#What is orginal

[obsob]

a redraw of an oldey!! :3

[thedropsofblood]

A wolf in hunter's clothing

Warnings: Dub-con, age gap (????), mostly gender neutral but made with male reader in mind, size difference, started as rough -> slightly sweet mid-way, bratty reader, overstimulation, blindfolding, implied obsessive behaviour.

Word count: 8k

Minors DNI, do not report, I WILL cry /nsrs

Isekai, the act of transporting a person from earth to a different planet, world, universe, usually of a novel or a video game. It was a childish concept that you haven't bothered and never intended to look into, until you got 'isekaied' yourself.

Unlike what your younger siblings have told you, instead of beautiful vast magical worlds filled with sub-human species and a logical storyplot, you ended up in the most boring case scenario, a fairy tale. Specifically, the "Red Riding Hood" children's book that fell out of the shelf and onto the ground next to you while you were at a bookstore.

As any normal person does, you picked up the book, hoping to put it back to it's original spot, but got your body sucked into the pages instead. To be fair, it could've been worse, so, so much worse. You luckily didn't become the new Red Riding Hood, instead, you became the older brother of the Red Riding Hood.

It's not as bad as it sounds, like, you have a loving and caring family of both parents and an adorable younger sister, as well as a grandmother who you occasionally visits for the first 18 years of your life. What more could you ask for?

The life of your younger sister, that's what you could ask for. Even if they're technically not real, you couldn't help but care for them, care for the years of family meetings, the little happy moments, the vacations, even something as trivial as a meal together. And yet, imagine how your heart sunk in once you heard your mother tell your sister to deliver the cookies to your grandmother tomorrow after hearing rumors of the hunter being on break on the same day.

It made your anxiety levels go wayhire. Your sister's and your grandmother's life depended on the hunter after all, what would happen to them if there's no more hunter? Will they die under the wolf's hands? Can you even escape this book if they die?

.

.

.

Would you be trapped here forever then? What about your family outside of this? Would they even still remember you after 18 years? Worse, what if they just, hate you now?

Why should you even leave this place if that's the case?...

You crawled onto a ball on your bed, hugging onto the soft pillow in search of even a little bit of comfort. This place wasn't real, none of this is, your world was simply a scramble of words combined together by some random old man hundreds of years back, hell, you weren't even supposed to be here, why would you care if your supposed 'sister' and 'grandmother' dies?

Yet you found yourself restless. You had an idea on what to do, god knows if it'll work, but... It'll never hurt to try, right?

You throw your pillow away and change into warmer clothes, turning off the lights before sneaking out of the house through the window, heading directly towards the bright tavern in the middle of the town.

"Brother, why are you not eating? Do you not like it?" The voice of your sister knocked you right out of your thoughts, scrambling to take a bite out of the sandwich she made for you.

"No no- it's good, it's good, I'm just thinking about what I need to get for groceries." Your sister barely bought your excuse, barely. You can still see her crossing her arms and pouting in the corner of your eyes. She was glaring at you for a few solid minutes, as if trying to pry the truth from you. With a huff, she leaned back against the chair and muttered under her breath.

"Remember to buy some candy for me while you're at it then, I'm gonna go now. I don't wanna leave grandma waiting." You let out a mental sigh of relief, ruffling your little sister's hair. "You're just as childish as ever." You chuckled.

Before you sister leaves, she jumped into your arms to give you a hug causing a small smile escapes from your mouth. Your hand reached up to pat her on the head, if you had to be honest, you don't know if you regret your deal with the hunter or not anymore.

"Shit... If I knew slacking off would get you on my dick, I would've taken so many vacations."

The hunter chuckled, leaning in to place a loving kiss on your forehead. You pushed his head back to give him a glare, well, as best as a glare could be with the blindfold covering your eyes. You barked, gritting your teeth as you tried to kick him in the stomach.

"Shut the fuck up and just get it done with already. This deal was only for my family, bastard. Bet you can't even get anyone else to get into bed with you without forcing them into shitty deals-" Your words were cut mid way when he firmly slapped you across your face, his other hand gripping your ankle and hosteling your leg onto his shoulder.

You hissed in annoyance, yet a part of you felt pride for successfully pissing the hunter off. You can only assume what his face was like right now, is he glaring down at you like a lamb in the slaughter or is that stupid smug smirk on his face away? You didn't even have time to guess twice before he shoved his fingers into your mouth with a firm "Suck."

You held yourself back from laughing when you got your answer immediately, this guy was pissed as fuck. You decided to comply anyways, sucking on his fingers and making sure to bite them lightly as you pulled back.

"Sweetheart, did nobody teach you to not play with fire?" His hand wandered down to thrust his fingers roughing into you, his other hand gripping onto your chin to muffle your noises with a kiss.

This fucking bastard didn't even give you a warning before he turned you into puddy over his fingers, you bit onto the bottom of his lips, but instead of him pulling away, he continued on, ignoring the way you clawed onto his back as if you were trying to murder him.

Your hands reach up to try and remove your blindfold out of annoyance, leading to his hand snapping up to hold your wrists together, the other one pulling out of you to unbuckle his belt. "Good boys don't disobey their orders, sweetheart." He chuckled half-heartedly.

That scratched you in the worst way possible, but before you could even react, he thrust the tip of his dick into you, stealing all the air out of your lungs. "Fucking! Ugh- Warn me!" Your nails dug onto your palm, you felt like all your body strength just disappeared into thin air.

You didn't even have time to complain about it after he thrusted fully into you, huffing at the sight of your body shaking like a leaf under him. It was adorable how your attitude went away as soon as he entered, but to be fair, you would probably be more horrified when you realized his dick made a small bump on your stomach.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead as he started moving at a fairly gentle pace. He freed your wrists to grip onto your hips, leaning forward to place comforting kisses on your neck. "Come on, let me hear those beautiful noises of yours, sweetheart."

You bit the bottom of your lip to the point of drawing blood, your hands gripping onto the bedsheets underneath to the point of your knuckles turning white. Despite your efforts, some small muffled noises still managed to escape your throat, which was enough for him to speed up his ravage with a satisfied grin.

"You're truly so, so adorable, sweetheart." He groaned, hugging you and burying his face into your collarbone. Your hand moved to grip onto his hair to try and push him away, but it barely felt like anything to him due to the lack of strength in your body. Your antics didn't last long anyways, you were already a cock-drunk moaning mess under him, and at this point, he thinks he likes you better this way.

Those thoughts made him bite your neck roughly as he threw away all self control he had, prioritizing on chasing his own pleasure instead. You wouldn't have complained if you didn't get overstimulated from that, you already came a few moments beforehand, and he didn't even give you a break from abusing your sweet spot even more.

You couldn't be bothered to try and stay quiet when you felt like you would break under him. As a warm feeling filled your stomach, you felt lightheaded as you closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down from the climax.

He pulled you into a hug, his hand patting you on the back of your head as he pulled out and rested you on your side. Before you drifted off to sleep, you felt a kiss on your cheek as he muttered something you couldn't make out.

A/N: This was supposed to be wolf X reader but I felt like writing some dilfs today, wondering if I should start writing more dilfs...

[dead-body-in-the-basement]

Deduction

[poppyflavour]

*chanting* BLUE! BLUE! BLUE! BLUE!

Blue! :P

[bunnyspine]

( ´△｀)☆

hellooooo

made another mha character!! Her quirk is short teleportation (hm well might need a better name), allowing her to teleport rapidly in a short radius, multiple times a second!

Despite her energetic and fast quirk, she's pretty sleepy and tends to forget half her gear.

[ickyguts]

couple ah sillies for the soul

[icarusredwings]

*Whispers* grab your tissues.

Thinking about Logan having a dream that his and Wade's entire relationship is a rerun of his and Kayla's, except the difference is that Wade had no one to save and instead is Victors instead There logan is. Collared and caged. He's watching as this happens AGAIN in THIS timeline, too, except.. it hurts more now because Wade doesn't have powers like Kayla. She used her powers to trick him. What wade gave him was real. At least... he thought so.. He genuienly thought that he loved him...

Logan then wakes up screaming, stabs Wade a couple times, growling, upset at him for making him think he's loveable only for his stabs to start to slow, he quietly sobs, collapsing into his bloodied chest. His shoulders shake as he cries.

Wade is trying to say something, but he can't understand him, heaving too heavily and panicking far beyond breaking point. The dream was just too real. He can't catch his breath. He can't stop snarling, his claws so deep into him that hes half way through the matress too.

It's only when Wade holds his cheek in his hand, petting his head, whispering sweet noises at him the way one would try to calm a spooked horse.

"Shhh.. shh..tchtch... hey.." he makes kissy noises, his hands moving slow and steady, the warmth of his small smile catching his eyes.

"Hey... you're alright.. shhh, you're alright. I got you... You're okay." He whispers to him, slowly pulling his head to litsen to his heart beat.

The rhythm is dull, shallow, but it seems his body is regenerating quickly enough to bring it back to proper levels. The noise regualtes him enough to start blubbering about his dream. How he left him and that all of this was a lie. He's so scared of losing him but also so angry at him for betraying him. And with his own brother??

"Yeaahh.. I thought those stabs felt personal." He mumbles, chuckling a bit only to kiss his forehead. "Does it look like im going anywhere, Peanut?"

Logan swallows, looking at how he was being held and how he was physically pinned to the bed. "..I won't let you." He mutters.

"And that's the hottest thing anyones ever said to me... Now please get your hand out of my liver... I only got one of those."

"Sorry.." as he retracts the claws and shifts to lay on Wade more with his full body, Wade happily and graciously accepts his 400 pound weighted blanket of a boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him and muffling praise. "Awww my big boy. Your wicked stupid if you think id give this up, Wolvie. Ever." He says, starting to rub his back and runs his fingers through his curls.

"Hey.. I love you, Logan."

His grip on him tightens. "...Love you too.."

"Forever?"

"As long as you'll let me, bub.."

"Awww. We gotta get that on a shirt-"

"Shut up-"

[ringaroundtheroses]

AND now pt3 of the empires fashion swap project i am doing, cod empire fashion inspired by literally nothing, cod empire didnt feel like a very fashionable empire to me lol function over fashion for them imo

[khaoray]

Why are you here? I told you I’d come. I’m keeping my promise.

[backpackingspace]

Okay so I've been thinking about @nonbinarylocalcryptid Astyanax lived/daddy odysseus au. Which is some good shit in general. Yall should check it out. But specifically I'm think about what it would be like for this child to grow up on calypso's island. He would have been what ? 3-10 there??

[lore-gore]

Headcanon: Talia is of Ukrainian, Czech, and Polish descent. Her parents, instead of going by traditional Ukrainian naming conventions, decided to dedicate one part of her name to each culture. So Natalia (Ukrainian), Maruška (Czech), and Bolinska (Polish).

[thedropsofblood]

A mole was found

Warning: Non-con, double penetration, rape, bondage, threesome, implied no aftercare, gender neutral but made with male reader in mind, rushed, not proofread, this is more like a oneshot.

If accidentally getting affiliated with the mafia is unlucky, then you would be the god of bad luck. And unfortunately for you, after being assigned to spy on the mafia for over a year, they had managed to find documents detailing their exploits, which gave them enough evidence to drag you to the torture interrogation room.

Like any normal person, you tried to resist but let's be honest, could you really fight against trained mafia members dragging you by both of your arms? Not to mention when they've been annoyed by your constant resistance, they knocked you out by smashing your head against the wall, hard enough to make you unconscious but not hard enough to kill you.

By the time that you have woken up, you were set on your knees on the floor, hands tied behind your back with a blindfold over your eyes. The position...confused you? Usually traitors would be set on a wooden chair, fully tied down with a gag in their mouth, not whatever position you are in.

You could slightly make out the layout of the room based on how the light is shining down on you, seemed like the mafia members didn't bother to give you a thicker blindfold. There is a single lightbulb over your head, otherwise most of the room is dark and quiet. In the mist of confusion, you decided to risk something, tapping your finger on the floor and pretending to be impatient in order to try to use the echos to imagine the room's layout.

The plan worked, but things didn't seem to be in your favour as the room turned out to be quite large. How could you even escape in these circumstances???

Right at that moment, you heard footsteps echoing from a direction, cutting your line of thought almost immediately. The sound is somewhat scattered, you could make out that two people are heading towards you. You feel the light shining on your blindfold getting slightly darker, someone is standing right in front of you.

You heard murmurs and whispers, a cold sweat fell down your forehead while your hands fiddled together. You figured it's the best decision to stay silent and not say anything unless you're talked to, after all there isn't any reason to give away any information about yourself.

You felt a pair of hand grips your chin, the fingers digging into your cheeks and tilting it to different angles. You assumed it was to judge your appearance, which seemed to be at least attractive since you heard an amused hum from whoever was checking you out.

You felt your waits being held, turned over to your back before your head is placed on a lap of one of the two people, your knees being held up to your shoulders. The only thing you could hear is the sound of belts buckling and your voice protesting whatever the two are trying to do to you.

You froze the moment you felt the heat of something hot right over your face, as well as the feeling of your clothes being unbuttoned. Without any warning, the warm length shoves into your mouth, causing you to gag almost instantly, tears building in your eyes.

Meanwhile underneath, two fingers were knuckles deep in your hole, stretching it open and revealing your insides to the cold air. The fingers didn't stop rearranging your insides while the length moves in your mouth, ignoring all your gags and pathetic noises.

The second length eventually enters your under hole, a pair of hands grips your hips to move you more steadily. The cock in your mouth muffles your noises, shoving deeper down your throat when the length underneath pulls out to its tip, just to ram inside you again, giving you a bulge on your lower stomach.

You were biting your underlip, trying your best to not make any noises but they kept going out of your throat without any sign of stopping. You felt so violated yet it felt so good getting your insides ruined by people you don't even know the face off, unable to fight back and vulnerable like some kind of onahole.

The cock in your mouth was pulled out, a small strand of saliva connected its tip to your lips and left a quiet pop sound. The person holding your waist suddenly held you up straight, burying the length inside you deeper and grinding it against your spot. Before you could make sense of anything, the cock positions its tip against your entrance. You tried to protest and push the first person off, it was only met by a spank on your ass and the person shoving their cock into you.

The two started going by a faster pace, each taking turns to hit your deepest spot as the person behind you pulled your head back by your hair, the person in front of you shoved two fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans and play with your tongue.

After half an excruciating hour, they finally finished inside you with a grunt. At this point, your mind was already blanked, your body sweating and twitching from the intense workout, your hole gaping even when they pulled out and tears falling down from your eyes, staining the blind fold.

You heard a few small sentences before you pass out.

"What should we do with them, boss?"

"Keep them, they're good as a stress reliever."

At least now you know that you're good in bed <3

Author note: This will get a remake due to the unsatisfactory of the plot.

[respocked]

Reblog with your Star Trek hear me outs... I'll go first

[a-cat-in-toffee]

the giggler. post belltech smokescreen

[dandelion-blues]

To Percy, Sally Jackson’s son.

Why do you stay with her?

When your bloody and bruised

When her pride almost gets you killed

Loyalty truly is a fatal flaw

Why do you smile?

Her lips are stained red

Her heart always beats for another

And you can never compare

Why do you let her use you?

Your achievements are hers

Your dreams useless to hers

Normality killed by the world she insists on making

Why do you let her mock you?

“Seaweed brain, all your plans are useless”

“Coward, admit your feelings for me before your reaped”

“It’s our ‘guy secret’ remember brain boy”

Why do you let her hurt you?

You’re stupid, a kick to the shins

Stop speaking, an elbow to the ribs

Don’t leave, a judo-flip where your mortal spot from Achilles’ curse once was

Will you die for her?

Worse, you’ll fall into Tartarus for her

Protecting her while she keeps you on your toes

Only to have to suffer and suppress yourself

How can others stand this?

Easy, you are a monster that needs to be restrained

So you try to kill yourself in poison she made you promise not to control

And Loyalty never knows abuse when it is absolute

To clarify, it’s Riordan’s Annabeth I don’t like, and when writing her, it will be as a friend, and her more extreme behavior is changed or addressed. Though, Percy is always my focus anyways. 😊

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[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Entered a local town museum's photography contest, didn't even get honorable mention. :/ really bummed. But, didn't expect much considering it's probably family voting for family. Ya know, small town nepotism at it's finest.

Here's what I entered, these are older photos from vacations but I always really liked each one for various reasons.