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Tense and Release
hihi! Back again with some goods - this time, Legend gets some attention! Nothing really out there, just some stress relief ;) Hope everyone enjoys!
Content: gender neutral reader, Legend focus, blowjobs, facefucking. Wordcount: 1048
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âLetâs sort this out.â You stand in front of Legend, hands on hips. He does not look back at you, eyes glaring at the ground.
The recent spell of long uneventful days of travel with not a whiff of the enemy has set everyone on edge. Itâs static in the air, grating clinks of armour and shuddering against spring breezes â everyone is feeling the tension. Which means, any little thing is setting off the most irritable team member.
You sigh, knowing this will not end unless something changes. Something will give, and youâd rather it not be someone's head from their shoulders after a joke lands poorly or an itch in his throat becomes bothersome. So here you stand, trying to get Legend to give you a solution here.
Feeling the eyes of pretty much everyone but Legend on you, you bite your lip and silently hold your hand out in his direction. An ask, an understanding. Letâs get outta here.
He takes your hand, and you walk into the forest in silence.
âOkay, what do you need?â Direct questions usually get through to him the most, you've found. No need to mince words â he appreciates your directness, and you his honesty. Which is why it's simultaneous that you feel the warmth of trust and frustration of lack of solution when he sighs and mutters,
âI donât knowâŠâ
You bite your nails, contemplating. It's tension, so it needs to be released somehowâŠ
âWell, you could take a nap. Or we could spar, or I could suck your dick, or we can go find a river to take a wash inââ
âWhat was that?â Now Legend looks at you, mouth agape and a pretty pink raising to his cheeks â it matches his hair, cute.
âYou heard me. Would it help?â Really, it seems rather practical to you. Makes complete sense. It's not like youâve had many opportunities yourself, travelling with nine people. That sort of feeling can build up â no doubt heâs feeling it too.
He still stares at you, incredulous, as you continue biting your nails absently.
âWell? Iâm offering.â You prompt, starting to feel a bit awkward under his stare. Then heâs looking away again, coughing into his fist.
â...Sure. That might help.â
You grin, leaning forward to press a quick peck to his nose, before dropping to your knees right in front of him. Looking back up with faux innocent eyes, you take notice of the pink spreading across his whole face now, ears pointing up. A fond grin pulls against your lips as you curl a hand up to his thigh.
âLetâs get you relaxed.â
Legend scrambles to pull his underwear down, pushing his tunic up out of the way until you both have a clear view of his cock. Itâs still soft, but he makes quick work of it with his hand, you watching all the while with a giddy anticipation. You canât say you haven't thought about it. This is for Legend, mostly, but it's undeniable the attraction was already present and eager. Heâs handsome, clever, quick witted and capable, and as his cock hardens in his hand and he leads it to press against your lips, irresistible.
You welcome the head easily, tongue darting out to tentatively lick at his slit. He moans immediately, one hand shifting to cover his mouth as the other slips into your hair. Now the real fun begins. You start bobbing your head, taking more and more of him until you feel it nudge the back of your throat, then pull all the way to the tip again. You do this a few more times â glancing up to see how wrecked Legend looks already â before shifting your attention to the head again.
âFuuuck, baby, just like thatâŠâ Legend moans against his hand. You moan in turn against him, and the hand in your hair tightens noticeably. âYou were right, this is exactly what I needed.â
Legendâs cock twitches in your mouth when you take it to your throat again, this time taking extra care to run your tongue along it purposefully the entire withdraw. The smell of sex fills your nostrils, hot and cloying, and when you start bobbing your head once more you can feel Legend tense up under you. His hand shifts to the back of your head, pushing you further against him until your nose is buried in his pubic hair and your throat is full of his cock. Youâre held in place for a moment. Exhilaration zips through your mind as you take increasingly desperate draws of air through your nose. You feel your throat constrict, and his whine is divine. When he releases you, you pull back off him entirely, panting.
âThat was hot.â You gasp out. You look back up, wiping your mouth of drying saliva, and heâs just as out of breath.
âCan Iâ Can I cum down your throat?â His eyes are wild as he looks down at you, hand yet to leave your hair, and it messes it up even further as you frantically nod your head.
You moan as his cock meets your lips once more, no longer concerned with any presentation, just the feeling of being filled up. Your pace is quick as you take him to the base again, steadying yourself with a hand against Legendâs hip. His little gasps and groans are like music to your ears. When he starts moving your head for you, you let him happily.
The pace gets increasingly frantic as Legend reaches his peak, and you focus less on doing things with your tongue and more just breathing through it as he fucks your throat. His little punched moans are no longer muffled by his hand, and you delight at hearing them.
And when he finally cums, your face pressed to his body once more, you swallow every last drop he gives you.
Legend sinks down to sit in front of you after he pulls out. You take a moment together to gather yourselves â panting for air, from lack of it and from the exertion of release â before heâs reaching out to hold your hand again.
âThanks, that wasâ wowâ that felt good.â
âReleased some tension?â You ask, giving his hand a little squeeze. He nods his head.
âDefinitely.â
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stay sigma!
DID YOU JUST SEND ME EVERY SINGLE EMOJI IN ORDER IM FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD
i DID post mandarin wars anons fic!! well⊠the first chapter at least ð I REALLY HOPE THEYâRE ABLE TO SEE IT
and iâll get to yours at some point donât worry man, it just may not be a while i have school starting up soon (boooo)
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Okay tyty for 1k followers hehe I wanted to do a celebration but usually thatâs for fanfic writers/artists and since iâm neither i wasnât sure what do to celebrate but I think iâve got a pretty good idea !!
Iâm calling it my 1k woohoo bc iâm extra
Sooooo
Instead of sending in fic/art requests like ppl usually do, I wanted it to align with my account so here is what i propose.
1. You send me a random ask. It can be an opinion on something, a quote of your own, a random fact about you, a story about you. ANYTHING. It can be serious, funny, dumb, long, short, cute, smutty, angsty, unhinged ⊠whatever u want it to be!!
2. Once youâve sent it, i will tell you which character your specific post/opinion/quote matches up with just as i do in my meme series
3. Send an emoji for the fandoms you are a part of out of the four I post for
Death note ð
Bungou Stray Dogs ð¶
Jujutsu Kaisen ð§
Attack On Titan âïž
4. Iâll only add one character from one fandom, mentioning more than one just opens more options for me to choose
5. Youâre welcome to send as many as you want! anon is on if you prefer to send that way
I hope this made sense and that iâm not just talking nonsense to everyone that follows me LMAO
ANYWAYS SEND IN UR ASKS ILL MAKE THE CUT OFF DECEMBER 10TH ð¶ðâïžð§
#celebration#1k#aot#snk#dn#jjk#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#jujustu kaisen#attack on titan#shingeki no kyoujin#death note#anime#chuuyasballz 1k
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The same anon here hiii pookieð
Is there any chance that you read marauders fics like crimson rivers, atyd or tcoptp??ð My lazy ass finaly bout to read these looooong fuckers and I wanna know if u do recommend at least one of themð€
Also can I be ur anon emojið§? (lookin for this emoji took like me 5 minutes seriouslyð€š)
hi baby love!!!!
I've read crimson rivers and atyd, and between these two, crimson rivers is DEFINITELY my favorite!!! jegulus is my religion ðâð»
LMAOO of course you can!!! let's talk more about hp and marauders, I'm always open to it ð©·
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I rarely actively follow and wait for updates with fanfics but you genuinely have me checking Tumblr every few days or so for new chapters. Your fics have me in a chokehold, like you're cookin up something special here buddyð³ð I think you capture the characters personalities very well. We get limited info and content on the characters but I think you have a very reasonable take on them. I've seen some absolutely stinky spins on them but yours all feel very human and authentic to the source material. Take your time with updates, you come first above all and rushing these things just ruins them. Excited to see what happens in future updates xð§
thank you so much anon ð that means so much to me :,))
truly your support makes writing all the more enjoyable... ð and im so happy that you like my take on the characters! i like to try and stay realistic-ish according the context of the plot :)
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am v fatigued rn so sorry if this is incomprehensible but im wizard anon from your other blog and i wanna say i appreciate you ð i dont write stuff that other people would be interested in consistently enough for me to ever keep up with my own writing sideblog (tho i do have one) so being able to pop in and submit stuff whenever i do manage to make something others might like has been great. worse at interacting with this blog bec i didnt know it existed for a while and am very tired and often forget to reach out when i think about it... but i do like your stuff ð€² interacting with others on social media is just hard for me for some reason???? not used to reaching out and talking to others online i forget i can do that.
maybe if i get free time from my other writing stuff ill work up the courage to write some whump or something and submit it here, i know my fave things to write are niche or will get repetitive but if other people genuinely like/want lu x reader stuff centred around queerness, disability and hurt/comfort then i might get the itch for it.
apologies if this doesn't make sense. feel free to dm me (i think you know my actual blog) if you ever wanna discuss ideas/brainstorm/chat/etc. ill try to post little thoughts here more often if i get them, and engage more. i get why its discouraging i feel the same with my own stuff but i know im not abled enough to be as consistent as i want to, both in making and replying, so i usually try to put it out my mind. a thing me and my friend does is when we read each other's fics we go back and screenshot/copy paste specific sections we liked especially and add commentary or just point it out as a Good Bit, ill try to do that with more fics here and on tumblr in general i think, and i encourage others to do the same, as someone who puts Themes and Motifs into all their fics. i want people to notice them or let me talk about them lol
anyway. youre cool. remember that ðªâš
- wizard anon
ð§ anon! Hemlooo! So glad to see you here too! It's completely valid for ya. Social media is a bit harder to interact cause well, you don't see the person's face and you're talking to a complete faceless stranger. It's definitely a bit more daunting and also gathering the will to think of words without scaring/nerving the person off. Either way, sometimes you just gotta be brave and take the leap.
The thoughts?
I will be waiting for your tasty treats as always eue
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Desperate
hello hello! It is I, wizard anon, back from the depths! Apologies for my absence, autumn kicked my ass and currently winter is also kicking my ass, but I finally got the urge to continue writing some good good smut hehe - starting off with the long promised trans Time fic <3 No clue if this new fic is a one off or if I'm finally back in my groove, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!
I also have some older stuff I never submitted (because it's all afab reader x warriors and I didn't want to submit not gn stuff and for only one character over and over again fjdjsh) so I shall probably also finally send them in.
With that out of the way, on with the show!
- wizard anon
Content: amab reader(gn pronouns), transmasc Time, dirty talk, breeding kink(no ment of pregnancy), one line of cum eating, creampie. Word count: 1345
You have him pinned to the wall. You're shorter than him, but Time has never once doubted your strength - it turns him on how easily you can push him around. The others see him as the strongest, Biggoron Sword in hand and plate heavy upon his back, but he knows the truth: you're the one in charge, here.
Theyâve all finally found a suitable place to bed down for the night - Lon Lon Ranch, Talon out in town and Malon far too fond of his gaggle of trouble makers to ever let them stay out and camp in her view. And she apparently saw the same thing in your eyes that has been boring against the back of his head for the past three days, because she got everyone else distracted with outdoor work and told the two of you to go set up the spare rooms on your own. Giving you some much needed privacy to finally do⊠this.
âI wanna fuck you so bad,â you pepper kisses and nibbles against his neck, âI need you, baby, I need to fill you up. Stuff you full, fuckâŠâ
He doesn't know whatâs gotten into you. Youâre insatiable, absolutely ravenous. He had to shoot you down last night with a proposal of sneaking off from watch to fuck in the woods, and the way your face fell into moping as he explained it was incredibly unwise to do so almost had him going back on rationality. And from then to now, it seems your urges have only built up even more.
You slide your hand into his trousers and immediately begin rubbing his clit. His head falls against the wall, choked groan on his lips.
âYou're so gorgeous, let me fill you up? Weâre alone and there's a bed. Thereâs no better time than now, handsome.â
In all honesty, he doesnât care to wait much longer either. As much as he loves them, since getting into a relationship with you he has become rather sour at times at the other Linksâ near constant presence. Whenever it seems he finally gets a moment alone with you, someone will turn up. Some privacy to indulge in human needs more often would be nice. Perhaps thatâs why youâre so worked up - you finally reached your breaking point. He might have, too.
âYes, please, letâs do it.â
You pull your fingers out from his trousers, and he can't help but buck his hips at the sudden lack of stimulation. Then you're dragging him over to the bed by the tunic, and he follows like a lost puppy. You really are very strong - heâs pushed down onto the bed easily, boots and trousers almost ripped off by your hand. You donât bother with taking his tunic off, simply pushing it up until itâs bunched up at his neck, chest exposed. Your hungry look as your eyes roam across his breasts and stomach is maddening.
âI wanna breed you so badâŠâ
Oh, what that does to his brain. He spreads his legs for you immediately, giving you full access to begin opening him up with your fingers - which you get to swiftly, two fingers all the way in and curling just the way he likes.
âYou're so wet, you want me so bad, want me to fuck you good, milking my fingers already.â Time moans, your words frying his brain in tandem with how you pump your fingers - three now, pressing against his walls and making embarrassingly hot noises. Heâs so worked up already, desperate, and everything that comes tumbling out of your mouth only makes it worse.
A tantalising idea pops into his head.
âCan I ride you?â
The fingers inside him still, before carefully pulling out. You bring your fingers to your lips and clean them up, and Timeâs mouth drops open.
âOf course you can.â
He shuffles about on the bed, perching on the corner as you flop down to replace him and hastily pull off your own boots and trousers. He takes the moment to pull his tunic over his head so it's no longer sitting awkwardly around his shoulders and breasts. Now completely bare, he watches you watch him as you pull your cock out of the confines of your underwear, pumping yourself slowly and spreading your precum as a makeshift lubricant. Despite himself, he flusters at your undivided attention while putting on such an erotic display, ears red and pinning up. You catch his eye and smirk.
âWell, come here, handsome. Grab the lube first though.â
Time dives over for their bags, fishing out the jar of lubricant quickly and returning to the bed. You fetch it out of his hand and prepare yourself just as quickly, then he's climbing onto your lap and lining himself up. Your hands rest against his hips, firm and sure.
Time gasps as he begins to sink down on your cock. His chest heaves, pressure and pleasure and heat mixing into an almost addictive cocktail in his head, dizzy and cloying. The way you gaze up at him certainly doesnât help.
Your hands squeeze his hips, urging him down further, and soon enough heâs taking you in all the way.
He pants. His thighs squeeze against your hips as he adjusts to the feeling of being so full. Every nerve in his body is on fire with pleasure - your hands against him, your cock inside him. He was desperate for this, needed this, for so long. Just as long as you did. And now he has it, it feels addicting.
When you buck your hips into him he moans. He knows you're both supposed to be quiet, but he can't help it. He rises on his knees until just the tip is inside him still, then sinks down onto you again slowly. Repeats this, a few times, until you get impatient and are fucking up into him again. Time picks up the pace after that, bouncing on your cock and letting all manner of noises spill out of his mouth.
You squeeze his hips, shifting your own in tandem with how he rides you. âGorgeous, beautiful, handsome, Iâm gonna fill you up good, breed you, stuff you with my cum until you're full. You want that, right?â
Time nods his head, almost delirious, chasing his pleasure feverishly. Heâs close - taken to the edge so quickly, a mix of how long it's been since the last time you've both done this, and how your endless stream of compliments and dirty talk send his head spinning. He chases his orgasm desperately.
âBaby, Iâm closeâŠâ You pull Timeâs hips flush with yours, grinding up into him. He whines, hole full and body tense, on the edge of his orgasm but not quite pushed over the precipice - just a little more, please, that's all he needsâŠ
One of your hands snakes down to play with his clit again, and heâs shuddering around you as his orgasm rips through his body. Thatâs all it takes for you to reach your end, too - filling him up with your cum, his hole milking your cock as he shakes through the aftershocks of his pleasure.
Time flops down on top of you, burying his face into your shoulder and breathing out a long, exhausted exhale.
âIt was too long since we last did thisâŠâ He mutters. Your arms circle his back comfortingly.
âI think I nearly went insane,â you chuckle, âThank god it didn't go any longer, or I would've actually had to drag you out into the woods and fuck you up against a tree.â
Time pushes himself against you even more, this time out of embarrassment. âLet's not plan on doing anything where we can get caught, please - no matter how desperate we get, we cannot traumatise the boys.â
âIf they didnât hear you just now,â you respond, entirely too much cheek in your voice. âThere mightâve been a few knocks on the door, but I was too busy with you milking me dry to get up and check.â
Time groans. Absolutely no privacy at allâŠ
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ð§ ANON, BACK AT IT AGAIN!
also hi, lovely, it been a while 𥺠i hope you're doing okay!
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Save a horse, Ride a dragon
Wrote this a week ago and totally forgot to submit it! I'm working on both the chronic fatigue and dragon warriors fics, but they're long af so in the meantime take some fun with Time and his dragon assets ;)
Content: gender neutral reader, dragon shifter Time, riding. Word count: 556
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You sit in Timeâs lap nervously. This was your idea, you know, but it's still an intimidating one. You've spent the past half an hour preparing together, taking all the time you could possibly need, Time reassuring you every step of the way. But now the moment has finally arrived, you're terrified to disappoint.
Heâs languidly propped up against the wall, clawed hands on your bare thighs, wings curled around you both, just waiting. You stare down at the largest cock youâve ever seen, ribbed and lubed in both your spit, actual lube, and his precum, and wonder how exactly happened in your life to lead you to this moment.
âRelaxâŠI got you.â Time rumbles above you, half dragon form towering above even with him sat firmly on the floor. On top of him like this, your head is only at his chest (a feature, not a bug, in your opinion), and it furthers the feeling of intimidation. You're so small and heâs so big.
Nevertheless, with his words of encouragement, you take one deep breath, and rise to your knees.
Pushing his cock against your entrance has you feeling a giddy anticipation, which quickly mounts into pure joy and pleasure when it breaches you. It stings slightly, hole clenching at the intrusion, but you were ready for it, and breathe deeply until the feeling settles. Timeâs hands tighten ever so slightly against your thighs. You stay stock still for a few moments, one half teasing and one half simply breathing, before placing a hand on his chest for balance and letting the real fun begin.
Every fraction more you take, every centimetre, every inch, every bump and ridge, sends you spiralling further and further into ecstasy. You quickly lose control of your mouth, moans and gasps and delirious giggles escaping you unbidden. Time joins you with his own hitches of breath and groans as you take more of him, feeling just how tight you are around his cock. You feel completely full in a way youâve never experienced before - pleasure settling throughout your whole body like a fever.
After multiple minutes of twitching and slowly inching down, you feel yourself hit your true limit, Timeâ large dragon cock filling you truly to the brim. You look down, and realise youâve only taken about half of him. The sight of it splitting you open messes with your head in a delicious way, and if the way Time uses his hands to spread you further and take his own look at your hole, he seems to be experiencing the same.
âLinkâŠâ You moan, and he moans your name in turn, breathless. âYou can move me if you want, now.â This was also part of your idea - or rather, the inevitable result of your initial idea - that youâd let him move your body with all his dragon strength when you've taken all you can. Your brain so fried from the pleasure, legs twitching and body aching, aching for more, that you can't move an inch.
Time repositions his hands to hold your body better, and begins to move you up and down on his cock. The rest of your brain melts away into the feeling of him inside you. You fall into his chest, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. Taking the largest cock youâll ever have.
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ð§ ANON!!!!!! HEJNUOINAOSEUQW
ð§ anon is back to strike once more and lay us down in our beds, tucking us in nicely cause damn, it was a hearty meal ð¥Žð¥µ
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