#GOOD SLAP HOORAY

[brutal-nemesis]

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Spiderwebs #27: Proof

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content: immortal whumpee, captivity, starvation, gore, organ stuff, self-injury

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Heather dreaded the end of the three months, and it was not entirely an irrational fear. Jackie was capable of killing her. She had chainsaws and scalpels, but what were blades in the face of an immortal? What were weapons in the shadow of an undying rage? Maybe that was a ridiculous thought, but it seemed a very real threat to her. He probably hated her even more now. Heather would too, if she was in his place.

The days passed. The final week arrived. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. She became so anxious at work that she threw up in the bathroom. Thursday. Friday. She considered leaving him locked in there forever, just so she never had to confront him. Saturday. And finally, Sunday.

Sunday morning was too cheery for such heavy work, so she waited until Sunday evening. Sunday was the Lord’s day. That didn’t mean anything to her anymore, but it was a memory that kept running in her mind. In any case, she had made her decision. She was going down there. Heather wasn’t that cruel, as to completely abandon him, and she wasn’t a monster. She had to check up on him eventually. 

She wasn’t going unarmed, that was for sure. The scalpel and the pistol were secured in her bookbag, and then she set off. She found the basement door across the hallway. Right where it always was. She moved the table from where it stood guard, pushed it aside. But she hesitated before turning the lock.

One, two, three heartbeats. Then her hand darted out to the doorknob. She twisted the lock until it clicked open.

Nothing happened. There was nothing but silence. She was still alive, still breathing. Her colleagues never saw the bruise on her neck—she covered it over with makeup—and it faded away over the months. But the memory was still there, the pressure on her throat.

Heather swallowed her tension, then entered the doorway. The lights were off. This wasn’t helping things, but she persevered. She closed the door behind her, then turned on the lights. She walked down the stairs.

She reached the last step. The room was a mess. Furniture toppled everywhere, items strewn about in furious abandon, the smell of dust clouding over them. The light was so dim as to cast the room into a yellowish, dull tint. A place more fit for slaughtering pigs than living in.

She looked up, let her sight adjust. She almost flinched. 

Jackie was staring straight at her. He was sitting on the bed, across the room. 

He looked different. Different in a bad way. He’d gotten much thinner, first of all, hollowed at the edges like a stray dog. His hair was matted and longer than it had been before. His eyes seemed strained, and the shadows underneath them were heavy.

He blinked, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was real. He did not say anything.

Three months. Heather was starting to realize what she had done. They reserved solitary confinement for the worst of the worst. Even then, they fed their prisoners. Three months was a long time. 

“Jackie?” she called out. “It’s me.”

He blinked again.

She stepped forward, cautiously, treading slowly so as not to startle him. He watched her all the while, with that feral sort of stare. There was an insubstantial aura to him, like he’d flicker or fade away if she wasn’t careful, if she wasn’t watching closely enough. She held her hand out, aiming to put it on his shoulder.

To her great bewilderment, he stood up to face her. “You win.”

She froze. “What?”

“You win, I said. I give up. You can do whatever you want with me. You—” His calm voice began to crack, took on a tilt. “I can’t live like this. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll never do anything like that ever again. I missed you, I—”

“You… missed me?” Surely, she’d heard him wrong. Or he really had lost his marbles.

He continued to speak, eyes wet and shining all the while. “I missed you so much. I—I love you, Heather. Don’t ever leave me again. Please.”

Well, this was certainly… new. This was different. All the way from murderous hatred to… love. But that was ridiculous. That was…

“What do you mean, you love me?” She furrowed her brows. “Are you being serious?”

“Yes, completely.” He nodded, desperately, like his life depended on her believing him. Perhaps it did. “I love you.”

It was the way he kept repeating it, the strain in his voice. This wasn't right, but she didn't want him to stop. It overflowed from his mouth like honey. And he sounded so eager, so fervent.

He grabbed her sleeve, tightly. “Don’t go.”

“I won’t.” This was quite a pleasant surprise to walk in on. Even if he was lying, she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

His expression was earnest, in any case. He was staring into her eyes like she was an angel. Her fear was gone entirely. She had nothing to be afraid of. Everything had worked out perfectly. It was too good.

He stared at her, waiting. 

She slapped him, hard. Hard enough that his head was pushed back. Hard enough to make him flinch. He cowered under her gaze. But he didn’t move, didn’t say anything. 

She leaned in closer. Her lips almost brushed the shell of his ear. “You’re pathetic.”

He didn’t reply, still didn’t move, although his breathing had become shallow and hitching. His gaze had gone somewhere else, somewhere distant.

“You’re not going to hit me back, are you?” she asked softly. 

He shook his head.

“Good. Do you still love me?”

He nodded. It was disgusting, the look on his face. He would roll over and fetch if she asked him to.

“Prove it.”

“What do you want?” He fixed on her, again, that earnest expression. “I’ll do anything.”

Silently, she handed him the scalpel from her book bag. She pushed his hand forward, pressing the blade gently to his sweater, just slightly to the left. Still guiding his movements, she helped him trace two curves over the fabric, perfectly mirrored, creating a single shape—the lover’s symbol, sweet in its simplicity. She let go and waited for his reply.

He understood. He knew her well enough. Jackie steadied the scalpel, grasping it until his knuckles were straining under the skin. He aimed it above his chest. 

With a sharp jerk, he plunged it into himself. He began to dig out his own heart. 

It took an uncomfortably long time—that is, uncomfortable for anyone else. Heather was loving every second of this. The blade went in, dragging through flesh and cotton, then ripped out, over and over. He was not as precise as Heather. Didn’t have a surgeon’s careful hand. The surrounding skin and flesh was torn and rendered into jagged edges. His ribs cracked, his blade squelched. Blood dripped down onto the concrete, onto his lovely checkerboard sweater. His eyes went unfocused. Even with his sallowed skin and hollowed bones, he was very pretty. He winced, but he never stopped. Jackie coughed, and more blood trickled out his mouth. 

By the time he’d severed an artery, his motions grew lethargic. His blood dripped thick, nearly the consistency of jam. His heart wasn’t healing as quickly as it usually did. The wound was dark, festering in his chest.

Heather took his hand and, with gentle motions, helped him cut out the rest of the organ. The arteries, the veins, the remaining tissues. She snapped ribs away where necessary, letting them drop to the floor. His bones were surprisingly brittle. They cracked like twigs, while his pulse slowed and smeared on her skin. 

It was a marvel of muscle and nerves, even though she had seen it many times before. Light broke apart and glittered on its surface. It lay heavy in his hands, warm and still weakly beating. 

He handed it to her with another rasping cough. Blood slicked both of their palms. His eyes fluttered, but snapped open before they could close.

She took it, felt the warm flesh press against her hand, felt it convulse in erratic rhythms. “Oh, good boy. Thank you. It’s perfect.”

Jackie was completely out of it. He may not have heard her praise at all. He blinked at her once more, then placed a steadying hand on her arm, swaying on his feet all the while. Before Heather could react, he fainted. 

She did not catch him in time. He lay there, sprawled on the ground. All bones and blood. There was a gaping hole in his sweater, and dark red was splattered all over his cracked lips. 

She knelt down to pick him up. His head lolled to one side, and his limbs went limp in her grasp. She could not feel a pulse. Anyone else would have thought he was dead, but Heather knew he would wake up soon.

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Wow, love really does fix everything :)

Taglist:

@theelvishcowgirl

@lthrboy

@whumpy-wyrms

@yassifiedinformation

[mintypsii]

horohorohorohoro👻

[murdleandmarot]

for first oc game !

- hate: what does bluebelle hate? why? how does she act towards the object of her hatred?

- secret: what's one secret bluebelle never wants anyone to know about her?

thanks !!!

-cilly :3

HI HELLO CILLY :DDD!!!!

More yapping about Bluebelle hooray!!!

Hatred: Bluebelle fucking HATES cars. Despises them. Can’t stand them. Metal monsters. She WILL avoid them at all costs. They’re just loud and scary to her. No thanks.

She also hates Bluebeard but yk. She hates cars a lot.

Secret: she does NOT want anyone to find out about what happened with Bluebeard, it’s honestly a worse case scenario for her. She’s so scared of what her friends will think, and as of right now, she literally only knows Vicci, Misto, and Plato!!! They are her entire world, and she is convinced that if they knew what happened, they would judge her, be ashamed of her, or think she is a coward.

She has got SUCH an extreme case of survivors guilt, (thank you SO much @jennyanypenny for reminding me there was a word for what Bluebelle was going through, I completely forgot that survivors guilt was the actual term)

[livelaughlovesubs]

Nini I want to fuck a demon boy so bad I can't. I'm so sleep deprived and this is the only thing on my mind. The idea of this powerful demon who's not used to being challenged, just ending up ass up face down on the floor, bed WHEREVER. It's not important. Ending up like that is just peak. Also I like to think they'd have sensitive tails. So. Like. I totally.

Wanna make them fuck themselves with their own tail. I think that'd be great. I think it would be awesome.

I want them to get so flustered at the idea of doing it, but do it anyway just coz I told them to. I can almost imagine them finding their own prostate with their tail, and really they can't decide which sensation to focus on. Feeling themselves clench around their own tail, or the way the slightly pointed end slams into their prostate. And bonus points if they cum and you overstim them by grabbing their tail and fucking them so much harder than they could themselves. Hooray, now they've got

your hand around their already much too sensitive tail

said sensitive tail is being slammed into their ass

it's gotta feel so good, they'd probably be so tight around themselves

your hand is gonna slip a few times, which is gonna end up in stroking their tail, which has got to feel like heaven for them

not to forget that you're thrusting their tails directly onto their prostate without letting them breathe

I just. I don't know. I think they'd look so pretty, flushed and begging to stop, even though it's them that keeps weakly trying to thrust their tail back into themselves. Also, they'd look so pathetic, sobbing from the overstimulation. I'm a sucker for tears trailing down their faces, eyes red and a little puffy. It'd almost make you wanna be nice to them. Almost.

But yknow, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And sometimes what a girl's gotta do is fuck a demon stupid with their own tail. (I don't have the same way with words as some people, but like do you see the vision)

~a sleep deprived,🧁anon

You are so smart holy shit. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Fucking a demon with their own tail? Why didn’t I think of something as great as this??! Lemme write down my thoughts for a sec- (btw I thought you are like, very religious?)

Dom!reader x sub!character

You had a long day behind you, and there was nothing sweeter than the thought of finally getting some sleep. All you wanted was to have a good rest, but to your demise you woke up in the middle of the night with something heavy on top of you. “Ops, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh well this will do too.” What the hell? It was a fucking person?? First thing you did was push him off of you and turning on the lights, then you thought this was some kind of weird joke. He had two horns growing out of his forehead, as well as a super long tail with a heart shaped tip. Not to mention the pink, glowing tattoo on his pelvis. When he opened his mouth again, you thought you didn’t hear right. “I’m an incubus, pleasant to meet you~ now let me feast on you, pretty please?”

An incubus, so, in other words a demon. What in the- never mind. He said he wanted to feast on you? Heck no, he woke you up in the middle of the night and is expecting you to have the energy to fuck him? As soon as he got up to try make a move on you, you flipped him over and tangled your hand in his hair, then pressed his face into your pillow. “If you are that desperate do it yourself.” Of course that little slut was into that.

He reached for his dick, but you slapped his hand away and instead grabbed his tail. “MhMngh- aaAAHhnn~!” A surprised yet blissful moan escaped him, face all red as lust fills their already sinful body. Anticipation swelling inside them at the thought of what you might do with them. That’s when they felt their own tail poking against their butt… wait wha? In the mean time you stroked it gently while whispering, “I want to watch you fuck yourself, who knows, I might reward you afterwards.” Suddenly all their previous confidence vanished as embarrassment took over. With their own tail..?? How did you even get that idea! Not even something as perverted as them had such outrageous ideas..!

In the end they could only obey without protesting, trusting their already super sensitive tail into their tight, wet hole. Each time they accidentally hit their prostate, they’d yelp and whimpers. Pretty tears are already rolling down their even prettier faces. Eyes half lidded as they whine, “mhm! Ah-ahhHh.. nghHnn~!!” All while their poor, useless dick is twitching around on its own, making a mess everywhere <3

Gojo, Sukuna, Dazai, Fyodor, Nikolai, jouno, Scaramouch, Kaeya, lyney, Ayato, Aventurine, Sampo, Jing Yuan (?), Douma - your favourites

[haetrack]

[08:27]

haechan x afab!reader

warnings: lazy morning sex, ‘just the tip’ turned into thigh fucking, kinda messy sex, whiny haechan (HOORAY!)

you’re awakened by the harsh sun blaring through your window. it’s too bright, the room too warm, and your body too hot under the covers of your blanket. not to mention how your boyfriend is wrapped tightly around your body.

he’s warm, face tucked into your shoulder, arms wrapped around you and legs messily intertwined with yours. if it were cold outside, you’d appreciate how warm his body is, maybe even snuggle up closer to him if it were possible.

but today, you have to slightly push him away from you in order to uncover yourself from the blankets. the thing is, he doesn’t budge, coming to the realization you’ll just have to wake him up.

because he’s hugging your back, you have no option but to kick at his legs until he wakes up. with limited movement, you do wake him up, immediately being greeted with a groan.

the first half of haechan’s sentence is mumbled into your shoulder, “…are we awake so early in the morning…”

“it’s too hot,” you mumble back, “you’re making me too hot.”

he gives no response, snuggling his face into your shoulder as he presses into you. you let out a soft whine, and you can feel the smile on his face against you. “thanks for calling me hot.”

you grumble as you try to detach yourself from him. the only problem is that haechan can feel you squirming against him, your ass pressing into his growing cock. he lightly slaps your thigh in warning, “stop moving s’ much, baby.”

you ignore him, trying to move away while he’s still holding you against him. you hear him suck in a sharp breath, deciding to hold onto your hips tightly, keeping you against his hard cock.

he hums, “don’t you think it’s too early to start something?”

you sigh, “wasn’t even trying to start anything. you’re just too horny for your own good.”

he lets out a soft laugh, slowly rocking his hips into your own. you whine, burying your face into the pillows. he whispers in your ear, “please let me fuck you, wanna fuck your pretty hole.”

you nod slowly, hearing him so desperate this early in the morning overrides your sleepiness. he slides your bottoms and underwear down, fingers moving to your wet entrance. he’s breathing heavily behind you, affected by your neediness.

he slips two fingers inside, immediately wrapped around your warm walls and slick. you huff into the pillow while haechan presses wet kisses onto your shoulders. you’re grinding your hips back against him, silently asking for more.

it’s quiet in the room save for the heavy breaths and whines mixed in with the squelch of your cunt. you can feel the heat of haechan against your body, his cock rutting into your thigh. in a breathy voice, he asks, “please, please. need you wrapped around me, wanna fuck you so bad.”

you contemplate over what you should do. you do want to fuck him, but it’s too early, still too hot, and you’re still half asleep. coming to an answer, you whine out, “just the tip. please, wanna feel you inside me.”

he lets out a shaky laugh, moving to pull his boxers down. you can feel his cock press against your ass before he lines himself up at your entrance. “gonna fill up your tight hole, gonna have you begging for more.”

you let out a small whimper of his name, pressing closer to him. even though you can’t see his face, you can clearly tell he’s smirking with pretty blush across his face.

he sucks harshly at the skin of you shoulder as he slides his tip past your entrance. he shivers, your tight pussy clenching around his sensitive tip. it’s taking every muscle in his body to not push his cock into your warmth. his body is screaming at him to calm down, but he can’t help the loud whines that come out of him.

he tries not to move too much, hips shallowly pushing into yours as he tries to hold back the moans that threaten to slip out. he can see how your hand has moved up to your chest, groping at your boob. his mind feels hazy, pussy drunk mixed with his sleepiness only adding onto his sensitivity.

he’s not thinking when he slips out of you to find a better position that makes him not almost cum immediately. when he tries to push back into you, his cock slips into the apex of your thighs, your slick causing him to miss your hole.

he lets out a loud whimper, his cock wrapped around the heat of your thighs and wetness coating his cock. his hips begin to move on their own while you adjust to the feeling of him fucking your thighs.

you can feel the tip of his cock hit your clit, making your thighs close tightly around him. his hips stutter against you, moans of your name filling the air. “your thighs feel so good- fuck- why does it feel so good?”

you’re clenching around nothing, dangerously close to cumming from the fact that your boyfriend is using your thighs to get off. he’s a mess behind you, sounding almost as if he’s crying.

haechan feels almost dizzy, realizing that you’re just laying there and taking what he’s giving you. he moves as fast as he can at eight in the morning against you, feels your pretty pussy leak out more slick for him to help fuck against you easier.

he’s so close, a tight grip on you in one hand while a shaky hand reaches for your clit. “wanna make a mess between your thighs, wanna see my cum all over you.”

you moan out his name, your hand moving over to his on your clit and helping him get you off. you can feel how messy it is, your slick and his precum mixing together in between the heat of your thighs. you have to forcibly move his fingers against you, he’s too distracted with the thought of cumming so messily like this.

“tell me,” you say softly, “ask me to let you cum…”

he groans out a fuck and slows his hips down. “just need- god, need to cum. baby, please let me cum all over you?”

you give him a small nod, reaching over to give him a soft kiss. he has to lean up to kiss you, but once he does, he can see how his tip peaks out from between your thighs. he lets out a high whimper as he thrusts hard in between your thighs.

you know he’s close, lightly cooing at the state of your boyfriend as you clench your thighs together, squeezing them around his cock. he bucks up into it, spurts of his cum leaking out over your thighs and over your cunt. you can feel him twitching, haechan trying to ride out his orgasm.

he doesn’t move afterwards, and you’re almost sure he’s fallen back asleep. you almost do too before you can feel him move one of your legs open, watching him look at the mess he’s made. he almost wants to take a picture, wanting to keep this in his mind forever.

he slowly moves to slot himself between your legs, eyes boring into yours, “can i clean you up? i’ll-” he sucks in a breath, mind moving too fast, “i’ll make you cum all over my tongue- please.”

even if you’re still tired, you can’t push away the brightness of your boyfriend away from you.

[scream4ash]

lover.

amber freeman x gp! reader

warnings: smut 18+; top! amber; r has a dick (a big one 😱); praise kink; tiny bit of slapping; amber’s kinda mean (she’s a cutie tho.); r’s a nerd.

summary: fwb, but u get together. (yay for a happy ending!!)

a/n: this is ass, i’m sorry. work n studying has been killing me. (hooray for dropping out.)

explicit sexual content below. mdni.

no strings attached.

that was the one thing u had hated about this little ‘arrangement.’

it was so hard to push ur feelings for amber down. especially when she straddled ur lap, grinding against ur bulge, making the prettiest noises.

u keep telling urself that you’d tell her how u felt, yet u never got the chance. not until now. it was now or never.

“amber, amb. just..” u paused for a moment, the nickname rolling off of ur tongue so easily. “hold on for a second, please?” u sounded so shy, small even. ur eyes refused to meet hers, settling to dart around nervously instead.

“what’s so important that we had to stop.. this?” she muttered against ur lips, a teasing smirk on her lips. her eyes were darkened with lust, pupils blown in desperation.

“u know our uh.. agreement?” ur voice was shaky almost, so different from the usual, firm, strong tone u maintained.

“what?”

“i think i’m in love with you, amber.” you spoke fast, nervous. your voice was shaky, hands falling from your grip on her waist.

“oh.” her voice was calm, too calm. “well.”

“i- i know we said no strings attached, and i’m sorry i didn-“

you were cut off by a pair of lips on yours, her hands tangling into your hair. “what made u think i wasn’t into u?” her eyebrows are furrowed, hands moving to cup your face. “why else would i stick around after we fuck? you really think i’d let you hold me if i didn’t like you?” a small chuckle escapes her lips, and she presses a small kiss against your cheek.

your gaze moves to meet hers again, a small smile on your face. “really?” your eyebrows knit together in confusion, hands moving to grab her waist. “you’re not fucking with me?”

“of course not. you’re cute. and you’re actually not that bad. you’re a fucking nerd, but it’s cute. i like it.” her thumb caressed your cheek softly, lovingly.

“oh, well.. i-..” a soft blush painted your cheeks, trying your best to stutter out a response.

“don’t get all shy on me. c’mon, y/n.”

you press your lips against hers, kissing her softly. you feel her hands lace into your hair, deepening the kiss. she tugs your hair, making you whimper. you feel her smile against your lips, slipping her tongue into your mouth.

she grinds against the forming bulge in your lap, pulling away for a moment. “someone’s excited.” she says against your lips with a teasing giggle.

a small whine escapes your lips, your forehead pressed against hers. she continues to grind against your hardening cock, taking off her shirt, revealing her perfect tits. she guides you to her nipple by the back of your head, her grip on your hair tighter.

“suck,” she demands.

you wrap your lips around her nipple, bringing your hand to give some attention to her neglected nipple. you suck gently, rolling your tongue around the bud. her breath came out in short pants, whispered praises slipping from her pretty lips.

“you’re doing so good for me. suck harder, don’t be shy, baby.” she tugged on your hair again, holding your head in place. you do as your told, moaning around her nipple.

she pulls you into a heated kiss, continuing to grind against you. she trails soft kisses along your jawline, making sure to leave a mark or two. she takes your sweater off, fumbling with your belt.

“my pretty girl.. so hard for me, hm?” she takes off your pants, dragging your boxers down with her teeth. she wraps her hand around your cock, pumping it slowly.

“fu-“ your words are cut off by a moan as you feel her lips wrap around the head of your cock. she sucks the head of your cock, her head bobbing up and down. she looks up at you with teary eyes, pulling away with a gasp. she strokes your cock faster now, coating it with saliva.

“amber, stop teasing me.. don’t be an ass..”

your immediately cut off by a sharp slap on your inner thigh, her eyebrows knitted together.

“don’t get bossy,” she says, hand tightening around your cock. “watch your fucking tone, hm?”

you nod, moaning at her touch. she lets go of your cock, straddling you. she takes off her loose sweats, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

your hand moves to touch her pretty cunt, your thumb gently rubbing at her clit. you push two fingers into her, almost moaning at the feeling of her around you. “you’re soaking, amb. i do this to you?”

she moans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“don’t be shy, baby. i’m yours, yeah? treat me like it,” she gasped out, her hips moving to ride your fingers. “feel that? feel how tight i am? how wet you make me?” her words are teasing, a wide smile of her face.

she pulls your hand away in an instant, guiding your cock to her waiting hole.

“amber, please,” you pleaded with her, begging. your eyes wide with lust, locked onto her cunt hovering about your cock.

she uses her free hand to smack your thigh again, trailing her hand up your body. “i need those pretty eyes on mine, you hear me?,” she said with a newfound dominance in her tone. how could she be so sweet but so mean at the same time. her fingers loosely wrap around your throat, urging your eyes to snap up to hers.

“amber please. i wanna feel you,” you pleaded for any kind of attention, your cock leaking precum. she sinks down on your cock, her cunt clenching tightly around you. her lips break into a wide smile, her forehead resting against yours.

“you’re so big, baby. filling me up s’ good. such a good girl for me.,” she stutters through moans, starting to ride you. she bounces up and down on your cock, occasionally rolling her hips. “oh, you like that? you like being my good girl, yeah?,” she smiles again seeing how you moan at the praise. she tugs your hair, making your eyes snap open to meet hers. “keep your eyes on me, y/n. you can do it. such a good girl for me.”

“amber.. fuckfuckfuck. you’re so-“ she cuts you off by locking her lips with yours, bringing you into a passionate kiss. she pulls away, moaning loudly. you feel her cunt tighten around you, your thighs trembling slightly.

you grab her hips, fucking up into her. your cock twitches, letting her know that your close. “amber, amb. ‘m gonna cum.. wanna fill you up.. please,” you begged, your voice sounded of a high pitched whine.

“oh? you’re just sooo needy, hm?” she teased. “gonna cum with me? i want you to come with me. fill me up, baby.” her cunt tightened around your cock, her eyes closing in pleasure. her orgasm washed over her, her movements slowing down just a bit.

you came soon after her, holding her hips with a vice-like grip. you whined, hips bucking, thighs shaking uncontrollably. thick, white ropes of cum shot into her pussy, filling her up, just as she’d told you to do.

“did so good for me, baby..” she praises quietly, helping you ride out your orgasm. “such a good, good girl. made me feel so good.” her hands stroke your cheeks lovingly as she dismounts your softening cock, admiring the white ring of her cum at the base.

she presses soft kisses to your cheeks, her hands tracing small patterns against your ribcage.

“i love you, amber.”

“i love you, y/n,” she whispered back, tucking her face into the crook of her neck. her fingers scratched your scalp lightly in attempt to soothe you to sleep, basking in the afterglow of her newfound lover.

a/n: i didn’t know how to end it. i hate it.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Rocky Wrench

Debut: Super Mario Bros. 3

Get a load of this guy! A recurring enemy, debuting in one of the most beloved games, and major enough to even get a LEGO version... and he's over here as if he's Weird. Well he is! Weird is relative! You might think a goat is a normal animal, but if you do, you have clearly forgotten that they effortlessly climb trees and steep slopes, with hooves. Weird is all around us, and if you find yourself growing jaded to it, remember a Fun Fact to mentally slap some sense back into yourself.

Rocky Wrench is not rocky, and he is not a wrench, either! He is manholey and throws wrenches. On first glance, he looks like a turtley mole, but we are commonly assured that he is ACTUALLY a moley turtle. Strange! This is not a mere mole with a shell, this is a turtle with a cartilaginous nose and teeth and presumably fur. Even if he is truly a turtle, the design is pleasantly mole-like, with the claws, snout, and teeth! This is a guy who would love to bite an earthworm, and who would be very good at it. He would NOT eat a vegetable.

Huhwhuh! What's going on! They turned Rocky Wrench into a guy who would eat a vegetable, and relish every nibble! One of the most egregious parts of New Super Mario Bros. Wii's new standardized art direction is that Rocky Wrench's original design was just entirely lost. This is, obviously, just Monty Mole wearing goggles! And I like Monty Mole, but when I am in the mood for Monty Mole, I can look at Monty Mole. This is not even a turtle by ANY measure now. It's almost a cruel joke now, having a rodent enemy with "mole" in its name, and redesigning the actually mole-looking enemy to be an identical rodent. Gophers and moles can coexist! We all dig for our own reasons. Isn't that something to celebrate? We would, at least, get a true talpid later in Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker.

But some never gave up hope. Remember this? Have you seen this? It's good. It's Super Mario Odyssey concept art for the Broodals, if they were to use existing enemy species for the characters! Even in the middle of the Rocky Rodent Era, there were people at Nintendo who thought, "let's use the old Rocky Wrench design again". Here, Rango would have been a tall Rench (Rocky + Wrench. I know it doesn't really work. Sorry) wearing a spiky squash for a hat! Not very fashionable, but bold. And certainly easier to wear than a whole manhole cover! Rocky Wrench would continue to be portrayed as a rodent for years, including in Mario Kart Tour, where he even got a Mii costume! Was this all a ploy to become marketable?

But then, something happened.

Last year, we received the trailer for the final wave of the The Mario Kart 8 Deluxe Game For Nintendo Switch Systems' Booster Course Pass DLC Content. And we all noticed something strange. Something different.

Holy moley! The guy in that hole looks moley! Suddenly, to the surprise of everyone, Rocky Wrench was re-redesigned, now resembling the one that I assume people in 1988 fell in love with. I don't know. I wasn't there. But wow! We don't know why they decided to do this, but we're all happy they did! More visual variety in enemies is always better than less! It's especially weird considering the very same track in Tour had the Monty-like design, but I'm not complaining, I'm celebrating!

Looking at Super Mario Party Jamboree, it's clear that, at least for now, Mole-Like Rocky Wrench is here to stay. And hooray for that. Cheers, even. He completely changed his presentation for mass appeal, and now he's going back to being himself, unashamed! Be like Rocky Wrench! Express yourself while simultaneously hiding in a hole.

[punktactical]

i NEED a fic when the reader is ace or sabo's gf, but the reader is banging Garp behind their backs :33

With dirty talk, degradatior or whatever u want

ANGEL , sabo + garp

summary ; sabo loves his girlfriend! she could never do anything wrong ! unless . . . ?

warnings ; 18+ content , older man-younger woman , cuckholding , smut , slight degradation.

a/n ; my first completed request !!! hooray , thank you for requesting !! x))

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sabo loved you, his sweet, precious girlfriend.

you were an angel, an absolute sweetheart. you did no wrong, in his eyes. i mean, the way you looked at his grandpa couldn't mean anything, right?

you were gorgeous, ethereal. everyone could agree, even garp !

he loved caressing your body, holding it close, encasing it under his own. but, where did those marks come from ? he doesn't recall giving them to you.

sex with you is passionate. you're always so excited. recently though, you seem so bored ! is sabo not good enough for you anymore ? or is there something else you're craving ?

. . . someone else ?

★

sabo jingled the keys in his hand, humming a small tune. he was excited to see you, but you didn't know, it was a surprise! he was going to enter your home without you knowing and surprise you! he smiled at the thought of seeing you, shocked by his sudden appearance, but not unhappy.

he closed in on your front door, pushing the keys into the slot. he could hear you from your room upstairs, yelling. maybe at one of your tv shows or games. you always got so riled up! laughing, he finally pushes the door open, before shutting it behind him. finally inside of the house, he can hear another voice.

it's gruff and low, much more raspy.

it's familiar but he can't put his finger on it. he shrugs it off as one of the character's from your favorite show. creeping up the stairs, he snickers, thinking about how you'll shriek upon him arrival.

the voices become louder the closer he gets to your room, he can't understand what they're saying as the sound of skin slapping drowns it out. banging on the walls resonate throughout the house.

man, what was your show even about?

he finally reached your room, placing his hand on the doorknob. he couldn't wait to see you. his girlfriend.

his sweet, precious girlfriend.

he turns the knob, the door opens.

"hah- it feels s'good!! want yer cum s'bad!"

heart dropping alongside his jaw, sabo is forced to witness the horrifying sight of his grandfather, garp, railing his sweet, precious girlfriend, [y/n], from behind, balls deep inside of her. the bed rocked back and forth, hitting the wall repeatedly.

did the door opening stop you? no, it only fueled the both of you more.

"b- baby? ah, i didn't know you'd be- visiting, fuck!"

you currently had your ass in the air, while your head was being pulled by your hair, garp's rough hand trapping it into a forceful ponytail.

your face was stained with tears, mascara runny and lips puffy, pink -

. . . sabo always loved that expression.

"shit, ya enjoyin' the view, sabo? come get a closer look, boy- fuck." garp growls, grabbing you by your neck and displaying your nude body to sabo. you whimpered, looking him straight in the eyes, never breaking eye contact. he could see garp's cock pumping in and out of you, a white creamy ring surrounding the base of his dick.

sabo breathed heavily, sweat running down his cheek. why did his pants feel so fucking tight? this should be disgusting, enjoying- watching his grandfather fucking the brains out of his girlfriend.

what could he do? the only thing he could do  . . .

his hand traveled to his crotch, rubbing his dick through his pants.

he couldn't help taking a step closer, finally unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. the tip was red, already leaking with precum. garp grinned, stretching you deeper. shrieking in delight, you wriggle in his grip. sabo's hand grasps his dick, pumping slowly. was he gross? was he sick?

to be getting off to the sight of his girlfriend being fucked by another man, even worse, his grandpa?

"ya like that, huh? you like this fat cock fuckin' ya good right in front of yer boyfriend? dirty little whore- shit."

such degrading words, sabo would've never dreamed of saying those things to you -

his sweet

precious

girlfriend.

( who was secretly sleeping with his grandpa - woohoo ! )

★

[phantompanties]

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

We're Gonna Need A Taller Shower

Pairings: incubus oc (Lucius) x fem!reader

Tags: Shower sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, inappropriate use of showerhead, morning sex, dorks in love, soft domming, local tall ass demon hates human showers

Length: 1.6k words

The blaring of your alarm woke you up from your blissful slumber, and you groaned, cracking your bleary eyes open. Sighing, you slapped your hand on the machine, shutting up its infernal screaming.

You sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and yawning. You wanted nothing more than to go back to bed, but those bills weren’t gonna pay themselves. You forced your groggy body out of bed to trudge like a zombie to the shower and get the blood pumping through your veins.

Well, at least you were until two strong arms circled around your waist and pulled you into a solid chest. “Good morning my beautiful darling.” a deep voice sang. How was your rest? Did you have dreams? Were they nice dreams?”

“Mmnh… Lucius…” you yawn. “How can you be so peppy so early…?”

“I don’t sleep, darling. Well, at least I don’t need to. I get all my energy from delicious humans like you.” he said, swaying you side to side like a ragdoll. “That doesn’t mean I don’t like to cuddle, though.”

“That’s nice, Lucius… can you let me go? I need to shower…”

“Ooohh, sexy.” he teases, purring in your ear. You just rolled your eyes. “To get clean, Lucius. Now lemme go.”

“Aww… okay…” the demon pouts, relinquishing you. For an eldritch monster, he could be strangely adorable sometimes.

You slipped into the bathroom with your towel, hanging it on the rack and peeling off your jammies. Once nude, you turned on the water and waited for it to heat up.

“Mind if I join you, my darling?” Lucius’s deep voice startled you.

“Jesus, Lucius! Stop sneaking up on me!” you say, playfully slapping his chest.

“Sorry!” Lucius laughs. “I didn’t mean to! Goodness, if you aren’t cute when you jump, though…”

You snorted. “Yeah, you can join. It’d save money on the water bill.”

“Hooray!” Lucius sings, excitedly stripping off his tight clothes.

“You’re such a dork.” you giggled, stepping into the now warm water.

When Lucius joined, he immediately tutted in disappointment. “Asmodeus, I’m always reminded why I hate human showers when I get in them.”

“Why’s that?” you ask, drenching your hair.

“I’m seven feet tall, darling. Most humans are much shorter than me.”

“Some humans are seven feet tall,” you tell him.

“Some, but not most. And it shows in how low your human world showerheads are.”

“Are hell showers really big?”

“You’d be surprised, darling. To you, it’d be like standing in the rain. Boiling hot rain. That’s another thing too, the water is always so cold! I’ll never get used to how low human’s heat tolerance is.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask as you pour a good amount of shampoo into your hand and start massaging it into your hair. “I’m surprised there are even showers in hell. I thought it was all fire and brimstone.”

“Do humans still believe that? Some things never change… hell is more of a structured society than you’d think.”

“Amazing.”

“Do you want me to wash your back, darling?” he asks with that flirty lilt in his voice.

“Go ahead.” you humour him.

Lucius took the washcloth, pouring a good amount of body wash into it and scrubbing your back in circles from the top to the bottom, dipping dangerously close to your butt.

“Lucius,” you playfully warn.

“Aww, come on, darling… you know I can’t keep my hands off your cute ass.”

“I know, I know, I’m just playing.”

You squealed as Lucius smacked your butt, giggling as he pulled you by the hips into his body. You tilted your head up, and he craned his neck forward, grinning at you and placing a kiss on your lips. It started innocent, but the kiss quickly became deeper with him slipping his tongue in your mouth and massaging yours with his tongue piercing. His clawed hands roamed your body, slipping up and down your creamy skin thanks to the water. He groped your supple breast with one hand and had his other splayed across your tummy.

“Is this alright, beautiful?” he whispers against your lips. “Do you want to continue?”

God, he had such an effect on you. Is it due to his nature as a sex demon? Who knows. Who cares, either?

“Yes,” you whisper back. Lucius went back to capturing your lips and rubbing up and down your body, his skilled fingers leaving trails of fire burning hotter than the hot water spraying across your bodies. The slender digits travelled lower and lower, teasing your folds.

“Mmh… you’re already so wet… and I don’t think it’s just the water, bunny…”

“Lucius…” you whined softly.

“Shhh… I got you, angel… mmh… do you want my fingers inside you? Do you want my fingers inside your pretty pussy, bunny?”

You rocked your hips against the hand teasing your folds. “Please… need you…”

“I’ll give you what you want, bunny… just a moment…” Lucius retracted his claws into blunt fingernails for your safety, then stroked up and down your folds with extra attention to your clit.

Lucius’s tattoos began to glow brighter as you moaned against his touch, feeding off of that delicious lust you were giving off. “Yes… give it to me, baby… oh, it tastes so sweet…” he whispers into your ear.

You gasped as two of his fingers slipped into your hole and began scissoring against that sweet spongey spot that made your toes curl.

“Lucius… mmnhh…” you whine.

“Oh, I know, darling… it feels so good, doesn’t it? You love my fingers… you’re already squeezing them…”

Lucius bent his head down to kiss your neck, but he groaned in annoyance when one of his tall horns bumped the too-low showerhead that hung above you. 

“Cursed low-hanging human world showerheads…” he grumbles. But that’s when an idea came to him. He noticed that your showerhead was in fact, one of those handheld ones, and he grinned devilishly.

“Darling…” he says, slipping his fingers from your hole. You whined at the loss, but he kissed you quickly. “I promise you’ll love this so much more… let’s turn around…”

Awkwardly, the two of you turned so the spray of water was hitting his back. That’s when he reached behind him, unhooking the showerhead from the wall and spraying down your body. It was then that you realized what he was doing, and the thought made you moan.

“Do you know what I’m gonna do with this, darling?” he whispers. “Ooh, I can taste how aroused you are… have you done this to yourself before? Oh, how I wish I could’ve seen that…”

“Lucius… please…” you whined.

Lucius kissed your neck as he lowered the spray down between your legs, angling the pressure right on your clit. You gasped, mewling at the feeling of the water massaging the bundle of nerves. “Luciuuuuss!” you sobbed.

“Does it feel good, bunny?” he whispers. “Does it feel good on your clit? Does it feel good when I do this?” he tilted the showerhead back and forth, making you weak in the knees.

“Mmh… your hole is being neglected now… let’s change that…” He chuckles as he snaked his hand between your legs from behind, slipping his fingers into your hole once again.

The added stimulation of his fingers stretching your hole while the water sprayed on your clit was enough to make your head spin. “F-fuck! Fuck!” you cried, rocking your hips.

Lucius’s tattoos glowed even brighter as you came closer, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Mmnh… delicious…” he moans. 

“Lucius… gonna cum… ’m gonna cum…!” you sobbed.

“Do it… fucking cum all over my hand…” he growled into your ear as he sped up his fingers. “Let yourself go, darling… lose yourself for me…”

It didn’t take you long to burst with how much he encouraged you while he stimulated you, and he moaned. “Fuck… good girl… such a good girl, bunny… Asmodeus, I’m so hard right now…”

When you came down from your high, and the overstimulation became painful, you cried out. “L-Luciuuuus… too much…!”

“Oh,” Lucius giggled as he put the showerhead back on the wall. “Sorry, darling. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks as he kisses your cheek.

“No… mmh… Lucius… I want you to fuck me…”

“I couldn’t ask for anything more, bunny.” he giggles.

He turned you around, lifting you up by your butt, wrapping his tail around your waist, and pressing you against the wall. You gasped at the cold tile hitting your hot skin and he kissed you in apology. “Sorry, love… it’ll warm up quickly, I promise.”

Wasting no time, Lucius slipped into your slick folds easily, filling you in a way that made you roll your head back. You moaned as Lucius slipped his long blue tongue into your mouth as he started to move his hips.

The two of you moaned and whined into each other’s mouths as Lucius fucked you against the wall, whimpering as his cock piercings massaged your spots and his blunt tip kissed your cervix. Your toes curled when Lucius released your lips to bite your neck.

“Ooh… mmh… that’s it bunny, fuck. I love it when you squeeze on my cock like that ffffuck fuck fuck… are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum on my cock? Do it, bunny, I love when you cum on my cock… it’s so. Fucking. Delicious.” he enunciates with hard thrusts that made you sob. It took nothing more than his long tongue licking a stripe up your neck to make you cream hard, and his thrusts stuttered with him shooting thick ropes into your hot pussy soon after.

The two of you mewled into the air as you rode out both of your highs.

“Mmh… thank you for breakfast, darling.” Lucius giggles, flashing his pretty fangs.

You snorted. “You’re a dork.”

[xoxochb]

Hiii could you do a Connor Stoll x theater kid!daughter of Dionysus? Maybe like he helps her re-enact scenes from her favorite musicals (the more well known ones like Hamilton, Six, DEH, Wicked, etc.) for his cabin to distract her from the fact that her dad got recalled as camp director and he just doesn’t want her sad about it. (Maybe it takes place during the lost hero?)

⋆·˚ ༘ * hold on to spinning around, confetti falls to the ground

warnings: none

pairing: connor stoll x theater kid! daughter of dionysus

although it may be dramatic you missed your dear old dad

he had been with you for your whole time at camp half blood, but since zeus sucks forbid the gods from seeing their children, therefore making your father return to olympus from his punishment

you sit in bed reading some book you picked up from the athena cabin’s bookshelf

some old book from the nineteen hundreds, and although thought it may seem boring to others you found it quite interesting, and plus it got your mind off of your currently absent father

and it was a peaceful afternoon until the loudest boy the camp has ever seen made his way through the doorway

“hey y/n/n, what’re you up to on this fine afternoon?”

“reading” you turn the page, and connor jumps on your bed, “what is wrong with you? I told you not to jump”

he laughs at your words, “I’m sorry but I just wanted to see my super amazing girlfriend, can I do that?”

you turn to him with a glare, “you’re a piece of work sometimes do you know that?”

“you only tell me that everyday” he plants a kiss on your cheek

you turn back to your book, eager to continue reading, but you’re interrupted again

“how’re you holding up?”

“I’m fine, everyone else’s godly parents are on olypmus” you say not once looking away from your book

“y/n, it’s okay to be sad”

why does he have to know you so well?

you close your book and sigh, “I miss him”

“I know” he pulls you in for a side hug, “why don’t we do something fun?”

“you want to steal something?” you lift your head from his shoulder to look at him

“no, something you want to do” he smiles

you think for a second, “I know something”

- 🎭 -

“I don’t think I can do this”

“don’t be boring”

you had power

a lot of it

and as long as you still acted “sad” then you knew that connor would do anything you asked

so as the theater kid you are, you asked him to help perform your favorite musicals for cabin eleven

and he wasn’t entirely happy with this decision, but as long as you were happy he would do it

he sighs, “alright what’s first?”

“I’ve made a list of the order, and, I know your so eager for this part, I’ve got a few old costumes to go with them” you smirk

“hooray!” he says sarcastically

you slap his arm, “stop it, read the scripts, we’re on in ten”

he starts complaining about the short time span but you walk out of your cabin ignoring them, and make your way to cabin eleven

“hi guys” you say to the few campers in the cabin, “who wants to see a show?”

most of them give you a blank stare, but a select few raise their hands

“woah- calm down, I know you guys are just so excited for this” you cross your arms, “I’m doing it anyways, wether you like it or not, make room”

- 🎭 -

after you completed performing Wicked you flop down on an open bed

“I don’t know how actors do this for a living, it’s tiring” you blow a raspberry

“you’re the one who suggested it” connor points out

“because it’s fun!” you laugh

there’s a moment of silence before he speaks again, “are you still sad about your dad leaving?”

“a little… but I’m feeling better now” you bite your lip

“good” he smiles at you

[sweeneydino]

[Unfortunate news, Lime Meets Emerald might need to be put on hiatus till further notice due to some complications.]

Good news, I have a draft at least.

Hooray.

Any...way, Here is The Good Father AU Don when he's a teenager. Don't worry, we are jot done with baby Donnie. I just needed to get the idea out.

-slaps roof of AU- this bad boy can fit so much fluff and angst in it.

Have fun!

I'm sad :,)

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 8: Outnumbered, (alt) Betrayal

I originally gave up on today’s prompts because they were annoying but after I’d written this whole fic I realized outnumbered kind of works actually so! Regular prompt and an alt were used today ✌️

Read on ao3

Warnings: oh boy. Uh, mildly suggestive, dehumanization sort of..? Kind of human-trafficking vibes, but it doesn’t exactly occur. There’s some alcohol. Also a bit of being drugged. And mistreatment of fairies. ...I think that’s it.

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A faint pink glow guided Hyrule, Warriors, and Time’s steps through a town in the captain’s time, a jingling that Hyrule knew was born out of nervousness accompanying the light.

The fairy led them all through the town, further and further away from the center and towards the unlit stores and quiet docks. The night only seemed to grow darker, and Hyrule found himself keeping closer to the other’s sides, a feeling of apprehension he couldn’t ignore making his stomach clench.

Right as he was about to ask if the fairy really knew where she was leading them, she zipped down a side street, sparkles trailing behind her, and finally bobbed to a stop.

Hyrule looked up, and grimaced.

The fairy had led them to a building with its windows still lit despite the late hour, her dark pink light catching on a crude portrait of a great fairy holding an overflowing flagon of ale. Faint laughter filtered through the cracks in the door, and Hyrule thought he caught a whiff of alcohol.

Oh hooray, a tavern.

Hyrule gave the picture on the sign a look of distaste, but before he could say anything, the door abruptly swung open. Two men walked out, and the three heroes, ducked around a corner so as not to be seen. A hiccuping laugh came from the one man, and the other slapped him on the back as they stumbled away, neither walking straight.

“So this is where you saw the men take Proxi?” Warriors whispered as the revelers disappeared from sight. The fairy jingled an affirmative as she poked her head out from his scarf, practically shaking with fear.

“Mm-hm. Th-they put her in a tiny bag, one way too small!” she squeaked, sounding terrified. “And she’s not the only one, they had lots of other fairies! I followed them here, but I couldn’t find anywhere to get inside without being seen, and... and I didn’t want to get caught as well.”

She sniffled, and Warriors gave her a gentle smile from where she’d perched on his shoulder.

“It’s alright, we’ll get her and the others back,” he assured, but the fairy still seemed nervous, her wings fluttering anxiously.

“You should get somewhere safe, if these people want fairies you’ll be in danger here,” Time warned, and the fairy quivered in fear. “We don’t want anyone else getting caught. Who knows what they’re doing in there.”

He glanced at Hyrule as he spoke, and Hyrule sighed, knowing the older hero was wondering if he should stay back or not. Time and Warriors were both aware he had fairy blood, and Hyrule could see why they would be concerned, but he wasn’t going to stay back just because of that.

“They won’t know I have fairy blood, and I’m not planning on telling them,” Hyrule said quietly, and glared back at the sign. “And I’m not sitting this out.”

Time nodded with a sigh, and Hyrule thought he caught a flicker of worry in his eye before he turned back to the fairy.

“What’s your decision, little one?”

“I-I’ll stay hidden with you,” the fairy replied quickly, and Hyrule could tell she wasn’t keen on leaving the three of them. She obviously felt safer around the heroes, and Hyrule couldn’t blame her.

Fairies being kidnapped was never a sign of anything good.

“All right, well, looks like we’re going in,” Warriors sighed, and Time nodded, straightening.

“Looks like it. We may want to split up though, I believe we’ll attract less attention that way,” Time said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. “Perhaps I can go in, and you two can follow together?”

Hyrule and Warriors nodded. He didn’t really think it mattered much, but if Time thought that was best, then who was he to argue?

Warriors suddenly raised a hand and began to muss his hair up a bit, making it look more scruffy. Hyrule stared as the captain then kicked some dirt off his boots, running it through his hair and making his blond seem more of a sandy color. Then he tucked his scarf inside his bag, and pulled out a cloak instead, nicely made, but in a dark enough weave so as not to attract attention.

“I’m the local hero, Traveler,” he said at Hyrule’s confounded look, “I don’t exactly blend in.”

“Oh! Right,” Hyrule said sheepishly, feeling foolish for not realizing what the captain was doing. He thought he’d... well, he’d honestly had no clue what he was doing.

Time hid a smile as he left their hiding spot and casually strolled into the tavern. A small burst of sound leaked into the alley with the opening of the door, then was silent again.

“You should be fine,” Warriors directed at Hyrule as he made sure their fairy was tucked safely out of sight in his cloak. “I would be shocked if anyone recognized you or Time... but if you have a cloak you might want to put it on.”

Hyrule nodded as the captain finished off his disguising, and pulled his own cloak tight around himself, looking at the tavern with no small trepidation. It didn’t seem like the sort of place he wanted to hang around, especially based on the drunken laughter that occasionally filtered through the cracks in the door.

He’d had very few good experiences in bars, and had a funny feeling this one would be no different.

They waited a few minutes to distance themselves from Time a bit more, and then Warriors walked over to the door, Hyrule following resignedly.

“Well here we go,” he grumbled, and pushed open the door before Warriors could, the captain following him into the noisy place.

Hyrule tensed, half expecting all sorts of horrible things as they entered, but... nothing seemed out of place. There was a strong smell of alcohol, sweat, and water damage from the nearby docks. The seats were mostly filled despite the late hour, and barely a head turned when Warriors and Hyrule walked in. The large woman manning the bar did glance at them, but then went back to wiping her counter, glaring at a man who spilled a few drops of his drink.

It just seemed like... a normal bar.

“Are we sure this is the place?” Hyrule muttered, and Warriors shrugged, looking around.

“If they’re keeping fairies for some reason, they wouldn’t do it in the open,” he murmured back, then plastered a casual smile on his face. “Let’s see what we can find out.”

They shoved their way to a clear table, Warriors easily blending in with the atmosphere. Hyrule followed suit, and they weren’t bothered as they ordered some drinks and sat down. Hyrule spotted Time across the room from them at a different table, but Hyrule knew better then to stare at him too long and attract attention, and he kept his gaze away.

Instead he studied the atmosphere of the tavern, wincing a little whenever the general noisiness upturned for whatever reason. The place wasn’t as rowdy as some places Hyrule had ended up inside, but it certainly wasn’t quiet, and uneasiness was still churning in his stomach.

He wasn’t sure if it was merely worry over the captured fairies, or something else... but something about this place was making the hair on his neck prickle.

“The men at the table next to you,” their fairy friend suddenly spoke up, just loud enough for Warriors and Hyrule to hear, “they’re the ones who took Proxi, I recognize their faces!”

Warriors nodded, and casually looked around the room while Hyrule flicked his eyes over at the men the fairy had indicated. They were a group of four, with varying appearances, but all of them looked shifty to Hyrule, covered in scars with weapons at their hips.

They were discussing something in low voices, and Hyrule casually leaned over, straining his ears.

“...thing bit me,” one man was saying, looking mad as he rubbed his hand. Hyrule could see bandages peeking from under his sleeve. “And it smarts too, this better have been worth it.”

“It will be, she says the buyer pays extra for the blues. It was lucky we found that one earlier,” a thin man said in a calming voice. “Though even just the pinks we’ve got in the back’ll be enough to set us up for life.”

The others seated at the table grinned, and Hyrule glanced at Warriors, looking to see if he’d heard. By the grave expression on his face, it was clear he had.

“I wonder what the buyer does with them anyway,” the first man said as he sipped at his drink. “Who’d want a bunch of fairies?“

Hyrule felt a flicker of indignation.

“Sells ‘em to doctors or something probably, who cares?” another drawled, taking a large draught of his beverage. “‘S long as we get paid.”

“Ah, but have you ever taken a good look at some of them? If they were a bit bigger, I think I’d want a few,” a man with scars all over his arms said. He smirked. “I saw a Great once, and if the little ones are anything like that... well, sign me up.”

The table burst into laughter, and anger rose in Hyrule’s chest as they began arguing about what the most attractive feature they’d seen on a fairy was, growing more and more descriptive— and crude— as they went.

One of them said something particularly lewd, and they roared with drunken laughter, Hyrule’s face growing hot with fury.

He was about to leap to his feet, but Warriors put a hand on his arm, keeping him from getting up. Hyrule nearly threw him off as he heard another one of them laugh again, feeling himself begin to shake with rage.

How dare they?

“Traveler, fighting these men won’t help us figure out what’s going on,” Warriors said in a low voice, and pulled Hyrule back down. “We need to be patient.”

“I’m not going to sit here and let them talk about fairies like— like that,” Hyrule hissed, but Warriors didn’t move. “Captain let me up, don’t you care—”

“It won’t change anything to confront them. They obviously don’t have the fairies with them, and fighting them might wreck any chance we have of getting them back,” Warriors said firmly, something sharp in his voice.

Hyrule finally looked at Warriors’ face, and realized the captain was just as angry as he was, blue eyes cold with rage. Somehow knowing that Warriors was equally outraged by the discussion made his own anger cool a bit, and he stopped trying to pull out of his hold, slumping in his seat.

“Fine. Then what’s the plan?” he asked, hunching his shoulders when the men at the table next to them laughed again.

“I’ll try and get some more information from our... friends, here, while you see if you can get in there,” Warriors explained quietly, tilting his head towards a curtained off doorway. “They said they had the fairies in the back, I’d assume that’s where they meant.”

“I saw them through the window earlier, they definitely went back there,” their fairy peeped from Warriors’ cloak, sounding even more scared.

“Fine. Good luck,” Hyrule murmured, and slipped into the crowd before Warriors could reply.

He made his way over to a shadowy spot next to the door, jostled and bumped nearly the entire way. Squeezing past a particularly large man, Hyrule tucked himself in the corner and waited patiently for an opportunity to slip through the door. He glanced over at Time while he waited, and saw that he was chatting rather amiably with the woman at the bar, an easy-going smile on his face.

Well hopefully he’s doing something useful, Hyrule thought to himself, still angry at the conversation he’d overheard. He knew Warriors was right about not fighting yet, but listening to them discuss fairies like that had lit a rage in him that wouldn’t be going away any time soon.

It’s no wonder fairies tend to hide from Hylians.

A barmaid finally walked past him into the back room, and Hyrule silently followed her past the curtain, finding himself in a dark storage room.

It appeared to be mostly kitchen items, extra food and barrels of what Hyrule assumed was alcohol of some kind. There were no fairies in sight, and Hyrule frowned as the barmaid left, looking around the room. It seemed like every other storage-type room he’d seen of this kind; messy, somewhat dirty, and no sign of anything illegal.

Well... not obvious ones anyway.

Hyrule began combing the room, his heart thudding in his chest. The bad feeling he had was even more intense now, and it made it difficult to focus on finding anything out of the ordinary. He kept having to hide when the barmaid returned multiple times, but he continued to look, aware that the longer he was back here, the more likely it was he’d be caught.

He was nearly on the verge of leaving and seeing if Warriors had had better luck, when suddenly he realized the crates in the corner were stacked oddly, like nobody ever actually wanted what was inside them.

Hyrule quickly went over to the stack, and noticed the faint outline of a door behind the crates, so similar to the wall it was nearly impossible to see unless you knew it was there.

Ah-hah.

Hyrule pushed the crates aside as quietly as possible, wincing at the creaking they made, then carefully turned the knob and slipped inside.

And nearly fell to his knees.

The room had no windows, but it didn’t need them, the inside lit by the countless jars lining the walls, all crammed to the brim with fairies. Several of them had at least three in one jar, a few filled tight with even more, and Hyrule couldn’t do anything but stare at them all in horror for a moment.

Most of the fairies were fluttering around in the jars, some swirling in more panicked circles, but some were lying worryingly still at the bottoms, their glows faint. The distressed magic from all of them was enough to make Hyrule’s head spin, chimes ringing in his ears, and he nearly tripped when he finally stepped forward.

How could someone do this?

“Traveler?”

He turned around at the whisper, and saw Warriors slip inside behind him, looking grim.

“Those men didn’t have anything to say to me, they must have thought I just wanted in on the money. I don’t think... oh. Farore preserve us,” he whispered as he looked around, and Hyrule swallowed.

He felt sick to his stomach all of a sudden, and barely noticed as Warriors stepped fully into the room, looking around in horror. The fairies noticed their presences then, and the chiming in the room grew even louder, frantic and hopeful as they realized who they were.

”Is that Link?”

“No, it’s his friend! Brother!”

“It’s Link and his friend!”

“Brother! Fairy kin!”

“Are you here to get us out?!”

“Brother please save us!”

“Brother!”

“Link!”

“Everybody quiet! Are you trying to bring the enemy in here?!”

At the bossy chime, the other fairies quieted down, and Hyrule looked around for the familiar voice that had spoken. One of the few blue glows in the room caught his eye, and Warriors perked up.

“Proxi!”

“Link!” she said with a happy jingle, and Hyrule smiled as Warriors reached up to gently take the bottle she was trapped in. “You’re here to save us?”

“We are,” Warriors assured, cradling the bottle. Hyrule swallowed back his nausea and joined his side, frowning at the sight. Three other fairies were pressed inside of the bottle with Proxi, and she herself was near the bottom, her blue glow dim.

“...Are you okay?” Hyrule asked in concern, and Proxi hesitated.

“She got hurt when they captured us,” another fairy said quietly.

“You’re hurt?” Warriors said sharply, and Proxi let out a dismissive jingle.

“Oh I’m fine, can you get us out?” Proxi asked a little impatiently, and Warriors sighed, then nodded, tugging at the cork.

It didn’t budge though, and no matter what Warriors did it refused to come out. Hyrule tried then, but he didn’t have any luck either, and they looked at each other in dismay.

They didn’t want to hurt the fairies, so they couldn’t try breaking the glass. Melting it or using anything heavy was out of the question as well, as were most methods Hyrule could think of, but how were they going to free all of the fairies if they couldn’t even open the jars?

“I think they must be magically sealed,” Hyrule said morosely after they’d tried everything they could think of. “There’s no way this cork is this strong without some help.”

“I don’t like what that means for this whole operation,” Warriors murmured, still carefully holding the bottle. “If they have enough resources to get so many magically sealed jars... this might be bigger than we thought.”

Hyrule swallowed, his stomach still unsettled.

“So what do we do?”

“Fetch Time, I suppose,” Warriors sighed. “See if he has any ideas. We need to tell him we found the fairies anyway, and I don’t see us figuring anything out any time soon.”

“He probably has an item or something that just opens bottles,” Hyrule said with a faint smile. “Or a mask.”

Warriors almost smiled back. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“Someone’s coming!” a fairy by the door suddenly squealed, her voice shrill with alarm. Warriors carefully set the jar containing Proxi and the other fairies back on the shelf, then dove behind a discarded crate with Hyrule, the both of them ducking down as much as possible as the door slid open.

“...saw someone by the storage room, and those guards were in earlier. We better start shipping out tonight,” a voice said, and footsteps tromped into the room. “...Ugh, this place always makes my head hurt when we’re full.”

Hyrule pressed tighter against Warriors’ side as the voice drew near, trying to make himself smaller. The crate really wasn’t a good hiding spot, but there was nothing else in the room big enough to shelter behind.

Multiple sets of footsteps moved over to their side of the room, right next to the crate they were behind, and Hyrule nearly stopped breathing, forcing himself to stay still. Warriors swallowed, and Hyrule could feel his heart thudding where his head had ended up on his chest.

“Well you won’t have to deal with it much longer,” a different voice drawled, and Hyrule recognized it as one of the men who’d been at the table. “Once we load these in the hold you’ll be fine.”

It was silent for a minute, and Hyrule found himself holding his breath.

“Besides, we have other business to take care of.”

The crate Warriors and Hyrule were tucked behind suddenly lit up like a flare, a pink so dark it was nearly red flashing above them.

Hyrule was nearly blinded by the light, but when he looked up in shock, he saw the fairy that had guided them to the tavern chiming and flashing a deafening alarm, showing exactly where they were hidden.

Before Hyrule could even reach for his sword, he and Warriors were yanked out from behind the crate and restrained, unable to escape. They both kicked out and struggled, Hyrule even trying to bite the men that had grabbed him, but they were grossly outnumbered, and quickly subdued.

Both were tied up and shoved against the wall, but Hyrule only had eyes for the fairy who had come to them in tears earlier because she’d seen Proxi be kidnapped. She was floating right next to one of the men who they’d overheard at the table earlier, and a sickening feeling rolled through Hyrule.

“How could you?” he asked, anger and disbelief warring inside of him. How could a fairy fall so far to betray her own kind like that?

The fairy’s glow dimmed.

“They said they would hurt my sister,” she whimpered, and Hyrule felt a brief stab of pity.

“If you’d told us the truth, we could have helped you,” Warriors cut in with a grave look, and the fairy turned away.

The other fairies on the walls had been chiming frantically throughout all of this, Proxi’s voice shouting the loudest of them all, and making a truly deafening racket that only grew when Hyrule and Warriors were tied up. The men were obviously growing sick of it, and the one with the scarred arms abruptly drew a knife and pressed it to Hyrule’s neck, then looked around at the fairies.

“Shut up now, or he loses his life.”

The fairies went dead quiet.

The scarred man waited a second, then withdrew his dagger, placing it back into a holder at his waist. “Thank you. I would’ve hated to get blood on the floor.”

“Have you no shame?” Warriors snapped. “What you’re doing here is cruel, you can’t put that many fairies in one bottle without endangering their lives!”

The men laughed, and one looked Warriors up and down.

“Great, a knight with morals. Do we kill him?”

“Nah, look at his face, he’s a handsome one,” someone else spoke up. “Bet we could get good money for him downriver.”

Warriors slightly paled, but his cold expression didn’t change.

“What about the kid?”

“I’m not a kid,” Hyrule said, and didn’t flinch from the scarred man’s gaze when he strode up to him. “And you’re going to regret every single thing you’ve done here today.”

The man chuckled. “The only thing I’m going to regret today is that I didn’t make more money then I’m already going to.”

He leaned right up into Hyrule’s face, and the traveler still glared at him despite how his heart was thumping. His eyes trailed across his face, pausing when they got to his eyes, and he studied them in silence for longer then was normal.

“...Take them both. We can figure out what to do with them after we’re on our way,” he said as he leaned back, a deceptively easy-going smile on his face. “I think there’s more to them then meets the eye.”

He looked directly at Hyrule when he spoke, and the traveler’s blood ran cold.

He knows.

Warriors gave him a wide-eyed look, but then cloths were shoved over both of their noses, a sickly smell coming off of them. Hyrule struggled not to breathe, knowing it would be bad if he did, but he hadn’t had a chance to take a deep breath.

Time had better notice we’re gone soon, he thought desperately, watching as Warriors began to slump next to him. Or we’re going to be in serious trouble.

Something struck his chest, and Hyrule gasped in spite of himself, breathing deeply of the sweet smell of the cloth. His head immediately began to swim, and he took in another breath without thinking. A voice said something above him, and Hyrule slumped against Warriors’ side as his senses began to leave him, one last flicker of desperation fighting to keep him awake.

He couldn’t let them do this he... he couldn’t...

Hyrule’s vision swirled into a black void, and he fell limp against Warriors’ shoulder, totally unconscious.

Time was their only hope now.

[sl33py-g4m3r]

Back with an update after a long break~~ (thanks anxiety (sarcasm))

Hopefully I've kicked anxiety's ass for the time being and am now in the swing of things~~

I still hate the map tho a little bit. Didn't realize you could press B to center the map, thank you for the tip~~!! idk why or how I didn't find that out myself.

Woman's Ring quest complete~~!! as well as the gryphon talons because I was grinding a good deal of them before. I missed one moss somewhere and need to go find it, annoyingly enough. and slay ortherus.

You can complete some quests multiple times? Is it worth it tho? Gryphon talons are just "get the talons, go to K's tavern to deliver, get 30 macca (?) each time" might be worth if you're grinding at the entrance for whatever reason... idk. what do you do with gryphon talons or fu xi feathers anyway? tried to sell them at B's i think and they didn't appear there.

I wonder if I'm overleveled a little bit? The disaster horde or whatever I fought for the ring chest went down with a zan from flynn, a bufu from centaur, bouncing claw from gryphon, and a grahm slice from lahm derg... it hit me once...

I can fuse now and it's probably a good idea; but I've kind of grown attatched a bit to the demons I have... but they also have all of the skills they'll ever know now anyway I think.... could be wrong. but I think you get the "demon whisper" when they've learned all possible skills? so despite growing attatched to them, time to fuse them into other demons?

Update on skills and roster:

Flynn - lvl 7 - still upping primarily magic, luck, agility - still bufu, zan, critical wave

Centaur - lvl 6 - bufu, needle shot

Gryphon (new!) - lvl 5 - bouncing claw, lunge

Lham Dearg (?) - lvl 5 - grahm slice, critical wave

Fu Xi - lvl 5 - zan, patra

Napaea - lvl 4 - dia, dream needle

Myrmecolion (? new!) - lvl 3 - patra

Mokoi (new!) - lvl 2 - zio

tried to use mokoi's zio on a chagrin, immediate death for mokoi. also tried to recruit a chagrin many times..... nope. it's mokoi all over again~~

hooray~~!!

Progress~~!!

Now what? fuse to see what that's all about, hunt for moss, defeat ortherus and continue on?

I hope that if I take a break from this game for a little bit, that break isn't another entire month. getting in the swing of things and hadn't seen Charon this entire time. Almost died but then thanks to napaea's dia, survived.

(gets comfortable, has an SMT moment)

I put gryphon in front instead of Fu Xi because gryphon nulls zan and is weak to the same thing as Fu Xi anyway... also more HP. so only had flynn be zan during that fight.... Still won but makes me worried I spent too much time being afraid because (idk how to read the map (keyboard smash and yelling for help) and stayed by the door grinding for a good bit. as per my last update on how the play through was going.

Is still fun and the music slaps~~!! glad I got into SMT through the music.

I've done some stuff~~ Break time to decide whether I want to fuse demons, and how. just yolo and see what happens? or have certain ones in mind with certain skills?

Then I'd have to recruit everyone again T_T;;

It's not pokemon, don't get attached to your demons, they're nothing but fusion fodder for stronger demons...

I'm attached anyway.

there begs the question~~! trying a challenge run so to speak? where I only use demons of a certain alignment? might be law cause I'm probably going to the law path anyway if I'm being honest with myself....

finally getting somewhere~~! Finally getting comfortable with navigation~~!! Finally get demon fusion app~~!!

break time~~! hopefully for a lot less long than before~~!!

I wanna punch navarre~~~ casting false aspersions of the poor~~~ feel like he's making fun of myself irl cause I am actually poor irl, lol.

proud of myself for this too~~!! get zan anxiety~~!! let fun things be fun~~!!

(new!) demons are new ones that I've acuired through fusion or negotiation; negotiations at this point because I didn't have access to fusion when I got them.

It baffles me how demon negotiations go sometimes. give stuff, say a thing that makes them not attack you, or try again later, give them stuff, don't like giving macca, and I usually refuse after 2 things. sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.

like was it gryphon? idk.. someone told me to dig with 3 dig options, i chcose the middle one, got a life stone, then promptly gave it back, and they became my ally? what?

same thing sort of with mokoi with the (I'm waiting for someone) and they're like "I'm the person you were waiting for" becomes ally. ?????

???????????

you bet your sweet macca that I saved after those, baby~~!!

good things can happen in this game???

update cause I dug through my posts and the last update was June 18th. the break wasn't a month long. I thought it was, lol.

[kirric-the-fan]

All stars movie idea:

Big gathering of precure, big enemy. Enemy turns all the cures that were reformed villains or brainwashed back into those villains, or if the cure had defeated dark cures or dark cure equivalents, it turns them into them. A whole lot of cures are now in enemy mode and now the rest of the cures gotta deal.

Which leaves a stunning total of three teams unaffected (Grace went down bc Dariuzen was reformed- "he always was a parasite", and Dokidoki have to deal with Regina. Heartcatch aren't in mirage forms, but Dark Precure is back and that's their problem): Maho girls, Tropical Rouge, and Star Twinkle.

Maho is on damage control. La Mer is busy kicking ass, and Summer is trying to melt two frozen hearts and one angry dessert lion, and the other three are just as busy.

And the Star Twinkle girls come up with an terrible idea. As Cosmo wasn't transformed as she was never really a bad guy, they come up with the idea of making a fake villian cure in order to sneak into the villian's base and try and rescue some of the other transformed cures. With the help of Aiwan, and the reappearance of Bakenyan, Madoka becomes Luness, a moon princess with the power to turn people to stone. Ofc no-one can refute what she's saying, and they manage to hold the bit long enough to retrieve some of the cures, like Grace and Amour.

Other snippets:

Twilight back on her "You're not a princess," bullshit, and promptly getting her ass kicked by three princesses (Muse, Princess, and Majesty), before getting fish-slapped by future Queen mermaid Laura La Mer who is annoyed that Twilight is tormenting Cure Mermaid. (Twilight makes a comment about Laura not being a proper princess or queen too.)

Unlovely is back and is causing havoc, along with dark Cure Tender and Queen Mirage.

Michiru and Kaoru are back and bad

Preme is also back but doesn't seem to be inclined to fight

Heart, Peach, and Prism take their reverted Cures on one-on-one because they know they can get through to them.

Milky Rose actually gets to fight the yes5 dark cures in her cure form. She defeats dark Dream easily, but wavers at Dark Aqua

Berry and Sword vs Aqua and Beauty

"Hooray hooray everyone!", Some random dark cure: "thank you!" :) Yell: "I'm not cheering you on!"

Cure Chocolate nearly gets taken out by weird chocolate kingdom Coco

Marine loses rock-paper-scissors-water to Bad End Peace. Gets zapped.

Black and White have had their hearts frozen again, and this time their sights are set on the rest of the precure. Who don't realise what happened at first. Heartcatch and Healin Good find out what's going on.

A whole lot of team ups, working out who they need to get through to, and who they can just fight

Need Gelato and Amour to help get through to Siren (music)

Fortune flips Eas' fortune telling bit on her by telling her fortune instead.

Prism kinda realises that dark Cure Sky is kinda harmless, so long as no-one is trying to hurt her.

Michiru and Kaoru probably cause the biggest end game sort of problems out of all of them (them and Black and White), and everyone needs to pitch in to fight them at the end, and get through to the real enemy, some reformed form of darkness

Power of friendship, true hearts and precure to save the world

Preme doesn't really do anything but points out to the bbeg that this is kinda what the precure do, so there wasn't ever any point in fighting in the first place

[immeasurablesaladagere]

can u make one where little House is transmasc and gets rly dysphoric while little (maybe cuz he got his period?) and cg Wilson comforting n reassuring him

Hi, here you go! Sorry this took so long and isn't a super big fic, I rewrote it multiple times and couldn't get it quite how I wanted it haha. It gave me a challenge in a good way, so I hope it turned out well!

Also kinda struck a chord because I'm questioning myself and always get more dysphoric(?) when I'm regressed.

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Word Count: 549

Summery: House is regressed, on his period, and has a very big question for Wilson. Hooray!

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“Wilson?”

Wilson looked up from his book. House was lying on the couch upside-down, watching SpongeBob’s latest adventure with a blank expression. His hot water bottle had long cooled off by now and he was lazily slapping it against the carpet.

“Yeah, buddy? Do you want your water bottle warmed up again?”

The slapping stopped. “Why can’t I be an actual boy?”

Oh boy, what a question for ten in the morning. “You are an actual boy, House.” He said, hoping for the slim chance that he could get away with simple assurances this time instead of talking about the semantics of society’s relationship with gender with a seven-year-old.

But of course, he was talking about House here and even while regressed he wasn’t fooled by platitudes. He needed answers. Complicated, oh so complicated answers. “No, I’m not. Real boys don’t have periods ‘cause they don’t have a uterus. Only girls have a uterus.”

Wilson sighed and bookmarked his page, knowing he wouldn’t be picking his book back up again any time soon, and moved to sit next to him on the couch. He probably should have expected this. House’s dysphoria always reared its head when he was regressed, or maybe he just lost his inhibitions about hiding it, and House had been quiet after he had changed pants and shamefully asked for a hot water bottle for his cramps after breakfast. 

“Well that’s not always true. Do you remember that man you treated a few months ago? How he was born with both boy parts and girl parts? He was still a boy, wasn’t he?”

The man had come into the clinic with severe abdominal pain, and after the usual battery of tests came up with nothing, House had taken interest. It turned out that the man was born intersex, with a blind uterus that had gone unnoticed until an ovarian cyst ruptured. One hysterectomy later and he was able to go on his way.

House wriggled himself upright and toyed with the seal around the plug of the water bottle. He didn’t look convinced. “Yeah, but it’s different. He had the boy parts too, I don’t.”

“Sure. But if he had both parts, how did he know he was a boy?”

House stopped fidgeting, and Wilson could almost see as the gears turned in his head and he came to an answer. Still, stubbornly, he shrugged and pouted at the floor.

“Because he was a boy in here.” Wilson pointed to House’s forehead, “His brain knew he was a boy, just like yours does, even if he had different body parts, just like you do. That’s what really matters.”

“But…”

Wilson cut him off before he could come up with a new way to put himself down. “And your name is Greg. Would a girl like being named Greg?”

To his relief, that managed to work a small smile out of him. Now that, House couldn’t argue with. 

“Hey, are your cramps feeling better? How about we go get you some ice cream, anything you want.” He offered, and House perked up like he’d said “car ride” to a puppy.

A wide smile came across House’s face. “Anything..?” He asked, in a tone that said you’ll regret this later.

That was future Wilson’s problem, he decided. “Anything.”

[mxomo]

kinktober: exhibitionism ♡ featuring shiva

Shiva has challenged you to prove your devotion to him for all to see. c/w: record of ragnarok. female reader. exhibitionism, mild humiliation kink, light spanks, assplay, face fucking (f!receiving), mating press, ‘little slut’/’whore’, 'pretty girl'/'princess', creampie, overstimulation, probably other things a/n: i really hated the idea of this to start with but now it's written i think it may be one of my favourites. hooray for the final installment of my very late kinktober! back up your work, children! ♡

The view was beautiful. The air was crisp, the breeze fresh, the sunset shining pink then purple in the distance.

“Hands down,” Shiva commanded, his frown evident as his heated gaze raked over your slightly trembling and completely bare frame. “No keeping your treasures to yourself.”

He punctuated his command with a sharp slap on your backside, a gasp falling from your lips as you closed your eyes in surprise. Your eyes tingled along with the handprint as you tried your best not to cover yourself from the gazes of the keen onlookers just beyond the rockface. They weren’t close enough, really, for you to distinguish too much, except most of Shiva’s acquaintances had quite distinctive silhouettes and you were sure you recognised one or two of them. Little bastard. You knew it looked busier than usual; no wonder there was a crowd, because he had invited them there.

“Didn’t you promise to worship me properly?” Shiva questioned sharply, drawing your attention back to him with a slight edge to his voice as he smirked at you. He gestured to himself as the heat in your belly stirred. “I brought you all the way up here, so you could show off your love of me just like you wanted, didn’t I? Go on. I’m ready.”

A pair of Shiva’s hands grabbed at your backside, fingers digging dangerously close to your hole as he massaged his way around your lower body, whilst another took your chin in his hands and pulled your face towards his, until your noses were touching. His fourth hand held the back of your neck, rendering you totally immobile with enough force to convince you that if your legs gave out he would hold you up by the scruff like a cat, no problem.

The crowd seemed more and more noticeable. You didn’t know how many there were - enough to make your pussy tingle and your stomach fill with dread - and you didn’t have the courage to see what their reactions were. You thought a couple of times you’d heard cheers, but put it down to your nerves playing tricks on you as you tried, keenly, to focus on Shiva as much as possible. You could feel the heat of their stares as you moved to kneel, Shiva’s hands allowing you to do so.

“Play with yourself,” he commanded, releasing you fully as he leaned himself back, fully prepared to enjoy the show. You noticed with glee that all of his eyes were open and at attention, enraptured in your movements. You felt sparks beneath your skin under his heavy stare and you shivered in delight. He, on the other hand, was having his own troubles keeping himself in check; his cock was throbbing something awful in his trousers. His ever observant gaze didn’t miss the glistening of your juices between your pussy lips, and he smirked. What a little slut.

You burned with shame as your hands trembled their way down your body, a moan falling from your own traitorous lips as you made contact with your desperate, throbbing, aching clit. It felt so good, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move after your first wave of pleasure. You heard the cheers from the crowd when you’d moaned by accident, and you you froze.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, a mocking edge to his tone as he stared you down. He was frowning at your lack of movement, and your lip trembled at the realisation that Shiva was growing displeased with you. “I told you to play with yourself. Open up that pussy for us all to see. I want to see you making a mess here on this floor, for me, and for everyone here to enjoy.” His arms crossed to emphasise his point, whilst the other set rested on his hips expectantly.

Your eyes burned, but no tears fell as you slowly obeyed the command, using your fingers to spread your cunny for his viewing pleasure whilst massaging your swollen, over sensitive bud. The heat of being watched only made you throb more, clenching desperately at its emptiness as you wished for Shiva to end his fucking games and just fill you up, properly, already. Of course, you wouldn’t actually say so out loud, and you kept your mouth obediently shut as you dutifully pushed yourself closer to your orgasm the best you could.

It wasn’t enough; you both knew that getting yourself off was much harder of a task than if he was to take charge and you pouted, knowing he’d done that on purpose. No way would you be able to come by yourself in front of all these people, no matter how horny you were, so it was only a matter of time before you broke and begged him for reprieve.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? When you presented yourself to me like some common whore, begging me to fuck you?” Shiva was smiling like a madman as he looked down at you, a wicked gleam in his eye. He didn’t miss how your chest was heaving, or how your juices spread to the tops of your thighs as you continued to make a mess of yourself. “Tsk. Earn your place on my cock, pretty one.”

You whined defiantly as your frustration reached a peak, sweat beading on your forehead as you pinched at your own clit angrily. You failed to cum despite your teetering on the precipice. You were far more sensitive than usual, you could feel it, but it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough.

Shiva seemed to take pity on you as he tutted at your whining, shaking his head as he held his hand up for you to stop. Twirling his finger at you, you frowned as you understood his instructions, cheeks blazing. Your body snapped to attention almost robotically, raising upwards to ‘stand’ on your knees before lowering yourself back down, you raised your ass up and lowered your head and Shiva stepped closer to position your hands on your ass cheeks.

“That’s it. Good, now put your head down. Yes, like that, on the floor. Ass up high.” He placed his hands on top of your own, guiding them to squeezing and pulling your ass cheeks wide. “Hold your ass open for them to see. Good, good, you’re doing well.”

Your cheeks were burning and you wondered how long he was going to force you to stay that way. Nobody, not even yourself had ever looked at your asshole so openly for so long before and you tried, desperately, to swallow your humiliation. One, two, three.. you counted, you could do nothing but count, as your fingers slowly tired and your face, knees and shins ached from the rough floor. Forty two, forty three, forty four..

It was the sixth set of counting to sixty of Shiva simply admiring you, massaging everywhere except your pussy as he displayed your goods like the trophy you were to all of his guests. The cheering had settled into more of a hum as the excitement died down and the crowd admired the artwork before them. It was a rare treat for him to be able to share such deliciousness with his comrades, friends, rivals; he also knew he would be the envy of them all which only served to fuel his ego and the smirk plastered on his face. Shiva needed to be careful not to cum in his pants at the thought of knowing he had such a prideful, beautiful, wonderfully vexing woman under his thumb.

Your whining steadily increased in volume as your body began to tire, and when your arms started to wobble, you couldn’t stop the small ‘please’ that escaped you.

“Aw, I’m going to help you out by keeping this view open for everyone, okay?” Shiva used a pair of hands to replace yours, making sure your asshole remained in perfect view to keep the crowd appeased. “Elbows down. Head up. Good. I’m going to fuck your pretty face.”

Sliding his cock under your head was easy, his flexible hips making quick work of thrusting up into your mouth as he held your ass and head firmly in place. His cock was fat and remarkably hard, and its width down your throat made your eyes water, which only made him moan louder each time he observed your eyes watering with every choke. You stuck your tongue out the best you could, his hard bucking hips opening your throat wider with each gag and thrust into the depths of your mouth, until your eyes were streaming from the effort of taking him fully sheathed but your nose was on his pelvis and your tongue was flattened against Shiva’s heavy balls as he eased his head down onto his length with a shudder.

You almost didn’t notice the massage of his thumb against your asshole as he groped at your backside. Almost.

“Ngh-wow, what a nice mouth you have, pretty girl. Maybe you would be worth making my wife. Hmm? What d’ya say? You want this cock for the rest of your life? Mm. Yes.. Fuck.”

You peeked up at him, your pussy clenching desperately as you spotted his scrunched brows and two eyes closed, lost in the nirvana of your throat. The other three were wide open, fixated on your movements, committing the scene to his eternal memory. You slowly moved one of your hands up, testing to see if he would force you still; with no sign of protest, you took his spitsoaked balls in your hand, massaging them gently as you applied pressure just behind them with your forefinger.

Shiva choked as you worked on him, a stuttered “what the fuck” escaping him as he rutted harder into your mouth; your fingers were testing his patience with a new layer of sensations, your tongue out ready and meticulously to attend to his balls with each thrust forward. You hardly noticed your aching knees and elbows, your burning lungs, the firm grip in your hair as his hips became more frenzied. Your stomach fluttered and your pussy ached for Shiva’s pleasure. You wondered if the crowd could see your asshole clenching? Did they move closer? You weren’t sure, and they’d quieted, or had Shiva simply gotten much louder?

It took little time for Shiva’s thrusts to become uneven, and your throat struggled to accommodate as you gagged beautifully on his girth with each pass of his cockhead. You were barely ready when he shot rope after rope of cum down your throat, dragging your head down so your nose was buried into his pelvis as his thumb finally slipped into your ass, his other fingers using your ass to anchor you onto him, bruising the ghost of his fingertips into your flesh. Your cry was muffled by his continued orgasm as he slipped another finger into your cunny, massaging your insides as he filled your throat with his seed.

“Drink it up, sweetheart, you’re going to be full of this for the rest of your life. You should’ve thought this through before you presented yourself to me,” Shiva growled, small pants between words as the sensation of his orgasm sends him feral - he felt utterly euphoric, for the first time in what felt like centuries; no way was he letting you go. He hummed appreciatively as your throat clenched around him. One, two, three thrusts later, he pulls from your mouth with a pop!, a long string of saliva connecting you and you heave for breath, the high of having such a man quite literally by the balls making way for the building wave of sensation of his fingers playing with your holes. You could feel him massaging your inner walls from both sides, and your eyes rolled as you panted, trying desperately to keep yourself together.

“Come, I’m not done with you,” Shiva lifted you onto his lap, his voice commanding with each instruction that was punctuated by him physically moving you exactly where he wanted you to be whilst continuing his assault on your previously neglected holes. He retreated from your pussy after a moment, swapping from his thumb to his forefinger in your backside as he shifted his grip on your ass to hold you above him. “Arch your back. Play with your nipples. Don’t you fill yourself up yet, did I tell you to do that? No.” With a slap to your backside, he slipped his still-swollen member between your pussy lips, breath hitching as your slick began to make a mess of him in anticipation. “Grind, move your hips up and down.”

He had his fat, engorged shaft nestled comfortably in the plush of your cunt, almost bathing in slick as he dragged your hips along his length; forwards, backwards, forwards, over and over again as the ridge of his cockhead gyrated against your neglected, puffy clit. You were so overwhelmed, the hollering in the background from your audience ever present as you tried not to lose yourself completely to the situation; the finger in your ass was making you pant and your cunt clench hungrily to be filled alongside it. Shiva’s skilled fingers sent you to places you didn’t know existed, and you slowly lost focus on everything but him. Your vision tunnelled as you dug your nails into his shoulders for purchase, for grounding, for protection. You could see his face, but you couldn’t register it properly. It was so much, but not enough at the same time, and it was confusing, and you lost focus.

“Oh, you’re salivating. I’m not even inside of you yet. How greedy and eager you are,” he observed keenly, licking the trail of drool from the corner of your mouth with glee and capturing your lips with his own. He sucked on your tongue, nipping your lip hotly as he drank you in, his kisses dragging you back just barely from the brink. Shiva’s hands were burning on your overheated frame, and you found yourself grateful for the outside breeze.

You were unprepared when Shiva guided your hips backward, slipping straight into your weeping hole in one slick movement. You almost bit your tongue in surprise as you registered the glory of him, finally, filling you up the way you’d been hoping for, needing, since he laid eyes on you.

It was better than you ever could have anticipated. His cock curved slightly at just the right angle that made fucking you stupid with minimal movement a simple feat. He was much larger than you were used to. On top of seemingly being able to reduce to you putty with little to no effort, his cock filled you up just right, stretching you deliciously as his arms anchored you into position, pushing your hips impossibly hard onto himself as he moaned into your neck and the finger in your ass stuttered to a brief halt. Your head fell forward, against his shoulder as your breath truly escaped you, panting as you tried not to fall apart at the feeling. He hasn’t even started, you thought woefully. And you felt this far gone already.

Shiva clenched his teeth as you moulded to his cock, sharp bolts of pain in his shoulders as you dug your nails into him, pulsing insistently in what he was sure was an effort to milk him dry and/or suffocate him, and it was working. How long had it been since he’d been so turned on by a woman? You were glorious, you were perfectly fucking made for his cock. Your cunt choked him, stuttering his hips as he willed himself to move, but found himself unwilling to pull out first; even to slam it straight back into you.

“Go on, pretty girl,” Shiva crooned, his touch gentle as he gently probed your backside with one hand, caressing you with the others. His touch was overwhelming, but comforting, and electric. It took a second for you to understand what he was saying. “Fill yourself up right now. Have at it.”

“Mm,” you nodded obediently, weakly, as you started moving your hips the way he wanted you to earlier, slowly; fighting the fog was hard, and your hips moved instinctively as if driven by Shiva’s quiet grunts of affirmation. You peeked at his expression, your cunny clenching enthusiastically seeing his eyes rolled back and chest heaving.

You picked up the pace, Shiva’s stuttered breaths and bruising fingers guiding you along, your confidence building with each moan that escaped him. Your body pulsed with pain, aching with the exertion as your body began to grow exhausted but you didn’t care. You carried on, with a whine, like a being possessed.

You keened at the scrape of his cockhead against your insides, a carnal ache for more taking over as you bounced with more and more enthusiasm. He was a thick man, packing plenty of girth that you were sure was tailor-made to send you cross-eyed and scatter all rational thought. Nothing you’d ever had in the past even compared to the elation you were feeling. Your hand, one on his shoulder was scratching desperately for leverage whilst the other, entangled in his hair, was tugging harder the closer you came to your peak. You yelped as he took a pebbled nipple in his mouth, tweaking the other with and hand, slipping another finger into your ass all at the same time.

It didn’t matter how many people were watching, it didn’t matter how you got yourself in this mess. Nothing mattered except the feel of his dick inside of you and the orgasm you were chasing; the best fucking you’d ever had, even before you’d cum properly.

“Mmf, hng-Shiva, m’gna- gonna cum!”

He tugged at your hair just as the crescendo hit, forcing you to look upwards at him and you saw stars, before you fell into utopia in the confines of his gaze. You choked on your breath as you released an impressive stream of juices all over him, milking his cock for all its worth. Your words turned into incoherent babbles as you sobbed, legs finally buckling from your efforts and you fell forward against him, fully into his arms.

“Scram,” he waved his hand to disperse the crowd who all disappeared obediently without question, taking a nipple in his mouth again and kindly massaging your frame as your mind drifted somewhere around unconsciousness. He never thought you would've agreed to this, and he'd never been so glad of setting a challenge in his life. On top of that, you took him so well; his cock raged at the idea of being removed, so much so that he stayed buried in you for several minutes as you gained some equilibrium, his hands on your body doing more than you expected in soothing your frazzled neres.

His kindness did not last long. Picking you up, he flips you onto your back, pushing your knees down towards your head, exposing your quivering little hole to the elements. One, two, three swipes of precum onto your hole and he sinks into your folds in one unforgiving movement, pushing deep into your belly as the movement forces all the air out of your lungs with a yelp. He bullies his swollen cockhead into your cervix sharply, with no give as you squeal into the open air. You grab frantically at him, at his hair, his shoulders - anything, clawing for purchase.

Shiva hissed - there was no way that was normal, the way your plushy walls rolled and clenched around him so tightly, the tremble of your thighs vibrating his cock deliciously as he sunk himself to the hilt, his balls heavy against your ass as he pulsed in rhythm to your spasms. Slowly, he rocked into you, trading speed for strength as each thrust beat your most sensitive spot with pinpoint precision at achingly slow speeds. You're so wet, the squelching of your cunt echoes in the expanse of the now vacated space atop the mountain, and you wonder how far the sound is travelling.

"O-oh, I'm so far from done with you, princess," Shiva rumbled, a low moan escaping as he relished your fluttering walls soaking him so nicely, staring at you with eyes glazed with lust and pure hunger as he admires your tear-stained cheeks and your pussy stretched so wonderfully around him. He pins your knees on your chest, your cunt spasming diligently at the added stretch as your breath stopped. You swallow him up, snugly and perfectly, the base of his cock rubbing against your clit and dragging gasps out of you with each steady, well-timed thrust.

All too soon, the growing coil of pleasure in your belly grows to its peak, and you are forced over the edge with a blaze, a mess of fluids spilling from your cunny down your quivering thighs as Shiva continued his bruising pace, relentlessly, far after the sun set.