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burrcapts · 4 months ago

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Furry Midnight Haul

Nobody really knows how such places come to be, but it typically doesn't take very long before they are noticed by those who had the misfortune of living nearby. Most of the time it starts with people simply having a strange, uneasy feeling if they happen to get too close. But with time, the stories behind them begin to grow and fill with new, frightening details. The locals start whispering about those who went missing after going there on a dare, or just because they did not believe the rumors and had something to prove. Unfortunately for Quinn and Leo, they weren't locals at all and heard no such warnings.

After Leo's gps sent the two of them on a goose chase across the countryside, suggesting an apparently far more optimal and 12,7% faster route that eventually turned out to take them through a good handful of different dirt roads, they somehow ended up in the absolute middle of nowhere. Somehow even despite that the duo was still in a pretty upbeat mood, chatting merrily about the amazing concert they were at earlier that evening. Unfortunately it was already well past midnight and Leo was starting to feel really worn out after all the different excitements of the day so driving much further did not seem like such a great idea.

The closest town on the map was almost an hour away and even then, it was so small that Quinn and Leo doubted they would have found an open motel there anyway. Instead they decided to spend the night in the parking lot of this old truck stop they happened to be passing at the time. It looked abandoned, but most of the lamplights around the property seemed to still be working so they hoped that at least no animals would be disturbing them till morning.

Quinn needed to take a quick leak before bedtime but Leo was so wiped that he wasted next to no time reclining his driver seat all the way back and rolling up some old sweatshirt he found on the backseat for a makeshift pillow. Of course he agreed when Quinn asked him to try and stay awake until he was back in case something were to happen. But it wasn't even a full minute after his friend closed the car door behind himself that he began dozing off.

Quinn was only planning to run behind the building and have a piss there, but as he got closer, he realized that he could see a faint light flickering behind one of the windows. Maybe this place wasn't really as abandoned as they originally thought… Upon closer inspection, he found the door to the public toilet at the side of the building, that's where the light was coming from!

Much to Quinn's surprise, while not spotlessly clean by any means the bathroom wasn't a complete sty like he would have expected and after taking a small peek, he decided to try going inside, not knowing that nobody had been there in ages. He noticed a bit of a funky, musky aroma in the air, but honestly, that wasn’t a total dealbreaker. He walked up to the stalls and found them in a more than acceptable state as well. Those were going to be useful in case that double sized chili hot dog he got at the last gas station came knocking…

But one thing that caught Quinn's eye in particular had to be graffiti that covered the walls inside the stall. He giggled, wondering if he accidentally stumbled upon some secret gay cruising spot. The drawings were pretty simple and rather crude, depicting numerous beefy, burly men, with big cocks and even bigger beards! Quinn giggled when he noticed just how much care and attention was put into drawing their junk and their body hair, but how little anything else.

Upon a closer look, it was almost like a comic book of sorts, showing the lives of a pair of particularly hairy, bearded truckers (but really, mostly just the two of them fucking each other and the men they met on the road.) One was drawn almost like a round ball with how huge his gut was and while the other had a pretty hefty potbelly too, someone definitely put the most effort into making his arms look as big and muscular as possible.

Back in the car, Leo could see those same two arms in a much greater detail. As soon as he'd fallen asleep, he found himself having a very strange dream... In it, he was also reclining in front of the steering wheel in the middle of this same parking lot, only he was inside of a huge semi truck, rather than the old sedan he got from his dad. When he tried to move, Leo realized that he was occupying the body of someone else.

Someone big… really big. Those furry arms he saw waving in front of him were just enormous! He also had a beard, and it must have been really long and bushy because Leo could see its end brushing all across his meaty, ridiculously hairy chest whenever he looked down! He immediately blushed when he realized that wasn't the only thing he could see… This guy's fly was popped wide open with a fully hard, beercan of a cock sticking straight out of it!

And the freakiest thing was that as soon as he saw it, Leo began feeling so damn horny, as if he'd just been beating it off himself… suddenly it was almost getting hard to keep himself from wrapping this furry paw that he now had for a hand around the engorged, leaking piece of meat. Why not give it a few strokes? It wasn't like he was planning on cumming before the huz was back… that thought came so naturally to Leo that it didn't really occur to him to ask who was this ‘huz’ that he was talking about.

The burly trucker whose body Leo was now inhabiting did not like to think too hard about things, especially not when he was this hard and horny himself! If Quinn had still been around, he would have seen Leo squirming in the car seat, moaning pleasurably as the coating of stubble around his mouth began sprouting darker and thicker. But what was going on inside Leo's dream in that same moment was far less tame…

After giving his swollen meat a few timid strokes, he quickly discovered just how good it could feel to jerk off in the body of such a hulking, furry beast of a man. By now he was completely consumed by lust, grunting loud and beating it so hard that his huge, hairy balls were swinging in the air. Leo could actively feel himself growing dumber, but it was impossible to resist all that pleasure. As if this mind, limited to only the horny, brutish thoughts was experiencing them with that much more intensity.

Some of this horniness must have been rubbing off on Quinn because as he continued to study the lewd graffiti, his cock started to tent up in his pants without him noticing. His eyes were so tightly glued to the drawings that he also failed to realize that little by little, the space around him was changing. Paint was losing its vibrant color and peeling off the walls, the white tiles on the floor turning to shades of grey and freely overgrowing with grime. The unwashed smell of sweaty, wild sex was allowed to fill the air, opening the door to numerous, dirty and perverse thoughts that were just waiting for an opportunity to sneak into Quinn's head.

He found himself picturing what those two bearded truckers might have looked like in real life. Somehow not finding it strange at all that his interest was gravitating particularly towards the drawings depicting the most explicit sex scenes. They both had such massive cocks… the one belonging to the beefier trucker was hella thick, but so was the meat of the guy with a huge gut, and it might have been even longer! Quinn let out a moan as his cock started to grow even bigger, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

Ugh, why the fuck was he wearing something so damn tight while on the road? It always felt best to ride in nothing but his jock so he could always whip out his cock whenever he got horny and give hubby a hot show… and since the jockstrap was right there, he would always have something around to wipe up all that cum off his belly too! Suddenly Quinn had the perfect image of a blonde, big bellied trucker with an enormous, matted beard pressing a nasty, yellowed jockstrap straight into his face. He grinned and gave it a snort, then, a moment later, Quinn found himself making that exact same sound, his hand tightly squeezing the bulge sprouting from his crotch.

Fuck yeah, horny manstink always got him so damn hard! Quinn started to lift his other hand towards his face, he felt something between his fingers… its crusty fabric was soaked with so many old loads that he could already smell it… his ripe, old jockstrap… suddenly Quinn was pushing his face right into it, taking a deep snort as his faint, weekend's worth of stubble started to grow longer and denser. Already making him look like he hadn't shaved in well over a month, and probably hadn't bothered to comb his shaggy mess of beard in about as long too.

Oh damn, this manly stink was really getting him going! Quinn was in the process of trying to clumsily undo his belt and get ahold of his cock. But fuck, he needed more! His mouth was opening, the tongue sticking out further and further, something was telling him that he just had to give this rank jock a good lick… he could already almost taste those salty, countless loads spilled into it… but then suddenly Quinn opened his eyes, asking himself just what the fuck he was doing?! He tossed the jockstrap against the wall, pushing the stall door open and bolted outside.

Unfortunately for Leo trying to resist the influence of this place was proving to be far more difficult while asleep. Even despite his dwindling intellect, he could tell that this was no ordinary dream. Everything was too real… the inside of this cab, this hulking, beefy body covered in coarse fur, the way it felt when he squeezed this beer can thick cock that constantly dribbled with pre. He had this sudden urge to give it a taste and once he did, he simply couldn't stop! He was such a horny pig! Constantly beating off and huffing his ripe pits.

Leo was still able to tell that the deeper he sank into this lustful frenzy, the harder it was getting to recall ever doing anything else, ever being anything else than this massive, furry trucker! But who cared? He was so fucking hot now! Leo wasn't able to resist tilting the rear view window towards the cabin so he could see more of himself in the reflection. Getting so damn turned on admiring his broad, meaty chest and caressing the enormous beard that was hanging down from his tough, brutish face.

Back in the real world, Leo's body was moving in that exact, same fashion. Fingers combing through what was now a full beard, densely covering his cheeks while his other hand tugged on his swelling cock. Somehow Leo knew what was happening to him, that his real self was changing to resemble this burly, constantly horny, hirsute beast of a man but he was powerless to do anything about it. Completely trapped inside this horny wet dream and unable to wake up.

Even his best efforts amounted to little more than making himself shift from side to side in his seat. Except by now, it was a tall and wide driver's seat of a massive semi truck and with every stroke of his cock, Leo was getting closer to filling it completely with his furry bulk. He knew that the only hope he had left was for Quinn to quickly get back and wake him up before it was too late!

Unfortunately for Leo, his friend was going through a major crisis of his own at that same moment when he ran out of the bathroom stall and saw himself in the mirror. He was so unrecognizable that at first Quinn screamed, thinking that someone else was in here with him, but when it finally sank in that he was looking at himself, he was far too freaked out to make even a peep. His puffy face was completely covered in shaggy, matted hair! The only thing that Quinn could think of was that he must have been having some kind of an allergic reaction because the rest of his body was suddenly so swollen that his normally loosely fitting hoodie was ready to burst at the seams.

Quinn was panicking so much that despite having felt the messy hairs against his fingers, he still refused to accept that such a huge beard could have sprouted all around his mouth just like that. He rushed towards the sink, convinced that it was something he could simply wash off. Turning on the rusty tap and splashing his face in such a hurry that it was only when his beard was completely soaked wet, that Quinn got a good whiff of just how badly this water reeked.

It was so unbelievably ripe and musky, as if someone made a whole bunch of brawny construction workers wipe themselves with only a single towel after their shift, and then wrung it right above his face. Quinn let out a strained groan as he tried to hold his breath, but it was too late, his chest started to swell so rapidly that it felt like he might suffocate if he didn't pull off his hoodie. Only to find a massive, round gut flopping down onto the sink alongside a pair of fat moobs when he did.

It was just immense and it was still swelling larger and covering in thick, sweaty hair right before his eyes. Quinn’s gaze constantly darting back and forth between it and this massive, unkempt mess of a beard that was now cascading down his chest. Quinn had no idea what to do now, he only knew that somehow, watching it all happen was getting him so unbelievably horned up that he was only moments away from tearing his pants open to whip out his rock hard cock and start beating off.

But then it turned out that he won't even have to wait that long. Suddenly a big, muscled arm covered in thick, dark fur appeared on top of his belly, with another one undoing his belt and grabbing his cock from behind.

“Fuck huz, should have told me ya wanted to stick around cruisin’ for some cocksuckers round here, would have joined ya earlier! Or maybe even taken care of that gigantic schlong myself!”

Quinn moaned when he felt the grip tightening around his meat as the visitor's broad, rough fingers began massaging its entire length. He looked up and saw the gruff face of a hulking trucker brute with a beard almost as massive as his own. After a moment and a closer look Quinn recognized him, and of course he fucking did! It was his husband Leo, the horny pig couldn't even wait till he was done having a piss and had already stomped here with his cock out, wanting to fuck! But that was why Quinn loved that bastard so much, the only man he'd ever met who was as much of a horndog as himself! He grinned and pulled down his pants all the way, opening his hairy ass wide and sliding it onto Leo’s thick, throbbing cock.

“Yeah, give it to me you hot fucker! Yer gonna be tasting that load when ya rim my arse at the next stop!!!”

Wait… why was he saying that… Quinn wanted to tell Leo to stop but instead only kep spewing more dirty, perverted things and encouraging him to fuck him harder. God, that felt so damn good, seeing just how much his gut was turning this beefy trucker on! Leo was moaning even louder than he was when he caressed this furry, swelling beach ball with his meaty paws. Inside, Quinn was still desperately trying to tell his friend that he had to stop, but the only thing leaving his mouth was a horny litany of the dirtiest curse words ordering him to keep going until eventually even he was too turned on to talk at all.

Only grunting wildly as he tugged on his big nips and pushed his ass deeper and deeper onto Leo's beer can thick fuckstick. After all those years they've spent on the road together, fucking multiple times per day, they could both tell without fail just how close the other was to blowing his load. And with how loud and savage Leo's groans were getting, Quinn knew that the huz was already on the edge.

“Do it fucker! Blow that load in my… HNNGHHHHH!!!

He couldn't finish before he felt Leo squeezing his cock as hard as he could take it and jerking it rapidly until it began spewing thick globs of prime trucker spunk all over the floor in front of them. Then thrusting his cock as deep up Quinn's ass as he could before he started cumming as well, completely flooding the big bellied bear's insides. As always, the intensity of the orgasm leaving them heaving and panting loudly, completely dripping with sweat. After Leo slid his cock out, Quinn gathered some of the cum still oozing from its tip onto his tongue and pulled his man into a sloppy kiss, already looking forward to finding out just how much better this load was going to taste after marinating inside his hole until the next truck stop.

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shonen-brainrot · 11 months ago

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Dabi brainrot

I can't stop thinking about Dabi, who accidentally rescues you after burning a few guys to ashes in a dark alley. Little did he know they were after you, wanting to hurt you. When the azure flames vanish, you hesitantly peek from the huge trash container you hid behind, and that's when he notices you. You instantly raise your hands in the air, begging him not to hurt you, and after a closer inspection of your face, Dabi mercifully decides to spare your life. As he walks off, you run after him, asking how you can repay him. He tells you to simply "fuck off " and leave him alone. Undeterred, you pull a little notebook from your small purse, jot down your address, and slip it into his palm.

After a week or two, upon returning home to your apartment, you notice it's super cold. Rushing to the living room, you find the windows closed. You remind yourself that you probably left the window open in your bedroom. When you get there, Dabi sits casually on your large bed adorned with a pink quilt and fluffy pillows, inspecting your All Might plushie. It's the very first moment you see him as he is – with all those nasty scars adorning his face, neck, and forearms. He notices you with the corner of his eye and tilts his head, giving you a look; his turquoise eyes seem cold. You don't have to ask how he got into your flat – the window is opened. Instead, you bow deeply and thank him again for saving your life. You tell him you know who he is; you've seen him on national TV as his statement was played. You express that you don't mind him being a villain because you can see past his deeds, and you see he has a "good heart ."

Dabi scoffs at your words, telling you that he can easily get rid of you right here and now.

You respond by stating that you are aware of how mighty his quirk is, and you claim not to be afraid of him at all. This makes him cock his eyebrow a little. Before he scoffs at your words, wanting to call you "stupid" or "idiot," you surprise him by offering tea and a muffin. Truly taken aback, he hesitates. A random girl, who was foolish enough to give HIM her address, now wants to give him sweets and tea. Since it's been a while since he had something sweet, he agrees and follows you to your small living room mixed with a kitchen annex. You serve him muffins and tea, and you sit with him, asking questions about his life and his well-being. You express your willingness to help him if he ever needs something, even though you don't have much to offer. He's not only surprised, but it's also hard for him to process that a civilian, knowing his status, is actually kind to him.

Ever since that day, he visits you frequently. Sometimes you help him with the wounds he gets after another fight, or he just visits you when he feels super low or anxious. Sometimes he sneaks into your room through the windows, and sometimes he's civilized enough to knock on your door. He can't deny the nice feeling he experiences whenever he is close to you. And he changes his opinion of you – he doesn't see you as some stupid chick anymore. No, he thinks you're super sweet, smart, and kind.

The two of you spend time casually chatting, and oh god, it turns out you have tons of topics to discuss. Even though you're quirkless and tend to take the hero's side, you have some similar opinions to his. The thing he likes about you the most is that you hate Endeavor as well. He enjoys sitting on your couch while you lay next to him, reading one of your heavy university books. He likes watching you do some casual things. He likes being close to you.

And sometimes when he sneaks into your room at night, while you're sleeping peacefully, hugging your All Might plushie to your chest, he simply sits there, watching you, or just lays by your side. Even though most of the time you're sweetly unaware he intruded your room, you slowly turn to him, snuggling with his side as he feels super warm and comfy. You don't do this on purpose; it's just some instinct of wanting to be warm at night. And he doesn't mind. He loves the smell of your hair, he loves how smooth your skin is against his, he loves how beautiful you are in your pinkish nightgown, he loves how small you are compared to him. And he can't deny it anymore. He's having a crush or something of the sort. And he doesn't want it to end, ever.

#ru brainrot 🩷#mha headcanons #dabi #dabi headcanons #touya todoroki headcanons #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #dabi x reader fluff #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi fluff #mha fluff #anime fluff

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nyxyxx · 1 year ago

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Godly Desires - Part 1

So yeah this is what I've been working on recently. It's quite short actually but I wanted to post it right now cause I'll be too busy later. It's not fully edited yet but I'll get to that sometime. I. II. III. IV.

As usual this story will contain yandere themes and religious themes so please proceed with caution. (This part itself is fine though.)

"A new place"

You wake up in an unfamiliar surrounding, as you try to collect your thoughts. You see very tall trees - taller than ones you've ever seen before. You can faintly hear the sound of rushing water nearby, as well as birds chirping from all around. All of this leads you to believe that you are currently in a forest, though you have no idea how you got here.

You slowly rise from the ground, brushing the dirt off of your person, and as you do, you take notice of the strange shiny object on the ground by your feet. Upon further inspection, it appears to be some fancy mirror-like object, though it could definitely use a cleaning. You put it in your pocket and decided you'd deal with it later.

Looking back up, you see two paths stretch ahead of you. One going forward, and one going backwards. The one going forwards and the one going backwards had no drastic difference, something that would tell you that going one way would be more dangerous than the other. However, the path going backwards was going uphill, and you figured you might as well go forwards then, if just out of laziness.

The more you walked down the path, you noticed the sun was beginning to go down. This wasn't good. You most certainly didn't want to have to spend the night out in this forest, where you had no idea what could happen. So you hurried along the path quicker. If you could get to the water, then you could probably find your way out of the forest.

However, as you got closer to the sound of the water, you noticed other... strange sounds around you. It was hard to explain if what you were hearing was a language being spoken, or just the sound of animals. You hid behind a tree and crept closer, peeking ahead.

There you found...hilichurls...? You were so confused. Were you dreaming, or were there actually hilichurls in front of you? They didn't seem to notice you, as they kept staring towards the beach. Regardless if this was real or not, you realized you had to find a way around them. Should you try and fight them? Well that idea was quickly dismissed, as you had nothing on your person you could use as a weapon, unless you wanted to try attacking them with a stray branch on the ground.

Or you could try to sneak past them? You contemplated what you should do for a while. In the end, you decided the most logical thing to do was to try and sneak past them. You carefully hid behind the hill they were standing on top of, while you crawled on your hands and knees around them. Everything was going well... until you got to the other side of the hill, where you were greeted unexpectedly by a mitachurl.

You stood there in fear. It was huge. Much taller than you, and it held a giant axe in its hands. You stood there in shock for a while, until you noticed that it had spotted you. In fact, it had been staring at you since the beginning. You had the urge to run, to flee, to scream and yell for help - but you didn't move. You found you couldn't get your feet to listen to you. It began to approach closer, and you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Your palms were sweaty, your body was shaking. It stepped closer once more, now directly in front of you.

And then with its giant hand, it reached towards you...and your eyes snapped shut. Oh no, this was it. You were going to die. Fear took over you, but there was something else as well. Something you couldn't decipher. Well, it didn't matter anyway, because you were going to die right now.

That is what you thought until you opened your eyes. In front of you, the mitachurl did not attack you, but instead held out its hand, and offered you...an apple?

Part two is in the works and will probably be up maybe tomorrow at earliest.

#genshin impact sagau #sagau cult au #genshin sagau #sagau x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #cw yandere #sagau #genshin cult au #self aware genshin

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the-butch3r · 3 months ago

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Door 50 Shenanigans

Part 1: Redolence

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Male Reader Word Count: 1.7k Content: Smut [MDNI] Sebastian's weird anatomy, masturbation, scent kink, heat cycles Summary: Sebastian's in heat again. The scent lingering on the jumpsuit he stole from you is something he thinks he can use to take care of himself - at least for now.

Part 2 on its way soon - AO3 ver.

God damn it. Damn it all.

It was that time of the year again. Sebastian knew. He could clearly tell, with the way an uncomfortable heat pooled in his crotch area. It was an itch that was almost too hard to scratch. It got worse every fall, too, the longer he went without a partner to take care of it with.

He grumbled to himself, gripping tightly onto the table he was hunched over. He gritted his teeth, his third hand languidly pumping fingers in and out of his cunt. By the time he would cum for the third time today, he knew it would only last maybe a few short hours before the painful ache rebounded twice as bad. It was becoming unbearable. He needed more sexual stimulation – it was severely irritating, painful even – a huge problem for him.

The sound of a door opening, followed by multiple footsteps and the chatter of expendables caught him off guard. In a panic, he tried to push his half-revealed cocks back in his hole, wiping his fingers off on his jacket. Quickly buttoning it back up to hide his private area, he then turned around to face the new expendables who would enter his shop.

Sebastian put on a smile as he flicked his light on, clearing his throat as he watched a head pop out of the vent. Upon realizing it was you, his smile became less forced.

“Heeeey, welcome back, you!” He exclaimed, clasping his hands together. You smiled warmly at him, giving him a small wave as 2 other expendables crawled out of the vent behind you. He hoped he seemed at least presentable right now, anxiously fiddling with his unkempt hair.

You stood quietly behind them as they inspected what Sebastian had in stock today – a code breacher, a medkit, a lantern, a hand-cranked flashlight, and a gummy light.

“Aw man, I want the gummy light but I’m broke.” Your fellow expendable pouted as their shoulders dropped, having to spend a revive a few doors down, resulting in them losing all the data they collected. Expendable 2 patted their back reassuringly. “Here, I’ll buy it for you.” They said, smiling as they saw Expendable 1’s face light up like a Christmas tree.

You personally had your eye on the medkit, but you were willing to scavenge whatever they left behind. You had enough data points to purchase most of the things in the shop, deciding to grab a battery as the rest of your trio bickered about what they’d buy.

You sighed, looking down at your suit. It was particularly dirty, drenched in the grime of your own sweat, and torn up by Z-96. You felt pretty uncomfortable in it, and would definitely prefer a suit change right about now, but you couldn’t complain about it at the moment. Sebastian, however, seemed to notice your discomfort.

“Need a new suit?” He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. Your head jerked up, surprised by the offer. You nodded slowly. “Uh, y-yeah. You wouldn’t happen to have any extra, would you…?” You asked nervously, scratching your neck. How adorable you were.

“Suuuuuure.” He answered, almost sounding sarcastic to you, but you realized he wasn’t when he pulled out a crate from the corner of the shop and pried it open. Inside was a handful of Expendable jumpsuits. You weren’t too keen on finding out where these came from.

Sebastian pulled one out with his claw, dangling it in front of you as it unfolded. You could see a few patches on the material, covering up the mistakes of its previous owner.

“Fixed these up myself.” He announced proudly, moving it closer to your face. You reached out to take it from him, holding it in your arms as you smiled up at him. “Thanks, Sebastian.” You smiled at him again, a blush on your face. He smiled back, giving you a thumbs up.

The other 2 Expendables snickered between themselves, preparing to tease you for it as soon as you would all leave the shop to continue your run. As they left through the vent, you were about to follow behind, having grabbed what you needed, before Sebastian’s voice stopped you.

“Ahh.. wait. You wouldn’t mind, err, changing in here, would you?” You stopped in your tracks, turning your head to him. “I just want the suit you have, that’s all. Don’t worry, I won’t peek.” Sebastian covered his eyes — his third one as well — with his hands, still facing you to give you enough light to see.

You indulged his request, seeing why not. Unbothered by his presence, you unclipped your diving gear, unzipping your current jumpsuit and stepping out of it. Grabbing the new one you left on the floor, you fit your body through the arms and legs, fitting into it perfectly. It wasn’t properly cleaned, but it was cleaner for sure, and that was enough for you.

“Here you go,” you held your old jumpsuit in your hand, lending it to Sebastian. He uncovered his eyes, smiling down at you. “Thank you. Come back soon, friend.”

You smiled dumbly to yourself as you crawled out of the vent, your friends complaining to you about the ‘special treatment’ you got. Did Sebastian treat anyone else like that, or just you?

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Sebastian groaned to himself, feeling the pulsing heat take its place in his groin yet again. He leaned back against the wall behind him, face hot with embarrassment. His tail strewed itself about the room as if it had a mind of its own, his fins twitching from the suspense of stimulation. Fuck, he really had to do something about this.

His eyes drifted to the form of your discarded wetsuit, folded messily on the desk next to him. A thought came to mind – your aroma was emanating off of it, he could smell it from where he was sitting. It practically called his name, smelling unpleasant but alluring at the same time.

…Hm. There was something he could do with that, wasn’t there?

Hastily, he removed the SCRAMBLER from his back, setting it down safely in the corner of the room. Unbuttoning his coat, his scarf unraveled from his neck, both articles being tossed onto the floor. Unclipping the straps and equipment attached to him, he threw it into another tangled mess on the stone cold ground that he would deal with later.

Pushing a crate in front of the vent entrance to prevent any stray expendables from wandering in whilst the store was closed, he grabbed your dirty jumpsuit within his right claws, crumpling it up between his fingers. He cursed himself for this, but this would definitely help with the issue a bit more. Your scent would give him more scenarios he could get off to. You were just so sweet to him – he couldn’t help himself.

Lowering himself horizontal on the floor, his tail lifted in an arch, a hand sliding down. It found his first slit, reaching two digits inside and easing out his cocks. A sigh of alleviation left his mouth. He was going to hell for this, wasn’t he?

It’s not like hell would be much different from down here anyway. Pressing the bunched up cloth up to his nostrils and taking a whiff, his eyelids softened. Most of his senses were amplified by the DNA infused within him, and his sense of smell was no exception.

He could smell everything on the worn cloth. Your sweat, your blood, your body odor… It was just so unapologetically you, and he was totally getting off to it. His cocks stood erect at the thought of you behind him, hauling his tail over your shoulder like it was nothing, rutting into him like a toy.

Before he knew it, a third hand slid down to rub his slit, the other one being utilised to stroke himself. Pathetic whimpers were muffled by the suit, pressed up against his snout as he got himself off to the thought of you. Every single obscene or lewd thought he pushed down, he’d let loose now.

He imagined the two thick fingers working him out to be your cock, thick and meaty, filling him up in every perfect way he needed it. His aching cocks swelled needily at the thought, pumping his hand fast against it. He bit into the fabric of your diving suit, using it as a muffle, trying hard not to make more noise than he already was. If only you could hear him now, how pathetic and needy he sounded, moaning like he was nothing but a bitch to be relentlessly used. What a dirty little pervert he was, making himself cum to the thought and even scent of you.

The thought of you whispering words to him – demeaning or adoring, he didn’t care – as you plowed him from behind drove him crazy. He gripped harder onto the material, moving both his hands swiftly now. God, he was so sensitive. He could already feel his climax approaching fast.

His eyes shut tight as his hands rushed him to the finish, rambling incoherent words that not even he could decipher from his mind, but he didn’t care – he wanted to cum.

Hot liquid dripped from both his cunt and cocks onto the dense ground, his light flickering intensely as his tail thrashed behind him, knocking into a few objects. His mind went blank, panting heavily into the now saliva drenched material of your wetsuit.

As he recovered from his high, still panting, he pried the jumpsuit out of his mouth, now damp and covered in his own slobber. He grimaced, tossing it to the side for the time being. A sigh of relief escaped him as he lifted himself off the ground, his penises slowly retracting back into their hide.

The itch was gone, for now, but he knew it would just come back twice as worse. He needed something more to properly satisfy his needs. He needed you.

Sebastian thinks he might have had an idea, right there and then.

#sebastian solace x reader #sebastian solace x male reader #male reader #reposted on ao3 #i wrote this so fast for my own standards #im on a roll

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months ago

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rabbit costume + luxe couture miss raven

Because I love the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic and White Rabbit Fest is running in EN right now… 😭 I decided to make a Rabbit Costume for my OC! Figured I’d also do the same for the event running in JP at the same time, Tapis Rouge in the Shaftlands.

Special thanks goes to @peripheralsanity for the super adorable bonus drawing of Miss Raven in her Rabbit Costume 😭 I wanna cram that bunny into my mouth like an Easter marshmallow…

My own doodles are below the cut, along with various design notes 📝

First up, the Rabbit Costume!

It takes a lot of inspiration from Alice herself: the bow in her hair, the dress, the apron. Miss Raven’s Heartslabyul dorm uniform design also pulls inspiration from Alice, so I tried very hard to make this look unique from that!

There’s a lot more bows, frills, and huge, goofy-looking accessories—like the rabbit ears + tail plus the shoes. The outfit also features a lot of pastel checkerboard pattern and shimmery makeup, like what is featured in Deuce’s Rabbit Costume. Upon closer inspection, there’s even more intricacies! Raven’s apron has heart-shaped pockets, the apron’s top has card motifs stitched into it, and the corset belt has a rabbit slowly dressing and then taking up a bugle to play. The transition demonstrates her own adaption to living among non-animals 😅

The rabbit on her skirt, chain, prize ribbon, and earring aren’t the White Rabbit but a cobbled together rabbit that’s missing an eye. The XO Rabbit poses as and stillinvokes the image of the White Rabbit, especially when it’s right next to a pocket watch. It fits Raven, who is someone not “organically” in the world of TWST (since she’s an OC).

I think my favorite part of this design is the super wacky and big hair. You may recognize it from the Hatsune Miku x Cinnamoroll campaign that was popular a while back. The shape reminded me of bunny ears, so I thought it would be nice to incorporate into Raven’s Rabbit Costume.

There’s so many strange things in clock town to observe! Miss Raven would have a fun time hopping around and seeing the sights… documenting them with Ortho, picking out clocks and other souvenirs with Silver, chomping through the local specialties with Epel. Ah, and as for Deuce 🤔 “Your son is trying very hard in his studies, ma’am,” she’d tell Dylla very seriously. “I commend him for his efforts.” (She very tactfully focuses on his improvements and personal growth over the actual numbers he produces.) Students of 1-A gotta look out for each other, right? Deuce fist bumps her behind her back or something to signal his thanks.

Miss Raven isn’t the athletic type, so I don’t think she would run in the relay race with them. (It would be hard to run in that dress anyway.) She can stick on the sidelines and cheer for them…!

Next is the Luxe Couture!

I actually made two variants. One is more inspired by the Fairest Queen’s raven and the other is similar to the SR and R boys’ huntsman-inspired designs.

The first has more of an old-fashioned movie star feel to it… which isn’t really what Vil invited the other students for so it falls outside of canon 😂 I just thought it would be cool to have a more personalized, glamorous fit for Raven.

She has much darker and more excessive eye makeup in this version. A bold, more confident look outside of her usual wheelhouse. Her hair is also curled into her face to resemble feathers, and her bun also has strands spiked up to look like feathers too. The dress itself is also very feathery, forming a train behind her wherever she stomps in her heels. The top of the dress also acts as a feather boa, making her appear larger and more intimidating than she actually is.

If you’re wondering why tiny skull earrings, it’s because the Evil Queen’s raven falls into a skull at one point in the movie 💀 since it’s so taken aback by what it is witnessing… That “wow!” but also somewhat scared feeling is very similar to how Raven feels entering Fairest City, so I wanted to include a skull in some way. If I made the motif too big or too obvious, then it might clash with the whole ensemble so I chose to go with an understated accessory instead.

This look is definitely the most “different” of the group, but I tried to keep some elements in common with the others. For example, Raven still has the lace curtain which appears from where her dress is slit. She also has sheer gloves that have been studded with little white rhinestones. The jewels aren’t as big or colorful as Vil’s, but that’s the point: to not outshine the star. Miss Raven is nothing more than the shadow that clings to its queen 😌

The more group-cohesive outfit is last!

It’s a similar double-breasted beige coat as Jamil’s, but it fans out into a dress + slacks at the bottom and has different sleeves. The puffiness of the sleeves at the shoulder and wrists make her seem large and in-charge! The buttons on her coat are large pearls.

I tried to maintain the huntsman’s color scheme throughout the outfit. Because of this, Raven’s belt is red and the lace in her dress is green. Her boots are similar to hiking boots (just picture them fancier in your head OTL I’m not great at drawing footwear).

We get her forehead in this design!! Her hair is pulled back into a “fancier than usual” ponytail, with her hair bunched into one loop before resuming as a normal ponytail. The clasp she uses is similar to the one Vil wears in his school uniform. Originally, I thought of just shoving an arrow through instead but decided against it since it makes the huntsman theme too obvious. The same reasoning came up when I considered giving Raven a small cocktail hat that looks similar to what the huntsman wore. Her head just looks so naked without something there 😂 but in the end I managed to refrain, and I think that helped the outfit look more clean and elegant.

Raven would be excited to visit Fairest City—it’s the capital of the entertainment industry! Though her main medium is quite different than that of films, she’s always wanted to visit for educational purposes. (Maybe she can learn from the scriptwriters there!) “At least one of you cares to learn,” Vil would tut. The trip’s a little stressful, trapped between Jamil and Azul’s petty remarks at one another and Ace teasing her for being the “odd one out” of the group—but hey, it’s all worth it for the experiences made there! I’d imagine that Raven loves all the pampering they get and all the important people they meet, it makes her feel like a real princess. Everywhere she looks, the streets and stores are shining too! Her raven blood is soaring. “I didn’t realize you had such excitable juniors, Vil,” Eric would chuckle. (“Waaaah, so cool! Like a prince!!” Raven would gush, earning eye rolls from her classmates and a groan from Ace.)

Walking on the red carpet wouldn’t interest her that much; she doesn’t like the attention so she tries hard to just fade behind the others and play support as best she can. Carrying Vil’s things or helping him with his makeup is no problem, just don’t thrust her under the spotlight and all the flashing cameras!

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 1 year ago

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The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 5

Prompt: domestic fluff

Rated: G

CW: one slight mention of PTSD

Tags: Post Vecna; everybody lives; pining; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Christmas

It's starting to snow by the time Steve gets home, white flakes floating in the headlights of the beemer like balls of cotton. It crunches under his feet as he sloshes towards the front door.

Even with Christmas more than two weeks away, they've been swamped with customers lately, the cold wind and unending snowfalls luring people inside. Now, away from the buzz, the world seems quiet. Peaceful, covered under its white blanket.

Except Steve still hasn't learned to trust that peace. Even after more than a year, even with El assuring them time and again that it's over, they've won, … he still flinches at sounds in the night, looks for escape routes and things to fashion into weapons when entering a room. He isn't sure he'll ever stop.

He shakes his head to chase away the thoughts as he scales the steps to the front porch. He isn’t sure where they're coming from. Probably a combination of stress and the looming depression that always hangs over him at Christmas time, when all of his friends are with their families and he's left in this big, empty house, alone. He’ll take a shower, heat a microwave meal, and see what's on TV, that will-

The front door is unlocked.

He's certain he turned the key not once, but twice before he left.

Steve slides into the dark entrance hall on silent feet. He passes the umbrella stand, eyes scanning his surroundings, and his hand finds the hilt of the nail bat. There's a creak from overhead, like feet on floorboards.

The attic.

The hatch is gaping open as he creeps upstairs, the foldout ladder down.

He holds his breath and inches his way upwards, rung by rung, bat clutched in one white-knuckled hand.

"Hello, Steven," growls a voice, and he abruptly comes face-to-face with a grimace full of too-large teeth.

Steve yelps, slips on the ladder, and goes sprawling on his ass. The nail bat rolls off into the shadows.

"Oh, shit!" Another face appears behind the monster. One haloed in a mane of dark curls and crowned by a fuzzy Santa hat. "You okay, man?"

"Fuck," Steve curses, clambering to his feet and rubbing at his sore butt. "Eddie? What are you doing up there?"

Eddie rolls his eyes and flashes him a toothy grin. It tugs at the scar on his jaw, the one he claims looks totally metal but hides under his hair most of the time. The one that Steve wants to map with his lips.

"Picking up that drill Wayne wanted to borrow. Told you I'd swing by after my shift at the garage."

Steve settles down on the dusty floorboards and frowns. "Wasn't that at noon or something?"

Like he doesn’t know. Like he hasn't memorized all of Eddie’s shifts. Only stopped dropping him off and picking him up every day because Eddie told him to stop. No satanic panic mobs left, no need for a bodyguard.

Eddie cocks his head in confusion and glances at his watch. "Why, what time is i- … whoops. Guess I got side-tracked."

He shakes the monster- which, upon closer inspection, turns out to be a life-sized nutcracker. Its red-cheeked, too-wide smile mocks him and Steve just barely manages to not flip it off.

Instead, he looks over the cardboard boxes around Eddie, all in various states of unpacked-ness. String lights coiled in thick tangles, dusty elves and reindeer and sugar canes.

"Dude," Eddie says. He's pulled several colorful baubles from somewhere and is looping the strings over his ears. It looks ridiculous. It looks adorable. "You never told me you're hiding Santa's village up here."

"Didn’t even know we still had this," Steve mumbles, pulling the nearest box closer. It contains the huge neon letters spelling MERRY XMAS. "It's been forever since we got them out. Way before-"

He trails off. The words hang unspoken in the stale air.

"I always wanted this, y’know?" Eddie says. His fingers are tracing Rudolph's shiny nose. "The whole shebang with the lights and the decorations and the music. Only so much you can do at the trailer."

Steve hums vaguely, watches the way Eddie’s eyes crinkle, how the tip of the Santa hat flops into his face, and represses the urge to brush it back, trace those dimples with the pads of his thumbs.

Eddie is looking at him with big, expectant cow eyes.

"Huh?"

"I said," Eddie repeats, sways into his space. "We should totally do it. Get all this stuff out. The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana."

Steve bites back a laugh, ignores how his stomach flutters at Eddie’s huge, excited grin.

"I dunno. Sounds like a lot of work for just me."

"Yeah, about that …" Eddie’s smile dims and his gaze drops. "I've been meaning to ask …"

He starts to pick at his cuticles, so Steve habitually reaches for one of his hands to stop him.

"Ask what?"

Eddie sucks in a breath, and the next words rush out on the exhale, all at once.

"So Wayne sort of took the holiday shifts because a guy got sick, so it'll just be me, and I thought …since you'll also be … alone, y'know, maybe we could …"

"Eds," Steve says. The flutter in his stomach is turning into a hurricane. "Are you asking if I wanna spend Christmas together?"

"What? Nah!" Eddie winks at him. "As if you'd deny me, please! I'm asking if we can get your ridiculous light show out."

Steve snorts a laugh, chest warm and tingly and bright. "What, all of it?"

"Hell yes, all of it," Eddie throws his head back and cackles, almost losing the hat. "It's gonna be our year, big boy!"

They stay up in the attic for a long time, bickering and joking and unpacking boxes upon boxes of sparkly decor. Outside, the snow continues to fall.

Steve hopes they'll get a white Christmas.

Part 2

All of my holiday drabbles

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie brainrot #steddie fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #steddie holiday drabbles #hype's holiday drabbles

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wonily · 2 years ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🏹﹕lover boys!

♡ — valentine's day with enhypen

warnings : the most atrocious terms of endearment

[ lily’s rambles : v-day repost! my next few works will be reposts while i work on new ones! ]

other members under the cut!

희승 𓄹 ࣪˖ heeseung

ohmygosh he’d take you to a cute little café to enjoy a nice brunch with you !! he’s always been a pretty casual guy so he won’t make a huge deal out of valentine’s day but would still want you to feel special.

would probably take you around the block for a stroll and holds your hand the whole time because he’s just so happy to be with you, enjoying each other’s presence.

heeseung watched you adoringly, his hands clasped with yours as he swung your arms back and forth. you, on the other hand, marveled at your surroundings, never having explored the neighborhood as much as you would have wanted.

he sighed happily, a smile adorning his face and all he could do was look at the sky and wish on the sun, moon, and all the stars that this beautiful love and happiness would last for all eternity and beyond.

제이 𓄹 ࣪˖ jay

jay would start your day with a cute breakfast in bed :< he’d sit on the edge of your bed and insist on feeding you because he wants everything to be special for you.

gifts you an assorted bouquet of all your favorite flowers with a long, handwritten letter wherein he pours his heart out to you and it most definitely brings tears to your eyes because he’s so sweet.

“my dear yn, you will have to forgive me for saying this but i did not fall in love with you, for falling in love makes it sound like i had no choice but to love you. but i chose to love you, with all my heart, i walked into our love with open arms and it is, therefore, that i want you to know how much i truly love and adore you. since the day i have met you, i found solace and warmth in your presence and happiness at the mere thought of you. even as i am writing this letter, i cannot keep a smile from my face for i love you so much and i promise to love you forever, regardless of any circumstances. yours forever and longer, jay.”

제이크 𓄹 ࣪˖ jake

first things first, he gives you beaded charm bracelet that he made just for you <3 he’s got the biggest smile on his face and he just lights up when you put it on oh my gosh he’s so proud of that bracelet because he also made one for himself and now you get to match all the time :((

i’m not going to lie, jake seems like the type to sprawl on the couch and cuddle you most of the day while you watch as many movies as possible except he’s mostly just telling you he loves you but !! when night falls, he takes you out to this fancy dinner and spoils you with everything you want and refuses to even hear your protesting because you deserve it all :<

“i made a bracelet for you!” jake’s eyes lit up as he handed you a bracelet with all the beads in your favorite colors and little dangly charms that represented everything you liked. you wasted no time in strapping it onto your wrist right when he shows you another one, almost like yours.

upon closer inspection, you realize that your bracelets have a single matching charm– a heart– and jake grins happily at you. “now i can carry your heart everywhere i go and you can have mine everywhere you go!”

성훈 𓄹 ࣪˖ sunghoon

doesn’t really have a plan going into valentine’s day because he’d rather do whatever you wanted to do. it’s a day to celebrate love so he very much wants to celebrate you :<

but!! not having a plan doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a gift for you!! he got you a custom made music box :( and there’s little figures going ice skating just like you did on your first date :( and when you turn the music box dial, it plays your favorite song :((

you stare at the music box in your hand, observing it silently, eyes shining with wonder. and then, you turn the dial on the side and a familiarly sweet tune emanates from the box, the figurines on top spinning around in an ice skating waltz.

“do you like it?” sunghoon asks quietly, watching you intently. your lack of a reaction worries him and he can’t help but fret over whether you liked the gift or not but when you squeal and fly to hug him, he lets out a breathy chuckle and swears his face hurts from smiling.

선우 𓄹 ࣪˖ sunoo

he would so totally bake cookies with you :< just imagine piping pink frosting onto the heart-shaped cookies you baked together and decorating them with sugary sprinkles.

cuddles up with you on your couch, the both of you all wrapped in the biggest blanket he can find, watching a movie and munching on your cookies :( and then his head just naturally falls onto your shoulder and he’s just staring up at you, admiring you silently throughout the rest of the movie.

“you’re so pretty,” sunoo mumbled, peering up at you absentmindedly. he poked your cheeks gently, squishing them between his hands to pucker his lips and kissed you sweetly.

you felt your cheeks heat up and you hid your face behind your hands. warmth spread throughout your body, butterflies swarming in your tummy but sunoo only cooed, fluttering kisses over your face and hands.

정원 𓄹 ࣪˖ jungwon

he takes you on an picnic ^^ he makes sure to get to the park first and set everything up so everything’s just right when you get there and the moment you’re in sight, his face lights up with the biggest smile ever.

the lunch basket is packed with all of your favorites and he’s so proud of himself when you tell him everything was delicious awee :( and you would probably watch as the sky turns yellow and orange and red, just enjoying this beautiful time together.

your head lay comfortably on jungwon’s shoulder and you looked up at him with a gentle gaze. a warm shade of orange danced lightly over his face and when he met your eyes, his gaze reflected your own.

he leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose and he offered you a soft smile. pulling you closer, he whispered quietly in your ear, “happy valentine’s day, rainbow.”

니키 𓄹 ࣪˖ ni-ki

oh gosh, the inner artist cheolsoo comes out on valentine’s day. he’s all proud as he gifts you a sketchbook filled with little sketches and paintings he’s done of you, with cute notes written around them like “first date ^^” next to a sketch of you on your first date.

he wants to take so, so, so many pictures with you, he’s so precious :( wears his fluffiest, warmest hoodie so that you cling to him and his heart bursts whenever he feels your arms wrap around him :( it’s more of a lazy day-in and he takes lots of candid photographs of you as a gift for the next year :(

“bun?” you hummed, craning your neck to peek up at your boyfriend, who leaned up ever so slightly to nuzzle his nose against yours.

he pulled away with a loose grin sprawled over his face and shook his head, “nothing, i just wanted to look at you.”

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cosmicobubisi · 1 month ago

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Cosmic's Malleyuu Whump vs Flufftober: Day 21

BODY HORROR / Bonfire

Continued from day 18.

"Yuu, would you mind going to Malleus to tell him our updated plan?"

After the initial scuffle with Rollo, Yuu had managed to temporarily stun Malleus enough to get him to the rest of the party, and, after a lot of work, had managed to dispel most of the mind-altering spell that had been the source of his feral behavior.

Despite this improvement in Malleus's temperament, however, his physical form remained untouched.

The top half of his body had remained mostly untouched, per Yuu's inspection- as the resident doctor-in-training, they were the most qualified to give any sort of physical exam, and Malleus trusted them the most anyway.

Below his belly button was where things changed, however. A few fingers under it, his mammalian skin gave way to scutes, which started off lightly dotting the sides of his stomach as they took over his pelvis and morphed into a wickedly long torso, replacing his legs.

With the loss of two limbs, he gained six more. Four massive, proportionally shorter legs tipped with heavy claws held his huge torso upright, and two large wings had spouted off the draconic part of his body.

He'd gotten a better hang on control of all his parts, but Malleus seemed embarrassed and sheepish of his forcible transformation. In the end, he had only allowed Yuu to come close to him, despite the inquiries of his own party members.

Once they'd found a safer floor to crash on, Malleus had announced he was going to sit away from their base camp. He'd added on that he could watch and defend against hostile enemies, but that seemed to be more to give himself a reason to be alone, because the combined party had reassured him he didn't need to do that.

"Sure!" said Yuu, pushing themselves up off the ground.

They'd decided to sleep for the night and hunt in the morning, and then decide their next step, whether that was leaving the dungeon, going in deeper to hunt down Rollo, or staying here to fix Malleus.

Yuu began jogging, the half-dragon man sitting quite a ways away from the team.

He appeared to be fidgeting, his torso trying to lie down but impeded by the rest of his body. His face was stormy, and Yuu wondered if he would accept some blanket rolls.

"Malleus!" they shouted, and he moved his body to face them.

"Hello," he said, not quite at eye level with them. He'd towered over them in his regular form, but Yuu had to really strain their neck to look up at him.

"Hey! So we decided to sleep for the night here. You're welcome to get closer, if you want, and there's still soup on the fire if you've changed your mind.

"Thank you," he sighed wearily, "no thank you, and I have not. Please relay this to Lilia."

Yuu nodded, and jogged their way back, digesting Malleus's words.

"He said he's not hungry," said Yuu, breathing hard, "and he seems fine with the plan."

Lilia sighed. "Offer him a space here again. We can arrange it so if he thrashes at night, he needn't worry about injuring us.

Yuu nodded again, jogging back over to Malleus.

"We can put ourselves out of your range!" they huffed. "It's not a big deal, come sleep with us!"

"No, thank you," he refused. "Please impress upon Lilia that I would like to stay over here."

Yuu jogged back.

"You have to ask him again," said Lilia. "He should be with us. This is a lot for him to take in, and his self-imposed isolation is not going to do him any favors."

Yuu took a deep breath, and started jogging back.

When Malleus saw them approaching again, he said, "Stop!"

Yuu skidded to a halt.

"I do not need to be with anyone. I am fine on my own," he said, looking more and more disheveled. His shirt was ruffled, and his hair was mussed up. "Please, tell Lilia."

Yuu's shoulder's slumped. "Ok," they said, and trudged back to base camp for the last time.

The Diasomnia team dark wizard, Lilia, didn't look to happy at that, but mercifully, he started on making up his bed. Neither of the other Diasomnia team members, which were two armored knights named Silver and Sebek, looked any more pleased, but they went off to help Lilia.

Yuu decided to turn in as well, but a few hours later, a noise woke them from their slumber.

In the darkness of the tent, Yuu realized it was their lantern knocking into the tent pole that had caused the sound. Despite being a floor apparently encased in stone brick, it was surprisingly cold, and the winds were whipping.

They'd left the fire on until the very last moments, and even after that, each tent had taken a small piece of coal to place inside a special holding kettle.

Next to Yuu, Epel slept soundly, but they still placed their limbs carefully on the tent floor before exiting to check on Malleus.

For a moment, he looked still, but quickly Yuu saw his body shift in the low light.

Yuu grabbed a little pot and filled it with a few dying coals, and took their backpack and bedroll before making their way to Malleus.

"Hey!" They shouted up at his form, and Malleus shifted his great body to face them.

"Yuu," he said. "What is it?"

"Are you alright? It's really cold tonight, and I know you don't have a blanket."

Even in the near-total absence of light, Yuu could see Malleus's eyes glean in anger.

"I," he spat, "am fine. I insist. Now please, leave me alone."

He turned away harshly but stumbled a bit, losing his balance at the sudden movement.

"I just think you need a ledge," they pushed on. Malleus looked totally miserable, teeth chattering as he shivered in the wind.

"A ledge?' he said warily.

"There's one over there," they pointed. "Come on. Take me to the ledge, and I'll show you what I mean."

Malleus's hands squeezed and released. He was already nervous to be around them, much less touch them with his body, but Yuu wasn't walking anymore today.

Reluctantly, Malleus allowed Yuu to crawl onto his wing and his back, and made his way over to where Yuu pointed.

Malleus stretched out his wing again to let them off.

"Ok! So, what you need to do instead of trying to get your bottom half to lie down, is to let it sit on the floor while your upper half rests horizontally.

Yuu rolled out their bedroll on the edge of the dropoff of the mound.

"Line your body up with the wall and let your torso lie down here. It'll essentially 'store' your body, so you should be able to lie down here."

Malleus scrutinized the scene, but carefully adjusted himself until he was aligned comfortably on the bed roll.

"Thank you," he breathed, finally able to relax.

Yuu poured out the pot next to him, and the heat began radiating into the air.

"No problem!" they said cheerily, before pulling out their backpack to use as a pillow.

"Wait," said Malleus tenderly. "Where will you sleep? Surely, not on these stones."

"Most of my body is on the backpack," they admitted, though it wasn't much more comfortable.

"No. Come here, and join me."

"Malleus," they said, "there's no space! Just take it."

Malleus shook his head. "Come over to me, and we will both be more comfortable together. Come or I will take you."

Yuu rolled their eyes but trudged on over. As soon as they lay down, Malleus wrapped their arms around them and pulled them onto the bedroll with him, foiling Yuu's plan of just staying on the edge.

"There," he said, making them use his arm as a pillow. "Now, goodnight."

"G'night," said Yuu, too tired to fight back.

#cosmic whump vs fluff 2024 #malleyuu #malleus x yuu #malleus draconia #twst yuu #malleus x reader #twst #BODY HORROR #Bonfire

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son1c · 7 months ago

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I haven't watched Dungeon Meshi yet, but uh... I found out how Falin becomes a chimera. So... Did the same thing happen to Chimera Sonic? Or do you have a different take for that?

heh. i mean, it's different in the sense that he was specifically targeted instead of falin just kind of... wrong-place-wrong-time'ing it.

basically, what i'm thinking for this crossover is sonic gets transported back to the world of satbk. only this time, tails is with him! the knights are excited to see sonic again, and tails ribs him about how they keep calling him their "king". like, what's THAT all about?

there's about a day where... nothing particularly menacing happens. so tails is able to be introduced to the world and the knights and etc. but sonic is a little tense because he doubts he was brought back here for no reason. after all, the last time he came here, the world was under attack by a scheming she-wizard!

speaking of which... where is she? sonic asks about merlina, but no one's seen her since the last time he was in camelot.

then, shit gets crazy. the town is under attack by a huge red dragon! at least, everyone THINKS it's a huge red dragon, but upon closer inspection, it's actually falin. and she's here for sonic. (not that anyone KNOWS that; but she does end up carrying him off after a brutal fight.)

thanks to sonic's quickness and strength, he managed to keep falin from killing anyone other than himself. the castle architecture has certainly seen better days, but it can be rebuilt. now, tails and the knights have to figure out what the hell just happened and how they're gonna get sonic back!

#anonymous #it should be said that tails does not think sonic died. because he's Sonic.#but it's been 4 years and it's about damn time i killed that little thang (affectionate)#death mention #dungeon meshi spoilers #chimera sonic

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palesweetscherryblossom · 9 months ago

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I feel more healthy, domestic family stuff. Also hoping to brighten up your mood a bit. So here is some:

Dabi gave a hum as he opened the door to the hideout after robbing another store for supplies. Along the most important essentials, he also got some small and colorful marshmallows as well as a little stingray plushie. When his eyes gazed upon his little toddler, he couldn't help but smile.

The kid was sitting on the couch as they held tightly onto their shark plushie while leaning against Tomura. The man, the leader, known as a cruel monster, had an arm around the little child as the two watched some ocean documentary. He even wore his gloves to be extra sure not to hurt the child.

When he stepped into the living room with the half destroyed couches, Tomura looked up at him. He gave a small greeting nod as he didn't want to interrupt the narrator talking about fish. He moved his arm to grab the remote to pause the DVD so that Dabi can have some quality time with the kid.

The bright blue eyes of the toddler moved around when Tomura moved his arm, almost confused at first but not when they heard a familiar voice calling out for them. Their head darted around as they jumped to their feet and sprinted over to Dabi on the couch. The man smiled as he placed the bag down quickly to catch the little ball of energy. As soon as he caught them, they snuggled into his chest. "Warm Papa." Came from below his head, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I am warm." He went to sit down on the couch as well.

Tomura watched the two for a second before he hummed, "So? How successful were you today?" He asked as his eyes inspected the bag. Without hesitation Dabi took the bag and lifted it on the couch so that Tomura could inspect his success. But he, of course, took the little stingray plushie out first. "Come here," he smiled as he adjusted the toddler in his lap. He had taken off his coat and now wrapped it around them.

Their bright eyes moved to Dabi, and the man couldn't help but smile more. They were so adorable and small. "I got something for you," he cooed as his one hand toyed with the plushie behind their back. The way their eyes lit up made the whole run absolutely worth it. "What is it?" They asked as they scooted around a bit from excitement. The other villain couldn't help but look up from his task as he observed the two. It would be hard not to admit that it touched his heart. To know that a cruel villain could burn hundreds with ease now sitting on a couch and smiling like an idiot to give their spoiled toddler a present. It was nice in a way.

The ravenette chuckled as he revealed the black stingray plushie with white dots on it. It looked small when he held it, but when the child had taken it with a huge smile and pressed it against their chest...it looked quite big. It was adorable. His now free hand went over the part of the jacket that had their back under it. "You are welcome," he smiled at the child. "Thank you! Thank you!" Came with a high voice in return before the little one cuddled against Dabi's chest. The man hummed as he adjusted the jacket to cover everything but their wild, untamable hair. "There you go,"

Tomura couldn't help but give a small hum as well as a chuckle. "Such a badass villain, and now cuddling with a toddler on the couch." He teased the man like he always did. "Don't you dare act like you aren't jealous." He snickered as he moved a bit closer. The other turned on the documentary again, and instantly, the toddler turned towards the TV to watch it again with big eyes, absorbing all the information like a sponge to later tell everyone.

Dabi turned his head towards the other as he whispered. "How are things going?" He didn't want the little one to be involved in the adult stuff. So he and Tomura just exchanged information as they whispered it to one another. A calm atmosphere formed around the couches, and soon, the rest joined them. Even if Iguchi and Toga were doing their own things, they were still there as they snuck small glances at the little child. Mr. Compress practiced card tricks that he would show both Twice and the little toddler. It was always nice to watch their eyes get bigger as they clapped their hands and asked for the magic trick to be repeated.

But soon, the clock strikes two, which meant it was time for the toddler's nap. And like every other toddler, they immediately protested as they were in Dabi's arms and now carried away from the couch. "I can still stay awake. I am -yawn- not even that tired." They moved their little limbs in protest, which just made the plushies fall to the floor. Tomura gave a hum as he picked the shark and stingray up, but when the toddler tried to grab them with their extended hand, he took a step back. "You will get them when you are in bed."

The toddler could say nothing to that as they just held onto Dabi while being carried to their room. Inside their room were shelves filled with books as well as some ocean animal toys. But the most impressive was their bed. A mosquito net had been modified with stars as it wrapped around the upper part of the bed. And the whole bed was filled with small pillows and plushies. Along sharks were fish, whales, stingrays, crabs dolphins and eels, but mostly colorful tropical fish that he was sure the child could all name accordingly. When the child was sitting in the bed, they were about to protest again, but when they got their plushies, they instantly complied and got changed into their pajama. Tomura helped them adjust the net or curtain as they called it while Dabi folded the clothes and placed them in the child's wardrobe.

When Tomura heard the other come closer, he moved away and to the door as he watched the two whisper to one another as Dabi adjusted the blue blanket with ocean animals on it. "Sleep well, okay? I'll have some snacks ready when you wake up." He whispered as he kissed their head. The child looked at him. "Warm Papa." They whispered as they held onto his arm. "I know, my deep sea treasure." He replied with a soft smile on his lips. To know that his dangerous body and mind could protect and hold something so fragile and soft...was a feeling certainly. It was a great one on top of that.

"Papa?" He was thrown out of his thoughts and gave a small smile. "Yes?" He brushed through their hair and adjusted it around their little roundish face. "Can I have other Papa as well?" The man froze up for a second as he had to fight a small blush on his face. He was damn lucky that half of his face was burned away. "Yeah....let.. let me get him." He almost stumbled over his words as he moved away. When he was still in the dim room, he spoke to the other. "They want to talk to you." He pointed at the bed. At first, Tomura was surprised, but then he gave a nod as he walked over to the bed as well. "What do you need, you little rascal?" He gave an amused chuckle.

"Goodnight kiss. Papa gave me one already. Now, other Papa has to give one, too." They whispered, which had an immediate effect as Tomura felt his face heat up. He wasn't able to speak for a moment as his gloved hands held tightly onto the bed...Damm he was glad that the room was dim. "Y..yeah, sure." He whispered and leaned down very carefully to give them a kiss on the forehead. The child could almost not feel it at how careful the man was. When he moved away they gave a small hum. "Goodnight." They whispered and cuddled up with their plushie.

What the two now flustered men couldn't see when they left the room was a devious little grin on the child's face.

Au with toddler reader where Tomura and Dabi are so heavily pinning that the league thinks they are already in a relationship but their oblivious asses are not. And the kid is playing cupid by trying to make the two get together but in a weird way. Like they use the sea animal tactics of mating. Like yeah, a shiny rock and a nice looking bed for Tomura will definitely work because it works for pufferfish.

Awww, this is so adorable!

Reader Chan being interested in the ocean is honestly really neat! I imagine Toga took them to an aquarium once while the rest of the LOV were fucking with the heroes.

Also, Hawks trying to butt in and Dabi holds up Reader, saying: “You gotta get the squirt’s approval”

Reader responds with biting Hawk’ on the leg and refusing to let go

#yandere dabi #yandere mha #platonic yandere #yandere shigaraki #shigadabi

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malwaredykes · 5 months ago

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To: LUCKY 38 PRESIDENTIAL SUITE TERMINAL

From: Leigh Stasik

Subject: BIG DAMN BUGS

Hi there everybody!

So, it's day 5, and Joshua Graham continues to get on my nerves. I've received a lot of clear signals that the feeling is, of course, mutual. I don't think he's very happy about what I've been doing—or, more accurately, what I haven't been doing. Because he really, really wants to put me to work, in the sense that I'm to run errands for him, and I don't wanna do that. He doesn't agree to help me find a way back home, though, until I help him resolve his business. This, indeed, is a very unsatisfactory situation, as I am essentially being held hostage by the man, and I'm not pleased about him trying to act all kind and compassionate about it. I think he thinks he's doing me a great favor by “humoring” my “condition” (hahaha!) insofar as he hasn't gotten outwardly mean or violent about it. He's a hateful little man, quite homogeneously so with the Legion past of his that he claims he has long since abandoned and healed from. I in turn feel rather hateful whenever I have to listen to him go on and on about the love burning within and without him… Love for what? Vapid goof. Disgusting. I'd mess with him more, but I don't want to upset people here. But oh, how I want to mess with him. At least I know that if he tries to harm me, he won't last very long. I sure do love to hurt those who think themselves indestructible. Am I right? Who's with me?

I went out into the valley with Waking Cloud today, to disarm some traps set up by the White Legs on one of the bridges. She's so sweet! Not going to lie, I'm still a little surprised I managed to make friends here; it's not like I was going out of my way, as I had my own tasks to tend to, and didn't want to bother anyone.

But, anyway. Around noon the sun got reeeeaally harsh, so we decided to sit in the shade for a little while, right by the river, dipping our legs in the water. There's something about the smell of fresh flowing water, right above its surface, when the sun and the heat pull vapor out of it. We talked about a bunch of things. I think I've mentioned this already, but she's a midwife; we discuss medicine a lot, which is fun. She's taught me a lot about local herbs, their properties, and how to get the best results when preparing them. I told her about my hopes for cultivating some of Zion's plants and fungi back in the Mojave. In the end, she asked if perhaps I could stay in Zion. Gosh… What a touching suggestion. But I have family at home! I've got a dog and an eyebot to put through college! But I will return one day, I'm sure. I hope so. Maybe any of y'all wish to come along?

Soooo… We pressed onwards and then I saw them. A small pack of cazadores, nothing unusual for me, though their wings had a yellow tint to it, much paler than the bright orange I'm used to. Cloud was shocked by my nonchalant reaction, how I just pulled out my rifle and got ready to dispatch the creatures if needed, and I didn't understand until one got a little closer. That thing was huge! At least twice the size of the cazadores you'd see in the Mojave! And its chitin was a lot thicker, so it didn't go down with one or two shots. That was crazy. We did manage to hunt down a few, and the two that remained fled. Upon closer inspection, everything about these cazadores was bigger and more messed up. The stinger, the poison glands… Geeze. I wonder if the increased size comes from better air quality. Higher oxygen levels in the atmosphere did cause bugs to evolve larger in prehistoric times. I kinda want to try and make turbo out of these, but I don't think that's wise. I don't have the proper equipment with me to test the precise contents of this venom, and I can't exactly do a taste test. Oh well.

Ronnie-honey, aside from the surprise gift I can't wait to show you, I have a few mechanical tchotchkes for you to take a look at when I get back. You might be able to make sense of them, because I sure can't. I pulled one of them out of this airplane wreck I stumbled across. Well, you'll see.

Raul, Cloud gave me this recipe for agave candy that she makes for her kids. It takes time to prepare, but it's genius. I am so making it for you. And that's final. No ifs or buts. I mean, I'm gonna make it for everyone, but especially you.

Anyway. I need to get a good night's sleep this time. So, write to you later! Love you all! Take care!

Leigh

#leigh stasik #writing #honest hearts

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thegodmother007 · 7 months ago

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My New Neighbor Chapter 2: Close Call with Neighbors

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

It’s been a busy month for me but I am finally settled into my new place & getting the hang of the new job. I was lucky enough to have been bartending at Dale & Cruster’s prior to my move, so a transfer to the closest location to my new place was the easiest part of my transition, so far. Everything else has been..a challenge, putting it lightly. On my move-in day, I encountered quite a few comments about how my furniture looked like “Doll’s furniture” by some of the giant apartment residents passing by. A few times, I turned to see a few of them watching me struggle with furniture they could have held in their hands. I felt a sense of embarrassment when I noticed them staring, but I tried not to let it show. I reminded myself multiple times that Humans have their strengths & weaknesses and giants have their strengths & weaknesses. I am great at other things like my bartending, I am a fantastic guitar player (at least I would like to think so) & I can make a mean steak. I doubt any other resident of the apartment complex can claim all three of those things.

In the days following moving in, I experienced first hand how careless the other residents can be. On a Tuesday afternoon, I was headed out of my place to start my 2pm-10pm shift at Cruster’s but was unnecessarily stopped from getting into my mustang. A giant man was on his porch, smoking what smelled like a spliff, which would have been fine IF he was not supposed to be watching his son. When I entered the parking lot, I noticed his son, a giant himself easily towering almost 40ft, playing with his toy cars, scattered around my very real car. I quickened my pace, shoving my fear of the giant child aside, keeping my eyes on my baby, my Ford Mustang GT. “Hey!” I yelled towards the child who, as curiosity would have it, finally picked up my car to inspect it, like one of his toys. I ran towards the child who sits cross-legged in the parking lot. The boy’s attention gravitates towards me & my yelling “Put my car down, now! That is not a toy & you should not be touching it!” I stopped running towards the kid when I noticed a surprised look and a twinkle of mischief shining in his eye. He looked at my car, then back down at me, where I could see the gears in his mind turning. With the hand closest to me, he reaches over towards me, trying to grab me. I was lucky though, as his first attempt at snatching me up was missed. I backed up quickly as the child went to stand, my baby still in his hand. I kept my eyes on him as I backed away, noticing the sticky finger prints he was leaving on the black paint of my freshly waxed mustang. Once the kid stood, he towered over me, blocking out the sun that shone behind him. My nerves were on fire as my instinct to run kicked in, but I did not want to leave my car in the hands of a child who could cost me thousands in damage. However, it was clear upon the first step he took towards me, that running was my best option. I turned and ran as fast as my legs would take me, which compared to the kid, wasn’t very fast. I spotted the father again, who from a distance, was trying to make out what his son was doing. “Sir! Please help me!” I called out to the man who was now standing up, aware of the unfolding situation. I look behind me to see the smile on the child’s face as he has caught up to me and was swiftly reaching down to grab me once again. Thankfully, the deep thunder of his father’s voice rang out “DYLAN!” He shouted, which stopped both of us in our tracks. Dylan looked up to his father who was now marching over to where his son & I were in the parking lot. As the huge man approached, I was not sure how thankful I was that he was intervening, as the closer he got, the weaker my legs felt.

I did what I could not to hurt my neck when I looked up, up, up to the father’s face, which peered down to where I was. Dylan’s father noticed that his son held a car which did not belong to him or belong to the collection he brought outside. With one word, Dylan’s father was able to force the child to follow the directions I failed at, earlier. “Gimme” his father said in a stern and cold voice, holding out his hand to his son, who promptly handed him my Ford Mustang. The father inspected it and for a moment, I wondered if he planned on keeping it for himself. It was not unheard of for a giant to collect cars, as they did not have access to them personally. Cars were strictly a human thing, while giants were tasked with walking, biking or commuting via train or trolly. My thoughts were interrupted by the father directing his child to “Get inside.” Which was met with little protest besides an annoyed sigh from Dylan. Once Dylan left, his father looked to me, who was doing everything in my power not to shake or seem intimidated. His father gently placed my car down next to me, while taking a knee “I don’t see any damage to the vehicle.” He says, not considering the damage to my pride, but I say nothing in return. His knee thudded with a noticeable tremor into the concrete of the parking lot, which I could feel up my spine. He crouches down, laying a hand on the ground next to me, examining me next. “Are you new to the apartment?” He asks me, undoubtedly getting a closer look at the Human he does not recognize. “Y-yes” I said with a humiliating crack to my voice, which I was quick to cover with a clearing of my throat & further elaboration “Yes, I moved in this last week. I’m Cain” I said with a deep bow. Shaking hands with a giant was not customary, as the danger of injury was ever present, so you bow as an alternative. The man nodded his head at me, as an informal bow back to me. “My name is Brax, been living here for about a year and a half, give or take. Not many humans live in this complex, I wasn’t sure if they were even offering the housing program anymore seeing as so few humans took advantage of it.” He is trying to strike up a conversation with me, great. Just what I needed after narrowly escaping his son’s attempt at playing with me like I was one of his toys. But what else can I do in this situation besides make nice with the man who was easily 75 feet tall and was just holding my car in his hand. I take a breath and put on the false bravado that gets me tips at work & got me accepted into the program “Well, you can’t beat these rent prices! It was just too good to pass up!” I say trying to make light of the situation, hoping to get rid of the feeling of body numbing fear I had at this moment. The giant man nods his head in agreement “You’ve got that right! I figured it was a really good way to introduce my children to humans, now that we’re integrated. Which, by the way, sorry about Dylan.” The man brings an embarrassed hand to the back of his neck where he rubs it anxiously. “He is a handful and often gets into things he shouldn’t. I usually let him play with his cars in the parking lot because no one ever parks here, until now. I’ll have him play with his cars somewhere else, out of your way.” I couldn’t help but let my jaw go slack for a moment as he apologized for his son’s behavior. I was quick to close my mouth before I caught some flies & was noticed. “I-um, yes that would be great, thank you. And don’t worry, kids are going to be kids, right?” I wondered if there was more to what he was going to say. But he didn’t, he smiled and rolled his eyes “You’re telling me. But let me get out of your way, Cain, I need to go have a talk with Dylan.” He said, giving me a wink as he stood, which both comforted me and unsettled me. I hope he is not too much of a disciplinarian, I would hate to be on Dylan’s bad side.

All I did was wave back at Brax as he turned to leave, his sandaled feet shaking the ground with every titanic step he took back towards his home. I got in my car with bile seeping up my throat as I spotted the ghosts of grimy fingerprints on my windows. I thought back to 5 minutes ago, when Dylan’s hand was wrapped around my vehicle. I anxiously thought about how different this story would have been if I were already in my car when he grabbed it. I couldn't jump out & scream for help like I had earlier. There would be no way out unless the boy let me go. I recall the flash of mischief I saw in his eye when he decided to pick up my car. I remember the look of desire he had when looking at me, like I was a shiny new toy for him to break. My mind was racing with all the possible outcomes that could have happened today, leading me to have to stop a panic attack from coming on before my shift.

I stroked the dashboard of my car, as if it was the one about to have a panic attack, when the reality was it was me who needed comforting. I assured myself that I was okay & my baby was okay, trusting that Brax would ensure Dylan stays away from me. A few moments of breathing later, a wave of relief washed over me when I started the car up with no issues. The revving of her engine was enough to send goosebumps up my arms as I listened to her purr. “Thank God” I thought to myself. Last thing I want to do is go back to Brax & ask him for compensation for the damages his kid made to my car. “If I had it my way, I would never have to talk to either of them again.” I thought as I pulled out of the parking lot, hoping to God my shift would be an easy one.

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vashsmunch · 1 year ago

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Nico NSFW

Wolfwood x GN! Reader (MINORS DNI!)

Synopsis: uhh shapeshifting Spanish wolfman grrr woof woof

Tags: 7.3k words, sort of hurt/comfort(?), slight electrical play, orgasm denial (not really), mention of blood, praise kink, oral, fingering, voyeurism (not really), emotional sex, PORN

A/N: okay, so this is the LONGEST thing i've ever written. like ever LMAO :') i've also never written ww before so please lemme know if i need to change the characterization! and yes he speaks spanish, he's a dog that suddenly speaks spanish don't question it

dedicated to bee, jackson and alexa

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"Mi tesero... please..."

You froze in the front doorway as the words rang throughout the house. More like a plea? Your mind spun with a million thoughts, and none of them could have explained that sound just then.

The day had been pretty mundane, at least until you heard that noise just then. You had left your new puppy alone in his crate so you could go out to run errands, just picking up groceries, a couple of treats, and other things. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach as your thoughts ran to the worst, and you couldn't help but curse yourself for being careless. God, what if he had hurt himself?

When you first adopted him, he was very apprehensive, snapping and snarling at you every time you got close. Hostile might be a better word, considering how he had almost bitten off your hands more than once. He wouldn't sleep around you either, and it was only when you were out did he collapsed from exhaustion.

Honestly, this behavior wasn't shocking considering the place he came from. When you stepped foot into the shelter, the first thing you noticed was the smell. The place was musty in every sense of the word, and you couldn't help but wrinkle your nose when you saw the owner. He was unshaven, unkempt, and looked as if vacuum dust had been personified into a man.

As he took you to the back where all the animals were held, your heart broke into tiny pieces. Lining the walls were dozens of cramped and dirty crates, each of them housing a different dog. One thing they all had in common was their appearance: matted fur, sunken faces, and dull eyes. You had to avert your eyes from their tired gazes, fearing that you might break down entirely if you looked too closely. The owner's words flew in and out of your ear as you kept your eyes trained on the floor, walking until you felt something ground you to your spot. You looked up and to your right to see a huge puppy, an insanely large one at that. He had long black fur and a piercing stare, it was intimidating, to say the least. Upon closer inspection, you saw that he had scars branding the length of his body, and they looked like crucifixes.

What kind of religious Catholic fucks…

You took a step closer and he immediately tensed up, growling loudly. His eyes were filled with pure hatred, and you couldn't tell if it was towards you, the owner, or both of you. You were kind of glad metal bars were keeping the two of you divided, the chances of him lunging forward and attacking you were high.

The owner's eyes glanced over to you transfixed, and he let out a heavy and somewhat irritated sigh. "Ah, him. Don't bother, he's a lost cause. The last owners gave him in pretty bad shape, and he don't trust anyone now."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he said this, knowing that the conditions the poor puppy was in weren't helping. Anything would be miserable in a dump like that.

As the rather pessimistic tour resumed, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander back to that dog. Were the odds of him mutilating you to the bone high? Yes. But were you also ready to take that chance? The answer was clear. You stopped the owner in his tracks, pointing back at the puppy's cage.

"I want him."

He gave you a rather incredulous look, then shrugged as if he could give less of a damn. "Your funeral, buddy."

It had taken weeks to carefully break down his walls piece by piece, and slowly he grew to understand you weren't a threat. The way he'd lay next to you on the couch and nuzzle your hand to get you to pet him, made your heart thrum and ache all at the same time. Who had hurt him so badly? Your hand would run through his soft black fur, caressing his ears and a soft laugh left your lips as his tail thumped onto the sofa pillows. Sometimes, he'd wait for you by the door when you stepped out for just a moment, either to talk to neighbors or grab the mail. When you came back, his black eyes lit up with a brightness that you had only prayed for when you first took him home. It was that day you made a promise to yourself; No matter what the case was, you'd never do the same to him.

With that in mind, you raced through the house, almost slipping on the steps in the stairwell in your hurry. "Wolfwood? Baby?" As you got closer to your bedroom, you heard a sound that turned your feelings from anxiety to confusion, then to complete and utter ruin.

There were moans. There was moaning coming from inside the room. Heavy panting, sounds of your bed frame creaking, and little whimpers of your name.

“God... fuck... FUCK."

You jumped as a yell rang out past the door, the voice sounding desperate and needy. It was followed by a broken whine, and it was only then that you realized what the voice sounded like.

It couldn't be. Could it..?

To soothe your curiosity, and out of pure worry for your beloved pet, you cracked the door open to look inside. You couldn't help the way your eyes bugged out as you were greeted with a scene that you weren't expecting in the slightest. A dark-haired tanned man was sitting on the edge of your bed, hunched over as he fisted his cock with a piece of fabric. The cries and curses that spilled from his lips had your knees weak, and this would've been all fine and dandy if it weren't for the fact that a MAN was in your bedroom. Realization came to you as you stumbled back a bit, as you finally understood the gravity of the situation. There was a stranger (a handsome stranger) in your bedroom, leaving no indication as to how he got into your house, and even less as to why he was jerking off. In your ROOM.

You stood there flabbergasted as the grunts continued, each one making you grow even more aroused to your dismay. Was this some kind of sick fantasy you didn't realize you had until now? Whatever. Composing yourself, you took some steps closer to press your face against the crack of the door again, determined to take a closer look at him. For whatever you knew, this could be some sick maniac freak hellbent on killing you. That would explain how he had gotten into your apartment without triggering the alarm system. As your eyes glanced around the room, you noticed the little details you hadn't before. The bed sheets were absolutely trashed, messed up with rips all over them, and your dresser drawers were opened, looking like they had been rummaged through. There was a suspicious-looking puddle of white liquid on the floor, and you didn't even want to think about the possibilities of what that could be. Your eyes flickered back to the man, and you felt your heart stop. Was that…

There's no way.

That was YOUR underwear. That was your fucking underwear he was jerking himself off with.

Before you could let out an earth-shattering shriek because of the pure terror the scene had let wash over your body, you took a closer look at his chest. It was then that you froze. There were two crucifix scars branded onto the skin, almost like they had been seared on with a fiery iron. Each one ran down the length of his torso and stomach starting from his nipple, and the pale flesh was a stark contrast to the melanin he possessed. As you stared some more, it occurred to you that they seemed familiar. Almost too familiar. And that's when it hit you: that was Wolfwood. You weren't sure how, and you couldn't even begin to rationalize it in your brain, but that was him. You could just feel it. That was your puppy, turned into a fully grown adult man, and that man was fucking himself with your underwear.

Suddenly, you slipped through the door, and you lost your balance. You fell to the floor, and you kept your gaze fixed on the ground as complete horror struck your body again. There was pin-drop silence in the room, and you couldn't even bring yourself to look up at him. No matter what the case, you had been spying on him masturbating. The thought in itself sounded so unlike you, but that's how it was. And now you couldn't help the sweat that beaded on the edge of your forehead, completely dreading what happened next.

Out of the corner of your view, there was a flash of black before your back hit the floor with a dull thud. You blinked your eyes open to see dark brown irises staring into your very soul, as a tight pressure formed on your wrists. It took you a few seconds to register that the man had you pinned on the ground, his body hovering over yours. His very NAKED body, hovering over yours. Before you even got the chance to become embarrassed, a low growl left his lips.

"Dulce pecadora... You were gone for way too fucking long." Wolfwood started nipping and licking at your neck, each long stroke of his tongue sending full-body shivers down your spine. He tugged at your head to give him more access to your skin as he started to roam his hands down the length of your body before his hands settled on your hips.

You hissed softly, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you before you pushed him away, panting. "Wait... Wolfwood, wait."

He let out an impatient huff as he sat back on his heels, and it was only then that you noticed his tail wagging back and forth. You hadn't realized the fact that he still had his tail and ears, as well as his abnormally long claws. They dug into the flesh of his thigh as he stared at you annoyed, his throbbing cock slapping against his navel. It was freakishly big (just like the rest of him) and you pulled your eyes away to meet his gaze. "Explain."

"What is there to explain?" Wolfwood rolled his eyes, seeming to get more irritated by the second, and you didn't even know why.

“I don't know, maybe the fact that I had a dog, and now a grown-ass man is masturbating in my bed? You know I almost called the police on you right?"

His eyes darkened at the mention of the police, and you couldn't help but feel there was something deeper there that needed to be discussed. However, you pushed it aside and rested your body on your forearms, looking up at him. "What exactly are you?"

"I'm a man. Clearly."

“What are you really?"

"Ay Dios mío," A deep sigh left his lungs as he looked at you intensely. There was a mixture of emotions that you couldn't decipher, but there was one that you recognized without a doubt. Lust. You'd unpack that later. "I didn't stutter, I'm a man. There are uncertainties ‘round it that I'm not even sure ‘bout, but the fact is I'm human now and that's it."

You glanced around him to stare at his tail, then back at him.

"For the most part, anyways."

Sitting up, you rubbed your temples becoming keenly aware of the situation you just landed yourself into. Your presumed dog was now an actual person and said person had started calling you pet names whilst kissing and licking at your neck. "Okay, so what is..." You waved your hand at the mess that had become your room. Now that you looked closer, it turns out that mysterious liquid on the floor was cum. Great. "...This?"

"Rut."

You stared at him incredulously, completely lost. Did he just say rut? You knew very little about animal biology (did he even count as an animal anymore?), and at no point had you ever been interested in whatever could make one come a literal puddle onto the hardwood you had just cleaned the other night. But the way he was looking at you, and the way his cock started to swell and grow impossibly bigger, you could get a general idea. "What, like some kind of sex craze thing?"

"More or less. 'M gonna be honest, I didn't even know this shit was a thing until..." Wolfwood looked up and down your body with a gaze so impossibly hungry, that you thought you'd melt on the spot. "You. This whole thing is ‘cause of you. And now... I need you to take responsibility."

There was a blink. A second one. Then suddenly your whole body was flooded with heat as you looked at him, eyes blown wide open again just like when you first looked into the room. You could see the faintest of deep red blooming at the base of his neck, and it somewhat comforted you that he also understood the ludicrousy of what he just said. "Excuse me?"

Wolfwood let out a string of Spanish words that you could only assume to be curses as he stood up. Your eyes immediately flickered down to his pulsing cock; his tip was already beading with precum, and you couldn't help but wonder how many rounds he had done before you came in. You hurried to your feet as he started to come closer, and soon he had you pinned against the door, closing it shut. His breath was hot and heavy with exasperation against your face, and he trailed a long nail up the skin of your arm and shoulder before it rested underneath your chin. Your mind spun with a thousand thoughts as he tilted his head at you, raising your chin to meet his gaze. "You can deny all you want, but if you were truly against it, you wouldn't have been watchin’ me, mi picante." He smirked at you, running a tongue over his bottom lip as he watched you squirm.

Then, his face got rather serious as he pressed his forehead against yours. He was burning up, his skin impossibly hot as he shut his eyes, seeming to relish the feeling of you being so near. "Look. I know this is... weird. Hell, if there's anyone confused, it's me. But I need you. Like I haven't needed anything else before. Will you help me? Like you did before?"

You felt a part of you melt at his words, knowing he was referring to the shelter. It hadn't occurred to you that as much as you need someone to be near, he was probably craving that too. Whatever happened in his past, it made him cold and calloused and it was clear that you were the only one he trusted in that moment. And with that in mind, who were you to deny?

A soft sigh escaped you as you stepped forward to press a kiss against his cheek. "So, so needy, aren't you, Nico?"

He froze in his place, notably getting even hotter as his tail started wagging. You couldn't help but smile, he really was just a puppy at heart. Nicholas D. Wolfwood, that was his full name. Rather long, but it just felt right when you first got him. You didn't pull out that nickname unless it was for special occasions, and you felt like this qualified as one. A hand trailed up his cheek to scratch behind the ears on his head, and he let out a broken whine. Slowly, you pressed him backward to lay on the bed, throwing the ruined bedsheets to the side. You couldn't help but note the way his legs trembled at your touch, and you filed that away in a separate compartment in your brain. You'd be using that later.

His body writhed underneath you as you continued your ministrations, kissing up and down his neck. You let your hands roam the dips and curves of his body, paying special attention to his scars. He tensed up and you eased your touch, coming up to his face to kiss him gently on the lips. "Hey, hey... it's okay. It's me, remember? I won't hurt you, I promise."

God, how you wished he would believe you. More than anything you wanted to find those assholes who had broken him to the core and make sure they didn't live to see another day. Wolfwood, as strong as he was, was just another being. Despite whatever happened, now he was human. JUST a human. Someone capable of any and all emotions. He could feel joy, suffer from sorrow, and even this. Even this "rut" he was going through. And while it had been off-putting at first, all of this amounted to the fact that none of it would change how you felt. You cared about him like you had never cared about anyone else before. Just like he needed you, you needed him. Ever since he came into your life, there was something to actually look forward to. The days that had once been bleak and dark were now filled with life, and it was all because of him. He with all his gruffness, sarcasm, and sassiness, even as a puppy, was your reason for living. And you'd be damned if you let anyone else treat him as anything less.

You felt Wolfwood caress your cheek with his large and calloused hand, and his thumb brushed at the skin. "You're crying." It wasn't a question as to why, more of a remark.

“Yeah... I guess I am." You let out a soft laugh as more tears flooded your vision and streamed down your cheeks. How utterly unsexy of you, but you couldn't give a damn. All this time, it had never really occurred to you just how much you cared about him. It had only been a matter of time before the feelings spilled out. And here they were, crashing over your body like a tidal wave as you shook violently. You held him close and sobbed into his shoulder, saying nonsensical words that neither you nor him could decipher. There were whispers of apologies, utters of praise and then some more.He said nothing and just held you; at that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. He was the gift you never knew you needed, and you couldn't help but internally scoff at the nickname they had given him back at the shelter. The Punisher.

If he was such, then maybe masochism really was something you were into.

Eventually, he broke the silence with a quiet gruff. "You're crushin' my dick, ya know."

You let out a loud laugh as you moved off of him, kissing his forehead as an apology.

"Sorry, sorry," You wiped the tears off your face and sat on the bed next to him, absentmindedly tracing patterns onto the flesh of his thigh. "Can you explain more to me about what you need right now? Yes, you're in... rut. But how can I help?"

He exhaled shakily as he felt your touch on him again, and he leaned back against the headboard, trying to ground himself from the pleasure that was overtaking his senses. "Long story short, I need to fuck you," He looked back at your shocked expression and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But that's what needs to happen to fix this shit," His eyes seemed to undress you with every glance, and he couldn't help but relish in the way your cheeks heated up. Even so, his hand moved down to take yours, gripping it slightly. "However... I ain’t gonna pressure ya into anything you don't want. We can deal with this no matter what happens, and fucking doesn't gotta be one of them." Wolfwood's other hand came to take your chin, prompting you to look into his eyes as if trying to convince you of the same promise you made him: that he would never do anything to harm you.

You nuzzled into his palm, finding comfort in the roughness of the skin. It was a story of his life, hard on the exterior to match the man they belonged to. But he held you like you were the only thing keeping him together, his one steady rock in the turbulent life that he had led before meeting you. It was with a gentleness you had never experienced before, and you couldn't help but beam. "I trust you. If you wanted to hurt me, you would've done it by now. Let me help you."

As you said this, he bore a shit-eating grin and smashed his lips against yours. A whimper left your lips as his hands fondled at every patch of skin they could find, as if trying to solidify the fact that you were here, with him. It was heated and hungry, leaving your mind foggy as he pulled back, not only for air but to tug at your clothes. He looked up at you again, and you tilted your head at him. "What are you waiting for? Be a good boy."

An uncharacteristic whimper left his lips and he murmured under his breath as he tugged at your bottoms. "Lift your hips for me, media naranja,"

You let out a tiny hum, doing as he asked without another word uttered. As the fabric slipped off your body, his face flushed an even darker red, staring at your lower half. "Like what you see?"

“You're gonna be the death of me, ya know that?" he groaned, tucking his face into the inside of your thigh to presumably hide his embarrassment.

Your giggles turned into a string of broken moans as he started to mark your skin with nips and bites. His teeth were noticeably sharper than the average human's, but that only spurred you on. You sat up on your forearms to look at him with need. "You're going easy."

He looked up at you with hooded eyes, his expression glazed with desire. "For your sake, mi corozón." He looked so utterly fucked out just from tasting the skin of your leg, you couldn't even begin to imagine how he'd be once he was actually inside of you. Despite all of this, you could tell he was holding back.

You held out a hand to caress his jaw and you slowly opened his mouth. A finger grazed his pointy canines, admiring the sharpness. Suddenly, you were pressing against it, hard enough to draw blood and enough to get Wolfwood's flowing as well. "I'm stronger than you think," you bit your bottom lip as you tucked your bleeding thumb into his mouth, prompting him to suck it dry. He eagerly lapped up the ruby droplets, and his pupils dilated to the edges of his irises. Sitting up, you took his face in your hands to tug him up to yours. A smile graced your face as you sweetly whispered into his ear, "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to."

Wolfwood gaped at you, absolutely dumbstruck, before his eyes narrowed. In a flash, he flipped you around, and your back hit the mattress with an unceremonious thump. His body was pinning you against the bed, as he panted hard against the skin of your neck. "I don't think... you understand what this is gonna be like. I’m gonna ruin you. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't want ever anyone else's cock inside of you by the time I'm done. I'm giving you one last chance to back out."

There was a long pause as he pulled back to stare intensely, and you matched his gaze with the same amount. He was giving you the option to leave, and you weren't interested whatsoever. A smirk crept onto his face as he confirmed your determination, and leaned down to the dip between your nipples, kissing your sternum. He teased you, trailing his lips and fangs all the way down your torso, leaving you a sweaty mess from the tension alone.

"W-Wolfwood... fuck..."

"Nico." He looked up at you from between your legs, and you let out a tiny breathless whimper from the feeling of his tongue lapping and tracing patterns into your pelvis. "Please."

"Nico."

His eyes softened, his lips letting out a soft howl of approval as he finally graced your heat with a kiss. Strong hands came to grip your legs as your hips thrusted up into the air, white-hot pleasure flashing from behind your eyelids. Nico folded your body in half, having your knees practically touch your shoulders as he pulled you closer to his mouth. He devoured you like a man left starving for days, encouraging every roll of your hips as you tried to match his fervor. It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough. He was so close yet so far, feasting on everything you were willing to give him.

He took everything with no complaints, complete and utter devotion in his eyes as he forced you to look at him. Forcing you to look at how ruined he was making you. Your body was an offering he could never bear to refuse, and it was then that he felt that maybe the brandings on his chest were alluding to something hidden within him. If he was purposed for holy reasons, this couldn't be anything but sacrilege. How delicious the taste of sin was.

With a cry, your orgasm washes over your body, so gentle and intense all at the same time. Just like the man who kept you in place even as your legs shook, continuing to coax you through your high. As he finally came up for air, your wetness was smeared all over his mouth, his tongue poking out from between his lips to lap it all clean. He gave you a pathetic little face as he unhurriedly thrust his cock against the mattress, looking for some kind of relief. "Wanna... inside.."

Your lips curled into a smile as you cooed sweetly at him, your hand coming to cup his cheek. "You gotta speak up for me, Nico. Otherwise I won't know what you want."

He whined, looking torn as he debated saving his pride versus finally getting to feel you. "Please... lemme feel inside… baby please…" The big bad dog who'd supposedly had you by the throat was now in the palm of your hand, waiting for your next words. And you couldn't be more pleased.

Placing a kiss on his forehead, you whispered against his skin. "Not yet. You can be a good boy for me, right? You're so good." Ignoring his protests, you got out of bed, your legs shaking a bit as you gripped onto the bed frame to steady yourself. The absolute distraught look on his face as you left the room was priceless, and it only encouraged what you were about to do.

You grabbed a small blanket and wrapped it around yourself as you made your way downstairs again, trying not to flash any neighbors who happened to be looking in your first floor windows. As you got to the kitchen, you grabbed the bags you had carried in earlier and open them up, smiling as you took what you were looking for out.

Before you had come home, a friend had asked you to come over to their apartment. She handed you her gift, saying it was only for precaution and hopefully you’d never have to use it. Having a notoriously aggressive dog does require some after all. You hadn't given it a second thought, pushing it to the bottom of your bag, because you weren’t a fan of hurting your puppy like that. But as you pulled the shock collar out and gave it a once over, you couldn't help but think this was all some divine intervention.

Making your way back upstairs, you first grabbed the leash you used for walks and attached it to the collar, tugging to make sure it was secure, then made your way to the bathroom. You hadn't had sex in a long time, so you were taking no chances. After spending a long time cleaning yourself up to acceptable standards, you entered your bedroom again and saw Nico kneeling on the mattress, back straight and mouth slightly parted. He looked at you with impatient yet forgiving eyes, as if he was trying to impress you with his obedience. You smiled as you came closer to the bed, and rested your hand on his neck, letting him ease up.

His eyes drifted to the collar in your hand, then back up to you. You couldn't gauge the expression on his face, so you decided to explain gently. “I want to try something,” you gave him the collar, and watched as he turned it over, looking at it blankly. “This is a shock collar. It’s not made for humans, so I’ll turn the voltage all the way down. I think you’d feel really good with it on, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”

You used your thumb to tilt his chin up to meet your expression so he could see how serious you were. “I would never hurt you. Just like you’d never hurt me. Do you trust me?”

He was silent for a few moments before he looked into your eyes, nodding. “I do.”

You beamed at him, and planted a gentle kiss on his nose, watching his tail wag in excitement. “That's a good boy,” Taking the collar from him, you carefully wrapped it around his neck before clicking it together. A perfect fit. You had him lay back against the headboard and you reached over to your nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, noting the way his eyes brightened. Clicking the cap open, you helped him drizzle some onto his cock, which you were only now realizing the sheer size of. From a quick glance, you knew he was freakishly big, but up close, he was absolutely massive. It was throbbing, his mushroom tip leaking with big drops of precum, with what seemed to be a large sphere at the base of it. As your hand grazed over his length, he twitched violently, and it seemed to swell even more.

Is this even going to fit?

Deciding to go a bit easy on yourself, you tugged him closer by the leash, brushing your lips against his own. “We’re gonna start slowly, okay? I want you to feel everything,”

He reluctantly nodded and let out a shuddering gasp as you started to play with the head, his hips coming up to thrust against your fingers. “S-sensitive…”

You tutted softly and grabbed the remote that controlled his collar from the nightstand. You pressed a button and he jolted with a yelp, not expecting the light zap that hit his neck. “I told you to be good. Don't disobey me now.”

His eyes brimmed with unshed tears as you continued to touch him, eventually wrapping your entire hand around his cock. It was so big that your fingers barely touched together, but you gave him a tiny pump to gauge his reaction. Nico’s eyes rolled back as he clenched his fists, trying his hardest not to move an inch or disobey you. “Hah… ngh…”

“Hmm… so pretty. And all for me. You’re just so eager to fuck me, aren't you? So, so eager~”

Nico threw his head against the headboard, letting out a tiny constrained mix of a growl and a plea as you sat up on your knees to shuffle his cock between your thighs. His eyes were squeezed tight before he opened them to look at you, silently begging. He didn't want to risk the collar again, but he was getting desperate and you knew this. You gave him a light tap on the cheek before nodding. He jumped on this opportunity, taking your hips to squeeze your thighs together against his dick as he humped your legs. A long drawn out moan of relief left his lips as he pulled you down to him, kissing you fervently. Even the slightest bit of touch, he was so grateful for. You, he was so grateful for.

You played nice, letting him pull moans and coos of praises out of you, telling him how good he was, how about beautiful he looked fucking your thighs. Falling apart just from the slightest bit of touch, not even inside you yet. “Feels so good, doesn't it?”

“Yes!” he panted out, started to go faster as he tightly gripped the flesh of your hips, surely to leave a bruise later. “So, so good, Jesus God- please…”

Your eyes softened as you whispered, your words almost lost amongst the sound of slapping skin and creaking wood. “I want you to hold out for me a little longer, okay? You’re doing so perfect, you feel sooo right~”

Nico looked at you with teary eyes, sniffing as a wet droplet dribbled down his cheek. His lips were flushed and bleeding red from how he bit down on them, and as you moved him to kiss them bare, he whimpered. “Mi vida, please. Estoy desesperado… I need to… to-!” He howled as finished, his cum splattering all over your thighs and lower back as he slammed against you one last time. Sobs of relief spill from his mouth as he clutches you tightly, his cock still hard and twitching between your legs.

You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, placing apologetic kisses to try and soothe him. Even thought he didn’t last, he was trying so hard to, and that’s what mattered. As long as he felt good, then everything else could wait. “Are you okay, Nico?”

He let out a few shuddering breaths before nodding softly. “Yeah… ‘m just tired,” His dick twitched again as you shifted your weight on your legs, and he let out an exhausted chuckle. “That part of me isn’t, I guess,” Pulling back, he regarded you with a quiet expression. “Well, before we go any further, I gotta tell you something.”

You tilted your head, looking back with a quizzical expression. “You painted a bodily fluid mosaic on my back and now you want to say more? 'Tis a bit late for that, is it not?”

Caught off guard by your question, he laughed loudly, pressing your lips together as his body shook in amusement. “Such is the curse of being attracted to you, estrella,” he gingerly pulls you off of him, his dick still rock hard despite the sheer intensity of his previous orgasm. “It’s got more to do with what…” he motions to the base of his cock, where that mysterious sphere was. “That is.”

Sitting back on your heels, you stared at it. It most likely had something to do with his animal… thing, but you weren’t sure what the hell it was supposed to even be. Or do, for that matter. It took you a few seconds for it to hit you, and you looked up at him shocked. “That’s gonna go in me?”

“Yeah… Trust me, I’d rather it not. I get that I’m already…” he quirked an eyebrow at you and a glimpse of a smile graced his face. “...well endowed, but this shit’s not gonna end unless that happens. I gotta be honest, I’m more worried about what comes after it’s inside.” (heh no pun intended)

You gaped at him incredulously. “What the hell do you me after?”

He reached over to flick your forehead gently, slightly exasperated. “Lemme explain, will ya? It acts somewhat like a seal, so when I finish, none of it escapes,” he took note of the flushed expression you wore, and he went on to clarify. “If you got a condom, then that’s that taken care of. But if not, then it stays inside until the swelling goes down and I’m able to pull out. And I’m not sure how long that takes.”

Your eye twitched as he finished explaining, and you couldn’t help but sigh. “If you mess up my mattress like you did with my bedsheets when you pull out, I’m gonna kill you.”

Nico chuckled and pulled you in for another kiss, his hands tangling with the hair on the nape of your neck. “No promises, darlin'.”

Any tension and irritation you had faded as he pressed his tongue inside your mouth while he tugged you back into his proximity. Except the tiniest amount that still resided, which had you bring your hands up his chest to tug and twist as his pebbled nipples. He hissed softly, grinning against your lips as he matched your teasing ministrations. "Ah... Santa Madre... Eres el deseo que nunca puedo resistir." His thumb traced your jaw, tipping your face to the side so he could have easy access to your neck. The sounds he made while marking you as his couldn't be described as anything but scandalous. Muttering filth and debauchery as he bit into the skin, pulling blood and then licking it clean as an apology.

You stuttered and tripped over your words, your vision going dark with pleasure. "N-ni..." Words were becoming hard to articulate, and you didn't know if you could take the teasing any longer.

He tutted, sucking harshly on your collarbone before looking up at you through his eyelashes. "Look at you... can't even say my name properly," He took you by the back of your head and pulled you closer, whispering. "Forgotten our manners, hm? You're feeling a little too good, aren't you..." A soft kiss was left on your nose, gentle and affectionate. "Quiero hacerte sentir el paraíso, cariño. I'll take good care of you, don't worry."

Nico laid you in front of him again, and through the fog of your desire, you could vaguely make out him reaching for the bottle of lube again, taking your hand and lathering your fingers. He leaned over you, breathing heavily as he moved both of yours down your body to your puckered little hole. His sharp nail gently trailed the circumference of it, making you whine desperately.

"I don't wanna hurt ya... Once you've prepped yourself, I'll give you everything you need. Okay, darlin'?"

You nod slowly, pressing into your swollen flesh and making your back arch with tension. It didn't feel as good as you imagined Nico's would have, and this only spurred you on more. You looked at him, trying to be convincing and alluring as you went knuckles deep, weeping with lust. Without another second wasted, you started to thrust in and out, your eyes heavy-lidded. Your hips were raised towards him so you could angle deeper into yourself, letting yourself get lost in the feeling and adding even more fingers. With every calculated move, you were testing him, BEGGING him to fuck you; and you weren't gonna stop until he finally gave in.

He let out a deep groan as he pulled you by the hips towards him, reaching down to brush the hair out of your eyes. "You're that desperate for me, huh? You wanna go dumb from me driving my cock into you?" Nico gripped your wrist, gently pulling you out from your sex, and starting to grind his cock against you. Even after all of that, he was still trying to give you time to adjust and back out, he was on the... larger side after all. But truthfully, you were getting really damn tired of the courtesy.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him down to meet your gaze. "If you leave me aching for your dick for one more second, I'll neuter your ass."

He grinned and gave you one last peck on the lips. "Just making sure." Suddenly, he thrust into you, filling you all the way to the base of his knot. Your mouth dropped open and before you could even register the pain, he let out a deep, resounding snarl and started pounding into you hard like a man gone mad.

There were screams and wails ripped from your lungs as you scratched at his back, but he wasn't deterred. If anything, he relished in the pain. Every clench of your puffy walls around his cock was a testament to how good he was making you feel. That he was the one who was turning you into a babbling mess, a wreck that couldn't stop their legs from shaking and trembling.

In that moment, as ludicrous as it was, he knew that he loved you. He loved you so much, with every inch of his cold, scarred heart. You were the one who brought him into your home, asking for nothing in return even as he growled and snapped at you. You treated him with a kindness that he had never experienced, and the only thing he could offer in return was the promise that he would make you feel this good all the time. No matter when you wanted it, no matter how you wanted it, he would be that person for you. And even then, he would try. He would try so fucking hard to be the man you deserved because he knew that he couldn't let anyone be with you ever again.

Nico buried himself in the crook of your neck, kissing every area that he could even process was there, absolutely drunk in the feeling of you around him. God, you felt so good. You were so, so good in every way. He would take care of you, and make sure you never felt lonely ever again. Every bite and mark he left was a testament to how much how cherished you, and how you were his. You were his, as much as he was yours, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He pulled back, pressing your foreheads together as his hips continued to slap against yours, creating a lewd symphony of noises.

"Eres mi todo."

Your eyes brimmed with tears and you smiled, pressing your lips together in a sloppy kiss. "Never leave me. Please."

"I won't. I promise."

Both of your moans got louder and you felt your stomach twist, that familiar explosive feeling building up. The stickiness of your skin melding together, the warm feeling that washed all over you, this is the closest you were ever going to get to heaven. He ruthlessly reached into the deepest parts of your body, absolutely ruining sex with anyone else for you. You couldn't stop the salty streams from flowing down your cheeks as you tried to speak, your words coming out broken and hoarse. "I love you, God, I love you!"

Nico hushed you with another kiss, understanding every unspoken word that you were trying to say. "You feel so perfect... like you were made for me. You're so beautiful, mi alma gemela." His thrusts got faster until he finally slammed his entire cock into you, knot and all. You screamed out in rapture, finally coming and violently shaking from underneath him. Your orgasm ripped through your entire body, leaving you absolutely breathless while stars exploded from behind your eyes. It was the most intense thing you've ever experienced, and you could barely register the feeling of Nico's hips stuttering to a pause, a loud moan dripping from his lips as he spilled himself deep into the crevices of your heat.

You dug your nails into the skin of his back as he filled you to the brim, feeling that maybe this was where you were meant to be all your life. With him, in the most intimate way possible. God, you loved him.

Eventually, the two of you came down from your shared climaxes, and you relaxed into the bed, while he rested on his forearms above you, panting hard. You were absolutely spent, and you couldn't help but cheekily smile up at him, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. "So... I'll take it as you enjoyed that?"

He let out a loud, tired laugh as his hands came to cup your face, nuzzling against your cheek. "Eres un pequeño liante, ¿sabes?"

You hummed in response, relishing in the feeling of him on your skin. “Also, you wanna explain how you just suddenly know Spanish?”

“Call it a quirk.”

#trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun wolfwood #wolfwood x reader #trigun x reader #trigun x you #wolfwood x you

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soloragoldsun · 10 months ago

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So, I was looking for cute Joker/Futaba stuff, and saw that there's apparently a huge portion of the fandom that thinks the pairing is "creepy." Upon closer inspection, most of these people are saying things like how Futaba is meant to be like Joker's little sister, or that she's somehow incapable of being in a relationship due to her mental state.

Now, if you prefer Joker and Futaba as a platonic or familial pairing, that's totally valid. However, the comments about Futaba specifically really rub me the wrong way. The antis lean really heavily on how romancing Futaba is "predatory," and that she "doesn't understand" her feelings for Joker, and that she's "mentally not capable" of being in a relationship.

I'm sorry, but that's straight up infantalization of a neurodivergent character!

Futaba shows signs of being autistic in her mannerisms and hyperfixations. So what? Being autistic doesn't mean being "incapable" of understanding romance. Several of my buddies are autistic and in wonderful, fulfilling relationships with awesome partners.

Futaba is also dealing with PTSD and social anxiety due to what was done to her. Again, what about that makes her "incapable" of being in a romantic relationship? Do people with trauma have to put a pause on finding a partner until they're "acceptable?" Yeah, didn't think so.

Futaba is an incredibly intelligent person who is taking active steps toward personal recovery while cultivating deeper relationships with both her friends and her adoptive father. If one of these relationships turns into a romance, why is that suddenly a bad thing? Why is that suddenly something she's "incapable" of?

Both she and Joker are teenagers who were brought together by circumstance and fate. They get along well together. Joker helps Futaba take steps toward being more independent while Futaba becomes one of Joker's most valuable allies. It's the perfect setup for both friendship and romance.

It's certainly better than having Joker, a minor, in a romance with his DOCTOR OR TEACHER!!! (No, I will not stop ranting about that!!)

So, yeah. Futaba is a valid romance. Her neurodivergency does NOT mean she has the mind of a small child or is somehow incapable of being in a relationship. Stop infantalizing neurodivergency. Thank you for coming to my ranty TED Talk.

#persona 5 #p5 royal #spoilers #futaba sakura #neurodivergent #autism #anxiety #ptsd #rant #joker #ship defence #long post #shutaba

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thehomophobe · 1 month ago

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When encountering a child 🧒: Part 1

Freddy 🐻: It was a few minutes before closing time and Freddy decided took take one last look through Fazerblast before heading back to his greenroom. All the S.T.A.F.F. bots were all taken to maintenance after a huge birthday party blew out the laser tag arena. Let's just say...the kids got a little rowdy...

The only source of life (in this case robotic life) is the little wet floor bots, warning any unexpected visitors of the mess. And of course, Freddy himself. So when the soft sobs swam into his audio receptors, Freddy became alert. The arena was pretty dark, so he had to rely on the optical sensors for finding the source.

*sob sob*

The sound was close. Just around the corner. Freddy tries to quiet his footing, but with his metallic feet it was hard to soften them. Behind a panel reveal a small child in gray, silently sobbing in fetal position. Upon closer inspection, the child was unharmed but distress levels rose and fell slowly. They must've been overstimulated by the arena.

"Superstar, are you lost?" Freddy kneeled to the child. They back away in fright, scared of the muscular android in front of them.

"I do not mean any harm. I only concern for your safety." Freddy stated as he scanned the child's face.

NO GUEST IDENTIFICATION FOUND

"I can not find your guest identification in the system. Tell me, what is your name?"

"(Y-(Y/N)..." The child sucked a breath.

"Are your parents still the Mega Pizzaplex?"

The child calmed down after seeing the android really didn't mean any harm. Sobs and pants of fear die down to normal breathing as their heartbeat lessen softly. "N-No...They left me..." The child said timidly. "They all left me..." Tears slid down the cheeks of the kid's face once more. Freddy felt bad, doleful for the child situation. How would their parents just leave them here without taking a second glimpse back.

"That's...horrible Superstar..." Said Freddy. The lights slowly dim away. The plex was closed; it was too late for anyone to leave or come in anymore. For the time, Freddy wanted to give the child at least a comfortable place to stay until the plex opens again.

"Would you like to stay in my green room until the next dawn? I will help you find your parents until then."

The child nodded, wiping away the leftover tear streaks and held Freddy's outstretched hand.

Chica 🐔: Closing time. Which means snacking time!

Between the soft ambience of background music, clunky shoes clicked onto flooring in haste. Chica makes a mad dash passed security bots, hiding behind boxes and implanted greenery when needed to. A tough mission but she was built for this. Mazercise was her daily training session, if she runs through the entire thing she can run pass these guys. "Hang tight frozen pineapple pizza. I shall reunite with you on this very night." Chica internally monologues. Recently she watched a cool heist movie with a coworker last night after they fixed the screen in the arcade.

And now she feels like one of the characters. On a dastardly mission with high risk and high reward.

*(insert a montage of Chica passing by dozens of security)*

After the final mile, Chica swiftly made it into the kitchen. During her break-in she temporarily disabled the worker bot inside. Can't have any witnesses.

Synthetic hands rubbed against each other in triumph and mischievous glee. "Alright, now where is it...?" She ponders. It's time for a kitchen hunt. Around every corner, inside every crate and cupboard, she goes aimlessly around the kitchen.

Because she forgot where the kitchen staff left it.

"It's not here either." Chica whined. With a finger tapping against her chin, she pondered. If she was a full box of frozen pineapple pizza, where would she be?

"OH! In the trash!" That's gotta be it. It's just a quick trip to the trash pile, nothing to big for her to handle.

*rumble rumble.*

"Hm?" Chica turned to the sound. Was someone coming? The door isn't locked so anyone can get in. Well, any bot can get it, the human staff had already left. *bamp*The sound of plastic dropping made the gynoid flinch. "Hello~?" She called out. Just making sure it's not an actual person.

*shuffle*

It's...it's...it's...

It's coming from the sink cabinet.

Chica stepped lightly and quietly (despite having chunky orange heels on) towards the living cabinet.

*shuffle*

It shuffled again! The sink is alive!

Wait wait wait...it's probably just a raccoon that snuck in. Chica shrugged and open the cabinet with ease...

...

Well it's not an animal, but it is a little kid.

The child was tiny, which explains why they could fit in the cabinet. Light grays were the color of choice for the kid, but little crumbs of brown, yellow and pink speckled their shirt. And well as their mouth, which was awkwardly straight.

"Hey! Did you take my pizza?" Chica raised a brow. The child turn frightened after hearing her demanding question. They shakes their head in fear. They felt guilty, even if they didn't eat the gynoid's pizza. Chica, after seeing this honesty and the fear emitted from the child, took a step back. She didn't mean to scare the kid, she just asked if they knew where the pizza was.

"Aw I'm sorry sweetie. I didn't mean to be rude." She said doply. "Come on, let's get you out of their." She gently grab the child out from the sink and into her arms to get a better look.

NO GUEST IDENTIFICATION FOUND

"Huh? That's weird. Usually every guest registers into the plex at the entrance. How did they get in?" Chica wiped the crumbs off the kid's face as she thought out loud.

*grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr* A tummy rumbled.

"Hehe. Guess you're still hungry huh?" The child nodded. "What's your name sweetie?"

"I'm (Y/N)." The child giggled.

Monty 🐊: "COME BACK HERE BRAT!" Monty growled. Tonight, all of nights, had to be when a kid snuck into the plex last minute. Those security bots really are stupid. And now because of them, Monty going around chasing the kid in Gator Golf. The kid was fast. Incredibly fast. But luckily for Monty, he's got more stamina since he charged after the last performance of the night.

Currently, the kid stands on top of one of the gator head in the course, waiting for Monty to make a turn. Whether it be right or left, they'll the opposite. What they don't know is what if Monty chose to crawl upward towards them. Behind the gator head was the pools of water, which were cold and still. Monty approached the kid slowly, like a carnivore hunting for fresh meat.

"Come on kid..." Monty groaned. Not of physical exhaustion, but of mental exhaustion from chasing this kid up down left right throughout the entire golf course. The doors leading outside the course were locked so the kid couldn't escape. The closer Monty got to the kid, the farther back they went.

But the kid knows that any further could lead into the freezing water.

"You don't want to take a swim, do ya?" Monty asked. The kid giggled and shook their head. They shifted left. They shifted right. They were definitely cornered.

...

*slip*

*splash*

Well...it was bound to happen. The kid fell into the ravine, disturbing the still waters of the course. Monty huffed, this kid...

The child flailed in the water, whether it be due to the cold or that they didn't learn how to swim. The android groaned like a tired father who was always overworked to the bone; two fingers pinched the synthetic nose bridge.

The reason why he's acting like this is because he knows this kid. He knows this rowdy child who always worn a child leash by their parents and somehow still manages to get off of it. He also knows that he was this kid's favorite.

"Hang tight hatchling, I'ma comin'" Monty reassured the kid as he took his clothes off, avoiding any questions on why his stage clothes were wet. He waded, the water barely reaching the shoulders. The waters in the course were deep, but not too deep. Underneath the murky pools lied the goofballs whiffed from today's course and were left to rot below. He could tell; he was stepping on all of them. The kid held onto Monty's torso and carried out the pool, wet with tears and chlorine.

"Jeez, I really gotta teach you how to swim."

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