#🦈 anon !! ✩

[plutolovesyou]

do you think Ellie would be more a strap, tribbing, or fingering girlie?

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abby version. dina version. SMUTTY, BRAIN MELTING YAP AHEAD: TRIB TRIB TRIB. hands down. okay i mean, all of em have their perks. she likes the convenience of fingering, the way she's able to be discreet with it perchance. she likes strap because it's able to reach spots inside of you no one even knew existed before...fabled clusters of nerves that make your mind go blank as she hits them repeatedly. but tribbing?? oh girl. she loves everything about it. she loves the mutual pleasure it brings—not that she minds being on either end!—she loves the wetness of it all, if we were to get vulgar. but back to mutual pleasure for a sec, i feel like she'd just revel in the sort of domino effect it has. lemme elaborate. you're getting closer to the peak, which eggs her on to get closer to her own peak, because of the motions she's doing for herself (frantic, irregular humps and bounces on top, bucks of her hips upwards if on bottom...), the way you're reacting (whining and moaning as she fucks your brain to mush, or making her brain turn to mush), and most importantly the fact she can feel it all in real time. every twitch, throb, squirt, clench, yeah she feels it righttt where she needs. then it all tumbles in a domino, or snowball effect. positive feedback loop for the bio gals...just more and more and more and more, you get the idea. also wanna add: whatever the activity of choice was, she'd wanna clean you up properly afterwards, with her mouth of course. slurping and sucking to her heart's content, like a starved woman. like you were her death row meal. more for her own pleasure than yours let's be real...DAMN. went on a tangent lol BUT TRIB IS HER CHOICE METHINKS LMFAO.

[meo-eiru]

Can't I just ride Silas pls ☹️☹️☹️☹️ pls just the tip even I swear 😭🙏🏾 I wanna ride him for so long while i suck his nipples just one chance pls 🧍🏾‍♀️💔

-🦈

You can do anything as long as you don’t hurt yourself☺️ Silas loves loves loves making you feel good after all🫶

If you go at it while sucking on his nipples you might just awaken in him, don’t be surprised if he starts asking you to do it more often during breastfeeding sessions. If you don’t want to it’s fine :( But he doesn’t know how to take care of this pent up feeling so you might just catch him trying to touch himself while you’re sucking on his tits

[uravitypng]

i’m so sorry if your not taking requests! i’m a little new and couldn’t find whether they were open or not.

i’ve been reading your bully!Tsukki and have been OBSESSED

i was curious how he might react his darling stayed home for a few days? would he go to their dorm? wait until they come back?

- Anon 🦈

i got sent this a few days ago now and i've been thinking about it constantly. ANON YOUR MIND !!! What a good question and concept, i fuck with it so hard. <333

where are you? that's all bully tsukishima can think right now. you're late and you know better than to be late when you share classes together. you don't turn up at all. he can't find you around campus.

where are you? the next day you're not there either. he isn't worried, he's annoyed. two days without seeing you is pissing him off and every single day after that when you're staying in your dorm and not coming to classes pisses him off even more. shouldn't you know better by now, if you're hiding from him he'll just make it one hundred times worse. so he waits. seething. because where the fuck are.

the rational part of his brain tells him you're not there for a good reason, you don't skip class, you're good like that but he doesn't care about what reason there is, you're gone and he wants you back in class and around campus.

everything seems like a drag now that you're not there to entertain him. he blocks out conversations and any people talking to him, thinking about you and what he's going to do next time he sees you.

you deserve a punishment for being gone for so long.

kuroo and bokuto are talking to him about something but he's paying no attention whatsoever. instead tsukishima is thinking about how can't wait to have his hands all over you. because you've been gone for so long he's going to pinch, grab, and mark you all over as punishment, maybe even some hickeys too. you're his and he plans to make you remember that. he smirks just imagining the bruises he'll make on your plump body, trying your best to cover them up with clothes or makeup but he'll just add more making you more upset, until you apologise over and over again for staying in your dorm for so long.

when you do feel better and eventually leave your dorm he'll do what he was thinking about this whole time you've been gone. after he'll pick up your bag and put some medicine in there, "don't get ill again crybaby."

[thegnomelord]

Shark Merperson reader is real gud.

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(HOLY FUCK. THANK YOU TO WHICH EVER ANON REQUESTED THAT BECAUSE I FUCKIN LOVE SHARKS.

Now Im thinking of a Price x Reader, because shars are the oldest species known to exist. Obviously sharks arent immortal, they've just been on this earth way b4 tress bloody existed.

So Im thinking the readers an eldritch creature, they represent sharks as a whole, as long sharks exsist they exsist. Heck they mights of even of been Prices mentor when he was in his draconic 100s? (Late 20s?).

Imagine Price missing his friend calls him up to see hows hes doing. Reader elated to meet an old friend, accepts the invitation to meets up with him. Reader definitely scolds him for lossing a wing, honestly is pertrified Price lost a piece of himself and thought he was retiring due to it. Cut ahort to him smacking him slap dab on the head when he learns he's lost it a long time ago and didnt tell him.

Cue wholesome interactions th 141 and etc. Heck maybe some romance with Price.

Just a blurb i had yo tell you abt)

Okay, this tickles my eldrich abomination trying to act human itch

CW:SFW, eldritch reader, kissing

Price knows you're there the second he steps onto the old wooden pier, able to smell seaweed and brine and something in the air — what he thinks the bottom of the ocean smells like, old rot of decaying whales and older heat of geothermal vents — the soft wind billowing his hair like the breathing of an elderly beast.

He knows you're watching him, passively at least, washed up mermaid purses dotting the beach to give you a glimpse of the world above the waves through the yolks vital for the pup's survival, able to dream of the warm sun and course sand while you slumber beneath the waves.

"Oi, ser, yer look like a wee lass waiting for her sailor." Soap's sharp voice cuts through the air, the werewolf far too energized for his own good, the sand in his fur not dampening his mood when he can just shake himself off and flick the grains on Simon.

"Hah," Price snorts, "Maybe I am." He tilts his head back to the sea, sharp eyes watching the breaking waves. "Time to wake up old friend." He mutters your mangled name under his breath, mortal lips and vocal cords unable to replicate your own voice.

The young ones in his team lack the sight needed to notice your form slowly rise from the sea like a submarine breaking through the ice, only the visible flicker of air and the receding water keying them in. Price old enough to see you without needing the inner surface of his skull to be dotted with eyes. Though even he sees your real form like a man having a stroke — vaguely familiar at first yet the details are undefinable — flesh and sea melding together without rhyme or reason, long strings of seaweed bearing miniature eyes with pups wriggling inside, cookie cutter sharks boring holes through finless corpses so long eel sharks may form ever reforming sinews, fossilized bone and old rock giving giving support to the massive insult to reality's laws; birth and life wrapped up in death.

You're an affront to logic. And with one sneeze from existence itself you're human standing in front of him.

Eerily human.

Perfectly human.

Almost.

"What the fuck?" He can faintly hear Gaz's voice, all of them only now noticing you stand where you weren't previously.

Your hand touches his back before he even registers you move, always slightly damp, "When did this happen?" You ask as you trace the spot where his wing used to be. "What did this?"

"And a 'hello' to you too sweetheart." He clasps a hand around your waist, purring softly in greeting as he pulls you closer to his chest. Even if he sees you once every few centuries, even if you don't possess the ability to reciprocate, his love for you is as youthful as it was when he was but a wyrm.

Your facial features remain neutral like the ones of sunken statues, but you blink, and for a few seconds he can see that yawning abyss in your eyes. "Hi." You say, your hand still tracing the bump created by atrophied flight muscles, trying to judge how fresh it is. "Explain."

Your tone sounds like a predator baring it's teeth, but he knows you wouldn't harm him. "In a lil' bit." He snorts, puts pressure on your back until he forces your legs to move. "Come, want you to meet my boys."

The introductions are odd on both ends considering you hadn't spoken with people other than Price since that Icarus of a passenger ship mistook your fin for an iceberg and they've never met an old one like you. But you like them, they compliment Price just like the small scale he gave you makes the pearls and gold offered to you through the ages shine more.

Even if your face is unreadable, somehow they can figure out you're not too amused when you hear he'd lost his wing during a mission. "I told you arrogance would cost you." You at least you can mimic a sigh as you rub your head, "At least you retired." You say,

"We wish!" Soap snorts before he can help it, and the next thing they hear is a horrific crack that has them jumping out of their skin.

Your head had whipped 180 degrees with the rest of your body remained in place, the laws of nature nothing more but blurry guidelines. "You. . .did retire?" You ask, voice like the roar of a whirlpool.

"About that," Price starts, unable to finish his thought as you slap him upside the head as if he's still the whelp who thought he could brave an ocean storm.

"You'll put me in the grave." You growl, holding him by the ear, words spilling from your mouth like seawater filling the empty bowels of a ship. "I swear your scaly hide hasn't learned a single thing-"

"Should we help?" Gaz wonders as they watch you chastise their captain like he's a boy.

"No, this is great entertainment." Ghost chuckles.

"Want me ta grab the popcorn?" Johnny ads, already snacking, tail thumping against Simon's leg and growling playfully when Gaz reaches for the snacks.

Eventually your anger relents, mood changing as swiftly as the tide. You spend the time they have left learning about the men he's chosen as his hoard. Kyle's a bit weary of you just due to his harpy nature, but soon enough you two can be found sitting on the pier and fishing, and if you purposely make the waves flow so a big fish snags on Kyle's line, Price never says anything about it, not when his boy has a smile as big as the sun when he looks at the gigantic fish flopping on his hook.

You attempting to help Soap cook the barbeque, but you're fine motor skills are rusty after all these years of slumber, so the food is slightly burnt but Price loves when his food's basically charcoal and eats it with a smile, especially as it keeps you from telling all the embarrassing stories you have of him, from when he got his ass bit by a squid to when he was so horny he ended up rutting against an extra curvy piece of rock, though the rest have already heard enough dirt to bury him for the next several decades.

Unfortunately for Price, you and Ghost hit it off like a house on fire, and Ghost ends up learning far too many ways to hurt people without killing them that most definitely are against the Geneva conventions but you pull seniority on it. Simon in turn, teaches you how to play cards, which, when you're literally a god that can see almost everything including your opponent's cards, means the shmucks Simon ropes into playing you and Simon end up with empty pockets.

As the sun stars to dip behind the horizon you wind up sitting next to Price by the fire, the others splashing in the water.

You feel his wing spread behind your back to pull you closer to him, "I missed this." He says, knowing you won't comment on the 'I missed you' hidden behind his vellum words.

"Last time we met like this Napoleon was still emperor." You hum, a small yawn escaping you, sharp tips of shark teeth peeking from human gums. "And you had two wings." You can't help but point out, making it clear you've not forgiven him about not informing you.

Price pointedly ignores your later comment, his hand tentatively, almost shyly, reaching down to sit on top of yours. "Afraid I'll forget about you?"

His pulse picks up when you shift your hand to hold his, fingers lacing together when you don't have a tail as a human. "You wait for me." You shrug, holding your free arm up, reality wheezing for a few moments before his scale is suddenly in your hand, shiny and unharmed just as it was when he'd given it to you all those years ago. "And I dream of you."

His eyes widen and heart melts, a purr rumbling in his chest "C'mere sweetheart," He rumbles and pulls you into a kiss, free hand holding your chin stable.

You taste of salt and blood, of chilling cold and boiling heat, of something ancient and familiar and Price drinks it all down like a babe, tongue licking in your mouth and fangs nibbling on your lip, feeling you respond, the touch of hungering god as soft as silk, just to him.

But he knows this won't last.

A shark has no reason to stay on land, and a dragon can't survive underwater regardless of how much he wants. Soon you'll return to slumber, and Price won't know when he'll see you again, if he'll see you again, or if you'll learn of his passing when your waves swallow up his ashes.

He doesn't notice the prickling in his eyes but you do, wiping a stray tear with the pad of your thumb, your other hand still wrapped around his. "Don't worry John," You say, statue features finally cracking into a small smile, "I'll stay for a little while." You say and lead him into another kiss, the other members of TF141 leaving you two to catch up on lost time...

[merakiui]

Hi Meraaaa, 🦈 anon here, it's been a while!! How have you been?

I've been lurking in the shadows, but haven't been feeling in the Twst mood lately... Until the Mermaid Fin cards that is 🫣🫣 Neither of them came home sadly, but oml those groovies!!! They rly decided to feed us well after making us wait so long for them,,,

How dare they censor beloved eelussy though!!! Show us the goods if you were going to put Jade in that pose!! Speaking of Jade, I couldn't stop laughing at how he views Floyd and Azul, he's such a silly eel,,

That body swap concept with him sounds really fun!! I imagine at first he really didn't view you any differently from the others, but then you show some genuine interest in what he's doing in the Mountain Lovers Club and he falls in love instantly <33

🦈 ANON, HIII!!!! (≧ᗜ≦) I'm happy to hear from you again!! I hope you're doing well! As for myself, I've just recovered from a slight flu and so I'm feeling much better!!! Seeing the new eel groovies helped to heal my ailing spirit faster!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

Censoring eelussy....... (◞‸◟；) one can only imagine what lies behind those bubbles,,, aaaa Jade in that sort of position with such a callous expression!!!! I need him to drown me in the sea and eat my intestines. orz he's too perfect and so unexpectedly funny. Dream Floyd and Azul are immensely silly. To think that eel couldn't get even more amazing. AND HIS LAUGHTER!!!!! JADE LEECH, YOU ARE THE FUNNIEST EEL ON STAGE RIGHT NOW.

AAAA YES!!!! That's brilliant... Jade who sees you just like everyone else and only truly warms up when you show persistent and authentic interest in his hobbies. He is so cherished. 🥺 and then you learn just how much you light up his world when you're in his body and viewing everyone from Jade's eyes!!!

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

The dragons with a s/o, reader, who haves sharp teeth (like a shark perhaps) and just like in a daily basis nips at any part of their body at any given moment while having the most neutral expression of all time. Kind of funny sometimes to watch their face while (insert pronouns) is just nipping at them

(+bonus points if reader was just playing with their hair and just nips at it too lmao)

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Pitaya Dragon Cookie nips right back. Do you want to have a nipping competition? They're all for it, bring it on.

Longan Dragon Cookie probably lifts you up any time you do it and just shakes their head. They don't get why you do it.

It merely makes Lotus Dragon Cookie chuckles. Maybe they'll nip back too.

Ananas Dragon Cookie lightly bonks you with their staff. No biting.

[doctorcatz]

Do u do emoji anons? If so can I be 🦈 anon? If not I would like to request a gojo x reader (idk if u write for him but ya) where reader finds out he secretly cross dresses, please. Maybe. (Can u tell I'm extremely socially awkward?)

-(hopefully, maybe)🦈 anon

of course you can, love!

lord i have so many drafts, but here's a little drabble for youu,, and don't worry, i'm socially awkward too.

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pairing: crossdressing!gojo x top male reader

content: crossdressing, maybe ooc gojo, dominant-ish gojo, a bit of feminization, riding, unprotected sex, short writing

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"ah, fuck" gojo stared at himself in the mirror in your shared bedroom, looking himself up and down. "what am i even doing.." he thought aloud. what was he doing? he had bought this outfit on a whim. it was on sale, and he was intrigued, so he got it. now he's wearing it. a slim black dress. it was backless, which was good because with his build it felt like he was about to rip the thing apart. this was obviously not made for men,,

"this was a stupid idea.." he says as he begins to slip off the piece unaware that you had just arrived home and were about to walk through the door. "what's a stupid idea satoru?" you ask, entering the room. "oh. wow." seeing gojo in something like this was..different to say the least, but god was he attractive. the dress hugged him just right and the way his muscles tensed and flexed when he turned to look at you had you hot under the collar. "you don't like it,," he questioned, with a bit of a frown on his face "no, i do..i really do. just..wow. you look, gorgeous." you could feel yourself hardening in your pants just looking at him, and he did not fail to notice that. "really?"

"yeah? you like it?" fuck, the way he was bouncing on you,, "liked it so much you had me keep it on while i ride you hm?" he drove you wild. "yes..yes satoru i like it so much. you're such a pretty girl," gojo's face turns bright red, that was new.. and it didn't fail to make his cock twitch. "mhm- i'm your pretty girl,, that's right, ahn-!" you grab onto his hips, guiding him on your cock. the dress was high up on his waist now, his face contorted into some sort of grin, his eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out of his mouth, hair messy and sticking to his forehead from sweat. "gh- i think i'm gonna cum sato,," his grin grew ever wider as he looked down at you, speed never faltering. "oh? so soon?" you try to bring him along with you, thrusting upwards into him, slamming his hips onto your own. "ahn-! ah!" ropes of white spill onto your abdomen as his hips stutter. your own release follows shortly after, painting his insides with white. his body falls onto your own. "how about i buy you some lingerie hm?"

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man, i need to get the ideas flowing

requests: open

[artdcnaldson]

tw: a wee bit of dubcon

or step-daddy patrick coming in my room at night while i’m sleeping and jerking off next to me because i teased him all day by wearing a teeny tiny bikini while tanning in the pool (he only married my mommy to be rich) and me waking up when he gets close because he got a little loud and finishing the job with my sweet little mouth

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Aauuuughghhh yummy <3

Wearing only a tiny little tank top and panties too like :((( it’s like you’re asking for it (you are. You absolutely are.) !!! The covers thrown off of you because you’re a restless sleeper :(( your pretty little body on display for him.

He has a decade on you, at least, but that hasn’t seemed to deter you from teasing the fuck out of him. It’s your fault he’s so hard, that he’s leaking pre into his boxers and he can’t bear to fuck another woman to satiate that need.

So he sits at the foot of your bed, pulls his cock from his boxers and spits onto his palm. He watches your parted lips as you take soft, steady breaths in your sleep. Wraps his hand around his thick cock, strokes himself nice and slow.

He can see your nipples through the little tank top— hard and peeking through the fabric. The color of them, the tight little peak— he wants to suck them through the fabric, or maybe tug the tank top down altogether to feel them on his tongue. His pace increases, he groans softly and squeezes tighter, twists a bit at the base.

Your panties are polka dotted— red and white. There’s a little rose at the top, near the lacy band. Those he wants to tug down with his teeth. No, scratch that, he wants to lick your pussy through them. get the fabric sodden so it clings to the puffy swell of your lips like a second skin. So he can tongue at your clit and suck your taste through the fabric.

That thought drags a moan from him and you stir, blinking awake. You hum softly, squinting to adjust to the dark room and the large figure beside you.

The bed shakes on the old antique bedframe— your entire room is like a Victorian dollhouse. A girl like you doesn’t belong there. A girl who wakes up to her stepdad jerking his cock while he watches her sleep and doesn’t scream, but smiles.

“You could’ve asked,” you say sleepily. He doesn’t even have time to react before you’re in his lap, sucking on his tip and laving over his cock with sweet kitten licks. He can’t help but buck into the wet heat of your mouth, to make you take him deeper. You moan and accept the intrusion,” happily. Eyes shut as you suck on his cock like it’s a lollipop.

“That’s it, baby—“ he groans, fisting your hair in his grip. “Suck daddy’s cock.”

[emo-trash101]

hi again,, it's the anon from earlier :))

Could I req a male!reader taking care of drunk Stone?? Take your time + no pressure

Omg yes ofc! Thank u for requesting pookie 🫶 I'm assuming you meant a oneshot, but if you wanted something different, just let me know (same thing for it being romantic)!

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

Drunk! Stone x Male! Reader

Pronouns : second person pov, but implied male reader

Word count: 626 words

Tw: Alcohol, swearing, general ramshackleness

"You know, I think Stone actually hates me." You say, looking at your other two friends, Vinnie and Skipp. They both stare back at you with an odd and unreadable expression on their faces.

The silence sits there for a few minutes before Vinnie finally breaks it, "What? Nah man, Stone doesn't hate you." She says, almost laughing at such an accusation. "It's true, he almost never speaks to me and he treats me like shit." You say, trying to justify your words.

You and Vinnie both stare at each other, eyes locked until Skipp speaks up, "Actually, where is Stone?" He asks before looking around, almost like if Stone would magically appear behind him if he looked again. "I'm...not sure?" You say, now slightly confused. You hadn't even known he was gone, does that make you a bad friend?

"I think you should look for him" Vinnie says, pointing at you, the same smile that she has when she's comes up with a scam that will most definitely get everyone in trouble plastered on her face. "What? Why me?!" You ask, looking at her flabbergasted, like she just said that you had 6 arms. "Yeah, I agree (name), you should look for him" Skipp says, nodding in agreement.

And thats how you ended up here, wandering the roads of your hometown looking for a guy you think hates you. Why would they just toss me to the wolves like that? You think to yourself, feet clicking against the half paved roads.

If it wasn't such a bad situation, you probably would've taken your time to admire the architecture around you. It somehow makes all the unbearableness of the place around you seem less terrible. It almost makes it possible to ignore all the crying babies and screaming wives and... groaning from alleyways?

You stop in your tracks and turn on your heels, looking at the nearby alleyway. "...Hello?" You ask cautiously, stepping slowly into the alleyway. All you hear in response is a groan of your name, "(Name)...?" Is that...is that Stone? you think to yourself, walking towards the origin of the groaning.

After taking a couple steps, all you see is several bottles that you can only assume are empty, and Stone, curled in the fetal position on the ground. "Stone, are you okay?" You ask, walking towards him and kneeling in front of him. He manages to sit up somewhat, leaning against the ugly brick wall behind him, "I'm...*hic* fine..." He says, looking obviously not fine.

You sigh, looking down at your side to see your trust canteen. You unhook it from your side and offer it to him, "No, you're drunk, drink this". You narrow your eyes at him, waiting for him to grab the canteen full of water from your hands. He glares up at you. After looking at you for barely even a second his eyes seem to soften slightly and he grabs the canteen, taking a swig and then attempting to hand it back to you (he ended up spilling half of it on the ground).

You look back at him after hooking the canteen to your side again, he looks pretty pathetic right now, you think, chuckling softly to yourself. Instead of saying anything to him you sit next to him. Looking over you hear him mumbling something, but with how quiet he was paired with the slurring of his words, all you could really make out was "like" and "sorry".

He looks back at you, his eyes looking kinda out of it and misty. Before you can say anything to really break the silence between you two, he lays his head on your shoulder, something that you would've never expected to happen while he was sober. When he does this, you can finally hear what he was trying to say, "I...like y-*hic* you."

After he says that he resumes just laying on your shoulder and you decide that you can let him rest it off here for a bit until he sobers up. As he slowly drifts off, all you can think is that maybe Vinnie was right. Who really knows right now, but you can always ask him when he's sober.

Omg I have no clue how I just wrote all that in one sitting, but I did. I honestly think I blacked out lmao. But I hope you enjoyed it Anon! Have a great day and drink plenty of water.

[anxiou13sami]

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ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ⁻😭 ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰʸ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛ��� ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴶᵉᶠᶠ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴴᵉˡᵉⁿ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗˢ, ᴵ ⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ⁽ᵉˣᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵖᵃʳᵗ⁾, ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵃᶻʸ ᵗᵒ ᵈʳᵃʷ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ˢᵗʸˡᵉ ˢᵒ ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵏᵉᵗᶜʰᵉˢ...

ᵀᵒᵇⁱᵃˢ😻 ⁽ᵀⁱᶜᶜⁱ ᵀᵒᵇʸ⁾

ᴰᵒ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿ ⁱᵗ? ᵀᵒᵇíᵃˢ ⁱˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⁻👩‍🚒💖, ʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ, ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴵ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ⁻🤡💔, ᴵ ᵈʳᵉʷ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰˢ ᵃᵍᵒ, ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ, ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃᵗ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵏᵉᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ...

ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵈʳᵃʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ, ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ᶜʳᵘˢʰᵉˢ, ⁽ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵃʳᵉ 🤭⁾

[vmp3ater]

HSHRHFTHH been thinking abt this all day... like. firefly rifht??? imagine hating her, like REALLY but instead it's jus you being jealous cus she's interacting with someone that ISN'T you. so ur jealous 2 rhe point where you fuck her silly☹️☹️AGHH i need her so bad ,🦈🦈

(can i be 🦈 anon prtty plz)

subbot firefly x domtop gn reader

you may seem close with firefly to others but deep down you can’t help but feel jealous whenever she interacts with other people, especially the other stellaron hunters as sam. it’ll lead you to getting needy for her, being very direct with what you want. but firefly doesn’t refuse, she trusts you so much

you’re fucking her from behind, watching her weakly grip the sheets while babbling on about how good it feels. you’re just so jealous that she’s talking to other people that isn’t you, but you can’t help but worry if you’re hurting her while you fuck her, so you try to fuck her in just the way she likes while you let go of your jealousy

[hurlingdown]

Not gonna’ lie, just thinking about Killer getting railed while wearing a bandana on eyes so he can take off his mask and kiss hard with teeth clanking again teeth, while moaning into mouth is delicious…

How an almost 2 meter tall man who’s built like a tank is whimpering and begging to be filled underneath another, shorter man. Ough… my mind is crazy.

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hot damn... imagine yanking killer up by his hair during sex to kiss him sloppy, just to shove his face roughly back down into the mattress once you're done taking your fill. you'd continue to pound into his tight hole from behind, hearing him whimper sweetly into the mattress, fucked so dumb all he can manage is broken consonants of your name. once he's getting close, he'd claw at the sheets, turning his head, lips parting and wanting to kiss again, so you'd lean down and oblige, more teeth than tongue, rough and messy just the way he likes it—swallowing his sweet moans as he shudders beneath you, spilling messily onto the sheets.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

hiii i just read "your melon bread" fic of denji and IT'S SO GOOD (i smashed the follow button immediately lol)

and i saw your asks are open so can i request a part 2 of it where the next day when denji, aki and power are patrolling the town and they walked pass a bakery and denji remembered what happened yesterday and forced aki to get inside and buy him melon bread but was greeted by the reader who's family owns the bakery (this is my first time requesting so sorry if it gets confusing and feel free to ignore this if u dont want to or if it makes u uncomfortable :3)

and can i be the 🦈 anon thankksss hope u have a good morning/evening/night ^_^

Denji Hayakawa - "Half Your Melon Bread" 2

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Hey 🦈Shark anon! Sorry for the absurdly long delay, but I've finally completed your ask. At first, I was just going to ignore it since “Half Your Melon Bread” was supposed to be a one-off thing, but the more I thought about it, the more I came to like it! —Benny🐰 Part 1

                                                                                                   

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Aki was… perplexed to say the least. The fiend(?) that he had been tasked to watch over hadn't so much as muttered Makima's name since yesterday; it was kind of unsettling. All the blonde idiot seemed to do was stare off into the distance and mutter something about bread.

While the topknot-styled man was a bit relieved that he wasn't being bothered by both of the idiots under his watch; he did grow a bit concerned. It seemed as though Power had as well, judging by the hard stare that she was drilling into the side of the Chainsaw Devil hybrid's head. The strawberry blonde hadn't uttered a word since they left the house; only staring at him in silence with a deep frown on her face.

Denji himself was deep in thought. That stranger… he never got their name; they left before he could ask. He did remember their face though, so he'll definitely thank them when he sees them again and maybe they'd let him touch their chest—

Bonk!

The dirty blonde walked right into a light pole while he was distracted by his thoughts. The boy groaned as he clutched his head in a futile attempt to soothe the pain and the ringing in his ears. As he looked at what he'd run into, he saw a soft yellow light in the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw that he, Aki, and Power were standing in front of a bakery.

A bakery… Baking… Bread is baked… Oh! Melon bread! He could get some of that here!

Quickly, Denji walks into the building, ignoring the annoyed protests of the senior devil hunter and cheers for food from the blood fiend. The smell of buttery freshly baked dough immediately permeated his nostrils as he walked through the door. It was a comforting but hunger-inducing smell that had likely not only him, but everyone else in the building heavily salivating.

“Welcome to Chubby Bunny Bakery; I can help you right over here, Sir.”  

A voice from behind the dirty blonde draws his attention from observing the bakery's interior and to the order station.

The devil man's eyes widen as he sees the figure standing behind the display case. It was the stranger from yesterday in the park! They were holding onto a sheet pan of cookies; sliding the display case glass backing to the side and putting the pan of cookies inside.

“It's you!”  

Denji exclaims as he, rather rudely, points at them; finger only inches from their face due to how close he already was.

The stranger stares at him for a bit before they chuckles and gently grab his wrist to pull his hand down. They grab a small menu card from a stack of them that sits next to the register and place it in front of him with a small smile.

“Yes, it's me, bread boy. Did you have anything in mind already? If not, you can look at our menu here to help you decide.”  

The stranger tells him, tapping the menu card between them twice.

“Oh! Uh– melon bread. Pl—”  

The devil man was interrupted by a firm grip on his shoulder flipping him around to face an incredibly annoyed aki. 

“And what money are you going to use to pay for it? Not mine.”  

The raven-haired man asked rhetorically as he glared at the younger boy.

While Aki was talking the stranger came back to the front with a beige wax paper bag in their hand and held it out to the dirty blonde. Denji gingerly took it in his hand, ignoring his superior's irate rantings, and pulled out the glazed treat. He took a hesitant bite and his cheeks flushed a soft pink as the sweet melon flavor washed over his tongue; ignoring the aching in a few of his poorly managed teeth.

The stranger smiled at him before turning to the top-knot-baring man with their hand out expectantly. Aki sighed as he realized that he would be paying for Denji's food after all. Shoving his hand into his back pocket; he takes out his wallet and reluctantly forks over the needed amount, though not before he throws a nasty glare the younger boy's way.

“So, uh, I never got your name. Or gave you mine, really. I'm Denji.”  

The dirty blonde shyly muttered between nibbles of his sweet treat.

The stranger chuckles at his timid demeanor, figuring that he was just feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that he had no money. They rest their chin in the palm of their hand as they look him up and down; thinking about how he kind of reminds them of a dog.

“Well, nice to meet you, Denji. I'm [Name].”  

They introduce themself lazily; taking his hand in theirs and giving it a firm shake.

Suddenly though, the baked treat was snatched from the dirty blonde's hand by a wild Power as she dashed to the door.

“Sharing is caring, henchman!”  

The blood fiend shouts as she is chased out of the door by both males.

[Name] stares at the door for a few seconds before letting out an amused chuckle. What a strange bunch, they thought with a smile.

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[thegnomelord]

Nom

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(I feel like Hound would sometimes zone out. Makarov would obviously want him ready whenever and for whatever he needs from hound. So as a result hound has conditioned himself to just zone out, he's there and aware of his surroundings but is so used to just waiting for an order. He can, and will sit there for hours.

Since Hound is with 141, he'd not be doing anything, still 'recovering' from his abduction. No task to fulfil, no orders from his superiors. He's free to do what he pleases, as long as it's within confines of the base. However, being so used to never putting his wants first, he unsure of what to do.

So price, being his saving grace, teaches him to enjoy things. TV Shows and Movies, something like bluey, which could do him well. Small things that could give him a bit of object permanence, like a plush toy or Lego set he can build himself, something with instructions but encourages creativity.

With the insurance that its his, that it will never be taken from him. That he's free to be a person and do as he pleases. What do you think?)

Yoooooo sharko and @agoofyannoyancetolaw I must be your brother from another mother because you two are reading my brain right now with your ideas lol.

But this is so true, Hound probably got sniper-esque like training to pay attention so our boy could 100% sit in one position a solid 24 hours just zoned out and waiting for orders.

And I do think Price would try that or maybe try doing the things they used to do before the kidnapping and mind break but it would go poorly. Price is public enemy nr.1 in Hound's eyes and Its hard to imagine Hound wanting to be near Price without trying to rip his throat out.

But like I had an idea where it basically falls on Soap and Gaz to watch Hound when he's given his daily time out and about.

And like you're sitting on the couch between the two Sargents, the muzzle irritating your skin from how tightly it's on (you bit someone again((ooh, also maybe Price having an argument with Kate where its like "how many times does Hound have to hurt people for you to understand you can't help him? The most merciful thing you can do is put the mad dog down."))

And like Soap decides he hates the quiet and puts some reality TV show on, or some Indian drama. And you're zoning out as you watch it, primarily listening to Gaz and Soap — Makarov conditioned you to always listen, so he can focus on important deals and conversations knowing you're listening to everything around him.

And the two Sargents start bickering over why Delilah can't marry Carlos because he's so in love with her and for some reason you speak up—

"she's fucking her brother."

And Soap tries to dismiss it and give his own conveluted theory but yours turns out to be true a scene later. Gaz cracks up laughing, soap falls off the couch, and your heart— your stupid, traitorous, idiotic, heart— births a small bubble of pure, innocent, giddy that bursts through your lips in a small, malformed laugh.

[merakiui]

Need to feed the brainworms so,,,

Omega Jade with an omega darling,,, you always feel so safe around him, because as a fellow omega, he knows how awful heats are, and how vulnerable you are during them, right??? You can trust him to keep you safe :))

Ever since you found out he was an omega like you (definitely completely on accident, Jade had conveniently forgotten to take his suppressants and you happened to walk by when he wasn't feeling great), you've been relying on him to help you during your heats, and offer to help him during his.

Of course, it's all platonic! Like that one time he offered to clean up your clothing while you were stuck in bed, too sick to get up and sticky with sweat and other fluids. Or when you bring him some snacks and water to his room, changing sheets and wiping off his face.

Yes, it's only platonic. No pining, no sexual tension or romantic feelings involved. Just two omegas helping each other out during a vulnerable time! Even when Jade's usually soothing scent gets you leaking. Even when his touches get more and more intimate. Even when during your next heat, and the one after that, you find yourself waking up next to him, your mind replaying last night's events.

Maybe he looks a little too satisfied about this turn of events, but then again... Knowing Jade, he'd most likely planned for this to happen.

(except the suppressants part. this lil freak definitely forgets them on purpose just for the thrill of it all)

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AAAAA 🦈 anon!!!!! Omega Jade........ I missed thinking about him,,, ohhhh, he is just so sneaky!!! ( ｡ •` ⤙´• ｡) you'll have the most desperate, feverish heat sex with him, only to come out of it with the mindset that you're still "just friends." As if his fingers weren't curling inside you, as if he wasn't making you come undone with his tongue, as if he wasn't nipping at your neck, teasing your scent glands!!!!

Imagine if the both of you manage to have your heats at the same time,,, the both of you spend enough time around each other that they just sync up, as if even your own body's biology is telling you to stay with him and let him look after you and vice-versa! And how can you ignore such an obvious sign?

Aaaa and imagine Jade driving off all of the others who might be interested in you, especially alphas!! That way, if or when you do think it wise to find comfort in an alpha's arms, there will be none willing to extend their help, lest it earns them a broken wrist (and more) from a very unhappy Jade. :) besides, what do you need others for when you have him? He knows your body just as well as you know his! The two of you are made for each other.

Even if you try to explore a sea of plentiful fish, he can just reel you back in with that enticing scent of his when he oh-so-conveniently forgets to take his suppressants and wear his scent blockers. <3

[wandasreallover]

Threads of Resilience

Wandanat x reader

Warnings: i dont believe there is any?

The world was a tempest of chaos and uncertainty, a battlefield that stretched far beyond the physical realm. For many, every day was a struggle against the shadows of the unknown. But for you, there was a flicker of warmth amidst the coldness—the two women who had fought alongside you through countless trials: Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

You didn’t know when you had fallen for them, or even how it had happened. Perhaps it was the way Wanda shifted the winds with her mind, weaving reality into existence with a mere thought. Or maybe it was Natasha’s fierce loyalty, her unwavering resolve that drew you in, like a moth to the flame. Whatever the reason, love had nestled itself in your heart, its roots digging deep, intertwined with comfort and solace.

Yet, today felt different. The weight of the world pressed down upon you like an unrelenting force as you sat on the edge of the couch in your shared living quarters at the Avengers compound. You could hear the faint hum of power sources and the flurry of activity beyond the walls. Outside, the world was still trying to recover from the battle that had left scars on both earth and soul, but within you, a deeper battle raged.

"Hey, you okay?" Natasha's voice broke through the fog of your thoughts, her eyes searching yours with a fierce concern that made your heart skip. Dressed in her usual black attire, with her hair cascading in soft waves, she looked every bit the formidable warrior, yet here she was, softening into a supportive presence.

You forced a smile but the weight behind it faltered. "Just tired," you murmured, hoping it would end there.

Natasha’s hand reached out, gently squeezing yours. “Tired of fighting. Tired of all of it,” she said, her voice a soothing balm that soothed the cracks in your heart. “You don’t always have to be strong, you know? We’re all fighting our battles.”

Before you could respond, a burst of energy flared up, and Wanda appeared, her crimson attire blending seamlessly with the energy around her, wild strands of magic weaving through the air. “I could feel you, my love.” She approached with a mixture of concern and determination. “What’s bothering you?”

Her presence was like a candle flickering in the dark, illuminating the shadows you had been trying to hide from your soulmates. But you weren’t ready to bare your burdens yet. You shook your head softly. “It’s nothing, really. Just… thinking.”

“Thinking too much,” Natasha interjected, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Come here.”

You let them pull you into their embrace, the warmth of their bodies wrapping around you like a shield. Wanda’s soft voice hummed a comforting tune while Natasha rested her chin atop your head, her grip grounding you.

In that moment, the barriers began to dissolve. “I just feel… lost,” you finally confessed, words tumbling out like marbles that scattered through the air. “After everything, I don’t know where I belong anymore.”

Wanda’s fingers paused in their gentle weaving of magic as she listened intently. “You belong with us, here. But you need to feel that, feel it in your soul,” she said, her tone sincere.

Natasha gently tilted your chin up, her green gaze piercing into yours. “You’re not alone. You never have been and never will be as long as we’re together. We’ll face this together, no matter what.”

“But what if I can’t find my way? What if I’m just a burden?” Your voice faltered as tears threatened to spill, the weight of your insecurities crashing over you.

“Listen,” Wanda said, a glimmer of determination sparking in her expression. She moved closer, creating a small bubble of intimacy. “Every battle we have fought has its own scars, but they don’t define us. They remind us of what we’ve overcome. You are stronger than you know.”

Natasha nodded, brushing a few stray hairs from your face. “And burdens? We all carry them. But we also help each other carry those burdens. You’re never a burden to us.” Her voice turned softer, more intimate. “You are our light, our joy. You breathe life into this place.”

That was the moment when it clicked in your heart—their love was a force of nature, unyielding and bright. You grasped tightly to Wanda’s sleeve and Natasha’s hand, feeling the solidarity of their presence. Their faith in you fortified your spirit, helping the brittle edges of your heart mend.

“No more hiding,” you declared, feeling a surge of strength in your voice. “I want to let go of this doubt. I want to start fresh. But I’ll need you both.”

Natasha’s smile radiated warmth. “We’re with you, always,” she vowed, pulling you tighter into their embrace as Wanda hummed a melody that spoke of peace and healing.

“Let’s have a night to ourselves,” Wanda suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “No missions, no threats—just us. We can bake, watch movies, anything you like.”

You laughed softly at the sudden shift in mood, the idea of retreating into your own little bubble of comfort both enticing and empowering. “That sounds perfect.”

As the night unfolded, laughter echoed through the compound. There were flour fights in the kitchen, playful jabs regarding baking skills, and a cacophony of terrible singing during movie time. In moments of chaos and joy, your heart felt lighter, free from the burdens that had weighed it down.

Later, as the three of you nestled together on the couch, the tender warmth of their presence enveloping you, you realized that your world, once blurred by uncertainty, was now filled with colors you never knew existed. The shadows may remain, but with Wanda and Natasha by your side, you were ready to face them head-on.

As you drifted off to sleep, lulled by the soft sounds of their breathing intertwined with the joy of companionship, you embraced the truth—that in love and comfort, you had found your way home.