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chengfagshi · 5 months ago
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Thinking about Link Click x Ringing Fate crossover. Cheng Xiaoshi with Again and Lu Guang with Three. They're kinda similar. (Also watch Ringing Fate. You can watch it completely free on Youtube. And Link Click and Ringing Fate share same director)
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landofanimes · 4 months ago
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Akatsuki no Yona Musical (2024)
Author Mizuho Kusanagi's illustration in honor of yonamyu! (notice Yona and Hak were double cast)
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dilebe06 · 11 months ago
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My Top Female Characters of 2023
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jayaorgana · 9 months ago
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Anakin Skywalker vs pronouncing his daughter's first or last name correctly
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thychesters · 2 years ago
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wait a minute, for all of these poneglyphs is robin jotting down what each one says or just cataloguing them mentally? does she remember them all? because that sounds exhausting and means her power is unmatched.
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nei-ning · 6 days ago
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Throwing some Gan Ning & Lu Xun videos here too so that I won't drown you all with Blue Lock posts :'D Again same scene with same characters, just changing their places (this in second video).
I can't how Gan Ning goes all "Hoo?" while looking from them corner of his eye, tilting his head a bit! WHY YOU HAVE TO LOOK, SOUND AND MOVE LIKE THAT!? That just is so... so... AAAAHH! My heart! And Lu Xun, he just keeps reminding me of Kuroko! <3 Such a sweet boy!
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gonzodangerfeels · 3 months ago
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I just passed the artwork on the wall again.
For the 1000th time wondering why she looks like my daughter with glasses on.
I don't even have a daughter.
#I fucking swear to you I don't do this shit on purposr#maybe I really am that fucked#well if a bitch rises from the dead the dick is so delicious (Smh).....#see the problem is I actually have a conscience about things and I will project my own guilt#the name of the got hard performance said it all#the rest of the time it was what the fuck is this shit#and I wonder if there are actual people there or if it was just another gan#and with humanity .. it could be either one#although I am getting pretty close the saying the party won the hunan race and men lost#like sneaking that hot pic in on me I know what you were doing#btw that conversation where you gave that to me I hated but the pics were too good#I am like....I don't wanna send a pic .. but damn you're hot irl I know#I would like a count of how many times you said where are you located#and we will see how red your ass gets#I might make my own hand hurt for that little bit of I Love you but as your brother I am gonna make you pay#I want you to consider that#and also I will give you at least 4 orgasms for every spank too so *shrugs*#pleasure means pleasure pain means pleasure#yes I did get a case of tunnel vision#everything went a little fuzzy after that but I was awake already when I came to....your ass went night night#also I fully admit I qm ignorant yo your emotional games you do on people#ah but *I* (I am both proud because you can't do it to me...unless I want it) am your greatest challenge#at least remotely#in person I just wanna lick you like a quickly melting ice cream cone in the middle of summer#what the fuck was with my fingers in middle school#what the fuck was that shit#mutation effects certainly but only like teasing of what it was#I mean look I would go as far as I had to#uh....did they take either of you within the confines of nature and time? yes then I can get there fast if I REALLY have to#these are not pleasant experiences attached to my usage of my powers
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l0v3tast3 · 1 year ago
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SOMETHING LIKE A DEATH KISS | KEEGAN RUSS
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keegan saves you from certain death in an active warzone. after some time of being stuck in the same safehouse, he helps you let down your guard.
✎ tags: mdni! nsft, fem!reader, keegan's kinda icky in this, he calls you "kid" among other pet names, unprotected s3x, dirty talk, this is pure smut, loss of virginity
✎ word count: 1.7k words (not proofread)
✎ author's note: this has been sitting in my drafts for quite a bit lol i don't think it's my best work but i wanted to write something for keegan cuz edits of him took over my fyp for awhile (/// ̄  ̄///)
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"don't run."
keegan's impressed with you. just a few hours ago, you were so twitchy, eyes flitting every which way and muscles endlessly tensed. the gunfire he'd saved you from had you on constant high alert for days in the safehouse you were both holed up in.
now, you couldn't care less about your surroundings. not when he's sinking his cock into you centimeter by centimeter. the stretch stings, your body and your instincts clashing in wanting to buck your hips into his and wanting to squirm further up the bed. the hour that keegan spent working his tongue against your clit still wasn't enough, apparently.
"c'mon kid, you can take it," he breathes, right into your neck before he sinks his teeth in.
keegan's canines make you whimper and turn your head away, but it helps to distract you from the burning. you really didn't think his dick would fit in you- he told you not to worry about that.
your hands being pinned against the spring mattress is disguised as sweet as he intertwines his coarse fingers with yours. you know he's holding you down with that and his own weight over you to keep you from getting away. he knows you won't even try it, but he's just making sure.
"almost there, princess- doin' so good." more and more gravel grates in his voice the deeper he presses into you, while your voice gets whinier in a way he wants to hear so much more of.
your grip on his hands gets tighter when you realize that his dick isn't all the way in yet. you already feel so full, like your organs are being pushed to the sidelines to make more room for him. tears prick the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming feeling and keegan's lips spread into a bit of a grin when he sees them.
his hands were already getting harsh by the time you told him you'd never had sex. the hold he had on you had just gotten tighter, he'd kissed you rougher and promised that he would take such good care of you.
and he is, keegan would like to think, even when he pushes the last couple inches in much faster than the rest- he just can't help it when your little pussy is wrapping around him so tight and your breath is getting so shaky.
"ah-! kee-gan! haa- please-" you hiccup, brain matter practically melting out of your ears. the plea is a mix of wanting him to stay still and to start moving- you can't think well enough to figure out which option would overstimulate you more.
"aww- hah, see baby? told ya it would all fit- see, it's all here-" keegan's hand pulls yours down between your legs folded over his shoulders to press it down against your lower stomach. a cry pushes off of your tongue at the multiplied pressure. "fuck, gonna have to take you home with me, kid- this cunt was made for me."
the thought of keegan lifting your hips up and pressing his cock into you whenever he wants makes the little air you managed to get leave you lungs quick. if it means you get to feel this lava crawling through your veins again, you'd sit on his lap during the flight back home.
"yeah? hah, you want that? want me to take you with me? sweet girl- don't know what you're in for," he laughs. keegan's starting to creep his hips back, dragging his dick out of you until only the tip remained before he pushes back in a little bit faster.
"plea- mm, please- keegan, slo-w-" it's all you can do to choke out the bare minimum of your sentence when he's picking up the pace.
"what, you want me to slow down?" his patronizing tone is barely hidden. "you were doin' so well, where'd that go?"
keegan doesn't slow down but he stays at the same pace. there's some relief when he lets his hand up from your belly- he lets you regain control of the one hand and you use it to dig your nails into his forearm. you feel him cup the side of your face and he leans down until you're nose-to-nose. he looks smug.
"startin' to like it now, hm? y'just gotta listen to me, princess- i know just how to take care of you."
you know he's berating you for being nervous, but he is starting to become something you'll get addicted to. every time he bullies his cock back into you makes you believe him, believe that he knows what's best.
it's a losing battle trying to respond to him coherently. instead of wasting the little energy your body held onto, you tighten your legs around his waist and mash your lips against his. keegan groans into the sloppy kiss, hand moving to the back of your head to press you further into him.
he would swear that it's unintentional but his hips start smacking against yours, the sound evidence enough of how wet he'd made you. the hand still pinned against the bed is released in favor of grabbing your plush thigh. your knee is brought close to your face and you nearly wail.
"see? hah, what did i tell you?"
keegan's sighed words go straight over your head- he doesn't like that. he snakes his hand around and it grips your jaw, making your hazy eyes move to his.
sweat makes his face shine and his lips are cherry red; keegan's mussed hair and heavy gaze help to make him look almost as wrecked as you are. he leans over you until you can see the satisfaction of control in his eyes.
"what did i tell you?" he repeats. it's slower, demanding- enough to make you open your mouth against his hand.
as soon as you try to make a sound other than garbled moans and whines, keegan slams his hips into yours and keeps them there. the head of his cock grinds into your cervix and you choke on your air, nails drawing blood in his arms, eyes rolling back into your emptied head.
you feel the hand on your jaw jostle you a bit while he whispers patronizing sympathy, "hey, hey, stay with me kid," and "you can take me, princess, bein' such a good girl."
he keeps grinding deep into you, pressing your leg further into your chest- all your whimpers and strained pleas makes keegan's ego visibly inflate. it's something he knows he's already addicted to.
a spit out "fuck" leaves his mouth before he leans back up and effortlessly flips you over before you can even whine. it's no problem for keegan that you're body feels like it's made of jelly; you hips are hoisted up to meet his as he kneels behind you, already pushing his cock back into you.
it feels so different, like he's in your lungs now, your throat and your head. every bit of him invading every bit of you. you barely feel his hand drifting up your spine, until he reaches the back of your neck and pushes the side of your face into the mattress. when you strain your neck you can see his smile.
you cum in the span of the next few minutes, body shaking and back arching while keegan fucks you hard enough to push you up the mattress. he's groaning, muttering out more praises, how tight you are around him, how pretty you look like this, how he'll never get tired of this.
keegan slows down as the white-hot pleasure cools off inside of you. collapsing fully into the mattress, he huffs a laugh and pulls away, smacking your ass before he sits beside you against the headboard.
muscles slowly relax while you lay content- that is until about ten seconds later when keegan easily hoists you up onto his lap. once he has you situated, he lifts you up to line up the head of his cock again. he leans in close until his lips are brushing against yours. every time you try to close the tiny gap, he pulls his head back.
"ah-! you di- mmh- you didn't-?" you stutter as he pulls you down with one hand, the other wrapping around your back to press your chests together. fog still covered your brain, slow to clear; you're surprised when his stamina supersedes what you generally heard about men in the past.
he leans his head back as your hips meet again, a deep moan pulled from his chest. "shit, kid- so fuckin' tight still-" he grits out, already thrusting up into you. a whiny yelp escapes your lips before you're hanging onto his shoulders as he bounces you up and down, meeting you halfway every time.
sparks crackle in your stomach, your nerves still overly sensitive, and before you can even recover from the last orgasm you're about to cum again. he ignores your half-spoken question in favor of watching your tits bounce and groaning filthy words.
the last straw that breaks the flood in you is when he leans you back against his bent knees to fuck into you harder. you lose awareness of everything except him. keegan's keeping you grounded with his hands on you while he makes you feel so weightless, helpless against the pleasure he causes.
a growled "fuck-" is the only warning you get before keegan pulls you tight against him and buries his cock into you to grind into your cervix again. his hips stutter and his body goes taut while he chokes out moans in your ear. weak whimpers still come out of you every little bit, only serving to make his nails dig into your soft skin harder.
"fuck..." he repeats, a calm sigh this time. he lifts his head from your shoulder and takes your face in his hands. "fuck, baby, you're comin' home with me."
keegan kisses you and you kiss him back in agreement.
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multi-fandoms-posts · 3 months ago
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Uninvited Guest
Just Wade ist Wade, i don't need to say more
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It’s a quiet afternoon in a small bar on the edge of town. Logan sits, as usual, at the counter, a half-empty beer in hand, when the door flies open with a loud bang. And of course, it’s Wade, barging in—loud, chaotic, and impossible to miss.
“Lo-gan!” Wade shouts with exaggerated emphasis as he storms into the bar. “My favorite mutant! How’s it going in love paradise?”
Logan rolls his eyes. “What do you want, Wade? I really don’t have the patience for your nonsense today.”
Wade ignores him and sits down right next to him, far too close for Logan’s liking. “Oh, nothing much, my best friend and role model! I just heard that you’ve got… how should I put it… someone special.” Wade grins widely and nudges Logan with his elbow.
Logan takes a sip of beer and says nothing.
“Oh, come on!” Wade continues. “I mean, Y/N? Really? So, she’s the one? I never thought the big, bad Wolverine would find a woman who could—what’s the saying?—‘tame’ him.”
Logan growls softly, glaring at Wade. “That’s none of your business, Wade.”
“Oh, but it is!” Wade counters, making an overly dramatic face. “You have no idea how much this touches my heart. The indestructible Logan… has a heart! And seriously—how gentle are you with her? Do you, like… hold hands?” Wade laughs loudly and claps his hands.
Logan remains silent, but his eyes glint dangerously.
“Or even better!” Wade’s eyes sparkle as he keeps going. “Do you give her little forehead kisses? Don’t tell me you’re the type to whisper ‘I love you’ before going to bed.” Wade rolls his eyes theatrically and makes a kissing gesture in the air. “Mwah, goodnight, bunny.”
Logan’s fist tightens around the beer glass, but he holds himself back.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Wade suddenly exclaims, as if something amazing just occurred to him. “You buy her flowers, don’t you? Come on, Logan, are you the type who buys roses with little notes? ‘For the most beautiful woman in the world’ or some romantic crap like that?”
“Wade,” Logan growls, “if you keep this up, I’m going to break every bone in your body.”
Wade’s grin only grows wider. “Yesss, that’s the Logan I know! But come on, you can’t fool me. You turn into a real teddy bear around her, don’t you? I mean, everyone sees it. You’re different when she’s around. You’ve probably even started talking in that deep, soft voice. Something like: ‘Y/N, darling, what do you want for dinner tonight? I’ll cook whatever you like!’” Wade tries to mimic Logan’s deep voice, laughing so loudly that the other patrons glance their way.
Logan releases the glass and turns to Wade. “I swear, Wade, if you say one more word, you’ll be carried out of here.”
“Ah, Logan, just relax!” Wade says cheerfully. “I bet Y/N makes you smile. She makes you soft. So soft that you” Wade pauses dramatically. “use your claws for something other than fighting, huh?”
That was too much. With a furious growl, Logan lunges at Wade, grabbing him by the collar as his claws snap out of his hands with a loud *snikt*. Wade raises his hands, but his grin remains unshaken.
“Whoa, hey! Easy, tiger. I’m just saying… do you use the claws in bed? Like… you know, for special moments? Maybe Y/N likes a little scratching? Or…” Wade looks curiously at the sharp claws. “…do you use them to tear the sheets when things get hot?”
Logan’s eyes blaze with fury, and he holds his claws dangerously close to Wade’s face. “One more word, Wade. Just one more, and I’ll make sure you’re sipping meals through a straw for weeks.”
Wade swallows, but his smile doesn’t waver. Logan lets him go and sits back down.
But Wade continues. “And when you’re home, you probably cook her a romantic dinner, huh? Play soft music, light candles, and then…” Wade pauses, giving Logan an exaggeratedly serious look. “Do you sing together? Tell me, Logan, what do you sing? *‘I Will Always Love You’*?”
Logan grabs Wade by the collar again, pulling him so close that their noses nearly touch. “One more word, Wade. Just one.”
Wade grins. “So you don’t like that? Okay, okay! I’ll stop. But come on! Deep down, you know I’m right. Y/N has changed you. You’re a whole different person now. Almost… human.”
Logan abruptly lets go of Wade. “You have no idea, Wade. No idea what Y/N means to me. So stop making your dumb jokes before I do something we’ll both regret.”
Wade sits back up and rubs his neck. “Wow, so protective. Romantic, Logan. Really romantic. But seriously aren’t you at least going to introduce me to her?”
“Never,” Logan says flatly. “As long as I’m breathing, you won’t get anywhere near her.”
Wade shrugs and stands up. “Alright, alright. But if you ever need couples therapy or some tips on how to keep a relationship exciting, you know where to find me.”
Logan rolls his eyes, sits back down, and reaches for his beer. “Get out, Wade.”
“Already on my way,” Wade says cheerfully, heading for the door. “But don’t forget, Logan: The next step is probably moving in together, right? Oh, or getting married! Wolverine in a suit—I’d love to see that!”
Wade looks back over his shoulder and calls out, “See you soon, lover boy!”
The door closes, and Logan shakes his head. “What did I ever do to deserve someone like him in my life?”
But deep down, he knows that, as annoying as Wade is, he doesn’t really mean any harm. Still, Wade will never meet Y/N. Not in a million years.
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chengfagshi · 9 months ago
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Lightyears by Fiji Blue (Ringing Fate ED)
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landofanimes · 4 months ago
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Akatsuki no Yona Musical 
Girls News photos | Tokyo, July 2024
Yona and Hak are double cast. The dress rehearsal, open for press pictures, featured Aya Akane as Yona and Keisuke Kaminaga as Hak.
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blindmagdalena · 1 year ago
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Trick & Treat
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18+ 2.1k Dullahan!Homelander x F!Reader. established relationship, body horror, dirty talk, cunnilingus, cream pie. written for monsterlander mania
A world in which all supes are the results of humans experimenting on one another with the blood of Fae from the Seelie Courts. Homelander is one such amalgamation, and as a result of his Gan Ceann blood, he has a particularly neat party trick to show you. 
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Homelander always kisses you like he means to devour you. You’re certain he could, especially when your teeth touch the sharp juts of his canines. Never do they seem more like fangs than when he’s dragging them along your throat, licking the salt from your skin with a wicked, hungry noise.
��You said you were going to show me a trick,” you remind him with a giggle, carding your fingers through his hair.
“Mmmm, that I did,” he hums, walking into you, forcing you backwards until the back of your legs bump his bed. You laugh as he gives you a gentle push, sending you down onto the plush bedding with a bounce. “Think you can handle it? It’s an awfully spooky trick,” he warns, those fangs of his flashing in a brilliantly white smile.
Sitting up, you scoot forward on the bed so that you can begin working his belt loose. “I’ve handled everything else you’ve thrown at me, haven’t I?”
Dating Homelander has more or less been a gauntlet of how many strange quirks you can endure from a single partner. You’ve grown accustomed to his fussiness when it comes to the rules of hospitality, his severe aversion to any and all iron, his penchant for milk–he likes it best when you leave it out for him unprompted–and most importantly of all, his deep love of jokes and trickery.
“True,” he supposes, cupping either side of your face. He strokes the rise of your cheeks, smiling down at you with the kind of tenderness that makes your stomach flip.
Returning his smile, you tug at the zipper of his pants, but he stops you. “Ah ah ah. I’ll be the one giving you head tonight, missy. But first,” he says, which tells you he most definitely has a scheme in mind. “Undress for me.”
Huffing a playful breath, you withdraw your hands and instead pull off your own shirt. You shimmy out of your pants and underthings next, leveling Homelander with an expectant look once you’re fully undressed. He lets out a low whistle, leaning down to kiss you. “It’s like a self-opening present. Never gets old,” he says, nipping at your bottom lip.
“What’s the trick?” You ask, bouncing lightly on the bed. 
He laughs. “So impatient! Fine, fine, alright, Christ,” he says, reaching up to the collar of his suit. He unzips a concealed zipper, and tugs the opening loose. Watching you, he places both hands flat over his temples, and gives you one last lingering look, lips curled in a devious grin. “Y’ready?”
Apprehension crawls into your gut and nestles there, your own smile faltering slightly. “Ready…”
You jump when he snaps his head to the side with a strange sound. It almost sounded like the tear of velcro, and before you can question what the hell it was, the wind is knocked completely from you when he lifts his head clean off his neck. No connective tissue, no blood, no gore. He simply holds his head up like a trophy, the bottom of it an empty, black abyss.
“Surprise!” He says, his disembodied head still grinning as he suddenly holds it out to you.
You scream, scrambling back on the bed, your eyes wide. “What the fuck! Oh my god, what the fuck? What the fuck, Homelander!?”
He starts laughing, kneeling on the bed. “Whaaat? I thought you liked tricks,” he says, placing his head on the bed while he adjusts his collar. “Yeah, we don’t advertise this one too much. Freaks people out,” he says, rolling his eyes. It’s beyond surreal to watch him emote like this, his neck cushioned by the bedding while his body continues to operate behind him.
Mouth agape, you continue to stare at him, a morbid curiosity slipping in amidst the horror. “How… How is this possible?”
“Same bullshit that makes flight and laser vision possible,” he says, watching you. It takes you a moment, but beyond the perverse enjoyment of your shock, you’re sure you see a flicker of apprehension in his expression. He’s waiting, you realize.
Waiting to see how you’ll respond. If you’ll reject him.
These are often the stages of your relationship with Homelander. He parts the curtain of himself bit by bit, daring you to flee with each confession about his existence. This is by far the most alarming reveal so far.
“Does it hurt?” You ask, the tension in your body easing.
He looks surprised, as if no one has ever asked him that before. Behind him, his body shrugs. “Uh, nope. Feels like stretching.”
“This is insane,” you say, crawling towards his head. Of all the things supes are capable of, you’ve never seen anything like this.
His smile slowly returns. “Pick me up.”
Your expression blanches. “What?”
“C’mon! Pick me up. Gimme a kiss,” he says, puckering his lips, coaxing you with kissy sounds.
Oh god.
“I…” You sigh. “...Alright, I’ll… Okay. Let me just…” You slip your hands behind his jaw, cupping the back of his neck, using your thumbs to brace him from tipping forward. “Oh, god, okay, I don’t want to drop–your head is really heavy,” you grunt, surprised by the density of it.
“Thirteen pounds, baby,” he confirms proudly.
“I was sure all the hot air would lessen the load,” you say, hefting him up to your eye level.
“Veeery funny,” he drawls. “Kissy time.”
After one last beat of hesitation, you lean in, bringing him close as you do. Closing your eyes, kissing him feels like it always does. His lips are as hungry for yours as ever, coaxing them into a dance. If not for the weight of all thirteen pounds of his head in your hands, you might forget anything was different at all.
Distracted, you don’t notice the bed dip behind you until you feel Homelander’s gloved hands on you, pulling your back to his chest, startling you. “God,” you gasp as you look back, a shiver running up your spine at the image of his headless torso poised behind you. “That is so fucking scary,” you say, returning your gaze to his head in your hands.
“Relax, babe,” he purrs, licking his lips. “You got your trick. It’s only fair you get a treat now.”
“What do you–oh!” You startle at the press of his fingers between your thighs, grip tightening on his skull. “You seriously want to–to fool around like this?” You ask, unable to do anything but fall back against his chest while his fingertips stroke your clit, his other hand sliding up your side, cupping your breast.
“Do I seriously want to eat your pretty pussy while I fuck you? Uh, yeah. I do,” he says, which admittedly lights a spark right at your core. “C’mon, sweetheart. Like this,” he says, taking his hand from your chest to grab a handful of his own hair, pushing your hold on him down, bringing his head between your legs. He nudges your knees further apart with his own, and brings himself close enough to drag his tongue over your clit, glancing up to watch you shiver, the glint in his eyes downright wicked.
“This is so weird,” you say, but it fades off into a moan as his tongue swirls. He only stops so that he can suck his own fingers into his mouth, thoroughly wetting them before he returns to licking your clit while his spit-slick fingers stroke your cunt, rubbing back and forth a moment before slowly sliding in.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, hips jerking. “Oh, ffffuck…”
It’s almost like being in bed with two different people at once. Homelander is as voracious as ever, licking and sucking every drop that spills from you. You feel his tongue lap at where your pussy is stretched around his fingers before dragging back to your clit, lips closing on it while the pointed tip of his tongue swirls.
“That’s it,” he says between the drags of his tongue. “Taste so fuckin’ good, babe. Ready for me?” He asks, slipping his fingers free. You’re not left hanging for long, the wet head of his cock eagerly nudging your pussy. He moans at that first hot press, giving a playful little growl as he nuzzles against your cunt, sucking hungrily at your clit.
“Yeah, yes, yes, m’ready,” you pant, thighs shaking. His head is getting heavy, but his tongue feels too good to let go of, or even adjust. “Don’t stop, keep–keep doing that.” He eagerly complies, humming against you while the head of his cock splits you open in one slow delicious slide.
You’ve had his head between your legs, and you’ve had the fullness of him inside you, but never could you have imagined both at once. The sheer heat of him is overwhelming, and you shudder bodily against him. His arms move to either side of you, and he nudges your hands out of the way, taking his head from them and relieving you of the weight.
“Touch me,” he groans against you, bracing you firmly in place within the bracket of his arms. You do so readily, slipping one hand into his hair while your other falls to his thigh, gripping it tight. He snaps his hips harder, knocking a moan out of you as he picks up a rhythm, his tongue never once faltering. Your breaths grow pitchier the faster he moves, his arms giving you nowhere to squirm, no reprieve while he fucks and devours you to his hearts content.
All you can do is hold on.
“I-I’m gonna come,” you whine, struggling to get the words out with the way each crack of his hips knocks the breath from you, edging you closer and closer to your climax.
“Me too,” he murmurs, though you feel it more than you hear it. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Do it. Wanna taste it when you come on my cock.”
“Fuck, fuck, Homelander, Homelander!” You cry, your nails biting into the fabric of his suit, yanking hard on his hair as your body locks up. The orgasm that hits is torrential, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. Your thighs shake, and if not for Homelander’s arms braced on either side of you, holding you tight to his chest, you’d collapse. 
All the while he sucks and licks you through it, fucking greedily into your quivering pussy, gasping hot and wet against your clit as he comes, too, fucking it into you as deep as he can while lapping up whatever spills on his tongue.
You sink back against him, loose-limbed and shuddering. Every pass of his tongue earns a jerky little thrust from you, the wet slide of it creating a burst of little aftershocks of pleasure.
Eventually, overstimulation begins to edge out your enjoyment. “Okay,” you rasp, giving his hair a gentle tug at the same time you pat his thigh. “Okay, good, good boy, that was… Fuck.”
Homelander pulls off of your clit with a pop, humming a pleased little purr. You completely collapse against him as he lifts his arms from you–lifting them over your head like the bars on a rollercoaster–and takes his head with him as he does. You hear a shuffle of fabric, and then an odd kind of crunch not unlike the one you heard when he first popped it off.
“Mmmmm…” He sighs, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling at your neck. As he tenderly kisses up your neck, it's good to feel his lips where you expect them to be relative to his body again. “God, I’ve been thinkin’ about that for awhile,” he says, nipping playfully at your ear.
“I can confidently say that I had never once considered that,” you say, your words half slurred. You barely feel like your own head is attached after how hard you came.
He laughs, the heat of his breath on your ear giving you goosebumps. “Think you’d do it again?” He asks, voice pitched low and wicked, but you can hear the slight edge to his voice. You’ve been with him long enough to know that he wants to know that you liked it. That you like him. 
You turn to look at him over your shoulder, and you can’t help but smile. You kiss him, licking the shared taste of you both from his lips. He squeezes a little moan out of you, hugging you like he’ll never let you go.
“Yeah,” you say softly, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. Part of you is surprised you don’t feel some kind of seam. “In a heartbeat.”
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graves-doodles · 1 year ago
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So what if… 👉👈 I made all these Link OCs and didn't know what to do with them, so I decided to make them all meet or something idk and this is a meet the squad kinda post...?
Keeping this unbelievably abridged, they'll probably get their own individual posts or somethin' Garo Mask- I feel like I introduced this man so many times. But this guy? Honestly he's the only Link here actively fighting both Ganondorf and Zelda by the end of his story. Crow- He lost his Zelda and she gave him the Triforce of Wisdom before she went and the Zelda who replaced her is holding the Triforce of Power (Gan has Courage, what fun a Ganonfriend!) also he is in fact a bird sometimes. Doctor- He has the full Triforce but at the cost of being held hostage at the castle for like a century being used as a power source before Ganondorf unknowingly freed him. The process dyed his hair and fingers from so much use so he hides his hands. Semi-evil Zelda since it was her ancestor who did that to him but she has the thought of getting him back to continue more and more often Neon- The man, the beloved, the reluctant, what can I say Nightlight- Unfortunately… I havent really got his back story yet, so he's just here to hang out? Snake (and Mint)- A baby boy! He's just a lil guy! His Hyrule isn't in any real danger though Ganondorf, the mongoose lookin mf, does snap and whine a lot at Zelda, owl coded Queen beloved Earth- one of the newer ones, this guy is just tired af. He is just the princess's body guard because there's already a Hero running around, thats what happens when you wake up in a completely different era after a long nap trapped in the ground Plants- Small baby, shy child. His Hyrule has absolutely no problems fr fr. Him, Zelda, and Ganondorf all hang out together regularly via them visiting him. He is the forest sage after all, he doesn't want to leave the temple grounds for anything. Just in case. Wrangle- Ah, he falls in with Nightlight where Im not entirely sure of a story for him yet. But! He's the only one here besides Snake who has a companion! Bonnie is such a lil sweetheart!
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bigsoftmarshmallow · 5 months ago
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Ganondorf Coraline AU
It had started so gradual. Being the Desert King's wife was something to begin with, especially not being a Gerudo. In the beginning, you had done your best to avoid him, the man with the sharp amber eyes, but he had decided from the moment he saw you that you alone would be his wife. He had hunted you down on your journey across Hyrule and the lands, courting you, showing off his strength, giving gifts, doing all in his power to make you fall for him. In the end, it worked. You fell in love, you married, and you moved to the Gerudo Desert with him. The Gerudo respected you as the King's bride, and you did your best to learn how to govern and help your newly gotten people.
When did it all change?
When did Ganondorf's eyes go from staring at only you to staring at the lands of Hyrule? When did his voice go from speaking about how good you looked and how much he loved you to how to conquer the neighboring Kingdom and it's allies? When did his side of the bed grow so empty?
You tried to fight against it, of course. You tried to ensure you spent dinners together, went on walks, gave him your love, time, and patience, did everything a wife should.
Seems your love meant nothing in the light of his growing ambitions.
After being cast aside for the umpteenth time by your "busy" husband, you sat in your shared bedroom, looking at the various items of times past. The loneliness was a cold ache inside your chest, and if you sat longer in the empty bedchambers you feel you might do something drastic.
Finally leaving the chambers, you wander the temple that you called home. Servants and guards nod their heads to you, respectful but quiet. Deciding to visit the ancestral library within the temple walls, you walk down into the depths of the temple to the large room, where wall to wall stacks of books awaited. Books from all over the lands as well as many handmade by Gerudo and former royals of the Desert decorated the room, some covered in dust from lack of use.
As you come close to one of the older bookcases, you stumble from a raised stone on the ground, knocking yourself into it. A muffled click was heard as your body slams against the bookcase. You quickly right yourself as the bookcase moves over by a foot or two, revealing a passageway behind it. Your eyes glimmer, a secret to discover sparking some mischief and life into you. Quickly, you go through and follow the steps down a circular motion, before standing before a rather ornate door. The air feels charged here, you taking notice of the magic in the air. Your hand goes against the door, and it opens automatically, as if waiting for you.
Inside the room stands a massive mirror, where ancient words of बटननेत्रेभ्यः सावधानाः भवन्तु was engraved in the darkened wood above it. You step inside the room, the air feeling cold and feeling watched. Your eyes wander over the mirror, breathless and curious, before stumbling back as an image takes form. The details surface, and standing there was a mirror image of your husband, the Great King of the Desert, Ganondorf Dragmire. The only difference was instead of his ever-so-sharp amber eyes, was a pair of buttons, darker than any black you've seen. Though he had no pupils, you could feel that his sight was strictly on you, exactly how your husband used to look at you while he was courting you.
"Ah, my dear," The strange mirror image of your husband's voice rumbles from the mirror, resonating in the quiet chamber. "You've found your way to me at last."
"You... You've been expecting me?" You ask, confused and curious, "Who are you?"
"I've been expecting you all my existance, my wife." The being smiled, that half smirk of a smile that Ganondorf always gave when he spoke with you, "I am the Other King, the King of the Mirror World. To you, however... I am your Other Husband. You may call me Gan, as to not confuse me with... your spouse in the temple above."
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ganonfan1995 · 2 months ago
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DSAU: Companion
Turmali was the largest coastal city and the westernmost settlement of Gerudo. Originally built as a port, it served as a gateway for countries that lay far beyond the sea. The kingdoms of Ikana and Labrynna were the most frequent visitors, bringing with them pottery, gold, wines, and oil. Along with these goods, they also brought cats—not through intentional means, but as incidental passengers. The cats had been highly valued aboard the large ships for pest control and cherished for their companionship during the long voyages. It wasn’t long before one or more of those cats found their way off the ships and into the homes of Turmali locals. Eventually, few became many, and many became lots. Before anyone even noticed, the cats became a novelty of the docks.
Gan adored the cats, dedicating a large portion of his time to caring for them—feeding them, performing health checks on a select few that required extra attention, and ensuring their overall well-being. The cats, in turn, adored Gan, gathering in small groups around his feet the moment they spotted him.
But one cat, in particular, held a special place in his heart: a small ticked tabby the color of amber and rust. Her coat was long but thin, and she had two wide eyes greener than all the rest.
“This—” Gan had said, scooping the cat into his arms. “—is Kotta.” Kotta nuzzled against Gan’s chin, purring loudly and playfully tugging at his robe with delighted little claws. “My mother is sensitive to her hair, so Kotta isn’t usually allowed in the villa. But sometimes, when she’s not home, I sneak her into my room for the night.” He leaned forward to introduce the little cat to Zelda.
Zelda’s eyes widened as she cautiously reached out a hand, and Kotta responded with enthusiastic head-butting against her palm.
“She’s so soft!” Zelda exclaimed, her gentle, unpracticed hands petting Kotta affectionately between the ears.
“She’s the friendliest one out of them all,” Gan said, a smile lighting up his face. His tone held a warmth that Zelda found comforting. “I raised her from a kitten, so she likes me more than the other cats. She’s the only one who lets me pick her up.”
Zelda tilted her head curiously. “Oh, do cats not like to be held very much?”
“Some do, if they live in homes. Most that live by the docks prefer to stay on the ground. But since Kotta knows me, she feels safe being held and handled.”
Kotta melted against Gan’s chest, purring and nuzzling against him, clearly content in her role as his companion.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever pet a cat before…”
“Really?”
“My father preferred hounds, and they didn’t always get along with cats.”
Gan raised an eyebrow. “Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hound and a cat that didn’t get along before.” He motioned to a corner of the docks with a tilt of his chin. There, basking in the sun, lay a slender dog—more leg than anything else—stretched out and soaking up every ray of warmth. In its shadow, a cluster of kittens snuggled against its back. Zelda’s eyes widened in astonishment.
“They’re friends!” she exclaimed, delight lighting up her face.
“If they grow up together, they’ll form close bonds,” Gan explained. “Most of the dogs here work alongside the cats, sharing their lives and meals, which helps them become friends.”
Gan smiled softly as he gently passed the drooling, purring Kotta to Zelda. “Here, she’ll let you hold her if you’d like. She’s a really big suck.”
“Oh! Ah—sure!” Zelda cradled her arms as if receiving a newborn, and Kotta nestled comfortably between them. The small cat with the big green eyes looked up at Zelda, blinking softly as her paws kneaded the air.
“She likes you!” Gan observed, scritching Kotta under her chin.
“Really?”
“Yeah, when they close their eyes like that, it means they trust you.”
“I like you too, Kotta!” Zelda said, matching Gan’s softness in her voice and blinking slowly in return.
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skyloftian-nutcase · 8 months ago
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I've figured out who most of your oc Links are, but not all of them, do you have a list with all of them somewhere? They all seem really fun :)
*squealing* AH YES THANK YOU FOR ASKING :D
I actually don't have a list of them all together, the closest I had was a post I made about their Hero titles, so I'll just do it here! :D
Orik/Link, Hero of Power - Half-Sheikah, Half-Hylian. Raised in Sheikah culture as a warrior, helps protect the royal family. Becomes friends with Princess Zelda as he's often assigned to protect the castle and she's essentially imprisoned there by her father. Falls in love with the Gerudo chief's daughter, Hemisi. Starts to get involved with Hemisi's family, including her father, Ganondorf, but things fall apart when Gan decides to ruin everything and try to steal the Triforce. It splits, predictably, and Link gets the Triforce of Courage. Fights in the ensuing war that breaks out and helps defeat Ganon, using the Triforce alongside Zelda (Wisdom) and Hemisi (Power) to split his soul and seal him away. Despite being engaged to Hemisi, the damage to Hyrule from the war forces him to marry Zelda instead to help stabilize the kingdom. Soft spoken, extremely duty oriented, kindhearted and sensitive with a playful nature that usually stays hidden unless he's with friends. Super light blonde hair that he usually keeps in a top knot, tan skin, red eyes. He has two names, Orik is his Sheikah name given by his father, Link is his Hylian name from his mother. Predecessor to Hyrule Warriors Link.
Link, Hero of Shadow - Whereas the Hero of Power is from the Calamity timeline, Shadow is from the TotK timeline! (spoiler talk ahead!) Same Link, slightly different life. Still half-Sheikah half-Hylian, started his journey as a warrior/assassin of the royal family much younger and met Hemisi much younger. Was officially engaged to Hemisi before the war ever started, and essentially adopted by Ganondorf and Nabooru as a result. Died during the war protecting Rauru from a killing blow from Ganondorf. He died in Gan's arms, begging him to stop the insanity, and then stabbed Gan with a light shard in his chest, which Rauru later used in the same fight to seal him away for 10k years. Is resurrected by Ganondorf's power 10k years later and is under his control, trying to fight against him through manipulation. Much more stoic than his Calamity counterpart, but also consequently more sensitive and childlike - he's been serving as a fighter since he was 12 and is a little emotionally stunted as a result. He is majorly attention starved, and Gan knows this. They both try to manipulate each other to see who wins out. Died when he was 15.
Mystery Link/Sir Edgy, Hero of Spirits - The eldest and most introverted of all the OC Links, he's 25 and 100% Done with Destiny. He went on his first adventure when he was 17, saving the world, and then went on to save other lands and lately help local areas out. He prefers smaller missions, enjoying seeing the impact it makes, but he's honestly just tired and too afraid to lose anything or anyone else. As a result, he self isolates a lot. It's just him and his trusty chocolate Labrador, who he technically named Friend because he sucks at names but he gives her every nickname under the sun, including the Chocolate Chonkster. He originally wielded the Triforce of Courage during his first adventure, and returned it with all the Triforce pieces when he was done. He lives in the woods, avoiding interacting with people as much as possible, until Princess Zelda starts searching for him because she senses danger and accidentally splits the Triforce. She knows she has to find the Hero of Hyrule, but no one knows of Link's location or if he's even still alive after disappearing for eight years. He lives simply and is always on the road. Major attachment issues. When the Triforce splits due to Zelda's mishap, he inherits the Triforce of Wisdom, a fact he keeps hidden, though he laments it's appropriate he lost the right to Courage. Is known as the Hero of Spirits because he can interact with magical spirits, including accidentally reviving Ghirahim (he tried to get rid of the sword by throwing it into a volcano but it bounced off a Goron's head and landed in a hot spring and Ghirahim liked the place so much he stayed there for a year) and meeting the Soul of the Hero. Is very sassy, because dark humor and deadpanning are what preserve his cold, isolated soul. That and playing with Friend. Blonde hair tied back in a little ponytail, lighter skin, blue eyes, with a whisp of hair floating over his forehead and off to the side, and a thin mustache. He's a heartbreaker wherever he goes and he is not a fan of the attention, so he tries to avoid that. Has a fan club in another country when his shirt half tore off during a battle. Doesn't want to talk about it.
Gerudo Link/Fancy Hands - An honorary member of the OC Link club, this boy was named Link to save him from the fate of all other male Gerudos up to this point. Yeah. He's Ganondorf. But he's nice! And he is a massuer by trade. Lives in the same Hyrule/world as Mystery Link. Is dragged into adventure when Princess Zelda goes hunting for the Hero of Hyrule and does so by visiting every single person named Link, which is like... half the kingdom. Link knows of his people's history and tries to keep it on the down low. 100% did not want to dragged into this, but here he is. Will sass Zelda into oblivion as vengeance. He is literally the sassiest Link on this list. He and Mystery Link eventually commiserate and bond over this. Doesn't think himself worthy of the name Link, but admires the Heroes of the past and tries to keep his head down so Destiny leaves him the heck alone. Has loving parents and he writes to them often. Owns a business! The most financially successful Link ever, is decked out in jewelry and half the kingdom adores his work. Might be guilty of tax evasion. 19 years old, dark skin and flaming red hair that he keeps in a braid. Golden eyes, glams himself up with jewelry but he doesn't wear rings so his hands are free for massages. Wears typical Hylian attire.
Lurelin Link, Hero of Champions - A native to Lurelin Village, this Link was born in the aftermath of the Great Calamity. He is the new Hero chosen by the goddesses after Link, Hero of the Wild, was killed by the Calamity. The Hylian Champion stays as a spirit, befriending Lurelin Link to protect him and try to give him emotional support when the time comes. Lurelin is very sweet and somewhat naive, starts his adventuring at 15. He's good at reading people, very empathetic. Adores fishing and is an expert and will talk your ear off about it. Can be timid, doesn't like being in an argument/confrontation with someone. Will fight beasts like a pro, though - he is an adrenaline junkie, he adores adventuring with his spirit friend. Tan skin, black spiky hair that he keeps in a ponytail, optimistic and loving and kind. His biggest challenge yet has been trying to convince his predecessor's father, a bitter and broken knight named Abel, to believe he's the new Hero and tell him where the Master Sword is.
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