and Ymir. Ymir made sure there were fresh flowers in the vase on the table and threw out the dead ones before Christa saw them. They enjoyed each other’s company and were a team. They were devoted to one another and helped each other. You wanted a love like that. But for some reason you didn’t want that with Prince Marco Bodt. 

“Hange, how did you know you wanted to date girls?” There was a pause and the dark abyss of the tent comforted you while you waited for their reply. You held your breath, wanting to know the moment it clicked for Hange. Did they see a girl’s naked body? Did Hange have some girl save their life or give them a thoughtful gift? Perhaps Hange was just Hange. Or they met a girl that changed their life—the light in the darkness.

“When you know, you know.” 

Hange’s words stayed in your mind as you tried to fall asleep. You shivered in your bedroll. You had more layers than Hange, yet you were the one freezing. In the dark, you felt around for the brass candle holder. You felt the rim of the brass saucer and moved your fingers around the edges, feeling for the circular handle. Then, you carefully moved the candle from between you and Hange to the other side of you.

While in your bedroll, you shuffled closer to Hange. You got close enough and felt the lump of their body against your side. They didn’t move away from you and you were pleased they let you snuggle next to them. Warmth radiated off of them and after a while, you felt your eyelids droop as you faded to sleep. 

You didn’t expect to wake up; it was still dark out. You felt an ache between your legs and groaned when you realized you needed to use the restroom. If Levi hadn’t given you a second cup of tea, you might have been able to wait until morning to use the restroom. The wind softly blew the leaves of the trees rhythmically, and it felt colder than it had been earlier in the evening. There was a faint noise outside, sounding like a chorus. 

“Hange . . . ?” You shook Hange and they groaned. “Hange! I really need to use the restroom.” You whispered and they groaned and shifted in their sleep. 

“I’m naked,” Hange mumbled and was barely audible. 

“I know I’m sorry, but I need to go!” You whispered desperately. Hange shifted in their sleep and then said nothing else. You rocked them, hoping they would be annoyed with your persistence. “Hange Zoe, I have to pee really bad!”

“Take the candle and have one of the knights on rotation escort you. There should be four guarding the camp!” Hange said, half asleep. “Pee behind the tent if you need to.”

Hange went still again, and their even breaths returned. You just needed to go quickly. It’ll take less than a minute, and then you could drift back to sleep next to Hange. You felt around for the brass handle of the candle holder. When your fingertips felt the saucer, you pulled it closer, and then you felt around for your boots. 

With the candle in hand and your boots on, you stood up and shivered from the cold, hitting more of your body. You figured you didn’t need your cloak because you’d be quick and slowly walked toward the table. You grunted when your hip hit the table. You felt the surface of the smooth tabletop and placed the candle on the table. A small box was on the table and you opened it and dug inside for a match. You felt the head of the match with your fingers. Then you struck the head against the side of the box and fire spewed from the tip. 

The candle lit up the tent faintly, and Hange was deep asleep and unbothered by the light. You carried the candle in front of you and carefully exited the tent. The camp was dark, nearly pitch black. In the distance were four specks of light—knights with their own light source. You carefully looked at the ground and walked toward the closest one. 

“Hello?” You whispered into the abyss and the light in the distance shifted. As you came closer, the flame in the distance approached. When you were a few feet away from each other, you saw a man with really short hair like Connie’s and you recognized him talking to Eren, Jean, and Connie. He trained with them when they were younger.  

“Your Highness? Is something wrong?” He whispered and his skinny eyebrows furrowed. 

“Franz . . . right? I—uh, need to use the restroom and Hange’s asleep. They told me to have one of the guards escort me . . .” Franz Kefka blushed and stared at you. He was caught off guard by the request. “I’ll be quick. Just go with me into the forest and then give me privacy . . .” 

“Right, I’ll protect you, Princess Y/N.” He said, and you both used your candles as a guiding light. You carefully walked and avoided tripping over the rocks and twigs on the ground. Chills were on your back, and you felt like you were being watched. You followed Franz into the forest. Franz drew his sword, and you looked around the dark abyss as if looking would help you see better. “We don’t need to go far since it’s dark. Just go ahead and I’ll be here if anything happens.”

“T-Thank you, Sir Kefka,” But something was holding you back from leaving Franz’s side. A foreboding feeling and the hairs standing on your neck did not help. The ache between your legs was about to burst, so you went a couple of trees in front of Franz. 

When you were a few trees away from him, you set your candle on the ground. You looked over your shoulder to see Franz’s flame in the distance. You couldn’t see him, and he couldn’t see you. Behind a tree trunk, you undressed yourself. You held the small dagger inside your boot as you urinated on the ground. You felt better after releasing yourself and quietly put on your clothes. There was an odd noise in the distance and you froze.

Your heart raced and you shoved your boots on and picked up your candle. The trees stood large and tall, surrounding you. You heard it again—the noise. It sounded like a chorus. You gasped and looked around, but only the abyss of darkness was seen. You pivoted toward Franz’s light, but the sound of your name in the wind had you frozen in place.

Did I just hear . . . ?

The chorus of your name dared you to walk deeper into the forest. Chills were on your cheeks and your breath was visible before you. You could barely breathe and your shoulders tensed up.  

Someone was calling your name.

The pleasant chorus called your name again, beckoning you.

Like a trance.

You held out your candle and listened to the chorus—a sinister falsetto among the trees deep within the forest. You obeyed the voice calling for you and walked further from the camp. Your hand shook as you held out your knife. There was a crunch of twigs under your boots, and you passed trees, searching for the voice. 

The chorus lured you away from the camp. The twist in your stomach told you to turn around—to not follow the voice. But the temptation from the song of your name was controlling you.

Follow the voice. 

Give in to the calls.

Franz’s light was invisible behind you and the melody of your name stopped. Was this where they wanted you? You followed the call obediently and you listened for another call. You swore someone was calling your name. Then you sighed and turned to go back to camp.

Your breath hitched. A few feet away, a silhouette of a man stood, his eyes glowing in the abyss.

“F-Franz?” You were shaking as you held your candle toward the glowing eyes. Your eyes went wide when your candle's flame glowed on the stranger’s face. The tall man wore a suit of armor—yet he was a man you had never seen before. His piercing gaze made your heart jolt. He held a crested sword like the Knights of the Royal King’s Guard. Something inside you screamed for you not to trust the stranger. When he stepped toward you, your stomach flipped. The stranger's blonde hair had stains of blood and there was blood on the gorget of his armor.

You shrieked and ran toward the camp. You raced away, hoping help would come. From deep inside you, you let out another guttural scream. Tears filled your eyes and your heart was in your throat. 

“HELP!” You ran dodging trees and gasping for air. “FRANZ! HANGE!” Your feet pounded the ground, and you felt a pinch in your lungs. Tears were staining your face and the burn of running inflamed your throat. In the distance, you could see Franz’s flame coming toward you. The two of you rammed into each other and you screamed in his face, “THERE’S A MAN IN THE FOREST!” You cried and Franz’s mouth gaped open and his eyes went wide. The three other guards that were on rotation ran to you and Franz. You wailed and had trouble catching your breath. One of the guards told the other to alert Captain Levi and Commander Dame Hange. You wheezed as you cried and then fell to the ground on your knees. 

“Princess!” Franz bent down to your feeble form. He forcefully got you on your feet as you wailed and walked you toward the camp.

“WE’RE BEING WATCHED! THERE WAS A MAN IN THE FOREST!” You bawled. The tears were blinding you. More knights came up to you and you screamed, feeling overwhelmed and like everyone was going to hurt you. 

“Calm down!” You heard Levi’s commanding voice. You were struggling to breathe and felt dizzy. The darkness was tricking you and you couldn’t tell where you were. Knights came out of their tent to check on your loud sobs. Franz led you to a log that you recognized was around the campfire. You whimpered and wiped your tears as you were forced to sit on the log. A group of knights surrounded you, intently waiting for you to calm down. You felt comforting hands on your back as you caught your breath. Levi, Jean, Connie, Eren, Franz, and more knights were seen from the candlelight. 

“I saw a man in the forest!” You pointed toward the abyss.

“She’s distraught,” Levi said and he turned to Franz, “What happened?”

“She needed to use the bathroom, so I escorted her. Then I gave her privacy, and she ran back screaming about seeing a man,” Franz’s voice wavered. 

“Damn it! I knew Hange’s joke would spook her,” Levi said.

“NO! I saw him! There was a blonde knight with a crested sword and he was covered in blood,” You wailed. Their faces froze and you could tell they didn’t know what to say. Hange then appeared in the group and you noticed they were wearing your cloak. They held it, covering themselves and then crouched next to you. You sprung yourself on Hange, wrapping your arms around their neck. They held you as you calmed down and then they stroked your back. “We’re being watched,” you choked out. 

“Levi, she said the knight was blonde and had a crested sword,” You heard Jean’s voice. “Could he have been Erwin Smith?” 

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[paranoidginger]

Lab-rat part 16

Tw: Violence, Gore, General angst, Choking/Gagging.

When Bait finally woke up, he couldn't help but gag slightly, his mouth dry and stuffed with gauze. He was cold, too, frigid metal pressed against the skin of his back under his own weight. His eyes widened as he looked around, a muffled cry for help escaping him as he squirmed and tugged at his restraints, the fabric digging into his wrists, ankles, and neck. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his mouth, preventing him from spitting out the gauze, and he could see his mostly naked form, carefully marked and drawn on where the Medic intended to start cutting.

"Ah, good morning! I do hope you slept vell!" The Medic chimed, wearing that familiar sick smile. "I sent zhat atrocious suit back to zhe Blu base, you don't need anyzhing zhat fancy here." He chuckled slightly, picking up a scalpel and looking it over in his hand. "How about ve pick up vhere ve left off... I've alvays vanted to try taxidermy, you know!"

Bait flinched, shivering slightly as the medic traced the line he had drawn along the bottom of the clone's chin, following his jawline and framing his face. He tugged and yanked and screamed, tears streaming down his face as the sound died only moments after it came to be.

"Ohhh zhere is no need for all of zhat, It's not as if I'm going to let you die." He lightly pet the clone's hair as bait let out a harsh whimper, flinching quite badly as his hand came near his face. "Let's go ahead und get started, vhat do you zhink?" The medic removed his hand from the young man's hair, removing the restraint from around his neck as he traced a finger along the soft skin of Bait's throat. It barely took any pressure as the medic broke skin with his scalpel, the clone screaming and writhing on the operating table he had been tied down to, the sensation of warm, sticky blood pooling and trickling down the sides of his neck absolutely nauseating in combination with the pain. It was a familiar pain, an unwanted pain that he had never experienced under the Blu team's roof.

The pain only continued to worsen as the medic cut deeper, digging his fingers beneath the skin to separate it from the layers beneath. It became hard to breathe as his larynx was punctured, his own blood making it's way into his airways. Just before the man began to remove his vocal cords, there was a knock at the door.

"Vhat do you vant? Zhe light above zhe door is on, I am busy!" He snapped, shouting at the door, grumbling as whoever it was began to knock again, more forcefully this time. "Fine! Come in! I don't care, just don't interrupt me again."

In response to the words, the door swung open, the massive man in the doorway nearly brushing his head against the top of the doorframe.

"Heavy needs to talk. Fix little man. Now." The heavily accented man approached, looming over the already rather tall doctor.

"Misha, can't zhis vait? I'm in zhe middle of somezhing."

"Do not 'Misha' me, Doktor. You call me Mikhail now. Misha is only for family." The big man frowned deeply, grabbing the medigun off of a counter and shoving it into the Medic's hands. He pointed sharply to Bait, who was still cut open and bleeding on the operating table, shivering and choking as tears ran down his face. "Fix. Now."

"Ach. Fine. Vhatever." The Medic grumbled, flipping on the medigun and pointing it at bait, the fresh wound in his neck closing up and healing as if nothing had happened. "Are you happy now, Mikhail? I fixed zhe poor little rodent."

"Go outside, Doktor. Heavy will see you in hall." The Medic grumbled, begrudgingly doing as he was told, tossing his bloodied red gloves loosely onto the counter as he left the room.

"Hello little man. Heavy apologizes for Doktor." He spoke in his usual simple sentences, carefully untying the quivering, sobbing mess of a young man and removing the bandages that covered his mouth, allowing him to finally take the gauze from his mouth, swallowing hard once his mouth was clear once again. Heavy left Bait to sit on the cold metal of the operating table, looking through a cabinet to locate a blanket, wrapping it around the young man.

"Doktor has not been the same. Not since he went too far." The large man carefully looked the clone over, fixing his hair slightly. "Stay here. Heavy find you clothes after speaking with Ludwig."

Heavy met the Medic in the hall, just as he said he would, an angry look crossing his face.

"Why you bring clone back!? You have obsession with him! You have been nothing but trouble since Demon took your face! Doktor looks at Heavy like he is piece of meat to take apart!" He began to pace, pinching the bridge of his nose slightly. "Everyone else feels same way! Spy is scared of you, Doktor!"

"Zhis is not zhe time for an intervention, Heavy! Do you really zhink I care vhat zhe ozhers zhink? Zhey are my friends, ja, but vhat does zhat really mean? At zhe end of zhe story, zhey all end up in bodybags eizer vay."

"This is what Heavy means! Doktor used to care about team. About friends! Now all he does is torture little man and talk to birds! Then Doktor comes to Heavy, trying to be loving and nice, but Heavy sees how Doktor looks at him! Heavy used to like being Doktor's tester. Now Heavy just feels like Doktor wants to hurt him!" The man's anger eventually dissolved into sorrow, grief that the man he had once known so well had been replaced by this twisted replica.

"Oh, Misha..."

Part 15

"Do not call me Misha! Doktor is not allowed to use name anymore!" The Heavy snapped. "You are going to give little man back to other team. Little man deserves better than you. Go talk with Engineer. Leave little man alone, Heavy is going to get clothes for him."

The Blu spy sat alone in his quarters, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he looked down at the box in his lap. A neatly folded suit, pocked with bloodstains left by syringes. He was quiet, his breathing quivering slightly as he looked down into the box. He tried to remind himself that there was still time, they could still save the young man... Even as he clung to that fractured sense of hope, he could not help but to blame himself... He was meant to protect him, to keep him safe! But he had failed... He had failed yet another son, letting him slip into the wrong hands, despite his efforts to keep him safe... The boy didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve to be treated like a toy to be broken down and put back together. He couldn't help it as his eyes reddened and his face became tracked with tears, his hair loose and unkempt without his mask to keep it in place. He could not help as the crushing weight of grief and loss pressed down upon him, whispering apologies to a suit in a box...

After the mission, the Spy was not seen by his peers, even as dinner came and went, he did not leave his quarters to eat. He barely moved from his chair, unless to refill his glass with whiskey, and even then he eventually gave up on that, the bottle sitting beside him on a small table while his thin frame was wracked with silent sobs. After a while, he was met with gentle knocking at his door, a familiar voice calling to him.

"Spy? I... You alright in there? I know today's been... Difficult. Doc's blaming himself for all of it... I got ya some dinner. Heavy... He made that soup the fella likes so much, he's saving leftovers for when we get him back." The Engineer's voice choked up slightly as he spoke, but he managed to force it down and clear his throat. "You alright with me openin' the door, pardner?"

"Oui, fermez-le une fois que vous êtes à l'intérieur." He spoke just loud enough to barely be heard through the shut door of his room, pulling his feet up onto the chair with the rest of his body, hiding his face almost instinctively as the engineer opened and shut the door. Carefully, he set the bowl down on the small table beside the Spy's chair, a concerned look on his face as he saw the state the Frenchman was in and the nearly empty bottle of whiskey beside him. Gently, he took the glass from the Spy's hands, taking the bottle of alcohol away from him as well, capping it back up and putting it away before returning to the Spy's side.

"Hey now... It's gonna be alright, sweet pea... I know it's hard right now, but we'll get him back, I promise." He gently cupped the Spy's face in his hands, getting him to look up at him as he wiped some tears away with his thumb.

"Suis-je un mauvais père? Pourquoi est-ce que je gâche tout ce que je touche?" The Spy's voice quivered and slurred slightly as he spoke, tears continuing to track steadily down his face as he shook and heaved with quiet sobs.

"Hey, hey, I need you to speak english now, hun... I can't understand ya when you're speakin' French." The Engineer spoke softly, he had been trying to learn, but it was still difficult for him to understand, especially with the broken state of the Spy's speech. He was startled slightly as the Spy grabbed ahold of him, clutching the back of his shirt as he buried his face in the shorter man's chest.

"I-It's my fault! I should have done better, I was s-supposed to keep him safe- n-now he's gone a-and it's my fault... C'est de ma faute." He sobbed into the other man, his silent cries becoming audible as he clung to the Engineer, who gently held onto him.

"No, honey... No, it's not your fault. It wasn't something you could control... That medic was gonna try and get him one way or another..."

@thatonesimp-e @gravitytrips @realccre

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Lusting after you ch.12

You are their obedient toy to play with. A03

Ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 ch.5 ch.6 ch.7 ch.8 ch.9 ch.10 ch.11

Triggered warning: gangbang and vomit so you have been warned, every chapter will be posted on Thursday ❤️ hope y'all enjoy this chapter.~

In a blink of an eye as I watched in horror, dabi was the first to push Jin away as he growled at everyone.

 Dabi grabs all parts of my body, he pushes me on my back onto the floor and pushes my legs to my chest areas. Shigaraki watches it all, jerking his cock off and enjoying every bit of it.

“ No one takes her ass, you can use her tight pussy or her mouth. ” I was afraid of this man, his bright blue eyes scared me as I looked away.

“ aww you're a cute little puppy.~ want me to give you a litter of pups? ” I didn't respond as I was too afraid of these people.

He grabs my face as he focuses on me to look at him, he tilts his head as he mocks me.

“ yes yes yes!! Tomura fills me with your cum.~ I heard you a few hours ago.  Don't act all innocent with me doll. ” he began to choke me as I grip his wrists, I turned towards shigaraki for help as he watched me being helpless.

He begins to remove his pants as he pulls his cock out, I gulp a bit as I see him having a bit of piercings on his dick, I choke out whining from this.

Jin came near my face as his cock slapped my face.

He pulled my mouth wide as he shoved it down my throat, it was fast and hard.

I begin to gag from this as dabi laughs like a lunatic as I try everything to escape.

I cry out feeling dabi shoved his cock deep inside my pussy as I need air, I need to breathe.

Toga begins to suck and bite my titties as I cry for help.

“ I want to cut your cute body and drink your sweet blood.~ ”

“ ahh fuck.~ I think she likes that idea… aghh she's tightening up on my cock, I bet you she's enjoying getting stuff full of cum. ”

“ dabi!!! I wanna fuck her pussy too.~ shit her mouth sucks.~ ” twice whine as he ram his cock down my mouth, he pulled away to let me breathe as he does the same rhythm. 

Shuichi started to blush as he gently grabbed your wrist to give him a handjob.

He didn't say anything but wanted to join in the fun.

“ fuck fuck fuck!! Take it, take my cum you cock hungry whore.~ ” dabi releases his thick white cum deep inside as I sob around Jin's dick, he begins to reach his high as he pulls out his cock for it to land on my face and hair.

I close my eyes tight as I hear giggling nearby.

My lips quiver from this as Himiko pushes my thighs wide as she puts her cunt on top of mine.

She began to hump fast as she cooed at me.” aww little birdie, you're such a pretty bird.~ ” I slowly opened my eyes to witness her pulling a knife out and began to cut my skin. I cried out as I wanted to leave, Jin grabbed my wrist as he put it above my head as I cried out.

Dabi pulls out a lighter to burn my thighs while laughing at my pain.

This is hell… toga moan as she rubs her clit on my sensitive blud, she presses the knife so deep, blood comes out as she begins to lick it from her knife.

I roll my eyes as I begin to orgasm as the unwanted pleasure runs through my body as I whimper out.

Toga carcasses my cheeks as she kisses my lips tenderly.

“ I want you to eat me out birdie.~” she removed herself as she got up to sit on my face, I couldn't breathe as I felt helpless.

I don't know who slid inside my cunt but I heard whiney groans, then very touchy on my thighs.

I don't know how long it is or how many hours but I just know shigaraki enjoy my pain and suffering. 

Toga grinds on top of me, moans as grabbed my breasts. Twice pounding into my tight cunny. I feel someone touching my titties as I feel someone's lips on my nipples.

“ she's so perfect, sweet.~ her titties are so tasty.~ ”

“ ahh right sis magne.~ they pretty and soft titties.~ ”

I need air fast, the juices cover my mouth as I try my best to give her a best orgasm so they can leave but I highly doubt it.

Jin rolls his head back as he begins to reach his high, shooting his load deep inside of me, it feels quite sloppy from the cums.

“ Move twice, I can't handle this anymore. ” spinner pushed him away as he stuck his dick inside and he immediately released his cum inside of me, I rolled my eyes back.

It feels gross from the many dump of cum inside of me, I whine out as toga sigh and feel close to her end.

Shuichi pulls away as he sighs, he strokes his cock slowly. 

“ ohhh is it my turn to take the darling?” toga moves away as I see a man with a mask coming near me, he has an orange shirt and brown vest.

He moved my body to be on my hand and knees as he shoved his cock inside. I thought it was gonna be rough like dabi and twice but he's surprisingly gentle with this, he rolled his hips and rubbed my clit in a slow and teasing way as I sigh.

I couldn't make a noise as toga put her pussy on my mouth.

I cry out from being overstimulated, I hear other males debating about who will take more load into you.

Shigaraki chuckles as he speaks.” alright guys, I'll take her ass while you guys get to dump your cum all over her.~ ” I couldn't hear it properly from the feeling of getting stuff full and having toga humping my face.

And then in the blink of an eye, I see everything. I'm being manhandled by this mask man underneath me as shigaraki comes behind me, he pulls my tail out as I cry out. 

The camera comes towards us as I feel tomura push his cock inside my asshole, I begin to cry out.

Shigaraki pounding into my ass as the brown haired man got more heated with his thrust. I see the males rubbing their cock towards me as I see Kurogiri stroking his cock while filming it.

This is getting overwhelming as I reach my orgasm, I roll my eyes back feeling both their cock deep inside of me, it feels painful and it feels like I'll rip a skin from them.

“ good puppy.~ cum on our cocks, you'll get your reward soon. ” I cry out tomura’s name as I bounce on their cocks, I couldn't stop, I need more. 

Their cocks going fast and harder into my holes as I grip his orange shirt tight, I scream out my lungs as I start to shake uncontrollably by the pleasure. Then every single guy and a trans woman begins to shoot their load onto my face and body, I close my eyes feeling the sticky mess on my eyelids.

I sigh softly, I can't calm down when their cock hits the right spot. Shigaraki holds my neck upwards where the camera is, I blink slowly from the sticky cum.

Everyone was laughing at me, mocking my appearance as I quivered my lips.

I sob softly as I feel their cocks twitching inside of me, shigaraki choking me a bit as I gag from the noise.

I feel like I'm blacking out, then I close my eyes fully, I don't remember anything happening afterwards.

I slowly wake up to vomit aggressively onto the sheets, tomura immediately rises up as he has a concerned look.

“ what wrong my love~? ” I couldn't think anything as I threw up onto the floor, I couldn't stop letting it out.

I curl into a ball as shigaraki rubbing my back for comfort.

“ Let's go to my personal doctor, he can help you. ” He pulled his phone out to call Kurogiri for the mess as he pulled me closer as we started to head to the hospital.

The drive to the hospital feels so long as I try not to throw up, I put my head on the glass as I shake uncontrollably.

Tomura rubs my shoulder as I shiver heavily.

Once we're at the parking lot, he begins to get out and help me walk towards the entrance. I hold my belly as I feel a vomit coming close.

“ good morning shigaraki-.. ”

“ there no time, check on her please.~ she's been throwing up this morning. ” he nodded his head as he looked me up and down.

We headed into an ultrasound to check for any bad parasites.

“ How long have you two been having sex? ” the bald short man asked Tomura as he tilt his head.

“ three day ago.. ” the doctor hum quietly as he put the clear gel on my belly and rubbed it, there it ultrasound screen can be show inside the womb as he pointed at the screen.

“ Have you been having protected or unprotected sex? ”

Tomura looks downward as his cheeks get red.

“... unprotected. ” the doctor chuckles as he stands up and shakes his hand.

“ Congratulations you're a father!! ” Tomura blinks a few times fast as he rise his brows.

“ a-a father? ” I hold my belly as I raise my brows towards him, he points at the little bean on the ultrasound, it's small.

“ see right there, that the baby and it's growing but we can't tell how many there are since it's a few days, come back in six or seven weeks to check in. ”

“ a father?? ” Tomura whispered softly as he had a wide shocked expression as he looked at his hands. He couldn't believe it himself, he had to hold my hand as he turned towards me.

“ we're going to be parents!! Crap…” the better question is it his baby or one of his coworkers… I don't think that work since it happened yesterday, there is no way they could impregnate me in less than a few hours..

Shigaraki pulls me closer as he begins to cry out, he pet my hair softly as he smiles.

“ we're going to be parents!!! ”

[leanleather]

Peach Whiskey, Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a saloon owner. On what should be a typical shift, a group of cowboys wander in. The leader of said group is Elvis Presley, a man with a reputation for his quick temper and even quicker trigger finger. Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: I was deeply inspired by A Whole Man is Hard to Find, an absolutely gorgeous peace by my now favorite author, @aconflagrationofmyown​. That being said, my knowlegde of the time period is nowhere near as good as Marina’s in that fic. I will be doing more and more research as this fic goes on, but for now I am relying on memory, movies, and Red Dead Redemption (hey, I love cowboys, ok?). This takes place in like the early 1800′s in a little made up town, but I picture it being like Rhodes from RDR2, so we’ll just say it’s in Georgia (my apologies to any from Georgia because I feel like I’m gonna butcher my knowledge of the state). Also I couldn’t find like an actual word for the leader of a cowboy posse? The only one I saw was sheriff so we will roll with it. I haven’t written a series in a LONG time, so bear with me please.

Warnings: Period typical violence, swearing, guns, death threats (not directed toward Y/N), unwanted and uncomfortable flirting, sexual references (nothing explicitly NSFW), use of the word “daddy” (in reference to an actual father, this is the old south y’all), cowboys, mentions of robbery & murder, jeez this isn’t looking good for just the first chapter, mentions of prostitution, family issues, mentions of kidnapping, not proofread lol

Your daddy had shook his head when you asked to work a couple of hours at The Silver Spur. It had been nearly a fortnight since the incident that made him remove you in the first place. Piggish men deep in their glass just couldn’t keep their tongue still, you had learned. Luckily your daddy had stepped in and escorted the man out, effectively suspending you in the process.

Yet here you stood, leaning against the wooden bar, diligently cleaning a glass with a well-worn cloth. It was a slow night--the occasional customer wandering in and sitting down to get piss fucking drunk--but you didn’t mind. Any citizen of  Lynnburn or wandering stranger could plant their soul in the saloon.

Lynnburn wasn’t a big town, housing no more than five-thousand and seven hundred residents. To any stranger it would have seemed nothing more than a dusty place with poor folks. That was the facade the town was lucky to have, keeping lush farmland hidden within the woods nearby. Corn was what kept the people fed and paid along with the yearly cattle sale. Horse shows had begun to turn a profit in the confines of the town’s stables, but it had only just started to gain the attention of outsiders. It both excited and worried Lynnburn natives. The Silver Spur drew in wanderers from all over the wooded state of Georgia. Your father’s well-known peach whiskey attracted all sorts of folks--most of which being shady business men looking to snatch farming land, or men passing through on their way to the big city.

One of those shady business men was sat at the end of the bar, nursing a drink in his sweaty palms, his eyes baring directly at your body. You paid him no mind as you continued your work. The consistent hum of patrons suddenly hushed, a rhythmic k'duh sound slicing through. Your eyes shifted as the glass was quickly abandoned beneath the counter of the bar. Plastering on a smile, your voice came out soaked in honey. “Hello, what can I get ya?” Finally the men came into view, and by god, the middle man was so pretty.

He had what could only be described as the face of a young adonis. A fine beau with soft, tanned skin covering a toned but equally soft body. The raven black hair pulled the focus to his eyes, bluer than the sky on an autumn day. But you recognized his face for another reason, one that made your hands tremble a bit.

The man and his companions filled the remaining seats at the bar. He pulled the hat off of his head and rested it on the counter. “Hi, honey. We’ll all just be havin’ whiskey, on me.” You gave a nod in response and started pouring the spirit. A few drops slid down the side of the glass, a soft apology leaving your lips.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Presley.” You sat the glass in front of him. Elvis Presley was sitting in your father’s saloon. The same man who had a hand in removing a whole gang from Lynnburn and stolen their loots, blood staining his hands and perhaps his soul, was now asking you for a drink. The cowboy let out a soft chuckle, his calloused hands wrapping around your own.

“You’re alright, darlin’. Ain’t none of us degenerates gon’ hurt you.” Elvis cooed. The skin on your face felt so hot, whether it was out of fear, embarrassment, or flattery, you weren’t sure. His friends gave agreeing nods or laughs of their own, the other patrons in the saloon melting back into their own conversations. “In fact, as long as we’re drinkin’ here, your safety is our priority.” He smiled at you--a big, toothy grin--and you could feel your stomach twist.

It wasn’t long before you had given out the rest of the drinks to his buddies--who you had learned were named Jerry, Sonny, Robert (who they called Red), and Scotty. They had been gentlemanly to you as soon as Elvis gave the word. For a moment, you were sure that the night would go on and end normally.

But that business man could only hold his tongue for so long. He was near red in the face when you approached to take his empty glass. “Sweet thing, how much would a man need to offer to get a night with you?” He rasped. You had to stop yourself from boiling over, instead choosing to stiffen and move away.

“I never.” You practically hissed. Before the man could part his lips to retort, another voice cut through.

“That’s enough. Leave the lady alone.” Elvis sneered. He was standing now, moved closer to the business man with his hands curled down by his sides. The gaggle of men he’d arrived with also focused on the situation with fierce snarls. “Why don’t you just pay your tab n’ go on home, huh?” The distinct click of a revolver hammer followed. A ghostly hue washed over the now disgruntled patron as he dug in his pockets, producing some silver coins and hastily setting them on the counter before rising and hurriedly shuffling out of your father’s business.

Your eyebrows remained raised in surprise. “Thank you, Mr. Presley, but you didn’t have to do that. Usually they take the hint after the first couple times.” You snatched the glass left by the offending male, cleaning it and shoving it below the counter. It was a lie. They didn’t stop, only kept perusing until they lost interest and paid a prostitute, or your father made an appearance and forced them to leave. You were silently thankful that a man with a violent reputation had chosen to have mercy on you that night. Though, you had never heard such things about the Presley gang--who you had heard called the Mephis Mafia by town-goers, on according that the men involved had moved from Memphis, in whispers at the general store or in the corner of the saloon--ever doing anything like that to a woman. But just because nobody thought a person could do something didn’t mean that they wouldn’t. It was a hard truth your mother had sowed in your brain. Love few, and trust even less.

Elvis nodded his head slightly, scooting the coins down to you and moving back to his seat. “I only regret that men speak to you that way. ‘Specially pigs like that, though that’s a dishonor to the swine.” Scotty laughed, swallowing down the last of his drink. “But like I said, nobody’s gon’ talk to ya like that when we’re here. Swear it.” The man looked back to his friends and received grumbled agreeances. “And please, call me Elvis. Mr. Presley is my daddy.” That boyish smile made a reappearance, as if he hadn’t just threatened to paint the walls with the blood of another human being. It was sickening in a way--but, it had been in your favor. Elvis looked to the swinging doors, shaking his head softly and stretching. “Well honey, we best be goin’. Never did get yer name though.” It wasn’t a question. Not a ‘could I know your name’? It was almost a demand, but delivered much more gently. “It’s Y/N McCane, sir.” You returned his smile. You swiftly collected the empty glasses together. “Though I suspect you may know my brother, Teddy. He’s always runnin’ around town helpin’ folks with something.” Knowingly, Elvis leaned in.

“I do, actually. Good kid. Tried to recruit him a couple ‘a times, but he said your daddy wouldn’t want our blood money.” The blood running through you froze. The cowboy had been such a gentlemen before, but you couldn’t help the suspicion rising in you that it may have been a threat. “Relax, honey. Told ya. We ain’t that bad. Tell ya what,” Elvis leaned back to look at Jerry and cocked an eyebrow, the other man shrugging, “why don’t you come out to our ranch tomorrow? You can see what we’re really about.“ Shit. There’s no way your family would let you go out there. But, what harm could it do? “It will have to be after church, Mr. Pre- Elvis. Just...just meet me there.” You breathed quietly. The man across from you took your hand again, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Great. We’ll see you then. Come on boys, we got chores to wrap up!” Elvis reached into his pocket, pulling out what you quickly noticed was far too much money and setting it down. He left you no time to object before he ushered his posse out. Your elbows lifted to rest on the counter, your head landing in your hands with a sigh.

Once you’d closed The Silver Spur for the night, you hobbled up the stairs to your family’s abode, your stomach rumbling as you caught the smell of your momma’s cooking. You made no attempt to do anything but sit in the chair at the dining table. As you sat and locked hands with your family, your mother said grace and that was that. Not a word was spoken between mouthfuls. That was, until your father spoke. “How was work, Y/N?” It had startled you, nearly making you choke on the roasted chicken in your mouth.

“Mm, it was fine.” You replied as you wiped your face. The fork in your hand jabbed at the food on the plate. Your mind was at war with your mouth and it was unsure which would win. “Oh, uhm, Elvis Presley stopped in. Wanted me to visit his ranch.” The words spilled out of you so fast you’d barely avoided cutting yourself off with another mouthful of food.

Your father, however, became downright stiff. His utensils were abandoned on the table. “You let Elvis Presley convince you to visit his home? Good god...” Fingers grasped at the bridge of his nose. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t fucking kidnap you now that he knows where to find you. What were you thinking?” He chastised. You dared not look at him, instead meeting the eyes of Teddy. His expression was sympathetic. He knew they weren’t completely awful, but his lips remained tight.

“Daddy, he ain’t that bad. Defended my damn honor and paid me more than enough for his buddies’ drinks.” You retorted, finishing your food. Long ago had you tired of his over-protectiveness. “I am grown. I can go where I please, when I please. I appreciate you wanting to keep me safe, but just this once, please trust me.” It was pleading. Even a man as stoic as your father couldn’t resist giving in.

He let out a deep breath. “Fine. But please, take your gun? And at the first sign of anything going down, get the fuck outta there. Hear me?” You nodded excitedly. That was your cue to retire for the night, saying your goodnights to the family before heading to the room you and your brother shared. Laying in bed, you could not still your thoughts. Maybe you would ride along side the gang, hooves thundering beneath you, free as the hawks that soared the farmland looking for mice. Or maybe your father would be right, maybe you’d end up in a room in the middle of nowhere, praying for the same mercy shown to you tonight. All you could do was wait, hope, and make sure your gun was tucked into the garter on your thigh.

[novaskincare123]

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[enj4s]

OMG!! I’m so sorry for responding late but could you write for hina x fem dom reader? You could write whatever u want like scissoring, fingering, sex toys, etc. Anything you want

it's okayyy, bye srry I didn't see the sex toys and stuff JNAJSJ anyways here, hope ya enjoy ♡

SWEET GIRL ☆ # hinata tachibana

pairing : hinata tachibana x fem! dom reader

content/ warnings : smut, cunninglus, public sex, wlw.

"hinaaa, c'mon girl, pleasee." you whined once more and pulled down on her arm like a child would do to their mother when they want something.

"no y/n it's too risky." hina huffed and frowned, pulling her arm back.

"do you not love me anymore?" you pouted and looked at her, deciding to use manipulation since it was your only left weapon.

hina sighed and shook her head. "i do! of course- but we just had..." she suddenly stammered and her cheeks turned a light pink that matched her long gorgeous hair and made her look even prettier and cuter. "y-you know! that...yesterday. it's just that we're out and- and it's too risky.."

you sighed in defeat and continued walking beside hina down the park, you weren't gonna give up any sooner, you felt the strong need to touch and kiss her and being in a public space wasn't gonna stop you at all.

you held back a smile when an idea popped in your head.

"ohh! hina look at that clothes shop over there, the skirts look so nice.." you exclaimed in a fake surprised and happy tone as you pointed to a women's store just in the end of the street. "let's go~" You hurried towards it not leaving hina a chance to reply or decline.

"wait for me!"

you two entered the store and begin wandering around. you picked up some clothes to make your plan more perfect and walked over to hina.

"i picked these for you, come on try them out~" you cooed and held her hand, walking towards the changing room.

"wah..they look so cute.." she smiled sweetly, you almost felt bad about your plan but went on with it. you couldn't help it anyway, she was just the prettiest girlfriend you could ever have, always so good for you, always smelling and dressing no nicely. she was an angel.

as you two entered the changing room, you sat down on the bench near the mirror and handed her the clothes, watching as she changed. you felt yourself getting impatient as she undresses slowly, almost tempting you.

you stood up and placed your hands on her waist, "Here let me help you out, bae~" you coo, watching as hina blushed and nodded, looking at your eyes.

you smiled then unzipped her dress, pulling it down to her ankles, you wrap your arms around her and you let your hands roam her plumped and soft exposed skin.

"please..y-y/n..~" hina whined, her breath hitching as she felt your hands touching her body.

"hmm? please what?~"

"a-ah!" hina let out a squeak as she felt your hand cup her small tit, the other one already on her clothed clit. she whined and clung to your hands, "please..w-we shouldn't- not here!"

"all you have to do is stay quiet and keep your sweet sounds in~" you smiled and almost laughed when you saw her grinding on your hand. you felt her pussy aching and clench on nothing, you move your hand up and look at it, your palm wet from her juices.

deciding to tease her, you shrug and remove your hands from her body. "alright, i'll wait for you outside." as you moved towards the door- hina held you back, her naked body pressed against yours.

"n-no please..just make it quick, please?" she begs and looks at you with glassy pretty eyes. she was so aroused that it started to hurt, not being able to handle the heat and burning feeling between her legs.

you smile and nod, closing back the curtains and kneeling down before her, hina didnt need to be told twice as she hurried her aching clit to your mouth, not even bothering to remove her soaked panties.

you lap at her clit, giving it small kitten licks, loving as she whimpers and bites down on her hand to not catch any unwanted attention from outside. you decide to make it harder for her as you kissed and sucked on pussy harshly, youe nose pressed on her clit.

"a-AH! a...ah....there there-"

you felt her shake from ontop of you and watch as her eyes rolled back, she cries out and clenches on your hair, pulling your mouth to her clit more, now grinding down on your face. "j..jus' like that, uhn~ ahh.." she uttered and lean her head to the mirror behind her.

you keep licking and tasting her, swirling your warm and wet tongue on her pussy.

her taste was beyond euphoric. you stop and pull her down to sit on the bench, you spread her legs the farthest they can go and got back between them. this time you suck harder and lick all her spots to finish her off quickly as she requested.

your fingers curl inside her and you latch back at her clit, sucking and kissing just the way she likes it. she moans out, her back arching forward and her thighs shake in stimulation.

"y-yes! pleaase..please-" she whines and holds your head firmly, afraid you might let go. she sways and bucks her hips forward as she felt herself getting closer.

"im cl-close..more..please..please" she whispers and cries out, she wraps her legs around her neck, grinding on your face to feel your tongue deeper inside and on her.

she bit down on her lip, holding back a loud moan and her back arched hard as she came, leaking all over your fingers and face.

"fuck..thank you.."

[onebeautymedical]

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[merryfortune]

natural wonder

Prompt: Man Made Technology | Natural Wonder

Title: natural wonder

Ship: Respectfulshipping | Ryoken/Spectre

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains 

Word Count: 1,457

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - Bunnyverse, Pre-Canon, Bittersweet, Affection, Flirting

   As Ryoken removed the head apparatus, his hair bounced with the movement as straps came undone. He sighed contentedly and smacked his lips together.

   Not all missions were going to be that mundane and easy so he enjoyed the novelty whilst it lasted.

   Ryoken turned his head to check on his companion from across the room. Spectre wasn't quite as happy-go-lucky returning from the Link VRAINS as Ryoken was as there was a crease of discontentment diagonal through his brow. He undid the goggles which were nowhere near as high tech as the machine - with all its gizmo's and gadgets and high end luxury - that Ryoken lounged in. It simply was not made for folk like Spectre in mind.

   “So,” Ryoken said, perhaps louder than he needed to be to get Spectre’s attention, “what do you think of the Link VRAINS?”

   “I can understand the hype.” Spectre said, deliberately in an understatement.

   After all, Ryoken had seen with his own two eyes the pure, elevated Wonder that Spectre had enjoyed mere moments ago. The vast expanse of territory and variety of domains, the way his monsters came to life as they were played, the hacked hidey-hole which would become the Knights of Hanoi's base, and yes, of course, the avatar creation menu. Speaking of…

   “I couldn't help but notice that your avatar… it is quite impractical. Wish fulfilment, yes, but aren't you worried that it lacks the ability to conceal your identity?” Ryoken said.

   “Only time will tell, I might actually look like that in several years’ time.” Spectre said.

   Ryoken laughed a barky laugh, “Several?” he echoed, sceptical.

   “Yes, several. I added five years.” Spectre defended himself with a frown.

   “Looks like at least ten to me.” Ryoken teased him.

   “Well, it gets the point across.” Spectre huffed.

   Ryoken smiled and eased up on ribbing his second-in-command. Though, it still felt weird to regard Spectre as such. It had been mere months ago when they had been just friends. But a major reshuffle of organisation and secrets had led to this. It left a bittersweet taste in Ryoken’s mouth but he hoped all would go well when he cornered the Ignis and obliterated them. Then, afterwards, everything would be normal. But for now. He worried about things like secret identities and if he could wield the power that he had inherited.

   Ryoken dislodged himself from the comfortable recline of where he had laid to enter the Link VRAINS. Spectre did the same. He set aside the pair of goggles and got up to stretch, though he had been sitting down normally on the sofa, it was a lot like sleeping upright and so, dulled his senses.

   It was here that more than an age difference of wish fulfilment became apparent between Spectre’s flesh and blood self and his digital self. He always looked so incidentally cute when he stretched, his shirt reached up and his fingers curled in and his long, rabbit ears bobbed up and down. With enough thought, Spectre could move them the same as any other appendage but not right now.

   Aside from looking like a bizarro mirror of five (or ten) years later, his Link VRAINS avatar removed Spectre’s bunny traits. It was weird to see a portrait of him as a stereotypical human, Ryoken thought but he could see why Spectre had elected to remove such highly identifiable traits from his avatar.

   Truly it was a shame. Albeit an understandable one. Rabbits were not known for their ability to intimidate, after all. But it was still a shame to Ryoken who thought Spectre’s rare genetics made him even more unique. Though they were an unwanted spectacle. 

   The Rabbit Condition was exceedingly rare: a natural wonder which was an unerring peculiarity it was bizarre to exist at all let alone. 

   It was a genetic trait found in all humans’ DNA but the chance of it occurring to affect was a less than one percent chance. Redheads and people with green eyes far outnumbered those with the Rabbit condition. They didn't have any associated health conditions and was just a benign variation of how people could look but tradition and superstition would disagree. Those with the Rabbit Condition were predisposed to bad luck and misfortune, or so stories went.

  Thus, Spectre was blisteringly certain that his cotton ball tail and grey rabbit ears were contributing factors as to why he was abandoned. He couldn’t think of any other reason as he was male and otherwise healthy. 

   They were also definitely among the reasons why he had been bullied at the orphanage, too. Kids didn't take kindly to outliers and especially ones with extra needs as Spectre’s clothes did have to be tailored special to him. He was pampered in that regard yet it was a dual punishment as it made him hyper aware that he was a tall poppy, rarely dealt hand-me-downs and taken on expeditions to have his tail accounted for in pants and underwear. Not to mention the “vet” visits as he called them.

   Even now, in the lap of luxury, Spectre was still not in a world which catered to him. Ryoken got the latest and greatest of technology and Spectre had to make do with extra tight goggles so he could sit on the lounge with a gap between the cushions and backing. It was uncomfortable to cramp his tail, after all. It was such a small yet painful thing.

   He never complained, of course. He had a chip on his shoulder about being weak. A trait exacerbated by his bunny rabbit traits but despite Spectre’s best efforts to cover his tracks, Ryoken found Spectre pitiable all the same for being so unexpectedly and excessively cute. It was a cause of ire and concern and yet…

   Ryoken couldn’t help himself.

   “What are you doing, sir?” Spectre asked through gritted teeth, annoyed but keeping himself tempered.

   “Petting you.” Ryoken replied and with a wink in his voice, he chuckled a small chuckle. “It's weird to hear you call me “sir”. No more Ryo-chan and Spe-chan, no…” His melancholy was lowkey and covered by a mask of mirth.

  “No more Ryo-chan and Spe-chan…” Spectre agreed in lamentation.

   Ryoken half-smiled as he looked up and admired Spectre’s rabbit ears. The patch of skin to the side of his head, so inconspicuous of what he lacked and the absurdity of what he did have. It was velvet soft and warm beneath Ryoken’s fingertips. 

   Spectre’s lips were a mangled smile. He didn’t want to but he enjoyed Ryoken’s touch despite being abrasive. He suppressed a chitter as Ryoken’s hand groped him so kindly.

   Meanwhile, in his mind, Ryoken couldn’t help but compare the flesh and blood to the human made of pixels. They were the same person, the same Spectre but the difference was immense.

   “Despite my previous comments,” Ryoken said, “I do like your avatar. It's handsome in its own ways…”

   Spectre laughed, insulted. “Well, I think your avatar is handsome, too, in his own, terrifying and striking way.” 

   “Good.” Ryoken said and he removed his hand.

   Spectre hated having his rabbit ears touched and fondled. By doctors and nurses especially. Anyone and everyone except Ryoken. He maintained a faux glare and Ryoken could see through the friction to realise that Spectre inhaled slightly: an unspoken wish for Ryoken not to stop.

   “It is a good idea though,” Ryoken said, “to at least conceal what is probably the most eye-catching element of your real life appearance.”

   “Yes, I think so, too.” Spectre agreed and maybe it was because he pined to be touched with love and affection just that little bit more, his eyes naturally fell to Ryoken’s hands. 

   Specifically to that odd triangle on the skin between the base of his thumb the knuckle of his index finger. It was too small to be the most eye-catching thing and yet… Spectre was reminded of a small detail.

   His avatar - Revolver - wore gloves. Spectre’s ear twitched as he made that connection which very well may not have been there at all. His face began to mire in these deep thoughts. Ryoken sighed, causing them to prick and bounce involuntarily. 

   “Let’s dismiss ourselves, yeah?” Ryoken suggested, upbeat. “It's almost dinner time.”

   Spectre bowed his head, he liked the sound of that. Ryoken smiled, even though it was he who had prevented them from leaving this room at all as he had gotten caught up in dissecting the flight of fancy which was the hidden desires buried in the selections they had made for their avatars. But at least, over the dinner table, to their former carers and current lieutenants, they could share that their first expedition to the Link VRAINS had been a success.

[storiesofsvu]

Unexpected Judgement Ch 1

Warnings: Language, SMUT

To say that you were bored out of your mind was an understatement. It was Saturday night, and it had been highly suggested that you drag your ass out of the comfy confines of your apartment all the way to Seagate for another one of the stuffy gala’s that New York City just loved to host. Filling the invite list with only the finest, many of the attendee’s being slimy defence attorneys, higher up’s in the NYPD, a smattering of judges and people from the DA’s office, and of course, the people with the deep pockets to fund it all. The city was in the middle of a heatwave, temperatures leaving people begging for any amount of a/c, you were thankful for opting for a shorter, though still respectable cocktail dress.

Leaning against the bar you politely asked for another drink, rolling your eyes at the white haired beer belly of a man who was attempting to chat your ear off about how the republican party was clearly doing all of the right things. You silently thanked God when a business partner of his dragged him off, outwardly thanking the bartender as she passed you your drink. A small laugh came from beside you, and did it ever sound like magic to your ears, you glanced up, taking in the woman before you, a sly smirk on her lips.

“Not running after Prince Charming there?” She joked, you gave a burst of a laugh at that, smiling across at her.

“I think I’d rather run in the opposite direction. Thank God these things have open bars…” 

“You’re right about that.” She clinked her glass against yours before you both took a sip, “Casey.” She extended her hand, 

“Y/N.” Neither of you could deny the feeling of a glimmer when your hands met in a gentle handshake. 

It was more than easy enough to fall into a conversation together, there was something that simply just clicked instantly between the two of you. You started picking out groups of snooty people and captioning their conversations, making up the most ridiculous dialogue’s you could think up. Laughing over each other’s jokes as your bodies started to move closer together, lingering touches, flirty smiles, sparkling eyes shining through the room. After a couple of more rounds of drinks, you glanced around the room, the crowd had barely thinned out, and despite your joking you’d still been approached by more than enough unwanted visitors. Casey let out a bit of a groan as she polished off her drink,

“You know, I would rather be anywhere but here right now…”

“You’ve got my attention…” You smirked, cocking a brow at her, “Hey, I know a place a few blocks away, what’d’ya say to escaping?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll have to make my rounds, I’ll meet you out front?” 

“‘Course.” You gave her a soft smile and a squeeze on the elbow as you parted ways for a bit. You had to make at least a couple of good byes before you’d be able to leave anyways. 

It was roughly 10 minutes when you’d managed to make your break, and 15 when Casey exited the building, she found you leaning against a stone wall near the sidewalk, a bag over your shoulder, your heels removed, dangling from your hand.

“C’mon…” When you nodded your head the opposite direction of the city she was perplexed, and definitely intrigued. She fell into pace beside you as you made your way down the street. The sun may have already set, hell it was past 10pm by this point, but the air was still thick with the summer heat, sticky humidity breaking through the night. When you reached the end of the street, you ducked through a small alleyway, quickly placing your heels back on before you gracefully jumped over the hip height fence into the tree line, turning back to Casey you extending your hand.

“I feel like this is the part where you’re leading me to my death…” She half joked, you laughed,

“Don’t be a pussy. It’s worth it, I promise..” She wasn’t about to deny her curiosity, nor the spark that had formed between the two of you. Hopping over the fence, your hands stayed gripped while you led her through the brief woodland, she wasn’t sure what she expected, most of the beach front in this area was privately owned, right behind people’s houses, or part of Coney Island. You kicked off your shoes again, feet sinking into the sand and she was quick to follow. The area of sand and sea was nearly completely secluded from everything around it, if you didn’t know to creep through the trees the easiest way would be to approach by boat. She watched in amazement as you moved a couple of feet down the tree line, digging through the foliage for a second before you pulled out a battery operated lantern flicking it on to produce a warm glow, adding into the light from the night sky.

“You come here often?” She quipped, you let out another glorious laugh.

“I grew up in Seagate, used to come here all the time as a kid.” You were quick to grasp her hand again, leading her over to a piece of driftwood, dropping in the sand in front of it, “It was a nice place to escape to.” You sighed, your head leaning against her shoulder, “Somethin’ about the ocean…pretty sure I was a mermaid in a past life…I just find it calming…soothing…when you’re on a quiet beach, everything just seems so at peace, it’s so easy to forget about the world when I’m here.”

“I get it..” Casey looked out at the body of water, relishing in the relaxation of the sounds of the waves, the smell of the salt water, the feeling of the warm sand beneath her, more importantly the warmth of your body next to hers.

“You want another drink?” Your head raised, looking up at her, she furrowed her brows, nodding towards your bag.

“What, you brought a flask to an open bar?” You laughed at that, turning to your bag.

“No, I swiped a bottle when the bartender wasn’t looking.” You turned back with an unopened bottle of champagne in your hand, a smirk on your face.

“Y/N! There were at least 50 cops in that room.”

“You gonna arrest me?” You shot back, “The booze was free, technically, I stole nothing…” Casey laughed at the truth behind your statement as you popped the bottle open, tacking a swig before passing it to her. She took one, digging the bottle into the sand between you as for it to not fall over.

“Your parents okay with you always running off to a secluded beach when you were a kid?” You shrugged,

“They divorced when I was pretty young, I usually say I don’t know my Dad, I certainly don’t have many memories of him, and my Mom doesn’t exactly speak well of him.” You took another swig of champagne, moving to lean against her shoulder again, “She was usually pretty busy at work, I had a family friend, the Aunt type family friend that helped out a lot. She was always much more willing to let me do shit I probably shouldn’t have been doing, definitely helped keep secrets from my Mom when I needed. I came out to her before I told my Mom…” And there it was, both the trivia you’d waited to drop, and the confirmation that Casey had been waiting for. 

“They react okay?” Her voice was quiet, a murmur against your hair as the quiet crashing of the waves engulfed you.

“Oh, 100%. My Aunt was quick to tell me she’d figured it out years ago, Mom was a little hesitant, but it’s not like she was disgraced by it or anything, just…was surprised I guess?”

“Makes sense…” She trailed off, and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. 

Watching the waves thud against the sand, occasionally taking swigs from the champagne bottle you simply enjoyed each others company, you hummed in appreciation as her elbow came to rest upon your shoulder, hand coming to play with your hair gently. You exchanged some more gentle conversation, talking about your upbringings, the things you enjoyed in life, the things you didn’t enjoy so much and found you had so many things in common you simply wanted to continue to get to know each other even more. It was when Casey ended up draining the last of the champagne that she groaned.

“What? Should I have swiped two bottles?”

“No,” She laughed, “It was just the easiest way to beat this fucking heat..” The air was still sweltering, clinging around you in the most unpleasant way. You moved away from her shoulder, tucking your knees under you, 

“There is one thing I can think of…” You trailed off as you stood, moving towards the water you unzipped the back of your dress, letting it drop into the sand, leaving you in your bra and underwear.

“Oh…come one Y/N, is skinny dipping really the right idea?” A laugh barked out of your lips,

“No one said anything about skinny dipping Casey…” You practically moaned in relief as the water hit your feet, relishing in the cooling affect it had on your body, “Trust me…” The smile on your lips was more than enough for her to laugh, shaking her head as she stripped herself of her dress, meeting you at the crest of the waves. You were quick to smirk, grabbing her hand as you tugged her into the cooling ocean, she shrieked at the instant cold of the water. When it came just over waist deep, you dropped her hand, diving against the upcoming wave, completely submerging yourself into the water, flicking back your hair, wiping your face of droplets when you remerged. “Feels one hell of a lot better…” She laughed at your actions, the heat in the air still clinging to her upper body, she was quick to mimic them, coming up closer to you than she’d expected.

“You’re not wrong…” You giggled at her, nudging at her hips with your hands,

“See? I told you it’d be worth it…” Your voice was quiet over the sounds of the ocean, waves crashing against your hips as Casey tugged you into her arms, a hand settling against your damp cheek right before her lips met yours. You felt the tingle you’d been feeling all night spark its way ignited as her lips danced against yours so fucking perfectly, practically melting against her. Your tongue dared its way to gently sneak its way into her mouth, tasting the tartness of the champagne against her tongue. The hand on your cheek moved, burying itself into your hair, the other arm wound around you, pulling you impossibly close to her, forgetting the heat of the night flowing through the air, replaced with the carnal desire to be totally enthralled with only each other. It was only when a particularly large wave hit, nearly toppling both of you over that you broke apart in a fit of laughter, limbs still entangled as your cooled bodies made your way back to shore. 

Roughly another hour passed, your bodies staying entwined, lips meeting each other in mini sets of passion while you laughed against each others skin, exchanging stories and simply enjoying the company and the calmness of the beach. When you heard a distant boat horn, you checked your phone, removing yourself from Casey’s arms.

“We should probably get going…”

“You on a curfew or something?” She joked back, you chuckled, giving her a chaste kiss.

“No, this place is secluded enough the street dwellers usually spend the night here in the summers…don’t really need to interrupt our night with that.” You gave your body a small stretch as you stood, brushing as much of the sand off your body as you could, thankful you’d at least been wise enough to use your dress as a beach blanket. Extending your hand to Casey so she could stand and do the same before you pulled on your dress, your hand not leaving hers as you tucked away the lantern in its hiding spot. You easily found your way back through the trees and over the fence, walking a few blocks in silence before Casey turned to you,

“Hey…uhm…hate to be forward or anything, but..I don’t suppose you’d like to come back to my place?” A grin broke out on your face, tugging her to you for another kiss, murmuring your reply against her lips.

“I’d love to…”

**

It didn’t take very long after getting into Casey’s apartments for your hands to be racing against each others bodies again, this time pulling off clothes with intensity, underwear following that until you were bare against each other. Casey groaned as your lips made their way down her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin, her hands cupping at the cheeks of your ass, tugging your body to hers. Your hands daintily traced up her sides, leaving goosebumps in their path before you cupped her chest, thumbs rolling against her nipples, slowly bringing them to peaks, grinning at the gasps leaving her lips when you pinched them between your fingers. Your lips found each other again, tongues gliding against each other with tranquility. 

One of Casey’s hand remained on your ass, squeezing against the plump skin while the other tickled its way around your hip, ducking to swipe against you, feeling the wetness pooling throughout you. Gasping into her mouth when her fingers hit your clit, your knees buckled, dropping to sitting on her bed behind you, pulling you into her lap. You shifted slightly, readjusting your positions so you could get your hands on her in the same way. Casey’s fingers deftly sunk into you causing you to whimper as your thumb rolled her clit, she moaned at the warm wetness of your pussy, her lips nipping into the sweet spot of your neck. You were a mess of whimpering moans, gasps of breaths, rutting hips against each other as you continued to finger fuck each other, lips meeting each other again, breaths coming in heavy pants. Casey yelped as your fingers dragged across her g-spot as your flicked at her clit, her free arm clenching you against her body, juices gushing from her cunt, body shaking against yours. You chuckled lightly, pulling her into a chaste kiss,

“You okay?” You murmured,

“Fuck…” Was all she managed to choke out, taking a few breaths before gently pushing you back into the mattress. Her mouth traced a searing path down your body, she could taste the saltwater from the ocean still clinging to your skin, groaning in appreciation. Her name left your lips in a gasp when her tongue swiped through your sensitive folds. She hummed, taking each lip into her mouth, sucking deftly at them before her tongue invaded your heat, you felt a hand grip the sheets beside you while the other tugged against her still damp hair. Your hips uncontrollably rolled against her mouth, a string of whimpers and curses leaving your mouth, she felt so fucking incredible against your skin and you hand’t been prepared. 

Casey moved her mouth up to your clit, lapping against it while her fingers sunk into again, twisting and curling, chuckling against your as your noises became louder, less controlled. Her teeth ever so gently hit your clit right as her fingers tapped, pressing into the spongey wall inside you and you fucking lost it, the hand in her hair clenching tightly, tugging against her as your back arched off the bed in a shriek of her name as you came. Panting for breath, the grip you had on her hair lessened, stroking her head softly before she moved back up in the bed, tugging your body to hers, curling around your back as the blankets were pulled up over you. Her fingers traced patterns against your bare skin, lips meeting the back of your neck, causing you to shiver before she snuggled against the crook of your neck.

“It’s late..you should stay..” She murmured out the excuse.

“Mmmm…” Was about all you manage, snuggling yourself back against her, interlocking your fingers in the hand she had wrapped around you, tugging it closer to you before you fell into an easy sleep. 

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Hi hello I love you art and especially your Zelda AU/fake game. 💛 I asked a million years ago about an idea for a monster in your setting and then never followed up because ADHD. So here I am, finally putting together all the thoughts I have.

The monster is called a Tikapuut [from the Finnish word for ladder]. It's a tall, spindly thing with an almost exposed central spine/core and dozens of rows of bony rib-like structures all along the core. The ribs have holes and ridges that shift and create an unsettling, eerie whistle as wind passes through them. The ribs are large and surprisingly articulated, but fragile and breakable with a solid hit. It moves fast, though, snapping forward up to almost its full length around it with an over 180 degree arc around it.

To most creatures, the music of the Tikapuut is grating; it's atonal, uneven, makes your hair stand on end, touches the fear part of your brain. To fairies, though, the music is hypnotic. It's still creepy, but it draws them in. When a fairy gets close, the Tikapuut lashes out and consumes it, grabbing it with the spindly ribs and bringing it to its toothy mouth with a motion almost like an elevator; it closes lower pairs of ribs as it opens upper pairs, forcing the captured fairy higher and higher up the spine. A standard size Tikapuut can bring a fairy from the base of its spine to its mouth in about a minute.

Tikapuut are rare and solitary. Typically, they find a spot relatively near a fairy fountain or other magically-dense spot to lure in a steady stream of wayward fairies and stay there for decades (centuries, if they are fed enough). They don't like to plant themselves too close to the fountains, because they risk overfeeding and wiping out the fairy population (or drawing unwanted attention). A Tikapuut ideally lives off of 3 or 4 fairies a year, but can survive on 1 or 2 per decade if desperate. Because fairies are basically raw magic, Tikapuut can grow incredibly large and powerful if well fed.

Overall, they are deeply unsettling to look at and be around. Hearing the music of a Tikapuut is a bad omen because they prey on fairies, a symbol of goodness in most cultures in Hyrule, but it also signals that there will likely be fewer monsters around, as monsters are equally unsettled by the sound. Be wary, though; the monsters you do find around a Tikapuut lair are more agitated and prone to attack.

(Sorry for the late reply!) Whoaaa what a cool monster!! And scary too…. It would fit right into the setting, haha! It's a really interesting read, I love monster designs. I can tell you've thought about it carefully! It would be really creepy, hearing its sounds and trying to figure out where it's hidden!!

Thank you so much for sending this to me!! the fact that i've made something that sparks ideas in others makes me really happy :'))) I can't remember if i answered that earlier ask privately or not, but I hope you don't mind me making this ask public, I think it was such a cool idea that more people should see it!! :^D If you want me to remove it from my blog, feel free to tell me 👍 Thank you!

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