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sunsinourhands · 16 days ago
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oh NO.
NO. I have a fear of this exact thing.
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phagodyke · 1 year ago
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getting home from work and playing 5 straight hours of elden ring.... crops watered etc
#i love running around and hitting things with my big sword <3#ive just been fucking around exploring im a bit op for the areas im in at the mo so can usually do the minibosses in 1 attempt#logging off cuz its 1am but im gonna do crucible knight next tmr i think. and then check i havent missed anything else before godrick#wait also i should do the weeping evergaol cuz i unlocked that but didnt go in....#GOD there was this one horrid boss in one of the caves (i defeated first time but its moveset. scary shit in there)#and it did SO much blood damage by the time i defeated i was DRENCHED in red... ill share the screenshot tmr it was so funny#thal having a normal one.#ALSO i accidentally unlocked a lost grace near the very top of the map (stumbled into a transporter trap) and jesus CHRIST the map is BIG#originally it only showed a kind of square so i was thinking huh. ive actually covered a lot of it. but NOPE I HAVENT theres way way more#which is awesome :-) i was worried abt getting bored of it but nvm lol#i need to find a lvl 3 somber smithing stone as well theres gotta be one in these earlier areas SOMEWHERE.....#if not i have so many normal smithing stones i might just whack up the dismounter or whatever its called#the other curved greatsword i have. and just use that until i can upgrade bloodfang again#i wanna draw most of the main boss fights w my oc..... maybe. the designs are just all so gorg i keep getting distracted from the fights#ahhhh......#its so nice having an active interest to hyperfixate on ive missed this sm#but damn i need to go to bed its half 1 ive been up since 6:30 im craaazy..#goodnight every1#.diaries
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bunnis-monsters · 5 months ago
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cw: dubcon, size difference, belly bulge
Getting trapped in a dark cave had been scary enough WITHOUT the gigantic titanoboa naga staring at you from the entrance.
“Mmm…”
He slithered closer, laying flat on his belly so he could get a good look at you. His tongue flicked out, lapping at your cheek.
You were too terrified to scream or run away, so you stared up at him in terror. Though he was huge, he made no moves to crush or swallow you whole.
“How cute…”
A strange purring sound filled the cave as he flicked his forked tongue out again. His lower half rubbed against the cave ground, and two cocks sprung out of his slit.
He tilted his head, blinking before reaching out pick you up by the back of your shirt. Now, you struggled like your life depended on it.
“N-no, please don’t! Let me go!”
This was it, you were going to be devoured whole! You squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the worst…
But instead of being swallowed, you felt something warm and stuck slide between your thighs, rubbing against your soft skin. The naga grunted, his body vibrating with purrs as he moved your back and forth.
When you opened your eyes, your face became hot with embarrassment as you realized the situation you were in.
He was rubbing you against one of his cocks while he pumped the other in his hand. His face was flushed, his cocks leaking precum.
“W-what are you doing!?”
You whined, one of the cocks kept pressing against your panties, his precum soaking through the thin fabric. It was almost shameful how good his cum smelled…
“Getting you ready to breed…”
Your panties were easily ripped off, the very tip of one of his cock rubbing against your hole, tiny compared to the thing he wanted to shove in you.
“Y-you can’t, it won’t fit!”
He nuzzled his head against your face. If he had been any less gentle, he may have broken your neck.
“Doesn’t have to fit…”
With that, he began pushing the very tip in, slowly thrusting it into you. You yelped at the sudden stretch, barely able to fit the tip at all in your small, fat cunt.
“C-can’t!” You blubbered, whining as he continued rubbing and thrusting against you. “Too much!”
But… as the pain began to ease, you started to feel… strange. The smell of his cum, thick and heavy in the air had your pussy drooling. You wanted it, wanted to be bred by both of his cocks.
When he flicked his tongue out to catch your scent again, he made a happy sound, his cocks twitching in excitement. His little mate was enjoying this, you were aroused!
“That’s it, little one… just take it. I’ll fill you up, don’t worry your pretty little head…”
Your belly bulged with his cum as it spurted into your womb, filling you up and making you cream all over the tip of his cock.
He seemed absolutely enamored with how round and soft you were after taking his load, curling up around you and using his soft chest you keep you comfortable.
“Oh, so precious… you’ll give me the cutest little hatchlings, won’t you?”
Earlier that day you had been exploring the jungle with some friends, and now you were mated to the mythical Titanoboa Naga…
Life sure is strange.
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dark-moonlust · 8 months ago
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Moonlit Rut
Pairing: Werewolf x Fox Hybrid reader
Summary: you and your mate have been together for months. It’s time for his rut and you know what to expect: he’s going to turn you into a stuttering pleasurable mess.
Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, werewolf smut, oral(female), wolf huge🍆, p in v sex, lots of come. Don’t like, don’t read please.
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The forest was dark but alive with night sounds. The moon hung full and bright in the sky, casting a glow over your boyfriend’s back. Kael was a werewolf, tall and towering, his body layered with silky fur, his eyes bright amber. And you were his little mate, a fox hybrid with rich red and white fur and a heart that loved him above all.
You had had been together for months and you lived together in his cave, your bond growing stronger and stronger. That night, Kael going through his rut. He’d fucked you the moment you’d woken up, his cock owning your body, his knot locking you to him. The day dragged on with him taking you, sating his thirst for you, the electricity palpable in the air.
You wanted him just as much.
Kael in the throes of his rut was achingly handsome and domineering. His were movements fluid, deep and predatory. His massive cock was constantly erect and he kept nuzzling your neck with his snout, kissing his mating bite on your neck. He seemed to not have enough with you and your intoxicating scent.
Not that you were any better. You couldn’t resist him. You licked, kissed, rode him just as intensely.
At some point, his rut reached the highest point. He carried you to a soft patch of moss and laid you down, your naked form illuminated by the moon. You reeked of him, of his scent claiming you from head to toes. And you wanted more. So much more. Lying back, you opened the folds of your pussy, giving him a show, showing him how drenched you were with his seed.
“Beautiful,” he drawled, his voice a deep rumble that made you circled your clit. “So beautiful under the moonlight.”
“Come to me, my love,” you replied. You needed more than your fingers. You needed him. “Take me.”
Growling, Kael bent between your legs, his hands roaming your body, rubbing your slick pussy, teasing your clit while his tongue licked your breasts. You explored him as well, hands tangling in his fur and tracing his muscled body. You pumped his cock, it was hard and thick, surrounded by veins and dripping precum.
Your breath hitched when he leaned down, his big wolfish head squeezing between your legs. A large tongue flicked out, teasing you, delving deep in your cunt. He licked and sucked, his wicked tongue moving with precision until you couldn’t do anything but moan loudly, gripping his hairy shoulders as you rode wave after wave of ecstasy.
His eyes locked onto hers, he took you, filled you, speared you. Again and again your bodies joined, with such primal need that made you a crying blabbering mess. He kept going, fucking under the moonshine, his cock touching so deep inside you it reached your heart. His tongue was everywhere, touching, caressing, loving.
“Mine. My mate, my pussy, my heart, my little fox,” he growled, his thrusts rocking your frame.
“All yours,” you panted, arching your body against his. “Always.”
“Ahn… Hnn—clo—se…” you gasped, your oversensitive body reaching another climax.
With a final, deep plunge, Kael pushed you over the edge, impaling you fully on his dick. You cried out and came violently while he roared and released load after load of his seed. His knot popped, swelling huge and trapping you together. Even so, his cum was too much, it overflowed and dropped down your already glistening thighs.
Your hearts pounded in unison. You felt him everywhere.
“My mate,” he whispered against your dry lips. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you.” You kissed his snout and made a face. “I’m a little sad that your rut is fading.”
He growled. “Who said it’s fading, little fox? I’ll fuck you again, own you so deep you’ll be a stuttering mess.”
You smirked up at him, eyes shining. “Do your best then, big wolf.”
He waited a few minutes then carefully dislodged his knot. He was fucking you again, in every way imaginable, indeed turning you into a stuttering mess. In the end, you could only relax into his warmth and whisper,
“I love you, Kael. Always.”
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247-diaperboy · 19 days ago
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Rabbit hole:
it all started with a simple tumblr post you ran across. it was a grown adult dressed up as a big baby with a giant diaper on and restrained in a high chair. it peeked you’re curiosity and eventually you caved in and started looking for more content like that. Soon enough you were checking out new post about abdl everyday and it started to really get you excited. Then you start gooning for hours on end jerking off to the idea of wearing a diaper just like the men you saw in all those post and wondering what it’d feel like. Once again your curiosity got to you and you went to a local store to buy some thin diapers that were almost like pull ups and even though it was on the thinner side it felt so amazing after pulling them up between your legs. That snug feeling of some padding between your thighs was everything you dreamt of. You managed to finally let go and wet it for the first time. The swelling up felt so natural, wet, and squishy. immediately you turn on your phone and start jerking off in your wet diaper gooning out to more content. Still this wasn’t enough for you. You finally had started looking for a dom or Daddy online to chat with. Soon enough you find a man who’s very interested in helping you explore your diaper fantasies. Your new Daddy was very dominant and strict. He knew just how to get in your head and make you feel little. You eventually started sending him pics of you in diaper with your face in them without really thinking about it cause he made you feel just so special. little to your knowledge he had been saving every single picture in a special file with your name on it. He insisted you partake in chastity and sent you a tiny cage that he immediately got you locked in. Your Daddy as well started getting large shipments of XL Diapers sent to you as well. Your closet was filled the brim at this point and your Daddy was only getting started. At this point you started to get a bit nervous about wearing the cage for super long and how thick these diapers were getting. You finally got the courage to talk to your Daddy about slowing things down a bit. This is when you found out he had all your pics saved, All your of your contacts, and he had no plans of letting you go. In Fact now you’re in chastity and thick’s diapers 24/7. You were so embarrassed with the idea of anyone finding out you were trapped in your daddies grasp now. eventually it became your normal. Just a Diaper Cuck with no way out and pissing away any manhood you had left in you.
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mammomlette · 10 months ago
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OBEY ME OLDER BROTHERS AS SOULMATE TROPES!
part 1 part 2 part 3 (WIP rn)
Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, GN! Reader/MC, possible cringe
Notes: This is literally my first ever fan fic I’ve published (if head cannons count as fan fics lmao) so apologies for any mistakes or weird formatting! Constructive criticism is more than welcome, I’m ASKING for it if you have any🙏
Alsoo they just kept getting longer and longer, I don’t know why and I’ve gone through lucifers to try and make it longer but I just can’t so sorry😭
LUCIFER: you can’t see their eye colour until you meet them.
* It wasn’t really that bad, being unable to see red.
* Being unable to see the colour of your blood as it oozed out of a cut wasn’t really that bad, even if it just looked like grey tar pouring out instead which is equally gross
* It wasn’t really that bad to just never be able to see a single colour, everyone had to put up with it at some point
* But it was sad how rose bouquets always looked dull, and how hearts would always be grey
* It was sad how you couldn’t just imagine up a new colour to fill the void that not being able to see red left
* You knew that the colour you couldn’t see was called red, and you could learn as much as you’d like about it but that didn’t meant you could imagine it let alone see it for yourself
* Not until you were teleported into a large, court-like room one day
* You looked up from whatever you were doing and stared up at the man who had begun to cheerfully talk in front of you. His hair was that familiar gray that you recognised as red
* He introduced you to your situation and the school, and in your panic your eyes darted across the room
* Then, you suddenly made eye contact with a man in a dark coat, hair a matching colour and eyes that were also a dark colour
* but a new dark colour
* Not that gray you had been familiar with your whole life, but a fierce mix of orange and pink, the way the colour red had been described to you your entire life
* You saw through your periphery some orniments on the wall and the previous man’s hair and jacket come to life with colour, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the dark haired man before you
* He had frozen, just like you, afraid to blink, afraid that he’d lose this enticing new colour again after missing it for so long if he were to let it go for less than a second
* When he finally looked away, he saw how different decorations in the room that had previously been gray lit up with the colour of your eyes, the world never seeming so alive in all the thousands of years of his life as they did in that moment
* For the first time in his incredibly long life, he saw the beauty that was your eyes and all the beauty they brought with them.
MAMMON: the red string of fate.
* Your entire life you had been accompanied by that obnoxious red string.
* Whenever you glanced down to your non-dominant hand, the first thing you noticed was the red string all tangled up and wrapped around your hand
* Sometimes you’d get bored and tie nots in it or rest it on a surface and pull it to make shapes, but as soon as you took your attention away from it it’d return to normal, pointing in the direction of your soulmate
* And for some reason, the direction would always be down
* Not always directly down, sometimes diagonal, but it always managed to go into the ground.
* Was your soulmate miner or something???
* You had tried and tried countless times to follow it, going into basements and even considering going cave exploring in case your soulmate was some kind of cave creature trapped down there
* There was even a time you considered that they could be in hell, because where else could they be that’s so low down?!
* You had grown to hate it, the way it would taunt you and while it showed your friends their soulmates, it just showed you the dirt on the ground
* Hopes of finding your soulmate and curiosity to where they could be grew into despair, concluding that your soulmate was either a mole person or dead
* Both results meant that you’d never meet them and would forever be tormented by that hideous, obnoxious, torturous red string that was eternally tied to your ring finger
* You were waiting in a lobby for a job interview when you suddenly popped into the devildom
* A man was happily introducing you to the courtroom(?) and all of the people sat inside of it
* There was a man named Lucifer, followed by his younger brothers, all of which noticeably sharing names with demons. This place was called the Devildom, they’re demons, is this hell?Someone must be pulling your leg or something, right?!?!
* You were cut of from your thoughts by the dark haired man- Lucifer- telling you to call his younger brother.
* You hesitantly took the phone-like device called a ‘DDD’ from Lucifer’s hands and dialed the number you were told to, fidgeting with the string on your ring finger that nobody else could see
* You waited for Lucifer’s younger brother, Mammon, to show up, still fiddling with the string, when you felt a sudden jolt on the string
* You looked down, to see the string moving slightly, left to right to slightly up, and noticed that it was no longer going into the ground. It was right at the doorway to the room.
* A man stormed into the room, immediately charging in your direction and shouting about your ‘nerve’ to summon ‘the great Mammon’
* Safe to say the shouting died down when he took a look at your hand and noticed how your strings were connected
* Awkward silence filled the air until it was interrupted by the Avatar of Lust, cooing at the situation when he put two and two together and realised what was going on
* You were too focused on the red string connecting you to his hand to noticed the red slowly covering mammons face
* Internally, you laughed. Of course you found your soulmate in Hell.
LEVIATHAN: you make choices for your soulmate.
* You woke up to the sun shining through your curtains. Your soulmate, for whatever reason, didn’t allow you to shut your blinds. He didn’t even decline it, just left it on read.
* Why did you even have to request to do something so mundane?!
* Your soulmate forgetting to respond to your requests was a common occurrence, usually in the morning, but any time could be victim to your soulmates negligence to your requests.
* You went downstairs and opened your fridge and grabbed the first thing you saw: a pancake filled with red bean paste, in a box labeled ‘Azuki-tan, cute companion!’
* You had zero clue what that meant, you just remembered seeing it for sale at a grocery store a couple days ago
* Again, you had to send a request to your soulmate over whether you could eat this or not.
* Almost immediately, it was accepted. You didn’t really stop to think about the fast reaction time to the request, just thankful this wasn’t another ignored request
* Just as you were about to put it into your mouth, you were teleported to a large room that resembled a court room and contained a lot of chairs and 6 scary-looking men
* You kind of zoned out for most of that discussion until you started asking questions, but safe to say the pancake was forgotten, still in your hand.
* You made your way to where you would be staying with the demon assigned to look after you, Mammon, when a request from your soulmate popped up:
* ‘Soulmate would like to: Ask his brother for his money back.’
* You accepted, wondering what harm could be done, and entered the building with Mammon.
* You were just chatting with the white haired boy when all of a sudden a boy with purple hair started yelling at him “How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon!”
* They started to yell at each other about money, which you found to be an odd coincidence. Would this even be considered as asking for money though? It’s more like bullying.
* You watched the argument unfold and brought the pancake to your mouth, about to take a bite, when the purple haired boy froze and stared at you, which made you stand there awkwardly with your mouth about to bite into the pancake for a few seconds waiting for him to say something
* “Is that Azuki-tan?!”
* “Umm… I think that was on the packaging… why?”
* Very awkward. Oh look, a request!
* ‘Soulmate would like to geek-out about Azuki-Tan and The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl franchise.’ You accepted. How random.
* You had no time to ponder the randomness of the request because the purple haired boy, Levi as Mammon had introduced him, began to spout random nonsense about the pancake? No, a girl called ruri hana- wait no, now he’s going on about voice acting- who’s that voice actor?- wait what show is he going on about now?!?! You really wanted to tell this guy to slow down or shut up!
* He paused for a quick moment and pressed a button in the air, continuing with his tangent when you yelled at him to just slow down!
* He paused. He stared into your soul. He looked like he was rebooting, or something.
* “You’re my soulmate?” He said, voice shaky. You asked him what he meant, and he just started going on a rant about an anime where this very thing happened and- he’s off topic again, he’s going a mile a minute! You asked the voice in your head ‘can I please tell him to shut up?!’
* He stopped and stared at you, now yelling how you were asking him to shut up and how rude than was!
* Oh shit. He’s right? He’s your soulmate? And you just asked your soulmate to shut up the annoying guy in front of you?? Whew boy.
* You awkwardly mutter apologies to eachother, flustered, both the pancake and his older brother forgotten.
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revelboo · 2 months ago
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I caved after not finding earthspark episodes on youtube and got netflex.
Anyway back when forged to fight wasn't netflex exclusive and first released i used to play. Been jamming that XD and watching earthspark.
Anyway what is your fave version of soundwave?
Also optimus XD you're turning me into an all rounder loo
For Soundwave? TFP. I remember seeing him for the first time and texting a friend that he was unsettling and I loved him. Her response was “kind of figured you would- built in shibari.” Which absolutely checks out.
For Optimus, I remember liking the TFA version because it was the first time I saw a young Optimus that was awkward and wasn’t the all knowing leader, but still learning.
18+ scenario content 🌶️
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Soundwave x Reader
• Murmuring a protest as a tendril coils around your ankle and tugs you out from under your blanket, you peer up at Soundwave as he looms over you, his other tendrils snaking out to snare you and haul you up. “I’m not even awake, yet,” you protest as he brings you close and bumps his helm gently against your forehead. Know he’s asking permission and he’s eerily still until you reach up to touch his helm, brushing your mouth against him. Accepting him. Tendrils wrapping around you to restrain your arms and hook your thighs open, you feel his visor slide affectionately against your cheek as his servos trail down your body in a slow exploration. Sleepiness falling away to the feel of those servos stroking inside you and his coils sliding against you.
• Wriggling in his hold, you make a needy sound when he presses his servos inside you. Trapped in his coils and dangling where he wants you, he strokes deep feeling you grow slick for him. Teasing as he frees his spike and strokes himself against you. Feels you arch, lips parting. “Soundwave.” So sweet, those little sounds and whimpers as he finds you and drives deep. Like music just for him. Using his grip to position you until he finds that angle that makes you gasp and moan. “Please.” Unable to deny you as he moves faster, hips snapping against yours. Losing himself to the feel of you as he claims you.
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Optimus x Reader
• “W-wait.” That quiver in his deep voice spins through you as his servos tighten on your waist and his head falls back. “Slow down,” he groans. Laughing softly as he makes a low noise when you roll your hips against him and his own lift until your knees leave the berth, feeling the hard length of his spike spearing deep as you brace your palms on his chassis and he shudders. Forcing you to stop moving on top of him as he vents roughly, optics finding your eyes. You’re so close and you don’t want slow and soft right now.
• “You promised,” you say, voice breathy as you look down at him and he loves this view of you. Servos sliding along your side, pressing gently to find your ribs, he lowers his hips back to the berth. Letting you play, because he had promised to let you have control. Or ‘drive’ as you’d worded it. Swallowing a growl when you immediately begin riding him again, movements urgent as you chase your need with his body. Always so impatient, servos reaching up to follow the delicate line of your throat and cup your cheek. “Optimus.” Denta bared at the needy sound of his name on your lips and the wet heat of your body gripping his spike, he groans as you tighten on him. Catching your hips to thrust up into you as you fist his spike until you take him over the edge with you.
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I’m trying to work through this backlog today, with random scenarios between getting the tree up and errands. I want to get the second full chapter of Everything is Alright done, too. (And figure out what the character limit is here)
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saphiccarma · 2 months ago
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- Sweet Thing Pt.3
pt.2
Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary - And sometimes, you don't think Rio and Agatha are all that bad, like when they comfort you after a nightmare. Other times they are the people you hate most.
Warnings: kinda sexual content (not really?), lil' bit of gore, side character death (kinda)
A/N: When I say i spent an hour searching for some sort of mermaid anatomy.... also i have started to slowly develop and entire freaking lore for sirens in this au sooooo good for me Reblogs and comments make me happy :>
The water swirled around you, powerful and familiar. You were home. Elation burst in your chest and you tried to swim forward. Key word: tried. Seaweed held you in place, keeping you firmly trapped and unable to move. Your home was so close. It was right there. That little cave you lived in with your parents. Where you braided your sisters' hair and wrestled with your brothers. The safe place where your mother tended to any wounds you could while exploring and your father would fondly tell stories of his youth.
It was right there.
Movement in the corner of your eye forced you to look away and you did so reluctantly. Something dark lurked between the different structures, other homes and coral. It could easily have been a bigger fish or a turtle, but you knew it was something else. Eyes narrowing, you gasped at what you saw. Perhaps the largest shark you had ever seen, a great white that weaved through the gaps in the coral and was heading straight for your home.
You opened your mouth to shout a warning, but nothing came out. Your mother passed through the doorway of your house as the shark got nearer. It swam with intent, getting closer and closer to your home without moving. Tail flicking frantically, you tried to propel yourself forward, find a way to save your mother. And then you saw another small little figure. It was your sister. She was only a few years old, just learning how to talk, and she trailed after your mother with a toy in her hands. The toy was something you had found for her, a shell shaped in an odd way that she adored because it looked like a fish. She always tried to catch the fish.
Tears welled in your eyes, and you could feel it mingling with the salt water. For the briefest of moments, your sister glanced in your direction, her hair drifting in a small braid and her head tilted curiously. Hope filled you as you thought she noticed you, but then she shrugged and turned around to follow your mother. The shark swam closer, and you swore there was dark intent in its eyes. Beady eyes that were trained on your little sister. She was too innocent. Too small. She didn’t deserve to die. Not like this. She deserved to live a long life where she found someone to be happy with and had her own kids. Not to die by a stupid shark.
Where was your father? You looked around for him, he was never far, not while your sister was still so young, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was always there to protect you. To keep you and your siblings safe, no matter what, even if it hurt him. But he wasn’t there. One moment you were scanning for your father and then the next you were screaming, one filled with pure pain and shock, as the shark bit down on your sister's tail. Her voice was shrill as she shrieked, tiny body thrashing around in the shark's hold, but her attempts did nothing. With one solid bite, her tail was gone. Blood flooded the water around her.
Your mother rushed forward, grabbing at your sister who was crying, staring at her tail in shock and terror. It was bloodied, the end ruined and torn. The shark didn't waste a moment before surging forward again. You were forced to watch as it ate your sister, swallowing her small body whole. Shock prevented you from doing anything but stare as your mother sobbed, her body hunched over as she sunk to the floor of your home. You tried to call out to her, tell her to move before she met a similar fate. Even if it worked, the shark got to her first, biting her head off in one swift chomp.
And finally, you could move, and you surged forward, bolting through the water. Once it caught sight of you, for some reason the shark swam away, blood trailing out of its mouth. You cradled your mother in your arms, her neck spewing blood out and onto you, but you hardly cared.
That was all you saw before your vision went black.
A shriek died in your throat as you jolted upright in bed. Sweat beaded down your forehead as your hands fisted into the bed sheets and panic kept you locked in place. Your breathing was heavy as the images flashed in your mind, your sister with her tail bitten off and your mother's head following. They replayed over and over as you stared into the darkness. It was all you could see. Your body trembled violently. The sun slowly began to rise behind you, the light shimmering faintly through the window, but you couldn't focus on that.
Your sister. Her blood, flowing out into the water, red mingling with clear blue. Her little scream echoed sharpy throughout the sea. You would hear that sound forever. Then followed by your mother. Her head - her kind face that had looked at you with so much adoration, so much love and tender care - was just gone in the blink of an eye. You hardly noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks, a constant flow, and the heaving of your chest as sobs racked your entire body.
"Y/N?" Agatha's groggy voice didn't even reach your ears as your knees came up to your chest. You rocked back and forth. All that you could process was your dream. They couldn't be dead, right? There was no way. It was just a dream.
A hand landed on your arm, and you flinched away, your back hitting the wall, and a feral hiss leaving you. For once, Agatha didn't berate you for it. Maybe it was the crazed look in your eyes and the sweat that dripped down your face. Or maybe the way your body shook as if there was an earthquake. Rio was standing behind Agatha who sat on the edge of your bed. You whimpered as the older woman scooched closer and you tried to move further back.
"Stay back!" you cried, hardly recognizing the woman in front of you. Your sister. A shark. Blood. Your mother. Agatha wasn't there. Rio wasn't there. They were out of the question. To you, they weren't even here. You were still underwater, stuck in place, blood everywhere. Your teeth slotted out and you hissed at Agatha once again, your mind clouded with distress.
Rio tapped Agatha's shoulder lightly before she sat close to you. Her movements were slow giving you time to react and she ignored your distressed sounds, noises of defense that were meant to keep her away. She only hushed you softly instead of leaving you alone like you wished. Curling her fingers around your shoulder, Rio tugged you close. For a moment, you struggled as she held you close to her chest, earthy scent flooding your nose.
For a brief moment, you struggled against her chest, your protests loud. She made that hushing noise again her hand stroking your hair softly and running down to your back. Slowly, your movements stilled, and cries quieted. Rio mimicked your rocking motion from before as she held you in her lap, her touch oddly comforting. And as time passed on all visions of your mother and sister's death faded into the back of your mind. They were still there, still present, but quieter now.
She shifted so that the two of you were leaning against the wall, and your legs bracketed Rio's waist and you buried your head into her neck. Her arms were wrapped around you, and you felt like a little seahorse, tail wrapped around its father's. And then Agatha started to hum softly, the tune lighter than you had ever associated with her. That, combined with Rio's fingers gently tangling through your hair and tracing down your spine, it lulled all the loud thoughts.
Once again, your vision went black, but this time you felt a bit more at peace.
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Fingers prodded around your scales, rubbing against them and pulling them back. You hissed every now and then, only stopping when Agatha glared at you from the corner, her eyes sharp and daring you to do it again. Each time you met her with a harsh look of your own. To which Agatha would only smirk and scoff a little as if you were a child. In turn Rio pushed down harder on your scales and drawing another annoyed sound out of you. It kept repeating.
You were laid out on her desk, tail dangling over the side, and the wood digging into your skin. Agatha had swiped everything off and placed you on the surface with a surprisingly gentle touch. Then she promptly demanded for you to turn into your "fish" form, and it took some threatening, followed by sweet praises, for you to do so. Turns out Rio wanted to examine your tail, a first, and it wasn't like you had any choice. Rio tapped on your scales once again, her nails scraping on the smooth surface.
For an odd reason, her touch warmed your scales which were normally cool to the touch. That was another thing you learned was that it was often warmer on the ship than in the ocean. The water down there was cold, freezing if you went deep enough, and you nearly hated the heat of the human land.
"Turn over," Rio's words weren't negotiable, even as much as you wanted to, and her hands turning you over only reinforced her command. Her nails dug into your waist, Agatha's shirt ridden up slightly on your skin, and she flipped you over. It was your cheeks turn to dig into the harsh wood and if your scales weren't there to protect you, then you were sure there would be splinters in there. Running her fingers down your spine, Rio stopped right above where scales met skin.
You shivered beneath her touch. Faintly, you heard Agatha getting up from her chair in the corner and her boots hitting the floor smoothly, but you were too focused on Rio as she trailed down. She hummed above you, her fingers pressing lightly. Your hand came to clamp over your lips to muffle an embarrassing sound when Rio's fingers reached your sensitive spot. Scales covered your reproductive system, only opened when given proper stimulation - it was part of the mating process. You could feel heat pool in the pit of your stomach and blood rush to your face.
A hand grasped your own, gently pulling it away, and you could feel the scales on your cheek turn an embarrassing shade of green. Agatha chuckled. She held your hand in her eyes, sapphire eyes shimmering with amusement as she took in the odd coloring that ran over your scales.
"Your scales change color?" she asked, almost perplexed, but also dripping delight, "Aww are you embarrassed?" Her tone was the embodiment of teasing, a single eyebrow raised in faux question.
Every light spotting of scales on your upper half was now tinted pale green, a common sign of embarrassment amongst siren folk. Your scales would change color to match strong emotions, a light pink being happiness, or deep blue being sorrow. Although the shades varied between each and everyone, the general concept was the same. And right now, you felt like something small, merely a toy to them, nothing of value, just something that they could play with. A subject.
You had half a mind to curl your teeth at Agatha and snarl, but you stopped yourself, well more like Rio stopped you. Her fingers pushed down right near your entrance. You could feel your scales loosening beneath her touch and her nails dug beneath them. Unwillingly, you whimpered slightly and Agatha's small smirk grew.
"Is someone sensitive there?" She cooed, her tone mocking. You hated it. You hated your body for reacting this way to Rio's touch. This type of reaction was meant to be reserved for your mate, not the pirates who had kidnapped you and forced you to be on this ship. Agatha gripped your chin, squeezing your mouth open, and her thumb brushed against your lower lip. Your fins twitched nervously. As much as you loathed to admit it, you enjoyed it.
Scales loosening further, slowly revealing your entrance, you could hear Rio let out a surprised gasp. The two pirates exchanged a look over your head and the one above you poked at your entrance. An obnoxiously loud noise escaped you, unable to seal your mouth shut with how tightly Agatha was gripping your chin.
Before Rio could dip her fingers any further in, the boat rocked harshly and there was a deafening sound that echoed. You squeaked and could feel your scales tighten just like your muscles locked up and tensed beneath the humans' touch. Agatha stood abruptly and you were grateful for her nails to be gone from your face. There was hardly a moment between the boom and now before Agatha and Rio were both rushing out the door.
The former turned around, fixing you with a stern look, "Stay here. Turn back into a human and stay that way until we come back, understand?"
You wanted to protest but there was no time before you heard the telltale click of the lock. Panic surged through you and you turned yourself around, sitting up on the desk. Your tail turned into legs, leaving your lower half bare, but you didn't care as you scrambled for the door. Frantically, your hands wrapped around the handle, but it didn't budge as you tugged. Footsteps pounded above deck, and you could hear frantic shouts and Billy's panicked voice above all of them. Agatha gave sharp orders, her voice recognizable even though you could hardly make it out, and Rio's soft steps that were just barely audible, the quietest of them all.
You couldn't stop the amounting worry in your stomach when you heard more people board the ship, not at all sounding friendly based on the harsh shouts. Heart beating loudly in your chest, you scrambled back into the corner of the room when you could tell someone was coming down the stairs. Covering your mouth in an attempt to hide your distressed breaths, you waited with increasing anxiety as doors were slammed open followed by thudding steps.
Somehow, you had half enough thought to grab Agatha's dagger from where it sat next to you. She had left it on her chair. The weapon shook in your grip as you kept yourself pressed into the corner, but it was better than nothing. Even if you didn't know how to use it properly. All you had seen was Rio twirling it between her fingers or Lillia preparing food with a knife or Billy using one occasionally or Agatha when she nicked your cheek to teach you a lesson. But you had never actually held one yourself.
The door handle jiggled, and your breath caught your throat. You hoped whoever it was would leave, think this room had nothing in it, but you didn't have such luck. Something hit the door, hard, and you jumped slightly. It happened again. And then once more before the door was kicked open, a man storming in. He had scruffy hair that ran over his face and covered his eyes, dark ones that locked onto you. Fright clouded any rational thought as he made his way over to you.
You scrambled to your feet, swinging the dagger around rather pathetically. It did nothing but make it easier for him. He grabbed your wrist as you tried to hit him, and you shrieked when he tugged you close. The knife clattered the floor and out of your grip. Thrashing around, you kicked your feet and tried to get out of his grip. It did nothing as his strong arms, muscles flexing against you, held you close and dragged you out of the room.
He seemed to get tired of dragging you because he swung you over his shoulder in a similar way to when Rio did it. And while you hated it the first time you hated it even more when it happened again. Your fists hit his back over and over and you were proud to hear him wince at least once. Still, he did not let go as he carried you out and above deck. Although you didn't know human customs very well, you could hear the distinct sound of fighting. Swords clashing and Billy's hurt cry that made your heart hurt. Rushed and garbled orders shouted over the heat of the fight.
You craned your neck to try and catch a glimpse and instead you caught Agatha's eye. Her blue eyes were flashing with anger, but once she saw you it changed to something almost like concern. Then you did something you never thought you would do. You cried to her for help.
"Agatha!" You thrust your hand out, reaching for her as if she could reach you from all the way across the ship. She blinked slowly for a moment, processing your words before slamming the blunt of her sword into her opponent’s stomach. She raced towards you, but it was no use. Most of the enemy pirates had retreated to cover the man carrying you, and they held your crew at bay while you were hauled onto the opposing ship. Frightened tears welled in your eyes and your struggles increased tenfold.
Rio looked ready to murder every single person who stood in her way, and she would have if not for the plank lifting and the ship begging to sail away. You heard Agatha shout orders for someone to get moving, but it was too late. This ship was smaller, faster, and was already zipping away. Despair and pure terror, unfiltered terror with no hope in sight, flooded your system as you watched Agatha's ship slowly disappear from view.
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lustchan · 5 months ago
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POV: You are a maid in Gojo Satoru's house and he comes back from work one day very stressed. So you try to cheer his up by making his favourite meal but it looks like he wants to eat something else 😏😏
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You jump as you hear the front door slam as Gojo storms through the vast halls. "He must have had a bad day" you think in your head just as he approaches the kitchen and stands by the doorway. You bow in greeting but all he does is look you up and down and then to the pot that was boiling on the fire for his food. When he left you notice that he had wrinkle lines on his forehead and set to make something to cheer up your boss.
You decide to make his favourite dessert : zunda and cream mochi , to accompany his meal. After about an hour the cream kikufuku is ready and so is his spaghetti Bolognese, all cooked fresh. You set it on a tray and walk up the long winding stairs up to Gojo's room, knocking on his door and calling out in a soft voice that his food is ready.
When he doesn't answer you warn him that you are coming in and push open the door with your elbow. You hear the shower running and realise that he is in the shower, place the food down on the bedside table and begin walking out. Then something lying on the floor catches your eye- it's an old photograph with a man with long black hair and a scar on his forehead with his arms around Gojo's shoulders.
You are so invested in the photo that you don't hear Gojo coming out of the shower and walking towards you until he puts his hand on your shoulder with immense force.
"What are you doing here?" He asks you in a low voice , a little too close to your ear. With the photo still in your hand , you don't dare turn around. Instead you reply in a shaky voice, "I-I was j-just bringing your food up to you, " You close your eyes when you say this unsure of what will happen to you if you open them. He breathes heavily, his warm breath tickling your ear as you let out a quiet whimper.
"Where did you find that photo?" He says more forcefully as he snatches it out of your hand. You hesitate to reply but then you say, nearly crying "I f-found it on the f-floor,"
He lets you go and you can hear his footsteps recede to his drawers to put the photo in. You stand facing the bed not knowing that Gojo was busy staring at your ass in your maid dress. Maybe it was because he was pent up or because he was stressed but Gojo could feel his dick become hard as he stared at your back a little longer.
You stood there awaiting dismissal but soon felt that something wasn't right. You turned slowly to see Gojo red in the face , his towel elevated by his erection staring intensely at your behind. You tried to turn away like you didn't just see your boss's dick poking out through his short towel that hung loosely around his toned waist, but he was faster. He walked quickly towards you , trapping you between his chest and the wall next to the bed.
"Y/N," He said as he towered over you , his minty breath hitting your nose.
"Y-yes Gojo-san," You stammered, your face becoming hot as you suddenly felt a wave of heat rush over you. Who would have thought that one day your rich sexy boss would be pinning you against the wall, his raging hard on poking you as you thought to yourself "Holy shit his dick is big" i over and over again.
"I want to do so many naughty things to you- will you let me?" He whispered softly as he waited for your reply. "Wow" you thought to yourself, "and he asked for my consent as well, he is literally perfect"
But even so, you nodded your head and said a shy yes. Gojo didn't waste any time and started by diving in for a kiss as he pushed you softly on to the bed. He slipped his hot wet tongue into your mouth as you explored the warm cave of his mouth. Gojo grabbed the hem of your dress, pulling it upward towards your head taking it off so fast that soon enough his mouth was back on yours pulling you closer and closer and he grinded on you.
You moaned into his mouth feeling his 9 inch cock rub on your clothed clit. His dick wasn't even fully hard yet and it was that big- you were losing your mind. He removed your underclothes until you were just in your sexy lingerie set , fishnet tights and your black heels. He opened your legs wide, giving him a good view of your soaking wet pussy as you looked up at him with the most erotic expression he has ever seen.
"Fuck, I'm going crazy," He said panting as he looked at your face. "You make me crazy," He jabbed a finger at you to emphasise the 'you'. Then he brought his face up to your pussy and licked you through your thong. You moaned out his name as he moved the cloth to one side and began feasting on you like a hungry beast.
"Aah~ Gojo-san~," You moaned as he flicked his tongue up and down pushing you towards your climax. Just as you were about to cum he stopped. You looked at him in confusion.
"Why did you stop?" You asked , pouting.
Gojo chuckled and climbed onto the bed positioning himself in between your legs.
"You think I'm gonna let you have all the fun? I'm struggling not to ruin you right now," He said as he slipped two fingers in your tight hole to prepare you. At this point, his dick was slack against his defined abs and you couldn't help but feel bad because his dick looked as if it was going to burst any minute.
You reached out and grabbed onto his dick with your hand that wasn't gripping the sheets and begun stroking him slowly. He let out a grunt as his long fingers came in and out of you as if searching for something. Suddenly he pressed something that made you jolt, your mouth hanging open in pleasure but you made sure as not to slow down the pace on Gojo's dick.
"Hehe, found your spot," He said with a smirk that made butterflies in your stomach.
"Gojo-san, um, I think I'm ready now," You said , not being able to take it any longer.
"Mhmm, look at your needy hole twitching like its begging to be filled with your master's cock, needy little slut," He said smirking down at you.
"Ngh~," You moaned at the name 'slut'. Even though it was an insult to some, it turned you on even more.
He lined up his throbbing dick with your pussy and slowly pushed himself in. You gasped at the intrusion but soon found yourself moaning as you felt a warmth grow in your stomach. You were sure that you were completely filled but when you glanced down you saw that not even half of his length had gone in yet.
"Fuck, Y/N. You're so tight." He groans pushing all of himself in you as you started to shake from your orgasm. He stared at you in awe before smirking and leaning down to whisper in your ear-"You came from me just putting it in?" He chuckles softly before thrusting into you hard. You moan loudly as he pounds into you at a steady pace.
"Who told you to cum without your master ,huh?" He says looking down on you.
"N-no one , Gojo-san." You stammer , playing along.
He suddenly flips you on all fours , gripping your hair as he slammed into you hard.
"It's not 'Gojo-san' , it's 'Master'," He says into your ear. You didn't need to see his face to know he was smirking.
"Aah~ M-master~aah~ngh~,"You moaned as he slammed into you at a god-like speed, your moans and the sound of skin slapping filling the room and bouncing off the walls. Thank God the walls were sound-proof in this mansion or else the other maids and servants would be very shocked to hear the noises coming out of the room.
You could feel yourself nearing your climax as Gojo's hot dick went in and out with a squelching noise. Gojo, on the other hand, could feel himself coming closer and closer to his orgasm as his thrusts became more sloppier. He grabbed your chin and turned your head to kiss you as you could feel your orgasm approach.
"Aah~ Master, I-I'm cumming," You said.
"Haa, me too baby," Gojo said. After a few more thrusts your body shook as your orgasm rippled throughout yourself. At the same time you felt Gojo release hot liquid inside your twitching pussy. When both of you rode out your orgasms, Gojo flipped you over looking at you as you lay panting on the bed. Then he run his hand through his white hair and smirked down on you as he put one of your legs over his shoulder, his dick up against his stomach again.
"Time for round two~"
Pt.2 here
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 months ago
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I've been having this idea ever since I've been slowly going back into pokemon/pokepasta (and how I've been reading some of your writing which is just. So good)
how about a pokepasta reader based on the Trapped In A Cave pokepasta? They are more of a ghost, and are seen more at places where it has food and such. They just make sure that Pokemons are fed and keep them away from places where they might be able to get trapped in forever-
I just got around to reading Trapped in a Cave and it's short but SAD AUGHH :(
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It was a rather sad and tragic end to your life...
Being trapped in a cave that had collapsed, freezing cold, without food or water.
And having no companion except your partner, your ace, your first first Pokémon: a Charizard who had to resort to...desperate measures to keep their hunger at bay.
As much as they tried to ignore their rumbling stomach and cried and whined and refused..you insisted that they ate your limbs.
And one by one, they did until only your head and torso remained.
It was agonizing, although the frostbite numbed some of the pain of their teeth tearing into your flesh and breaking your bones.
You had no strength left to scream anyways.
You hoped it would give them the energy they needed to burn their dying flame a little brighter and the strength to break out of the cave.
But after you closed your eyes for the last time, you suddenly found yourself floating outside that very cavern.
All of your limbs were attached, aside from bearing deep bite marks and exposing your muscle and bone.
You went inside, only to realize that a lot of time must have passed, as your Charizard had succumbed to starvation.
The only traces of you left were your hat and backpack, which they used as a pillow in their final moments alive.
With tears staining their face and your blood around their snout, your heart was broken.
You couldn't save them, but deep down..you expected this.
Your efforts only prolonged the inevitable.
However, their ghost showed up sometime later, and...while explaining that you were both dead wasn't easy, your beloved Charizard was happy to be with you and could receive all the pets they wanted now.
You two couldn't battle anymore, but instead made it your mission to ensure something like this never happened to another Pokémon nor trainer ever again.
Somehow your souls were tethered to the vast network of caves across the region, allowing you to travel from one to the other instantly.
You were also naturally drawn to areas where there was plentiful food. Such as the forests where berries grew in abundance.
You've spent most of your time ensuring Pokémon who wandered deep into caves didn't get lost and had enough food.
For caverns you sensed were unstable, you'd "spook" trainers to deter them from further exploration, with harmless techniques of course.
Eventually your travels led to you meeting other haunted trainers--such as Grey and Steven, who were exploring the cave Shinto ran into.
Steven almost flew into a rage upon seeing your Charizard's ghost, confusing them for Miki and accusing you of trying to "steal" her.
Only for her to show up a second later, confused.
Poor Grey is scared out of his wits, so you explain your story to them while Miki and your Charizard mingle (with Steven being lowkey surprised that they can see her as a normal member of their species and not as the broken, glitching mess she is).
After that, you meet Glitchy Red, Blake, and Gold, deciding to relay your story to them, too.
Much to Blake's and Grey's relief, you weren't another spirit/entity out for blood, but rather you wanted to help whoever you could to ensure they didn't meet a fate like yours.
Even though you couldn't travel everywhere with the trainers, you can warp from cave to cave to hang out with them, keeping their Pokémon well-fed and happy.
Most of them didn't need food anymore, but you like to pretend you're helping them.
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sircantus · 4 months ago
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Techno had been exploring a cave system with Phil when he felt it.
A rumbling vibration traveling through the rock too deep for humans and several types hybrids to sense.
It took Techno a moment to realize what it meant. And when he did…
“Move!” Techno roared. “Back to the surface! Now!”
Phil startled at the unexpected shout, but they’d known each other for too long to hesitate even if the danger was unknown.
Phil sprinted back the way they had come, Techno only a few paces behind him.
Phil held a torch aloft, and Techno a sword. Techno banished the sword to his inventory as he ran, but had no time to do the same for the pickaxe strapped to his belt.
As they ran, the rumbling increased in volume and intensity, there was no way anyone could miss it now.
How far was it to the exit? How deep had they been?
The cave had started to show deep slate, so perhaps sixty blocks below the surface.
That didn’t account for how far they’d travelled in any other direction, though.
They had entered the cave from a deep fissure in the earth, traveling into the cave network from there.
They were near halfway back when Techno heard the rock breaking above their heads. Diving forwards, Techno shoved Phil as far as he could.
A flash of pain in Techno’s abdomen as he hit the ground was quickly buried by the stone that slammed into his back, crushing force pinning him to the floor in a shower of dust and smaller rocks. The impact knocked the breath out of him and Techno wheezed, gasping at the stone dust filled air for breath.
The cave had collapsed, blocking off the direction the pair had just run from completely, catching Techno on the edge of the newly formed barrier.
“Techno?” Phil must have come to check on him while Techno was still regaining his breath. Phil had set his torch down near Techno as he checked his pulse.
“Mate, can you hear me?”
Techno’s response was a wheezing cough.
“Okay, okay, can’t talk?” Phil had grabbed the torch again, and lifted Techno’s chin, holding it close to one of Techno’s eyes, then the other before settling the torch aside.
Next Philza grabbed one of Techno’s hands.
“Can you squeeze my hand?”
Techno squeezed it.
“Squeeze once for yes, twice for no.”
Techno squeezed Phil’s hand again.
“Are you bleeding anywhere? Can you tell?”
Phil must not be able to see most of Techno what with him being covered in stone at the moment.
One squeeze. Yes.
The pickaxe attached to Techno’s belt felt like it had decided to introduce itself to his intestines, so he was most definitely bleeding from it.
“Alright don’t worry mate, we’ll get you out. If I move enough of this we should be able to get you walking.”
Two squeezes. No.
Philza frowned. “Why no? Wait, are your legs hurt?”
Techno- couldn’t actually feel his legs. Or his hips. And he really hoped that wasn’t a spine injury, but it probably was. He wasn’t sure how to tell Phil that, though, so-
Yes. One squeeze.
There was no way Phil would be able to get Techno out of here on his own. Cave-ins like this were dangerous enough on their own, but the first one had been caused by an earthquake, and there could still be aftershocks.
Here with Techno was just about the most dangerous place Phil could be right now. Techno had to convince him to leave.
He gathered his breath.
“Go.”
“What? Techno, no- I can’t leave you!”
Techno tried again.
“Go. H’lp.”
“Oh.” Phil said, looking to study the stone above Techno, “This is definitely a two person job, maybe three. I can ask Niki or Ranboo-“
A pause.
“Promise me you won’t leave me.”
Techno couldn’t suppress a snort of amusement.
Techno couldn’t go anywhere, he was trapped under a literal ton of stone.
But he knew what Phil meant.
“Pr’mse.” Techno managed to get out, knowing it was probably a lie as he said it.
But Techno needed Phil to leave, to be safe.
Techno gave Phil’s hand one last squeeze, and he hoped Phil knew what it meant.
For you, the world.
And then Phil was running towards the cave entrance on his way to get help.
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It was only a few minutes after Phil left that Techno felt the rumbling start again.
The aftershock caused a second collapse, sending rocks falling down on Techno’s shoulders, arms and head. At least one rock must have made its mark against his skull, because Techno’s awareness missed the rest of the rockfall.
When he came back to consciousness, it was with the weight of stone pushing in all around him, pressing him to the floor. It was oddly comfortable. Techno could still feel the pickaxe in his belly, shifting slightly every time he breathed, but now the feeling was only strange, not painful.
Part of him was aware that it probably wasn’t a good sign to be devoid of any pain, but he already knew how things would end when he sent Phil away, so really the lack of pain was a nice bonus.
The torch Phil had left with Techno must have gone out in the second collapse, because Techno couldn’t see anything.
There was nothing for Techno to do except think. Had Phil made it out? He should have had enough time if the rest of the tunnel was unobstructed, and he could probably fly out of the fissure that was the entrance.
Techno really hoped Phil made it out.
It felt like the debris on top of Techno was slowly increasing in weight, or maybe Techno’s strength was failing. Either way, it was getting harder and harder to draw a full breath.
Techno concentrated on that now, on getting from one shallow breath to the next. How much time had passed? He didn’t know. Everything seemed muddled and far away.
“Thank you.” A voice said, cutting through the nothingness that surrounded Techno and filling it. “You kept my husband safe.”
Techno had never heard the voice before, but he knew who it must belong to. Knew even in his soul as surely all things did. Kristin. And if she was here that meant-
Techno hadn’t noticed before, but he now realized that he wasn’t breathing, and he couldn’t feel his heartbeat inside his chest. He didn’t think he had a body anymore, but he could feel Kristin holding him.
“Do you want to watch over my husband with me?”
Techno did. Phil had no sense of self preservation and could use all the help he could get. And Techno had told Phil that he wouldn’t leave him just yet.
“Well then, let’s be off.”
OH MY GOD?? (DEVESTATED) OH MY GOD!! (Delighted)
I adore this. Its painful but i adore it, especially since theres Kristin showing up ten out of ten im absolutely thrilled to have had read this
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bump1nthen1ght · 1 year ago
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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 21 (Tentacles)
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Kink: Tentacle Sex
Pairing: Tentacle Monster x Male!Reader
Other Kinks: Roleplay
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1103 words
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“Oh my,” You gasp “-look at all this treasure! I guess I chose the right cave to explore. Just me, an adventurer all by myself.”
You cringe at your voice, hearing yourself repeated in the echoes across the cave walls. You were never the best actor, delivery a little too stiff and predictable. It doesn’t help that your improv is schlock, reciting the cheesiest lines from dirty books you’ve read in the past.
But the churring sounds around the corner suggest your lines, corny as they may be, are effective.
“I sure hope there's no big, strong monster protecting this treasure.” You call out, eyeing the nearby hiding hole. “It’d be such a shame, considering I’m all by myself,” You languidly bend over, pretending to look at the “treasure chest” in front of you, “-so defenseless.” Wiggling your hips, you turn toward the ‘chest’, popping open the top and pretending to coo at the fake bounty inside.
A satisfied smirk curls the sides of your lips when a familiar tentacle wraps around your ankle. Still playing as the oblivious adventurer, you ignore the creeping sensation that crawls up your pant leg, massaging your calf. You just wiggle your hips some more, pride and something else stirring in your gut when your partner churrs.
“Hmm, what's this?” You whine as another tentacle wraps around the opposite ankle, both quickly pushing up the bottom of your pants. “Oh no! A monster!” Your gasp is breathy and dramatic, paired with you throwing your hand to your forehead in woe. A thicker tentacle wraps around your waist, thoroughly ‘trapping’ you. “Let me go, foul beast!”
You fake slap the tentacle now pulling you towards your partner. Their chuckle reverberates against your skin.
Soon you're pulled into a rolling mass of tentacles, who don’t hesitate to fondle your body. Several crawl up your shirt, petting the skin and even flicking your nipples. Others easily undo the buttons of your trousers, quickly sneaking under the hem once your fly is down. You let out another breathy gasp, half real and half dramatic.
“Oh my goodness, what are you doing?” With all the indignation of a primadonna, you wiggle and thrash in your partner's hold. In reality the act only stimulates you more, lets the tentacles wrap around your limbs and hold them in place. You lick your lips, watching several tentacles pull down your pants and underwear, releasing your cock.
“I’m gonna have fun with you, traveler.”
A shiver rolls down your spine, the normally stuttered and shy voice of your partner especially deep and lusty.
Damn, they are a good actor.
“Ah!” You gasp, really gasp, as a tentacle wraps around your shaft. It squeezes tight as it slowly moves up the head, the tip playing with your slit. Already hard in their grasp, your head begins weeping precum, which the tentacle gleefully smears all over it.
You almost break character when the tentacle slithers off your cock, a whiny “Why?” on your lips. But then the tentacle slides up to your partner's mouth. They lean their faux, shining purple face down and suck on their own appendage, eyes rolling back. After letting go with a ‘pop’, they lean down next to your ear.
“Delicious.” They purr, their entire form rumbling against you.
It takes all you can not to melt in their tentacles right then and there, still trying to put up a ‘fight’.
But your partner doesn’t give you the chance to break, a quick tentacle wrapping around your cock once more as another begins circling your hole. You gasp again, this time quickly silenced by another wayward tentacle, shoved down your throat.
“Your noises are so pretty.” Your partner chuffs. “But I want to explore all of these holes.”
Tears bubble at the corner of your eyes, feeling your throat gag from the new intrusion. But you tap three times on the tentacle, the signal you are good to go forward. It may have been sudden, but the penetration is far from unwelcome.
You can see your partner smirk from the corner of your eye. The tip circling your asshole oozes lube, leaving faintly buzzing trails in its wake. The tentacle around your cock begins oozing as well, some dripping down to your balls as it jerks at a steady pace. That familiar grape flavor touches your tongue, helping suppress the gag reflex and ease your mind a bit.
Your hole stretches slowly open, the lubed tentacle so gentle despite your partner’s dirty talk.
“I can’t wait to see you, all fucked open on me. Dripping with me.” A tentacle lovingly strokes your cheek. “Wait a treat you’ve given me, adventurer.” The easing tentacle hits your prostate, your lower half overwhelmed with sensations from both sides. “A brand new toy to play with.”
Your cock twitches in their grip as they begin to jerk you off faster, another tentacle from underneath coming to fondle your balls. You’re slowly emptied out as they withdraw the tentacle in your ass, before shoving it inside with an emphasized “Hmmp!” Your moans are muffled, stuffed from the appendage still in your mouth, which stays still. Something you’re thankful for, as you’re not sure you have the brain power to fellate them properly.
Your legs spasm and shake, held up in mid air by two tentacles. You can see your toes curling, feel the electric shocks as they fuck you open. The tentacle stroking you keeps you on edge, going fast for some seconds and lingering on your head for others, playing with your sensitive spot underneath. Your balls tighten in their grasp, eyes rolling back into your head as your orgasm begins to creep up on you.
“Are you gonna cum?” Your partner pants, that more familiar desperation coming back to their voice. “Cum from my tentacles? All strung up, like a proper cum-slut?” They lick theit faux-tongue up the side of your face, tasting salty tears. “You came here for treasure, yet here you are— Some monster’s bitch.”
The snarl in their voice is enough to send you over the edge. Nearly numb from overstimulation, your cock jerks and semen shoots into ready tentacles. They lap at it like thirsty tongues, letting the cum drizzle over several as they fondle your cock.
The cavern floor is cool on your face, slowly lowering onto your stomach as tentacles leave your more sensitive parts. The ooze on your skin sinks in like a relaxant, your partner making sure to keep you comfortable.
“D-did you like that?” They pant in your ear.
You give them a lazy thumbs up.
“We’re definitely doing that again.”
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lvlyynim · 2 years ago
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based loosely on this.
haechan could feel you staring daggers at him from his bed. it is his fault for making empty promises within the past hour yet there he sat on his gaming chair, yelling to his mic, fingers clicking against the keyboard with agility.
you’ve been asking him to bed but was ultimately met with “just 5 more minutes baby, okay?” it’s been a really rough day for you and all you wanted was cuddles with your boyfriend but he obviously has other plans.
you sighed to yourself, switched off your phone and pulled the covers above your head. you were frankly too drained to start an argument. the sudden movement from his bed caught haechan’s attention and he turned to see your blanketed figure.
guilt pooled in his stomach and he logged off without a word. jeno’s gonna cuss him out tomorrow morning but whatever. you could feel the bed dipped from behind before feeling haechan’s arms around your middle. “i know you’re not sleeping, your shoulders are tense.” curse him for knowing you too well. you relaxed your shoulders and pretended to sleep.
haechan pulled you closer to his chest when you ignored him, whispering a soft apology. “i’m just gonna keep apologizing until you finally look at me” and that he did. he kept saying sorry until you finally caved in and turned to face him.
even in the dimly lit room, haechan’s smile was blinding when you turned to him. he planted a kiss on your temple and one more, and another and another until you were a giggling mess.
“i’m sorry.” one more kiss to the cheek.
“shut up.” you leaned in and kissed him on the lips. haechan immediately reciprocated, his hands snaked down your waist as yours gently held his face. it started soft and slow, a few shared smiles between kisses. haechan’s thumb drawing shapes on your exposed skin, feeling your lips move against his before they move down his jaw.
he hummed when you moved yourself above him, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his neck, your hands exploring the expanse skin underneath his shirt. he knows exactly where this is going.
“baby, let me make up to you.”
with that, he instantly flips you to your back, trapping you between his arms. you let out a whine when haechan licked a stripe of your neck before attaching his lips to your neck. your hands tangled his strands, occasionally pulling them when he sucked a little too hard.
but with every tug, haechan’s desire grew. he loved how your breathing grew ragged with every hickey he left. you didn’t even realised your bra was off until the cool air hits you, gasping as haechan’s warm mouth envelops your left boob. he relished in your moans when his teeth tugged your nipples while his free hand massages the other.
his hands slithered down to take off your pants, throwing them to the floor alongside your panties. you let out a whine of his name as haechan’s lips make their way between your thighs. ghosting his lips just where you need to him, hands massaging the back of your thighs.
you desperately need him and haechan being the little fuck that he is, wanted to be tease you a bit more.
“fuck baby, if only you could see yourself right now”
he dipped his tongue into you, taking a large lick just to get a taste. the pornographic moan you let out making haechan smirked. he dives in again, pushing your hips down his face so he can grind your pussy against his tongue.
“my baby taste so fucking sweet, god—”
haechan ate you out like a famished man, as if you were the last meal on earth. strings of curses and his name filled the quiet room as haechan practically made out with your cunt. his eyes stayed focus on you, watching your chest heaved and fucked out expression.
you didn’t care how loud you were neither does the male beneath you. fingers harshly pulling his hair, making him moan. he sucked on your clit, drawing tiny circles with his tongue on the sensitive bud and you swore you saw stars.
“h-hyuck! fuck—ah!”
haechan continued sucking you off even as your orgasm came crashing down without a warning, even as you begged him to stop cause it was too much. tears brimming the corner of your eye from the overstimulation but fuck it felt so good.
haechan lapped you hungrily as you squirted all over his face. pushing his head away so you could breathe, haechan just snickered. hair disheveled, face covered in your essence and a wild look in his eyes.
“next time you’re sitting on my face.”
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amxrany · 6 months ago
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!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!
Ya'll thought I forgot? Nah I was just busy (Floyd's Dream):
Ok so we start off at the ocean, where Ortho's carrying everyone, but Jamil and Silver create a boat and oar using ice. They all get in, Silver mentions how cold it is and Grim agrees. Grim also proceeds to get closer and snuggle with Yuu (like the bitchass mf he is /j) then Sebek's just mad on how much Yuu spoils Grim. Everyone's wondering who's dream they entered, and Jamil proceeds to get starting apprehensive; because they're only a few people we can associate with the ocean (and he does not take to them too kindly)
Then the boat gets attacked and everyone panics, Ortho assumes it's a shark and the gang proceeds to get thrown off the boat. We all end up under the sea with the scene changing to the sunken ship that Ariel explored in from The Little Mermaid
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Being thrown out of their boat, everyone starts freaking out because they're gonna drown; but it never comes. Turns out that Idia gave them bubble shields using STYX's technology to make them breathe underwater. But Ortho senses someone close by, he senses that it's an eel that is 4 meters in length.
That's when Floyd finds us, we find out it's his dream because Silver's bird surrounds him. It turns out Floyd doesn't recognize the group, because the moment he finds out that they were humans, he sighs (very dramatically i might add) of boredom. Everyone's confused cuz this isn't the Floyd they're used to, as the Floyd right now sounds very depressed and emotionless.
It turns out that Floyd left the land because he wasn't interested in it anymore. When Silver asks him about Azul and Jade, he mentions that they're still in land; with Azul opening another Mostro Lounge with and Jade being Azul's right hand man. Apparently, Floyd felt that the land got too boring as everything was going a little too perfect. With everyone falling for Azul's contracts and Mostro Lounge having multiple branches, he just found it too boring and decided to start traveling around the world instead.
First, he lands in Vil's hometown where he was offered a modeling gig from a famous brand because of how handsome he is (even Silver thinks he's handsome too), but declined because it would get boring to wear clothes of the same brand. Next, he traveled to Sunshine Land where he was hired as a chef by a famous restaurant. For that, the chef really liked the meal that Floyd threw together on a whim and served it in the menu, it instantly became a popular hit. But when the chef asked for the recipe, Floyd can't give it cuz he just made it spontaneously so he just quitted on the spot 😭.
Then he went to Scalding Sands to check out their desert, in which he found a cave. He went in and found a supposedly "black teapot" inside, he took it and wiped the dust and accidentally summons a black ghost, this being a reference to Jafar being trapped in the genie's lamp. When asked about his three wishes, he proceeded to use all of them on food 💀. He also traveled to Sunset Savannah, Queendom of Roses and Briar Valley but still nothing was keeping entertained, as he found all of them weak and boring.
Of course at the mention of Briar Valley, Sebek immediately got defensive; stating that Queen Maleficia and Malleus wouldn't lose to someone like him. Then Floyd just goes "bruh I can't just go fistfight royalty" and Sebek's like "You only get common sense now?!". That's when Idia comes in with his take that Floyd isn't the type of person to go fight people to build up his reputation nor is he the type to seek out things to get stronger...
Floyd also tells us that he literally just threw us off the boat out of curiousity, but it turns out it was all just for nothing as he's getting bored again. That's when Idia mentions that Malleus' magic isn't working for Floyd, because the magic was set to give people infinite happiness; but because Floyd likes things difficult, the magic won't work right.
Jamil then mentions that Floyd likes strong opponents, like during a tournament in basketball where the team was losing; but the only who was motivated to win was Floyd. He relies heavly on his moods, as he sometimes like tormenting the weak but also going up against the strong.
Malleus' magic simply eliminates all negative emotions, which isn't really Floyd's style. But because Floyd can't escape, he became depressed in his own dream. Ortho also says that that would have also been the case for Idia if he never woke up. That's when Silver suggests giving Floyd a "strong shock" (or in other words fight him) and everyone's just like "Why is that always your idea?" like he's just trying my guys 😭.
But then Floyd starts getting suspiscious when they tell him that everything's just a dream. Until Jamil and Silver mentioned what happened during their first year orientation, where Silver was about to fall asleep but woke up to Riddle flinging Floyd around the room because Floyd touched Riddle's hair and Jade laughing his ass off in the background
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It apparently got so bad that Riddle had to be restrained by the teachers 😭 (but Silver was grateful for that incident cuz he stayed awake)
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This causes Floyd to start waking up, so they remind him of his past failures as well. Where he lost to Cater in a battle, as his unique magic is not capable of hitting multiple targets. He also battled Malleus and Leona AT THE SAME TIME and obviously lost
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The final straw was Grim and Yuu tell him that they defeated him during Azul's overblot, this causes Floyd to start remembering what happened during that incident, but then the darkness creates fake versions of Jade and Azul that try to convince that everything he heard was all false
(Also Azul merform reveal ayeeee)
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The fakes tell him to forget about the people from the land because the three are always together, but that causes Floyd to fully wake up cuz he knows that Azul and Jade would not say that. The fight starts and Floyd wins, but he's now throwing a fit and just hitting the sunken ship out of anger. Idia got scared and asked Jamil to do something, that's when Jamil's like "why me?" and Ortho replies with "well you don't want us first years to get hurt right?"
When Jamil tries to approach Floyd, he immediately asked if Jamil wanted to get strangled. But thankfully Yuu yells at him to listen to them as Ortho shows Floyd the video. Now that Floyd knows he's in a dream, he proceeds to abuse the crap out of the dream by teleporting to random places
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Sebek's just yelling at him to stop it because it's gonna be obvious that he's awake. That's when Floyd goes "this means I can summon Malleus right?" and everyone's like "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT" 😭😭😭
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Floyd is offered to join the group to go into Jade's dream, in which he agrees because he's curious about what his brother is dreaming about, probably a lot of mountains he assumes. Since they're still dreaming, Floyd could simply change his form and off to Jade's dream we go
Holy fuck why was this so long lmao, but yeah guys I'm still alive and no college hasn't eaten me alive yet, but stay tuned!
Next: Jade's Dream
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bobasbn · 2 months ago
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𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬
— 800 words | zayne drabble | angsty, unrequited, open ending. Note: my first post on tumblr! this is inspired by dawnbreaker Zayne bc I just love pain.
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She’s beautiful. 
Just like the snow that surrounds her, the snowflake that rests gently in her gloved palm. Zayne can’t help but marvel at the delicacy of her features, pretending that he’s admiring the intricate works of nature even though he couldn’t care less for a piece of ice. He could snap his fingers and spawn an abundance of these things anyway. No, his eyes linger on her reddening nose and the shape of her lips as she exhales a cloud of mist while muttering something about her discovery.
He takes his scarf off, wrapping it around her and coiling it up to her nose until she protests. 
“Hey! You’re going to get cold!” She scolds, voice muffled from behind the fabric. Zayne shakes his head, adamant that he won’t get cold as long as he’s around her. It’s endearing how the first thought that came to her mind was concerns about him freezing after taking his scarf off. She shoves the garment down below her chin, continuing her scavenge for more snowflakes. Zayne’s hazel eyes follow her every movement, eventually narrowing as he sets his eyes back up to meet hers. 
Now, if only he could see her face. 
It dawns on Zayne that when he tries to focus on the entire picture of her face, his pupils don’t seem to adjust accordingly. He blinks furiously trying to construct her face from the individual features he remembers. Her eyes… They were a warm and chocolatey brown. Her hair… was also brown. No, was it black? 
Suddenly he can’t remember the details he used to. The details of his love, the girl who enraptured him, who cradles his heart in her palm like her own delicate snowflake. He knows of the many memories they share, how it kindled their desire to explore the world together. They were inseparable, always walking around with their hands linked together or pinkies intertwined. Zayne can’t quite remember who was always so insistent on skinship between the two of them. 
He takes a step forward, the snow dipping beneath his feet. A bit too much. When he gingerly attempts to lift his other foot, the ground caves in and Zayne plunges downwards as if he was a meteor plummeting through the Earth. 
“Zayne!” A panicked voice screams. 
He’s sunken into the snow, his body trapped in suffocating darkness. He’s completely immobilised. His mind is in a flurry of panic but his vision is shrouded in a haze that obscures his ability to gauge his surroundings. 
The darkness envelops him, yanking him backwards until his back makes contact with a barrier that feels… soft?
Zayne’s sharp gasp cuts through the quiet atmosphere as he springs up from his bed in a cold sweat. It was that dream again. That girl again. The mysterious girl who’s become a constant in his dreams, yet the memory of her face is fleeting. He clutches at his blankets, three of them stacked on top of each other yet not even close to replicating that same warmth he felt when he was around her. 
How stupid, he’s mourning a person he’s never met. 
Oh, if only it was that easy to discard her.
Throughout his day, the faint memory of that girl lingers in his mind. It haunts him, how much he pines for someone who’s a figment of his imagination.
He fixes his tie with his hands. Cold, desolate, loveless hands. He remembers the familiarity of holding her, intertwining his fingers with hers, and caressing her face. The logical part of Zayne’s brain chalks it up to him creating someone to mitigate the loneliness he feels in his real life. The other part of him can’t help but dwell on how real it feels. He can’t help but crave this love that he’s only ever experienced in his fantasy. 
Zayne can’t grasp exactly why he feels this way. He’s a doctor, the best in his field at that. He’s always prided himself on finding his solutions through research using science and never leaving a stone unturned. This, however, is the only problem ever that has stunned him. The way he runs around in his head about this made-up girl is driving him insane. Even when he’s at work scanning over a patient’s notes, it’s not enough of a distraction from her. She’s eating away at his thoughts. 
His heart aches. Yearns. He needs something to numb the thoughts, something that will hush the persistent whispers telling him that he’s living a life that doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore. 
When he sits on the edge of his bed the following night, his palm doesn’t cradle snowflakes in her memory this time. 
Instead, he holds pills that he hopes will finally silence his mind. 
Maybe then he can sleep peacefully.  
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phewww I may or may not continue posting on here but if you read this throughout I appreciate it and I hope you liked it! ❄
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justheretodump · 3 months ago
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pt 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
disclaimer again that this is dc x dp x miraculous ladybug x spiderman
for those who aren't familiar with every show, here's a lore explanation
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martian manhunter and zatara zatanna were both currently in a small arabian town.
the plan was quite simple. after scouting the town for any sign of the league of assasins, and asking the locals about recent affairs, they'd both quickly realized the town was fairly peaceful. no weird or suspicious activity to uncover, they moved on to inflitrating the pit's location.
martian manhunter, with his intangibility, could easily scout the league of assasins' base without rousing suspicion.
this plan was, of course, foiled when the league of assasins was nowhere to be found.
martian manhunter had brought back the information with the most disbelief his monotone voice could carry. as he explained, the whole underground base surrounding the natural pit was empty, most supplies left behind in exchange for a rapid disappearance. he had not gone to see the pit, too surprised to continue exploring without her.
zatanna had thought it weird that she found no trace of the league of assasins in the town. now she knew why.
infiltrating the remote shelter, they found themselves walking through a cold, stale hallway made of old limestone bricks. to add to the creepy atmosphere, the lightbulbs strung along the ceiling corners, hastily connected by exposed wires, flickered as they went.
they spoke as they paced forward.
"it's unlike the league of assasins to abandon one of their bases so casually," said zatanna, eyeing all intersections warily.
"yes. whatever happened, let us hope we do not encounter it," intoned j'onn. his eyes flickered as he gazed at something beyond, "my vision continues to find no enemies waiting for us."
"yeah, right," grumbled zatanna, "we can't rule out a trap. best stay alert. you told batman we're down here, right?"
a nod.
"at least that still works." her eyes zeroed in on an intersection ahead, "the pit's essence is emitting from the left corridor, but it's... weak."
on high alert, both inched forward. turning the corner, they stumbled upon a sturdy vault door, thrown open and leading down a staircase.
deeper underground they went, footsteps slow and hesitant. reaching the last step, they stepped into a round cave. at its center, a crater the size of a pool was dug into the earth.
zatanna's expression furrowed in confusion, "there's nothing. i'd wager he moved the whole thing but..." she crouched, eyeing the terrain, "that's a pretty big decision to make. why would ra's move a whole section of his operations?" her fingers brushed the dirt, "no remnants..."
both figures stood at the edge and peered in.
"perhaps batman should be informed."
nodding at j'onn's words, she pulled out her justice league comm. a quick dial and oracle's voice patched through, "hey z! status report?"
"we're okay, no danger so far. but the pit's not here, and neither is the league of assasins."
a second of silence from the other end. "explain."
"martian manhunter located the base and the league was gone. we accessed the place and followed the pit traces to an empty room. the essence is here, but there's no water. if it's a trap, they're taking a while."
zatanna shuffled on her feet as she heard oracle's voice move farther away from the receiver. a tap on her shoulder accompanied j'onn's soft call of her name, but she waved it away as batman's demanding tone through the comm kept her attention.
while zatanna argued with the caped crusader, j'onn j'onzz stared in alarm at the shimmering, kneeling figure taking form in the middle of the crater.
translucent as she was, the red of her figure was hard to miss. a cropped long-sleeve shirt with black dots, midriff giving way to biker shorts in the same color and pattern. her waist had a utility belt, her hands were covered by black gloves, and her combat boots laced up to the knee.
as whatever strengthened her existence fortified itself, her face became clearer. a black metal mask covered her lower features, stopping at the bridge of her nose. here, her eyes were clear to see, two black orbs that blinked rapidly. her short, black hair exhibited two long antenna-like objects that stood upright.
j'onn steeled his voice. "zatanna, would you please help me attend to our guest?"
zatanna whipped her head around, gaping at the girl. she whispered a small "shit", pocketed her comm, and came to stand by j'onn. "another ghost? but there's no water!"
they braced themselves for a fight. the figure peered at them, head tilting to the side.
"deux âmes vivantes? et pas d'ectoplasme… étrange, je jure qu'il y avait un portail ici." the voice was human, high-pitched but a bit electronic.
"french?..." zatanna whispered, confusion in her tone.
it unclasped a pouch at its hip. the two heroes shifted even lower, eyes tracking every movement. its hand dipped and pulled out a pocket watch, and from where he stood, j'onn could make out a green clock face.
it reached a finger up and circled it anticlockwise over the dial.
its form began to waver, shape becoming more and more elusive.
the events that next transpired happened in quick succession. firstly, j'onn slowly understood that the figure infront of them was about to disappear. secondly, the figure glanced at them and seemed to soften its eyes. it spoke, "ne vous inquiétez pas, nous allons résoudre ce problème." and thirdly, as a flash of green overtook the room, all j'onn could glimpse before closing his eyes was the flowing visage of zatanna's coattails as she rushed forward.
in the transpiring quiet, j'onn could only gaze at the air in front of him - void of both the figure and zatanna.
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danny fenton had been prince of the infinite realms for two months. 10th grade had ended only a week ago, and already it proved to be a busy summer, his time divided between taking care of rogue ghosts in amity park and learning the way's of the ghost court underneath the tutelage of princess dorathea.
who knew being next in line to rule was so much work?
presently, both were in the throne room with a table placed in the center. on it was spread a copy of the infinity map. it, and the other copies now stored in the castle's archive, were made after jazz had made a pointed comment about having only one record of his realm's geography. clockwork had chimed in that knowing one's kingdom was the duty of a ruler, and perhaps he should focus on gaining familiarity with his domain.
the conversation had culminated with a pending lesson on map markings alongside the princess.
as dorathea, for the hundreth time, groaned "no, danny, that's not arthur's lake, this is arthur's lake" as she fixed his plotting rod, the throne room doors lashed open with a great boom.
fright knight stood there, tall and proud, and with a deep voice, called in alarm, "your highness! grave danger approaches!"
dorathea eeked in surprise, rod bumping some of the table figures onto the ground. danny lifted an eyebrow at her rather judgingly, before fixing fright knight with a deadpan expression. "yeah, like last wednesday when cujo stole your sword and you thought it was a thief? or the friday before that, when you said the castle was crumbling to dust but it was actually a broken shingle from a kid's snowball?"
fright knight spluttered, hands waving around, before he resumed, "no, your highness! you must believe me! a message from the observants has come through and it speaks of great trouble ahead."
danny pursed his lips, and sat back in his seat, southern drawl disinterested, "didn't we already establish those guys aren't the most trusthworthy folk? better to get the details from clockwork, ya know?"
fright knight stalked forward, standing at the end of the table. dorathea slowly stepped away and out of sight, hurrying down a side corridor.
"your highness, i implore you to reconsider. the observants send word of a group, highly trained and dangerous. they've managed to sneak into the tribunal, and steal an object under their protection."
danny frowned, "i thought they were all-seeing, why didn't they stop it?"
"therein lies the crux of the matter, your highness," fright knight's voice grew troubled, "they could not see it. they had no knowledge that such a thing would happen. they fear that whatever these individuals can do, it is unknowable to them."
here, danny's thoughts jumbled up. he had no idea was to say to his friend - the idea of a power hidden from even the observant's eyes had never ocurred to him. did clockwork know? would he also be kept unaware by this weird group?
danny tried to speak but choked. what would a prince do? what would a prince say?
fright knight's upright position sagged. slowly, he put a hand on danny's shoulder, warm and sturdy. "come, your highness. let us exchange thoughts with our allies."
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spiderkid was confused and delirious.
one second, he was standing on the queensboro bridge with ironman, having decided to go sightseeing after felinity had talked them into it, and the next a heavy weight had crashed into his back.
ghosts couldn't really fall, they could float, but his stomach dropped as he felt the familiar rush of air. how had he tumbled over the ledge of the bridge? he didn't know, but his last glimpse was the underside of the bridge, and the brief thought that his spider sense hadn't flared.
in one blink, his vision had gone green, and in the next blink, he'd choked on water.
swimming upward, he broke free, mouth gasping as his head reached the surface. his lungs weren't working, painful coughs tearing his throat apart. his arms flailed, struggling to keep him afloat.
in the middle of a trash, a foreign hand gripped the back of his shirt. a sharp tug backward, and he was lifted out of the liquid.
calloused fingers wiped the water out of his eyes, smoothed his eyebrows, pushed away his bangs. a gruff voice shushed him smoothly and gently. thick arms gathered him into a sturdy chest and he laid his head in exhaustion.
a young man's face stared into spiderkid's eyes. they were brown but with tinges of green. he had scars all over his features, a crooked nose telling of broken bone. he sported a buzzcut with a streak of white.
"peter?" his voice wavered, an accent warping his r, "pete? oh my god, peter... my peter... my son..."
as spiderkid sat in this stranger's embrace, he had the faint thought that peter was a pretty dumb name.
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