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FIRES OF SHAO LAO.

lin lie x f!reader x shao lao 🐉🔥 NSFW

syn: once a month on the full moon, shao lao possesses your club member, lin lie. on a uni camping trip, you get chased through the forests and pinned down by lin; whose fuelled with the fires of shao lao. his only desire? to fill you with the seed of god's and men's

tgs: bdsm, powerplay, hunter/prey, cunnilingus (fem reciving), breeding kink, oviposition, laying an egg, dubcon(?), brat/brat tamer dynamics, possesion, lin physically over powers reader, p n v, freaky and cringe

an: after days of trying to figure out a new, unique lin lie fic w a fresh story (that was different from the others), I finally found it. the Adam warlock fic is becoming my longest one yet, it's a enemies to lovers slow burn and it's taking some time to cook up!! so I thought in the mean time I'd drop another lin fic for the covettes (if ur waiting for the Adam fic ur gonna have to wait longer!!) yes this is inspired by the nessa barrett pornstar edit of lin on tiktok BARELY PROOF READ

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Your university's Mythology club put together a fun camping trip. There were 16 of you in total in the club, split between 9 girls and 7 boys. You knew that one of the members, Lin Lie, had a crush on you. It was obvious from the longing gazes he threw your way when he thought you weren't looking, or how the cute brunette would come up to talk to you after club meetings, running hands through his soft black hair, staring at you with those sweet brown eyes.

He was so handsome, you'd admit. He was large and muscular, though he tried to hide it under various dark sweaters. His hands were about as big as your head. His presence was strong, secure, and safe. You always let out a relaxed sigh whenever he was around. Uni is borderline hectic. All these kids start off their lives as fresh "adults" lacking the maturity of middle schoolers. Or at least, that's how you'd describe the men.

Lin Lie was a breath of fresh air. He was responsible, protective, and incredibly aware of his surroundings and social standing. He was the guy you'd flock to find at a frat party, and even if you didn't talk to him at it, you always made sure you were in his line of sight. You had no time for childish men, or any sort of relationship at all. You had a Bachelors to earn.

But still, you let the handsome Chinese man in your class talk you up. He was flirty and confident at times, unearthing a side of him you didn't know out side of the quiet, responsible one. There was something wild flickering behind his eyes. And you let him entertain you with it. It got to the point where you started getting giddy whenever he was around, already knowing what he was preparing to say, and how he would lean in close to say it.

So when this trip came around, you and many women of the club almost said no to going. That was the case, until Lin Lie decided to come along. That's when all 16 members decided to pitch in, instead of the original 6 that were planning to go. Being the woods with a bunch of nerdy uni boys sounded ass. Being in the woods with uni boys and the strong, masculine Lin Lie? Hell, that scale balanced over quick.

Lin Lie was popular.

Not that he'd agree. He was one of the popular loners, mysterious and incredibly fine, living a quiet and busy lifestyle. You similarly fit the description, but that's only because you were in so many clubs.

You remember the drive there, your club leader, Peter Parker, Lin's closet friend, had rented a bus for everyone to take everyone to the camping grounds. Oddly, as you got on the bus, you were hoping for Lin to sit next to you, but he didn't. In fact, he didn't even look at you. Unlike him, he sat all the way in the far back, his navy colored hood resting high down on his forehead. He looked pale, and he almost immediately fell asleep at the back.

You hummed. You leaned forward to the seats next to you, tapping your clubmate on the head. The blonde turned around, his honey golden eyes flickering with annoyance. You spoke, "Hey... What's up with Lin today? Doesn't he seem... kind of sad?"

"I dunno. Peter said something about him being ill..." He murmured.

"Aw damn. If he was sick, he should've stayed at the dorms... Poor guy," you whispered.

Another clubmate chimed, shaking his head, "Hell no. Lin can't stay home cause then the girls wouldn't wanna go."

The blonde classmate chuckled, "Yeah! I swear if the girls bailed I'd strange, em."

As if he could.

You couldn't careless about their convo after that, softly glazing back at his groggy form, how his arm twitched in his sleep. Your eyes softened, sadness dwelling in your body as you stared at soft eyebags under his eyes. Still you couldn't crack a tender smile. "Responsible as ever, Lin... You always sacrifice yourself for others," your heart grows warm.

Maybe if he keeps it up, you might fall for him. You chuckle sadistically to yourself, turning back around and plugging in headphones. Preparing yourself for the rest of the trip.

The view of the countryside from the windows were gorgeous, as you followed from the busy city to endless rolling hills to dense greenery with the charmastic, singing crickets. When the bus stopped at the campsite. You found yourself engulfed in fallen autumn leaves, orange and green leaves singing in the lulling wind, as the middle of autumn was quickly approaching. The sun was low in the sky, as the club quickly set up camp for the night.

After dinner, poorly made steak and salad by the guys (food you noticed Lin did not eat), Peter gathered us all up by the fireplace. He grinned with an ecstatic expression, "Myth-busters!" The shoddy name Peter made for the club, "As you all know, for the past weeks, we have been going over Greek Mythology. Now, today we are here because this is the perfect season to view Ursa Major! Ursa Major heavily conmected to the Greek myth, associated with the story of Callisto, a nymph transformed into a bear by the great and powerful Zeus," He called on.

The club cheered and dummed excitedly, and you too couldn't help but be swayed by his words. The sun was beginning to set. Peter pointed to the mountain behind us, "That mountain leads to a cliff clearing where we can see the beautiful constellation in full. We're gonna hike there."

The club was a mixed group of cheers and boos, but Peter paid no mind. "Here's the deal. We're going to split into pairs. We're gonna need a pair system to make sure all of us are heading up! It's gonna get dark out here, so there's no way in hell I'd let any of you get injured," he huffed. "So everyone, let's pack up our gear and get into groups," he cheered.

You stood along with the buzzing crowd, already giggling as you exchanged looks with a few clubmates. You already knew you wanted Lin. You nonchalantly rushed on over to him, your hands behind your back as you cleared your throat. "Hey, Lin. Why don't we be buddies," you asked.

He flinched at the sound of your voice, never turning around to face you. He stood there silently for a second, his shoulders tense, his hand grabbing onto his wrist. He cleared his throat, his voice gravelly and cold, "No. Someone's gotta watch the setup... Peter chose me."

"A-Ah," even you couldn't bear the sudden ice he was throwing your way. You almost dreaded the words, as you knew he didn't want to talk anymore, "You okay... Lin?"

He winces, "Just a cold."

"Ah... Hah. Well... Get well soon?" Your confusion is imminent as you rejoin the group.

Everyone had already split into groups, save Peter, who was the hike guide. And with the odd number now that Lin's out, you were all alone. Peter noticed the mellow aura about you, as his eyes nervously flickered from Lin to you. He had this knowing look on his face. He gulped with a nervous laugh, patting your shoulder, "He gets moody when he's really sick! Ah, the g-guy... You know, always want to protect people... Even when he's in pain, he thinks not showing it is uhm... N-Not uh," Peter was oddly nervous.

Well. Peter was always a little socially awkward.

But this? You narrowed eyes on him.

He knew something and was trying to hide it. Peter awkwardly squeaked under your glare, dropping a hand from your shoulder and clapping instead. "Well! Y-You can um... Be the backline watch! Make sure nobody strays from the path, and keep an eye out on... The-uh," he turns away from you, gathering the club with a clap, "Alright, everyone, let's go!" He didn't even stay long, as your glare got too suspicious. Too tense.

Something was up. Still, you followed up the trail, beginning your way up the mountains, the campsite slowly beginning to disappear behind trees, the sun almost set behind the horizons.

Something really wasn't right.

Your gut burned.

Instincts screamed at you to stay with Lin. He's never sick, and when he is, he's never so... Brooding, so dog tired, so growlish and cold. No way. You at least need to glance to see if he's okay. You cave in, giving the campsite and Lin one last glance as it begins to disappear behind trees up the path.

That's when you saw an odd beam of green light. It was bright and quick, the odd color was a neon teal, the kind present on digital ads, not in the wild. It shot like a beadon high into air before it was swallows quickly up by foliage. A strong urge of wind flew up from the direction. What the fuck was that? You stop dead in your tracks.

You blink.

The forest was normal, the chittering of cicadas and the singing of crickets. Nothing was out of place.

You're not crazy are you?

You blink again.

No you definitely saw something!

You begin to sneak down the path, catching the smallest glimpse of the campsite, with Lin no where to be found. It was weird as you tried to duck around to see if the trees gave way to more glimpses of him on the campsite, but it didn't.

A hand clamps on your shoulder, you gasp, as you hear Peter speak, "(y/n)."

You whip around. The whole club's stopped and staring at you. You gulp in embarrassment.

Peter's eyes become serious, as if warning you with them, "(Y/n) let's stay on the path. Lin will be fine. We don't need to go back to the campsite." His grip on your shoulder is so foreboding. Foreboding also, was the aura that surrounded you in this moment.

You didn't understand it. But you shut up quickly.

This was. A little scary.

"Trust me, Lin's gonna be okay. I'm his best friend, you know," Peter tries to get all cheery as he holds your hand and brings you back up the mountain with the rest. "You know what, guys, let's make smores when we get up there!" He says to the group as he slips back up to the top, and the line starts moving.

You stare blankly down at the ground, your grip on your electric lamp tight.

"Hey, (y/n)... You okay?" You hear MJ ask, her brown eyes melting with concern.

You shake your head, "Must worried about Lin... I hope he'll be okay by himself."

She smiles at you, tucking her wild brown curls behind her ear, "Yeah... Lin's strong. Don't worry."

Don't worry was what you told yourself when you made it to the cliff clearing. Don't worry, was what you told yourself when you helped set up the fire. Don't worry is what you told yourself as you mingled with the group. Don't worry is what you told yourself when Peter put out the fire so we could all see the constellation.

It was beautiful but.

You looked back at the pitch black, foreboding forest behind you.

That mysterious light.

You blink.

You've gotta check it out.

You glanced back at the club. Everyone was relaxed, drinking hot cocoa and enjoying their stores. All pre-occupied with drinking in the moment. Best of all, Peter was snugging up with MJ at the front of it all, lost in the sauce. If there was one thing you learned about Peter, was than when he was with MJ, he saw nothing else.

Neither did he, or anyone else who cared, as a few frats saw you sneak off, catch you dip away back down the trail.

This was so damn stupid of you. But you always trusted your institution. Something was wrong with Lin.

You can't help but think of the worst as you rush down the path. It's about a ten minute walk back to the campsite, but you're booking it like a mad woman, your heart about to erupt in your chest. You can cut the time in half if you go fast enough.

So many horrible anxieties rush your mind as you follow down the path, jumping over stones and missing entire flights of the steps entirely. But you're moving at a rapid, steady pace, a treat from the sports clubs you've joined to make your uni-life more memorable. You can't help but think, with a racing heart and panting lips, about Lin collapsing somewhere - somehow, unable to call for help.

And that green light. What the fuck was that green light?

RROOOOOUGHH

An earspliting growl ruptured your eardrums. It's sound was chasmic and ferocious, animalistic-- yet deathly uncanny. It stopped your heart dead in your chest, slowed time, caught you off guard as your head turned to where the sound came from, your foot in the air as you were caught in the middle of a jump.

The roar was animalistic. But it didn't sound like an animal.

It sounded like...

Just as your eyes turned, in this slowed moment, you saw a flicker of flowing green, unnatural as it warped behind a shady, black figure. It was human, glowing, setting two black eyes on you from the dark.

You screamed, missing your landing, your ankle rolling in distress as it collided unnaturally with the ground. Unnatural, as you slipped down the paths stairs, unnatural as you rolled down the steps and cried. Unnatural, as a firehouse gusto of wind overcame you, unnatural, as you felt terrifying arms encapsule your body. Unnatural, as with a hearty crunch of leavs and sticks, you found yourself pinned to the ground before the giant bone fire your club lit back at the campsite.

Unnatural as you peeked your eyes open to find... Lin Lie?

Lin stared down at you with dark, unreadable eyes, his lips downturn, both of your hands captured above your head with a single palm. You were breatheless. There was this teal aura whipping and flickering in the air around him. You watched it leak out of his skin like sweat and take flight like whimsical plasma. How his face was still cast in a dark, heavy shadow despite the glow of the fireplace. How his hoodie was torn poorly off his body, ripped in devilish places as the fabric stringed about like a useless accessory.

His body was glistening with sweat, and you could finally see how broad and muscular he was. He was cosmic, built like a Greek god, chiseled finely in some holy defile of purity, as you clenched in your panties immediately. His scent was strong as it floated with his aura, the smell of these odd, almost pheromone like scents dripping off his body. It made you squint and shudder off a breath.

But you couldn't look away from those broad shoulders, that barn-like chest, how his arms carried all the force and the raw powerful to put you out of your pitiful misery.

Aderaline was losing in you body, as you could suddenly feel how fucking badly your ankle burned. "A-Ahh," you whimpered out, breathless and afraid.

All of Lin Lie's body helped him push out of a deathly, terrorizing grunt, it spilled out of the bowels of hell, trilling with an animalistic flare.

You whimpered even more, unaware of how your eyes began to water. You squirmed helplessly, flinching to not upset up, as you mustered up all of your courage to cry, "Luh... L-Lin... What's gotten into you," you wailed.

He growled over uou again, sinking his head closer. You squeaked and flinched away, shutting your eyes deathly tight. Your breath was sucked out of your body as you felt him suck in a strong gust of air. It blew cold against your neck, a direct contract to the deep huff that he released on your neck, it was hot enough to burn your skin. It sent tingles of fire down your body where it met you, as when you looked down at it, surges of green plasma flowed down the waves of your body.

"Unngh haa--" it drew out your voice, the surge of energy forcing a vulnerable whimper out into the air. He breathed deep and doggishly against you like this, each time making your knees rattle, your thighs lock themselves tight.

Your head tilts back at the bonfire, your body drowning in the passionate plasma. It made your neurons fire, your pussy to throb, combined eith the raw smell of him, your mind was becoming hazy. "L-Lin! Get off muh-- me," you gasped out, feeling ever the more light headed.

Lin opened his mouth, but a fire of passionate mandarin slew out his lips. "Zhū shén fā, wǒ wúfǎ tíng xiàlái... Zhū shén fāshì, wǒ kěwàng nǐ."

by the gods, I cannot stop. by the gods, I long for you.

He boomed it in your ears, his voice deep and chasmic, it withered and hissed, echoed twice within itself, present with a glorious entity. Something straight out of a cheesey c-drama, yet it flickered devilishly before your eyes. He boomed with authority in thus moment Whatever it is that he said, your sanity was taken with it. You gasped erotically, sickeningly.

He boomed.

As if he were a god.

You lost it, tears flying out of your eyes, drowning in an array of endless desire, letting those sweet plasmas to caress your skin, letting yourself give way to that holy voice, letting your body limp like the helpless ragdoll you were. You were set aflame everywhere, the fear of his strength made you impossibly wet. This was something you didn't even know about yourself.

Lin's powerful hands rolled you onto your side by your hips. You slumped over, sliding your knee up, hiking your ass up in the process. You tried to pick your body up, with your hands, but you felt him sink onto his forearm behind you, his other hand cupping your chin.

You sniffled and whimpered in his warm palm, as it slipped up to hold your face, his large thumb wiping your under eyes.

His body was so close to yours. His face and lips so dear to your skin. You could feel his heat, feel it as he tilted his head, voice deep in your ears. He hushes, "Nǐ chàndǒu ba, wǒ de tùzǐ……wǒ xià dào nǐle ma? Wǒ xiǎng hé nǐ zuò'ài……wǒ xiǎng zài nǐ de zǐgōng lǐ bō xià yī kē shén de zhǒngzǐ..."

You're trembling, my rabbit... Did I scare you? I want to make love to you... I want to plant a god's seed in your womb.

You shake, slobbering out, "I-I... I want to... Please... I want to see Lin... What-- What have you done to Lin-- please... Lin.. Let me see your face." Your run down of mythology helped you deduce some god had possessed Lin. But you couldn't exactly figure out which one. Chinese Mythology was what got you to join this club. Lin himself hosted it, and it was filled with wonder.

But your brain was foggy with needy trembles and whims of sex and fear. You could feel Lin's broad chest against your side. The god turns your head to face him, and from the shadows of his face, you see Lin's hooded eyes glimmer with untapped zeal.

"For I am Lin,"

"Yīnwèi wǒ shì Lín,"

"And Shao Lao, who has saved this body,"

"For I have reborn him, and given him life. Therefore, once a full moon, Shao Lao owns it."

"This vessel hungers for you. My Lin.. I, Lin Lie, hunger to drop seed in you. The seed of gods and men,"

His voice echoes, two voices pouring out at once. One was the roar of a dragon, hissing in mighty mandarin, the other was Lin's, booming with prowess and power. Every word, it doubled like so.

Your hips buckled, your eyes heavy.

"S-Shao Lao," your memory flickered from Lin's passionate teachings, "The Dragon god slain by K'un-L'un, walking the earth without a heart-- resurrected by Yu-Ti, t-trialed to die again and again at the hands of t-the Iron Fists? That they may gain p-power through your deaths?" You spit out, trembling under the dragon's stare. It cackles delightfully at your words, well pleased as it leans down to rub it's nose against your neck.

Despite it being Lin, insides it's body, you can feel it's cosmic shift, noting that in this second, it was fully Shao Lao. You moan out, and it takes a deep sniff in the crook of your neck. He can smell how horny you are. Your panties are wet with slick, drenched to uselessly stick to your pussy like a wet bathing suit. Shao Lao is pleased by the scent, releasing deep, strained breaths.

"Yes, little one."

"B-But... What does a such a god want with me? Come now, S-Shao Lao... Breed me tomorrow, or the next day, where I will be ready to take care of you," you manage out, sweaty in his embrace.

The Dragon cackles, slipping a hand up your tank top, hot fingers trailing up your stomach and pushing up your bra, cupping your breast. Your nipple is hard already. He simply pulls and teases it.

"Wise, hare. The full moon will not arrive tomorrow or the next night. Neither would it any night but tonight. You cannot trick me. This vessel cries for your womb. And I, I am delighted by your wisdom and beauty. You have sealed your fate, you have interested me more. Behold, your your trickery has planted you in deep water,"

He growls out. Hearing Lin and the mandarin dragon echo such words in unison had your eyes rolling back, mouth agape. The dragon played with your nipples, squeezing them between rough fingers, dragging a hot, fiery tongue up your neck. You shudder and mewl out, your eyes already dancing between the clouds.

The dragon hums, a pleased trill escaping Lin's plump, sweet lips.

"Amuse me, rabbit. Why do you resist when your body aches with need? What do you gain except frustration?"

You giggle, gulping, "I waste a god's time and gain his fury..."

You hear a fiery rattle burn through the dragon's throat.

"Then shall I meet you with a heavy hand."

The Dragon scoops you up into Lin's gorgeous biceps, the crackling shadows around his face just hazy enough for you to see the face eating grin the dragon bares. You shudder, as it carries you into his den, or more commonly known as Lin's tent. He pitched his closest to the bus and farthest from everyone else, the rest of the tents in his circle were MJ's and Peter's.

The Dragon carries you into the teal tent, where you see shredded rope and mountains of bottled water stacked on the side. His tent was in utter disarray, but the Dragon pays it no mind as he drops you down on the plush sleeping bag. He undresses, and your eyes behold the gorgeous stature of Lin's bare body. He's wonderfully built, stockier than a barn, a giant powerhouse of pure muscle with a small waist. His cock is glorious, eight inches with a fat tip, his thickness stocky and grand. Your mouth watered.

Shao Lao kicks some of discarded rope, laughing,

"This vessel believed it could restrain me, prevent me from hunting you... Indeed, it is true that I would have not taken you. But you came down the mountain for him, did you not? It was you who sold this fate..."

You gasp in disbelief, but it doesn't fester as the dragon pulls your shirt from over your head, watching your breasts as unlatches your bra. Your pretty titties fly out, and you watch as a pink tongue emerges from the hazy black fog.

"You do, wish to be devoured, little human?"

You look away, "Is Lin okay?"

"This vessel only wishes for your safety."

"Ah... Then... Breed me, Shao Lao."

Behind the smoke, you can see the dragon's eyes widen. But something about it was so uncharacteristic for the proud serpent. Was it? Lin? You blink in surprise. Just as you notice the change, it disappears.

Shao Lao undresses you briskly, picking you up when he needs to, and you help him by kicking off your panties and pants when he drags them down. The dragon bares a deep, pleased sigh at the sight of you, admiring the way your body ebbs and flows, the softness of your skin, adoring your shape. He parts your legs with rough hands, you brace yourself as Shao Lao, in Lin's heavenly body, dives into your neck.

The Dragon nips and suckles your neck, using Lin's whole tongue to do so. Adverse to the way a human would do it. It's such a small detail you notice that makes your mind hazy, a reminder that a true god is trying to fuck you. He cups the other side of your neck tightly, forcing you into his sharp love bites and vigorous slurps.

He does so hungrily, diving out with unsatisfied huff.

"This is not enough,"

He hisses with all of his belly.

He drags all of his tongue down your collarbone and to your breasts, slurping one of your nipples up. It suckles and twirls it's blazing hot tongue around it, letting go with a pop as it swells around the underside, sucking you in fill his mouth, all while his freehand squeezes and teases your other.

You shiver and whimper, feeling his teeth against your skin. His jaw restricts, threatening to bite you. You know that if he did, you'd be disfigured. "Mm-aah," your pussy throbs.

He grunts worser, releasing you. His grunt is filled with pure agitation, his shadowy eyes darkened in a crazied haze.

"This human body restricts me... This is not enough."

It puff and heaves with anger, and with a strong vigor, the dragon slides his tongue down the valleys of your breast, down your ribcage, down your belly, over your womb, through your hair. And as he grabs your thighs, pulling them up in ease with thick hands, the dragon eats up your cunny in one full lick.

You whine as he uses all of Lin's tongue to part open your labia. The hot, fat muscle is fully flat against your hymen before it slides up and trills against your clit. You buck up into it with a cry, "S-Shao Lao!"

The Dragon hisses gleefully like a snake. It vibrates its tongue with ease against you, trilling up with a vigor as if it were merely rolling an 'r'. You jerk with all of you, as you reach and grab chunks of Lin's short raven locks. For a moment, sweet eyes gaze lovingly at you, but you fail to see it before it's overriden.

The Dragon licks up your clit with all of its tongue, the flatliness bigger than your clit as it strokes you once then twice, before he pulls a little away to speak.

"Tender, sweet, and juicy..."

Shao Lao burries his nose into your pussy, taking a deep sniff. The green energy sends tingles against your body. The dragon leans up, rolling out his tongue with a soft gag, there, from the midst of the smoke, you can see something round and orange glow, slipping out from the back of his throat. It slides down his tongue, revealing itself to be a little glowing orb, as it's guided right into your hole. The dragon leans forward, digging into your cunt as it forces it deep into your walls.

It sets you aflame, you grow impossibly more wet, drowning our from the magic of whatever it was that was placed within you. Your cervix sucks it up into your womb. And in awe, you can see it glow beneath your skin.

The Dragon laughs,

"I can perform much greater trembles than this in my original, blessed body. You truly are one graced human. You do not know the merit you are being bestowed, if you did, you would be worshiping me now... Paying hom--"

You pull Lin's hair, shoving your cunny back in the dragon's face, watching it disappear beneath the shadows. It narrows dangerous eyes on you. You only return with a grin.

The Dragon reaches, grabbing your wrist with a crushing pressure. You wince, pitifully letting go. As Shao Lao sits up, broad chest flexed forward with prestige. His darkened eyes glimmer with ferocity. Eyes that read, "you should not have done that".

Shao Lao drops your wrists, using Lin's mighty and quick hands to grab both of your ankles. He stands up with them, and with a scated cry, your body jerks forward, your legs held up in the air. He pulls higher, higher until your neck is the only thing keeping you on the ground. "Aah! Shao Lao! I'm so--" you can't even get a chance to speak, as Shao wraps his bulging biceps around your hips, dropping you in the candlestick pose, except your knees rest your legs on his shoulders, your hands shaking, helplessly grabbing chunks of raven locks.

With a deep, burling growl, Shao Lao buries himself into your cunny, trilling against your clit at an unforgiving pace, rippling his tongue against you in a fluttering frenzy, your throbbing clit swelling under the abuse. You cry out, saliva spat out in the intensity, as the way he's forced you down, you can't do much but claw at the dragon's biceps, or tug at his hair.

"S-suh-- Ahh! Shao L-lao! Ooh," you cry, your legs shooting up with an electric spark before slopping back down. Your toes arch, your breathing is constricted, overstimulated tears prick your eyes.

He'll only stop his devious defilement to suck and slurp up your clit in intervals between flickering his speedy tongue against it. The abuse complimented by Lin's fat juicy lips as the insides of them run over your clit inbetween slurps. He'll pull back to run a flat tongue side to side vigorously on your clit, only to slurp it up, suck on it, and smooth right back into flickering.

You yank intensely on Lin's hair, weak tears streaming down your face as your thrust into an intense orgasm. You legs jerk and fly up into the air, kicking at nothing before shooting straight up and flexing, flexing as you curse out into the sky. They never meet back down, as after your orgasm, Shao Lao is still on you just as intensely, not allowing you a break for your high. Your moans turn into frantic, pant-filled wails, slobbering sobs dribbling down your forehead and into your hair.

You rut into his tongue over and over again, trying to squirm but your hips are locked in place by meaty biceps. You're forced to look at the shadowed over pink-tipped nose Lin was always equipped with, buried into your vulva. You're bullied into another orgasm, cumming with all of your body again, he doesn't rest while you ride out your high.

You plead, while you cum hard, barreling out like a frantic shout, "G-Grace-cious-- Shao Lao pleas-suhh! Please forgive m-me! P-Please-- M-Mighty-- gaw--"

You can't continue as you groan out, finally feeling that fat tongue stop, laying flat against you. You sigh out, feeling your neck ache, and your senses return, your legs sag forward to your head.

"Mmuh! Sh-Shao Lao... I beg... aah... Please... forgive me-- I'm so... so aah... sorry... I'm sorry, S-Shao," you slur out, already fucked out of your mind.

By the grace of god, he releases your hips, slowly guiding you back onto the floor. You can feel your spine cry out with glee, your eyes rolling back with relief. Shao kneels between your legs still, biceps meaty and glowing, his arms folded forbidden, glaring down at you with serious eyes. Ever the reminiscent of Lin's face scolding and disappointed stare, shaming you of your very existence.

The god is still not settled.

You meekly reach and touch his elbow with the tip of your fingers.

"My god... My Shao Lao, please don't let this offend you... Remember your selfishless desire to bless me with the seed of a god's... Show me your true self, your kindness... Please take me another way to subside your rage... S-Show me... Show me who you are," you whisper-mewl, a whorish expression of need overtaking your face.

Shao grins.

He slams his large palms on either side of your head, your flinch, the ground shakes beneath you. Your body is sent aflame in shivers, excitement dribbling throughout your body. Your hands greedily trace down Lin's gorgeous body, feeling his gorgeous chest, it's bouncy and built. You moan out under Shao's stare. He's not moving again.

You whimper, "God hurry up Shao."

He laughs, finally taking in your sweet lips, slurping up your tongue, burning with passionate friction. He leans upright as you melt into the kiss, slapping down your titties, your nipples arching into them. He sits you up with ease, grabbing your ass, kissing your neck as he commands, "Turn around, bunny."

Your eyebrows quirked, too fucked out of your mind as you obeyed, slipping back to turn around, your ass popped back for him to enjoy. You sprawl out almost immediately, doing the cat yoga stretch, arms out infront of you, palms against the floor, ass up and perked.

You can hear Lin hum deliciously, his voice ebbing with lust.

Something's off.

You ask, "My dragon, does this pose please you?"

"It does, my bunny," speaks, rubbing your ass with both hands.

You grin, "Does it please your vessel as well?"

He pauses, then speaks again, "It pleases Lin greatly."

Lin Lie.

That was you wasn't it?

Did Shao switch so he could have this?

You stay quiet with your knowledge, a purr of excitement building up. The knowlege intensifies the feeling of Lin's fat tip kissing your entrance. You moan in anticipation, rocking against it, as he grabs full control of your hips. He waists no time to plunge in, his hard, fat cock slips right in from how wet you are. It doesn't even hurt either, as you bottom out eight inches of burly, stocky thickness in milliseconds.

You wail, toes and fingers curling up. He pulls back even a little a slips right out of you, releasing a charmastic laugh. Lin... It really was you wasn't it. He slips in, your walls expanding in fullness, the feeling enlarging and all compassing. Your hymen muscles burn and enjoy the stretch, both loving and hating it, blending into a delicious mixture as he slowly thrusts in and out.

The plunge is deep into your walls, stimulating the farthetes depths of you with a fat thickness. It's a sultry sensation, as your jaw slacks, as a marvelous gasp whines out of you.

"Mmh, you like that? Shao Lao's fiery cock," he hisses out.

You giggle, "Yes, m-mighty Shao Lao."

He starts to fuck into you now, speeding up with a haste precision. You moan, but it's interrupted as Lin slaps a heavy hand against your ass. The stung is sharp, burns with a hiss before it's washed away with the tides of pleasure. "I'll show you, Shao Lao's fury," he moans out.

With one hand he grips your hip in a vice, the other comes crashing down on your red cheek as he fucks hard and deep into you. His hard, hot rod slices you open, as you stretch and flex about him. He can feel your pulse when he digs in deep, how your pussy squeezes vice around him. "Aah-- Fuck, r-rabbit," he's trying so hard to keep up the facade. But you already know if Shao Lao was here, he'd slam into you relentlessly, not caring if your knees gave out; without moaning once, as he fucked you into the ground.

That's not to say Lin isn't doing you justice right now. You can barely handle this speed, as you whine and cry, as he penetrates your poor pussy, fucking into it with barely any care, slipping around and enjoying the clap of your pretty ass. He cracks a punishing blow against your already red and bruised cheek, enjoying the way you welp.

"Aah-- Mm- Come take this God's cock," he grabs you with both hips and slams you back into him. You jerk onto your palms with a breathy mewl, as he begins to pump you on his dick like a fleshlight.

"Fuck-fuck-- Lin!" You cry out, your orgasm surprising you. What sent you prematurely was how his tip slammed your cervix, the sensation painfully delicious, it sent you into a frenzy.

He didn't give in, as he dropped his head back, using his pumping biceps to pull you all the way off, just to carelessly slam you back down. "Gimme' your damn hands," Lin hisses, ans obediently you give him one at a time. He grabs your wrists, pulling you back, forcing all your weight to be dependent on him.

You jerked about like a ragdoll, overstimulation riddled in your body. Despite this being Lin, you could still feel his energetic plasma flicker around. He was supercharged and boundless.

Lin started to precisely bump his tip down against your g-spot on his way to your cervix, fucking up into you to meet in the middle, loving the way your walls spasmed from the aftermath of your orgasm. Your moans were useless screams by now, the sensation of your speedy abuse complimented the pusles from your swollen, defeated clit.

You whine, "'M cummin' M-- Cumming!!"

"S-shi-- (Y/nn)," he whines.

With one satisfying slam, Lin shoots hot rods of cum into your womb right as you splatter, coating the orange orb in your body with your cum, as it sucks up Lin's. You feel the orb vibrate in your womb and it glides down to your cervix, feeling it push back against Lin's cock.

You gasp, "L-Lin! Pull out!"

He obediently listens, laying you down and slipping right off. With a heavy grunt, your push the growing orb out your body, as it expands in your vagina, before slipping out the size of a large duck egg. You frantically look back, eyes wide in shock.

Right between your legs is a duck egg sized, orange orb.

Your eyes flicker up at Lin, his eyes are darkened and hazed over.

"S-Shao Lao," you cry out in fear.

He crashes as strong hand against your ass. You yelp, but he smooths it over with the carress of his palm.

"Why are you surprised, my hare? Have I not fulfilled my blessing?"

"I'm-- I'm on birth control! That's the only reason I said yes, I can't raise a baby," you huff.

"Not a human child. You will hatch another god. She will know her purpose the moment she hatches, and will take flight to it... We dragon's do not dwell on sentimentality the way humans do... Our affection for our birth is shown in our magic and prowess... Not hanging around as useless, crying, flesh... Your daughter will bless you, much like Lin as the Iron Fist."

Your eyes widening in shock, unable to process which sentence was crazier than the last.

"What the fuck are you talking about!"

"You are immortal now, (Y/n) (L/n). Your have bore the seed of the next generationg of gods."

"What!"

You heard the voices warp, as Lin speaks, "(Y/n) I didn't know this would happen."

"What... The fuck... " you whisper, blinking, "so do I sit on it until then- o-or?" A humiliated flush covers your cheeks as your turn back slowly, carefully sitting down on your sore, stretched out ass.

"I will guide her in the realm of the gods. She cannot stay here on Earth. But she will return to grant you one blessing, before she starts her eternal journey at home... Where she belongs. We dragon's are not meant to be bound to humans... But I am. For the--"

You gasp, "Wait!"

"Yes, my hare?"

You point at Lin's body, "He's The Immortal Iron Fist?"

"Yes. He is my vessel."

Your slaw lacks.

"Your friends will be arriving soon. I must take my leave, my hare. I will breed you again, for I must spread my seed--"

"What!"

"Until then, I implore you to enjoy my vessel..."

The smoke and plasma mix together spining above Lin's head, and out of it comes a glorious dragon. Heat surges the room, as the flying serpent is made of pure fire, it swallows the egg up in an instant, turning back from wince it came and descending into the cloud of smoke into Lin's body.

You watch Lin surge and gasp, no longer drowned in a shadow haze. His skin flushed and bright, his lips bright red and bruised, the taste of pussy still lingering on his taste buds. You watch his shaggy, sweaty hair lean down over his raven locks, his sweet eyes wide with shock.

No one says a word.

You slowly drop your head down onto the sleeping bag.

"What the fuck just happened?"

There's a this guilty look on his face as he sits next to your feet. "I'm sorry about that I-- Trust me, (Y/n), I did everything in my power to stop that. Shit, once Shao Lao learned I like you... In that way... He sort of... Listen I'll tell him off, me or him, we won't ever see you again. This will not happen again I will assure you."

You pause, quietly staring at the top of the tent. "Nah," is all you whisper.

He perks up, "What?"

"Don't go away... I sort of... I like you Lin... I tried to deny it, but I do. I was so worried about you, you know... I'm sorry for... My part in this... If I said no then we wouldn't be here," you sigh.

He gasps, "Oh god, no, I should be apologizing.. No matter what I'm the one who should've--"

"I'm not mad, Lin," you flush.

"I yet you're saying that now but--"

You wince, "For fucks sake, Lin! I'm saying--" you stop, watching as he leans forward, eyes plagued with worry. You pause and correct your tone, "I'm saying I liked it... I liked it. I mean its kind of an honor to be fucked by Shao Lao... I wanted it, and I don't really care about the damn dragon god baby- if its anything like its father it'll fuck off and be conceited-- I just... I want my bachelors, and... I don't mind... Seeing you, m-more after this."

Lin stares at you with bewilderment.

You squeak ans hide underneath your palms, "God this is too surreal."

He gulps, "W-Welcome to the superhero squad?" He tries to be funny.

"Fuck you," you're mad, but, a grin splits your face open, man your pussy feels good. You were stunning in the after glow. You'd do it again, with Shao Lao. And as you glance up at Lin, who flashes an amazed smile at you. You'd do it again with Lin too

He lays down next to you, folding his arms on his chest. "You're pretty kinky, (Y/n). You always seemed so regal," he whispers it. His face bright red.

"I can't believe you're Iron Fist," you mumble. You look over at him, he joins you. "You think my dragon'll grant me with riches," you blink.

"Mm," he looks up in thought, "Maybe. They usually gift items. Like my family's heritage is a sword. Maybe... Maybe you'll get a lucky necklace that makes extra money grativate in your life." He blinks at you.

"Mm... Maybe that's shallow thing to ask," you sigh

"Nothin' wrong with money. I like money," Lin speaks. "Besides, you can ask for something else after the second dragon you make," he giggles, leaning up and wrapping arms around you.

"Yeah I could-- Hey! S-Second," you whisper, laying hands on his broad shoulders.

He chuckles heartily, caressing your face with his thumb. "You okay? How's your body?"

"It's fine actually, it doesn't hurt surprisingly? Maybe the egg's got something to do with it," you whisper.

He sighs, "Good. I'm glad you're safe." You relax with Lin, as he drops his forehead down against yours, releasing a relieved sigh. You revel in the soft tranquility, its a great contrast to the endless brutality of Shao Lao.

God what the is your life going to be like now with these two. Or well one, who knows if Shao'll be back next full moon. He's got a baby to take care of. Lin helps you onto your side and spoons you, wrapping a warm hand around you, cupping a titty while he's there. He buries himself into your shoulder, running his nose along your edges. You flush.

You squeak out, "Why's this more embarrassing than the..." Although you can't finish your sentence, he chuckles, but he doesn't flee from giving you affection.

"Actually--"

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)," You hear Peter shriek from distance.

The two of you shout, "Oh fuck!"

You scramble to get dressed, but you're too weak to stand. He ushers you into the sleeping bag once his pants are back on, and he tries to wipe away the cum stains with his shredded hoodie. When the flurry of voices searching for you get closer.

Lin frantically unzips the tent,sticking his arm out as he waves bashfully to everyone. He's mer with a flashlight the the face. "She's fine! She's here! She-- uh... Ran back to," he doesn't have to finish it. Everyone can get the vibe from here.

Afterall Lin's disheveled, sweaty, and shirtless. It's MJ who laughs first, mostly in a mixture of pure horror and relief. Then the rest of the club follows short, but Peter's quick to dismiss everyone.

"Alright! Shows over go off to bed guys," he cries. MJ slicks off into Peter's tent, and Peter's takes the time to frantically rush over to Lin. His eyes are bulged out, terror in his voice, "Dude? Does she know? Is she okay? Did Shao do anything?"

Lin shushes him, glancing back you with a reassuring smile before whispering, "She knows I'm IronFist, and it's a crazy story that I'll tell you later - But Pete' she's immortal now too."

He shrieks, "What!"

#lin lie x you #iron fist lin lie #sword master lin lie #lin lie #lin lie x reader #marvel rivals ironfist #marvel rivals #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #mcu #lin lie marvel rivals #marvel rivals lin lie #iron fist #iron fist x reader #iron fist x you

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gracethyomen · 5 months ago

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Babies. Logan Howlett.

Logan and his girlfriend have been trying for a baby…

Warnings: Angst angst… Infertility, mention of child loss and pregnancy loss, mention of pregnancy, pregnancy tests, hurt, no real comfort. Lab testing, fertility struggles, talk of reproductive systems, sadness, longing.

special thanks to @a-leg-without-fear and @justvalkyrie for fueling my angsty obsession with this idea for the whole week ily guys sm…

“It's going to be negative." She whispered softly, turning her back from his chest to bury her face against his soft shirt.

"We don't know that." His low voice rumbled in response, one calloused hand lifting to run a hand down her head, stroking her hair gently.

"I can't look at it, Logan." She squeezed his waist, squinting her eyes shut. "Can you look? Please?" She begged him quietly and he eyed the clock before nodding solemnly, picking up the plastic wand from the bathroom counter and holding it up so he could see it.

14 tests. 14 tests. One every month. Over a year since they'd started religiously tracking cycles and days and fertility... With no results.

15. 15 tests.

He gently put the test back down, freeing his arms to wrap around her body as she started to shake with quiet tears, already guessing what he was going to say. "No." He whispered, pressing his nose to the top of her head as he tried to stop his own tears from falling.

"God..." She choked against his chest and he squeezed her tighter, holding her through the pain. "I don't know why i'm crying-" She wiggled her arms free to try and wipe her tears but he stopped her, cupping both her cheeks in his large hands.

"It's okay." He murmured, not soothing but reassuring... She understood what he was saying. It's okay to cry. To be sad. It's okay to feel crushed.

"I should be used to it by now-" She insisted, swiping at her face hastily and clearing her throat before she picked up the test, staring at it for a long moment, lower lip wobbling... Before it fell with a soft thunk into the trash can.

"Hey, look at me." He urged her, watching her turn to face him but not quite meet his eyes. "Look at me." Finally, she looked at him, her eyes wet and a little red at the corners. "We're gonna do this. You and me. I don't care what we have to do or how long it takes." He pressed his forehead against hers, sighing lowly. "We'll keep trying."

"I have to get to class-" She shook her head, stepping out of his arms. "We're doing a lab today I don't want the kids alone with the chemicals."

"Honey..." He trailed off as she swept out of the room, rubbing a hand down his face before looking down at the plastic test sticking out of the trash bin. "Dammit." He muttered hoarsely to himself, sitting down on the edge of the tub with a long, slow sigh.

"Hello, Logan..." Charles trailed off as Logan stepped closer, eyes softening. "Oh, Logan... I'm so sorry." The Professor rolled slightly towards him, rounding his desk.

"Don't do that." He responded bluntly, landing in the uncomfortable armchair as he watched the elderly man come closer. "I need to ask you for a favor."

"What is it?" Charles asked, folding his hands neatly in his lap while he waited for Logan to speak.

"I need you to have Hank take a look at me." He forced out, cringing internally at the image of Hank studying his... Specimen... That he would no doubt have to submit. "See if there's something wrong, something we can do-"

"These things take time, Logan. I'm sure there's nothing wrong." The Professor interjected, trying to soothe him.

"We've given it time, Charles." Logan shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Fifteen months and nothing. I just need-" He broke off. "I need to know if this will work for us."

Charles hummed under his breath, pondering his friend's words. "I'll ask Hank what he can do. He's not a fertility specialist but he may have an idea of what to look for." He looked Logan up and down. "As much as i'm sure there's nothing wrong... you have to prepare yourself for both outcomes in this situation."

Logan looked at the man, eyes full of guarded emotion. "I need to do this. I need to be able to do this. For her, for us." He swallowed, hard. "This is the one thing she wants the most... I need to be able to give that to her."

"And what do you want, Logan?" Charles arched a brow.

The Wolverine had never looked more defeated. More determined, than he did when he answered him. Not with words, but in his mind. His desires. A deep longing that went beyond words and could only be communicated by feel.

“I’ll tell Hank to expect you.”

Almost an hour later, Logan finally handed in his “cup” to the azure doctor. Both men avoiding any kind of eye contact. The exchange happened quickly in an awkward silence, filled by the sound of Hank coughing as he took the sealed container with him.

“I’ll have a look at these-“ He promised. still not quite looking at Logan.

Logan watched as Hank worked, taking note of his reactions to everything he saw, the change in his scent… Unfortunately the man was a consummate professional and schooled his face and body into complete relaxation.

Three hours after that, Hank finally printed a few sheets from his laptop. The sound of the printer spitting out the papers was jarring in the previous near-silence of the room. With a soft clearing of his throat Hank went to pick up the papers and sat down in his chair, spinning it to face Logan.

“Bring her down.”

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

“Just call her down.”

“Logan, the adamantium fused to your skeleton is obviously going to affect your body.” Hank sighed, removing his glasses. “It’s why we don’t use cobalt for hip replacements anymore, too many cases of it causing side effects.”

“So is there something wrong with him?” Logan looked at her briefly when she spoke. Holding his hand in her lap and rubbing her thumb across it gently. “Is he okay?” Warmth and uncertainty spread through his chest. A double edged sword for what was to come.

“So far his mutation has kept the metal from damaging his vital functions…” Hank hedged. “But for how long I can’t tell. It’s a slow moving condition… But it has had some unsavory side effects.”

Logan swallowed hard, refusing to look away from the doctor. “Say it, Hank.”

Hank took a moment, shuffling the papers in his lap. “Your sperm count is low, Logan. Very low. What few you do have are… damaged.”

“What does that mean?” She asked, clearing her throat. “Damaged?” Logan squeezed her hand softly, nodding at her to let Hank continue.

“They’re not quite formed correctly. I’ve seen similar sperm counts in cancer patients living in remission. Like radiation, it seems the metal in your blood has not allowed your body to make healthy sperm.” Hank coughed softly. “Even on the slim chance fertilization could occur- assisted or otherwise -the zygote would not develop far past conception.” Logan watched his love’s lip start to wobble just a little in his periphery, the movement near imperceptible. “I’m so sorry, Logan. But unfortunately, you are effectively sterile.”

The silence that hung in the room felt suffocating, the three of them sitting in the unnatural stillness for long moments before Hank stood, his stool screeching loudly on the tile floor.

“I’ll tell Xavier you both have the rest of this week off.” He dipped his head, laying a comforting hand on Logan’s shoulder. “Take some time. It’s a lot to process.”

Hank left the room, and the sound of the door shutting was followed by soft sobs.

That silence that came after Hank told them the news followed them both into their shared suite. It hung over their heads while they brushed their teeth and crawled into their bed. When Logan rolled on his side to pull her into his arms, burying his face into her neck.

“I’m so sorry.” She choked out, a quiet sob escaping her throat. “Logan, i’m so sorry.”

His brows furrowed and he rolled her over so she was facing him. “I should be saying that…”

“No.” She lifted both her hands to his face, “This isn’t your fault. It’s not. This was done to you, Logan… We can get through this.”

He swallowed and leaned his forehead to rest against hers. There was that silence again. Filled this time by her soft crying and his own breathing as tears pooled in the corners of his eyes. “I…” He took a deep breath. “I wanted it. So bad.” He admitted into the secret cave between their bodies, letting his heart break in the safety of her arms. That dream floating away like a cobweb on the air. “It kills me that… That I can’t give us a baby.”

“I know.” She breathed, eyes closing against her tears. “I wanted it too. It kills me that I can’t do this for us.”

“You can.” Logan pointed out, pulling one of her hands down to his chest so it pressed against his heart. “I can’t.”

“I won’t.” She insisted. “Not without you. You’re not broken, Logan.” She squeezed their joined fingers over his heart. “I wouldn’t change you. Not for anything.”

“Not even-“

Silence. That painful, suffocating silence. Then…

“No.”

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zerosketchdump · 7 months ago

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So, guess who found their cringe ass Heathers story board they never finished for Pip and Damien?

Got bored of the idea, mostly because the Lazarus comic took over and gave me brain rot. But here's as far as I got with it.

I think this is the only "Dip" fan art I've ever made.

#south park #pip pirrup #pip pirrip #pip south park #phillip pirrip #phillip pirrup #damien thorn #sp damien #damien south park #Heathers #Spotify

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thlayli-ra · 4 months ago

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Ficlet~

I'm so nervous leading into Bad Blood, as much as I'm so here for Punkintyre, I could use some fluff

Drew/Sheamus ....(wouldn't say no to Wade being around either)

Treat: Remembering the littlest of things — activities they like and dislike, favourite brands of stationery, go-to ice cream flavour, choice of popcorn

I'm sorry I didn't get this one out to you in time for Bad Blood but hopefully it can help with the healing process (Also, apologies, I went really self-indulgent with this one 😅)

Treat - 'Remembering the Littlest of Things'

Characters - Drew McIntyre, Sheamus, Wade Barett

Rating - Teen and up

Warnings - Typical sports banter

An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman walked into a bar.

That... sounds like the start of a joke, but honestly, it isn't. Wade Barrett, Sheamus and Drew McIntyre were heading out to their usual joint, one of those tacky ye olde English pubs that could sometimes be found if you dared to venture into the more touristy parts of the city. It didn't quite hit the same as the pubs back home in the UK and Ireland, but the owner, Big Jim*, was an ex-pat so the place had some genuine charm about it that came close enough.

Also, it was the only place in the entire US that showed the Six Nations every year so it was either there or stay at home, and at least at the pub there would be some form of atmosphere. Also Big Jim really liked his unusual patrons. 'There's never any trouble when you three are about,' he'd said once, and they had to agree, mainly because whenever any trouble did brew, they were the first ones to leap into action and put a stop to it.

It was week three of the rugby tournament, and a tense clash was looming (particularly for the throuple.) Scotland V Ireland! Normally Drew and Sheamus were as sweet and loving as can be, but when it came time for their home nations to butt heads, things could get a little... well, competitive. Ireland, as per usual, were on a winning streak and had their eyes set on a grand slam, while Scotland, by some miracle, had not fluffed up their chances in the first two weeks and were aiming for the same, or at the very least, the Triple Crown.

(England was playing Italy the next day so nobody particularly cared about that. Sorry, Wade. And sorry, Italy!)

Things were running smoothly up to the point the players came out of the tunnel and onto the pitch. The drinks were lined up on the table (Wade, the neutral, got the first round) and the national anthems began to play. Ireland, being the visitors, went first and Sheamus got up onto his chair, hand on his heart to belt out the rallying tune of 'Ireland's Call'. Drew, not to be outdone, stood up to sing along with 'Flower of Scotland', encouraging the rest of the bar's patrons to join in the added chants during the chorus;

'And stood against them ('GAINST WHO?)

Proud Edward's Army (WANKERS!)'

(Again, sorry Wade!)

But then the whistle blew, the game was kicked-off and soon the nastiness began to creep in.

'There's no way that was a knock-on!'

'Penalty! Penalty!'

'HAHA! We're slaughtering yer boys up front, fella!'

'Pass it! Pass it to him, ye dobber!'

'Forward! Hah!'

'HE GOT IT DOWN, REF! ARE YE BLIND!'

'It was held up!'

'NO IT WISNAE!'

And just as the pressure erupted on the pitch with a brawl between an Irish prop and a Scottish second row, Drew and Sheamus got up and squared up to one another too.

'Woah there,' Wade jumped in between them to separate them both. 'Come on chaps, we're all mates here, right?'

Well, the last thing anybody needed at that point in time was an Englishman of all things stepping in and the pair immediately directed their wrath at Wade who cringed away with his palms raised. Sheamus snorted at Drew who glared in return before turning their backs on each other and stomping off to opposite ends of the pub. Wade sighed and sat back down at the now empty table.

But as the half-time whistle blowed and the pundits began to dissect the first forty minutes of the game, the two men began to calm down and regret their rash actions. Sport had a way of raising the blood pressure like few other things could, especially when there was something on the line, but they had let their emotions get out of hand.

So they each began to plan and scheme, Wade watching both of his boyfriends warily as they scuttled about the place, sometimes heading to the bar to speak to Big Jim, until finally they both sheepishly approached the table with their hands behind their backs.

Drew, the softest of the three, apologised first. 'I'm sorry for getting all riled up Sheamo,' he dipped his head with shame. 'I just get... very jittery whenever Scotland play, but that's not an excuse, so here...' and he brought out a platter from behind his back. Immediately Sheamus' eyes grew to the size of dinnerplates. 'I know how much ye love those pickled onions on the bar, and I mind you telling us how yer maw used to put them on a cocktail stick with pineapple and cheese so I asked Big Jim to cut up some cheese and find some cocktail sticks for ye. He didn't have any pineapple but he asked Debs to nip out and buy a tin and, well... here you go.' He placed the lovingly crafted platter on the table in front of the Irishman who eyed it in wonder.

'T'ank ye,' he hushed out. 'I can't believe ye even remember that story about my ma.' He took in a breath to compose himself then straightened up. 'I got you something too.' He placed a bowl of hot french fries in front of him, topped with a type of dark brown sauce. This time, it was Drew's turn to looked stunned. 'Ye know how you said you once went on a night out in Edinburgh and tried chippie chips with salt n' sauce and loved it so much ye converted to it for life and everybody in Glasgow called you a traitor for not liking salt and vinegar? Well, Big Jim and I tried to concoct something similar with brown sauce and vinegar. It took a few attempts to get it right - Debs was our taste-tester and she said the fifth one was the closest so...'

'Wow...' Drew scratched the back of his neck, a little blush forming on his cheeks. 'That's... really kind of you.'

They both locked eyes, somehow understanding the other and slowly turned to face the final member of their throuple. 'Uh, Wade...'

'Oh no, what?' The Englishman looked nervous.

'I also asked Big Jim to make you this,' Sheamus said, placing down yet another plate. 'Fruit scone with jam and cream. They didn't have quite enough cream so Debs made some more. I insisted they put the jam first then the cream second, just how you like it.'

'It's not just how I like it, that's just how it should be,' Wade argued, playfully. 'Anyone who has cream first is just plain wrong!'

'And I asked them to make you this,' Drew put down another plate. 'Cornish pasty, with the crust doing down the side, not on the top.'

'Well, yes, of course or else it's not a Cornish pasty!' Wade lightly protested, making Drew chuckle.

'I know, I know. Big Jim had Debs check them in the freezer beforehand to make sure.'

'You two are the sweetest,' Wade chuckled. 'And here,' he pushed two glasses forward,' I got the next round. 'Guinness for Sheamo (and yes, I made Big Jim wait for the head to form properly) and an alcohol free ginger beer for Drew with no ice.'

'Awww, you shouldn't have!' They sat down and accepted their drinks gladly.

'So...' Drew drummed his large fingers on the table, looking at each of their specially prepared plates in turn, 'are we all forgiven?'

Wade and Sheamus hummed, making a silly display of thinking hard but eventually smiled widely. The throuple wrapped their arms around one another in a huge bear hug, their petty difference put aside just in time to watch the final moments of the second half.

'I don't even know what the score is anymore,' Drew noted, tucking into his fries.

'What does it matter?' Sheamus shrugged, spiking a pickled onion with a cocktail stick.

'Poor Debs,' Wade sighed. 'All that hard work she put in. We need to leave her a huge tip.'

'Yeah, and Big Jim,' Drew agreed. 'After all he did cook up some pasties for me, and even made a platter that wasn't on the menu.'

'And he helped me invent a new sauce recipe,' Sheamus added. 'And even made a fresh scone when he got the jam/cream sequence wrong the first time round.'

'Um... lads.' They looked over to Wade who seemed a bit unsettled. 'Did Big Jim really go to all that effort just for the three of us?' All three pairs of hands froze inches from their mouths and all three pairs of eyes glanced across to the bar where the older man smiled broadly and threw a thumbs up at them all.

'Oh...' Drew whispered. 'That's a bit...'

'Creepy,' Wade finished off for him.

'He must really like having us as regulars,' Sheamus said.

'Maybe it's time we look for another pub,' Drew leant in and whispered.

'Except we have two more weeks of the Six Nations and no other place in town is showing it,' Sheamus pointed out.

'Ok, ok, fine!' Wade chimed in. 'We come back here for the last two weeks then never again. Agreed.'

'Agreed.'

'And we're never going to fall out over something as stupid as sports again? Right?'

'Right!'

'And hey, look,' Drew said, pointing to the screen. 'Now, we can all enjoy watching Wales getting gubbed by France!'

'YAAAAASSSSSSSS!'

And all three stood up, arm-in-arm to belt out 'La Marseillaise'. (Sorry, Wales!)

*Big Jim is a nod to Jim Hamilton, a favourite ex-rugby player of mine (yes, he's tall with dark hair, a beard and tattoos - I am aware I have a type!HAHA!)

(Also the home-made brown sauce was disgusting but Drew ate it all anyway ❤️)

#Thlayli's Trick or Treat #Thlayli-writes #drew mcintyre #sheamus #wade barrett #throuple #polycule #wrestling fanfiction #wwe fan fiction #fic requests #fluff

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animeprincessforever · 5 months ago

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Muzan X Little Sister Reader X Kokushibo Perfect Life

Warning-CRINGE

Things to know-your Muzans little sister and later Kokushibo’s wife and your power immense telepathy and telekinesis

Since I was born my big brother always wanted to be my caretaker. I was always adventurous but since my big brother has his condition I’d always stay inside with him so he wasn’t lonely. When I turned 17 I refused to leave his side due to his illness getting worse. But that was back when we were humans. My big brother ate our parents because of my beauty they wanted to put me in the entertainment district. It angered my brother and he murdered our WHOLE family. Since then it’s always been me in my brother. I love to read, write, listen to music, and make my own kimonos. I was snapped out of my thoughts when my brother called for me. “(Y/n).” “Yes big brother? Do you need anything?”he looked at me. “Get ready. I have some servants I want you to meet.” I smiled “yes as you wish big brother!” I picked out my favorite kimono I made (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/509962357778109192/) and made my way to my brother. He sat on his thrown (Muzan Kibutsuji - Demon Slayer StickerPinterest) “now that we are all here let’s begin.” I stood by his side and noticed a man with 6 eyes and the symbol 1. ‘Who was this? He seems to be just staring at me. Oh no! Am I bleeding? Did I start my period and get blood all over my dress? No that’s not right I’m supposed to start in 2 weeks. Oh! Do I smell? Or have something on my face?’ I was snapped out of my thoughts when my brother said “(y/n). This is upper moon 1 Kokushibo, upper moon 2 Douma, and upper moon 3 Akaza. For now they are the start of the 6 upper ranks. Therefore they are my most powerful ones.” I nodded. “Who’s that?” I pointed at a woman with a biwa. “She’s upper rank. 4 to be precise.” I was about to say something but my brother said “the meeting is dismissed. Feel free to turn those you find strong and powerful into demons. Or devour them. As long as you find the blue spider lily.” ‘The blue spider lily? Oh I read about it in a book! Why does brother need it so bad?’

-Time Skip-

I put on a different kimono (Kimono, Yukata and RuqunPinterest) I was walking around at night seeing the beautiful river flow. I know brother hates it when I’m by myself. But I like my freedom. There was a slight breeze slowly going back. I felt like someone was watching me. “Who’s there?” I saw Kokushibo. “Are you alright? You seem to be staring at me a lot. Did I do something wrong?” He looked away “here” he held a pretty barrette in his hand (Beaupretty Hair Stick Japanese Hair Accessories, Womens Girls Japanese Kimono Flower Hair Ornament Barrette with Tassel (Black) Hair SticksAmazon.com · In stock) it matched my outfit perfectly“is that for me? It’s beautiful!” I said he replied “a girl of your beauty deserves the finest things.” I blushed and put it in my hair “thank you. It was very kind of you.” I got closer. What was this feeling? He gave me a kiss. I went in for it. We were snapped out of it when I heard my brother. “What is going on here? Kokushibo! What is the meaning of this? Why are you near my sister?” Before he could say anything. “Brother please it’s love. I never felt this way before. Besides remember. he is upper one. Hasn’t he been faithful?” my brother sighed “fine I would allow it but if he breaks your heart, he is good as dust.”

-BIG TIME SKIP-

(New outfit Maternity Dress With Kimono - Shop on PinterestPinterest ) As time went on . I became pregnant. I was so excited. But my brother on the other hand. He was furious. “ what do you mean you’re pregnant?” I smiled and placed the hand on my stomach. “I’m having a baby with the man I love. Is that a problem?” For The first time, my brother snapped at me “leave! I no longer need you” I ran away and left my brother and Kokushibo.

-time skip-

I had found an abandoned cottage. (The cottage-A Village house PhotographyPinterest) by now I was heavily pregnant. (You Exploring images in the style of selected image: [Resting with ...PixAI) I decided to go inside. I was so tired. After all I’m 8 months pregnant with a baby girl. I felt her kick rapidly. “Sshhhh it’s okay.” I said as I rubbed my belly trying to comfort her. All the sudden my bedroom window bursted open. I started to cry as I saw Kokushibo standing there. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I cried more and said “brother kicked me out and I didn’t want you to suffer for me!” He sighed and pulled me into his arms. I put my head against his chest as he said “I’ve been looking for you. I missed you.” I looked up and said “I missed you too I’m so sorry.” He just held me in his arms and moved a hand on my belly and rubbed soothing circles. My. Our baby girl started to calm down inside me and nestled against my stomach walls against Kokushibo’s hand. He then said “I love you 2.” As I slowly fell asleep in his arms.

Time past and I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I named her Aya. Meaning beautiful/design/colorful/woven silk. But I picked the name cause she was beautiful. She had 6 eyes like her father. With my hair color. Aya was perfect in my eyes. I was wearing a new kimono I made when I was pregnant with her. It was stretchy and loose so I can be comfortable. (New outfit-Japanese Kimono Yukata Geisha Samurai Costume Costumes Japan ...Pinterest) I put Aya in (Newborn Infant Girls Spring Summer Long Sleeve Japanese Kimono Romper Jumpsuit Japanese Style Costume Twin DressesAmazon.com · In stock) the outfit I made for her. She was my precious flower. I held her close and thought about my brother. Me and Kokushibo were indoors hiding from the light. “Kokushibo? I want to see my brother.” He looked at me “are you certain?” I nodded and replied “I just want him to meet Aya.” He sighed “we will leave when the sun is down.” I smiled “thank you!”

As we prepared to leave I put Aya in her pajamas (Items similar to Baby Kimono with Japanese fabric , elephant print ...Pinterest) I smiled “you’re just so cute and beautiful! I love you my beautiful baby girl!” I said as I gave her kisses. She looked at Kokushibo and reached for him I giggled “you want your daddy?” She smiled as I handed her over to him. “Why do you trust me with her?” He asked I smiled “because you are her father she loves you! I’m gonna go get ready and then we could go!” I looked through all my kimonos. Which one should I wear. This one! (Decide on Women's Sexy Short Kimono Dress Floral Print Japanese Traditional Geisha Yukata Robe Bathrobe Skirt Belt OutfitAmazon · In stock) perfect! I grabbed Kokushibo and Aya.

-time skip-

“Brother, I’m home! There’s someone I want you to meet!” I heard brother “so you finally decided to visit?” I knew he wasn’t going to apologize. But in his own way, I saw sadness in his eyes. “This is Aya your niece.” My brother looked at her “ she looks like you minus the eyes. But in her own way I guess she’s beautiful.” I smiled. It’s gonna take time but I know. We are going to be a big happy family. Well small but it’s just right.

The end sorry for the cringe

#demon slayer #anime #human daughter #demon slayer douma #child turn to demon #demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji #kny muzan #muzan x reader #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan x you #muzan x y/n #kokushibo #kokushibo x reader

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flash-the-readies · 7 months ago

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Calling my younger self out for all the embarrassing things they thought/did when I first started getting into Pink Floyd (I just think I was endearing albeit annoying)

Initially confused them with LED Zeppelin because for some reason my brain put them on a similar tier

Went to watch the Pulse tour DVD … promptly realised it was post-Waters, cried, shut it off immediately, and haven’t seen it since (I actually own a DVD and a VHS tape of the film…both of which were gifts actually)

Saw that Live at Pompeii gif of Roger blowing the smoke rings and just stared at it for a long while promptly falling in love

Didn’t know the Wall was a double album and just assumed the second disc was demos so I never listened to it and would only listen to half the album. Eventually I decided to play the second disc and realised how stupid I was (In the Flesh confused me)

Had an entire wall in my room dedicated to The Wall (I painted out the brick design and had these posters)

Didn’t really care much for the WYWH album (and now it’s my favourite Pink Floyd album..)

FUCKING GAVE AWAY THE IN THE PINK NICK SEDGWICK BOOK BECAUSE I WAS GOING THROUGH SOME SHIT AND ROGER WAS MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY AND HORRIBLE

Would listen to the Wall at least once a day for months on end especially while sitting alone at lunch

Used the fact that my mum desperately wanted me to make friends to go to a Roger Waters concert with this boy who had a crush on me and then promptly started trying to convert me to Catholicism once he found out I’m atheist, bisexual, and non-binary. Roger Played the Gunner’s Dream for the encore so no regrets there

Had a long and unhealthy obsession with The Final Cut and would play my LP of it at least once a day

Read something about Roger calling the rest of the band “the muffins” and promptly dubbed David “greasy muffin”…and got the rest of my online friends to join in

Wrote endless HCs with a friend about Watershend (Roger Waters x Pete Townshend)… I stand by this one. Sorry

Did a 10 minute presentation on the Wall for a history class when I was…14

Called in sick to school even though my teachers knew I was going to watch Roger Waters in concert

Found a copy of Rick Wright’s Wet Dream on vinyl at a market… had no cash in the moment … asked my friend if they could give me cash and then I’d pay them back later… my friend agreed thinking it was for food (I wasn’t trying to deceive them I promise I just didn’t communicate what that money was for as clearly as I thought I did… but I did pay them back plus a bit extra!) I did get my record tho

Went to Battersea Station…. DIDN’T REALISE IT WAS A FUCKING SHOPPING MALL ON THE INSIDE BECAUSE I FAILED TO DO MY RESEARCH AND DIDN’T EVEN ATTEMPT TO GO INSIDE BECAUSE I AM AWKWARD AS HELL… so instead I opted to awkwardly stand around the outside and check out the nearby shops (this is recent ;-;)

I used to draw and would just fill my notebook up with drawing of Pink Floyd (mostly just Roger…)

I am just now remembering how much of my fanart was nose-centric

You know that common trans experience of “trying desperately to live as your assigned gender one last time so you overcompensate before you come out”… well that overlapped with my “ukulele and Syd Barrett let’s dress psychedelic” phase

Have bought way too many pieces of clothing because they remind me of something Roger wore once (I think I’ll make this into it’s own post perhaps)

That’s all I can remember for now. Just feeling nostalgic. I could make a second part of all the most recent cringe shit I’ve done. I’m not laughing at myself I’m laughing with myself. Honestly my younger self was iconic, gotta love her

#Irving rambles #not gonna lie I had a shit ton of fun so good for me #pink Floyd #text post

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sashimeyay · 21 days ago

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last month

Larissa Weems x fm reader

FIRST OF ALL English is not my first language. so am sorry if this is a little bit cringe or something, and this is my first written hope you guys like it💋🥺

ANGST!!!

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"Please...please don't hate me, darling i know I've done terrible things, hurtful things i know I've broken your trust in me and i know that I don't deserve your forgiveness, but..... but I still love you i still want you, more than anything else in the world."

Larissa can see the anger and hurt still in your eyes, can see the pain and the distrust.

But deep down, buried beneath the layers of hurt and betrayal, she can still see the love and affection you have for her, the memories and feelings you've shared together that even this betrayal hasn't erased completely.

"what will you do if you found out that am cheating on you?"

i look at her with tears still flow down my face.

Larissa flinches at the question, the thought of you betraying her like that, cheating on her, filling her with a mixture of hurt and horror.

But she answers honestly, her voice low and shaky with emotion.

"I...... I would be devastated. I would be heartbroken, betrayed, angry. I would feel like I've lost a part of myself, like there's a hole in my soul that can never be filled again."

"that is exactly what i feel"

Larissa nods, her heart breaking even more at your words, at the knowledge that she's caused you so much pain and heartache.

She reaches out slowly, her hand hovering just above yours, wanting desperately to touch you, to comfort you, but afraid of crossing a line, of making things worse.

"I don't blame you for hating me,"

she continues, her voice thick with emotion, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I don't blame you for never wanting to see me again, for wanting to push me away and never look back."

"no.....you are wrong, later I'll still can see you but you can't see me"

Larissa looks at you in confusion, her heart pounding in her chest. She doesn't understand what you mean.

"What..... what do you mean?" she asks, her voice filled with trepidation."

" I don't have much time. "

"Don't....don't say that." she wishpers, her voice trembling and tears welling up in her eyes.

"Please don't say that, you...you can't!"

"i need to tell you something"

"what is it, my love?"

"I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, the doctor said I only had a month left, riss"

Principal Weams feels as if the world is falling out from beneath her, her heart shattering into a million pieces at your words. One month.

"No" she whispers, choking back a sob, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"No, darling, it...it can't be true."

She feels as if she can't breathe, can't think, can't process what you're saying. The thought of losing you

losing the love of her life, is more than she can bear.

"There...there has to be something we can do," she stutters, her voice thick with emotion. "We...we can find a different doctor, get another opinion, we-"

"we can't...... I've tried, and nothing is work...its useless"

Principal Weams shakes her head stubbornly refusing to believe it, refusing to accept it. She clenches her fists tightly, her jaw set in determination, her heart aching with a mixture of love and despair.

"It can't be useless," she insists, her voice raw and trembling. "We can find a way, we have to. I'm not going to lose you, do you understand? i will find the best doctor, i will cross all the-"

"hey hey baby, calm down." i take her trembling hands and hold it tight

"I've forgive you....I've forgive you for cheated on me"

Larissa looks at you in surprise, her heart swelling with a mixture of relief, hope, and joy. She can't believe you've forgiven her, can't believe you're willing to do that even after everything that's happened.

"You...you've forgiven me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes filling with yet more tears.

"yes, i forgiven you"

"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou" she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion

"Thankyou so much my love, i don't deserve it. i don't deserve you but......thankyou."

"I have to forgive you because we don't have much time and i want to spend my last month with you"

"we will make the best one last month in my life memorable and happy"

Larissa nods, her heart breaking at the thought of having just one month with you, but determined to make the most of it.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion.

"We will. And I...I won't waste a single moment, I promise you that. I'll make sure these next few weeks are the best of your life."

Larissa pulls you into a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around you like a vice, her body shaking with suppressed sobs. She buries her face into your neck, her tears dampening your skin as she clings to you, desperately trying to memorize the feel of your body against hers, the sound of your breathing, the smell of your hair.....

"when am gone, please take care of yourself and our baby girl Ellie"

"I will,"

she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

"I'll take care of myself, and I'll take care of our baby. I...I promise I will, but....its going to be so hard," she says, her voice shaking and the tears streaming down her face even more.

"Losing you..... i don't know how I'll manage"

Larissa takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to compose herself, her heart aching with a mixture of love and despair.

"But I...I will persevere," she says firmly, her voice filled with determination, even as the tears continue to fall. "For you, and for our daughter. I won't let either of you down. I promise."

"i don't want to die riss...... i don't want to leave you and our baby"

Larissa pulls you back into her embrace, her arms wrapping tightly around you once more, her body trembling with the force of her emotions. She buries her face into your hair, her tears soaking your skin as she holds you as close as she possibly can.

"I know, my darling,"

she whispers, her voice cracking with pain and sorrow. "I know. I don't want you to leave me, either. I'm...I'm going to miss you so much. But...but you have to know that I will always love you. Always. Even when you're gone, I will love you. And...and I'll make sure that our daughter knows just how much you loved her, too."

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The last few weeks fly by in a whirlwind of love and tears. Principal Weams does her best to make every moment count, to cherish every second she spends with you, but she can feel the weight of the impending loss hanging over her, the countdown to the end looming ever closer. And yet, she tries to put on a brave face for you, hiding her own pain and sadness behind a facade of strength and determination.

She spends every waking moment by your side, holding your hand, feeding you, bathing you, watching you sleep. She reads to you, talks to you, sings to you, trying to keep your spirits up, even though her own heart is breaking into pieces.

One evening, Principal Weams sits by your bedside, holding your hand, watching as you sleep. She can see the paleness of your skin, the way you're getting thinner and weaker each day, and the grief and terror of losing you is almost too much to bear. She can feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, the silent sobs shaking her body, but she doesn't make a sound, not wanting to disturb you.

"Ri-riss"

At the sound of your voice, Principal Weams's head snaps up, her eyes meeting yours as you stir awake. She swallows hard, trying to compose herself, but the tears well up in her eyes again as she smiles down at you.

"Hey, darling," *she says softly, her voice thick with emotion.* "How are you feeling?"

"worse"

Larissa's heart clenches in her chest at your reply. She can see the pain and exhaustion etched into every line of your face, and it kills her inside to see you suffering like this.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice cracking a little. She squeezes your hand tightly, her thumb rubbing circles over your knuckles.

"I'm so sorry, my love."

"I love you so much Larissa....... I'm sorry i can't stay with you forever as i promised"

Principal Weams swallows hard, her eyes filling with tears at your words. She shakes her head, her grip on your hand tightening.

"Don't apologize," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "None of this is your fault. I...I just wish we had more time, that's all."

Larissa leans in and gently kisses your forehead, her lips lingering on your skin for a long moment, as if trying to memorize the feel of you. Then she straightens up, her eyes still locked on yours as she continues to hold your hand.

"can you bring Ellie to here?

"ofcourse my darling, I'll get her right away."

Larissa walks quietly but quickly to Ellie's room, her heart heavy with emotion. She gently picks up the sleeping baby and cradles her in her arms, her body shaking slightly with the weight of her emotions. She takes a moment to look down at the sleeping baby, her heart hurting at the unfairness of it all. But she steels herself and walks back to your room.

Larissa enters the room and carefully walks over to the bed, clutching the baby close to her chest. She lays Ellie down gently beside you, so you can both see her, she watching as you look down at your daughter with a mixture of love and pain in your eyes.

"Hello Eleanor Roosevelt Weems, am sorry i can't keep my promises, am sorry i can't watch you grow, am sorry i can't catch you when you fall, am sorry i can't watch your first school........ but remember you have Mami Larissa, she will take good care of you, she will love you just like i love you"

She can see the pain and sadness in your eyes as you speak to Ellie, and she knows there are no words of comfort she can offer to ease that suffering. All she can do is stand by your side, offering silent support and love. She glances down at the baby, a wave of sadness washing over her as she watches the two of you together for what will no doubt be the last time.

"I......I promise you that I'll take good care of Ellie. I'll love her no matter what happens. She'll never want for anything, never be without love and support. And...and I'll make sure she knows how much you cared for her, how much you loved her."

"i know you will, my love"

Larissanods, a tear slipping down her cheek. She swallows hard, trying to keep herself together in front of you and Ellie, but it's difficult. Her heart feels like it's being torn in two, the grief and sadness almost overwhelming.

"I'll make sure she grows up knowing how much you loved her," she repeats softly.

"I'll tell her stories about you, about how wonderful and brave and beautiful you are."

"can we sleep together now? three of us?"

Larissa nods, swallowing hard past the lump in her throat. She knows this is going to be the last time you all sleep together like this, and she wants to savor every moment.

"Of course, my darling," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "We can sleep together. As a family."

Larissa carefully climbs into the bed beside you, making sure to not disturb Ellie too much. She lays down behind you, her body molding against yours, her arm coming around your waist to pull you close to her.

She buries her face into your hair, inhaling your scent, committing it to memory. She can feel the warmth of your body against hers, the slight rise and fall of your chest, the sound of your shallow breathing. It's all too familiar, and yet she knows this is the last time she'll experience it like this.

"Goodnight Larissa Weems, I love you so much..."

"Goodnight my love. i love you to, With all my heart"

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The next morning, Larissa wakes up before you. For a moment, she forgets everything, her mind still mired in the blissful state of sleep. But then she lifts her head and looks at you, and the memories come flooding back. The pain, the grief, the knowledge that this is the last moment like this they will ever share together.

but suddenly......

Larissa feels when it happens. It's a subtle shift, the rise and fall of your body against hers coming to an abrupt stop, the warmth of your body suddenly growing cold. She pulls back a little, her eyes wide with horror as she looks down at you. She already knows what she'll see, but she can't bring herself to accept it. She reaches out shaking fingers and touches your shoulder gently, as if hoping against hope that it's all been some terrible dream and you'll wake up any second.

"D-darling?"

she whispers. Her voice is shaky, her heart thundering in her chest.

"Darling, please...please wake up." She already knows you won't wake up. She can feel it, deep in her soul, a heavy numbness spreading through her body. Her eyes fill with tears, her whole body shaking with grief and sadness. She wants to scream, to cry, to rage at the universe for being so cruel.

Instead, she just sat there, staring at you in silent shock. She can barely comprehend what's happened, her brain refusing to process the reality of the situation. You're gone. You're really gone. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks, and she feels like she's suffocating, like she's drowning in grief and sadness and despair.

Tears stream down her face, her body shaking with silent sobs as she leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

She can taste the saltiness of her tears on her lips, mixing with the faint, bittersweet taste of your skin. It's all too much, the pain and the grief almost too much to bear.

She buries her face in your hair, taking deep, ragged breaths, trying to calm herself down. But it's no use. The grief is too overwhelming, too all-consuming. She lets out a broken, anguished cry, wrapping her arms around you tightly, as if by holding onto you she can somehow keep you there with her. But she knows it's hopeless.

You're gone,

and you're never coming back.......

emmm okay guys so that was my first written, i hope you guys like it and tell me if you want the next chapter xxxx💋

#larissa weems #larissa x reader #wednesday addams #principal weems #Larissa #nevermore academy #Spotify

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mayasdeluca · 9 months ago

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I was not expecting that episode to turn out the way it did with all those flashbacks (I was so confused until Emily gave us a timeline) but it was actually really nice to see some of the missing stuff we never got to at the time. Didn't expect the Marina bar scene to be part of the flashback but that scene was cute too. Loved hearing them talking about being moms, their families and Carina telling her she's going to be a good mom and how much Maya needed to hear that. 🥰

Definitely not happy the kiss seemed to get cut and once again we have an episode still of a kiss better than what ended up happening on screen. This is truly unacceptable considering we're in a 10pm time slot and Marina have yet to even have a decent kiss, never mind any kind of sexy scene. Really hoping that changes next week.

The Marina scene at the station was so cute too, seeing them all flirty and smitten and Maya just so excited at the idea of Carina being pregnant. 😍 And as sad as it was, I'm glad we got to see that moment between Maya and Vic where Maya expressed her sadness and frustration about how many times they've tried to get pregnant and it failed once again.

Maya on hormones was quite the sight too. 😂 "Because I'm a frickin' egg factory, Beckett!" was so good 😂

I loved everything involving Morris and showing Vic's importance to Crisis One and how she is always helping people and not getting that in return. The debriefing scenes were great and Vic finally reaching her breaking point was necessary and Barrett killed it. The Travic scene was so emotional and amazing 😭❤️ They were so long overdue for a scene like that and I'm so glad they got that this season.

The obsession with Ross and Sullivan continues to be weird and they were so cringe this episode. Ignored them for the most part but couldn't help but notice how Marina's kiss practically gets cut and then it leads right into their scene with plenty of kisses. 🙄

The promo for next week looks...intense. The Maya and Mason stuff is going to ruin me but in the best way. Hearing Maya talk about how Mason is hurting her and her community? Getting to hear Maya talk about it so openly? It's going to be so good. I can't wait!

#station 19 #station 19 spoilers #this show needs to be saved #they keep delivering and it's making it harder to accept it's over soon 😭

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nguyetmunff · 4 days ago

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Mashle Headcanons

To the person who left a parade of comments on my AO3 fic here is my reply to you XD

Really say something at it exceeded the comment section word limit lol

Barrett siblings and Ames siblings

You’ve hit the nail on the head imo—Dot and Finn is very similar in childhood, and the approach their older siblings took on raising them to be upstanding citizens also differs. Malta understood that she can’t be around forever (according to FB she have an independent streak especially during the flashback she’s the bosozoku leader) to baby him since they are different life to live so she did her best to raise Dot to be someone who can stand up for himself. You’ll notice that while Dot have insecurities about his inability to get a girlfriend in the present day, he hadn’t had a problem with making his opinion known with Mash & co. Going from a kid who won’t stand up for himself when his pals took his broom to a teenager who seriously needs a filter from brain to mouth is definitely a testament to how he was raised.

As for Rayne he had a goal in which the first step is becoming a Visionary and once he decides to do something he won’t stop. He probably knew on some level that Rayne might not necessarily in Finn’s life, Finn will definitely be in his life. With the status of DV he could keep track of Finn in the city easily so Finn doesn’t necessarily have to change. Coupled with the guilt of robbing Finn of his “normal” life, Rayne’s determined to at least give Finn that in exchange for not being involved. Unlike Malta, Rayne knows he’ll be around (and likely set up contingency plans in case he kick the bucket) so Finn doesn’t necessarily have to give up the possibility of a normal life like Rayne did, but Finn gave it up anyway and joined Easton.

2. First birthday together in four years

Honestly speaking Rayne’s a practical person and the world literally ended a few months ago. He’s swamped in work, he already told Finn happy early birthday, and took Finn to see his birthday gift. Rayne will let Finn have the whole day celebrating his first birthday with his friends and enjoy rubbing it in Kaldo’s face that his present is wayyy better than a beehive. As for Rayne’s upcoming birthday they’ll go for a friendly yakiniku dinner with Max and Aorio and generally just chill since a minimalist like Rayne doesn’t need anything fancy.

3. Dot’s handsomeness Degree

The people listed in Dot’s observation are people he interacted with beyond being an exposition piece (his commentary on Rayne is for the viewer’s sake) so I think Dot just doesn’t know enough about him to make a judgement. The anime did a lot but Rayne’s honestly really ugly in the manga and he’ll give Mikasa a run for her money with his cringe speeches

4. Beansprout pancakes

Finn probably knows the value of food since he used to be homeless and starving. As long as it’s not hazardous then food is food. He liked pancakes because it used to be a symbol of unattainable luxury.

5. Rabbit punches

He’d be disappointed to learn it had nothing to do with rabbit lol

6. Domina’s sibling complex

Honestly yeah. But unlike InnoZero, Mash have the famed Exhibit A: The Siscon so he’ll put a stop to it once Domina’s behaviors goes too far. A duel will make it clear that Mash can take care of himself and doesn’t need any fawning, but he wouldn’t say no to more cream puffs. I think Domina would understand that he was about to fall back to another unhealthy dependent relationship, far from what he wanted with Mash, and just chill out.

7. Finn’s living expenses

Finn didn’t really think much about it. To him it was some gigs he did to learn independence so even if he found out later it doesn’t change the truth that Finn put efforts into work and should be fairly compensated.

8. Orter and the Ames siblings

We don’t know anything abt the Madl bros, so everything after this sentence is just speculation. I don’t think Orter see Wirth as Wirth the individual, but Wirth the younger brother. Rayne and Finn worked, so they’re doing something right. Orter thinks he and Rayne are similar → he copied Rayne → Wirth didn’t react the same as Finn → the problem lies with Wirth being different from Finn, not because there’s literally no common ground between the Madl bros to build up their relationship from. It’s like trying to pour batter into the cake pan even though the oven’s not even preheated yet.

Orter’s book is basically a recipe book read by someone who’d never cook before in life. He would dump the flour, use salted butter, mix in a cold egg, and then complain about the recipe when the cake pops out inedible lol

(every time Rayne saw Orter with the book he’d smirk and Ryoh have to remind Orter that smirking isn’t a crime lol 😂)

9. As long as Ryoh and Kaldo aren’t dragging Finn into anything dangerous Rayne’d think it’s good that Finn is making connections so someone would look out for him on the off chance that Rayne KIA’ed

10. I really don’t think Rayne have a sibling complex. Personally I think he cares for Finn the normal amount of someone who lost their parents at a young age and forced to step up and be the substitute parents for an unreliable younger sibling. He doesn’t get obsessed with Finn’s daily lives unlike Lance and basically told Finn that he’s free to do whatever he wants as long as he stay out of danger during vs. delisaster

11. Addition of Ryoh

I remember saying this somewhere but the Ryoh idea isn’t mine lol. I was weirded out when I saw the FB segment where Ryoh’s wife thanked Finn for coming over and play with her son and then read a fic where Finn told Ryoh his frustrations with Rayne even though he did so much for his sake and was like ‘omg this person gotta be a genius!!!’ I was mentally sounding out the fic atp and decided that if I ever write it out Finn and Ryoh’s conversation will be the very last chapter and so I did XD

12. I’m glad everyone loved the visuals in the quiz fic lol the logistics and edit were srsly annoying at the time :’) so I’m glad it paid off

13. Fancomic

Yeah I used to be a fan of that particular artist until they released an R18 book on the Ames bros and at that point I just noped out of there. But honestly I think Rayne smiling in the last panel broke the immesion for me unfortunately. Their comic about Rayne during the exam was really really good, though. I think it was the original inspiration for the ‘Rayne got the mama bear mission’ joke in ch. 14 of the fic

14. Carpaccio’s original plan is coming up with various scenarios and have the younger bros enact them out (shopping, pranking, cooking,…) but with him controlling all variables and retrials like The Sims. There’s no end date and rest for involved parties so Tsurara put a stop to it.

15. Agito’s questions in quiz fic

Agito knows better than to sexually harass the younger bros; reputation crash aside it’d just be instant death and far from the slow torture he wants. He’ll just unleash all the embarrassing things the older bros did during their time as colleagues so that at least one of them will attempt to gag him—either sand or sword will do. There’s this fancomic a while back where Ryoh and Renatus lead Rayne to his new DV office and said that he needs to ‘open, sesame’ it will slapping the door. Blud fell for it and a few years ago Orter did the same so I imagine it’s something like that lol

16. Orter and Wirth

I headcanon to pre-Alex!Orter, Wirth is just a pawn in Orter’s proxy war with Madl dad and vice versa. Orter’s said to be a talented person (5th strongest magic user at 23 yrs old) so it wouldn’t be strange if he already had access to thirds at 14-15 yrs old. His response to doing something to achieve his normal life basically amounts to pick up and replant his roots elsewhere without a care. I really don’t think Orter ever cared about anything but himself. We know that he got the same education as Wirth growing up, but Orter knows his own strengths and not afraid to live his own life even if it displease Madl dad. Post-Alex!Orter doesn’t want regrets, so he’s approaching Wirth as an older brother, but they don’t have common ground to build up from, but Orter doesn’t understand that.

At least that’s my intepretation since I doubt the author of ‘how to spend time with ur younger bro’ wrote the book with the intention of someone trying to use the written tactic on another person who is essentially a stranger lol

17. Finn and the cousin

The cousin doesn’t actively wants to harm Finn, he just doesn’t want them together. Finn needs to stand up for himself and he needs Rayne to be strong as his successor. If he can’t control Rayne then he’d use Finn’s life as a threat, but that is the worst case scenario since if the cousin can threaten Rayne with Finn then who’s to say the other faction can’t do the same? But ultimately Rayne doesn’t have the ruthlessness the cousin is looking for in a potential successor to begin with so he let them go. He assigned someone to keep an eye on them in the slum for their own wellbeing, so catching Imelda’s murderer is just a bonus that ended up propelling the cousin to the top anyway. The cousin wasn’t counting on it being potentially profitable—he really was just looking out for them despite using them for his schemes.

18. Rayne distancing himself

I like to think that Finn had a hunch that Rayne’s distancing himself to protect Finn, but batted himself away from that thought because it’s just a self-serving, convenient fantasy. With Max and Aorio running damage control in the background Finn knew it had to be true, but he doesn’t have proof. It’s a Schrodinger’s cat situation. When Rayne told him he should’ve led a normal life during vs. Delisaster it’s all the proof Finn needs.

19. Even when Rayne’s being distant Finn’s bullies never got off lightly. Loid Cabbage’s days were numbered even without Mash bashing him in episode 3. Rayne isn’t the type to be flashy with his care so he’ll just keep up with pest management as he always did and Finn being none the wiser. It’s a popular headcanon that Rayne curb stomped Milo for that exact reason—that’s what I thought too.

20. Personally, I don’t think Rayne completely cut Finn off. It might look like that on the surface since he’s strictly cold with Finn, but he’s running all sorts of interference underneath using Max, Aorio, building up favors with teachers so they’ll keep an eye out. He wasn’t able to keep Finn out of Easton (they were still on speaking term before) so at least Rayne wants Finn to give up on him during the six years he had before graduating. It’s his hope that Finn will be able to stand on his own two feet and goes on to live a normal life after graduating. Finn might miss his brother, but Rayne made sure that he wasn’t all alone and cut off from all support, especially since Rayne knew the hardship of fending for himself from his time on the streets. He also spares no expense when it comes to Finn so there might be a coupon for a therapist in the fortune cookie if Aorio spot Finn being off lol. This is just my headcanon according to my fic—but since how Finn turned out in canon I’d say all’s well that’s well tbh.

Rayne’s a straightforward person; once he decides on something he’ll see it through, so even if he saw a different future where Finn unalived himself he’ll just double down and keep Finn so busy with work that he wouldn’t even have time to be upset tbh. It’s unlikely, since the Ames bros know each other very well unlike the Madls, but I agree that it makes good angst materials.

21. Finn in a bunny onesie

His first reaction would be ‘it’s fluffy’. His second reaction would be to get Meliadoul on speed dial because Finn is acting insane. They understand each other well, so Rayne would know that it’s far from Finn’s preferred attire and Finn is far too old to be buying and wearing a bunny onesie.

22. Carpaccio love spell

Rayne would be severely disappointed and lose respect for his DV colleagues if they ask Finn to play along just because ‘love potion’s only 24hrs’. It’s a severe invasion of privacy, and honestly I don’t see why they would do that. They know Finn better than Carpaccio and connections wise it’s better if they stay on Rayne’s good side. It’s likely that Rayne will call for an immediate quarantine and won’t let Carpaccio out until the spell wears off.

As for Finn being a nice person it’s only for people in his close circle. People seems to forget but even if under duress he was really awful to Mash during the first week of school. He’s a coward who will step up for his friends, but at this point Carpaccio’s just a crazy guy who unnecessarily stabbed him a bunch of time just to make a useless point. I’m sure Finn’s self-preservation instincts will win out whatever sympathy he might have for Carpaccio’s situation (especially if its only 24hrs)

23. If someone tells Finn he’s a financial burden on Rayne then he’ll stew on it for a while, but ultimately decides it doesn’t matter. It’s the truth, but Finn also knew that he was a kid and it’s important to lend a hand to each other in time of need. He’ll make sure to pay Rayne forward, though so that’s extra motivation to do well and find a decent job.

Hope this make sense lol I'll edit it later

#mashle #rayne ames throughout the years

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